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sluttywoozi · 1 year

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congrats on 4k!!! it is very well deserved & i hope u reach another huge milestone 🫶🏾 for sleepover week i would just like to bring up husband joshua from sundress szn and ask what was their honeymoon like 👀

thank you so so much! omg husband joshua i'm beyond excited to visit him again

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Rating: M (18+) | WC: ~1.1k

Warnings: cockwarming, unprotected sex, marriage kink, petnames (honey, baby, wife, good girl), creampie

Reader Notes: has breasts and a vagina

Joshua wakes before you, his face buried in your neck and his body wrapped around yours. The sound of crashing waves travels through the open windows, as does the full force of the sun. He blinks slowly, raising a hand against the bright light flooding the room and scrunching his face when he sees the time. It’s early still, and he has no idea why he’s not sleeping. He kept you up late last night, christening nearly every surface in the hotel suite before finally letting you pass out after round who knows what.

He’s exhausted, his body worn out from the sex and his mind worn out from the wedding, and he can definitely feel it. He feels something else though: heat. Settled deep in his stomach, burning him up from the inside out, getting worse and worse the longer you-

Oh. That’s why he’s awake. You’re grinding into him, your wet cunt searing hot around his hard dick. He forgot he fell asleep inside you last night and his cock feels so sensitive, but your pussy is so fucking good, he never wants to leave.

He wakes you with a pinch to your hip and a slight thrust, murmuring a hoarse, “Morning, wife,” into your neck as you stir. You stretch, pushing back into him before you even fully wake before sleepily mumbling, “Hi, husband.”

“Mmmm, what are our plans for the day?” Joshua asks in between kisses and nibbles along your throat. He gently cups your jaw, his hand big enough to reach from ear to ear, and turns your face to the side so he has more room to work. You pretend to think, tapping your chin with a finger, sunlight reflecting off your ring, before pushing into him again and whispering, “This?”

He laughs into your neck, thrusting back and feeling his cock twitch when you giggle, making your sinfully tight walls contract around him. His head drops to your shoulder as he shudders, swearing quietly into your skin before wrapping his arms around your waist and bucking his hips hard against yours. You’re so fucking hot and wet around him, still fit him so perfectly even after he’s been stretching you out all night, and he has the sudden urge to thank you. To kiss you and hold you and fuck you and love you forever. And now that you’re his wife(!), those are all things he can do.

Joshua doesn’t think he’s ever felt so giddy while having sex before, but there’s a first time for everything and he loves having his firsts with you. He wishes all of them were, but he knows that all the rest will be, and that’s enough. He’s getting strangely emotional, somehow just now fully processing what yesterday meant. What it means.

That you’re his and he’s yours forever, and everyone knows thanks to the rings on your fingers and your hyphenated last names.

“Love you so much, honey,” Joshua groans, releasing your face and pleading roughly, “Kiss me, need you to-“

You turn as best you can, kissing him and swallowing his words with a whine of your own as he slides in and out of you. He’s getting so deep inside, his dick bottoming out and his hips touching yours with every thrust, but he wishes he could get deeper. He wishes he could make a home inside you and live there, though he supposes making a home with you is just as good, if not even better.

He’s getting close and he can sense that you are too, pulls you that much tighter into his chest before sliding one hand down between your legs to get you there before he does. All it takes to push you over the edge are your clit under his thumb and some words of encouragement (“Is my wife gonna cum for me? C’mon, I know you can do it, baby.”). The clenching of your cunt and your sweet, sweet sounds are enough to push him over too, and as his hot cum paints your walls, the only thing he can do is hold on tight and moan, “Love you, love you, love you, love you,” into your open mouth.

His eyes are closed but he can feel you clinging to his arms as you come down, breathily echoing his love you’s and intentionally clenching your inner muscles just to be a little evil. He fucks into you in retaliation and opens his eyes, realizing that… he’s still hard.

Fuck, but he came so much, he thinks, then wonders if you’d be up for another round. You met his thrust just now, even braced your hands on the bed to do so, but he figures he should ask, just to be safe.

“Wanna go again?” Joshua whispers, pulling back just far enough for his eyes to catch yours. They’re gleaming, and you’re smiling that happy little bitten back smile, and he is so in love.

And so, so hard.

You nod, whispering back, “Absolutely, I do,” before he can even tell you to use your words. You really are his good girl.

“On your back? I wanna look at you,” he breathes, struggling to keep his hips from bucking into you without his permission. His impatient body can wait until his wife is situated.

He loosens his hold on you to let you wiggle onto your back, gathering you back up in his arms as soon as you get comfortable on the duvet. Missionary may be seen as a boring position, but Joshua thinks it’s one of the most intimate ways you can be with someone. He’s face to face with you, chest to chest, and he can look right into your eyes like he always loves to do. This is how he first made love to you, and it only makes sense to make love to you like this on your first day as husband and wife.

He waits for you to spread your legs for him, waits for you to grow impatient and wrap them around his waist so you can pull him into you, and only when you throw your head back and whine, “Joshua!” does he line up and slide home. The warm wetness that engulfs him is blinding, intoxicating, new and exciting even as he fucks you for the nth time, and he knows he’ll never get enough.

Good thing you married him, he thinks, thrusting just a bit harder, just a bit deeper, knowing that he never needs to get enough.

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darylbrainrot · 3 months

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CHAPTER 01: WIP

AIYGIWGWY || GOJO X READER

How would you—a part time guitarist and streamer, react when an upcoming streamer known as gojo admitted to liking your music and streams?

As he sat down on his chair with it dipping with his added weight, he reached to his PC to start it up. He was about 20 minutes early to stream so he had to get his streaming apps ready. He wanted to keep this stream chill, he was probably some background music playing to make his stream calming (as calming as possible with his screams from playing fortnite.) As he made the sudden decision to play music on his stream, he opened Spotify as soon as his computer turned on.

He opened one of his designated playlists for streaming, some relaxing music ranging from different artists. He made sure this playlist wasn't going to get him flagged on his Twitch, something he didn't want to happen again.

He finally had his necessities opened, his discord and Spotify opened on his first monitor, his Twitch ready to stream on his third monitor, and finally his main monitor with his game loading up. When he looked at the time, he had around 6 minutes to spare before starting up his stream. With his extra time, he decided to go out of his room to his shared dorm with suguru to grab some snacks.

As he made his way to the shared kitchen, he just decided to grab a Gatorade and some random candies he had stored for when he was craving them. As he was going to retreat back to his room, he heard his fellow roommate's door open.

"Suguru, you should join my stream please." He said, dragging out the please for dramatic effect.

"Hell nah, ima go to sleep anyway." The black-haired man says with a blank stare, passing Satoru as he makes a b line towards the restroom.

"What the flip man." Sighing as he made it back to his room to start up his stream.

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"BROO, no fucking way he got me. He literally only got me for 50 shield." He said, falling back in his chair as his 2nd place ranking got displayed on his screen. His hands now going through his face, raking through his white hair. The soft melodies of 'Cologne' by Beabadoobee fill the stream when he is quiet. The song finished up when one of your songs replaced the quietness, it was a cover you made of 'Paul' by Big Theif.

This is when his chat started flooding with new messages, ranging from questions asking him if he liked your music to how long he's been listening to you. As his arms finally fell from his hair, he looked at his chat when he saw the flood of new texts.

"I didn't know you listened to y/n's music... of course, I listen to their music, she's like one of my favorite artists." He said after reading some questions in his chat. Snickering at his chats surprised reaction, "I'm surprised some of you guys didn't know this, I follow them on twitter and on insta and I know some of you guys stalk my following and shit" He said as he was going back to the home screen of his game, deciding that it was enough of fortnite for him after playing around 10 rounds.

“Have you seen shes working on a new song? She posted about it on her twitter” he mumbled, reading one of the texts that caught his eye. “Yeah I saw her post, hopefully she posts a clip of her song. I know it’s gonna be good though.” He grins, exited that one of his favorite artist might release a song soon.

"Anyways, ima stopping the stream here, I'm done with fortnite for today. I might stream again in the weekend though, I'll tweet about it if I do." Waving at his face cam as he ended the stream, making sure to double-check it was off. He closed off any extra tabs he had open before shutting down his PC. Once he was finally done with his computer, he stood up and went to scroll on his phone on his bed, finally relieving the ache in his back due to his bad posture.

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dragonking10 · 1 year

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You Made The Right Choice

WARNING: This story contains SEVERE ANGST and it WILL be sad, if your Lancaster Heart can't take it, I'd advise you to NOT read this. If you do, then have boxes of tissues ready. I hate myself for writing this.

Ruby was walking around trying to clear her head and felt regret for what she said to her friends, especially Jaune, as she was walking she heard a commotion going on near her and decided to quietly check it out.

When she got there she found Jaune with crazed rage in his eyes chasing down Curious Cat, after some time Jaune finally caught CC kneeled down with with one arm holding the cat in place.

CC: Jaune please you are unwell, you're not thinking straight.

Jaune: SHUT THE FUCK UP!!! THIS IS YOUR FAULT!!!

CC: Pardon my confusion but how exactly is this my fault?

Jaune: YOU KNOW EXACTLY WHAT YOU DID, YOU LED ALYX AND LEWIS TO THAT TREE BUT ONLY ONE MADE IT HOME. I'M NOT GONNA LET YOU DO THE SAME TO HER?

CC: Who?

Jaune tears welling up: RUBY!!! I'M NOT GONNA LOSE HER TOO!!!

CC: But you did that yourself when you chased her away!

That did not sit well with Jaune as his anger fulled up to a boiling point as he channeled all of his aura to his broken sword and raised it up preparing to strike the cat down.

Ruby panicked reached into her pouch that has her mags in it, she quickly pulled out a mag and load it into her weapon and aimed at Jaune's torso and slowly squeezed the trigger

BOOM

Jaune felt something hit his chest, he let go of the cat to raise his hand to feel his chest and felt something wet. The cat fled the moment he was released. Jaune raised his hand to see that it was his blood, he looked down to see a bullet hole on the left side of his armor and his blood pouring out, he slowly looked up to see who shot him, only to see Ruby with tears running down her face and her eyes widen in shock and guilt.

Ruby thought she loaded regular rounds that was meant to knock Jaune out, she knew regular rounds wouldn't pierce Jaune's armor. She quickly unloaded her weapon to see what round she put in. Her eyes widen in disbelief and sorrow as she stared at aromor piercing rounds, she must've loaded it by mistake, she looks up to Jaune as tears were flooding out of her eyes only to see... acceptance and relief in his eyes?

Jaune smiled at Ruby as blood started to pour a bit out of his mouth. Suddenly he dropped his broken sword and fell on his side with one hand covering the wound and the other just laying on the ground.

Ruby dropped her weapon and quickly ran to Jaune and took off her cloak and hold it against his wound trying to stop the bleeding and started to put her aura into him... but it's not enough.

Jaune: Ruby...

Ruby looks at Jaune

Jaune smiled trying to reassure her: You made the right choice.

Jaune frowned: I let you down.

Jaune started to cough up more blood

Jaune: I let everybody down.

Ruby: Jaune I.. I'M SO SORRY, THIS IS MY FAULT I DIDN'T MEAN FOR THIS TO HAPPEN I-

Jaune: No it's NOT your fault, it's my fault I was the one who chased you away, and I'm so sorry for what I said, I never meant to hurt you.

Ruby sobbing: Ma.. Maybe if I'd helped you save the Paper Pleasers you wouldn't have-

Jaune: No... They wanted to die... I was just so blind... so desperate to feel like a hero... but I never considered what they needed... I was selfish.

Jaune coughed up even more blood

Jaune: I... I thought I wanted this... asked for it... so many times... and now that it's happening... I'm scared.

Jaune coughed up blood again

Jaune: I'm afraid Ruby

Ruby quickly grabbed Jaune's bloodied hand to reassure him he's not alone.

Ruby: No... you don't have to be afraid... I'll always be here for you... just... just please... PLEASE HANG ON!!!

Jaune smiled: Oh you're... always good for a smile.

Ruby: Jaune... you will always be MY hero... I... I love yo-

Ruby cut herself off as she felt a sudden dread as he looked to Jaune's eyes that is glazed over with no sign of life

Ruby: J-Jaune?

No response. That was the last straw for Ruby as she screamed and sobbed hugging Jaune's body close. After some time she calmed down a bit as she noticed Jaune's broken sword. She slowly reached and grabbed the sword and stared at it.

Memories of the good times they had at Beacon, as RNJR and at Atlas. She stopped staring at the sword to look at Jaune for a moment and looked back at the sword. With her mind made up she grabbed the hilt and turned the sword around with the blade facing her torso. With one swift motion she quickly forced the sword through her chest.

Ruby coughed up blood and fell down on her side, her eyes were blurry and felt light headed with the amount of blood she's losing. She slowly looked at Jaune one last time and used all of her strength to slowly drag herself closer to Jaune. When she got close enough she slowly raised her hand to feel Jaune's face and slowly kissed his lips and put her forehead to his.

Ruby with her last breath: I'll always be there for you... wait for me... Jaune.

And just like that Ruby has also passed away.

#rwby lancaster #lancaster #lancaster angst #jaune x ruby #ruby x jaune #jaune arc x ruby rose #ruby rose x jaune arc #jaune arc #ruby rose #rwby #I hate myself for writing this

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freewillacquired · 3 months

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[From Good Rain] The chaos that had overtaken the simulated streets finally seemed to have settled down. Rain thought that she might finally have a moment to catch her breath, but then found herself blanketed by the shadow of a massive figure.

Nemesis lived his life in a sedative-induced haze, whether he was asleep or awake. Most of the time he was kept sedated to the point of being knocked out, but even while awake, it was as if his mind was lethargic or something. His personality, the parts of him that were Matt instead of Nemesis, were buried deep, half-asleep, too tired and distant to take control. All he could do is watch through his own eyes as he did things he didn't want to do, killed people he didn't want to kill, because he was ordered to. The controlled parts of his mind went on autopilot once an order was given, and his body moved without him wanting it to. It was like being an unwilling passenger in a car driven by a homicidal robot.

Being recaptured after Raccoon City was his absolute worst nightmare. Why couldn't he have just been killed by the nuclear weapon like other normal human beings? No, he had to strangely regenerate, his virus-permeated form only spurred on by the radioactivity and too focused on survival to allow him to die. It hadn't been bad at first... Oh, sure, he'd grown tentacles, and he was a few inches taller than he'd been before. Maybe more muscular too. Had his bones gotten thicker? But regardless, he was alive and free and could do whatever he wanted. Until Umbrella caught him with a trap they'd laid out for him...

And that was that. He was taken to some cold-ass place in Russia, under the ocean and the glaciers he used to advocate to save as an environmental activist, and re-enslaved. He had a vague sense of who he was, of what had come before this. It came more to him in dreams than anything else. But for now, he just couldn't seem to take back his autonomy. Without Alice to help quite literally in beating some sense into him, Nemesis felt forever doomed to repeat simulation after simulation, killing innocent people again and again.

He hated the New York testing environment. Before he'd been plunged into hell, he'd been a nature lover, a camper, a hiker... and frankly, the smell of gasoline, metal, rubber, and city funk was something that had become downright triggering to him. Not to mention the hulking creatures with massive nails and spikes through their heads he was sometimes made to battle. Axemen, they were called. Gross, he thought, and yet he felt sorry for whoever they used to be.

So at first, when he'd been released into an entirely different simulation with blue skies, green grass, and the occasional pet dog running around, Nemesis thought something had changed for the better. But... no. He recognized these streets. They were the suburbs of Raccoon. He could almost walk to his house from here... Not only that, but they had him hunting down innocent people again. Why? Like, what purpose does this serve? Of course I'm gonna be able to kill these poor people, what does this prove?! All he could do was watch in horror, unable to stop seeing the world through his left good eye and Umbrella's orders and ticker data through his experimentally altered right one.

During times like this, Matt tried to distract himself so he didn't have to face the reality of what he was being made to do. It helped that he always felt foggy, like he was asleep and couldn't quite wake up. It was easy to just let go and be a passenger when he couldn't even hold a coherent thought long enough to-

Wait, I know her!

Nemesis stopped for a moment when he saw the woman. The sight of her was like glass shattering inside his mind, breaking windows and letting in air and light where there had only been a dark void before. It hurt, the sudden flood of memories, and it was anything but coherent. Flashes of people he knew but couldn't remember the names of, glimpses of the Hive, creatures and sounds and screams... It gave him a headache, breaking Umbrella's control on him for a second time, but it was the best pain ever. He felt like he'd woke up after years of slumber, dazed but in control.

Lowering his chain gun to his side, Nemesis clomped over to the woman as his visual overlay courtesy of his retinal implant identified her as Rain Ocampo. Rain... The name came with another traumatic flash of memories, and Nemesis didn't get his hopes up. Rain was dead. He remember now... he had killed her himself. It was something he'd seen in his nightmares a multitude of times before Umbrella had leashed him again. It was one of the worst things he'd ever had to do, shooting Rain. So this... couldn't be her. Unless...

Clones...

Nemesis knew the testing environments were populated with clones because Umbrella considered them expendable stand-ins for "real" humans. It was incredibly sick, even if the technological advancements that had created them and the environments themselves were nothing short of amazing. Oh man, now he was pissed. They cloned Rain? Really? What the fuck, Umbrella, seriously?!

As he got closer to her, he knew this probably wouldn't go well. He looked like road pizza. Actually... most roadkill looked better than he did at this point. But he had to try, nevertheless. Even if she was just a clone, she was some part of Rain that was still alive, and that meant something to him. "Rain...?" he asked, hoping he wouldn't scare the shit out of her...

#wanderingaroundwithmysoul #muse: nemesis #{ back underground } ʳᵉᵗʳⁱᵇᵘᵗⁱᵒⁿ ᵛᵉʳˢᵉ

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lem0nshark-writes · 3 years

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"The City of Ruins"

Thranduil x Male (elf) Reader

Word count: 2344 Summary: Lost lovers reunite 🌙☄

Warnings: angst at first then fluff w/ smut later on, the begining of smut is marked tho so don't worry, reader's a bottom

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After the battle for Erebor you stayed behind in the city of Dale, it wasn't on your own accord, no. If it were up to you you would have returned to Mirkwood with your king, but you were banished from your home.

Such events came to be because you defied your king's orders to fall back and leave the dwarves to deal with orcs on their own. But you weren't gonna let your friends die, you weren't gonna let them fight on their own, even if it meant going against your king's will.

So you stayed behind, betrayed look on your king's face coming to haunt you more often than you'd like to admit. But you knew you did the right thing.

Many moons passed since the battle and you managed to fix yourself a home, it wasn't much, just a lower floor with a fireplace and a spot to lay on, but it's all you could muster up from the city in ruins.

You took it upon yourself to slowly clean and build around yourself, salvaging what you can of the city. And short trips to Laketown took care of your need for food and liquids.

It was a decent life, but terribly horribly lonely.

Your only friend being your thoughts and a bittersweet longing for your rín meleth*.

(*crowned love)

You feelings didn't come as surprise to you, they've been lingering for a while now but you've never acted on them, fearing he wouldn't feel the same and you'd cross a line. And besides, you were just a regular elf, no royalty, why would you ever be a match for him.

Dark stormy clouds gathered around the mountain and the city of Dale, heavy rain moments from being released.

You rushed to your small home in the heart of the city, arms full of twigs and branches, racing the time against the rain. And you made it in in the last second because just as you closed the door the sky came crashing down in big droplets.

You let out a sigh of relief and made your way to the fireplace, placing the newbrought wood at the side of it and started the night's fire. After making sure it's well lit and strong, you moved the remaining wood on the side for later.

You got up and took off unnecessary layers of clothes and your boots as the room started to fill up with warmth, setting them on their spot near the door.

Fixing your hair up in a messy bun you sat down on your bed and just as your were about to lay down for your daily rest, an unexpected knock on the door broke the comfortable silence mixed in with the crackling of the fire.

You looked up at the door and slowly got up, wondering who could it be as no guests announced themselves for the following days.

Creaking the door open your eyes widened in surprise. There in front of you, soaked in rain head to toe, stood none other than your ex king.

Your shock was soon pushed away by reminiscence of betrayal and old memories that came flooding your thoughts.

"How could you do that to me?.." pained expression pushed it's way through on kings face, trying to overcome the angry one that he tried so hard to keep.

"I already told you, but I guess you've gone deaf on your ears, I wouldn't and I won't let my friends die because you were too much of a coward to fight!" you started slow and calm but by the end of the sentence got louder and angrier, fire of the old argument rekindling fast.

"I am no coward! I did that to save the lives of our people! To save your life!" he growled back.

Anger gushed through your body but you said nothing, staring at his icy blue eyes.

"You might be-You maybe were my king, but my friends' lives are more important than your orders," you turned away, walking deeper into the house.

Thranduil followed, doors closing after him, and looked around a bit, feeling bad seeing how you lived since he threw you out of your home.

"You're so stubborn.." he sighed heavily, "What if something happened to you? What would I do then? What would I do without you??"

You turned around slightly and looked over at him. Worry of past events and what-ifs ridden across his face mixing with anger towards your stubbornness.

"You did just fine.." you muttered almost inaudibly, looking back away to hide your tears, old feelings starting to become too much.

He looked at you in shock for a few moments before regaining his ability to speak, "What… You think I enjoyed banishing you?? You think I enjoyed returning home without you and spending months an months with you nowhere in sight?? You think I like that?? .. When people ask me where you are?? .. Not seeing your face ever day??…"

"You think my soul isn't tearing into pieces without my meleth.." he looked at you, sadness twisting his face into a pained expression.

Your eyes widened at the last part and you turned around swiftly, standing there with your mouth agape for a few moments before speaking, " . . . Your meleth?.."

Thranduil's eyes widened a bit as well after he realized what he had said but then closed slowly as his expression melted into one of saddened agreement.

"You loved me?.." you asked softly.

He nodded, ". . . I still do.."

"Why didn't you say anything?.." you took a few steps towards the taller male, closing the gap between you two almost completely, and searched his eyes with your own.

"I feared you wouldn't feel the same.. and I couldn't bear the thought of losing you if that were true.." he finally gazed back at you.

"Silly king," you muttered through a slight smile forming on your face, " I loved you for hundreds of years, and I still do," you took his hands in yours and held them to your chest.

At your words his face lit up like forest in spring waking up from a long winter dream and he leaned I swiftly, locking his lips with yours, something he's been yearning to do for so long.

Without thinking you returned the kiss, wrapping your arms around him in a tight embrace and he did the same, his strong arms washing away all the worries and making you feel like the whole world around you disappeared.

"Return home with me my meleth, rule as a king by my side, let's never part again," he whispered into your neck.

Your lips spread into a warm smile as you gazed upon his eyes, "I'd like that very much."

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The two of you settled down on a crapet by the fireplace, setting your journey back to Mirkwood for tomorrow, when the storm hopefully calms down.

You forced the king to take off the outer layer of his clothes to put to dry by the fire and he undid his wet hair too, allowing it to dry easier on the warm air.

The two of you rested in each other's arms for a while, letting the fire warm you both up as you chatted exchanging some old stories and talks of your lingering feelings.

He smiled down at you, arms wrapped around your body as you rested your back against his chest. You looked up at him, returning the smile, "What?"

"Nothing. I just am wondering why we didn't confess sooner," he placed a warm kiss onto your jaw.

"Me too," your eyes instantly closed as he did that, "I guess we are two completely oblivious idiots," you added with a chuckle.

He let out a chuckle as well, "That we are." He grinned and kissed you deepy, passion spilling out from his lips.

You smiled into the kiss and returned just as passionately, cupping his cheeks in the process.

The bigger elf moved slightly, allowing your bodies to face each other, before wrapping his arms around you again.

The two of your kept on kissing, the kiss turning from slow and passionate to yearning and with a lot more tongue.

His hands started roaming your body and soon enough your vest was off, and shortly after your shirt too.

At the motion you parted your kiss and the two of you exchanged a knowing look. And just as quickly his lips were back on yours and your hands now undoing his top.

Once you won the battle with his shirt he moved his lips to your neck, tracing kisses and licks before the same turned into bites and sucks, leaving hickeys behind that ended up littering your neck and your chest.

You moaned on his actions, running your fingers through his hair and giving it a gentle thug on each bite he left on your soft skin.

He moved his attention to your lower stomach, leaving warm kisses there as he slipt your pants off with a single swift move.

You looked up at him, the two of you locking eyes, as you bit your lower lip. His gaze trailed around your body, taking in every bit of it, "Y/n.. you're beautiful.." he said, lust-laced desire dripping off his words.

The tone he spoke in made you shiver under his touch. He gave you a deep kiss and then proceeded to take his pants off too and soon enough both of yours undergarments followed.

He laid you down and got on top of you, kissing you deeply once again.

Your eyes stayed locked with his abs and, well, lower parts, being slightly taken aback by how good he looks.

He quickly caught up on your thoughts and smirked, making you in return blush like mad.

"Like what you see?" Thranduil smirked at his smaller lover who by the looks of it was about to burst into flames from the redness his cheeks reached caused by his words and that smug smirk Thranduil proudly wore.

He chuckled at his lover's sudden shyness and let his hand trail to his already errect memeber.

You gasped softly at the feel of his fingers on you and your eyes closed from pleasure, hand rushing to your mouth to silent the escaping moans.

Thranduil's hand reached for yours and moved it from your mouth, pinning it above your head, "I like your moans, don't hide them," he smirked and left kisses across your yaw and neck once again, as his hand worked magic bringing you all the way to the edge before abruptly stopping.

You looked up at him in wonder, unpleased and yearning for the pleasure to come back. He smirked softly at you and pulled you by your thighs closer to himself and his face went down.

You looked up at what he was up to and gasped in pleasure when you felt his slick tongue move against your hole. You fell back and your eyes rolled in sweetness as his tongue made it's way into you. It twisted and turned inside you, sending waves of pleasure all throughout your body, his hands squeezing your butt cheeks as they held onto them.

Once again you were on the edge of an orgasm and once again he pulled away just as you were about to reach it.

You whined slightly this time, pouting at his repeated action.

"Shhhhhh you'll like what comes next better-," he smirked at you and sat himself up again, grabbing at the sides of your thighs as he positioned himself at your now wet entrance.

You propped yourself up just enough to reach his lips and kiss him deeply, which he gladly returned, one of his hands reaching up to cup your cheek.

"Ready?" he smiled at you warmly as you two held your faces close to one another. You gave him a soft nod, bracing yourself for what's about to come.

He slowly started pushing in, giving you enough time in-between each little push to adjust to him in you, moans rolling off your tongue along with rugged breaths.

Once he was all the way inside you he kissed you deeply, distracting you from any lingering pain till it all melted away into burning pleasure.

Holding at your sides he slowly started moving his hips pushing his big length in and out of you, at first slowly before picking up the pace. Moans streamed out of both of your mouths mixed up with muffled breathing between kisses.

"Ahhhh hhhhhngggg…" moans left your mouth one after the other as he picked up the pace even more, hand back on your ass and squeezing it.

Your finger nails raked his back in pleasure causing him to moan your name out between paced breaths, "Y/n… ahhh-."

You moved your lips to his neck, leaving the tall elf an even bigger moaning mess as you left hickey upon hickey against his skin.

He slapped your ass in the moment as he pushed in even deeper, reaching that sweet sweet spot, making you moan his name out even louder than before. He picked up on that and started hitting that spot repeatedly with even greater strength making you melt completely underneath him.

He could tell you were very close and so was he, and with a few more strong thrusts both of you came hard, moaning each other's names and spilling, you on his and yours stomach and him inside of you.

Panting he brought himslef down and placed a loving kiss on your lips, exhausted with pleasure and still riding your orgasm you returned.

He gently pulled out and plopped down next to you, pulling you close into his warm embrace.

You two stayed like that for a while, hugging and unable to reach your breaths.

Once your breath returned to your lungs you snuggled up into his chest and kissed his yaw, "I love you my king."

He smiled down at you and hugged you tighter, placing a long kiss onto your lips, "I love you too meleth."

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caroldantops · 3 years

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lemonade stand (i)

ship: carol danvers/fem!reader

summary/request: a new kink leads to a new morning routine (part of lemonade stand, a series of unrelated piss drabbles)

word count: 1.2k

warnings: smut (18+), dom!carol, sub!reader, piss play (omorashi (holding and wetting), golden shower (r receiving)), mutual masturbation, maybe a bit of a boot kink?

masterlist | ao3 link

find the other lemonade stand drabbles on my series masterlist or on ao3!

“You know, I’m surprised how long you’ve lasted, baby,” Carol chuckles, shoving you less-than-gently to the floor. You gasp as the shift in position causes a sharp cramp to hit you, groaning and clutching your stomach. “Almost the whole day without an accident. Though, you’ve definitely been whining too much for my liking.”

“Can’t help it,” you whimper, squeezing your thighs together in your curled-up position on the floor. Carol just laughs at your feeble attempts at maintaining control.

She comes into view as you’re rolled over on your back, and you yelp as your thighs are yanked apart. The sudden manhandling makes your control wane, allowing for a couple of drops to leak from between your legs. The only thing protecting the hardwood floor beneath you from your bladder is your cotton panties that now host a small wet patch.

“Captain, please. I can’t hold much longer.”

Carol kneels down, gripping your face in her strong hands that make your mouth water. She regards you for a moment, scanning your desperate eyes with that stupid fucking smirk on her face.

“Five more minutes,” Carol finally says, releasing your face and standing up straight again. “If you can hold it for five more minutes, you can cum tonight.”

You nod desperately, needing both aches that have been building between your thighs all day to be relieved. Five minutes was nothing compared to when you were pressing your thighs together as you drove home.

Or, so you thought.

You were foolish to think Carol would make this easy for you. Those huge chunky boots that she and you both adore so much, the ones that are loud on every single surface Carol treads on, exuding that classic Carol Danvers Couldn’t-Give-A-Shit-What-You-Think Attitude, are now your mortal enemy. Carol presses one boot against your stomach, not putting enough pressure to hurt you, but certainly making your bladder scream.

“C-captain, no,” you whine, feeling another few drops dampen your underwear as Carol makes it almost impossible to hold it. “Please, please. I can’t do it.”

“Aw, are you gonna cry, baby?” Carol fake pouts as she pushes down a little harder on your tummy. You groan and shake your head, but your sniffles of embarrassment betray you. All of your concentration has to go towards not wetting yourself, but Carol cooing at you is causing your brain to short circuit. Another small gush between your legs does not go unnoticed by your Captain. “Hm, that doesn’t look like holding it to me.”

“I’m trying. It’s too hard.”

“Poor thing. Can’t even hold their own piss for five extra minutes?” Carol shakes her head. You gasp with relief as her boot is removed from your stomach, hoping that the torture is over.

Wrong again.

(You really never learn, do you?)

Carol crouches down next to you and kisses your sweat-ridden forehead gently, making you hum before another sharp gasp is ripped from your lungs. Her lithe fingers press on your stomach even harder than her boot was.

The distraction from her tender kiss combined with the returned pressure makes you lose it. You moan with relief as you flood your underwear. It’s only milliseconds before there’s a puddle forming under you, piss starting to dampen your thighs. Carol hushes your pathetic little noises softly, kissing your face again and rubbing your tummy soothingly.

“You almost made it, baby. Even closer than last time! I’m very proud of you.”

“Does you being proud of me mean…”

“No, it does not mean you’re going to cum tonight,” Carol answers. You huff.

“But I’m so wet,” you whine high in your throat, hoping to tease Carol enough that she’ll give in.

“Isn’t that your own fault?” Carol raises an eyebrow, running her fingers over your soaked panties. You try to grind against her, but the digits are gone before you can. “Tomorrow, okay?”

“Promise?”

“Promise. Now, come on. We have to clean you up.”

---

“Babe.”

“Mmph.”

A finger prods your face.

“Baby, wake up.”

“Why on Earth would I do that?” You open one eye to glare at your girlfriend who’s looking at you with eager eyes. God, you don’t know how she’s so awake in the mornings. You do enjoy the view of her in the morning light though, so it has some benefits.

“So you can come shower with me before I have to leave,” her already raspier morning voice drops lower as she leaves kisses along your shoulder.

How are you supposed to resist that?

The hot water streams over both of you as you kiss. For once, you have Carol pressed against the wall, skimming your hands over her damp skin as she nips your lower lip.

“You still wanna cum?”

“Yes,” you answer immediately. Carol laughs at how easily you went from being annoyed with her for waking you to her eager baby again.

“On your knees, and spread your thighs so I can see that pretty cunt.” You obey, hands twitching because you have a feeling that you know what’s coming. Carol’s talked about this little fantasy of hers recently, since the two of you discovered this new piss kink of yours was mutual. “Good girl. Did you pee after you woke up?”

“No.”

“Me either,” Carol says, leaning her upper body against the tile wall, and positioning herself so that her hips are thrust toward you kneeling between her legs. She starts circling her clit, and your mouth waters at the view of her glistening pussy. “I want you to go with me.”

“Yes, Captain.”

You thought that it would take you a minute to get your bladder going, but the moment that you hear Carol sigh and see her stream start trickling between her legs, you feel yourself twitch with desperation. Carol angles herself a little better and starts pissing with earnest, strong enough to finally make contact with your body. You both moan as Carol’s piss drips down your body, and you finally start peeing as well.

“Touch yourself, baby. Fuck, you like that don’t you?” Carol groans, panting and rubbing her clit harder, splashing liquid over your already wet bodies. You match her pace, grinding against your hand that becomes immediately soaked. “You like when I piss on you, don’t you?”

“Fuck yes, I love it,” you cry, desperately humping your hand as Carol empties her bladder over you, heavy stream becoming a small trickle.

“Fucking hell,” Carol throws her head back, hitting the wall behind her. “Cum with me baby.”

Both of you shudder with your climaxes, panting and riding out your highs as the forgotten shower keeps running. Carol pulls you up, crashing your lips together. You moan into each other’s mouths, pressing your foreheads together when you break apart. A wave of embarrassment of what just happened suddenly hits the both of you, and neither of you can help laughing.

“You know, that’s not exactly the type of shower I was expecting when you woke me up,” you giggle, pressing your face against Carol’s neck. You can feel her own laughter in her chest pressed against yours.

“Was it a good surprise at least?”

“Mhm, I think we could definitely work more showers into our morning routine.”

#carol danvers x reader #carol danvers smut #marvel imagine #piss play #c: carol #smut #fic #silver writes #hahahahahaha no one look at me

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silversatoru · 3 years

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Omg I think I'm requesting smut with wrong characters, it's so embarrassing, so i'm gonna ask you again :')

Can I request a Gojo smut without his blindfold + teasing + voyeurism? Thaaank youuu soo muchhh besto friendo=)

sensei

gojo satoru x f!reader x itadori yuuji

synopsis: satoru teaches an inexperienced yuuji how to properly fuck his girlfriend after hearing him make several inappropriate comments about her — and accidentally discovers a raging voyeurism kink

t/w: nsfw 18+, aged! up! yuuji!, voyeurism, virgin yuuji, mild teasing, fingering, oral sex (fem receiving), masturbation (male), mild bondage, threesome? yeah kinda

w/c: 1.9k

a/n: hey best friend!! don’t be embarrassed it’s all good <3 you didn’t give me much storyline so i really took some liberties with it lmao i hope you don’t mind (u want voyeurism i give u voyuerism)

yuuji never expected to be in the situation he was currently in, his mouth hanging open in shock as he observed the scene in front of him. you were completely bare, shackled to the bedposts with your puffy lips parted in a perfect “o”. he never intended for things to go this far — he really didn’t think a few harmless comments about how hot his teacher’s girlfriend was would get him here.

but satoru didn’t take yuuji’s lewd comments about you casually, and he planned to make the pink-haired boy follow through with every statement he’d ever made.

“why are you so shy all of the sudden?” satoru prodded, walking to the other side of the room and sliding into a velvety chair, “you seemed so confident when you said you would ‘rail the hell out of her’ earlier”.

“no- sensei- i, uh-,” yuuji was an embarrassed and scrambled mess, his brain practically imploding as he tried to make sense of his current situation.

“you said, and i quote: ‘i’d eat that pussy like it’s my last meal’ and ‘bro i’d fuck her so hard her legs would stop working’” satoru raised an eyebrow at him, “here’s your opportunity to do just that”.

yuuji swallowed thickly, his eyes glazing over your body as he drank up every one of your curves. his sensei was instructing him to have sex with his girlfriend while he watched, wasn’t this kind of fucked up?

“wow yuuji~ you really said those things?” your light, nonchalant voice startled him.

“i uh-,” yuuji was still at a loss for words, wiping his sweaty palms on the back of his uniform.

“uh- what? is it because you don’t actually know how to do any of those things? is that why you’re so hesitant?” satoru was getting mildly impatient, but he was enjoying how flustered the younger boy was.

“um, no i- yeah... i don’t know how,” yuuji admitted — he had zero experience in bed, but the tightness in his pants was attempting to convince him otherwise.

“i’ll walk you through it, how does that sound?” satoru’s voice had a coaxing effect to it, and between that and yuuji’s growing member he was really considering going along with this whole thing.

“isn’t this weird, sensei? i’m... not sure,” he gave satoru one last glance of hesitation.

“it’s only weird if you make it weird,” satoru shrugged, “now get on the bed yuuji. she’ll be good for you, and i’ll tell you what to do”.

yuuji couldn’t believe himself when he started walking forward, slipping off his shoes and climbing onto the edge of the bed. seeing your body up close sent adrenaline pumping through his body, his uniform pants becoming uncomfortably tight at this point.

“good,” satoru cooed, “now, she likes to be teased, so we’ll start small. go ahead and feel her, i bet she’s already drenched for you”.

yuuji lifted a shaky hand, reaching forward and pressing two of his fingers along your glossy folds. satoru had been right, they were slimy and wet and his fingers were practically engulfed by your entrance. he sucked in a dry breath when he felt your walls clench around his fingers, his dick twitching in his trousers.

“so eager,” satoru clicked his tongue, “slide your fingers in and curl them up before pulling them out again, she’ll like that”.

yuuji was a quick learner, stroking his fingers into you with completely fluidity and causing a few whines to leave your mouth. earning those noises from you and hearing the squelches of his fingers in your cunt went straight to his head, and he knew instantly that he wanted to hear more of that.

“try using your mouth, yuuji,” satoru continued to instruct him, an uncomfortable tightness forming in his own pants as he watched you squirm in bed with another man.

he clenched his fingers at his sides, not allowing himself to jerk off to something like this. yuuji dipped his head down and immediately locked his mouth onto your cunt. you reacted with a few twitches, the boy’s rough and inexperienced tongue sending jolts through your sensitive body. his laps were choppy and uneven, but it felt good none the less and you were trying not to squeeze his face between your thighs.

“okay yuuji, take a breath,” satoru coerced him to stop after a few minutes, “use your hand again”.

the pink-haired boy pulled himself out of your legs, his chin coated in a thick layer of gooey saliva. he wiped the mess onto his sleeve, reaching back down to your cunt with his other hand. he had foggy, lusty eyes now; his nerves subsiding and his comfort increasing as you rewarded his actions with pretty sounds.

satoru was biting down on his bottom lip so hard he swore he could taste iron, his hands clenching in his lap as he tried to refrain from touching himself. he had every intention of teasing and embarrassing yuuji, but he never planned to enjoy watching it this much. there was something about the inexperienced boy making hasty touches to your body that was clouding his head with fervor.

yuuji had been going at it with his fingers for a while now, and you were a squirming mess of pleads for more. his hands and his tongue felt good, but because of his lack of experience, none of it was enough to push you to an orgasm. you needed more — you needed someone to fuck you and you didn’t care who it was.

“i think she’s warmed up enough,” satoru finally interjected, making yuuji pause and look to his sensei for direction, “you’re gonna fuck her now”.

yuuji face paled, his nerves spiking and his cock twitching in anticipation, “you- you’re gonna tell me what to do, right?”

“of course,” satoru hummed, “but we can’t do much until you take your clothes off”.

yuuji was in no way insecure about his body; he was ridiculously muscular and well-built and his body had some pretty nice definition right now. that being said, taking off his clothes in front of his teacher and having eyes on his back while he had sex for the first time was still incredibly intimidating — intimidating but also exhilarating and part of was actually kind of excited.

satoru watched with steady eyes as the other man stripped off his clothes, his swollen cock finally bursting free and dripping with glossy precum. yuuji had watched more than enough porn to understand the basics, climbing back onto the bed and positioning himself between your waist — but after that he looked to his teacher for guidance.

“she’s soaking wet for you, yuuji, it’ll slide right in,” he gave him an encouraging nod, still watching from the corner of the bedroom.

yuuji swallowed hard, wrapping his fingers around his girthy cock and positioning himself so he was prodding against your entrance. instinctive flinches leapt from your body, your fingers twitching and mouth parting open in a gasp. when he finally thrusted himself inside, a high-pitched moan ripped through your throat. your boyfriend was certainty blessed in terms of length, but yuuji’s cock was thick.

“now grab her legs and roll your hips so you move in and out. though i’m sure this isn’t your first time fucking something,” satoru let the snarky comment leave his mouth as he shifted uncomfortably in his chair, brushing his finger tips over the head of his still-clothed member.

yuuji barely noticed satoru’s voice now, his brain flooded with how good your hot, sticky cunt felt wrapped around his dick. his sensei wasn’t wrong, he’d shamefully fucked his pillow a few times in the past but shit, that completely paled in comparison to this. he quickly picked up a decent pace, his hips slamming into your legs with every thrust.

satoru was pushed over the edge by what was occurring in front of him, the older man unzipping his pants and letting his own cock finally spring free. he wiped his fingers over the sensitive tip, collecting the precum and smearing it down his shaft. a throaty groan quietly left his lips, his body warm with pleasure now that he was finally touching himself.

he threw his head back in bliss at the feeling of his hand around his cock and the sensual combination of you and yuuji’s moans. his hips rocked back and forth as his fucked himself into his hand, his eyes focused intently on yuuji’s erratic thrusts.

“you’re doing so well, yuuji,” he cooed at the pink-haired boy and then at you, “how do you think he’s doing, love?”

“ah- so good! so good, yuuji!” you stammered, your words coming out somewhere between a yelp and a whimper.

his face grew red but his chest swelled with pride at the sudden praises; he liked being told how good he was doing.

satoru coached him through a couple more positions, his hand still grasped around his own cock and pumping hard as he did. the tip of his member was puffy, red, and begging for any kind of release. and coincidentally, yuuji was hitting his breaking point as well.

“ah- sensei, i think i might come already,” he mumbled, slight embarrassment laced through his words.

“that’s okay,” satoru reassured him, standing from his seat and approaching the side of the bed, “but make sure you pull out when you come, yeah? she likes it when you finish all over her tits”.

you weren’t even cognizant of their conversation, head wheeling with pleasure and adrenaline flowing through your veins as you felt satoru’s hands cup your breasts and yuuji’s cock continue to pound into your cunt. it was an overwhelming bliss, having both of their attention on you at once.

your boyfriend released your breasts after rolling your nipples between his fingers a few times, retuning his hand back to aching member. he started to pump himself at a quick pace again, heavy sighs falling from his lips.

“tell me when your going to come, yuuji, okay?”

the younger male gave him a hasty nod and a grunt of confirmation, a couple beads of sweat rolling down his brow bone. he might have been able to last a little longer if it weren’t for your sudden orgasm ripping through your body — your warm walls contracting against his cock and gorgeous mewls leaking from your lips. he was lucky if he lasted another thirty seconds after that, whining a strangled, “now,” as he removed himself from your cavern and let ropes of white fly across your abdomen.

satoru ensured his release occurred at the same time, letting out a deep groan as he sprayed his seed all over your chest and face. globs of white coated your skin from multiple directions, leaving you sticky and tired with nothing but heavy pants audible from around you.

after he recovered from his climax, satoru instructed yuuji to follow him to the bathroom — handing him a wet, soapy towel as well as a dry one, “never forget to clean up afterwards”.

yuuji took every piece of advice seriously, cleaning up your body with the soapy cloth and then drying you off with the other one. as he finished dabbing your skin dry, satoru undid your shackles and let your wrists fall back to your sides.

you curled your shaky legs into your chest, a soft smile on your face as you looked at yuuji, “we might have to invite him over more often, satoru”.

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toorusproblems · 3 years

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like bunnies

pairing: dom!mammon x f!reader

cw: nsfw, light pet play, semi-public sex, “bunny” as a nickname, fingering, mild finger sucking, vaginal penetration (let me know if i need to tag smth else as a cw!)

wc: 1.2k

in which mammon doesn’t want mc to take off her bunny girl costume just yet

it’s been a long day working at the spontaneous bunny café diavolo had set up. so there were no complaints when the day was finally called as over, and you and the brothers were allowed to take turns in the storage room to change out of your tight uniforms.

“i’m beat.” mammon states simply, taking off the vest and ears of his bunny boy uniform. he ruffles his hair to return it to it’s original position before the ears messed it up.

“i mean, it was hard work and all, but don’t you think it was at least a little fun?” you reach up to the cubby in which mammon’s everyday clothes rest. you have to stand on your tippy toes to reach it, but once you land your hands on his jacket, you offer the clothes to the demon with a grin. nodding as thanks, he takes his t-shirt and jacket from you.

“i guess so,” he sighs, “after all, i got to see ya runnin’ around in that lil costume of yours.” a visible blush creeps onto his face at his own words. adorable, you think, despite the heat the runs to your own face.

you now move to unbutton your own blazer vest, only to be stopped by mammon’s hand flying out to prevent yours from moving. you shoot him a curious look.

“ya know how fuckin’ sexy ya look in that, mc? watching ya bend over in that tiny skirt all day did something to me, lemme tell ya,” he covers his rapidly heating cheeks with the back of his free hand “wanna see that for myself. just for me.”

your mouth falls open as you understand his motives. mind wandering, your thighs press together.

mammon takes notice of your actions. sudden confidence now floods through his veins knowing that you want him too.

“is my lil bunny girl in heat? well, we’ve spent the whole day dressed as bunnies,” he moves so that his hot breath fans over the crook of your neck “why don’t we fuck like some too?”

his lewd words have you squeezing your eyes shut. a small whine slipping out through your lips.

“please... need you...” you grip onto his shoulders, wrapping a leg around his waist to bring him closer to your body.

mammon hums, trailing his fingers down beneath the short black skirt you’re wearing. you take in a sharp breath at the warmth of his fingers brushing against your panties. he caresses your cunt slowly, studying your expression.

“mammon,” you whine, “you can’t just say all that just to tease me!”

“the great mammon can do whatever he wants! especially with his cute bunny~”

mammon pushes your panties to the side and goes to circle your clit, giggling at the feeling of just how wet you are for him. it swells his pride—and his dick—to get the physical confirmation that he makes you feel so good. as the avatar of greed, it’s only natural that he’s greedy for your pleasure as well.

as he inserts two of his long fingers into you, you bare your teeth and groan right into his ear, earning you a groan right back. he pumps them across your soft walls and you can feel every millimetre of his skin inside you.

your own hands find solace in his messy white locks, tugging slightly once the demon begins curling his digits to hit the soft spot that makes you cream so prettily around him every time without fail.

“please, i need you, i can take it,” you garble “please, please, please, mammon!”

“mmh, m’needy lil bunny needs the great mammon to fill ‘er up?” he smirks, curling his fingers even faster.

you nod as quickly and as clearly as you can through your haze.

“words, bunny.”

“yes! please stuff me full!” you plead.

“atta girl.” he coos.

he removes his fingers from you, watching in awe as your cunt clenches around nothing but air, desperate for some kind of contact. he places his pretty, slick-coated fingers on your bottom lip, a silent question that you always know the answer to.

you take mammon’s fingers into your mouth, eagerly cleaning off your juices from them as his free hand works at unbuttoning his own jeans. he practically throws his jeans and black boxers down his legs, his cock springing up and slapping his torso.

he picks both of your legs up, wrapping them around his waist. you’re pressed to the wall of the storage room with mammon’s strength, one of his hands gripping your waist and the other pumping his sizable cock.

“you ready?” he asks for permission after lining himself up, to which you hum in confirmation. not needing to hear another word, mammon carefully works the creaming head of his cock into your pussy.

“fuck, bunny” he curses, looking down to watch how you take more and more of him.

with his whole cock finally inside, you throw your head back onto the wall, the rabbit ears on the top of your head hitting the painted brick as you do so.

he begins thrusting slowly, driving you insane with every roll of his hips against you. already mammon can see the translucent white ring of your arousal around the base of his hard cock. as much as he absolutely adores how sexy you look in your uniform, admittedly he misses the sight of your pretty tits bouncing in his face in time with his thrusts. but it hardly matters with how tight you’re squeezing him, milking his cock with your cunt.

mammon speeds up his hips, pistoning into you in hopes he can get you to your high faster, in hopes he can see you fall apart all over him. it’s an addicting sight to him, he can never get enough of you.

and it works, the friction of his thick cock against your sensitive walls is almost suffocating with how good it feels.

“c'mon babe, ya gonna gonna cum for me? ya gonna give me that?” the hand not holding an iron grip on your waist moves to rub your clit.

it’s definitely on its way. the feeling of your lower stomach tensing up and your cunt leaking so lewdly all over him is too much to ignore even if you wanted to.

you manage to make a whining sound that sounds somewhat like a confirmation, mumbling out “m’gonna make a mess!” just as you feel the dam break inside you. your squirt comes out in gushes, soaking the bottom of your boyfriend’s t-shirt.

the feeling of your cunny spasming around him mixed with the sight of you gushing all over him sends mammon over into his own high. he holds you as tightly as he can, both arms wrapped around you as he releases his searing hot cum into your womb with a high-pitched groan.

“my treasure. m’beautiful treasure.”

#i’m literally at my uncles rn #and wrote this bc i was bored </3 #zap⚡️ is typing...#mammons.⚡️#obey me x reader #obey me x mc #obey me smut #obey me x reader smut #obey me swd #obey me x mc smut #mammon x reader #mammon x mc #mammon x reader smut #mammon smut #mammon x mc smut

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nocturnalazura · 3 years

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A Sudden Need

Todoroki x Fem Reader 18+ Minor Do Not Interact. (Unedited)

wc: 1.8k

Warnings: Fingering, cream pie, Breeding kink

Anon requested : Can I request a fic or something of Todoroki where he has a breeding kink, or Shower sex/Car sex with reader?

It’s been a long stressful day and right now nothing seems better than standing in a hot shower. Stepping into the steaming shower you let out a small groan as hot water pours over your sore body. Steam fills the room as you reach for your favorite shampoo to finally wash the day off of you. Massaging at your scalp softly you hum happily at the feeling and scent surrounding you. Turning to face the warm stream you work on rinsing out the suds. While you work on carefully rinsing your hair you’re unaware of the shower door slowly sliding open and someone stepping in behind you. Fear shoots through your body as soft large hands rest on your hips. Your muscles automatically tense at the feeling of a body slowly pressing against you.

“Relax love, it's just me.” Comes Shoto’s low calm voice. “Is it ok if I join you?”

“Shoto.” You sigh in relief relaxing back into his hold. “Seems like you’ve already joined me so might as well stay.”

You hear him let out a small huff of laughter as he lets his arms slide around your waist pulling you fully into his chest. Shifting the two of you forward he allows water to pour over the both of you. It’s times like this that make you thankful for his incessant need for an overly fancy rain shower head. The large shower head easily drenched the two of you in a peaceful shower.

The pressure and feel of Shoto against you releases all the tension in your body. You lay back against his chest allowing him to hold up the majority of your weight. Unwrapping himself from you to reach over and grasp your favorite body wash Squeezing out a small dollop he lathers it between his hands before working over your body. Large soapy hands glide delicately over you, officially washing your stressful day away. Strong fingers gently dig into your muscles as he moves across your body, sinking into your hips and arms as he goes.

You sigh happily as he palms your breasts, the pads of his fingers trace little circles around your quickly hardening nipples. Your head falls back against his shoulder, allowing the water to pour across your face as Shoto languidly tuggs and twists at your nipples. Pressing back into him you feel him rest against your lower back, hot and hard.

“Y/n? Can I have you?” Murmurs Shoto.

“Mm of course Shoto. I’m all yours.” You sigh, wrapping an arm around his neck to tangle a hand in his hair. One of his hands immediately drops between your legs cupping your cunt and pressing his middle finger between your folds.

“Good girl, already ready for me.”

“You expect me to not be ready when you’ve been feeling me up and I can feel this press up against me.” You giggle softly, reaching your free hand behind you to grasp him.

“Shit, don’t love. Let me take care of you.”

Nodding you let go of him and let your arm join the other one around his neck. Once you’ve settled, Shoto sinks two fingers into your slick entrance. The hand on your chest holds you tight against him as you lurch forward at the sudden stretch. You tug at his hair with one hand while the other hand's nails bite into the skin of his neck as you attempt to adjust to the sudden stretch of thick fingers. Grabbing your face Shoto forces you to turn your head allowing him to press his lips to yours effectively silencing the helpless whines you let out. The heel of his palm grinds into your clit as he carefully thrusts and scissors his finger inside of you.

“I’ve been carving the shape of my cock into you for years but you’re still so tight, love. You have to relax for me.” Whispers Shoto. You let out a pathetic moan as he works his hand against you faster, clearly eager for you to give him the go ahead. You can feel the eager twitch of his cock from where it’s pressed against your lower back.

“Shoto ‘m ready, please” you mewl into his neck.

“Good girl, turn around for me.” He whispers as he pulls his hands away from you.

Shoto carefully guides you to turn around before reaching up to change the angle of the shower head to face closer to the shower wall. Hands grip your waist turning the two of you quickly, you let out a shocked squeal when he pushes you backwards into the cold tile. Shoto quickly leans down, sealing his lips against yours as he grips your thighs, easily lifting you. Your legs wrap around his waist as your hands quickly grab his shoulders to steady yourself. His hips easily slot between yours allowing his hardened cock to slide effortlessly between your slick folds. The tip nudges at your sensitive clit as he ruts against you.

“You’re mine right love?” Grunts Shoto as he shifts to press himself into you. He leans against you pressing you firmly against the cool tile of the shower wall as your grip on his shoulders tightens as he sheathes himself within you, forcing all the air from your lungs as he bottoms out in one go. “I can take and give you whatever I want right?”

“YO-ours! Oh god yes ‘m yours Shoto. Whatever you want.”

You struggle to regain your breath as Shoto immediately builds a quick pace giving you no time to adjust. Forcing your eyes to focus you finally take a good look at him, his pupils blown impossibly wide, his mouth falls open as he pants heavily before pushing his head into the crook of your neck to mouth at the wet skin. His teeth sink into the soft skin of your neck while his fingers dig into your thighs, sure to leave bruises. The warm water falls over the two of you helping to create a loud wet slap of skin that easily covers up Shoto murmuring soft words into your neck.

“Sho, c-can’t hear you.” You struggle to get out. Adjusting his stance and grip on you he shoves you up the wall a little pulling his head away from your neck.

“Gotta fill you up.” He pants out, eyes hooded and hazy as he rests his forehead against yours. “Want to, to fucking see you full.”

You manage to let out a half conscious hum as the heat from the shower fills the room forcing you into a minor fog.

“Wanna see you full, round ‘n cute.”

He gives no chance to reply before he starts pistoning his hips into yours again. The new angle has the blunt tip of his cock pressing into that little spot inside of you with every thrust. His lips slam into yours, pressing the tip of his tongue into your slightly open mouth coaxing it open further. Letting his tongue press into yours you allow him to pant and groan against you. It’s different, he’s louder than usual today like he needs this, like he’s been craving this moment.

“Please love, wanna make you really mine.” His voice comes out strangled and forced as he continues to split you open with his cock. “Want you to make me a daddy.”

Shifting his hips again he snaps his hips into your faster. You whine loudly every time his tip hits against your cervix eyes going unfocused as pleasure courses through your body. Frantic thrusts mix with a slow grind allowing your clit to catch and press against him edging you closer and closer to your end.

“Wanna watch you swell so beautiful and round with my baby, everyone will know that you’re mine. Need everyone to know that you’re mine, that I’m the one that put it there.” He mutters again, giving you an almost pleading look as his hip barrel into yours. “Please love, can I?”

You’re briefly stunned by his all to honest confession. Looking up at him you take in his disheveled form, the water pouring over him plasters his hair to his face covering a portion of his eyes. Wrapping one around his shoulders a little tighter you let the other hand carefully push his hair out of his face. Admiring the soft blush the dusts itself across his checks, you can’t help the little smile that crosses your face as he lets his head lean ever so slightly into your palm.

“Please love, need to fill you.”Shoto almost whimpers.

All you can do is nod as his hips grind against yours again, stealing your breath away once more. Shoto’s eyes widen at your agreement, he lets out a low grunt before leaning into you and kissing you as he works to get you both to your ends. You moan helplessly into his mouth as he grabs onto you harder, doing his best to force his cock as far into you as possible. Your head tilts back smacking into the hard tile wall as you moan long and loud.

“C’mon, I can feel it love fuck please cum for me.”

“Shoto, oh god!” You scream out as you finally crash over the edge, walls flutter around him. The quiet whine in Shoto’s voice easily helps to pull you over.

“That’s it, good girl, ‘m gonna fill you up so nice love. Gonna make sure you’re nice and full, carrying my baby.” Grunts Shoto, burying his face in your neck again. “So good, can’t wait to watch you waddle around.”

His hips begin to lose their rhythm as he nears his end. You feel his muscles tense and begin to shake as his hips slam into yours with a final hard thrust. Shoto lets out a ragged moan as he grinds up into you letting a heavy flood of cum fill you. His hips push up into you giving shallow thrusts as does his best to fuck more of his cum into your welcoming cunt. When he finally stops moving he shifts away from the wall slightly, turning with you still in his arms he lets himself slide down the wall with you now seated in his lap. He rests his head against the tile still panting slightly as you lay against him. Neither one of you makes a movement to leave the warm stream of water that beats down on you.

“Shoto, the water’s starting to get cold.” You whisper while sitting up to look at him. Peeking an eye open at you he nods before easing you off his lap and reaching up to turn the water off. “Come on, we gotta get out.”

He stands up, stepping out of the shower to wrap a towel around his waist before grabbing a second one and helping you up to wrap it around you.

“Are you alright?” He asks timidly.

“I’m fine. Just hungry and wet. Can we dry off and order dinner?”

“Of course love anything for you.” He smiles down at you ushering you out of the fogged up bathroom.

#todoroki x reader #todoroki shoto #todoroki shoto smut #mha smut #mha x y/n #bnha todoroki #todoroki shouto #bnha shoto todoroki #todoroki smut #bnhacity #tw.breeding

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sapphicwhxre · 3 years

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behind closed doors

♡ pairing: harry potter x reader x ginny weasley

♡ summary: ginny wants to add a third person to her sex life with harry and you make them both glad he said yes.

♡ requested: yes | no

♡ warnings: oh my god it's FILTH ─ swearing, threesome smut, oral sex (female & male receiving), face fucking, fingering, vaginal sex, praise/possession kink, scissoring, overstimulation, nipple play/praise, cum slut stuff but i got no clue what to tag that as. also i didn’t proofread or edit because if i reread any of this shit i know it won’t get posted LMAO

it was funny, really.

everyone thought the chosen one was this awkward, inexperienced git when it came to sex. and they all thought the youngest and only girl of the weasleys must be this pure little princess. but, they were oh so wrong and you knew that first hand.

you knew because harry was almost at his breaking point. he didn’t think there was anything as precious or plain sexy as ginevra weasley but merlin, did she have some odd kinks. he’d do them all for her, even enjoyed some of them. but this one had harry redder than dragon breath.

“ginny, i don’t want another guy with his hands on you when we’re being intimate!”

finally snapping, harry was flushed and frustrated. it was the second time ginny had brought up the possibility of bringing another person into their bedroom and harry did not see the appeal. the weasley girl perked an eyebrow, however, and laughed.

“who said anything about a guy, dear?” ginny toyed with a charm on the bracelet you’d given her and shook her head. “you know my friend, y/n, don’t you?”

the boy’s eyes widened behind his glasses and his mouth went a bit dry. “yes,” was all he managed, trying to remember what house you were even in. what he did remember was that you were quite the sight to look at.

ginny grabbed harry's hand, “we had a bit of a thing before you and i. she’s a fun person, she’d do it without any strings attached.”

how had harry had no idea that his girlfriend had been sleeping with y/n? and why did the idea of letting her into the equation arouse him so much? although surprised that ginny felt absolutely no jealousy or even batted an eye at the situation, he found himself grinning when ginny did at his sudden nod.

this was how you’d ended up with harry potter’s cock buried in your pussy while your face was in ginny’s. and right now, it wasn’t very funny at all. what it was fell under the category of fucking like heaven.

“oh, good girl, just like that, y/n!”

ginny moaned with her head thrown back. her eyes were rolling back into her head with every moan she heard from her boyfriend paired with the warm vibrations of yours meeting her pussy. “look so pretty, taking harry’s cock for us,” you responded to her dirty praise by a finger into her dripping cunt, your tongue still assaulting her folds and your ass in the air. she moaned even louder and barely made eye contact with harry, who was still thrusting into your clenching walls. “so good, y/n... blimey, gin, she’s so tight,”

“and ours,” the panting girl added, her hands now gripping your hair messily. “our pretty little slut, in’t that right, harry?” he agreed with a rather distracted grunt but ginny was too occupied to respond, screaming as you put your fingers as deep into her as you could, curling and pumping while your tongue kept adoring her clit. “oh, y/n, y/n, y/n,” it was impossible at this point to tell whose moans were whose and who was saying your name louder, but either way it was addicting.

“f-fuck!” you babbled incoherently, harry and ginny's names both getting lost on the way out of your mouth. harry burst into you with a final, shallow thrust, moaning like a porn star. your orgasm clenched your stomach and your walls tightened around harry’s dick while you came, the white liquid seeping out into ginny’s view. your breathy moan was hot on ginny’s throbbing pink pussy and the sight made her want to come, hard. you took your fingers away and instantly replaced them with your tongue. gripping her thighs tightly, you let all of her sweet cum enter your mouth and drip down your chin eagerly.

“oh, that’s a good girl,” ginny was breathing fast and giving both of you a toothy grin ─ one which you and harry returned. “how hot does she look, harry?”

“so hot,” harry gasped, forehead sweaty and cheeks flushed red. “so hot covered in our cum, she knows that, doesn’t she?”

nodding and flustered, you tried to gather yourself after being fucked and fucking ginny at the same time but you were flipped onto your back. a loud yelp caught both ginny and harry and they both wore different smirks on their face. harry's said he was nothing short of loving the experience and ginny was thinking of ways to make it better for the former... and herself.

“open,” she commanded, biting her bottom lip with the cockiest look on her face. without any hesitation, you spread your legs as wide as you could to let ginny do whatever she wanted with you. “good little girl, you’ll be rewarded,” she hummed and you were desperate to be touched again. “but first ‘m gonna let harry have a bit more fun, show him just how good you are with that pretty mouth.”

the messy haired boy was already pumping up and down his shaft, tip as pink as his cheeks. “open?” harry’s request was softer but in some way, just as sexy as ginny’s. you parted your lips just enough to take his tip between them and sucked softly, eyes intent on harry while you did so. his were already scrunched in need and you made your way down, cum covered lips and saliva wetting his dick for you to suck him better. with hollowed cheeks, you bobbed up and down on his length, feeling more and more satisfied with his bucks hitting your throat. even gagging on his cock and nose hitting right above where he was slapping against his own skin, you moaned and sucked until ginny spit on your cunt.

“oh,” you let out muffled on harry. no longer watching you two, ginny was lowering her own pussy onto yours and the heat of both your aroused cunts felt heavenly. you whimpered with your lips around harry, tears streaming down your face, hoping to be touched by ginny. your wish was granted as you moaned muffled again and she sank onto you, using your thigh to ride your pussy. clits rubbing against one another with deliciously rough friction, cock all the way into your mouth, you saw stars. it didn’t even matter whose cum was dripping down your leg when the pleasure you felt was so mindblowing and harry was spilling his seed down your throat. “good little cum slut,” ginny rubbed your clit harshly.

“ginny, this is so good,” you groaned, on the verge of a sob, “but ‘m too sensitive, just let me please you guys,”

as if you’d told a funny joke, she laughed and turned to harry. “your turn baby, i want that pretty, pretty mouth back between my legs now that she’s all swollen and sexy,”

“poor thing,” harry chuckled at your scream when he attached his mouth to your soaked and abused pussy. his hands yanked you by the ass and he ate you out like you were a fucking pumpkin pasty. ginny lowered to sit this time on your mouth, facing harry’s buried head. whimpering almost pitifully, though extremely sexy to the couple you were pleasing, your tongue took messy movements to ginny’s pussy.

she was so wet that it didn't matter how out of it the sensations had you, your open mouth on her core was enough to have ginny spitting moan after moan. “cum now, y/n, i know you’ve got another one left in you,” harry cooed. you couldn’t even object with your mouth so preoccupied and all coherent thoughts being smashed by harry’s tongue fucking your hole. “that's it,” his teeth grazed you while you came and your sob on ginny’s pussy sent her to the very edge of her orgasm.

right then and there, she could have orgasmed all over your flushed face but she held on and took her pale fingers to your breasts. “i think she’s got one more in her harry, fuck her one more time,” she purred, hips bucking on your lips. the strangled moan you exhaled made harry beam while he prepared to enter you again. “you love it, don't you?” your mouth tasting between ginny’s slick folds wouldn’t let you scream his name, but you desperately wanted to when harry pushed all of his inches into you. “being just a pretty cum slut?”

in only a minute, ginny’s release washed over your face and flooded your senses. all you tasted was the last ginny had before she collpased beside you, panting heavily. she watched as harry kept fucking you like you were theirs. “pretty tits bouncing, shame we didn't give ‘em too much attention,” she chirped. your teary eyes widened, you weren’t sure if you could take ginny touching your breasts on top of harry pounding into you. but you desperately wanted to.

it must have showed in your eyes, or admittedly, in ginny’s desire because she wrapped her lips around one of your nipples and pinched the other one before switching to soft flicking. “so tasty,” she alternated, praising both your tits with her skilled fingers and warm mouth. about to coax you into your orgasm, you finished loudly and harry let himself release the second that you did. pulling out, he found his way next to ginny and wrapped his hands around her waist while she focused on your tits, tired yet euphoric. “aren’t they perfect?” ginny hummed contently and released them, and harry stroked your hair and ginny's.

“y’know, perfect’s just one word i’d use for this.”

the lovely filth of having the wild versions of harry potter and ginny weasley all to yourself were some of your best nights, you often thought. though you supposed deep down that they were the ones who had you to themselves, you didn’t care. what mattered much more was that you ─ and certainly ginny and harry ─ were quite glad that you were their good, little slut.

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shootybangbang · 3 years

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Can i request an Arthur/sadistic female reader please？i really want to see him all messed up because of...you know🥺

(btw, pls check out the requester's art. her arthur content is 😩👌)

[Oneshot]: In which you still don't know how to tie an overhand knot

[Rating]: Explicit

[Note]: this is so fucking horny that i feel i have to apologize in advance. unedited and a little rough around the edges, feel free to point out errors or give criticism

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“Huh,” you muse aloud. “Looks like the gallery’s putting up a new exhibition this weekend.”

With one hand, you spread the newspaper across the bed and skip to page three. With the other, you continue to stroke Arthur’s cock, twisting your wrist a little to smooth your palm against its dripping tip. The man himself groans as you touch him, and the frame of his body trembles beneath where you’ve straddled yourself over his thighs.

His breaths are quickening again. “Please,” Arthur rasps, his voice hoarse with exertion and desperation alike. You indulge him with another slow, teasing pump of your fist as you continue to pick through the St Denis Tribune, humming thoughtfully as you peruse the newspaper’s Arts and Entertainment section.

“I’m beggin’ you, girl.” He sounds as though he’s teetering on the very edge of agony and ecstasy, and venturing perilously close to the latter. “C’mon. Please.”

“Looks like it’s mostly Impressionists this time. Let’s see here… a selection of Seurats and Monets… a couple Renoirs… oh, some Degas too?” With a mild expression that belies the depth of torture you’ve been putting him through, you slow your hand to a stop. He makes a choked, unhappy noise in the back of his throat that you heartily ignore. “That’s pretty bold of them, considering the reception they gave that Chatenay fellow you told me about.”

Growling, Arthur starts fumbling with the (admittedly badly tied) restraints securing his arms behind his back, twisting his wrists in an attempt to find a loose end.

“Easy there.” You run the pad of your thumb along the ridge delineating the head of his cock, slicking against the precum beaded at its tip. “I’ll give you what you want soon enough.”

“Been hearin’ you say that for almost half an hour now,” he replies, glaring. “You enjoyin’ yourself?”

“Immensely.”

“Better savor it while you can, because I promise you — I’m gonna remember this the next time I get you beneath me.”

You laugh. “Oh yeah? What‘re you gonna do then?”

“Untie me and I’ll show you,” he says.

“No,” you reply with a beatific smile.

He narrows his eyes and lowers his voice to something smooth and dangerous: the sort of tone you’ve known him to use for threats he actually intends to follow through on. “When it’s my turn,” he says. “I ain’t gonna tie you up. Won’t need to. Because with you, all I need is my hands.”

A shiver runs down your spine. The man’s wrists may be bound, but you’re still very much at his mercy. In all actuality, your authority here amounts to only a length of rope and his own good humor.

You let out a soft, involuntary whimper at the very thought of it.

“Gonna pin you down when I fuck you,” he continues. He’s smirking now, clearly enjoying the demonstrable effect his words have on you. “Lay you down on your stomach and keep you under me, where you belong.”

You’re half-tempted to loose the rope and let him do just that. Instead, you grab the hem of your shift with both hands and pull the garment over your head in a single fluid motion. It’s 1899, after all. High time for a woman to take charge of her own pleasure.

The dim glow of the oil lamp bathes your bare skin in a wash of gold and amber as you settle yourself against him, pressing the wet line of your slit along the length of his cock. “Go on,” you tell him. “What else?”

Arthur swallows hard and licks his lips, then draws in a sharp intake of breath as you roll your hips forward — just a brief stir of movement, but more than enough to make him twitch beneath you. “Drive you to the brink the same way you’re doin’ to me now,” he says weakly. “Take my time with you, nice and slow. Make you really beg for it.”

“Mm-hmm.” Another roll of your hips, this time with just enough pressure to grant him a touch of warmth.

Finally, he breaks. And it’s truly a sight to behold: Arthur Morgan, a man who you’d thought would break your spine like a toothpick the first time you’d met, openly begging for the simple privilege of being allowed between your thighs.

“God, please,” he groans. “You can’t do this to me. Can’t let me feel how wet you are and just leave me like this.”

“Of course I can.” You relent. “But I won’t. So be a good boy and stay still for me, alright?”

His cock weighs heavy in your hand as you guide him between your thighs. Arthur lets out a harsh gasp and instinctively thrusts upwards — but you immediately withdraw, and he finds nothing but the cruel emptiness of absence waiting to receive him.

“Thought I told you to stay still,” you repeat sternly.

He nods with the frantic desperation of a badly-trained dog begging for a meal. Hungry and eager, but standing to attention with as much obedience he can muster. Which isn’t much, even on the best of days, but he is trying. And for that, he deserves something in return.

You take him in slowly, both out of principle and necessity. Just a taste of him first, then the gradual descent, a long and drawn out consumption that he has barely the means to endure.

His gaze still hasn’t left you. There is an intensity in it that once might have frightened you, an azure bright as broken glass and twice as sharp. The purity of emotion in them strikes you to the bone, makes your throat tighten and your dominance waver — there is a depth of devotion there that borders on the absolute.

When you move against him, he squeezes his eyes shut against the sheer force of sensation that floods through. Arthur makes a low, pained noise in the back of his throat and confesses, “I ain’t gonna last long.”

You lean forward and kiss him, then start a slow, rocking motion with your hips that spurs him to whimper your name against your lips, a small cry of warning before you feel the first twitches of his cock. Arthur bucks up once, twice, then shudders beneath you as his seed pulses deep, blooms hot and slick inside your core.

“Goddammit,” he hisses. “Didn’t think I’d— ah, fuck…”

You ride on, grinding through the last, weakening throbs of his orgasm and until he lets out a final, heavy sigh. Arthur regards you with loose-limbed exhaustion, lolling his head against your pillows as he flashes you a drained, weary grin. “Alright,” he says. “Untie me and get up here so I can—”

“No need,” you say brightly, then lift your hips in a brief mockery of release before sheathing him again and sending him reeling into oversensitivity.

Arthur’s eyes roll back in his head. “Jesus fucking Christ,” he gasps, wincing. “What’re you—”

“Too much?”

“Didn’t say that,” he says. His jaw is clenched tight and his voice is faint, but the look on his face is one of stubborn determination.

You test him with another slow, sinuous slide of your hips. This time, he meets you with a shallow thrust of his own. He’s breathing hard, each exhale shivery with exertion. “Keep goin’,” he urges. “I can take it.”

The added lubrication of his come eases the friction of him, soothes the inevitable ache of penetration. You settle for an unhurried, leisurely rhythm that allows you to fully appreciate the slickness of each stroke, the accompanying warmth of his seed still spread through your core.

Arthur’s gaze darts downwards to the base of his shaft, where the drip of his come has begun to pool. “Beautiful,” he murmurs. “Just beautiful.”

He snakes his right arm free from his bonds and abruptly flips you onto your back with a well-timed shove.

“What— how did you…?”

“Sweetheart,” Arthur says, his voice warm and affectionately condescending. “You still can’t tie an overhand knot for shit.”

“But I double-checked this time!”

“Not very well, apparently.” He hitches your thighs around his waist and cages you in beneath him, then lowers his mouth to the slope of your neck. A brief, gentle nip — not hard enough to hurt, but more than enough to convey his renewed authority. “God, but you’re a greedy little thing, ain’t you?” he growls against your skin. “Just one load of my spend ain’t enough?”

“Thought you’d appreciate the challenge, since you’re always so— oh, shit,” you gasp, clutching at his shoulders when he drives himself downwards with a sharp, savage thrust.

“Go on.” Arthur says. He’s panting now, his dark blond hair slicked against his forehead with sweat. “Weren’t you sayin’ somethin’ about me?”

You let out an indecipherable whine that bears only a passing resemblance to human language.

“My poor girl,” he murmurs, low and tender. Arthur cups the side of your face against his palm and traces his thumb over your cheekbone, then presses a chaste kiss to your brow. “Can’t even talk right when I’m fucking her proper.”

He’ll no doubt be insufferably smug about this later, but you can’t quite bring yourself to care, distracted as you are by the view of him rutting against you, his shaft still streaked with his previous release. He’s fucking his own come back into me, you think to yourself, and that thought alone blinds out all else and leaves you blank with pleasure.

Arthur takes you hard and fast. Far rougher than his usual handling, which can sometimes be almost excruciatingly cautious. He kisses you clumsily, then lowers his mouth to the junction of your neck and shoulder, sucking and biting until the first, faint traces of tomorrow’s bruises begin to darken.

And with this, it’s not long before the first delirious ripples of your own orgasm begin to crest.

Every muscle drawn and tensed, dissolving into an inward ache of arousal that spurs you to grip him tight and whimper, eyelids fluttering as you struggle to keep his face in view. With a fierce satisfaction, you savor the sudden weakness in his expression when he feels you contract against him, then his harsh groan and the stutter of his hips as he follows, spilling what seed he has left.

Arthur keeps himself hilted until the very last shivers of exhilaration fade, then pulls away with a reluctance usually reserved for long farewells. The overflow of his come is thick and heavy as it drips from between your thighs, and the look on his face as he beholds it is one of tired appreciation.

Then he flops onto his side, totally spent. “You’re a real demon,” he sighs. “You know that?”

“A real demon would go for round three,” you reply faintly, staring dreamy-eyed up at the ceiling.

Arthur groans at the mere suggestion of it. “I think that’d actually kill me.”

When you curl up against him, he automatically throws an arm over your side, the action at this point an instinct secondary only to breathing, and brushes his mouth over the back of your neck.

As you ebb towards sleep, you murmur as an afterthought, “Didn’t you say you were gonna make me beg?”

He lets out a weary chuckle. “Well,” he says, “There’s always tomorrow.”

#arthur morgan #arthur morgan/reader #arthur morgan/oc #rdr2 #red dead redemption #fic #smut #my work #this makes my kinks so apparent that i want to crawl into a hole and die #sorry for being gross :’^)

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zukuist · 3 years

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in the moment [hcs]

“they are desperate for help when admirers swarm them, and they choose to seek for your assistance”

fandom/s : 僕のヘロアカデミア // boku no hero academia (bnha)

includes: h. shinsō, k. bakugō, i. midoriya

your name is shortened to y/n, last name is shortened to l/n gender neutral, use of the pretend lover trope, they’re actually pining.

further note: yes i’ve been gone for more than a week, and yes it’s because of school. i promise i’ll be posting more!!

REQUESTS ;; OPEN !!

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shinsō hitoshi

finds it super annoying

and this is coming from him, someone that’s not easy to irritate

he’s conscious and aware that people find him attractive (which for some reason, he still questions why)

eventually, admirers are bound to appear like it or not, but they’re not this insistent as this girl, nope.

shinsō has never experienced something like this, in his entire life.

noriko was a familiar face, but not in the best way for shinsō hitoshi.

she used to be one of those girls that’d band wagon with her opinions. whenever people were hostile towards him

she would be hostile too

but as soon as everyone started finding him attractive, she’d change too.

and it’s.. a mess. what more when he himself is pining on someone that’s not noriko

let alone, a student from class 1-A?

and it’s not like he could brainwash her into leaving him alone

as soon as she would be released by his quirk, she’d tell everyone what he did. therefore, leaving that out of the many solutions

and now he’s backed up into a corner, with her chasing him all across the hallways.

he can only hope for a solution.

— scene —

“this is ridiculous..” taking another turn in the hallway, shinsō mutters to himself quietly, the sleep deprived student can still hear her shrill voice

and by ‘her’, he’s referring to the admirer that has been tailing him down ever since the day had started.

“there are times like this where i wished i didn’t care about looking villainous” is what he’s really thinking. damn quirk stereotypes, and curse him for not having a quirk like iida tenya

“what.. are you doing?” was he lucky, or unlucky? it just so happened to be that he bumped into y/n l/n, out of all people

“i’m in a bit of a situation,” his palm rests against his nape, and he has to hope that you get the message, when noriko’s nearly deafening voice cuts through the air

“you’re quite popular with the ladies, huh?” you joke, and shinsō would’ve laughed if he wasn’t being trailed down.

“as much as i—”

“there you are !” noriko exclaims, slightly out of breath from the insistent chase, “you still haven’t answered !”

“i have, and i said no.” he makes his intentions concrete, compared to earlier (which was a mistake) when he rejected her in the nicest way he could’ve done so, but it wasn’t enough to make her quit.

“well earlier, you’ve said you appreciated it !” the whine pains both of your ears, and you contemplate if you should just grab his hand, and make a run for it.

but, she’d just chase you down again. so maybe not.

“yes, but i also said i can’t accept your feelings.” in instinct, he backs up so he could stand next to you, and he looks at you with his own style of desperation, which was obviously different than noriko’s desperation.

“i happen to be taken.” shinsō claims, hooking his hand along yours. which might’ve been done because he’s desperate, but could’ve been done because he wanted to

getting the motive, you lock away your shock, and play along, accepting his touch.

“i don’t believe you.” noriko blurts, “you two look like best friends more than anything. i’m not stupid !”

you didn’t think it would have to resort to this.

with not much of a thought, you grabbed shinsō by the collar, and smashed your lips together. his lips are warmer than you’ve anticipated, the distinct taste of coffee makes you lean into him further. while at first taken aback, shinsō decides to accept the act by pushing you even closer to him

you let go, deciding it was enough, and when you stare back at noriko, tears dotting at her waterline, and she sputters in humiliation and rejection.

“i never liked you anyway !” she uses as a defense, before storming off. the both of you feel a sense of relief when her figure turns at the end of the hallway

“sorry for kissing you like that. it was kind of in the moment,”

shinsō chuckles, “didn’t expect our first kiss to be like that.”

“well, there are more opportunities to come for you, you’re quite popular.” you tease, and shinsō flicks your forehead in retaliation. in return, you hiss at the sudden sting of pain.

“we’ll have more opportunities when i take you out for lunch on saturday.” he pats you on the shoulder, before he presses a quick real kiss on your cheekbone.

bakugō katsuki

also finds it super annoying. actually, he might as well just fight them and move on.

bakugō knows it well that he’s.. well-known, for all the right and wrong reasons

but what he doesn’t know is that he’s also known for his good looks, rough and boyish in nature.

so eventually, there’ll be that one brave and fearless soul that’ll take one for the team. or even two, or three.

he hates it. doesn’t his aura and demeanor alone scare off all of the suitors?

since when were they super persistent, smh.

it didn’t help that he was trying to drown and suffocate his feelings down the pipeline.

because curse bakugō katsuki for having normal, teenage feelings. he had other important things in life, right?

but he couldn’t help but wonder if you’d ever confess to him like that

(not that it would happen any time soon. you were too busy being a tough training partner)

but everything aside, he wishes that people would just take the hint already.

because ignoring doesn’t help all the time.

the girl named fumiko would be a dreadful sight he’d be constantly reminded of.

from his shoe locker being flooded with love letters that speak nothing to him, and to the obnoxious commentary on his looks

he’d think that they were just harassing him to get a reaction, but bakugō katsuki will remain unbothered!

but he spoke too soon, because he was approached directly right after his late training session.

—scene—

bakugō hates it

he hates extras, he hates being outshined, and he hates distractions. what more was there to dislike in the world? everything clearly.

he can handle things properly, and with that tough demeanor of his, and he definitely doesn’t need a quick and easy solution, from the girl that’s glued to his side.

he told himself that a persistent extra is nothing, he can just simply ignore them and look at them, like how he always looks at useless pebbles, and they’d go away. but clearly not this girl

“get off, you fucking extra” he pushes her off, grabbing his water bottle and immediately storming off, but it doesn’t convince fumiko (he learned her name unfortuantely) to finally lay off.

“c’mon katsuki! this would’ve all been over if you just went out with me!”

bakugō can’t hide the cringe on his face, hearing his first name, ugh. he doesn’t know how she found out about his late training sessions, considering that she wasn’t in his class or class 1-b

he doubts that he’d run into anyone at this hour, they’d be all in the common room, and he did say that he wanted all of them to ‘fuck off’. but luck does work in mysterious ways.

“..what’re you doing here?” he questions, clearly surprised by your presence, and his frustration would’ve disappeared at that exact mom“dinner’s almost ready. actually, why do you look so.. alarmed? is there a villain?—”

his palms are starting to sweat, and it’s not because of his training, or because of the girl that won’t leave him alone. “no! fuck no. okay, there’s just some shitty extra that’s been following me around like some obsessed freak.”

you decide to be smug, “i knew there was going to be a brave soul out there, ready to sacrifice themselves.” you rest your hand on your left side, like it was heart warming, but the blond is not amused with your gesture.

“right, right!” you hold your hands up, surrendering. “okay, what do you want me to do?”

“just don’t say a fucking thing.” you can hear foot steps get closer and closer to the both of you, and in a hurry, he pushes you closer to him, the smell of caramel evading your senses.

before you could even say a word, he kisses you. it’s rough, and it makes you feel warm, and it’s definitely not because of his quirk, or because of the large, warm palms that rest against your sides.

you get a grip on him, holding onto his shoulder when you feel your knees buck because of the butterflies in your stomach, and it seems to get worse when bakugō holds you even tighter

“okay geez, i get it. you’re taken!” you can hear the girl exclaim in humiliation and disgust, “ugh, a guy like you wouldn’t be able to handle me anyway.”

and when she finally scurries away, the both of you break the kisses, the wind out of you being knocked out cold from his sudden act of ‘romance’

“i sorta understand the hype now.” you grin, your lips still tingle from the kiss, and you’re convinced that you want more, despite the kiss being out of spite, and for fumiko to back off.

“shut up.” you would’ve laughed at him if it was any other day, but for now, you’re left silent. your heart flutters once more, when his lips press against your cheekbone briefly.

“c’mon, idiot. we’re gonna miss dinner.”

midoriya izuku

he’s so alarmed, and honestly very scared

he wasn’t popular, or well known to begin with, and people only started treating him like he was a real person in highschool

he’s just so used to being looked at like a background character, or a npc in a video game.

so the sudden swarm of suitors, and people that want to date him shocked him to the core.

he was never treated like this in middle school, or elementary!

it flatters him, and he’s glad that people actually like him. but.. he’d never actually think about being with either of them

because they’re not you, obviously. but wait, what’s so different about you exactly?

well.. you’ve treated him with kindness, even when he looked like this.. really awkward kid that sat at the back of the classroom.

so yeah, he’d never think about accepting anyone else’s confessions, as long as they’re not you

but still, midoriya has treated all of his admirers with kindness, despite not wanting to be with any of them

knowing how it feels to be humiliated, he wouldn’t want to do that on any of them

but.. this one particular girl was one he’d never truly be comfortable with, as much as he’d like to fake it.

rieko was.. something. probably the most persistent one out of all of them.

he would’ve appreciated it, if it weren’t for the fact that she was super obnoxious to other people.

and most importantly, he didn’t understand what she’d get out of it, and it wrecked his nerves!

— scene —

standing next to you, all lined up for lunch, midoriya shifts uncomfortably as he tries his best to ignore the loud and obvious commentary that’s being directed to him.

at first, it was flattering. but now? he just wishes things would go back to the times where people had no interest in him, whatsoever.

he knows what rieko really like him for, and it’s honestly disheartening. the girl would compliment him on things like his looks, and even his new moves!

but as soon as he elaborated on how he did it, the interest would fade away from her eyes

not that it did matter though. midoriya didn’t really have any feelings for any of the people that’ve approached him, wanting to date him. he’s been kind, and they’ve been kind in return, getting the hint and backing off.

the freckled boy was flattered but, not interested

but clearly, rieko didn’t get the message, despite the way midoriya would back away uncomfortably. how he’d immediately excuse himself whenever he’d see the girl.

just.. all signs of disinterest

“go! just ask him already!” he can hear her friends encourage her, but he’s not very enthusiastic to know what they’re cheering her on for

“he won’t be able to resist! just walk right in and do it, you guys will be an attractive couple anyway!”

midoriya’s palms are shaky, and he tries his best to calm his nerves down by clenching his fists. this doesn’t go un-noticed by you.

“you okay, midoriya?” you ask, placing a comforting hand on his shoulder, and the green haired boy hopes that his cheeks aren’t turning red.

the both of you guys are awfully close! not that he’s complaining, it’s just that—

“is it about them?” you ask in a nearly quiet tone, and midoriya’s aware that you’re talking about them.

“uhm..” midoriya tries to formulate a proper answer, not wanting to sound as bothered as he actually is. how would he be able to explain this? “don’t worry about it,” midoriya reassures, “it’s just—”

“do you think that he’s dating that person? you know, the one beside them?” he hears that the topic of the conversation has shifted, and the group of girls are referring to you.

midoriya wasn’t planning on telling anyone about the dilemma. let alone his crush. it was something he was going to ignore, until the mess calmed down.

but now? you’re roped into it, and his nerves didn’t calm down at all.

“izuku dating them? no, it can’t be. he’s too good for them!”

“that’s the spirit, rieko. you should just go like.. now!”

to him, it’s the other way around. you’re too good for him, and you’re out of his league. so, this comment upsets him to all ends.

he’s pondering on what he should do, and before he could take you out of the line to get food at some other place, he feels something warm enlace his hand.

he slightly shivers when he realizes that it’s your hand he’s holding, cheeks flushed with crimson.

your eyes are ahead, a lot more composed than he is clearly, but if he looked hard enough, he could sense the nervousness in your hold.

“you wanna leave the line, izu?” his first name sounds different when you say it, and he thinks to himself that he prefers it a lot more when it comes from you

“y-yes.” and you smile, pressing your lips against his cheek quickly, before tugging his hand and pulling him out of the line, walking away from the group.

it’s a miracle that he didn’t drop onto the cafeteria’s floors.

you can feel his anxiety subsiding. despite his flushed cheeks remaining, he looks better than he did a few seconds ago, and you’re glad.

deciding the both of you were at a safe distance, you peek over your shoulder. you can see the absolute defeat on rieko’s face, and the scowl on her friends’ faces as they attempted to comfort their heartbroken friend.

“thank you, y/n.”

“no, it’s nothing, really. anyhow, what do you plan on eating for lunch?”

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lucifer-is-a-bag-of-dicks · 3 years

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what the fuck I just found this in my drafts I literally wrote this years ago, like a very significant number of years ago this is old shit

and apparently I just saved it and forgot about it??? anyway I polished it up and now it is here, I have no context and I barely even remember writing it, enjoy!

my apologies for the long post I still can't figure out how to do read mores in the app

edit: some lovely people have unformed me how to use readmores, thank you ~

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Jack was starting to wonder perhaps if he'd done something wrong.

It wasn't uncommon for him to accidentally say or do something to upset his wife or daughter, although usually when such an event occurred Maddie would glare at him to express her displeasure, and Jazz would always take the opportunity to tell him in exact detail what he'd done wrong and how to make it up to them (something he was honestly very grateful for).

It must have been something pretty bad this time, because both women wouldn't even look him in the eye.

Jack first twigged that something was off that morning during breakfast, when he sat in the empty chair by Jazz's side and gave his usual greeting, "Hey Jazzypants!"

She ignored his presence completely, steely eyes glued to the wall opposite her, they were puffy and red and Jack wondered perhaps if she'd been crying.

It had been a long time since her problems were easily pushed aside by her father's warm hugs and jovial attitude, he had stopped being able to handle a crying Jazz after she'd turned twelve and countered his attempts at humour by insisting that he 'stop trivialising her distress', whatever THAT meant.

Nevertheless, warm hugs and gentle jokes were the only method he knew and so he wrapped a comforting arm around her thin shoulders, noting that she continued to sit still as a rock, not even glancing his way as he tried to coax a smile out of her.

Jazz didn't say a word as she pushed herself away from her unfinished breakfast and left the room.

It was when he walked down to the lab intending to ask Maddie about Jazz that Jack started to suspect he may have been the one responsible, as it became apparent that the two had seemed to coordinate their punishment for whatever transgression he'd made.

"Hey Mads!" his voice boomed over the noise of his wife's current project. He strained to see through the bright light of her blow torch at the large gun-like weapon on the table. Jack whistled in appreciation is he took in the size of what he assumed was some kind of rocket launcher. "So what are we calling this one? Ooh! How about, The Fenton Spectre 'Sploder!"

Maddie's goggles made it difficult to see what expression adorned her face, but her tensed shoulders and the shaky grip on the blow torch told him that she was most certainly upset about something.

"Mads? Are you alright?" his voice quivered slightly as he took a few steps closer, seeing his wife this tense tightened a coil within his chest. Suspecting that he may be responsible added an extra weight to his stomach that he knew wasn't cause by the breakfast he'd skipped.

The light from the blow torch snapped off and Jack had to blink the bright spots it left behind from his vision, trying to peer through the blotches to find any indication that Maddie was going to acknowledge his presence. It seemed as though she'd looked his way for a moment but before his eyes could clear enough to meet hers she'd looked away again.

Jack watched, puzzled as his wife raised a hand to cover her mouth and catch the sob that ripped its way from her throat, she hadn't succeeded as the sound echoed across the lab and tore its way straight through Jack's heart, causing his eyes to sting and his throat to close up.

He reached a hand out to touch her shoulder, intent on giving her some form of comfort. He'd barely brushed it with his finger tips before Maddie stormed right past him up to the stairs, Jack had to quickly stumble backwards to avoid being trampled.

He couldn't imagine what he possibly could have done to elicit such a response from the woman he loved, but he knew for sure that he must have done something terrible for her to not seek him out for comfort like she did any other time she was upset. He just wished he could remember what.

Jack's shoulders slumped under the dim light of the glowing jars of ectoplasm lining the various counter-tops, he dry-swallowed a few times, trying to push down his confusion and distress before following his wife's light footsteps up the stairwell.

He found her in the kitchen, leaning against a counter with her goggles slung around her neck and her wild red hair loose around her head, abundant with the kinks and tangles Jack usually watched her brush out of it every morning.

"Mads?" Jack said, voice rough and quiet, "Look I... if I did something wrong I-" Jack's apology froze in his throat as Jazz poked her head through the kitchen door, eyes once again glancing right over Jack and instead locking onto her mother.

Neither woman shared a word as Jazz crossed the room and wrapped her arms around Maddie, who desperately grabbed at her daughter in return, burying her face in long red hair as violent sobs wracked her whole body.

Jack, at a loss of what else to do, wrapped his own arms around his girls. Nestling his chin on his daughters hair, he expected the annoyed scoff that Jazz usually gave him for his 'chin noogies', but it never came. Neither Fenton woman pushed him away though, so Jack considered it progress.

Finally, after an age of rocking and sobbing, Maddie's muffled words escaped through strands of Jazz's hair.

"Where is he? W-where'd he go, where'd he go?"

A deep chill coursed through Jack's veins, Danny? Had something happened to Danny? Jack pulled away, a million questions thrumming through his mind.

What happened? Was he missing? Was he hurt? Had he run away, been kidnapped, been kill- no. Jack shook his head violently, running a hand through the shorts strands of his thick hair. No he couldn't be. He couldn't be he couldn't be.

Jack's mouth was on the verge of catching up to his brain, multiple questions bubbled at his lips when he heard a voice echo down the stairs.

"Jazz?"

Jack took a steadying breath and grasped at the counter for support, relief flooding his body as his son rounded the corner and came into view. Danny was fine, Danny was safe. He had been fretting over absolutely nothing.

Then Danny's eyes locked into his.

A number of emotions flickered across his son's face, the first being a brief moment of sheer relief and delight, but it didn't last. Soon, too soon, Danny's dark brows pulled together and his lips curled sourly in confusion before a new expression swept it away. It was one Jack had never seen before.

He felt as though the air had been sucked out of the room, an icy chill prickled up his arms as the sudden wave of absolute horror overtook Danny's face. Jack couldn't tell if his son was about to break down crying or scream.

And then it was over. The tension in Jack's limbs released as Danny's face flattened into an unnaturally blank expression, he dropped his gaze and continued his way over to Maddie and Jazz. Once again it was like Jack wasn't even there.

Danny placed a hand on his mother's shoulder. "Maybe you should do another lap around town, you might find something today." he spoke softly into her frazzled hair.

Jazz looked at Danny strangely, her brother sent her back a glance that must have held some meaning because she then gripped Maddie tightly around the shoulders and led her straight out of the house, and suddenly Jack recalled that he still didn't know who it was that had gone missing.

"So... is anyone gonna tell me what's going on?" the jovial tone Jack meant to use came out flat and strained, Danny didn't look even remotely amused.

"I think you should sit down." Danny said quietly. He was no longer meeting Jack's eyes as he pulled out a chair for himself and one for his father.

Jack took the offered seat and prepared himself for the worst, obviously someone dear to Maddie and the kids had gone missing, Jack ran a list of all the people they knew, preparing himself for the worst, it was obvious Danny did not want to tell him what had happened. Perhaps whoever was missing was someone that Jack in particular had been close to? Was that the reason behind the horrified look on Danny's face? Because he'd realised he was going to have to be the one to tell him?

Something in Jack's gut told him he was on the wrong track, but try as he might he just couldn't imagine what else it could possibly be.

Jack kept his eyes on his son as the boy's thin torso straightened up in his chair and his icy blue stare bored into Jack's. Danny took a deep breath, then took several more, eventually he seemed almost ready to speak, Jack didn't rush him.

"Dad... you're dead."

#Bitter #danny phantom #lula's fanfics #jack fenton #I have zero context for this I barely even remember writing it #like this has to be 5 years old AT LEAST

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kiridarling · 3 years

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𝐃𝐄𝐍𝐊𝐈, 𝐃𝐄𝐍𝐊𝐈, 𝐃𝐄𝐍𝐊𝐈 (𝐒𝐀𝐘 𝐌𝐘 𝐍𝐀𝐌𝐄)

denki kaminari | escort!denki, f!reader, choking (m!recieving), tongue piercing, face-sitting, switchy themes, but he's on top in the end. minors dni!

— 2.4k words

"Look at you, drooling all over the pillow. I make you feel that good, Sweetheart?"

"Ever had an escort, Cutie?"

The electric blond pulls the belt to his silk robe and it runs off his shoulders like water. The diamond choker with CHARGEBOLT embezzled in gold glistens under the red lights of the private room, and you couldn't feel more out of place.

"I’m going to put this nicely," you run your lips together—as if it isn't painfully obvious, written in the way you shift from foot to foot and fiddle with your thumbs in the doorway. "I don’t want to be here."

Frankly, your friends set you up for this stupid thing. Something about you needing to get out more. If you’re going to be completely honest, you wish the owner of CLUB 777 would get off her high horse and shut this whole loud place down for good—it's disturbing your peace more than you could ever hope for it to.

Chargebolt—you assume—watches you fumble nevertheless, because fucking sue you, he’s wearing nothing but a very tight pair of tighty whities that are colored a simple black instead of white (not shorts—there’s no way in hell those are shorts). His freckled shoulders glisten gold with glittery body lotion, and part of you wonders if he tastes as good as he looks. Fuck. This.

"C'mere, Cutie," Chargebolt beckons you with a curled finger, and you finally figure fuck it. You’re already here and paid for. Once you're close enough, he pulls you down using your chin and cocks his head to the side, canary eyes flickering to your lips. He hums. "You look much better up close."

You try to repress a shiver. It doesn't really work.

"Well?" He says with a smile, "Don't you wanna kiss me?"

You gnaw on your bottom lip, eyes shooting to his. You kind of want to.

"Need me to make the first move, Gorgeous?" Chargebolt purrs, and your teeth dig deeper into your lip as you nod with a frustrated blush. He's nearly smiling against your lips anyways.

Chargebolt kisses hot and fast—lips lighting your body on fire as it sends frissons of electricity up your spine. You find the confidence to push back with something a little stronger, headier—and it has him wantonly moaning into your mouth.

"Fuck," he breathes against your lips as you pull away. You're both out of breath and you're positive you've kissed his lips deep pink, but you suppose that could be the makeup. "You're a better kisser than you look, Cutie."

You narrow your eyes. "Is that an insult?"

Chargebolt chuckles, turning to properly face you on the bed. "It's a compliment."

With that, lips hips are on you again, and so are his hands—grabbing yours to guide them over his glittering chest and to his waist, where he leaves them and flings his arms around your shoulders.

He curses when you trail wet kisses down his neck, teeth nipping in the spots that make his thighs jump. You're sure you're not allowed to leave hickeys so you don't, and it's hard not to get tipsy off the way he trembles underneath you, especially when your thumb pops under the waistband on his boxers.

"Is this—um," you swallow hard. "Is this okay?"

Chargebolt snorts, raising an eyebrow at your sudden shyness and gesturing to exactly where you both are right now and...touché.

With that, you run your hand over his slowly hardening cock through the cotton material. The electric blond nearly recoils, hissing at the sudden move.

"O-Oh," Chargebolt shudders, bucking against your hand. You muffle a grin in favor of grinding your hand a little harder, giggling at his lidded eyes and haggard breath. He pouts as you grip his hipbone to keep it from moving—you want him to take what you give him, and nothing else. "Can't you—can't you at least press a little harder?"

When you shake your head, the electric blond chucks his head back in a groan. The choker around his neck gleams under the neon red lights, which prompts you to place your hand to the back of his neck and tug. His canary eyes round and roll to the back of his head.

"I nee—Can I have you on me?"

Though you're doing all the work, his chest rises and falls with a pant. You climb into his lap with resignation and Chargebolt groans when your clothed cunt drags over him.

"Fuck, just like that Sweetheart," his head lolls to rest on his right shoulder, elbows propped in the pillows before his upper body drops in favor of putting guiding hands around your waist. You hold onto his shoulders for balance as he tugs your hips forwards, though it's not like it helps much. This time, instead of pulling on his choker, you wrap your hand around his neck and though it doesn't wrap all the way around, Chargebolt's breath still hitches under your palm.

"Harder," he wheezes past your grasp. You tighten for Chargebolt to release a broken moan under the pressure and his hips buck so hard they nearly send you flying off his chest.

"Watch it," you say, though it's breathier than you'd like. The sight of him getting worked up pumps your blood faster than you feel like it should, and you find yourself squinting through the light to see if that really is a blush you see dusting his cheeks.

"Right—right sorry," the electric blond rasps once you finally let go of his throat. Licking his lips, his eyes dart to where you're connected before he's pleading, "Can I fuck you? Please?"

"Yeah," you say without hesitation, and Chargebolt guides you over his face, eyes blow wide with lust and desperation. He groans softly at the sight of you splayed over him, hiking up your dress and pulling your panties aside to run a finger through your slit.

"You're soaked, Gorgeous," Chargebolt says, borderline giddy, and you shiver as he flicks your clit, biting his lip. "I might have to make a quick detour."

"I don't like the way you phrased that," you grouse towards the ceiling, and Chargebolt chuckles before adjusting between your legs until his breath ghosts your cunt. It's not until he licks a fat stripe up your slit that you understand how completely and utterly fucked you are, grabbing onto the bedframe in consternation as the cool metal ball sliding between your folds to make you squeal.

He has a tongue piercing.

Chargebolt plunges two fingers into your pussy and you suppress the embarrassment creeping up your neck at how easy the slide is. If your friends told you where you'd be this evening, you wouldn't have wasted all that time masturbating in the shower this morning.

"Ah, ah," Chargebolt tsks when he feels your thighs tense around his head. "You gotta relax for me, remember? Or else I can't make you feel good."

"I'm—" you try, but there's no point in trying to deny it though, is there? "Fuck, fine. I'm trying."

"No, you're not," Chargebolt quips with a giggle and you nearly slap him across the face. You would've done something if he didn't grab you by the hips, wrap his sinfully plush lips around your clit and suck, pulling an eep from the very base of your throat.

"Relax," he moans into your cunt, and when you try to look away he snakes a hand up your chest to seize you by the jaw. You huff but keep eye-contact—mostly because his hand doesn't leave your chin—and he bites into your inner thigh with a groan, making your thighs tense for another reason that isn't stress.

"There you go," he coos, sliding a third finger in with the two others he works into your sopping cunt. You finally start to "relax" or whatever, chest shuddering as hot arousal floods your veins. "Atta girl."

You whimper at that, grabbing a hold of his hair and grinding against his face. Chargebolt takes every motion in stride, grinning against your wetness with the acknowledgment that he's the one making you feel this good. "Just lie back and let me make this pretty pussy feel good, yeah?"

His lips return to nurse your clit as his three fingers fill you up the best they can. And they do it well, scissoring and sliding between your pliable walls to make you keen. Chargebolt plays your body like a fiddle, making you sing sounds you didn't even know you could make.

"I—can you fuck me now?" You say once your body starts to quiver, head spinning with the steady build-up in your core. "I wan—wanna cum on your cock."

Chargebolt groans at that and doesn't hesitate in pulling away with glossy lips, fingers soaked in a white gooey mess. He rubs it into the sheet and you flush at the mess you made.

"Yeah? Want me to fuck you?" He challenges with a raised eyebrow and the cockiest fucking grin. The only reason why you don't bite is in favor of cock.

"Yes, asshole."

Okay. Maybe you'll bite a little.

But you seem to have little to no repercussions as he rolls you into the sheets and hikes your knees up to your chest (er—as far as they'll go) and you grapple for the sheets as he slowly pushes inside, teeth digging into your bottom lip at the painful pleasure.

"Oh, you're gonna kill me, Cutie," he nearly wheezes as he bottoms out, and you squat due to being so full after...however long it's been.

"F-Fuck," you quiver, and Chargebolt's thumb press bruises into your hipbones.

"Can I—can I move? He pants, eyes full of so much hope it'd be comical if you weren't so down bad.

"Y-Yeah," you nod, shivering when he already starts to move. "Yeah, please—"

Chargebolt wastes no time in picking up the pace. His thrusts are sharp and face, hips hammering into your warmth, and you find yourself bouncing each time your hips connect.

"Fucking moan for me, Gorgeous," he grunts as if you aren't loud enough already, and your fingers scramble for his choker so you can watch his eyes roll to the back of his head like they did earlier. It earns you the loveliest broken moan and your lazy lips slide into a fucked out grin.

Pressing his thumb on your bottom lip, Chargebolt pries it open in favor of seizing your tongue and pressing it flat to your chin. His throat produces the most disgusting sound before his lips purse and he's spitting down your gullet with a feral grin, chuckling when you swallow without him needing to do so.

"Good girl," Chargebolt thrusts cease for a moment if only to return tenfold. "Good fucking girl—"

You watch his eyebrows furrow in concentration, sweat making the gold on his shoulders shine and the access glitter on your own chest. As he plows you into the bed, he drops a thumb to rub your clit; you move your legs around his back and tug on his choker again.

"Oh fuck," Chargebolt's eyebrows furrow as the new position only buries him deeper. "Look at you, drooling all over the pillow. I make you feel that good, Sweetheart?"

Your moan gets cut short when he delivers a sharp slap to your ass, cursing when you tighten around him in surprise. You don't have the energy to wipe the drool away nor to be embarrassed about it, and Chargebolt decides he likes you like this much better.

"Who knew you were such a submissive little thing, huh? Coming in here and barking orders—if I hadn't known any better, I'd think you were a top."

The way he says it is mokcing enough to make your blood boil, and you grit your teeth to growl, "I am a top."

"Really?" Chargebolt pants, face twisted in faux confusion. "Cause you look like you enjoy being under me a little too much."

You curse because not only is he right, but you're close—and painfully so. You figure he can tell just by looking at your reaction, and his spit-glossed lips slide into a cocky grin."

"Admit it, Gorgeous—you fucking love taking this cock, don't you?" He growls visage morphing into something more feral as his hips gain inhumane speed.

"I—" you start with a gasp, but Chargebolt's hips slow down in a threat and you dig red lines into his back as you say, "Yeah—yes, Chargebolt pleas—"

"Denki," he edits, and clarifies as your face twists in confusion, "Call me—call me Denki."

"I'm gonna cum, Denki," you let out a broken moan, thighs burning from the position in the best way. Denki groans, keeling over you with furrowed eyebrows as his thumb returns to your clit to push you off the edge.

"Fuck, say it again Pretty," he pants, pink tongue darting to wet his lips, "Say my name again."

Your chest shudders with an impending orgasm. Denki falls first, with a breathy groan and stuttering hips, arms wobbling in threat of collapsing. The sight of him riding on cloud nine prompts your own ecstasy, forcing your body upright as your orgasm steals your breath and wracks through your bones like an earthquake.

Denki rides both of your orgasms out, his cock twitching inside your spend little walls until his hips connect with yours for a final time.

"Holy shit," Denki wheezes a laugh after a silence spent catching your breaths. "You—Has anyone ever told you you're a good fuck?"

“I—“ you take a step back from his statement with a blink, body spent and sweaty on the bed. “I don’t fuck...often?”

Denki’s eyes bulge before he’s shaking his head with a click of his tongue, “Issa shame.”

“If this is your way of recruiting me as an escort, the answer’s no,” you deadpan towards the ceiling. It takes the electric blond a moment to react, but when he does, he’s dropping his head with a snort.

“I—no, I wasn’t recruiting you or whatever you wanna call it,” he chuckles, assuming the space to your right. Even though your skin is on fucking fire, for some reason you don’t mind.

“But I do...” Denki starts, and you have to nudge his shoulder for him to finish. He shakes you off with a chuckle and scrunch of his nose, before finally saying:

“But I do...wanna keep you around.”

#— 𝐃𝐄𝐍𝐊𝐈 #CLUB 777 #denki smut #bnha smut #mha smut #kaminari smut

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Twice React- Alpha S/O Mates Them

Requested: Yup

Request: alpha s/o officially mates them

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Category: NSFW and Fluff

Nayeon

“Do it.”

You and Nayeon had been dating for nearly two years and had long since realized that there was no one in the world either of you ever wanted to be with. So you both decided that it was finally time to take the next to step in your guy’s relationship. You panted hard against your girlfriend’s neck as you continued to thrust inside her, your knot beginning to swell at the base of your cock as Nayeon’s nails raked against your back. “Y/N...plea..please.” Your teeth grazed against the junction of her neck as your hips stuttered, “Are...are you sure?” Nayeon gulped in a breath, nodding her head rapidly, “Yes, I’m sure.” You smiled, “I love you.” Your girlfriend smiled at your words as she began to respond, “I love you t...ahh!” But before she could finish your teeth sank into her neck, the taste of blood hitting your tongue as you stayed latched on for a little longer, ensuring your mark was placed securely before pulling away and licking the wound. Pride swelling your chest as you looked at the mark, “Love you.” Nayeon smiled lazily, “Love you too.”

Jeongyeon

“I’m ready, promise.”

Jeongyeon didn’t like giving up control. But she could make an exception this time. Your bodies met with one final thrust as your knot slipped inside, your releases wracking every nerve in your bodies as Jeongyeon wrapped her legs around your waist, “Bite me. Please.” You hesitated for a second looking down at the blank expanse of your girlfriend’s neck, you licked your lips as you lowered your lips so it brushed against the sensitive skin. “Are you sure?” Jeong nodded her head furiously, “Positive.” You smiled as you inhaled deeply her scent filling your lungs as you placed a kiss to the base of her neck as you felt your knot grinding against her entrance, you rocked your hips back as you began pushing your knot inside. Your girlfriend moaned loudly as you slammed your hips forward, your knot popping inside you felt her walls clench around you, all of sudden you felt her body tremble under you as she came. Your instincts kicked in as you sunk your teeth into her neck leaving your mark on your mate as you felt your release wash over you. A goofy smile on Jeongyeon’s face as you placed a kiss on the mark, “We did it.” You smiled softly as leaned up to kiss her, “Yes, yes we did.”

Momo

“I trust you.”

Four years, three months, and twelve days. That’s how long Momo had known she loved you, and she was ready to make it forever. You leaned to nip at Momo’s ear as you pounded into her from behind, her walls squeezing around you as you felt your knot begin to swell at the base of your cock. Her scent made you dizzy as you palmed one of her breasts in your hand, tweaking the nipple as she let out a high pitched whine. Her breathing grew rapidly as you thrusted harder, trying to get your knot to fit into her tight hole, “Bite me.” It said barely above a whisper as your hips faltered from its blinding pace, “Wh..what?” Momo grunted as she felt her orgasm starting to fade, “Mark me Y/N, make me yours!” You stared at your girlfriend in shock before she started pushing her hips back into you, your knot barely breaching her entrance as you shook your head roughly, “Okay, let’s do it.” You redoubled your efforts as you pounded Momo into the bed, her moans muffled by the comforter as you felt the coil in your stomach tighten, “I’m gonna cum.” Momo moaned loudly as she raised her ass higher, “Together.” You nodded as you slammed your hips forward one last time, burying your knot inside her as you came. And before you knew it you had sunk your teeth into the tender flesh of your now mate’s neck.

Sana

“I’m sure.”

As an Omega, Sana was always told to never trust an Alpha. But she knew from the day you had walked her home in the rain she wanted you to stay. It had been a lot like the day she had realized she loved you, rain pattered hard against the window as the two of you were tangled in your guy’s bed sheets your bodies moving in sync as you rolled your hips forward eliciting a soft moan from Sana as her nails dug into your back. “Ah, I’m close.” The Japanese woman husked as you picked up your pace, your bodies colliding to provide a wet slapping sound that now filled the room as you propped yourself up on your forearms continuing your pace as your knot swelled at the base of your shaft. Sana felt it bump against her entrance as she pulled you closer, “I want you to bite me.” Your eyes widened at her request pulling away to see if she was being serious or if it was just the heat of the moment. But when she stared back at you, you knew she meant it, a smile growing on your lips as you nodded. Your thrusts grew harder as you finally got your knot to breach her entrance pleasure coursing through both your bodies as you descended on her neck, your teeth baring into the flesh as Sana came undone below you. Her eyes rolling back as you emptied out inside of her, “I love you.” Your now mate whimpered as she came down from her high, “You too.”

Jihyo

“I love you too.”

You couldn’t remember how it started, but you both agreed how the two of you wanted it to end. Your hips stuttered, as you cried out. A flood of cum shot from your aching cock. Your seed splashed against the Omega’s clenching walls. You thrust through your own release, your movements sloppy and uneven. Jihyo’s walls didn’t feel quite so tight, stretched as they were to hold your come, but it felt too good to stop. As soon as you bit down, the Omega arched. A breathy gasp escaped her, followed by a discordant moan. Your jaw locked, and you bit deeper, this was a mating bite. A bonding hold. Coppery blood hit your tongue, as you heard Jihyo cry out in ecstasy. She was yours.

Mina

“Please.”

Mina could barely think straight as she struggled to make it back home from the company, heat pooling in her lower belly as she practically threw herself at you. The Japanese woman whimpered as she grinded down your cock, rocking her hips back and forth as she sought out to quell the burning inside of her. You grunted as you felt the base of your cock swell, her scent making you dizzy as she rode you harder impaling herself on your shaft as you grunted. Reaching your hands out to hold her hips as you waited for when her rhythm stuttered and you flipped the two of you over so that you were plowing her into the bedsheets. Your bodies colliding together as the sound and smell of sex filled the room as you bared your teeth, grazing it against the side of her neck as you felt your knot barely enter her. A loud moan filled your ears as Mina whispered, “Make me yours.”

Dahyun

“C’mon Alpha.”

Dahyun loved you. And you loved her. It was as simple as that. Dahyun’s back hit the wall as you lifted her into the air, your lips pressed together in a desperate kiss as her legs wrapped around your midsection, your cock striking against your boxers as your girlfriend balled your t-shirt in her fists. Whimpering as you pulled away for air, “I need to be in you.” You rocked your hips forward as you set the brunette back on the floor a coy smile on her lips as she hooked her thumbs into your underwear and pulled it down slightly to free your raging erection, “Then do it.” You growled lowly as you used your free hand to position your length at her entrance, waiting for her confirmation before thrusting into the molten heat that awaited you. Your hips moving on their own accord as your teeth grazed the junction of her neck and shoulder, “Mate me.” You smiled against her shoulder as you placed a kiss on the spot, “Yes, ma’am.”

Chaeyoung

“Stop teasing!”

Chaeyoung didn’t mean to be a brat, but then again...she was your brat. Your girlfriend had been riling you up all day and not that you’d ever let it show, it was working. You growled as you laid her down in the backseat of the car after your shopping trip to the mall left you with a massive hard-on that you could barely hide as your scent poured out in frustration making Chae give you her signature dimpled smile, but as she stared up at you it faltered slightly as you grinded down into her. But having an attitude greater than her height she matched your intensity with a smirk, “What’re you gonna do Alpha?” The teasing lilt in her voice wasn’t lost on you as you brought her into a bruising kiss, clothes being thrown off or moved as you were now thrusting into the woman below you. Her toes curled as you filled her just right, she had gotten what she wanted and you were all too happy to give it to her. Chae threw her head back as she felt her orgasm teeter on the edge as you slammed your knot inside of her, but she felt like something was missing. You kissed her neck and suddenly it clicked, “Bite me.” You cocked an eyebrow in confusion, “What?” Chaeyoung growled as she sat at the line of no return, “Mate me, Y/N!” Her small explosion caused you to panic as you sunk your teeth into her neck, her body seizing as she toppled over into a plane of unthinkable pleasure. Her voice soft as she looked up at you, her chest rising and falling with each breath she took, “My Alpha.” You smiled warmly, placing a kiss to the tip of her nose, “My mate.”

Tzuyu

“Give it to me Y/N.”

Tzuyu had loved you for years. And you wanted to make it official how much you loved her too. A loud moan broke through the relatively quiet morning as you jerked your hips forward, your cock sheathing itself inside your girlfriend as you moaned lowly into her ear. Pulling out so that just the tip remained inside before shoving yourself back in and letting a fast tempo take over the movements of your thrusts as Tzuyu captured your lips in a heated kiss, “Y...Y/N, ple..please, mark m..me.” Her words were barely above a whisper as you wrapped your arms around her torso holding her closer to you as you felt your knot swell. “Okay.” Your confirmation was all Tzuyu needed as she hooked her legs around your waist causing you to thrust in at a new angle that allowed your knot to slip in causing a rush of endorphins to your brain as you were suddenly surrounded by a tight heat. You acted on instinct as you felt yours and your girlfriend’s orgasm approaching, your teeth finding purchase at the base of her neck as you came.

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