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today will be fun /sarcasm
brain is telling me to shut up and stop getting so damn excited over things that don't even matter.
#aggressively smashes head on my pillow#I WAS DOING SO WELL TOO#god damn it#things like this are why healing is so frustrating#i'll be doing great and then bam#my brain decides to start telling me i'm insignificant and the stuff that excites me doesn't matter#or that i'm an adult and shouldn't get so excited over stuff b/c that's for children#gonna go sit in a corner and cry
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❝Hopping bunny❞
Wolf Sukuna and bunny reader thoughts (continuation of this)
Warning: wolf Sukuna, bunny reader, big height dif, double penetration, true form Sukuna, unprotected sex (you got the pill, shhh), two cocks, lots of ear/tail tugging, spanking, manhandling, degrading words (slutty bunny, dumb rabbit), RIDING HIM, BOUNCE LIKE A BUNNY, praising words too (pretty girl, cutie, good bunny), aggressive overall, but he has sweet parts
A/N: I'm glad everyone loved the last one, and I'm so hyped to make tiny scenarios of wolf Sukuna and make a little series!!
Yeah, you're his little fuck toy.
He loves coming to find his bunny, his bunny, all alone in the woods. He can fuck you anywhere he wants, what is a tiny rabbit like you going to do? Sukuna finds himself growing attached. At first, he thinks your little cunt is just that good, he had to be balls deep inside daily, but he finds how you don't only make his dick painfully hard, but his heart clench. He's no fool, he knows what he's feeling for you.
So he'll show you by fucking you good.
"oh, dumb little bunny crying already?" He chuckles darkly in your ear, pounding his hips into your two already used hole, pressing his weight against you as he snakes a hand around your body, thick fingers over your sensitive clit.
You jolt from the added pleasure, voice hoarse as you claw into his bedsheet, your arch starting to break. "'kuna stop, s-stop—hmph! I had enooough!" Fat tears start forming in your eyes, the pleasure overstimulating your tiny body below him, head smashed in pillows.
He ignores your pleas, bullying his cocks into your holes with ease, stretching them wide while he finds that spongy spot, making the tip of his heads press hard to bring out the moans.
Your bunny ears perk up again, signalling the third orgasm that night, thighs quivering pathetically.
The only reason you didn't fall flat was because of his crushing grip.
He watches as you spasm around his cocks, squirting messily all over his sheets and especially his lower half, drenching him in your sweet juices. He doesn't dare falter his hips having to drag the pleasure out of your tiny pussy as long as he can. Sukuna finds himself changing positions abruptly, from having your weak body under him to setting you in his lap, all while his cocks pop out, the one in your cunt staying and twisting inside you.
Your hooded eyes meet his, the contact making him huff out a laugh. He puts a firm hand on your ass, his index finger and thumb tweaking at your cotton tail, making it twitch. "You know what to do, pretty girl." His voice rumbles from his chest, holding you close from one of his four arms on the small of your back. "Hop on my cock. It's only one, you can do it."
You squirm at the simple feeling of having one cock inside you, the fact how every times he twitches inside you, your pussy would clamp down. "I-i can't," you huff, wearing such a cute pout with tears out your beautiful doe eyes. "T'big."
Sukuna doesn't take kindly to your answer; he's giving you the power to ride a wolf, a predator, like him. He squeezes you cotton tail and tugs at it, making you wince, nails digging into his broad shoulders. "I don't remember asking, slutty bunny, now did you remember me asking?" He scoffs, landing a small smack on your ass. You jolt, a small tear rolling down you cheek.
Another arm comes up until a warm and large hand cups you cheek, almost your whole face, and his thumb gather ups your tears. "Stop fuckin' crying. It'll blur your vision, don't you wanna see me?" He snickers, eyes full of mockery.
"Now,"
he leans closer to your face, the tip of his nose against yours, making your bunny ears swoop up. "Ride my cock, cutie. Cum on me. I don't wanna repeat myself."
You grip onto his shoulder tightly and take a deep breath before you straddle around his body better, lifting your body up, his cock slowly gliding out of your pussy, and slam back down. Sukuna ruffles your hair, fingers dancing around your floppy bunny ears and rubbing them on the inside. "Good bunny." He gazes down as you repeat the action, still so fucking slow, but he enjoys your warm wetness.
He let's his head lean back, allowing you to use his cock to cum a mess. He likes the idea of having someone so tiny and cute squirting down his lap and balls, crying out his name in such a slurred tone.
"'kuna..." You whine out his name, catching his attention. He moves his head slightly, eyes cold as he stares down at you and hums in response. "Kiss me, I wan' kisses..."
Fuck, you sounded so needy for some sort of affirmation that you were doing well. Of course you were doing well, he was groaning with every small movement of your cute hips, ass flushed against his thighs and pussy dripping down on his cock. "You're so cute, y'know?" He comments before roughly grabbing your face, smashing his lips into yours. The way he shoves his tongue down your throat as your cotton tail throbbing and gives adrenaline, the praise, the kiss, and your movements get sloppier, rolling your hips against him, having his cock massage that one sweet spot in your cunt.
You find yourself so wrapped in the kiss you don't notice the way his overgrown tail protectively starts to snake around your small body, covering your lower half.
Sukuna grunts into your mouth when he sees how happy you've become, he finds it cute how you beg for no more and get all needy when he kisses you. You try to flow your tongue with his, yet he wants to have you submit and below him, tongue overlapping yours and catching all your whiny moans. He tilts his head, depending the kiss, making a shared firey passion. Oh, fuck, you loved it so much your moves started to falter, forgetting the strict offer to ride him and cream on him.
At this point, Sukuna does care, moving his hands to make you bounce on him, watching your pretty tits bounce in his face, against his chest and nipples are perky to attention. He breaks the kiss with a deep moan, looking how drool pooled from the corner of your soft lips.
"y' like that shit, huh?" His tone was a bit sweeter than normal, like he was genuinely asking you. You didn't even need to answer, he could see the hearts in your eyes and twitch of your tail—you loved it.
You vastly nod your head, eyes shimmering as you start to clench around his cock rapidly, moans growing in volume. "Finna c-cum, 'kuna—nnggh!" You blabbered out in a high pitched tone, eyes closing in bliss as your cunt basically strangled his cock.
"fuck, girl..." He leans his head back again, feeling an orgasm start to creep up. If your pussy kept expertly clenching around his cock like that, you both would end up cumming together. That fact alone heightened his arousal, his dick starting to eagerly twitch inside of you. "Yeah, go on, cum f'me pretty girl, cum, cum..." He thrust his hips up into your pussy with so much desire and need, wanting you hold off until he feels you spray your cum out, and he'll fill you up.
You fold into him, burying you face in his chest and squealing, your body shaking as you cum, feeling warmth spread in you because Sukuna busted into you right then and there. He let out a long moan in satisfaction, eyes shut and face scrunched up in pleasure—it felt so good to cum with you.
He pumps his cock in to milk out his last drop of seed into you. He finishes with you, leaning back against his bed board and breathing raggedly, but no worse than you, who was panting and whimpering. He runs his hands through your hair and grabs onto your bunny ears, bending them around mindlessly.
He smiles at you, four eyes taking your cute fucked out expression. You could swear you see his tail wagging, just showing you how bad he enjoyed this. "Y' full of my cum now?" He teased you.
You don't even retaliate or try to say something to his teasing, you just nod your head because it was true. There was a thick ring of white cum from where his cock and your cunt met, showing how overfilled you are that it was starting to leak out.
"cute." He deadpans, holding your head close to his chest, cock warming up inside you.
The sound of your breathing evened out, your eyes fluttering close which allows some tears that was building up on your lashes to fall; you fell asleep on his cock, on his lap... the urge to bite you became stronger, not like you would care for your complaints that you were bleeding a little bit, but who knew how hard he would bite you. He normally never cares to keep ravishing somebody in their sleep, he's done it before. But you?
"Better be lucky and rest, little bunny."
He'll do that later.
˚꩜⋆.°⭑Do not copy, translate, or steel in any way, reblogs are appreciated and allowed
He can bite me
Did we like this one @koshii-meji and @rowrowrowyourboat13 ? I sure as hell did.
#jujutsu kaisen#jjk x reader#sukuna ryomen#sukuna x reader#ryomen sukuna#sukuna smut#hybrid#subby bunny#wolf boy#ryomen smut#ryomen x reader#ryomen x you#jjk fanfic#jjk smut#jjk x reader smut
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"That Boy is A Monster" - Luke Castellan x Ares!Fem!Reader
Content Warnings - hate sex, oral (fem receiving), fingering (fem receiving), making out/kissing, unprotected p in v sex (wrap it before you tap it), cream pie, Luke is an asshole, cursing, some angst, Luke is a bitch, Luke is probably very ooc, use of y/n, lmk if I missed anything!
y'all don't be mad at me if Luke is extremely out of character, Ive only watched to movies and tv show 😭
lowercase bc I'm lazy
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You sat across from him at the dinner tables. you knew you shouldn't have dated within your own friend group. now you have to sit across from the worst man ever for another two months. you were zoned out completely, tuning everything around you out, until.... "do you have anything, y/n?" you head snapped up to look at the person talking to you. you could barely hear but knew it was a boy. looking around you see that its Percy, the newest kid here. "huh? what?" you asked, not knowing what he was talking about.
"do you have any advice relating to camp?" Percy asked you. you looked around and thought for a minute. "one, don't start shit if you can't end it and two, don't date." you shot Luke a sharp look after speaking, but he was already looking at you. you scanned over his face, looking at his smug expression. you hated him. you were 99% sure Percy didn't know about you and Lukes history together and you planned to keep it that way.
you finished your dinner and went back to your cabin, you had found a new book recently that you'd been enjoying. surprisingly you were the only one in the cabin. you walked to your bed to grab the book but it wasn't there. "where the hell is it?" you mumbled to yourself. you tore up your bed sheets looking for it but still couldn't find where you'd put it. "looking for something?" a familiar voice calls out to you, Luke. you tuned to look at him and there he was, book in hand, leaning against the cabin door frame, looking horrifyingly beautiful. "give it back." you demanded. "woah easy, girl" he said, his low voice vibrated through you head like a melody. you hated him so much but god was he beautiful.
"Luke, give it back now." you harshly said. you hadn't talked to him since your break up a year ago. he stood up straight, no longer leaning. "you know, I think Chiron would be pretty upset if I showed him that you had a book like this tucked under your pillow." he said, flipping through the pages. he began walking towards you, his face coming more into view. he got dangerously close to you, about half an arms length away. you looked up at him, "give me my fucking book back, Luke." you couldn't tell if you wanted to punch him in his fucking face or sit on his lap and aggressively make out with him.
"why does someone so pretty have to be such a bitch?" he softly said, reaching a hand up to tuck your hair behind you ear. his words angered you and turned you on at the same time. a million emotions raced though your head. "is there something else you want, Luke?" you asked him as if you didn't know. "oh I think we both know what I want." he tossed the book to the floor and placed his hands on your hips, tugging them closer to him.
your faces were merely inches apart, you could feel his breath against your face. your arms wrapped around his neck. "gods I fucking hate you." your lips smashed onto his. he immediately kissed back. you sat down on your bed dragging him with you, leaving him onto of you.
his tounge explored you mouth like it had many times before. his hands were moving all across your body. your thighs, waist, chest, face, nothing was left untouched. he pulled away from you for air. "you sure?" he put his lips back on yours, harsher than before. his knee moved to part your legs and rub your, now sensitive, clit. the friction made you moan into his mouth. but it wasn't enough for him. he rubbed his knee harder on you, pulling away from your mouth to watch your face.
your hands gripped onto his arms and you threw you head back. you were so sensitive, too sensitive. it had been too long. his knee stopped moving but kept the same amount of pressure. "Luke.." you begged. almost like he didn't hear you, his hands moved up to grope your chest. your hips bucked against his knee, it was agonizing. "tell me what you want." he demanded. "you know what I want." you told him, too embarrassed to say what your truly wanted, his mouth on your pussy.
"do it or I'm walking out." he threatened. you questioned why you even wanted him to stay in the first place. "Luke, please.." you begged "please what?" he knew what he was doing, the smirk on his face was proof. "please eat me out...." you whispered. "sorry what way that?" you show him a look then repeated a little louder. "please eat me out." it was barely above a whisper. "one more time?" he teased. "Luke." gods he was annoying. "okay okay" he said as if he actually cared.
He removed his knee from between your legs, you whined at the loss. he moved down the bed to he could take of your jeans. you lifted your ass up so he could get them off. you didn't realize till the cold air hit that he'd taken off you underwear as well. he spread your legs, taking in the view of your soaked cunt. "You know, for someone who hates me, you're awfully wet." you muttered a quick "fuck off" but he didn't say anything. instead, his head dipped down to your cunt, licking a long stripe up and landing on your clit.
his warm mouth enveloped your clit. you moaned way too loud for your liking. he began sucking, and gods was he good at it. he knew you inside and out, it was almost concerning how much he remembered. He moved down to tongue fuck your cunt. His long was long and thick. It made your toes curl and your hands moved to grip his curls.
He pulled away for a second, which felt like days, but your cunt was soon filled again with his long fingers. He solid them in without warning. He paused to let you adjust a bit. His fingers started at a fast pace, barely giving you room to breathe. Your moans got louder by the second. He looked proud when you saw his face.
He moved back down to suck your clit. It was too much. Your back arched so much it hurt. Your fingers tugged harshly on his hair and you heard him moan. “Did you just fucking moan?” You asked, voice breaking and moaning after each word. “Shut up” he mumbled, his voice sending vibrations straight to your clit.
Your moans and pleads echoed throughout the Ares cabin. Gods you were lucky no one was in here. A tight coil started to form in your stomach. He had turned you into a moaning mass at this point. All you could say was his name. Repeating it over and over and over again.
The coil was getting so tight, too tight. “Please.. don’t stop..!” You begged. He looked up at you for a second and somehow his fingers went faster. You almost screamed. You were so close. He kept going until it snapped. Your toes curled and you back arched. You screamed and shoved his head into your pussy. Your hands griped his hair so hard you swear you pulled out a few strands.
He sat back up and you could see in the yellow light that his face was absolutely drenched. “Holy shit, I-I’m sorry” you breathed heavily, still coming down from your high. You didn’t know you were apologizing but you did anyways. “Don’t worry” he chuckled, “this is the best part.” He said. You blushed a faint red.
You closed your eyes to focus on your breathing.After a couple seconds, you heard him unbuckle his belt. You opened your eyes. He pulled his pants and boxers down at the same time. His dick was fully hard and sprung out of its its confinement.
His left hand pumped his cock slowly while his right spread your legs farther apart. He maneuvered you body to your knees being by your head. He guided his cock to your hole, his tip prodding at you entrance. “Is this still okay?” He asked. You nodded your head.
He slid in and stoped. His tip was the only thing in you but you felt so full. He continued pushing himself in. His girth was already to much. He bottomed out inside you and gave you time to adjust. Your nails dug crescent moons into his upper arms.
He began to move slowly inside you. You both had breathy moans coming out of your mouths. “Luke..! Please…” you wanted him to go faster. He knew what you wanted. He knew everything you want from him when it came to sex. He picked up his pace and leaned his body into yours.
His groans and moans were almost as loud as yours. Your brain was going numb. His dick going in and out of you at such a fast pace was godly. He paused to readjust himself. You whined and begged for him to keep going.
He started again but he was harsher. His hips snapped into yours. Your moans were music to his ears. He angled his hips up and he found your g-spot. Your screamed. You didn’t know how to react to it. He looked shocked for a moment but started up again. He made it his mission to hit your spot with every thrust. It was too much. The overstimulation felt so good and bad all at once.
“Holy fuck..” he moaned. You cunt righted on him. You were so close. His cock continued to ram in and out of you at an impossible pace. You could tell he was getting close. His thrusts got sloppier and his moans got louder. His hands gripped tightly to the headboard and you hips and his eyebrows furrowed .
“Y-y/n fuck…” he groaned. You both were so close. You were a moaning mess. The only thing you could think about was him and his cock fucking into you.
You came with a scream. You clamped down on his cock and he came too. He thrusted softly a few more times then pulled out. You both sat there heavily breathing trying to calm down. he sat back and spread your pussy to watch the mix of cum seep out of you. his face was unreadable.
He walked off and got a towel. He cleaned you off and put your underwear back on. “Don’t tell anyone about this” he didn’t even look you in the eyes. He just walked off. He left you there. Trying to figure out why the fuck you just did that.
#luke castellan#luke castellan smut#luke castellan x reader#percy jackson#percy jackon and the olympians#percy pjo#the lightning thief#percy jackson show#charlie bushnell#annabeth chase#grover underwood
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Could you do a Catnap in heat/ mating season? The whimpy and needy the better, pls and thank you🙏🙏🙏💞
Heated moments
warnings: smut, bondage, teasing, cussing
relationships: in heat!catnap x fem reader
writing type: second person
genre:smut
it was nearing your favorite time of the month. catnaps heat cycle. usually, he would dominate you, and attempt to breed you until you couldnt think straight, but this month, you had a different plan.
a few days later, he was finally in heat. he was more aggressive towards others, more possessive over you, and more needy and horny. the usual. it was around midnight, you were waiting in the kitchen, sitting on the counter. catnap bursts through the door, (presumably after finishing putting the kids to sleep) and walks over to you. "baby.." he mutters, hands resting on your thighs, and his face in the crook of your neck. "yes big boy?" you responded, kissing his jawline. he leans into your touch, clearly touch starved. "i need you so bad.." he whimpers, while lifting you off of the counter and into his arms. "im right here baby.." you whisper, looking him in the eyes. "i need to be inside of you.. now." you nod slowly, letting him drag you to the bedroom. once inside, he lets you go, making sure to rip off any remaining clothing. you drop to your knees and desperately pull at his sweatpants. he helps you pull them off completely. you decide to tease him a bit.
You drive your head down, shoving the length of his cock to the back of your throat, pinning his other hand against the wall. "Fuck!" His curse rings out as he makes to move, but you dig your nails harder, stopping him. you bob your head up and down in expert motions, intentionally hitting the back of your throat so more saliva coats his cock. Whipping up, you look him in the eyes. "Please, will you fuck me?" you ask sweetly, watching his expression morph into shock, before you smash your head back down. Taking him into your mouth again, his nails scrape against the wall as he clutches, visibly making indents into the paint.
Up, down, up, down, up...
you slide his tip out from your lips slowly, saliva dribbling down your chin as you curl your eyebrows upwards. "Please, please, Catnap, will you fuck—" His hands escape your grip. In a blur, he has you lifting off the ground and lying across his shoulder like a bag of sand as he bounds across the room. Twisting you, he practically tosses you on the bed, positioning your ass in the air before he slams into you with sudden force. you cry out, the force of his length stretching you so wide it brings tears along my eyes.
"You enjoy teasing me, getting me riled up, don't you?" He shoves your head down into the pillow, the pillowcase burning as it scrapes against your cheek over and over again. His pace is punishing, shooting pain mixed with an overwhelming pleasure across your entire body. He reaches an arm around your middle before a smack sounds against your clit.
"Don't you slut?"
you giggle and nod, before practically shoving him off of you and climbing off the bed. he shoots you a confused glare, and stands back up, looming over you. "lay down. back against the headboard." he gives you an untrusted gaze, yet does what hes told, sitting back down on the bed and scooting back against the headboard. you reach under the bed and pull out two pairs of handcuffs. "fuck no." he almost whimpers, shooting you a scoff. you shake your head and climb on top of him, attaching the handcuffs to his wrists, and also to the headboard, restraining him. he tugs against them, sighing softly and accepting his fate.
you slowly lower yourself on him, watching as his face scrunches up in pleasure, and he moans out. "Please, don't stop..." He whispers as his head falls back into the pillow, his hands cuffed to the bed. you giggle as you stop your movements for a second, enjoying the sight of the frustrated expression on his face.
"You're such a good boy, taking me so well." you praise him, resting your hands on his chest and slowly riding him. "Please." He begs you, "I need you." you bend down, and kiss him slowly as he thrusts his hips up. you let out a moan into the kiss, smirking as you push yourself back down onto him. "Don't be so greedy." you order him.
"Babygirl, please. I'm not made to be submissive, you know that." He whispers against your lips, his eyes looking into your own. His facial expressions show you how desperate he must be. Although you never switch roles, he's so cute when he's the one begging for more. At least now he knows how you feel whenever he teases you. you smile as you kiss him once more. "Don't worry big boy..." you sit up, bouncing on him once more. "I'll make you cum so good, I promise."
he starts whimpering with every bounce you make, his sounds like music to your ears. "you're such a big boy.. yet so submissive.." you giggle out through a moan, continuing to bounce. "im not a fucking-ngh! submissive.."he groans at you, and continues to let whimpers slip. "baby.. please... stop teasing me.." you giggle at his puny efforts, and start bouncing faster. "god.. im gonna cum.." you let out a snort and crawl off of him, watching as he lets out a pathetic whimper and starts whining. "f-fuck... why..?" you shrug. "i like seeing you beg. now beg for me like the bitch you are.." you giggle at him, watching as he shoots you a threatening glance. "fine.. you want me to beg..? ill beg." he scoffs, shaking his head. his cock throbbing and twitching with need. "i fucking need you baby. please... ride me till i cant think straight.. f-fuck.. i want you so bad.." he pathetically whines out, tugging at the restraints.
"good boy."
you hop back on and ride him like never before. watching him squirm and moan under your touch. "babyy..ohhfuckk.." he breathes out, hips bucking against yours. you knew he was close. and you planned to indulge. you ride him like a crazy person, spelling his name with your hips. suddenly, his warm, thick, cum fills your womb. you moan out at the sensation, orgasming hard on him. you reach your arms over and unlock the handcuffs, letting his wrists fall. you collapse on his body and snuggle up to his chest, his hands coming around to rest on your hips. you just sit there, cockwarming him. "i must say.. im surprised." .. "hm..?" he stays silent for a second before responding.
"i enjoyed that a lot more than i thought i would.."
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jealous!Dabi x reader headcannons
Pairing: Dabi x reader | words: n/a | Rating: M | genre: smut
A/N: My first take at doing new-style headcannons (I’ve never done the whole description!character thing but I’m out here tryna learn so pls don’t hesitate to give me pointers or feedback 😌)
jealous!Dabi who can’t help but mark your skin in every obvious place, making sure he’s the jealous one next time he sees your beautiful skin covered bruises and bite marks from Dabi Smirking, Dabi watched over your shoulder, in between sucking your sweet spots and jawline, to see the guy who had just tried picking you up retreat to the other side of the club; But not without a dismayed look on his face after he realized what happened, which was all the more satisfying for Dabi
jealous!Dabi grabbing you, motivated by his anger toward another guy for even having the nerve to look at you the way he did, and sticking his tongue down your throat immediately as a show of dominance
jealous!Dabi grabbing your ass from under your skirt in public, and especially during meetings with The League just to make sure they all know who you belong to
jealous!Dabi smashing your head into the pillow in front of you as he pounds into you from behind, relishing in the screams you let out each time he pumps in and out of you “That’s it, babygirl.” Dabi cooed, holding your face securely against the pillow with his hand that was basically as big as your head. Your muffled cries and screams increased with each thrust as you could feel him going harder, faster, and deeper each time. “Take Daddy’s cock like the good little cumslut you are.”
jealous!Dabi tying your wrists with rope to the headboard upon finding you masturbating one night when he came home early from a mission “Such a little whore you couldn’t wait for me to get home so you had to be a bad little girl and start without me?” A ferocious look burned behind his bright eyes as he stared down at you like you were prey. “Tsk, tsk, tsk, ____.” He shook his head, ripping your shirt open down the middle aggressively and putting his face so close to yours, your noses touch. “You know what happens to bad girls, ____.” Then, he slid a piece of duct tape over your mouth, and the anticipation for what was to come sent you reeling, eyes wide as you stared back at him helplessly. “They get punished.”
jealous!Dabi catching you steal a fleeting glance of another guy, instantly dragging you somewhere that was secluded (but not exactly private) and fucking you mercilessly “Scream louder for me, babygirl.” He breathed into your ear, hand closing even tighter around your neck as he held you against the brick wall of the nearest alley. “I want him to hear you if he’s still around.”
jealous!Dabi who finally lets his facade crack just a bit, when he finally opens up to you after you’re laying on the floor, out of breath, and covered in his spit and cum After he pulled out, you continued to lay where you were, your mind playing a delicious recap of what just went down while your body regained strength after being used and fucked so hard. Dabi, though, obviously not quite finished, hunched over you, and grabbed your face. “You know I can’t stand to see other guys looking at you like that.” As he stared down at you, you could see the adoration in his eyes. “Especially when I know what they’re thinking about doing to my little whore.”
jealous!Dabi who throws you onto your back as soon as you two are alone, spreading your legs and crawling between them with a hungry look in his eyes “Such a pretty pussy you have baby.” He coos before licking an agonizingly slow stripe down your slick folds. Your cheeks burn bright red at his exclamation, and you sheepishly began to close your knees in embarrassment from being so exposed. Dabi was quick to stop you, however, and placed his hands on each of your knees, pushing your legs wide open for him once more. “Dont even think about hiding, baby. This is my pussy and I’ll eat it all I want.”
#dabi x y/n#mha dabi#touya todoroki#dabi smut#my hero academy fanfiction#my hero smut#boku no hero acedamia#boku no hero dabi#my hero imagines#my hero academia imagines#dabi x reader#dabi x me#dabi x female reader
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hello! if requests are open, can u do wet dream with kokichi but its all in his dream? and when he wakes up, reader is beside him aware of his dream bc he made noises in his sleep?? ty!!
—— hazy love . ; kokichi ouma
“ it was too much to kokichi, as an involuntary moan forced itself out. ”
— 𝐬𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲 : you and kokichi bang in and out of his dream.
— 𝐠𝐞𝐧𝐫𝐞 : smut
— 𝐜𝐰 : cursing , dubcon themes , nipple play ( kinda ) , dry humping mentions , switch kokichi & reader ( reader doms cause why not ) , made with afab reader in mind but i'm pretty sure you can read it as gender neutral
— 𝐚/𝐧 : you have no idea how loud i mentally screamed in my head when i saw this . THANK U. i did this as a fast paced dream cause that’s how normal dreams usually seem for me , especially if it’s a good one.
kokichi awoke to a significant weight on top of him.
“ (y … y/n)? ” kokichi sleepily murmured. he looked outside. everything seemed so blurry.
it was still dark out, the moon apparent in the sky. he then looked at the alarm clock on the nightstand. 2 A.M. or maybe it was 3 A.M. again, his vision was really blurry.
the only thing that he could clearly see was you. you, towering over his scrawny form and pining his wrists to the bed.
“ h - hey!! (s - s/o)! — ” kokichi gasped out, his legs instinctively kicking around.
“ shh. shut up for a moment, will you? ” you replied with a small hint of feigned annoyance.
he felt you grind yourself against him slowly.
“ ahah~ … f - fuck … ” he groaned softly. “ you couldn’t even wait until i was properly awake? what kind of horny - ”
“ you’re one to talk. you’re the one who was humping my thigh when i woke up. ” you playfully smiled.
before he could retort, you smashed your lips against his — wasting no time in exploring his mouth as you dragged your finger against the hem of his pants.
kokichi's newly freed hand found itself tangled in your hair, pulling you closer and struggling for dominance. you tugged his pants down in reply.
kokichi shivered against his will at the newfound coldness against his bare legs. you noticed.
“ don’t worry. you’ll get warmer soon enough. ” you mumbled in the kiss. he felt his face get hot as you dove your tongue in harsher, taking him by surprise as you won the little scuffle.
you pulled off his boxers, kokichi’s length poking you close to the stomach. he flinched in embarrassment.
“ you’re being oddly timid right now. ” you teased, before sliding back in between his legs and pumping his cock at a slow pace. he felt sweat go down his temple.
you felt kokichi’s legs thrash around, his feet grabbing the sheets and pulling.
“ h - hey, don’t tease me! ” you heard him whine. his hands moved to force you to go faster, but you put up a hand as a warning. try and i'll stop.
his head thumped back onto the pillow, a groan leaving his mouth. a shaky sigh emitted itself right after, his hands fisting the silky sheets.
you rubbed the tip of his cock, gliding across his underside and to the slit.
his noises increased.
as much as he tried to pretend, you knew he wasn’t as aggressive in bed as he’d like to be. you knew how to put brats in their place, and he was your favorite one to tame.
you suddenly started jerking your hand faster, the surprise stimulation catching kokichi by surprise. he arched his back subconsciously.
“ nghh! agh, fuck, (s/o) … !” he cried out.
this was only a handjob. yet, he’s still screaming out your name like you were roughly riding him into the bed …
… which wasn’t a bad idea, actually!
you halted your movements and stripped yourself, kokichi mesmerized by your movements.
“ hurry … please. ” you heard kokichi pant out.
you undressed even slower.
finally, you leisurely walked back over and climbed on top of him. he sighed in anticipation as you lowered yourself down on his twitching dick.
kokichi watched as your hand went and pinned his hands above him. dammit, you were evil.
you started up a fast, rough pace ; forcing hoarse loud moans to escape kokichi’s mouth. skin on skin and kokichi’s breathy sounds filled the room.
your free hand circled around his chest, your fingers moving to his nubs. you pinched the left one, earning a small scream from kokichi.
why was he so fucking sensitive?
“ t - take it sloow!! jeez, you’re — ” kokichi started to mash his words together.
“ mhm. shut up. ” you shakily offered out.
you sped up. it was too much to kokichi, as an involuntary moan forced itself out.
he shut his eyes momentarily, and when he opened them …
… his vision started to become blurry, parts of the room becoming more focused.
oh, oh wait.
kokichi awoke to your arms wrapped around him and his body moving slightly against yours. he could feel the tightness in his pants and how warm it felt.
it was a dream. fuck.
his vision was slightly hazy, but soon became normal as he blinked a few times. he could sense that you were awake.
you, seeing that kokichi was awake, gave some words out to his light panting. “ aww, were you dreaming about me?~ ” you whispered innocently. “ you made some pretty cute noises there. ”
kokichi thought to deny it, but …
“ oh ~ (s/o), please!~ ” you mocked, a smirk on your face. your warm breath tickled his ear, a shiver running down his spine. “ maybe i should top more often! ”
kokichi muttered something rude at your words.
“ oh, you wanna play like that, huh? ” you sadistically pushed. “ then let’s get started, shall we? ”
and thus kokichi got his ass wrecked. the end
please don’t repost , translate , or claim my works as your own.
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My Bitch~ A Toji Smut
Warnings: Y/n’s a cheater, overstimulation, hair pulling, spanking, choking, creampie, breeding and using of words (slut and bitch). Has not been proofread.
If you can’t handle toxic sex, please gallop on out of here.
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"Who is this?" Toji asked, as I reached for my phone. "Nobody!" I yelled, growing annoyed. "Nobody? Well, he seems like someone for you to be texting him like this." I snatched my phone from his reach.
"Why are you on my phone, anyway?" I asked, putting mine away. "Don't change the fucking subject. Why are you meeting him at 2 in the fucking morning?"
"That's none of your concern." I crossed my arms.
"What am I supposed to do, then? Act as if I'm blind when it's so clear that you're cheating on me?!" I balled my fist.
"Yes!" Toji gave me a disappointed look. "How long?" I clenched my jaw. "A few months." He looked away from me.
"You're throwing away our 7 year relationship just that easily?" I refuse to answer his gaze. "It's your fault. You haven't touched me in months."
Toji stared at me. "I didn't touch because you always looked tired. You sound so fucking stupid. That doesn't mean you can go fuck someone else."
I could see how he was trying to contain his anger. I couldn't care less. "Just drop it. It's not that important." Toji grabbed my wrist. He gripped my wrist. "Y/n." His voice sent shivers down my spine.
This man could kill me if he wanted, but he isn't that dumb. I tried to pull away from him. The vein in his neck became noticeable.
"Fuck off! I cheated, so what!?” I tried pulling his hand away. “You’re my bitch! That’s what!” I clenched my jaw.
"If I was yours, you should've shown it! Instead of going out at night and coming back home covered in blood. You should've been with me!" I pushed him.
"Don't be a fucking dumbass. At least I didn't resort to cheating." I scoffed.
"You should've cheated. We could've made this even so. I don't have to be the only fool standing here!" I sound like a fucking fool.
"There's no way I'd stoop down to your level. I love you too much." Toji took a deep breath."Start acting like it. Show me you love me!" "
That's all you should've said from the beginning!" Toji gripped my hair and smashed his lips against mine. I placed my hand on his chest, trying to push him away. He bit my lip. “Fuck!”
I winced. Toji stuck his tongue in my mouth. I slowly gave up and gripped his shirt. Soon responding to his kiss.
“Stop, I hate you.” I moaned as he gripped my ass with his free hand. “No, you don’t.” He slipped his hand under the huge shirt I had on. Toji ripped my panties. Sliding his finger across my wet slit.
“Filthy, all I did was kiss you.” I moaned, feeling this thick fingers. He pushed his finger past my folds. I hadn’t even realized we were in our room until Toji laid me on the bed.
Toji kicked his pants off and grabbed my legs. “Let’s skip the foreplay.” My eyes widened as he slammed into me. Toji’s eyes showed nothing but anger. "It hurts!” Toji ignored me and placed my legs on his shoulders, digging deeper. I gripped the sheets.
I couldn’t handle this much aggression.
I moaned as Toji leaned forward with my legs still propped on his shoulder and kissed me. He pounded my pussy, showing no sign of holding back.
I felt so sensitive and hot underneath him. He groaned as he thrust harder. “Shit...fucking hell…” I felt myself tighten as he buried himself further inside me. How deep could this bastard go!?
He was so deep that it hurt. "Stop... going so hard!" Toji gripped my throat. "You're in no position to speak." I shivered. My eyes rolled back, pussy throbbing as I chased my climax. My legs trembled, which told Toji that I was near. He pulled out and released my legs. "Toji-"
I shut up, seeing him glare at me. Toji flipped me around. Pushing my head into pillows as he slapped my ass. "Toji." I groaned.
He continued slapping my ass. "Yes, yes, yes!" I cried out as he fucked me. "Shut it." Toji slapped my ass once again. He pushed my head further into the pillows. My moans and shrieks were muffled.
"So tight. Of course, that bastard can't satisfy you if he isn't stretching your pussy out. Face it, no one else can fuck you like I do."
Toji growled, going harder. I lost my mind thinking someone else could please me better than Toji. "You belong to me, your pussy belongs to me, everything.
The next time you decide to be a fucking idiot, I won't go easy on you." There won't be a next time. My legs trembled. "I'm sorry, let me touch you. Toji baby, please." I gripped the pillows. Toji held my waist still, filling my ass with his cum. "You'll feel me." Toji pulled out.
Turning me around once again. "I'll make sure everyone knows who you belong to." I wrapped my arms around Toji's neck. "I'll fill your stomach with my cum until I feel satisfied."
I didn't know why, but I felt excited. I opened my legs wider. Spreading my folds. "Do it." Toji's eye twitched. He pushed his cock back inside, thrusting at an incredible speed.
My eyes widened as Toji pushed two fingers into the same hole his cock was in. I winced in pain and pleasure.
"Who do you belong to Y/n?" "I belong to you." I moaned, feeling his cock twitch. "Damn right." My pussy clamped around his cock.
Sucking him back in as he pulled back. Toji gripped both of my legs and pushed them to my chest. We both groaned as he emptied his load inside of me.
Toji pulled out and watched his cum spill out of both holes. "Good." My eyelids became heavy. "I'm sorry." I mumbled. "You'd better be."
The End~~~ This was so trash, I don't feel well. I tried to hurry and upload. Sorry guys~
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‘ WORSHIP IT JUST LIKE THAT !! ,
Douma. uppermoon 2 reacting to how one of his worshippers spoiling him.
> ⸝⸝﹒ warnings. . . explicit language, porn, rough sex, vaginal, gaping, aggressive sex, vaginal sex, unprotected sex, creampie, semi-public sex, use of nick names, size kink, praise like, etc etc . . .
wc. 1.8k
douma gently pressed my head into the pillow and leaned in to murmur in my ear. "A couple more rounds, petal," he said, but it was a phony and hollow vow.
When my body finally loses up on keeping him out, he presses additional weight down onto me while I struggle and writhe, my loud cries going unheard as he feels himself seeping deeper. My stomach hurts as his tip contacts my cervix and then pushes further, smashing it up. He pushes and stretches me open to forcibly fit himself, bullying me while he forces his cock into me like a piece that doesn't quite fit.
My crazy voice made him giggle as I garbled my words, "I'm sorry—Lord douma please, I'm sorry." Sincerely delighted by my meandering, "Petal, why are you sorry?” His voice was low, just above a whipser, nonetheless. “I'm not upset.”
His cock sinks deeper as if to anchor me, pressing down on me even more. In this dark room, the colour of his wild, swirling eyes is almost blinding. "What is the sensation of having your Lord's cock deep within you?"
It's challenging to follow the my thoughts as it began to become fuzzy and mushy as he pulls himself from me, his fullness giving way to the sensation of every vein, ridge, and lump adorning his cock as he glides out. Then he slams into me again, driving his cock balls deep, leaving no trace of his cock visible.
As he starts to rut inside of me, he pushes in again, taking away my ability to think and breathe. He's so stuffed into me that I feel my cunt gape around him, and my jaw dangles widely open, "f-fuuuck,'s so huge. Stretching me so well, Lord douma, hngh," my legs shook as my body trembled and shuddered. With each thrust, my tits and the fat on my body bounce.
He proceeded to drive into me, ensuring that every inch of his cock was completely submerged in my cunt. His thrusts slowed, each one becoming more methodical and less violent. Douma pulled away, leaving me gasping for air and panting profusely. He flipped me over onto my stomach, allowing me time to recover.
Doumas' hands moved over my body, cupping and squeezing my breasts softly. His lips traced kisses down my spine, leaving a path of fire behind them. He lined his cock up with my entrance again, slowly pushing into me. He began to move steadily in and out of me, gradually increasing the speed of his thrusts.
"Shit, fuckin' me 's good, mnhp," I gasp as my eyes roll back. I push my hips further back into his waist. I let out a high-pitched moan, the loudest I've ever heard. Doumas' hips moved in an almost hypnotic cadence, and his cock glided in and out of my body with acute precision.
When I heard the door knock, my eyes widened and I moved my arm behind my back, pressing it against his thigh to signal him to stop moving. Doumas' thrusts ended in a low blow. As he looked at the door, he made a little noise and whispered, "huh?” . . . "Yes?" He speaks in a higher tone, "Lord Douma," the man said.
During the phrase, Douma looks back at me and leans down. He moves his hips away from my ass and buries his cock deep to the base. I appear like a doll in his hands, his cock expanding my stomach slightly as it twitches inside me. I yelp and let out a half-moan before Douma places his hand over my mouth, covering the lower part of my face, whole. “Shhhh”, he closes his eyes as his brows will draw down and together ever so slightly with a nervous smile.
His other hand moves close to his face, his index pointing up as it presses against his lips. “It’s rude to make noises when two people are talking”, he spoke in a low tone, barely above a whisper. "The followers are here." A voice echos at the other side the door from the same man.
"Tell them I'll be finished in a few. ‘m dealing with somethin’ else right now!" he said with a smile. How pleased he was. I lean forward, attempting to squirm free from his grasp.
"Girl, nuhuh. Get back here," he urges, as I lay flat on my stomach, his two large hands pressing into the small hump on my back. He presses my body onto his cock. I pushed it deeper into my tight, strained hole. I let out a strained sigh as his pelvis pressed against mine. As he stretched me even more. I could feel the intoxicating taste of saliva pooling in my mouth, eager to be released—his girth always left me speechless.
I was speechless till I could only utter crying whimpers. "Come on! Have more energy! It's not everyday you get dicked down like this for free by me; you’re going to have to take every inch," and he growls, cocking his forehead. As I’m simply stammering the same inaudible moans. He hits every point, and your thighs shake as his big dick jackhammers into every gummy orifice.
His grip my hips tighten as his nail dug into my flesh and pulled me closer to him. arching my back with pleasure and a hint of anguish. I maintained a steady rhythm while closing my eyes to focus on the sound of his cock sliding into my wetness. His member slammed against my sensitive regions, sending waves of pleasure and pain through my body.
I should and could have yelled as he thrust me till his dick was no longer visible. He hit the same spot maybe twice in a second with no buildup, but I ran out of energy. He immediately traded speed for power. I gave a meaningless, sexual wheeze.
He released one of my hands and grabbed my hair, gently pulling it to keep me in position. "That's right; take every inch of me. "I need to see how far I can go into that quivering pussy." His thrusts became faster and more violent, and he enjoyed the sensations.
"You're so tight, I can barely pull out, it’s like your cunt doesn’t want me to pull out!" He pounded me fiercely, and my moans filled the room. "Fuck, you feel so good around my cock." He begins to thrust faster, his hips crashing into my ass, my pussy taking up his full length. My body writhes beneath him, and my cries become increasingly urgent. I claws at the blankets, shredding the fabric.
He thrusts hard once he's certain his bond has been established, feeling me so much deeper in his soul as he drags his cock out nearly all the way. "It's like your little hole misses me already," he says, watching me flutter around his tip as if to tell him I don't want him to leave. "Tell me, petal," he slides back inside, startling me awake as I stare incredulously down at the point where you two link.
The slick sounds of him slipping into my sticky, wet, entrance haunt as i whine, my hands sinking into fine silk as i struggle to get away. "How does it feel to be fucked by your lord? Praise my cock and how good it’s making you feel." I gasp, pulling at the covers as he takes up.
I shudder, tearing at the covers as he quickens his tempo, balls slamming into my ass as he begins to actually fuck me. Huge cock working into a frenzy while I shriek. He gropes my breasts once more before pulling out. The sudden empty feeling made me whine, he grabs me by the hip and leg before pulling me down a bit, flipping me over onto my back.
I felt his cock enter gently, inch by sensational inch; the sensation of every vein and detail of his cock was incredible; a groan from my lips, my back arching slightly to ease it in, craving more of that feeling. He held my legs spread, seeing his cock disappear within my pussy and how I swallowed him in so hard that his eyes rolled back.
"You did it, pretty girl, look at you," he says, taking one hand off my hip to press on my belly, causing my eyes to widen and roll back as I whine. "You got every inch of me in this adorable cunt, didn't you? You're such a good girl, right?" I fake a nod, attempting to cope with the pain.
“I can’t take it no more, Lord douma-”, I groan in a high pitched voice.
I moan aloud, unable to endure the pressure on my abdomen anymore. I start clenching on his huge cock. Brushing my hair away from my face and grasping my jaw to catch my attention.
"Come on, i know you can, i know how good i make you feel." His comments drove me wild. Douma had me focus on him as he hammered into me. My eyes rolled into the back of my skull, and douma made my breathing even more limited. "You look so pretty with your eyes in the back of your head."
“I can't...”I take a whining breath and say, "I can’t handle it anymore, L-Lord douma, hngh" I moan loudly again, having never felt my g-spot struck at such a high rate of pressure, looking down to watch my stomach form a bump with every thrust. My mind was so overloaded that I gave up, My lips makes whatever sounds it has to, while my hands grasp his shoulders.
He licks his lips in satisfaction as he exclaims, "There's my pretty girl's face." Douma takes great joy in watching my eyes roll into the back of my skull when our bodies collided. When Douma feels me clench around him, he slows down.
how lewd he is,
"Hnnn," he grunts, picking up his pace and groaning. After what seems like an eternity, he suddenly becomes more jagged with his blows.
It comes out in slow, listless spurts, with Douma's eyes half-lidded and grumbling. I could almost hear him grumble as his fangs dug deep into my neck. A tongue of his tracks on my skin as he pours such large volumes into my womb. "Lordddd," I huffed. I was throbbing; everything felt so heated within. Feverish breaths aerate at the outer lobe of my ear before he nibbles on it, doing anything to distract himself from his sensitive state. "'s much, s’too much, Lord D-Douma"
"Keep it all in," he groans, burying his face in the crook of my neck. It's still trickling into the sticky walls, and I'm absorbing it all up. "hngh," he grumbles, silky gobbets of seed trickling into my clenched pussy. It's so sticky that the material sticks to his thighs when he attempts to pull himself out of me. Douma glances down with a lustful expression, seeing how the cum was dripping out.
#kny douma#demon slayer douma#douma#smut#kny#demon slayer#uppermoon two#x reader#female reader#fem reader#anime#fictional characters
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Cant stop thinking about 26. Sickness + flawless!Tomura
prompt: sickness
warnings: daddy kink without the kinkiness, mention of drugs, tomu is a brat as always
words: 832
A stifled sigh sits heavy and stagnant in Kurogiri’s chest, tender hands rearranging the damp washcloth folded over Tomura’s forehead, fingers brushing back stray strands of silver. A beep sounds from within his pocket, and he reaches for the thermometer shoved in Tomura’s mouth, glass clicking against his teeth as Kurogiri removes it, that suppressed sigh finally escaping his nostrils.
A fever of 101 degrees.
“I’m fine,” Tomura snaps, but it comes out as more of a whine, stringy and petulant. “Just gimme another bump and I’ll be good as new, promise.”
“This isn’t a cocaine withdrawal, Tomura,” Kurogiri says sharply, narrowed eyes glancing at his charge for a moment before refocusing on the glass thermometer between his fingers. “Though you’re going to get one of those, too, if this sickness progresses.”
“What?”
“You’re ill,” Kurogiri responds flatly. “A virus of some sort is my guess, though I’ll have Doctor Garaki stop by immediately to confirm.”
“No,” Tomura groans out the word long and drawn, head banging against the pillow, fluffy silver tufts bouncing with the motion. “Not that quack again.”
“He’ll be here in an hour or less.”
Despite Tomura’s protests, Doctor Garaki does arrive in under an hour, murmuring to a grumbling Tomura that he’ll only be a moment, and verifies Kurogiri’s suspicions within fifteen minutes.
“It is, indeed, a virus,” he tells you as he closes the door to Tomura’s bedroom. “Nothing to be too concerned about; it should sort itself out in a few days or so. Lots of rest, lots of fluids. If his fever climbs any higher, call an ambulance.”
On the other side of the door, Tomura lays restless in his bed, legs twitching and tangled in the heavy comforter, face scrunched in irritated discomfort as he shifts, flopping from his back onto his side with more aggression than necessary.
“Baby,” he whimpers when he notices you’ve entered, arms outstretched and yearning, a deep pout etched into his face. “Come cuddle with Daddy.”
You do as your told, ever his good girl, supposing that even Daddies need comfort from their little babies from time to time, too.
He latches onto you the moment you’re close enough, pulling you down and hugging you to his chest, his own personal teddy. He doesn’t look well, eyes sunken and encased in a sickly purple, normally chapped lips cracked open and embellished with dried blood, skin sallow and clammy, having lost most of it’s natural colour. Clumps of silver, damp with cold sweat, cling to his forehead, teeth chattering together delicately, jaw flexing as he tries to stifle the movement.
Frowning, your fingers find the hinges of his jaw, rubbing gentle circles into them.
“How are you feeling?”
“Like shit,” he huffs, nose scrunching up. “I hate this. My whole body fucking hurts; I feel like someone took a sledgehammer to my bones and smashed them to bits.”
“I’m sorry, Daddy,” you say, sighing a little as you feel his muscles loosen beneath your touch. “How can I help?”
“Just...Stay here with me,” he murmurs, voice having already lost its caustic edge, exhaustion seeping through his words and turning them wispy. “Jus’want you close.”
And so, you do.
Kurogiri is awe-inspiring in his ability to anticipate Tomura’s every want and need, a skill honed and sharpened to perfection over years of nurturing and raising the man, brewing a pot of homemade chicken noodle soup in addition to a whole pitcher of lemonade—a desperate attempt to keep Tomura adequately hydrated, since he refuses to drink plain water, vehemently claiming that it tastes like poison, face screwing up dramatically every time you or Kurogiri succeed in getting him to take a sip.
Even as Tomura’s brattiness intensifies with the worsening of his illness, Kurogiri stays mostly unperturbed, a special type of fondness saturating his features, laced with the slightest hint of typical exasperation. His tired eyes are kind, his soothing voice stern yet soft around the edges, his slim fingers gentle as they fluff pillows and pat sweat and tip glasses to withering lips.
You want to help, too, but Tomura won’t let you, demanding that you stay in bed with him and tend to his more pressing needs—massaging his throbbing temples and running delicate fingers through his now stringy hair and tracing nonsensical patterns across his sticky skin, tender ministrations smoothing out ragged breathing and hushing down sulky complaints.
Kurogiri promises you that it’s fine—he’s alright, he doesn’t need any assistance, really—and claims that you’re doing more good than he ever could with just your placating presence alone, lulling a grousing Tomura into a state of liminality, half-conscious and wavering between states of aching insomnia and fitful sleep.
“This is the calmest I’ve ever seen him while sick,” Kurogiri admits to you, voice barely above a whisper, as Tomura sleeps with his head in your lap. “Honestly, it makes caring for him abundantly easier. You’re the best medicine the Doctor could have prescribed.”
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Dark Au: Can we get some Adam and/or Illa in the Au. We talked about them before and they aren't major players yet. But I would like a quick view in on them.
Ghira tapped on his desk as he read through the letters he'd received. Tragedy or no, he had an image to uphold to his community. To the people of the island, he was Ghira Belladonna, the Chieftain of Menagerie, and his people needed him to be strong. But as more and more calls for action came in, for some response to the death of his daughter, he found that his strength was failing him and so too would his composure in the public eye. If allowed, the White Fang would be able to remove him from his position, replacing him as the Chieftain for someone more attuned to the goals of the White Fang, or worse, Adam as Chieftain.
"Ghira?" He looked away from the letters, his heart breaking again at the sight of his once beautiful wife. Kali was still in her bed clothes from days ago, clutching to Blake's baby book. If it weren't for the water-proof pages, the book may have been ruined by now from the sheer amount of crying the woman holding it had done inside. "Have you heard anything from Beacon?"
"No." Ghira sighed and shook his head. "I'm starting to think they're holding my mail from me."
"They wouldn't do that, Ghira." She said, taking a bit of an aggressive step to her husband. "The people love you!"
"Some of them do." He rubbed his eyes. "But not everyone agrees with me. The White Fang-"
"Are not in Menagerie!" She shouted.
"Yes, they are!" He smashed his fist into the desk, making his wife flinch and yelp. His wrath swiftly subsided to passive tenderness, his fist quickly loosing into an outstretched hand seeking to calm his beloved. "I'm... I'm sorry." He had to restrain his voice. He'd already lost one woman to his anger, and now she... she was never coming home at this rate. "I didn't mean to yell at you."
Kali was silent for a moment, though she took soft-footed steps to him. When she was in front of him, she set the baby book on his desk, weighing down the letters he'd yet to read. "I know you didn't." She placed one hand in his, then the other on his cheek. Even when she was at her worst, Ghira still saw his beautiful Kali as a veritable goddess among mortals. She leaned close and kissed him. "I know you didn't."
She seated herself on his lap and laid her head against his chest. The thick carpet of chest hair acted as a pillow of sorts for her, bringing a sense of comfort and serenity. Memories brought her back to a time long ago, when her daughter slept against her chest, the two of them cradled in the embrace of the love of her life. She felt safe in his arms, and Blake was safe in her arms within his arms.
Ghira placed an arm around her, holding her close and giving soft, circular strokes over her shoulder. He then looked to the baby book pressed down on the remaining letters from the people of Menagerie and beyond. Pulling it close to him, he lifted the cover and decided to stroll down memory lane.
Ghira is the Chieftain of Menagerie, but for now... He decided to be a grieving father. Just for today.
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"What news do you have for me?"
"High Leader Khan, it would seem..."
"...Ghira Belladonna and his wife are in grief."
"Considering the passing of his traitorous daughter, it would only make sense." Sienna rapped her fingers across the arm rest of her throne, her other hand supporting his head. "Have you found her yet?"
"Not yet High Leader. It would seem..."
"...the body has yet to be found. Very odd, High Leader."
"Keep searching." She'd forgotten what her jaw felt like when it wasn't tense. "The sooner we find Blake's body and bring it to Menagerie, the sooner we can bring back Ghira Belladonna."
"High Leader, why would we trade a traitor..."
"...for a traitor from before her, High Leader?"
"Because the sooner Ghira Belladonna is on our side, the sooner I can get our brothers and sisters out of Vale." Sienna stood from her throne. "The last thing I want is our people getting caught up in something over all of our heads. You have your orders, now leave."
"Of course, High Leader."
"Right away, High Leader."
The Albain brothers stood from their kneeling positions and smartly left the throne room. Once the doors were shut behind them, they began to speak much quieter than normal.
"Indeed, we have our orders..."
"...to be fulfilled to the letter."
The brothers nodded and made haste to the post office. There, they would speak with their informant to examine any letters to and from Ghira Belladonna. Then whatever letters they deemed necessary, they would take before speaking to their spies across the island. Finally, when they had completed their mission, they would report back to Adam Taurus.
Just as he had instructed to them long before speaking with High Leader Khan.
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"You have your orders, now go."
"Why does it have to be me?" Ilia asked, raising a brow at Adam. He gave a snarl, making her cave in, physically and spiritually. "Um, f-for clarity, I mean."
"Because you're the only one who can pass for a human." Adam said after regaining his composure. "And because I said so."
Ilia looked to her bullhead ticket, her mind racing at the grocery list of objectives she was to accomplish. For a moment, she'd considered doing the same thing Blake did and leave the White Fang in the middle of her mission. Unfortunately, Adam seldom made the same mistake twice, as was evident by her chaperone, nicknamed 'Banesaw' for both his weapon and his violent tendency to overkill with collateral damage. She looked to him, and he snarled with twice the ferocity Adam gave. Again, she caved.
"Now, what are your orders?"
"Make contact with the human criminal, Roman Torchwick." Ilia gulped. "Infiltrate Beacon Academy. Locate Blake's body."
"If it exists." Adam clarified, part of him not fully convinced Blake died so easily. The caskets at the memorial service were kept closed, with only photos placed on both the caskets and the screen acting as identifiers of each initiate. Humans were too squeamish to conduct open casket funerary services. "And what else?"
"Uh..." Ilia gulped. "Report back to you?"
"One other thing." Adam held up a finger. "I'm not convinced by anything put out by the media. Everything is controlled and filtered by the oppressive human hierarchy. Therefore, I want you to collect information from an eyewitness. Someone who was there during the initiation." He slid an open folder towards her, and out slid a photo of a young man with blond hair and blue eyes.
"This is..."
"Find and interrogate Jaune Arc. By any means necessary."
#rwby#rwby au#dark au#adam taurus#ilia amitola#sienna khan#corsac albain#fennec albain#ghira belladonna#kali belladonna#banesaw#white fang lieutenant
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THE WAY YOU WRITE FOR RAPH IS JUST ♥️✨♥️✨
I have an idea for the cutie pie
How about him and his s/o are chilling in his room watch a film but they are just staring up at him like "wow handsome boy look at him. Baby boy baby♥️" and raph ofc noticed and gets all blushy so the reader just climbs on top of him and pecks him with smooches to death like "YOUR SO CUTE how?!?!"
Sorry I get cuteness aggression when ever I read about raph 😭
Cuteness Aggression
summary: reader has to make very clear just how great Raph is in their eyes
relationship: Rise Raph x reader (established)
warnings: f l u f f
word count: ~730
A/N: tysm!! i’m glad to hear you like how i write for him :’) this ask was so cute omg sdfsdfsfd enjoy!<3 also sorry it’s very short!! but i really wanted to post this one ;;v;; (and thanks for the great title lol)
(english is not my first language. constructive criticism and grammar corrections are very appreciated!)
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Outside, snow kept slowly falling from the sky, covering the whole landscape in a white fluffy blanket. You didn’t see any of that however, because you were cuddled up against Raph in his room, watching a movie.
You both lied in his bed, on your bellies, with the laptop balanced on a thick book on the pillow. Since you two had seen the movie a thousand times and it was a pretty chill part of the plot, Raph allowed himself to steal a glance at you: your head was propped up on your elbows, with your legs folding at the knee and dangling up and down behind you. You looked like a teenage girl from a 90s sitcom, talking on the phone to her crush. The only thing missing was a landline and your fingers tangling in the cord.
At that mental image, Raph snorted softly and laughed to himself. Since there wasn’t anything particularly funny happening on screen, you turned your head to look at him with a questioning look.
“What is it?” you asked, your lips turning into a curious smile.
“It’s silly, nevermind” he simply stated and turned his attention back to the movie.
“Raph” you whined. “I wanna know so I can laugh too! What is it?” you tried again.
After a moment of consideration whether to tell you or not, he decided it was futile to try and resist; you’d insist and poke at him as long as it took for him to spill the beans.
“The way your legs are dangling like that, it just reminded me of how girls would be talking on the phone in those old TV series” Raph explained. You seemed amused at that thought. “That’s all. Besides, you look cute” he added with a slight blush.
“Well, you look cute too!” you retorted, trying to hide your own flushed cheeks behind your hands.
“There’s a lot of words to describe me but ‘cute’ ain’t one of them, I think. Thanks though” he said with a sheepish smile. You looked at him with a face that could only be described as a mix of shock and indignation, and were about to retort and very strongly disagree with him, but he talked first.
“I- I mean, look at you: so small in comparison, soft but also strong, with the most adorable smile that could brighten the darkest room: you are cute. Meanwhile I’m big and rough, spiky, and my signature move is literally to smash things.”
No longer paying attention to the movie, you brought your legs forwards to sit up properly on the bed.
“I will not allow you to say mean things about my bestest friend and wonderful boyfriend!” you scolded him, flicking his forehead. “You are gentle, down to Earth, and extremely handsome may I add.”
You slowly pushed him over while you talked so he was on his back, and you climbed on top of him, straddling his waist. Raph’s face was as red as his bandana, his brain unable to compute, as his hands came to rest on your waist.
Placing your hands on his chest, you inched closer to his face, enumerating all his wonderful qualities, each followed by a peck to his face.
“Attentive.” Smooch. “Loving.” Mwah. “Always giving his all, never expecting anything in return.”
You held his face between your hands, and he couldn't tear away his eyes from yours, which caused you both to end up with a furious blush.
“And most importantly: you’re all mine. My boy, baby boy. You’re literally the babiest, you don’t understand, ugh!”
Unable to hold back anymore you went in to properly kiss him, trying your best to pour all your love you had for him into it. By the way he was responding, you assumed you had succeeded, and that he didn’t feel any different about you.
You broke apart for air, pulling back just enough to be able to talk.
“You have no idea how cute you are. HOW are you this cute?!” you asked, and closed the distance again. You weren’t even gonna give him the chance to answer; this was about getting it into that big turtle skull of his that you weren’t just saying those things earlier, you meant everything you said.
The rest of the night was spent whispering sweet nothings into his skin, kissing and doting on him like there was no tomorrow.
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I am OBSESSED and begging for more of this! XX
What happens next? What does Nick do when someone threatens his new family? And of course, how much do our ovaries melt when he becomes that dad we know he will
Any other snippets you can share?
“Mrs. Vaughan,” Tucker, a man with an ego kept in check by a life-debt owed to Vaughan, stands at the edge of the room with a bag in his hand, “boss wanted me to give you this.”
Your infant is nestled in the bassinet, snuggled and wrapped in a soft blanket that keeps him warm and safe. You find yourself studying him from the bay window you’re sitting at, soft music playing nearby to keep him sleeping.
Its only after Tucker calls your name again that you give him your attention. You stand and cross the room, every step you take is languid with no urgency. Tucker’s waiting for you, the bag held out to you is made of recycled paper, the kind you’ve seen before, and you know its a gift for you.
“He doesn’t have to-”
“Take it.” Tucker insists, handing you the bag before looking over his shoulder with an encompassing sigh. “Boss man’s a little on edge.”
“What is it?” You gaze into the bag, noting the folded material that seems soft to the touch.
You lift the material from inside, dropping the bag to the floor and you manage to just unfold the gift when your husband appears behind Tucker.
“Get out.” Nick grits his teeth, aggressive bite that you’ve only seen a few times before, and Tucker immediately makes himself scarce.
“Nick-“ He comes toward you with a powerful stride and grabs hold of your face, cupping your cheeks and smashing his lips against yours.
Tongue meets tongue, teeth clash and the sweater falls from your hands. You’re held in his grasp, you’re rooted to the spot as he possesses you with a kiss. He pushes you back toward the bed, both of you falling to the mattress, and he still doesn’t stop.
He doesn’t stop until he’s ripped your cheap shirt and left nips, licks and kisses all over the column of your neck. He doesn’t stop until he’s kissed all over your chest and then he stops. Nick rests his head against your chest, he uses your breasts as a pillow and snaked his arms around you.
“I’ll protect you and your son with my life. I’ll kill for you two, I’ll die for you.” Nick mumbles softly against you, he’s taken a moment to breathe and you can’t help but think of what kind of threat came against you for him to say this.
“Nick…I’m not-” you stop yourself when you hear your baby boy whimpering, the start of a cry building in his little body.
“I should-“
“Let me.” Nick kissed you, he left you wanting more before he moved off the bed and rose to his feet.
He didn’t need to be asked twice, he didn’t need to be pressured, instead he walked toward your boy’s bassinet and lifted him from the bedding. Nick tucked him into his chest and crooned, acting as if he’d been there from the very beginning.
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The Sunnydale Herald Newsletter, Tuesday, July 11, Part I
BUFFY: Hey, Mister Passive-Aggressive Guy. Seriously, you wanna take it down a notch or two in there?
SPIKE: What, poor dainty Richard can't take a joke?
BUFFY: We do not joke about eating people in this house!
SPIKE: What are you gonna do, beat me up again?
BUFFY: I should have thrown you out the second you got here. I was insane to ever think you could just hang out with my friends. SPIKE: And *I* was insane to think... No, wait. You were right. *You're* insane.
~~Buffy Season 6 Episode #114: "Older and Far Away"~~
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Motivation
Genre: smut
Words: 3.192
Prompt: gamer boyfriend Haechan x female reader feat. gamer Jeno
Warnings: grinding, degradation, voyeurism, unprotected sex
A/N: I did not think that I would be able to finish this but I literally pushed this out in less than two days, what the fuck. Anyways here's my fic for the Neohub Level up event!
Anyone else surprised that it's a Dreamie fic and I didn't write for Jeno? Yeah? Me too honestly. But I adore this Nohyuck dynamic so here we are :]
Is this my first full-length Haechan fic? I think so. Welcome to the collection, dear!
If this is not up to par with my usual stuff, I'm sorry but I literally don't have time to proofread this a million times like I usually do, so :]]]]
Also my first self-made gif header :]
“Jeno, get your fucking head in the game,” Donghyuck spat into his microphone, aggressively clicking on his mouse and all but smashing buttons on his keyboard.
You couldn’t hear Jeno’s answer from where you were lounging on Donghyuck’s bed, mindlessly scrolling through your phone, but what you knew was that his answer didn’t satisfy your boyfriend a single bit as he only scoffed before spitting out profanities at what you guessed was the opposing team.
You could only giggle when he cursed colorfully once a big, red screen declared his team the losers of the match and an empty can of red bull went flying across the room.
“This is your fucking fault, Jeno,” Donghyuck scowled.
“Well, I don’t fucking care if your cat distracted you.”
“No shit, sherlock but we aren’t getting any better if we continue losing against these teams.”
“Yeah, go get a fucking drink, but don’t blame your horrible playing on a full bladder then.”
Groaning, he pulled his big headphones from his head, carelessly throwing them onto his desk and turned around on his chair, an exaggerated pout on his lips. “Come here,” he demanded, opening his arms.
“You big baby,” you smiled but gave in to his wish, climbing onto his lap and circling your arms around his neck before pressing a quick kiss to his pout.
“Your big baby,” he insisted, burying his head between your boobs with an exaggerated sigh. You could only laugh at his dramatic antics, gently carding your fingers through the longer strands of hair at his neck.
“Is this making you feel better?” You asked lowly when he also grabbed your boobs from below to further push them into his face.
“Way better,” came his muffled answer, a moan slipping past his lips when you pressed down on the tense muscles on his neck just right.
“Don’t be so hard on your teammates,” you scolded him softly after a while when he came back up to heave in a big breath, holding his head up when he was about to just faceplant back into his makeshift boob pillow, you instead held his face up to massage his temples next.
“But Jeno was missing all his shots, it was like he played that game for the first fucking time,” Donghyuck groaned.
“Not everyone is as serious about this game as you are, Hyuck,” you tried to console him.
“If anything, Jeno is the most serious about this. It was his idea to make a team to play this competitively.”
“Hyuckie~”
“No, I mean it,” he whined, “He’s never this bad. He needs to get out of his head and get into these matches.”
“Well, maybe he just doesn’t have such a good motivation as you have,” you chuckled, grinding down on his lap with purpose to hear a choked-off moan spill past your boyfriend’s lips.
“No, he doesn’t,” he sighed, rutting his hips up into yours, his signature cocky grin on his lips.
“What a shame,” you sighed, catching his lips in a languid kiss as he helped you roll your hips down against him in a filthy grind.
“Hmm, I haven’t won yet, so I shouldn’t get my reward yet either,” he spoke against your lips just when you could feel the shape of his cock poke into your inner thigh.
“But what if I want to give it to you anyway?” You teased, gently biting into his lower lip and accentuating your words with another filthy grind that made his breath hitch.
“Those aren’t the rules, baby,” he reminded you, bringing his palm down onto your ass to get his point across.
“Not everything needs to be a game,” you pouted.
“But all the good things are,” he shot back, catching your lips in another kiss but keeping the grip on your hips tight so you couldn’t start working him up again.
“Uhm? Guys?” Jeno’s muffled voice came through Donghyuck’s forgotten headphones.
‘Be good,’ Donghyuck mouthed towards you before he picked his headphones back up.
“Yo.”
With how close you were holding onto your boyfriend and with your head resting on his neck, you were faintly able to hear Jeno’s voice.
“How about we do some 1v1s? So I can get used to this new gun?” Jeno proposed, “Before we jump back into some matches.”
“This is the best idea you had all day,” Donghyuck easily agreed, turning back to his desk and reaching around you for his mouse and keyboard.
“How about a reward?” He asked while setting up the lobby.
“A reward?” Jeno asked.
Pinching you into your side, Donghyuck made sure you weren’t dozing off just yet.
“If you win,” he started, “I’ll let you fuck my girlfriend.”
“What?” You heard Jeno exclaim through the headphones.
“Sssh. But if I win. You’ll have to listen to us fuck. Best of five.”
“Hyuck, I don’t- I. This,” you heard his friend stutter which only made you giggle, looking up at your boyfriend with bright eyes.
“It’s fine, Jeno,” you purred into your boyfriend’s mic, “I know you think I’m hot.”
“That’s- I- I mean. Yeah,” he kept stuttering adorably, “But you’re…”
“My girlfriend,” Donghyuck completed Jeno’s attempt at forming a sentence, “But a little birdie told me that she thinks you’re hot as well. And I don’t mind sharing her for a little. If you’re able to beat me that is.”
“So what do you say, Jeno? You wanna fuck me? And Hyuckie can’t do anything else but watch. Want me to cry on your cock?”
“Fuck. Shit. Fuck, yeah. Yeah okay. Let’s do that,” you heard him through the headphones, making Donghyuck break out into a bright grin.
“Don’t get too excited, you have to beat me first. And if I win all you can do is listen to her sweet moans,” he mused, clicking a couple of buttons on his keyboard to send Jeno the link for the lobby.
“Do your best,” you smiled, going back to hugging your boyfriend, never really interested in the matches but rather in the outcome. It hadn’t been that long since Donghyuck had claimed that if he only got to have sex with you when he won his matches, he’d get better at the game quicker. In the beginning, you hadn’t given it much thought, simply giving in to his whining. That was before you realized that this could mean no sex for days on end when he simply didn’t win. Because if Donghyuck was one thing, he was firm with the rules he had set for himself. And that meant he wasn’t allowed to cum or fuck you in any way. The most you had gotten him to do on those days was to eat you out or finger you to your climax but it definitely couldn’t compare to the way he’d fuck you after finally winning a bunch of matches.
But since this particular match would end up with you getting fucked either way, you didn’t pay it much mind, instead busying yourself with pressing open-mouthed kisses along Donhyuck’s neck, connecting each of his moles with a row of kisses.
“You wanna be fucked by Jeno so bad that you’re distracting me?” Donghyuck mumbled under his breath, one finger firmly on the mute button of his mic.
“Can’t blame me for being excited,” you sighed, gently biting down on his neck, “I didn’t think you’d actually let him do it.”
“Hmm, I don’t think it’s gonna happen tonight, dear,” he laughed at the same time as you could hear Jeno groan through the headphones.
“I’m getting fucked one way or another,” you mused, gently swaying your hips, “I win either way.”
”You hear that, Jeno?” Donghyuck taunted, “She’s so excited to get fucked. Already dripping all over my thigh.”
You didn’t catch Jeno’s answer over your boyfriend's bolting laughter when you assumed he had won the second round as well.
“Gotta step it up if you actually want to fuck her.”
“Shut the fuck up, Hyuck,” you could make out.
“Last chance, Jeno,” he simply singsonged, aggressively pressing keys on his keyboard and clicking the mouse.
“It’s not over yet, Hyuck.”
“Luck, Jeno. That was pure luck.”
“It’s called skill.”
“It’s only skill if you can do it again,” your boyfriend gritted out.
“Watch me.”
This round seemed to take way longer than the last one, Donghyuck’s clicking was less aggressive this time and his jaws locked up as he focused on the game.
“Come on, Hyuckie,” you sighed, plastering your body against his, your fingers dancing over his shoulders as you ground your hips in the smallest circles possible until the bulge of his cock was right against your clothed core.
“Stop distracting me, babe,” he gritted out, quickly moving his mouse over the pad.
“Mmmh, but you feel so good,” you all but moaned, rocking down against him the best as you could in the confined space of his chair.
“Be good.”
“‘m always good,” you mused, busying yourself with sucking a dark bruise low on his throat that you knew he’d get teased for.
“No, you’re not being good right now.”
“Win faster then,” you laughed hoarsely, rubbing your core against the length of his cock with purpose now, sighing in pleasure.
“You hear her, Jeno?” Donghyuck taunted his friend, “Hear how needy she already is? Ready to be fucked and she doesn’t even care whose cock she is getting.”
Jeno’s muffled answer got lost in the loud moan you let out when Donghyuck’s clothed cock slid against your clit just right, making pleasure zip up your spine.
“Doesn’t she already sound so good? Hm? And today is just your luck,” he laughed loudly and a quick look at the screen showed the victory screen with your boyfriend’s character celebrating.
You couldn’t even be disappointed that Jeno had lost because you were sure, this wouldn’t be the last time that Donghyuck would propose this kind of deal and he had to lose one of those matches, right?
“Mmmh, congrats,” you hummed, bending the microphone of his headphones out of the way so you could kiss him properly, wasting not a single second to lick into his mouth.
“Thank you, baby,” he grinned against your lips when you separated again, “You ready for your reward?”
“Shouldn’t I be asking you that?” you giggled.
“Mmmh, get out of your shorts then.”
“Yessir,” you laughed, making quick work of your shorts and panties while Donghyuck closed his game and only lazily pulled down his sweats to reveal his flushed cock, the tip already glistening with precum.
“Get ready for a show, Jeno,” he chuckled, slowly stroking his cock.
Smiling, you climbed back onto the chair, bracketing his legs with your thighs. “Can I have your cock now?” You asked coyly, fluttering your lashes at your boyfriend for good measure.
“Put these on for me, so Jeno gets to hear you well,” he smiled, taking off his headphones and securing them on your head instead.
“I think he’d be able to hear me either way,” you giggled, “Hi Jeno.”
“H- Hi,” he stuttered, his voice loud and clear through the headphones.
“I’m gonna ride Hyuckie’s cock now,” you announced, Jeno’s mic was so good that you were able to hear how his breath hitched at your words, “Right here on his chair. Could have been you.”
“Fuck, yeah… I- I’ll do better next time.”
“Mmmh, can’t wait to have your thick cock in me,” you purred, slapping Donghyuck’s hands away from his cock so you could feel his length throb in your hold, “Will you get off listening to me getting fucked?”
“I- Do… Do you want me to?”
“I didn’t think you could resist it.”
“Yeah… Yeah, I probably can’t,” Jeno admitted.
“It’s alright, Jeno. I want you to,” you grinned, raising your hips up so you could slap the head of your boyfriend’s cock against your core, the wet sound probably not audible to Jeno but it made Donghyuck and you moan anyways.
“Gonna fuck myself on his cock now,” you announced, lining Donghyuck’s cock up with your dripping entrance. Catching your boyfriend’s hungry gaze, you slowly lowered yourself down, drawing out your moan until you finally sat snugly on his cock.
“It’s so big, Jeno,” you mewled, throwing your head back as you slowly swiveled your hips to get used to how deep Donghyuck’s cock reached inside you like this, “Can feel him in my stomach.”
That comment pulled obscene moans from both Jeno and Donghyuck who gripped onto your hips tightly.
“You have such a dirty mouth,” your boyfriend groaned.
“Make me stop talking then,” you challenged him, slowly raising your hips before dropping back down on his cock, moaning loudly when he filled you up just right again.
“So fucking good,” you moaned, slowly building up a steady rhythm, mewls and moans spilling freely from your lips.
“Fuck, you sound so good,” Jeno moaned into your ears, the sound so all-consuming through the big headphones that it made your thighs tremble and rhythm falter.
“Come on, baby. Keep it up,” Donghyuck teased you with a short thrust upwards.
“Hyuck,” you whined, pulling out the vowel.
“Be a good girl for me.”
In lieu of an answer, you picked up your rhythm again, ignoring the burn in your thighs in favor of listening to the symphony of Jeno’s and Donghyuck moans.
“Is he enjoying the show?” Your boyfriend panted, his grip on your hips guiding and helping you lift yourself off of his cock.
“He’s moaning so much, Hyuckie,” you sighed, leaning back on his thighs so you could quicken your movements, mewling loudly when you managed to make him fuck into your sweet spot just right.
“Please fuck me, Hyuck. I’m so fucking close.”
“Beg some more for me,” he chuckled, merely pulling you down on his cock to roll his hips up in a slow grind, making you feel exactly how deep his cock was reaching inside you.
“Huyck, please. Please, please, please,” you immediately begged, not even an ounce of shame in your body even if you were all but crying over his cock, “Want you to fuck me so bad. Need it. Please.”
“You hear that, Jeno?” Donghyuck panted, “You hear how sweet she begs for my cock?”
As an answer, Jeno simply moaned loudly as well and if you listened closely enough, you could even make out the wet sounds of him quickly jerking his cock.
“He’s fucking into his fist, wishing it was my pussy,” you groaned, throwing your head back when Donghyuck finally planted his feet firmly onto the ground to fuck up into you.
“What a pathetic little voyeurist, getting off to us fucking.”
Jeno must have heard his comment, as a loud whine left his lips.
“He’s moaning so loudly, Hyuckie.”
“Even louder than you?” He chuckled, “Louder than your pussy?”
“No,” you mewled, letting yourself fall forward against your boyfriend’s chest and lifting up your hips so it was easier for him to fuck up into you, pulling rows of choked-off moans from your lips.
“No one is louder than my pretty baby when she’s crying over cock.”
“No,” you agreed, proving his point with a wail when he nailed your sweet spot, your fingers digging into his shoulders.
“Maybe we should invite Jeno next time so he can stuff your mouth. He probably would like that very much with how talented you are with your mouth.”
“Want him in my mouth,” you agreed, “Want him to cum, Hyuckie. Wanna hear him cum.”
“You have to cum for us first, baby,” Donghyuck cooed while Jeno only moaned from deep in his chest, “If you scream for us, we’ll give you our cum.”
“Want it. Want it so bad. Make me cum. Make me cum please,” you blabbered, making an effort to meet Donghyuck’s strong thrusts instead of letting him jostle you on his lap like a ragdoll.
“Come on, baby,” he urged you on, his voice sounding as strained as you felt, your shirt sticking to your body with your sweat, “Let loose and cum for us. Be a good girl and cum for us. Let Jeno hear how pretty you sing when you cum on my cock. I know you can do it.”
“Close. So close, Hyuckie,” you mewled.
“I wanna hear you cum,” Jeno joined in through the headphones, “Please cum for us. I bet you sound so pretty. I need to hear you cum. I’m so close too please cum.”
“Jeno,” you moaned his name, already addicted to the rough sound of his voice.
“Come on, babe. Let us hear you,” Donghyuck rasped, doubling his efforts to push you to your orgasm.
“Hyuck,” you mewled, your movements turning erratic when you were so close to reaching your orgasm, you could taste it on the tip of your tongue.
“I’m gonna cum, I’m gonna cum,” you chanted, squeezing your eyes shut tightly.
“That’s it, baby, that’s it,” Donghyuck praised you, his fingers digging into your hips harshly to keep you grounded.
With a scream that surely must have hurt Jeno’s ears, the knot in your core finally snapped, making your thighs shake and sparks erupt in your vision.
“Holy shit babe. Yes, that’s it,” you heard Donghyuck pant, pushing you down onto his cock so he could grind himself deep inside you until a guttural moan spilled from his lips as well when he released inside you, paining your insides white.
“Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck,” Jeno cursed, a deep groan spilling from his lips when he came as well. You imagined him on his dark chair, frantically milking his cock as spurts of white covered his hand and dirtied his clothes. If you were to do this again, you had to ask Donghyuck and Jeno to turn on their webcams. You wanted to see Jeno loose his composure as he watched you getting fucked by your boyfriend.
“Shit,” Donghyuck giggled after a while, the fist to catch his breath again.
High on your orgasm, you joined in, melting in his hold when he gently rubbed your back.
“Well- I… Erhm,” Jeno’s stuttering only made you laugh harder, his post-nut-clarity seemingly hitting him very hard, “I guess I’ll be hanging up now?”
“Thank you for joining us, Jeno,” you mused, “Go practice some more so you can be with us the next time.”
“Yeah… I- I guess,” he kept stuttering.
“You’re so cute. Goodnight, Jeno.”
“Goodnight,” he echoed before the sound of the call ending was loud in your ears.
“Take it off,” you whined, nudging your head against Donghyuck’s.
Grinning and shaking his head at your antics, he did as you asked, pressing kisses to your face. “Did Jeno say goodbye?”
“Yes,” you smiled, cuddling into his chest.
“Let’s get you cleaned up, huh?”
“How about a round two though?”
“A rematch?” Donghyuck asked, wiggling his eyebrows.
“Date a gamer, they said. It will be fun, they said,” you groaned but the smile on your lips betrayed your dramatic antics.
“It’s plenty fun to date me, thank you very much,” he laughed it off, catching your lips in a sweet kiss.
#haechan#lee donghyuck#neohub#neowritingsnet#neohub event: level up#nct#nct dream#haechan smut#donghyuck smut#nct smut#nct dream smut#haechan imagines#haechan scenarios#nct imagines#nct scenarios#nct dream imagines#nct dream scenarios#donghyuck imagines#donghyuck scenarios#jeno#jeno smut#jeno imagines#jeno scenarios
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Killer!Aizawa x Black Reader (NSFW)
Warnings: Soft Daddy/Dom Male, Bratty Female, Murder, Slight gor, Anal, Rimming (f. Receiving), Spanking, Pet names (ex. Baby, princess), hair pulling (fem.), Possessive!Aizawa
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A/N: Hey my loves! I’m so proud of myself for actually posting every week this month. Definitely gonna try again in June. Oh! You’re a goat if you understand the reference of this story. Enjoy this smutty mess ʕ-᷅ᴥ-᷄ʔ
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Run, Devil, Run!
“Only one more round then you have to go. If he catches us he’ll kill you for sure.”
The stranger chuckled, huffing at the statement, “Oh no, my ass, he’s gonna beat it. We’ll see when he gets here.”
You straddled him with your legs and fingered through his hair. Kisses dotted down his firey chest. You plopped on his dick, pussy still gushing with his cum.
“Hold on, what was your name?” he bit at your bottom lip.
“Who cares just fuck me.”
Wrapping your arms around his head he pulled your waist down. Pounding your cunt aggressively. You pulled his spiraled locks sloppily kissing the man.
“Feel so good baby,” he said stroking your plush thighs.
“Baby huh?” foot steps crept to the top step of the hayloft, “you must be mistaken.”
Aizawa fisted your hair back till you were looking up at him. He carefully wiped the questionable liquids from your mouth before pecking your pretty lips.
“My princess is not your baby. This pussy your fucking belongs to me. She belongs to me.”
“Why are you h-home early?” you questioned went all but answered.
“Old man,” he smirked, “your bitch invited me over to have fun, so are you gonna keep complaining or let me get my nut.”
Aizawa tied his hair back smiling from ear to ear, “my bitch? Hm. I’ll give you a five…no two minutes headstart.”
“Shit,” you hopped up, “get the fuck out of here he has a gun!”
“One minute and twenty seconds left.”
“Go!!” You had to push him down the stairs out the front door with his clothes in hand.
You watched as he jogged through the open field. Aizawa checked his watch pulling a shot gun from the closet.
“C’mon daddy at least give the guy another minute,” you giggled tailing behind Aizawa.
He lifted the shotgun aiming the barrel at the back of the stranger. A usual pop had your ears ringing. You skipped to the fresh corpse passing other skeletal remains.
“What a pity, bastard was a cute,” you whispered to yourself.
“Princess I’m starting to think you like being punished,” Aizawa pet where he previously pulled your hair.
“You cheated Shōta! We agreed each of them get a five minute headstart.”
Ahh, the game. Where one significant other, well let’s be honest it always you, brings home an outsider and fucks them till they’re saying a whole lot of nothing.
Getting them out safely without the other knowing results in a win. However if you’re caught, you know the rest.
You stripped naked, grumpy and burning with aggravation . Your stomach rested in his lap.
“C’mon you big baby no one likes a sore loser,” his large hand came down on your ass.
“Two,” you counted, teeth gritted together.
Your short nails stabbed into Aizawa’s thigh. Leaving fresh marks near the healed ones. His painful strikes pissed you off simultaneously had you turned on.
“Last one,” this slap harder than the last two. Your scream was short and high in pitch. A prepped towel cleaned your pussy of the last man who was inside.
Summer Walker played from your tv. His favorite way to intensify the mood. He put your hands behind your back and cuffed them. Your face smashed into some pillows with your ass high in the air.
Aizawa’s hands clasped your ass. Slobbery tongue coating your puckered hole in his spit. Too drunk on lust to realize his cock being pumped into his palm.
His tip tapped your ass before stretching you completely. Digits squishing and kneading your soft tits.
“Nah uh,” he pulled your head up following your gaze, “no toys during punishment.”
“Want more in me,” you whined, “please daddy-”
He slapped your ass sealing his answer. One thing about that man when it came to punishing you he was ruthless. Hurting you in the most pleasurable way. Call it what you want but you two twisted fucks were made for each other.
His balls slapped against your wet cunt. A thinning line of cum dropped to the sheets. Grabbing the chain between the cuffs he sunk deeper in you. Cum messily squirted in and on your ass. Hot and runny.
“Gotta be quicker than that princess,” he set your hands free.
You rolled your eyes, “still cheated.”
“He disrespected my baby how else did you expect me to react?” he gave a lazy shrug pulling you closer.
#aizawa x black!reader#black female reader#mha x black reader#black reader#black women#dark skin#brown skin#light skin#black writers#shoto aizawa
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Could I get a Hawks in his rut headcanon?
No problem, Anon! I’m sorry this took so long, I wanted it to be perfect since I really like thinking about Hawks’ avian traits, and I know people really like it too. I hope it’s good!
Hawks Rut Headcannons
Genre: fluff, smut
Type: headcannons (so... many... headcannons)
Warnings: animal traits, Keigo being possessive af, the commission being assholes, sickness, food, breeding kink, lots of horny times
Other: most of this is based off of real research, but some of it also comes from personal preference. @keilemlucent and their fic Best Nest very much inspired many other headcannons, check them outI They’re one of my favorite creators, and the linked fanfic is one of my favorites! Hope it’s okay I tagged you here lmao
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Pre-Rut Behaviors
Grooming and Preening
Before his rut, Keigo starts to feel dirty. He just seems to accumulate more dust and dirt during hero work than usual. He’ll come back home grumbling about blood in his hair and little bits of concrete in/on his skin.
He will insist you clean him off. So you get to brush his hair, put creams on his face, and wash him off in the shower.
Finally, there’s the preening. If he lets you preen his wings, then you know he’s in it for life. He loves and trusts you with everything he has.
Expect him to press his nose against yours a lot.
Possessiveness and Protection
You’ll notice he gets more clingy, more possessive of you. He gets really controlling in the days leading up to his rut, so you’ll be annoyed a l o t.
Just text all your friends and family that you’ve been swamped at work, it’d be a little weird to say “hey guys, sorry I can’t hang out, my boyfriend’s horomones are crazy right now and he gets really insecure if I so much as exist near anyone but him.”
You would come home from work and he’s already on you, sniffing your body to see who you’ve been around, and to see if any of them were attracted to you at all.
If he had any kind of sneaking suspicion that anyone posed a threat, he’s literally laying on you and rolling on top of you to try and get his scent on you. Even if no one will smell it except him, he’s gonna do it.
He’s so protective of you, and if something tiny hurts you or makes you upset...
He.
Is.
Angry.
Someone was rude to you? He’s screaming at them.
Someone tries to hurt or touch you? You’ve got to hold him back to stop him from ripping that person apart limb from limb.
All that x100 when he’s approaching his rut.
One person accidentally bumps into you? He takes it as passive aggressiveness even if they’re very apologetic about it.
You stub your toe on a table? He’s smashed the table and burnt it then thrown the ashes in the ocean.
If you’re sad about something he can’t beat up, he feels horrible. He’s not the best at comforting people, so he’s just grabbing onto you and not letting go, telling you how much he loves and cares for you, and just how amazing you make his life feel.
If you don’t give him enough attention, he gets really huffy, and it gets worse leading up to his rut.
You lifted your hands from his head to reach for your buzzing phone? He’s already whining and pouting and begging you to give him more head-pats again.
Nesting
He’ll leave hints asking for you to make a nest, usually saying things like “Our bed needs some changing, don’t you think?” “Don’t you wish our space was more personalized?”
If you don’t get the hint, he’ll be very sad, and he thinks you’re rejecting him. So you’d better be good at reading into things and realizing he’s approaching mating season and wants you to build a nest.
He comes home one day and sees you piled blankets, pillows, and dirty clothes in the living room, sprayed with his cologne and you’re cologne and/or perfume. He pulls you into his arms and spins around with you, giggling and laughing.
He’s so happy you made a nest for the two of you.
He starts putting pretty shiny things he likes around the nest. Your toothbrush went missing and you found it in the mountain that was your nest.
Once, you were in desperate need of a clean shirt, and the only clean shirt you could find was in the nest. So you picked it up to put it on, and two seconds later, Keigo was in front of you, hands in your shirt, staring at you with such a fierce intensity, you felt almost like a villain.
He was very mad at you for taking things from your shared nest.
He leaves feathers all around the penthouse, but they’re all piled mostly around the nest, they’re for your protection so don’t try and throw them away.
Noises
He also gets really noisy, so he’ll be ‘singing’ and squawking and cooing constantly. He feels really bad about it so he might get you some noise-blocking headphones for when he’s screeching into the sky in the dead of night about how “THIS IS MY FUCKING TERRITORY Y’ALL MOTHERFUCKERS STAY AWAYYYY!”
You really think bird’s springtime songs are about love? Nah he’s mostly screaming about how he’s gonna fuck his partner and how the neighborhood practically belongs to him.
Someone called the police once, tired of all the shouting, but the officers backed off when they saw who was doing all the shouting. Most of your neighbors are used to the screaming during early spring.
Rut End-game
On the third and second to last day before his rut, he gets a sudden burst of energy and an increased appetite. He refuses to eat anything unless you’ve made it though, so let’s best hope you can cook at least a little.
When he was younger, his hungry times before his rut were spent either eating anything and everything he can get his hands on. The commission broke that behavior very quickly though, so he’d starve himself before his rut, which would result in him getting very sick from a lack of energy and sustenance. That plus the extreme arousal was a recipe for pain and suffering.
So when you noticed he suddenly stopped eating, you insisted on making food for him, telling him that you wouldn’t let him go hungry ever. That was the first rut in years that didn’t feel like torture.
You’re cooking almost all the time, and he’s constantly eating everything you give him, running around from room to room while he waits for his next meal. He’s basically a hobbit.
In the last day or two before his rut, he suddenly has no energy, and starts getting hot and cold flashes. He’s sniffling, curled up in your shared nest, dirty tissues surrounding him. He comes in and out of consciosness, and when he’s awake, he’s whining and complaining about exhaustion and aches.
Physical Changes
Most of these happen in the last few days leading up to his rut, so it’ll be very sudden. These physical changes is what causes the extreme hunger and sickness.
His feathers darken several shades, and they become super sensitive. They also seem to grow in size, so when you cuddle, you’re smothered by them more than usual.
He also gains an extra couple inches in height, so expect some teasing now that he’s just that little bit taller. His hair also gets thicker and stronger, that’s so you can pull on it when he fucks you.
His nails get longer and darker, and they’re impossible to file or cut. So when he holds you and touches you, he often scratches you on accident. He’s really apologetic about it, but honestly you could totally paint his nails and pretend they’re acrylics if you’re into that.
His teeth get sharper, and he starts biting you just for fun. Bites your finger, hand, wrist, neck, even your nose. He underestimated just how strong his teeth are, and he made you bleed first time he bit you.
His whole body is very sensitive, so head-pats, back rubs, wings, and even his touching his feet can get him to the verge of cumming.
his tongue is longer, and it’s a whole lot stronger. He could probably carry a full plastic water bottle with his tongue (which isn’t a lot, but for a tongue it’s very much a lot).
His voice drops a whole octave and a half- mans is sounding almost like Corpse now. Maybe Markiplier? Anyways, if you’ve got a voice kink, you’re in luck
His dick changes too, it gets bigger, and he grows a lump at the base of it, between his shaft and balls. His balls get smaller until they’re barely noticable beneath what he calls him ‘knot.’
His eyes become sharper too, so don’t try and hide anything from him.
Rut (MAJOR NSFW)
Everyone already knows Keigo has a breeding kink, but he hasn’t brought it up with you until now. It just kind of- happens. As he’s drilling into you, he suddenly starts blabbering about fucking a kid into you, and how hot you’d look all round with his kids. Might be a little weird for those of you who physically cannot give birth to children (my lovely AMABS and infertile AFABS).
He can’t control it, so it’s especially weird if you don’t even want kids. If you can get pregnant, you’d better double check that you’re taking your birth control. And get to know some good clinics just in case.
However, if you do want kids, if you want to start a biological family woth Keigo, fuck. You will not be able to handle his happiness and horniness in that moment when you beg him to get you pregnant.
He is going to mark you up. Hickies, bruises, hand prints, bite marks, plus his scent. He needs everyone to know that you are his. He wants to claim you, make sure you know you belong to him. No one else can have you but him.
Halfway through your fuckfest, he starts making animalistic noises. He’s growling, roaring, whining, chirping, etc. This is around the time when he stops thinking about you, so he’ll really rough you up during this phase.
This man was a virgin before you, so this is also the first rut he’s ever going to have with another person, so he’ll hold himself back a lot. He needs you to reassure him at every step, tell him how good you feel, how you want him to fuck you, how not only are you okay with him going all out, you want him too.
Did he just cum? You think you’re finished? HA! No way in fucking hell is he finished after one, two, five, ten... so many rounds. He just keeps going and going and going and how the fuck is he still hard? He cums so fucking quickly, so much, and then keeps going.
When he finally does go soft, his whole personality changes. it’s like he didn’t just fuck you stupid. He immediately goes into ‘protect’ mode, which includes cuddles, him spoon-feeding you, petting you like a dog, and singing to you.
He puts the nest near a window so he can keep an eye out for possible threats. Just like “gotta keep mate safe. Is that the mailman? NO FUCK NO GET OUT OF HEREEEE!”
One moment, he’s fucking you, and the next he’s leaning halfway out the window, screaming at some poor dude walking his dog. Remember, he’s still naked. You learned your lesson after that and kept the windows locked, and warned the neighbors to stay out of sight of the window, at least for the time being.
You’re going to feel very dirty, because he does not want you cleaning off the sweat, cum, and tears from your body. He likes that you smell like him, and you washing it off makes him feel rejected.
He’s going to break a lot of things, so move pictures and vases into another room and lock the fuck out of that room. Or else he will break all of it.
He thinks any clothes you’re wearing are mocking him, so wear clothes you hate when his rut starts, then get used to being naked for a couple days.
Oh yeah, his whole rut lasts one to five days. He’s fucking you for about three days on average.
He fucks you until you faint, and then keeps going until he’s out of ‘fuck’ mode and into ‘protect’ mode. A few times, he fucked you unconscious in the middle of the afternoon and then kept fucking you until the sun rose.
Yeah, he’s got that much energy.
Don’t worry, during the whole time, he lets out pheromones with a strong vanilla-chocolaty scent that keeps your body and mind relaxed.
There’ve been times when he’s just fucking into you and your water bottle is just out of reach.
During his rut, he has no shame. Let’s hope your walls are soundproofed, or else your neighbors will all know how he fucks you.
He will not restrain you or hurt you in any way during his rut. So no degredation, no collars or chains, the only thing keeping you in the nest is his weight on top of you.
He gets upset if you try to touch yourself, things it’s you trying to tell him that he’s not satisfying you enough.
He wants you to cum as many times as him, which is difficult because of his increased sensitivity, so he’s using every skill he knows to get you cumming again and again and again.
Most of the time, he’s going hard, rough, and spilling absolute filth from his cock and mouth, but in the last few hours of his rut, he suddenly gets emotional.
He’s rocking up against you, holding you close to his body and blabbering about you
How much he loves you
How good you make him feel
How he wouldn’t want anyone else by his side for his rut
How you’re his mate for life
How he’ll protect you and keep you safe.
Please be gentle with him, he’s very vulnerable near the end of his rut, and he’ll cry very easily.
When he’s nearing his last load, he makes out with you sloppily, trying to talk as he shoves his tongue down your throat.
He finishes off by pushing his knot all the way inside you, and stays there for an hour.
This is the softest moment, and he’s covering your body in kisses.
His knot pushes these small eggs inside you, and you have the lovely job of pushing them all out the next day.
Post Rut
When his knot deflates, he finally pulls out and starts cleaning you off.
He’ll carry you around and finally gives you a bath, constantly making sure you’re okay.
He’ll give you lots of massages and he’ll cook for you. He’s constantly thanking you for helping him, telling you he didn’t deserve it.
Just kiss him on the cheek, tell him you had fun, and that you love him so very very much.
He needs the most reassurance now than ever before.
He’s also very tired, so you’ll be taking care of each other.
Then his ‘post-rut’ resets, and he sleeps for hours.
Then he gets super hungry, and the two of you make huge meals and just kinda binge eat for a day or two.
Then his physical changes go back to normal, and you have a happy lil bird boy who simps for you so hard
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