#figurative lace artworks

[messylustt]

what you remind them of. spiderverse

you reminded hobie brown of stickers. in a figurative sense, but also a literal. the way you could be placed anywhere and still be recognisable to him. some days he saw a pattern, etched into the way you smiled. other days he saw colours, reflected from the way you felt. blue, orange, pink, green. the changeable nature has him reeling and intrigued. he wants you to decorate his life, or at least his guitar. with your careful fingers, options of cartoon characters or skulls being plastered to one of his most prized possessions. he loved it. the way you’d change, matching his inconsistent attitude. and when the stickers would begin to ware and peel, he never once chose to remove them. because the reminder that you’d stay, his want for you to stay made his ringed fingers dance over the simple stuck cut outs.

you reminded miguel o’hara of sugar. sweet of course, but something his tastebuds had to get used to. he wasn’t a sweet tooth at first. finding your sugary tone and sweet sweet smile something hard to stomach. maybe deep down it was because he secretly craved something of that flavour, that taste. he tried to keep his diet free from you, ignoring his salivating mouth. but he had to give in, he just had to with the way he knew your skin would be exactly what he needs his tongue to feel. his life lacklustre, filled with bland foods and even blander friendliness. you were a breath of fresh air, something he knew he’d grow addicted to. his sweet tooth was now prominent, obsessed with you day after day.

you reminded lyla of tears. something she physically couldn’t compute. the way the water droplets would fall, staining your cheeks and creating a morning dew feel to your eyelashes. when she first saw them, her instinct was to reach out. her code told her she couldn’t wipe your eyes but her want told her she could. so pretty when you’d either cry from joy or sadness. though most of the time alone, lyla would be watching. tears…your tears were something she remembered. strangely it didn’t compare to others. some would wail, sniffle, exclaim. but you would sit, blinking, and letting the tears slowly make their descent down your face, coating your lips in a shimmer that made her want to lean in.

you reminded miles morales of shoelaces. specifically his shoelaces. the amount of times you’ve reminded him to tie them has been endless. your subtle gestures or raises of your brows, has earned him to glance down. sometimes he’d catch you, fingers out as you lean to do them yourself. but he’d never want you to do the work so he’d poke his finger against your head, moving you back. now you’d call him stupid, he’d call you a little neat freak, while stumbling over his untied laces. your smug smile would earn a flustered but still stubborn state from him. but just to annoy you a step further he’d always be tying your shoelaces, neglecting his own in a way of saying ‘your safety is more important than mine.’ which would result in a round about way of you pointing out the ‘safety’ of it while threatening to have them glued.

you reminded miles morales earth-42 of paint. the kind that’s messy and creates large artworks. your face might be stained with colour, your fingers most definitely so. with raised brows and a frown he’d point out your never ending strokes. you’d bring colour to his world, hellbent eventually, as he’d push off the idea for what feels like eternity. but slowly, gradually, would he find your paints staining his skin, matching graffitied art like a tattoo. surprisingly he wouldn’t wipe it away, tracing the mess with a prowler claw. you were a mess, all over the place, he made that clear to you. but what he doesn’t tell you is the way he’s kept your messy paintings for himself, subtly letting you paint and create at his home. he may not admit to it, but you’ve painted your heart, a pretty thing that he’s kept all for himself.

you reminded pavitr prabhakar of shells. the kind of seashore ones found at the beach. it’s a new scenery from what he’s used to. you seem to always have this saltwater scent, fresh and inviting. with smiles he’s spoken to you, listened to your voice like the shells that float out into the ocean, dragging him with you. he likes the feel of the sand between his toes. he also likes the pretty patterns that would imbed themselves into the ground. you were like a shell, pretty and something he always loves to find. he liked to treasure the shells he’d find, keep them safe. collections like the collections he’d want to keep of your words. tucked safe into his pockets. your intriguing secrets with the sound of ocean that you’d hear when you press your ear to a larger shell matched perfectly.

you reminded gwen stacy of neon lights. bright and colourful. you were something that made her eyes widen as she stared. like a club street light, you’d invite people in. even inside the club with the flashing lights, you’d keep people entertained. she always stood by you, soaking in your colourful rays. she may even gain inspiration for her hair, the tinges of pink that would stain your lips made her want to match. you were alive in the night, her favourite pastime just flying through the city with you as her guide. even if it would rain you seemed to shine, your smile only making her eyes reflect colour. you made her feel excited with your hooded gaze. you even met under a neon street sign, ready for a mission in the dark. a mission she’ll never forget.

you reminded peter b. parker of a pillow. comforting and something easy to rest his head on. you’d feel him doze off on your shoulder, maybe even your lap. small dribbles of drool would make you smile at just how easy it was to get him to sleep if you were in his reach. even your clothes reflected comfort, his hands gravitating towards you. he almost always kept you tucked to him like a carry on pillow. a pillow mayday seemed to enjoy too, as she’d crawl all over your shoulders, your secure hands making sure she didn’t fall. she may even think you bigger like a bed, as she’d jump excitedly in your arms. not to mention your soft skin, his fingers tracing over like a silk slip.

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#. ( spidey mark ) #this was just for fun #the miguel effect #the hobie effect #i love em #hobie brown x reader #miguel o’hara x reader #lyla x reader #pavitr x reader #gwen stacy x reader #miles morales #miles morales x reader #miles morales 42 x reader #gwen stacy #pavitr prabhakar #lyla spiderman 2099 #atsv #atsv x reader #spiderman atsv #x reader #across the spiderverse #spiderverse #miles morales 42 #peter b x reader #peter b parker #miguel x reader #hobie x reader #miguel o’hara #hobie brown

[redslug]

Helping Neuroslug help me

Admittedly it took me an embarrassing amount of time to figure out and start using inpainting, but now that I've had a taste of it my head is spinning with possibilities. And so I'm making this post to show the process and maybe encourage more artists to try their hand at generating stuff. It really can can be an amazing teammate when you know how to apply it. For those who didn't see my first post on this, I've trained an AI on my artworks, because base Stable Diffusion doesn't understand what anthropomorphic insects are. That out of the way, here we go:

I noticed that a primarily character focused LoRA often botches backgrounds (probably because few images of the dataset have them) so I went with generating a background separately and roughly blocking out a character over it in Procreate. Since it was a first experiment I got really generous with proper shading and even textures. Unsurprisingly, SD did it's job quite well without much struggle.

Basically masked out separate parts such as fluff, skirt, watering can, etc. and changed the prompt to focus on that specific object to add detail. There were some bloopers too. She's projecting her inner spider.

Of course it ate the hands. Not inpainting those, it's the one thing I'll render correctly faster than the AI does. Some manual touchups to finish it off and voila:

The detail that would have taken me hours is done in 10-20 minutes of iterating through various generations. And nothing significant got lost in translation from the block out, much recommend. But that was easy mode, my rough sketch could be passed off as finished on one of my lazier days, not hard to complete something like that. Lets' try rough rough.

I got way fewer chuckles out of this than I expected, it took only 4-5 iterations for the bot to offer me something close to the sketch.

>:C It ate the belly. I demand the belly back. Scribble it in...

Much better. Can do that with any bit actually, very nice for iterating a character design.

Opal eyes maybe?

Lol

Okay, no, it's kind of unsettling. Back to red ones. Now, let's give her thigh highs because why not?

It should be fancier. Give me a lace trim.

Now we're talking. Since we've started playing dress-up anyway, why not try a dress too. Please don't render my scribble like a trash bag. I know you want to.

Phew

I crave more details.

Cute. Perhaps I'll clean it up later. ... .. . SHRIMP DRESS

#neuroslug #slug's experiments #ai assisted art #moth #I need to retrain neuroslug on a more artsy checkpoint #base model leans more to realism and it affects the style a lot #not complaining but i want it to mimic my usual style better

[cubarsis]

— Doodles | h. fort garcía

synposis : you can‘t resist drawing on your cuddly boyfriend’s tattoo

genre : fluff

requests are open🎀

AFTER A GRUELING PRACTICE session, Hector collapsed onto the couch, his body feeling drained of all energy. With a heavy sigh, he closed his eyes, hoping to catch a few moments of rest before the demands of the day caught up with him. However, as he lay there, he couldn’t shake the feeling of loneliness that settled over him.

Feeling the absence of his girlfriend’s warmth beside him, Hector let out a soft groan, his longing for her comforting presence growing stronger by the second. With a desperate plea, he turned to her, his voice tinged with neediness.

As Hector settled onto the couch, exhaustion weighing heavily on his eyelids, he felt the familiar tug of sleep pulling him under. But before he could fully surrender to slumber, he felt a gentle nudge from his girlfriend.

“Hector, you okay baby ?” she asked, concern lacing her voice as she watched him with furrowed brows.

Hector mustered a tired smile, his energy drained from the intense practice session. “Yeah, just really tired,” he admitted, his voice barely above a whisper.

“Babe, please come cuddle with me, I need to take a quick nap before dinner”

His girlfriend’s expression softened with understanding, and without hesitation, she wrapped her arms around him, pulling him close in a comforting embrace.

Hector sighed with relief as he nestled into her embrace, feeling the tension melting away from his weary muscles. He closed his eyes, allowing himself to sink into the comforting sensation of her arms around him.

“Thank you,”

he whispered, his voice muffled against her chest as he snuggled closer, seeking solace in her presence and the warm skin of her neck.

His girlfriend pressed a tender kiss to the top of his head, her love for him evident in the gentle touch of her lips.

“Anytime, my love,” she replied, her voice filled with the soothing sound that makes his brain melt.

As Hector drifted off into a peaceful nap, his girlfriend sat beside him, a playful glint in her eyes. With a soft smile, she reached for a marker and gently began to doodle on Hector’s exposed forearm, tracing the intricate lines of his tattoo with delicate precision.

As she worked, Hector’s tattoo seemed to come to life under her skilled hand, the design stretching across his full forearm. Three figures emerged, each one representing a member of his tight-knit family, their features lovingly rendered in ink. Beside them, a clock adorned with Roman numerals marked the passage of time, a symbol of the moments they shared together.

Hector even swore himself to get a tattoo in honor of his girlfriend as well, he knew he had to as soon as his mother mentioned you are the missing family member in his arm.

With each stroke of the marker, Hector’s tattoo transformed into a beautiful masterpiece, the lines and colors blending seamlessly together to create a stunning tableau of their love and connection.

As she finished her artwork, Hector’s girlfriend leaned back to admire her handiwork, a satisfied smile playing on her lips. The tattoo now told the story of their familia, a visual representation of the bond they shared and the memories they had created together.

Just then, Hector stirred from his nap, his eyes fluttering open as he blinked away the remnants of sleep. As he looked down at his forearm, his gaze fell upon the doodles adorning his tattoo, and a wide grin spread across his face.

“Hey amor,” he murmured sleepily, his voice heavy with the remnants of sleep. His face presser right back into her chest in a seek of warmth.

His girlfriend looked down at him with a playful twinkle in her eye, her fingers still dancing across his forearm.

“Did I wake you?” she asked, a tired lilt to her voice herself.

Hector shook his head, a warm feeling spreading through him at the sight of her.

“No, I was just enjoying the feeling of your touch,” he replied, his voice filled with affection.

His girlfriend smiled back at him, her touch gentle and soothing as she continued to trace the lines of his tattoo. “I couldn’t resist doodling on your tattoo while you were napping,” she admitted, a hint of mischief in her voice.

“Besides, your body somehow is always warm, so are your arms. Just had to warm my hands on my personal heater.“

As Hector admired the intricate doodles his girlfriend had added to his tattoo, a playful glint sparked in his eyes. With a smirk, he turned to her, his voice laced with flirtatiousness.

“You know, I think these doodles could use a little extra attention,” he teased, his fingers lightly tracing the lines of the tattoo on his forearm.

His girlfriend raised an eyebrow, a knowing smile playing on her lips. “Oh really? And what kind of attention were you thinking?” she replied, her tone equally playful.

Hector leaned in closer, his lips brushing against her ear as he whispered, “Well, I was thinking maybe you could wash them off for me later. With your hands.”

A soft giggle spread across his girlfriend’s cheeks as she laughed at his suggestion. “Oh, is that all?” she teased, her voice tinged with amusement.

Hector grinned, his heart swelling with affection for the woman beside him.

“Well, that and maybe a few extra kisses to make sure they’re completely gone,” he added, his tone turning more serious as he leaned in to press a tender kiss to her lips.

As Hector admired the doodles on his forearm, a thought crossed his mind—what kind of tattoo could he get to honor his girlfriend, the woman who meant the world to him?

He mulled over the idea, his mind racing with possibilities. Perhaps he could get a tattoo of her favorite flower, or a symbol that held special meaning to both of them. Or maybe he could incorporate her initials into a design, a subtle yet meaningful tribute to their love.

As he pondered, Hector couldn’t help but smile at the thought of permanently marking his skin with a symbol of his affection for her. Whatever design he chose, he knew it would be a reminder of the love they shared and the bond they had forged together.

“What is my sleepy baby of a man smiling about, mhm ?“

Hector’s heart skipped a beat at her question, knowing he couldn’t reveal his idea just yet. With a playful wink, he brushed off her inquiry with a nonchalant shrug. “Oh, just thinking about getting spoiled by your kissed later,” he replied, his tone light and casual.

His girlfriend raised an eyebrow, clearly unconvinced by his vague response. “Hmm, whatever you say, Fort,” she said, her eyes narrowing slightly as she studied him.

He knew she would see through his white lie, maybe he should start by buying her favorite flowers for his love tomorrow first.

hectorth 24

#ɞ 𝐡𝐞𝐜𝐭𝐨𝐫𝐭𝐡 #fc barcelona x reader #fcb x reader #hector fort #hector fort x reader #hector x reader #fort x reader #hector fort garcia x reader #pablo gavi x reader #marc guiu x reader #pedri x reader

[spencerreidswhore187]

Night Shift

Spencer Reid x Reader

Summary: In the pursuit of an audacious art thief, Spencer Reid and you engage in a thrilling cat-and-mouse game.

Word Count: 1.2k

In the dimly lit room of the FBI's Behavioural Analysis Unit, Special Agent Spencer Reid meticulously studied the pattern of a notorious art thief. Known for their audacious heists, the thief had been stealing famous religious paintings, leaving behind little evidence but a trail of intrigue and frustration. As Spencer delved into the case, he couldn't shake the feeling that there was more to this thief than met the eye.

It was another morning at the BAU, and the team gathered around the large round table, ready to discuss their latest case. Spencer adjusted his glasses, flipping through the files and crime scene photos, attempting to find a connection that eluded even the most seasoned investigators.

"Alright, team," Hotch began, his voice steady and authoritative. "We've got a new case. The thief has struck again, stealing 'The Madonna with Child' from the St. Augustine Museum. Reid, what have you found so far?"

Spencer looked up from his notes, his mind racing with information. "The thief seems to be specifically targeting religious paintings. There's a pattern in the choice of artwork, and I'm working on identifying any potential religious or symbolic significance."

As the team continued to brainstorm and strategise, a mysterious figure lurked in the shadows, watching them from a distance. You, the infamous art thief, observed the investigation unfold with a mix of amusement and fascination. The challenge of outsmarting the brilliant minds of the FBI excited you, and you relished in the chase.

Over the course of the investigation, Spencer's intellect and determination began to catch your attention. You found yourself drawn to the enigmatic agent, intrigued by the way his mind worked. As the thefts continued, the cat-and-mouse game between you and Spencer intensified, each move more calculated than the last. Each heist brought the two of you closer, like chess players engaged in an intricate dance, each move calculated and deliberate. Spencer found himself captivated by the mystery that surrounded you, your motives, and the brilliant mind that orchestrated these audacious thefts.

One day, after another successful heist, you received a mysterious message. An encrypted note left at the scene of the crime, challenging you to a meeting. Intrigued, you decided to take the bait.

The moon cast a soft glow over the secluded park where the meeting was set to take place. Spencer stood in the shadows, his eyes scanning the area. Suddenly, you emerged from the darkness, your face obscured by a hood.

"Special Agent Reid," you greeted, your voice low. "Impressive. You managed to find me."

Spencer's gaze was unwavering as he replied, "I'm not here to arrest you. I want to understand why you're doing this. There has to be a reason behind the choice of these paintings."

You chuckled, the sound echoing in the quiet night. "Curiosity killed the cat, Agent Reid."

But Spencer wasn't deterred. He continued to engage you in conversation, unravelling the layers of your motives and the intricate web of your past. As the night wore on, an unexpected connection formed between you and Spencer, a bond that transcended the roles of detective and thief.

The echo of footsteps resonated through the quiet museum as you emerged from the shadows, your face still concealed by the hood of your cloak. Spencer's gaze met yours, and for a moment, time seemed to stand still.

"You're quite persistent, Reid," you remarked, your voice laced with a mixture of amusement and intrigue.

"I need to understand why," Spencer replied, his tone earnest. "There has to be more to this than just stealing paintings."

A spark of curiosity flickered in your eyes as you engaged in a battle of words, each probing the other's vulnerabilities. The conversation danced between danger and desire, the line between captor and captive becoming increasingly blurred.

The stolen artworks were not just random targets; they held a deeper meaning, a connection to your past that even you hadn't fully unravelled. Spencer, with his keen intellect, became the key to unlocking the mysteries that shrouded your motives.

The heists continued, each one revealing a layer of complexity in the relationship between the art thief and the profiler. Spencer found himself torn between duty and an inexplicable attraction that defied logic. You, in turn, struggled with the emotions that surfaced as you got to know the man behind the badge.

In the quiet moments between heists and investigations, there were stolen glances and fleeting touches. The air was charged with unspoken words, the tension simmering beneath the surface. A slow burn, like a fuse inching its way toward an inevitable explosion.

One night, after the recovery of yet another stolen masterpiece, Spencer found himself standing in front of you, the weight of the investigation heavy on his shoulders. "Why did you choose me?" he asked, his eyes searching for answers in the depths of yours.

You hesitated, the vulnerability in your gaze betraying the walls you had built. "Because you see beyond the surface. You see the person, not just the criminal.”

The admission hung in the air, a silent acknowledgement of the connection that had formed between you. As the investigation intensified, the line between right and wrong blurred further. Spencer found himself grappling with the realisation that the art thief he was chasing was not just a criminal but a complex individual with layers of pain and redemption.

In the midst of a high-stakes operation to recover a stolen painting, the unexpected happened. A moment of danger, a shared adrenaline-fuelled escape, and the realisation that the lines between love and justice had become indistinguishable. The slow burn ignited into a fiery passion that neither of you could deny.

The aftermath of the operation left you standing in the dimly lit room, surrounded by recovered artworks. Spencer approached you, his gaze intense yet tender. "I can't just let you go, but maybe there's another way. Join us, and work with the FBI. Help make amends for what you've done."

And so, the notorious art thief became an unexpected ally, a consultant to the BAU. The slow burn of your connection continued, navigating the complexities of love and redemption. Spencer and you found solace in each other's arms, the weight of the past gradually lifting as you embraced a future that defied expectations.

The dance between the art thief and the profiler had evolved into a love story, a journey that transcended the boundaries of law and order. As the days turned into months, the BAU faced new challenges, but with the strength of an unexpected bond, they confronted each obstacle together.

In the quiet moments, between stolen glances and whispered confessions, Spencer and you discovered that love, like art, was a masterpiece that took time to unfold, layer by layer, brushstroke by brushstroke, in the canvas of their intertwined lives.

A/N: Thank you for reading ◡̈

#criminal minds #spencer reid #mathew gray gubler #fanfic #mgg #fanfiction #spencer reid x reader #spencer reid x you #criminal minds evolution #bau #penelope garcia #jj jareau #emily prentiss #aaron hotchner #derek morgan #criminal minds fanfic #criminal minds fanfiction

[bantarleton]

Who Wants a Non-Hessian German Troops of the American Revolution Uniform Identification Flow Chart?

Now you too can roleplay as a harried British staff officer trying to identify which troops are encamped where, or a devious rebel spy collecting intelligence.

As folks may or may not know, only roughly 50% of the German state troops who served the British Crown during the American Revolution were “Hessians” from Hesse-Cassel. There were six other states that provided “subsidy troops.” Here’s how to tell them apart at a glance.

Are their uniforms predominantly dark blue? If yes, go to the paragraph numbered 4. If no, go to the para numbered 2.

2. Are their uniforms predominantly white? If no, go to the para numbered 3. If yes, those are troops from Anhalt-Zerbst. The only German state involved in the war to take its uniform and organisational cues from Austria rather than Prussia, the single Anhalt-Zerbst line regiment deployed to America wore white regimental coats faced with red. Their grenadiers wore bearskins rather than metal-faced caps (the only other German state to do this was Waldeck). One battalion also, according to one shocked British officer, had one of the most outrageous-looking uniforms of the war, including hussar hats, red and yellow waist sashes and red cloaks - these may have been “pandour” irregulars from the edges of the Austrian empire.

3. The coats are neither white nor blue, so they must be red. In this case, the troops are Hanoverian. While still mostly following Prussian style, because they shared a ruler with Britain, Hanoverian troops wore red. Five Hanoverian regiments assisted Britain with vital Mediterranean defence during the American Revolution, before going on to fight in India. They were the only redcoat Germans fighting for the Crown outside the British Army.

4. Your Germans are wearing blue coats. Are the buttons on the coat lapels arranged 1-2-1, and do the cuffs have a “Swedish” style slit to them? If no, go to the para numbered 5. If yes, they’re from Brunswick-Wolfenbüttel. Brunswick provided the most soldiers after Hesse-Cassel, and arguably the most rounded force, with four line regiments, one dragoon regiment, one grenadier battalion and one light infantry battalion. But whether jäger, musketeers or grenadiers, they almost all had coat buttons in groups of 1-2-1 and the slit-style cuffs. Fun fact; the Brunswick crest of a racing white horse on a red field was the same as neighbouring Hanover’s.

5. Your Germans are wearing blue, but don’t have buttons in 1-2-1 and Swedish cuffs. Do they have yellow facings, and cuffs with buttons placed both horizontally and vertically? If no, go to the para numbered 6. If yes, they are from Waldeck. This German state usually provided troops for the Dutch, but raised a new unit, the 3rd English-Waldeck Regiment, for service in America. They mostly fought against the Spanish in the Deep South, where they were decimated by disease. If the unusual position of the buttons on the cuff isn’t enough, look for the belt plate bearing “FF” for “Fuerst Friedrich,” the state’s ruler.

6. Do your blue Germans have red facings, cocked hats and unusual lace on their coats, shaped like a figure-of-eight? If no, go to the para numbered 7. If yes, they’re from Hesse-Hanau. This state was closely related (in the sense of its ruler, literally) to Hesse-Cassel, yet remained independent. While it provided a small amount of artillery, jägers and freikorps light infantry, its main contribution was a single line regiment, Erbprinz. Their distinctive features were scalloped lace on their cocked hats and the figure-of-eight “Brandenburg” style lace. There was also a Hesse-Cassel Regiment Erbprinz (even sharing the same colonel-in-chief), but they were fusiliers with caps rather than the Hesse-Hanau musketeers with their cocked hats. Check the mistake made by this artwork - these are Hesse-Hanau soldiers from the Infanterie Regiment Erbprinz, but they’re wearing Cassel fusilier caps. Bonus fact; Hanau and Cassel’s crest both features a rampant lion with red and white stripes, but there are subtle differences - they face opposite directions, the style of stripes are slightly different, and the Hanau lion lacks the Cassel one’s crown, but does wield a sword.

7. Do your blue-coated Germans have a black eagle on their flags and grenadier cap plates? If no, they’re probably from Hesse-Cassel. If yes, they’re from Ansbach-Bayreuth. This German state consisted of two provinces, Ansbach and Bayreuth (funny that). Besides jägers and some battalion guns, their main contribution was two infantry regiments, one from each of the two provinces. Their ruler’s crest was a black eagle, similar to the Prussian one.

Of course these posts don’t account for the uniforms of the jäger corps, or musicians, or any artillery, but it can serve as a rough guide. For the proper detail, you’ll have to buy my forthcoming book on the topic!

Also would be pretty cool if someone made an actual flow chart out of this, just saying!

#hessian #hessians #german #germany #german army #german military #18th century #history #military history #american revolution #revwar #american war of independence

[kisakis-boyfriend]

Kinktober Day 8: Lingerie

Pairings: Kokonoi x reader

Warnings: Male!reader, dom/top!reader, sub/bottom!Kokonoi, spanking, reader is called 'daddy', throatfucking, brief choking, brief cockbulge, dumbification

Genre/Format: Smut; Oneshot

Prompt List by: starsandskies 🧡

Please check my blog title to verify whether requests are closed or not! Thank you!

Black lace and velvet hugged Kokonoi's pale skin, intricate patterns adorning his body like artwork on a canvas. His arms stretched out above his head as he yawned, lazily draping himself across your shared bed as he waited for you to come join him

When you exited the bathroom, your attention was immediately caught by the delicate lingerie that he was wearing. Koko had mentioned a surprise that he was sure you'd enjoy, and the way your whole face lit up when you finally saw him wearing it was proof that he was right

“Don't just stand there, why don't you come over here and get a closer look?” Kokonoi purred, shifting around so that his head hung over the edge of the bed and more of his body was exposed to your wandering eyes. It was hard to take it all in at once. The sensual getup accentuated all of Koko's best features; his lean body and tiny waist that you loved to grab every chance you had. His thick thighs, perfect for biting, or placing a hand on and trailing your touch up to his member, or suffocating you as you pleasure him with your mouth. And you certainly can't forget about his slender legs, always so gorgeous when they were thrown over your shoulders as you rammed your cock into him

You took a few steps forward, still daydreaming about his body, but Koko was far too impatient to wait any longer. He grabbed your wrist and pulled you closer, placing your hands on his chest and hoping that you'd take the hint and touch him yourself. Luckily for him, you did, feeling him up as you slid your hands down to his cute waist. Moving back up towards his shoulders and brushing your thumbs over his nipples, eliciting a soft whine from him

Koko arched his back as your hands continued roaming his body, your eyes hungrily raking over him. “Flip over for me, baby. Lemme see the view from the back.” You smirked, giving him a little room to bend over the edge of the bed

His ass pressed up against you as he pretended to stretch, looking over his shoulder at you and sticking out his tongue as he did so. You spanked him once, rather gently as this was only a warning, and Koko bit his bottom lip to suppress the moan that tried to escape

With him now bent over on the bed, you had a full view of his backside. The panties that came with the set did not leave much to the imagination...not in the front nor in the back. His skin was visible through the lace pattern covering his ass, with a small hole up at the top and a cute, black ribbon just above it. You hooked your index finger through the hole and tugged it up a bit, making the panties feel much tighter and revealing more of his pretty cheeks. Then you let the waistband snap against his skin as you released it, causing Kokonoi to squeak and let out a tiny whine. You chuckled at his reaction

“Where did you even find this set? It's too perfect for you, baby.” You nudged his legs apart with your foot, reaching between them to rub your hand from his clothed cock back to his tight ass

Koko sighed as you rubbed him through the thin clothes, enjoying your soft, teasing touches. “Just saw it while I was scrolling some sites. Mmm~ Figured it would be perfect for me too~ ”

Suddenly, he was yanked back towards you, your hard-on now pressed firmly in between his cheeks. “Ooh~ Eager to be inside of me, hm?” Koko teased, your hands firmly gripping his waist as you started grinding against him. Grabbing a fistful of hair and tugging at the roots so that he would gasp for you

“As if you're not dying to be stuffed with my cock.” You scoffed playfully into his ear. “Let's remove these and get you prepped, yeah?” Kokonoi nodded then helped you slip off his panties, kicking them off when they fell around his ankles. Immediately feeling your erection against his ass more clearly now, his body jolting when it brushed against his hole directly

You turned him around so that you were face to face, tilting his chin up and closing the distance between your lips. Koko's hands rested on your chest, feeling you up a bit while you continued kissing him. His lips were always so soft, it was difficult not to kiss him at every possible opportunity. He made the cutest noises too, softly moaning into the kiss if it was more gentle. Or whining against your mouth when you teased him, unable to break away as you held the back of his head firmly. Kokonoi was just a kissable guy no matter what the pace and intensity were

Right now though, it was soft moans filling the room as you slipped your tongue into his mouth, his body pressing into you as if he was drawn towards your body more and more until he couldn't possibly get any closer. Koko's arms wrapped around your neck, playing with the back of your hair and digging his nails into your skin when you bit down on his delicate lips

Managing to not break the kiss, you pushed him down onto the bed, making him giggle in excitement. Your hands groped his thighs as you spread his legs open, brushing against his leaking dick in the process and causing him to jerk his hips. When you finally pulled apart for air, his lips were all red and swollen from your relentless attack, his eyes half-lidded as he stared up at you

“Aah~ Mm yeah, fuck that's it. Right there~ ” Koko purred, your hand now wrapped around his dick, lazily pumping it as precum slid down his shaft. His cock hardened within your hand, twitching whenever you rubbed over his slit

You licked your lips at the sight, eyes focused on his pretty cock glistening from so much precum. “Can I suck you off? ” Koko nodded, a hand already buried within your (h/c) locks, gently guiding you closer towards his dick. The head disappeared within your warm mouth, your tongue flicking against the tip teasingly. Koko panted as you only sucked on the tip for a few minutes, making sure he was desperate for more so he'd be a bit more pliant for you

His head pressed back into the mattress harder, moaning when you went from teasing the tip to nearly swallowing the whole damn thing down your throat. His eyes rolled to the back of his head when you started bobbing along his length, gagging when you pressed your mouth against his pelvis, taking him as deep as you could

You released his dick to catch your breath, jerking him off as you told him to, “Look at me while I make you cum, Koko. ” He proceeded to prop himself up on his elbows, meeting your intense gaze as you took all of him into your mouth again, squeezing his thigh and then bobbing your head faster and faster while you stared deeply into his pretty black eyes

Kokonoi felt the familiar tightness in his stomach, inching closer to his orgasm from your skilled mouth. You hummed around his dick and the vibrations against it tipped him over the edge, spilling his load straight down your throat. “A-aah! Cumming!! Oh fuck– ”

The sheets were tightly balled within Koko's grasp while he came, toes curling as his body tensed up and his vision blurred from his climax. By the end of it, he was panting hard. His arms gave out and he slumped onto the bed, running his hands through his hair while he caught his breath

Pop. His soft cock fell onto his stomach, covered in your spit all the way down to the base. Exhaling, you smiled at Koko, peppering a few kisses along his thighs, “How'd that feel?”

“So fucking good...holy shit.” He sighed, a deep blush covering his cheeks. Gasping when you kissed him again, your tongue forcing its way into his mouth roughly. The taste of his own cum coated the inside of his mouth

“Yeah? Well now it's my turn to feel so fucking good. C'mere.” You beckoned him towards you with your finger. Kokonoi took the hint immediately, positioning himself so that his head was hanging over the edge of the bed again, mouth open in anticipation. “Good boy.” His heart skipped a beat at the simple praise, the words going straight to his dick as well and making it twitch

Keeping eye contact with him, you easily removed your boxers and held your dick in your hand. Kokonoi stuck his tongue out for you, “Aaaaaaahh~ ” and you slapped your cock against it a few times before letting him suck on it. Working it into his mouth slowly while your hands roamed his chest once again, groping at his pecs as he moaned around your thick cock. He gagged as you forced the entire length down his throat, pulling it out just as quickly while he coughed and sucked in a breath

You slapped your dick against his cheek and he opened his mouth obediently, your cock sliding in more easily this time. Fucking his mouth at a slightly faster pace and then ramming it down his throat once more. Koko moaned as you repeated this process for a third time, tears pricking the corners of his eyes as they rolled back in his head. Your cock continued to abuse his throat, the tip hitting the back of it with each harsh thrust

“You're taking me so well, Koko. Mm fuck– ” You groaned, squeezing his throat as your dick slid in and out of it, a visible bulge present whenever you were all the way inside. “Gonna swallow all of it, right? ” Koko choked out some response that sounded like a yes. His hands gripped your thighs tightly so that he could prevent you from pulling out too much, craving the feeling of you inside his mouth

“Fuuucckk baby– Shit—!! ” You moaned loudly as your orgasm hit you, cum flooding Kokonoi's straining throat. But he was your good boy, so he took every last drop of cum even if he choked on it

Slowly pulling out of him, you allowed air to fill his lungs again, helping him sit up so that he could be more comfortable. You massaged the back of his neck gently and he closed his eyes in content, enjoying the relaxing moment. He pulled your face down towards him and placed a quick kiss on your cheek, leaning his forehead against yours for a second

“You've been so good for me, sweetie. Can you keep going?” You asked, using your free hand to rub his cheek with your thumb

“Mhm. I still want you inside...please?” Kokonoi breathed. Nodding a yes in response, you laid his slender body back onto the sheets, brushing a few stray strands of hair away. Your hands found their way to the small of his back, leaning down to connect your mouth with his nipple. His back arched when you began swirling your tongue around it, sucking on the sensitive skin before pulling away with a wet popping noise to move on to the other side of his chest, giving it the same treatment

Koko soaked up every single touch and crumb of attention that he could, always. But tonight he was feeling especially touch-starved, craving whichever sex acts you wanted to do, anything that meant the two of you could be physically connected. He just wanted to be with you

When you sat back up he seemed dazed, staring at you with cloudy eyes and this blissful smile. “Hey baby, wanna do something for me?” He tilted his head quizzically. “Flip. Now. ” Your command immediately snapped him out of his daze, scrambling to get on all fours. “Good boy~ ” Another deep blush spread across his face, reaching his shoulders this time as well

You grabbed his waist and pressed your hard-on against his bare ass again, not missing the desperate whine that escaped from Koko. He wiggled his ass against you, grinding back onto your dick and causing it to twitch. “You still want this?” Koko nodded his head quickly, whining and rubbing his puffy hole against your cock

Smack. Koko winced when you spanked his cute ass, gently soothing your hand over his skin as you growled from behind him, “Then beg. Show me just how badly you need my dick.”

He whipped his head around, his eyes misty and pleading with you, “Pleasepleasepleaseplease pleeeeaassee, daddy? ” Koko whined, with a vice-like grip on the sheets below him. “I'll do whatever you want, daddy. Promise! Just need you to touch me...”

Satisfied with his begging, you shushed his cries, pressing a soft kiss to his shoulder blade. “That's my boy. Daddy's gonna give you what you want. ” You spread his cheeks with your hands, pressing a chaste kiss onto his hole and then dragging your tongue over it. Spitting on it and rubbing that into the orifice while he moaned and trembled under your touch. You slowly worked your fingers into him, pumping one in and out, then adding a second finger, scissoring them so that he would be properly stretched. At one point, you had three fingers fucking into his hole, opening him up nice and wide for what was coming next

You swiftly removed your fingers and gave your dick a few pumps, pushing it past the ring of muscles and bottoming out inside of him within seconds. Kokonoi wailed loudly from the stretch. You had fully sheathed yourself inside of him too quickly for him to really react, freezing up as your cock throbbed within his gummy walls. “D-daddy...oh fuck...” He panted, chest heaving as you sat there unmoving and buried within his ass

Finally, you started thrusting into him, taking it slow in the beginning so that he could somewhat adjust to your full length. Gradually speeding up until you were fucking him hard enough to nearly knock him over from the force, the sound of skin slapping against skin echoed throughout the room, mixing with Koko's moans and expletives. Your pounding became rougher, probably bruising your poor boyfriend's hips as you gripped them so tightly, your own hips stilling as you flooded his insides with your seed

Koko's mouth fell open, eyes glazed over as he felt your warmth fill him up, dumbly smiling and biting his bottom lip. “Damn, your ass is tight, baby. Feels so good though~ ” You rubbed his back lovingly, listening to the sounds of the two of you trying to catch your breath

After a few minutes of lightly scratching Kokonoi's back and letting him rest, you pulled his ass closer against you, still hard inside of him and eager to fill him up at least one more time. “One more round?” You checked in with Koko, barely able to manage a single nod because his mind was too fuzzy, the only thought floating around in there was how much he wanted to feel your touch

You started thrusting again, snapping your hips into him quickly. His arms finally gave out which sent him face first into the pillow below him, biting the plush cloth as your cock hit the deepest places inside of him. Drool ran down his chin, creating a wet spot on the sheets as his mouth remained open from constant moaning. His entire body had gone completely limp, being jerked forward with every sharp thrust

Kokonoi gasped and twitched when you spanked him, his ass turning pink from the collision. “Aw babe, did I fuck you stupid?” You teased, spanking him again. His body tensed up with a third slap, hips stuttering while he created another wet mess on the sheets as he came all over them. He groaned at the realization that you hadn't slowed down during any of that, his ears zeroing in on the wet squelching noises that his ass made as it was pounded relentlessly

“Shit– Gonna fill you up again, baby boy. Ah-Aaaahh—!! ” You cried out as you came inside of him once more, a surge of warmth filling Koko up and fueling his pretty, broken moans. Softly calling out your name when you pulled out and feebly reaching out behind him

You rolled him onto his back, intertwining one of your hands with his, the other one brushing away the wet hair that clung to his face, tucking stray strands behind his ear. Koko sighed in exhaustion, his eyes becoming droopy and sleep threatening to overtake him. “You were so good for me, sweetheart.” You cooed, trailing gentle kisses from his neck up to his mouth. “My good boy.”

A content smile spread across his face, your sweet praises and kisses lulling him into a deep sleep. Kokonoi knew that when he woke up, he would already be wiped clean and wearing loose, comfortable clothing. And you would have him wrapped in your embrace, clinging to his soft body as he nuzzled into you

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Tagging: @anxious-chick @steadybreadbluebird @6kabuki

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[dickggansey]

#hehe.... #the dreamer trilogy #tdt

[flwrbo]

red dress (jean k. x reader)

(summary : you’re his muse) fluff blurb ! 576 words

written w @gojonator !!! my wife & bestie

"Hold still," Jean says, his tongue poking out between his lips as he looks between you and his canvas.

"I'm trying," You reply, adjusting your posture. "But my butt is starting to hurt from sitting on this stool for so long."

Jean looks up from his painting with a smirk. "Well, when I'm done, I can kiss it better."

"Jean!" You squeal. "If I wasn't modeling for you right now, I'd throw something at your head."

He chuckles. "Okay, okay. I'm not trying to take forever, but I wanna get everything perfect. You're the best muse." He says dipping his brush into some red paint. "Just a little longer, baby and that's it."

"I feel like I'm in the Titanic," You joke, rolling your back out a little.

"Hopefully my career doesn't tank like that did," Jean snorts, repositioning his hand on the brush.

"Jean! Don't say that, you'll jinx it." His girlfriend chastises him, returning to your position. "And it won't. You heard what those stuffy business guys were saying at your exhibit. They want you."

"Well, they're gonna want you after they see this painting." He scoffs out a laugh, painting where the neckline of your dress swoops into a V.

"I'll sweeten up a deal for you, Jean Kirstein."

"I don't know if that's romantic or offensive."

You shrug on the seat you sit on. "Depends on how much you end up banking,"

"Shut up, you're distracting me," He laughs, shaking his hair out of his eyes before returning to his work.

Some time passes in silence, allowing you to take this time to admire how good your boyfriend looks. Opting out of a shirt, he wears a painter's smock with black jeans on under it. His eyes are intense as he takes in your figure, committing it to detail on the canvas.

"Say, am I getting a percentage from this commission?"

"I can think of a few ways to pay you back," He snorts, looking up at you.

"If it doesn't involve a check, then I don't wanna hear it," His girlfriend jokes.

Jean ignores your comment and asks you to turn slightly, trying to make sure every angle is depicted accurately.

"What are you gonna call this piece anyway? Is it gonna be like the Mona Lisa? Just my name? Imagine someone saying my name is their favorite piece of artwork." You daydream.

"Don't slouch," Jean says, studying your features before going back to painting. "And I already think that about you every day."

You sit up straight like you were asked, and your actions are accompanied by a slight blush at her boyfriend's compliment.

"And... Done!" The brunette man sighs out, finalizing the last brush stroke. "Come look."

You waste no time getting out of your seat and rush to Jean's side. "Oh my god, it's beautiful, Jean." You admire the piece. It looked exactly like you, and every strand of hair and lace detail in the dress was perfectly on display.

"Not as beautiful as the real thing." He stares up at you.

“You sap,” You mumble, leaning in for a kiss. He exhales, slotting his lips against yours as he rolls his shoulders. “Jean,” You pull away, resting your hands against his jaw. “You are so talented. Truly.” He stares deeply into your eyes, a smile tugging at his lips. “‘M so proud of you. I love you.”

He kisses you. “I love you,” Again. “I love you.”

#<3.jean #jean kirstein x reader #attack on titan x reader #jean kirstein fluff #attack on titan fluff #<3.rielle

[mindyco]

Bakugou x F!Reader 🩷 [Store Bought]

Warnings: Reader gets called crude remarks by a group of men

Artwork credit: @Reharux035

You little rats get two updates in a row. Lucky you. But the fact that this happens in real life to some people makes me disgusted. Not sure how hot women deal with it. (ᇂ_ᇂ |||) They're just Bad Bitches ig I tried so hard to not make the dialogue cringe, but it's too late to apologize...

As you stood outside the convenience store, the warm evening breeze gently caressed your cheeks, rustling the fabric of your beautiful dress. The delicate puffy sleeves framed your arms, adding a touch of elegance to your appearance. The bodice, wrapped flawlessly around your petite, pale body, accentuated your graceful figure. You glanced down at the ground, feeling a mix of anticipation and discomfort as you waited for Bakugou to emerge with a bag full of snacks.

However, amidst the bustling sounds of the city, you couldn't help but overhear a group of grown men nearby engaged in an indecent conversation. Their voices carried on the wind, their lewd remarks about your body and their desires to take you home cutting through the air like shards of glass. The crude words invaded your ears, making you feel exposed and vulnerable. You clenched your fists, anger simmering beneath the surface, but you knew engaging with them would only escalate the situation.

With trembling fingers, you twiddled nervously, desperately trying to ignore the repulsive remarks that stained your ears. You averted your gaze, casting your eyes downward, their gazes stripping away your sense of security, leaving you feeling bare and defenseless. But no amount of distraction could fully shield us from the onslaught of their indecency.

"You see that girl over there? Damn, she's something else," ugly ass bitch #1 said with a low chuckle.

"Yeah, look at those curves. I wouldn't mind taking her home," ugly ass bitch #2 chimed in, his voice thick with lust.

The third ugly ass bitch let out a lecherous whistle. "She's got legs for days. Bet she knows how to use them."

Their words sent shivers down your spine, a chill running through your veins. You felt your face flush with anger and embarrassment, a storm of emotions swirling within you. How dare they objectify you, reduce you to nothing more than an object of desire?

But then, they uttered something that struck a nerve, a comment so degrading that it shattered the fragile walls of your composure. "I bet she's easy. A girl like that, she's just asking for it."

Tears welled up in your eyes, blurring your vision as you struggled to hold back your emotions. The men, alarmed by your sudden outburst, quickly dispersed, leaving you standing there, tears streaming down your cheeks, feeling a mix of anger, sadness, and humiliation.

You couldn't control the flood of emotions that overwhelmed you, and you bent down, lowering your head, seeking solace in the veil of your own vulnerability. The world around you seemed distant and muffled, as if it was just you and your pain. The ground beneath you felt cold and unforgiving, the sensation seeping through the fabric of your dress, intensifying the ache in your heart.

Amidst your tears, a gruff voice suddenly pierced through the haze. "The hell you on the floor for?" Startled, you quickly wiped your tears away, pushing yourself up and putting on a cheerful smile, desperately trying to hide the pain that lingered in your eyes. It was Bakugou, emerging from the convenience store, his hands laden with bags of snacks. He had obviously noticed your distress, and his normally stern expression softened with concern.

His hands clenched, a fiery rage burning within him as he tilted your head up, his intense gaze searching your tear-stained face. "Who the fuck did this to you?" His voice was laced with a mixture of protectiveness and anger, ready to unleash his explosive temper on anyone who had caused you harm.

"N...No one!" you stammered, denying anything happened as you attempted to divert his attention. "What snacks did you get, Bakugou?"

His eyes narrowed, seeing through your feeble attempt to change the subject. "What the hell happened while I was away? Tell me." He scanned the surroundings, his gaze sharp as he searched for any suspicious figures lurking nearby. Like a little hunting dog, he paced in small circles, his senses on high alert, determined to find the culprits.

When his scrutiny yielded no results, he finally bent down, his voice gentle and coaxing. "Babe, are you worried about me getting into fights? If I promise not to kill anyone, will you tell me?" His words held a mix of tenderness and underlying frustration, a testament to his fierce protectiveness over you.

You sniffled, a mixture of sadness and gratitude swirling within you as you managed to conjure up an excuse. "Just... just some dirt got into my eyes."

"Dirt my ass," he interrupted harshly, his patience wearing thin. With a tender touch, he wiped away the remaining tears that clung to your cheeks, his thumb grazing your skin as if to erase the pain inflicted upon you. His gaze softened, his fiery demeanor giving way to a vulnerable concern that only you could elicit from him.

"I won't let anyone hurt you," he whispered, his voice like a gentle breeze cutting through the storm. "No matter who they are, they'll have to go through me first." His words were a vow, an unyielding promise to shield you from the cruelties of the world.

You stared up at him, your tear-stained face reflecting a mix of gratitude, relief, and overwhelming emotion. The surge of warmth that enveloped you caused your tears to flow uncontrollably once again, turning the scene into a comical sight. You bawled your eyes out while Bakugou stood awkwardly, his arm hovering uncertainly over your back, unsure of how to provide comfort in this situation.

"Ah? W..Why the fuck are ya cryin' more?!" he exclaimed, his voice laced with both confusion and concern. He struggled to coax you, his attempts resulting in a humorous exchange where you were a mess of tears and he was at a loss for how to console you. Despite his rough exterior, his genuine concern shone through, and it only made you cry harder.

Bakugou's intense gaze softened as he reached out to wipe away your tears, his touch gentle yet firm. "Hey," he murmured, his voice filled with concern. "What happened out there? Please. Tell me."

You took a deep breath, gathering your thoughts before speaking. "There were these guys… They started making disgusting comments about me, how they wanted to take me home. I tried to ignore them, but then they said something that..."

Bakugou's jaw clenched, anger flickering in his eyes. "What the hell did they say?" he asked, his voice edged with a mix of concern and fury.

"They… they said something that just… hurt," you replied, your voice shaking slightly. "I couldn't take it, and I started crying."

A myriad of emotions crossed Bakugou's face—anger, frustration, and a hint of self-reproach. He let out a sharp exhale through his nose, trying to contain his anger. "They better hope I never find out who they are," he muttered under his breath.

You reached out and touched his arm gently. "Bakugou, it's okay. I don't want you to get into any fights because of this. I just… needed you to comfort me."

He turned to look at you, his eyes softening once again. "I'm sorry," he said, his voice sincere. "I hate that you had to go through that, and I hate even more that I wasn't there to protect you. But from now on, I promise, I'll do everything in my power to keep you safe."

You nodded, a mix of gratitude and relief flooding your heart. Bakugou's words brought you comfort, reassuring you that he was by your side, ready to shield you from any harm. The weight of the incident still lingered, but knowing that you had someone like Bakugou to rely on made it easier to bear.

Bakugou's intense gaze softened as he reached out to wipe away your tears, his touch gentle yet firm. "Hey," he murmured, his voice filled with both concern and determination. "Don't beat yourself up over this. I'm here now, and I won't let anyone hurt you."

You nodded, taking comfort in his presence and the warmth of his hand in yours. Slowly, you began to regain your composure, the raw emotions gradually subsiding as Bakugou's unwavering support enveloped you. His protective instincts kicked in, and he knew that he needed to make you feel safe, to distract you from the pain that still lingered.

"Come on," he said, his voice carrying a subtle hint of reassurance. "Let's head home. I bought all those snacks, and I'll be damned if we let those assholes ruin our evening."

A small smile tugged at the corners of your lips, grateful for Bakugou's unwavering strength. Together, you walked side by side, his grip on your hand providing a sense of security amidst the bustling city streets. The weight of the encounter still hung in the air, but Bakugou was determined to shield you from any further harm.

As you walked, he chattered animatedly, his words laced with playful banter and attempts to make you laugh. He recounted the ridiculous things that had happened during his trip to the convenience store, exaggerating certain details and mimicking the voices of other customers. It was his way of distracting you, of reminding you that the world was filled with more than just those disgusting individuals.

You found yourself slowly getting lost in his words, the tension easing from your shoulders as a genuine smile graced your face. Bakugou's efforts to lighten the mood didn't go unnoticed, and you couldn't help but be grateful for his presence in your life.

Despite his own burning desire to track down those men and deliver justice, Bakugou knew that it wasn't what you needed right now. He understood that you needed time to heal, to regain your strength, and he was willing to set aside his own anger for the sake of your well-being.

You walked on, the sounds of the city blending with the comfort of Bakugou's voice. And with each step, the memories of the encounter began to fade into the background, replaced by a newfound sense of resilience and trust.

Afterward: Bakugou's relentless search led him to the men responsible. In a swift and explosive display of his power, he confronted them, teaching them a brutal lesson they would never forget.

～𓆩ᥫ᭡𓆪

#MHA #katsuki bakugo x reader #x reader #bnha headcannons #bnha fanfiction #bakugou x reader

[crazyhearttragedy]

Shades of Ambition -Coriolanus Snow x Reader

Warning: This piece contains brief mentions of violence and manipulation.

AN: Hope you enjoy! Someone asked me to put warnings before the one shot, so I'll try doing that in the future. Thank you for 269 followers!

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A sea of glittering gowns and tailored suits flooded the Grand Ballroom, echoes of laughter and the clinking of champagne glasses filling the air. Amidst the opulence, you stood, an ambitious young socialite with dreams of making a name for yourself.

Just like Coriolanus Snow.

His name commanded attention, his mere presence capable of turning heads. Tonight, beneath the cascading chandeliers, he was a vision of aristocratic charm. His slicked-back silver hair framed his handsome face, and his piercing blue eyes surveyed the room with a calculating gaze that left you breathless.

It had been weeks since you first laid eyes on him. The conversation that shattered the silence of a gallery exhibition, where his wit and intellectual prowess outshone the artwork itself. From that moment on, you were mesmerized. Enthralled.

Desire fueling ambition, you maneuvered through the crowd, determined to captivate him. You spotted him engrossed in conversation with Capitol power players, politicians, and influential figures. Their words dripped with honeyed charm, masks of courtesy disguising their ruthless politics.

Your heart raced as you made your way closer, inching through the crowd like a predator stalking its prey. When you finally stood before Coriolanus Snow, his gaze fixated on you, and an inscrutable smile played on his lips.

"Mr. Snow," you greeted, your voice laced with confidence.

"Ah, if it isn't the enchanting (Y/N)," he responded, his voice smooth as silk. "What brings you to the lion's den tonight?"

You suppressed a nervous giggle, determined to maintain your composure. "A taste for adventure, or perhaps a desire to test my mettle against the fiercest predators," you replied, a hint of playful challenge in your words.

He regarded you for a moment before offering his arm. "In that case, why don't we explore the jungle together?"

You accepted his arm, feeling the thrill of danger mingling with the fluttering excitement in your chest. As you strolled through the ballroom, his conversation encompassed a vast range of topics, showcasing his breadth of knowledge. He possessed an insatiable thirst for power and influence, manipulating words with skillful precision.

Intrigued, you let yourself become entangled in his web of intellectual charms. The hours passed like fleeting moments, your laughter blending with his, each passing minute deepening the connection shared between you.

But the night was not simply a dance of intellect and flirtation. Hidden beneath the veneer of grandeur and decadence lay political undertones, each subtle movement a carefully calculated step towards a world dominated by power.

As the evening waned, the music slowing to a melancholic tune, Coriolanus Snow leaned in, his breath whispering against your ear. "I believe even the most delicate flowers could wield formidable power in the right hands," he murmured, his voice dripping with intent.

His words held an edge, awakening something within you, nurturing the prickling tendrils of ambition that had taken root in your soul. The collision of your aspirations and his persona was intoxicating, burning like the unquenchable fire of revolution.

But beneath the allure, a warning spark danced in his eyes, an undercurrent of darkness overshadowing his charm. It was a glimpse, a fissure through which your fascination was tinged with trepidation.

As the night drew to a close, you found yourself longing for more, for another chance to dance with the embodiment of ambition himself. But the path to power was not paved with roses, and the web of manipulation twisted ever tighter.

Time would reveal the true nature of this dance, where hearts would be broken, alliances shattered, and lines crossed. But for now, in the glow of the Grand Ballroom, you reveled in the tantalizing seduction of ambition and the dangerous allure of Coriolanus Snow.

Little did you know that the young man who held your thoughts captive would rise to become the most notorious leader Panem had ever known — President Coriolanus Snow.

#y/n #coriolanus x reader #coriolanus snow #coriolanus snow x reader #coryo snow #tbosas #the ballad of songbirds and snakes #hunger games #hunger games x reader #hunger games fanfic

[sleepingdeath-light]

gorgeous girl ; 18+

requested by ; anonymous (kinktober entry)

word count ; 690

content ; sexually explicit content, lingerie, mild themes of body worship, groping, clothed sex acts

fandom ; encanto

pairing ; luisa madrigal x gender neutral reader

read also on ; ao3

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If there was ever something you were certain of it was that Luisa Madrigal, your Luisa, was the most beautiful woman in the world. With those perfect coffee-bean brown eyes that you could get lost in for hours at a time, those chocolate curls that were so very soft that you couldn’t help but long to run your fingers through them and make all of her worries and stresses disappear, if only for a short while. Of course that’s not to mention her muscular figure (which you were naturally rather drawn to), but your Luisa was more than just her gift and her beauty reached far beyond the swells of her biceps or the breadth of her shoulders.

For example, it glimmered through whenever she smiled. Those confident self assured smirks she gave to the denizens of the village whenever they sought out her help, promising them that she’d come to the aid immediately with a determination in her tone that never failed to make you swoon. Those shy half smiles she sent your way whenever her family weren’t looking, combined with the slightest brushes of her fingertips against your own beneath the dining table as you stood side by side. Those face splitting grins that came over her whenever one of her sisters (or Camilo, even) said something that made her laugh — that bellowing, sonorous, church bell laugh so contagious that you couldn’t help but chuckle alongside her even if you didn’t even hear or see whatever left her so very amused.

Though that’s not to say you were completely blind to the beauty of her body, no, you just tried not to let your appreciation for her strong silhouette influence you too much outside of the bedroom. Tried desperately to not let your eyes linger on the defined curve of her calves or the strong swells of her arms when you were both out and about or, heaven forbid, around her family. But when you were in the privacy of her bedroom you let all pretences of politeness slip away so that you could show your Luisa just how beautiful she was.

How beautiful she is now, in this moment, all spread out before you on her bed like a piece of artwork to be adored and admired.

And admire you did.

Admiring the way the translucent, navy blue lace clung to the curves of her breasts, floral patterns delicately spreading out across her broad chest and blossoming into shapes too intricate to make out, leaving just enough to the imagination as they went. Leaning down to press kisses as light as butterfly wings against the textured fabric, chuckling at the way her breath hitched and her chest arched upwards into your lips each time you made contact — so very sensitive, how cute.

Worshipping the way the sheer layer atop it fluttered down further than the lacy bra could reach, just barely tickling against the midpoint of her stomach whenever she moved even the slightest bit. Tracing odd patterns across the expanse of her abdomen over the thin material and delighting in the way she chuckled and writhed beneath you, adorable even in such erotic wear but you’d have expected nothing else from her.

Praising her for spreading those strong legs wide to show off her pretty, matching underwear for you when you asked, just barely stopping herself from slamming them shut again when you reached down to gently trace a fingertip along her damp slit through the flimsy fabric. The shaky moan she let out was heavenly and so you did it again, and again, and again, one hand rubbing soothing circles on the outside of her thigh whilst the other toyed with her clothed pussy, trying to coax as many sounds from her lips as possible — eagerly basking in every moan and gasp and whimper and groan and cry of your name that she gave you,

Yes, your Luisa was beautiful, but tonight she was truly radiant. And you intended to spend the whole night showing her just how much you loved her and how lucky you felt to have her.

She only deserved the best.

#sleepingdeath #minors dni #ageless blogs dni #ageless blogs will be blocked #minors don’t touch #minors fuck off #disney smut #disney x reader #encanto smut #encanto x reader #luisa madrigal smut #luisa madrigal x reader

[snowmist-hashira]

Okay so, this is my first ever request. I was hoping to request the Slay x Snow fanfic-

I read the 'Tender Bites' and what if the same scenario happened but the position is vice versa? Like Mui's the one getting teased, not exactly the reader asking to be fed but something that made him flustered, surprise me :DD

NSFW will do the job, joke.

Take your time~ You've been posting recently, take breaks Snow ;3 Have a cup of tea/ coffee with Slay. HAHAHAHAHH

[Chapter title: Serendipitous Morning]

[Requested] Muichiro Tokitou x Reader

Wattpad:(One shots) Tokito Twins x Reader Archive:Kimetsu No Yaiba: Tokitou Twins x Reader Details: ♠ Information ♠ Master list: ♠ Muichirou Tokitou ♠ Word count: 1,038

Artist: むぎ@ご依頼受付中 [neko805308]

Links; Twitter

You shipper, calm the hell down on that fanfic. HAHA, I was joking there! Also I don't do NSFW, you lil shi- But here you go xD Let me know your thoughts on it. (Scheduled)

As Muichiro entered the café, a delightful aroma wafted through the air, instantly captivating his senses. The tantalizing scent of freshly brewed coffee mingled with the sweet aroma of freshly baked pastries, creating an irresistible combination that beckoned customers to indulge.

The rich, earthy notes of the coffee beans, meticulously ground and expertly brewed, permeated the space, creating an atmosphere of warmth and comfort.

The interior design was tastefully done, with warm lighting casting a soft glow upon the wooden tables and plush armchairs. The walls were adorned with local artwork, adding a touch of creativity and charm. Soft cushions and blankets were thoughtfully placed, inviting patrons to settle in and stay awhile.

Muichiro's gaze fell upon the figure seated at the table, and a flicker of recognition sparked within him. He walked purposefully towards the table, confirming his suspicion that it was indeed Y/n, someone familiar to him, who had also chosen this café for breakfast.

As he reached the table, Muichiro's lips curved into a small smile, mirroring the warmth in Y/n's greeting. "Oh, hey. Good morning," Y/n's voice reached his ears, her words laced with a friendly familiarity.

He reciprocated the greeting with a nod and a soft "Good morning" of his own.

She let out a yawn, catching Muichiro's attention. "You seem tired. Did you not sleep well?" he asked.

"I couldn't sleep. I was preoccupied with thoughts of you," Y/n replied nonchalantly, a mischievous smile playing on her lips. It was barely morning, yet she was already teasing him.

Muichiro's eyes widened in surprise at her unexpected response. He couldn't help but blush at her playful words, his heart skipping a beat. He wasn't sure how to respond, caught off guard by her confession.

The playful banter between them had always been a part of their dynamic, but this felt different. Her words held a hint of something more, something deeper.

"Me?" Muichiro managed to stammer, trying to hide his flustered state. "What were you thinking about?"

Y/n chuckled, taking a sip of her coffee. "Oh, you know, just like how you always manage to distract me,” she said with a mischievous glint in her eyes.

Muichiro's face flushed even more, and he couldn't help but feel a mix of excitement and nervousness. It was both thrilling and intimidating.

"I-I... um," Muichiro struggled to find the right words, his mind racing. "I... thought about you too," he admitted, his voice barely above a whisper.

Y/n’s playful smile turned into a genuine one as she looked at him. "Is that so? I guess we both have a lot on our minds, don't we?" To which Muichiro lowly nodded.

He then observed Y/n’s choice of breakfast, Muichiro tilted his head slightly. "Why didn't you order any sweets today?" he asked, his expression displaying a hint of curiosity that Y/n found endearing.

She chuckled softly and replied, "You're already sweet enough for me." Her playful teasing continued, adding a touch of flirtation to their morning conversation.

Muichiro blushed at her teasing words, a soft smile forming on his lips. He should’ve been used to her playful banter by now, but he couldn't deny that her words still had an effect on him.

Witnessing his adorable reaction, Y/n couldn't help but laugh and playfully decided to order a frappe for Muichiro as a delightful sweet treat in exchange for her teasing. When the frappe arrived, Muichiro graciously accepted it and took a sip, trying to hide the faint blush that adorned his cheeks.

"Ah, you have a bit of whipped cream on your bottom lip," Y/n pointed out, mirroring the gesture by pointing to her own lip. Muichiro attempted to wipe it away, but he ended up targeting the wrong spot, causing her to giggle.

Y/n decided to leaned in which made Muichiro’s heart skipped a beat, her thumb gently brushing against his lip to wipe away the whipped cream. The touch sent a jolt of electricity through him, and he couldn't help but blush at the intimate gesture.

But what happened next caught him completely off guard. Y/n’s tongue darted out to lick the whipped cream from her own thumb, her gaze locked with his. The sight was undeniably alluring and seductive, causing a rush of warmth to flood Muichiro's cheeks.

He found himself momentarily frozen, his mind racing with a mix of surprise and desire. Y/n’s boldness and teasing nature never failed to leave him speechless. It was moments like these that made him realize just how much he was drawn to her, her confidence and playfulness captivating him in ways he never expected.

Trying to regain his composure, Muichiro cleared his throat and looked away, his face still flushed. "You... um... you missed a spot," he managed to say, his voice slightly shaky.

She laughed, her laughter filled with a mix of amusement and satisfaction. "Did I now? Well, I guess I'll have to make sure I get it all," she said playfully, leaning in closer as she reached up to wipe the remaining whipped cream from his lip.

Muichiro's heart raced as Y/n’s fingers grazed his lip once again, her touch sending shivers down his spine. He couldn't help but feel a mix of excitement and anticipation, unsure of what would happen next in this playful exchange.

Muichiro mumbled, avoiding eye contact, "Y-You really know how to work your charm..."

Y/n’s playful smile softened into a gentle one as she noticed Muichiro's bashful reaction. She leaned back in her seat, giving him a bit of space.

"Well, I guess I've had some practice," she replied, half-jokingly with a chuckle. "But honestly, I'm just being myself. I find it enjoying to tease you, Muichiro."

Muichiro glanced back at her, his mint-colored eyes meeting her orbs. "You do it so effortlessly," he said, his voice a mixture of admiration and slight embarrassment.

Y/n shrugged playfully. "You're fun to tease, and your reactions are too adorable."

Muichiro's cheeks reddened even further at her compliment. He wasn't used to being on the receiving end of such teasing, but somehow, he didn't mind it when it came from Y/n.

Her playful nature and charm were enchanting, and he found himself drawn to her more with each passing day.

#muichiro x y/n #demon slayer kimetsu no yaiba #fanfiction #muichiro x reader #muichiro tokito #demon slayer #kimetsu no yaiba #one shot #female reader #x reader #requested #fluff #heartwarming #kny x reader #kny x you #anime x reader #demon slayer x reader #anime x y/n #demon slayer x y/n #demon slayer x you #kny muichiro #muichiro x you #kimetsu muichiro #kny x y/n #mist hashira #kimetsu no yaiba hashira #kny hashira #teasing #playful banter

[kydrogendragon]

Dec 20 - Frosted Windows

(Ao3 Link) (Masterpost Link)

Dream sits in front of the large bay windows in the guest room of Hob's flat. It is winter. The windows are frosted over, leaving delicate patterns, lace-like in their form over the surface. They blur the view both out and in. Dream takes comfort in that knowledge that he can not be viewed from here.

Hob, the curiosity that he is, left Dream a standing invite to visit whenever he so pleased. Dream had warned him the dangers of such, knowing how sweet turns sour with too much of his presence. And yet Hob had insisted. And Dream is not so strong as to refuse. Not anymore.

The warmth he had found in Hob Gadling upon his return was nearly overwhelming. It burned like fire across the core of his being. It threatened to warm parts of him long since frozen just as it had already melted the parts of him that he thought lost to the chill of glass and iron. The more Hob Gadling melts, the more Dream fear drowning in emotions and feelings he is not prepared to handle nor face. What he should do is stay away. And yet he does not. Which is why he is here in the first place.

Hob was not home when Dream had arrived. Hob had warned him of such but this was the first time it had occurred. He ought to have returned later in the evening or better yet, returned in a week. Or longer. Just to allow him time to tend to the swirling pool of things unnamed and untouched within him.

Instead, he wanders the flat unattended. He perused the various items and photographs that are strewn throughout the place. Pieces of time plucked from Hob's various lives live now on shelves and tables and walls. Stories echo and cry out, singing their songs of times long since past. Here, in the heart of Hob Gadling, he is warm.

There is a note, in hastily written script that Dream well recognizes from the sheets of graded essays and quizzes. It rests on a bottle of wine on the kitchen counter.

Dream -

Make yourself at home, obviously! If you're here and I'm not, this bottle is for you if you want it. Feel free to help yourself to anything else, though.

- H

Dream can't help but smile at the note. He takes the bottle by the neck and finds the wine glasses that Hob stores in the cupboard above the silverware. He grabs two, figuring that if his friend was to show soon, he wouldn’t need to grab a glass.

Pouring himself a glass, Dream wanders the flat, sipping at the sweeter wine as he goes. There are a variety of books, some published by Hob himself - for his doctorate and later on, for his professorship, he’d explained. Hob had smiled cheekily when showing Dream the copy of “The Common Man through History”, stating it was loosely based on his own experiences. All with supporting documentation, of course.

Dream wanders down the short hallway that lead towards the bathroom and two bedrooms. The walls are stacked with frames pictures and artwork. Most are photographs of Hob with those he’s met in this current life. There are a few from lives prior, he notes. Dream trails his fingers down the frame in front of him. It’s a candid shot of him. One Dream knows for certain Hob was unaware of being taken but it steals Dream’s breath away. It is of him and Hob, sitting at their usual table in the New Inn below. Dream is engrossed in the book Hob had brought him titled “Dreams and their Meanings.” He had scoffed throughout it, calling out the inaccuracies and grumbling when it had gotten a few things correct. It was a “gag gift” as Hob had called it, but the sight of him in this photo wasn’t what shook Dream to his core.

No. No it was the expression on his friend’s face that made the spot where he manifested a heart seize. Dream has every story, every tale and whisper of romance within him and knows upon seeing that look that it was one of pure adoration. His head rests in his hand as he gazes at Dream’s captured form with the sweetest of smiles upon his lips.

Dream looks away. It is too much. It shakes his foundation and cracks the firm earth of himself. Too much more and the tsunami it would create would easily wash Dream away with it. He’s not sure he could recover. So instead, he turns and continues his journey, locking away the thoughts and feelings deep within himself.

Which is how he found himself here now, sitting at the window in the guest bedroom. He hadn’t known of this bay seat before but with it’s views of the street and the lights below, it is quickly becoming a favorite. The extra glass sits at his feet along with the now half empty bottle of wine. He has refilled his own recently and rests his head against the cool glass.

The frost obscures his view just enough as to not cause panic. He had found that ever since his escape, he has become overly sensitive to it’s sights. Within the Dreaming, it is fine. He can feel the thrum and hum of dreams there and can feel the dreamstuff that the glass is made from. It is still his sand, it is still him, simply in a different shape. In the Waking, however…

He takes a breath, an unneeded one, but he finds it calms him. There was little air left in the sphere. But there is plenty of it in this room. He is safe. He is never not safe in Hob Gadling’s flat. His friend has ensured it. And Dream trusts him. An odd thing to think about, trust. There are few that Dream would give such value to and this immortal man has become one of them.

“I wondered where you’d wandered off to,” the soft timbre of his friend’s voice calls out into the dark room. Dream suppresses a jolt. He had not noticed his arrival.

He listens to the soft padding of clothed feet against the hardwood and sees from the corner of his eye as Hob sits at the other end of the bay seat. “Hey,” Hob says, his voice soft. “You okay?”

Dream slowly turns his gaze from the streets below to his friend, his forehead still pressed against the glass. His brows furrow. “Why would I not be?”

Hob wets his lips, his eyes flickering down to Dream’s hands. “I… Well. You’re bleeding, mate.” Dream blinks and looks down. The wine glass in his hand is cracked. It looks one small squeeze away from shattering, but bits of glass have already jutted out and have embedded themselves into the flesh of his palm. Black ichor drips from him, staining his pants and pooling into the dark red fabric of the window seat.

“Ah.” He eases his grip and the glass collapses in on itself. Glass rains down as does the last remaining bit of wine it had held. Hob flinches.

“Stay here, I’ll grab the first aid kit.” He jumps to his feet and points a finger at Dream. “Don’t touch the glass.” Dream nods and watches his friend’s figure disappear around the bend.

Perhaps he had not been as calm as he had thought.

Hob returns moments later with a plastic bag, a wet rag, and the first aid kit. He sets them down on the edge of the seat and kneels down at Dream’s feet. Dream watches as he carefully plucks up the largest bits of glass he can and places it into the bag. He repeats the process until it’s only small shards.

“Right,” Hob says, setting the bag onto the floor. He reaches for the first aid kit and opens it beside him. He grabs some gauze patches and ointment from within before turning to Dream. He feels guilty, suddenly, for causing the duress that’s reflected in his friend’s eyes. “Can I see your hand?”

Dream extends his arm, laying his hand into Hob’s outstretched palm. Dream takes another breath as the heat of his friend’s skin touches his own. He watches as Hob carefully plucks out the pieces of glass one by one until there is nothing left in his palm. More ichor pools from the wounds. It is odd. Dream wills the cuts closed - something that should be reasonably easy for him to accomplish - but they refuse.

Hob takes the wet rag and dabs it across his skin, lapping up the blood and cleaning the wounds. He gently presses some of the ointments across the various cuts before he places down the strips of gauze. He finishes his dressing with a roll of bandage which Hob expertly wraps around Dream’s hand. It is all unnecessary. He would heal as the damage was not substantial. But it does make for a better story, to be tended to and cared for, does it not? Perhaps that is why the cuts had not healed before.

With a gentle pat on the top of his hand, Hob looks back up. His eyes are wet with unshed tears. “Want to talk about it?” Does he? Dream is not sure. But his sister had advised him that such things would be good for him and he owes Hob some sort of explanation after destroying his window seat and his wine glass.

Taking another steadying breath, he nods and gestures back up to the spot Hob had sat at previously. Hob watches him carefully and he settles in. Dream rests his head back against the glass, finding the cold impartiality of it grounding against the inferno of care his friend exudes.

“Do you recall my telling of where I had been this past century?” Dream asks, watching through the frosted window pane as what looks to be the shape of a cat jump up on the dumpster below.

“You’d been captured by that Burgess asshole. Trapped for that whole time.”

“Yes.” He swallows, another unnecessary action, but one that feels correct. “But it was not with chains and cuffs that he kept me caged. It was with glass and iron. He kept me in a sphere, suspended above the summoning circle that held me there in his basement.”

He can see Hob tense from his peripheral. He does not speak. Dream waits for a moment, feeling the chill of the winter air from outside make its way through him like molasses.

“Glass, I have found, causes... unexpected reactions, here in the Waking. I believe it was this that was the reasoning for my loss of awareness in my grip.” He sighs, lifting his head away from the window and meeting his friend’s eyes. “I apologize.”

Hob stares up at him, his face one of unadulterated sadness and concern. “Dream, my friend, I couldn’t care less about the wine glass. I was just worried about you. Do you-” His gaze flicks to the window and back to Dream. “We can go to the kitchen if you’d like. No windows in there.”

“Perhaps.”

Hob stands, holding his hand out to Dream with a smile. “C’mon. I’ll make us some tea, yeah?”

Dream hums as he takes his friend’s hand. The cold that had seeped into him vanishes instantly and is replaced by Hob’s heat. It flickers up his arm and nestles right into the core of him. He knows it will ruin him but Dream finds he can not care. Not when he knows, with certainty, that Hob will be there to catch him when he falls.

#dreamling #hob gadling #dream of the endless #the sandman #ky writes #december writing list #kydrogen's december drabbles 2023

[cinnamokittykat]

Merry Christmas. I meant to get this out earlier lol.

Pt. 4 - Inspired by @puff0o0 's artwork

(Btw I'm open to suggestions about a name for the series)

It was now a few days into the school year. Schedules had been settled, work had started, and you already wished for the next break. You had tried to get your classes changed to ones with your friends, but to no avail. You still got to see them at lunch though, so there was that.

Math class once again proved to be a struggle. After dinner, you found yourself hunched over your desk, staring at the numbers as they sort of tangled and knotted themselves together, like a ball of yarn. Like the yarn sitting in a basket in the corner, you had put away your summer crotchet projects for the time being. They sat next to big, fluffy, cozy pink bed.

You turned back to focusing on your math homework, taking a sip of tea as you did. Ugh, why can't I figure out this second half?

You set your pencil down, getting ready to give up when you get a knock at your door.

"Sweetie? There's someone here to see you." Your mother calls out to you.

"Alright, I'll be right out!"

You pull a sweater over your tank top and open your door. Who's visiting me this late into the evening?

Walking downstairs, you turned the corner into the living room, only to see König nervously sat in a chair, your father eyeing him down in the chair across.

"You know this... boy?" Your father enquires, voice laced with a touch of venom. He scans König up and down at the last word.

"Yeah, he's in my class. What's going on?"

"Well I-" König started, but was quickly interrupted.

"He knocked on the door, at 7 in the evening, mind you, to ask about 'homework'". Explains your father in an accusatory manner.

"Oh, you're having trouble with the math too?" You acknowledge the nervous boy sitting in the arm chair.

"Y-yes I, uh-" He adjusts the collar of his band t-shirt, holding up the paper packet. It had the second half filled in, but the first was completely blank.

"I will leave if you want me to." He addresses your father this time, who's face had softened slightly. The middle-aged man's brow furrows, and he points to the kitchen table.

"You both will stay right there!"

König nods frantically and walks over to the table, almost bumping his head on the door frame. You run upstairs to grab your work before joining him.

"Would you like anything to drink? We have water, tea, soda..." You ask, unsure of how to approach the situation.

"Ja, um, tea is fine."

"Black?"

"Yes."

You brewed two cups of tea and brought them out to the table. He was examining the two packets in front of him, comparing the problems against each other. You took a seat next to him, making sure to leave adequate space between the two of you.

"So, you are having trouble with 10 through 20?" He asked, pointing with a pencil.

"Yeah, none of the solutions I come up with make sense, I think I'm missing a step."

"I see. Show me your process."

You picked up the pencil and started scribbling down the various numbers and equations. The feeling of his eyes boreing into you as you worked had your palms feeling clammier than usual.

"No, no no. You missed a step." He puts a hand on your hand that holds the pencil, before quickly taking it away again.

"So, you need to remember to use the right operation here..." He says, pointing at the equation.

"Oh... that makes sense." You say, feeling strangely dumb. You erase your work and do the problem again. König gives you a thumbs up as you finish, your answer finally looking right.

"And your work?" You ask.

He hands you his packet, and his work is written out with numbered steps but messy scrawl. You look over it, and quickly find the issue.

"Hey, I think you're misunderstanding the formula, let me show you an easier way to do it."

You erase his work and begin showing him your method. His face lights up with newfound understanding.

"Ohhhhhh... Danke. I get it now." He sets to work on his paper, and you get to work yourself.

As you worked, you found yourself looking up from your paper to gaze at the once intimidating metalhead when you were bored of Math. His long, messy brown hair cascaded down in front of his face, swaying from side to side ever so slightly as he worked.

As you finished your second to last problem, you glanced up once again, only to be met by his blue eyes, only to have them quickly torn away from you when he hastily found another place to look. The heat in your cheeks was almost unbearable at this point.

Finally, both of you had your homework finished. König finished his tea and stood up.

"I should be going now. I hope I have not overstayed my welcome." He glanced at your father, who was sitting in a chair watching TV.

"Don't worry about him, he's just... protective."

You walked to the doorway together, and he stopped just as he got to the other side of the doorway. You stopped beside him, hugging yourself in your arms because of the cold conditions.

"Thank you for helping me. I'll see you at school tomorrow, right?"

"Yes, of course!" You smile at each other. He looks down at you, moving his hair aside. You truly felt small next to him, and it only had you worry about your outward composure more.

"Goodnight, I hope you sleep well." His eyes crinkled, and his sharp canines just peaked through as he talked.

"Goodnight!" You chirp back, before going back inside. Your mother was already in bed, so you just walked over to hug your father and wish him a goodnight.

"Sleep well sweetheart. Now, I don't know how I feel about that boy, he's one of those 'punks' isn't he?"

"No dad, I think that's different. Also he's very nice."

Your dad only sighs as you walk upstairs to your room. As you tuck yourself into bed, you find yourself kicking your feet reminiscing about those glances you two shared, the little touches, the tension. But then you stopped yourself.

"It really can't really be anything. I mean, a girl like me going out with a guy like him, my father would have a heart attack! There are other guys anyways..."

#konig #konig mw2 #cod konig #konig cod #konig fanfiction #konig modern warfare #cod x you #original character #chubby reader #plus size reader

[13as07]

Object #8

(Akatsuki Smut)

[Artwork is not mine! Credit to Pixiv Id]

Requested by: Anonymous

Word Count: 4,727

Warnings and/or Pre-Notes:

It got worse? Or maybe better? Idfk

Characters Include: Deidara, Hidan, Kisame

Name Calling: Explosion, Firecracker, Angel, Sacrifice, Whore, Bitch, Idiot, Guppy, Baby

Knife/Blood Play

Human Carving

Oral (male and female receiving)

Improper use of blood

Boob-Job/Titty Fondling (I think that's what it's called. Correct me if I'm wrong)

Toxic Religious Practices

Face-Fucking/Humping

Improper use of a knife (yes, like that; I need serious help)

Biting/Bite Marks

Praising

Pussy Shot

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     "My little explosion!" Deidara yells, getting a grumble from Tobi who's stretched out in my lap, enjoying the tummy rubs I've been giving him. "Marco?" The bomber calls from the hallway, making me softly giggle.

"Polo."

There's silence and then the pattering of feet along the hallway. Tobi continues to grumble, turning over to wrap his arms around me. "You should just stay here, okie dokie?"

"You have to share," I hum, sliding my fingers over his shirt again, focused on drawing out the symbols of the alphabet. He whines, arms tightening around me like that'll stop Deidara from ripping me out of his grasp. "You're fine, Tobs. We can hang out after I'm done with Deidara."

     The boy whines again but does roll off of me, settling by my side on his bed. "He's so boring. I'm much more fun. Stay here."

     "In your dreams," Deidara says, pushing the bedroom door open. A smile breaks out on his face when his eyes land on me, his metaphorical tail wagging. "There you are."

     "Here I am."

     The youngest member works his way into the room, his arms sliding under mine to lift me off the bed. "And now you're not here," he says, carrying me out of the room. Once we're across the threshold, I'm placed on my feet again, Deidara's fingers laced through mine to lead me forward. "We're going to go have sex."

     "I figured," I mutter, teasingly rolling my eyes at him. "Though you do know - "

     "Just oral, I know," he cuts me off, glancing at me before tugging me down the hallway again. "Getting head is nice," he mumbles, pushing his door open before I'm pulled after him. "And giving you head is great too," Deidara adds, almost buzzing as he pulls me toward the bed. I chuckle at the eager boy, tugging my hand out of his hold. "You should give me head. Right now," he pushes, gripping at my hand again.

     "I can do that," I answer, letting him cling to my fingers. "Do you want to sit down?"

"Yes," He pushes out quickly, falling to the edge of the bed. I can't tell if he's bouncing from excitement or almost body-slamming down. "Open your mouth, Firecracker," Deidara buzzes, his hands shoved down his pants to pull his dick out.

     I giggle at the ball of energy, sinking to my knees and letting my mouth hang open. My elbows rest on his knees, looking up at him as I wait for my next order. "Oh! Hold on!" He chirps, picking my elbows off of him before he leaves me alone by the bed.

     My eyes trail after Deidara, watching him shift through his drawers, pulling out one of his clay knives before settling back in his spot. "Come here, Firecracker," he mutters, positioning my elbows on his knees again. "I'm going to carve my owl into you this time," he continues, most of his focus on slowly sliding my dick into my mouth.

     I hum in response, puffing out my cheeks so I can take him easier. "Make sure you focus, my beautiful muse. Just because I enjoy your blood doesn't mean I enjoy mine," he teases, his fingertip trailing over my upper arm.

     Again I hum, slowly bobbing my head and doing my best not to move my arm around. As I start sucking, the tip of Deidara's knife starts trailing over my arm, quickly dipping further into my skin. On reflex my teeth try to clench, making it that much harder not to nip the dick down my throat.

     I bob my head faster, swirling my tongue around Deidara's cock. The sooner I can get him to finish, the sooner I can slide him out of my throat and stop worrying about nicking him. I know it won't be long until he finishes, the baby of the crew lacking the self-control to last after being untouched for so long.

     His eyebrows press together, the scope on his eye shifting to focus on my newest carving better. Though, he's probably focusing on not finishing so quickly if the mutters and noises attempting to hide under his breath are a hint to the thoughts behind his eye.

It doesn't work. The inexperienced bomber explodes down my throat, a small whine tumbling from him when he does. "That's not fair," he whines, disregarding his current artwork for a second, his hands cupping my elbows as he complains.

I pull myself off him, sending a smile his way. "How isn't it fair? You are the one that finished, not me."

"I know," he grumbles, using his hold on me to tug me to my feet. "My turn," Deidara cheers, his attitude doing a one-eighty once I'm off my knees.

I roll my eyes at the eager boy, crawling on his bed before situating myself on my back. "Always so eager to please, aren't you?" I tease, my hands instantly toying with his hair as the arsonist slides between my legs.

"Of course. I have to make sure my muse is taken care of," he says, Deidara's tone surprising me that there's not a 'duh' at the end of his sentence. "Relax, Firecracker. All you have to do is look stunning."

Again, I roll my eyes at his eagerness, toying with the end of his ponytail. The boy wastes no time, burying his head under my skirt and greedily sucking on the skin of my inner thighs. The forced bruises to my skin take away some stinging pain from my arm, but not all of it.

     Deidara hums to himself as he works, the sound getting muffled when his tongue starts to dance through my folds. "You're always so taste, my Pretty Explosion," he mumbles, layering my clit with short quick flicks of his tongue.

     "Thank you," I mutter, twirling his hair in hopes it'll help me not pull on it. "You always do such a good job."

     The praise only boosts his eagerness more, his arms hooking under my legs, dragging me forward to help himself bury further into me. An arm squirms out from around my knees, clumsily finding its way between us. "Deidara," I husk out, the tongue on his hand sliding out to start poking at my hole.

     "Firecracker?" He murmurs, his face shifting out to look at me as he starts sucking in my clit. His tongue slides in, sliding against my walls in time with the tongue circling my clit sucked into his mouth. I change my mind, Deidara's unnatural number of tongues is why he's my favorite.

     He takes his time, slowly prodding at my hole, softly sucking my clit while sliding teasing circles again it. The little pleasure top goes nice and slow, as if to punish me for being away too long, not that I mind. "Dara?" I breathe out, my orgasm following suit and slowly building up.

     He hums again, eyes still wandering over me to drink in my reaction. "Am I doing good?" He asks before falling back into place, the small break helping to push my finish forward.

     "Ya, yes. You always do such a good job. You're doing so good baby," I coo, twirling his ponytail before letting it tumble back into place. My cute little blonde.

     My thighs smoother his thin face, his eye lightening up as he releases what's about to happen. "Fuck," I hiss, Deidara's pace picking up, the boy as ecstatic as ever to push me over the edge and lap up the mess. "Slow... slow down a - " I cut myself off, a moan spilling out as I gush onto his tongues.

     "Yes," he mutters under his breath, dragging out the word he tried - and failed - to hide from me. Deidara's tongues go back to lightly dancing over me, trying to be gentle as they clean up my spill. "Stop squirming," he giggles, using his free hand to pin my hips to my bed.

     "Stop licking at me and I won't be squirming," I huff, squeezing his cheeks between my thighs again.

     He laughs again, his tongues leaving me as he pulls away. The material of my skirt is gently pulled back into place as Deidara decorates my knees in kisses. "Firecracker?" I let out a hum, eyes half-lidded as I watch him toy with his knife. "Now that you've finished, can I get head again?"

     I let out an airy chuckle as I sit up straight, cupping his cheeks to gently shake his head back and forth. "I just gave you head. How are you already hard again?"

     "It's your fault," he whines, crawling onto the bed next to me. "You make the prettiest sounds and the most beautiful face when you're enjoying my tongues," Deidara praises, his hands tugging at my legs, the teeth and tongues on his hands working at marking more of my skin. "Please?" He continues to whine, situating me between his knees, my arm back in place on his thigh so he can finish his carving.

      "I suppose I can do that for you," I mumble in a fake annoyed tone, my tongue already sliding over the tip of his penis.

     "Good," he breathes out, patting around the bed for his knife. A moment or two later, the sharp edge of the knife is badly digging into my skin, counting to carefully carve Deidara's owl sculpture into me.

     Just like last time, my main focus is on not accidentally snapping my jaw shut from the pain spilling from my upper arm. Despite his yearning to be sucked off again, I can tell he's not going to last as long this time; not that he lasted very long last time.

     "Slow down," he mumbles, his curving getting slower and eye blinking a mile a minute. Instead of being nice, I mimicked Deidara and pick up the pace. "Hey," he whimpers, dropping the knife back on the bed before his fingertips toy with the edges of the cut. "I said slow down."

"That's no fun," I shoot back before dropping back down his dick, the tip poking the back of my throat before sliding down nicely.

Another pitched whimper spills from him, marking the start of his orgasm seconds before he spills down my throat again. Deidara leans forward, his mouth cupping my new cuts and his tongue sliding over the valleys of it, slurping up my blood to hide away his noises. New pains spark from his curious tongue, a mix of the pain and having his dick so far down my throat prickling the corners of my eyes with tears.

When Deidara pulls away, fingertips wrapping up my hair to pull me off of him, a big toothy grin is on his face. His lips are stained with my blood, a stain that he transfers to my face when he litters me in kisses. "You should blow me again."

"Dead Lord, Dara," I chuckle, moving to situate myself on his lap, making sure the material of my skirt is between us. The last thing I need is to accidentally tease the hormonal boy under me and make his hormones spark even more. "Your dick is a little limb at the moment. How about we cuddle for a few minutes? It'll give both of us a nice break."

"Or I could eat you out again," he chirps, flipping us over. I lay out on the bed, letting him crush me under his weight. At this rate, I don't think I'll be able to go back to hanging out with Tobi. "Ready my perfect exploration?" Deidara asks, already tucking his head under my skirt.

Next time Pain takes me on an extended break, maybe I should bring Deidara with me cause Dead Lord does this boy have a sex drive. "Sure baby," I hum, situating my knees over his shoulders, preparing to be overstimulated for the rest of the time I'm with him.

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     The clock next to Nagato's bed rings, tipping me off to Hidan's soon-to-be arrival. The toxic follower of Jashin prays twice a day: Noon and six pm. Like clock-work, as I'm leaning over to turn off the alarm, the bedroom door slams open. "Angel!" I swear, what's with people and slamming doors open? Knock, or at the very least open the door like a civilized person. Thought I guess no one here is civilized.

"Hello Hidan," I mumble, leaving my book on the bedside table before I crawl out of my spot.

Before I'm even fully situated on my feet, I'm wrapped up in his limbs and carried out of the room. What's the point of having working legs if everyone is going to carry me everywhere? "I've been thinking," he starts - which is never a good thing, "about how I can't fuck you." I let out a hum, nodding my head along-side his babbling. "Though I guess it doesn't matter since the boss said I can still use your mouth."

Sometimes I wonder if Hidan was born a natural blonde. Especially in moments like this when he says the most pointless shit just to hear himself talk. "But I think I want to use your boobs." Maybe his ramble isn't as pointless as I thought.

     "I don't think my boobs are big enough for that," I mutter, being set on my feet long enough for Hidan to open the door to his Jashin Shrine - I mean, his room.

     "What you have will do. Besides whatever isn't wrapped in your breasts can be wrapped up by your mouth," he cackles, dragging me into the chilled darkness of the... well, sadist-worshipping space.

Like always, I'm tugged into the center of the paint on the floor, pushed to my knees, and told "Stay. Undress."

He leaves me to my devices, busying himself with collecting the circle's candles and scurrying off to find something to nick me with. As the obsessive worshipper runs around, I obey his orders, peeling my clothes off, and tossing them out of the sacrificial circle before I settle on the floor again.

Unlike last time, I wised up a bit from Hidan's jealousy and had Deidara wrap his curving this time. He bitched and whined a lot but did give in and wrapped my arm in bandages after I promised to unwrap it after both of my 'worshipping' times.

     "What the hell happened to you?" Hidan asks, appearing in front of me before shoving his fingertips into my wound, causing fresh blood to soak into the bandages.

     My eyes flicker around, trying to think of a reason. "Sasori got knife happy," I mutter, getting a shrug from Hidan as he settles on the ground.

     "That makes two of us," he tells me, gripping my wrist and tugging it toward himself. Unlike Deidara, Hidan digs the knife right into my wrist, mercilessly ripping my skin open and letting a river of blood spill out. He stabs himself with the knife, using his thigh as a knife holder. "Your titties are hot," he mutters, picking up and squeezing my newest cut, letting my blood soak into the whittles of the candle.

     "Fucking hot," Hidan repeats once the candles are coated, squeezing one of my breasts before leaving me to set up and light the candles. It doesn't take long for him to return, this time standing over me instead of sitting across from me. "Come here," he grumbles, snatching my wrist with one hand as the other one dips into his pants to pull out his cock.

Again, my new wound is squeezed, the warmth of my blood trickling out and numbing just a bit of my pain. Hidan shifts my wrist, hovering it over his dick so my blood coats it. "Press those fucking titties around my cock," he orders, dropping my wrist.

I situate myself on my knees better, sliding his dick into the valley between my boobs before doing what I'm told. The stickiness of my blood coats my boobs as I move, using my titties to jerk Hidan off. My mouth falls open too, letting my spot spill out and coat the sadist as a better form of lube.

"My Lord Jashin," he starts, hands buried into my hair and shoving my face down. His dick slips past my lips, Hidan's bullshit prayers spilling out as he jerks my head up and down. His cock bullies itself, the tip shoved into my mouth and the shaft sliding between my breasts. Muffled gags spill from me, his fast pace threatening to make me sick

It doesn't take long for me to start hurting, my ribs aching from pressing my boobs together, my throat starting to go raw from being fucked so rough, and my stomach hurting from suppressing my sick feeling. Luckily, Hidan shoved his penis down my throat, his cum spilling out. "Thank you Jashin. Please grace us with further immortality, health, and prosperity." Fucking weirdo.

I focus on my breathing and continue to not get sick as he stays buried down my throat, head dipped back as he pants and continues to praise Jashin. "Your turn!" He cheers, tugging himself out of my mouth, using my hair to tug me on all fours.

"My turn?" I ask, more to the ground than to Hidan, courtesy of him still clinging to strands of my hair.

"Yes, I'm going to fuck you while you thank Jashin and ask for the blessings you want to receive from him, like a good sacrifice."

"You can't fuck me, Pain said so," I remind him, trying to loosen his grip on me.

"Maybe I'll fuck you anyway."

"Put your dick anywhere near my vagina and I'll scream," I dare him, still tugging on his wrist.

"Pain isn't home," Hidan points out, his fingertips ghosting through my pussy. "He won't be able to hear you from where the hell he's at."

"No, but Konan is and everyone knows she rides Pain's dick harder than you ride Jashin's."

Hidan drops my hair, a rough smack landing on my ass, and pulling a yelp from me. "I swear, you're just thirsting for Jashin to kill you, you ungrateful whore," he grumbles, pushing me to the ground before flipping me over. "Maybe I should kill you," he mutters, tugging the knife from his thigh to rub it against my throat, not enough to cut me but enough to cost me with his blood.

"Or," I start the sudden reminder of how insane Hidan is sending freezing fingers of fear down my spine. "I... I... I can ask for forgiveness during my prayers."

He thinks about it for a second, still dancing the tip of the knife back and forth over my throat. "I suppose we can do that, can't we Angel?" I quickly nod my head, keeping the shakes swallowing so I don't cut myself. "I'm glad we agree! Now come here again," Hidan cheers, snatching my wrist again.

This time he shoves the handle of the knife into the open wound of my rest, the metal of it making my whole arm sting. "Knock it off, that hurts!" I yelp, trying to pull my wrist away from him.

"Stop being a bitchy little whore. I'm doing this for you," he grumbles, flipping it onto the other side of the handle before shoving it against the wound again. "Ungrateful bitch." Once the knife is finally pulled off, it's replaced by Hidan's tongue sliding over the cut, his paleness quickly coated by the black mainframe and white strips that make up his voodoo form. "Your blood is so tasty," he mutters, sinking his teeth into it, forcing blood to spill out faster.

"Hidan," I hiss, the name coming out more as a sob than the anger I was trying for. I'm ignored, the immortal continuing to use his teeth to rip my wound open further and using his tongue to guzzle my blood. I swear the little shit is a vampire.

     When he finally pulls away, his eyes are gleaming with joy. "Alright, time for you to pray," he tells me, shifting my legs up, and pushing my knees to my chest. "Jashin, I can't wait to use your pussy again," Hidan mutters, his still blood-soaked tongue twirling through my pussy once. "But for now, focus on Jashin," he adds, shoving the butt of the knife into my hole.

     "Fuck, Hidan. What the hell?!" I yell, jerking upward, my hands gripping his hair as I pant, trying to calm the tears in my eyes and the pain rippling from my cunt.

     "Pray," he orders, shoving me back onto my back, his eyes seeming to glint even more from my discomfort. Why's he always such a jackass?

     More pain wrinkles through me when Hidan starts thrusting the knife in and out of me. "Fuck... Jashin," I mutter, hoping the sooner I get out a prayer, the sooner he'll knock his shit off. "I would... would like to apologize for disgracing you," I rush out, tears starting to spill down my cheeks as the handle is thrust faster. "Thank you for... for all my blessing recently, for my safety and... and I would... like to ask for further health and prosperity."

     "How cute! Jashin will be so happy!" Hidan cheers, pounding the knife in and out of me still, soft yelps of pain spilling from me. "I'm so happy," he says, finally pulling the knife out of me, raising it to lick the blood and pussy juices off of it. "Your ah... pussy is bleeding a bit," he mutters, finger swirling around as it points at my pussy.

     "I thought you were into period sex," I grumble, snapping my legs shut, squeezing them together as much as I can.

     "I am but this isn't your period. Your cycle doesn't start for another eleven days. If I'm going to eat your bleeding pussy I want it to be naturally bleeding."

     "You track that?" I ask, shooting upright, causing new sparks of pain to swirl through my vagina and legs.

     "Duh, idiot," he grumbles, collecting my clothes before throwing them at me. I'm left to dress alone, Hidan busy snuffing out his candles. What a fucking sociopath.

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     "Dolly," Tobi hums, slithering back into Nagato's room. "I'm back with a new ice pack," he adds, shaking the cloth-wrapped cooling device as proof.

     "Thank you," I whisper, lifting my hips to remove the defrosted one. Why does Hidan always have to be so rough? Why does he leave me so sore every single time?

     Tobi places the new one under me, gently pushing my hips back down before his fingers slide through my hair. "I'll be right back, okie dokie?"

     "Okie dokie," I echo, hunching back over in the bed, my head buried in my arms and my chest pressed into the mattress. Tobi grabs the watery ice pack before skirting out of the room again, leaving me alone.

     I'm not alone for long though, a knock on the door notifying me that I have another visitor. I shift up being met with the Akatsuki's great white shark poking his head into the room. I flip my head back down, a long whimper spilling from me. "Kisame, I can't," I whine, continuing to throw a hissy fit.

     "I'm sure you can, Guppy," he coos, walking into the room. His big hand rests on my head, shifting around to nuzzle my hair. "I just want to hump and nibble on you."

     "Kisame," I wail, continuing to pout. "It's going to hurt."

     "I'll go nice and slow, I promise," he chuckles, hand sliding down to cup my throat, using it to push me upright. "You'll be fine."

     "Meanie," I whine again, sticking my lip out to continue my pout.

     "Baby," he shoots back, bending down to nibble on my lip. He tugs on it, replacing his teeth with a kiss when he loses his hold on my lip. "Be a good Guppy and take your shirt off."

“Fine,” I grumble, tugging the material off.

Kissme’s hand slides off my neck, trailing over my shoulder and down my back to unsnap my bra. His lips continue to brush against mine, his hands twirling in small and slow circles down my sides before gripping my hips. I’m lifted long enough for him to position himself on the bed. “Can you be a good Guppy again?”

I nod my head yes, my fingertips tapping around his neck, being careful not to touch his gills. He chuckles, stamping a few kisses on my cheek as he rubs my sides again. “Take my dick out and start grinding yourself on me.” My hands fall, quickly sliding under Kisame’s waistband and wrapping around his thick cock to pull it out.

He hums in approval, lifting my hips to situate himself against my pussy. “Your cunt is chilled,” he chuckles, hands sliding forward and up to cup my breasts.

“Hidan fucked me with a knife handle,” I shortly explain, shifting my hips forward. I shove down the whimper that bubbles when Kisame’s tip snags on my hole.

“Remind me to rip Hidan’s throat out,” he grumbles, head dipping to rest against my boobs. Kisame’s teeth graze my skin before digging in, their sharpness easily sinking into my flesh.

I continue humping again Kisame’s dick, sliding myself back and forth. It doesn’t take long for arousal to mix with the stinging of my aches. It also doesn’t take long for the snagging on my pussy to push out my whiners of pain. “You’re doing so good,” he coos, releasing my skin long enough to praise me and find a new spot to sink into.

Small rivers of blood trickle from the bite wounds, staining his teeth red as he chomps on me. “Kisame,” I whine, sobs threatening to bubble up with my whimpers of pain. “It hurts.”

“What hurts?” He grumbles, switching to my other breast, and quickly tearing at the new section of flesh. “Your boobs? Your boobs look delicious, I can’t help myself,” he mutters, shifting an inch or two before stamping another teeth imprint into me. “I’m sorry, Guppy,” he apologizes, tongue sliding out to coat the muscle with the same paint covering his teeth. “Just keep grinding, I’ll be done soon.”

I let my arms dangle over his shoulders, my nails clinging to his shoulder blades. I ignore the pain, sliding against him faster. “Just like that, Guppy,” he coos again, his hands clinging to my hips to help me grind against him better. “You’re doing so good, going through so much pain for me,” praises fall from his lips like water, a hand slithering over and dipping down.

Kisame’s fingertips are rubbing lightly, the calluses that have built over the years of sword-work counteracting the soft touches. “Don’t,” I whine, the touches making me pulse, adding new numbed ripples of pain to echo through my body.

“Why not? I want you to feel good too,” he chuckles, snatching my nipple between his lips, and grinding his teeth against it.

“That hurts too,” I continue to pout, clinging to him harder. “You’re hurting me.”

“You’re fine,” he mutters, eyes flickering up as he sucks my nipple into his mouth. He suckles on it, tongue slithering over the ache. “The gushier you are the quicker I’ll finish,” Kisame adds after releasing my tit.

His head rests against mine, softly knocking against me before he settles. “I’m close, Guppy, I promise. Just a little longer. You’re doing so good, so perfect.” Kisame is a lot like his partner, a rough serial killer who is soft and sweet when we’re alone.

“Fuck,” he grunts, tugging me forward again, his dick snagging on my hole again. His tip toys with my hole, poking at it but not enough to slip in. At least he does until my pussy is coated in the wetness and warmth of his cum. “Good Guppy,” he grunts, the tip still in action with the want to shove as much of his seed into me as he can without breaking his orders.

“Dolly, I’m back!” Tobi’s voice rings out, pulling a groan from Kisame.

“Why am I always the one getting walked in on while using you?”

“I don’t know,” I giggle, twirling his short hair around my fingertips. “Maybe next time we won’t get walked in on.”

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[maryamsweb]

ILLICIT AFFAIRS, miles morales

“so you leave no trace behind

like you don't even exist

synopsis: in which felicia comes back to brooklyn.

a/n: this is apart of my other story, “holy ground,” but could also be read as a standalone! this is just a blurb before i write for atsv!!

miles swung through the darkened streets of brooklyn, donning his spider-man suit as he embarked on his routine night patrol. the city was alive with the familiar sounds of cars honking, people chattering, and the occasional distant siren. as he perched on a rooftop, he noticed a faint glow emanating from a nearby museum.

curiosity piqued, miles decided to investigate. he descended gracefully from the rooftop, landing on the street below. making his way towards the illuminated museum, he noticed that the lights inside were still on. with caution in his step, he approached the entrance and peered through the glass.

inside, he saw the flickering of fluorescent lights, casting a surreal glow on the artwork displayed within. the museum seemed deserted except for a figure moving about. from the distance, miles couldn't make out the person's face clearly, but he assumed it was just a janitor going about their duties.

deciding to give the person some privacy, miles turned around, prepared to resume his patrol. but just as he shifted his weight, he heard a subtle sound—a soft, barely audible thud. his spider-sense tingled, alerting him to the presence of someone nearby. he swiftly spun around, only to catch a glimpse of felicia, gracefully leaping out of a roof access door she had cut open.

“you look good.” she landed silently on the museum floor, a sly smirk playing across her lips.”been working out?”

“no.” he adjusted his stance, clearing his throat and placing his hands on his hips, attempting to regain his composure. "i mean, yeah, i've been hitting the gym," miles replied, his voice filled with a mix of surprise and amusement.

felicia scratches her claws on the glass door, a mischievous glint in her eyes. "you got that suit from aunt may? you two still in contact?" she asks, her voice laced with curiosity. miles appears nervous, his gaze shifting slightly. "that's a lot of questions," he stammers.

felicia smirks and leans against the door. "well, I'm curious," she replies, her tone playful. miles can't help but smile. "i hear that's bad for cats," he teases, attempting to regain his composure.

without warning, felicia reaches out and takes a painting off its display. miles' eyes widen in surprise. a mischievous laughter escapes her lips as she effortlessly snaps the painting in half.

miles exclaims, alarmed, "hey, what are you doing?!" his voice echoes through the museum. felicia swiftly retrieves a flash drive from inside the broken painting. "it was really nice seeing you, spider," she says, her voice dripping with amusement. With a quick leap, she vanishes through the hole in the roof, leaving miles standing there, calling out to her desperately. "hey! f-felicia!"

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