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tsirxyawntu · 1 year

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✰𝚂𝚝𝚎𝚙𝚍𝚊𝚍!𝙹𝚊𝚔𝚎 𝚂𝚞𝚕𝚕𝚢 ✰

Warnings: stepcest, slapping, spanking, p in v, rough sex, overstimulation, gagging, kinda dumbification, creampie, fingering, jake making reader talk to someone whilst being fucked, unprotected sex, oral (f receiving), dirty talk, tail pulling

《JAKE SULLY X FEM! READER》

It was eclipse when Jake first entered your marui just opposite from his and your mother's. Both of you knew it was wrong but couldn't seem to stay away from each other which is how you ended up here.

"Come on kitten you've gotta be quieter for me." Jake's calloused hands pinned your thighs to either side of you, rough fingertips digging into the plush of your thighs. His hips rutting into you slowly, grinding on your swollen clit. Your skin was glowing with sweat, your eyes teary and lips parted as you panted, you could see Jake's pupils dilate as he took in your form, adoration shining in his eyes. "Can't have your mum coming in here can we?" Your head shook from side to side faintly, a whimper eliciting from your throat. "Words baby. Use your words." He lifted his head to look into your tear filled eyes, one of his hands making its way up to your jaw, gripping it firmly to make your eyes stay locked on his.

"N-no sir~" Your words came out as a strained out whisper but it was enough for him.

He dropped his head back into your neck and returned his hand to your thighs. His warm breath tickling your neck as he leaned over your frame, his body seeming even larger than usual as he was looming over you, his chest blocking your view of everything else.

He wanted you to see only him, breathe only his air, feel only his body, be pleasured by only him.

His fangs grazed over the flesh of the area between your neck and shoulder, sweat rolling off of him onto you. you started rolling your hips as best as you could, the feeling of emptiness burning your insides. You tried to release your legs from his hold to wrap them around his waist and press him into you but his grip was firm, his fingernails leaving indents in your thighs. "I told you to use your words, didn't I?" Jake's voice came out strained, in all honesty he wanted nothing more than to give you what you wanted and turn you into a blabbering mess. But he wanted you to earn it.

To beg for it.

"Please...Please. Want you to go faster...need more~"

"I'm deep inside you and you still want more you greedy slut. You're pathetic." He spat his words with venom laced in them, condescending you. "It's okay I'll give you what you want." He shifted his body upwards and pulled out of you, pulling a whine from your throat, his thumb grazing your cheek reassuringly. "Patience kitten," His hands pinned your hips to the mat below you to stop your squirming but you still didn't keep still. His hand came down like lightning on your cunt, sending a jolt of pain up your body. "You're being a brat today baby. Don't forget that I can just leave you here."

"No no i'm sorry i won't. plea-se" You're voice cracked as you spoke, a wave of fear washing over you as the thought of him leaving you unfulfilled, unable to satisfy your own needs anymore.

He bent down to your face, his hands pushing your thighs to your chest. A warm feeling appeared on your face before you realised he was lapping up your tears with his tongue. "You ready?"

"Yes, Yes sir" A whimper came out of your throat, your head nodding eagerly whilst your eyes focused in on Jake's. It was then that you realised how dilated his pupils were, the golden almost gone.

Jake straightened his posture, his calloused hands pinned your thighs to your chest, rough fingertips digging into the plush of your thighs. He moved one hand to position his cock at your entrance, his tip sliding up and down your slit to gather up your slick. His tip pushed in to your walls, the rest of his cock bullying its way into your walls, carving space for it to find home. He stopped at the hilt, his balls resting against you as his hair pressed on your clit. The wind was knocked out of you as he settled all of him inside you, feeling as if he was in your stomach.

Suddenly his grip on your thighs tightened and he adjusted his position, "You asked for this princess." His hips rutted into you fast and hard, happy to finally get the release he wanted. A chain of moans erupted from your throat before you remembered that you had to keep quiet. Your hand flew up to your mouth, muffling your sounds as Jake's cock massaged your walls ruthlessly. He changed the angle of his hips and hit your g-spot, your mouth releasing a loud moan as you hand flew to his on your legs. A throaty laugh erupted from him, "Found it."

Jake made it his mission to push you to your limits, his mushroom head abusing the spongey spot inside of you. He picked up his loincloth from beside him and tied it around your head as a gag, helping you to keep quiet, a bitter but salty taste evident on your tongue.

You lost count of how long Jake had you cumming for him, the loincloth between your lips now soaked with drool. You were on your knees, ass up and face down on the mat, Jake abusing your pussy with his thrust, his head banging into your cervix with every move, trying to drill its way through.

"What's wrong princess? You wanted this didn't you?" You felt his locs on your back as his teeth grazed over your ear, one of his hands caressing your jaw, wiping away your tears with his thumb as the other held him up as to not crush you beneath him. He took out the gag as to let you talk, if you could even muster up any words in that scrambled brain of yours.

"T-too much" You sobbed out as Jake sat back up moving the gag back into it's place, landing a stinging slap to your ass, watching it turn to a pinkish colour.

"You can take it I know you can. I'm so close baby. Just a bit more."

Both of his hands returned to your hips, pulling you back on him, his tip piercing its way through your cervix. A scream erupted from you as you tried to get away, hands digging in the ground to help crawl away. You had a second of relief before you felt a hand wrap your tails around their knuckles, dragging you back onto him. "Where do you think you're going?" His words came out as a snarl, annoyed you were running away.

You could hear footsteps leading to your marui, a shock of fear but also thrill overcoming you. "______, I'm going hunting now okay, I think Jake's already left to train." Jake stilled his hips, removing the loincloth completely from your mouth. "Answer her." He whispered in a hushed tone whilst grinding his hips into yours, his hand moved from your tail to wrap around your neck and bring your back to his chest, his fingers making fast swipes across your clit, sending jolts of shock through your body.

"Ye-yeah alright." Your words came out breathy but loud enough for your mum to hear. You looked to the light sliding through the bottom of your door to see her shadow disappearing. Jake's hips rutted into you again, his pace harsher than before, now that she was gone you could be as loud as you want.

"It's alright kitten, you can make as much noise as you want now. Doin' so good fr' me. Could never get tired of this pussy." Jake's lips pulled into a snarl, his face contorting with pleasure to match yours. "Such a pretty girl. A good girl. My good girl. Always doin' what I ask. 'm nearly there don't worry baby, nearly there." His pace started to falter as he laid kisses to your neck, his hand on your throat moving down to pinch your nipple harshly and tug at it. His hips stilled for a split second and he released inside your womb and you came gushing around him, white overcoming your vision, his hips moving gently in circles to help ride out both yours and his orgasm.

He let go of you and you dropped to the mat below you, the energy sucked from you. He flipped you around and pulled apart your legs to see his cum seeping out of your gaping hole.

You felt two fingers sweep up the leaked out cum and stuff it back inside you, eliciting a whine from you. "mm- gotta make sure it all stays in you baby. yeah?" A pathetic attempt at a hum came from you, causing Jake to chuckle at your state. You jolted from your position when you felt a tongue on your clit, looking down to see Jake's eyes locked in on you. He pushed your hips back down and continued with his actions, your hands pulling at his locs to try to get him to stop. He grabbed both of your hands with one of his, his hands engulfing yours, "You know the word baby, say it if you want." He detached from you to kiss at your swollen lips, waiting for your response. "''m okay. just go slowly." You words came out shaky as he kissed down your necks, to your chest then shifted to kiss from your ankles to your thighs. "Whatever you want princess."

He went back to your weeping pussy, his warm breath fanning over it, one hand caressing your slit gently and the other holding your hands on your stomach.

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a-certain-romance · 1 year

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sharing more housewife reader and making people happy fr

this time we got ladies w dicks to make it more intesting

dehya loves her house wife after awhile of being a merc and not being able to see her housewife and catching her ass in the kitchen she just has to bend you over and pull you head a bit while her dick is deep in you doggy style

then we have candace who would be falling inlove with the scent you bring to her house and cooking and cleaning whenever the villiage needed to be proctected just makes her want to 69 with you just so you cna enjoy her dick while also being pleasured at the same time<3

beidou and house wife reader mean that their gonna be dealing with their drunk wife(beidou) 24/7 beidou apperciaite whenever you take care of her while shes drunk and she loves her hard working wife so hard she hates the fact shes been ignoringnyou for drinks so in the small wave riders she fucks you deep and content letting you cock warm her and move your hips against her to just sob and beg her to just doggy style you instead of driving the boat but you arent lifting a finger till your at the island shes gonna fuck you at

jean and lisa w house wife reader is magical like lisa is very teasing and makes you moan every single time she slowly gropes you however for jean you can lay on her lap for hours being cormftable on her thigh without her knowing sometimes (but she does notice and kinda finds it cute) whenever yohr truly all in the mood lisa is on anal while jean just rubs infront of you so you can slowly suck on her sadly jean is a bit rough she doesnt it mean it tho!!:(( lisa always cormforts her by giving you or a her soft kiss and kissing your tears away whenever jean pounds you they can be so rough sometimes

ngl next is teacher reader and a kid falls inlove w them so jealous jealous jealous!!

A/N: I. Love. Long. Asks. Housewife anon ily & u read my mind I was just about to say u need a name atp! This is the most tags I’ve ever used on a fic haha. Also my tumblr is acting weird and I can’t see the words I pasted so pink font here we go.

Warnings: Smut written by a minor, anal (Deyha)(Beidou)(Lisa), Hair pulling (Deyha), 69 position (Candace), Oral R giving (Candace)(Jean), Confined spaces (Beidou), Creampie (Beidou), Cockwarming (Beidou), Plug w/ cock (Beidou), Spanking (Lisa), Pet names (Lisa:Kitten), crying (Jean), fluff (all)

Link to Pt1, Pt2, & Pt4

- The thing about Deyha is that she’s big

- Rather than shoving it as far as she can she eases into you slowly. And when her front meets your ass she’ll start playing with your clit to pass the time as you get used to the size.

- When she starts to thrust she’ll make you take her cock all the way to the hilt, back to the tip and all the way in again. Every time she moves it touches your inner walls in all the right places.

- Although she starts out gentle she will slowly begin to lose it. It’s been so long since she’s had your sweet cunt wrapped so tightly around her. She just can’t catch a break with being a merc and a bodyguard, so in this moment she just need to fuck your hard

- As your tongue rolls out of your mouth and drool starts to pool down to the marble countertops. She’ll stick 2 fingers down your throat and chide you for making such a mess so as she pounds away.

- You were a spice trader before you settled down in Arue village with Candace.

- Every time you came into her home you smelled like a blend of cinnamon and calla lillies. And now she gets to wake up to that scent every day.

- Your knowledge of spices leads you to always cook the most delicious meals and bake the most flavorful delicacies. Your reputation has made its way across your travels and Candace couldn’t feel any more lucky.

- On the days that a heavy sandstorm hits, you toil away in the kitchen baking batches upon batches of sweets to feed the entire village. You learned quicker that your dishes create a calming affect and it helps those with anxiety over the monsters in the sand.

- She’ll catch you handing them out after the sandstorm dies down and helps hand out the rest. Once everyone’s had their share you pack up the leftovers as Candace showers. Most times when Candace is out fighting for her village you welcome her back with soft sex. Everyone looks up to her for protection, and there’s so much on the line when she ventures out, not fully knowing if she’ll come back in one piece. Having you in her arms makes her believe she can withstand anything that comes her way.

- She’s so worked up this time around. She wastes no time in practically dragging you to the bed. She doesn’t know if she should pleasure you first or the other way around.

- So of course the only option was to set your pussy down on her face as you drop your mouth down to the base of her cock. Candace loves the feeling of your weight on her. It doesn’t matter if you feel you’re crushing her, your closeness is a reminder that you’re safe and sound, and going through all the scars and sandstorms are worth it if it means she gets to protect you.

- You finally let her cock enter your mouth, your thumb running up and down the length of the shaft and occasionally gripping it. At the same time Candace rolls her tongue into you further, and in seconds your cum starts to drip down her face.

- You pull your mouth out when her cock starts to twitch and you know her climax is coming. Ropes of her cum shoot out and paint your face, neck and breasts white

- Beidou drives the waverider far out onto the water but stops halfway to the island.

- You’re confused at first, why would she stop the boat in the middle of the water? She hops out from the drivers seat and pulls you down, now knowing that the reason she stopped was so she can fuck you without any distractions.

- Being in a such a small waverider gives her no other choice but to fuck well and deep, your panting even starts to fog up the windows with how rough she’s being. She doesn’t stop until her hot, thick cum is gushing out of you and dripping down your thighs.

- And she still feels so guilty for choosing drinks over you, so she keeps her dick plugged into you and has you cockwarm her until you reach the island. She just wants to be closer to you for as long as your here with her. Neither of you are fully satisfied, but she doesn’t let you ride her, not yet at least. Beidou knows she’s being a bit rough this time so she’s intent on focusing all her attention on you.

- When you get to the island she abruptly pulls out and guides you (and your wobbly legs) to a nice picnic laid out on the beach, blankets and baskets and everything. And there isn’t even any alcohol, only a sweet Sunsettia and Lavender Melon juice blend that she promises is worth dying for.

- Despite your pleas, she avoids anymore sexual contact until you’ve had your fair share of food and drink. Conversations with her flow freely, but you can just ignore the want between your legs.

- After you both packed up the remaining leftovers, she’ll shove you to lay down with your knees under your stomach, roll down your pants, and take you from behind. “This is what you wanted wasn’t it?” She grunts out, “You were just begging for me to ram my cock into you doggy style barely an hour ago”

- You should get rewarded like this more often

- Lisa’s groping you anywhere, and that doesn’t stop at just your body. No no no Lisa will take any chance to tease you whether that’s behind closed doors or against the Library stacks. It’s all worth it for the small noises you make, like you’re just a tiny little kitten under her.

- When she gets behind you she traces the curve of your ass before delivering spank after spank to hear your cries. Lisa might not admit it often, but hearing you beg really gets her going. There’s just something about your voice that makes her want to hear you reach your limits.

- Jean loves having you around! She’ll take up any chance that has you by her side, doesn’t matter when or where. She’ll tell you you’re cute plenty of times but she wholeheartedly believes that words can’t encompass how she feels about you.

- Jean’s sorry about being too rough with you, she really doesn’t mean it! It’s just that when she looks down on you and sees those needy, teary eyes obediently sucking on her length she can’t help but shove the rest of her cock farther down your throat. You always feel so filled and so content with the both of them.

- But let’s be honest, despite how rough they can be, aftercare with them is heaven. Lisa holds you in her arms while Jean draws a bath. When you all get in the tub Jean massages shampoo in your hair while Lisa sensually washes your body, not ever missing a single patch of skin.

- Lisa is always the he first to get out. Jean kisses every inch of your skin that she can reach as she wipes the suds off your body. When you and Jean finish drying off Lisa has prepared a tray with tea and scones for all of you to enjoy

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sinning-23 · 6 months

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Blowing Bubbles Blowing ZAZA

OPLA headcannons whre y/n for some reason has an ungodly amout of ouid stashed...but always offers because sharing is caring.

Warnings: uhhh some oiud, mentions of slightly nsfw topics, uhhhh yeah thats about it.

Zoro

-Ok so.....he knows that smell, but why the hell was it coming from your room.

-He doesn't knock, just kinda cracks the door open, and there you are eyes wide like you'd been caught (technically you have) but that didn't matter.

-What DID matter was that you were smoking two blunts at once and took one out of your mouth to offer him.

-He hesitates only for a second but accepts it, closing the door behind him.

-HOT BOX HOT BOX HOT BOX

-I mean this mfs eyes are bloodshot with a satiisfies smile on his face.

-"Where did you even get this?' His voice seems slightly deeper now.

-"Stole it. Good shit tho." You sigh, the two of you laid out, staring up at the ceiling that seems to be warping before your very eyes.

-There's a silence but it's comfortable...until it's not, Zoro cutting through it

-'Do you think god stays in heaven cause he's scared of his creation?"

Sanji

-You already tried to convince him this was better than any cancer stick he's put in his body but he's not one to dabble in that.

-"You can make it butter. Infuse it. Boom edibles." you suggest, passing him the ziplock back with a wiggle of your eyebrows.

-"C'mon chef boyardee, hook it up?"

-Ok so it was far more tempting than he thought and damn did he get carried away fast. Like...way too fast.

-THIS MF COOK A FULL MEAL...ALL OF IT INFUSED. Ohhh you're all fucked up. I mean REALLLY fucked up

-Zoro is knocked out, sleeping in the most uncomfortable position. I mean he's folded like a goddamn omelet with the hilt of his sword acting as a pillow.

-Luffys got his arms stretched out in one big puddle trying to untangle them

-Nami is doing circles around the ship looking at her compass needle, trying to figure out why 'Weast" isn't labeled

-And the two of you giggle away, opening and closing the fridge to try and catch the light go off and on inside.

-It's a gawd damn mess and technically your fault for giving THE CHEF A BAG OF WEED TO USE IRRESPONSIBLY

Luffy

-He found it completely by accident and thought it was food.

-ATE THE NUG. HE. ATE. IT.

-"Well, I don't know why you keep a bag of lettuce in your room, but I was hungry so I ate it. I think it's gone bad by the way. so... you're welcome!"

-You freeze, turning got him in a way that's damn near comical.

-"YOU WHAT?!"

-Oooooh hes fucked up, it takes less than an hour for it to kick in and the whole time he's a mess of tangles, stretched-out libs, asking questions that make no sense to anyone but him.

-"If I like.....stretch my stomach can I eat more than usual or...would I have to stay stretched like that until it's digested?"

-Starts to panic just a pinch because he said his 'hands don't match'

-Que him flipping his hands back and forth for the next hour

Nami

-Only smoked because you offered...and because she hasn't in a while

-Surprizingly knows some cool tricks.

-Opts to take her rolling tray out of its hiding place. Hooray for a new smoke buddy!

-She's actually really calm and relaxed when she smokes. can hold a normal conversation, she just seems a bit sleepy.

-Already prepared with food from the kitchen cause she knows she gets the munchies and already had an incident where she tried to cook while high anddd it backfired.

-Is also very creative. She keeps a sketchbook with pages of mandalas she drew under the influence. Unfortunately, it's only a talent she possesses when high as a kite.

Usopp

-Scam or not the lady at the booth said it was a very nice vase for a unique kind of flower. The plan was to gift it to you with said flower but uhhh... he couldn't find it. That is until you spotted it in his room.

-"Yooo I didn't know you dabble uUo! I would've shared my stash sooner!"

-Whatchu talking bout Willis?

-"What? No no, the lady said this was a vase for a special kind of flower and- Ohhhhh."

-He pauses, giving a nod and clearing his throat.

-Did you just teach Usopp what a bong is and how to use it???

-He gets terrible munchies after and can't decide whether he wants something out the kitchen or to simply eat you up because you already a snack (oop girl hold on-)

-If hes not horned up he's paranoid. No inbetween. literally like, "They're in the walls!" paranoid or "I'm in your walls" just nastyyy

Shanks

-Ouid you say? Zaza? The devil's lettuce? Oh, he will be partaking.

-Will fuck up the rotation. Not on purpose tho, it's just been a while since he'd done this.

-Was kinda a pothead in his youth. These days the closest he can get is a CBD ointment he uses for soreness in his back and shoulders.

-So when he catches you with quite literally the FATTEST joint he has ever seen in his life he can't help but join in.

-"There's no way you're smoking that by yourself." He chuckles, sitting crisscross beside you as you begin to pass t back and forth

-Please don't try to outsmoke him. You will lose and green out way before he does sweetie.

-Shotgunning, that's all I have to say.

-He gets kinda freakayyyy when he's high, so just expect wandering hands and some deep, passionate kisses.

Buggy

-Oh you stole it from someone and he stole it for you because wtf? You're supposed to offer your Captain the shit you steal that totally a rule.

-You don't say anything when the bag goes missing but you do smell your precious green coming from your Captain's quarters.

-You knock, hearing a light cough, and then 'come in"

-THIS MF IS SMOKING ALL YOUR SHIT.!THE SHIT YOU WORKED HARD TO STEAL!

-"So you were gonna keep this little gem a secret from me? I'd laugh in your face right now but I feel like I'm gonna cough up a lung" He strains, very obviously holding back a series of coughs.

-He doesn't seem upset and passes the joint to you with a welcoming smile.

-Who tf else did you think Shanks would smoke with back in the day?

-For once he's not talkative, just enjoying the feeling of complete relaxation. It's like he turns his brain off for a moment. he needs it honestly.

-Is literally the BEST at rolling. Like every time it's a perfect, photo-worthy blunt.

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elusivecagedmockingbird · 4 months

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Be My Mistake

[ jhope x reader] [1.4k smut—warnings: he calls her a bitch once, wrote it as I thought of it and NOT proofread] A second part of Now That We Don't Talk, but can be read as a standalone. This was loosely based on The 1975's Be My Mistake, but by the end I kinda lost the plot.

So don't wait outside my hotel room Just wait 'til I give you a sign 'Cause I get lonesome sometimes

You know you’re using him.

Your current setup, albeit there was an unspoken understanding that this was just a rebound thing for you, it still shouldn’t have gone past hooking up when one or the other wanted to fuck.

A rebound-slash-casual-hook-up shouldn’t have driven an hour to get you your go-to pastry. All you did was mention how you’d probably easily get through the day if you had cream cheese Danish, but because of your packed schedule for the day, you couldn’t squeeze in a quick drive to the bakery.

Hoseok has one of the sexiest voice on the phone, you think. "I didn't know if you preferred Strawberry or Blueberry, so I just got you both."

"You didn't have to." You bite your nails. You know it's a nasty habit and you thought you stopped but Hoseok acting this way has your nerves on edge for some reason that you resorted to chipping at your nails again.

He shouldn't even be here in the first place.

Fuck, what if the paparazzi sees him? On one hand, you want them to snap a photo of Hoseok visiting you on set to get a reaction from Seokjin. Would he be jealous? Or does he no longer care?

Wait. YOU shouldn't care. But you still take a minute to weigh in the pros and cons. Pulling you back to Earth, you hear Hoseok speak again, "I can leave them to your PA or to the security outside the building. I know it's...not you know," he's rambling, "Uh, I just wanted to let you know that you've got food coming your way."

Fuck it.

"No...wait," you already know you're going to regret this, "come up." This is what he does to you. He wins you over by the little things and you're too vulnerable to resist. "The security should let you through. Just give me a minute, I gotta let them know."

If you could hear smiles, you'd go deaf at how loud Hoseok beamed.

"I’m in room 1102."

“Fuck Hoseok,” you moan on top of him.

Unsure how to reciprocate his efforts, you thank him in a way you know works best.

Also, what better says 'my heart fluttered at the thought that you remembered my favorite pastry and drove to the other side of the city and back to get me these' without sounding like a confession of affection, than riding him.

The last time you received something that deserved a quick fuck while at work was when Seokjin popped in for a visit to your set after his three-month stay overseas for a film promotion. Months of teasing and thirsting over his photos published on the news, you couldn't keep your hands to yourself when you found him sat inside your hotel room. Plus, you'd like to think he felt the same based on how he made a mess of you twice on his fingers before fucking you with his cock.

“That’s it, baby," Hoseok coaxes you out of your reverie, “ride my dick like the cock-starved bitch you are.”

Willing your mind away from your ex, you push and bounce harder on his cock. And while Hoseok thinks there's no better view than your tits in his face, he missed you too much too soon. He was actually surprised you let him visit you on set and for that he wanted to show you how much it excited him to see you.

The leftover pastries forgotten, Hoseok carries you and sits your ass to the edge of the bed. “Baby, harder,” you whine and Hoseok pulls out until his tip is left inside you then slams himself to the hilt. The intensity getting harder with each thrust. Wet smacks and synced moans reverberates inside your room and for once, you’re glad you were left alone.

You stick your body closer to his, the heat between you two doubling. Hooking your arm and capturing his lips with your own, your tongue takes charge of exploring his mouth as his hands roam around your hips.

"Feel's good, baby," he struggles between grunts and moans. Hands now moving to cup your tits, thumbs toying with your nipples.

Pulling away from his lips for air, you let him know you’re close. “Cum inside me, Hobi.” At this his hips stutter and your eyes meet his stunned ones. “I’m on the pill,” you assure him, your fingers smooth over his back until it reaches his ass and you push him deeper into you.

He groans as he slips out his cock to take off the condom then slams back into you. Your breath falters as your orgasm continues to creep in. Feeling your cunt pulsating, Hoseok slips his hand and uses his fingers to rub your clit, and at this, you come undone first.

You could only whimper at how sore you've already gotten and Hoseok continues to thrust erratically, “Fuck, I’m almost there, baby." He takes your hand and tangles them in his hair, you get what he wants. Body shaking from his thrusts, you pull on his hair exposing his neck and you claim him—lips working on leaving your mark and you never stop even after he cums.

You know you're hurting him.

Come pick me up pls, your text reads.

Fifteen minutes later, Hoseok’s guiding you inside his car, all while making sure no paps are around.

You’ve berated him before when you both made headline, the tabloids dubbing him as your new man. Thankfully, your PR team and his were able to twist the narrative.

“I don’t see the big deal, Y/N,” Hoseok reasoned then, "Would this be so bad? And you know the more we try to do something about it, the more they'll dig around."

“I just don’t want people to misunderstand.”

“And by people, you mean Seokjin?"

A minute passes. Eyes evading his, because you knew. You knew he was waiting for you to assure him that it wasn’t about Seokjin. You sigh but Hoseok was the one left defeated.

Fuck, he thinks it hurts less if you say you just didn’t want to be linked to him than silently admit you were still worried about your ex.

Hoseok thinks he only has himself to blame. He knew you were using him to get a reaction from Seokjin and that you wanted your ex to know that if he wanted to get back together, it was still possible. But even if that stings him, he finds comfort in the nightly rendezvous you share. Stupidly thinks that you finally allowing him to visit you at work is progress; that he's getting through to you and it's a chance for him to show his long-held adoration for you.

Now he knows he's wrong.

"If you wanted to drink you should have just called me earlier. You're crashing at my place again anyway," he sighs, "I could've saved a trip."

You scoff, "Relax. I'll venmo you gas money."

"Not what I meant, Y/N," Hoseok's eyes now darting between you and the red light, your slumped state worries him. "I can't keep picking you up either. I had plans with my friends tonight." With Hoseok admonishing you, you're growing infuriated by the second.

If you were a bit sober, you would know that this anger you feel is misplaced. Yes, you're annoyed that he's scolding you like a child, but more than that you're already on the edge tonight from seeing Seokjin with someone else. From then, you were a ticking timebomb and Hoseok just happens to be around when you're finally blowing up.

"Don't worry, Seok. Tomorrow I'll call my other fuck buddy to pick me up," you hiccup. "You were just the first one who picked up so here I am, I thought you'd be glad actually. I'll put out," you tease, attempting to find humor in the situation.

But Hoseok finds none of this amusing or arousing. He's still stuck on your 'other' fuck buddy. Sure, it's not like you guys are exclusive, but he also had no reason to think you're fucking other guys.

Were you really? Was he just another guy to you?

He parks but he can't seem to move. He sees your phone fall from your lap as you get off the car, the sound of something cracking and he thinks that what he heard was actually the sound of his heart breaking.

#jung hoseok #jhope smut #jhope x reader #jhope x y/n #bts fic #bts smut #jhope #jin x reader #jin x y/n

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whumpflash · 1 year

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Never: Left

cw: hand whump, gore, brief emeto mention, this one gets kinda graphic so be warned :)

"Pick a hand."

James eyed his captor, sullen and silent. For two days, he'd been a prisoner in the brig of his own ship. No food, no water, no idea if the men still loyal to him were even alive. Kept chained to the wall, bound in a bent position by rough rope.

His body ached, his head was pounding, his mouth felt swollen, and here was Peter, first mate turned mutineer, giving him stupid orders.

"Pick a hand," Peter said again, sounding annoyed.

"Why?" James spat out, his voice rasping. "Why should I do anything you ask of me?"

Peter clicked his tongue. "Well now, you don't sound like someone who wants a drink of water."

James scowled. So this was how it was going to be. He'd have to play Peter's games, cave into his demands, just for the pleasure of keeping himself alive. Fine. His life was worth more to him than his pride.

"Left," he said, and Peter's face broke into a smile.

"There we go!" he said, producing a small flask from his hip and unscrewing the lid. He pressed it to James' lips, and he drank, unable to grasp it himself with his hands tied behind his back. It was taken away too soon.

"Now, you said your left hand?" Peter asked, moving behind him. James tensed as his former first mate cut the hand in question loose in such a way that the other was still tied firmly in place. Traitor or not, Peter was skilled with rope tricks. He gripped his wrist tightly, and James winced as his arm was straightened for the first time in days.

Even with one hand freed, the rest of his body was practically immobilized. Trying to fight back at this point would yield only failure. His best hope was to entertain Peter's wishes until the traitor let his guard down.

"Left hand, left hand. Good choice," Peter said, tracing a finger along James' palm. "Now, will you let me cut it off?"

James clenched his jaw. Even though he'd suspected this was the way things were headed, hearing the words spoken out loud sent a shock through him. "What?"

"I want to cut off your hand," Peter said. "But only if you tell me to. Will you?"

What kind of game was he playing now? "No. Why would I?"

"Okay!" Peter said brightly, releasing his arm. James watched him stride out of the room, flexing his fingers. Was that it? Was Peter just trying to mess with his head?

He took a shaky breath as the other man returned a few moments later, carrying what looked like a small anvil.

Of course not. Peter's games were never so simple.

The anvil was placed a few feet to James' left, and he felt a shudder run through him when he saw the metal cuff welded to the top. He was too weak to pull away when Peter grabbed his hand, and could do nothing as he was dragged from the wall, body stretched as far as his restraints allowed, left wrist locked into the anvil.

"I'm going to ask again," Peter said. "Can I cut off your hand?"

James' heart was pounding in his ears, worsening his headache. Should he just say yes? Get whatever Peter had in store over with? Or would he really be spared if he denied the request? He squeezed his eyes shut, thinking of climbing the rigging, steering the ship, engaging in battle. All things better served with two hands intact.

"No," he said at last.

"Okay then," Peter said cheerfully, drawing a small knife. Its edge was polished, razor-sharp. James felt his blood run cold as Peter brought it down to trace the outline of his hand.

"That means I get to convince you."

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Peter started with the ring finger. One long deep cut along the inside of it, a few more around the circumference, and he was able to set to work on removing the skin.

No amount of screaming, begging, or threatening would stop him, James found that out within a few minutes. He'd tried to clench his hand into a fist, but Peter struck him against the knuckles with the hilt of the knife and threatened to take an eye if he made this difficult, so he'd given up on that and took to screaming instead.

"Cut it off, cut it off!" he'd screamed as the finger was reduced to bone and muscle, and then not even that as Peter began to slice away at the tendons.

Peter had responded in a calm, friendly voice as he dug the point into the first joint, began to pry it away,

"It's too late for that. You can only tell me to cut it off when I ask you if you're ready for it to be cut off."

So James could only wail helplessly, straining against the bindings that held him in place until his skin burned and bled wherever the rope touched it. He'd be sick if his stomach had anything to give up.

Peter hummed as he carried on, removing more and more of the finger until it was down to the knuckle. He paused then, looking at the bloody space thoughtfully, and for a moment, James dared to hope he was done.

But then Peter jammed the point of the knife into the wound, and James' vision went white with pain. For a blissful few seconds, he knew nothing, felt nothing. But when the world came back to him, Peter was holding his thumb.

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He didn't know how long it took as the process was repeated, the slow filleting of each finger, the piece-by-piece removal of bone. James' consciousness felt like it had melted into the pain, each new excruciating stroke indistinguishable from the next as he faded in and out of consciousness, barely able to do more than whimper as his body shook and his hand was taken from him one cut at a time.

Eventually, he opened his eyes to see everything gone, the remains of his hand sitting amid discarded flesh and gore. Peter was carving the skin off his palm, still humming a carefree tune. James let out a sound that was something between a sob and an animalistic whine, and Peter's gaze flicked down.

"Ah, you're awake!" he lifted the knife, twirling it between two fingers. "Now I hope you remember the rules, because it's your turn again."

James couldn't speak, couldn't even nod. It had to be over. He couldn't take any more of this slow slicing. It had to be over.

"I think you know what I'm going to ask you," Peter continued.

James only stared up at him. His vision was swimming. He had to stay conscious long enough. He had to be able to say the word, just one word.

"Can I cut off your hand?"

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next part

#so yeah here's this #another very fun thing to write #i really enjoyed myself #might do more tbh im a sucker for piratey/seaside whump #though i have other projects to work on #whump #whump writing #whumpflash #captive #tw torture #captain hook #villain whump #pirate whump #hand whump #tw graphic #defiant whumpee #begging #this is a peter pan fanfic btw lmao #never/never

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myarlert · 2 years

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𝐇𝐎𝐖 𝐇𝐄 𝐖𝐎𝐔𝐋𝐃 𝐖𝐎𝐑𝐒𝐇𝐈𝐏 𝐘𝐎𝐔

# .01 — multi fandoms : aot [eren, armin.] genshin impact [kaeya, thoma.] jjk [sukuna.] x fem!reader

# .02 — cw : smut, v. penetration. praise, oral [f. receiving + m. receiving.] [monsterfucking due to double cocked up sukuna, skip if you don’t like it.]

# .03 — it’s been a while 😮‍💨 kinda also how passionate they are <3

minors do not interact + RBS ARE APPRECIATED !

𝐄𝐑𝐄𝐍

— uses his hands a lot, drifts then down your sides to lightly tickle them, pressing his lips all over you.

he would be so full of praise when he’s on his knees for you. ‘will never get over how much you drive me crazy.’ he loves to give you tons of kisses. he loves when you’re beneath him, cock buried nearly to the hilt, seeing the gleam in your eyes as he delivers slow, deep, punctuated thrusts. how his eyes love to drape down your body, watching your chest rise and fall with quick and short pants, how your cunt squeezes him so tight every time you let out a soft moan. he especially loves it when he can make you finish form literally the bare minimum.

𝐀𝐑𝐌𝐈𝐍

— loves to caress your cheek, eye contact is major with him, he loves to just look at you.

he’d brush the hair off your forehead, cup his hands around your cheeks while you’re riding him. his hot breath as he pulls you down onto him, holding your thighs close to his hips as he sits up on his heals, pumping his cock into you with soft force, his tummy bubbling and swarming with butterflies when he hears you mumble his name. ‘a-armin pleasse.. your cock feels .. so good, hhnnngff.’ how he would fucking love to keep going at the speed you want. the one that he makes him feel you gush around him. the one that has him pulling out n watching your cunt drip that sweet cum back onto his cock. how he has that bubbling urge to bury himself back inside, feel that slick mess have that cool feeling as he slides back in slowly, making you mewl out his name in a little fit to make him go faster. he just loves to see your face scrunch up when he pumps his warm seed into you :(

𝐊𝐀𝐄𝐘𝐀

— has his hands on you twenty-four seven. he loves feeling you up <3

you’d be at the tavern for a late night drink with him n you’d feel his hands start to wonder. ‘what? i dont think i’m doing anything wrong.’ but would a hundred percent nearly shove his hand into your pants because in his head, you’re the prettiest when you’re super flattered. when you look at him with a shocked look and nearly swatting his hand away. he really thinks there’s nothing more attractive than you being flustered. he knew this one thing about you though, that look you’re give him when you wanted to go back home and be in private. and every time you were out somewhere together and he sees this look he knows he’s fucked.

𝐓𝐇𝐎𝐌𝐀

— cannot get his eyes off of you, the level of love he feels for you makes him almost wanna go aggressive with it.

adores when you’re fucking missionary. he’s so sweet n loves to coat you in beautiful praise as well as his cum [im not sorry]. he really REALLY likes when you let it be known that he’s making you feel so good. fucking loves when you get super loud, when you can’t stop your body from thrashing around beneath him. also loves to eat you out. you look like such a goddess under him like this :( he can’t get over how much he loves when he looks up while sucking lightly on your clit to see your chest raising into the air, watching as your head gets thrown back and mouth falls open from the impending orgasm he’s about to feed to you. something about it,, he can’t believe he’s the only one that can make you cum as hard as you do.

𝐒𝐔𝐊𝐔𝐍𝐀

— shockingly praises the fuck out of you. puts you above everyone but at what cost?

as bad as he is, it’s obvious that he fucking loves to make you scream and cry. to him, he loves when he has you on your knees, wearing the finest of silk, squeezing your body just right and when you look up at him with one of his cocks being drenched in your saliva, dribbling pre down your chest and neck while the other fitted snugly down your throat. he thinks you look so pretty honestly, but that won’t stop him from absolute abusing that throat. he would leave you coughing up cum for hours on end, chuckle about it but brush the tears from your cheeks ;(

MYARLERT©️2022

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cream-stew · 2 years

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hello! so this is my first time sending a request so let me just.. unpack..

I've been thinking about sub!amab!Kaeya losing his virginity. reader is gn and afab. you're free to take any liberties w kinks, maybe i can suggest creampie 🧐 but honestly go w anything you think works, I just want to see this concept I have in my head:

Kaeya is the cutest thing. despite the teasing he's obedient and lays on his back on command. he lets his lover ride him and giggles a lot in the process, every new feeling and touch is welcome and though he tries to keep talking (bc istg this man never shuts up) eventually his words turn into moans when he's completely inside—to the point he feels so embarrassed he tries to cover his mouth (don't let him tho he's really pretty like this). he's just very sensitive and and easily overwhelmed w pleasure, yet eager to be praised so he drowsily takes his lover hands into his to press kisses on them as he gets dumb on pleasure <3

(this turned out longer than expected so I'm just hoping i made sense D,:) tysm and have a wonderful day!

🔞 minors dni

warnings: afab reader, virgin kaeya, creampie

// note: yeah anon this was perfect, don't worry about it❤️

you're a little surprised to learn he's still a virgin, mostly because he's a beautiful and charming man, and basically everyone is somewhat attracted to him, but also because he's such a good liar he really had you fooled at first!

he's eager to kiss down your throat as you sit on his lap, his hands firmly planted on your hips, and he teases you when you grind against his clothed erection.

he has you all hot and bothered in a matter of minutes, your soaked panties sticking to your pussy while you rut against him, and he keeps murmuring filthy things directly in your ear… until you mention something about him "being so good at this", and he pulls back to muffle a laugh against the back of his hand.

that is when you find out he's a virgin, that he's never done this before and that he was just playing around with things to say without actually knowing if they'd work!

for a moment you think he's pranking you, but you quickly realize he's telling the truth, and you’re not… mad at him or anything! but you kinda want to see his facade crumble, you know?👀 you want to turn him into a whimpering mess as he begs to cum in your pussy!

he seems very willing to let you take the lead, leaning back against the pillows as you push him down, unbuckling his pants to get them out of the way.

you stand up for a moment, stripping completely and grinning as you take in the way he stares at your tits and licks his lips. you sit back on his lap, taking his cock in both hands and pressing it against your pussy lips, coating it with your copious slick. his moans are delicious, sometimes muffled and sometimes loud, depending if he manages to cover his mouth in time, and you find out you really enjoy teasing him like this! he’s still way too coherent to consider it a successful mission, though, still talking back at you and looking up with an arrogant grin, so you take it as your cue to start pressing his cock inside. just the tip, tho !! you want to make it slow and excruciating for him !!

he stutters as you guide his cock past your entrance, looking dazed as he follows the way it sinks into your pussy. “does it feel good?”, it’s your turn to tease him, grinding your hips down just barely, but he’s still trying to keep his cool.

“yeah, you feel perfect around me”, he grins, though he sounds breathless, and his praises get cut off when you sink more on his cock, taking it about halfway inside.

you give him no respite, then, sitting back on him and taking his cock fully inside, laughing at the way he gasps and grips your hips almost unconsciously. it feels so good to take him to the hilt, your pussy perfectly stretched around his girth, and you think it must feel just as good for him, judging by the way his words stopped making any sense. he’s just babbling and moaning now, his hips bucking up into you, and you take pity on him. you start moving a lil bit, rising on your knees and falling back down after a moment, and honestly you’re just surprised he’s not cumming already, he definitely has more stamina than you thought!

you start riding him, picking up your pace just to hear him moan even more, and you’re quick to swat his hands away when he tries to cover his mouth again. you hold his hands in yours, and he interlocks his fingers with your own, making you smile fondly. he’s so endearing when he’s not pretending that nothing ever fazes him!

you can tell he’s finally getting close to his orgasm, and you ride him even faster, wanting to make it good for him. you let him cum in your pussy, sitting flush to his hips so that you can take it all inside, and the way he brings your hands closer to his mouth, to kiss all over your knuckles, just makes you want to start riding him again !! he can deal with a lil bit of overstimulation even if it’s his first time, right?

#genshin smut #genshin x reader #genshin impact smut #genshin impact x reader #kaeya x reader #kaeya smut

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aveegrex · 2 years

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ASURA MAKI X READER

glorious deity of war, lustful and six-handed, how sweetly can you ruin an aspiring girl?

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genre: smut pairing: asura! maki x f!reader word count: 0,9k cw: overstim, edging, fingering, pussy slapping, heavy knife play, heavy blood play, kinda sadism, pain kink, knifes used as sex toys, body markings (hickeys and light pricks), bondage, mean dom! maki

author's note: so I wasn't going for a very accurate asura, using it more so to represent a battle-driven deity with six hands. reader here is a striving swordsmaiden that seeks divine guidance, and is very much in favor of whatever maki's doing with her.

“Aww, don’t tell me that’s all you’ve got”

Another shudder runs through your tense limbs. She’s been going at it for what seems like ages, coaxing you closer and closer to the sweet release only to steal the pleasure when it’s mere seconds away. You’d plead again if it wasn’t for her fingers stuffing your mouth so deliciously full, forcing you to communicate in whines and moans alone.

Her hands are everywhere, running across your sweating body strong and skillful. No, that’s definitely not what you envisioned when the elders at the village told you how hard it is to seek her guidance at the art of sword.

You thought she’d make you slice up boulders, or dodge her attacks with a tight blindfold across your face. Certain moves repeated in thousands, that’s what your mind prepared you for when you decided to climb the damned mountain to her retreat.

But, as she said, to be honored by her guidance, one must be stripped of all remaining honor first. And here you are, wrists rubbed raw with coarse ropes, body flush and trembling of her ministrations, cheeks damp of tears, and your core crying to the floor of how deep her fingers reach within you.

A cold drag of metal pushes you back towards reality, and you hiss, restraints creaking into the dimly lit hall.

“Watch, mortal” Maki’s breath fluttering against your ear. “Watch, or we’ll start over once again”

It takes all your remaining restraint to pull your head upright and make your lidded eyes focus on the reflection. Oh, she’s done you dirty. There are nips everywhere, from your throat to your thighs, left by her unrelenting dagger. Hickeys bloom across your chest, and here’s your cunt, bare and raw of how much slapping and sweet intrusion it’s endured.

Her dagger comes dangerously close, mere inches away from your enlarged folds, freezing metal making your hole clench around nothing. A muffled “please” and she slaps you again, another dagger at your throat threatening to prick yet virgin skin.

“No, no, mortal” she chuckles from behind, sharp teeth nibbling at your earlobe as her fingers snake inside you, picking up the perfect angle right away. “A warrior is no beggar, right? You’ll take everything I give you, and you’ll thank me for it”

Fuck her and her sultry voice, fuck her and her six hands unraveling you so quickly into a blabbering perverted mess of blood and cum, draining you of all your juices. For hours on end she’d mix the pain and pleasure in your mind, slitting a tiny cut somewhere sensitive every time her thumb at your clit would curl your toes. Blood shines maroon under the lights of myriad candles, smeared across your tits and stomach by the teasing hands.

It’s all at once, it’s all too much, it’s not enough. Maddened and aroused, you try to rebel once again, hips bucking up towards her intoxicating touch, only for it to ghost away. Her fingertips hover above your twitching cunt, so close you cling onto each atom of air they push your way, the most indecent moan rumbling through your chest.

A slap, a prick, and a strained gasp as her free hand tightens around your neck. “Sshhh, sshhh, you dirty maid” she cooes into your nape, the flat of her blade pressed tight against your heated folds. “We haven’t even gotten to the hilt yet”

Your eyes blow wide and you tremble, sight darting down to the dagger. Its blunt smooth elongated handle, curved just right and damp of blood and slick, now shines like something many would kill to mount and ride. She rotates the weapon with a quick flick to her wrist, the hilt now running along your folds in an all too promising way, and you keen towards it, hole twitching desperately to have something fill it.

“Patience, mortal” the round tip presses against your clit, forcing a gasp out of you. “You’ll get to meet my knife so intimately. An honor!”

And she laughs, two hands cupping your breasts in sync with another slap to your tortured core.

Your body buzzes, nerves electrified and wrecked into a lustful mush. “Open up” you feel her fingers finally freeing your mouth, and it hangs agape, tongue lolling out obediently. Your glossy eyes barely make out how she slashes the inside of her palm, the divine blood dripping down to the marble floor, and it’s only natural you catch every drop, throat bobbing at each gulp.

“Drink, swallow all, maid” her heated whisper attacks your mind once again, and you feel the ivory handle finally filling you up. Each swallow syncs with a thrust, more and more, deeper and deeper, the stingy metal of her blood staining your mind with lewd. Blood and bliss thirsty, you rock your hips to welcome the hilt deeper, being filled from both sides to the brim.

“Now I’ll only have you befriend all my other weapons, dear” she chuckles into your blissed out mind. “And this cunt will have many allies, right?”

MDNI, reblogs and comments are welcome, this is a very self-idulgent piece and I intend to only get more perverted

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5urreal5weetz · 2 years

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Main 3 with a mechanic s/o

A/N: You're the mechanic of the SQ, :)

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Sanford

Big guy gets to go first this time.

Having someone who is able to fix machines fairly easy, is great.

Helps him out a lot since he is usually the repair man when it comes to the truck or anything else that breaks.

He's a handy man while being a few other things. So you being able to make and fix things, already has him liking you.

You are either fixing things together, or you are just talking about machines and their functions.

When it's not about that, you two always manage to have hour long conversations about things.

He learns about you, while you learn about him.

Whenever you're in your workshop, he'd visit you. Makes little excuses as to why he's there, or is handing you blueprints Doc wants you to look at.

Sometimes Sanford doesn't notice when he flirts with you, it kinda slips out when talking to you. So he gets confused as to why your face goes red or seems flushed.

You're a bit of insomniac, so you stay up late thinking of new ideas for machines that can help with dealing with the A.A.H.W.

So when Sanford finds you knocked out on your desk at 4 in the morning, he'll scoop ya up in his arms and carry you to bed.

And if you just so happen to cuddle up to him while he is, his heart just completely melts.

"Do I even weight anything to you?" You ask the next morning, it wasn't the first time he's put you to bed when you fall asleep on your unfinished blueprints.

He gave you a sheepish smile.

"Nah, its like holding a couple of grapes."

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Deimos

Technician and Mechanic? Perfect match.

You work with machines while he can program and hack them.

To say the least, he absolutely adores it when you're building or planning to build something.

He's observant, a very observant type when it comes to something that actually catches his interest.

And that something is you, ain't ya lucky?

He will make jokes and tease you.

Having a hacker boyfriend means that he will mess with your machines that deal with anything technical.

He doesn't break or mess anything up, he'll just play a prank or say something is wrong to get you to fix it. He likes seeing your mind at work.

One day out of the blue, you gave him a gift. It was a small little robot, which you nicknamed Qwert.

You've built him with spare part you had laying around your workshop, you said he was made to hold stuff like pencils, pens, papers, and every a pack of cigarettes.

But the main reason you built him was to send Deimos little messages through the little guy's visor whenever you were away on missions to ease him.

Deimos is a clingy - affectionate guy, so when he heard that he keeps Qwert by his bedside. Who wouldn't want to wake up to a love filled message?

He would build you something in return, but don't expect something big though.

He's a flirt. A big one, and he loves seeing you blush and flustered. He thinks its so adorable.

He can be really smooth, to corny.

Handsy too. He will have an arm or hand on you somewhere.

Like for example you're working on something, he's laying on you while both his arms are wrapped around you.

"Y'know, we could be doing something that's a bit more hands on right now."

You coughed as you were eating a sandwich, you were on break and Deimos decided to sit with you.

"AcK!--Are you kidding me right now-I'm trying to eat-"

He laughed, "I didn't hear a no.~"

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Hank

Stalkerish behavior with this one.

But it's only because he finds it interesting.

He'll probably be the one to bring broken weapons or things to you just to see you fix them.

However this happens so often, that you consider to just build Hank new weapons.

After all there's not much you can fix with only the hilt of a sword.

You're going to have to explain that you're better with machines than weapons too.

But that doesn't stop him from bringing his broke things to you.

Its like when a child gives something to their mom, and wanting them to praise them for it.

It's cute, but you would like it if it was so drenched in blood and beyond repair.

You managed to fix his blender that stopped working after he blended what you assumed was a rat or something - there were bone shards stuck in the blades.

Once you fixed it for him, he saw you as a holy angel.

He was literally vibrating with excitement and happiness.

Just like Deimos, he will lay on you or wrap his arms around. But only in the confines of a bedroom or workshop - Whenever there is privacy.

If you're ever knocked out on your desk, expect him to drape his trenchcoat over you and make sure everything is secure before leaving you be.

He likes when you rant about machines or whatever you're interested in. He loves the sound of you talking.

You start making him custom guns, he'll treat them with the utmost respect and take real good care of them. He won't even let anyone else touch them.

They're a symbol of your love for him after all.

"Hank-I-You know I can't do much with this right?"

Hank gave you shattered spectlight, it still had some guts on it as if it was freshly used.

"And?"

You sighed, "I'll..See what I can do, love."

You can't see it, but he's smiling under the mask and swooning on the inside.

#madness combat x reader #deimos x reader #hank j wimbleton x reader #sanford x reader #x reader

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quigonswife8 · 1 year

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Saved: Qui-gon jinn x reader

Warnings: torture, near death experience, sadness, swearing.

gif creds: @padawanlost

Absoloutely in love with Qui-Gon!! Been thinking about this idea for ageees and finally decided to write it. Not sure if this will do well but to those who read this, I hope ya'll enjoy.

Also sorry if I messed up somewhere

This is so long but I love it regardless :)

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The darkness of the chamber messes with your senses. You can't place where you are, at all.

"Hello?"

and your voice echoes through the room. No one replies, shit. with no way of escaping you're forced to wait force knows how long.

You'd been separated from Qui-Gon Jinn, your master. He'd told you go the other way to deal with some enemies. Things went south quick however and with everyone being busy no one noticed you get knocked out and taken.

Chain's restrict movement, all you can do is move your head. The lightsaber that was placed upon your hilt had been taken and with no way to use your powers, it's useless.

"Why me?"

Anyone else could have been taken, but it had to be you. Everyone is always after you but why? what makes you so special? What worries you is how your master is worried for you- you can sense him through the force. You would be the same if your padawan had gone missing.

"Hello?!-"

"I can hear you..."

Grievous

You'd recognise that seperatists voice anywhere. Though this is the first time you've ever come face to face. surprising, really.

"It's you..."

He comes into view. Oh how you want to...

"Padawan (l/n)."

Grievous laughs. He's excited to have finally captured you. He's been trying to capture you for a while. see what did I say about you being that special.

"...finally..."

"Yeah..." you scoff. "...don't get too excited, i'll be out of here before you can do anything..." a lie, of course. You still have no idea when you'll escape or be rescued. Best you can do is wait this 'prison sentence' out for as long as you can.

It's now that you notice your lightsaber. It's hidden pretty well but you catch a glimpse of it which only fuels the anger you have. It's right there but you are unable to reach it...

"You don't think that.."

"Yes I do Grievous. This kidnapping was useless because I'll be gone soon...hmm, shall I say an hour or?"

Grievious simply laughs when you say that, which is followed by a cough. He continues to laugh..

"That's perfect..."

"How?"

He has always wanted to torture you. Wanted to watch as you screamed- beg for mercy- and with this 'hour' you say you have, he'll be able to do so.

"...because I'll be able to torture you..."

He expects you to be scared. Everyone else he's tortured has been scared. You are not though, which kinda makes things a bit ‘boring’ for him.

You smirk, giving him a look of 'I can take it' and he can feel that you're not scared.

"Impressive."

Grievous turns and leaves the room for a second. This gives you a chance to ready your self. You clear your mind, bringing yourself to become one with the force. Fear is not something you feel, but worry; all you worry about is being found dead. You would never want to find someone like that, or be found like that. It wouldn't be fair.

The door reopens not even a minute later. Grievous is holding something- a tool used for torture. He walks back over to you, one of his four arms gripping on the tool.

You stare at him waiting and Grievous laughs, again.

"You're really not that scared..."

Rolling your eyes you scoff at him.

"I told you already i'm- AH!"

The pain you feel is the most excruciating pain you have felt before. The electricity only seems to add that extra bit of pain.

"This is going to be fun..."

he barely gives you enough time to register the next jolt.

Minutes soon turn into hours and there seems to be no sign of help. You endure the pain but with every jolt you feel yourself slipping from reality. You are no longer one with the force, as hard as you try to be.

"Again..."

Grievous orders his new 'helper' to administer another jolt of pain. You drop your head, finding yourself focusing on a spot on the floor. You need to focus on something else- you need to get your mind off what's happening because if you don't, you'll break.

Another jolt of pain follows. Closing your eyes you shift focus from what's happening, and instead you focus on something else. Anything else, this is your last option...that's when something comes to mind. A memory, to be exact.

It's a beautiful day out. Rather than train, your master had said you would just be going on a relaxing walk through a garden. It will help to get your mind off stuff and meditate outside rather than inside. You have your hands clasped together behind your back, while Qui-Gon has his hands tucked into the sleeves of his robe.

You don't speak, you just think. No idea what Master Jinn is talking about but you're thinking about something- though you won't ask him what you're thinking, he may find it weird.

"Padawan..."

He doesn't look over at you, he keeps his focus ahead.

"...are you okay?"

Okay so he can tell something is up. Though you're not sure how..

"..what do you mean, master?"

"I can feel you through the force. Something is bothering you?"

that's how he knows

"Oh, uh, i'm sorry I wasn't aware..." bringing your hands around to your side, you unsclasp them.

"You don't have to apologise (y/n)..."

Qui-Gon looks over at you this time.

"...what's on your mind?"

Embarrased you scratch the back of your neck, now looking at him.

"...Master...I want to ask a question, but I'm afraid it's...stupid..."

You're caught off guard when he places a hand on your shoulder, which makes you stop.

"I assure you, your question won't be stupid."

It's nice to know how much he cares. Rather than be a master who holds no care for their padawan.

You nod, smiling up at your master. Then you ask;

"What if I were ever in a situation where I was in a lot of pain, like if I was badly hurt or being tortured, how would I distract myself?”

Qui-gon smiles at your question. You’re very smart, something he’s always admired about you.

“Firstly your question isn’t stupid. It’s quite smart, and to answer your question..”

he makes a motion so you start walking again.

“Focus on a happy memory, any happy memory. When you’re able to focus on the memory you’ll be able to distract yourself enough.”

Makes sense

“…thank you for asking, padawan.”

You fall into an even walking pattern as your master.

“Thank you for answering.”

He can’t help but smile. Bringing his hands back into his sleeves he replies with "you're welcome my padawan" before falling back into a comfortable silence.

That's what you focus on. You focus on that memory- one of your happiest memories. The torture drowns out until all you are focused on is that memory.

It's all blurry when Qui-Gon and his other padawan, obi-wan, arrive. You don't fully realise what's happening; you've focused back in one your surroundings but because of the torture you can't fully focus.

"Master!"

it's hard to place who's speaking. Though you can tell it's not Grievous or any of his men.

You attempt to raise your head but you're so weak it ends up dropping again.

Ugh..

"(y/n)!"

There's the sound of running and then the feel of someone messing around with the restraints around your wrists and ankles.

"It's okay, i'm- we're here, now...."

Qui-Gon?

Lifting your head again you're able to see a glimpse of your master.

"Master...?"

"It's me. I'm going to get you out of here..."

A smile forms on your lips.

"I knew you w-would come for me..."

When you're set free of the restraints you fall into Qui-gon's arms. He wraps his arms around you so he’s carrying you. You lean your head against his chest, quiet groans falling from your lips.

"It's okay...it's okay.."

Looking at Obi-Wan, he immediately leaves this torture chamber. His eyes don't leave you, however, and he has to hold back from tearing up. He blames himself for this happening. If he hadn't told you to go the other way then you wouldn't have been seperated and he would have been able to keep you safe.

Sometime through the escape you end up falling unconcious.

----

It's days before you wake up. Both Qui-Gon + Obi-Wan are there for you, most. It's Qui-Gon, though, who stays by your side the most. The council, surprisingly, lets him off training Obi-Wan and Obi-Wan doesn't complain. He worries about you mostly.

When you wake you see Qui-Gon asleep. Though he wakes when he senses you're awake.

"Master...?"

It hurts when you move, so you stay laying down. Quig sighs in relief;

"(y/n)..."

He doesn't call you 'padawan', he only wants to call you by your name at the moment.

"...how long was I out for?"

"Too...too long."

Qui-Gon could still feel you through the force which was relieving to know you were still hanging on. He'd wished you had woken up sooner, though.

"...(y/n)..." Qui-Gon begins, one of his hands moving to rest on the bed. He hesitates with his next words not wanting to bring back those memories but he has to say something.

He feels responsible for what happened to you. You're his padawan, his actions are what caused you to get caught in the first place. The moment you had disappeared, he'd sensed it..

"(y/n)?"

swinging his lightsaber to the side Qui-Gon cuts down one of the enemies. No sign of you, however. You were close by when you'd last spoken...

"(y/n)?"

Qui-Gon turns on his heel and scouts out the area. He can't find you though but he can feel you through the force...and something is wrong.

"(y/n)-“

"Master!"

Out of breath Obi-Wan runs over to Qui-Gon. He had been with with you, last, but you're not there with him.

"Obi-wan. Are you okay?"

"Yes, but I'm not sure where (y/n) is. I...we got separated, master."

Obi-wan feels guilt for losing you, he hopes that nothing bad has happened to you.

"Are you okay?”

“Yes, but I’m more worried about (y/n).”

“I’m glad you’re okay, obi-wan.” Obi-wan nods

“Thank you.”

“And thank you for coming to me."

Obi-wan once again nods, thanking Qui again.

Qui-Gon then makes a motion for Obi-Wan to follow him so the two leave to continue the search for you.

"I''m sorry, for what happened..."

"Mast-Qui-gon it's...it's okay."

Recounting the event is hard because you can barely remember the torture. It's like your mind has fragmented the memories, you can only remember bits and pieces. Maybe it's a coping mechanism your brain has switched on to help you cope from such a tramatic experience.

"I can't...it's hard to remember what happened. All I really remember is the start of the torture...but that's it..."

If it hadn't been for what Qui-gon had told you, however, you would have given up. You'd been able to lock onto that memory because of what he’d told you

"...actually, I have to thank you, and not just for getting me out of there but also for being the reason I didn't break..."

Qui-gon tilts his head a moment.

"What do you mean?"

"Well..." you begin. "...that day when we were walking in the park, when I asked you what to do if I ever got into a situation like the one I got into, and you told me to think of a memory that makes me happy. Well that was the memory I chose."

A smile tugs at your lips.

"...so yeah you're the reason I didn't give up..."

You have admired Qui-gon for as long as he's been your master. He is the wisest yet kindest person you've ever had the chance of meeting; he may go against the council's orders a lot of the time [which you usually agree with him about] but it's usually for a good reason.

He just cares deeply for people, one of the things you like about him. You would be lying if you said you hadn't grown fond of him, more tha you would view him as just a friend.

That was one of his favourite memories too. He remembers being impressed with your question so much so that he thought about it long after. That day was perfect- no missions or having to deal with anything bad. To hear how it helped you, though, means a lot- it takes some of the guilt off, that's for sure.

"I'm...i'm happy about that, (y/n) but I should really be apologising.."

"Apologising?"

"Yes..." Running a hand through his hair Qui-Gon sighs. "I was the reason you got taken. i told you to go the other way...I should have kept you with me..."

He blames himself? he shouldn't. He simply told you to go and deal with a few of the enemies, he never knew your kidnapping + soon to follow torture would even happen. Without even meaning for it to happen you reach a hand out, putting it on top of one of his.

"...what happened wasn't your fault."

He shakes his head in disagreement.

"I'm your master. I'm supposed to protect you..."

"and i'm supposed to listen to what you tell me to do..." you reply. "...and you told me to go and deal with those people. I listened because i'm the padawan and you're the master, and a great one at that."

You never lie, Qui-Gon knows that, but the guilt still eats away at him. You can tell so you squeeze his hand softly..

"I know you don't believe me, and I can't convince you to, but just know that I know it's not your fault.."

You linger with your touch for a moment more, hand moving away soon. You lean your head back against the pillow, watching Qui-gon, who doesn't really have the words.

He just looks at you sympathetically before standing up; there's no point in dwelling in his guilt, so he decides to distract himself. He stands up from his chair to leave...

"I'll let Obi-Wan know you're awake.."

You know he'll be happy.

"Thank you, Qui..."

the jedi smiles softly, and nods.

"You're welcome..."

and then he walks off; before he leaves, however, he glances back over to you. You're looking away so you don't see him staring. A sigh falls from his lips, his eyes closing slightly. He wishes it was him that went through that torture, not you, because you didn't deserve it.

To see you like this breaks his heart more than he can even describe. Pushing the thoughts of his mind for the moment he pushes off the doorframe and leaves.

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#star wars #qui #liam neeson #the phantom menace #qui-gon jinn #qui-gon jinn x reader

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another-corpo-rat · 1 year

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My head is full of thoughts about Victoria's actual storyline ima plan out, i need to get them out so im making that everyone elses problem will i ever write it? prob not. i have commitment issues when it comes to long term projects so the rambling and occasional drabble with have to do

if you care to read this: hi, ty for even a passing interest in my bitch barbie - im rambling about her hand in Yoriunbo's death in a story that very heavily diverts from canon below the cut because i have the habit of starting at the end

kinda have two ideas for it: the first, is that Victoria's influence is indirect - she isn't the one that takes his life: Evelyn Parker is.

With Victoria's goading trailing through her thoughts maybe - but Victoria can't prove or take credit for that no matter how smug she is at the timing. But what she does know and what both women will keep quiet due to the means of mutual destruction, is that it was a chip of her making that blacked out any means of communication; Trauma Team or anyone who could help isn't alerted. Couldn't be - Smasher could be standing right outside the door, and Yoriunbo wouldn't have been able to so much as call for him (Smasher was, in fact, outside the door and merely gave Evelyn a knowing look and a passing 'you done?' that she answers with a nod and the flippant request to 'give him some time' a casual enough conversation, one that wouldn't draw suspicion that Smasher himself may have been involved should his recordings of the night be accessed)

Yoriunbo is found a mere hour or two after Evelyn leaves his suite, dead in the bath - very much in the style of The Death of Marat. Evelyn is suspected but she can't be found: the joys of conspiring with a skilled netrunner, it's as if she vanished into thin air (like those who've acted against Arasaka in the past, Evelyn is perhaps vibing with a certain Nomad clan, waiting for the dust to settle before moving on entirely)

and really, Arasaka can't afford to allow that story to go public: their CEO killed by a joytoy mere months after the previous died in suspect conditions. There's further mess and chaos within the corporation until Hanako manages to wrangle the factions together in something of resembling peace, and if the heiress seems to be quietly raging then no one knows why besides the pretense of grief.

the second idea - less thought out but entirely self-indulgent Victoria is the one holding the knife when Yoriunbo dies, but its not by her own strength that she slides it between his ribs. She's shaking, both from exhaustion and the wonder of 'can i really do this?' there's a whole lotta consequences that'll come from her killing him, but she can't exactly just let him live now either, can she? not after learning what he intended, how he wanted to crumble the tower she thrives on to ruin - and she has the proof, the witnesses, the recordings. she has Michiko's word that she'll be protected from those consequences, but the word of an Arasaka is a rotted thing, even if promised so sweetly

she's shaking and that makes her hands unsteady, even if her grip would be white-knuckled with how tightly she's holding the hilt. Smasher's hands wrap around hers, his chest pressing into her back as he guides the point of the blade into Yoriunbo's heart. and if the scene were caught in a frame, it might even be poetic: Yoriunbo, dying with something of a smile as he looks up not a portrait of his father, but the brother who took his own life before him - the same brother who created Smasher looking down from his gilded frame to witness that monstrous creation being the hand that spills his family's blood while curled protectively around a woman they'd deign insignificant

Victoria is frozen as she looks down at the body, realising that an Arasaka is as mortal as the rest of them. There's a more active coup in this event; less of a need to hide their involvement. And still, Hanako is fuming that her request that Yoriunbo be spared is ignored. Because she made the mistake of requesting it of Victoria, not ordering it of Smasher - and Michiko, ever the black sheep of their family, keeps her word and enforces that Hanako do the same

#cyberpunk 2077 #yes im subjecting the main tag to this lol hello #OC Rambling #Victoria Crane #its all very loose and messy atm #and ofc lacking in a shitton of context #something something about rulers being killed by those their societies deemed unimportant #esp in regards to Evie killing him #wip: square hammer

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a-table-of-fics · 8 months

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The Man from Utah, Chapter 8, Draft 1, Part 3

“Indeed,” Dan added. “It was most fortuitous. To risk your profession for two strangers and a colleague… tis noble, to say the least.”

“Yeah, what gives?” Fletcher asked, wiping his hat off. “Thought you said you had a route you had to get to.”

“Oh, that?” Doto chuckled, taking a swig from her soda can. “I just quit. Kinda realized I’d be sent off to something like that eventually.”

“What?” Fletcher looked up from wiping his glasses.

“Oh, you think you were the first to be sent as a rep to some random company? I’ve had coworkers suddenly given an ‘opportunity’, and guess what? Never heard from those guys again.”

She threw the can outside, hard.

“Guess it’s cheaper than a severance package.”

Silence fell in the van. Fletcher’s head tilted down. Dan’s hands were clasped around the hilt of his sword, and he muttered something. Liam looked out the window for a moment, but perked up in realization.

“Is this van company property?”

Ten minutes later, Fletcher and Doto were standing with shotguns at the ready. Dan had the van lifted so Liam could get a good look under with a flashlight. The dark grey ground with the dark red sky didn’t make it easy, but eventually…

“Yup, there it is.”

Sure enough, with a pair of cutters courtesy of Doto, he was able to remove the tracker, pulling it out to reveal the mess of wires with a blinking core.

“Right, we should be good to go—"

#draft 1 #the man from utah #madness combat #mc #madness combat fic #madness #chapter 8

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jickboi308 · 2 years

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So a couple months back I started writing a Star Wars fanfic with some oc’s I made. I’ve just recently finished my second chapter and the prologue. It’s called one life for another. It takes place during the prequel era because I like that one a lot.

Here’s a picture of the main character Rhys Laurelin, a rodian jedi master who also happens to be a grey jedi. The pic is a bit of an old one and does have some mess ups but overall that’s his design. He’s got two blood orange lightsabers, magenta hair which he usually wears in a ponytail, he’s got dark green skin, purple markings around his eyes, chest and back, and his robes are various different shades of white and gray. His cloak is pure white and the first layer overtop of his robes is also white, the next few layers is a dark grey, and the last layer is again pure white. His pants are a lighter gray and his boots are a dark brown colour. He is also 32 years old. One day I’ll make a coloured piece for him and all my other Star Wars oc’s

He sometimes gives off a very angry or stern demeanour but when you get to know him very personally he is a very kind person. He tries his best to help those in need, even holding off on certain duties if it means helping someone who needs it. He will always find a peaceful solution to a conflict as long as it’s a possibility. Despite being a grey jedi, he still is wary of falling in love and staying together with parse. He wants to buy is still worried of the possible consequences.

Next is parse, Rhys’ secret lover who is a duros and a bounty hunter. He’s got dark blue skin, and red eyes. Parse o sadly have no determined colours for his clothing as of yet so I don’t have much to say on that front. Parse is 28 years old. He wields two blasters and a sniper rifle. His goggles actually hook up to the scope so he can aim the gun with ease allowing for much harder to get angles to be used. He also has a grapple he sometimes hangs from to like up a target. He also has a small dagger for close quarters combat.

He sometimes can be very snarky and sarcastic with Rhys but does genuinely care for him and Rhys of course knows this. He would do anything to keep the man he loves safe even if it means putting himself at risk to do it.

Lastly Rhys’ padawan Amala who is a twi liek. She wields a lightsaber with a curved hilt (originally I almost considered giving her a whip lightsaber but decided 1, that’s impractical in most case even if it’s kinda cool, and 2, a padawan probably would not have that) with a cyan almost blue blade. Again I haven’t thought out her robe colours too much but I do know the first layer is going to be black or a very dark brown colour. Her skin tone as well also hasn’t been decided just yet, the markings on her though are a slight off white colour. She is 13 years old.

Amala is usually a very fast learner when it comes to her training. As much as she doesn’t always like the orders she’s given she’ll follow them as best she can if it means being able to help as much as she can in the process. She can sometimes worry a fair bit or be unsure about herself but Rhys is usually there to help her get through it to the best of his abilities. She herself is pretty good at strategizing as well. When she becomes a jedi knight she hopes to be as good a jedi as her master or even better if that’s possible.

Tumblr is being weird and not letting me post the link so you can find it under the wattpad username Thatonecomment308. The cover of the story is temporary rn but I hope I have something completed soon.

#art #artists on tumblr #sketch #my oc art #oc artwork #original character #fanart #ocs #writers on tumblr #writing #star wars #fanfic

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beneathashadytree · 3 years

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and the last one ! 😭 caesar from jjba, smut, prompts 71 and 75

once again thank you so much maya ! 💖💖

CRYBABY CRY - CAESAR ZEPPELI X READER

Warnings : hair-pulling, mild manhandling, kinda messy tbh, edging, overstimulation, mirror sex, implied size difference, tummy bulge, dacryphilia, unprotected sex, cumming inside, dom!Caesar, sub!reader, reader is is AFAB and uses she/her pronouns!

Genre : actual porn smut

Word count : 1.0K words

Prompts : "I'm gonna fuck you in front of the mirror, I want you to see how pretty you look when you're spreading your legs for me." and "You know, you look real pretty when you cry."

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The sound of wet skin slapping resonated throughout the room his heavy groans mingling with her own whimpers; an addictive soundtrack Caesar could never get tired of.

Her hair wrapped around his hand and pulled back, he angled her head back so his plump lips could suckle at the skin of her elegant neck, the ruby necklace he'd gifted her being the only thing she was wearing, falling forward with every thrust of his into her, jerking her body forward. The Italian, though usually very particular, didn't seem to mind at all her slick making a mess out of herself and his own thighs---in fact, he loved the way her wetness only made her so much easier to fuck into oblivion, and made the act so much more intimate, knowing she wanted him just as badly as he wanted her.

He moaned her name, throwing his head back, some strands of his platinum blonde hair still sticking to his forehead as he began to sweat, pushing both their bodies to the limit as they both wondered just how many rounds they can take.

And right before her walls started clenching around his cock burrowed deep inside her for maybe the fourth or fifth time for the night, he pulled out of her, causing her to whine in protest and try to grab him from behind, tears forming at the corners of her eyes as frustration filled her.

Caesar shushed her gently, capturing her lips in a sloppy French kiss, before brushing her hair back tenderly.

"Be patient, I'm not done yet," his sweet voice washed over her, and she shuffled in her seat, as he picked her up by the waist, readjusting their position so they were both seated with their feet dangling off the bed, and her glistening eyes widened as she looked in front of her, her back pressed into his chest, realization dawning over her.

His teeth nibbled at the hickey's he'd left in his wake, "I'm gonna fuck you in front of the mirror," he slowly spoke, words carrying the promise in his deepened voice, "I want you to see how pretty you look when you're spreading your legs for me."

With three final pecks to her neck, jaw, and lips, her breath hitched in her throat as she watched his reflection, lining up his tip with her entrance, and stuffing her to the hilt with one thrust, a gasp falling from her lips, feeling full and too turned on by the sight of her being split open on his cock.

"Oh, fuck..."

"Told you you looked pretty," he chuckled, only giving her a second to ogle the sensual sight, before he began slamming up into her, her tummy bulging ever the slightest bit as his length pounded into her, over and over and bringing her back to the brink of climax.

His palm cupping her breasts, his deft fingers toying with her nipples, his hot breath down her neck, his teeth tugging at her ear, and the veins of his cock rubbing against her pulsing walls with every thurst---everything about him was overstimulating her at that second. She felt him everywhere, all over her and inside her, and she could only choke on her sobs as white hot pleasure coursed through her veins.

"That's it, gattina¹, look at you," he panted, his finger lightly pushed her chin to settle on their reflection, the sight causing her cunt to squeeze him impossibly tight, and he let out a curse at the burning pleasure, his hips snapping ferociously upwards.

"Can't, 's too much!" she wailed, thighs quivering, yet her body had a mind of its own as her own hips ground down to meet his thrusts, and finally, the tears flowed down her red cheeks freely, "Your cock, I---feel so full. Fuck! 'S sososo good, 'm close."

She turned into a blubbering mess, torn between wanting him to fuck her senseless and not being able to keep up; the sight alone made Caesar's balls tighten, his impeding orgasm inching closer with every tear that slipped down her face and every cry of his name.

The couple was completely entranced, watching in the mirror how she arched her back and threw her head limply into his shoulder; how her tongue lolled out as she gasped for air; how he stretched her out with every pump and her arousal formed a ring of slick at the base of his cock; how his large hands cupped her breast and face in a possessive but loving hold; how his beautiful green eyes looked at her like he couldn't believe she was his to make love to.

"You know, you look real pretty when you cry," he gritted his teeth as he spoke over her wanton moans, "So pretty you'll make me cum, I swear. Mia bella piagnucolona²."

"'nside, want y' to cum inside," she babbled, barely coherent as she sniffled, "Please, please, wanna cum too."

"We'll cum together, tesoro³," he promised, his hips stuttering as his pacing grew erratic; wild even, "Mia bella principessa⁴," Caesar choked on his words, his grip tightening and his other hand slipping down to rub her clit, urging her to chase her own orgasm with him.

All it took were a few more half-thrusts, and she was sobbing in his arms, her entire body spasming as a shattering orgasm rippled through her, and he cried her name out, cock spurting warm ropes of cum inside her and painting her walls white as she trembled in his hold. Riding out their orgasm together, her drool-stained lips chased after his for another kiss, swaying hips slowly stilling to a halt, though her nerves all felt frayed with the way her climax had shaken her and taken her by storm.

If that was the way he fucked her when she cried, then she'd make sure to shed a few tears more often.

¹: kitten

²: my pretty crybaby

³: sweetheart

⁴: my beautiful princess

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bokuroskitten · 3 years

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your piece about oral fixation was just 🤤 so now im super curious as to what kinda of gags you think the haikyuu captains + iwa would use on their partners.

oh anon, truly I'm grateful for this one. Because as a rope bunny, I think about it constantly. I didn't do every single haikyuu captain, just ones I feel I know the best. Enjoy the filth. ❦

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〈what kind of gags would the haikyuu captains (Bokuto, Terushima, Ushijima, Oikawa, Daichi, Kuroo, Kita) + Iwa enjoy using on their partner.

⋆genre: 18+ NSFW (Minors DNI)

⋆warnings: BDSM themes (use of bondage and gags), dom/sub dynamics (daddy & master title used), oral (female receiving), spit, degradation & dumbification

Bokuto couldn’t be bothered with gags. He likes to hear you falling apart on his cock, the whimpers, the cries, the begging. It’s all music to Bokuto’s ears. Although if you do want to be gagged Bokuto just uses his thick fingers down your throat or slaps his palm across your lips. Both methods effectively render you silent and he still gets the joy of feeling your moans vibrating along his skin.

“You’re so fucking loud, Birdy. The whole neighbourhood is gonna know you’re a desperate little cock whore. Isn’t that right baby Bird?” Bokuto’s voice was nothing but a growl up against your ear, his heavy balls still slapping ruthlessly against your ass as he plunged himself faster into your tight cunt. He went in at the perfect angel this time, his cock head pressing to that sweet spot that would have you screaming. Before the sound could slip out Bokuto pushed three fingers into your mouth, grinning as he watched drool bubble between his knuckles, your cries getting muffled into his skin.

“Yeaaa, suck away baby and take what’s given to you.”

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Terushima is a horny one, typically just wants to get the job done quickly and easily, so he likes to use what’s around. This typically means he’s using his tie. He usually wears one to his job, or sometimes finds himself keeping a spare in his back pocket when you’re being extra annoying. He always ties a knot in the middle first, pressing it between your teeth before knotting the material behind your head. It’s effective enough to keep you muffled but simple enough that he can still see your lips tremble, watch drool darken the fabric and dribble down your chin.

“Careful princess, you want the boys to know I’m stuffing you full of cock?” He spoke through a wicked grin, his lips pressed to your pulse as his hands held your hips in a death grip. The subtle slap of your ass into his pelvis kept him on beat, along with the muffled cries you let out into his tie. One of his hands slithered up your bent form, making sure to squeeze one of your breasts on the way up before taking hold of your jaw. His long fingers brushed over your chin, the drool already gathering there making him pick up his pace. He pressed the knot he made in his tie further between your teeth, making you whimper a plea that had him chuckling.

“Messy fuckin thing, by the time I fill you up there’s gonna be a mess on your face and between your thighs.”

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Ushijima is a simple man with simple desires. Despite that, he actually enjoys using a gag on you because it gives him even more power over you than you already give him. He typically won’t use one unless other BDSM elements are in play (his favourite is ropes because he likes to make intricate patterns over your skin) but his favourite type to use is a deep throat gag. In every sense of the word, Ushi is big and wants to make sure your tight little throat is ready to be used when he wants it to use it. There’s a couple of different sizes he uses that he has you build up with, but each one comes with a reward when you’re able to swallow it down without gagging.

Although his face was usually calm during sessions today was an exception as he worked the length of the gag between your lips. “Baby, tap out if you need to—“ But you just furrowed your brows at him, fists tightening in determination which were currently bound above your head. It was a sign for him to keep going, so he did. He pushed the slick silicon between your lips until the hilt rested against your lips. He didn’t do up the leather strap just yet, waited to see if you’d gag or choke with such a big size being shoved down your throat. But there you were, sitting pretty with tears riming your lashes, the gag pressing snuggly down on your tongue. Ushijima hummed out, pleased with such progress as he was slow to buckle up the leather strap. He pressed kisses along your jaw, a small smile creeping its way onto his lips.

“I’m so proud of you, little one.”

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Oikawa will only use ring gags because it keeps your mouth wide open and ready to use whenever he feels he needs it. Plus it allows for him to still be able to hear you when you moan and cry for him. He also loves the mess you make with a ring gag, helpless to the drool and bubbling spit that falls from your chin. Sometimes as a form of punishment he’ll leave you between his thighs, arms bound and a ring gag held snuggly between your lips. He’ll stroke his cock lazily while watching tv, only grabbing a fist full of your hair to shove that sloppy mouth of yours onto his cock when he feels the need.

The whines you let out are ignored completely by Oikawa, a little huff leaving his lips as his eyes slowly slip from the screen down to between his legs. There you sat, eyes wide and mascara streak marks down your cheeks. Your body was already trembling, sitting on your hunches for whenever Oikawa decided to take hold of your hair once more. He could see the way your tongue tried to pick up some of the drool that fell from the ring, only making matters worse as a new little stream of spit fell off your chin to continue to dampen your tank top. Oikawa just couldn’t help himself, and in one swift motion, his hips were pressing his cock back between the ring, burying deep within your throat that had it constricting. He hissed softly before a small flutter of laughter escaped him.

“Fuck, at least this fucking throat is good for something. Maybe I should keep this ring on all the time so you’ll always be ready for my dick? You like the sound of that baby?” He was only met by muffled whines and gags as he bobbed your head along this length.

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Daichi hates when you talk back to him, it makes him so tense because all he does is treat you like his perfect little princess. So when you do get mouthy he has no problem getting you worked up whenever you are. He’ll tease, whisper into your ear about how naughty your being, grab handfuls of your ass until you make a mess of your panties. He’ll then shove the filthy material between your lips. Not only will get to humiliate you then, but he’ll also get to punish you properly without having to hear a single peep from you.

“You think good little girls talk back to their daddy’s like you do? No. They listen, and they behave. Since you wanna use such a filthy mouth I’ll keep it filthy for you.” Your previous cries were brought down to muffles as Daichi forced your damp panties between your lips. Balled up and soaked from your precious arousal you can’t even help but let your eyes flutter, the taste of your own desire making your cheeks burn bright pink. Daichi has to scoff, fingers pressing into your cheeks as giving your jaw a little shake. “Taste that? That’s your filthy little cum stains. Imagine staining your own panties from a few promises of punishment?” His cock was heavy as he quickly freed it from his boxers, making you Yelp softly as it slapped down against your already soaked slit. He rubbed it along you a few moments, pressing into your cheeks harder to keep your panties in place.

“Maybe if I just fuck you stupid, you’ll stop talking altogether?”

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Kuroo likes to keep with the classics, and there’s nothing more classic than a ball gag. He started off with wiffleball first, wanting you to feel nothing but comfortable before he moved on to solid silicon, balls that would leave your jaw aching after sessions. He loved the way you looked, sitting on your knees for him on the bed with a bright red ball gag wedged in your mouth, already covered in spit. He would the type to put on you whenever you felt like it just so he could coo about how pretty you looked. He also took many many pictures of your mouth stuffed, keeping a secret folder just for it.

“Stay still kitten,” Kuroo mumbled close to your ear, pressing a couple playful kisses to your lobe as he secured the black leather behind your head. He slipped two fingers into the band, making sure it was loose enough to pull off if needed but tighten to hold. Once he was pleased he pulled away, the most satisfying groan leaving his lips as yours were stretched around the bright red. “Perfect, my perfect fucking kitten...” he spoke, his thumb pressing along the ball as you blinked up at him with wide, needy eyes. Your hands stay still on your lap exactly where he instructed them, a little whine coming out muffled only when Kuroo pulled away from you fully. He rose a brow at that, the flash of disappointment in his gaze enough to have you resting back down on your hunches.

“Ah, I said stay still, Kitty. I’ll play with you soon I promise. But Daddy needs a few pictures of his beautiful baby before we can get started. So keep sitting pretty for me.”

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Kita only uses any form of BDSM with you because you’re interested in it. When you brought it up to him he was very much unaware but did as much research as possible. He decides to start off with a bite gag because, unlike ball gags, it allows for more relaxation of the jaw, as well as causes less mess in terms of drool. Plus he’s always enjoyed watching you bite down on the sheets when you're feeling a lot of pleasure, so the bite gag allows for him to watch your teeth sink on so perfectly into the rubber.

Kita’s thrusts slowed almost too much for you, your pussy desperately fluttering around his length to bring back that friction. You wanted to beg him to keep going, pick the pace back up but all you could do was let out muffled cries, press your teeth further into the bite forced between your lips. Kita watched it all, the way your face twisted up with need, the way your back arched, the way your hips jutted forwards in hopes to feel more of him. He just let out a soft little groan, planting a firm palm on your hip to keep you in place as he continued his slow, dragged out thrusts into your throbbing cunt.

“Just a little longer like this, kay Darlin? I love seeing you bite into that gag, we’re gonna have to use it more often.”

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Iwaizumi was used to using his hand, slapping it over your lips when he found you were getting too loud. But he never knew what to do with all your squirming. Cuffs were too simple and ropes just weren’t his vibe, but when he discovered bondage tape it was a whole other ball game. Not only was it perfect because it only stuck to itself, resulting in safer play, but it was very much effective in shutting you up when he needed you quiet. His favourite part is watching you flinch when he rips a piece away from the roll, the way you shiver in anticipation as he hovers the piece over your lips. It only when you're about to whine at him that he presses it against your lips, a grin curling on his lips.

“Fuck Princess, you’re tighter than usual? Excited?” Iwaizumi murmured, his grin growing as he watched your eyes roll up in pleasure. He brought a large palm up to your cheek, bringing your blurry vision back to his own. His thrusts slowed, allowing his thick cock to drag along that throbbing spot within you. That had your back arching, muffled little pleas melting into the tape that was held firm over your lips. Iwaizumi sighed softly, his thumb rubbing over the tape to feel out the outline of your pretty lips. The action had you nuzzling into his palm, another string of muffled nonsense trying to escape the tape and failing miserably.

“I know you’re begging me to move faster under here... but remember princess, Master makes the rules. So let’s keep you quiet and I’m gonna fuck you nice and slow.”

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