#of his bloody tummy or his pained face

[blacknidstang]

Sam Winchester pregnant............

#sorry guys im not ok im jjst thinking #of his bloody tummy or his pained face #he got devil's child inside he got it eating him up from tbe inside #spn #sam winchester #sam whump

[obxsprincess]

I'll Remember you for my wiser years to come if you jus write vampire!Miguel eating pussy as if blood was never an option broski🙏

oh bless u anon… bless you !!! <33 I think I read the thot wrong hfvbhgcgh m’sorry !!… don’t be afraid to send more vampire!mig tho doll face <3

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sure other men had eaten you out before !! all messy n sloppy n desperate !! but… miguel eats you out because your are his pretty little meal… n its urgent n greedy n sososo blissful!!!

he doesn’t ever even need to stick his fangs into a sweet little doe, not when ur just that !!! but even fuckin’ sweeter…

n of course he can’t just sit back n watch his sweetheart mewling n whining from the your monthly fucked up pains :(( hand splayed above your pretty tummy n legs wide… shiny pain flickering in ur glossy eyes… n hes fucking craving his pretty girl…

“been fucking waiting for this mi amor… fuckk dioses santos arriba te miran“ (holy gods look at you)

devouring u with his eyes…

legs hoisted over his bulk shoulders n dainty tears brim ur fluttering lashes… your glistening sweet little cunt all wet n swollen n dripping in droplets of blood, smearing your plushy thighs !! n ur pink silky bed !!!

this is sososo new to you !! of course migs is a vampire but this??-

“m-miguel” he lifts ur dainty foot n drags his tongue along your ankle… “I-it’s s’dirty-” but his mouth just feels sososo good !! making ur nervous head all sweetly blurry :((

but miguels starving- you squeak as his glorious fangs nip at your pretty thighs !!! n the sweet mind melting smell of your crimson blood n slippery pussy had him going fucking insane-

“fuckk love- can’t you see what your fucking doing to me? lay back and breath mi alma- never gonna need to hunt ever fucking again-”

n when I say he dives in… he dives in!!!

tan chin n lips n teeth covered in ur delicious blood… tongue diving so deeply inside of u your sobbing n writhing… its absolutely undoubtedly filthy!!!

n miguels in heaven!! your pretty taste n your angel sounds n your blood… nipping at your puffy clit- n feasting on ur swollen fluttering folds… all sloppy n soso bloody n delirious!!!

n your just a sobbing little puddle of bliss :((

n he feasts for glorious glorious hours on end on his perfect innocent little mortal… n when your sleepy n overstimulated n mush cus !!!!!

he just flips his pretty meal over on your tummy !!! suffocating his tongue right back into ur drooling pussy… inhuman muscles glistening as he gets lost in ur essence…

of course of course vampire!miguel is absolutely pussy drunk on your pretty little heat… but what’s the term for being absolutely whipped on ur heady drippy blood??

n his white fangs drip in ur crimson droplets… <3

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#vampire!miguel #miguel ohara smut #miguel o’hara smut #miguel o’hara x reader #miguel ohara x you #miguel ohara imagine #miguel ohara x y/n #miguel ohara x reader #miguel o’hara imagine #miguel o’hara blurb #miguel o’hara blurbs #miguel smut #spiderverse smut #tw period sex #miguel ohara #miguel o’hara x y/n #miguel o’hara x you #miguel o’hara

[tang3r1n]

for @hystixia cause i just had a beautiful brain fart idea 💡

18+, dub/non con, breaking n entering, oral (m->f), jeff being gross, fingering, specifically chubbier reader!!

jeff but with a cute lil shy, chubby GEEKY bitch who wears blue light glasses cause she constantly glued to her phone and laptop. so much so she doesn’t even notice him following her in broad daylight, too engrossed in her latest internet obsession to notice him softly busting open her window and slipping in, definitely not paying attention to him and he slowly walks towards her innocently sinful form splayed out comfortably on her bed, headphone blaring an obscure anime intro so loud he can head the lyrics.

he brandished his signature knife n rips her away from the hypnotic blue hue of her screen, big ol’ doe eyes shining from the glare of her glasses as he grins maniacally and stares down at her, all comfy in her loose, worn t-shirt and skimpy skimpy shorts. he groans as she instantly starts begging, cock already throbbing in his tight jeans at how adorable her sweet pleading sounds.

jeff with a cute chubby geek who promises she won’t tell anyone if he just leave— even when he’s ripping her obviously sentimental short in two and using his (most likely bloody) knife to slice her shorts dangerously close to the puffy little prize between her thick thighs. he feel his body practically vibrating with pleasure at the sight of her fat jiggling while she pathetically squirmed as sobbed, horrified and knowingly docile in the face of his terrible, terrible evil.

jeff who folds his lil cute geek in half and dives into her chubby pussy, nose clumsily bumping against her little gem as his impossibly long tongue barged its way past her tight hole. the sensations were too much for his geeky loser, she thrashes more harshly now, whining and trying to push him off. his scars, marred and mangled as they were, tickled her thighs and his blunt nails dig in so hard they left thin trails of blood that slowly slipped past his pale hands and onto her bedsheets as he devoured her.

the disgustingly salacious noises of him eating her cunt made his geek’s tummy flutter as she felt queasy and horny all at once, body betraying her mind as she fought not to come apart in his heinous hold.

jeff who finger fucks his chubby loner so hard the slap of his palm against her sore clit made her arch, a stripe of pain shooting up her slide alongside the traitorous feeling of pure pleasure. he cooed down at her softly, uncharacteristically gentle as he brushed the stray hairs out of her face and fixed her glasses on right. it didn’t last long, the soft touch, as soon he grabbed her jaw and forced her to kiss his bloody, slick covered lips, pulling away just to hock and spit in her mouth.

jeff who loves loves loves it when she finally ums around his slender fingers, three shoved deep in her plush pussy walls as she convulsed around them, her mind finally giving into the forceful pleasure. eye rolled back, back arched beautifully, heavy breasts, thick thighs, and soft tummy shaking with the power of her rushed orgasm as he slowed his hand, massaging the soft walls of her now sticky cunt as she calmed down.

in her post-nut haze, she failed to notice him slipping his fingers out, already dozing off as she disgustingly sucked them clean, using the same fingers to repeat the process a few more times, obsessed with how his chubby geek’s cunt tasted on his villainous tongue.

he grinned as she snores softly, quickly snapping a photo of her disheveled self before pocketing a random pair of dirty (he can only hope) panties and slips back out into the night, locking her window back and leaving his mark on her window frame so no one else can perv on his cute, shy lil chubby geek <33

#got a lil wild with this ehh #[‘v33nxs’ updated her blog!] #[‘jeff’ stopped to say hi!] #jtk smut #creepypasta smut #jeff the killer #jeff the killer smut #jeff the killer x chubby reader #x chubby reader #yandere jeff the killer #yandere creepypasta #creepypasta x reader #yandere #yandere jtk #yandere x chubby reader #[‘v33nxs’ left a gift for ‘hystixia’!]

[privitivium]

Can you do beam from csm next?

subbot/top beam headcannons!!! - sharkboyy_!_!!!!!

both amab, NSFW !! marking/biting, mild blood play, creepy/perverted beam, abyss hybrid reader.

ㅡinstead of being obsessed with lord chainsaw man, he's obsessed with you. he's your loyal sharkboy ,,, others, humans with contracts making such fun of you for being so close to him. someone with the heart of the abyss inside them - being able to love someone? and of course, it's with a devil-!! no human would love a monster like you loll!!;!;;;

ㅡyou unintentionally being all touchy with him,,, petting everytime he gets near you, absentmindedly along his head or along his shoulder that was consistently bare - always wearing swimtrunks... to others it would be degrading to be touched in such a way, but to beam it was an ultimate sign of affection n he didnt know what to do with himself,,, lord abyss is the badass-est... letting him fanboy over you, giddy yourself even though it was yr heart that he was fanboying over technically... lil did you know he was more obsessed w you instead of ur heart !!

ㅡi love creepy beam, it's the best beam. imagining he's way more like. stalkerish. following you around - literally everywhere and being all quiet n shy when given the chance to talk to you... lord abyss.. as he fucks into his hand - a little unused to doing such disgusting things but often questioning everyone but you about body anatomy just to learn more-!! just because he gets this funny feeling in his tummy that slowly progresses to his groin... the urge to touch himself is overwhelming and he's a simpleminded guy and cant help but give into those urges,,,,

ㅡbeam would be such a sweetheart with his crush,,, i can see him being all boisterous and very touchy but also being a shy type,,,

ㅡhim offering up his blood when ur sad just to make you happy even if it might hurt him - you were never taking it toofar enough to kill himㅡand obviously you take this chance up to make it a lil sensual,,, teasing him,,, tongue lapping at his bloody neck and gliding along his flesh just for the texture and ignoring his soft breathless whimpers of your name - him cumming in his pants immediately like a fucking virgin,,, beam pls.

ㅡ,,, and if he saw you kissing on a little pet... you bet your ass he'd be screaming and crying in the floor underneath you. that's a stretch, but he would be upset... whining out ;; "lord abyss,,, l-lord-"ㅡcorrecting himself to say your name rather your heart, even though you tell him gently not to call you lord anything... jealous !!! that should be him in your arms getting kisses and praises!! has to settle for swimming under your feet and listening in and pretending its him youre talking to / praising in the meantime,,

ㅡand of course you'd catch him. either sensing or him accidentally peeking out and catching a glimpse of his lil shark snout... then callung out his name gently n coaxing him out.,,, "theres my special guy!! my favorite guy." often calling him such things... making him hard without even trying. just the influence you have him - and obviously helping him out with it... petting his head while jerking him off in an alleyway before he follows you underneath like a loyal lil pet,,,

ㅡhe'd be a whiny mess actually fucking in or on him, low grumbly noises n growling all pitifully as his jaw sets and bumping his snout against your neck before burying his face in said neck just to nuzzle and nibble onto as a mild form of comfort - just to feel you,. "ur soo cute, beam. my beautiful, cute lil guy..." while having his knees at his ears fucking into his hole ruthlessly, he'd whimper at the pain - the unfamiliar feeling of your lubed up fingers pumping in and out of his hole that he didn't quite mess with as much as his cock... yeah, sometimes circling the hole while fondling his junk but doin nothing else... so it was quite the feeling. e,, especially finding his prostate and milking him to cum load after load on his tummy ,,, and peppering his snout in kisses saying that hes so cool, hes the best - so strong, ur loyal protector,,,

ㅡand of course,,, beam fucking into you,, riding is what first comes to that - but laying down with him behind you with your leg hiked up and him humping into you,, so whiny and whimpering how you feel sooo good and cumming unfathomably quick then building up a tolerance and taking advantage of it just to be able to cockwarm you while you guide his hand up and down your cock,,, and also. oral bro... he'd be all up in that, sniffing and lapping and so careful not to knick your sensitive genitals but just because you see him squirming you let him nip at your inner thighs,,, beam pls

hes sso cute hngnh

#csm =͟͟͞͞★ #csm x m reader #csm beam x male reader #beam x reader #x male reader #male reader #top male reader #x top male reader #dom male reader #x dom male reader #bottom male reader

[usedtobecooler]

thinking about cockwarming steve whilst you tend to his bloody and bruised face like a good little nurse )):

the sharp, stinging pain as you wipe away a dab of blood from a fresh cut had steve’s hips bucking up into you, forcing himself impossibly deeper — you couldn’t tell by now if the groans he spewed out were from pleasure or pain. the sadist in you hoped the pain was what turned him on.

“baby, you gotta sit still,” you choke off a little moan, struggling to focus on tending to the wound just above his eyebrow. split open. just above a bloodshot, blackened eye. your cunt clenches around steve and he hisses, digging his fingers into your hips, large hands squishing you like you were tiny.

“fuckin’ hurts, honey,” steve groans, eyebrows furrowing and a wince escaping his puffy, swollen lips as you dab the alcohol wipe back and forth. his cock betrays his words, with the way it pulses inside of you as you touch him, gentle fingers brushing over his face in a soothing motion.

“your dick tells me otherwise,” you bristle, leaning in impossibly closer, tits in steve’s face, and he ducks down quickly to nip at the swell of your breast, eliciting a sigh in return, “head up, m’almost done.”

it’d been your idea. having him sit with his cock in you whilst you patched him up from yet another fight he’d probably lost. a little consolation prize and a good way to take his mind off of the aching pain. you didn’t expect it to turn you on so much, make you so wet. yet here you were, soaked through and dripping down his balls, tight cunt squeezing him.

the sight of steve bloodied did something to your insides, had your gut churning. he was always so pretty, but there was something about him smiling with a mouth full of crimson and a crinkled bruised eye that just did it for you. you clench again, soaked walls hugging steve’s cock and he groans, tipping his head back.

“not even doing anything an’ i’m gonna cum,” steve mutters, hips fucking up into yours just slightly, enough that his massive cock feels like it’s stuffing you further. rearranging your guts. you swear he leaves behind bruises every time he fucks you.

you throw the blood soaked alcohol pad away, swinging your arms over the back of steve’s neck, rocking a little, just to gain a bit of friction on your clit. steve buries his face into your tits, groaning, the tight heat of your pussy so close to tipping him over the edge.

you grip at the hair at the back of his head, forcing him out of your cleavage so that he can look at you. you take advantage, leaning down and slithering your tongue out to sooth at the cut on his top lip. his fingers dig into your sides again, and he nudges up to kiss you, a disgruntled noise leaving him at the stinging pain of the bruising kiss.

steve pants against your mouth, and you aren’t even doing anything. just rocking a little, so his cock can abuse your spongey spot and his thatch of pubic hair can rub your clit. but it’s enough to send him reeling.

“gonna cum in your needy little cunt,” steve’s words hit you like a freight train, the coil in your tummy snapping as you clench sporadically around him and come with a cry, leaning your forehead against his own and never breaking eye contact.

“that’s it, sweet thing. fuck,” steve’s cock pulses inside of you, and you clench around him again — he’s a goner, grip on your hips bruising as he forces you down impossibly deeper and comes with a soft grunt.

@loveshotzz thank u for supporting my dirty thots 🤍

#steve harrington x reader #steve harrington smut #steve harrington x fem!reader #steve harrington blurb #steve harrington brain rot #x reader #smut #fem!reader #my fanfic #mine #i’m not even sorry for this one i fucking enjoyed writing it #blurb

[teasteeper]

what abt street fighter bf!hendery when u secretly show up to one of his fights 🫠 he just sees u in the crowd

18+ minors dni, f!reader, blood + injury, weed, pinv, big dick hendery (real), “daddy”

this is kind of long and a mess but this is a big deal in the street fighter bf!hendery universe 🥸

oh he’d actually lose it. it’s his worst nightmare, that one thing that was never supposed to happen. the terrified look on your face after seeing him at his scariest was worse than he imagined. he’s fucked up and he can be mean but you’re his baby, the reason he does any of this shit in the first place, so the look you give him makes him forget everything, pushing through the hollering crowd to tuck you under his arm and take you home

you’re just shocked as he drives you home, sat silently in the passenger seat as he speeds through traffic, shaky hands wiping at the blood dripping from his nose that’s most likely broken. if it is broken he can’t even feel it, the pain and any drugs he’s taken completely worn off

he’s rambling, yelling and cursing, getting frustrated at himself for not knowing how to make it better, “what did i fucking tell you?” “why don’t you ever listen to me?”

at home he holds you so tight to his chest, sparking the joint hanging from his mouth over your shoulder. your silence actually scares him, his leg bouncing restlessly under you

“you’re hurt” when you finally speak you’re ghosting your fingertips over his cheek, a bruise forming dark and shiny under his eye. despite everything you’re worried about him, and his chest tightens, “it doesn’t hurt” his voice is on the verge of breaking, worried he’ll scare you off if he’s too loud

he watches soundlessly as you get up, coming back a moment later with his little first aid kit, taking out a small bottle of cleaning alcohol and a cloth. you straddle his thighs, facing him, his big hands moving up to rest on your hips. his tired eyes don’t leave your face

when his eye’s cleaned up you move to pull his bloodied shirt off. he’s a broken mess, but he looks so pretty, back slumped against the couch, chest rising and falling with slow breaths, big bruises across his ribs, long strands of black hair falling into his eyes. he can’t help that he’s hard, breathing deep as he stops himself from pushing his hips up against you

you just want to feel him, and he lets you, watching your manicured nails trace lines down his abdomen. his cock is heavy in your hands, and he lets out a deep sigh at the sight of both your fists wrapped around him, so big that a few inches go uncovered

he hooks his thumb into your panties to pull them to the side, looking at your slick, needy sex and swallowing a moan. “d’you want daddy on top, baby?”, you shake your head, “let me”

you ride him so slow, one of his big hands pressing against your tummy, making you whine and squeeze around him, grabbing at his forearm. “so fucking perfect, my pretty girl”, his voice is deep and tired and has heat pooling in your tummy. he thrusts up into you slow and deep, your slick dripping down his cock and making a sticky mess between your bodies

“look at me” he picks your jaw up in his hand, your wide eyes finding his hooded ones. he looks hurt, and angry, and broken - pressure builds in your tummy and a sob rises in your throat, the weight of everything being too much

he finally lays you on your back, shushing you as he licks and kisses at the hot tears rolling down your cheeks. he fucks you slow and deep until you cum, low voice mumbling into your neck, slightly breaking with urgency, “nothing's gonna hurt you, baby, just be good f'me" "no one else can see you like this- look s'pretty under me, like you belong there"

#asks #hendery #nct #wayv #hendery smut #hendery x you #hendery x reader #nct smut #wayv smut #nct hard thoughts #nct hard hours #wayv hard thoughts #wayv hard hours #street fighter bf!hendery

[doki-doki-imagines]

Okay so I’m so in love with your fics (especially the mk ones) you don’t even know how much joy they bring me!

I’m in so much pain and I’m quite literally bleeding out, so that leaves me wondering, how would the mk1 men (specifically Liu Kang and Kui Liang, but you can add anyone) react if their lover was very emotionally and physically needy when their time of the month comes around. Like would Liu and Kui use their hands as a personal heating pad? Would they let go easy on me in training? And what would happen if I over exerted myself doing daily tasks, only to be left on the verge of crying? Would they let me be as close as I can to them at night because the warmth helps me with my horrific cramps?

ANYWAY, sorry this is a bit of word vomit, but I wanna see your thoughts on this! Also idc if its just sfw, or both sfw and nsfw. (Love your work!!)

author note: you are so cute!! Feel free to ramble whenever you want, I always chat with pleasure!🫡 It's bloody week for me too, so I understand more or less your pain. Hope you'll enjoy these as much as you enjoyed my previous works! I'm still a puddle from your kind words lol

Liu Kang: "How are you, dear?" It's a rethorical question, Liu Kang knows the answer, and he doesn't like it. He had to leave you early this morning to greet and train his trainees, kissing your forehead and caressing your pelvis with his warm hand, a temporary relief, before leaving your aching body. "I'm a bit better." Liu Kang can feel the pain in your voice and sighs. You are laying on the couch, dragon shaped hot-water bottle settled on your tummy. He kneels in front of you, shiny eyes looking straight into yours. "Do you want something to eat? Maybe soup?" His left hand caresses your cheek; you must have cried from pain since it is moist. "No, just your company is going to be enough before training." He stands up, already sitting next to you, arm encircling your shoulders, making your head rest on his necknook. "No training for you today-" His plush lips kiss your temple, one hand now resting where the hot-water bottle was, tattoos glowing in the dim light of the room "Just rest, dear one." You close your eyes, finally relaxed enough to rest in the arms of your lover.

Kuai Liang: He runs to your shared room, rumours of you passing at the training ground spreading like a virus, each person it goes by making the news more virulent. "I heard there was blood anywhere." "Maybe it's an hemorrhage." "I heard doctors were desperate." This is what arrived to Liang ears, now running, face beaded in sweat and pale, so pale you could see the veins on his face. "How are you?!" The door slams open, onyx strands of hair falling from his high bun. You look at him, tears staining your cheeks, laying on the bed in fetal position. Liang runs toward you, his hand immediately on your forehead, feeling your temperature. "I don't have a fever, Liang." Your voice is barely a whisper, pain clear in your voice, not calming your boyfriend at all. "I've been told that you passed out and that you were losing a lot of blood." Liang voice is hurried, eyes still scanning your face, searching for a potential hint of your condition. You let out a chuckle, now your hands caressing his rough cheeks. "Love, I'm just menstruating." Liang sighs, head falling down, even deeper in the palm of your hands. "I was so worried for you." His eyes finally more relaxed, a smile gracing his face, but it lasts just a second, a serious expression now taking its place. "How many times I told you to take it easy when you are like this." "Many mom, you are right, won't do it anymore." You half joke, sing-sanging as best as you can, cramps still making it hard for you to fully smile. Liang pinches your cheek, laying next to you, your back touching his front, hands on your pelvis, keeping you tight against him in a warm embrace. "Grandmaster, don't you have places to go?" You ask worried, but still making yourself more comfortable in his arms. "Grandmaster had enough stress for today, now it's recharge time." He replies, head in your necknook, eyes closed before giving a butterfly kiss to your neck. Yeah, recharge time doesn't sound bad right now.

#mk x reader #mk1 x reader #mortal kombat x reader #mk scenarios #kuai liang #kuai liang x reader #mk1 scorpion #scorpion x reader #liu kang #liu kang x reader #mk x you #mortal kombat xl #mk1 x you

[melodramaschild]

Immediate yes to that tattoo and piercing Drabble idea babe, in fact it isn’t even a yes it’s me begging for it

Based on me (so lots of neurodivergent and awkward)

Moder au

“Babe, I’m telling you, the whole conversation was… kinda weird.” Sirius said as he pulled his long hair into a high messy bun. “Do I look good?” He asked Remus and he nodded.

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“What do you mean by weird?” Remus raised his eyebrow at his boyfriend as he was cleaning the chair.

“Well… she was way too nice.”

“And that’s weird?” Remus chuckled at that.

“She is calling me Mr. Black, she was… way too polite, has private Instagram and… she’s nice. Like, I never had this kind of conversation with my clients before.” Sirius thought. “And she lets me do my work! Like she send me the screen of my work and said that she wants it!”

Sirius was feeling enthusiastic about people admiring his work. But he really loved tattooing people with his work.

“Never heard you judging people like this, Mr. Black.” Remus joked as he hooked his fingers under Sirius’ chin. “I’m not judging,” Sirius frowned. “It’s mean to judge.” Remus tapped his chin with this thumb. “I’m not, she’s just… interesting.” “Yeah right.” Remus smiled and collected his lips with Sirius.

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“Hi, can I help you somehow?” James asked you as you tripped over the door into the studio. “Fuck sorry.” You apologised to the door. Very good way how to make a good first impression.

“Yeah, hi there, hello.” You waved your hand at him and nervously chuckled. “I’m-I’m having an a-appointment on 2pm with M-Mr. Black.” You explained and swung on your heels.

James gave you back a warm smile. “Yes of course, you can leave your jacket here and I’ll talk to him.” James explained and disappeared in on of the room.

“You can come in.”

—

Sirius couldn’t help but smile a bit. He didn’t expect… the way you looked. He called this no-taste clothes. Without all judgment and bad meaning, of course. And you looked exactly like that. Like you don’t truly know your style so you just wear whatever you find in your closet or in the clothing shop.

You looked like a lost puppy who was hiding in the corner. It was even in your face. The look behind your eyes that made you look confused and scared.

“You must be Y/n, is that correct?” He asked and you nodded. “Yeah, nice to meet you, Mr. Black.” You said and handed him your hand for a proper greeting. He couldn’t help but grin. He didn’t meet people with hand shaking for very long time.

“Nice to meet you too Y/n.” He smiled. “Can we get you anything? Coffee, tea, some biscuit too?” James eyed you. “A tea is okay, thank you very much. A fruit one if you have.”

“Anything for you, dove.” James made you smile as he disappeared.

“So, since we have a bit of privacy. Please have a seat.” He pointed at the small black leather couch in the corner of the room. “So you chose my design, is that still correct?”

“Yes.”

“And the placement?”

“Uh, I don’t know how it’s specifically named.” You nervously scratched your ear. “It’s okay, you can describe it.” Sirius assured you and sunk into the couch, suddenly getting a bit shy as you had to describe it.

“It’s like between breasts but down the chest, you know. Like not fully on my tummy, but also on my breasts too.” Sirius mind went into oblivion. He wasn’t expecting some goody two shoes girl looking requesting that tattoo on this place.

His cheeks became bloody red. “We can do that.”

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“Please take your top clothing off. Your bra too…” suddenly he felt so nervous. Like he never saw woman’s breasts before, like he never said this sentence in his work. “It’s because of the placement.” He nervously explained, like he needed to excuse himself and turned around to give you some privacy.

You smiled to yourself. Maybe you were shy that it was painful, but you really understood some things. You took off your clothing, carefully folding it and putting your bra on the top of it.

You wanted to scooped it in the corner of the couch, but what if someone is gonna come it and would like to sit there? You didn’t want to distribute some people by your clothes.

You didn’t even think about how irrational those thoughts were.

“Uh, where can I put my clothes?” You asked and Sirius turned around. And you were looking up at him like your life depended on him. Your hands were in front of you, holding your folded clothes like you were giving it to him, hiding your breasts that looked so hypnotizing to him.

“Oh,” he gasped. “You can leave it on the couch, angel.” It slipped so effortlessly that he wasn’t even ashamed of it. He felt how tensed you were. How awkward this situation felt, but you were so nice to him, your behaviour careful and light, even when your body posture looked like the opposite.

You placed your clothes back, brining your arms up to your chest to cover yourself. “I’m going to cover your breasts, I just need them to be as they are. You know… b-because-”

“I know,” you smiled at understanding. Sirius took a few napkins, fondling then in half and taping them together. “Could you please…?” Sirius pointed at your arms, suddenly he felt like a teenager who sees breasts for the first time. “Oh, yeah, sorry.” You said and quickly pulled your arms down.

Reliving your breasts at him and he felt how every thought of his is leaving him. Sirius’ eyes roamed all over your torso. From your pierced nipples to your bellybutton piercing and happy trail. And back to your face which told him how shy you got.

He saw many breasts at work weekly, maybe even daily but there was something about you that made him view you more than as another costumer.

“My hands may be a bit way too cold, so I apologise.” He suddenly murmured and you looked at away. You were looking into the wall as you felt his gloved cold fingers taping napkins over your breasts to cover you.

“Everything alright?”

“You’re cold, Mr. Black.” You chuckled and he felt like from now he has to do everything to hear your laugh again and again.

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“Does it hurt?” He looked up at you from your breasts like every minute, just to sneak a glance at you to make sure you’re okay. “No, I’m okay, thank you.” You meekly said and he knew that you were lying a bit.

It’s not like this was your first tattoo, but it was a new place, it was large and you looked way too polite to complain.

“Just tell me if you need anything, alright?” He made sure and you nodded, swallowing the sharp pain that was creating on your ribs.

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“…and you know, my mum is strict and religious so things like tattoos and piercings weren’t allowed. But now I’m adult and I have my own job and I live alone so I can do that.” You laughed at that like a little devil, bitting your tongue as you did.

“So rebellious?” Sirius smirked. He felt like he got onto your wave quickly. He was glad that he was able to get behind your shy walls.

“You make fun of it but actually yes. Who do you think that pierced my ears?”

Sirius stopped tattooing and looked up. There was at least 10 piercings in each ear. All those positions were right. Right in their spots as they were supposed to be, in angle they supposed to be, space between them as it was supposed. He was impressed.

“You?” He asked, his eyes widening. “Yeah, needles are ridiculously cheap. 40 needles for 1£? It made me experiment a lot.” You explained.

“Wait…” He thought, remembering his school years too. “You bought them in the pharmacy, right? Because piercing needles aren’t that cheap.” He did the same thing.

“Yes exactly.” You smiled. “So all alone?” He asked.

“Yeah, lots of them looked like a crap at the first try, so it took me all of those 40 needles to end up with something like this.” You felt a bit embarrassment to admit something like that. But your therapist said that it’s important not to be ashamed of your mistakes.

“Damn,” Sirius adjusted in his seat. “Brave girl.” He quickly pulled the picture of young Y/n living in strict religious household and doing her piercings in the middle of the night just to feel something.

He felt like he was slowly connecting to you. Like something deeper was connecting you both. But you didn’t know and he felt this urge to tell you that. Very few people knew that, but he felt safe with you.

“My mum…” He started.

—

“You okay?” He asked when he felt you tensed up underneath his touch. You shook your head and he immediately stopped. Putting down his gun and cooling down your skin with the back of his cold gloves. “What’s wrong, angel?” His head was hovering over yours and he saw a few tears escaping your eyes

“I’m so sorry, it hurt so much, I just didn’t expect it.” You quickly apologised and wiped your tears away. Suddenly feeling so small and embarrassed under his gaze.

“It’s okay, sweet girl. No need to apologise, alright? Let’s take a break.” He helped you sit up, holding your back in case your head would want to go spinny.

“Deep breathes, we have all the time in the world.” He promised and you took a deep shaky breath. “Here, drink up.” He handed you the fruit tea that was actually cold by now.

“Thank you.” You squeaked and nursed on the tea.

“I would like to say that we can stop, but that would make our tattoo unfinished.” He joked and you chuckled. Oh that sweet smile of yours, it’s gonna get him in trouble.

“No, I can do it.” You assured him and he smiled. “Knew you are brave.”

—

“Are you planning any piercings?” He asked as he was back on your skin.

“I actually do!” You tilted your head at him. You didn’t even wait for him and started talking. It felt like he found the right topic to talk about.

“I definitely want to get septum and tongue. I’m sure that both nostrils too.” You had this dreamy look on you, smile all sweet and pure.

“The rebel is rebelling.” You both laughed at that.

—

“I’ll talk to Remmy and find which one of us is free sooner and I’ll text you later today, alright?” He was walking you towards the main door, walking behind you like a dog.

“How do you feel though, everything okay?” He placed his hand on your shoulder, stopping you like he wasn’t ready to let you go yet.

“Yes of course! I’m gonna expect your message then. And yes I’m all okay. Just the tissue on the tattoo feels so fucking weird.” You shivered as you said that.

“You can take it off in a few hours, alright?”

—

“I see someone is love strucked.” Remus teased as he hugged his boyfriend from behind, tickling his tummy.

“She’s so magical.” Sirius breathed out.

“What was the with who’s free sooner, hm?” He asked as he kissed his neck. “For piercing.” Sirius said as he still eyed the door you left with.

“And probably for a date too. She’s way too sweet to left behind.” Sirius turned around in his arms and Remus laughed. “So now she’s sweet and not nice and weird?” Remus teased.

“Ah, fuck off mate. That was a glitch in matrix of me.”

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[yandere-kokeshi]

— Bloody, fucking red!

Pairing: Yandere dabi x afab reader.

Summary: Dabi wants to help with your period. So, why don't you let him?

Warnings: Yandere behavior, period sex, doggy style(?), oral sex, fingering/eating out, soft-dom Dabi.

This is not proofread — this is on queue.

Might do a part two. This was supposed to come out on valentines day but hey, it's out ig.

“Doll, why don’t you let me help?” Dabi asked behind you, cringing at your painful groans.

Sighing, you dig yourself further into the bundle of pillows and blankets, “No… It’s icky.”

“Icky?” You heard him laugh, “What are you, a child now?”

You rolled your eyes, before groaning from the immense stabbing you felt in your lower abdomen. Gosh, did cramps really have to hurt this bad?

You heard Dabi sigh, feeling hands drag along your back and thighs, weight being sunken into the mattress behind you. Turning around, you saw Dabi kneeling over you before kissing your cheek and nose.

“Bambi, I promise. It’ll help with the cramping and bloating. I can show you the damn article.” He looked at you with his icy-blue eyes, trying to convince you to agree to the ‘romantic’ intercourse.

“But–” You stopped, starting to chew on your fingernails with overblown thoughts.

“But what, baby?” Dabi repeated, before smirking at his thoughts. “I know you’re having a hard day. Plus, I know sitting on my face always brightens you up.”

“Dabi, it’ll get messy–” You try to protest. But he brings his face closer to yours, pulling his mouth to your ear before whispering.

“—I like it messy.”

Finally, you nod — a slow, agreeable nod that Dabi took right too. Climbing over you, Dabi took his shirt and pants off, only leaving him in his boxers.

Dabi gets under the sheets, crawling between your legs, making sure to grab a pillow to slip beneath the small area of your back for comfort.

With him laying on his stomach, you felt embarrassed. Uneasy at this position and spiraling thoughts that made the situation worse. What if he leaves you? Or he get fed up with how you bleed and doesn’t let you finish? Or how—

“Hey,”

Slowly, you meet Dabi’s gaze, a soft yet stern look in his eyes. “Stop overthinking. If you want me to stop — tell me.”

You nod yet again, throwing a smile at him before feeling your shirt being pulled off, exposing your stomach and breasts with his warm hands kneading at your skin; feeling his face move downwards, kisses being prepped all over your tummy.

Letting out a shaky sigh of relief, you feel Dabi knead the soft swell of your breasts in his palm. Hearing him hum at your hardened nipples, he looked up at you before speaking.

“Spread your legs.”

Within a second, your pants and panties were guided off, being thrown into the abyss of the semi-larged bedroom.

Dabi pulls you closer to him — earning a small yelp out of you, a small chuckle coming from him.

He pulls your knees over his shoulder before diving in, his tongue meeting your center. He started off slowly, smearing and licking your growing slick and blood all over your entrance, nibbling softly at your clit and squeezing your thighs affectionately.

“Fuckk,” He groaned, making direct eye contact with you. “You’re so fucking sweet. This pretty pussy is my favorite meal.”

You moaned, feeling your cheeks heat up even more. God, it felt really good.

Dabi continues his abuse, the sounds of slurping and occasional deep groans combined with your needy whines, all your negative thoughts and feeling of ‘ickiness’ were sucked away. His thick muscle was flat against your clit, tracing tight but quick circles.

“Cum for me, do it dollface.” He demanded, voice slightly muffled by your thighs clenching around his head. “Come on, you can do it. You're doin’ so well baby, this is all ‘for me, yeah?”

“Shit!” You moaned, embarrassment rushing through you. You tug at his hair, hearing the way he eats your cunt. It’s sloppy, erotic — lewd. Wet noises fill the room, it was borderline disgusting, yet so hot.

Your tummy starts tightening — almost too tight like a rope ready to rip apart.

You came, clenching around nothing as his fingers spread your pussy, licking all the blood and slick that had slid down. Making sure to slurp and suck more as your sensitive pussy carved more stimulation.

Suddenly, the front door had two bounding knocks. Which resulted in both of you turning.

Dabi smiled though, “Guess the pizza is here. Should I go out like this, baby?”

—

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[anemptypuddingcup]

Period (not necessarily) sex w/ Luffy.

Wrote one for Zoro, now I’m writing one with Luffy. I’ll end up making this into a series so I’ll make a special tag for it. (Y’all know how much I adore Luffy.)

Contains: Blood Warning. Slight Period Sex. (It’s mutual masturbation.) Luffy comforting you the best he can. Soft Luffy. Fingering. Mutual masturbation.

“Let’s go play together ________! We can chill out in th’sun or somethin’” Luffy bursts into your shared room, not really taking a second to feel the atmosphere and tension in the room. Though he’s a bundle of sunshine that brightens up your day, not much could be helped when the cramps were kicking your ass. “I’m sorry Luffy…I can’t play with you today…” You say sorrily before turning over in bed. The sound of Luffy’s sandals grow closer to you before he presses a hand to you side, the feeling of the bed sinking at his weight. “Ehh? What’s wrong? Ya sound like ya feel bad…” Luffy says, a soft concerning tone slipping into his voice. You turn to him, your face a bit contorted from slight pain of your cramps.

Luffy gives you a worrisome look and climbs onto bed before kicking off his sandals, climbing over you carefully and slowly he sets his body beside yours. “Luffy? What’re you doing?” You asked, a soft smile crept across your face. Luffy smiles before slowly peeling the blankets from your body and wrapping his arms around you while burying his face deep into your neck. “Where does it hurt baby?” He whispers to you before pressing a kiss to your ear. You shiver as you hear his voice rasp before turning to him. You point to your lower tummy and move his hand to it, sliding his hand halfway within your panties. He slowly rubs his hand along your lower tummy while his other hand crept along the smooth skin of your body. “Izzat feelin’ better?” He asks, peeking to you with half-lidded eyes. You whimper leaves your lips before you turn over with a pained groan and burying your face into his shoulder.

“Mmm…a little bit…but not much.” You admit, a pained whimper leaving you. Luffy moves in closer to you and slowly pushes his hand deeper into your panties, before pulling them off your legs. Your eyes widens as you quickly glance to Luffy who had a blank expression across his face. He slowly sets your underwear onto the floor before looking back to you. You thanked yourself a million times for putting a towel on the bed before lying down. “L-Luffy, I-I’m really bloody…” You say to him before huffing. Luffy tilts his head, questioning why you were staying the obvious to him. He slowly trails his hand down to your soaking bloody cunt but you grip his wrist to stop him, a bit embarrassed and worried that the clumsy man would make a mess if not careful.

“What’s wrong with that? A lil’ blood ain’t gon’ hurt anyone, ‘specially not me.” He says before smiling. You sighed heavily before letting go of his wrist, allowing him to please you the way he wanted to. His fingers lands on your swollen and pulsing clit, your body was clearly craving attention and yet you never seeked out for it. His fingers swirls and massages your clit, making a little moan fall from your mouth. The moan made Luffy grow hard within his shorts, but he was more worried about you. Noticing his hard-on constricted within his shorts, you slowly trail your hand within his shorts and briefs before softly gripping his cock. A sudden gasp leaves his lips before he looks at you with a bit of surprise in his eyes.

“O-Oi oi! I’m s’posed to be helpin’ ya baby…” Luffy says while staring at you. You smile softly before giving him a soft kiss on his lips. “I-I don’t want you to be alone on this Luffy~” You said as you begin stroking him. Luffy shivers from your warm and soft hand moving from his base and up his shaft. “Ahhh~ I-It does feel good~” He says softly. He slowly slides two digits into your pussy easily, pumping them at the same rhythm of you pumping his cock. Your fingers stroke at his tip that leaked precum before stroking him again, using his precum as lubricant. Luffy lets our little groans as you stroked him diligently, his back arching a little as he began to feel the intensity of the pleasure.

A loud mewl spills out of your lips as you felt Luffy’s fingertips hit your g-spot wonderfully. You lift your leg slightly so he could get a better angle inside of your sloppy cunt. Your hand began to pick up its pace as Luffy fed your pussy the pleasure it wanted. Luffy’s groans grows louder as he begins to buck his hips into your hand, trying to fuck your fist. “Mh!~ I-I want m-more!~ S-Stroke it more baby!~ Fist my dick more!~” Luffy pleads as he turns over to you. You obey and stroke his cock faster, making him whine out in wonderful pleasure. “Y-Yeah! J-Just l-like that babyy~” He gasp. You let out louder moans as his fingers goes faster inside of your cunt, the noises growing more sloppy and obscene as his fingers went deep and fast inside of your gummy walls.

Luffy presses his lips against yours, a moan leaving him as he pushes tongue past your lips. Your free arms wrap around each other’s bodies as you began to make out while pleasuring each other’s lower region. It hadn’t been long before you felt your orgasm growing closer. Luffy releases himself from the kiss as a string of saliva falls from your lips. He feels your cunt tighten around his fingers while he felt himself growing closer as well. “Y’wanna cum baby? I know ya gettin’ close~” Luffy says before kissing your lips again. You nodded profusely, wanting to feel that tight knot snap within your core. “Y-Yes!~ I-I wanna cum Luffy!~ I-I’ll cum if you wanna cum~” You moaned out. Luffy smiles and kisses your cheek before letting out a breathy moan. “Let’s cum together then babyy~” He breathes.

You squirm slightly but tried your best not to make a mess as you felt yourself reeling over the edge, same with Luffy. Luffy hit his lower lip as a groan leaves his lips. “C-Can’t hold it Gotta cum baby! Cum with me!~” Luffy says, his arm holding your body tightly as he felt himself ready to burst. “L-Luffy! Ah! I w-wanna! Luffy!!~” You stumbled over your words as you struggled to get out a full sentence to Luffy. A loud whine leaves your lips as you squirt out onto the towel and Luffy’s hand, your face buried deep within Luffy’s chest. Luffy groans loudly before his cum spurts out onto the sheets and your shirt, a heavy gasp following afterwards. Luffy pulls you close within his embrace, a bit exhausted from his orgasm. “S-So tired…Fuck.” He breathes before he removes his fingers from your soaking hole. “Aww man, I can’t taste ya…” He pouts as he wanted to get a taste of your sweet essence, though he denied himself to do so, knowing it was very icky to just slurp up your juices mixed with your blood from deep inside of yourself. He wipes his fingers off thoroughly with the towel before holding your body and embracing you.

You move your hand from his cock before hugging him back, a whine leaving your lips as you were still recovering from your orgasm. “Luffy…ah..” You whined before pressing a kiss to his jaw. Luffy presses a kiss to you lips before a giggle leaves him. “Do ya feel better..? Is th’pain gone?” He asked, looking deep into your eyes. You nodded, relieved that he’s helped with both the issues of the pain and the pleasure. He smiles before pressing a kiss to your lips and relaxing with you. “Ahhh we can just do this…we don’ gotta go play, shishishi.” He giggles, his arms holding you tight. You smile and hug him softly, enjoying his warmth against your body.

“I’m okay with that…Luffy.”

#one piece #one piece smut #one piece fluff #op smut #op fluff #one piece x female reader #one piece luffy #op luffy #luffy smut #luffy fluff #luffy x reader #luffy x female reader #monkey d luffy #puddingcupfics #puddingsperiodseries

[jokeringcutio]

Otis B. Driftwood X F. Reader - Migraine (Explicit 18+ ficlet)

Fandom: House of 1000 Corpses, Pairing: Otis B. Driftwood x Reader Warnings: Period/Blood, Menstruation Kink, Migraine!Reader, Headache!Reader. Dub-con situation, Dom/Sub tones, Explicit Smut, 18+ material, Dark Romance stuff. One-shot/Ficlet/Drabble written on a whim for my dear @myers-meadow 💜Hopefully this will elevate some of your pain.

Otis B Driftwood x Reader ->  Headache.

The ache was incredibly bad today. The blinding light was too bright for your eyes, the sounds the other family members made were too loud for your ears, and the smell of the decaying bodies was too putrid for your sensitive nose.

You rolled over in the bed, curtains drawn so you basked in a peaceful silent darkness. A breath of relief escaped your lips. Your arm was drawn over your head, elevating some of the pain you felt like a band around your forehead, pushing against your temples, stabbing into your skull on occasion.

All you wished for was a little peace and quiet. A wish that was denied when Otis came barging in under loud noises. The soles of his boots creaked, his clothes rustled, the gun in his hands clicked and he was cursing. None of it quiet.

He was followed by Baby who wasn’t nearly as loud, but neither was she quiet. She chuckled as she came to stand in the doorway and observed you. “Bloody dark,” you heard Otis say, then flinched when he switched the light on. You drew your arm even tighter over your face, covering your eyes which you squeezed shut tight.

“I need some goddamn release, babe,” you heard him say. Then felt how his hands were upon your thighs, prying them apart until he pushed himself roughly in between them. “Open up those pretty eyes, sweet cheeks.”

When you refused, you felt his grip falter. “Open up, sweetpie,” he tried again, his voice growing darker. Like a warning.

You heard a huff, then felt his grip on you tighten.

Behind Otis, you heard Baby push herself away from the doorpost. “She ain’t into it, Otis,” she said. You heard her footsteps and the sound of her voice coming nearer to you.

“What’s wrong?” Otis asked, but it was met with silence. “Is she broken or something?” Must be to Baby. “Are you broken?” Otis asked gruffly, this time obviously to you. You felt a slap against your inner thigh, then felt how he moved out from between your legs with a growl.

“Let me guess,” Baby said, her sweet voice near your ear. She must be leaning forward to you, you guessed, for you felt her hot breath roll against your ear. “You’re having a headache,” here she hesitated to give you a once-over, then licked her lips. “And you’re on your period.”

You grunted, and Baby straightened again with a smile. “See!” she said, sounding way too happy. “I am a real people person!” Yeah, when those people are toys you can play with or dead, you thought grumpily.

But the fact was, you were suffering from a really nasty migraine attack. It had crawled upon you all too slowly, and yet you hadn’t noticed it had until it was there. Your head hurt, it throbbed and was pierced all at once. Your tummy hurt, your abdomen squeezing painfully while the first of your monthly blood was violently brought forth. Really nothing was pleasant about this situation. You felt tired, angry, sick. Moody to a point you didn’t even want to meet yourself at this stage. Could they not fuck off and leave you here to die?

Well, not really die, but… You felt horrible, and not at all in the mood for anything. You just wanted to lie there until the pain inside your head faded and the ache in your belly subsided.

“Then we can fuck in the dark,” Otis said, the words instantly followed by the clicking of the light switch. Darkness surrounded you once more. You heard Baby click her tongue, probably shaking her head.

“Yeah, you do whatever,” you heard her say. “I’m off to my own room. Come join me if you want some daylight fun.” Then she was gone.

The bed dipped again as Otis came to sit over you, a knee pressed at either side. He dipped his head forth. Warm hands grabbed your wrists, pulling them away from your face until your arms were trapped above your head. You felt how his long hair tickled your skin before his warm lips were placed over yours, capturing them in a kiss.

So he was truly doing this? You gasped once the kiss broke and opened your eyes to stare up at him in the darkness the room provided. The vague outline of his shape was visible, like an angry grey silhouette that moved in the dark. Only, his shape was filled with colorful blocks, little colored lights that your head filled in despite the darkness. A method of torture, you were sure. A reason you hated to have headaches like these. Even with the lights out, your eyes still managed to hurt, and in effect, so did your head.

“You’d better not be fucking with me,” the angry growl came from above you, where Otis sat up to take off his top. You could hear him unzip his pants before his hands sought yours to unzip them as well. He started to tug them down your hips. “If this headache stuff is just bullshit,” he warned you.

“It’s real,” you croaked, then flinched as you tried to look at him. “I wouldn’t fake-“ you flinched again, then tried to wiggle when you noticed he was trying to take your underpants down. The attempt was miserable. Your hips hardly moved. Your head spun too wildly to coordinate your body.

Then you felt how his hand came to rest between your thighs, pushing them apart. A slap of his palm against your bare cunt alerted you that he had succeeded in taking your pants off. A growl escaped your lips as you arched your back again. A finger slid roughly into your slit, pressing deep until you felt his knuckle. His nail scraped past your sensitive walls that instantly fluttered around the digit, earning you a rough laugh.  “Not want this, eh?” you heard Otis say. “Liar.”

You gasped again, arching your back. A wet squelch was heard when he retracted his finger till only the tip was inside, then he pushed in again.

“I said no,” you gasped, breathlessly. “I’m not feeling well. I’m bleeding.”

“So?”

That caught you speechless. Because indeed. So? So what? Why wasn’t he bothered by it?

And then you reminded yourself who you were dealing with here. If anyone wouldn’t be repulsed by blood, it would be this artistic murderer. While you were still in a daze, he kneeled between your legs. A sinful sound came from your cunt when his lips engulfed your sensitive bud. You felt his lips upon you, joining his finger while he pumped, eagerly suckling your clit and licking your cunt. as if he were hungry for your blood. You gasped, this time in pleasure, then you moved your arms down until your hands came to rest on the top of his head. Your fingers curled in the strands there before tightening and pulling him closer, effectively forcing him to slobber and suck and nip at your aching cunt until you had your fill.

He lapped at you eagerly, desperate for the nectar that spilled from your core. Slick mingled with blood. Your womb clamped painfully inside of you, but the pleasure was making the sensation more and more bearable until you’d forgotten your period pain completely.

You were moaning, guiding Otis up and down and closer. His nose against your pussy lips while his tongue dove in deep. His finger was joined by another. The two thick digits curled and twisted inside of you. And then, when he considered you ready enough for him, he jerked from your grip and sat up between you.

He propped your legs up and over his shoulders and nearly folded you in half as he bent over you. The tip of his hard cock, throbbing and dripping pre-cum, pressed against your opening, then slid in without little resistance. Both of you cried out in tandem while you felt him bottom out. A growl escaped Otis, and you saw the white glint of his gritted teeth in the dark.

Otis’s hands were upon your arms, gripping you while he set a steady pace. Slick sounds filled the room while you shortly worried about staining the bed. A stupid notion, you thought. The bed had been stained by the blood of so many others before you.

Otis was a murderer after all. An Artist. A lover of gore.

No wonder he took you with such fervor while your blood spread across his shaft. Your pussy was sensitive, more than you remembered it to have ever been before. It pulsed around his shaft, milking him, begging for each and everything he could give.

You heard how it affected him. How his low grunts and husky curses became more passionate and more desperate with each thrust and with each pull of your cunt. All too soon, he had you arching your back in pleasure while an orgasm washed over you. Your nipples peeked against your shirt, your cunt clenched down tight. And still he kept thrusting.

“Fuck,” he groaned. It took him more effort to enter you when you clamped down on him like a vice. He had to forcibly pull back his cock and slam it in again, time after time, until the head of his cock hit a pleasurable spot deep inside and your walls started to flutter again.

Your toes curled with delight. He fucked you through your first orgasm, and onto the next. You bit your lip to keep from crying out, but he was thrusting mercilessly, pounding you deep and hard, battering that sweet spot deep inside of your cunt until you saw stars again. This time not from the migraine. These were the stars of horny pleasure. Stars of eroticism. Of sheer luck.

Of him giving you his essence.

Because you felt it. Felt how his hips stuttered and how his warm cum shot deep inside. You heard his hoarse yell, the obscenities he uttered while his hands sought your face and cupped your cheeks.

Then you felt how his lips captured yours in a kiss. His hips pressed tight against yours, his softening cockhead nudging your cervix with the last spasms of his orgasm. Then he slid out.

“Fuck, I think I’ve found a new favorite pastime,” Otis said while he sat up and ran a hand through his hair. You squinted your eyes when he clicked on the bedside lamp, and quickly hid your face behind your arms again. Okay, so the migraine hadn’t gone away. But the pain in your lower region had been replaced by the soft tingling of your afterglow. That was an improvement.

You watched through half-lidded eyes how Otis smirked down at you. He was still undressed, pants tucked to his ankles while yours were discarded halfway across the room. Then he bent over and dipped a finger into a pool of juices that stained the sheets. You watched, mesmerized, as he lifted his finger. He held it in front of his eyes to study it. The bright red blood glinted in the light of the lamp.

Then his eyes turned to you, a similar glint within them, while a smile spread on his lips. “Oh, we’re definitely gonna do this again, pumpkin.” You parted your lips to protest, but he saw the attempt and quickly interfered. “Na-ah,” he tusked you patronizingly so. “Need I remind you? You’re mine.”

And then he was upon you again. His lips ravishing yours in a fiery kiss. Besotted with twisted love and hungry for more of your blood.

He was inside of you before you could protest. And you knew, your life would never be the same again.

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[edosianorchids901]

Injurious Distance

@flashfictionfridayofficial prompt - "soaring above"

A vague unease spread through Crawley. He froze in place with his drink raised halfway to his lips.

He glanced around, but there was absolutely nothing going on in the courtyard. Unless you counted the ducks wandering through. They looked pretty peaceful, though.

Frowning, he put down the beer and stood. Brilliant light reflected off every surface, the Egyptian sun almost overwhelming. Maybe he was just getting a headache from that?

But no, this was something totally different. He was decently sure that it had nothing to do with anxiety, either. It felt new.

Closing his eyes, Crawley touched his fingers to his temples and cast his awareness out. He searched the metaphysical landscape, seeking the source of the malaise.

He found it out in the desert. The sense of wrongness increased as he focused. Something was definitely wrong, and although it was dim, he recognized the presence even at a great distance.

It was Aziraphale. Something was wrong with Aziraphale.

“Shitshitshit.” Crawley opened his eyes again, marched to the wall, and peered out. But no, of course Aziraphale couldn’t be close enough to see. He must be way, way out there. Too far to reach on foot in time to stop whatever bad thing must be happening.

And Crawley was on the wrong side of the Nile, anyway. A river and half a desert between him and Aziraphale.

Only one option, then.

Crawley pulled his wings into the physical plane and gasped at the deep, throbbing aches. He drew a few deep breaths as he leaned on the wall, bracing himself. This would be bloody miserable, but Aziraphale needed him apparently.

Jaw clenched, Crawley launched himself into the air. The first flap of his wings made his vision dim, which was honestly not so bad considering how damn bright it was.

But the subsequent flaps hurt too, and a hiss slipped though his gritted teeth. He ignored the pain and just flew anyway. He was used to pain. He’d been in pain ever since he Fell.

This wasn’t the type of pain he felt most often, though, and he wasn’t as well practiced at ignoring it. His wings only hurt when he manifested them, and he didn’t manifest them often.

He also hadn’t flown at any point in the past thousand years or so. He was definitely out of practice.

Still, the landscape passed swiftly underneath him. He soared above the Nile, across the sandy desert, over the shade of oases. Still no sign of Aziraphale.

The brilliant light of the midday sun was even more miserable from here. Crawley flicked a hand and miracled a pair of dark glasses, then crammed them on his face. That dropped the light level some, and he sighed in relief. At least that was one thing that hurt less.

His wings were not hurting less. The deep ache has graduated to a full burning now, a searing agony that might have dropped him out of the sky if he hadn’t been so intent on his goal. He had to find Aziraphale.

Finally, he spotted a figure sprawled in the sand below. Not moving.

Breathless, Crawley dove. He hit the ground hard enough to send shooting pain through his legs, too, and he yelped as he stumbled to a halt beside the limp form.

Aziraphale turned, looking up at him with glassy eyes. “Craw…ley?”

“Hi, yep. What’s wrong with you?” Trembling with pain, Crawley crouched down beside the angel and prodded his arm. “Are you hurt?”

“Not very much.” Aziraphale just laid there. “I got a trifle robbed by bandits, and they hit me rather a lot. My tummy hurts.”

Crawley hovered a hand over Aziraphale’s belly, focusing his attention on the injuries, and inhaled sharply. “Oh, Satan.”

Aziraphale looked around again. “Oh no, where?”

“Er.” Crawley awkwardly patted Aziraphale’s arm. “Not here, s’ okay. I just meant that you’re really hurt. Bleeding internally.”

“Well, why didn’t you… say so?” Aziraphale replied, cross.

“I just did.” After a deep breath, bracing again, Crawley swept one wing up to shield Aziraphale from the sun. Last thing Aziraphale needed was heat stroke. “How do you feel aside from your… tummy?”

“Sore.” Aziraphale screwed his eyes shut. “And rather warm.”

“Nh, yeah. S’ a hot day.” At least Crawley had gotten here quickly, despite the distance. “Listen, I’m gonna heal you. Just lie still.”

He swallowed hard, then channeled a careful healing miracle into the area. Aziraphale moaned as he repaired the damage, and Crawley murmured an apology. But discomfort was better than Aziraphale discorporating from internal bleeding.

After the miracle, Aziraphale opened his eyes again. He blinked a few times, then gave Crawley a tiny smile. “Oh. That feels much, much better. Thank you.”

“Don’t mention it.” Exhausted, muscles trembling, Crawley collapsed into a seated position. He kept his wing up despite the pain. “You’re not hurt anywhere else?”

“I suspect I’m a touch banged up all over, but that was the only serious thing. I think.” Sniffling, Aziraphale blinked a few times and glanced around. “Goodness, I’m awfully far out in the desert. How did you find me?”

Oh shit, Crawley did not want to try to explain that. Especially when he wasn’t really sure himself. But he tried not to lie to Aziraphale, in general. “Er. I felt that you were in danger.”

“You what?”

“I felt that you were in danger.” Crawley’s wings ached even more as he got more stressed, and he glared. “I dunno how it works, I just felt it. Came looking for you.”

Aziraphale smiled, reaching to squeeze his hand. “Well. However it works, I do appreciate it.”

Embarrassed, Crawley grumbled vaguely and looked away. It really was undemonic to rush to the aid of an angel, but Aziraphale was his friend. Helping him was worth both embarrassment and pain.

#good omens #ineffable husbands #crowley #aziraphale

[injestedsoap]

Dirty, dirty, NSFW fic where you welcome home your favorite sergeant with tongues and fingers

for @femalefemur, please never stop sending me porn links, babe.

It had been a long deployment and Soap knew it was going to be a short break. Price had told him he'd have a month, Soap was skeptical it would be more than two weeks. But none of that mattered right now. Not his exhaustion, not his buzzing brain, not the new scars he came home with, not even the fact that his ears were still ringing from the battlefield. None of that mattered because you were tongue deep in him while your hand tugged on his weeping cock.

"Ah," Soap moaned, pressing his face into the mattress and his ass back against your tongue, "Ah, hen what you bloody do to me,"

You pull back with a loud slurping noise, giggling at Soap's moan as you spit in your hand and go back to working his cock. "What do I do to you, hm?" you tease, dancing your finger over his slit, "What does my pretty mouth do to your slutty hole?"

Soap whimpered and looked back over his shoulder, his eyes sleepy and hooded as he spread his thighs further, "You drive me out my damn dead is what you do."

You beam, kissing his softly furred ass sweetly before reeling back and spanking him hard, well, as hard as you could. Instead of a squeak like you were hoping for you get a long low groan which is a pretty good consolation prize. You get a hand full of his dark curls and tug and that gets a whine and a weak swat, "Careful back there," Soap complains, like his hole isn't fluttering from the sensations of light pain, "I'm not looking to get plucked my first night home."

You snicker but lean in and kiss his ass again anyway.

Home.

Probably too sappy a thing to be thinking about when you're eating out your military boyfriend. You spread his cheeks and spit a fat wad of saliva on his twitching hole, relishing the half moan, half giggle you get in response.

"Gross," Soap whispers into the sheets.

"Mmh," You hum, leaning in and kissing his wet pucker before going back to work, tonguing deep into him and wiggling your tongue. Soap whimpers and pants above you, his balls drawing up tight as you massage them. You work your hand down, tugging his cock a few idle times before reaching to gently squeeze his stomach. He was getting older, he wasn't as easily able to keep the softness off his midsection, 20 year old Soap's cut abs gently morphing into 27 year old Johnny's tummy. Oh he had abs, but he didn't feel the need to dehydrate and cut carbs any more. He was just as much a badass after his morning muffin and too sweet coffee.

"Love," He whined as you ran your fingers over his treasure trail, "Cock, please,"

You pulled back from his hole just enough to laugh breathlessly, "Needy now that you're back," you tease, the very tip of your nail tracing the vein of his cock.

He looked back, one big blue eye peeking over his massive bicep, exaggeratedly batting his lashes, "I am always needy when it comes to your whore mouth on my respectable hole,"

You let out a screech of a laugh and gave him another spank, relishing the 'ow' let out in the middle of his own laughs. "Alright," You say, spitting in your hand and dragging the dribbles of precum up his shaft as you push him down onto the mattress. "Alright," the hand that isn't working his shaft slides up his thigh, giving his ass a soft pat before sliding two fingers into his already loose ring of muscle, going right for the little bundle of nerves. "Alright," You repeat, your voice softer as Soap presses his moans and whimpers into the mattress, his cock leaking profusely. You lean in, pushing your tongue in along side your fingers. It's not easy or comfortable and it's not coordinated but it must be enough because before Soap lets out a broken little noise and cums all over the towel you'd laid down before you pounced.

The orgasm must have been load bearing because with that Soap collapses, barely avoiding the puddle and barely giving you time to adjust yourself so you didn't get yanked down tongue first. As it stands the two fingers in his ass are connected to the arm that is holding you up and the angle isn't comfortable for either of you.

"Hold on," You grunt, finding a spit to put down your other hand and gently extracting your fingers from him. Grinning when he let out a noise of contentment, nuzzling down into the pillows. He'll worry about getting you off tomorrow (and the next day and the next day and the next day...) but for now you let him lay, bundling up the towel and washing your hands and face before coming back with a warm washcloth to gently clean him up.

"Thank you," Soap sighs.

"For cleaning you up or the rim job?" you tease.

He answers by grabbing you by the ass and tugging you down until you're situated so he can get his soft cock between your soft thighs, already prepping for your wake up call. He looks at you through his lashes and you roll your eyes, kissing him anyway and sucking on his tongue the way he likes. You let your hand drift down to scratch lightly at his round bottom, feeling the coarse hair and taught muscle under your fingers as you suck on the warm wet muscle between your lips, tasting cinnamon toothpaste and need. You pull away for just long enough for you both to breathe, laughing tiredly as Soap whines and chases your lips, even if he is panting too, and then go back in, twisting your fingers into his mohawk and pressing him closer still. You both stay like that, wrapped up in each other, lungs full of each other's air, until you finally drift to sleep, please to be back together no matter how short that time may be.

#soap #soap imagine #soap x reader #john soap mactavish #soap x you #i don't know how to tag these things #IT'S SMUT #GET IN HERE IF YOU WANT THAT #MDNI

[chiiyuuvv]

WHEN YOUR ON YOUR PERIOD °

~~~~~~~~♡

Minjae ☆

You were in the bathroom when you realized how bloody your underwear was

Minjae would knock on the bathroom door with a new pair of underwear and pad

Would reassure you multiple times that he would clean the sheets for you, while also giving you privacy (he was talking through the door and wouldnt open it unless you tell him to)

When you come out of the bathroom, you would find minjae making your favorite food in the kitchen

Let's you taste test the food ♡

Junmin ☆

Tried not to panic when you told him you were on your period

Has done a lot of research, but you reminded him of a baby whenever your on your period (or just in general)

*Looks up how to cheer babies up*

When you were in pain junmin would pop up out of nowhere and play pic-a-bo with you and make silly faces

Your cute laughter melted his heart ♡

Sumin ☆

He WAS getting ready for work but you kept pulling him back in the bed

He was getting a little mad at first, but nearly dropped everything when you told him you were cramping.

Came back later with his specialty chocolate, putting his pajamas back on

Would climb back in bed, rubbing your tummy while feeding you the chocolate

"If you need anything just tell me 'k?" ♡

Jinsik ☆

You were trying to get ready for school despite all the cramps you were getting

Jinsik could overhear all your whines and groans and decided to call your school, saying you wont be able to go to school today

He'd come into your room minutes later and try to convince you to go back to bed

After arguing (not like rude arguing, moreso playful) for a few minutes, he'd tell you that he already called your school (although he wanted it to be a surprise)

Would climb into your bed and pull you with him, cuddling you back to sleep ♡

Hyunwoo ☆

It was late when you announced you were on your period, and the weather was nice too

So why not go on a late night drive with your favorite person in the world <3

After giving you some medicine, hyunwoo turned on the heat warmer in his car

Driving around the neighborhood, singing along with whatever song was playing

Tucks you into bed and place a small kiss on your nose when you arrive back home ♡

Junghoon ☆

After telling him you ran out of pads, he nodded before going to the local pharmacy

Picked up your pads along with other various goodies to make you smile

When he was checking out, he asked for some advice from the pharmacist, who was a girl

Went back home with a big smile on his face, greeting you with a hug

Defo tried all the tips and tricks he got from the pharmacist ♡

Seeun ☆

You were all mopey in bed and seeun couldnt stand the sight of it

He also knew you wouldnt be able to do anything while you were in bed

So he dragged you out of bed despite your protests

Makes you sit in the bathroom while he does you skin care routine (which you were too tired to do)

Gives you kisses allover your face ♡

Yujun ☆

You'd text yujun that your on your period and he would tell you to open your door 15 minutes later

You'd have to hold back your tears when you find him on your doorstep with a plushie in his hands, along with that cute smile of his

He'd let you rant to him about whatevers on your mind as he sits on the couch, putting his bag filled goodies on the table

The bag was filled with various candies and pads

Defo asked minjae for help ♡

Hunter ☆

There would be a frown on his face when he finds out about your period

Would get you something hot for your stomach and sit beside you on your bed, petting your hair

He would let you rest on him while he reminds you how beautiful you are

Because you really are just so, so beautiful in his eyes

Kisses your forehead when you fall asleep ♡

Yechan ☆

Your period cramps were really bad and yechan wanted to help but didnt know what to do

So he called his mom

Would come to your room with a cup of hot tea

Would follow his mom's directions to a T, making sure you were okay but also gave you some space

His mom as a soft spot for you 🤭 ♡

A/n: (big request on wattpad)

I did like writing this a lot and would happily turn any headcanon into an imagine if requested <<33

#xikers #xikers fluff #xikers drabbles #xikers fanfic #xikers imagines #kpop #xikers fanfiction #xikers au #xikersau #xikers minjae #minjae xikers #xikers junmin #junmin xikers #xikers sumin #sumin xikers #jinsik xikers #xikers jinsik #xikers hyunwoo #hyunwoo xikers #xikers junghoon #junghoon xikers #seeun xikers #xikers seeun #yujun xikers #xikers yujun #hunter xikers #xikers hunter #xikers yechan #yechan xikers #xikers headcanons

[usetheeauthor]

I Thought I’d Lose You

Steve Harrington x Fem!Reader

Smut to Fluff

Summary: After the events at Starcourt mall, Steve looks to you for some patching up.

Word Count: 2.0k

Warnings: Dubcon (under drug influence), established relationship, slightly drugged!steve, implied nonconsensual drugging, implied violence, thigh riding, hand job, p in v (unprotected), spit kink, creampie, uniform kink, breeding kink, doggystyle, missionary, hair pulling, biting, kissing, mommy kink, spit kink, spit as lube, minor moment of genital licking, slight choking, some sub!steve and softdom!reader dynamics

You sat anxiously on your couch, biting the knuckle of your index finger as you await his return. You received a suspicious call from Steve not too long ago that sounded as if he were in some kind of danger and he wanted to say his final goodbyes to you. It frightened you to say the least. He’d hung up before you got the chance to ask for his whereabouts. All you could do is wait, anticipating that somehow the cops would find him safe.

There’s a knock on your door. You immediately hopped off your seat and gunned for the door knob. Swinging the door open, you smile brightly only for it to fall just as quick. Sure, your lovable idiot stood there in your doorway but he was bruised and beaten.

Your hands flew to your mouth. “Oh my god. What the hell happened to you?”

Taking his hand, you lead him inside and shut the door behind you. He immediately wraps his arms around you, nose nuzzling in your hair to sniff your scented shampoo.

“I missed you.” He giggles, speech slurred.

“Baby, what is it that you aren’t telling me? Did you get kidnapped by the cartel or something?”

“I’m fine.” He says, clumsily seating himself on the couch. “Sit with me.” He pouts.

“Steve, how could you expect me to throw this under the rug? You scared me half to death calling me like you were dying. Then, you show up at my door drugged and bloodied,” Your voice begins to quiver, tears streaming down your face. “I thought I’d lose you.”

You sunk down onto the seat beside him, your head in your hands as you sobbed. Then, you began to feel Steve nudging the side of your arm with his head. You turned to look at him, baffled.

“Can you take care of me, mommy?” He gives you the ‘puppy dog’ eyes.

You sighed only you couldn’t help but laugh as well. “What am I gonna do with you? Wait right here, baby. I’ll get the first aid kit.”

You went into the closet in your hallway, retrieving the kit and made your way back to Steve. He kicked his legs, innocently, waiting for you. Standing in front of him, between his legs, you tear the alcohol pad from its packet.

“This is gonna sting.” You place the pad over the abrasion near his eyebrow. He hisses, wincing at the sting and you winced along with him in sympathy.

You continued to tend to his wounds, examining his face. Hand cupped under his chin, you found yourself admiring his beauty. He glanced at you through his lashes, pink lips slightly parted. His scoops ahoy uniform wasn’t helping deter your desire for him. He just looked so pure. So innocent.

You bent low, placing a gentle kiss on his lips. Hardly adding pressure, you allowed your lips to linger there before slowly parting away. His lips are half puckered and eyes still closed when your face comes back into his view. He looks at you, lust present in his gaze.

“Can I have you tonight?”

“You’re hurt. You need rest. And I’m not sure if we should do this while you’re still high.”

“I know what I want,” He presses his cheek to your stomach, wrapping his arms around your hips. “I need to be inside you. Please make me feel good, mommy.”

You run your fingers through his hair and he cuddles deeper against your tummy. You yank the ends of his hair forcing him to look up at you, arms still tightly secured around your hip.

“You want mommy to make the pain go away?” You say, pushing aside a curl that fell over his right eye.

He nods. “Yes mommy.”

That was all the confirmation you needed. Unraveling his arms around you, you shoved him. His back hits against the couch backrest.

He stares up at you in anticipation. You remove your clothes, standing fully naked before him. You kneel on leg after the other, straddling his thigh. A pant leg is risen on the thigh you sat on so that your bare core made direct contact with his flesh. You were extremely wet. He swore he could feel your hot cunt pulsating against him. Grounding yourself hard against his slightly hairy thigh, you capture his lips in an open-mouthed kiss, your tongues exploring each other’s depths. His large hands squeezes your sides tightly to guide you over him. You knew you’d find the bruisings in the morning.

Your moans were in sync, getting lost in your own realm of pleasure, eyes closed to savor the moment. The exchange of saliva between you two was sloppy and erotic. It was exactly what he needed from you. Your hand is on his chest, fingertips brushing his exposed chest hairs.

The noise of your slick as you glided up and down his thigh filled the quiet space between you. You both could hardly speak with all your mouths wished to do was swallow each other.

Anticipating his need for your attention to be directed elsewhere, you slide your hand down his chest to reach the front of his pants. You waste no time shoving your hand down his pants and underwear. You whip out his cock from his trousers, immediately cranking your hand around the base.

He groans into the kiss when you came back up to the tip and squeezed hard. Your kisses growing so animalistic, you’re worried that blood would be drawn.

You pull away, his bottom lip between your teeth, letting it go by tossing your head back lightly. You take one of his hands and bring it up to your mouth, spitting in his palm. You lead his hands to grip around his hard length, moving it up and down and applying your saliva all over it.

“Keep touching yourself like that, baby. I’ll get off on your thigh.” You mewled. Placing both hands on the leg for support, you dig your nails into the skin and rode for dear life. He watches you, mouth open as he panted and jacked himself harder at the sight of you. He felt proud of himself knowing he’d made you this soaked from just humping his thigh.

You stares intensely at one another, foreheads pressed against each other as you feverishly pleasure yourselves.

Not being able to take it anymore, you pull off of him and get on all fours in the seat beside him. Pressing your face against the seat cushion, you awaited his next move. He knew exactly what you wanted. Kneeling behind you, he brings his head between your legs, licking one long stripe up your pussy. You whimpered at this, rolling your hips back in his direction to signal your impatience. He rests his hands on either side of you hips. You take initiative to shove a hand down your body, reaching for his length to guide his tip against your glistening entrance.

Steve pushes agonizingly slow into your warm cave. You feel the pressure of being split open, your mouth falling open at the sensation. His mouth, also, hung open before letting out a drawn out groan.

Sitting back on his knees and taking you along with him, his hands slam you down against his length hard. You saw stars as the tip began to hit deliciously against your spongy button at this new angle. You back is flushed against his chest and he takes the opportunity of access to your body, snaking an arm around your neck to hold you against him so you wouldn’t fall over. His other hand slides between your legs, spreading your folds to toy with the sensitive nub.

Neither of you could say a word from how euphoric it felt to be joined together. You bit your lip, eyes shut as you focus on his hard cock hitting deep within you. Damn, he felt so good.

His hips slapping against your ample bottom echoed around the room competing with your cries.

You were getting carried away in this position. You didn’t want to cum yet. Not without seeing his face and seeing him fuck you from above in his uniform.

You patted his thigh, a nonverbal communication you’d both picked up when you wanted things stop. He immediately pulls of your body, concerned that he’s hurt you.

Instead, you showed him you weren’t planning on stopping, laying down on your back against the seat cushions and beckoning him to climb on top. He attempts to remove his shirt unaware that it was ehat you needed from him.

You yank the bottom of his shirt, causing him to fall forward hands place on either side of your head so his full weight isn’t on you. Intertwining your hand in his hair, you run your tongue over his lips while the bottom soles of your foot dug into his ass forcing him to slip deep inside your pussy once again.

He pumps desperate, deep thrusts into your quaking core, too needy to pull out too far from your warm embrace. Faint squelching sounds as he sloshed around inside you, wrecking your ridged walls.

You’re captured in yet another desperate kiss. It’s brief but once you break away a string of saliva connecting your lips is present only to break off once he focuses his eyes between your bodies. His eyes darkening at the view of his dick painted in your creamy white arousal, cunt swallowing him hungrily.

One hand was up his shirt clawing at his back while your other hand dug its nails into his ass cheek, urging him deeper and deeper into you. He hits your cervix over and over. His pelvis so close to your own that it gave the perfect friction against your clit.

His lips find your neck, sucking at the flesh. It’s too much stimulation for you. Soon, you’re cumming hard against him, convulsing like a woman possessed while clutching onto his shirt and the dick inside you for dear life.

“Can I cum in you? Wanna make you mommy. Pump you full of my kids.” He whines.

Your hand is now pulling at his hair while the other one, grips his shoulder. Looking deep into each other’s eyes and swallowing each other’s moans. You spread your legs wider. You wanted him to breed you. You were ready to be bound to him as his and his only.

“Cum in me please, Stevie. Go on and fill mommy up with your cum.” You cried out.

He pounds harder and shallower in you, practically just rocking himself in your ocean. Then, you got to witness the beautiful sight of his back arching and he cums, coating every inch of your walls. This sends you into another orgasm as you felt him throb against you. You’re milking him dry for all he’s worth.

“Fuck.” He trembles, propped up on his elbows still not wanting to drop his full weight on you but you being him down, hugging him against you. He’s still inside you, softening but you won’t dare allow him to leave.

“Don’t ever scare me like that again.” You whisper near his ear. “I never want to know a life without you, Steve. Even if you’re not ready to tell me what’s going on. Please just be careful.”

He turns his head so your faces were up-close, noses touching. “I promise to tell you everything in the morning. Just hold me for now. You don’t know how scared I was thinking I’d never live to see you again. The thought alone nearly killed me itself.”

You hold him tighter. “You’ll never have to worry again. I’ll always be with you. I mean that.”

You ended the night cuddled on the couch, reflecting on your relationship and just how important it meant to Steve that he remained alive to be in your life. He’s determined to have that family with you he’s always dreamt about.

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[downundergarfield]

Holy heck Garfield tf2 fan?!? I'll be the first request 😸 (or I'm probably not) but could I ask for uhhhh, some nsfw with fem/nb reader with Sniper? Where reader surprises that babygirl with some lingerie...

No worries, sweet anon, you was first!~

Here's your Bushman's milk, cuz you're epic

Sniper x Fem!reader who suprises him with lingerie

NSFW warning!

He was hovering over you, pressing you to the sheets. He was warm, even hot, you could have sworn that you felt like bacon in a frying pan. Sniper did not expect that this time you decided to please him with something exotic. Bushman admired your thirsty body in a big oversize T-shirt and pajama pants that fit you baggily.

"-'m gonna taste you like my prey.."

He growled, grabbing the edge of your T-shirt. You bit your lip in hungry anticipation.

You felt his strong hands lifting up your T-shirt, the cold air of the van drenching your body. There was a black lace bra under the baggy T-shirt. You feel him shudder.

"- Bloody gorgeous.."

Mandy almost whispers. He's looking for more. Mick puts warm calloused palms on your sides, gently descending his hands to the elastic band of your pajama pants. His grip burns and he is very excited, as if unpacking the most delicious treat. Actually, for him, you are.

He's pulling down your baggy bunny pajama pants. Under them were lace panties and stockings with straps. Stockings cut into your soft thighs a little, reminding you of something freshly baked and delicious. You feel how his grip grows savage with every dacimeter of your clothes taken off. He sighs excitedly

"my God, Sheila, you spoil me..."

Mick comes down to face you, kisses you on the forehead and cheeks

"- you know how to make yer man happy, don't ya?.."

Mick whispers to you hoarsely and hungry.

He goes down your body, leaving wet kisses that make your skin cold due to moisture. Bushman takes you by the hips, sharply pressing you against the tent in his boxers and you can feel him through all two layers of fabric. He finally pulls off his underwear, allowing a long, thin penis to pop out and crash into your aching pussy. You can feel his hot cock even through your panties and it's driving you crazy. He presses you and rubs himself, squeezing a pre-cum from his penis, which eventually begins to drip on your pubis and wets the lingerie fabric.

You can feel the back wall of his penis twisting your clit. You're languishing with desire, my God, Sniper, don't hesitate!

"- come on, enter me, Mundy~"

You speak lustfully, finally awakening the beast that hides in him. The last drops of his attempts to restrain himself dry up on your heated bed and Sniper abruptly, almost tearing the fabric, pushes your panties aside to enter. He enters sharply, but not painfully, entering your hungry flesh, and the deeper, the more his nails dig into your thighs. You can see his scarred chest moving more often. His breath caught in his throat. You literally felt each of his veins, how his foreskin bares the head and how his soft tip rests against your uterus.

'- god, you're so sexy, what are ya doing to me Y/N..."

Growling, he says, finally picking up the pace. You feel it drilling you over and over again, harassing every nerve inside you and going over and over the G-spot.

Hot moans and whimpers fill his van while he fucks you. You throw back your head in ecstasy, feeling how your beloved man enjoys you. Mick leans on you, resting on his elbows and almost pressing his forehead against you. You can feel his hot breath on your bare skin.

The crazy mix of his wild, animal

moans, hot breath and insane warmth with which the Australian cooks you, finally dissolve the lump in your tummy. You grab onto his sweaty back, trying not to slide off it, scratching with your nails, making the Sniper hiss from this slight pinching pain.

"- Mick I-I'm g-gonna-!"

You scream, feeling like your orgasm is about to overtake you

"S-same.."

He squeezes out, grabbing the straps on your stockings. Suddenly, the white-hot pleasure explodes with colors in your tummy and sparkles in your eyes when you cum hard right on his penis.

"- crikey, Y/N, im..aaAH!"

You squeeze his penis in your orgasm. Your narrowness, claws on the back and a revealing outfit are finally doing their job.

The Bushman pours right into you, filling you with his seed and hoarsely moaning your name.

After you finally catch your breath, Mick takes you in the world's strongest hug

"thank you, Sheila, that was sexy as hell."

#tf2 sniper x reader #tf2 sniper #sniper x reader #mick mundy #tf2 x you #garfieldwriting