#i love you you dumb puppet fuck

[pigeonpeach]

Little Omega~

Summary: omega female reader goes into heat around the genshin women

VERY EXPLICIT LIKE EXTREMLY EXPLICIT MINORS DNI

Contains: girl c0ck, breeding, dubious maybe? Little degradation, lots of breeding actually,

Arlecchino, Beidou & Ningguang, Yae Miko & Ei, Jean & Lisa

Arlecchino

“Say it.” Her voice grew deep as her hips pounded into you from behind, your uniform shredded as your hips helplessly bucked into hers, her arms wrappex around you, keeping you in place. You never knew your boss had a.. cock but oh god you weren’t complaining now. You didn’t realize your heat would be today as it just suddenly sprung onto you with no warning. You hid from the children asking the other staff to cover for you. You weren’t able to leave safely and you also couldn’t find appropriate hiding spot, in the end your scent ended up setting off Arlecchino’s rut and here you were. Now reduced to a mere toy.

“Breed me! Breed me!” You whined. “Fill my insides! Oh god! I wanna be full! Please! More!” Her lips were right to your making you shudder as she bit your earlobe.

“I’m going to mark you.” She said. You barely has time to process when she bit your scent glands making you spazz. You felt yourself climax on the spot. Hormones pumping through your veins. You were so overwhelmed you went numb for a second as blood dribbled from her bite, her teeth firmly sunk in as her hips continued to pump in, emptying her seed right at your cervix, filling your womb.

“Mmmf!” You moaned as you felt so docile. Your body felt so nice and warm, your cunt full and fucked. Your legs shuddered as you collapsed. “M-my my alpha~” you cooed sweetly. Arlecchino withdrew her teeth as she looked you in the eyes, your dumb and docile expression only fueling her more.

“My perfect little mate.” She kissed the bite mark left as you panted heavily. “We aren’t done.”

Yae Miko & Ei

A shrine maiden is usually not used as courtesan like this. Your cunt stretched around both the Puppet god and the kitsune’s cocks.

“PLEASE! OH! MY ARCHONS!” You whined. They showed no mercy. Yae, behind you, her hands massaging your tits the way a cow would be milked, and Ei who seemed just hyperfixated on watching your pussy convulse around her.

“You are most certainly pleasing your archons… oh I wish I could breed you my love but this body is only a puppet afterall.” Ei pouted.

“Well seeing how fertile this one is, I’ll have no problems knocking her up~” Yae purred right in your ear sending shivers down your spine. “Such a wonderful body, oh I do hope you know that now won’t be the only time you’ll be like this for us~”

“Pliant, docile… fertile..” Ei grumbled. “Oh and to think I deprived myself of this for a thousand years~”

“Please…please!” You wined before squirting suddenly. You convulsed as they stopped temporarily to admire the site.

“Such a wonderful view, I wish It could last for Eternity.” Ei purred.

“What was it you were begging for now little one?~” Yae asked

“D-don…don’t stop…” you whined.

“Truly a top quality slut.” Yae smirked.

“Don’t call her that, she’s clearly a virgin with how addicted she’s become.” Ei brushed your hair out of your face as your dazed eyes met hers. “Don’t worry dear, you will be satisfied.” And with that they resumed.

Beidou and Ningguang

“A excellent mouth you have there.” Ningguang had you bent over as you lapped at her cunt eagerly. While from behind Beidou pounded into you. He hands grabbing the sheets as she grumbled about something. “Such a prime little omega, a true jewel to add to my collection.” The beta purred.

“God… such a good cunt… fuck..” Beidou gasped.

“Its that good huh? It must be if it has you like that~” she teased. You felt squished as the two shared a brief kiss all the while you were struggling to breaths in-between the huge cock pounding into you and eating Ningguang out.

“Fuck… I’m going to… cum… shit!” Beidou barely gave a warning as your womb felt full quickly. Her hips stilled as she thrusted a few more times.

“Don’t worry, I know Captain Beidou is quite the overwhelming Alpha to take, especially considering your inexperience.” Ningguang pried you from her thighs as you panted, mindless and obedient, you looked at her as if she were a deity. And she did from this angle, her skin shined like diamonds. She moved you so you laid on your back, legs spread as you watched cum dribble out. You gawked at how hard Beidou was already. “Allow me to have a taste~” she said, her fingers prying your folds open so more would spill out. Meanwhile Beidou positioned herself behind her.

Jean and Lisa

“Oh… oh sweet Barbados…” you mumbled nonsense as Lisa rubbed something around your cunt making it losen slightly. While Jean was bitting marks and rutting against your behind, you were sat in her lap, in her office. You could faintly hear Kaeya redirecting anyone coming by as you tried to hold back any sounds. “Please please just put it inside.” You whispered. Lisa chuckled.

“You two are too impatient now. Hmm I suppose if you really want it~” she teased you with the sight of her bare cock as she lifted the front of her dress to show it. You eagerly took it in your mouth as she guided it so, Jean’s rubbed right between your folds. You could tell she was far gone from her frantic humping.

“Jean dear.. she wants it inside~” Lisa chuckled.

“Fuck… I can’t contain myself, I’ll end up knocking them up~” she whined. Your mind lit up as your hips grind against her cock, your moans muffled as you tried to encourage her. To your relief she finally complied.

“I wonder which one of us will end up inseminating your womb?” Lisa whispered.

#genshin imagines #genshin x y/n #genshin impact #jean gunnhildr x reader #lisa x reader #ningguang x reader #beidou x reader #yae miko x reader #ei x reader #arlecchino x reader #abo #omega reader #nsfvv #wlw #fem reader

[cherrymoon4]

Hmm fratboy!Geto i want him

You’ve been best friends since you were in diapers, you literally watched him grow up into this fine ass man.

Obviously he is kind if a slut, he loves all the attention he receives; so seeing him let a stupid bimbo flirt with him shamelessly at this stupid party your friends dragged you to shouldn’t bother you one bit. Especially cause you were best friends, and besides seeing him surrounded by people (girls especially) was nothing new.

So why did you feel your heart crack a lil as he flirted back? You knew his routine by now: be the nice flirty gentleman with any random girl he deemed attractive enough, take her to some bedroom (not his, never his, you were the only girl allowed on his bed), fuck her brains out and probably give her the best orgasms of her life, and disappear the morning after; he especially liked acting like he doesn’t even know who they are, when those girls come up to him later on to try and get a date.

So you were familiar with his routine, and yet every time you saw him take another girl away for some “privacy”, you couldn’t help the bile that rose up your throat.

You knew it was wrong, feeling this way about your best friend, but there was not much you could do about it.

Just the thought of him with that girl you saw him with, touching her and letting her touch him, was enough to bring tears to your eyes.

You left your soda somewhere and quickly walked to the nearest exit, trying to not trip over the sweaty and very much drunk bodies dancing around.

As soon as you opened the door to the balcony, you took in a deep breath; but no matter how much you tried to calm yourself down, tears started flowing down your cheeks, messing up your mascara and probably making you look like a fool.

And you felt like one too. You felt so so stupid for letting your feelings blossom, knowing that this was gonna happen; he would never be yours, he probably doesn’t even find you attractive, so why why why did you have to fall for him like this.

Your self-induced misery is interrupted by the sound of a closing door, and a deep familiar voice calling your name in that stupid soft tone only he uses for you.

You froze as soon as you heard him, back still turned to him even when you managed to ask a little “y-yes?”, trying your hardest to sound normal and not like you had been crying like a child.

He doesn’t talk, only walks closer to you till the point of his shoes almost touch the end of yours. “What’s wrong?” he asks, and you feel dumb for thinking he wouldn’t immediately understand that you were in fact not okay.

Without turning around, too scared of how close he would be, you try to come up with something;

“N-nothing..nothing’s wrong. It was just getting a bit overwhelming i-inside, that’s all” you lie, or try to at least.

Obviously he doesn’t buy it. “Turn around then” he says in that voice of his, and you can’t help but follow his words like a little puppet. You turn around but keep your eyes straight ahead on his chest, not brave enough to look into his eyes.

“Look at me sweetheart” he says softly, his deep voice comforting as he takes notice of the smudged mascara under your eyes. You look up hesitantly and meet his eyes, finding him looking at you with that frown of his, concern written all over his features.

“What’s wrong baby, hm?” he asks, bringing a warm hand on your cheek and gently drying the remaining tears with his thumb. The pet name makes your heart flutter, and you internally slap yourself because he did not mean in that way you idiot!

“Told you..” you murmur, but he insists, and asks the question again. “..It’s dumb” you try to avoid answering, but he doesn’t let up; “It’s not dumb if it got you feeling all sad” he says softly, bringing you to his chest and holding you close, one hand on your back and the other petting your hair.

You relax into his warm chest, and as the tears come down again you don’t try to stop them; you only grip his shirt tighter, as if afraid he would go. In return, he holds you tighter and presses his cheek to your head, occasionally placing small kisses onto your hair.

“What happened pretty girl? Do I need to beat someone up?” he jokes lightly, but is voice has a bit (a lot) of seriousness in it, and you know that if you tell him a name he wouldn’t think twice before fighting someone for you.

“You” you mumble into his chest, pressing yourself as close as possible to him.

“Oh..what did I do baby? ‘m sorry” he apologizes sincerely, even though he doesn’t know what he really did; just the thought of hurting you in any way makes him wanna jump off that balcony right in that moment.

“Why are you here sugu’? You should already be fucking that blonde girl by now” you can’t help the bitterness in your voice even when you still clung to him like a koala.

“..Is that why you’re sad? Because of that girl?” he asks with a tilt of his head, taking your face in his hands gently and pulling your face up and away from his chest to look you in the eyes.

“N-no..yes. I d-dunno!” you sigh “It’s just— I’m tired sugu. I hate feeling like this whenever I see you talking to some random girl, even if I know that you don’t r-really care about her. I hate it s’ much and everytime I picture you touching someone else I just f-feel like throwing up so hard I vomit my heart; and I don’t want y-you to tell me that you feel the same way j- not the same way that you want to throw up your heart but the way that you like me; I-I’m not saying that you like m-me! I’m saying that I like you and I have for so long it’s honestly annoying at this point and what I mean is that I d-don’t want you to say you like me just c-cause I like you—“ your rambling is interrupted by soft lips on yours. Your mind takes a while to register what is happening, and as soon as it does you let out a gasp, one that suguru greedily swallows in your kiss.

When he pulls away you’re left feeling so warm all over, but also really confused. “Done yet?” he asks with a grin, hands still holding your face and now caressing your red cheeks.

“Y-you..why, I-I don’t understand sugu” you stutter out, and he looks at you fondly before leaning in close and placing a kiss on the tip of your nose.

“Let’s go baby, we’ll talk over some mcflurry yeah?”

Then they kith again and make love and have babies and geto never chooses the wrong path and never gets depressed and never dies and everyone is happy ! (i am gege and i am rewriting everything right now).

#geto suguru x reader #geto x reader #jjk x you #jjk x reader #jjk imagines #jjk #jjk fanfic #geto suguru #jjk geto #jujutsu geto #getou suguru x reader #geto x you #geto x y/n #jjk suguru #jujutsu kaisen suguru #getou suguru x you #getou suguru x y/n #sugurugeto #fluff

[pinkanonwrites]

not a request or anything, had a thought- you know how rodimus does the 'blah blah blah' thing with his hands sometimes? something sometihing somehow getting close enough to his hand while hes doing it and making a similar lil face with your own and giving his a lil kissy. like making your hands kiss i mean. maybe even doing it again when he looks at you but this time with a lil "mwah!" so intentions are crystal clear. get loved on, goofass

AHEEM HEEM HEEM

This is so fucking cute I wanna cry, Rodimus and his stupid little yappy-hands <3 <3 <3 <3 He would also love to give you a little kiss on the cheek with his yappy-hand too, smushing the tips of his digits against your cheek with an exaggerated smooch noise. You two have fully and successfully derailed the meeting with your shameless flirting.

Once he knows you like it I feel like he becomes relentless, as is his wont. If you ever bicker and aren't talking to him he'll be like "Soooooo, I know you aren't talking to Rodimus... But are you talking to Mr. Servo?" And you can see his servo closed up into that stupid little puppet shape peeking over your shoulder, giving you little kisses on your head, trying to get you to talk to him through a dumb, over-the-top voice and little digit smoochies.

Art by @archie-sunshine

I love him so much <3 Our favorite sillyboy <3

#transformers #transformers x reader #x reader #rodimus #rodimus prime #tf rodimus #rodimus x reader #mtmte #tf headcanons #pink chat #anon #maccadam #archie art

[vmp3ater]

Furina is love- Furina is lifeee

what if…after the fontain quest- since furina’s “transformed” into a human and isn’t a puppet/doll anymore, reader fulfills their dream to fuck and fill her SILLYYYY 😋😋

go wild bae- just want sum more sub furina crumbs 🥴🙏🙏🙏

furina x gn! reader

warnings. dom! reader, sub! furina, fingering, dumbification, 4.2 aq spoilers, reader is implied to have a cock/strap. written by a minor.

notes. holy shit anon the ideas i got for that prompt…

if you said that you never dreamt about the former hydro archon whining and squirming under you, then you’d be lying. but she, as your partner, doesn’t mind the things you’re doing to her. she enjoys it.

you have furina lying on her back, thighs trembling like a leaf as you move your index and middle fingers in and out of her cunt. you feel your cheeks heat up when you feel her cunt flutter around you, squirming and arching her back off of the mattress as her short white hair sprawls all over the pillow. she truly deserved this—especially after what happened back in court.

“such a pretty girl you are, hm?” you whispered down to her, running your free hand along her waist as she grinds back down onto you. furina only lets whimpers dribble out of her slightly parted lips at your words, and you didn’t make things any better when your fingers sped up inside her, grazing her sweet spot and making her moans louder

“aww, did i fuck you dumb already?” you mused, but furina didn’t answer you. if the way she was grinding down against your hand and moaning out your name with every drag of your fingers, it was that you had done so. a smirk paints across your face as your dirty words fill her ears. “don’t get too tired yet, i’ve got something better to fuck you with.”

furina winces out at your words in pure excitement, and it’ll only make her adrenaline rush more, she squirms and chants out your name like a prayer as her orgasm approaches her, and you let your thumb graze her clit to stimulate her further, and it only made her sounds shift in pitch.

when she cums, her thighs tremble and she arches off of the bed as she releases all over you. you can't help that smirk that paints across your face at her current state; her knuckles turning white when she grips at the pillow, her head turned to the side as she trembles under you… it was all a sight to behold.

when you ride her out of her orgasm, her pretty, raspy pants are all you can hear, and you smirk above her. your low, teasing voice fills her ears as she gets snapped back into reality, curious about what you’ll do to her next.

“don’t get tired yet, princess. we have the whole night to ourselves.”

#vmp’s drabbles. #as u can tell i got kinda carried away… #genshin impact smut #genshin impact x reader #sub genshin impact #genshin smut #genshin x reader #sub genshin #furina #furina smut #furina x reader #sub furina #dom reader #gn reader

[deliciousbasementtrash]

Playing Nurse for the Batfam

Artist: https://www.instagram.com/twalxxart/ Twalxx

Summary: you are a nurse working for Gotham General Hospital. Batman has offered you a job. You are now a nurse for the entire Batfamily. There has been an emergency and you have been called into the line of fire. You have been injured by the Black Mask, how will Jason react?

Pairing: Slowburn Jason Todd x Female!reader

Warning: Adult language, mentions of gunshots and death

Word Count: 2.4k

Masterlist

Note: These characters are not my own they belong to DC. The only character that is 'mine' is the reader. I am going to be as nondescript as possible for the reader as well for physical attributes. This is a continuation series; I’m not sure how long it will be. Also for some reason, my replies to comments are not showing up. I’m not ignoring your comments Tumblr won’t let me respond :( But please, please comment I live for it

Part 9: If I Have to Throw You Over My Shoulder I Will

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Jason Todd

[Jason, please we need backup. We need you.] Dick had sent about ten minutes ago. 

Some dark part of me wanted to do nothing. The part of me that was tortured and beaten. The part of me that was angry no one cared enough to avenge me. But I loved Dick like he was my flesh and blood. And whether I admit it to myself or not… I love Bruce the same way.

Often I think about how my life led me down this way. Was it fate? Was it God? Was it just dumb fucking luck? 

There is one theory I keep circling back to. The Red String Theory. At birth, we have invisible red strings tying us to the people we are destined to meet. Was I tied to my parents? Bruce? Alfred? Dick? Tim? Barbara? Steph? Cass? Damian? Duke? Or even… him? 

That’s too many. If that’s true, my fate lines look more like a messy evidence board. Or maybe a fucked up marionette puppet. Like I was made to be influenced by those tied to me. Pushed and pulled. Just a vessel of violence. 

But the Red String Theory couldn’t be true. At least not for me. I’m so covered in red. You can’t pull a red thread out of a sea of blood.

My morbid thoughts halted when I saw Pizza Joe’s. I parked off to the side. In an alley, no one could see. I approached the gunshots, listening for Dick. Boy Wonder was nowhere to be seen, but I made mental notes of the men that were perched on the buildings. 

I made my way discreetly around the building, toward the back. My heart stopped dead in my chest.

Y/n was pinned against the wall. With a gun in her mouth. Fighting with everything in her against the Black Mask.

Something in me snapped. Without hesitation I shot twice at his arm, severing the flexor digitorum profundus and rendering his index and middle finger useless. I shot through his stupid fucking masked head. I shot through his heart. I shot through the bastard's fucking dick. I shot. And I shot. And I shot. No one hurts her. Ever.

I barely noticed Bruce as I stepped over him. I could have checked his pulse, his status, anything. But all I cared about was getting to her. 

Anger and fear surged inside me, at the sight of seeing her covered in blood. I started to panic. My chest felt like one thousand pounds of pressure was crushing me. All I could do to calm myself down was to pull her into my arms and hug her tight enough that I felt her heartbeat against mine. She’s alive. She’s alive. She’s alive.

I had stayed away from her this past week. Trying to keep her safe from whatever bullshit I would bring her. But here she was finding the danger all on her own. Without me to make sure she was safe.

Seeing her face, feeling her against my body, lit something up inside me. Anger surged.

“Why the fuck are you here?” I growled.

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Jason grabbed my chin, slowly moving it from side to side, inspecting my blood-spattered face. His mouth was moving but all I could hear was the damn ringing in my skull. Jason frowned and looked at both my ears. I felt a warmth run down the left side of my neck. 

Jason leaned into my right side, his cold helmet brushed against the shell of my ear making me shiver. “You’re hurt.” The words were simple. But they were laced with bitterness and anger that went beyond reason.

I looked up at his Red Hood, “Dick needs your help.” I couldn’t tell if I was screaming the words or saying them at a reasonable volume. I couldn’t gauge Jason’s reaction either which annoyed me. I wanted to rip that helmet off and see his face. 

“I’m looking at someone that needs my full attention right now. Grayson can handle himself,” he snarled the words at me. 

Gunshots sounded loud enough for me to hear. My brain started spiraling into the worst-case scenario. A Dick Grayson riddled with bullets involuntarily entered my mind. “Please help him. Please, Jason.” I grabbed his arm as I begged. His bicep tensed under my grip. 

“I’m not leaving you alone,” he ground out. “Get behind me.” Despite his harsh tone, he gently moved me behind him. His broad shoulders and generous height covered me completely. I kept a hand at the base of his hip. Ready to heal him if needed. 

There were four shooters surrounding Dick, and three on the buildings, all pointing their guns at him. Jason opened a pocket on his thigh and reloaded his right gun one-handed. He was so smooth with the movement it was like he was doing something simple like buttering toast. He was dexterous at a level I can only describe as masterful. 

Jason aimed at an impossible speed and precision. Seven shots rang out. Seven men fell. I don’t even think they realized Jason was enemy fire until they already had a bullet fly through them. It was seemingly impossible. 

Jason didn’t give me a chance to assess Dick or Bruce before throwing me over his shoulder and walking away.

“I need to help them! Jason! Jason, listen to me!” I yelled and slapped the back of his leather jacket. He ignored me or I didn’t hear his response. Knowing him, most likely the former.

Suddenly, he moved me off his shoulder and straddled me onto his motorcycle. My mind was acutely aware of his large hands pinning my waist down.

“Grayson is fine. He will take care of Bruce and your car. I’m taking you home. Now.” He was leaning toward my good ear again, his voice was dark and commanding. Lighting a certain part of me on fire. Who am I kidding, my whole being burned. 

“I am fine, Jason. Really. You got there in time. Just let me heal the boys and I’ll go with you!” I sneered at him.

“How about no,” Jason sneered back and straddled onto the motorcycle behind me. His firm body was flush against the entire back side of mine. My breathing became uneven when he reached his arms around me and revved his motorcycle before accelerating. I tried not to lean back into him. But he was so warm and I was so tired. Jason must have felt my tension. His hand found my hip, as he continued steering with the other. He pushed back, forcing my body to melt into his. 

“I’ve got you,” he said, making me shiver. 

Gotham was a blur of lights as Jason drove us back to the Batcave. In a record, 6 minutes. Which I tried not to take personally.

He rode us through the entrance, and as close as he could get to my workstation. He got off quickly as if trying to get away from me. But just as quickly scooped me up from my underarms and placed me on top of my examination table. I blushed at the firm way he moved me around. Like I was his to just grab and move as he pleased. He was an extremely strong man. He made it seem like it was no effort at all. 

He roughly took off the Red Hood. His hair was a wild mess. His eyes were dark with what appeared to be anger and concern. His breathing quickened as he looked me over.

“What blood is yours?” He curtly asked, messily digging into my neat supplies. I tried not to cringe as he did. With his mask off it was a lot easier to understand him because I could read his lips and vaguely hear him.

I looked down at my red-stained hands. I curled them up and down. The blood was sticky and cracked. Suddenly, an assault of memories flooded my mind.

The hospital wing after the mass shooting—healing a man being tortured over and over for information—my mom's bloody nose—my bloody legs dripping into my sneakers. Breathing became sharp and rushed. 

A hand gently caressed my face, “Hey, hey. It’s just me. It’s Jason,” his voice and touch was gentle. Easing my mind back to reality. When I was no longer trapped in my own mind I realized that Jason was once again cleaning up my hands. He washed the blood off of them until you never knew I had stabbed a man in the neck. 

His hands were warm and calloused and thorough. For a moment he just held my hands in his. His thumb traced small circles on the inside of my wrist causing goosebumps to rise on my skin. Slowly, he trailed upward to my forearm, and an angry sigh left his mouth. Wordlessly, he cleaned and tended my cut. Wordlessly, he wiped the blood and brain matter from my face and neck. Wordlessly, he took off my stained hoodie and disgusting scrubs. Until I was left in my white undershirt and tight black shorts. 

His eyes were hard and staring just above the curve of my breast. Right where my heart rapidly beat. Right where the Black Mask had made a small but deep cut. And then his eyes trailed upward. Toward my bruised neck, and burned cheek. 

“I should have killed him slower,” he growled out. I hadn’t realized how close Jason was to me. Somehow he had gotten between my legs and mere inches away from my face. My cheeks heated, as I took in the oddly delicate features of this harsh man. He had a very light sprinkling of freckles across his nose. His eyes were more of a stormy gray than blue. His eyelashes were so pretty and long I wanted to slap him. And his Cupid’s bow was sharp and defined which highlighted his full lips. I swallowed roughly. 

“Thank you, for—for helping me,” I whispered, afraid that if I spoke any louder I might scare him off. 

Jason scoffed angrily, “You shouldn’t have been in that position in the first place. I’m going to beat Bruce with an inch of his life—”

Gently, I gripped Jason’s hand, “I chose this. Don’t be mad at Bruce. If anything, be mad at me. I should have been more prepared. I should have brought a weapon.” 

Jason leaned his forehead in so it was just barely touching mine. I involuntarily held my breath. 

His hands reached for mine as he traced along my old burns. “We are bad for you.” He whispered. 

“You guys have given me a part of myself that I thought was lost forever. How could that ever be bad?” I lifted a hand hesitantly up toward his cheek. Jason leaned in like he was desperate for the contact. For comfort. For me. 

“I can’t get you out of my head. I want—” Jason’s soft words were interrupted by the screeching of my car followed by the Batmobile. Jason practically jumped five feet away from me. I frowned at the lack of contact.

Well, Bruce is well enough to drive, that’s good. Pretty fucking shit timing though, Batboy. 

I lowered myself from the table. I tried hiding my wince, but I saw Jason tense. He reached forward steadying me, before scolding, “Do not push yourself for them.” 

Dick came out of my car with a large dimpled smile and a huge ugly shinner. Bruce looked pale but better. I motioned for them to sit where I was just perched. Ready to finish healing them.

Bruce was simple. I just had to re-patch him up. Finish what I started. Dick was a bit more complicated. Homie had the snot beat out of him. One of the bright sides was that he wasn't shot. 

When I was done, both Dick and Bruce politely excused themselves to their rooms. 

I slowly cleaned up my workstation. Jason silently helped me. His mouth was a firm line. 

My hands shook with exhaustion when I was done. My eyes went in and out of focus. My head was pounding from the exertion and the physical trauma. I covered my bad ear, trying to will the ringing to stop. Jason noticed and gently pulled me to him. Before I knew it he had his arm under my knees and back, and he cradled me into the elevator.

I snorted at him, “I’m fine, Jason, really. Don’t go through the trouble of carrying me.”

“I think I want to rip that word out of your vocabulary,” he snapped. “Let me just carry you. Don’t make it a big deal.”

My heart sank, and I whispered, “Okay. I’m sorry.”

“While I’m at it, I’ll take that one too,” he said, pressing the button number 4. Our floor number. “Don’t lie to me and tell me you’re fine. Don’t ever apologize for existing.” He huffed and paused, “Please.”

I nodded, not sure what to say. The elevator ride went by shockingly quickly. He walked past his room and into mine. He set me down on my bed gently. He pulled my blankets back and covered me. I got deja vu as he did it. I smiled under my covers. 

Jason pulled an armchair towards my bed. He angled it so he could see both the door and the windows. I looked at him, confused. 

He shrugged at me, “I didn’t like seeing a man have a gun in your mouth. I actually don’t think I saw it for more than two seconds before everything went red.”

“So, that explains why you’re watching me in my armchair because…”

Hashbrown barrelled toward Jason. She rubbed her body on his feet demanding attention. Jason swiftly picked her up and held her on his lap. She seemed to soothe him as he pet her. The tension in his body decreased, instead of ramrod straight he leaned back. Almost comfortable, but not quiet. 

“Because I need to make sure that you’re okay,” he said after a few minutes went by. 

“Why?” I asked, needing an answer. 

“I don’t like it when you’re hurt. Or in danger,” he answered. 

“Why?” I demanded, again. 

He roughly raked a hand through his messy hair, “I don’t know why. I just feel like… like you’re mine to protect. You put all your energy into healing other people. You deserve someone to care if you’re healthy and safe.” 

I think only two people in the world have ever cared about that. Sam and my mom. His words were like wildfire to my mind and body. 

Warmth bloomed in my chest, followed by boldness, “Do you have to protect me from all the way over there? Or can you protect me in my bed?”

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Hashbrown Cam!

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[harrowharkwife]

thinking thoughts about how nona was so obsessed with crown, and crown specifically- not coronabeth. crown, with her boots and her cargo pants and her guns and her hair tied back, with all her charm and strength, all her rage and determination.

was that really just nona? or, walk with me here- is there a chance that that was actually alecto, too, bleeding through and rising to the surface?

alecto, seeing a kind of kinship in crown- in this big, tall, strong blonde with a sword strapped to her back, hot and lovely and kind and awful and powerful and perfect. this woman who refuses to give up- on her sister, on saving jody, on BOE's resistance. who's unafraid to throw one hell of a tantrum, if it means being listened to, for once. crown, who everyone thinks of as dumb, who everyone underestimates, who no one ever takes as seriously as they should, even though she's clearly capable of plenty of atrocities in her own right. this woman who's been described over and over again as someone who positively radiates life, and energy, and vitality, and strength. this woman who wanted nothing more than the chance to be herself, to be free, to serve as cavalier and guardian and protector, but was instead sentenced at birth to a life of being a princess and wearing dresses and looking pretty and loving less and staying out of the way and keeping her mouth shut and playing second fiddle to a necromancer obsessed with power and glory. familiar, no? this woman who was betrayed, left behind, left alone, and left utterly in the dark by the one person who's supposed to love her the most- only to then be told that being abandoned was in her best interest, really, for her own safety.

thinking about all the times we've seen ianthe insult crown's intelligence and praise her beauty in the same breath. you big dumb bimbo, what can you do? of all the times we've seen ianthe fussing over crown's appearance. thinking of the sister-lyctor makeover-montage ahead of dios apate minor, and how harrow hated every second of it, and how ianthe treated it like nostalgic second nature. thinking about the third house: fucked-up planet gossip-girl with all its betrayal and espionage and flesh magic and debauchery, three for the gleam of a jewel or a smile. thinking about the pressure that must have come with keeping up the double-necromancer ruse, about ianthe having successfully played the part of two necromancers from the age of six. exactly how much practice must that have taken? thinking about the casual, automatic, possessive, offhanded, violating nature of ianthe playing god and giving harrow a full head of fast-growing hair without asking, without even telling her, just to make harrow prettier, just to piss her off, just because she could. how she did it so easily, and without hesitation, almost as though she's maybe done that sort of thing before.

thinking about preservation. about a perfect body frozen in ice for a myriad, about ianthe spending all her downtime on the mithraeum figuring out how long she can keep an apple core in perfect stasis before the rot sets in.

thinking about corpse puppeting: a deceased world leader here, a trusted cavalier and friend you've known from the cradle there. about i picked you to change, and this is how you repay me? about she took babs. and who even cares about babs? babs! she could have taken me!

thinking about alecto, and hollywood hair barbie, and you have made me a hideousness.

thinking about crown, who's by her own admission boobs and hair and talk and a hell of a swordhand.

thinking about something as simple as stud earrings, and about how much grief ianthe gave her for daring to wear them.

nona loved crown.

something tells me that alecto might, too.

#the locked tomb #alecto the ninth #alecto #coronabeth tridentarius #crown him with many crowns #ianthe tridentarius #locked tomb meta #am i tagging this right? idk #nona the ninth spoilers #harrow the ninth spoilers #to be PERFECTLY clear i love ianthe. and i still think it's ENTIRELY possible that corona will turn out to be Badtwin in the end #but truly who's to say. women's wrongs and whatnot #also ik nona WAS alecto but like. she was also her own person. To Me. a study in 'would i be a different person without all the baggage' et #tridentarii #what a fascinating fucked up little dynamic with those two

[stevesbipanic]

soulmate au where you can hear what song your soulmate has stuck in their head. Steve gets confused as to why he always hears heavy metal, because he always thought he'd fall for a girl who listens to cheesy romantic pop music, and Ed gets frustrated from all the Top 40 songs constantly playing in his head

Since my last soulmate AU was sad I should do another fluffy one so Ty for the prompt.

Eddie doesn't really remember a time a song wasn't playing in his head. He assumes there was probably a time when he was little bit his memories of childhood are fuzzy at best anyway. However, no matter how loud he plays his metal songs, the poppy top 40s songs of his soulmate will often drown them out. It almost drives him insane, until one day all the songs stop.

In the cold winter of 1983, Eddie Munson wakes up one day with no song in his head. This wasn't completely unusual, his soulmate was often an early riser but the holidays were coming up so people slept in more. What was strange however, was there was no song, all day. No song the next day and no song for weeks. Eddie knew something very bad had happened to his soulmate and he didn't know what to do.

Steve will often tell people he does bad at school because his soulmate plays the loudest music. When Steve was a kid the songs would only be now and then but since Steve was nine there was always some loud metal music rattling around his brain. Steve would spend years looking for some cool metal chic, but all the girls he met liked cute pop songs.

Steve was suspicious that Nancy was a secret metalhead when he fell head first in love with her. She wasn't, he wasn't surprised she always had indie music playing in her head. After he faced the Demogorgan, Steve didn't feel like listening to the radio, the staticky sound put him on edge, he sat in his room, all the lights off so they wouldn't flicker, and held his nail bat tightly. He would listen all day for the sound of danger, the only noise he heard was his soulmate. When his parents returned a few weeks later he had to go back to normal.

When Eddie woke up to some dumb song he heard on the radio once, he almost cried. His soulmate was ok.

In 1984, Eddie's soulmate had another blip, Eddie held his breathe, but the songs would return and his soulmate was ok.

In 1985, Eddie's soulmate had the dumbest songs in his head. Weeks after the fire Eddie would figure out he heard the same songs playing in the mall. He was glad he could still here them, his soulmate was still ok.

In 1986, Eddie felt bad for his soulmate. He'd been practicing Master of Puppets for weeks as soon as it came out, his soulmate must be sick of it. When everything started happening, Eddie's soulmate was quiet, Eddie hoped he was ok, that he wasn't dead somewhere like Chrissy.

Eddie silently apologised to his soulmate as he played his favourite song once more, he hoped they would forgive him if said song saved the world. As Eddie laid bleeding out in Dustin's arms, he wished he could hear a dumb pop song one more time. Maybe his soulmate was waiting for home on the other side.

...

....

.....

Eddie blinked his eyes open, the lights were bright, wait, bright lights? Eddie looked around as his eyes came into focus, he was in a hospital, he was alive. That wasn't the only surprising thing, Steve Harrington was asleep in a chair next to his bed.

"Hey, pretty boy, wake up."

"E-Eddie? EDDIE! Fuck you're awake! You're ok!"

"Yeah, seems like it, I'm guessing I have you and the others to thank."

"Yeah, couldn't let my soulmate bleed out in that hellhole."

"Soulmate?"

"Dustin told me what song you played."

Steve flicked Eddie's arm.

"Um OW! I'm injured here Stevie have mercy."

"That's for making me listen to that song for weeks, Eds!"

"Well it saved the world didn't it?"

"Yeah I guess it did."

"Plus you made me listen to cheesy pop songs sweetheart so we're even. You um, I thought you were dead sometimes, there would be no songs for weeks, I thought Vecna had killed you when there was no songs again this time."

"Don't like listening to songs when all this shit is going down, distracts me. I don't think my head has ever been as quiet as on that drive it the hospital, don't do that again ok?"

"I promise, Stevie, gonna be stuck with my loud as fuck music for life."

"Sounds good to me, Eds."

Guess Eddie's soulmate was waiting for him on the other side after all.

#stranger things #soulmate au #steddie #steddie au #steddie soulmate au #stranger things s4 #steve harrington #st4 #eddie munson #stranger things season 4 #ty for the prompt #ficlet #steddie ficlet

[anystalker707]

〰۰࿐·˚.𓆝 𓆟 𓆞 𓆝 𓆟.۰࿐·˚〰

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࿐ RORONOA ZORO

〰 Little Secrets | Zoro x [gn] Reader | Oneshot

Summary: Zoro always insists a little too much that they stop by a specific island then disappears until they need to leave again. What's going on? Tags: Sub! zoro, dom! reader, embarrassed zoro, pet names, fluff.

〰 Self care night with him | Zoro x [gn] Reader | Headcanons

Summary: Headcanons for spending some self care nights with each of them boys ♡ Tags: Zoro is a good bf.

〰 Him with an s/o who works out | Zoro x [gn] Reader | Headcanons

Summary: Headcanons for how he acts about you working out cuz you wanna be strong too !! Tags: Zoro is a cool gym bro / Squeezing Zoro's tit / Really tiny bits of suggestive content, nothing clear or relevant

〰 When he's a damn tease | Zoro x [gn] Reader | Headcanons

Summary: Headcanons about him teasing you because he knows you secretly like him Tags: He's just in love and needy for attention / Show off Zoro / His smug ass posture doesn't last long / Poor boy, but he's very sweet / Dom reader, sorta

〰 It's going nowhere [1/2] | Zoro x [gn] Reader | Oneshot

Summary: You were a slave to the Celestial Dragons, saved by Zoro, who decided to make you part of the crew and help you adjust to the new life. Tags: Loving Zoro / Very boyfriend content / Fluffy ending <3

↳ 〰 I'm going nowhere [2/2] | Zoro x [gn] Reader | Oneshot

Summary: (...) It's the first time you see Zoro get so wounded and pass out after a battle. Tags: Reader is very caring / Zoro recognizes it, so he makes sure to pamper reader / Very fluffy

〰 "Show me how to kiss?" | Zoro x [gn] reader | Headcanons + Oneshots

Summary: Two sets of headcanons: one in which you ask Zoro to show you what it is like to kiss and another one in which he's the one to ask. Tags: Shy Zoro / Fluffy and loving / Also sorta funny

〰 Him with a defiant s/o | Zoro x [gn] Reader | Headcanons

Summary: Headcanons about how they act when you're stubborn af. Tags: Zoro is a little desperate / he's very boyfriend

〰 You've done it before | Zoro x [male, amab] Reader | Imagine

Summary: It's nice making Zoro regret teasing you all week long. How many orgasms in a row can he handle? Tags: Smut / Overstimulation / Fingering / Oral Fixation / Penetration / Zoro likes it.

〰 Admiring your top surgery scars | Zoro x [ftm] Reader | Headcanons

Summary: Headcanons about them admiring your top surgery scars Tags: He is very loving and sweet about it Poor Zoro someone give him a hug

〰 I knew it | [OPLA] Zoro x [gn] Reader | Oneshot

Summary: Zoro likes you, and his feelings are clearly returned, but both of you seem oblivious to it. Tags: Clingy Zoro / But he sucks at expressing his feelings / he's dumb and grumpy but also very loving / Usopp thinks he's funny

〰 i could be your puppet | Zoro x [gn] Reader | Oneshot

Kinktober prompt: Objectifying/Using Tags: Oral / semi-public / Cums easily, poor boy !!!

〰 Weak spot | Zoro x [gn] Reader | Oneshot

Kinktober prompt: Oral Fixation Tags: Oral / sloppy / lots of spit / no plot / he's absolutely wrecked / his titt gets bitten !!

〰 Selfish | Zoro x [gn, afab] Reader | Oneshot

Kinktober prompt: Caught Tags: Oral / sloppy / Zoro eats you out / Transmasc friendly / use of 'pussy' tho / Some overstim

〰 Intoxicated | [trans, ftm] Roronoa Zoro x [gn, amab] Reader | Oneshot

Kinktober prompt: Gagged / Submission Tags: pussy drunk reader / reader gets turned on after seeing him go wild

〰 aching pleasure | Roronoa Zoro x [gender-neutral, amab] Reader

Kinktober prompt: Sadomasochism Tags: bottom zoro / he's also a good boy! / squeeze his tits / penetration / hair tugging / back scratching

〰 triplicated [1/2] | Zoro x [gn, amab] Reader x Law | Oneshot

Kinktober prompt: Monster fucking + Hierophilia + 3some Tags: AU / Demon Zoro / Priest Law / man has 3 cocks and manages to bottom / not proofread !

↳ 〰 triplicated [2/2] | Zoro x [gn, amab] Reader x Law | Oneshot

Summary: Zoro's grumpy and needy. Tags: AU / Demon Zoro / Priest Law / man has 3 cocks and manages to bottom / law tops him this time

࿐ VINSMOKE SANJI

〰 Anything? Anything | Sanji x [gn] Reader | Oneshot

Summary: It was a simple request for Sanji that turned into an absolute teasing mess. Tags: Very boyfriend content / Sanji using lipstick / Lots of affection.

〰 Maybe unrequited feelings | Sanji x [gn] Reader | Oneshot

Summary: The way he treated you made you wonder if he didn't like you, but it seems to be quite the opposite. Tags: Sanji is just a babygirl / Shy Sanji.

〰 Self care night with him | Sanji x [gn] Reader | Headcanons

Summary: Headcanons for spending some self care nights with each of them boys ♡ Tags: Babygirl Sanji as usual.

〰 Him with an s/o who works out | Sanji x [gn] Reader | Headcanons

Summary: Headcanons for how he acts about you working out cuz you wanna be strong too !! Tags: Sanji is a simp ! / Sanji knows nothing but he's excited / Really tiny bits of suggestive content, nothing clear or relevant

〰 When he's a damn tease | Sanji x [gn] Reader | Headcanons

Summary: Headcanons about him teasing you because he knows you secretly like him (there are two versions) Tags: version 1 has gentleman sanji treating you like a royalty while you're shy / in version 2, he is that too, but you make him flustered

〰 Giving him the silent treatment | Sanji x [gn] Reader | Headcanons + Imagine

Summary: You end up giving Sanji a silence treatment after the latest events. Tags: Sanji is very boyfriend / But also very dramatic / Just a little lack of communication

〰 Tea at 9pm | Sanji x [gn] Reader | Oneshot

Summary: You're not aware the cook had feelings for you. Tags: babygirl sanji / wholesome relationship / reader is a writer who keeps a journal with the crew's adventures / extremely fluffy ending

〰 "Show me how to kiss?" | Sanji x [gn] Reader | Imagines

Summary: Two imagines one in which you ask Sanji to show you what it is like to kiss and another one in which he's the one to ask. Tags: Gentleman Sanji !! / Also babygirl Sanji, ofc / Very sweet, y'kno / Sanji can't help himself / You can't either, but it's nice seeing him caving in / Very romantic

〰 Him with a defiant s/o | Sanji x [gn] Reader | Headcanons

Summary: Headcanons about how they act when you're stubborn af. Tags: Sanji is very soft about it / He is doing his best, but

〰 Admiring your top surgery scars | Sanji x [ftm] Reader | Headcanons

Summary: Headcanons about them admiring your top surgery scars Tags: He is very loving and sweet about it / Sanji is all careful and delicate

〰 Together? | [OPLA] Sanji x [gn] Reader | Oneshot

Summary: Hanging out after a busy night at Baratie. Tags: Bitter sweet / Sanji is very long / Boyfriend material / Sanji needs to hear some truths

〰 Denial | [OPLA] Sanji x [gn] Reader | Oneshot

Summary: Reader likes Sanji, but they're in denial. Tags: Bitter sweet / Sanji is very loving / Boyfriend material

〰 Healing | [OPLA] Sanji x [gn] Reader | Oneshot

Summary: Reader seems burnt out, so Sanji does his best to help his partner feel better Tags: Boyfriend material Sanji (the usual / lots of fluff

〰 Love bites | Sanji x [gn] Reader | Oneshot

Kinktober prompt: Biting Tags: Clingy Sanji / He's very vocal / Cums untouched

〰 Dolled up | Sanji x [male, amab] Reader | Oneshot

Kinktober prompt: Crossdressing Tags: He wears pretty lingerie / Demanding, but he's a bottom / He's very vocal / Just a princess

↳ 〰 Dolled up [2/2] | Sanji x [male, amab] Reader | Oneshot

Summary: Sanji wants another encounter with you. Tags: He wears pretty lingeries / Demanding, but he's a bottom / He's gets eaten out / Just a princess / a PILLOW princess

〰 A little show | Sanji x [gn] Reader | Oneshot

Kinktober prompt: Obedience Tags: he's so lovely / masturbation / dirty talking (?)

〰 Cherry lips | [trans, mtf] Vinsmoke Sanji x [amab] Reader

Kinktober prompt: Mirror + Clothes on Tags: she's so cute, ok / she's a good girl / penetration / she's pre-transition / cotaggecore sanji !

࿐ MONKEY D. LUFFY

〰 This is gonna be good | Luffy x [gn, afab] Reader | Oneshot

Kinktober prompt: Dacryphilia Tags: Transmasc friendly / Use of 'pussy' tho / Oral / Overstimulation / Penetration

〰 Relax, sweetheart | Luffy x [male, amab] Reader | Oneshot

Kinktober prompt: Inexperience Tags: Whiny (bottom) Luffy / He's needy ! / Overstimulation / Penetration

〰 Can you feel it? | Luffy x [gn, amab] Reader | Oneshot

Kinktober prompt: Size kink Tags: bottom luffy / belly bulge / overstimulation / size difference / fingering / cum as lube / riding / cock drunk

࿐ PORTGAS D. ACE

〰 Promise me | Ace x [gn] Reader | Oneshot

Summary: It almost feels like love at first sight, feelings playing with you while you fall for someone that can't stay Tags: Ace is very soft / Boyfriend content Ace / Fluffy af / Some little angst by the end.

〰 Self care night with him | Ace x [gn] Reader | Headcanons

Summary: Headcanons for spending some self care nights with each of them boys ♡ Tags: Bf material Ace.

〰 Him with an s/o who works out | Ace x [gn] Reader | Headcanons

Summary: Headcanons for how he acts about you working out cuz you wanna be strong too !! Tags: Ace is lazy af / Take care of Ace / Really tiny bits of suggestive content, nothing clear or relevant

〰 Way too hot | Ace x [gn] Reader | Oneshot

Summary: Ace can't keep his hands off you after you finish working out. Tags: Ace is annoying (/pos) <3 / needy bf / someone hold him, please / absolute dogboy

〰 Water Water Fruit | Ace x [gn] Reader | Oneshot

Summary: Ace finds out you actually got a Devil Fruit after he falls from the ship straight into the sea. Tags: He's a dumbass (affectionate) / Kinda male implied reader, if you squint

〰 Admiral, my Admiral | Ace x [gn] Admiral! Reader | Headcanons + Imagine

Summary: An unusual relationship that starts with a deal. Tags: no talk to him (ace) he angy / he gets to be babied tho / um, there's angst if you don't mind

〰 A little reminder | Ace x [male, amab] Reader | Oneshot

Summary: Do you need a reminder about who you belong to? Ace is glad to help. Tags: Jealous Ace / Rough / Oral / Chest fixation / Bruises

〰 Admiring your top surgery scars | Ace x [ftm] Reader | Headcanons

Summary: Headcanons about them admiring your top surgery scars Tags: He is very loving and sweet about it / Ace is totally boyfriend material

〰 Do I have a chance? | Ace x [gn] Reader | Oneshot

Summary: Ace is just trying to get you to like him. Tags: he's so. ace. / Marco just sits back and eats popcorn while watching it happen

〰 Got ya | Marine! Ace x Pirate! [amab/male] Reader | Oneshot

Summary: The rear admiral has a favorite pirate, apparently. Tags: Rough / Bruises / Overstimulation / Hate fucking / Dom-sub dynamics / Dom Ace / Very light dacryphilia / Objectifying

〰 I wasn't asking | Ace x [male, amab] Reader | Oneshot

Kinktober prompt: Riding Tags: Dom-sub dynamics / Bottom Ace / Ace is a good boy

〰 Just that, nothing more | Ace x [gn, afab] Reader | Oneshot

Kinktober prompt: Cockwarming Tags: Whiny Ace / He also wants a lot of attention / Transmasc friendly

〰 Outdoors | [afab] Ace x [male, amab] Reader | Oneshot

Kinktober prompt: Outdoors Tags: pussy eating / riding / ace is a good boy

〰 I need you with me | Ace x [gender neutral] Reader | Oneshot

Summary: After the Marineford events, all that Ace needs is some love. Tags: ace is recovering, so he needs you to be gentle / he's so sweet / lots of fluff / universe in which ace survived marineford

࿐ KILLER

〰 Boom! | Killer x [gn] Reader | Headcanons + imagines

Summary: It literally goes like “says he likes crazy girls, but hates when i act crazy" Tags: Fluffy and funny / Thank god for big men / lots of reader sitting on his lap

࿐ YAMATO

〰 'cause i'm on my knees | Yamato x [gn] Reader | Oneshot

Kinktober prompt: Orgasm control + Feet Tags: Dom-Sub Dynamics / Sub Yamato / He's very vocal / Begs a lot

࿐ VINSMOKE NIJI

〰 Playing with fire | Niji x [gn, amab] Reader | Oneshot

Kinktober prompt: Hate fucking + Semi-public Tags: He's very vocal / Against a wall / Some insults, nothing serious

〰 Playing with fire | Niji x [gn, afab] Reader | Oneshot

Kinktober prompt: Hate fucking + Semi-public Tags: Transmasc friendly / He's very vocal / Against a wall / Some insults, nothing serious

࿐ TRAFALGAR LAW

〰 Make me feel good | Law x [gn, amab] Reader | Oneshot

Kinktober prompt: Comfort fuck + Praises Tags: Dom-Sub undertones / Petnames / Penetration

〰 Jealous? Me? | Trafalgar Law x [gender-neutral, afab] Reader | Oneshot

Kinktober prompt: Jealous sex Tags: Transmasc friendly / Dom-Sub undertones / Penetration / Strap game / Bottom law !

〰 only for me us | Law x [gn, afab] Reader x Kid | Oneshot

Kinktober prompt: cucking Tags: Transmasc friendly / use of 'pussy' / Penetration / Exhibitionism

〰 Tough guy? Where? | [ftm] Law x [gn] Reader | Oneshot

Kinktober prompt: handcuffed Tags: Law gets his pussy eaten / good for him / sea-prism stone handcuffs

〰 triplicated [1/2] | Zoro x [gn, amab] Reader x Law | Oneshot

Kinktober prompt: Monster fucking + Hierophilia + 3some Tags: AU / Demon Zoro / Priest Law / man has 3 cocks and manages to bottom / not proofread !

↳ 〰 triplicated [2/2] | Zoro x [gn, amab] Reader x Law | Oneshot

Summary: Zoro's grumpy and needy. Tags: AU / Demon Zoro / Priest Law / man has 3 cocks and manages to bottom / law tops him this time

࿐ CORAZÓN

〰 'missed you | Corazón x [gn, amab] Reader | Oneshot

Kinktober prompt: Over a desk Tags: bottom Cora / gets fucked during a call / he's whiny as hell / penetration, mainly

#one piece #one piece live action #opla #sanji x reader #zoro x reader #ace x reader #portgas d ace x reader #killer x reader #one piece x reader #monkey d luffy #nico robin #x male reader #x female reader

[borathae]

“A terrible storm forces you and your lover to stay inside. Luckily for you, Yoongi has the best ideas to pass the time. Candlelight, soft touches and Shibari.”

Pairing: Vampire!Yoongi x f.Reader

Genre: established relationship!AU, Smut, BDSM theme

Warnings: soft Dom!Yoongi, sub!Reader, Shibari, he is so gentle with her, strength kink, he carries her cause he's a strong vampire & she loves that he does, lots of kisses, body worshipping, breast worship, praising, loving petnames, scent kink, fangs, gentle biting, oral (f.receiving), male masturbation, the safest subspace, loving aftercare, also I am aware that most rope art sessions don't include a lot of fumbling and that just the act of tying is considered enough but I wanted to put my own take on it because I think that Yoongi whilst finding great pleasure in the act of tying would still want to shower her in a little bonus attention

Wordcount: 6.8k

a/n: Upon popular demand here is Sanguis!Yoongi being in a soft dom mood and tying OC's body. There is just something about him taking the lead that makes me go 🥴dumb🥴, like he treATS HER SO WELL FUCK

You are sharing a blanket and a pillow, lying on the fur rug in front of the fireplace and playing shadow puppets. 

It's storming outside. It enters the estate through the smallest of nooks and crannies, making the entire building sing. You don’t mind the sounds because you are cozied up with your love and like this, nothing can hurt you. 

"Raawr", Yoongi mimics the growl of a wolf right before his little shadow wolf attacks your shadow rabbit and eats it. 

"No, why did you do that?" you whine.

Yoongi chuckles softly, giving your hand a little squeeze.

"Don't blame me, that’s the circle of life." 

"Yeah? Hssss", you make weird hissing sounds, attacking Yoongi’s wolf with a weirdly shaped humanoid figure, "dead."

"Dead? Sorry, what exactly was that supposed to be? A weird lump?" 

"You, duh? You vampire-killed the wolf, obviously."

"That's not how I look", Yoongi complains in a laugh, "or sound. When have I ever hissed like that?" 

"All the time."

"All the time?" 

You turn your heads, looking at each other. 

"Yep, you just don’t notice."

"You’re a brat", he says, tilting his head so your noses would touch. 

You steal a kiss as an answer. Yoongi keeps his eyes closed afterwards, smiling softly. 

Outside the storm picks up, throwing the rain against the windows angrily. Almost as if it wanted to punish it for something nobody will ever find out. 

Lighting. 

Instant thunder. 

"Geez", you startle, drawing closer to Yoongi on instinct.

"Don't be scared, I’m here", he says in a soothing voice, letting you cuddle into his side all while his arm lays itself under your head.

"I'm not scared. Thunder is just so loud", you tell him.

"I know, right? We must be in the worst part right now."

Lighting and thunder again, howling of the strong wind and clattering of the shutters, forcing a flinch through you. Yoongi presses you closer instinctively, rubbing his hand up and down your arm slowly. 

"God Yoongi, not gonna lie, maybe I'm a little scared. I don’t mind rain, but it’s so scary when the wind is really strong", you confess, which earns you a gentle kiss on your forehead.

"Don't be. This castle has seen it all. We're safe here."

"Yeah?" 

"Mhm, yeah", he promises and kisses the bridge of your nose.

“Do you think my plants will be okay? What if they rip off?” 

“I’m sure they will be okay. They’re strong”, he assures you. 

“You think so?” 

Yoongi hums a yes and kisses the tip of your nose, before trailing his kisses up to your forehead. You can’t deny the comfort this brings you, melting into a puddle of relaxation.

"You know what we should do?" he asks you.

"What? Tell me", you say, craning your neck to look up at him. 

"Do something that takes your mind off the storm."

“Something that takes my mind off the storm?”

“Mh-hm yeah”, he mumbles, placing a kiss on your lips.

"And what's that supposed to be? Mhm?" you tease, caressing his tummy.

"Well, I", he flips you to your back, lying himself between your legs, "feel like being creative."

"Creative? Tell me more about it."

"Have you ever heard of Shibari?"

"Japanese rope art? Of course I have. There are a few books about it in the library. Why?" 

"I'm into it."

"Well damn, Yoongi. You are full of surprises. First you let me be your kidnapper and now this. What’s next?”

“Ice cubes up my ass, always wanted to try.”

“Geez Yoongi.”

He chuckles, “I’m messing with you”, he says and pecks your cheek.

“Why do I get a feeling that you aren’t?”

“You can’t prove it”, he says and takes your hands to pin them above your head. Then he begins tracing your wrists and lower arms.

He does this often when you and him are alone. Pinning each other’s hands above the other’s heads has become such a regular thing in your cuddles that you aren’t surprised by when he does it tonight. As a matter of fact, you helped him with it, now enjoying the soft, innocent touches he gives you.

Thunder roars through the night again. The lighting brings out his real eyes for a quick second.

Yoongi intertwines his fingers with you, looking at you with mesmerised eyes.

“I can’t prove it?” you ask him.

“Yeah”, he grins boyishly, “so what do you think? Want to do something else?”

You know that Yoongi is shifting attention with that question, but you don’t mind.

“Is cuddling not good enough for you?” you tease him. 

“No it’s good”, Yoongi says without hesitation. He buries his face in the crook of your neck and begins leaving kisses there, “just thought that maybe you wanted to do something else.”

“Are you going to do it to me or can I do it to you?” you ask him with your eyes closed because his neck kisses are to die for.

“I’m fine with both. What do you want to do? The decision is yours.”

“The decision is mine? But it was your idea.”

“I know, I want you to decide.”

“Fine, I’ll decide that you should decide.”

Yoongi huffs out air, “brat, just use your words”, he says, lifting his head for the sole purpose of sending you a faux annoyed look.

“I am.”

“No you’re not, you’re deflecting.”

You snicker, lifting your shoulders to your ears in a shy squirm. Yoongi’s eyes soften.

“Fuck, you’re so cute”, he presses out, using his strength to pull you up and sit you down on his lap. He kisses you, swallowing the surprised squeak you let out with gratefulness.

He breaks the kiss when you are searching for his closeness by pressing yourself into him. He tugs imaginary strands of hair behind your ears before cupping both your cheeks.

“Can I do it to you?” he asks you with his breathing quickened.

“Yeah”, you say quietly.

“Yes? Do you want me to do it to you, princess?”

You nod your head, squirming on his lap.

“Say it for me, love.”

“Yes, please do it to me”, you tell him.

“That’s my best girl”, he praises, speeding up your heartbeat with the praise. He soothes his fingers down your cheek, taking your chin between his thumb and pointer finger afterwards. It is such a small gesture, but it makes you fall. Yoongi knows so well just where to touch and what to say to get you there instantly. Into this warm fuzzy space of giving up control and letting him guide the journey. It feels so nice to fall when Yoongi is the one pushing you over the edge.

“Can you tell me what you say when you want me to stop, princess?”

“Snowdrop or I just have to think it and you’ll stop.”

Yoongi smiles proudly, caressing your chin once.

“Good job”, he praises, dancing his thumb over your lips.

You ache for the weight of it on your tongue, all of your senses are telling you to open your mouth and take him inside. But you shouldn’t because you would look too needy and Yoongi hasn’t even really started yet.

Not that he can’t already smell how excited you are. Your sweetness has been filling his senses ever since he dragged you on top of his lap.

“Now come with me”, he says, standing up with you in his arms.

“Why?”

“You get to choose the ropes, of course”, he says and smiles when you melt closer to him with a shy sigh. He pats your butt gently, pecking your cheek after you wrapped your arms around him and hid your face in his neck.

Yoongi takes you to his secret room. Hidden behind one of the bookshelves in his office with the doorknob camouflaged as a bust lies a spacious room. And in said room he is storing his insane collection of toys in hand carved furniture and displays. Sextoys if one may add.

Yoongi told you that this was the secret room he told you about all whilst you were still trying not to pass out in shock.

“I thought this was a joke”, you said back then, but ten minutes later he had you writhing for him on his big bed and with an array of toys by your side and you were very happy that he was not joking back then.

Yoongi sits you down on the massage desk he has standing in one corner of the room. He tries to step back only to fail when you hold him tightly.

“Princess”, he chuckles, squeezing your sides, “you’ve gotta let go.”

“Don’t wanna, you’re so warm.”

“Come on, let go”, he orders lovingly, tugging your arms away for you. But you wrap yourself right around him again, making him chuckle, “fine, then stay”, he says and picks you back up with one arm. 

He carries you to the drawer and opens it, rummaging through it while you sigh and hum in his arm.

“Look princess, which ones do you want?” 

You lift your head from his shoulder, looking at him with sparkly eyes. He pinches your cheek softly. 

“Don’t look at me, look at the ropes”, he says with a smile. 

“You’re so strong, Yoongi.”

“Love, the ropes”, he says, barely stifling the snicker threatening to escape. 

“Oh yeah”, you say, turning your head. You rest your cheek on his shoulder and look into the drawer.

Yoongi has an impressive collection of ropes. Different colours, thicknesses, lengths and even materials. You can’t run out of ropes with him that much is sure (unless he rips through them again like he did that night). 

“I want black”, you tell him. 

“That’s a good choice and what material?”

“Something that feels good.”

He chuckles, “you’re something else. You know I can make every material feel good”, he says and grabs a bundle of tossa jute ropes, “let’s go with those, okay? They’ll look good and feel nice too.”

“Yes okay, I trust you.”

"Feel it", he offers you the rope and you do. 

"Really soft. I want that one." 

"As you wish."

Yoongi closes the drawer after grabbing a pair of safety scissors and leaves the toy room afterwards, locking it behind himself. 

Once back in the bedroom, he sits down on the fur, placing you on top of his lap.

“How are you doing?” he asks, “do you still want to do it?”

“Yes, I’m already really excited. I never did actual rope art before.”

“I’ll go slow, okay? You’ll really love it, I promise.”

“I know. I never doubted you”, you tell him, caressing his shoulders, "that’s why I'm so excited because I know you'll make it fun."

Yoongi gives you a quick smile then lifts you off his lap, sitting you down on the fur. He gets on all fours to make it easier to kiss you. First your forehead then your lips. The kiss is meant to calm you down and really get you in the zone. Not that he has to do a lot for that to happen. You are so, so gone in the zone.

Yoongi breaks the kiss, gazing at you with loving eyes. 

"You're so beautiful, my love", he whispers.

"You too", you tell him, feeling oh so giddy. 

"Now tell me. Do you want to try it with your clothes on or can I undress you?"

"Which one feels better?" 

"They both feel nice, it depends if you want to be naked or not", he explains and pecks your cheek just because he wanted to.

"It depends?" you ask.

"Yes, the decision is all yours, my princess. You don’t have to get naked if you don’t want to", he says quietly before nibbling on your ear gently. 

Shivers run down your spine, your hands fall to his shoulders to hold him.

"I want to. Please Yoongi take off my clothes", you sigh, feeling him smile against your skin. 

"Of course, my beautiful. Anything you want", he says and hooks his fingers in the hem of your shirt.

You help him by lifting your arms over your head. The shirt is off quickly, now discarded and forgotten. 

"Oh princess", Yoongi says, letting his eyes run over your torso, "I won’t ever grow bored of that view."

"Don't say that", you whisper shyly, squirming when Yoongi gets even closer to you as he reaches behind you to open your bra. 

The clasp opens with a skilled flick of his fingers. Yoongi however takes his time, lowering his head so he could trail kisses along your left shoulder. And while he kisses you, his fingers play with the bra strap, tugging it down your shoulder more and more until it finally slips down your arm. 

You gasp as this happened, gasping again when Yoongi changes shoulders and begins kissing your skin with devoted lips. Down and down his fingers tug until finally the strap falls and with it your bra.

Yoongi doesn’t look at first, instead he continues kissing your shoulder, dancing his lips to your neck. One kiss right where your pulse is racing, then he lifts his head. 

He looks at your chest, eyes filling with wonder. 

"Look at you", he says, "shit, I can’t wait to put rope around them."

"Do you think it will look nice?"

"Of course it will. Your body is perfect for it", he says and smiles softly, "and your tits are the best." 

"God Yoongi, stop being cheesy." 

"It's you who taught me, don’t blame the student", he teases, which earns him a soft nudge to his chest. 

"You're stupid", you murmur, making him chuckle.

"Perhaps", he says, sitting back on his heels. With fond eyes he studies your body.

You find yourself burning up under his intense gaze whilst at the same time basking in it. You feel shy and yet so incredibly attractive. Truly, being gazed upon by Yoongi feels like such a blessing. 

"Do you want the pants gone too or should we keep them on?" he asks.

"Yes, gone please."

"Then stand up for me."

You follow with wobbly knees. Yoongi makes sure to support you by placing his strong hands on your waist. Like this he is kneeling in front of you, gazing up at you with love drunk eyes. 

"My beautiful queen", he whispers, burying his face in your stomach. His hands, once on your sides, travel to your lower back. He hugs you oh so tightly, placing the most devoted kiss on your stomach.

"Tickles", you giggle, writhing away from him but he only pulls you closer.

"Don't flee, let me hold you", he orders so sweetly you can’t disobey. 

Giggling, you allow him to place his kisses on your lower tummy and for his hands to rub up and down your back. 

He slows down once the hem of your pants brush against his lips. With a flutter of his lashes, he looks up at you as he hooks his fingers in your pants and begins pulling. 

First over the swell of your butt and then down in the front. Yoongi shifts his gaze to your lips and the way they are parting. 

The fabric pools around your ankles. Said ankle gets touched by Yoongi before he makes you step out of the pants leg. He repeats it with the other side, running his hands up your legs once done. 

"Spread your legs a little", he orders, touching your inner thighs. 

You do so gladly, moaning softly when Yoongi uses the opportunity to leave a tender bite on your sensitive inner thigh. It was just a brush of his teeth and then his soft lips follow. 

The other side gets kisses and a whispered praise of just how soft you are and a promise that he won’t ever grow bored of this feeling. And while he whispers sweet nothings into your skin, his fingers make sure that your panties leave your body. 

You step out of them all on your own, sneaking a shy glance down at him. Yoongi is mesmerised by your middle as always. Not a day goes by where this man becomes any less obsessed with your core, tonight is no different. He inhales deeply and shudders. 

"You smell so goddamn sweet", he rasps, pulling you closer with his hands on your butt.

You squeak and stumble, finding hold in his hair. You are so ready to get his tongue that it almost feels like betrayal when he doesn’t lock his mouth onto your pussy. Instead he kisses the spot right above it, inhaling with a deep growl of bliss. 

"So fucking sweet", he mumbles, squeezing your butt.

"Please", you whimper, making him lift his head.

"Please what?" 

"Eat me out." 

Yoongi shakes his head, "not yet."

"But-" 

"Be patient", he warns, squeezing your hips sternly, "now kneel for me."

"You're so mean", you mumble, following the command even if it hurts. You really, really wanted to be eaten out by him. Oh, you are yearning for it. 

"Don't give me that face", Yoongi says, taking your chin between his fingers.

It only makes you pout harder, just so you can see what he will do. 

"No, no", he says, gripping your cheeks softly yet sternly, "no pouting."

You furrow your brows. Yoongi squeezes your cheeks.

"No frowning either", he orders, dropping your cheeks just so he can caress your chin most tenderly with his thumb.

You relax your features because quite frankly, it feels so good to be good for him. 

"There we go, you’re so beautiful", he praises, tracing your lips with his fingertips. 

"Yoongi", you whisper.

"Yes, princess?" 

"Just…want more", you murmur. 

He chuckles and sits back on his heels, "you're so impatient", he says, "but fine, let's start with the tying. I'll go slow, okay?" 

"Yes okay." 

"Do you want me to restrain some of your movements or should we try merely decorative for a start?"

"What's better?" 

"They’re both good. One will feel more constricting while the other will feel free." 

"I don't know yet. Can we try without restraints?"

"Of course, that’s a good decision", he says and reaches for the ropes. He places them next to you, putting the safety scissors right next to them.

"Why do you have scissors?" you ask him.

"It's for getting you out quickly in case you don’t want to anymore for any reason or it starts to hurt."

"Can’t you just rip through the ropes? You’ve ripped through so many already."

Yoongi laughs and shakes his head, "I could, but let's not risk me giving you rope burns because I caused friction. Scissors are safer."

"Okay", you say, watching with great interest as he decides on which rope to get, "thank you for doing this with me and for explaining all of it. It’s so much fun to learn with you." 

Yoongi sneaks a fond glance at you before looking back at the ropes.

"Thank you for wanting to do this with me. You’re fulfilling a dream of mine", he says and lifts a bundle of neatly tied rope, "I will wrap this around your torso now, okay?"

"Yes, just tell me what to do."

"Relax and enjoy it", he says, crawling behind you, "I will tell you whenever you need to do something."

"Okay", you say, shivering when Yoongi wraps his arms around you from behind and kisses your neck. 

You let your head fall against his shoulder, caressing his lower arms. 

"Is this part of it?" you sigh.

"It's all part of it. I'll make you feel so good, princess", he whispers against your skin, "so good, hear me?" 

"Yeah, I do", you tell him, exhaling shakily when he sucks on your favourite spot. 

"So sweet", he rasps, "love your taste."

"Tickles", you sigh, shivering like crazy. 

He purrs and finally releases your tender skin. He kisses the spot to soothe it, placing the next kiss on your shoulder. And while he kisses you, he begins tying you by placing the rope around your shoulders. 

"How's that?" he asks. 

"Really soft", you say, drawing closer.

"That's good to hear, I’ll do the first knot now, ready?" 

You nod your head, "so ready", you say, looking down at your own torso. 

Yoongi placed the rope around your shoulders in a way so that the ends would tangle over your torso on each side. He crosses said sides, securing the position with an intricate knot. He continues the pattern all the way down to your belly button, leaving little kisses and bites on your shoulders and neck the entire time. 

"That's so pretty", you say, arching your back to help Yoongi. He is trailing the rope to your back, guiding it along your waist before crossing it in the back. It tickles as he ties the knot. 

"I've only started, it'll get nicer."

"But it's already so nice. It's like I'm wearing a pretty tie." 

Yoongi chuckles deeply, inching closer now that he reaches to the front again. He kisses your jawline as he does, eliciting a surprised yet happy gasp from you. 

He ties another knot and guides the rope to the back. And as he does, he makes sure to dance his fingertips over your skin, forcing goosebumps to cover every inch of your body. 

Your hips are squirming, your thighs press together. You can’t lie, this turns you on a lot. He is attentive and slow in his touches. The feeling is so special, riling you up so wonderfully.

Yoongi breaks away from your neck, "stay like this, okay?" 

"What are you doing?"

"Gotta get to the front." 

"Okay." 

Yoongi sits down on his heels and reaches for the second rope. He begins by securing it on the loops he created with the first rope. Like this a criss-cross pattern adorns your upper chest, looking like the most intricate neck piece. Once done, he leads it above your breasts, forcing heat to your cheeks. 

"Oh god that’s-" you fluster, meeting his concerned gaze. 

"Why's your heart racing? Should we stop?" 

"No, it’s just so", you lower your gaze and giggle, "my boobs are so framed now."

Yoongi smiles warmly, "I know", he says in a sweet voice, "they look so beautiful this way."

You look at him, feeling oh so beautiful. Especially when he comes closer as he wraps the rope around you. 

"Yoongi, it feels good", you whisper, getting lost in his eyes. 

"It does", he speaks gently, guiding the soft rope back to the front to attach it to the loop right between your breasts. 

He works so diligently and intently. Like most things he does. Cooking, baking, making music, even simple tasks like placing groceries in the cart or helping you in the garden. Yoongi does them with such intent and always with so much tender care. For someone who could easily lift a car with one arm and for someone who insists to not know how to be gentle, he carries nothing but softness in his hands. 

Yoongi lifts his head, meeting your glassy gaze. 

"What's the matter?" 

"It's just that everything you do is always so gentle", you whisper, "I feel so safe with you." 

"Oh", he flusters, "thank you", he cringes, "sorry, I meant you can. I want you to feel safe." 

"I do."

Yoongi looks at you. Feeling overwhelmed by happiness, he leans in to kiss your lips. 

"Nothing's gonna hurt you, love", he whispers, "as long as you want to be with me, I won’t leave your side."

"Good then don’t ever leave."

Yoongi exhales shakily, nodding his head, "promise." 

"Good." 

He works with even more tenderness for his next tie. Guided to the back once before brought to the front right underneath your breasts, the soft rope gets tied to one of the loops. Like this your chest piece is finished, now framing your breasts most beautifully. The rope feels snug against your chest without giving pressure. It’s such a nice feeling.

"There we go", Yoongi says, stopping his tying for a moment to admire his work, "you look fucking beautiful." 

You sneak a glance down at yourself, feeling your heart flutter. 

'They’re so in focus", you whisper, looking at his face instead.

He is mesmerised, nodding his head in agreement whilst his eyes race over your framed breasts. 

He places his big hands underneath them, running his thumb along the black rope. It elicits an impatient gasp from you, forcing your back to arch into his touch in chase for more. 

Yoongi gives it to you gladly, leaning down to place the most tender kiss on your skin. He places his left hand right between your shoulder blades, helping you arch your back just right so he can reach your chest easier. And while he does, his right hand massages your unkissed breast as his lips travel along your other side. 

You feel your skin prickle as Yoongi takes your nipple between his lips to suck it softly. Wet and warm the sensation lingers on your skin, turning into a cold shiver once he releases your swollen pebble to kiss your flesh instead.

"You're my prettiest", he praises, sealing the promise with a kiss to the part which tingles the most. 

You squirm, giggling quietly. 

He lifts his gaze upon hearing his favourite sound, giving you a blinding smile. 

"Do that again", he says, eliciting a giggle from you just because he is Yoongi and you’re so happy because of him. He raises his head quickly, noses brushing together and breaths intermingling as he giggles with you, "this is my favourite sound", he confesses, claiming your lips in a kiss mid-smile. 

You feel so giddy once he pulls back, squirming happily when he looks into your eyes. 

"Don't ever stop doing it", he orders and you nod your head, "good. My pretty."

And with that he grabs the rope again to continue his tying. He wraps it around your torso, tying it in the back before guiding it to the front and securing it in one of the loops. Like this one more intricate netting is sitting right underneath your chest, accenting your curves perfectly. 

Yoongi finishes off with a comfortable knot at the back, travelling his hands over the ropes on his way to the front. 

"The chest piece is done", he tells you, admiring his work with lovedrunk eyes, "it's fucking beautiful on you." 

"You really think so?" 

"Of course, hey", he takes your waist between his safe hands, tugging you close to him. His eye contact is intense and mesmerising, "you're the most beautiful person ___, do you hear me? Don’t doubt yourself."

"You're so cheesy", you murmur, having to giggle afterwards. 

"I'm serious", he says, allowing you to wrap your arms around his waist so you can hug him.

"I'm so happy", you confess.

"Me too", Yoongi says, caressing the back of your neck. He loves how good you smell. Happiness and so much love. You smell so good this way. 

"What are you going to do next?" you ask him, melting under his loving caress.

"I could do your legs", he offers, "if you still want to continue, that is."

"Yes please, do my legs", you plead, sitting back impatiently, "should I do it like that?" 

"No, stand up again."

You follow happily, gasping as Yoongi grips your hips strongly just to squeeze them. 

"You're so wet, what the hell", he murmurs, eyes glued to your pussy. 

"Taste it?" you offer in a shy whisper, earning yourself a glance from you. 

"Don't tempt me", he says, kissing your lower tummy, "fuck, I wanna have you." 

"Don't say that", you whine, rubbing your thighs together which makes Yoongi growl playfully.

He pinches your tummy with his teeth, squeezing your hips. Then he sits back on his heels, starting his art by wrapping the rope around your waist a few times until you are wearing a comfortable rope belt. It feels like unbearable teasing to have him so close to where it aches the most, but with no intention of stilling said ache. You can barely stand still without feeling the urge to rub your thighs together or buck your hips closer to him. 

"Base is done", he announces, gripping the rope belt just so he can tug you closer.

"A-ah", you stumble, knees wobbling unbearably because like this you can feel his breath swirl over your pussy. 

"I can do this now", he says, half-lidded eyes glued to your pussy, "I can tug you closer, princess." 

You roll your hips into him, hoping for a brush of his lips. But Yoongi doesn’t give it to you, moving his head back and leaving you oh so desperate. You whine, which he ignores with a small smirk curling at the right corner of his lips. 

He drops his hands from the rope belt, reaching for another set of rope. He starts off with your left leg, using the black rope to draw a pattern of tight knots and symmetrical loops down your thigh. It feels so torturously good. You are so terribly desperate for his touch. Granted, his touch has been dancing over your skin ever since he began tying, but it is not what you crave most. You want him between your legs, lapping at your aching core and gripping your hips strongly. 

Yoongi lifts his head after finishing the pattern. His eyes are ruby, glowing in insatiable hunger for you. The view makes your knees wobble and for your pussy to ache even more. 

"I'm so dizzy", he confesses, "you smell so fucking good. It’s so hard to concentrate." 

"Please don’t hold back", you beg, rolling your hips against nothing in hopes he understands.

His eyes flicker, tongue darting out to wet his lips. 

"Shit, princess you’re so temptatious", he croaks, squeezing your hips as his eyes flit to your pussy. He draws closer, moaning softly as he parts his lips. 

"Yes, please", you keen, chasing him. Finally. Finally you will get his touch.

You can already feel it on you. His soft lips, his wet tongue, his warmth and eagerness. Yoongi ate you out so many times already that you can recall just how wonderful he feels, riling yourself up in the process. 

Yoongi darts his tongue out, being so close that you can feel the heat radiate off of him. Your clit throbs, you feel excitement spill out of you. 

Even closer. Yoongi inhales deeply, twisting his fingers in the rope belt. One more tilt of his head. You close your eyes in preparation, leaking like crazy.

"No", the warmth disappears, leaving you hurting in desperation, "stop tempting me. I'm not done yet." 

"Yoongi please", you whimper, knees wanting to give up on you. Holy shit, you feel edged even if he didn't touch you. 

"No. No whining. I have to finish this", he says, voice raspy in his own desperation. He suffers just as much as you do. He wants nothing more than your sweetness.

He works sloppily on your second leg. Not that he wants to, but his fingers are shaking and his vision is blurry and because of that, he messes up too many times for his liking. 

He opens yet another wrongly done knot, lifting his head. 

"Can you see what you're doing to me? I've messed up again", he says, speech impared by his fangs. 

"Please hurry up", you beg, twisting his hair between your clammy fingers.

Yoongi curses, fixating his gaze back to his work. Two more knots and then the pattern is finished. He works with his breathing sped up and his cock straining his pants. One more knot. You moan above him, filling his nose with your sweet scent. 

Yoongi gulps, feeling drool drip from his chin. He doesn’t bother to wipe it, instead he licks his lips and furrows his brows.

One more. He can do it. He is a master of control after all. Controlling his desire for you has to be easy for him. One more knot.

He shivers as you twist his hair again, feeling his control slip more and more. 

He blinks rapidly to focus his eyes. One more knot! It’s not that hard. 

Yoongi finally manages to perfect it. 

"Finally", he says, "holy fuck, princess", he growls, picking you up within a second just to, one more second later, have you on top his chaiselounge, forcing a high-pitched moan out of you.

He grabs you by your rope belt and tugs you right to the edge of it, so he can kneel between your spread legs and admire your pussy. 

And he does, he admires her with tripping fangs and a throbbing cock.

"You're so soaked", he growls, pulling you onto his face with the help of the ropes.

"Ah!" your voice is pitched, sounding so terribly desperate, "Yoongi", his name is soaked in pleasure, your legs are trembling. 

Yoongi pins down your squirming hips with the help of the ropes, looking up at you with his mouth latched onto your swollen clit. 

Your gazes meet. Yoongi thrusts his hips against nothing because of it, feeling way too desperate. You look so ruined. Eyes all out of focus and lips agape. 

He breaks away from you. 

"You taste fucking amazing tonight", he rasps, "I'm going crazy."

"Yoongi", you whimper, reaching for his hair. 

He gives it to you with a tilt of his head, using the moment to play with your clit. With his tongue, flicking and swirling it over your sensitive bundle of nerves until he has you whimpering loudly and your hips chase him desperately. 

"Shit princess", he breaks away in a demonic growl, concoction of your juices and his drool tripping down his chin, "you have too much power over me. I just wanted to tie you and now look at me", he laughs lazily, tilting his head back to show off his deep red lips glistening because of you, "drowning in your pussy juice like it's my purpose." 

You mewl, silencing his dangerous tongue by pushing him onto your pussy. He moans loudly, accepting his fate with rolled back eyes. 

He slurps and swallows loudly, using his entire head to grind his mouth and tongue against your pussy. He lingers on your favourite spots, speeds up when you taste the sweetest, growls when you shake in surprise. 

You are moaning and whimpering above him, twisting his hair and arching your back way too often. Waiting for his touch for so torturously long was so worth it. He feels like the only heaven you want to be sent to. 

Not long and his pants are pulled down just enough that he can get his cock out. The fabric of them pinches him right at his base, but Yoongi likes that sensation. It makes his cock even harder and his veins oh so swollen. 

He breaks away from your pussy just so he can spit a healthy amount of your juices and his drool into the palm of his hand. He wraps his soiled hand around his cock and begins jerking himself off quickly. 

"Fuck", he curses under his breath, "fucking shit princess, you got me jerking off", he tells you, smothering himself with your pussy again. 

You throb against him, hips rolling up and voice trembling in your throat. 

Yoongi rarely jerks off. That’s what he told you. And to know that you've got him so good tonight that he can only handle himself by jerking off makes you want to pass out right here and there. You've got him jerking off. You've got him fucking jerking off.

Just imagining how his big hand works his cock, how small it probably makes it look even if Yoongi is far from being small, just how prominent his veins must look. How his knuckles most definitely turned pale because you learned that if Yoongi grips his cock, he grips it hard. And then how wet he must be, how his spit and your juices are mixing with his precum and covering every single inch of his swollen cock and huge hand.

"Fuck Yoongi, please slow down", you beg, because your own imagination got you way too close.

Yoongi breaks away, licking his soiled lips. 

"Are you close?" he asks, arm tensing and relaxing in sync with his hand around his cock. It taunts you that you can't see more. Just his arm and his torso moving. Nothing more.

"You're jerking off, it’s so hot", you keen, painting a dark smirk to his lips.

"Only you can make me wanna do that, princess", he rasps, sticking out his tongue only to seconds later drag it through your folds to your sensitive clit. 

You tense up. Shudder. Moan. 

Yoongi flicks it right where it feels the best, fueling the fire, which seconds ago died down so gently. The flames are getting hotter and hotter again, your stomach tightens uncontrollably.

"Slow please", you beg, twisting his hair.

Yoongi squeezes around his sensitive cockhead, growling into your pussy. He won't slow down because he wants you to cum on his tongue. It’s all he needs. 

"Yoongi please, I'm gonna cum", you mewl, kicking the pillows desperately.

"Good", he growls, pinning down your hips whilst twisting his hand around his cock. He flicks his tongue over your favourite spot, lifting his gaze because he knows it is time.

"I'm cumming", you gasp, coming undone with an arch of your back as you throw your head back as far as possible.

Yoongi moans deeply, squeezing his eyes shut. Your taste becomes a hundred times better, coating his throat and tongue.

"Fu-uck", he gets out and then his cock throbs in his own high, soiling his hand and clothes with his hot seed. It’s the best fucking orgasm ever, he thinks, as he keeps licking your clit even through his shakes. 

He wants you to feel fucking eternal and you do. You feel so fucking good. 

You can hear your own heartbeat in your ears once you come down, flinching in overstimulation which Yoongi thankfully registers. He pulls back, littering your inner thighs with kisses instead.

"Good job, my princess", he praises, voice trembling in the aftershocks of what just happened. 

"I'm so dizzy", you get out, staring at the far away ceiling and wondering if it has always been dark blue (it has). 

"Me too", Yoongi agrees, climbing atop the chaise lounge with wobbly knees, "look at what you made me do."

Your eyes flit down, "oh god, Yoongi", you have to laugh, "how hard did you cum?"

"So hard, it’s everywhere", he says, plopping down on top of you, "that was the best orgasm ever."

"Really? The best ever?"

"One of many. You’re so good", he says and lifts his head, "but how are you doing? Is everything alright with you?"

"Yeah", you say in a cute voice, expression becoming terribly goofy, "I'm so fuzzy and happy. You made me cum so hard."

His features soften, "that’s what I like to hear. You’re my queen, you deserve the best." 

You giggle. 

Yoongi cups your face, caressing your cheek with his eyes spilling over in love.

"You're so cute", he says, "shit, I wanna put you in my pocket." 

"Please do, I bet it's so cozy", you say, making him chuckle and pinch the tip of your nose. 

"I'll eat you", he says, kissing your cheek before biting it carefully, "my princess", he whispers solely because he loves nothing more than those two words.

You chase his closeness, feeling so incredibly warm and safe. He wraps his arms around you, rolling you and him to the side so you can really hide in his chest. And you do. You hide in his embrace until the world around you is gone. It’s just you and him right now. You couldn’t handle more. Naked, high in your afterglow and so vulnerable you can only handle him to be present. 

Yoongi loves to be that for you. Your escape and safe space to calm down and find your way back again. He knows that you won’t be able to talk for a while, just as he won’t get a lot of other reactions from you. You are gone in his embrace. But he doesn’t mind, he wants you to take all the time you need.

He kisses the crown of your head and closes his eyes, getting lost in the feeling of holding the only treasure he will ever have the honour of calling his’. He will clean up both of you later, he will open the ropes and run you a warm bath and then he will wash your hair according to how you showed him. And then he will cook you something small and make you tea to warm you up and he will give you his softest jumper to wear.

But for now he will lie here and hold you.

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[strwbmei1]

I have been revived and I must say:

Silver Wolf also seems like the type of person to get a womb tattoo

Like she's just sitting there doing her Dailys and next thing she knows she's in front of a mirror being pounded and all she can feel is your hands gliding over where her ovaries are (⁠´⁠；⁠ω⁠；⁠｀⁠)

Alternatively, Herta, who was curious about them, gave ones to her puppets, giving them an "extra she does not need", or so she says

She only gets one when she realises that her puppets, not her, are getting far more attention from you

Oh, she'll pout, but a little session of making her dumb on your knee will fix that right up (⁠◕⁠ᴗ⁠◕⁠✿⁠)

Silverwolf's knuckles turning white from how she's holding onto the sides of the shaking mirror, voice weak and broken from how much she'd been screaming your name, her body being pushed forward with every thrust causing her nipples to rub against the cold glass... This situation was her fault, really. Not only did she go ahead and get a womb tattoo, she just had to flaunt it with such a revealing outfit. 'Feral' is a generous word to describe how you felt when you walked into Silverwolf's room and saw the tattoo for the first time— yet she acted like nothing change, not even looking in your direction when you entered the room with her eyes glued to her phone screen.

She can see herself get absolutely ruined in the reflection of the mirror; eyes rolling back, legs shaking, slick running down her thighs.. and most of all, the sinister grin you were wearing as you wrecked her. The sight was pornographic and she loved it. Getting a womb tattoo might've just been the best decision she's ever made and she'd be sure to show it off even more if it meant getting the fuck of her life.

Now, Herta on the other hand— only gave her puppet one because you seemed interested in the idea. She didn't expect you to pay the puppet more attention than you do her. It's just a stupid tattoo! Did it really have that much of an effect on you?

She'd get the answer to that question when you finally pin her down after all the times she's been such a whiny brat. When you saw that she actually got a tattoo once she saw how much you liked it; it was surprisingly cute.. but not enough to make up for her giving you the cold shoulder without saying anything. Make Herta hump your thigh and ruin it with her slick until she's really sorry. Hold her thighs down so she's grinding on yours like a bitch in heat and her moans break into desperate sobs. Bend her over your knees and make her count each time you slap her ass and start over when she gets it wrong. It's what Herta deserves.

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[cryingaboutit1514]

claude and wilson

Author's note: was inspired to write this shit last month gang let's go hard 🙏

Summary: they like pretty women making them cry

Contains: NFSW content, quick drabble × headcanons, fem reader, bullying them just a tad, sub Yu Q. Wilson, sub Claude Clawmark

Claude Clawmark

Lawd have mercy upon he

Your walls fluttering around his cock, milking him continuously over and over again

Bouncing up and down on his length, tits on full display, skin slapping skin so intimately

His hands are clutching onto your hips for dear life, nails deep in your skin and leaving small traces of pain that didn't even bother you as you ride him silly

Hes crying, sobbing as you force him to cum yet again

"Baby, please," he sobs, his whole body shaking. "Please it's too m-much!"

You stop, blowing hair out of your face. "You want me to stop? Tsk."

A roll of your hips cause him to throw his head back with a high pitched moan.

"I say when it's time to stop."

He loves it when you're rough with him, he has hint it to you before so now you're giving it to him

He'll praise you a lot when you do stuff like this

"A-ah! Just like that! fuck! pleasepleaseplease... "

When you're just sitting on his lap he cant help but get a little handsy

And obviously you let him go along with it until you decide enough is enough and fuck him till hes beggin for you to stop (which you wont)

he fucking lets out the most guttural moan when he cums inside you again, having to lean back in the chair for support as his eyes roll to the back of his head

He'll cuddle you so hard afterwards, face buried in your chest like a cute little lovesick puppet

Yu. Q Wilson

this boy shall whimper and fucking MOAN LIKE A LITTLE BITCHHH

He'd cum to just you touching his hard length

Fisting him so gently and so softly, he basically ruts into your hand like a dog in heat

Hed practically beg you to be rougher with him

Who are you to say no?

So now you're edging him and edging him over and over again

Tears roll down his face as you stop your actions for what seems the 10th time and he whines, bucking up his hips to your hand

"Down, pretty boy," you purr as his leg muscles spasm

"Please please, I wanna cum so badly," he whimpers, gripping the bed sheets hard as you towered over him

"You can and you will."

You edge him even more after that but finally let him cum

He sobs as strings of his seed cover your hand, back arched and he muffles his sinful noises with a hand

Licking up his juices just cause the poor boy to blabber thoughtlessly

it turns him on so much when you treat him like your own personal fuck toy

You fucked him dumb ♡

Like claude, hed snuggle up against you and kiss your hands and face afterwards like a cutie

#nijisanji #nijisanji en #vtuber #nijien #nijisanji x reader #nijisanji smut #claude clawmark #Claude clawmark smut #Yu q Wilson #yu q wilson smut #yu q wilson x reader #Claude Clawmark x reader #Krisisis #Krisisis x reader #Krisisis Smut

[joonberriess]

·˚ ༘ 💌 IMAGINE┊pissing off taehyung who is your much older, sexy, sugar daddy.

TAGS — sugar daddy!taehyung, age-gap, bratty!reader, praising, light degradation, spanking, punishment, blow jobs

WORD COUNT — 2.9 k

Taehyung as your sugar daddy is something that comes straight out of anyone's dreams. He's the hot older man people with daddy issues fantasize about. He lived a lavish lifestyle full of private jets, sports cars, and parties as one of Korea's many eligible bachelors.

You on the other hand were no different, being the daughter of a important politician who like many others always involved himself in shady business. Taehyung had met you at one of your father's garden parties, spotting you from afar in your pretty flower dress and becoming infatuated shortly after. He just had to know who you were.

"Ah Taehyung," your father smiled, "I'm glad you could make it. Before I forget actually this is my daughter y/n," he proudly showed you off, "once you get to know her she's an absolute doll."

Taehyung's dark eyes settled on yours, staring you down and eying your form appreciatively. "I'm sure she is.." He chuckled.

You weren't stupid. You knew he wanted you to be his little arm candy, who didn't? You were a pretty little thing who played dumb to stroke men's egos. Making them drop like dominoes with your charm and wits. Maybe you were bored with life because you found great amusement in watching for men fall in love with you.

Taehyung was no different. All it took was batting your lashes prettily at him and he was all yours.

Since you were a teenager you were taught to use your beauty to your advantage. Your aunt always promised the finer things in life that you didn't have to work for. She liked to use your mother as an example since she herself had played some tricks to end up where she was now. You saw this as a life lesson and invested your time in becoming everything a man could ever want.

You changed your whole appearance opting for something more revealing yet classy. You adopted certain mannerisms to aid in your little fake persona you put on. Half the men you knew were fooled by you, believing that they were your only one and you'd do anything for them. In the midst of their cockiness they failed to realize it was them who were doing the chasing and falling like fools.

When they realized this you were already gone, moving on to your next puppet.

Taehyung liked to spend thousands upon thousands on you, always making sure you were never left wanting. You wanted a new purse? Text him. A unreleased pair of Louboutin heels caught your eye? Taehyung knew the guy, don't worry the heels will be on their way. You lost your dress? Taehyung rented out Chanel for you, pick out what you want!

You were absolutely in love, the sex that came afterwards was just a bonus. He treated you like the princess you are but fucked like he absolutely hated your guts.

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"I thought you said your attention was all mine..?" You softly hummed, raising your heel clad foot to run down Taehyung's exposed chest.

You got him on his knees at the foot of the bed before you, he's wearing a silk button up shirt halfway done leaving his chest fully exposed. You apply the slightest amount of pressure, digging the sharp heel into his skin to leave beautiful red scratches. "But somehow you seem to be drifting away from me Daddy," you look extremely uninterested, bored even, "is work more important than I am?"

Taehyung quietly hisses at the stinging sensation of your heel running down his skin, "You are. Daddy just has a lot of work to do little one, I promise I'll do whatever you want after I finish up on some paperwork." He softly murmurs and lifts your foot up gently to kiss it.

This could go two ways, you could either give in and let the poor man rest or you could act a brat. You think the second option is much more fun anyways, not like you have anything to do. You're in a remote island somewhere around Rio and you sure as hell don't speak Portuguese so going out on your own wouldn't be any fun anyways.

"So you brought me to this pretty island so I could watch you work? Daddy don't you say time is precious? Well my time is and I don't like to be kept waiting." You huffed, retracting your foot with faux anger.

"Baby," he chases your touch and tries to grab a hold of you again, "It's only a few papers petal." He tries to pacify you and soothe your anger like the soft man he is.

Your eyes narrow, "A few papers of my time. But it's fine, I'll let you be. After all work is more important than I am." You hum, you know you're being a brat about this but it's so fun because then he gets all worked up and angry sex ensues.

Taehyung takes a deep breath, "I never said that petal, all Daddy is asking for is a few minutes to finish some paperwork. That's all baby, Daddy will take you out and we do whatever you want afterwards. It's only a few minutes, I promise you." He smiles, pecking your knee gently as he rubs his thumbs over your ankle in a soothing manner.

It's almost enough to make you give in, but you don't. You're about to open your mouth when his phone rings in the distance. He stops to look in the direction of his office where the phone is and places a soft kiss on your knee once more, "Daddy will be right back." With that he goes.

You stare in awe, did he really just walk away from you? The nerve of this man! You frown, pursing your pillowy lips cutely and stomping a bit too loud into the walk in closet. If he wanted to go there you could too, it takes two to tango.

You dressed into a loose babydoll dress that's way too short for Taehyung's liking. You pair it with your white thigh high socks and baby pink platform heels. To top it all off you go for an all-kill with strawberry lip gloss that drives Taehyung crazy all the time. "Perfect," you grin striking a pose and snapping a few pictures to post later.

Taehyung's still on the phone when you enter his office mini purse in hand as you lean against the doorway playing with the hem of your dress. You watch him with sharp eyes, taking in his handsome appearance. His hair is slicked back messily, he's pacing around his office with a serious look on his face. The red lines from your heels scratching him are very much there, and it makes you proud of marking him.

You hum softly, gently swinging your purse in the air and watching it gently collide against the door frame. Mind you the purse cost Taehyung a hefty amount of money since it was custom made. Taehyung's attention is caught as his eyes briefly scan over you. It's a quick look but when he realizes what you're wearing he stops walking and stands there staring at you.

His eyes narrow a little, tongue peeking out to run over his upper lip as his eyes rake down your form just taking you in. "Yeah.. I'm listening." He calmly responds to who ever he's talking to on the phone.

You coyly smile, walking over slowly to his desk and taking a seat as you kick your feet slowly. Taehyung's jaw clenches, he knows what you're doing now and he doesn't think it's funny at all. He points to the bedroom, "Change," he commands in a deep baritone voice. It's clear that he isn't playing around.

"No. I'm going out like this." You twirl a strand of your hair.

Taehyung stares at you, never have you ever been this bratty and that says a lot given that you were quite the handful sometimes. He took a deep breath, closing his eyes as he calmly spoke, "I'll call you back, something came up."

You felt excitement bubble up within your tummy as you eagerly awaited for Taehyung. You perk up when he rounded the desk and stood in front of you. He leaned over you, setting his hands on either side of you. He looked so hot angry.

"I'm sorry, do you mind repeating yourself for me?" Taehyung was eerily calm for someone who looked like they were about to explode.

"I said," you softly whispered, "I'm not going to change."

Taehyung slowly nodded, "So you want to act out now? Where did my polite baby go? I mean shit I knew you were a fucking brat but not to this extent." He rubbed his temples, "I'm only going to repeat myself one time, either you change that dress or I bend you over and spank that pretty ass raw baby. Choose one."

Your tummy did little flips at the thought of being spanked, you felt a familiar heat pulsing between your legs. "I'm keeping the dress on." Was all you said.

A few seconds of silence passed, you had officially done it now. Taehyung looked angrier than anything as he grabbed you by the upper arm and dragged you to the room. A soft whine left you, not being used to this at all. "Daddy you're hurting me." You whined.

"I don't fucking care," Taehyung glared, "you decided to act like a selfish little brat now I'm going to treat you like one. On my lap, now." He said as he sat down and pat his thigh.

You bit your lip, wiggling over his lap and settling down with a pout. "Quit your fucking pouting, you knew damn well what you were doing." He grunted, flipping the short dress up and yanking your panties down, "Acting like a selfish brat, you like testing me don't you? Teasing me in this little dress with your little white socks, tell me baby were you planning on acting like a little slut outside?"

Before you could reply Taehyung slapped your ass hard. A startled yelp left you, "Ow!–No Daddy I swear," you wiggled around.

"Don't fucking interrupt me," Taehyung snapped, "you really thought I would let you go outside looking like this? Baby you're all mine, no one can have you like this. No one you hear me?" He growled, smacking your ass harshly once more.

A pitiful whimper left your lips, your ass stung harshly from each slap he landed. "Count." Taehyung didn't say anything else after that, raining hard slaps on your otherwise tender ass.

You were yelping and whimpering at the first set of ten slaps, but then they got too much to bear and soft sobs poured from your lips. "Thirteen, 'm sorry Daddy," you cried softly, hands gripping the sheets tightly.

Taehyung gently rubbed his hand over your ass, patting the tender cheeks with a hum, "Are you truly sorry? Or are you just saying this because you want me to stop?"

"I'm sorry," you breathed out, "I won't make you mad again Daddy."

He pretended to think about it, humming to himself and then landing a hard slap. "I don't believe you."

You cried out in pain, eyes squeezing shut from the fire you felt prickling at your skin. You were pretty sure after this you were not going to be able to sit for a week straight. Not without remembering this spanking that is. "Daddy please–" you cried out.

"Please what?" Taehyung grunted, "Are you going to listen? No more acting out? No more being selfish?" He emphasized his words with hard slaps.

"I-I won't! P-Promise you I'll be your good girl!" You sobbed, ears ringing from the pain of his harsh spanks.

Taehyung was satisfied with your answer and let you go. He gently guided you on to the bed caressing your backside, "You were such a good girl for me, took your punishment without a hassle. Don't move petal, I'll bring some cream for your bum." He said as he got up and walked out of the room.

You laid there whimpering quietly to yourself, it hurt like hell but honestly it was worth every second of it. You sniffled softly, nuzzling the pillow and sighing when you felt him return to the room. He made sure to apply the cream gently and avoid applying pressure to your sore ass.

"There, there," he softly murmured, "did so well for me. Is there anything you want petal?"

You thought of a few things before replying, "Want.. want to please you." You softly replied, "Can I? Please.."

"Please me how baby?" Taehyung hummed.

"Want to suck your cock, pretty please." You gave him the best puppy eyes you could muster.

Taehyung cursed quietly, you looked like a dream with puffy tear stained eyes and glossy lips. He caressed your hair gently and leaned down to peck your forehead, "And how would you do that baby? Your poor little ass is all red now, I doubt you'd wanna sit back."

"A pillow..?" You softly asked.

"Spoiled little thing you are," Taehyung sighed and gave in to your wishes.

He helped you set the soft pillows on the ground, gently lowering you on to them as you were positioned between his open legs. "Go on petal, you were a good girl." He hummed.

You happily went in for you treat, you didn't want to take your time since your ass was really killing you even with the soft pillows. You managed to fish his hard cock out, giggling to yourself because the man was clearly a sadist. He just didn't admit it out loud.

Your lips slowly wrapped around the tip of his cock, tongue slithering out to collect the beads of pre-cum gathering. Taehyung softly groaned in appreciation, his fingers threaded through your hair and gripped the locks. He watched the way you worked your way down his cock, lips wrapped obscenely around his girth.

"Fuck, that's it baby keep going for me. Get it nice and wet," Taehyung moaned at the obscene lip smacking sounds you produced.

You moaned softly, suckling messily at his cock as your saliva aided you in a smooth slide. Your hands gently fondled his balls, tongue running alongside the shaft and over sensitive veins. You looked up at him, fluttering your eyes at him and moaning.

Taehyung hissed softly reaching down to hold your hair firmly. "So good baby," he breathed out as he guided your movements. 

They were unrushed but sloppy, he couldn't help the small twitch his cock gave when felt your drool dribble down his shaft and drip down to his balls. He was in heaven right now, you knew how to work him just right and stimulate all his sensitive spots too. You slurped up the excess spit coating his cock, pushing yourself down until your nose brushed against his pelvis. Your eyes fluttered and you fought against your gag reflex to not choke and ruin the moment. 

He shuddered in pleasure, lips forming an 'o' as he tossed his head back from the feeling. Quiet gagging noises filled the room, you noisily swallow around his cock which makes him moan even louder. The constrictions of your throat send him to cloud nine, he tightens his hold on your hair and begins to buck up wildly into your mouth.

"Shit baby, I'm gonna cum," he grunts out, "gonna fill that slutty mouth of yours, you gonna be  my good girl and swallow it all?" He pants lifting your head up. 

You gasp softly, heaving a little as you take greedy gulps of air after being held down for so long. "Yes," you breathe out, "gonna be your good girl Daddy, won't let a drop go to waste." You open your mouth once more and take him back in. 

Taehyung looks fucked out as he bobs your head up and down. He feels the telltale signs of his orgasm bubbling up as his movements stutter at times. "Shit, shit," he gasps out as his back hunches forward just a little from the intense pleasure eating at him. "Gonna cum baby, gonna cum." He moans loudly. 

You pull back all the way to the tip, sucking harshly as your hand comes down to stroke him quickly. His cock throbs even more in your hold, small spurts of cum already leaking out of his cock. Taehyung's grunting and moaning breathlessly, he can't keep up with you and decides to let you be as he rests his hand in your soft but tangly hair. 

Suddenly a long moan leaves Taehyung's throat as he stills, stopping your movements and holding you in place. His cum fills your mouth and you happily lap it all up, suckling at the tip with a happy moan. Taehyung pries your hand off his cock once it gets too sensitive for any more stimulation. He's panting harshly, eyes shut as he leans back on to the bed and lays there. 

"You fucking drained me, my dick feels like it's gonna fall off or something." He grunted out. 

You smile coyly to yourself and climb back up to the bed, "Daddy about this necklace I saw when we went into town the other day, can we go get it? Pretty please Daddy?" You softly pouted.

Taehyung hums quietly as he's still relishing in the waves of pleasure rolling through him in the aftermath of his orgasm. "Hm... yeah baby, anything you want." He pulls you closer into his arms as he strokes your hair gently. 

With your cheek pressed against his chest you smirk to yourself, what a time to be alive.

decided to combine the two <3

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[explosionshark]

Congratulations on finishing your rewatch!

If you're still taking questions:

(1) If Faith could have appeared in just one more episode of the show than she did, which episode should it have been and why?

(2) Is there any other character you wish we'd seen more of than we did?

(3) What is your favorite episode of Season 1, not counting the finale?

1) okay well, if we're going to do what makes the most narrative sense I'd say Faith taking Tara's place as intended in Restless is it. It's the easiest way to integrate her without changing what follows and I like that it would parallel the Graduation Day slayer dream sequence. Faith and Buffy have a tremendous, violent confrontation irl but in their shared dreams they are gentler, less hostile. It would have been a satisfying pin in their story until season 7.

But that's kind of a boring answer, if I could talk just in terms of vibes over logic I would have loved to see Faith in a The Replacement/Tabula Rasa style episode. I love the memory wipe trope when it comes to Faith and Buffy, the idea of seeing who they could be to each other without the things that complicated their real relationship. I also think Faith getting split into two people would have been an interesting way to literalize the fact that she's her own worst enemy and she scares the shit out of herself. That would have been cool.

2) Many characters! Coming off season 7 especially it's like - I wish we would have gotten a proper Wood episode, I would have liked an episode about one of the potentials. An episode about one of the former slayers that wasn't about Spike killing them would have been cool! Another Amy episode that's not about her being inexplicably evil! A proper Tara episode, especially post-breakup! Kendra! Jenny Calendar! PLEASE I'M DYING OUT HERE

3) I feel like I'm about to say some extremely unpopular shit here lmao but I honestly love a lot of the goofy stupid season 1 shit. "I Robot, You Jane" is so audaciously, charmingly dumb - it is a carnival fun house mirror of Internet stranger danger. It's a guy in a Sentai monster suit catfishing Willow. It fucking rules. I also think "The Puppet Show" is really funny! I refuse to apologize!