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satoruhour · 8 months

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Accidentally sending gojo a nude and before you can properly apologise he sends a video of his own which leads to..well🫣

BABY BLUE SWEETNESS

a/n: my clit grew hands and wrote this. combined this w/ a part 2 of being gojo’s roommate / tagging @jabamin @hyomagiri @utahimeow @lov3rbody my gojo fuckers

wc: 3.7k (I HAVE GOT TO STOP WRITING SM ....)

warnings: mutual pining, roommate!gojo, dom!gojo, he gets rough but only bc he loves ur pussy sssoooo much, sending nudes by accident to gojo, semi-public m! masturbation, filming (on gojo’s end), pet names, praise, slight f! masturbation, oral / cunnilingus, nipple play, bit of dialogue during sex, unprotected sex, creampie / breeding kink (twice!), multiple rounds, implied m! oral, n*sfw under the cut

the next week goes by uneventfully.

but you think there’s hardly anything worth happening when you hadn’t even said anything about that: standing outside satoru’s room, hearing his pleasured moans along with the slickness of his hand on his cock and watching him at his most vulnerable with whispers of your name.

gojo did have a few moments of weakness — brief bouts of failing to meet your eyes, stuttering, but he was still predominantly himself after, throwing laundry on the floor and leaving the toilet paper roll unfilled. by date, he was the messiest roommate you’ve roomed with, compared to sleeping over at shoko’s and geto’s places before; sure it was obvious enough being friends with him since high school, though you hadn’t thought that the rowdy, outgoing way that he spoke would translate into his living space, too.

and despite being the one who has the upper hand that very day you decided to stop and watch, he still manages to have some sort of hold on you, catching you off-guard at the worst times.

“any luck with the mods?” gojo peeks over at your laptop over at the small dining table, your leg propped up and a scowl on your face at how you were still on the waitlist. while mr. perfect beside you has gotten every module he’s bidded for, a course on philosophy, romantic and 20th century music as well as an online mod about ethics.

“i don’t even know why you got that last one! funny how the most annoying person who has anything but morals is entering an ethics course.” maybe it was the fact that you’ve already waited one and a half weeks. perhaps it was that one piece of clothing gojo loved to leave on the floor, or simply it was just because of the man himself — you were on your wit’s end with the week.

that fades away when you’re turning your head and gojo is right there, hovering over your computer screen with a sly smirk on his face and his stupid bright, blue eyes that you could spend hours staring at.

“you wound me, baby,” gojo whispers, like it was a secret between the two of you and he pulls away, both hearts beating an unnatural speed at the proximity. gojo swears to himself he’ll never call you anything close to that or be that close because it’s absolutely not good for his heaving chest and hardening dick — those pretty plump lips of yours and the innocent look on your face — he wanted to both kiss it and fuck it.

and yet, on dormitory movie nights where you’re sat on both ends of the couch with geto and shoko between the two of you, satoru wills himself to patiently wait until the end of the first movie to stretch his limbs and get more snacks; he knows you’ll follow, too, because it’s been like that for as long as he can remember.

“you know you have to stop eating all that candy, right?” you’re saying it mindlessly, pouring more chips into a bowl and getting the hummus and guac, “it’s not healthy.”

gojo’s leaning on the counter and doesn’t help whatsoever, both elbows on the wood and head tipped back to meet your height.

“aw, is my cute roomie worried about me?” you almost want to ignore him with that little compliment, not sure if he even meant it, but you’re leaning into him this time with a little glance down to his lips that he thinks he imagined it.

“no, just wondering how embarrassed i’ll be when i have to tell the paramedics that when you finally collapse on the floor, it was because my dumb roommate had consumed too much sugar.” you like this little game you play with satoru, yet you’ve never been this bold; maybe it’s because you know he finds you hot, too, but the two of you are too stubborn to stand your ground and admit the obvious.

gojo’s feigned pout spreads into a grin and simply blows a raspberry at your explanation. there’s a crinkle of yet another sweet packet, disregarding your chastise from earlier. “smart little thing, hm?”

“i become the brightest when you’re involved,” you swipe the sweet from his fingers and pop it into your mouth, “i have to when i need to insult you.” the two of you spend the rest of the movie night hip to hip on the couch, ignoring the fire in your connected limbs and the spark of your fingers when they brush against each other.

it’s a few months before you’re fully embracing that you might not just find your roommate hot, but that maybe you’d want to “wife” him up as the other has expressed jokingly. it didn’t help that gojo is cleaning up a little more often these days, learning how to cook and using his inside voice like you told him to (you didn’t think he’d remember). the last straw was possibly seeing him fuss over you when you fell sick, switching to remote classes just so he could be close to you — his main excuse was that he didn’t want his laundry to be infected.

“but you don’t even like to use shirts half the time you’re home!”

“you’re calling this home—” gojo giggles while simultaneously shoving cough mixture down your throat, “i didn’t know we were married!”

“shut your trap before i really make you regret this.”

but gojo thinks that maybe it wasn’t so bad to come home to you in one of his future days, he just had to get through this first.

it was meant to be a simple photo to show off your new set of lingerie, the ones that you had gotten with your girls at a half-off price just the other day. you couldn’t blame yourself when your hands naturally reached for one that mirrored gojo’s eyes alongside the white details that represent his hair. buy it, take a potential nude and laugh about it in the group chat, that’s all. you felt so damn sexy in it that you even went as far as to take a few photos with your bra unclasped and phone in hand hiding your chest, until the very last one where it was fully off.

you felt unlike yourself, in that stuffy, small dorm while satoru was out in a lecture—

before gojo texts you about groceries and his chat moves to the very top that same moment you’ve got all these lewd, unnatural pictures of you waiting to be sent. it happened all too fast: at least 10 being delivered and read on the spot that your panic is indescribable and you want to melt into mush on the floor.

while you’re scrambling to delete them, gojo stares at your figure in that last racy picture, hands skilfully covering your breasts just enough that he could still see the curve of them and then down to your figure interrupted by a pretty pair of blue lace undies. it’s like you planned this, looking so delectable in your little get-up until it all disappears and you’re sending multiple messages of “i’m so sorry”’s and “it was an accident”’s.

gojo thanked the heavens he was sat at the very back of the lecture theatre, immediately booking it out of there with the images of you seared into his brain. his cock is throbbing and so, so hard it almost hurts to walk to the restroom, and you’re still continuing your apologies. he wants to scream at you — how you do not need to say sorry for whatever you’ve just sent, because as he removes his dick from his tight pants, there’s a soft sigh of your name that falls from his lips.

satoru is reminded of the times you’d be sat in your stupid booty shorts in the dorm, basically showing your folds because he just knew you didn’t like to use underwear underneath. he’s reminded of the times you had to (unwillingly) use one of his shirts when the washing machine had broken down and the only thing on his mind at the time was what you’d look like bouncing on him — he thinks that maybe he just needs to spit it the fuck out, and so he opens the video feature on your private chat.

“this is what you do t’me, baby,” gojo’s tip is already leaking so much pre-cum, making sure he can be seen, expression and all, “you make me so— s-shit— fucking hard.”

he didn’t even care if he could be heard, pumping his cock to the thought of you in that baby blue set of lingerie. he thinks of ripping it all off of you and buying you more just so he could do the same thing again and again, eyes scrunching up in bliss as his hand continues to move up and down his length. his hand isn’t even close to what he wants to feel — your tight pussy sucking him in — but he settles for it, squeezing his palm around his shaft and thumbs his tip.

“ya see this, angel?” gojo chokes out a moan when he sees another notification of ‘i really didn’t mean to make you uncomfortable’ and it was the exact opposite for him in this bathroom stall, really hoping this video would drive his point home, “s’all for you, f— fuck.”

the video is incoherent from then on, because it’s all too much for him, the strokes of his warm hand, the images of your body, the sensitivity of his cock. lewd noises of him jerking off and his whines echo throughout the restroom, cumming with a slack mouth and babbles of your name on his lips.

“fuck, fuck, fuckkk…” satoru can hardly care as his cum stains his shirt, leaving his cock in needy spurts that dribble down his hand as well, wishing he could see it against your skin instead of his own. the end of the video is messy and hasty that he doesn’t even think much as he sends it, but it’s not even halfway through the video before you’re sending a simple “please come back, now.” and his heart jumps in his chest.

gojo simply shoots a quick text to geto, asking him to help him pack his things because he will definitely not be returning.

you’re so glad you don’t have any more classes for the day, too, because all you can think about now is satoru and his cock, blessed again with the sight of him losing himself in pleasure except now, he knew. your hands aren’t hesitant in reaching down to your core, lingerie already soaked through as you watch the short two minute video over and over as you lazily play with your clit with your eyes trained on his hand. it’s so hypnotising you don’t realise gojo’s already home, standing at your room door with his bulge showing through his pants and sweat lining his brow.

“did you run here?” you sit up, hands covering your chest instinctively. he shakes his head and you remove them.

“you know the bus will take too long, baby.”

you ignore the flutter of your heart and pussy when you know he says the pet name with intent, now, not in a joking or teasing manner. you want to hear it more.

“was that really an accident?”

you’re kneeling on your bed now, and gojo just wants to shut you up and make you take back all your apologies.

“it was!” you counter, not minding how your roommate slips his hand around your waist and is just inches from you, “but…”

gojo never truly loses his personality even when he’s hot and bothered, “but what, princess?”

that’s new.

you grin at his chivalry even when you’ve got your chest all vulnerable like this: he’s trying to break you with his eyes, the one thing that led you to choose baby blue in the first place. you win when his eyes flit down to your tits.

“but you still ended up sending me a video of you jerking off — hardly any decorum, huh, satoru?”

gojo rolls his eyes, hands trailing up your body and coming to rest at your boobs, “yeah. but you love it.”

that’s all he says before he dips down and takes a nipple into his mouth, leaving your hands to tangle in his hair as your back arches to give him more space. he’s so hungry, swirling his tongue around your hardened bud as he kneads the other, eyes occasionally meeting yours from your chest.

“d’you like the vid?” his speech is muffled.

“like it? i loved it—” a soft moan leaves you, “didn’t know you were such a sub, though.”

gojo laughs into your skin and you’re obsessed with the feeling, challenging him when he reaches your eyes again with a glint in his eyes.

“oh, you’re in for it, baby.” gojo grins, capturing your lips and feeling so free now that everything’s out in the open. he’s finally able to feel your lips on his, so soft and slow, making him go crazy from such a simple gesture. gojo pushes you gently onto your bed, kissing down your exposed body before coming to your pelvis, playing with the hem of the underwear.

“gotta thank this little guy for solving our problems.”

“please do not call my lingerie ‘little guy’,” you giggle, letting him remove the garment and you preen at the praise he gives your pussy.

“s’wet… is this all for me?” gojo shamelessly inhales your essence, the sight of him between your legs enough to make anyone cum.

“yeah…” it’s a whisper when you say it, breathless and impatient yet loving the way he treats you. “i get wet only for you, ‘toru.”

gojo moans at that, eyes rolling back momentarily before his mouth descends on your pussy and you think you can hear a brief hymn of hallelujah. he savours your cunt slowly, licking lazy stripes up and down your pussy and your moans match them — soft, drawn out — hands playing seamlessly with his hair. gojo’s startling baby blues meet you for a second and he smiles softly before he places a kiss to your clit.

a twitch, and satoru fully shows his expertise in the next second, eating you out like he was a starved man and you were the last meal on earth. your roommate sucks on your clit, groaning into your core as he feels your thighs close in around his head and your heels dig into his back. he switches easily to your hole, driving his tongue into the leaking entrance and his nose starts to nudge at your nub.

“satoru— s-shit!” your moans increase in volume, hands pulling harshly at his locks. “feel s’good—”

“yeah?” he speaks into your cunt, slurping up your juices time and time again until his jaw aches. your pussy just tastes so sweet that it’s got him grinding into the bed, too, relieving his cock with desperation. “was made just to eat you out, sweetness.”

“doing so well— are you close?” it was difficult to hold on when satoru was talking to you like that and devouring you so good, thumb now playing with your folds while his tongue focuses primarily on your clit again. he flicks at it and his eyes look at you for your answer, merely nodding pathetically as his abuse on your cunt is relentless. gojo would love to memorise the way you clench around his thumb, but he’s too fixated on your whines before you cum with a cry of his name.

“o—oh fuck— ‘t-toru! oh my goddd…” his mouth never stops moving even when your thighs tremble around his head and your body convulses, clit throbbing in his mouth and your mewls reaching the highest heavens.

gojo grins into your cunt, making sure you watch him as he collects all your juices onto his tongue, giving your pussy one last satisfied lick before he sits up, making quick work of his pants and he shows you how to not have one ounce of decorum like you commented on earlier—

because as he pumps the cock you saw just minutes ago, you tongue darts out to lick your lips unknowingly. as he drags the tip along your folds, you’re spreading your legs wider for him. as he slaps his cock along your cunt, your hips are moving on their own accord to feel more of him.

“filthy girl,” gojo leans in to your face, “talkin’ bout me having decorum. you should see yourself.”

you laugh, bringing him in for a brief kiss. you liked that you still could banter in times like this.

“i’ll admit i never had it, so it would b-be—” gojo slips just the tip in and you’re cut off, a choked whimper leaving you, “hypocritical to criticise you.”

“ya think?” gojo wiggles his hips gently, sinking into you and the squeeze of your cunt around his cock is too perfect, too tight. his own whines leave him as he eases inch by inch into you before you’re confessing.

“y’know after seeing you jerk off that day— f-fuck, in your room,” you mumble, wrapping your legs around his middle that causes him to moan, “i wanted nothing more than to help you clean up, cum and all.”

gojo chuckles breathlessly, you two have been pining for months? but he recovers just as quickly, bottoming out with a loud sigh. he lets your hands travel over his face, holding it in your palms.

“y-yeah? why didn’t you?”

“wasn’t sure if you liked me—” a whine cuts through your words as he takes the first slam into you.

“i’ll make sure you know how much i like you, baby, ‘kay?” gojo manages to get out before his hips moves into you, no longer able to hold conversation with the way your cunt sucks him in. he’s determined now, to show you how someone like you had a hold on him so strong that he was willing to pick up dirty clothes and take time out of his day to collect groceries. it’s not long before your roommate is able to pick up a pace, loving the way you trap him with your legs as his hips piston in and out of you.

the room is so much more stuffy, now, filled with the scent of sweat and sex as his pelvis meets your ass in timed thrusts. it was so filthy, too, cum from your previous orgasm aiding him as lube and sticking to his pubes from how much you were dripping.

“y-yeah— fuck me like how you’ve been wanting to, ‘toru—” you mumble out softly, already drunk on his cock. you swear you can feel the veins and his cockhead twitch at that, the sounds of the other filling your ears.

“you take me so, so well, baby,” gojo praises, face buried in your neck as he gives you kisses there, mind blank except for how you’re so wet that your arousal is spurting everywhere each time he comes up to the hilt in you, “taking my cock and squeezing me s’good.”

little pants leave you at the affirmations, and like always, gojo is a fast learner, already knowing your sweet spots when a hand sneaks down to rub at your clit. the circles go in time with his thrusts, and before then, you’re jerking in his arms, nails scratching at his back as your pussy spasms on his cock. gojo groans into your skin, hips still ramming into you before the clench of your cunt prompts him to cum as well.

“right there— s-shit!” you’re moaning when you can feel his cum seeping into you, the exact thing you’re imagining feeling even better as he loads you up, but you don’t have time to react when gojo flips you over. a quick glance to his face tells you he’s intoxicated on your pussy, pressing down on your arch.

“can you handle— another load— baby?” it comes out in between his thrusts, the way he begs to cum in you again and you’re never one to deny when you’ve wanted this for the longest time. you let satoru use you, face buried in the sheets below you while his thrusts start to turn sloppy. he’s not giving one fuck that he’s cummed the fastest he’s ever done before and how he’s going to do it again, but it’s inevitable when he’s got your cunt wrapped around him.

“y— yes, satoru— want you to fill me up, p-please—” it all overloads him: the way his cock disappears into your hole, the residual cum from earlier sticking to your ass and his pelvis, that white ring of semen around the base of his dick, your desperate pleas and cries.

it only takes one stroke of his hand on your clit before you’re cumming so fast again together with him, fingers grasping at the sheets as your pussy flutters around his length and you get his second load in return. it’s so viscous and hot, spilling into your hole. it’s so much, body going limp against satoru’s messy thrusts as he continues to rut into you, stilling finally when he starts to cramp in his thighs.

“attagirl, that’s it, sweetness,” gojo gasps out from behind you, staying locked in you as his cock spurts out the last bits of his cum. he presses a small kiss to your shoulder, asking softly into your skin if you were okay.

“more than okay—” a small mewl is heard when gojo pulls out slowly, sighing to himself upon seeing the way your cunt push out his cum naturally. there’s so much of it, spilling onto the sheets, but before he can take it upon himself to plug two fingers into your entrance, you’re dragging him to lie properly on the bed—

“not done?” your roommate laughs, a hand playing with your neck and the hickeys he’s left there.

you shake your head, noting how satoru’s cock is still sensitive when your hand closes around it, and you finally can see gojo in all of his glory when your tongue kitten licks at his tip and a shiver travels through his body. his hooded eyes and the buck of his hips are all you need to continue.

“i haven’t told you how much i like you, ‘toru. should i show you now?”

somewhere on your dresser, there’s several messages from your girls, but you’re too preoccupied with satoru’s cock in your mouth to notice — ah, well, you’d update them later.

[6:23pm, operation get (y/n) a partner]: photo attached (4)

@(y/n) girl where is your pic !!!! show us that cute baby blue lingerie pleaseee!!

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routeless-writer · 7 months

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Adored your lilia smut

can I request body worship and breeding link with lilia??

ANON YOU ARE SPEAKING MY LANGUAGE RN. Thank you hun! I’m so glad you and so many people liked it, I honestly didn’t expect it to blow up like it did! Happy to write for my favorite old man.

MC pronouns: GN/NB (no pronouns used, implied they/them)

CW: NSFW, breeding kink/breeding talk, pregnancy talk, excessive praise/body worship, Lilia being a brat dom, Lilia also being filthy, mod mezzo ALSO being filthy, oral sex mentions (reader receiving), marking, blood/biting/vampirism mention (it’s Lilia, so), light light LIGHT possessiveness, the slightest degradation (I use slut like once), i say he’s a tits man and then clarify that the tits are gender neutral and just mean your chest.

Listening to: Casket – Ren Zotto

Now Lilia is a dom that’s heavy on praise

He will absolutely degrade you if you ask for it, but his favorite thing is watching you squirm from even the smallest of compliments. He wants his baby bat to know how much he loves them!! Especially when you have just the cutest reactions to it.

Think Gomez Addams if Gomez was a switch leaning dom (because Mr. Addams is like, canonically a sub lol)

He follows you around a lot, even more so when he’s horny or finds himself having…baby fever, shall we say?

He can’t help it! He’s been wanting to raise another kid and all, and the thought of getting to spend a domestic life with you…the thought of you carrying his child…even if you physically can’t, he still finds himself hot and bothered at the idea. Plus, adoption is always something you two could discuss if you were serious about the actual breeding portion of the breeding kink, but wouldn’t be able to have kids/didn’t want to go through pregnancy.

Unless you’re shorter than him, he’ll likely be the perfect height for him to rest on your chest, and even if you are shorter than him, I can see him being quite attached to your upper body, regardless of whether there is boobage there or not and regardless of level of boobage.

What can I say, he’s a tits man (read tits as gender neutral)

So it’s the first thing he goes for with praise

He’ll casually slide a hand up your shirt at any given time to feel you up, resting his head on your shoulder and humming little compliments in your ear about how soft your skin is, how warm you are, how he just wants to bite down on your cute little nipples and–oh, look at that! They’re already hard hehe

“Khehehe, are you that sensitive, darling? Don’t worry, if it works you up that much, I’ll make sure to take care of you. I love the way your body reacts to just the slightest touch…so gorgeous.”

Lils is an oral fiend, too, and it’s one of his favorite ways to worship you. He’d gladly get on his knees for his precious baby bat at the drop of a hat. Holding your hips in place as he nestles between your thighs and tastes your arousal, his eyes rolling back dramatically so he can show you just how sweet you are to him. Don’t move too much, darling. It’s his job to pleasure you!

“So good. So good for me…you taste perfect…such a sweet pet, all the blood rushing here…be careful, I might just devour you.~”

Obviously it’s hard for him to be vocal with his tongue on your clit/your cock down his mouth, so the heavy praise comes when he finally gets to fuck you.

Lilia typically either opts for doggy or mating press. He loves seeing you ass up, face buried into the pillow as he rams into you, but when his breeding kink flares up, that’s when he prefers the second option.

He likes to see your face when he fucks into you and talks about how cute your red cheeks are, how he wants to stuff you full and fill you up. And he talks. He doesn’t know how to shut his mouth unless he’s using it to get you off.

He’s also generally just very playful and giggly during sex. A brat dom, if you will, so expect plenty of teasing on his end about how needy you look with your legs hiked up like that.

“Pretty little thing, all folded over under me. Look at me, let me see your expression. Ah….mmnh, take my fingers in your mouth, just like you take my cock. Tight little bloodpet…you’re so perfect, little one. I want to see it, I want to see you all full and fucked out. That’s nice isn’t it? You’d love to be knocked up, you’d love to be pumped full of my cum. Awe, look at you. Look at you take it. Your hole is so tight around me, so pretty as you bounce on it. That’s it…that’s it, you’re doing so well. So gorgeous…”

He’ll drag your hips closer as he rocks against you, touching you to the pace of his thrusts, and pushing you down further into the bed with the kind of strength you wouldn’t expect someone so small to have.

He kisses and nips at anything he can get his lips on–your neck, your chest, your stomach and thighs. He’s a groper, too, so he’ll watch as his fingers sink into your skin, leaving bruises on your hips and legs.

“You’re going to be so full and sensitive, I’ll watch you get heavy with my child…you’re mine, you’re perfect and you’re mine.”

Usually Lilia’s far more focused on your pleasure than his, but something about the way you’re begging him to empty inside you is sending shockwaves down his spine. It feels like during sessions like this, he loses his well-composed nature altogether. Right before you’re about to cum, tightening up around his aching cock, he’ll lean in and sink his fangs into your neck, pressing a hand to your abdomen to feel how his dick drags along your walls.

That’s enough to do it for you, the aphrodisiac bite making you cum hard around him, and he doesn’t dare pull out as he cums with you, growling into your neck.

Lils is a fae, and faefolk cum a LOT. It’s hot and sticky as he spills inside of you, holding your hips as close to him as he can, fucking into you as you both finish and you shake. It’s enough to drip out without pulling out, much to Lilia’s disappointment. Guess he’ll just have to cum inside you a few more times to make up for it!

Lilia’s the type to make you cockwarm him after breeding sessions. He can’t have his efforts go to waste–you will be knocked up by the end of the night.

“Maybe I should make you keep a toy in overnight. I have to make sure it takes, sweet thing.”

You can expect a quick session right before class the morning after, too. He’s serious! He really wants to raise kids with you, and he’ll do whatever it takes to make that happen.

You two make quite the mess of the bed, cum and blood stains are scattered across the sheets. Lilia will handle the clean up, don’t you worry! He has to make certain that his spent little human rests after such a rough session.

Now that you’ve awakened this kink in him, Lilia’s ready for regular breeding talk during sex. Hope you like being fucked into the mattress and used for hours, cause he’s hellbent on making you his breedslut now.

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meiliarotten · 5 months

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Team Fortress 2 Kinktober Time Three: Return of the Kink

Day 10: Metal In Your Mouth (Body Mods)

🔞MINORS DNI🔞

Pairing: Demoman x Fem!Reader

Summary: Demoman has some interesting piercings

Tags: Piercings, oral, teasing, deepthroating

Word Count: 2.4k

The Masterlist

“Before we start…” Demoman took a breath, steadying his nerves. “There’s something I should warn ye about.”

“Oh?” You glanced up at Demo from where you were seated on his lap. You had assumed you already had started, given that you were currently letting your hands wander freely over his chest. Demo sported a surprisingly soft figure. You had expected him to be more muscular, perhaps even toned, but this was quite a pleasant surprise. Having a little something to hold and grab on a man was delightful, and leaner bodies didn’t exactly offer much in that regard.

“It’s just, some things might be unexpected, and I don’t want ye to be too surprised by anything,” Demo went on, still not telling you exactly what he was so concerned about. His eyes flicked down at you, seeing you waiting patiently for him to get to the point. Even in that quick glance you could see that Demo had looked at you like something precious and delicate, a hint of concern pinching his brow.

“It’s not my first time, if that’s what you’re worried about.”

Demo quickly shook his head. “No, it’s not that.”

“Is it your first time?” You were unable to hide the surprise in your voice. His response came even quicker this time.

“No, no! Not that either.” Demo shook his head, stammering and gesturing awkwardly with his hands, all of which you tried to interpret as best as you could. God, a flustered Demoman was almost harder to understand than a blackout drunk Demoman. “I just figured I should give a fair warning, ye may be a bit surprised when we…”

“When we what?” You pressed on. You had a pretty good idea of what Demo meant, but you didn’t want to make any assumptions.

“When we get undressed,” he finally sighed, feeling his face go warm with embarrassment.

As for you, you were struggling not to roll your eyes. This had to be a size thing. You had been with a fair amount of men who had tried to ‘warn’ you about either their bigger than normal or smaller than normal size, and most of the time they turned out perfectly average. “I’m sure everything will be fine. I promise,” you said, offering a kiss and some more reassurances. “I love you no matter what. You know that.”

“I love ye too,” Demo’s voice barely above a whisper, as if he feared speaking too loud would cause him to wake up from this perfect dream before him. However this was no dream, and you were about to prove that.

“Now, let’s pick up where we left off,” you said, starting to gently palm Demoman through his pants. He shuddered. You couldn’t get enough of that, loving how responsive he was to such a small gesture. “Sensitive, aren’t you? Fuck, I can feel how hard you are.” You teased him, watching his hips twitch as he struggled to keep his composure.

Your fingers traced the waistband of his briefs. The rest of his clothing already lay in a pile on the floor. You yourself were in your own state of undress, topless with nothing but a pair of figure hugging underwear. You straddled Demo’s lap, his hands holding your waist before lowering to massage little circles over the curves of your hips. “So bloody beautiful,” he whispered, almost too low for you to hear. “I want ye so badly.”

This was as far as you had ever gone with Demo. Heavy petting and touching over clothes had satisfied the two of you for the most part, especially since privacy was hard to come by at the base, but not tonight. Tonight the energy was different, everyone was out celebrating your team’s latest victory, and you wanted more. You needed more. You slipped your hand into his briefs. Your head had come to rest on his chest, and you heard his breath hitch as you quickly wrapped a hand around him before you could lose your nerve. He was half hard, but there was something else, something unexpected.

You pulled your hand back, glancing down curiously. Demoman’s demeanor immediately tended up. “Something wrong, lamb?” he asked tentatively.

“No, it’s just…” you trailed off. Before you said anything, you had to confirm your suspicion. You slipped your fingertips beneath the waistband again, looking up to meet his eye. “May I?”

He nodded and you pulled the briefs off, revealing exactly what you had presumed. The silence seemed to stretch on forever, at least for Demoman. Really, only a few mere seconds had passed before you finally spoke.

“Piercings?”

“I’ve got a few,” Demoman admitted, as if you couldn’t see them right there. A ladder of barbell piercings lined the underside of his cock, the metal pieces reflecting even the low light of the room. “I can take them out if they put ye off-”

“No, they’re fine!” you said, shaking your head. You felt embarrassed when you realized how long you had been ogling him. The last thing you wanted was to make him uncomfortable. “Sorry to stare. I knew people got piercings there sometimes, I’ve just never actually seen it before.”

Demo chuckled. It was a nervous laugh, but a laugh nonetheless, putting you both a bit more at ease. “Well then, feel free to take in the sights,” he said.

You did just that, now much more eager to get both a look and feel for the jewelry. Gently, you rubbed your thumb over the piercings, feeling the bars. You weren’t oblivious to the way Demoman shivered at your touch, taking note of what kind of sensations made him react with a repressed moan or shuddering breath.

“These must have hurt,” you said nonchalantly. You still exhibited a relaxed demeanor, which Demo tried to match, albeit clumsily.

His casual shrug clashed with the way his voice wavered when he spoke. “Aye, but mercenary work has a way of toughening a lad up- ah, fuck!” Those last words came out with a hissing exhale of breath. You had begun to circle your thumb over the head of his cock while your other fingers rolled over the metal balls. “Lamb, be careful!”

You paused for a moment, backing off, worried that you had gone too far. “Am I hurting you?”

“It’s okay, ye didn’t hurt me. They’re just sensitive.” A grin spread across your face and Demo realized what he had just admitted. He sighed, knowing that you were going to take advantage of this. “Just be gentle.”

He sounded so shy when he said that, his voice unusually quiet. You rather liked seeing this side of Demoman, so soft and delicate. It was a side that he would only ever show to you, and you were honored to hold that privilege.

You flicked your tongue against the head of his cock before venturing lower, kissing along the shaft, dancing right on the edge between gentle and purposefully teasing. Your actions elicited low groans, spurring you onward. Once you were at the base, you slowly dragged your tongue back up, right along the frenum ladder.

A louder moan spilled from Demoman’s lips, and you felt his cock twitch against your tongue. “Fuck, do that again!” he gasped.

Eager to comply, you licked over the ladder again, varying your pace. Quick laps seemed to draw out short gasps while slow, languid strokes brought about more of those low moans you loved to hear. So, you took your time, relishing the texture of metal and skin mingling on your tongue in a way you had never felt before. It was interesting, and not entirely unpleasant.

Every so often you snuck a glance up at him, just barely avoiding making eye contact. You knew people sometimes enjoyed the intimacy of eye contact while recieving head, but you wanted to place all your focus on your current task. Plus, Demoman already seemed to be wrapped up in his own little world of pleasure, especially when you wrapped your lips around him and took him into your mouth without warning.

He gasped, gripping the edge of the bed. Resisting the urge to immediately buck up into the tight, wet warmth of your mouth was a struggle. You stayed still for a moment, teasing him, feeling him twitch against your tongue again. You would have smirked at that, if your lips weren’t otherwise occupied.

When you did get on with your ministrations, it was a little awkward. You had never gone down on someone with piercings before, and at first your movements came off as clumsy. Demo seemed to think it was cute, placing a hand on your head and patting you affectionately. Eventually you did get the hang of it, learning that you had to take a little extra care not to let your teeth catch in any of that metal. That part proved to be easy, given that your lips were sealed tight over them. Now with renewed confidence, you began to tease him again, laying special attention to the balls of the barbells that lined the underside. You flicked your tongue against them, rolling them, and relishing the blissful sounds that resulted from such actions.

“You’re so good, so bloody good,” Demo groaned. “Ye look real nice with my cock in your mouth, such a pretty little thing.”

His voice broke slightly. It was obvious that the dirty talk was an attempt to regain some control over the situation, to save face, but he was absolutely helpless to you. The only effect his words had were a soft pink blush dusting your cheeks, which only served to make you look even more fetching as you bobbed your head over his cock.

Your hands rested on his thighs, rubbing gentle circles against the taut muscles. The occasional shiver you felt brought immense satisfaction. Part of you wanted to hook your arms beneath his thighs, hoisting his legs up to rest on your shoulders. It was an action previous partners had done for you while giving oral, and it never failed to fluster you. However, you weren’t quite sure your shoulders were wide enough for Demo to fit comfortably, so you begrudgingly abandoned the idea.

Demoman was struggling to keep his sounds soft and restrained. It almost sounded like he was whimpering. You loved that you could have this effect on him. Using your mouth and tongue in just the right places, you gradually drew louder and more shameless sounds from him. You were taking him deeper, working past your gag reflex little by little.

“Lamb, oh bloody hell!” Demo cried, feeling you beginning to deepthroat hum. “If ye keep doing that, I’m gonna-”

“It’s okay,” you said, pulling away for just a moment and gazing up at him through your eyelashes. You were panting, your voice sounding slightly worn from taking him into your throat. It made you come off as more sultry than you expected, not that you minded. “I want to make you come, Tavish”

He didn’t get a chance to respond before you went right back to work. You took him deep, letting your tongue taste both silver and precum. Demo wasn’t going to last much longer. Sure enough, with a few more well placed laps along those barbell piercings, he was coming undone. You swallowed hard, letting him feel the contractions of your throat as he rode out his orgasm. Slowly his moans turned to whines. You felt him squirm. It was only when he reached down to tug at your hair in an attempt to get some respite that you realized you were overstimulating the poor man.

“Sorry lamb,” Demo apologized, noticing how you winced at the unexpected yank of your hair. “It was just too much.”

You smiled softly, standing up and straddling his lap. The feeling of the mattress cushioning your knees on either side of him was a welcome change from the hard floor. Demo pulled you closer, leaning in to kiss you. When you put your weight against him however, the two of you tumbled backward onto the bed with a yelp. Now splayed out with your limbs tangled together, you fell into a fit of laughter, resting your head on Demo’s chest once the moment passed,

“What about your turn?” He asked suddenly. Demo watched you with a confused look as you settled into bed with him. You had just made him come hard enough to see stars. It would be rude to not at least offer some reciprocation.

However, you simply shook your head. “I’m alright. You look exhausted, and I’m fine with just relaxing tonight.”

“Bloody hell. You’re so good to me, lass.” Demo kissed your cheek. “But tomorrow, I’ll pay it back. Ye won’t know what hit ye!”

“I’m looking forward to it,” you giggled, snuggling closer to him. “Too bad I don’t have any fancy piercings to impress you with.”

There was a lull in the conversation. You could tell Demoman was thinking, and you waited for him to break the silence. You glanced up, watching his neutral expression switch to a smirk.

“Ye know, I’ve been thinking about getting some more. Maybe a tongue piercing. Certainly would make going down on ye a bit more interesting.” If he could have, he would have winked.

Your blush returned full force. You had told Demoman he didn’t need to reciprocate, but he was making it pretty difficult to stick to your word. You squeezed your thighs together, playing it off with a laugh.

“I'm not sure I’m brave enough to get a genital piercing,” you said, trying to switch the subject to something a bit less conspicuous.

“Aye, it can be a bit much.” He looked you up and down. “I think ye should get two right here.” Demoman reached forward, pinching your nipples. He quickly let go when you squealed, opting instead to splay his hands over your chest, caressing you gently.

You tried to act annoyed as Demo chuckled at your reaction, but his laughter proved to be contagious. Both of you were high on endorphins to the point that the smallest things seemed humorous. It wasn’t long before there were tears in your eyes from how hard you were laughing.

“Maybe we can start a bit smaller,” you suggested, still trying to talk through giggles that threatened to spawn new fits of laughter. “How about a nose ring?”

Demoman, still struggling to catch his breath, gave you a soft smile, draping an arm over your body to pull you closer. “I think that’s a good start.”

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The Princess and The Duke Chapter 1 - Homecoming

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She’s late.

You’re hardly surprised, your mom has never been what anyone could ever describe as punctual, but you are annoyed. Is this punishment for quitting your lucrative position at the law firm? For not telling her, only so she could find out on the rumour mill? No, your mom is petty, but this would be low even for her. She’s probably just drunk and forgot. Even if it is only two in the afternoon.

You sigh as you open the Uber app on your phone, the estimated wait is another twenty minutes. You sigh as you book one anyway, looking around for somewhere to sit. You look up to see a vaguely familiar man exit a flashy looking Mustang, the dark textured racing stripes on cherry red catching your attention as he races into the arrivals short-stay bay.

He’s dressed in dark grey slacks and a pale dress shirt with the sleeves rolled up to his elbows. He looks like an investment banker, or some other scummy Wall Street type. The handsome man scans the crowd with purpose. His broad, tense, shoulders flex as he moves, his brow is deeply furrowed as he turns to you. His eyes are impossibly dark, deep amber bleeding into black. You blink rapidly as you hear your name roll from his plush lips and you cock your head to the side with a confused grimace on your face.

“Do I know you?”

The near-stranger’s face contorts as he hurries over to you.

“I’m Dave, your mom’s husband? Weren’t you at the wedding?”

“Oh shit. Yeah hi, sorry I’m really jetlagged and some kid was kicking my seat the whole flight.” You scramble, horrified that you clearly forgot what your new stepdad was called, let alone what he looks like. It feels weird, using such a term at your age, surely the idea of stepparents was well beyond you, but here you are.

“It’s no problem, let me take your bags.”

He doesn’t wait for you to answer, grabbing your two enormous suitcases before you can move, leaving you with your carryon and rucksack. You follow Dave, intrigued by the strangely friendly nature of your mother’s current husband.

“I could have got those.”

You say as you round the vehicle, dumping your bags in the oddly spacious trunk. Dave looks at you with a grimace as he runs his hand through his short hair. You don’t know why but he’s tense. You try not to let it get to you as you brush past him to reach the passenger side door. You slide in without a word as you watch Dave manoeuvre into his seat.

“It’s nothing, least I could do seeing as I’m late.”

You try and ignore the way your eyes rove over his body, he’s way too hot for your mom, and fuck, he can’t be a day over forty, ten years older than you at best. The engine roars to life and you hear the distortion from the exhaust, telling you the car has been modded.

“What exhaust did you get added in?”

Dave doesn’t take his eyes off the road but you note the twitch of his plush lips as he smiles.

“You know cars?”

“Maybe,” You shrug as you watch the freeway peel around you at the speed Dave is driving, “Just know that drone,” You gesture over your shoulder with a smile, “Happens when you take too many silencers out. You compensating for something Dave?”

He exhales through his nose in a short huffing noise, something like a laugh; and your chest flutters at the look he gives you through the rear-view mirror. His eyes crinkle a little at the corners and his dark eyes dance with light as his lips twitch upwards into a smile that makes his cheeks dimple.

“Your mom warned me about that smart mouth of yours, just didn’t expect such a sharp tongue.”

You don’t know why but the light scolding from your stepfather makes your pussy clench. You break eye contact and opt to stare out of the window for the rest of the drive. You put it down to jet lag, or sleep deprivation, but every time you catch a whiff of his cologne mixed with his fresh perspiration it sends your mind into overdrive.

You catch glimpses of him, his thick forearms as he changes gears, as he pulls in and out of traffic and you cannot believe that this man is married to your mother of all people. You pull out your phone and start looking at your schedule for the week, you’re going to be giving your viewers a show tonight, even if you didn’t have a livestream booked in, you think you can make an exception tonight.

~*~

Lost in thought, you don’t notice the way Dave is also sneaking looks at you, taking you in. And all the while he’s trying to expel the thoughts of you from his mind. But one thing he can’t ignore, that already has him transfixed, is the way you’re clearly the polar opposite of your mother. You’re smart, worldly, and interested in something more than yoga, mani-pedis, or the bottom of a wine bottle.

He keeps telling himself that he’s stealing glances to size you up, get a feel for the kind of person you are. As if he’s analysing you like a hit. He didn’t miss the way your pupils dilated as he scolded you, nor the way your chest heaved as your breathing picked up. The app on your phone looked identical to the one he uses to organise his work schedule. He couldn’t get a clear look, but it surprised him to see that you weren’t scrolling through social media or texting friends. He files that away for later as he forces himself to stop looking at you.

With every passing second his gaze is less analytical and there’s a hunger to the way his eyes travel over your body. He tries to quash the selfish desire roiling in his belly as he focuses back on the road.

~*~

You must have fallen asleep at some point, the rumble of the V8 engine somehow lulling you off to sleep. A broad hand jostles your bare shoulder, and you hum softly as you come around. You look up to see Dave’s dark eyes staring into your own. His jaw is tight, and his plush lips pursed as his palm lingers on the swell of your shoulder.

“We’re here.”

Is all he says before he slides out of the seat, slamming the door behind him as he makes his way to the trunk. He grabs all of your bags this time, not giving you a chance to protest as he exits the garage through a side door you can only assume leads into the house.

The garage is huge, bigger than your entire apartment in New York and you raise an eyebrow at the meticulous organisation of the space. The floors are swept and polished, the dark linoleum flooring practically shining in contrast to the bright white walls. Tool benches and cabinets line the far wall, sandwiching a large work bench between them.

You notice that your mom’s escalade is absent from the garage, she must be out as she would never park on the driveway. You hear Dave call your name from inside the house and hurry through the door.

You recognise the marble countertops and wood floors from the many video calls with your mom when she’s drunk and feeling sentimental. What you hadn’t realised is how goddamn big the kitchen was.

“Fu-uck.”

Dave looks at you with a raised brow for a mere second before he realises you’re marvelling at his kitchen. He winces a little before his right hand rubs against the back of his neck as he tries to find the right thing to say.

“It’s a lot, right?”

There’s a nervous chuckle lacing his tone and you look up with an equally stunned expression as you realise he’s humble. The thought is jarring as you see the bashful flush across his cheeks.

“’Sounds like you didn’t have much of a choice in it?”

You volley back at him, still in minor-shock from the utter opulence of the house. You knew Dave had money, but this was something else.

“Your mom picked the house; I just paid the bill.”

He laughs, but it sounds hollow, rehearsed even.

“Didn’t think mom had it in her.” You mutter under your breath as you remorsefully commend your mother for landing someone with looks and money.

“Have what in her?” Dave asks as he scoffs before leaning against one of the marble countertops.

“Nothing, sorry I’m just exhausted could you show me where I’ll be staying?”

“Follow me.” Dave shrugs, the whimsy leaving his face in a flash as he seems to shake himself mentally.

You do as you’re told and traipse after him. The whole house is a shade of beige, white, or wood textures. It reeks of your mom and her obsession for everything Scandinavian or minimalist.

Sad beige houses for sad beige housewives.

You think to yourself, imagining Werner Herzog speaking the words like in that TikTok video about sad beige children.

Dave shows you to your room and leaves you to unpack and get comfortable. The room is huge, you look around at the sad beige interior design choices and immediately get out your iPad, jotting down notes and making a vague floor plan of the room.

The furniture, though boring, is low priority, clearly never used. The desk to the right of the door lines up perfectly with the base of the bed, perfect. There are two doors on the far-right wall, and you hum to yourself with curiosity as you open the first door. You gawp at the huge ensuite, there’s a walk-in shower big enough for an orgy, with a bench built into the one wall. A rainfall shower head is fixed to the wall opposite the bench and a detachable showerhead hangs above the bench.

“Shit, this is unreal.”

You mutter to yourself as you note the freestanding modern tub in the centre of the room and the double marble countertop sink, all glossy creams and greys. You let out a low whistle as you re-enter the bedroom to open the other door.

You laugh maniacally as you see a full walk-in wardrobe, with a display stand and shoe rack in the middle. You don’t think you even own enough clothes to fill the space.

“I should have given up the lawyer gig sooner.”

You busy yourself with unpacking and getting your filming setup working. Your tower PC and dual monitors set up like a gaming streamer, the perfect cover for any prying eyes. You stow away your box of props under the bed. Multiple masquerade masks, whips, flails, dildos and butt plugs of all shapes and sizes.

Once you’re settled in, you take a few test videos, not happy with the way the light bleeds through the thin blinds. You make a note to add blackout curtains to the list of changes you want to make to the room. You weren’t planning on staying more than a few weeks, but something about the move, the fatigue of crossing the country to settle here in Texas makes you weary. You don’t want to have to move again so soon, so you might as well make the most of this new found opulence.

And it doesn’t hurt that your stepdad is hot.

The thought comes to you and you feel like you should be grossed out, or ashamed for thinking such things, but you realise it has the opposite effect. Thinking about Dave like that is taboo, forbidden, and that only makes it all that more arousing.

~*~

Dave locks the door behind him as he retreats into the basement room he calls his office. The computer desk wedged against the wall to the right, his double bed freshly made from the morning. He strips off his dress shirt and slacks, pulling on an old green USMC hoodie and grey sweatpants. Your mother hates it when he dresses like this, calling it ghetto, or some other derogatory term. But she’s clearly out with her flavour of the month boytoy, Bryce. Dave knows that’s where she goes on nights like this.

If it weren’t the need to keep his cover, he would have left her months ago. Now, he’s faced with the very obvious problem of you.

He slumps down at his desk and turns on his VPN before logging in to his Cam Dolls account. His favourite streamer doesn’t go live on Fridays but he’s sure he can find someone else to scratch the itch.

He’s three pages in, bored by the other prospects, about to give up and just watch standard porn on another site when the notification pops up much to his delight.

Princess Luna has started a live stream.

“Fucking A.” Dave grunts to himself as he shimmies down his sweatpants, already half-hard just at the thought of seeing Luna. But he’s left disappointed, the screen is blank as he clicks through onto the stream.

Other men, he guesses they’re all men, are bombarding the comments on the stream with angry little messages.

Badboy78!: Cockteasing whore, where are you?

GoliathBalls: So what, you just milking us for cash without even showing your tits? Lame.

RedMask$2: Come on Luna, get that pretty little cunt out to play.

The messages keep coming as Luna’s voice lilts through Dave’s speakers and he groans as he squeezes his foreskin over his weeping tip at the sound.

“Aww boys I’m sorry, I’m having some technical difficulties tonight, but I was just way too horny not to come online and speak with my favourite boys.”

Luna takes the whole thing in her stride, her sultry purr seemingly disaffected by the abusive comments.

But it makes Dave furious, he hates the entitlement of the bastards that frequent this site. He pauses in his ministrations on his cock to click through the tip interface. Usually, he keeps it to a modest fifty dollars, enough to be generous but not feel like he’s buying Princess Luna’s attention. It’s delusional he knows, but he usually wants to keep some illusion of decency about his consumption of her work.

Anonymous user left a tip.

Flashes up in the chat box as an excited squeal plays through the speakers and Dave’s cock twitches at the sound of Luna’s exclamation.

“Which one of you boys was so kind as to leave such a generous tip? Don’t be shy, I won’t bite, unless you want me to.”

Dave remains silent as the desperate men in the comments clamber over one another to claim the tip. The schadenfreude of it all only brings Dave closer to the edge as he starts jacking off in earnest. Thinking about being cuckolded by your mother with that pathetic waif of a man Bryce.

“Oh baby I’m going to treat myself to something pretty to wear for you, whoever you are, thank you so much.”

Soft huffs echo through the speakers as Luna starts to put on a show, there’s something intimate about it that has Dave flustered.

“Touching my little pussy thinking about you baby, rolling my aching clit between my fingers as I imagine you here with me.”

“Yeah, fuck yeah that’s it.” Dave grunts under his breath as he closes his eyes, the sound of wet squelching as Luna fingers herself echoing around the room. He’s incensed, uncaring about how the sound might carry if you happened to step out of your room.

Little does he know there’s no risk of that at all. You’re spread across the foot of your bed, fucking yourself with your fingers as you make sure your microphone is positioned just right so your lewd, wet sounds are broadcast over the stream.

“Fuck baby, I’m gonna come, wishing you were here, wishing it were your thick meaty fingers stuffed up in my pretty little pussy.”

“Same baby, wanna treat you right, fuck my come deep inside you until it spills out.” Dave whispers as he feels his balls tighten, he’s going to come any second.

“Yes, that’s it, daddy yes!”

Dave practically roars as the word daddy spills from Luna’s lips, he comes in thick, milky ropes across his fist as he breathes heavily through his nose. His hoodie is covered in it and he huffs out a short chuckle as he hears Luna whine and moan as her release finds her.

“Thanks boys, that was exactly what I needed, I’ll see you on Sunday.”

The stream ends and Dave sits there with a pleased grin on his face as he feels his spend cooling on his hand. His mind drifts to you, and how the little gasp you made in the car won’t stop playing on repeat in his mind.

This could be a problem.

He thinks to himself as his dick twitches at the memory, already getting hard again at just the thought of you.

A real fucking problem.

He reiterates as he coaxes his cock back up with his come smeared fist before imagining you bouncing on his lap.

~*~

You roll awake with a sated smile on your lips, you’d kept going after the stream ended, making yourself come all over your sheets until you whimpered and trembled from overstimulation. You may have even breathed Dave’s name a few times, but you won’t admit that to yourself, not in the bright light of day in Southern Texas.

You take a long shower, making sure to scrub all evidence of your marathon orgasm session from your body before lathering copious amounts of expensive coconut body butter over your skin and fixing your hair up and out of the way.

You pick up your purse and make sure you have everything you need before practically skipping down the stairs.

“Morning.”

You yelp as you round the corner into the kitchen to see Dave reading a newspaper, coffee in one hand and fork in the other as he looks at you with a raised eyebrow. He looks glorious and you try and ignore the painful ache that rocks through your core. He’s in a navy blue hoodie with bold white lettering spelling out “USMC” on it. The sleeves are pushed up to reveal a simple silver watch and his tan forearms.

There’s a plate of eggs and bacon, as well as a pot of coffee and a white mug placed opposite him on the breakfast island. There’s sugar, honey, and milk set to the side and you feel heat bloom in your chest from the thoughtfulness he’d shown.

“Morning, mom not home yet?”

You ask as you round to sit, you pour the coffee, adding nothing to it and you groan as the rich liquid coats your tongue. You note the small twitch of Dave’s lips as he silently approves of how you take your coffee.

“Nah she’ll probably be out tonight too.”

You tilt your head as you chew your food slowly, trying to decipher the look on Dave’s face. It’s closed off, but not cold, like he’s hiding something. But you don’t press, it’s none of your damn business.

“I see, was hoping to borrow her car.”

You drain your coffee before filling it up again, gesturing with the pot to ask Dave if he wants a refill. He nods and pushes his mug over for you to reach. It’s oddly domestic but natural as you play house with your stepdad.

“Can borrow mine, I’m going to be home all day so don’t need it.”

Your eyes go wide as your mouth hangs open at the offer. Excitement humming through your veins at the prospect of driving the Mustang.

“You sure?”

“Yeah, just don’t wrap her round a tree, but I bet you can handle her.”

“I’ll be good to her, I promise!”

You down the rest of your coffee just in time for Dave to throw the key fob at you. You catch it with ease and grin at him.

“Alright, I’ll be back just after noon, you want me to pick up anything for lunch?”

“Sure, surprise me.”

You get up from the stool and clear the plates, loading up the dish washer as you hum happily to yourself. You’re about to head out when Dave calls your name over your shoulder.

“Oh no vegan food, I ain’t no rabbit.”

“Alright Dave, your secret’s safe with me.” You roll your eyes at him playfully before heading out, extensive shopping list in hand as you finally feel some optimism for staying here. You text your mom before pulling out of the garage. You don’t expect a response for some time, seeing as she hadn’t bothered to even check you made it to Dave’s house, her house, in one piece.

You roar down the drive, giving it some gas as you turn onto the main street. You panic for a second as the back end flies out, but you correct the steering with ease and the grin plastered on your face makes your cheeks burn.

Little did you know Dave watched the whole thing, and his smile was a perfect mirror of your own. He leans against the sofa in the front room as you race off into the city, you really are going to be a problem, but if he’s honest with himself, he doesn’t care.

And that terrifies him.

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Omg it's reveals!!!! I was so excited to participate in @hd-erised this year again! I loved writing this fic for the completely lovely @xx-thedarklord-xx (a little more on that below) and being a part of everything with all the other kickass participants (I will be reblogging my incredible gift art again later as well because HOLY SHIT Y'ALL)! I want to thank the mods so very much for running things so smoothly, putting in countless hours of hard work, and being awesome!

The super talented @nv-md made this gorgeous banner! Thank you so much; you know I was a'flailing! She was also my beta along with yet another rockstar, @capipuff, and I can't thank the two of you enough! <3333 Okay onward with the deets!

Title: Jasmine in Bloom Author: Me Pairing(s): Harry/Draco, background Ron/Hermione, background Dean/Seamus Rating: Explicit Word Count: ~41,500 Tags: Werewolf Harry Potter; Creature Fic; Tattoos; Tattoo Artist Draco Malfoy; Landscaper Harry Potter; Magical Theory; UST; Meddling Friends; Nonbinary Characters (not Harry or Draco); Disability; Assistive Devices; Chronic Pain; Recreational Drug Use; Clubbing; Bowling; Hung Harry; Humor; Mild Angst; Jealousy; Soulmates; Brief Mention of Animal Deaths; Bisexual Draco Malfoy; Bisexual Harry Potter; Wanking; Inappropriate Erections; Shaving; Blood; Buff Harry; the man is ripped okay; Disaster Wolf Harry; Hot Werewolf Harry; he contains multitudes; Himbo Harry Potter; but also; Powerful Harry Potter; Magical Genius Harry Potter; Competency Kink; Himbo Kink; Frottage; Blow Jobs; Deep Throating; Face Fucking; Rimming; Anal Sex; Werewolf/Human Sex; Knotting; Creampie; Post-Hogwarts; Alternating POV, Alcohol, Spitting, Slapping, Creature Prejudice, Internalised Creature Prejudice, Shame, Anger Issues, Breaking and Entering, Invasion of Privacy, Sparring, Rough Sex Summary: This is not something Draco can have in his life… Potter overturning all that he’s carefully cultivated. They’re not compatible and never will be. Draco’s been playing with fire. It just so happens that he likes how Potter smoulders before being allowed close enough to burn. Author's Notes: XxTheDarkLordxX, now that I can squee openly about it, I loved your sign-up SO MUCH! Tattoos; creatures; soulmates; magical theory; Neville, Goyle, and Luna; 'Maybe Harry is a lesson Draco didn't know he needed'; 'Plotting by friends brings them together'; and 'Opposites that discover that not everything is quite what it seems. The things that separate them also bring them together and show their dichotomy.' Those were all the things I tried to cram in here, and I had SO MUCH FUN doing it! You were a pleasure to write for. Also, there is a spoiler tag in the end notes if any of you are the sort who can’t stand not knowing! It’s not anything in relation to any of the major archive warnings or other content warnings, though, rest assured. I think it's better to go in not knowing right off the bat. ;) Anyway, enough talk! Enjoy! <333

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DNI minors, zoos, pedos, transphobes, homophobes, racists, detrans, eating disorder blogs, self harm blogs, cishet men, 'men dni' blogs, ableists, blank and ageless accounts there's probably more if any of these things are you or you give off a not good vibe or whatever i'll block you

my name is rory but you can also call me bug, bun, or worm! it doesn't much matter to me which of these you use for me i'm a 20 year old 2spirit gnc trans man i only use he/it pronouns please perceive as like effeminate boyish and creaturelike with some sprinkling of cultural and spiritual context to confuse the masses i'm also neurodivergent and chronically ill please be patient with me and maybe use tone tags

i'm very non monogamous and don't really label my sexuality i'm simply attracted to gender fuckery usually very t4t and i love woman and nonbinary people in a boyish way i have a big masc lean on here it's very faggy i mostly post transmasc for transmasc content

feel free to flirt with me and be like gross and horny i love attention my dms and asks are open i love interacting with y'all but consent is valued i have a life and i will not tolerate disrespect you can also send pics if you ask nicely and i might send back i may however also choose not to respond to your advances please do not act entitled i don't make a habit of creating close personal relationships on the internet and i don't owe you anything if you really want my attention or just like my content ... tip me! my venmo and cashapp are both $bughugz

i'm basically a subby bottom bitch boy the vast majority of the time i would not feel comfortable domming most people i'm just occasionally feral and sadistic will dom bottom if i feel like it i find more power in being the one receiving and i'm much more shy and inexperienced when it comes to topping but love to service sooo do with that what you will

kinks & limits + terminology and names you can use for me + some stuff to get to know me outside of kink below cut:

key to my heart as a sub is petplay (mostly bunny sometimes puppy) but here is a way too long list of other things i like and may also post about in no particular order:

intox (420!)

cnc (might include uncensored use of the word rape)

overstimulation / edging

bondage / restraints

praise / degradation (not of looks)

crying

sadomasochist

dumbification

manhandling

impact play

spanking

breeding (not pregnancy)

biting / scratching

marking / bruising

free use / public play / anonymous sex etc

group sex / gangbangs / spit roasting etc

objectification !!!!

limits ie things i won't be posting about or engaging in for my safety and comfort but to each their own

ageplay (abdl / ddlg / other variants)

incest / fauxcest

scat

beastiality

piss

vomit

race play

detrans / misgendering

body mods ie play piercing

any sorta of burning or just open flame

if you're curious to know more of my thoughts on something that is or is not here send me an ask or dm!!!

terminology and names you can use for me include:

chest, tits, t/dick, cunt, hole (bunny, puppy, or boy prefixes are fine ie puppycunt, boytits, bunny hole)

bunny, puppy, mutt, bitch, angel, baby, good boy, love, slut, whore, (fuck)toy, pretty boy, sweetheart etc

i also like masc compliments and being called pretty!you can definitely ask if you wanna call me a particular pet name i love them and most are fine but i do not like little one, the word girl, or princess !!!

get to know me outside of kink:

i'm an herbalist and i love plants and ethnobotany especially

i'm in college slowly working towards an environmental science degree

i love bugs and crystals and anything miniature

i like cozy games and fashion and books

i'm a fiber artist and like to experiment with lots of different mediums and styles

i like to roller skate badly

exploring in nature is one of my favorite pastimes whether it's tide pooling or admiring all the little things in a small stretch of forest

this is 100% a horny blog and i will be spamming my silly horny and sometimes non horny thoughts so often that you might hate me not great with words mostly rambling. but please don't hesitate to try and befriend and get to know me and ask me about any of this stuff i like dms just so long as you're respectful i do have social anxiety so i may not dm first!

pics of me are tagged #wormy pics

audios of me are tagged #wormy audios

original text nsfw and sfw is all mostly lumped into #bun ramblings

asks are #wormyasks

anons: 🌸, 🦊, 👾,🪼,💀

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i just KNOW den den tumblr would go hard

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ok i know we went through this months ago but i just found out overflowing sasaki has my birth month on the sexy pirate calendar this year and i just—

listen if having a pirate kink is wrong i don’t wanna be right LOL

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Please delete this. In my country, everyone knows someone who was killed by pirates. It breaks my heart that I can’t browse safely without people like you making light of my trauma.

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aren’t you the marine who got called out for spending work money on a PX5

#no but i was like. where have i heard that name before #and i snoogle it and see that’s THE westendgirl #never leaving this website. #rouge speaks

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hey im laine/stealth. 22 they/he. grand line (south side).

yes, this is a sora fanblog. i want to make it clear that i do NOT condone irl marines. AMAB. yes even your marine dad or sister or grandpa

minors dni im not a babysitter

i have an electrical engineering apprenticeship so PLEASE PLEASE talk to me about it ill love you forever

i’m an artist! i post my work under #my art !!

if we are mutuals please tw injections, wasps, and tra/fal/gar la/w (individually or with my catchall #laine don’t look or #stealth don’t look)

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Lift Me Away - Roku x Reader - Chapter 3

You find yourself trembling, not knowing what struck you. The man’s arms envelop you gently, knowing his strength, his presence otherworldly. He feels too perfect to be human—and yet he’s warm and he exhausts, the way he’s exhausted protecting you. He tilts you upright, careful of your weak knees, and looks you in the eye.

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“i don’t find sea kings cute” ok??? sometimes a little baby has 18 rows of teeth

#sea king mention #meadow rambles #i just want to take them home is that weird?? #little noodles #1k #5k #10k #50k

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I usually don’t like to delve into drama, but I can’t stay silent any longer. Mod Hebi of @fuckyeahmugiwaras is an EXTREMELY predatory individual. I will not be disclosing any of my sources, for my safety and theirs, as she has an irl documented history of hostility towards her critics.

To start, Mod Hebi is inappropriately fond of Straw Hat Luffy (who she met irl when she was in her 30s and he was 17). I’ve been told she’s tried to flirt with him on several occasions, given him large gifts, and tried to guilt him into choosing time with her over his female crewmates.

Literally kicks kittens??? I shit you not they say they’ve seen her straight up BARRELING kittens across the floor.

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i believe it. the way she never updated about anyone else, only luffy, and left admin barto to do all the hard work… it was always off to me.

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where is this coming from??

yeahhh not going along with this until there’s ACTUAL proof. mod hebi is very much a solo stan but. kicking kittens… how are we supposed to take these cartoon villain allegations seriously 💀💀

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of course. deactivating when people question them.

#i know we stan criminals here but can we as a fandom please express some critical thinking for ONCE

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ppl in the “pirate fandom” who only orbit “safe” pirates like cavendish or boa hancock are WEAK. buddy if you saw the pirates i want to fuck you’d hurl.

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Forgot to put anon on my last request. Excuse me while I jump into a black hole 🕳️ 🚶‍♀️

anyways, Dabi - C - 2 🙃

Body Mods

Hey, anon, can I jump in that black hole with you? Just scooch right up in there. “We’ve been trying to contact you about your car’s extended warranty.”

Tag List: @issamomma @repostingmyfavs @chickennugnugnug @palesweetscherryblossom

Warnings: Yandere themes, NSFW because of Daddy and crying kink, forced body modifications (tattoos, piercings, dyed hair), slapping, Dabi is an asshole, Dabi calls himself “Daddy”

Prompt Request: “Don’t complain now. You did this to yourself.”

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It’s understandable, really. The crying. Dabi gets it. But…you’ve just been crying so goddamn much. It’s non stop. Sometimes, you just break in the middle of eating lunch out of nowhere, hugging your knees and rocking back and forth. It’s enough to drive the man to his breaking point.

He’s just so fed up with your uncontrollable sobbing. You’re inconsolable at times even. He has to fucking clap a hand over your mouth or gag you with something until you cry yourself to sleep.

Well, after a month of not knowing what to do, he finally gets an idea. Dabi decides to give you something to really cry about.

While sitting on the bed, Dabi throws a pack of needles and a brown paper bag down on the bed next to you. You look at the contents, wondering what he has planned.

“Alright, I decided if you’re gonna cry all the damn time, might as well be for a real fuckin’ reason.”

“Dabi?”

His hands dig around in the bag for the tattoo gun and some black ink.

“It’s time for some body modifications, doll face. I’d suggest holding still. Move around too much, and things could get ugly.”

A million thoughts run through your mind as you struggle to get away from him. The lunatic pins you down on your stomach. Fear clenches your lungs, forcing you to stay still once you hear the tattoo gun buzz to life.

Okay, don’t move, and it won’t hurt that badly. You squeeze your eyes closed, biting down on your knuckle as he dyes your back with black ink.

“H-how much l-longer?”

He chuckles. “Just stay still, doll. You’re being such a good girl for Daddy.”

It takes all of your energy not to move. Sure, you passed out from the pain in your back a few times, especially since he doesn’t allow you any breaks, but you make sure not to move a centimeter out of pure trepidation.

He finally finishes after three hours of work. You watch him stand up and stretch his hips from having to sit in the same position on top of you for several hours. Then, to your fucking utter disbelief, he starts tattooing your arm. Still, you don’t jerk away from him.

“Wait, Dabi, I really need a break. Please? It feels like you’ve spent hours on my back. I need a break.”

He listens to your desperate plea for mercy and decides that your arms can wait until later if you really need a break. In the meantime, he picks up the pack of needles.

“Fine. Gauges or cartilage?”

Horrified, you verbally fumble for clarification. “I thought we were taking a break?”

“Yeah, from the sleeve, dumbass. Which one do you want? If you don’t pick, I’ll choose for you.”

You sniffle, wiping the snot from your nose with the back of your hand. He’s giving you a choice here, something he didn’t even bother doing with your back. You still don’t know what it looks like, but do you really want to? It’s Dabi after all. He probably branded you with something lewd.

“I guess cartilage?”

OH BOY DID YOU GUESS WRONG! You scream into his face from how pinched your ear feels with a throbbing, burning sensation.

“Quit being such a pussy,” he tells you as he finishes setting the piercing.

He gives your ear on the left side three cartilage studs and a cuff at the top.

“I think you could do with some eyebrow rings and snakebites too.”

You shake your head. “Please, can we just do the eyebrow or my nose?”

“Ah, wanna be like me, huh? Alright.” He kisses you on the cheek. “In a way, it’s kind of like we’re bonding.” He runs the needle through your eyebrow. It doesn’t hurt as bad as your ears did. He begins working on the second piercing right next to it to make two small hoops encircling the end of your left brow. He adds a stud to the end of your right one along with a stud to the outside of your nose.

“Alright, open up.”

It takes you a second to comprehend what he’s asking. “What?”

“Dumbass, open your fucking mouth.”

You see some kind of contraption in his hand, and you don’t like the look of it.

“What are you gonna do to me?” You can’t help the tears welling up in your eyes again.

“I’m piercing your tongue, now come on. Open wide.”

“I don’t want to! I don’t want to do this anymore!”

Dabi smacks your lip with a precise hand. The impact turns your head, forcing the outlaw to grip your chin and make you look at him. “Don’t fucking fight me.”

You beg for him to stop poking you with needles, to stop altering your appearance. He doesn’t listen. In the end, he wins. He always wins. You give in from the beating he delivers, and you let him grab your tongue with the tool. The needle digs into your tongue, and he’s being rather slow about it as opposed to all of the other piercings which were very quick.

As soon as he’s done, you have a tiny silver ball on your tongue, and you regard him with uncertainty.

“Is it all over now?”

“Oh, baby, we’re just getting started.”

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The villain really wants to live it up a little bit even further, so he goes as far as dying your hair a light blue color to remind him of his fire.

By the time night falls and you look at yourself in front of the mirror, you barely even recognize yourself. Your hair has been bleached and died. Your face and ears are covered with piercings, your cheeks red and raw from rubbing the tears away, from how hard he slapped you several times in a row.

You finally get to look at your back, and you’re surprised by how good the artwork is. It’s a traditional Japanese tiger taking up the entire canvas. Dabi never got around to doing the sleeve, and you’re all too grateful for that. Still, you never asked for this tattoo, you never asked for these piercings, you never asked for your hair to be dyed!

It feels like everything has been taken away from you all over again. You drop to your knees, leaning up against the cabinet, crying into your hands. Shoulder wracking sobs shudder through you, wrapping a hand around your heart and squeezing with every pulse.

“What did you do to me?!”

Dabi crouches down next to you, placing a hand on your shoulder. Unsympathetically, he rasps with a cruel smile, “Don’t complain now. You did this to yourself.”

Incredulously, you move your hands to glare at him, oceans still swimming in your eyes.

“I didn’t…I didn’t want any of these.”

“Yeah, but, since you’ve been cryin’ so much lately, figured I’d at least give you a real reason to boo hoo.”

He wipes a stray tear away with the pad of his thumb, only for another to replace it in its wake.

“Fuck, you look even hotter when you cry now.”

#triggering content #triggering themes #yandere themes #yandere #yandere x you #yandere x reader #yandere x y/n #yandere x darling #my hero acedamia #my hero academia #yandere my hero academia #boku no hero academia #yandere boku no hero academia #yandere dabi #yandere dabi x reader #dabi boku no hero academia #mha dabi

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Good boy♡

🍂Scaramouche x fem reader

🍂SMUT, MDNI

🍂A/N: I posting it again since it good marked as erotica and got completly hidden. If anyone knows how to fix this, please help💀 warnings under the cut, im trying to hide from the mods

Warnings: Scara's mommy issues, mommy kink, Scara misses raiden, cumming inside, boob sucking, oral(reader receiving) hand job, hickeys, pet names

You ran your hand through your hair as you reached for the towel, quickly rubbing it against your head, drying off dripping water.

A deep purple nightgown was laying next to you. It was made from finest silk from liyue, lace decorating its collar.

You've put it on and headed to the bedroom you shared with your boyfriend. It was inazuma styled, with many expensive antics.

Scaramouche was fond of collecting these things. You weren't sure it it was his way of flauning his wealth or he guenienly was intrested in it.

He was a prideful man who liked when people looked up to him. When you first visited his bedroom and praised his taste in decore, he seemed to get kind of flustred before covering it up with his usual arrogance.

Coming through the bedroom door you found your lover already waiting for you with a sour look on his face. It wasn't anything new, it was pretty much how his face looks like relaxed.

"What took you so long?" He grumbled

"Haha, what have you missed me already?

"Tch, don't flatter yourself. It would be a hassle if you drowned in there"

He would never admit to it but he couldn't sleep well if he wasn't with you. It could be nightmares tormenting him or fear of abandoment. He usually just choose not to sleep in that situation. His puppet body didn't really need it. He treated it more like a bonding time with you

You slipped into the covers. Warmth immediately engulfed your body. Your hand reached for the book that was laying on the night stand. Inazuma's culture and traditions. Ever since you moved into Scaramouche's mansion, you've also wanted to know more about the country he originated from. You thought maybe it would help you understand him better

"What are you reading?" Kunikuzushi said as shifted closer to you, he read the titile out loud

""inazuma' culture and traditions"? you could have just asked me, you know. I probably know way more that this stupid book"

Honestly, it was probably true. He roamed Inazuma for centuries, met all kinds of people. However just agreeing with him would be no fun. You decided to teaser him a little

"Is my darling jealous of this "stupid book"? Or maybe my ears decive me?"

"It seems your mortal age is getting into your head since you spewing such nonsense"

"Are you calling me old now? Its ironic coming from 500 year old accent artifact"

"How dare you!-"

This is how most nights looked between the two of you. Light-hearted bickering like a old married couple. There was no hostilty there. It alwayes made you both laugh at the end of it.

Not even an hour passed and your boyfriend already fell asleep on your chest. It was nothing new. He was a very cuddly when he was sleeping.

Suddenly, in a corner of your eyes you've seen him smile slightly as he hugged you tighter. His palm that was resting on your breast started moving. You thought nothing of it, maybe he was having a good dream. You went back to your book. Scaramouche started shifting more and more in his sleep. Squeeze. You felt his hand squeeze your boob. Well, you weren't a new couple so it wasn't something that shocked you to core

Then again. He was getting more bold straight up massaging it. Focusing on your book was much harder now. He was suprisingly good at it even when he was not aware.

You've let few moans slip your mouth. You started to feel tingling between your legs. Biting your lip your tried your hardest not to wake him up. Not when he seemed to have such a good dream

He started to rub against your other tit moving up towards your nipple. He took it in his mouth and started sucking. Suprised, you jolted, letting out a loud moan. Nightgown's material was very thin so you felt exactly as he wrapped his tounge around it. Drool was starting to stain your gown

His other hand didn't stop either. Now he looked like a cute kitten nursing from its mother. You clenched your teeth and gripped the covers. This was really getting on your nerves. What if he just pretendent to be asleep? Maybe all of this was part of his bratty little plan? He was a pretty mischievious guy.

Not being able to take this thoughts anymore, you tangled your fingers around his head and pulled him away from your breast and made him look at you.

"What do you think you're doing, brat?"

He looked at you shocked and confused. Then he looked down where his hand was still resting. On the other side he could see your hard nipple peaking through material. It looked wet

"Wh-wha?!- I didn't-" He scrambled to find words to explain himself

"Oh you did, you nasty little pervert. Trying to play innocent with me?"

"No! I swear! I wasn't dreaming about anything like that!"

He was getting more and more embarrassed. But it didn't look like he was acting. So it was a dream? Not his ploy to get on your nerves? Hm, now you were curious

"Alright, lets say i belive you. But why don't you tell me about a dream you had? Perhaps we might recreate it "

You whispered seductively in his ear. It caused him to jump away from you slightly.

"AGH! Listen, its... embarrassing for me. Not only that, in the context of what i was doing to you, it makes me look like a weirdo "

"How so? I thought it was an erotic dream? How else would you explain that behavior"

" I DREAMED ABOUT MY CREATOR OKAY?!"

You looked at him baffled

"It was in no way an erotic dream...I've just.. been thinking about her a lot nowdays. You could say i even...miss her a little"

He looked sadly at his hands. Admiting that must have been really hard, after all these years trying to forget about her. He continued

"I was hugging her. Under lavender melon tree. We were both enjoying sweet juice, drinking it from the cup through the straw. Maybe because I was feeling you against my finger it felt so real"

Silence has fallen between you two. It was such a sweet dream. Now you felt bad for suspecting him and waking him up so harshly. But a new idea popped up in your head

"Hmm, how about i make it up to you, for treating you so badly just now? Oh and even better-"

You stopped as you leaned your forhead against his, looking deeply in his eyes

"I will take care of you. Way better than your "mom" ever could"

Your thump caressed his lower lip. You could see his face getting hot. He looked like deer caught in headlights. His head nodded slightly. As soon as he did that you pulled him into a kiss, earning a moan of suprise.

Your lips smashed together quickly. Scara was despretly trying to keep up with you. All the emotions from him sucking your breasts seemed to come back in that moment. When an opportunity came, you shoved your tounge into his mouth.

"Mghm!"

Scaramouche moaned, shutting his eyes closed tightly. He wrapped his arms around your waist. You went on top of him and straddled his slim hips. He looked out of breath so you pulled away, your face still close to his.

You giggled when you looked at his disheveled appearance. Mouth slightly agape, his eyelids halfway closed, hair messy. He was trying panting, trying to catch his breath

"Aww is a small kiss too much for my baby boy? Maybe we should stop?"

"No! M-mommy..Please.." He begged, hugging you tightly

"You're adorable, you know that?"

Your hands traveled all across his body. One going under his black tank. You pinched his nipple between your cold finger. He gritted his teeth, trying to keep down his moans.

"Its okay baby. Let mommy hear your voice"

He let out a high pitched moan.

"That's it baby, just like that"

Your other hand went down his boxers, slipping through the material. Wrapping your palm around his semi hard cock, you started slowly stroking him

"A-ah! Mhm, faster please"

You felt his pre-come started dripping providing natural lube. Squelching noises and whines of pleasure filled the room. You licked your lips as you watched such a powerfull, pridefull man squirm under you. You atteched your lips to his neck, kissing it. Scaramouche's hand shot up to your head, pulling you closer.

"You greedy little thing-" you whispered softly

"How about I mark you as mine, hm? Do you want to be mommy's baby boy forever?

"Yes! Yes, please mommy"

You licked a stripe up his neck, stopping near his jawline then you started sucking it harshly.

"M-mhmm, feels shoo good" He mumbled incohearently

"There you go baby"

you detached yourself from his neck with a pop leaving behind a dark mark

"Now how about you warm mommy up a little?"

You got off him and started off taking off your gown and panties. He was already on his knees in front of your legs. You didn't even notice when he got undressed.

He was such a beautiful sight. Pocelatine, smooth skin now painted red with blush. His body remainded you more of petite woman than a man. Flat chest, slim waist with not too wide round hips. His thighs were quite thick compared to the rest of his body.

His cock was standing straight forward. It was a little below average but very pretty. Pale with red undertons getting a bit darker at the tip.

You opened your legs in from of him, slipping your fingers between your folds spreading them, playing with your clit.

"Come here, you supposed to help mommy, right?

Your voice was hipnotizing to him. He layed down on his stomach, putting his hands on you thighs.

He gave your pussy an experimental lick. He stuck his tounge further the second time, getting more confident. His saliva along with your wetness dripping down on the sheets. His moans sending electric-like pleasure through your body

"Yesss, that's mommy's good boy"

Scaramouche felt encouraged by your praise. He spread your folds apart, kissing around your clit, teasing you gently. You started running your fingers through his hair.

"You're doing so good, mommy's so proud of you"

Finally he started sucking on your clit. You threw your head back with a loud moan

"Ahh-"

He started rubbing your thighs, keeping eye contact with you, getting off on your expressions. Pride filled his chest. He was making his mommy feel good... Then he felt a tug at his hair. He got worried so he asked

"Did i do something wrong mommy?"

You gave him a soft smile

"No, it was perfect my lovely but how about giving your mommy a little more..."

You pulled him on your chest as you whispered in his ear

"I want you inside of me. Does my baby want it too?"

He looked at you as he nodded his head eagerly. You let out a soft giggle. Your hand went to his crotch as you guide his cock inside of you

"There... Now show mommy how much you love her"

He've put his hands on your hips, slowly shething his cock inside of. You felt his body shake as he was bottoming out

"Aww is my baby that sensitive"

"M-mommy feels so good..."

Steadly he started rocking into you, he felt as if your gummy walls were sucking him in

"Mghh-" He let out a breathy moan

You wrapped your legs around him pulling him deeper into your pussy. Sloppy noises were starting to fill the room. Everything felt hot to the both of you. Groans were getting louder by the minute

"So good, so good-"

Scaramouche kept repeating, as waves of bliss were crashing against his body. You pulled him into a kiss, your tounge dancing with his, making a mess out of your faces.

You felt as his cock was hitting your g-spot. You arched your back from the feeling. Mix of both of your fluids was running down your lower body, staining the bed.

Kunikuzushi's rythm was getting more messy, he was clearly determinded to making you come first but it looked like he couldn't hold it much longer

"M-mommy i think im-"

"Shhh little darling just a bit longer, okay?

Sweat was dripping down his face onto your neck. He buried himself into your breast, sucking on your nipple trying to distract himself

"Mhmm, yeah, suck mommy's titts"

That sitmulation was pushing you to the edge as you felt your orgasm approching

"Ah, you can come now sweetie, come inside mommy"

When you spoke these words, he buried himself deep inside of you, shooting his cum into your womb. You followed shortly after him

He pulled out as collapsed on top of you, panting and worn out. Weakly he asked

"H-how did i do?"

"You did great honey, how about getting your reward now?"

"Reward?" You didn't promise him anything

"You think I didn't see you stating at my chest the whole time? But since you've been such a good boy today, go right ahead you can play with them"

He took you up the offer but instead of playing with them, he took one in his mouth and closed his eyes, falling asleep sucking on your boob

#genshin impact #genshin impact smut #sub genshin impact #genshin impact x reader #genshin impact scaramouche #sub scaramouche #dom reader #fem reader #scaramouche x reader

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saphig-iawn · 6 months

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Please Read Before Interacting

This blog started as a place for me to just escape shite other social networks, but now I'm enjoying it here and coming into my own space. I use this blog to reblog stuff that I really like (I use the tags #clothes saphi wants #saphi doll). I'm using it to chart and chronicle my journey into womanhood and share that experience for baby trans folk like me (I use the tag #saphi's journey). In that process I discovered that I not only enjoy but am very good at writing hornyposts and RP so at this stage, if you're feeling thirsty and you want a mommy domme to own you then go ahead, or if you're feeling domme and want a sub then I'm game my DMs and Asks are open (you're gonna wanna read after the break if you're down to clown and check my #saphiposting tag).

So PLEASE read and understand:

// if you are a minor DNI - and if you don't have a visible age in your bio or pinned post, I will be forced to block you for both our safety

// if you are a cis man who thinks he can get up in my gubs DNI - I literally just told you I'm a lesbian lmao

// if you are a sissy/chaser blog DN fucking I, bucko - I'm serious, my body and my life aren't a kink, get in the bin.

// if you are racist, ableist, homophobic, transphobic or otherwise bigoted and narrow minded, get the fuck out of here, DNI or be blocked

// if you consider yourself gendercritical or share detrans content, this place is not for you, fuck off, DNI or be blocked

// if you send me unsolicited nudes in DMs, I don't care what gender you identify as or what your body and bits look like, you will be blocked

Right then horny people, ground rules. While I am a domme and hypnodomme, I am also a switch. I domme and I sub. I am happy to domme if that is what you enjoy, but also love a sub that wants to feel a little power and give domming me a try.

I love teasing messages but if you want to RP then tell me and we can set up how we want to play and what limits, boundaries and safeties we want to put in place. This is doubly important when hypnosis is involved! Hypno can be fun and safe, so communicate with me as I will with you.

I WILL NOT under any circumstances post or send horny images, vids or audio, so please don't bother asking.

My list of stuff I'm into is vast so here's broad kinks that I vibe with: bondage, hypnosis (by extension some CNC), objectification, dollification, dronification, degradation (we set boundaries first), petplay, chastity/denial/orgasm control, bimbofication, power dynamics in general (once again, we set boundaries first). Non-negotiable hard pass: gore or body horror/mod, ageplay, hard impact play, piss/scat, feeding/feedee, forced intoxication. If in doubt just send me a polite ask and I'll answer. Communication and boundaries are key.

Last updated: 12.13.2023

Tags: saphi's journey, clothes saphi wants, saphiposting, saphi doll

#pinned post #pinned intro #transfem #transgender #trans #mtf trans #mtf #girlslikeus #transisbeautiful #transition timeline #queer nsft #trans nsft

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batsforbadones · 1 year

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creepypasta headcanons (from a slasher blog? more likely than you think)

I know you all didn’t follow me for Creepypasta content but I didn’t want to make a new account, and I need to get some head canons across. also I picked the tumblerest aesthetic image i could find for each one to really channel that energy.

trying to get a feel for them, be easy plz. I haven’t written for them in years.

Based on the fandom perceptions of the creepypastas rather than real lore.

TW: SUBSTANCE ABUSE/ SA/ ED/ SH JEFF THE KILLER

-Mega Mall Goth ass beat. Listens compulsively to Marilyn Manson. Had a third wave sexuality experience when KILL4ME was released. -Addicted to Heroin because he thinks it makes him sexier. Has extreme delusions of grandeur. Believes he’s a new age god that is meant to be worshipped- Essentially believes he’s some form of reincarnated Aphrodite. In actuality its more like the modern day Narcissus, or Dorian Gray, suffering constantly with a news cast image of himself that he just sees getting uglier and uglier -”They never get my fucking smile right. I swear they’re editing it- They’re like, fucking editing it-” -Severe Body Dysmorphia. He can’t perceive his body. He can barely perceive his face when he’s in the process of healing. It’s all lacquer to him- Iridescent. He doesn't view this as a bad thing, but on the rare occasion he can perceive his body, he’s disgusted, and mutilates it in an attempt to repurpose what he views as simply “an unfavorable medium” -Very into body mods. He views his smile this way- further perfecting a craft. He has piercings and the ink and the works- Most shops don't blind twice about his appearance, often applauding the look. -Contrary to his living legend, Jeff was neve able to fully burn off his lids. He tried, and just ended up nuking his lashes. He does find that lack of hair to be appealing, though, and often keeps the rest of his body, save for his head, in a similar shape. A lot of it struggles to grow hair because of the scar tissue anyways. -Never got the chance to grow out of his edgy, 14, and deep phase. Curses compulsively. With every breathe the word Fuck, Bastard, Cunt, Bitch, or some other new fun word will come spilling out. -Chronically straight. like, obsessively straight. Very into the most typical looking women because ‘metal is a mans topic’ (he literally only knows 4 Metallica songs) and if he very much has that ‘they’re too easy to manipulate’ -He’s always chronically chasing women he can’t have.

EYELESS JACK

-Daddy Kink Haver. Proper dominant, educated man. -I think he’d be older. Not Hannibal. This isn't about Hannibal. Jack is more breakable, pliable. He’s demanding and domineering, and he sneers and snaps his teeth like a dog. He bites in bed. He pulls hair. He’s borderline animalistic when he consumes, and yet surgical and steel when he slices. -He doesn’t prepare meals. He eats it raw. He’d find the flavor- the specialty of the meat to be tainted by spices and herbs. He just needs the meat. -Complex form of OCD. He doesn't need to be clean. He’s not really put together. He’s got a five o’clock shadow, a hoodie that smells like copper, and a bizarre itch in his own kidneys. If he doesn’t remove someone's, he’ll be forced to remove his own- And he only has the left one left. -Tall. Not wide. Lean. He’s got a cock that drags across the ground. Uncircumcised. And he walks with the tilt to prove it. -And he sweats, and groans, and there’s this sense about him that he’s only living off adrenaline and coke. -A severe sadist. The kidney eating has little to nothing to do with this. Those are urges in his organs. The choice to get a medical PHD has everything to do with this, though. Watching people writhing on gurneys when they come in for emergency? Gorgeous. Erection driving. -Also, has a PHD. It’s DOCTOR Eyeless Jack to you. -Goes by Eyeless Jack purely due to a newspaper misprint and a well placed note. He committed an act of enucleation, and instead of the multiple missing kidneys from previous LIVING victims, he’s only known for this? Humans are so weirddddd.

TICCI TOBY

-A lot quieter than he’s made out to be, only really mumbling out things here and there- however, notably, when he’s loud hes l o u d. -The better descriptor of how he behaves would be self harmingly neurotic. Sometimes other harmingly neurotic. Charmingly, neurotic. His neurosis has very little to do with his tourettes. It has everything to do with his mania. He’s always on an upper, and the way he moves proves it. He’s borderline animalistic with his motions. He doesnt walk anywhere, he either bolts or stomps. He finds urges to burn things a little too frequently- -If you both to get close enough without his mask on, you’ll see that he’s actually mumbling--- all the time. It’s almost like a consistent chitter of his teeth. Like a weird, fucked up rattle. -One of his main tics is pulling his jaw scar. It’s a hook motion, and he yanks down and it leaves the area constantly raw. He would prefer to not speak, but then again, he isn’t really given the option. -He tweets like a bird. “WooHoo~” -A consistent problem with his schizo-affective ass is that he’s subjective to equally grandiose delusions when having episodes. Like Jeff, he often finds himself gagging on the kitchen floor, struggling to cope with the fact that he’s disgustingly mortal. Like, Jeff is- bad- Toby’s consciously bad. It’s like the second he became aware of Slenderman being-- real- any form of humanity drained from him. It’s not like he had a disorder to blame it on anymore. A real dude was just-- making him act like this. It wasn’t in his head, what was he to do against an eldritch horror? -lays... incredible pipe. Insane levels of pipe. He’s hypersexual with the audacity to have a thing for anal. He’s awful. awful. He can go for hours- -But its not like he feels anything. He struggles to feel anything emotionally to begin with- and physically, literally. -The act of sex is bizarrely calming to him. Rhythmic. It’s like a hypnotic form of self care for him. He can zone out for hours- It’s not like he becomes aware when he’s rubbed his dick raw- or your internal organs.

#creepypasta x you #creepypasta x reader #jeff the killer x reader #jeff the killer x you #eyeless jack x reader #eyeless jack x you #ticci toby x reader #ticci toby x you #creepypasta smut

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cutsiewitch · 8 months

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You know, I find it funny and interesting that I ended up on the very niche part of tumblr with t4t horny transhumanism mechs. It’s especially funny because I am not anywhere near the actual target audience for that type of content. I enjoy it from an observer’s perspective, watching people go into detail about something very alien to me is entertaining, but I don’t get turned on by any of this at all.

I enjoy mechs and robots a bunch, and I find the idea of robots and mechs to be dope as shit. I am an advocate for the rights of AI and robots even if they are still only fictional, and would gladly help make mechs and robots a reality if I could. I, however, enjoy them from a purely mechanical standpoint.

When I see a robot, I don’t think “God I wish I could fuck her (rearrange her hardware inside her chassis, install harmless bloatware in her to make her overheat)” or “God I wish that I was a robot girl too”, I think “Oh man, her construction is fucking awesome, I wonder what her schematics are like, I bet she could do all kinds of shit. Imagine the modding potential too.”

When I see mechs, I don’t think about the orgasmic experience of jacking into it and becoming something better, pilot and mech fusing into one whole being and experiencing the pleasure of battle. I think of how I could construct one of those for myself, I imagine the parts necessary, I think of how I could improve on the design and further innovate.

I kinda know my place in this fictional world of transhumanist robot lesbians and mecha/pilot symbiosis. I’m essentially an asexual mechanic. I dont tinker with robots for carnal pleasure, I do it because I am simply preforming routine maintenance, please stop moaning you’re making this weird. I don’t see a mech and dream of my consciousness melding with its into a sacred union, I theorize how I could fit as much weaponry as possible onto it’s frame before it overheats from the stress.

I actually hate transhumanism. I am deeply uncomfortable with the idea of replacing parts of myself with machinery. If the world worked like that I’d probably be pretty odd. I service mechs and androids with passion but am adamantly against body modding or mech piloting. I’d be the weird girl that avoids stepping into the cockpit at all costs, the one that stares concernedly at the pilots who seem so out of it when not jacked in, the one who always seems a little squeamish around people with augments. I think it’s ok for others to do it, go crazy, I don’t mind. I just worry that the normalization will lead to it being harder to live without augmenting, like cars making cities unwalkable.

Idk, that was a lot of rambling. TL:DR I find mech and robo stuff interesting from a mechanical standpoint, and I like this kink for the plot. Yall keep wanting to fuck those bots, good for you!

#mechs #mechposting #empty spaces #robot girl

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orionwynnter669 · 2 years

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UNPOPULAR NSFW OBEY ME OPINIONS

I'm joking ofc. Idk if these are really unpopular opinions, but they're my opinions. But anyway yeah NSFW below the cut 18+ minors gtfo dni pls and ty

Lucifer

Tbh I wouldn't even consider fucking him if it weren't for the bdsm.

The only one I'd ever call Daddy

I want him to call me good boy while he rearranges my insides.

Mammon

Is a switch

Goes from arrogant top to whiney bottom.

Is the only reason I developed into a switch

He makes me wanna make him beg

Could call me "My Precious" to be sweet and I'd bust out laughing, LOTR got me by the nonexistent balls I'm sorry.

Leviathan

If it's not the hc where he's got two dicks in his demon form then I don't want it.

You can try convincing me he's a sub.

I won't believe you.

It may take a lot to build his confidence enough to get him going

But once he's going you won't be able to walk straight for a month

Definitely a fan of those fics where you cockwarm him while he's playing FFIV

DP Monster Fucker right here.

Satan

I'm more of a dog person when it comes to pet names, but I'd let him call me kitten unironically and get away with it.

Discord mod mf

Would probably use the same pet names as Lucifer. I know it, you know it, if either one of us say that to his face he'll probably explode.

Also only wanna fuck him for the bdsm

Asmodeus

You already know. Kinkiest mf on the list. Knows everything and every position. Could go on for hours, make you cum countless times, and not even be done with foreplay.

He'd make me feel so good about myself and my body, knocking out every one of my insecurities. The idea of it is just so soft and wholesome.

I'd learn to love my body while he's busy leaving his marks all over it

And the aftercare is *mwah*, chef's kiss

Beelzebub

My favorite. A fucking unit. Man works out and it shows.

No it's not just because I have a size kink be quiet

The only one I'd let eat me out

And yes as he does you bet your ass I'm over there droolin on his cock.

Adorable in the streets, fucking menace in the sheets

I can go on for hours but I don't want to be too blatant with my favoritism. I'll save that for a different post

Belphie

I want to be clear. I don't like degradation.

That said, he can call me a slutty whore and I'd let him get away with it.

The only one I'd let be mean to me

Threesomes with Beel are a major plus

Literal cuddle fuck

Diavolo

Now this one

This one is because I have a size kink

I don't care about royalty or any of that

I'm mainly just curious to see how much his cock would bulge out my stomach

Barbatos

This man can do whatever he wants to me I don't even care

He's incredibly intimidating, but also so fuckin fine

I'd be scared and horny at the same time ngl

Would treat you like royalty by day

Would treat you like a fuck toy by night

Solomon

I don't remember where I saw it.

I don't remember when I saw it.

But I saw someone make fan art of him summoning tentacles.

That's really all I needed tbh

Man's freaky in ways I can't even imagine

Simeon

He's hot. Absolutely.

But I would not fuck him

I will simp to high heavens, but I won't fuck him.

Unless he's into it then idk it could go anywhere tbh

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wangxianficrecs · 2 months

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Proud Author Spotlight

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Hi! Recently I reread an old story of mine and it wasn’t too bad so I wanted to give it a little boost (and a second fic that people seem to enjoy). The first one is a short and sweet canon divergent story where WWX and LWJ wake up together in bed with temporary amnesia, just after that fateful night together before the Guanyin temple events. It’s a fun and bizarre situation with sexual themes but no smut. The second one is a series of slice-of-life stories I wrote for a prompt, fluffy, and probably so sweet it will make your teeth hurt (maybe I overdid it even :D) featuring post canon wangxian. I hope some new readers can enjoy them like I did. Thanks for doing these, Mod Kay! Hope you’re well x

Waiting for my moon

by murmurcury

Not rated, 3k, Wangxian

Summary: Wei Wuxian wakes in the arms of a stranger, naked and sexed, with no memory of the past or present, no recognition of his lover nor his own self besides his two attributed names and a deep-seated yearning for the man in his embrace; the man who gazes back at him with distance and wonder.

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Tell me you love me

by murmurcury

T, 9k, Wangxian

Part of Mó Dào Zǔ Shī | The Untamed Kink Meme 2020

Summary: Slice of life shorts in which Lan Wangji and Wei Wuxian pamper each other and discover they are still madly in love. Featured: - Morning rituals - A date in Caiyi - Cuddles before a night hunt - Playful sword fight - Lan Zhan’s birthday celebration

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(Please REBLOG as a signal boost for this hard-working author if you like – or think others might like – these stories.)

#Author boost #Proud Author Spotlight #Wangxian Fic Recs #Wangxian #MDZS #Mo Dao Zu Shi #The Grandmaster of Demonic Cultivation #The Untamed #CQL #Chenqingling #March 2024 #Waiting for my moon #Tell me you love me #Not rated #teen #short fic <15k #murmurcury

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actuallysaiyan · 2 years

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Kinktober Day 23: Body Mods(Ain't This The Life)

warnings/kinks: body mods, kissing, mentions of marriage, mentions of tattooing and piercing, vaginal fingering pairings: Hidan x Fem!Reader word count: 0.9k tag list: @beneathstarryskies, @ricflairdrip20, @witchofcustom, @loki-love, @xailem, @the-eternal-sunflower

You had always wanted to get piercings and tattoos, but you never even considered it a form of officiating your marriage to anyone. You’re sitting on this comfortable leather sofa in the corner of the room as Hidan sits on the massage table. The man tattooing him is doing a meticulous job, and he was so soothing to you. But you couldn’t help but be nervous. You weren’t even getting anything big, it was more the piercings that Hidan had asked you to get.

And with your devotion and love for him just never ending, how could you even say no?

It takes several hours for everything to be finished. In the mirror, you found yourself marveling at what you look like now. It was almost like you were a completely different person. You could see the changes for yourself within your own soul. Hidan had saved you from your terrible fate in your village, and with that he made you his wife as well.

Hidan walks over to you, wraps an arm around you and presses a sloppy kiss to your neck, “now, that’s what I like to see. Such a pretty girl, such a pretty bride.”

And though you did consummate the marriage that night, it still took a little while for your body modifications to heal completely. These days, you can’t even keep your husband off of you. With those perky nipples of yours pierced and poking through the thin shirt and kimonos he gets you to wear, it’s easy to see why Hidan chose such a modification for you. He loves to pull on them slightly, only eliciting the slightest whine from you. He could easily smell the arousal coming off of you.

Hidan can’t keep his hands off of you, and equally so, you can’t keep yours off of him. You only ever saw a savior within him, because this was the man who took you away from everything that was bad about your life. And now, you made sure to take care of him and worship his every action. Hidan was your sun and your stars. He was the ebb and flow of the ocean, something that could bring you so much comfort but was so dangerous at the same time.

Tonight, he is more than just excited. It’s been a few weeks since he’s seen you, and he wants to be balls deep inside of your little cunt. He’s been thinking about that all day on his walk home from his mission. And he knows he’s going to have you as soon as he walks in that door.

He finds you at the counter, making some hot cocoa for yourself. You almost drop your mug when you see him, and he opens his arms wide. Hidan wants you to be as submissive as possible right now, just letting yourself take anything he wants from you.

“There’s my beautiful wife,” he says happily. You quickly make your way to him.

With you only wearing a big t-shirt and some panties, it makes it easier for Hidan to appreciate all those beautiful tattoos and piercings. The black rose, the symbol for Jashin, Hidan’s name in kanji. Those were all his favorite ones you had on you. And then it was that cute clit piercing and the matching ones on your nipples that really got him going. His long fingers brush against your clit, quickly making it swell with blood as your excitement grows.

“Have you been touching yourself?” Hidan asks, noticing how quickly you’re getting aroused.

You whine softly, “N-no. I waited for you.”

This makes him very happy. His cock throbs at the thought of you not pleasuring yourself for the entirety of him being gone. It’s incredibly arousing to know that you truly are that devoted to him. Hidan is sure to please you well for your reward.

He presses you up against the wall, kissing you so heatedly that your head whirls. Your little heart pounds in your chest, making him even more excited. One of his hands takes the time to caress you all over. He plays with the cute silver jewelry you have in your nipples. They glimmer in the light, catching his eyes.

“Oh, I am so glad you’ve been so pliable for me. You’d do anything for me, wouldn’t you?”

You nod eagerly, “Anything, my love.”

This makes Hidan chuckle. You’re almost too perfect. His lips press against your neck, and it doesn’t take long for him to begin sucking and nipping at the tender flesh there. He can really inhale your scent from here. It’s so strong and so sweet, it makes his body tingle. Hidan thinks he could get high off of just you. You’re his poison and he’ll never want to give up anything this delicious.

Once he’s satisfied that you are full of his marks, he whisks you off into the bedroom. On the bed, Hidan positions you on your hands and knees. He spanks your plump ass, making you whine softly. There on the meat of your ass, it’s his name once more. He likes for everyone to know you belong to him. But it most certainly makes him so thrilled to see his name on your ass whenever he pounds you from behind.

Two of his fingers slip inside of you, pumping in and out for a few moments before he pulls them out. He smears your juices on your clit, relishing in the sensation of your cold little piercing. The silver material matching the ones in your nipples, and boy does it ever make you so much more sensitive.

“Now then,” Hidan says as he continues rubbing your clit. “What else should adorn your perfect body?”

#bacon.writes #kinktober 2022 #kinktober day 23 #hidan #hidan x you #hidan x reader #hidan x y/n #hidan akatsuki #akatsuki #akatsuki x reader #akatsuki smut #hidan smut #naruto smut #naruto #naruto shippuden smut

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