#like sir...favorite clothes and foods

[joshsbimbo]

stealing is the most fun a girl can have without taking her clothes off

pairings: security guard! mike schmidt x shoplifter! reader

warnings: shoplifting, getting caught stealing, being in a cell, oral (m! receiving), forced stripping, mockery.

a/n: i thought mall jail was real when i was younger but it ISNT i hope this makes sense to y’all 💋

♡ the mall is filled with clothes, makeup, food, and toys. all of your favorite things in one place! it also had fun activities like massage chairs, smelling candles, and stealing!!

♡ you scanned the store, licking a cherry flavored dum dum, positioning your body so only you could see what you were doing. you snuck in a pair of earrings into your purse and a bracelet.

♡ you continued to the clothing racks, picking out multiple tops and hiding one within one. the sweet lady handed you a door sign with the number 3, not knowing you actually had 6. you entered the changing room and took off your baggy hoodie. taking off the tags before layering the tops on yourself, then putting your hoodie back on.

♡ you made sure to buy a necklace, sucking the candy as you happily made your way to the exit. it was a nice haul for one store, you were excited to go to another store before the alarm went off.

♡ “excuse me, ma’am. i’m going to have to check your receipt.” the security guard said. his tired eyes looking down at you, flickering his eyes to your purse and back to you. he held his hand out, furrowing his eyebrows.

♡ you exit the lollipop out of your mouth with a pop, “mhm, of course!” you place the receipt on his calloused, big hands as you make eye contact with him, smiling sweetly.

♡ he checked the receipt and opened your shopping bag with his other hand. his hand exited before digging into your purse abruptly, “what a shame that you forgot to close your purse.”

♡ you look at his name tag before looking up at him with pleading eyes, “mike, you can let this slide, right?”

♡ “depends, is this your first time?”

♡ “mhm, yes it is, sir..” you bit your lip.

♡ “what a fucking liar.” he gripped your arm tightly, leading you to mall’s cells.

♡ you wrapped your hands around his arm, trying to pull him off. “c’mon, please, mike?” batting your eyelashes as you look up at him, but he ignored you.

♡ the room was small with one cell, a telephone, and a desk. he kept his grip tight, throwing you into a cell. he locked it, taking the chair out from under the desk, facing it so he can watch you.

♡ “you really think these people are this stupid, huh?” he ran his hands through his brown curls, a frustrated sigh leaving his pretty lips.

♡ you were on the ground, crawled up in the corner. your ass ached from the throw, you knew it was going to bruise. you teared up as your lip quivered, “n-no..”

♡ “of course you do! shielding your hands from the cameras?” he takes out his walkie talkie. “you see this? every time they see you, the dumb slut, they tell us to keep a close eye on her.”

♡ “d-dumb slut..?” you questioned, tears rolling down your cheek.

♡ “look at the way you dress, how you act, the way you look-“ he paused, scanning your body. “that hoodie is new though.”

♡ he was right. the hoodie was new, something you would never be caught dead wearing.

♡ “take it off.”

♡ “wh- no!” you blurted out between sobs.

♡ “what’s wrong? not wearing a bra? that’s not a problem because everyone’s seen your tits, dumb slut.” he hissed through his teeth.

♡ “fuck yo-“

♡ “i’ll call the cops. is that what you want, hm?”

♡ “n-no! fine. i’ll do it!” you took off the hoodie, your mascara running down your cheeks as you looked at him.

♡ “was wondering where you put those tops..” he grins. “sensitive, slutty, and somewhat smart?” he chuckles, man spreading, his bulge showing through his slacks.

♡ even through your sobs, your face scrunches up in disgust. eyeing his huge- you mean, gross bulge.

♡ he smirks, “wanna help me? it’s the least you could, making me work extra hard just so you could look slutty..”

♡ “fuck no.” you say, covering yourself with your hoodie.

♡ he glides his hand on the telephone, “a simple 911 call..” he jokingly presses the phone against his ear, twirling the wire, mocking you by batting his eyelashes, “e-excuse me, sir!” he let out a breathy laugh, remembering your pleas. “this young lady h-has been… been stealing!” he forces the stuttering, pouting, and out right mocking you.

♡ “just let me go! please!”

♡ god, hearing you beg made his cock harder. he pressed on one of the buttons, “nine.”

♡ “stop!” you screamed, hurriedly taking off two of the tops, leaving you in a white tank top with no bra.

♡ “that’s the slut i know..” he scanned your body, your nipples hardened from the cold air, the perky buds in view, your tight shorts, making your thighs look extra plump, and the straps of your thong showing. the combination of your body, ruined makeup, red tongue from your treat made him need to palm his bulge through his pants.

♡ you shuddered at the sight, no no no… you felt your wetness leaking from your lips, onto your underwear. “t-this is illegal.. keeping me here t-to take advantage of me..” you warned him, but you fucking loved it.

♡ “strip searches are legal.” he spat out. “now strip.”

♡ you pouted as you unbuttoned your shorts.

♡ “turn around.” he ordered

♡ you turn around, bending down as you slid off your shorts. you could hear him groan at the sight of you, your pussy barely hidden from how soaked your thong was. you smile to yourself, pulling down your thong slowly. a string connecting your cunt to the fabric, the string getting longer the further you pull them down.

♡ when you meet his gaze again, his cock is out. twitching as his pre cum leaked down his beautiful pink tip to his unshaven base. “hmm, now your top.” he groans.

♡ you noticed the more you resisted, the more his cock ached. “please don’t make me.” you whimpered out as you tilted your head to the side, a chill running up your spine as you watched his cock leak even more.

♡ he pressed another button, “one.”

♡ you forced more tears down your cheek as you pulled off your top, your clothes lying beside you. he slid the keys to you, grinning as he watched you snatch it from the ground. you reach out from the bars and unlocked your cell, dropping on your knees in front of him.

♡ he runs his hand through your hair, gripping it as you lick from the base to the tip of his cock. he looks down at you, smirking, as you look up at him with your messy eyeliner and mascara running down. “poor baby, hadn’t had cock in hours. so desperate for a dribble of cum, hm?”

♡ “mhm..” drips oozes out of your pussy onto the tiles, you whine as you swirl your tongue around his cock. sending vibrations down his cock, swallowing the salty, sticky fluid. as you entered more of him inside, he forced the rest deep inside your throat.

♡ “your throat feels so nice, baby..” his head is pulled back, groaning at the sound of your gags, not daring to look at your messy face cause he knows he’ll cum at the sight. “bet you’re happy that you got caught, hm?”

♡ you slide him off your mouth with a pop for a moment, stroking him as you talk, “yes, yes… m’ so happy..” you immediately continue to deepthroat his cock, feeling it twitch as you hallow your cheeks.

♡ “i’ll call the cops if you don’t swallow every fucking drop.” he orders before cumming down your throat. his load was too big, dripping down his cock and your chin. “all. of. it.” he looks down at your fucked up face.

♡ “yes, sir..” swiping your finger to slide the excess cum into your mouth. looking into his hooded eyes with a sultry look before entering one of his sacks his mouth.

♡ despite just cumming in your mouth, his cock still hard. watching you as you suck his most sensitive place, his cock twitching, “of course you’re fucking experienced.”

♡ you giggle, “i would’ve drank it all regardless, mikey..”

♡ he grins, “you can keep your shit. next time i won’t be so nice, though.”

♡ “thank you, sir. :3”

thank u for reading and yes you said :3 out loud :33333

#mike schmidt #mike schmidt x reader #mike schmidt x reader smut #josh futturman #josh hutcherson #josh futturman x reader #josh futterman x reader smut #lamb writes

[larluce]

HOW I IMAGINE ARTHUR GAVE MERLIN HIS PURPLE SHIRT

Merlin enters Arthur's room while Arthur is looking at some papers on his desk.

Merlin: Did you call me, sir?

Arthur: (absentmindedly) Oh yeah, you see that shirt on my bed?

Merlin heads to the bed and picks the shirt.

Merlin: Yeah, it's very nice. You don't usually wear this color. Do you need me to dress you, my lord?

Arthur: No, I want you to drow it.

Merlin: What?!

Arthur: It's old, it's no use to me.

Merlin: It doesn't look old, it's in perfect condition.

Arthur: Yeah, but it doesn't fit me anymore, get rid of it.

Merlin: (angry) Are you going to drow a perfectly useful item of clothing just because it no longer fits? Do you know how many children out there barely have anything to cover themselves with?―

Arthur: Merlin―

Merlin: Most peasants only have two changes of clothes. I've only had two shirts in my entire life! When one didn't fit anymore, my mother turned it into a new nekerchief for me, because we do know the value of things, but of course, here, his royal pratiness who has towers and towers of clothes, doesn't care―

Arthur: Merlin―

Merlin: You could at least give it to someone who needs it! I can't believe you're so―

Arthur: (irritated) If it bothers you so much, why don't you keep it?!

Merlin: (shocked) ...What?

Arthur: You said you only have two shirts, right? It wouldn't hurt if you had one more for a change. It's boring to always see you in the same clothes.

Merlin: I...

Arthur: And seriously with how I pay you, despite your ineptitude, I'm surprised you still only have two changes.

Merlin: I'd rather send the money to my mom. She needs it more. Here I already have everything I need.

Arthur: ...

Arthur: Anyway, if you're not going to keep it, drow it away, it's your decision.

Merlin takes the shirt and brings it to his chest. A pleasant sensation growing there, as did the heat on his cheeks.

Merlin: Thank you, Arthur.

Arthur: (smiling slightly) You're welcome

Merlin: (very happy) ¡It's the best birthday present I've ever been given!

Arthur stops what he's doing and stands abruptly from his seat.

Arthur: (shouts, surprised) It's your birthday?!

Merlin: (nods) More or less. I don't know the exact day but my mom says I was born at the end of October.

Arthur: I thought peasants didn't have birthdays.

Merlin: Yes, normally cause most don't know how to count, much less keep track of the days of the month, they tend to be guided more by seasons than anything. But my mom does know how to count, so... We never celebrate it, anyway. Throwing a party for the day of your birth is a luxury only nobles can afford, you know?, but she always prepared my favorite food for me on my birthday. (Smiles at the memory)

Arthur: Why didn't you tell me?

Merlin: (shrugs) You never asked. Nobody really. Everyone assumed like you that I didn't even know when I was born. Only Gaius asked me once and since then he always brings me dessert from the cook if there is any left over those days. Today they made plum cake! (Very happy) I hope there is some left, it's my favorite. (plays with the fabric of his new shirt)

Arthur: ...

Arthur: (composing himself and smiling) Well, Happy birthday then.

Merlin thanks him once again and leaves the room still with the huge smile plastered on his face.

#bbc merlin #arthur and merlin #merlin #merthur #merthur prompt #merlin fanfic #merthur fic #merthur fanfic #merlin fic #merlin bbc #merlin x arthur #merlin and arthur #merthur bbc #bbc merthur #My merthur prompts #My merthur headcanons

[vilsoo]

CRUEL INTENTIONS⌇GETO, GOJO, NANAMI.

warnings. manipulation, toxicity, taboo, gangbang/train, professor(s) x student, double penetration, oral (m.receiving), unprotected sex, bukkake, slight sir kink.

pairings. prof!geto, prof!nanami, prof!gojo x f!reader. reader is at least 20+ and attends college.

word count. 4,100+

summary. it seems your three favorite professors all have something in common; they have an eye for you as their top student in class. but when your dirty secrets with them are suddenly exposed, you’d do anything for them just to save your precious reputation...

Lying is the most fun a girl could have without having to take off her clothes. But it’s better if you do.

It’s quite amusing to see how far you’ve come, having three different men wrapped around your finger. Specifically your professors. You know the game you’re playing is dangerous. You know what’s bound to come if the truth unfolds. But how could you resist having your precious little ego being boosted? The pleasure, the rewards, the entertainment, the feeling of being desired and loomed over… All you had to do was blind your target with your radiance, stimulate their mind until their obsession over you worsens, and achieve your satisfaction out of it.

All it is to you is just innocent fun, a road paved to your entertainment and delight. Driving the dangerous wheels ‘till you break more than one broken heart. You believed that men were just so easy to toy around with. So easy to toy around with until you get bored.

The first man was your law professor; Gojo Satoru. Such questionable grades you had in his class lead to small conference periods and then tutoring sessions. He was curious. Way too curious. It took him one peak on your personal life, a fake narrative you made up of your struggle at college and back home. Though Professor Gojo was skeptical of your made-up sob story, he was rather intrigued of you deep down. Taking you in, invading his mind everytime he sees you in class. It wasn’t until those discussions escalated; nonstop praising you for being a good, obedient girl for him during tutoring sessions.

“You were making it so obvious you wanted me to fuck you exactly like this. Bent over my desk just for me to ruin this pussy… I’ll release all my stress out on you.”

You take thrill of how easy it was having him wrapped around your finger. It was a rocky process along the way; to fully convince the smart man that you feel the same way he does about you. And you finally got what you desired; the beautiful rewards. Good grades, a place for being his top student, and hardcore sex with him in his office after class. It’s just a fun game for you to play with his mind and feelings to get what you want.

Of course, you grew bored of just one man looming over you. You needed more. You needed the fulfillment and ego boost of playing with a man’s feelings for your own pleasure and your reputation. It wasn’t until the second man, your culinary professor Nanami Kento, was also enticed by you.

It’s fascinating to know there are various ways to win a man’s heart. One is through his stomach, and Nanami’s absolute weakness is a woman who can cook and bake well. Nanami’s observed your culinary skills, slowly growing tantalized and captivated by not only the food you made, but by you. He was a good looking man to you, even treats you like you’re already his top student in class. To return his attention, you would leave special treats for him after class with a little note.

“Mm… You taste so sweet. Grind on my tongue. Show me how much bad you wanna cum.”

Sweet treats and flirty little notes had lead to special “cooking sessions” with him after class. Sometimes you’d give him a blowjob to relieve his stress. Sometimes he’d let you lie on the counter and eat your pussy. He’d even bend you over, holding your leg up, and hammer into you relentlessly. You loved his dirty talk and the way he fingers you while you’re in his lap, able to make you squirt as lewd as possible. Filthy kitchen sex was the best reward for you when classes are finished and you were bored. When Professor Gojo wasn’t available, Professor Nanami it is.

A few weeks later, a unique scenario with another one of your professors gave you a different kind of fulfillment. English professor Geto Suguru, the first man to fulfill his mission of chasing after your heart and not just your body. This is what you feared the most; the man wanting whatever you had to be more than just a fling.

You wanted to ghost him. You wanted to break his heart right there and then. But you held back when Geto offered more than just good grades, good rankings, and a good reputation for you in college. Outside of school, it caught you completely off guard when he satisfied your materialistic needs. Just as you satisfied him, he offered for you to spend the nights in his luxurious penthouse whenever you wanted. Aside that, he also offered to help pay for half of your tuition. He helped pay back your student loans. He treated you with designer clothes, bags, shoes, and money straight to your bank account.

And all you had to do to keep a man like him in his life… was “love” him back the way he loved with you. He mentioned to you eloping with him when you graduate. As much as you found marriage and settling down repulsing, turning away from this opportunity would make you lose everything you had. And maybe deep down… the more you spend time with your sweet English professor, you had underlying feelings for him as well. You wouldn’t dare deny it.

Sex with Professor Geto was like Heaven on earth. He prefers to treat you with royalty since he cherishes you deeply, prefering to fuck you in his penthouse with a nice view rather than a classroom. In the car, in the shower, on his large couch by the fireplace… this fling was bound to become a secret relationship with him and you couldn’t do much except endure it for your own benefit. You loved it. You loved how whipped he was for you. You loved how he’d do anything just to make you feel good. Aside Professor Gojo and Professor Nanami, Professor Geto was the man you’d see every weekend.

“Look at how good you’re taking my cock. I know you love when I treat you like this. Let me make love with you, sweetheart. Let me taste your pussy again later.”

All these sneaky links with your three professors, yet you treat them all the same as an ego boost and your entertainment. They were your perfect little boy toys. Professor Gojo would be Mondays, Wednesdays, and Thursdays. Professor Nanami would be Tuesdays and Fridays. Professor Geto would be the whole weekend and student holidays. It was all going according to plan throughout the semesters.

But it wasn’t until a staff meeting with these three took place. When Nanami found a video of you and Geto, things escalated heavily…

You nearly tremble where you stand, heart beating thickly and erratically when you found yourself cornered. You refused to speak, refused to move your body the slightest at how unprepared you were for the horror before you.

You see Professor Geto laid back in his seat, legs propped up on his desk as he kept twisting his ring. The same ring he gave you. Nearby was Professor Gojo leaning against the corner of his desk, arms folded as his impassive gaze drifts to you. Then behind you was Professor Nanami who leaned against the wall and stuffed his hands in his pockets. It felt like he was inspecting your body language and reaction, how you’d react to such a scenario you never thought would occur.

“You came,” you heard Geto speak darkly, the baritone in his voice reverberating in your head. In the back of your mind, you wished that he would speak to you like that when it was only you two. Curling his finger at you to walk to him as if you were having a punishment. Was it bad that you were slightly turned on by this, but at the same time scared shitless?

You had to think of something quick. Maybe they actually don’t know. Maybe they didn’t find out. Maybe it was just by coincidence all of your favorite boy toys were in the same room who knew you, but you didn’t know all of them at once.

“I— I’m sorry. I think I’m in the wrong room.” You quickly whirl around and grabbed the knob, ready to get the hell out of Geto’s classroom until Nanami stretched his arm out and slammed the door shut, preventing your escape. The loud slam caused your heart to falter, chest tightening from your anxiety and your fear that they already know.

“You sure about that?” Nanami rose a brow, his mutter so taunting yet chilling to you the same way Geto spoke earlier. Punishment could go various ways, and as much as you wanted it to escalate in the most filthy way possible, you didn’t wanna face the shame. It would tear your perfect ego. It would cost everything you worked for to fall.

But then again, did you truly belong to any of these men?

“Who told you to leave?” The dark-haired professor spoke again. “I specifically called you here for a reason. We specifically called you.”

Professor Gojo stood straight, adjusting his tie. “You know her as much as I do, Suguru. She never listens until she gets what she wants.”

Your body was growing hot. Your palms started feeling clammy. Behind was Nanami’s presence creeping up to you and slamming his hands on your shoulders, causing you to flinch.

“You didn’t think we’d find out who you’ve been seeing this whole time?” the blond man muttered in your ear. “Such a coincidence that you’ve been fucking my close friends behind my back.”

“Our backs,” Professor Gojo corrected, his nose flared in exasperation. “You told us that we were special. You told us that you’ve never felt this way about a man before. You said the same, recycled shit to us only so you could use us for sex and whatever you want.”

You needed to steer the attention away from the accusations and maintain composure. It was always your ego and feelings before each of them. But before anything else escalates, you resorted to putting on an innocent façade, playing victim in order to set things your way and save yourself. Save what you had with them so you could continue getting what you wanted. Play with their emotions. Let them know who’s in control. Make them fall for every pretty little lie you say.

“. . . What? Use you for sex?” you protested with feigned perplexity to Gojo, slipping yourself from Nanami’s grip. “You’re the nicest professors I’ve known and I’d never treat you that way. I wouldn’t treat any of you like that! I’m your top favorite students, how could you say something so awful about me like that?”

“Enough with that bullshit, Y/N. There’s video evidence of you and Geto having sex together. What do you have to say about that, hm?” Nanami says coldly.

There was a pause. In that moment, there was no way for you to victimize yourself out of this and escape the Hell you created. You imagined the video playing on Geto’s phone, feeling your stomach sink. You admitted the tragic defeat deep down, shattering your heart that you nearly teared up. It even felt so humiliating all of this had to end up this way. The rewards, the satisfaction, the excitement of three men whipped for you regardless— all of it crumbled down on you now that the truth is out.

“You wanna know what you really are?” Professor Geto suddenly spoke impassively. “You’re just a little whore, aren’t you? Letting anyone with a cock fuck you just to raise your grades? Give you money? Cater to your sweet tooth?”

“A manipulative, spoiled, bitch that’s only good for sex,” Gojo chided. “I bet that’s what you thought of us as this whole time. Just your little boy toys good for sex.”

Professor Geto clenched his teeth, his jawbones more refined when pissed off. “You can’t lie to us anymore. We know what the hell you’ve done. Lying and manipulating your way out of this won’t get you out of here.”

You were running out of options. But that doesn’t mean there weren’t an infinite amount of ways this intervention could go. This doesn’t mean you look weak before them. So, you resorted to something that could possibly save you. Not the relationships at all— just you and your reputation. You knew the men long enougha and assessed their weaknesses when it comes to you and what makes them more enticed with you. Somehow, you can tell there was another underlying tension in the classroom between one another, rather than your dirty little secrets getting exposed. Geto kept narrowing his eyes at the two other professors speaking, specifically Nanami right next to you.

Your expression turned nonchalant, completely tossing away your innocent, fragile façade and narrowing your eyes at the three gentlemen. If you could poke on Geto’s soft spot for you, maybe the attention could divert from you to the others in jealousy. He was in love. He would do anything for you. You can see the man so deeply hurt inside it seemed pathetic. At such vulnerability, it would be fun to trivialize all of their feelings. Make this about them, not you. Shift the blame on them as a taboo for having sex with a college student, and not on you for being a “whore” as they say.

“Fine,” you spoke impassively. “I admit that was our video, sure. Feel whatever you wanna feel about me. But overreacting and going out y’alls way to expose me? After what I’ve done to keep all of you gentlemen happy?”

Completely neglect how upset they are. Only you should be the upset one.

Your gaze suddenly settles softly into Geto’s eyes like you were hypnotizing him. “If we’re talking about lying, you can’t deny that you wanted what we had to be more than just a fling. And now you’re gonna shame me in front of your friends? I don’t think you should feel that way after you told me you loved me, Suguru.”

There was a pause. Professor Geto felt his heart stutter when you sauntered to him with doe eyes and a coy façade. The honey in your voice as you spoke tentatively. The way your gleaming eyes weaved through his, and the lovely sight of your figure up close. He hated the way you’re playing coy. He hated how you left him ashamed. He hated that he couldn’t resist how adorable you looked in front of him it pissed him off.

“You— you said you love her?” Gojo suddenly sputtered as he glared at Geto, repulsed.

“Such bullshit,” Nanami interrupted bitterly. “When we found that video, all of us started putting the pieces together. It really ruined my fucking day that a student I have a personal relationship with is also having… other personal relationships with my coworkers. Making her feel good every other day when it should only be me.”

“Oh, really now?” The frost-haired professor retorted in defense. “You’re fucking the same girl as me and you don’t think of how I feel after finding out? You think you own her or somethin’?”

“She was never ours in the first place, jackass,” Nanami hissed. “Not like you had a special connection with her anyways. You just fuck her after school and that’s all.”

“So do you, Kento. You’re nothing special to her either and we just argued about this before she came. Now, Suguru. You better not fucking tell me you’re in love with this student right now.”

“No, she— she’s right…” Geto mumbled, his mind overstimulated between anger and infatuation.“I’ve had a special connection with her outside of school. We’ve already had this fucking conversation before she came. I’m the one that had real chemistry with her.”

“Really? Just by helping her pay for her tuition and giving her matching rings?” scoffed Nanami. “You can’t buy love with your fuckin’ money.”

“Yeah, and how do you know she loves you back anyways?” Gojo gibed.

The intervention was steering the way you wanted to be until Gojo’s question. Although you secretly enjoyed the argument and having the tension turned away from you, you had to stop it right there. You had a perfect idea that just popped in your mind. And thinking about it excited you deeply, feeling your cunt furtively throbbing.

“Guys, guys…” you chimed in with your demure voice, stepping closer in the circle of the three men. “I thought y’all were all good friends, why argue? There are better ways to handle this besides arguing.”

After the room fell silent, Gojo gave a look that read, you thinkin’ what I’m thinkin’? Nanami and Geto glanced at each other with underlying skepticism, until, you reach both your hands out and caress their arms as if you were closing the circle. A sigh falls from your lips when all of them had their eyes on you, once again blinded by your radiance and beauty that they fell for. Gojo can feel your hand travel up his arm so tenaciously, the sweetness of feeling your skin sending a gut feeling in his stomach.

Even though they know what you’ve done, they can never resist the temptation of drinking the heavenly sight of you, desiring nothing more than to have you as theirs. They were whipped for you, regardless. You can see it on each of their eyes. They were possessive. They were enraged. They couldn’t walk away from this, let alone speak under your authority. Your provocation, your prowess, your muse… they can’t escape it.

“You know, if one of you can’t have me… then how about all of you have me at the same time?” you smirked, the deadliest smirk corner to wicked corner of your sweet lips. “It’s better to take your frustrations out on me like you guys always do. You can do whatever you want.”

Professor Gojo slanted his head, glancing at Nanami and Geto, then to you. “Whatever you want, you say?”

“Whatever. You. Want.”

Professor Geto cupped your cheek, raising your face to look at him and nearly melting at the sight of your doe eyes. “We’ll make a deal. If you don’t want us to expose you and ruin your reputation here, you better show how much of a dirty girl you are for us.”

“You truly are a fuckin’ whore, aren’t you?” sneered Professor Nanami, inching closer to you to caress your waist until he squeezes your ass.

This is exactly how you resolve a conflict with your sneaky links.

In that moment, you were too elated. The sounds of belts unbuckling, slacks unzipping, and your soft gasps of desperation sent the professors ablaze. Like a pack of wild animals during a hunt, it was as if they came up with a plan and were carrying it out together as a team without the need for words. You offered your mouth and hands for them, catering to their hard cocks sitting on your face.

“That’s it, sweetheart,” Nanami sighed out, throwing his head back. “You know just how I like it.”

You can feel Gojo’s fingers suddenly probing into your pussy and rubbing over your clit. You mewled on Nanami’s cock as he fingered you while Geto jerked off to this sinful sight. It has been a dirty little fantasy you briefly thought about— to get fucked in the most nastiest and filthiest way by all your favorite professors.

“Aw, you must be loving this, aren’t you?” Gojo held your chin when Nanami slipped his cock out, his warm fingers feeling your tongue. All you could reply was a moan and a weak nod, your eyebrows furrowed when he kept fucking your pussy with his fingers.

“You’ll address all of us as sir, understand?” Geto ordered as his cock was already coated with precum rubbed on your face.

“Yes. Yes sir,” you weakly uttered before he shoved his cock all the way down your throat. He grabbed your head and pushed it back and forth, softly groaning at the sensation of your throat around him. You never disappoint him with the head you give him.

Everyone in the room can hear how wet you are, how much you’re enjoying yourself. Your cunt was ready for all of them, so slick and puffy you couldn’t wait longer for them to make you cum. Your clit was ready, hard and twitching and straining from Gojo’s stimulation; so cruel and merciless, just like anytime he fucked you during tutoring sessions.

“Fuck, fuck, fuck,” Geto grunted out, hearing you choke on his sweet cum when he released in your mouth and coating his cock like honey on a stick.

“Get her on the desk,” said Nanami.

The men were aggressive. The men were greedy. The men were like animals. You grew wetter and wetter with every rough move they made on you, like Geto ripping open your top from his impatience and Gojo shoving your skirt up to your waist. He laid down on the desk and sets you on top of him in reverse cowgirl, his cock ready for you to sit on.

“You may have taken us one at a time, but can you handle us all at once?” Geto teased, his dick rubbing the folds of your open cunt.

“Fuck… please, please, please,” you whimpered, already overstimulated from such arousal your pussy and your thighs were glimmering with pools of wetness. “Please, sir. I want all your cocks in me. I want you to use me as you wish. Fuck me like the dirty slut I am.”

Gojo spanks your ass from beneath. “We know, baby, we know. Sit on my cock, princess. You know what to do. Ride me and let Suguru and Kento see how well you take me.”

You obeyed, spreading your legs further and inserting his dick into your cunt it made your head cloudy from the intensity. You proceeded to buck your hips back and forth, then use your lower body strength to bounce on him while circling your hips. Your moans were so uncontrollable, so raw and useless to maintain when he kept hitting the right spot like always in your cunt.

Gojo held onto your hips and threw his head back at how good you’re taking him. Your thighs were starting to quiver. You can feel an orgasm nearing. You can feel all the tension build up. But before you were about to hit your high, Gojo forces you to stop moving and slide his cock in your asshole, causing you to mewl louder. That’s when Geto dipped his cock into the combined wetness of your pussy, thrusting a few times that your mouth fell agape. Your pathetic moans filled the room, too brainless at how harsh the professors were fucking your holes. Nanami stood on the desk and grabbed your head to make you suck him off. Your holes were all occupied at the same time.

“Fuck. You look so hot right now,” grunted Geto as he pushed your legs further to spread them wider. “Gonna keep cumming in my fucking pussy. Take everything.”

Your cunt was becoming overly slick with the copious amounts of cum that was being pumped into it, dripping between your legs and onto Gojo’s cock. Your ass was stretched, more than it had ever been, from the ongoing penetration then withdrawal of their cocks, with the different sizes and with different positions.

Soon you were bent over the desk, Nanami fucking you while you sucked off Gojo. Then you were on top of Geto on the carpet, thrusting into you like an animal in heat as you took turns sucking off Gojo and Nanami. Multiple positions and multiple orgasms lead to a huge mind break. Not a proper sentence could be formed with such slurred speech and exhaustion.

You were a whore that was good for nothing but a fuck. A depository for the professor’s cum, just holes for fucking and a toy to torture. Your cunt was now battered and bruised, ass slapped multiple times raw by their strong, masculine hands, and both holes stretched and aching from the amount of cock. Even when they weren’t inside you, the continual pounding and the oozing cum throbbed in your walls. The professors let you on the floor again, releasing their cum all over your face and body. You were too drained to swallow them all, letting the rest of your energy allow you to mutter a simple, “thank you sir.”

And just like that you were left alone in the classroom with your body laid on the desk; draped in their cum.

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#jujutsu kaisen various #gojo satoru smut #jujutsu kaisen smut #jjk smut #professor geto #professor gojo #professor nanami #geto suguru smut #nanami kento smut #geto x reader #gojo x reader #nanami x reader #jujutsu kaisen x you #gojo satoru x reader #geto suguru x you #nanami kento x reader

[vendetta-ari]

HAPPY VALENTINE'S DAY MY LOVES!!

heres a free valentine's gift from me to you, yall deserve it. I'm rlly grateful for you all and ily all sm, mwah!~

♡Headcanons for valentines day♡

~Lucifer~

-He would be panicking the entire month of february trying to figure out what to do for valentine's day.

-He wanted it to be perfect- no, it needed to be perfect 

-You didn't deserve anything less than perfection, after all.

-Luci would go all out, almost going bankrupt for you.

-Buying you a big duck plushie, buying the finest and most delicious chocolates, taking you to the fanciest dinner in all the rings of hell, and afterwards having some pretty romantic and soft sex.

-The morning after, he'd cook you breakfast in bed and watch your favorite movie with you. (he's such a cutie omfg..)

~Velvette~

-Posts all your dates for the day on social media

-speaking of, your valentine's day is packed with her, not a moment of silence and peace

-And she's organized it all, I mean.. only the best for her dolly, right?

-You start off with breakfast in bed, then you go clothing shopping and a “quick” photoshoot. after that you travel down to the lust ring to go to ozzies, then you go to a hotel there and fuck the rest of the night away

-the morning after you go back home and velvette brags to the other vee's

-She then cuddles you and take a nap during her break, before being woken up by an angry Valentino.

~Sir pentious~

-Almost completely forgot about valentine's day until the day after

-you asked him to be your valentine's, he was too nervous and scared to ask lmfao

-He takes you on his floating ship and shows you the prettiest sights in hell, afterwards you two stop by a lake and have a picnic and cuddle

-When you two get home you makeout and the fall asleep in eachothers arms <3

-The next morning you have some really nice morning sex, riding him until he's dizzy

-after that you both go for a walk, not leaving each others side for a minute.

~Angel Dust~

-Valentino has him working really late on valentine's day, to your dismay.

-you chill out with fat nuggets until he gets home, falling asleep next to him :)

-When be gets home he's in a pretty bad mood, you try and cheer him up and share a few drinks with him, giving him a gift

-You hand him some roses and some if his favorite snacks (besides you)

-Later the two of you cuddle the night away and fall asleep in eachothers arms, he needed the break I suppose.

-The next morning he takes you out to dinner as an apology, buying you your favorite foods and talking away the night with you.

~Vox~

-Asks you a week in advance and plans the whole thing perfectly.

-acts like a madman if everything doesn't go according to schedule.

-Gets out of work for his cute little doll, he definitely doesn't regret it either despite all the work he missed.

-Makes you breakfast In bed, and picks out your outfit for the day, taking you to an incredibly fancy dinner.

-After that you two go home, and have the most mind breaking sex and fall asleep in eachothers arms

-The morning after he runs both of you a bath and you two clean up. then he brings you to work with him, while he's busy with business call your sitting on his lap, still sore from valentine's day

~Valentino~

-your basically begging to hang out with him and go on an actual nice date instead of him just fucking your brains out

-Reluctantly he goes on a date with you after hours of convincing 

-you watch horror movies with him at ypur house, totally not bc he wants you to cuddle up next to him in fear

-After watching a bunch of movies he ends up fucking your brains out on the couch.

-the next morning val is nowhere to be seen except for a note on the kitchen table that reads “Thnks for the grate tiem I liekd the movies. 

~Valentino"

-He's really gotta work on his spelling. you thought to yourself while smiling.

~Alastor~

-Asks you to be his valentine's via a letter

-He takes you to Rosie's diner and you're only a little bit scared and creeped out by that.

-After taking you to Rosie's, he takes you to a lake with a picnic blanket laid out and wine and whiskey on it.

-Before getting too drunk you both walk back into the hotel, talking and laughing the nights away.

-When you two get back to the hotel, you decide he's been too stressed with the extrmanations so you give him head before you both go to sleep and cuddle.

-the morning after he returns the favor, making you unable to walk for the rest of the day <3

Hope yall enjoyed your gift!

-xoxo, Ari

#hazbin hotel #writing #vox x reader #angel dust x reader #velvette x reader #sir pentious x reader #valentino x reader #valentine's gift #valentines day #hazbin hotel headcanon #hazbin hotel x reader

[rodolfoparras]

Woke up and thought: I need TF141+Rudy to be my princesses!! But then my brain went to Price as my princess!! (I tend to be one of those people who is kind of like mom friend, but also guard dog??? Protective as hell but absolutely remembers small details about you and somehow just knows your emotional state??? So I guess my brain was like: GIVE THEM THE PRINCESS TREATMENT!! ☠️🤧)

He’s older and has always been this gruff masculine man. Every partner he’s had has always been his princess, and while he did love it, something in him tugged and tugged until he realized it was wanting and jealousy.

So of course when you join and despite the profession you’re in, you’re so kind. Not in the sweet bbg way, but in the “I will take care of and protect you no matter what” sir yes sir way. And it throws him for a loop!

But he sees the positive affect, how around base the tension the TF used to carry despite being safe is ebbing away. And that tug of want absolutely starts to burn inside of him.

You’re not even this hulking beast of a man, but something about you just screams safety and protection. And the way you take care of them all, has a wave of heat flashing through him. The way you subtly check on Ghost because anything too overt feels patronizing to him, the way you make sure Soap can calm his anger properly and give him you to vent to, making sure Gaz is truly alright after a difficult choice and making sure he feels settled. But the way you check on him is just… more.

Hand at the small of his back, to let him know you’re there. Somehow you figured out physical touch grounds him. Giving him water and even bringing him food when he’s been too focused on paperwork. Somehow noticing all his little quirks and tells, and always being there when he needs it despite the fact he can do this by himself. Hell you’re the only one to figure out that he gets hangry… well more so grumpy hungry and always get him his favorite.

So of course he has to ask, granted he’s nervous but he does. And somehow it just leads to you giving him the full blown princess treatment he’s always wanted. Hell, that pool of arousal in his gut becomes ever so present when you actually call him princess! (Not forcible feminization, just princess title ☺️)

Idk I just want Price to be my princess, Gaz to be my princess, Soap to be my princess, Ghost to be my princess, and Rudy to be my princess. 🤧🤧 I want to love and dote on those idiots so much!

(If anything made you uncomfortable pls let me know! I will apologize! <33)

🐻‍❄️-

Hear me out sugar..

1.

It first started when you bought a new bucket hat for him. He’d jokingly complained that one more rough landing to the ground and his bucket hat would fall apart.

You had stepped up offered to buy him a new, being fully serious about it too

He had accepted the offer, even jokingly said he’d buy the most expensive one to make a whole in you wallet

But he found himself frozen in place when you picked out the most high end store for outdoor clothes.

He didn’t even know what to say when you walked ahead of him over to where the hats were displayed, searching high and low for the perfect bucket hat.

You hadn’t even asked for his size but instead put different types of hats on him, standing so close he could feel your knees knocking together, calloused fingers grazing his skin as you felt the material under your fingertips, feeling heat creep his cheeks as your eyes stayed glued to him.

For the first time he feels an unfamiliar sort of feeling bubbling up inside of him.

2.

Undercover missions were his least favorite type of missions. It involved a lot of play and pretended and visiting place he usually wouldn’t be in, like a bar full of people half his age, drunk out of their minds and barely able to stand upright.

Price enjoyed a pint or two but this was way too much for his taste, had a grimace painting his face, something you quickly noticed.

“Not a fan?” You say, chuckling at the man’s obvious distaste.

“Never been” Price responds, carefully weaving his way through the floor of dancing bodies, with you following swift behind.

“How about I buy you a drink?” You don’t even turn to him to see the look on his face, already signaling for the bartender.

You hadn’t turned around to ask him his prefered drink already knowing it by heart for whatever reason, and once again he finds himself frozen in place, from utter confusion.

The bar was full of people but somehow you had managed to snag a chair for him, signaling for him to take a seat while you’d be left standing and once again he found himself speechless but sat downin anyway. As he takes a sip of his drink he notices your eyes on him.

“Good?” You ask, carefully gauging his face and once again he feels heat creep up his ears neck and cheeks, only managing a nod to your question.

“I’m just going to the bathroom real quick,” you say with a sheepish smile on your face and maybe he’d chid you for picking the worst moments to do your needs but he couldn’t focus on anything else but your hand on his elbow, your hot breath caressing his face and the way your cologne assaulted his senses as you leaned into him.

All he can do is nod in response before he continues to sip his drink, praying the liquor will keep him from saying something stupid.

It’s only been a couple of minutes that you’ve been gone before someone’s approaching him and attempting at making small talk.

Although he politely answers the stranger’s questions, it’s visible that Price is uncomfortable, shoulders rigid, smile forced and fingers fiddling with a napkin forgotten at the bar.

Suddenly there’s an arm around his waist, and he stiffens further before your cologne hits his sense and he feels himself relax in your embrace.

He doesn’t know what you had said to the other man all he could focus on is the warm palm on his back, fingers tattically brushing against the silver of his skin peeking through the shirt he’s wearing. But whatever you had said made the stranger nod his head, glass raising in the air before he walks away.

“Thank you” Price says, turning to you with a soft smile on his face

“Just doing my duty captain” you say with a smile on your face as you pull your hand away from his waist.

Another unfamiliar feeling bubbles up in his gut, this one he doesn’t like so much.

3. He once again finds himself in a bar, this time by his own choice, a place he’d picked to celebrate a successful mission.

He’d maybe had one two or three too many drinks when the world had started to spin around him, and someone, maybe soap? Maybe ghost? Had asked you to take him home.

Maybe if he’d been in his right mind he’d turn red at the fact that you were seeing him in such state, maybe if he’d been in his right mind he’d be able to feel the jolts coursing through his body from where your skin touched his. Maybe if he’d been in his right mind he realized how close you were to him, as you slung an arm around his waist, easily supporting him with your weight before taking him back to base.

Next thing he knows he’s waking up in his own room, a bit more sober than before, two bottles of water laying on his nightstand along with painkillers.

There’s even a washcloth on his bed and somehow he’s managed to strip himself down to his boxer and undershirt.

However before he could try decipher how he’d manage to do that in his drunken state, he hears his bathroom door squeak open and immediately flies out of bed, grabbing the first thing in his hand to defend himself which just happens to be-

"Painkillers? Really captain? I’d never guess that would be your weapon of choice”

There’s a brief moment of confusion, before it’s replaced with relazation and only then is he able to respond to your comment “oh piss of” he grunts out, throwing the bottle to the ground before he sits back down in his bed, hand clutching his throbbing head.

He hears you chuckle in response before the bed dips beside him.

“Here” you say, handing him the bottle he’d just thrown away.

He looks between the bottle and your face, heat creeping up his own face before he takes the pills in his hand.

Before he can even ask, you hand him a bottle of water and he does his best to ignore the jolts coursing through his fingertips as your hands briefly touch.

“Thanks” he says before he throws back the pills, swallowing them down with the water you gave him, and only then does he notice how thirst he is, quickly emptying the bottle in a matter of seconds.

“Want more?” You say, offering another bottle laying on the nightstand.

“No” he grunts out before he turns to look at you. “What are you doing here?” He says before he abruptly cuts himself off “I mean this is my room- not that you’re not allowed I mean-“ he continues to run his mouth only ever shutting up once he hears you laugh.

“It’s okay” you say waving away his worries “you got drunk and I helped you get back home, you wouldn’t let me leave though” his eyes widen at that, mouth ready to run again before you’re waving off his words with the flick of your hand “i helped you get in bed and by the time I brought you water and pain killers you had passed out, I kind of made a mess of the bathroom looking for painkillers so I thought I should fix that before I left “ you say with a sheepish look on your face.

It’s only now he realizes that you’ve been the one to strip the clothes off of him, you’ve seen every scar every mark he’d kept hidden under his clothing and once again he feels heat creeping up his cheeks.

He shouldn’t be this comfortable being touched by a stranger while unconscious but you aren’t a stranger and you’d only ever touched him with care and consideration like now as your hand is hovering over his in case he doesn’t want you touching him.

“If I made you feel uncomfortable-“

“No!” He says a bit too hasty before he corrects himself “I mean it’s alright, thank you for taking care of me”

It seems like that’s all you need to hear for the worry to trickle out of your bones, shoulders slumping and hand caressing his own.

“Alright, good” you say with a soft smile on your face hand resting atop of his own before you pull away “well it’s late and I need to go to bed or else you won’t see me bright and early in the morning” you say as you get up.

Although you probably meant the training sessions you were supposed to have in the morning he couldn’t help the unfamiliar feeling from bubbling up inside, maybe he should call it familiar since he’s felt it a couple of times now.

“Sleep well captain” you say sending him a playful salute before walking through the door.

And as the door shuts close Price realizes one thing.

He’s fucked.

#alec answers #🐻‍❄️ anon #sorry sugar I ate dinner in the middle of this but I finished it tbh this should have a much bigger Drabble but I’m letting my writers block #disappear in baby steps and this is one way djdjdj #call of duty #john price #john price x reader #john price x male reader #captain john price #captain john price x male reader #captain john price x reader #male reader #x male reader

[holylulusworld]

Your big grump

Summary: He's your grump now.

Pairing: Mobster!Bucky x Reader

Warnings: banter, language, very light smut, romance, falling in love, snowed in, enemies to lovers, fluff

Part 2

His lips move against yours, a weak attempt to silence your moans. It’s no use. You waited too long to get him in your bed…or rather on the couch at Steve’s cabin.

Bucky and you didn’t make it to the bedroom. “Fuck, doll. You feel too good,” the moment Bucky makes the mistake of moaning your name, you are done for.

“Bucky…bear…baby…” you grab his ass with both hands, returning the favor. You moan his name, stealing the little chance he had to last longer. “Come for me. Fill me up. Make me yours.”

“Y/N, don’t do this to me.” He rests his forehead against yours, breathing in your face as you run your hands up and down his back. “I wanted to last longer.”

You grin. It’s the first time since you met Bucky that he looks unsure. “Aw, you are so cute when just came.”

“You’re a brat,” he captures your lips in a messy kiss. “Good thing Steve is not around to keep you safe.” Bucky chuckles darkly.

“I thought I got you to keep me safe from now on,” you coo. “I mean. You just stole my innocence and all.”

“You weren’t innocent at all, doll. If I recall right, you were the one dragging me on top of you to split your sweet pussy open.”

“Debatable, Sir. I only remember a certain man pushing me onto the couch and having his way with me. I couldn’t do anything to keep you from taking what you want.”

“I didn’t know you could cook,” you watch Bucky flip another pancake. He insisted on making you breakfast and now, he tries his best to not burn the pancakes. “You look good in that apron.”

“You forced me to wear it,” he grumbles.

“I only tried to protect your sexy body and the shirt. It would be a shame if you’d ruin it with food. It’s my job to ruin all of your clothes.”

“That’s my line,” he points the spatula at you. “I ripped your shirt open. Remember? You were impressed by my strength.”

“I was angry because it was one of my favorite shirts, Bucky. You said that you’ll buy me a new one. Remember?”

He smirks. “How do you like it?”

“Rough, dangerous, and with a hint of sweetness,” you purr.

“I meant your coffee,” Bucky huffs. “You’re a naughty girl, Y/N. I need to keep a close eye on you.”

“I don’t know what you are talking about. I was talking about the coffee too,” you grin. “Now, make me breakfast, Mr. Barnes. I’m hungry because you wore me out.”

“Breakfast à la Bucky is on his way.” He turns around to pour you a cup of coffee. Giving you the chance to admire his back and ass. “Doll, staring is impolite.”

“I didn’t do a thing…”

“Steve, man. You finally made it out here,” Bucky tries to hide his disappointment. For over a week you had the romantic cabin to yourself. Well, you spend most of the time in bed…or on the couch with…cuddling and sex. But it was the best week of his life.

“I see you didn’t kill each other yet,” Steve grins. He looks his friend up and down, immediately discovering the hickeys on Bucky’s neck. “How was your time with Y/N?”

“Uh-we found a way to get along,” the brunette lies. Or it’s not a lie. You finally found a way to get along. Very well…

“I can see that.” Watching you hide behind Bucky’, Steve smirks. “How are you, Y/N? Did Bucky annoy you again? I bet he was a big grump.”

“No. He was actually nice. Bucky made me breakfast and kept me warm,” you clear your throat. “I meant he took care of the fireplace.”

“Buck, a word,” Steve jerks his head toward the kitchen. “I want to talk to you in private.”

You bite your lower lip, chewing on it. What if you got it all wrong and Steve is mad at Bucky now? What if he hurts him?

“So…” Steve sizes his friend up. “Did you treat her like a princess?” He quirks a brow. “I hope you asked her on a date before you got bold.”

“What? I—” Bucky huffs. “She almost pounced on me. I had no other choice but to give in and become her boyfriend.”

“I will ask her out as soon as we can leave the cabin. And there will be a lot of romance, and dates and stuff. I’ll buy her flowers too.”

Steve struggles to keep a straight face.

“Son,” he says while placing his hand on Bucky’s shoulder. “What are your intentions? You know I’m very protective over Y/N. She’s like a sister to me.”

“Good.” Steve nods thoughtfully. “That’s good.” He tilts his head to watch you sneak inside the kitchen. “I think a spring wedding will be perfect…”

#bucky barnes #bucky barnes x reader #mobster!bucky #mobster!bucky barnes x reader #Your big grump #mafia au

[redr0sewrites]

HSR Characters When Your On Your Period Hcs PT 2!

RAHH PT 2 WITH MORE CHARACTERS SINCE YALL LOVED PT 1 SM

🥀Cw: blood, periods, afab reader, mentions of period sex and smut, non-sexual nudity in himekos, mentions of cramps and headaches

🥀Pairings: jing yuan x reader, welt x reader, himeko x reader, gepard x reader

🥀minors dni with the nsfw portion

JING YUAN

the minute that jing yuan senses any form of discomfort from u, complete and utter chaos ensues

once he realizes ur on ur period, he immediately takes the day off work to pamper u senseless (much to the irritation of fu xuan)

jing yuan will carry u wherever u need to go, pressing kisses to the top of ur head and whispering softly to u

hes very mindful of ur emotions when ur on ur period, and is great at communicating how he feels and asks u to do the same so that he knows when its ok to poke fun at u and when u want him to just take care of u

he'll switch between joking around with u and trying to make u laugh and taking care of u depending on what u need from him at the moment

JING YUANS HANDS ARE DEF HUGE AND HE GIVES THE BEST MASSAGES LIKE SIR-

if ur feeling tension or pain in ur stomach or back bc of cramps expect him to give u the best massage of ur life

he can and will cook for u <3

he will let u lay with mimi, and loves silently watching the two of u just relax together big cat go brrr

jing yuan will rest with u if ur havinv a headache, turning off the lights and running his hand over ur back as u take a nap

if u need ANYTHING during ur period, say no more bc jing yuan will get it for u

hes has no problem with going to a store and buying pads, tampons, medicine, or anything else u need

when it comes to period sex, jing yuan is always dtf

he def has a size kink, hes fucking huge after all and when ur on ur period and ur so sensitive hes going feral

i feel like he would enjoy mating press in general, but when ur on ur period he especially enjoys it bc he can see how blissed out ur face is and he loves seeing ur blood and slick in a messy ring around his cock as he brings u to ur orgasm again and again

HE LOVES HOW SENSITIVE U ARE AND ABSOLUTELY WILL TEASE U AB IT, IF U GUYS HAVE TO GO TO SOMETHING FORMAL YALL KNOW HES GONNA BE TEASING U MERCILESSLY

thinking ab jing yuans large hand gripping ur thigh, trailing higher and higher to press where u want him, so close but yet so far as he whispers the filthiest things in ur ear. eventually, his hands reach ur pulsing core, pressing down against ur clit through your undergarments and watching u squirm as he circles the sensitive bud, ur pussy is so wet from blood and arousal and he just cant help but want u...

WELT

welt is totally the type to help u track ur period, he is always super prepared for when u start ur cycle and always has products ready

he is a smart guy, he knows a lot ab periods and how to deal w them and is super reliable when it comes to comfort

he also cooks for u, and would bring u breakfast in bed!!! i also feel like he'd be the type to read to u, say for example ur exhausted with all of ur cramps and wacky hormones, he'll lay in bed with u and read ur favorite book to u while the both of u eat the food he made for u

welt probably already has a stash of period supplies for u, but if u ever run out he would prob just go to himeko to get more supplies for u

welt prob has headaches of his own with all the stress he goes through on a regular basis since hes a trailblazer, and would be super comfortable to just lay with

if ur hormones r being wacky and ur upset or anxious ab something, he is a really great person to vent too cuz hes an outstanding listener and always adds good input

if ur having cramps, he already has a heating pad or ice pack ready for u

welt is the type to make u both a pillow fort to watch movies in and read in while ur struggling with ur period, so that neither of u can be distracted

if u ever get blood on the sheets/on ur clothes while sleeping, welt is never grossed out or disgusted. he understands its a regular bodily function, and will give u a reassuring hug before going to wash the sheets /clothes for u

welt is always very careful during sex, and that also comes in during period sex

he wouldnt ever want to seriously hurt u, and would be very careful during period sex

hes constantly asking if ur ok and if ur comfortable

i think welt would really be into missionary cuz its a pretty intimate position for him and he gets to see ur face and know how hes making u feel

EYE CONTACT!!!! HE IS ALWAYS MAKING EYE CONTACT

will not hesitate to go down on u and eat u out while ur on ur period, he will lay a towel beneath u two for cleanliness and then proceed to eat u out like a starved man, working his tongue and licking ur clit until ur seeing stars

pull his hair hard, it will catch him off guard and make him groan against ur pussy

hes really good at aftercare as well, brewing u some tea and running a bath and he'll give u a massage as well

welt would probably be the first to suggest period sex, esp if u had cramps bc orgasms can help w cramps

overall, supee caring and loving

HIMEKO

listen, she's prepared too

himeko has a lot of period products cuz she also has a period (duh) and likes to be prepared and is always willing to share w u

if the two of u are synced up, she will totally be fine with just being lazy all day and laying with u in bed

she enjoys admiring u and the both of u will have relaxing days doing ultimately nothing

himeko would brew coffee for u if ur tired, and would nap with u if u genuinely wanted to sleep

she would give u massages and would prob want one in return, she would def want ur shirt off tho so she can admire ur body while she massages u

she'll press kisses to wear ur having cramps while gently and soothingly running her hands up ur thighs

if ur hormonal, himeko is good to talk too bc the both of u can vent ur stress together and lean on eachother

if ur sad or crying himeko will kiss away ur tears, whispering to u softly and telling u stories ab the worlds shes visited to calm u down

now if someone MADE U CRY.... theyre getting their ass beat

if ur having cravings, she will go to any world u want to get the food u want i feel like she would be the type to have super bad cravings so she always has a stash of comfort foods locked away for the both of u to eat

cant cook for shit tho 💀 she can only brew coffee

yall will bathe together u dont have a choice- she will wash u and u can wash her, she'll sigh and hum softly as u run ur hands through her red curls-

when it comes to sex in general, himeko is either pretty rough or pretty vanilla there is no between

i feel like she'd lean on the vanilla side of things when ur on ur period, esp if shes on her period as well

she has a mommy kink, and loves to "take care of u" during period sex since the both of u are practically insatiable do to hormones

LOVES TO EAT U OUT UNTIL UR OVERSTIMULATED AND WHINING FOR HER TO STOP

I ALSO FEEL LIKE SHE WOULD BE A HORRIBLE TEASE AS WELL, TYING U UP AND ONLY PRESSING A VIBRATOR AGAINST UR WET CUNT AND TELLING U TO COME ONLY FROM THAT STIMULATION BEFORE SHE EVEN ACTUALLY TOUCHES U

she has a lot of toys, and will use them on u since ur so sensitive

a sadistic part of himeko enjoys seeing u cry from pleasure and overstimulation during sex, she definitely wants to ruin u

"aw, ur getting so worked up sweetie" she coos softly, running her fingers against ur wet slick. she pulls back, revealing her hands covered in ur blood. she proceeds to lick them dry, moaning from ur taste as the delectable and filthy act makes u whimper below her...

yo i went off for a second there anyways-

GEPARD

tbh ur prob one of the first people hes ever been with, i feel like he wouldnt have a lot of experience in dating but would try his best, he knows ab periods from his sisters but isnt super knowledgeable on them

when u first tell gepard ab ur period, he would probably instantly hug u

he would ask serval ab anything he didn't understand, and she would tease him mercilessly ab being a simp for u💀

gepard is often super busy with his silvermane guard duties but will take time off to care for u

if ur having cramps or need any supplies, he will go and buy anything and everything that u need to feel better

hed prob buy like 20 boxes of pads/tampons cuz he didnt know how much u neeeded, hes confused but hes got the spirit <3

HE CAN COOK I WILL DIE ON THIS HILL malewife behavior AND WILL COOK FOR U

MAKES U ANYTHING U WANT

if ur the type to workout and go to the gym when ur on ur period to help with cramps, he will accompany u!!!

gepard just wants to make sure that ur comfortable and happy

i feel like hes anothe person whos big on giving massages, he'd blush a little and fumble at first cuz he'd be afraid of hurting u but would be really good at it over time

gepard would play u music if u were tired and needed a nap, or would hum for u softly its so adorable

he understands that u dont say everything u mean when ur on ur period and that ur hormones can make u upset some times so if u guys ever argue he never takes it personally

if hes confused ab something he probably wont say it unless u ask him ab it, he doesnt want to seem stupid or incompetent in ur eyes

hes trying his best!!!!

if gepard heard that orgasms can help with cramps, he would def offer to help u

to yk, ease the cramps. no other reason. totally not cuz seeing u sensitive and needy turns him on...

gepard is SUCH a pleasure dom, he always puts ur needs before his esp during period sex and will make u climax from his fingers a few times before even thinking ab fucking u

would be hesitant to eat u out, but i feel like he'd really like it if u rode his face

gepard would also like u riding him in general, and he is another sucker for eye contact- seeing ur eyes roll back in pleasure from sensitivity only makes him harder, he will start thrusting into u faster, so eager to please u<3

he really enjoys aftercare as well, he'll press soft kisses all over ur body as he wipes u off with a towel and preps a nice bath for u both to enjoy <3

URGEHHRHEHEH THIS WAS SM FUN TO WRITE! i still feel like shit lmao. im considering writing a pt 3 to this if anyone has anymore hsr characters they'd like to req! hope u enjoyed!!

#hsr x reader smut #hsr x y/n #hsr x you #hsr x reader #hsr x female reader #hsr smut #jing yuan #welt #himeko #gepard #hsr jing yuan #hsr welt #hsr himeko #hsr gepard #gepard landau #jing yuan x reader #jing yuan x you #jing yuan x y/n #welt x reader #welt x you #welt x y/n #welt yang #himeko hsr #star rail #himeko x reader #himeko x you #himeko smut #himeko honkai star rail #gepard x reader #gepard x you

[mrsshabana]

"𝐘𝐨𝐮 𝐟𝐞𝐞𝐥 𝐥𝐢𝐤𝐞 𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐯𝐞𝐧, 𝐒𝐢𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫"

𝐃𝐚𝐲 𝟒: 𝐕𝐢𝐫𝐠𝐢𝐧𝐢𝐭𝐲

꒦꒷‧₊ Summary Gyutaro has been plagued by misfortune for his entire life. Until a beautiful nun decides to take him in one night, giving him much needed food and shelter. You're like an angel, forbidden to him. And he wants to take everything from you. ꒦꒷‧₊ Content Gyutaro x female!reader, 18+ MDNI, virginity, vaginal sex, creampie, public sex, religious themes. ꒦꒷‧₊ Note 2.5k words. I may have taken the virginity prompt to an extreme, but I am so happy with how it came out. Definitely ended up being some of my favorite smut I've written.

✧:･ﾟ→ Kinktober Masterlist

You had prayed for him countless times. 

The man with the ink blotched skin, gauntly frame, and sour attitude. You didn’t know his name, but you’ve been a nun for long enough to know that this man was broken. The kind of person whose life was so void of hope that the only thing you could do for him was offer a prayer.

You later learned from the locals that his name was Gyutaro. Apparently they believed he was the epitome of evil, cursed since birth. But of course you didn’t believe such nonsense, everyone was capable of salvation. Even him. 

When the chapel first opened up a soup kitchen, you’d see him come by a few times a week. But his visits slowly diminished as his presence put everyone on edge. Often getting into fights with the other people seeking food and shelter. It saddened you to know that he felt he wasn’t welcome there. 

It had been months since you’d last seen him. Until tonight.

You had been watching the rain fall from one of the chapel windows. You find the city eerily tranquil at this time of night, long after the chapel doors have been shut. And that’s when you recognized a familiar, hunched, lanky frame sulking through the darkness. 

A sudden rush of adrenaline courses through your veins when you see him. You don’t know this man, but you feel the undeniable urge to help him.

Rushing through the halls and down the stairs, you make it to the chapel doors before he’s passed. 

You push the heavy wooden door open and shout, “Sir! Sir! Would you like to come in?”

He stops and slowly turns to look at you from under his unruly bangs. His lips curl downwards in a frown - he recognizes you, but says nothing.

“We have food! And you can stay in the chapel until the storm passes,” your voice wavers as you struggle to keep this heavy door open.

He’s hesitant, but comes towards you anyways. Getting close enough to hold the door for you, making the height he has over you evident.

“Thank you,” you chime, leading him inside. 

He follows you quietly towards the candle lit room, feeling less on edge than he had been at first. He’s not sure why, but he feels calm around you. Like he can trust you. He’s usually very untrusting of others, but maybe it has to do with the fact that you’re a nun. 

You guide him over to sit in the front row of pews, which he promptly does. You can tell he’s exhausted, so you don’t waste any time. 

“I’ll be right back with a meal for you,” you say with a smile before rushing off. Gyutaro stares at you as you go, watching the bottom of your habit sway eloquently above the stone tiles.

Gyutaro waits patiently for your return, eyes scanning the altar that stands before him. He can’t help but wonder why you would allow him into such a holy space. With his tattered clothes and soiled hands, not to mention the mud he must have tracked in with his bare feet. 

His mere presence in such a place should be considered blasphemy. But yet here you are, offering him food and shelter. Your warm smile never once faltered when directed towards him. He feels a warmth grow within him, something akin to a candle being lit for the first time. 

After a few minutes you return with a bowl of soup, a loaf of bread, and a blanket. “Here you go sir,” you hand him the warm bowl which he takes eagerly. “I hope it’s satisfactory. If you’d like seconds there’s more where that came from.”

He can’t remember the last time he’s had a warm meal. A few weeks perhaps? No, it has been longer. At least a month or two. Whatever the case, he starts eating right away. Sloppily tearing at the bread and slurping the soup. Too desperate to fill his stomach with something, that he can’t manage to pull away for a moment to breathe.

As he eats his fill, you drape the blanket over his shoulders and sit beside him.

“Sister…?” he rasps, placing the empty bowl in his lap and looking at you with sorrowful eyes. 

His broken voice surprises you, “Yes, my dear?”

“What’s your name?”

It wasn’t a question you were expecting to hear, but it’s one that you’ll gladly answer. “My name is Y/N. And you’re Gyutaro, right?”

His eyes widen when you say his name, “Yes.” If you knew his name, then you must know his reputation. It causes even more questions to plague his mind.

“Sister Y/N,��� he pauses, “Why… why be so kind to me?”

“Because you are one of god’s children,” you put a delicate hand on his shoulder, “you deserve kindness just like everyone else.”

“Bullshit!” He snaps, “That’s what they all say!”

You stare at him in shock that he would dare to use such language in the chapel. He frowns and leans closer to you.

“If you were like the rest of ‘em you woulda left me on the streets too! They only pretend like they want to help me to make themselves look good. But you,” he begins to tear up, “You helped me even when no one was around. So tell me… what’s the real reason?”

He stares at you with an intense gaze, angry yet full of sadness. His arm is reached over you, hand on the arm rest, trapping you in the corner of the pew.

You take a deep breath before speaking, “Because I have a soft spot for you… I-I think it’s wrong how everyone treats you. Just because you’re different, doesn’t mean you’re bad,” you gently caress his cheek, “I think your differences make you beautiful. I don’t see a monster when I look at you. I see a broken man… a man that I want to help mend.”

His breath hitches, eyes widening and tears freely flowing as he stares at you. He’s never experienced what unconditional love felt like until now. You don’t even know him, yet you have enough love for him in your heart to help him when you know he can’t give you anything in return. 

Looking at you right now, your face radiates purity and innocence. Something he’s never once had. Gyutaro had never believed in god, but seeing you is making him think twice. You look just like an angel. 

You sit before him like a forbidden fruit. Representing all of the things he was told he could never have. He was too ugly, too foul, too wicked. Would you be willing to give him a taste? 

Gyutaro slowly leans forward, waiting, just waiting for you to push him away. But you never do. His lips collide with yours in a hesitant kiss. Slow and soft, like you were kissing a ghost. 

Your heart is filled with so much compassion for him that you aren’t able to stop yourself from crossing the line. All you want is to nurture him and mend his broken heart, and you’re willing to put your purity on the line to do so. 

Gyutaro feels the tender love and care radiating from you. He wants more, he needs more.

The kiss deepens as Gyutaro cages you beneath him. Moving a grime covered hand to your waist, feeling your form under the thick black cloth of your habit. Never in your life have you felt the lustful touch of a man, it’s so overwhelming that you immediately submit to him. Letting him do as he pleases. 

He’s gentle as he touches you, treating you as if you are made of glass as he removes your veil. Your hair flowing out, delicately framing your heavenly face. 

Gyutaro cups your face, “Sister… will you show me what love feels like?”

“Y-yes Gyutaro,” you whimper, “I’ll give you the love you deserve.” 

That’s all he needs to hear before he’s gently picking you up and moving you to sit on his lap. Pulling up your skirt to reveal the garter you’re wearing to hold up your stockings. He glides his hands over the thin fabric, admiring the way your thighs fit so nicely around his hips. So clean, so soft, so enticing - like the gates of heaven lie before him. 

You can already feel his member stiffening beneath you. You know how intercourse works, but is it supposed to feel so big? 

Gyutaro looks up at you with a needy gaze. Eyes glazed over, lips slightly parted, and pink dusted over his cheeks. He needs you. 

You don’t know what you’re doing, but you follow your body's lead and do what feels right. Wrapping your arms around his neck and kissing him softly. He holds onto your hips as you gently move back and forth, grinding on him. 

His left hand explores your thighs while his right hand gropes your clothed breasts. His fingers make their way to your panties, “May I, Sister?”

“You may,” your voice shakes nervously. His fingers slide under your panties and begin to explore your folds. Collecting your slick between his fingers and rubbing slow circles into your clit. Immediately your thighs clench and a yelp escapes your lips. Never having explored your own body before, everything feels so sensitive. 

“You’re ok,” he coos, “just gettin’ you ready for me.”

You desperately hold onto him as he continues toying with your puffy clit. Eventually you begin moving your hips, pitifully humping his hand to chase the addicting sensation. “G-Gyu,” you moan, “Something's gonna -ah- gonna happen.” You clench your eyes shut and your legs begin to tremble.

He removes his hand from your panties and holds your hips still. Could you be about to cum already? It’s only been a few minutes, and he hasn’t even put his cock inside of you yet. Despite how badly he wants to make you cum, he rather save it for when he’s inside of you.

“Don’t worry Sister, I’ll make you feel good,” he whispers into your ear. Moving his hand back under your skirt and ripping your panties off before swiftly sliding down his pants.

You regret looking down and seeing his cock spring out of his pants. The sheer size of it is enough to make you tremble in fear, “I-I don’t know if I can.”

“Shh shh it’s ok,” he tilts your chin so your eyes meet, “I’m gonna take care of you just like you did for me.”

His storm blue eyes calm you, filling you with a sense of tranquility. He doesn’t break eye contact with you as he lifts you up and positions himself at your entrance - slowly lowering you onto him. He wants to see your face contort as you take him into your virgin hole. 

You wince in pain, tensing up at the sensation of being speared on such a thick cock. When you try to look down again Gyutaro tilts your chin back up, he won’t let you look at anything but his face right now. 

There’s a lot of resistance and he has to go slow, but he’s eventually able to push through and slide fully into you. It quite literally feels like you’re being split in half. Your slick was barely any help, he’s just too big. No amount of preparation could have spared you from the amount of pain you feel.

“It-it h-hurts,” you whimper. Leaning fully into him and wrapping your arms tightly around him as tears flow from your eyes. 

You’re so close to one another in this moment, bodies flush against each other as you show your vulnerability. 

“I know, I’m sorry.” He sounds like he may be on the verge of tears himself as he wraps his arms tightly around you. Giving soft kisses to the side of your face as he lets you adjust to him. 

After a moment of euphoria he slowly starts moving his hips, thrusting up into you. 

“Mm!” You whine and hold onto him tighter. It hurts so much, but you’re willing to endure it for him. 

You feel so impossibly tight around him, almost like he’s being pushed out because he doesn’t belong. Your velvety walls are a luxury to him. He’s invading a sacred space that no one was ever meant to touch. Especially not an abomination like him. But yet here he is, thrusting into your warmth, tainting you with his corruption.

“You feel like heaven, Sister,” he moans - picking up the pace.

Even though the pain is consistent, pleasure starts to seep through and you begin to feel a sense of pleasure that’s completely foreign to you. It’s similar to how you felt when he was touching you with his fingers, but it’s more intense and goes even deeper. 

You can’t stop the breathy moans that escape your lips as he grabs your hips and bounces you on his cock. You’re too fucked stupid that you don’t even stop to think about the fact that you’re being fucked right in front of the altar. Thankfully you’re facing away from it so you don’t have to deal with the guilt just yet.

But Gyutaro is staring right at it. Each thrust into your wet cunt is an act of defilement to the chapel and to everyone within it. To all the other nuns that have turned a blind eye to his suffering, to everyone in this damn city that left him to rot. 

He rams into you harder, the sound of skin slapping echoes through the chapel. The faint glow from the candle light illuminates your angelic face when you look into his eyes. 

He knows you're close, he can feel you tightening around him. 

Sweat drips down his temple as he firmly holds onto you and fervently thrusts up into you. Your legs begin to shake and you shout, “Gyu-Gyutar-taro I’m-I’m.” You can’t manage to pull together a sentence before you’re gushing all over him. Moaning and crying as you feel a forbidden pleasure consume you. 

“Th-that’s it my angel,” he moans, “Let it all out f’me.”

He stops thrusting while you climax so he doesn’t overstimulate you, but to his surprise you start moving on your own. Mustering all of your strength to ride his cock, “Want to-to do it for you too.” You look at him with teary eyes and a shaky smile, sacrificing your comfort to make him cum. You really must be an angel. 

Gyutaro holds you close to him and enjoys the feeling of your slippery, swollen cunt gliding along his aching shaft. 

“M’gonna cum Sister, m’cumming!” He whimpers and leans forward, touching his forehead to yours before releasing inside of you. His white hot seed pumping out of his twitching cock and filling you up. A mess of fluid is left under your habit - you quickly pull your skirt down to cover your sin.

The two of you sit there for a moment, embracing each other and savoring the euphoria that washes over you. Enjoying the bliss before you have to face the consequences of your lust. 

“Thank you Sister Y/N,” Gyutaro whispers, “for showing me what it feels like to be loved.”

#gyutaro #gyutaro shabana #gyutaro x reader #gyutaro x y/n #gyutaro smut #demon slayer smut #kny smut #gyuutarou #gyuutarou x reader #kinktober #kinktober 2023

[prettyboyeddiemunson]

catholic!reader making eddie go to church after losing a bet hahahahaha

LMAO CAN YOU IMAGINE (also i got off tangent a little IM SORRY)

eddie would get up to all kinds of shenanigans during mass. he would pretend to convulse every time he looks at a cross, would pretend to be burnt when he reached into the holy water, would make some kind of comment about Jesus being ripped, and would probably fall asleep at one point before waking up to eucharist and “free food and wine.” the wine would be the highlight of his whole churchgoing experience

and don’t get me started about what he would do to her dad. he would be messing with him through the entire service and would make some comment about catholic reader. probably something along the lines of, “your daughter is more eager to get on her knees for me than she is for god,” or “there’s a lot of kneeling involved here, no wonder she can stay on her knees so long,” or one of his personal favorites: “your daughter worships my cock better than she worships god, sir.”

needless to say, eddie is not asked back to church. she would be so annoyed with him and would want him to apologize, but eddie would see nothing wrong with what he did.

“am I really wrong?” he asks.

“yes!” she says. “you know how much i love god.”

“but you also love my dick,” he says, taking her by the waist and drawing her in closer. “you know what i wanna do?”

“what?” she asks, dreading his answer.

“I wanna bend you over that altar and fuck that pretty pussy until it’s dripping,” he says, snapping her underwear against her hip.

“eddie!” she says, eyes wide. “that’s really blasphemous!”

“so?” he asks. “maybe it’ll make me wanna go back to church.”

“my dad would never allow it,” she says. “he says you’re not welcome anymore.”

“your dad just hates me,” he says, wiggling his brows. “please? just this once.”

she considers it. “fine. but i’m gonna have to confess all this to my priest.”

“ill do that for you, too,” he says. “we can go in the confession booth and play that game.”

“you’re gonna get me in so much trouble,” she says with a sigh.

“it’ll be worth it, baby,” he says. “and we can make another bet.”

“oh?”

“yep. if you like it, ill come to church with you and i’ll behave myself from now on. if you don’t like it, you can confess it all to the priest and I’ll never come back to church ever again.”

“hm…okay. but if i like it, you have to come to church every sunday and you have to wear nice clothes.”

“deal. let’s go.”

#eddie munson #eddie munson imagine #eddie munson x reader #eddie munson x fem reader #eddie munson x y/n #eddie munson x you #eddie munson blurb

[raven-at-the-writing-desk]

For the Crowley interaction event how about him getting lunch one day and a food fight breaks out in the cafeteria? It can be a mob student or a main boy that starts it I just want to know how he reacts and deals with it or not.

Enter; An Unkindness of Ravens.

Meat pie, meat pie🎵

Crowley hummed in his head as he fell into the cafeteria line. He could smell the spices and hearty game meat stewing in the kitchen. His mouth watered, eager to sink his teeth into a slice.

Students inched forward, drifting to vacant tables with trays of food and drink. The system the school had in place was streamlined, efficient--before long, Crowley was the next to be served.

“Ah, headmaster. Here for your lunch break, I see,” one of the chefs greeted. He plopped an entire meat pie onto a platter and slid it toward Crowley. "There you are, an extra-large helping of your favorite!"

"Thank you, my good ghost," Crowley responded with the tip of his hat. "Please do keep up the excellent work!"

"Anytime. I know how hard you work to keep this school running. It's the least I can do to help fill your stomach."

"Fufufu, and it is very much appreciated~"

While Crowley exchanged pleasantries with the ghost chef, he failed to take note of the students in his surroundings. The usual murmurs had grown tense, like a rope pulled in two different directions. Shifty eyes met one another, fingers fidgeting.

Then, in the midst of the tentative peace, one boy's voice rang out.

"FOOD FIGHT!"

Hell broke loose in the cafeteria. Students were suddenly out of their seats, food flying, people racing for the exit or ducking under chairs to avoid the incoming fire.

Sebek made a desperate leap to defend his liege from mashed potatoes, Jamil hurried Kalim out, using his own body as an unwilling shield. Ace and Deuce were targeting each other, and on the opposite side of the room, Epel was flinging spoonfuls of applesauce, much to his dorm members' horror. Floyd busied himself with trying to catch wayward food in his gaping mouth. Riddle shouted over the chaos, attempting to gain control of the frenzy--no one listened.

"Oh, sweet, merciful Seven!!" Crowley cried out in distress. “G-Gentlemen, let’s calm ourselves and put down the—eeeep!!”

"Take cover, sir!" the ghost chest warned, diving under a table himself.

Crowley yelped at a rogue banana chucked his way. He managed to dodge it, only to find a gravy stain blooming on his vest. The next hit was to his tray, knocking his meal to the ground in an unceremonious heap, crust ruined and meaty innards oozing out.

"M-My clothes!!" he pathetically wailed. "My meat piiiiie!!!"

The food fight continued, unaware of his plight.

A great wave of irritation overcame Crowley. They will never learn right from wrong without a stern hand to guide them.

Slamming his tray down, he seized his walking stick in its place. Magic welled up from within him, bringing about a rain of shimmering light at his command.

At once, the frantic scene was put on pause. Limbs locking, food dropping to the ground.

"Hey, what gives?"

“Why can’t I move?!”

“M-My body…!”

"That's enough of that," Crowley announced, making his presence known. He folded his arms and tutted disapprovingly. “Really, now! I expect better behavior of my students!!”

"He started it!" the boys chorused. Crowley suspected that they would be pointing at one another, were it not for his spell freezing them in place. A few dissenting voices--Riddle ("I tried to control them, headmaster!!") and Sebek ("THE YOUNG MASTER HAS DONE NOTHING TO DESERVE THIS CRUELTY! PUNISH ME IF YOU MUST, BUT NOT HIM!") only contributed to the madness.

"Regardless of who did and did not instigate, all of you will have to be reprimanded. After all, the majority of you did participate or otherwise worsened the situation once it started!!"

Crowley thrusted a finger at the floor, then the walls. They were splattered with sauces and chunks of meat and vegetables.

"You should all be ashamed of yourselves. The ghost chefs toil to prepare these delicious, nutritious meals for you growing boys--and here they are, gone to waste!!"

He waved his hand, loosening his magical hold on the boys. Buckets of soapy water and mops materialized beside them. Realizing what was coming next, they collectively groaned.

"I believe the appropriate punishment would be to clean up this mess you've made. I recommend that you hop to it--there's only so much time allotted in the school day for one's lunch break." Crowley's eyes glinted with mischief. "Fufufu, yes, yes, that will do just nicely!"

I'm such a genius~

#twst #twisted wonderland #disney twisted wonderland #Dire Crowley #disney twst #twst interactions #twisted wonderland interactions #Two Ravens at the Writing Desk

[mrsparrasblog]

STRIPCLUB GHOST

I think he wouldn't go to a Stripclub in the Canon but my brain was working again lel. You can find more on my A03: Mrsparras

Moving to England to study abroad has always been your biggest dream since you were a child, so when you graduated and were old enough, you did it. You blessed Erasmus that you wouldn't have so much debt—well, at least you thought so, but in the end, you couldn't make ends meet.

So you decided to search for a job that you could do while studying that also fit with your busy schedule, so you started to work in a strip club in Soho under the promise that you would only be a waitress and nothing more.

You stood behind the bar counter wearing the skimpiest clothes you had and prepared drinks, and to your surprise, it was fun. Even watching the stripper from far away gave you straight-up BI panic; they were also beautiful and mature.

Surprisingly, you even got a lot of tips despite not dancing half-naked around the pole. The customers all called you Angel; being the youngest and most unattainable had its perks.

One day there was a new customer who wore a Ghost mask and was a brick house of a man. He was nice to you despite looking scary.

"Come on, Bunny, tell me why you are doing this," he asked while you served him a glass of his favorite Bourbon. He was nice, always left you a good tip, and was generous. So you didn't feel the urge to lie to him; why should you?

"I need to pay bills; food and rent are expensive in Manchester."

"I see," he said, leaving this time a 60-pound tip on his 18-pound Bourbon.

"Sir, it's too much."

"It isn't Bunny; buy yourself something nice with it, okay?"

And you did buy yourself a proper meal after a long time of only eating pasta with pesto, and it was delicious.

The next day, when you went to work, you got an offer from your boss: 500 pounds for a private striptease, 120 pounds more if it turns into a lapdance. You never wanted to do this; you couldn't dance, and you were insecure about your body. But it was easy money, and you could always bottom out if it was too much for you.

"The man left this costume for you behind." Your bodyguard gave you a bunny costume with bunny ears, white soft lingerie, and a bunny tail. Oh god, what a freak. Problem No. 2: It was at least 2 sizes too small, making your tits almost fall out.

You were curious to find out who specifically requested you, and when you walked into the private room, you saw Ghost. You were smiling; you knew you could trust him, and you would lie if you said you didn't develop a crush on him the last few weeks when he slowly became your regular.

"Ghost"

"Bunny"

"So, um, do you want me to dance?"

"I want you to be comfortable, but yes, I would love watching you dance."

So you began to dance awkwardly at first, but then you enjoyed it, dancing around provocatively, shaking your ass a bit in his reaction, and he enjoyed it. The half-hour stopped, and you were a bit sad.

"It was fun, Ghost."

"It was Bunny."

You thought it would be the last time you did this, but when your bodyguard told you Ghost requested you for the rest of the week, every day your vagina made this weird butterfly-clenching thing. You would dance for him every day.

So you began to dance with him every day, even being bolder and giving him a lap dance. You touched his strong abs while circling your hips around him. You were afraid that the fabric wasn't thick enough to hide your throbbing cunt.

"Love, please don't move," he whimpered.

You looked at him in confusion and asked, "Did I do something wrong?"

"Bunny, no, just don't move."

You felt his massive erection under you, and you grinded against him again. "Do you mean because of this?"

"Stop it. I don't want to use your poverty for my gain."

"Did you call me a prostitute?" You asked him, feeling completely furious, and you would have fucked him even despite the money.

"No Bunny I'm just saying you're too good for me, okay? Im a dirty man; men like me aren't made for little sweet girls like you," he said before leaving you in utter confusion, horny, and alone.

You didn't think he would return the next day, but he did, and you refused his cash this time before going to the private suite with him.

"Why do you refuse my money? You need it, and I have enough of it."

"I don't want you to see me as a prostitute."

"I could never see you as less than an angel."

This time you didn't strip for him; you just sat on his lap and talked. He told you that he works as a police officer, even though you thought this was a lie, and you told him all about your native country, how you moved here, and how you loved it.

"All I'm saying is I don't think sex is good enough to pay for it," you claimed while laughing. The erection pressing against your thighs was something you already got used to.

"Then you were with the wrong men before Bunny; sex is great."

"It's okay"

He laughed, "You never had an orgasm before ?" his fingers trailed down on the thin fabric of your pants.

You blushed immediately and shook your head, grinding against his fingers for the smallest friction.

"That explains why you are so desperate, Bunny," he chuckled and left.

The next day, one day before your day off, you went to work again, instinctively walking to the private room where he already sat, this time shirtless. He was the picture of a perfect man with strong abs, and a blonde happy trail down to his thick erection that was only covered by his briefs.

"Sit down and give me a lapdance, please, Bunny."

You sat down on him, but this time he grinded against you, not you against him. You would love that sudden change, but you were a bit mad that he left you yesterday after calling you desperate.

"Tell me you want me, and I'm all yours."

"I don't want you," you lied to him.

"I think you want this, bunny. Don't lie to yourself." He leans in close, his hot breath tickling your ear. "I can see it in your eyes. You want me to fuck you hard and make you scream."

"No"

"Yes, you do," he insists, pulling down your costume to expose your bare ass. His hand traces the crack in your ass before dipping between your cheeks, pressing against your entrance. "Admit it, bunny. You want me inside you."

"No, I don't want you," but your body betrayed your stubborn act. You were soaking wet and a moaning mess for him. He was so hot and big, and all you wanted was to let him take care of you. Let him show you what a real man is.

"Lie to me again, and I'll make sure you regret it." His fingers begin to probe, seeking entry into your tight little hole. "Tell me, bunny. Have you ever been taken like this before? Fucked raw by a real man." He laughed at you, his voice sounding mean and dominant to his usual nice behavior. Maybe he had a stressful day, but did you care about what made you so lucky today?

"Good," he growls, finally pushing past your resistance and forcing his middle finger inside you. "Because I'm going to make sure you scream for me." His other hand moves up to grope one of your breasts through the costume, pinching the nipple hard.

"Oh fuck, Ghost."

"That's it, bunny. Let me hear you," he demands, adding a second finger to stretch you wider. His thumb rubs over your hardened nipple as his fingers thrust deeper, searching for that sweet spot inside you. "You like that?"

"No," you moaned.

"Lie to me again, and I'll gag you," he warns, pulling his fingers free with a wet pop. "Now tell me the truth." He grabs your chin, forcing you to look him in the eyes. "Do you want my cock inside you?"

You were thinking of lying again only so that he could gag you, but you needed him right now more than you needed anything in your life before. "Yes"

"Good girl," he praises, lowering his mouth to capture one of your nipples in a hot, sucking kiss. His other hand slides down between your legs, rubbing against your pleading clit.

"You've never felt anything like this, bunny?" He purrs against your skin, "You just want me to shove my cock inside you and claim you as mine, don't you?" He already knew the answer, and he was determined to give you your real first orgasm.

"I never felt like this before, Ghost."

"That's right," he agrees, standing up and pushing your legs apart. His hot breath is fanning across your wet folds as he stares down at his prize. "You're going to feel even better when I'm buried balls deep inside you."

Your pussy clenched and throbbed, and now he saw the evidence of your lust.

"You see, bunny," he says with a chuckle, "your body knows what it wants." His thick cock is at your entrance now, slowly pushing inside. The head teased the tight ring of muscles before finally breaking through with a small groan from both of them.

"Oh god, it's too big." It was bigger than the dildo that you had at home, but you liked the burn and to be filled.

"That's because you've never had a real man inside you before," he growls, starting to thrust deeper. Each movement hits your sweet spot and makes your insides clench around him. "You like that, don't you? Feeling my cock stretching you out?"

"Ghost, im going to cum," you whined as he started to stroke your hard nub while he fucked you restlessly.

"Good," he says, picking up the pace. His hips slam against yours as he takes you hard and fast. The chair creaked under their combined weight. "You're mine now, bunny," he pants out between moans. "Say it."

"Im yours, Ghost," you moaned. He continued the abuse on your pleading clit, leaving soft hits on it before starting to circle it again how you liked it. He read you like a novel that needs to be analyzed. He tried to interpret every movement of yours and intesed his flicks against your clit until you finally came, screaming and crying. Your head fell against his neck, and you bit it like a feral animal. Fuck you thought what has gotten into you.

"There's my good girl," he murmurs, he leaned down to kiss you roughly. His free hand squeezes one of your breasts as his cock continues to pound into you. "This is how a real man fucks." Simon picks up the pace even more, grinding against you as his hips smack against your perfect ass.

The head of his cock hits that sweet spot inside you, again and again, sending waves of pleasure through your body. "Fuck,"

"Ghost, please." You started to whimper, being completely cock drunk.

"Please, what, bunny?" he asks between moans. His thrusts become even more erratic as he loses control. "Do you want me to cum inside you?" he asked while his eyes turned darker at the thought of claiming you as his, his little innocent bunny.

"Yes"

"Yes, bunny?" he asks teasingly. His free hand left your breast to snake down between your legs, teasing at your clit. His cock is throbbing inside you as he takes you harder than ever before.

"Yes, yes, please." You started to beg, and you felt a bit pathetic.

"Yes, what, bunny?" he asks, his voice rough with desire.

"Cum inside of me, Ghost."

"You want me to cum inside you, bunny?" he asks, his voice barely above a whisper. His thrusts become even more erratic as he nears his climax. "Tell me how much you want it."

"So much, Ghost," you whined.

"Tell me you're mine," he demands, his voice laced with need. His cock is throbbing inside you as he reaches his peak, filling you with his hot cum. "Say it, bunny." You were in orgasmic bliss, clenching around him as he erupted inside of your willing womb. You took everything of his big cock and cum so eagerly, almost greedy, afraid someone would steal it from you. I'm yours."

"Tomorrow at 8 p.m., I will pick you up; we are getting dinner."

You looked at him confused, and he only chuckled, "Did you think I fucked my perfect girl and let you leave then? No, we are going out; well, only if you want to go on a date with this old perverted dog."

"It depends on whether you are ugly behind the mask."

"Quite the opposite, love."

#tf141 smut #tf 141 x reader #tf 141 #smut #cod x reader #cod mw2 #cod mwii #cod #ghost fanfiction #ghost headcanons #ghost cod #ghost #simon ghost riley #ghost x you #ghost x reader #ghost x y/n #ghost x oc #strip club #call of duty #call of duty modern warfare #ao3 fanfic #ao3 stuff #drabble

[nunalastor]

What I think vox has in his alastor shrine, besides the jar and the body pillow.

1) stolen things from alastor, or things that remind vox of him. It arranges from deer / radio related stuff to the type of shoes he wears (with his exact shoe size)

2) self made / anonymously commissioned stuff. I feel like he'd commission an exact copy of alastors radio, which no one else has seen besides the hotel members and him

3) Receipts of alastors favorite food(s) sticked to the wall

4) plushies, a commissioned outfit of alastors suit, a mic, probably has a playlist in one of his devices dedicated to songs he and alastor listened to together

5) things he has heard about Alastor (true or not) all across the city written on sticker notes and taped to his "About Alastor" board

6) Although alastor has burned the piece of clothing Sir Pentious ripped, I like to think that Vox offered him some devices for that. Which would be in a very secure place, as a trophy

@vox: girl move on

#hazbin hotel #nunalastor asks #vox #radiostatic #alastor

[aka-indulgence]

Not the End

Thank you @skelliefanatic for commissioning! I liked this idea a lot, contains MF!Sans being a gentleman /w\

(MF!Sans x NB!Reader [Gender Neutral])

Sans was a man of high class. He had to be, considering his occupation, so you aren’t at all too surprised by his choice of dinner location.

The balcony area was a bit of a surprise, however… you hope he isn’t planning anything.

(CW: mentions of unpleasant ex)

—————

You walked through chatter and clinks of silverware on porcelain, grateful for the choice of clothes you wore. The crowd of the massive, five-star restaurant were the high class, in their extravagant outfits. You wore a velvety maroon cloak that draped over your shoulders, a dark grey turtleneck and green bottoms. You combed your hair for this, leaving your locks of curly hair ordered.

As soon as you mentioned the name of the reserved, the hostess almost seemed to panic, standing up, leading you through the tables. You looked around for the dapper skeleton, but you found him nowhere, until the hostess brought you to a door. When she opens it, you’re led to a private balcony sitting, overlooking the city.

You felt your heartbeats grow louder. It was a beautiful space, with mood lighting, a candle, and it overlooked the purple city, with tall skyscrapers and glowing yellow windows. But seating away from everyone else, with only two chairs made you…

“doll!” Sans stood up, flashing his golden grin at you, his face brightening. You have no idea how long he’s been waiting here- you came at the time he told you to come. “thanks, i’ll take it from here,”

The hostess bowed, and almost too quickly says “Of course Mr. Sans, sir,” before making herself scarce and closing the door.

Sans strolls around and gives you a squeeze. It was weird, seeing just what kind of effect the mob boss had on people around him, while to you he was… a friend. A friend who just pulled your seat out for you, because he was nice.

There’s… nothing wrong with sitting with a friend in a balcony seating. Sans had expensive taste, after all.

After looking through the menu and ordering, Sans looked to you.

“you look lovely today, sweetheart.” Sans complimented. Sans complimented you a lot, so this wasn’t out of the ordinary.

“Thanks! Of course I wasn’t going in with a t-shirt and some jeans if we’re going to La Stella.”

The skeleton chuckled. He was always dapper, considering his occupation, but somehow, his apparel seemed more expensive tonight. He wore a tuxedo that seemed to hug his form better, with a red handkerchief in his top pocket. He had a crimson brocade tie with intricate patterns that flickered with the candlelight. His tux also seemed almost iridescent, with how it looked almost black, but where the moonlight hit him, looked mauve.

Sans was actually quite the slob when you knew him personally, wearing stained shirts and throwing his ties on the floor to the point where his brother yelling at him was a constant background noise in his house when you visited.

“Or is this your strategy on roping people into shady deals with you? By charming them?”

“nah, i pretend i’m a demon when i meet them. for you, i’ll be an angel,” Sans cooed sarcastically.

The conversation continued well after your meals arrived. The conversation eased you, reminding you that this was the Sans you knew. Even if everything looked different, from the surroundings to the suit he wore, Sans was still Sans.

“What made you think to eat at such a fancy shmancy place? I thought your favorite food were hotdogs,”

“hey, i’m not a cheapass either, just that i ain’t a picky eater,” He says, after a bite of tagliatelle. “anyways, i gotta repay you someway,”

You looked at him incredulously. “For the cake I baked you the other day?”

“five stars,”

You giggled, noticing the wind that blew through your hair and your cloak. You closed your eyes and took a breath, letting it out with a sigh. It’s not often you get fresh air around here, and you turned your head to beyond the balcony. It was getting later, and there were less lights in tall buildings. It gave the city a warm glow from below, from the street lights and the rabble walking home. You didn’t notice Sans smiling at you, taking you in, until his larger hand presses on top of yours.

He says your name softly.

“you’re… an amazing human. i’m so lucky i know you… your beauty takes my breath away.”

You frowned.

“i was… wonderin’... if i could call you mine.”

His fingers wrapped around yours. Your heart dropped.

No… no not again…

Before you knew it, you yanked your hand away from him like he was fire, pushing back from the table, your knee bumping into the table. Sans eyelights shrink.

No… he’s going to yell at me.

“s-sweetheart?”

“No, Sans, I,” you’re distracted. Your breathing sounds like it’s in your head, and it’s deafening.

You don’t know what the point of standing up was, just that you felt like the world was falling out under you as your knees buckled. Sans catches you before you could fall, and you don’t know if having him hold you was better or not. But you trust Sans.

I’m panicking. But I can’t stop.

At least you weren’t in the main room.

Sans looked around helplessly, carrying you back to your chair, and knelt beside you, keeping his eye level with yours.

“darling, i don’t know what’s going on, i dunno if you’re sick or…”

You sniffled, head pounding. “I-I’m sorry Sans. Please don’t be mad at me, but… I can’t say yes to you. I don’t know if I… not now, at least,”

There’s a pause, and for a moment you thought Sans was upset. But when you looked up, you see a look of relief on his face as he sighed.

“god… you scared me. i thought you hated me, or… havin’ a heart attack or somethin’. is that all?”

You don’t follow. “You’re… not angry?”

Sans chuckled. “well… i ain’t happy about it, but… hell no. why would i be mad at you? you’re more important than anything. you’re not mad about me askin’ you out, right?”

“No.”

“then i’m fine. but… it looks like you aren’t.”

You didn’t respond to that.

“... can i ask you… what’s got you all worked up like this?”

“... Yeah, you can.” You brush a hand on your cheek. “Sorry… I just feel so stupid,”

“you’re not stupid.”

You smile appreciatively at him. “It’s just… I know you’re not him.”

“... him?”

You told him. You told him all about the last time you had a boyfriend. An extravagant spender that you wouldn’t doubt would be part of the group that’d try to kiss up to Sans if they knew each other. You don’t remember how you started to like him, just that by the end you couldn’t handle him anymore- picking apart your outfits, your body, throwing a tantrum every time you didn’t do what he wanted when he wanted you to.

Sans isn’t him. You wouldn’t find so much comfort being around him otherwise, but… he lived a similar life, with the same expensive living. It made you think of unpleasant memories sometimes.

No was a scary word to you.

As you finished explaining, tears involuntarily fell out of your eyes, and you turned away from him.

“I’m sorry, this isn’t your fault,” you told Sans, trying to keep your voice stable.

“... it’s not yours either,”

A gentle hand turns your face back to his, and Sans wiped the tears off your cheek, tucking your hair back.

“shh… it’s ok. it’s ok to cry,” Sans sighed. His brows furrowed, perhaps thinking about your ex, but he shook it off, smiling at you. “it’s not your fault, it never was. of course you’d be afraid of rejecting me, i can imagine,”

He looked away, teeth frowning as he thought. “i’m not angry at you, ok?” He reassured you, “just… angry i couldn’t help sooner. but you don’t gotta worry about me, heh… i’m a big guy, i can handle a lot of things. i’ll wait however long it takes for you to reciprocate.”

You smiled at him, touching his hand and finding comfort at the way he squeezed yours.

“But… what if I never do?” You worried. You like him, and somewhere, you could imagine being a couple with him, but… you aren’t sure.

To that, Sans just shook his head.

“as long as i got you in my life one way or another, i’m happy.”

#commission #commissions #aka writing #gentleman mf!sans is GOOD #we love a patient and caring man

[msbyomimi]

visiting your doting husband at work

Osamu Miya x fem!reader

wc: 1565 words

contains sexual content (oral m! receiving) MDNI

“Ohhhh baby slow down” A moan ripping from his throat as his head tilted back, sweat gathering along his forehead lightly from the strain of holding back. “Hah…mmmm…you’re gonna hurt yourself pretty” his voice straining and thick with desire that had a wetness pooling in your lacy panties.

The same lacy panties and matching bralette you decided to show up wearing to surprise your husband with at work. 

He was swamped handling a lunch crowd. As you entered the doors of Onigiri Miya, the soft bell jingling to indicate your arrival, his head whipped around to see you. A beaming smile spread contagiously across his handsome face, his hair tucked messily under his black cap, eyes gleaming with eagerness to see you. “Angel! Ya stop by to get some food?” 

You swiftly go up to the bar area and plop down in your usual seat. Your casual clothes made you look so organized and simply enjoying your day off. However that couldn’t be further from the truth as underneath the clothes lay your husband's favorite lingerie pair. The pair he bought for your first anniversary, practically pleading with you to put it on since “ya’d look so gorgeous in that shade of pink” and “I’ve been dreamin’ of ya wearing’ this for months”. 

The man himself, dressed in his tight black shirt that hugged his biceps just right, black Onigiri Miya hat atop his head, looked down at you from behind the counter. 

“Hi baby, I was just bored at the apartment and wanted to see you. I didn’t mean to interrupt you during lunch rush. I’ll wait till it slows down to talk with you~” 

A lovesick smile spread across your face as you looked at your husband. Who simply stared back at you with the most awestruck expression. “Angel-“ he started to whisper, voice dripping with a promise of spoiling you for hours before being cut off by one of the patrons at the restaurant.

“Excuse me sir, could I order some food to go?” 

Osamu swallowed thickly, pulling himself together and turning to the man asking him a question. “O’course! What’d ya like to try?” Slipping easily back into the role of simply running his establishment. What he’s been doing with practiced effort and devotion for the past 2 years. 

Customers came and went as the time flew by. Osamu ran around helping take care of everything, not being able to stand still for hardly a couple moments. Until finally, as the last person left through the door, he sighed heavily, taking off his cap and wiping across his forehead from the hard work. He stalked over to the door and flipped the sign to Closed. Indicating that another day’s wrapped up and that he would be able to focus his attention back to you. 

“Sorry about that darlin’. It was so busy” he muttered, walking back towards the counter, stopping right in front of you and trapping you in your seat by placing his arms on either side of you. Your back pressed against the lip of the countertop, eyes peering up at him softly, licking your suddenly dry lips. 

“Wasn’t as bad a rush today seeing your pretty face there the whole time. Couldn’t help taking glances at ya gorgeous.” He whispered hurriedly, leaning in towards your chest, eyes lidded and gazing down at you. His muscular frame was a hair away from pressing against you, the two of you locked in a sizzling gaze that expressed just how much you missed one another. 

“Samu…” the desperate call of his name tumbled out of your mouth before you could stop it. His name a helplessly plea you sent him, begging him to understand what you mean, what you need from that one single word alone.

A deep chuckle reverberated against his chest, a lazy smile spreading across his face. His brown eyes glowing with the promise of a good night together.

“I got ya baby~ I’ll take good care of ya”.

His deep voice uttered the words as he slowly leaned in, trapping you against his chest and the counter, leaving no place to run. His soft lips getting dangerously close to your own, before stopping. Confused, you let out a soft whine of frustration, opening your eyes only to see him staring down at you, ravenous. 

“Tell me what ya want baby~ I’ll do anything ya just gotta tell me”. 

That cheeky bastard, he knows what you want. A pout and glare were sent his way holding no malice whatsoever. He let out a laugh at your expression, hand coming up and cupping your face gently. His thumb tenderly caressed across the skin of your cheek.

“Don’t give me that~ Please love? I wanna hear ya say it.”

Your eyes peered into his own sensual gaze that was transfixed on your lips. Teasingly, you slowly took your tongue and wet your bottom lip, teeth sinking into it purposefully. Casting an innocent gaze towards Osamu who looked just about ready to cave and take all his desires for himself.  A soft groan escaped his lips at your teasing and his voice dripped with desperation as he raggedly spoke “Please say it, need to hear you say what you want”.

Finally giving him the satisfaction, you spoke softly looking deep into his eyes “Kiss me~ I want you Osamu, need all of you so bad.” 

A relieved sigh left his lips hurriedly as he pulled you in for a searing kiss. Messily slotting his lips against yours, swallowing all your moans as he licked your mouth tasting you desperately. “Mmmf. So good baby” He pulled away suddenly, not being able to keep up with the rush of his desires. He reached behind you, lifting you by your ass suddenly. Causing a yelp to leave you as you scrambled to wrap your legs around his torso, letting him take you wherever he wanted.

He kissed you rushed and full of soft mewls and wet lip smacking until you ended up in his office. He sat you down on his desk and locked the door behind him. There was no one else there but it could never hurt to be safe.

“Angel can ya suck me off please?” His voice left him with a pathetic whimper at the end. He was so desperate to see you in front of him on your knees, looking so damn adorable while pleasing him.

Your body moved on its own down to the be kneeling in front of Osamu. Taking off your top to reveal the bralette you had originally planned to surprise him with this whole time. 

A loud moan ripped through his chest as he soaked in the sight before him. You with your honey sweet gaze looking up at him from the floor, face right in front of the tent in his pants. Your gorgeous tits pressed appetizingly together by the soft baby pink bralette he bought you. 

“Oh fuck! Angel oh!” His body almost crumbled as his knees buckled. He held himself up thanks to his desk behind him. “I love ya. Oooo I love ya so much” the words tumbled past his lips in between heavy pants in a wave of emotions. Lust and devotion swirling, mixing together to create a heady cocktail he could never get enough of.

Sensing your husband's patience thinning you got to work quickly. Your greedy hands made quick work in removing his belt and pants. Shucking them down his legs leaving him in his boxers, hard dick restricted against the fabric. A wet spot of pre-cum showing up through the gray material. 

“Is this all for me Samu?~” You teasingly spoke, words drowned in teasing lust for the man panting above you. He’d pulled up his black t-shirt, teeth biting into the fabric to muffle his loud noises. Leaving you with a view of his glistening abs and pecs. Until he couldn’t resist and ripped off the t-shirt, chest panting, and eyes wide looking down at your flushed face. 

“Mmf!~ hah hah course it’s for ya, no one else could make my body go this crazy-Oh fuck!”

A loud groan slipped past his lips as you took your sly tongue and licked across the bulge in his boxers. Eyes peering up at him to witness his beautiful reactive face. His hands were gripping onto the desk so tightly now it would have hurt if not for the adrenaline rushing through his veins.

“Wanna taste you Samu~” you purred out, fingers tracing along the taunt skin at the elastic band of his boxers.

“Go ahead baby, taste me. I’m yours”

Hearing those words you finally brought down his boxers, allowing his hard cock to bounce up, thick veins coating it, and a drop of pre-cum dribbling down the side of it. He was twitching and desperate to feel you in any way he could. A loud sigh of relief left his throat as your tongue licked a burning swipe up the side of his dick. 

“Angel please- ahhh Oooo just like that~ your mouth feels so damn good baby fuck”  

The sounds leaving his lips were downright sinful. Nothing but a panting mess so drunk off of pleasure to say anything remotely sensible. You suckled sloppily on the head of his cock, bringing it eagerly into your mouth and moaning at the salty taste of his pre.

Judging from the blissed out look he cast down at you, your husband loved your little surprise today. The two of you were in for a long night together, where Samu will show you just how much he appreciates your surprise. He does need to return the favor after all.

might eventually make a part two to this, we shall see <33 hope ya enjoy

#osamu miya #osamu miya smut #hq osamu #hq osamu miya #haikyuu smut #hq smut #haikyu smut #~smor writes sometimes~ #god Im sorry for the end but ya know I could always do a part 2 #its 3am plz Im tired lol

[traningdummy]

Save A Horse, Ride A Cowboy

Agent Whiskey X Male Reader

(Sorry for the delay, first time writing a dom male reader, sorry if it’s off or weird)

It was another day in the bar, people coming in left and right, people meeting friends, drinking down sorrows, or trying to seem like adults but are actually kids. The usual for Y/n he was used to it all at this point, especially the flirting from patrons.

Most days men and women would try to hit on him but he didn’t respond to their advances, usually annoying them enough to leave after getting their drinks and that’s how he liked it. Being alone is his favorite part about being single, he has never fallen in love until recently.

Yet his co-workers call him a hopeless romantic, by how he describes his love life, crushes, or anything close to a relationship. Yet his eyes have been set on one man, a man from Kentucky who flirted left and right like his life depended on it.

Was it his accent, his funny cowboy hat, and his style which always included a leather jacket? Y/n never got his name just hearing Whiskey or Jack it always confused him, but his thoughts were drowned out when the man walked in.

His smile never came off his face, winking to men and women left to right. He sat at the bar and gave Y/n a wink as well.

“Well hello sugar, could I get a shot of whiskey?” Whiskey asked and he nodded, getting a shot glass and poured in the liquor.

“There you are sir, would you like to pay now or have a tab?”

“Put it on my tab.” He told him, he nodded and put it on and Whiskey left. That left Y/n to the other patrons at the bar, he worked around getting drinks, orders, and shooting down people’s flirts.

But he kept his eye on the cowboy, watching him go around flirting with other people and getting a lot of numbers. But every once and awhile he would come back to the bar, getting another drink or to chat with Y/n.

“So how many now?” He asked and the cowboy chuckled and took out a few papers.

“10 and going up, now how about another shot handsome.” He asked him, he nodded and got the cowboy another shot and watched him leave.

“Damn that’s a fatass.” He muttered watching him walk away, he shook away his thoughts and cleaned some cups making sure he would have enough for the late beer rush.

•••

It was near closing time and the cowboy was still inside the bar, Y/n started to close up when he tapped his glass.

“O-one more.” He murmured to him but Y/n took away the glass.

“Sorry Whiskey but that’s enough for tonight, do you have a ride home?” He asked him, but he shook his head and pulled his keys out.

“I have my car, but I don’t trust myself to drive home.” Whiskey told him, Y/n nodded and took out his keys, he contemplated before sighing.

“I’m going to regret this aren’t I?” He murmured to himself, “How about tonight you stay at my place for the night?” He asked the man, he nodded and stood up, his balance fading before Y/n grabbed his waist and put his arm over his shoulder.

“You know, you're really handsome.” Whiskey complimented him as he closed up the bar, locking the door and picking up Whiskey again.

“I know that’s all I hear from the patrons.” Y/n told him and took him to his apartment, he unlocked the door and laid Whiskey on his bed. “You can sleep here, and since we’re about the same size you can put on some of my pj’s.” He told him, but Whiskey had passed out already.

•••

The next morning Y/n had woken up on the couch, he sighed and stretched, popping his bones before checking up on his guest. Whiskey was snoring like a dad, so he left him alone making some breakfast and left him some water and painkillers.

He had to do some paychecks, before he left he wrote Whiskey a note, then he left the apartment going back to his bar

It wasn’t long until Whiskey had woken up, groaning holding his head. He looked around, surprised that his clothes were still on, he walked out of the room and saw the plate of food and water with a pill.

“Hell.” He muttered and sat down, eating the food and drank the water with the pill. He then saw the letter and read through it.

“Dear Whiskey, you are free to shower and take some clothes if you need to, from Y/n.” He read out, he smiled and took a shower using Y/n’s products before changing and left the apartment.

•••

Y/n had finished paychecks and came back home to see Whiskey setting up a table, on the table was a wine bottle with two glasses.

“Well welcome back darlin, please take a seat.” He told him, he nodded and sat down and Whiskey pushed him in before he sat down across from himself.

“So what’s all this about Whiskey?” Y/n asked the other man who poured himself a glass of wine.

“Well I have been fancying you for quite some time now, so I wanted to have a nice dinner with you.” He told him, pouring another wine glass and handing it to him.

They raised their glasses before drinking, and they began to start a conversation. It went from talking about each other to dating lives, the two were pretty intoxicated at that point.

“Wait, you haven’t popped your cherry yet?” Whiskey asked Y/n, who shook his head drinking from his glass.

“Nope, never even dated another person before.” He told him, he nodded and took another sip of the wine. Whiskey watching Y/n’s every move, from how his eyes kept wandering from his wine to Whiskey’s lips, how he seems more open than he usually is.

“Hey there cowboy, are you okay?” Y/n asked him, he nodded and took another sip of the wine before realizing they had drunk the bottles he had bought.

“Yeah, but how are your lips so perfect?” Whiskey asked him, he didn’t react but gave him a sly smile.

“Why don’t you come see for yourself?” He asked Whiskey, and that was the final string cut. He came over and sat in his lap, eyes going from his lips to his eyes. “Oh come on, I’m not playing any games.” He told him before he kissed Y/n.

This was the feeling Y/n was missing, lust, love, affection, he finally feels whole. It wasn’t long till the two moved to his room, Whiskey under him as he kissed his neck and began to unbutton his shirt revealing his body.

As he kept praising his body Whiskey felt his blood rush to his aching cock, it twitched as he moaned Y/n’s name. “Y/n, please take off my pants.” He whined to which he obliged and took off the other man’s pants seeing the bulge in his briefs.

“Well what do we have here?” He asked himself and slowly took off Whiskey’s briefs, his hard cock sprung out hitting his abdomen. He put his hand on it and stroked it slowly, enjoying the whimpers and moans of the man in his hold.

“P-please go faster, please.” He whimpered to Y/n, he decided not to and just took it as slow as he could enjoying the whole experience. Slowly pulling up and down, rubbing his thumb over the tip using his other hand to fondle his balls.

“I-I thought you never have done this before? H-How are you so experienced?” He whispered out to him, but didn’t get an answer as Y/n kissed all over Whiskey’s body leaving hickeys all over.

“I have seen some videos, those were like training to me.” He whispered in his ear before kissing him, he didn’t even try to fight Y/n’s tongue letting him ravage his mouth and body.

“Is my cowboy enjoying this? Does he like when I stroke his dick while I suck all over his perfect body?” He asked him, he nodded desperately, not able to speak properly besides a few whimpers and moans.

“C-close.” Whiskey muttered quietly, to Y/n and he smiled before stopping his hand. He let out a whine of protest but stopped when he was flipped over, feeling a cold liquid go on his ass.

“Now here is my main course, I hope you enjoy yourself.” Y/n said and began to eat him out, leaving Whiskey moaning like he was in heat. He was overstimulated but he was enjoying every second of it.

“Now here is your dessert.” Y/n muttered to him and he felt his cock at his hole, he turned himself and held onto him. “Come here baby.” He whispered and lifted him up before entering his dick slowly, but Whiskey wasn’t having it and shoved the whole thing in.

It caught Y/n slightly off guard but smiled when he saw his face, all red with blush, his brown eyes hazed with lust, his hair all messy and wet, hickeys all over his body. He then slowly thrusted in and out of Whiskey watching his facial expressions, before laying them back on the bed.

“Save a horse, ride a cowboy.” He mumbled and watched as Whiskey rode on Y/n’s cock, moaning like there was no tomorrow.

“C-Cumming!” He moaned and came on both of their chests, he then stopped and caught his breath. Until Y/n flipped him over onto the bed, his eyes filled with lust and hunger.

“H-Hang on darlin, I still need some time to rest!” He moaned when he thrusted hard, hitting his prostate over and over as he went in and out over and over chasing his own high.

“Don’t worry cowboy, I’m almost there.” He murmured to Whiskey who could respond besides with broken moans and whimpers, and finally he pulled out and came on Whiskey’s chest.

The two were panting hard but Whiskey had enough strength to pull Y/n for a kiss, this one filled with love and passion. Yet when it was broken the two held each other, falling asleep with smiles on their faces.

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VOX, HUSK AND ALASTOR NSFW ALPHABETS PLEASE IM BEGGING!!!!!

Yesssss NSFW alphabet for

Vox

A=aftercare

I feel like Vox would try to act all cool and uncaring but like 2 minutes later and he's cuddled up to you. Would get you both a cup of water and order some food but that's about it.

B=body part

His favorite body part on himself would be his hands,he's not quite sure why but definitely he's hands. His favorite body part on you would be your legs, doesn't matter if they're muscular,thin,fluffy,he don't care,he loves legs.

C=cum

He probably would not cum inside,I think he would prefer finishing on your chest (flat or not)

D=dirty secret

He wants to try out some light bondage but is too scared of you getting weirded out to ask

F=favorite position

Definitelyyyyy doggy,he gets to see your back arch,your ass,and pull your hair! It's the full package

G=goofy

Meh I think he would be more sarcastic then goofy per say but yea he would make you laugh a lil here and there to ease up your nerves

H=hair

Very neat, groomed and shaved.

I=Intimacy

Definitely. He tries to be in the moment has much has he can and to try to make it special/good for both of you

J=Jack off

He's to busy for that so no. If he's got a second he'd rather have a quickie with you then his hand

K= sir kink, praise kink, degrading kink, and more

L=location

He's does not give a fuck I'm not kidding. If he has a second to do it he doesn't care if it's in a moving elevator

M=motivation

Anytime you wear any of his clothes. Doesn't matter if it's small has a bowtie or his button up shirt.

N=no

Choking. Sorry guys but he's scared of hurting you with his claws

O=oral

50/50 he's likes receiving and giving,he prefers for you to go down on him first but overall doesn't really care

P=pace

Prefers a fast pace but slows down every once in awhile

Q=quickies

✨yes✨

R=risk

He doesn't necessarily enjoy risk but he does take it a lot. Can you blame him? Bro needs to get what he can while he can.

S=stamina

Id say about 2 rounds then he's out like a light. He's got to wake up early in the morning and is already busy

T=toys

Not many,maybe a vibrator or two but that's really it.

U=unfair

Very unfair 😭 wears those slutty gray sweat pants with a boner then says you can't have fun cuz he's busy with work. But hey maybe you can help from under the desk ;)

V=volume

Gets louder towards the end,like at first it's just a few heavy breathing and slight moans but by the end he's louder then you

W=wild card

He wants to try subbing

X=x-ray

A solid 8 inches my dudes

Y=yearning

Literally all the time,boy's sex drive is through the roof

Z=Zzz

He falls asleep about 10 minutes after everything,he's extremely tired all the time and has to wake up early

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There's gonna be three parts to this,here's Vox! I hope you enjoy:)

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