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misslovasstuff · 3 months

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Prompt: When you tell them you’re in the mood

content: how do they react? Are they sweet and all? mhmmm.... warning: contains nsfw paired with: Sanji, Law and Sabo author’s note: pretty blonds and an emo boy sheeeesh

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Sanji

It’s not a new occurrence that you find yourself in Sanji’s arms, being saved from an enemy’s attack. However today, perhaps because you’re completely conscious, your wondering eyes stare at your dangerously handsome rescuer;

His shirt had undone buttons, revealing a part of his bare chest along with his collarbone. His hair fell partly on his face but never aimed to cover his neck: fit and wide, dripping a bit in sweat. Pretty lips remain open as he gasps for air. Sanji keeps a tight grip on your shoulder and thigh as he carries you in his arms, eyes analysing and scanning where you two could hide for a moment.

“Damn it!” - he unleashes his tie aggressively, his anger evident from people chasing the both of you.

You knew… goodness of course you knew this could never be a good time but; Sanji is so fucking hot right now. Irresistible hot. And this anger he portrays from time to time it turns you on instantly, no matter how embarrassing it is to admit.

“Sanji…”- you reach for his collar, pulling it down so he could lean in closer to your face. Those blue eyes of his looking at you so innocently and worriedly, changing completely from the intensity they were holding just a second ago.

He hums in response, attentively listening to what you had to say.

“I’m in the mood.” - your voice low and needy makes the blond blush immediately. He widens his eyes and shakes his head with a smile. Did he hear that right or was it his imagination?

“Sweetheart, how could you possibly be turned on in this situati-

Sanji gazes down at you pressing your chest against his, a view that always makes him weak in the knees. You place your hand at his which is grabbing your thigh, pressing it even further into your flesh. Then you slide it swiftly at your ass whilst dragging your lips on his neck.

“Fuck, - it didn’t take long for Sanji to make a decision. he cusses, stopping almost immediately to look at the surroundings in an even bigger hurry. He runs with you in his arms until he finds an alley where he was certain you wouldn’t be found. He takes one last turn while changing the position he was holding your precious body that he would punish anyone if they even left a small scar on your golden skin. You smile at how quick your man was to react to your needs and obviously at some point, his too.

Now your hands are over his shoulders, front body pressed agasint his as his hands are holding you from behind. Just like that, he pushes you agasint the wall, breathing heavily. Your lips clash with his into a passionate, hungry, soul-sucking kiss as your hands caress the back of his neck. You moan in his mouth when Sanji takes a better hold of your legs, pushing his lower body closer to you.

“Promised to be always on your rescue, didn’t I, love?” - you breath for air as Sanji grabs your ass and slaps it, biting your ear as he whispers:

“Such a naughty girl to get turned on like this, telling me such lewd things in the middle of the battle- his breath tingles your neck and you tighten the grip you have on his shoulders. - i see you wanted another kind of saving.”

Law

“There are things I want to do and say to you…”

Law furrows his eyebrows, not really getting where you’re coming from, however it does not take him long to notice your body language and how you are obviously in the heat.

“Hm. Is that so? Can you be more specific?” - it was so obvious now that he wanted to tease you, make you say those needy words to him face to face. You didn’t want to give him that satisfaction, however your desire is bigger than your pride right now.

“I’m… im in the mood, Law.” - you confess, looking down and shutting our eyes close due to the embarrassment.

As you are, you feel a warm hand around your waist pulling you closer.

“Cute. - he says with a cheeky smile, lowering his head to face you up close. - thats why you came to see me?”

You nod and he gives you that satisfying smirk that had become a weakness of yours. His eyes sparkle in a different way now as his gaze is fixated on yours. After a brief moment of silence, Law caresses your shoulder with his hand as he approaches and whispers in your ear:

“You and I, at the back deck, now.”

It’s hard to say no to that low voice that sent shivers down your body and that warm hand which has grabbed yours, guiding you exactly where he wants. Law sits down on a chair, his expression unreadable.

“Sit.” - he demands and you swallow hard, sitting on his thigh. Your hands travel to his bare chest, hesitating to caress it. Law grabs your hand, kissing it and pressing it agasint his heart.

“Smart girl, - he gazes down your legs and the pretty skirt you’re wearing. His curious hands soon figure out that that pretty skirt is all you’re wearing down there. - very smart.”

“Law…” - your voice shakes when you call him, feeling his hand going lower and lower your body.

“Quiet now…”- His fingers tease your entrance, rubbing your lips up and down while you moan in his ear.

“Is this what you were in the mood for?” - he asks with a cheeky grin.

“I… - you shyly hide your face in the nape of his neck. - …yes.”

His fingers were doing for you what all other men couldn’t, getting you on edge.

“More… more…” - you manage to blurt out, grabbing onto his hair and pulling them slightly. Law sucks his teeth in, letting out a cheeky laugh.

“You want more? - his fingers are now inside you, pumping in and out at an agonising low speed. He is not only fucking you physically but mentally as well with this much teasing.

“You’re quite the sadist for a doctor.” - you exclaim, riding his fingers as your hips start moving on their own.

“I tend to fit in with my patient’s needs.” - he cups your cheek with his other hand, pulling you in. - Let me take care of all your needs.”

Law kisses you gently, biting your lower lip as the pace of his fingers fastens.

“What…were the things you wanted to tell me…?”- the air is so hot and you’re both breathing heavily. Yet you manage to give a reply to the man who’s making you lose your mind with his fingers only.

“I… wanted to tell you that I … you… you are always in my mind and lately I just… couldn’t stop thinking of you doing… unspeakable things to me…” - your moans get louder as Law takes a strong grip on your hip.

“Ah, if we’re confessing then, I wanted to do this with you too, for a while now.” - he claims, pulling you closer and dragging his lips on your shoulder.

“You want to…do those unspeakable things to me?”- you ask, smirking while trying to catch your breath.

“You were such a good girl for telling me you were in the mood so I’ll do any position you have been fantasising about. You won yourself an all night-fucking and trust me, you won’t be speaking much, your mouth will be occupied with other things.”

Sabo

“Something is off about you tonight, isn’t it?” - the blond asks, titling his head to meet your eyes but you avoid his gaze.

“What makes you say that?” - his scent overwhelms your senses, making your mind foggy but yet you remain somehow composed.

“Well for starters, - Sabo paces forward and stops in front of you. - You’ve been avoiding your boyfriend all day. Even now you’re going to who knows where.”

He grabs your chin, glancing shortly at your lips then at your eyes.

“Beautiful…- he whispers, getting lost in your gaze for a moment before continuing. - You are completely red in the face.”

Sabo strikes your cheek gently with the back of his hand. Your quick blinking and lip bite hits the bells on his head. Surely, you would have not been needy and not tell him about it, right?

“Look at me. - he demands, putting strands of hair behind your ear, his voice low and breathy. He tries not to surrender to your pretty gaze so he swallows hard, Sabo himself turning a bit red at the thought of what you could possibly want from him. - tell me what you’re feeling right now.”

He brushes off the hair off your shoulder, placing small gentle kisses there.

“Tell me… - his breath hits your skin and sends shivers down your spine.

“Sabo, - you answer with a shaky voice, almost letting out a moan when he pulls you in by your waist with one hand, continuing kissing your neck ever so softly. - I’ve been so needy the whole day. I’m in the mood for us to-

A bite on the nape of your neck makes you leave out a gasp, grabbing onto your lover’s arms as he begins unbuttoning your shirt.

“What were you thinking not telling me, huh? - his hand now gropes your chest, making you unable to answer properly. You wanted to tell him that there shouldn’t have been any distractions for his work so you just, stayed away. - Fuck, baby I’m so sorry for not noticing. But if it helps, I’m always needy of you, like all the time.”

You chuckle, pushing your head backwards as Sabo conquers your chest with kisses, bites and so many powerful sensations all while holding you close to him.

“Must be hard then?”- you ask, referring to what he just said but your boyfriend looks down on himself and then smirks at you.

“Ooff, it’s just what you do to me, sweetheart. Take pride in that. Just you saying you want me gets my being completely under your control.”

The stare he has on you becimes irresistible, pulling him in a kiss as your hand reaches the belt of his pants.

“I want you, Sabo.” - he whimpers, watching every action of yours.

“Oh, if you talk to me like that, - Sabo hovers over you, stripping his clothes off. - I’m going to make it up for a whole day lack of fucking.”

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bumblinv · 1 year

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--- jealousy, jealousy☆ﾟ.*･｡ﾟ

jake, neteyam, lo'ak (seperated) x f!omaticaya!reader

from a scale from one to ten, how jealous do the sully boys get?

contents ; pure fluff

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neteyam 5/10

i feel like he rarely gets jealous

he trusts you with all of his heart. the other sully boys does too, but neteyam is more on the calmer side

there's someone staring at you? he shrugs it off. i mean, he does too, stare at your beautiful self

a guy clearly saying that he’s into you? as long as he remains respectful, neteyam wont barge in. because that would only crush that man's self-esteem

after you and that man part ways, neteyam finally approaches you

"who was that guy?"

"someone nice, he tells me that he likes me"

hearing your answer makes him smile, tilting his head down to press a gentle kiss on your forehead, "that means he appreciate you"

his soft smile quickly changing to a sly smirk

you chuckle, "what is it?"

"he's really self-confident, i respect that"

"hm?"

"thinking he could snatch you away from me? he doesn't know you’re going to be my tsahik"

a light smack on his chest and your burning cheeks were able to make him laugh

this man is way too chill for my liking, but there will be times when he gets jealous and protective over you

lets say you were talking with a guy, then he starts to get all handsy on you

the man leans down close to your face, his hands altering from hugging your shoulders to touching your hands and hip. when you move away, he still comes closer, even when your face shows utter discomfort

"i, uh... my boyfriend would come in just a moment"

"what boyfriend? sweetheart, i see none"

"back off"

a warning hiss was heard. you both quickly turn your heads towards the noise and was met with a really angry neteyam. he came running, his steps loud and bold, quickly to snatch you away from that man's hold

"the fuck is wrong with you, touching a woman with no respect? do you not have shame?"

you couldn't see that man's face because neteyam is holding you ever so tightly to his chest, but you could hear him struggling

"well i, i didn't know she had a partner-"

"now he's here. back. off."

after the creep gets away, neteyam places his hands on your shoulders, quickly turning you to face him. his golden eyes scanning over your body with worry

"are you okay? he didn't hurt you, didn't he?"

you shake your head

it was more than enough for him to finally let out a sigh of relieve. his gaze softens as your eyes met. his hands went up to hold your cheek with the upmost care, completely different than his earlier tight and protective hold.

you could see his bioluminescent freckles clearly, as he leans down to you. keeping your faces close

"hear me closely” his whisper sternly, “no one will ever be touching you with disrespect under my watch, you got that?"

"okay, neteyam"

“and if i’m not around and a creep comes to you, remember to kick his balls real good. got that?”

“okay”, you giggle

"good girl" he smiles softly, leaning in to press a gentle kiss on your lips

the kiss was nothing more than soft and comforting. despite the cold night, his hold radiates warmth. he reaches down to hold your hip, making you wrap your arms around his neck in content.

but he quickly parts away. before you could protest, he whispers lowly on your ear:

"im the one who could touch you like that, you got it?"

jake 8/10

(this is written for young jake in 2009′s avatar)

young jake was unbothered

because one, he knows you only got eyes on him

and two, he’s confident about himself

‘why would you want other men when you got this big buff hunk right here’, is his mindset

i mean

he’s not wrong

and that mindset would only grow once he becomes the toruk makto. he knows he’s amazing. no men would ever lay their eyes on you

but before that, i would say that he isn’t that umbothered. he doesn’t want other men trying to hit on you because they thought they could get rid of him so easily. because he’s just a dreamwalker

if he notice someone getting too close to you and a starting to get a little bit handsy that you look uncomfortable, he would step in, by casually slipping himself into the convo

“...and then we caught this big sturmbeest-”

“that thing was a big boy, isn’t it? its able to feed the entire clan for a week! ya in the huntin’ party too?”

the man looks at jake with furrowed brows, shooting him with a why-are-you-here look. “right. and what is your business here, jakesully?”

“don’t mind me, i’m just here to tell her that food’s ready” then he leaned down to you, grinning, “can’t wait to have dinner with ya, darling”

that always works, because not long after you two would be walking home, hand in hand

he never really makes a huge deal of people flirting with you, because he could easily lure them away like he always did. but disrespectful people? oh he’s ready to throw hands

i know he would always want to be your big guy. yours to depend to and yours to hold. especially after spending the day acting tough, he gets all clingy during the night because now he got you all to himself.

there’s time when you just need some air, so you would curl yourself away from him and cuddle with your favorite knitted blanket instead

you could hear jake’s heavy huff. his hands clung on your hip in defeat after multiple failed attempts to turn you around to face him. only to realize you’re all wrapped up to your huge blanket again

“what’s so great about that dammed blanket? you know my muscles are comfier than that thing”

you let out a giggle as he rests his chin on your arm, pouting like a lost puppy, “ya sure ya don’t want to cuddle me instead? i’m warmer and way prettier”

“jake, don’t tell me you’re getting jealous of a blanket?”

lo'ak 12/10

now this man

this man right here

he's the total opposite of his brother🧍‍♀️🧍‍♀️

don't get me wrong, lo'ak trust you with every fiber in his being. he just got a bit of a temper

lets put him in the same scenario as i put neteyam earlier; he caught a guy staring at you for too long to his liking

unlike neteyam who shrugs it off, my boy would come straight to you and do what ever he feels like he needs to do. he would hold your hand, kiss your cheek or forehead, even on your lips. just to make the guy go away.

but if he sees you getting a confession from a boy, i don’t see him as someone who would interfere. he will if the guy starts touching you or making you uncomfortable.

“what does he wants?”

“who?”

“the guy you’re talking to earlier” he huffs, crossing his arms on an almost childish manner, “what does he wants?”

a sly grin appears on your lip, “why do you ask?”

he let out a scoff. “just answer my damn question”

“he said that he likes me, that’s all”

his stern facade worns off, he approaches you and rests his chin on top of your head. he doesn’t say anything, just holds you on that exact same position for quite some time

lo’ak is the type of guy who never really talk about his feelings. so just be prepared for him to literally glue himself to your side for the rest of the day.

#avatar #avatar x you #avatar x reader #neteyam #neteyam x reader #neteyam x y/n #neteyam x you #jake sully #jake sully x reader #jake sully x y/n #jake sully x you #lo'ak #lo'ak x reader #lo'ak imagine #lo'ak fanfiction

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vixensbrainrotts · 5 months

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Ran fucked up

Summary: so you found out that Ran is sorta-kinda using you for information, money and material for Tenjiku and took revenge before the damage was too heavy. Come the time when Ran was supposed to display results, he has some explaining to do…

Tropes: Tenjiku! Arc

Content warnings: none really, this time around its just kinda cracky, implied intentional accidents i guess? Idk let me know if there’s anything

Vixen’s two cents: I saw that prompt and JUMPED on the opportunity cause i had a silly little idea (lets pretend im not writing this in my theory of evolution lecture right now). This is such a funny prompt to me, I hope you enjoy. Prompt taken from @the-cypress-grove - prompt 131 (thank youuuuu) Remember that my requests are open if you have any ideas!

Rindou has never seen his older brother this nervous- actually, this is the first time he’s seen him nervous, ever. The man in question was pacing (to the best of his efforts) restlessly, and it was driving Rin insane. „It‘s your fault, you know?“ Rindou quipped from where he was sitting. „And you’re not fucking helping. Izana is going to rip me apart, if i survive Kakucho that is.“ Ran mutters more to himself than to his brother.

Rolling his eyes, Rindou decides that he has to take control of the situation. „Come on Ran, its best to get it over with fast, perhaps they’ll pity you because of your… state right now.“ Rindou makes his way to the door, shrugging on a cardigan and taking the keys out of the little dish by the door. The look that Ran gives him almost ignites a little bit of pity in Rindou. Almost.

20 minutes later the two of them are standing in front of the place of meeting and Ran is sweating bullets. „Come on..“ Rindou drawled again. Offended, Ran throws him a look „You’re not the one who’s about to get mauled.“ Ran crows in slight pain, but Rindou spared no sympathy, „Your fault.“ Rindou was the first to enter the area donning the heavenly kings‘s presence. He silently greet his colleagues with a curt wave, but felt a little puzzled when he didn’t receive one in return. The confused looks on their faces were almost comedic before Rindou noticed the distinct lack of brother by his side.

Rindou heaved a sigh and half-turns to face the entrance again, gesturing to the door for the Heavenly Kings to see. „He‘s coming, don’t worry.“ He assured and trudged on towards his place.

��Sit down Haitani.“ a sharp voice pierced the air as Izana spoke. A shiver ran down Rindou‘s spine, and all of a sudden he understood his brother‘s fear: Izana was scary as such, and blatantly terrifying when disappointed. Quickly, Rindou took a seat beside Mochi. Silence reigned after that. Not a word was spoken, not a breath was taken whilst they waited for Ran to enter.

Finally the tension broke when Ran walked through the door, his head low and limping slightly. „Were ya roughed up or something?“ Shion was the first to speak. „Well..“ Ran sounded a bit defeated as his voice trailed off, remaining standing at a respectable distance. „You’re here. And late at that.“, Izana‘s voice freezes the air as he speaks, „I hope for your sake that your little project proves to be as useful as you made it sound.“ Ran tries very hard to look anywhere but the Kings, instead trying to make eye-contact with his brother, but Rindou only raises his hands slightly in surrender and shoots him a look that says you brought yourself into this mess, im not gonna help you on this one.

„Do tell Ran. How‘s your little girlfriend doing, hm? Are you treating her well? Is the good service paying off? She give you somethin‘ yet?“ Shion has the gall to poke at Ran, stacking questions on him in a singsong tone. Despite the almost joking nature of the questions, they hang heavy in the air.

„I don’t think she likes me all that much right now.“ Ran finally says.

„What makes you think that?“ Kakucho is the one to speak this time, noticing Izana's annoyance and grasping the reigns of the conversation. Whilst he sounds genuinely concerned, Kakucho‘s half-blind eye does nothing to make Ran feel more comfortable, as he visibly shrinks beneath his gaze.

„She founded out.“ Ran breaks the news in a whisper, and the air around them changes into something much more alive, and much more electric. „What.“ Kakucho‘s voice is loud in stark contrast.

„She hit me with her car.“ Ran shrinks even further into himself when the guys surrounding him laugh. „Clever Girl!“ Shion quips between heaves of laughter, bracing himself against an also-snickering-Mucho who adds „What if it was an accident?“. Ran only shakes his head, face and neck ablaze with red as he puffs himself up against the humiliation. „She looked me dead in the eye and reversed!“ Laughter bounces off the walls once again.

#x reader #tokyo rev x reader #tokyo revengers #tokyo revengers x reader #ran x reader #ran #ran haitani #ran haitani x reader #rindou haitani #tr rindou #tenjiku #tenjiku x reader #tr ran #tokyo rev x you #tokrev #tokyo manji revengers #tr content

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kunikuma · 1 year

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hey, be more careful-- !

covering the edge of the table with his hand

relationship | gamer!kuni x gn!reader synopsis | Your boyfriend Kuni cares a lot about you, but words don’t come easily to him. Luckily, he shows his care through a different method. content | fluff cw | none a/n | i accidentally posted this mid edit and i yelled very loud. also the concept of covering the edges/corners of tables to prevent your s/o from bumpin’ their heads? sold, im so sold, give me a grumbly soft kuni.

“Oh, could you hand me the screwdriver again?”

‎‏‏‎ ‎‏

Your boyfriend sighs as he crawls over to you on the carpeted floor, rolling your desired tool near your thigh. “Why’d you hand it back to me if you were just going to ask for it again literally 3 minutes later?” He grunts, sliding back onto his chair behind you.

Kunikuzushi had been keeping you company as you were upgrading your PC, idly spinning and swinging his feet. He wouldn’t say it, but he was craving your attention. Unfortunately, you were not able to give it at the moment.

“Well, it’s not like I’m trying to annoy you…” You trail off, barely paying attention as you tightened the screw to secure your GPU to the case. “…I just,” twist, twist, twist, “Hm… I just lost my train of thought.” You admitted with a laugh, humming under the desk. While he wasn’t getting much attention, Kuni had a great view of your kneeling position. And he knew how to serenely accept blessings.

‎‏‏‎ ‎Twist. Twist. Pause. Untwist.

‎ ‎He gave you an incredulous look.

“Are you seriously struggling to tighten a simple screw?” His jab fell on deaf ears as you pursed your lips.

“Righty tighty, lefty loosey.” He grumbles, blowing his bangs away from his eyes. Kunikuzushi was not really enjoying the lack of attention right now… with you so caught up with upgrading, he was forced to just watch. No one was forcing him though. “You’re so bad at this-”

“I’m not! I just overtightened a little. Lay off, bud. Stop backseat gaming.” You muttered, placing your hands on your knees to hoist yourself into a standing position. The sound of Kuni rising from his seat echoed behind you as he darts forward a little.

“Oof-” you gasped, your hand flying to the top of your head after you bumped your head on something… not as hard or as sharp as the end of your table. For a wooden table, that felt a little… squishy? …bony?

“...be more careful.” Your indigo-haired boyfriend murmurs, his hand gently resting on your head for a quick second before he settles back into his chair. When you turn, you notice he was rubbing the top of his right hand, as if giving it a small massage. A tiny bit of redness blooms on his right hand. He gives you a blank stare and you reciprocate with an owlish gaze.

“Was… was that your hand? Did I hit your hand?”

“…yeah?” He squints, the upward swing in his tone hinted at his bewilderment about why you were even confused.

You gasped dramatically, covering your mouth with your hand. “Kuni! That is so cute,” you immediately gush, watching him huff in his chair. He rolled his eyes as he rests his hands on his armrests. You politely refrain from commenting on his white-knuckled grip.

“It’s called being a good person-“

“Arguably, you are sometimes not one of those-“

“-and I sort of just… did it without really thinking about it.” He finishes, completely ignoring your insulting interjection. With stars in your eyes, you stared at him, your mouth agape. To the gamer in his chair, you looked like a fish out of water.

‘A mildly cute fish.’ He muses.

However, the tense silence between the two of you was getting to him as he wiggles in his seat. Your teasing stare edged him to elaborate even further. Eventually, his stubborn resolve crumbles. It was weakened when you were involved, anyways.

“I-I always put my hand on the edges of things if I think your clumsy ass is going to slam into it.” He grumbles, spinning his chair away from you.

Kunikuzushi absolutely did not need you to tease him about this. This was his little well-kept secret, at least until you actually bumped your head. He just wasn’t prepped for the conversation afterwards. The conversation that was happening right now.

You grinned as you stood from your spot on the floor, taking extra care this time to avoid bumping your head.

He felt your hands flop onto the shoulders of his chair and slowly slide onto his frame. Your head pops from the left side of him and he huffs and cranes his head to the right so you couldn’t see his flushed expression. His long bangs provided ample cover, preventing either of you from making eye contact.

You peck him on his cheek and the indigo-haired man hisses softly, languidly swatting at your hands but not pulling them off of him. Oh, this guy would never pull away from your touch. But to admit that would kill him.‎ ‎

“Thank you for always watching out for me, Kuni. That is very sweet of you.”

“Don’t mention it. Like actually don’t ever mention it again.”

From that day forward, you’d pay more attention to his delicate hand curling around the corners and edges of furniture. You’d never comment on it, but you’d flash him a coy, knowing grin and he’d bashfully roll his eyes in response.

#kunikuzushi x reader #wanderer x reader #scaramouche x reader #kunikuzushi x y/n #wanderer x y/n #scaramouche x y/n #genshin impact x reader #gamer!kuni x reader #gamer!kuni #wanderer #scaramouche #kunikuzushi #kunikuma’s fics

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arminsumi · 7 months

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PLS PLS PLS IM BEGGING FACE SITTING W ARMIN BUT DOM VERSION 🙏🏾🙏🏾🙏🏾

S*T ON MY F*CE

↳ ARMIN アルミン + fem!reader

Note : idk if u meant him dom or reader dom so i made both lol 🫡 also the censoring of the title made me giggle its so dumb i just did it for visual reasons

Summary : faceriding/sitting with your boy Min... both a sub and dom version :)

Warnings 1/dom ver. : minors do not interact/read : smut/explicit content : daddy kink, face sitting/riding, mean dom Armin, dirty talk, begging, use of "good girl" and "wh*re" and "sl*t", after care

Warnings 2/sub ver. : sub Armin, mean dom reader, use of "good boy"

. . . Dom!Armin ver.

"Rub that pussy on my face. Don't fucking stop or daddy's gonna give you another spanking. Understood?"

"Yes daddy!" you whine, lowering your pussy and feeling his tongue lap at your folds immediately.

He's ruthless, latching his lips onto your clit when he knows he's fucked you to oversensitivity. Suckling while flicking his tongue against it.

He seethes in annoyance when you try lift your hips to have a breather from the pleasure.

"Who said you could take a break?" he said icily. "You're making daddy mad, baby. Being a bad girl... you know what bad girls get?"

"P-punishment...?"

"Aw, so you do have a thought behind those pretty eyes. I thought for a second I fucked your brains out and turned you into a dumb slut." he condescends in a saccharine voice. "Now you be good and stay right fucking there while I eat this pussy, yeah? Can you do that for me, precious?"

You nod and let out a raw moan.

He locks you in place, veiny forearms and hands hooking around your thigh's underside to secure that position. During times like these, he likes to show off that underneath his cute puppy face he's a strong man. His abs flex excitedly when he feels your cream dribbling down his chin.

"Mmm! Daddy daddy daddy I'm gonna cummm~"

"Hmmm?" he hums, lips flush against your pussy hole while he wriggles his tongue inside. He pulls back and looks up at you. "You wanna cum on my face? Beg for it."

"Oh but please—"

"—beg. For. It."

He edges you with his tongue, teasing your slit, nibbling at your labia, suckling everywhere except your clit just to frustrate you. Then he builds you up to orgasm and repeats the process, never letting you get your relief.

"Daddy daddy daddy please! I'm your good girl! I'll do anything— I'll do fucking anything for daddy! I'm d-daddy's little whore! Please let me cum, please! G-gimme my orgasm, please!"

He cracks a smile. Such an Armin smile. So sweet and genuine. He's so pleased with you.

"Then cum." he's curt before suckling your clit once more, denting his fingers into your thigh hard enough to make you feel like your skin is bruising.

"Cum cum cum, ohhh cum baby — that's it. Cum for daddy. Watch daddy rub that little clit. Goooood girl." he's frantically thumbing your clit, making your tremble and shake and roll your eyes back.

"Daddy, I'm cumming!"

"Good fuckin' girl. Aw look at that pussy cum... so perfect." he watches you become breathless, relishing in how you grind your pussy onto his mouth.

He licks your slit slowly, savoring the juices dribbling out your convulsing hole, while you pant and come down from your orgasm.

"D-daaaddyyyy..." you shakily croak.

"I know baby, that was a lot, hm?" he kisses your clit, "But you did so good for me. Let's go get a bath running, yeah? Aw, my girl you look so dazed it's cute."

You cling to him happily, smiling to yourself while he takes you to the bathroom.

"Hey..." he plucks a kiss, "Can you taste yourself on my lips?" he winks.

"How embarrassing!"

He giggles cutely. "Sorry. But you taste good. Really good. Could eat you for breakfast lunch and dinner."

"Stop." you laugh.

"Seriously, that was a full-course meal. I'm so full." he keeps going, slowly receding into that dorky loverboy side of himself who lovingly helps you wash up.

. . . Sub!Armin ver.

"Fuck my face, please. Fuck my face with your pussy. Wanna feel you c–cum on my tongue."

He's a whimpering, pathetic mess with skewed glasses and a blissed-out expression. Nothing puts him in this crazed horny state quite like being sat on by you.

Min thinks he's in heaven between your thighs. He inhales your scent and it makes his dick stand up straight in his tight, belted pants. He didn't bother to take off his tie or shirt; he laid there looking like a good academic boy.

"Thank you... thank you." he mumbles into your wet folds, slurping up and down your slit and kissing your pussy like you're a goddess he's worshipping.

"Ooh, you're such a fucking loser, Armin~ it's cute."

You roll your hips against his face, clutching his bangs tight. He can feel you tug his hair, it makes his cockbead leaky.

"I'm a l-loser for you." he whimpers. "Ride my face harder, please! I'll beg you!"

"Then beg me."

You press your pussy harder against him and he drowns in it. His veiny pale hands cling to your thighs like they're his lifeline.

"Mmmf~ ride my face please ride my fucking face. It tastes so good d-don't get off. J-j–just use me, use my mouth."

"So cute..."

He cums in his pants when you ride his face harder. A gooey load spurts into the fabric, you can smell it and taunt him. Your degrading words just turn him on more.

"Cum on my face! Pleaaase!" he's trying so hard to make you cum; rolling the tip of his tongue into your hole and fucking into it, lapping at your slit and gulping and gasping against your labia. Kissing your clit. Suckling it. Giving sweeping motions to it.

And his jaw and mouth are so tired but it's worth it when he feels your hips shudder on his face, and your pusssy dribbles cream out.

"Miiin~!"

"Did I do good? Am I a good boy?" he pants, looking up at you with baby blue eyes from below.

"Yeah... my good boy. You did so well..." you smile down at him and his heart flutters.

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ravolix · 9 months

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late night talking

synopsis: though he always has been a tough nut to crack, you and scaramouche have grown to be best friends. however, on a late-night phone call with him, he finds himself drowsily enamored.

content: modern au, gn!reader, second person, romantic pining (scaramouche), (supposed) one-sided love, fluffy as shit

In hindsight, staying up until 2AM just to talk in mumbled whispers on a school night isn’t the smartest idea. However, when it comes to you, there are no smart ideas in Scaramouche’s mind.

“Oh, and we need to check out that carnival coming sometime in June,” you were saying, extending a finger as you list off another activity.

“Mhm,” Scaramouche hummed absentmindedly. As much as your energy is infectious, he can’t deny the way his eyes start to flutter shut every now and then. Even his grip on the phone falters, the device hot from the nearly 4 hours you’ve been calling for.

“We could also visit the aquarium, the coffee shop behind the—“ You continue the list before you cut yourself off. A single glance into your screen paints a clear picture as to where Scaramouche’s mind is right now.

“Scara? You good?”

“Hm? Uh, yeah,” he murmurs, rubbing away the sleep from his eyes. However, a small yawn escapes him that’s a bit hard to miss, “Keep talking.”

To that, he hears a stifled laugh instead of a verbal response. He glances over to your portrait on his phone, taking in the way the faint artificial light hits your face. How the shadows of your room seem to frame your features so perfectly and the fact that your smile—

“Nah, I’ll stop for tonight. Wouldn’t want you to die from a lack of sleep,” you eventually reply with a chuckle. Scaramouche can hear (and barely see) you flip over in your bed, pulling the covers over your body.

In this new angle, he gets to see a new perspective of your face. A part of him wishes he could just reach out and tuck away that stray piece of hair laying on your forehead. Perhaps if he was there with you, you wouldn’t feel the need to go under the covers for warmth.

Instead, however, he just nods.

“Fair. Guess I’ll catch you tomorrow,” he replies softly, a wind-down from the previous energy the call carried.

“Yep, see you,” your lips curve into a gentle smile.

Scaramouche only replies with a cough, trying to cover up the faint blush as he finds himself getting flustered over your pixely face.

“Sweet dreams, Scara.”

Before he can open his mouth to reply, you already hung up. Though a part of him wishes the call lasted a bit longer, the other part is glad you didn’t have to hear whatever was about to slip from his mouth.

After a few seconds, he sighs and places his phone on his bedside table. He then proceeds to bury his face into the silky case of his pillow as his tired fists come to gently slam against the mattress. Nothing much is heard from him except for a few unintelligible mumbles.

Eventually, Scaramouche flips over onto his back as he stares up at the ceiling. Faint glow-in-the-dark stars from his childhood seem to stare back at him. He lets his eyes flutter shut as a small chuckle escapes his lips.

“Who needs dreams if you’re the sweetest thing I have?”

notes: just another random babble :)) im not the best at writing dialogue but it’s better to do it once in a while

i really like writing scara as this silly little loser rather than a sadistic asshole (atleast in modern aus) (a bit delulu)

ah also i kind of forgot about the harry styles song up until right before posting this, but let’s say it’s loosely inspired 👍

taglist:

@aphroditesswan

#genshin impact #genshin imagines #genshin impact imagines #genshin impact scaramouche #genshin x reader #genshin x y/n #scara x y/n #scaramouche #scara modern au #scaramouche x reader #scaramouche imagines #genshin fluff #scara fluff #gn reader

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satrs · 11 months

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anything to do with professor rin or oliver omg im having brainrot rn🤲 (btw i luv ur works :3)

ᥲ/ᥒ ꜝꜝ ✎Hihi nonnie >-<! I'm rlly flattered you like my stuff and OH MY GYATTTTT THIS IS SUCH A GOOD IDEA BRRRRRRR I never thought I needed professor oliver so bad until now ERORR§$)))§ Maybe I'll do Rin sometime tooo >-<

𝕋𝕦𝕥𝕠𝕣 𝕝𝕖𝕤𝕤𝕠𝕟𝕤!

ꜱʏɴᴏᴘꜱɪꜱ; your professor Aiku was meaning to help you with your stuggling lessons. And he already had an idea how to.

ꜰᴇᴀᴛᴜʀɪɴɢ; professor!oliver aiku x college student!fem!reader

ᴡᴏʀᴅ ᴄᴏᴜɴᴛ; 1.7k

TAGS; NSFW CONTENT. MDNI! nicknames(good girl ,dirty girl once, bonny girl). doggy. pussyjob(?). dirtytalk. creampie(?).

𝔸𝕃𝕃 ℂℍ𝔸ℝ𝔸ℂ𝕋𝔼ℝ𝕊 𝔸ℝ𝔼 𝟙𝟠+!

"So, Mrs. Y/N."

The mention of your name caused you to tense up, stiffening in your seat as you felt heterochromic orbs stare right at you.

You didn't dare to utter a word, only briefly looking up at the man seated infront of you before your gaze returned back to your thighs, fingers fidgeting with the hem of your flimsy skirt.

"You're failing your classes. If you won't get them back up or get a tutor of some sorts," you would drop out. it was already clear what he would say, your heart almost stopping in your chest.

You felt your eyes sting as you thought about the horrible outcome you so desperately tried to prevent, big orbs staring up at your professor whose lips formed into a thin line in empathy.

Finally, you managed to part your lips, quiet words ringing in Oliver's ears. "I- I don't think I could afford a tutor. But I really can not drop out. I need this, Mr. Aiku."

He leaned back in his seat, staring at your through his lashes as his gaze continued to linger on your face, briefly landing on your almost transparent blouse, getting a glimpse of your bra. He huffed out a breath in thought, eyes wandering around the office.

Your eyes nervously stayed glued on your skirt, heart beating in your chest at the uncomfortable silence.

"I can help you." This caused you to quickly stare up at the man, look of disbelief on your face. "I'm serious. You know, you're a-" he slyly took a peek at your bra again before lightly clearing his throat and returning his gaze back to your face. "a really dear student of mine."

Your brows slightly furrowed at his behavior, taking a glance at your blouse yourself as you noticed how visible your bra was, growing embarrassed as you tried to hide it with your crossed arms, heat shooting up your face.

His gaze was glued to your mesmerizing face, smirk adoring his features at your pathetic attempt. "Oh Y/N." The sound of his voice made you form your lips into a thin line, biting your cheek from the inside in a nervous manner. "There's no need to be shy. It's just you and me."

This was exactly the problem. Alone in the office with your professor- the professor who was quite popular with his students- especially his female ones. There was never even one day where he wasn't the topic of the day among the girls, dreaming and gawking at his handsome self, some even obviously flirting with him.

He loved the attention, he loved it all. But it just wasn't enough for him. He knew that every single girl he taught was head over heels for him or at least found him handsome, including you. But you were the only one among them who didn't try anything with him or flirt with him. This pissed him off, but also made him take a liking to you.

"So, what do you say?"

His piercing gaze made you shift in your seat. You had no other choice, did you? “Alright. When should I meet you-“

“What about now?” Your brows furrowed at his words, looking at him in confusion. He returned you a chuckle, leaning forward and placing a hand on the desk. “What about now? I’m free, you’re free, so let’s start with the lesson now.”

He let a smirk play on his face as he noticed your crossed arms falling to your sides, shamelessly gawking at your exposed bra. “Maybe we could start with the last test you failed, hm?”

You noticed his shameless stare, heat shooting up your face. Deciding to play right into his little game, you pushed out your chest a bit, breasts now mere inches away from your professor's grasp. “What do you have in mind, professor?”

He hummed in contentment at your action, orbs staring up at your face as he poked the inside of his cheek. He remained silent, hand reaching for his papers until he found your test, the grade ‘F’ in bright red written on it.

His finger pointed to the mark, eyes looking at you through his raven bangs. “We could arrange that to a better grade. If you put in effort in my tutoring, that is.”

You bit your lip, eyes shifting to the door to recognize any possible voices or footsteps, doubt filling you at the last second. “Is it even legal to-“

“Bend over.”

Your perplexed expression caused the man to playfully click his tongue, getting up from his chair. “Oh dear, dear Y/N.” His fingers glide along the wooden table, making his way around to where you sat.

His hand let go right as he reached your nervous form, placing it behind you an the edge of your chair. “Don't you think it's time to drop that innocent act by now? Hm?" This made your lips form into a thin line, eyes flickering frantically around, hot breath of the man right at the back of your neck, goosebumps adoring your skin as he whispered against your neck. "Be a good girl and do what I told you, yeah?"

With his next shallow breath, his hand found comfort on your back, soothingly stroking it, smirking in victory as he noticed your form slowly standing up, hands placed on the wooden table as you stared back at him in your embarrassing position.

"That's not bending over, is it?" You wanted to slap him across the face for his teasing tone, huffing out a breath as you leaned in more, slightly arching your back, flashing your panties in the process.

Oliver's tongue swiped across his lips as he caught a glimpse of your flimsy panties, leaning forward until his lips were mere inches away from your ear, a quick peak to your temple causing you to yelp in surprise. "There you go."

Your eyes screwed shut as you felt his rough fingers glide down your spine until they halted right above your waistline, tenderly unzipping your skirt, it soon falling to the ground and leaving you exposed to the cold air.

Your shiver made the man lightly chuckle, hand comfortably placed on your ass, fully neglecting his previous movements as his attention was back on the paper in front of you. " Let's go over the test properly."

You remained silent, back slightly arching more in need, shaking your head in protest. He put away a strand of hair from your face, tapping your cheek in a cooing manner. "Cat caught your tongue?"

Your frustrated groan was followed by a wiggle of your hips, leaving your professor rock-hard in his pants. "Aren't you a handful." You shot him a glare, desperately wanting him to continue his previous actions. But before you could protest, your words were cut off by a pleased sigh when his index and middle finger pushed your panties to the side, gliding in the wetness of your folds.

His thumb soon landed on your clit, drawing firm circles on the bundle of nerves as sighs and low moans escaped your lips. "Focus or I'm going to stop." You bit your lip in excitement as you heard him fiddling with his pants, hand now resting on your rear.

Your face contorted in an attempt to concentrate, failing to do so when you suddenly felt his angry tip on your folds, gathering your wetness on it.

"Mr Aiku, please." Your hand tightly gripped the edge of the table as he repeatedly teased you with his tip, slightly entering you before going back to swipe along your folds.

His breathing turned ragged at the feeling of your wet folds, succumbing to his desires as he bottomed out into you in one swift motion, whine escaping your lips as your eyes screwed shut again.

His firm hand was back on the back of your neck again, lifting you by it and pressing your back against his chest as he began to move his hips. Your back arched more into his touch at every move of his hips, his tip hitting that spongey spot inside of you over and over again. "Yesyesyes!"

He tried to hush you, hand covering your mouth as muffled moans managed to escape his palm, other hand fondling your tits through the fabric. He groaned at the feeling of your walls tightening around his cock, hot breath tickling your ear. "What was your mistake at Task A?" His voice was low and stuttery, low moans flying past his lips at the amazing feeling of your needy cunt milking his length.

You whined in return, lips stuttering as his hand left your mouth. "I d-didn't calculate the cause of- fuck!" Your loud sounds made you bite your lip in an attempt to drown them, hand flying between your legs to rub your clit as you felt yourself nearing your orgasm.

"God. Screw this shit." He quickly pressed you down onto the table, movement increasing as he felt himself nearing his limit too, leaving your mouth hanging open as drool escaped the corner of your mouth.

"Cunt s' made for me. So fuckin' tight." His other hand came in harsh contact with your ass, painting the flesh in a bright red. "You like this, don't you? Getting fucked by your professor. What a dirty girl you are."

You could only whine in return, pressing your forehead against the dark wood as your orgasm washed over your body, eyes rolling to the back of your head and thighs shaking at the intensity.

The tight grip your walls had around his cock was all it took for him to follow you, burying himself deep inside of you as he painted your walls with his hot cum.

You felt numb as you came down from your high, whining in protest as Oliver pulled out of you, legs growing weak. "Such a pretty girl. Felt good, yes?" You mindlessly nodded your head, observing the man behind you as he plunged some of the leaking sperm back into your abused cunt, pulling the thin fabric of your panties back over your folds.

"You did so well, pretty. I don't think you'll drop out anytime soon."

#◛⑅·˚ ᵂᴼᴿᴷ #♡˳ᴮᴸᴸᴷ #lec writes!۵ #blue lock smut #bllk smut #oliver aiku smut #blue lock #blue lock x female reader #oliver aiku #oliver smut #blue lock x you #x reader

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icyharrington · 1 year

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Writing prompt 142 with Eddie?

142. “Could he make you feel as good as i do?”

oooo finally an opportunity to write some pissed off eddie content teeheeeeee okok lets do it !!! PS I AM STILL TAKING PROMPT REQUESTS !! the og post is on my page so go check it out and send me one if you’re interested! :3 also sorry if this sucks im not used to writing multiple different fics/blurbs/whatevers in 1 day dfjgkdjfg

contains: jealous!eddie, mean eddie, dirty talk, degradation, fingering, general rough/mean dynamic (he still luvs you tho don’t worry uwu)

You’ve never seen Eddie this angry before, and your body is caught in limbo between utter terror and arousal.

So you’d fucked around with Steve Harrington- you and Eddie were on a break! And a well-deserved one, at that, considering that he’d been devoting all of his time to his fantasy campaigns rather than his real life, human girlfriend.

Eddie stands before you in his bedroom, his wide brown eyes unusually cold as they size you up. His arms are folded protectively in front of his graphic t-shirt, a prominent frown on his lips. “So what you’re telling me, (y/n)- and correct me if I’m wrong here- is that you let Steve Harrington’s dick inside you? Is that what I’m hearing right now?”

He sounds so sarcastic, yet so deadly serious; it sends an uncomfortably cool chill up your spine, and you’re unsure of what’s about to happen.

You look him dead in the eyes despite the anxiety it causes you, unwilling to back down. “Yes, Eddie, I did. I fucked Steve Harrington. So fucking what? We were on a goddamn break! It’s not like you ever wanted to fuck me while we were together.”

“That is such bullshit, (y/n),” Eddie seethes, taking a lingering step towards you. You stand frozen in place, your limbs unwilling to move from where they’re planted. “Every time you’re in the mood to fuck, it’s when I’m busy with Hellfire!”

“You’re always busy with Hellfire!” you scream at him, one-upping him by taking your own hopefully-menacing step in his direction.

“What about that night in my van when you turned me down? Or when you told me to stop being gross when I was feeling up your ass, hm?” He cocks his head threateningly, sauntering until he’s face-to-face with you.

“I just said that because I was in a bad mood, Eddie,” you murmur, feeling a little guilty about the exchange in retrospect. Usually you loved when Eddie would touch you, even by surprise- he’d just happened to catch you on a bad day. “I don’t think you’re gross.”

“Oh, really? ‘Cause I think you do. I think you find me downright disgusting. That’s why you ran off to go spread your legs for Steve Harrington- to find out what it’s like to fuck a real man. Right, (y/n)?” His eyes are welled with tears, though he’s good at keeping them at bay, with his face contorted into a scowl. “Making a fucking fool of me, huh? Dating the freak and fucking the jock. I bet you did it before our break, you fucking slut.”

He’s shaking, and you want to hug him, though you’re scared what will happen if you do. You mentally kick yourself for even allowing the secret to slip in the first place, but you never would’ve forgiven yourself if you hadn’t told the truth.

Now, though, you wonder if it would’ve been worth it to lie, just to prevent Eddie from believing all the other untrue parts his mind had invented. “Eddie, I would have never done that to you!”

He drags his eyes up and down your body, taking in the short skirt you’re wearing, paired with a pair of platform boots and a cropped sweater. When he speaks, he doesn’t reference anything you just said, evidently too wound up in his emotions to process much else. “Yeah, prancing around at school looking like that, huh? You dressed like that for Steve, didn’t you? Wanted him to take you in the bathroom and fuck you stupid?”

You whimper; you aren’t certain if he’s intentionally trying to make you horny right now, but for some unfathomable reason… you so are. “No, Eddie. I promise you, I don’t want Steve. It was a stupid mistake, Eddie, I swear! I was upset about us being on a break, and I just…I don’t know! I fucked up!”

“Yeah, you’re right, (y/n). It was a stupid mistake.” He takes in a breath, seeming to ponder on what his next action will be, before he shoves you back onto his bed. “Real fucking stupid. That’s my pussy you’re throwing around like a tramp, get it?”

He flips up your skirt, grasping your pussy between your legs and rubbing you harshly through the thin lace fabric of your panties. “Oh, I’m sure Steve Harrington could never get your pussy as pathetically wet as I can.”

You don’t say anything, moaning out at the rough motions of his callused hand against your soaked underwear; if he continued doing this for another minute or so, you’d probably cum without needing him to do anything else. He smacks your cheek lightly in response to your silence, narrowing his dark eyes at you. “Could he?”

“N-no, Eddie,” you whisper, letting out a strangled whine when he moves your panties to the side and presses two fingers into you abruptly. “I told you, it was a mistake. I want you, Eddie.”

“Could he make you feel as good as I do?” he demands, taking your jaw in one hand and jerking it so that you’re facing him. “Hm?”

You shake your head rapidly, a helpless look on your face as you silently beg for his forgiveness (which you know is already granted, though you don’t expect him to tell you that quite yet). “No, Eddie. Never.”

“Fuckin’ thought so,” he says as he continues to fuck you with his fingers, adding a third in order to stretch you wider. “You’re lucky I love you enough to teach you a lesson instead of kicking your ass to the curb.”

He’s not serious- at least about the kicking-you-to-the-curb bit, though the way he’s speaking to you is making your skin prickle over with warmth. There’s just something about your soft, sweet Eddie being mean that turns you on beyond belief.

Looking up at him with wide doe eyes, you hold back a knowing smirk. “You’re right, Eddie. I am lucky.”

#eddie munson #eddie munson x reader #eddie munson x you #eddie munson smut #eddie munson fanfiction #mine #joseph quinn #stranger things #stranger things x reader #stranger things smut #eddie munson imagine #stranger things imagine #eddie munson fic

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444rockstargf · 8 months

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"i dont know why but i like it." | euronymous part 2 of "playing a dangerous game."

diet mountain dew - lana del rey

summary: pleasure torture with euronymous

p.s. this has nothing to do with the original oystein aarseth. this is rory's portrayal of the character.

sub!female!reader x dom!euronymous

contents: bdsm, degradation, praise, pain-kink, spanking, wax play, edging, overstimulation, squirting

so after ditching the party, you and euronymous were hand in hand, running down the street. he had told you that you were heading back to his place, but you didnt think he'd live in an apartment like a normal person would.

he opened the door to his room, letting you go in first. after he walked in, he locked the door behind him. and for some reason, it sent a shiver down your spine.

you stood still, holding your hands in front of you. you really hadnt thought about how this would go. you didnt know what people like him did when they had guests over, but you knew that it was gonna be a bumpy ride.

he started approaching you slowly, the sound of his black boots hitting the hardwood floor echoing thoughout the room. you started backing up a little as he approached you like a predator hunting its prey.

he got you back into the wall, exactly where he wanted you. he put a hand to your neck, keeping a firm but comfortable grip. "ive never seen a girl quite as pretty as you... but you'd be a lot prettier if you were tied up, tears running down your face as i used you for my own pleasure, dont you think?" you froze a little as you heard this.

"w-w... what... what do you mean..?" you stammered, immediately wishing you didnt ask when you saw the toxic smile creep up on his face. "im glad you asked, doll." and with that, he dragged you to his bedroom, closing the door behind him.

he pushed you onto his bed as he grabbed his lighter and lit a few candles around the room. you looked up to see what he was doing. he walked over to you, standing right over you. he pulled you up so you were face to face with him. his eyes roamed down your body.

"such a nice dress. i'd be a shame if something happened to it, wouldnt it?" he grinned as the tore the chest area of the dress, exposing your tits and pierced nipples. you gasped as he did this, completely shocked. you didnt think things would escalate this quickly.

he chuckled softly as he saw the piercings. "huh, so youre a naughty little girl, hm? who wouldve guessed." he said as he tore off the rest of the dress, throwing the now useless piece of fabric to the side. you were left only in your little black thong.

he bit his lip a little as he sized you up. "on the bed, now." you obeyed him. you'd be lying if you said you werent excited to see how things would go tonight. "face down, ass up." he searched his drawer for a few things.

your face was in the pillow as you heard him rummaging through his things. after a moment, he came to you. "look up." he was standing beside you. you turned your head to see what he wanted you to see, and your eyes widened.

he had some rope, a ball gag, and a vibrator in one hand and a paddle in the other. "you seen any of these things before, doll?" he asked. you nodded your head, even though this was all new to you.

"good. then this will be a breeze." he climbed onto the bed and got behind you, unravelling the rope. he grabbed your arms and put them behind your back. he wrapped the rope around your wrists, tying it with a tight knot.

it felt a little strange to be restricted like this, but you didnt complain. he lifted up your head and put the ball gag on you, stopping you from making any noises. he grinned as he saw you like this. "perfect. now youre all ready for me."

you couldnt ask what he meant, but you quickly got the idea when he moved your thong to the side. he sighed as he saw you little pussy, just there waiting for him. his mind filled with fantasies of how he was going to destroy you tonight.

you felt the cold air of the room hit your pussy, making your breath hitch slightly. euronymous spat on it before massaging it in with his thumb. you whimpered quietly at the feeling of his touch.

you saw as euronymous picked up the paddle from the corner of your eye. before you could process this, he landed a hard slap right on your ass, making you scream out in pain. well, it would have been a scream if the gag wasnt there to suppress every sound that you made.

euronymous smiled as he saw the red mark stain your ass. he spanked you again, making you whimper even louder. your pussy started to ache for attention. with every spank, you found yourself enjoying this treatment more and more.

"such a good fucking whore for me..." euronymous whispered as he ceased the abuse on your ass, which was completely red by now. "now, if your a good little slut for me, you get a reward. but if you're naughty, then you get punished. understood?" you didnt know what he meant by punishment, so you didnt respond.

he picked up one of the lit candles and tipped it, pouring the hot melted wax all over your ass. you cried out as tears pricked at your eyes. that was what he meant by punishment. "i said, understood?" you nodded quickly, not wanting to get punished again.

he smiled before picking up the vibrator. you heard as he switched it on, becoming desperate for touch. you lifted your hips in the air a little more. he chuckled softly before pressing the vibrator against your aching clit.

you let out a loud, muffled moan, your cunt already leaking from this simple action. "you like that, hm?" he said softly. you nodded quickly, not wanting to anger him.

he liked how this was starting out. he turned the vibrator up a few notches, making you scream out. your hips started rolling against the toy, your liquids making the perfect lubricant for the vibrator.

euronymous started to move the vibrator up and down your slit, sending shockwaves throughout your body. you started to tremble as you felt your orgasm nearing. he sensed this and turned it up even more.

you put your head into the bedsheets as your back arched into the toy. you were so close to reaching the perfect orgasm. just a few more seconds, and you'd be in heaven. but euronymous wasnt about to let that happen so easily.

your pussy started to throb as the vibrations took over your body. your hole clenched as it made way for your leg shaking orgasm. your moans came through the gag as your stomach started to knot. you bucked your hips against the toy as your orgasm was a second away from flooding through you.

but this was enough to tick him off, making him pull away the toy, earning you a hard and painful spank. you whimpered out in pain and disappointment from not being able to cum.

"what did i say about being a naughty girl?" he asked as he poured more candle wax onto you. tears streamed out of your eyes and fell down your face at the feeling of this excruciating pain.

"fucking whore. getting needy, hm? you want me to let you cum?" you nodded as tears fell down your face. he hit your ass with the paddle once more, making you whimper. "you'll only cum when i fucking say so."

he ran his index finger over your dripping wet cunt, going painfully slowly. you tried your very best to keep your composure. he saw how hard you were trying to keep him pleased, so he let you have your way and stuck two fingers into you, thrusting them in and out at a quick pace.

you started moaning through the gag, your pussy throbbing with the need to cum. he slammed his fingers into you at a brutally fast rate, making your insides tremble. your back arched more and more as your orgasm hit like a ton of bricks, you cumming all over his fingers.

he chuckled darkly. "little slut couldnt resist cumming all over my fingers. but im not done with you yet." he had no intention of stopping. he continued to finger you, despite your moans turning into cries and attempted pleas.

the louder you got, the more he wanted to drain every last drop of cum out of you. he picked up the vibrator, turning it on to the maximum setting before pressing it against your clit as he continued to finger you.

your eyes rolled to the back of your head, drool coming out from the sides of your mouth. you could feel your entire body heating up as you felt an unfamiliar sensation growing in your core.

you didnt know what was happening, you were unable to think at all from the feeling of his fingers pumping in and out of you, along with the vibrator making your body twitch.

this feeling in your core grew into something inhumane. your whole body trembled uncontrollably as you squirted all over his fingers and the toy. it was like a fountain coming out of you, it not stopping for a few moments.

euronymous laughed as you released your liquids all over him. "yeah... just like that, whore. such a good girl for me..." he'd say as he pulled his fingers out of you and turned off the vibrator.

you were still a shaky mess, trying to catch your breath as you were relapsing from that unearthly feeling. your pussy was still pumping as if his fingers were still inside of you.

euronymous untied the rope around your wrists and removed the gag from your mouth. he pulled you up so that he could take a good look at your face. your mascara was completely ruined, falling in black streams down your cheeks. your lipstick was smudged, and your hair was a mess.

he smiled as you were still catching your breath. "there. now youre absolutely perfect." he said before taking your hand and giving it a soft kiss.

author's note: first two-parter ive ever done, and I'm kind of liking it idk. i hope you all liked this one!

#rory culkin #rory culkin smut #euronymous #lords of chaos #lana del rey

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str4wkinzi · 7 months

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NO LONGER YOUR OWN PART 3

Curses! Sukuna and Gojo x Sorcerer! Toji x reader

(DO YOU GUYS LIKE THIS OR SOMETHING?? im pulling these ideas out of my ASS CRACK!! You guys are so lucky i love you and @inumakisslut YOU DID THIS TO ME!!! Goes beast mode fr! Jk i love u guys ENJOY PART 3!!)

Super short as well :3

Part 1 <3 Part 2

Booty stuff in this as well as triple penetration so ofc theres booty stuff wheres he gonna go your ear??? ;3

NSFW CONTENT! MINORS DO NOT INTERACT!

After that night things have been strange… Both of the men follow you around like flies on shit. They don’t care if people saw them. No one really saw them anyways, most normal people couldn’t. But, he could.

He walked by you on the street. You looked to be the average civilian, unable to see curses like he can. He found you to be cute, though. That is, until he finally saw the two curses looming behind you. He was so focused on you he didn’t notice them staring back at him.

With Sukuna scowling, you turn back to face him.

“Sukuna?” You whisper.

“Keep walking.” He demands, wanting to leave the man behind.

‘You can see them.’ The man chuckles to himself as you leave.

After that incident Sukuna was always caught looking back. And Gojo wasn’t any better off. They were like that until you arrived home.

When you three arrived home they sat you on the couch, cuddling you as if you were a stuffed bear. Though, you didn’t know why they were so on edge all of a sudden. Was that guy some weirdo they know or-

DING!!

The doorbell rings.

You have to fight through six arms just to get through the front door. They sit on the couch while you open the door.

You look at the man. He seems familiar but you just can’t…

“He can see us.” Gojo says sternly.

What does he mean?

“So i was right.” The man at the door comes in your house, grabbing your arm and pulling you to the couch.

Sukuna and Gojo had already stood up. The man pushes you on the couch and pushes your shirt up before Sukuna can slap his hand away.

He looks at their marks. Sukuna and Gojo didn’t intervene, it shows him you’re theirs.

“Looks like these bastards got to you before me.” He says with a chuckle.

“Don’t worry, cutie, the only man you need is me.”

Toji knew he was getting to them. He liked the thought of that.

“Toji, long time no see! You’re still a man-whore, hm?” Gojo chimes in.

Toji.

Sukuna grabs the mans shirt and looks him in the eyes.

“What do you think you’re doing.”

“Having some fun. Let loose, old man.” Toji responds.

Toji looks back over at you, walking over and bending down to meet your eye level.

“You want me to fuck you? Make you mine, hm?” Toji asks.

Before you can respond Gojo chimes in once again.

“Well we can’t sit here and watch you two have fun, now can we?”

“C’mon baby, fuck- thats it.” Toji groans as you moan onto his cock, hand grabbing a fistful of your hair.

With you sitting on Sukuna’s face, you cant help but moan on Tojis cock as he’s pushing your face down. Toji lets go of your hair and Gojo takes his place, bobbing your head up and down his cock.

With Sukuna’s mouth lapping at your cunt, which felt so good. The most you did was let out moans that were muffled by two cocks.

Gojo cums in your mouth first, pushing your head down so far you feel his cock in the back of your throat. He grabs your neck to bring your face closer to his.

“Swallow.” Gojo demands.

After you swallow, Toji grabs your head.

“I’m not done with you.” Is all Toji says before he pushes your head back on his cock.

While youre choking on Toji’s cock, Sukuna grabs yoir hips and grinds you down on his face. Toji loves when you look up at him with those eyes.

With you close to cumming on Sukuna’s face, Toji’s close to cumming on yours. Grinding on Sukuna’s face brings you to your breaking point, mouth almost vibrating on Toji’s cock.

With that, he cum’s too. He pulls your head off his cock just to cum all over your face.

“Fuck, you look so pretty covered in my cum, sweet thing.” Toji almost whispers as he licks some of his cum off your face.

Youre lowered down onto Toji’s cock while Sukuna enters your cunt. They barely give you a chance to adjust before they both start moving.

With Gojo deciding to sit back and watch this super entertaining show, you cant help but feel like this is where you belong.

With both of them pumping into you like it was a race all you can do is moan and whine, wishing that this never ends.

Gojo pumping his cock on the side of the creaking bed (don’t ask how you got there.) doesn’t do anything but make you wetter.

Suddenly, Toji grabs your neck from behind and leans to whisper in your ear.

“I may not be able to mark you like these, fuck-ing things, but.. i’ll sure as hell try.” He sneers as he thrusts up into you, cumming deep inside you.

You cum from the sudden thrust, cunt spasming as you cum on Sukuna’s cock. The sudden clench making him cum as well.

In the corner, Gojo’s chuckling at the display whike cumming all over his hand. He puts his hand, dripping with his cum, in front of your mouth. Getting the memo, you do as you’re told.

But they aren’t done yet.

It’s been more rounds then you can count (you can barely think of your own name) you can’t even moan correctly anymore. All that leaves your mouth are broken whines.

Gojo is filling fucking you now, noises of cum mixing with cum and cum mixing with your juices are the only sounds other then moans that fill the air.

Cum drips from all over you, from your face, to your torso, to your holes and hands.

After everyone finally decides you’ve had enough (you were about to pass out) they all decide the lay down beside you, All fighting over who wraps their arms around you more.

Toji whispers, nearly asleep.

“Youre mine now. I don’t care if i have to share with these idiots.”

“Hey now, that isn’t very nice, Toji.” Gojo chimes in with a fake pout.

“Both of you shut up. You’re going to wake-“ Sukuna gets cut off.

“Looks like someones in love.” Gojo chuckles softy, taking his words into consideration.

You finally drift off to sleep, happily wrapped in the arms of two curses and one sorcerer.

How much weirder can this get?

STR4WZ STICKY NOTE < part three done after like 6 days ik yall hate me LMAO in my defense me and @comicsann have been brainstorming ideas for 2023 STR4WKINZI KINKTOBER!!!!!!! SO FUN RIGHT?? MY FIRST KINKTOBER!! thank you all so much i love you all 3

Also i added the last line “How much weirder can this get?” Just incase you guys want a part four or comic gets on his knees for a part four like always LMAO :3

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t4rt4gl14 · 2 years

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YOOOO asks r open?????

tbh anything with sub thoma is good enough for me i need more dom reader content im dying

maybe add a lil bondage and some vibrators while ur at it

maybe some nipple play action

and overstim

a little edging

cock slapping too

and a blindfold

OKAYYY THATS ENOUGH BEFORE I GET CARRIED AWAY HAHAHHA HAVE A GREAT DAYYY

C0CKSL4PP1NG -> { RATED 18+ }

FEATURING: thoma, childe, xiao, kazuha and albedo.

CONTENT WARNING(S): g/n reader. bondage. blindfold. cock ring. overstimulation. handjob/blowjob. praise/degradation. dacryphilia. edging. slight jealousy. semi-public sex. minors dni.

☆ THOMA

⭐︎ — dragging thoma to your bedroom, not knowing what’s coming next however hes sure it’ll be nice right? turns out it’s even better than what he expected, the strain on his wrists and thick blindfold heightened his senses and he’s much more sensitive than he already was. tugging at the ropes he whimpered, “y/n do we really n-need to tie me up?”, you continuously palm his clothed cock, grinding on his crotch, “of course we do, this way you won’t run away when i milk you until you’ve got nothing left”, inevitably this turned him on even more— overstimulation is something thoma dreams of; the pain blending beautifully with the pleasure and only rushing to cum once more.

your hands and mouth worked magic and in a few minutes he was already cumming, bucking his hips so he could get to the back of your throat— he shouldn’t have been so surprised when you kept going even when just came but as soon he began to thrash and cry out; a sudden slap to his cock shut him up, a loud yelp emerging before he instantly closed his legs and whined, moaning and whimpering, “m-mmgh! m’sorry; h-hurts but feels so gah!~ mn so good ♡” and as the slaps continued he came once more.

☆ CHILDE

⭐︎ — tbh he actually really enjoyed the pain, sitting behind whilst his broad back is snug against your chest. pumping his cock as your palm hardly slaps his oozing tip. “m-mmn! ah! stop f-feels weird! comrade p-plea-nnngh”, along came another slap as he twitches once more, keeping a harsh grip on your wrists yet never pulling away. the shocks of jerking him off and occasionally slapping his cute cock has his eyes rolling back and back arching. of course he kept urging you to just let him cum— his suit getting rather damp from the sweat and how heavy he was breathing, the open window done nothing to keep him cool and he found himself chasing his orgasm again and again

“yesyesyes! cumming!~ mmmgh yes angh! oh my god~ cumming thank you!!~”, the amount of cum he spurted really was amazing, such a huge load and only because you punished him so lightly— you wonder how else you could punish and just how much seed he’d spill.

☆ XIAO

⭐︎ — ugh adeptus xiao so fking cute, slipping a cock ring on his pretty dick as you relish in how he grips the sheets— as much as he wants more; he knows if he doesn’t act out he’ll get an amazing reward however little does he know how jealous you’ve been, “tsk tsk seems like you enjoy spending time with lumine now hm? can she make you feel this good??”, you question whilst slapping his cock, xiao being as sensitive as he is— this one slap caused his back to arch right off the bed, “w-what do you thi-nk you’re-?! ANGH!~”, another slap to the base of his cock causing his sentence to cut short and pre cum to flow from his slit. “shh good boy~ you’ll take what i give you and you’ll enjoy it.”

long story short— he was practically a twitching mess with a pool of cum at his stomach, his entire cock a cherry red and his thighs instinctively shutting tight when you reach to stroke him once more, “n-no! s-sensitive~ t-too senst-itive!~”, his pleas and whines turning and egging you on even further.

☆ KAZUHA

⭐︎ — must you really punish him on the crux, of all places— sneaking him into the storage and continuously slapping his cock whilst he shifts and mewls in your hold. wrapping your arms around his waist never allowing him to escape. his knees are shaking and barely able to function as the sting and sharp pain jumps his nerves but the constant marking of his neck and stroking of his cock allows him to enjoy his punishment however he really had done nothing wrong. perhaps you just wanted to see his cute face morph into one of pleasure.

“s-stop!~ can’t handle it- UNGH!~ i-i haven’t done anything w-wrong!~”, oh poor kazuha, if only he knew you enjoyed toying with his body anyway— the best part was edging him from the brink of cumming, the tears rolling down his reddened cheeks as he fucks up into your fist— chasing the orgasm he lost once more

☆ ALBEDO

⭐︎ — “albedo, i’d like to conduct an experiment”, his interest was certainly piqued since he was the person who usually came up with them. however he certainly won’t decline but however he was shocked by your request. “lie down, unbuckle your belt and take your cock out— that’s all my love”, he didn’t know what you were planning to do but he was already enjoying it. the least he was expecting was for you to spread your spit on your palm and suddenly stroke his dick with such speed— despite being made of chalk he’s still surprisingly sensitive.

he was confused on why you abruptly stopped until he felt a sudden slap on his cock, he was practically screaming with each slap, your technique was beautiful, a slap then a few strokes and the process went on until he mewled and covered your hand with a pearly white, chest heaving up and down whilst he tries to catch his breathe but was certainly confused when you kept going— it were going to be a long night <3

TAGGING: @lex-lee-666 @leathernourishingshoepolish @currysrealm @kxisuke @stygianoir <3

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abbysbitch · 1 year

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mean!dom abby

moans so loud

a/n: thank u anon, again sorry for how long this took me to get out. when i see mean i go crazy. also this is all lowercase (i'm putting this bc ik ppl get mad sometimes) hope u enjoy :)

wc: 1.6k (god im sorry lmfao)

cw: brat tamer abby, name calling (whore, stupid slut, brat, princess, pretty girl), pussy slapping, face slapping, cunnilingus, use of strap on, use of mommy kink, tiniest bit of a breeding kink.

you had been out all night with abby and happened to get a little tipsy. oblivious to you the alcohol made you extremely flirtatious towards everyone, and she wasn't having one bit of it.

abby had found you dancing a little too close to manny for her liking- and knowing him she wanted you out. asap.

grabbing you in by your waist from behind, she spins you around, way too fast for how much you had drank, leaving you all ditzy and disoriented.

"o-oh, hey abby," you hiccup between slurred words. "whatcha doin'?" you look up at her with pupils the size of the moon and she almost felt bad. Almost.

"how much have you had to drink babe?" she asks, looking at your red solo cup that has the smallest amount of liquor left in it. 'uhh-um, not toooo much," you reply, lids droopy and mouth wet from the drink you just sipped.

"oh yeah? not too much but you're rubbing all up on manny like you aren't mine?" she whispers in your ear, making you all dizzy- anticipating what was next as your clenched your thighs close.

shaking her head, abby takes the solo cup out of your hand and dumps it out onto the floor. "what th- what the fuck abby? i wasn't done with that!" and with a grab way too firm to be lovingly, she holds your wrist and drags you towards the doors of the small building.

"we're leaving," and before you could say anything she continues,

"and keep your little mouth shut from here on out. wouldn't want any more punishment than you're already getting, would you pretty girl?"

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the walk back to her house was silent and you were fiening with anticipation. you loved it when abby got like this, all possessive and mean, but especially now when your want was fueled by the alcohol in your system- legs wobbling and heat all throughout your body. not to mention how god awfully wet you were the entire way back.

her hold on you was still tight, probably bruising by now, making your skin all sensitive to the touch. reaching her house, she quickly opens the door and escorts you inside.

"bedroom, now. want you all ready for me, okay?" she goes, and with a nod you turn down the hall into her bedroom. sitting on the floor you undress, everything off except for your panties and bra. When she would get in these moods she'd always want you in the same position, on your knees in front of the bed. waiting for her made you whine silently in need, rubbing your thighs against one another, trying to calm the fire that's slowly growing inside you.

abby walks into the bedroom, seeing you in your place she hums in contentment, and takes her own right in front of you. "think my girls been a little bad today, what would you say, hm?" she says in a falsely comforting tone. "'m sorry abby, let me make it up to you." you say, pouting.

"you'll make it up to me, huh." she replies with a condescending tone as she grips your face, hand taking purchase on your chin, tilting you upwards slightly. "i don't think you're really sorry, though." she mocks. "open your mouth baby," she goes and you obey, opening your mouth and sticking your tongue out. she bends over slightly, getting closer to you and spits, a long glob of saliva going straight into your mouth. she takes your chin again and closes your mouth for you, watching as you swallow.

"if only you were this good and obedient all the time," she starts, leaning down even more to get closer to your lips, barely brushing against them, making you lean closer to try and capture them in yours, but she pulls back immediately. "but you have to go out and be a dumb little whore when i'm not around, don't you?" and you drop your head in embarrassment.

"abby, i said 'm sorry, i didn't mean to" you respond, but she quickly grabs your hair, yanking it to make you hold her gaze.

"i never asked for a response, did i?" she sternly demands, leaving you to shake your head towards her.

"what's the safeword?" she says and you quietly go,

"red."

"good girl."

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now, abby has you pinned underneath her, arms caging you in so all you can see is her and her fake cock absolutely drilling into you, the room filled with the sounds of your combined panting and the slick sounds your cunts making as she fucks into you at an unfathomably fast pace.

"abby, fuck- 's too much," you whine as your grab onto her biceps, digging crescent moons into the skin. "awh, i thought you wanted more?" she imitates, making a point to brush up against your clit with every thrust causing you to let out a strangled moan.

"since you've been such a brat tonight, don't you think you deserve it?" she goes on, and when you whine instead of responding with words she harshly grabs your face and says "answer me." but when you take too long to answer she slaps you, not too hard but enough to bring you back and say, "'m sorry abby, yes i deserve it- shiiiit." and you continue to blabble incoherent sentences as she keeps her assault on your guts.

"suckin' me so deep," she presses on your lower stomach, "can feel you up here huh? does it feel good baby?" and you can. feel her so far inside you it doesn't feel real. "gonna fuckin' fill you up, swear to god," she goes and you moan even louder at the thought of her filling you up- you know she can't but god do you wish she can in this moment.

"more abby- more-" you start but before you can say more you're cut off by her stopping completely, sliding out of you in one go with a groan. "you're so fuckin' greedy baby, if you want it so bad, beg." she spits, cupping your leaking pussy and god- she might break at the sight.

"please mommy, i need it sooo bad, god please fuck me," you sniffle, and at the name you called her she slaps your cunt, causing you to yelp before she dips down and kisses your clit sweetly. "good job, that wasn't so hard now was it princess?" and she comes back up to nip at your jaw and neck, and finally kisses you as she slides back in with no resistance, moaning with you at the feeling of your cunt swallowing her dick, entirely.

your lips practically eating eachother whole, the scene could fit right into a porno, god it was so erotic. tongues fighting for dominance against one another, and teeth clashing in a mess of saliva that was dripping down from your chin and to your neck.

she picks up her pace after a couple thrusts and you're already so dumb off her cock- even though you had just had it mere seconds before. "fu-fuck mommy, feels s'good" you whine nonsensically, feeling your core tighten with each thrust of her hips and brush of her strap against your clit.

"yeah, it feels good huh baby?" and when you don't respond she continues, "you're such a stupid slut all on my cock aren't you? taking me so fucking good, my stupid- stupid fucking slut." she punctuates the nickname with thrusts that hit sooo deep you see stars.

she lifts up your hips with one arm and takes a pillow from the bed- putting it underneath you to hit a deeper spot. you whine between thrusts at the new position and say "want you to fill me up, mommy- need it bad." and she stills for a second at the confession, and fucks into you even harder.

"yeah? want mommy to fill you up with her cum?" she grunts and all you can respond with are whimpers and sobs of her name, mommy and strings of curses.

with the way the strap was secured to her body, she was getting just the right amount of friction from fucking you that she was close too. moans and grunts spilled from her mouth along with praises to you as she fucked into you harder- and somehow deeper. her want took over and she was pounding you- no, she was rearranging your guts.

your cunt spasming against her dick as your high comes closer, oh ever so closer, you being unaware but abby- oh she knows. she can feel every clench of your pussy against her, every drag against your walls and every spill of your juices all on her. "gonna cum for me?" she goes and with your nod she's already dropping down to your ear, nipping the skin and whispering "yeah, cum with me, cum all over mommys fucking cock."

It hits you like a train, stars appearing in your vision- if you could even see at this point, cunt simultaneously pulsing with your clit around abby, mouth wide open but no sounds coming out and arching your back so hard it could snap in half. abby slows her hips, as she reaches her high at the same time, letting you both ride out as much of your orgasms as you can, and when you finally come back to she slowly slides out of you with a curse from her mouth and a whimper from yours.

"think you learned your lesson, baby?" she says as she takes off the harness and lies down next to you, grabbing your naked form and holding it against her while rubbing circles on your hips.

"yeah, i think so." you slur, still in the aftershock of your orgasm, being barely able to form words.

"lets go get cleaned up, okay?" she says sweetly as she kisses your forehead, nose and then lips, and you just respond with an "okay".

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Threats for One (Crocodile x gn!Pigeon!reader)

Pt1, Pt2

Doflamingo Version

A/N Guys I have been COOKING in this series 🫦🫦, I really love this series and writing more for it but I have no idea what I can keep adding, I don’t want it to be repetitive either. Like I said I really love writing this series or this type of content that is darkish? The type that makes your stomach flutter, so if you have any requests or ideas please let me know 👀 🔪

Dividers by @/saradika

Crocodile sat in his office looking through paperwork until the door slammed open and a hand slammed down in said papers

“I finished your delivery, now give me the antidote,” they sneer

Crocodile stares at them as they slam the door. His stoic expression shifts to an expression of amusement as a smirk spreads across his lips. He remains silent for a moment, staring at them before chuckling to himself

“You’re a feisty one, I give you that… But, that is quite all right. I expected a bit of resistance from you; I will be honest; I was prepared for you to be a bit more of a handful.” He says with a mocking grin upon his scarred face

“Sit down.”

“To hell with that; I did your damn delivery, so give me the antidote.”

“I said you would get the antidote if you did the delivery; I never specified that you would get the antidote immediately. Now sit.”

They growl, pulling out a small dagger and swiftly slashing it over the stacks of papers he had been previously working on, effectively cutting the stack in half

“Give me the antidote, Crocodile, im not playing this damn twisted game with you.”

The stacks of paper collapse to the floor, but the smile on Crocodile’s face remains, albeit it has turned into something darker, more twisted. He eyes them, slowly and steadily standing up.

“So you’ve taken to threats to get what you want?” He draws a long puff of smoke from his cigar as he talks

“Hm, a bold and violent pigeon…, a rather unique specimen you are.” Crocodile walks around the desk, keeping a close eye on them.

“You must understand, Reader, you are an asset to me, one I can’t lose, right?

“Quite the way you treat your assets.”

“Do you think I’ve treated you badly so far?” He questions mockingly

“Perhaps, but only because a bit of rough handling was required on your end in order for you to understand your place.” He states, circling around them

“But in my opinion, I’ve been rather fair to you, even giving you a diluted antidote in good faith in order for you to get in line.”

“My place? You still seem to be under the impression that I am a mere employee and can’t seem to grasp the fact that I don’t work for you; I am not one of your underlings.”

“It seems we are at an impasse. I see myself as your employer and the Cross Guild as your job, and you seem to see yourself as a freelance worker,” Crocodile says as he circles around them until they are behind them

“A pigeon whose wings I can hold ransom and use to my advantage. Is that not what you are to me? And is it not fair that I’m asking you to be a simple messenger for me?” He says, letting out another puff of smoke as Reader turns around to face him

“I’d say it is a very fair arrangement, Reader. I just expect you to do what you are told; not that difficult, is it?”

“Just give me my damn antidote; find yourself some idiot willing to fall for that crap.”

“Is that really how you think this works? That I would just hire some random idiot to take over your deliveries?” He said, shaking his head

“You are rather mistaken; you have a good track record, no issues with deliveries, and I rather like the idea of having such messenger being one of a kind. That is why I need you. Start listening and sit down,” he said, holding the vial at arm’s length

“Or should I show you what would happen otherwise?” he said, bellowing a thick cloud of smoke

“Ne, Reader, are you sure you want to risk it, hmmm?”

They stared at the antidote hanging from his hands, a slip away from falling and, with it all chance of returning their wings to normal

Crocodile looks at them, the smirk and teasing glint in his eyes fading; instead, a serious, stern expression appears in its place.

“If you value those wings of yours at all, you’ll sit down and behave.”

There is a heavy, thick tension in the air as he keeps the antidote just out of their grasp.

“Sit. Down”

They glance desperately at the antidote

“I-I’m the only one of my kind. You destroy that, and you destroy your so-called asset; your deliveries would be canceled or delayed if we’re being hopeful,” they nervously try to reason

Crocodile lets out a chuckle as they talk

“I think you underestimate my influence. I do admire your sense of self-preservation… and the way you just attempted to use it as a bargaining chip, but you have to understand, Reader, what makes you think you are so irreplaceable?” he says as he continues to keep the antidote juts out of their grasp, dangling it in his fingers

“Losing you would delay deliveries, and some bounties and payments would be likely lost, but I would be able to find a replacement, less efficient and slower, but a replacement nonetheless,” he grumbles, lifting one finger of the vial

“Sit… down…”

“Okay! Okay!” They said, slumping down in the chair

“Please, just don’t destroy it; I need my wings back.”

“Finally, a bit of reason…” a slight smirk on his face slowly growing as he sees them comply.

“Now relax; a bit of trust and compliance can take us a long way,” he says taking a seat in his chair once again, staring at the fuming pigeon in front of him

“But this time, you are on a short leash. There will be none of that nonsense again; you are to do as you are told, is that clear, Reader?” he said gingerly, placing the vial on the table next to him, enough to be tauntingly close to them but far enough to be out of their reach

They glance at the vial, not taking their eyes off it as they speak

“Short leash?” They scoff

“You have me on a short leash already, you damn asshole; you gave me a diluted antidote and a time limit to come back.”

“There is a reason for that, little pigeon,” he responds to their scoff, a sadistic grin on his face

“It’s to ensure you come back in a manner that doesn’t involve me ripping your wings off and handing them to you; after all, you could decide to run off as soon as you get your antidote.”

“Besides, it’s only a few hours. Surely an experienced messenger such as yourself is capable of delivering such a simple package in that time frame?”

“You know what im also capable of doing?”

Crocodile’s expression remains unchanged as they continue to talk

“Enlighten me pigeon. What else are you capable of? Do you think you’ll be able to threaten me?”

“Im capable of using that timeframe to fly myself to a navy base; better yet, I could make one final stretch to make it to Marineford, maybe call for a buster call, im sure they will agree, seeing as three former warlords reside in it sending bounties for them”

Crocodile’s smile grows, growing dangerous as the second tick by

He leans back in his chair, taking a long drag from his cigar

“Hm, you are truly unpredictable, and that is very concerning. It seems, that you are going to be a lot more annoying than I already anticipated,” he mutters, letting slip a rather annoyed sigh.

“Try me.”

Crocodile stares at them with a smug, almost mocking grin, his cold eyes looking them up and down.

“Go ahead, go on ahead and try pigeon. I dare you to run off.”

A malicious smirk begins to spread across his face at the thought of them trying to run off

“We both know I’ll just catch up to you in a heartbeat and tear your wings off and string them to my belt before the Marines could even finish blinking.

Do you really not trust me not to have a contingency plan for any attempt to run off? Are you so confident in your ability to outrun me that you would wager your very wings?”

“You can’t be over me 24/7, Crocodile; perhaps I'll just take a detour in one of your deliveries to visit the good ol marines,” they taunt

“Hm, you sure have gained a rather large ego from a minimal amount of independence, Reader; such a shame…” he sighs, shaking his head like a disappointed parent

“You can try to make a detour at the marine base; I’d even welcome it; it gives me more of a reason to teach you your place.” Crocodile’s grimace darkens as he continues

In the blink of an eye, Crocodile had removed the hook and revealed the sharp knife that lay underneath, the blunt weapon now resting in Reader’s neck, tilting up the weapon and forcing them to move along with the knife to avoid getting nicked by the blade

“Or perhaps I should show you another lesson to help with your compliance?”

They glanced down at the knife pointed at them, attempting to back away from it, only to be stopped by a pillar of sand behind them, preventing any escape from the current threat

“There appears to be a slight misunderstanding here, little pigeon…

“You seem to believe you have the ability and the choice to escape? No, no, no, I’m in no mood to let that happen right now. he said as he pressed the sharp blade just a bit harder into their throat, causing a small red drop of blood to fall and roll down to the table

“I’ve entertained this game of yours…, but I fear it has gone on long enough little pigeon.”

“Then give me the antidote, and I’ll be off,” they mutter, wincing at the feeling of the dagger piercing their skin

A look of annoyance, mixed with boredom, fills his eyes as he looks over them

“I do Applaud your attempt, but do you really believe I’d make it that easy for you to gain the item you desire and run away in hopes of never having to serve me again?

Unfortunately, that is simply not how it works, little pigeon; you are a prized possession and asset of mine now. I’m afraid we will have to spend time with this arrangement for a while longer,” he said, grinning once again as he continued leaning closer to Reader as they tried to back away from him, stopped by the pillar of sand

“Truth of the matter is, I don’t trust you, little pigeon. And I don’t plan on letting you get too far off into our game.”

They glare at him, quickly running out of ways to defend their case and obtain their antidote, and both of them were highly aware of who had the winning hand

“Not so eager, are we, little pigeon? What happened to that bravery of yours? That defiance of running away to the Marines.” he smirked

“Let me give you a little tip: sometimes compliance just ends up being the simpler solution to a complex problem… and the easier path is almost always the preferable one,” he said, leaning back against his chair once again, putting their hook back over their dagger the sand pillar behind Reader slowly crumbling to the ground, he swiftly threw a vial and a pack of posters in their direction

They grunted as they easily caught the items

“That’s what I like to see, little pigeon, compliance.” Crocodile’s eyes narrowed once again, the smirk on his face growing wide

“That dilution should be enough to lift the poison for a few hours so that you can deliver those new bounties to the civilians in the neighboring islands.”

They grit their teeth, standing and heading for the door, only to be stopped as Crocodile calls for them once again

“What.” They growl

“Next time you try to pull off something like this again, I will be taking that tongue of yours, so be smart and keep it in your mouth rather than spouting nonsense that will only bring you more punishments.”

They tighten their fists but continue walking, only to once again be stopped by a pillar of sand; they glance back at the perpetrator of their blocked exit

“Am I being Clear?”

“Yes,” they hiss

“Now let me do my job.”

“Seems my ears are failing me. Would you repeat that? Am I being clear?”

“Yes, sir.”

I was thinking of maybe Mihawk appearing on the next part bur idk cause my head is empty so if y’all have any ideas or suggestions on what could happened then maybe I can write another part with mihawk??

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zaynesbeloved · 1 year

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MORE DILF SCARA AND FRAGILE TINY READER PLEASE😭

I'm actually writing a full fic of it so might take awhile (and it's basically just prn lol)

but here, have this crumbs ꒰⑅ᵕ༚ᵕ꒱˖♡ (didn't mean to write that long tbh..)

warning¡ : NSFW CONTENT AHEAD! fingering+squirting with mean scara (dilf!scara x fem!reader)

!MDNI! read at your own risk!

you could say you're pretty small for your age.

many would mistake you as a highschooler because of your petite figure.

when you meet scara for the first time, he also mistake you for young girls when you pick up his wallet and return it to him one morning.

"um, s-sir? you dropped your wallet.." your voice was really quiet that scaramouche almost miss it if it weren't for the tap on his shoulder

"ah, thanks. you should go now or you might be late for school miss." scaramouche says calmly as he took his wallet from the younger girl

"eh..? school?" you tilt your head in confusion, trying to process what he say. when you finally realized what he meant you could feel an irk mark on your forehead as you pout and point at him,

"i-im not a highschooler! my working place is just ahead there.." you mumble angrily, tired of people always mistaking your age because of your figure

and man, scaramouche thought it was cute how you got angry like a child.

in the end, he offer you to have lunch together as apologize for judging your age from your figure.

that's also how he got you under him after a week, a whimpering mess with his fingers scissoring your throbbing cunt and you kept moaning with every thrust of his fingers.

"a-ah! s-scaramouche.. that feels good mhn!" you manage to let out few words in between your moans. scaramouche look so big on top of you and you feel so small under his gaze.

scaramouche chuckle darkly at this before adding another finger into your cunt and start to pump his fingers faster making you moan louder as well

"hm, maybe you should call me daddy instead, what do you think darling?" scara smirk as his sharp gaze was on your eyes. he slow down the movement of his fingers, earning a whine from you.

"n-noo ah-" you cried out when scaramouche stop his movement completely, fingers stay stilled inside your cunt as your hips buck helplessly, trying to get friction from his fingers.

seeing this, scaramouche hold your hips with his other hand, stopping your movements.

"do you perhaps wanna be a bad girl and get punished? don't you wanna be a good girl for daddy?" scaramouche raised an eyebrow. god he was having too much fun with this, he really loves how your cunt clenched on his fingers, he knew you were close that's why, teasing you would be fun.

"i-i'm sorry daddy! 'wanna be good girl for daddy p-please? want daddy to make me cum, please daddy!" you beg to him. he really has you on his mercy, you were close and wanted nothing but just to cum on his fingers so he could finally fuck you with his cock. though you knew just from the bulge on his pants, you could tell that his cock was really big, especially for your body. it might won't fit at all but, you just want him to fuck your brains out.

"I know you can do more sweetie, come on~" there was him, being so mean.. but he knows how to pleasure you so well that you always forgive him for being so mean to you

"p-please daddy? want to cum on your fingers, want you to fuck me stupid daddy!" you finally shout in the end, making scaramouche chuckle,

"that's my good girl." you feel your heartbeat fasten at the nickname as your flutter around his fingers. scaramouche start to thrust his fingers in a inhumane speed. you could only moan and moan at this as your hips quirver from the intense pleasure. you could feel the knot in your stomach was something you're not familiar with. you wanna tell scara but the only things that you could let out was moan which positively getting louder every second.

"you're close right? now be a good girl and cum for daddy." scaramouche whisper into your ear. you immediately came undone with his words as you let out a loud wail, cumming around his fingers. what you both didn't expect was the fact you also squirting around his fingers.

scaramouche laugh out loud when he see how much your squirt wet the bed as he help riding you off. your eyes was teary as your tongue lolled out, drool dripping from your chin. your chest was rising up and down as your hips twitch against his grip. scaramouche pull his fingers out of your cunt and stare at the glistening digits of his before licking it, for you to see.

you only stare at him licking your juices off his fingers in daze and pant as he let his other hand caress your shaking thighs, trying to calm you down from your high.

"that was hot, you really want to be a good girl for me huh.." scaramouche chuckle as he look at your already fucked out face. he pull his pants down, revealing his big cock to you. he then throw his pants somewhere in the room before also pulling his shirt off, you could feel yourself drooling even more at the sight of his hard cock, standing up proud accompany by his toned chest. he guide his cock towards the entrance of your cunt, which was still twitching from your previous orgasm. scaramouche could feel himself laughing internally at the size difference,

"since you've been such a good girl, I'll give you a reward that you definitely deserve."

god, you're so small and fragile compare to him and he may loving it way too much.

#genshin smut #genshin x reader #wanderer #scaramouche x female reader #dear scara<3 #scaramouche smut #scaramouche x reader #female reader

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ijwrite · 11 months

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Female orc x Female reader Part 2

Living with Hakla had been... Let's say an adjustment. You are counting yourself lucky, simply by having survived the first few days of her presence. Even after you had welcomed her into your home, she kept her guard up around you, especially when you were holding Qarak. But you couldn't really blame her. Though she did like the name you gave him. "A name of an old orc hero. Good name. He is Qarak" As she put it. The first morning she awoke in your house, was to Qarak screaming his lungs out. She sprung out of her travelling bedroll, axe ready (which you had the suspicion that she slept with). So now your morning consisted of you trying to calm not just one, but two orcs. You picked up Qarak under Haklas piercing gaze. "Whatsa matter? Why's he cryin?" She growled, ready to blame you. "Hey is just morning grumpy and wants cuddles and attention. Will you hold him for a minute?" She nodded and held out her arms. "It might be a good idea to put the axe down first?" "Ah. Right" She put down the axe and took Qarak from your arms. He slowly stopped sniffling, looking up at Hakla curiously. You turned to make some breakfast. It only took a little while, and soon there were three bowls of stewed fruits steaming on the table. You motioned for Hakla to sit, which she did. She did not put Qarak into his chair, but instead held onto him. You push a large and small bowl over to them, nodding before starting to eat yourself. Out of the corner of your eye, you could see Hakla sniffing the bowls of stew suspiciously, before carefully picking up and licking the spoon you had put in. She deemed it safe and began trying to feed Qarak.

He did not agree with this, and instead decided to avoid the spoon at all costs. You could hear Hakla mumbling in orcish, trying and failing to get him to eat. You put down your own spoon. "Try acting like you're eating it yourself. Then he will know it is safe" You softly told her, receiving a glare in turn. Yet after a few more attempts at feeding him failed, she did indeed almost put the spoon into her mouth, before putting it to his lips again. This time he opened his mouth and started to eat happily. Only after he emptied his bowl did Hakla begin eating. It was all gone before you could blink twice. You handed her a handkerchief before taking the empty bowls to wash them at your indoor pump basin.

Hakla followed you around everywhere the first couple of days, adjusting to your routine of keeping animals and your fields. She was carrying Qarak, which he didn't seem to mind much. You showed her your fields and your animals. She simply followed you around, eyeing everything with suspicion. She paid attention to everything though, and the next morning you had help to take care of your animals.

You never asked Hakla about anything regarding her life before, nor how Qarak ended up here.

You found it wasn't your place. But you did wonder. Hakla seemed very insecure when taking care of Qarak, always having to rely on your advice, though she did it reluctantly. She obviously loved him, but she seemed like a fish out of water whenever she had to take care of him. It didn't bug you though, you just went about your day, content and even happy with the company. It did seem to bother Hakla though. "Why are you so good with 'im?" She asked one evening, as you were sitting on the floor, playing with Qarak. "Hm. Well, you just have to make sure that he is comfortable. He is a little person, so he needs what other people will need, just with a bit more assistance I guess" You shrugged as you tickled his stomach, eliciting a gleeful screech. Hakla sighed deeply, and you felt the little interaction was over. She still did not trust you enough to get too vulnerable around you, but you didn't mind. Things take their time, after all. One day though, you had been caught in a sudden downpour, but couldn't run for shelter immediately, since you had to make sure none of the animals or iron tools had been left out. You came back inside absolutely soaked to the bone, and it had apparently been enough to get you sick. You woke up the day after with a hammering headache, chills, and a stuffed nose. You damned the weather for a few moments, before sitting up to get out of bed. You regretted this, since your world immediately went spinning. Then, without a warning, you sneezed. And it was loud. Both Qarak and Hakla jumped awake, looking over at you. At least the axe was not out yet. "Sorry, did gnot mean to wake nyou" you sniffled and stood up. You felt Haklas eyes scrutinising you from behind before she decided to say something. "Yer sick. Go sleep again" "Cang't. Got to check the angimals, the fields angd the bees" You sounded and felt horrible, but you could not just neglect your duties. Hakla snorted. "I'll do it. Sleep" You spun around, looking at her with an eyebrow raised.

"You sure?"

"Ye" You really would like to just sleep this sickness away, and if Hakla believed she could take over for a day, then you had to trust her. Trust is mutual, after all. So you nodded and staggered back to your bed, sighing in bliss as you lay your sore head onto your pillow. It did not take long for you to fall asleep. When you woke up again, it was to Qarak booping your nose. In your delirious state, you couldn't even tell what time it was. As you lifted your head, you felt something slide from your forehead onto your pillow. A green blur filled your vision, picking up a smaller blob and carrying it away before picking up whatever fell from you face and put it back again. "Lay still. Your fever is worse" A deep voice told you, and you obeyed. The thing they put on your head felt nice and cool, staving of the headache if just for a little bit. You lifted your arm to feel what it was, but accidently smacked it against the arm of what you by now had finally realised was Hakla. You immediately became alert as you heard a small grunt of pain from her. "You're hurt?" You asked and sat slightly up. "The bees do not like me" Came the short answer. You should have known. "Qarak?" You felt for the small bumps of beestings, feeling not many, but large ones. "Didn't bring him close to the damn things" This made you smile. "See? You are a good mother. Now lemme just..." You sat up, not seeing Hakla's conflicted, yet happy expression. Staggering over to your pantry, you pulled out a clove of garlic.

"What... Are you doing?" She asked as you opened the garlic and pulled out a small knife. "Hushhhh" You said, still woozy from the sickness. Under Hakla's watchful eyes, you cut open a piece of the garlic and started pressing it against some of the beestings. When that was done, you pressed a little kiss to her arm and laid down again before catching glimpse of her bewilderment. In your sleep, you felt the cool rag be put back onto your face.

Yes, living with Hakla was an adjustment. But it might be an adjustment to something better.

#fem reader #female monster #female monster x female reader #monster fic #orc x reader #female orc

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