#prompts w/ fangs

[monsterhugger]

thinking many thoughts abt doing a livwood week but i literally do not know how to use social media and like. would anyone be up for that

#i dont... use twitter but i could maybe make an acc just for the event #or find someone to co-run it w me who does use twitter #nothing high-pressure just some cute fic/art prompts. maybe a tag and an ao3 collection #but like it would be super embarrassing if i set it up and no one participates lol #maybe i'll just do my own little drabble collection? but idk i like theme weeks #livwood #trigun #nicholas d wolfwood #livio the double fang

[fettuccin-e]

Absolutely Ravenous

Kinktober Day 25: Mirror Sex

Tags: Miguel O'Hara x Reader, afab!fem!reader, unprotected piv (pls wrap it irl i am begging), mirror sex obviously, slight degradation, overstimulation, kind of free use, Miguel is feral again what can I say (w/c: 1K)

A/N: SO even though I did not get all of Kinktober done within the month, I am determined to finish all of the prompts! So just stay tuned for days 26-31 in the coming month, and you can think of it like Kinkvember or somethin'. ANYWAY back to it with Miguel because I was inspired by this ask!! (Of course, I am using these prompts from flightlessangelwings for Kinktober!)

He’s relentless, ravenous, fucking insatiable. 

Miguel O’Hara is a man who prides himself on his control over every situation. He has to be in control, for the good of the Spider Society, for the good of the multiverse. He knows when to stop, when he’s reached a certain limit. He’s careful to keep himself objective and distant, especially in front of the other Spiders.

But not with you. Never with you.

He’s careful and collected, but the second he has you behind closed doors, all bets are off.

Miguel is a fucking animal when he gets like this, needy for your touch, desperate to fuck you over and over until you both can’t possibly move anymore. On nights like these, he wrings you dry, breaking you to pieces on his fingers, his tongue, his cock. 

He’d fucked you on the floor in your living room the moment he’d walked through the door, pounding you into the rug and snarling at the feel of you, his eyes bleeding red.

He’d carried you to your bed immediately after, eating his cum out of you with clawed hands digging into your thighs, holding you steady as you thrashed against the sheets. He’d fucked you again, pumping more cum into your abused pussy and kissing the tears from your eyes.

He carries you to the shower like a gentleman after that, like he hasn’t just fucked you within an inch of your life. He washes the sweat off your body while you cling to him, resting your cheek against his broad chest. And his desperate fingers just can’t seem to help themselves, dragging through the seam of your pussy and sinking two of them deep inside of you.

And you’re just as needy, just as ravenous. So you let him. You take everything he gives you and thank him for it. You grasp onto his shoulders and moan pleases and thank yous into his mouth as he finger-fucks you beneath the spray of hot water.

You let him drag you out of the shower and bend you over the bathroom sink. You let him push his fat cock into your pussy without protest, just as desperate for it as he is. 

That’s the thing about nights like these, it’s never fucking enough.

He just looks so big behind you, his body tense and muscles rippling as he drives into you over and over and over again. He’s like a beast over his prey, and the sight of it makes you shake, your body forced to open to him as he takes control.

You both are still dripping wet from the shower, the bathroom steamy and hot, and God, you feel lightheaded. You grip onto the marble of the counter for dear life as his cock stretches you so goddamn wide, reaching so fucking deep. His fingertips dig into your hips, pulling you back into every single thrust, bullying his cock as deep into you as fucking possible.

“Fuck, baby,” he slurs through his fangs, meeting your gaze in the mirror. “Look so fucking gorgeous like this, fucking beautiful, taking my cock so perfect.”

“Miguel, I can’t-” you whimper, tears leaking down your face and dripping into the sink below you. “It’s too much, fuck, I can’t cum again, I can’t.”

“You can, hermosa, you’re my good girl, you can do it,” he says, pulling you back into him harder, practically fucking you onto his cock, using you like a toy, and you cry out, your head dropping to hang down and just fucking taking it.

“Look at me,” he growls. “Look at how good I fuck you.” He curls a fist into your hair and pulls, dragging your head back up to look into your reflection. “Are you going to be a good girl for me, bebita? Getting fucked like a little whore, and good whores cum when they get fucked like this. Don’t I treat this pussy so good, honey? Don’t I deserve to feel you cum?”

You jerk in his hold like you’ve been struck by fucking lightning, painful moans ripping your way out of your throat every time he drives in in in. “Yes, fuck,” you croak, your eyes rolling to the back of your head, “You fuck me so perfect Miguel, it feels- it feels so fucking big inside, can’t- I can’t fucking breathe.”

A hard smack lands on your ass, sending pain ringing through your body alongside relentless pleasure, and you scream, meeting his hard gaze in your reflection. And God, he’s beautiful. There’s a blush high on his cheeks, his fangs peaking past his full lips. He looks like a god, his muscles bulging and shifting beneath his shining, golden skin. 

“Watch,” he snarls, primal and fucking mean, and it makes you clench around him involuntarily. “Watch me make you cum.” He reaches beneath you to rub his thick fingers into your aching clit, and you do.

You can only watch, mouth agape around a silent scream, as pleasure wracks your body, shuddering as you clench around Miguel’s cock. It’s painful after he’s made you cum so many times tonight, but God, it’s so fucking good. You feel like you’re dying, trembling in his hold as he rocks you back onto him through your orgasm. 

“God, that’s fucking good,” he breathes, pumping into you once, twice more before stilling, sucking in a beath through clenched teeth as he floods you full of cum all over again. He’s gorgeous to watch, the tendons in his neck tightening, his eyes fluttering as he groans through his orgasm.

He pulls you back up against him to rest you against his warm body, not the cold, hard sink. It’s bliss.

“We’re going to have to shower again, Miguel,” you murmur, and you watch Miguel’s face twitch into a smirk in the mirror. Your heart flutters. “Separately, Mig, we have to get clean sometime,” you chastise.

He leans down, pressing a gentle kiss to your neck. “Maybe sometime, but not tonight, hermosa,” he murmurs, and it sounds like pure sin. “Not before I’m done with you.”

#can i write miguel as anything other than feral and whipped #it remains to be seen #miguel o'hara x reader #miguel o'hara x you #miguel o'hara smut #miguel ohara x reader #miguel x reader #spiderman 2099 x reader #spiderman 2099 x you #spiderman 2099 smut #across the spiderverse fic #across the spiderverse smut #astv x reader

[saintodo]

thots: vampire gojo + mouth inspection

♡ note: i wanna be weird w him :/

♡ word count: .5k

♡ tags: gender neutral reader, blood, vampire/human relationship, mouth inspection, suggestive

vampire gojo would happily allow you to inspect his mouth. he is quick to give into your demands, more amused than anything by the strange request. he’s willing to do most anything for his favorite human. gojo likes how you’re bold, so utterly unafraid of him even though he could easily overpower you if he desired to.

he’s pliant as he allows you to wrap one of your hands around the length of his neck- your palm brushing against the faded scars of his sire’s bite, sending a pleasant thrum through his system- and tilt his head back to your liking. gojo playfully opens his mouth, baring his teeth in a smile, which only earns him an eye roll from you. with two of your fingers around the curve of his jaw, you gently urge gojo to open his mouth wider for you, slackening his jaw. he obliges.

your movements are exploratory and your expression is curious as you run the tips of your fingers along the edges of his teeth. you're gentle, careful as you treat gojo with a level of care that he is unused to. it makes gojo want to capitalize all of you. he can easily admit that he's become greedy when it comes to you.

by the time you've reached his fangs, you've grown more confident and comfortable, your movements now fluid as you explore the inside of gojo's mouth. your eyes glint with something that gojo can't place as you press the pad of your pointer finger against the point of his canines, pressing and pressing until the skin breaks. a drop of blood lands on gojo’s tongue, and his mouth instanteously pools with saliva at the taste of your blood. gojo is no stranger to feeding on humans, but none of their blood has tasted quite as sweet or as addictive as yours.

gojo tries to swallow down the taste, but you prevent him from doing so. you push your thumb down on the flat of his tongue, not enough to cause his discomfort but enough for him to feel the pressure of it. he makes a sound in the back of his throat, high and whiny that you've gotten in the way of him tasting you.

you're merciful, lifting your thumb off of his tongue soon enough. gojo greedily swallows, unashamedly moaning at the taste of you. he can feel himself getting hard, his pants tightening to an almost uncomfortable degree in his pants. his throat bobs as you move your thumb to the plush of his lower lip, smearing a mix of his saliva and your blood against it.

for the first time since you started your inspection, you meet gojo’s eyes. your pupils are blown out, your irises nothing but a small ring of color. hunger and desire swirls in your gaze.

gojo is confident he looks the same.

with his hands around your waist, he eagerly tugs you closer until you're seated in his lap. you brace yourself, your hands flying to gojo's chest to steady yourself. through the material of his shirt, he can feel the stickiness of his saliva coating your fingers. your hips are flush with his own, and he knows you can feel his prominent arousal when you shift in his lap. gojo wraps a hand around your wrist, prompting you to push your fingers back into his mouth. you hiss when gojo nips at your fingertips, drawing the slightest amount of blood from you. he smiles around your fingers, his fangs bared.

now that he's gotten a taste of you, gojo wants more.

#jujutsu kaisen x reader #jjk x reader #jjk smut #gojo x reader #gojo satoru x reader #gojo smut #gojo satoru smut #shrine.jujutsu kaisen #saint.gojo satoru #holy.hymns #sorry if this is rough it's been so long .... since i've written anything ... pls be kind T-T

[fangswbenefits]

Devotion

Summary: You give yourself to Miguel, and he's about to show you what complete devotion looks and feels like. (Miguel's POV)

Pairing: Miguel O'Hara x spider-woman!reader

Word count: 4.2k

18+. Miguel POV. V*rginity loss. Cr*ampie. F*ngering. C*mplay. Org*sm denial. After care. Edg*ng. Br*eding k*nk.

Part 1. Devotion (reader's POV)

Thank you to @ancientbeing10 for the help with the Spanish!

 Miguel had decided to scoop you up in his arms and carry you to his bedroom, slowly placing you on his bed.

He then leaned in to place a kiss to your temple, further cementing his adoration for you.

You immediately tilted your head back, and he felt his ego soar.

You were always so eager for more… his sweet girl.

He could easily get lost in your body for hours on end. Being touch starved had made him desperate for your touch, and he wished he was still in awe at how responsive you were to him.

His lips hovered over yours, seeking your warmth, and he felt you pressing a hand to the side of his face. "Please kiss me…"

Just like clockwork, his cock twitched in response.

And he fulfilled your request, taking your lips in his.

He felt you arch into him, and he nearly lost it.

You were going to be the death of him.

He pushed his tongue past your lips, deepening the kiss, and your hand slid to the back of his neck, pulling him closer.

Your eagerness nearly had him lose his balance, and he had to place both hands on either side of you for extra support, settling in between your legs at once.

A moan escaped your throat, and you broke the kiss all of a sudden, as the underside of his cock settled between your folds.

Your clit was swollen enough for him, and he could feel his sanity slowly draining from him.

"We can stop."

Your eyes locked with his. "Do you want to stop?"

You were so sweet…

He leaned to press a kiss to the corner of your mouth. "This isn't about me."

And he meant every word. As much as he wanted to be buried balls deep inside you for the first time, he didn't want that at the expense of your comfort.

You came first.

His desire was secondary.

"I want more…" you whispered with certainty, rolling your hips and causing his cock to slide along your clit.

That was enough to have more precum drip from the tip, as your wet folds enveloped him.

He couldn't fight back a throaty moan, but managed to gripp your hip to a full stop. "Are you on birth control?"

You paused abruptly. "What?"

The ultimate test to his remaining sanity was dependent on your reply.

"If you want to continue… I have to know."

"Yes—Yes, I have an implant."

He had suspected as much. A part of him wanted to breed you tonight and have you carry his child right away. But the rational side of him urged him to take it slow, so he felt relief that he could still spill himself inside you and practice for when the time came.

In the back of his mind, he wondered if you'd be able to take all of his cum without it overflowing.

Unlikely.

He groaned lowly, as he buried his face in your neck, lips caressing your heated skin, which prompted your hips to buck into him.

So fucking eager and needy… 

He hissed from the added friction, and began to slowly match your rhythm.

The way your swollen clit dragged along the underside of his cock was enough to have him closer to exploding.

He watched you bite your lip to reign in your moans, and he grazed his thumb across your lower lip, releasing it from your teeth's grasp. "Please… let me hear you…"

Your mouth parted in a low whimper.

"Louder."

Adrenaline coursed through his veins with each thump of his heart, eventually causing his fangs to emerge.

He carefully prodded the skin of your neck with the sharp tips, testing your endurance, but earning a loud moan in response.

You were so good for him…

Wet sounds filled the room, and he felt more of your wetness begin to coat his cock.

He managed to tap his watch twice, switching on dim lights that allowed him to take in the sight of you under him.

His lips brushed your cheek. "Are you sure you want this?"

You sank your fingers into his hair, arching your back again, and causing your nipple piercings to dig into his chest.

He felt a string of precum dangle from the tip of his cock as the cool metal teased him. The urge to tease your opening with it nearly blinded him, but he needed your words first.

You took a deep breath, staring intensely into his eyes. "I'm sure…"

He immediately pressed an adoring kiss to your forehead. "You can tell me to stop if it gets too much and I will."

Miguel needed you to know this. He needed to reassure you that he wouldn't overstep the line with you.

He reached easily over you to grip a long pillow and eased it under you until your back pressed against it, angling you so you could take in the sight of his cock dripping precum in between your folds.  

But if he was going to do this the right way, then he needed his body fully ready. He pressed the security lock on his watch until he heard a click, promptly removing it from his wrist and placing it on his bedside table.

He could feel you watching his every move, and pressed down against your clit.

"Does that feel good?" His voice came out strained.

"Yes… you're really…" you paused, eyes glued to where his body met yours. "Is it normal for you to…"

He followed your line of sight and couldn't hold back a chuckle, as he understood the root of your bewilderment.

"With you, yes."

An absolute truth. 

His body had been reacting to you in ways he had never experienced before with others.

And it certainly did wonders to his male ego.

Suddenly, he raised his hips and he saw strings of precum mixed with your wetness dangle from his cock, shifting and kneeling at your side.

He knew you were about to protest and  immediately silenced you with a hungry kiss, as you whimpered into him.

Kissing you felt intoxicating and he was so lost in you that he didn't notice your intentions until he felt your fingers wrap around his cock, tugging gently.

A hiss from him quickly broke the kiss. "Fuck…"

Your grip felt uncertain and he could feel the inexperience in your touch.

"Miguel… please…"

Sweet, needy girl.

He planted a kiss on your cheek. "I need you ready for me."

You pouted in response. "I am."

That was his weakness…. he could feel more precum dripping out from that look on your face alone.

He closed the space between you, bringing his lips to your ear, "Can you take more than one of my fingers, then?"

One of his hands began to trail down from your neck, caressing your hardened nipples, before traveling down until it reached your clit.

"Can you, sweet girl?"

He felt your clit twitch faintly under his touch.

"I think… I think so," you replied.

Miguel yearned to feel your hearbeat, so he grazed the pulse in your neck with his lips, revelling in how it quickened under his touch.

He was simultaneously tracing your clit with his middle finger, collecting more and more wetness.

Once it slid down to your entrance and noticed how soaked you were, he was sure you would be able to take his finger with ease, so he plunged inside.

The reaction was immediate as you gripped his cock tighter, causing more beads of precum to drip.

"Easy, cariño… not so tight."

Your impatience and lust caused you to jolt your hips against him, and he took the chance to ease himself inside you until he was buried knuckle-deep.

He studied your every reaction, until he hit that sweet spot with the heel of his palm pressing down on your clit, immediately drawing a gasp from you.

"Tell me how it feels," Miguel encouraged, sliding in and out of you at a steady pace. "I need to know."

You merely hummed in response, riding his finger desperately.

But that wasn't enough for him.

He needed more, so he paused at once. "Use your words."

Your eyes snapped at him, surprise splattered across your face. "It feels good… really go-" but the word immediately choked in your throat as he began to pump into you more rapidly.

The grip around his cock was becoming almost unbearable, and Miguel sensed you would have him explore unless he stopped it at once.

He then quickly unclasped your fingers from around him with a pained hiss. "I know you're eager, but if you keep touching it like that I won't last…"

And you pouted at him and Miguel crumbled.

But what really made his cock twitch violently was the sight of you bringing your precum-soaked hand to your breasts, glazing your nipples with the warm liquid.

He gave you a satisfied growl and figured it was time to escalate things a bit more.

"Do you think you can take a second one?" he asked, craning his neck to swipe his tongue across one nipple. "You set the pace."

Your eagerness was such a turn on and he smiled faintly when you nodded your response.

He traced your entrance with a second finger and immediately felt your tense around him, especially when he began to slide it inside.

You felt too tight around him, and he had to curse inwardly to keep himself from losing what was left of his sanity.

He shifted closer and kept his eyes on yours. "Relax, cariño… you're doing great."

You clenched again and his cock twitched in unison as he yearned to have it inside you.

He decided to place a reassuring kiss on your cheek. "Nearly there…"

A whimper parted your lips as the second finger joined the first one deep within you.

Impatience had you rolling your hips and moaning softly.

"More…" you mumbled.

Miguel's gaze dropped to his fingers and how they pumped in and out of you more and more effortlessly, as your wetness coated them.

The obscene wet sounds had his cock leak more strings of precum and he pressed his palm against your clit once again. Miguel immediately took advantage of this angle, and had his lips on your neck, sucking gently.

The rhythmic fluttering of your walls around his fingers allowed him to know that you were nearing your point of no return.

"You're so close…"

His cock kept twitching impatiently and he realised he needed to feel your grip once again. He took your hand in his and placed it on his cock until  your fingers wrapped around him once again. 

A hiss tore through him.

The way you struggled to grip all of him nearly had his balls tighten for a sudden release.

"Let me fuck your hand…" he pleaded into your neck, snapping his hips. "Just… squeeze harder…"

You did as you were told, and he immediately matched his hips with the tempo of his fingers inside you.

"Miguel… Miguel…" 

He was dangerously close and your sweet voice moaning his name felt so addicting.

Suddenly, he took your lips in his and you allowed his tongue inside, and he gladly swallowed your increasing moans.

"You’re doing so good," he praised you over and over again after he broke the wet kiss.

He could feel the beginning of your orgasm wash down on you, and he knew he couldn't let that happen just yet.

With much reluctance and no shorter amount of willpower, he managed to slide his fingers from your clenching walls, effectively stalling your bliss.

Your moans immediately choked in your throat with a sob.

"Miguel…why?!" you immediately protested, and he could swear you were about to cry.

You let go of his cock right away, whimpering as frustration took over you instead.

"I'm sorry," he said truthfully. "I want you to come around my cock, cariño…" he added, before kissing your quivering lips.

You were so desperate for him.

It was maddening.

You nodded and he shifted along the mattress until he was between your legs, enjoying how you were spread eagerly for him.

Miguel glanced at his glistening fingers and brought them to his mouth, lapping his tongue around them.

"You taste really good."

You gave him a nervous laugh. "Really?"

He smiled faintly. "Don't take my word for it, then."

Bringing his fingers to your lips, he groaned as you promptly took them in.

His sweet girl tasting her sweetness on him…

You began to suck gently, and he couldn't tear his gaze away from you.

He pressed down on your tongue flat with his fingers, before sliding out of you.

"You're so hot."

It was a heartfelt compliment that had you looking away.

He immediately cradled your face with his hands. "Look at me."

Slowly, but surely, your eyes met his again in between laboured breaths.

"You are. You are beautiful."

Truly the center of his world and the reason he would one day go mad.

He pressed a gentle kiss to your lips, as his cock came to rest against your swollen clit.

"Are you sure of this?"

"I am. Please, Miguel…"

Yes. You would definitely be the death of him, but he couldn't think of a better way to part this world than this.

He caressed your cheeks with his thumbs. "I'm not going to last long," he said. "But neither are you."

You pouted again at him and he groaned in response.

"Try to relax as much as you can, okay?"

You swallowed. "Okay."

He began sliding his cock along your soaked folds, grazing your clit, before pressing the tip at your entrance.

His heartbeat skyrocketed in anticipation, and he watched you squeezing your eyes shut.

He kept the palm of his hand pressed flat against your cheek in reassurance. "Please look at me…" 

You took a deep breath and met his eyes.

"I've got you," he promised, brushing his knuckles across your heated skin.

And he did.

And he would for as long as you allowed him to.

He increased the pressure until the tip slipped inside with some difficulty. You were too tense and he decided to press his other hand against your inner thigh, urging you to spread wider for him.

This was pure torture.

"Breathe…" he whispered, pausing momentarily.

A shaky breath escaped your lips.

"Are you okay?"

Probably not.

As you brought your hands to claw at his back, he was sure this was taking a toll on you. He didn't want to overwhelm you, and he needed your consent before continuing. No matter how badly he wanted to sink fully into you. He needed you to give him the green light.

And you did so with a nod.

Taking a deep and long breath, he pushed his hips into you again, feeling your walls swallow more and more of his cock.

Your body tensed again. "Stop… please…" you begged, tapping on his back.

He immediately paused, fearing he might have gone too far. "Do you want me to slide out?"

You shook your head, the motion causing one tear to slide down from your eye, and he leaned in to capture it with his lips, tasting the saltiness.

It nearly had him slide out on his own, not bearing the sight of you in pain.

"How much…" you then sobbed, staring down at the length of your body to find where the two of you were connected. "... is it almost there?"

Not quite, but he didn't want to scare you away.

He would be as gentle as he could.

Miguel gave you a warm smile. "Nearly there, sweet girl."

You inhaled deeply and sighed through your nose. "Go…"

He felt him dig your nails into his skin as he moved deeper inside, drawing a sharp gasp from you.

Miguel kept eyeing you with undivided focus.

"Tell me to stop, and I will."

More tears began to roll down, but he made it his mission to kiss every single one away in between praises. 

He felt his balls pressing against you, and stopped moving as he was already fully buried within you.

It took all of his strength to keep him from exploding right away.

You were finally his.

And he was finally yours.

Knowing that you had trusted yourself with him was the highest praise he could have.

"Are you okay?" he asked, trying his best to steady his shaky voice.

"Yes."

He doubted your answer, but he would have it ring true soon enough.

The moment you began to relax around him, was the moment he dared heaving out a deep sigh of relief.

Neither of you moved for a while.

But Miguel knew he was doomed.

In fact, he was surprised he had managed to keep his orgasm at bay for so long.

"I'm not going to last long," he confessed, burying his face in the crook of your neck. "Can you relax a bit more?"

He would be embarrassed to come so easily, so he had to try everything in his power to extend this moment for you.

"Please move," you said.

Fuck.

Miguel inhaled sharply, before dragging his cock out slightly only to slam into you, burying himself balls deep again.

You felt so good.

Too good.

How he wished he could breed you properly.

"Can you go faster…"

He brought his lips to your shoulder and bared his fangs along your skin. "I don't want to hurt you."

"You won't. Please…" you begged.

He set a slow pace at first, and he felt control slip from him with as you clenched harder around him.

More wet sounds filled the room with each sloppy snap of his hips.

"So good… fuck…así… no pares," he groaned, pleasure gripping him hard.

He felt you sliding one hand in between your bodies until the tips of your fingers grazed his soaked cock. Your walls immediately gripped him tighter than before, and Miguel nearly lost it. 

You were so effortlessly hot and your curiosity always took him by surprise.

His pace quickened slightly, and he removed your hand with his, pressing down on your pulsing clit with his thumb.

There was no way he would have you do any of the work now. He wanted to be the one to deliver your orgasm.

"Just… just like that…" you whimpered breathlessly.

You arched into him, and he felt your pierced nipples digging into his chest.

He was too close to his own peak and had to pause.

"I need you to come first," he rasped, drawing determined circles around your clit. "Please… please…"

He needed you to reach your own peak first and milk his out of him with your walls squeezing around his cock.

His thumb left your clit, and moved back, pressing your legs together with both hands and pushing your knees into your chest.

A strangled hiss died in his throat from the added friction.

His attention was back to your clit again, and you moaned loudly under him, gripping fistful of his sheets with both hands, as he was determined to bring you over the edge.

"Come for me… clench around me, cariño," he urged, voice dripping with despair.

The sound of fabric tearing filled his ears, and he was now certain your orgasm had finally hit you hard. You threw your head back and he felt your delicious rhythmic contractions grip his cock.

Somehow, he managed to slam into you twice before reaching the bliss he had so stubbornly kept at bay.

"Mierda, te sientes tan bien… carajo," he suddenly mumbled in between groans, burying himself as deep as possible, finally spilling himself inside.

He felt his vision blur as the overwhelming sensation of coating you with his seed had him growl as loud as he could.

His erratic breathing brought him back to his senses, and he finally slid out of you with a slurping sound.

Even through the blinding haze of his bliss, Miguel realised that he could easily get addicted to being inside you.

He then allowed his cock to settle in between your folds before sliding it along a few times and releasing his hold on your legs, and you let them flop down to the side.

Miguel watched as the first drops of his cum began to dribble down.

You looked completely spent yet beautiful and mesmerising as ever, and the urge to take care of you immediately overtook him.

"Wait here," he said, sliding out of the bed and pressing a kiss to your parted lips.

He bolted out the bedroom in an instant and only stopped once he grabbed a towel from a drawer, fully intending to wash you with all the after care you deserved. 

By the time he returned to you, he was met with you dragging your fingers along your tongue, tasting his cum.

The sight would be enough to have him hard again in no time, but his stamina had taken a blow, and he would need to recover first.

"Does it taste good?"

You were caught by surprise and your eyes locked with his.

He slowly kneeled on the floor next to you, tapping his finger to your jaw to have your face fully turned to him.

It was no wonder that he had fallen so hard for you. Even if lust had so often clouded his mind, the way he felt for you ran deeper than that. 

He watched as you brought your other hand to brush some strands of his damp hair away from his forehead.

"Does it taste good, cariño?"

You gave him an innocent, removing your fingers from your mouth. "You can taste it."

Fuck… he absolutely adored how you would so often turn his own words against him. 

His lips crashed with your and his tongue slipped past them hungrily. You sloppily pushed his cum against him and he tasted himself on you with a groan.

He eventually broke the kiss, pressing the towel to your forehead, wiping away some of the sweat droplets. 

Beads of cum dripped from his lips, but he didn't bother licking them clean. "Let me take care of you."

You nodded slowly and his lips curled into a faint smile that you mirrored. "What?"

"You're so… perfect," he confessed, sliding the towel down the side of your face and neck with utmost gentleness.

You giggled. "Is this a post-sex thing?"

He arched an eyebrow, looking very serious all of a sudden. "You're doubting me?"

Miguel didn't care for pillow-talk, nor did he care to utter words he didn't absolutely mean. 

Your smile dropped slightly. "Oh, I just… I… don't think I'm perfect. No one is."

That jabbed at his heart and not in a good way.

Even though he knew what you meant, it still pained him to realise you didn't fully believe him.

He proceeded to press his lips together, his strained gaze shifting to your breasts as he continued to pat the sweat away.

"You are. To me," he mumbled.

And that was all that mattered, right? He couldn't care less how others perceived you. You were the pinnacle of perfection in his eyes even if at the risk of it sounding… corny. 

He had never sought perfection in anyone else but himself, and he knew it was more of an utopian quest than anything else, but you were the closest thing that had ever come close to it.

So, naturally, you deserved to know it.

Even if you didn't believe his words.

He then reached down between your legs and felt you jolt in surprise.

"Was I too rough?" he asked worriedly.

You immediately shook your head. "You were perfect."

His heart skipped a beat as he had grown accustomed to by now.

"You said no one is perfect," he mused, cleaning his cum with the soft fabric.

Your smile didn't waver, but he could see your eyelids become heavier. "I'll make an exception for you."

His sweet, sweet girl…

He leaned in to press an adoring kiss to your cheek, as he waited for more of his cum to slide out of you.

Miguel could tell you were about to fall asleep, but decided he wanted to take the after care a step further.

"Want to take a shower?"

A grumble left your throat as you kept your eyes closed. "Later… I'm so tired."

A smile tugged at his lips.

So adorable...

"I'll carry you," he offered softly.

He rose to his feet and effortlessly took you in his arms, sauntering inside his bathroom, pressing kisses to your forehead. 

He stepped into the shower and turned the water on, earning a groan from you as the warm liquid hit your skin. 

"Can you stand?"

"Yes, yes…" you said through a yawn, landing on your feet and easing the hold of your arms around his neck.

He gathered a tiny amount of body wash in the palm of his hand, and dragged it along your back with suds covering your skin before sliding down your body.

You pressed your forehead to the tile and he took the opportunity to graze the wet piece of cloth in between your legs to wipe the remnants of his cum, but causing you to flinch from his touch instead.

He immediately halted his movements  "Did I hurt you?" 

"It's just a bit sore… it's fine… don't worry."

His ego soared to incredible heights as it dawned on him that he was the one able to make you feel that good.

You slowly then turned around to face him and tip-toed to place a wet kiss to his jaw, which he welcomed with a smile 

He felt absolute devotion and adoration for you, and Miguel made a silent promise to always make sure you knew that.

Author's note: Thank you so much to everyone who has been with this story from beginning to end. It means a lot. I hope you were able to connect with these characters in one way or another 🩷 I will be missing Miguel and sweet girl so much... this story wouldn't be anything without your vital support, and I will forever be grateful! Ruby~

Masterlist

#miguel o’hara x reader #miguel o’hara #miguel o’hara smut #miguel o’hara x you #miguel ohara x reader #miguel x reader #spiderman 2099 x reader #miguel o'hara x fem!reader

[miffysrambles]

Hi, I was wondering if I could request some headcannons for being best friends with Macaque while also being Wukong's S/O? Like the reader is part of Monkie Kid Gang and they somehow formed a friendship with Macaque during adventures or something.

oooo what a good prompt, absolutely !!! ^w^

Wukong with an S/O who’s best friends with Macaque

You and Macque developed a friendship while saving Wukong and the rest of the world from the Lady Bone Demon.

Wukong became aware of your friendship as you two talked to each other after everyone was safe and you all had noodles to celebrate. 

Oh, you better believe Wukong is jealous with every fiber in his immortal being, seeing Macaque getting all buddy-buddy with you knowing he’s probably just doing it to make him mad makes him bare his fangs while crossing his arms. 

Of course, Macaque was genuinely your friend but he couldn’t help but relish in the fact it made Wukong mad. Doing subtle things like placing his hand on your shoulder and brushing his tail against you while Wukong crushed whatever was in his hands which in turn made Macaque cackle. 

You were very much aware of Wukong’s jealousy as you consoled him over and over he was YOUR boyfriend and you were HIS s/o. 

You would cup his face in your hands as you kissed it over and over, taking his attention off of the darker monkey back onto you, replacing his scowl with a love-sick expression as his tail turned into a heart shape. 

Macaque soon stopped doing things to purposely piss Wukong off as he had genuine respect for you and your friendship, but he just couldn’t help it at first it was just too funny!

Wukong learns to accept it later on, knowing of course you can be friends with whoever you want and he respects your friendships and boundaries. 

This doesn’t stop them from butting heads, that’s never gonna change. 

Sometimes you intervened if it looked like they were going to physically fight, leaving them hanging their heads low in shame that they fought in front of you.

“Sorry peaches…”

“Sorry (Name)...”

#ask #lmk #lego monkie kid #lmk x reader #lego monkie kid x reader #lmk wukong x reader #lego monkie kid wukong x reader #lmk gn reader #wukong x reader #lmk sun wukong #lego monkie kid sun wukong #lmk sun wukong x reader #lego monkie kid sun wukong x reader #sun wukong x reader #lmk macaque #lego monkie kid macaque #lmk macaque x reader #lego monkie kid macaque x reader #macaque x reader

[wormdebut]

Growing Pains

A little Drabble for the Stranger Things Writers Guild.

Rated a hard T (we all know where this is going let’s be so for real.) | Word Count 242 | Prompt growing pains

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In retrospect, Steve should be scared. He should be terrified.

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He had settled into bed tonight, content to stare at his blank walls as he does every night, since—everything.

He found himself zoned out, thinking about the myriad of ‘what ifs’ that so frequently plagued his mind these days.

What if he hadn’t left Dustin and Eddie alone? What if he had never gone back to help Nancy and Jonathan in the first place? What if he had said what he wanted to say to Eddie before he left having said nothing?

He had been stewing on that last one, as he was wont to do, when something crashed through his god damned window.

He should be scared, probably. He should be annoyed by the glass that’s now covering his floor.

He’s none of that though, because he’s staring at Eddie Munson crouched and curled in on himself, perching on the balls of his feet. He’s staring at Eddie, who looks up at him with red eyes and fangs, which—he’s not even gonna unpack what that’s doing to him.

“W—where have you been?” He breaths. Trying to process any of this as Eddie stands.

Steve feels like the world is crumbling beneath him as he watches Eddie unfurl wings. Big, black things. Sorta feathery, sorta venous, entirely hot—which—Steves not gonna unpack that either.

Eddie smirks, those red eyes glinting, running a tongue over his pointed teeth. “Sorry baby, growing pains.”

#KAS EDDIE RISE #steddie #steddie drabble #I love hIM #stwgdailyprompt #steddie fanfic #kas eddie munson #y’all anyway #worm brain #the monster fuckery that is running through my wormy little brain

[flowersandbigteeth]

I’m obsessed with Levi, absolutely smitten. Thank you for sharing him with us.

If you feel up to it could we get a snippet of someone maybe a rival vampire trying to plant doubts in Levi about the reader. Maybe accusing them of cheating on him and using him, only for Levi to laugh in their face because he knows how devoted and loyal they are to each other.

Just like the opposite of the miscommunication trope. Please and thank you🥺👉👈

I'm so happy you like Levi ^_^ This is just a little thing, but I thought it turned out cute and it's nice to do something lighter after the last one omg :D

Vampire (Levi) x female mom reader

Word Count: 1k

W: sfw vampire fluff

“Ugh,” Levi’s cousin Ivan and leader of his clan in Russia grimaced looking down at Meryl over his glass of blood, “don’t you have a nanny?” 

Levi nudged him away from the baby sleeping peacefully in the crib he’d put in his office so she could be nearby. He’d wanted to give you a spa day and he knew you weren’t yet comfortable with the nanny, so he happily offered to keep his favorite cinnamon roll with him.

He also wanted you out of the house when his cousin arrived. He didn’t like males seeing you and he knew how frivolous vampire’s could be. Their lives were long and got boring, rare jewels intrigued them, if only for a time. He’d sent you surrounded by a handful of Amazonian vampire bodyguards, so he felt confident no one would bother you. 

“(Y/N) and I have decided to keep her caretakers to a minimum,” he said, “she’s already been exposed to so many different germs and people, there’s no reason to add anymore.” 

Ivan snorted. 

“So she’s got you babysitting her brat?! Cousin, are you a fool?” 

Of course in his time, the idea of a vampire Clan lord carrying around an infant was preposterous, let alone one that was not his son, specifically. Many vampire mothers immediately gave their children to wet nurses so they wouldn’t look weak carrying a drooling baby around. 

Levi growled at his cousin, prompting him to lower his voice so as not to wake the baby. 

Ivan hissed lightly back, his eyes flashing. Vampire lords didn’t like being told what to do. 

“Who is this trollop anyway?” he snapped, though a bit quieter, “I’ve never seen you so wrapped around anyone’s finger.” 

Levi looked a little wistful. 

“Just an angel I came across in a fish store,” he murmured, his eyes resting fondly on Meryl. 

Ivan raised an eyebrow. 

“Fish…store…? And you’ve taken in her bastard? You’re babysitting it? Levi, I know losing Karen must have been hard but-”

Levi’s face hardened and his voice boomed. 

“Don’t say her name in my presence!” he snarled. 

Meryl cooed that she was waking up and started to whimper realizing she was alone. Levi looked distraught and hurried over to her, picking her up and bouncing her in his arm. 

“I’m sorry baby bat, did I wake you?” he cooed, and she gave him a gummy smile, doing her “daddy is picking me up” dance in his hand. 

Something about the happiness on Levi’s face when he looked at Meryl and how innocently she completely trusted him incensed Ivan. 

“This is absurd Levi. No one can be this happy! How do you know she doesn’t have some lover on the side and she’s just using you? Tugging a vampire lord on a leash?! She’s probably making another one of those things right now! Aren’t you concerned with how this makes the family look?!” 

Levi tipped Meryl’s head to his chest so she couldn’t see before he bared his fangs, transforming his face into a more animal version of itself as a warning. 

“Now you sound absurd, cousin,” he ground out, more offended that he’d say such a thing in front of his darling baby than taking it seriously, “(Y/N) is a devoted mother and wife. I won't listen to you slandering her in front of our child.”

Ivan snorted and crossed his leg with annoyance, spinning his blood around. 

“Goddess, modern romance is so disgusting,” he retorted, turning his face away from the tooth achingly sweet sight of Levi tossing Meryl in the air to make her giggle, “If it were me, I’d never see the thing.” 

“That’s why you’re a cold, lonely bastard,” Levi chuckled, “and I have a warm, beautiful family.” 

Ivan rolled his eyes. 

“Until she backstabs you like your mother,” he snapped. 

Levi growled more loudly. 

“I told you not to mention her,” he snapped, flipping Meryl over his shoulder by one foot so she wouldn’t see his anger and making her laugh out loud. 

“Ugggggh,” Ivan let out the longest groan ever at her pure joy as Levi pulled her back to his chest and found her one of the toys strewn on his desk to play with. 

“I’m back my loves!” you sighed as you walked into Levi’s office and breezed past the vampire sitting in one of Levi’s overstuffed chairs. You tossed your purse lazily on his desk, then tipped up on your toes and gave Levi a kiss, then smooched Meryl. 

“Feel my face,” you beamed, taking his hand and putting it on your freshly worked over skin, “they did some kind of laser thing to it! It’s super soft!” 

He grinned down at you, taking the opportunity to circle your cheek with his fingers. Maybe it was softer than normal, it always felt soft to him, but he was happy you wanted him to touch you. You'd been seeking out his touch more and more, each time delighting him more than the last.

A bit of a tug in the back of your mind reminded you the other vampire was still there and you glanced over your shoulder at him. 

“Oh, I’m sorry, did I interrupt something?” you asked, looking him over. He looked a bit like Levi, as well, but with wheat blonde hair cropped short and bright blue eyes. 

“Uh…this is my cousin, Ivan,” Levi said with as little enthusiasm as possible, “he’s in town for the wedding.”

He was eager to see you since you’d been gone all morning, but he still didn’t like males looking at you, disappointed your spa treatment ended early. For Ivan’s part his mouth dropped and his eyes grew big. He hopped up from the chair and crossed the room, looming over you. 

He took your hand and gave it a kiss, smiling down at you with the eyes of a predator behind baby blue irises almost flashing green with envy. 

“Levi told me many things about you and I thought he was exaggerating, but he wasn’t lying when he said you are truly lovely. Now I think I understand his fascination. I look forward to seeing more of you, my dear,” Ivan purred, “Levi loves to throw parties so I’m sure there will be plenty of occasions for us to get more acquainted.”

You blinked up at him and extracted your hand from his. 

“Er...good to meet you,” you said, wondering if it was a generational gap thing that made him sound so weird to you. Many of Levi's vampires had odd dialects hinting to their time of origin.

Levi bared his teeth and handed Meryl to you, practically shoving his cousin from the room. 

“I’ll see you later, cousin!” he growled, slamming the door behind him.

#monster x girl #monster boyfriend #monster lover #sfw monster fluff #monster oc #vampire x reader #angst #yandere fluff #male yandere #yandere x reader #x reader #vampire boyfriend #vampire #monster x reader

[moralesmilesanhour]

💆🏾🍃here i wanted to request a miles fang fic🌚ive enver done this before so idk but just a short/medium fic or scenarios of miles w fangs nd reader being obsessed w them but not in like a freaky way i. a like “omg theyre so cool/pretty way” if that makes sense😭

You got it! (You didn't specify so I made bro a vampire hope that's ok)

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"So, to recap: it's a yes on the blood, no on the sparkles, and you can walk into sign-less buildings by yourself," you listed off. You rose to a sitting position on Miles' neatly-made bed. "What about the sun?"

"Y/N, be serious right now. You saw me at the corner store yesterday morning."

"I'm just covering all my bases! You coulda just been wearing really good sunscreen this whole time."

Miles snorted as he lay sprawled out next to you. "Yeah, alright. No on the sunlight. Anything else--Aye, aye, relax!"

He frantically slapped your hand away as you tried to reach for his face. "Fuck is you doin'?"

"I'm tryna see if you got fangs!"

"How I'mma drink niggas' blood without fangs? Let's think, mamas--ow!"

He recoiled when you gave him a good flick on his forehead.

"Lose the attitude," you chastised. "Now, let's see 'em!"

Miles stuck out his lips into a childish pout. "Ask nicely."

"Fine. May I please see your canines?"

"Thank you."

Miles used his pinky to lift his upper lip on the left side, as if showing off a pair of grills. Instead, he revealed a pearly, almost blue-white canine tooth. It was at least a centimeter longer than that of the average human, curving downwards and sharpening to a deadly point. You could see why he mumbled so much; they looked damn near impossible to hide.

"And all four of them are that long?" you marveled.

He removed his finger and nodded, showing them off in an awkward-looking smile.

"They're gorgeous."

His smile dropped almost immediately and he gave you a weird look. "Whatever that means."

"It means what I said," you lightly smacked his arm, "they're very nice-looking."

"Sound like you finna steal 'em while I'm sleeping," Miles laughed.

You grinned and reassured him, "Chill out, I'm just bein' a future dentist. I get excited about nice teeth."

"Oh yeah? Then when you actually become one in a few years, I'm only going to you."

Miles took your hand and squeezed it. His palm was ice-cold.

"Thanks. If you ever need a fang pulled, I'll be sure to keep it for studying."

"You're so weird."

-

Send Halloween Prompts!

#earth 42 miles x reader #earth 42 miles morales x reader #miles morales x reader #miles morales x black!reader #requests #moralesanhour

[athanasius-symposium-of-writings]

HIHIHIHI, I WOULD LOVE TO SEE THE PROMPT ❛ you're fucking gorgeous like that, spread out like a good boy / girl who just wants to be eaten. ❜ WITH ALVA IF YOU ARE STILL DOING THEM. I'm in an absolute brainrot w him and I know he would be so gentle, pretty please🤲

I need hermit the same way i need professor and violinist in way tht concerning to the church jfvjnfvjnfvjnfv

Rated Mature | Warnings: Alva's warden skin

The scars seem to glow as the room becomes dark, the light of the candle is barely enough to provide proper living but the Warden does not seem to mind. His eyes can see perfectly while you are trying to see the expression on his face. Are you nervous? Surprising given you want this. Maybe he should have made a better nest for you, but supplies are limited, and you are still his prisoner. There should be no favoritism, he should have released you the second this need started to happen. Alva's eyes harden, his fangs bared, but you do not flinch.

Your hand touches his face, finger tracing the pattern of the scars; his eyes narrow as he does not feel much of your touch there. He lets out a low growl as a warning for you to touch where he wants but you don’t. You never listen.

“Can you undress?” A request he was not going to do but the way you are so gentle with your fingers… The coat slips off, then the shirt.

“There.” He will undress no further than needed. “Open your legs.” You do. Unlike him, you are completely naked with only handcuffs on for his benefit. Your hand touches his chest as much as the handcuffs allow, your eyes wandering his torso. His body is thin, the scales are beautiful as the sparkle against the light of the candle. You open your legs and he moves between them, his hand mapping and committing to memory your fragile human body.

So fragile yet so brave.

“Warden?” He pins your hands down above your head.

“You look gorgeous like this,” You moan when he starts touching you with purpose, “Spread out like a meal.” He buries his face in the crook of your neck, a sharp inhale, you gasp when you feel fangs on your neck, “You who wants to be devoured.” Your back arches when his fingers tease with what is between your legs. “What a strange human you are.”

His prisoner willingly. A trade you made upon showing how you can break into his domain, this icy hell of a tower, escaping easily but remaining. Strange creature, you are so warm now, your moans are like music.

The Warden will bind you to him, claim you as a mate, then you truly can never leave.

#idv #anon ask #reader insert #identity v x reader #identity v #identity v x you #identity v hermit #hermit x reader #hermit x you #alva lorenz #alva lorenz x you #alva lorenz x reader #idv alva #idv hermit #idv x you #idv x reader

[coffeeghoulie]

a prompt request, pls: i'm always a sucker for "i didn't know where else to go"

i'm picturing newly summoned phantom having nightmares and showing up at swiss' door

i love swiss and bug so much, and I am also a sucker for that prompt in particular.

prompt from this list

anyways, enjoy!

Hotel nights are a rare treat during tour, especially one that feels like it's been going on forever like this one. Swiss doesn't know what city the band's in, not after a long Ritual, set up and tear down stretching on longer than he can imagine, before he and his pack pile on to the vans to the hotel.

Once he gets the door to his room shut behind him, he barely has the wherewithal to shower, smudging what grease paint he didn't wipe off at the venue down his chin. He throws on a pair of somewhat clean sweats, and passes out the moment his head hits the too firm pillow. He doesn't even turn off the lamp.

Swiss, even when he's not bone deep exhausted, is a deep sleeper. He can sleep through even Aether's snores, and he's slept through more alarms than he can count. It doesn't matter where he is, once he's out, he's out.

Which is strange when he wakes up to a quiet knock on his door.

He startles, glamour fading in and out as he tries to remember where he is. He manages to pull himself together, scrubbing at his eyes as he gets up with a grunt, padding to the door. The digital clock on the nightstand reads 3:21, and Swiss groans at the lost sleep. He leans down, peers through the peephole on the door, startling when he realizes it's one of his newest packmates.

Swiss flicks the deadbolt open, and yanks on the handle. Phantom startles, arms wrapped around themself. Their glamour is flickering, and Swiss grabs them by the shoulder and pulls them into his room, shutting the door behind them.

"Bug, you have to be sure you've got your glamour up where humans might be able to see you," Swiss begins, grumbling as they turn to face them. He stops in his tracks as he really takes in Phantom's expression, mismatched eyes wide and glassy, their face flushed and head hung, the sour scent of shame clinging to them.

"'M sorry, I didn't know where else to go," they whisper, voice hoarse.

"Bug," Swiss breathes, tone softening exponentially. "Buggy, what's wrong? Are you hurt?"

They keen, tail padding against the shitty carpet anxiously. "Not hurt," they whisper. "Pit dream."

"Oh." Swiss takes a deep breath, opening his arms. "I know you're still not super keen on touch, Ant, but I've got you."

Phantom nods, swallowing hard. Their eyes dart around for a moment before they steel themself, diving into Swiss's chest. He keeps his balance thankfully, but the breath rushes out of him with an oof. Phantom's frame trembles in his arms, and Swiss carefully runs his palm up and down the quintessence ghoul's spine, trying to soothe.

"I've got you, bug," he whispers, burying his nose in the messy dark hair just above their ear. It flicks, and Swiss presses an impulsive kiss to their temple. Phantom keens again, their voice wet, and Swiss just holds them tighter.

They start to pull back, and Swiss lets go the moment they start to pull against his grip. Phantom stares up at him with wide eyes, brows furrowed in confusion. "Do you wanna know what I was dreaming or?" They trail off, picking at loose skin around their claw.

Swiss hums, shakes his head. "You don't have to tell me anything you don't want to, bug," he says, his arms still open in invitation. "You're still very new, but we all had bad dreams after we were summoned Up Top. I mean, we didn't all dream of the same things, but those were the worst dreams I'd ever had."

"They were really bad," Phantom whines, trailing off into a yawn, baring their sharp fangs. Swiss chuckles and yawns too.

"Do you want to try to go back to sleep here, bug?" Swiss asks, backing up against the bed and sitting down. He stretches, groaning when something in his shoulder pops. "We've got a long day in the morning." He glances at the clock. "Well, a long day in a couple of hours."

Phantom nods, hesitantly moving to sit beside Swiss. There's half an inch of space between their thighs, before Phantom shrugs and plasters themself to Swiss's side.

He chuckles, carefully wrapping an arm around their waist as he lays the two of them down. Phantom chuffs softly, blushing as the noise escapes them before hiding their face in the crook of Swiss's neck.

"It's alright, buggy," Swiss whispers, chuffing back as he grabs the duvet from the foot of the bed. "I've got you. Won't let anything get you."

Phantom clings tighter, and Swiss settles a large hand on the back of their head, holding them gently close. He waits in the lamplight until their breathing settles, puffing rhythmically against his throat, before he reaches over and turns out the light.

#dot's writing #aeon ghoul #swiss ghoul #phantom ghoul #< for tagging purposes #also i used phantom bc that was the name in the ask #swiss/aeon #the band ghost #the band ghost fanfiction #kkaisarion

[xxsabitoxx]

Gyutaro, prompt 15 🤭

PERIOD I love the way you think🙏

Prompt 15: "You're mine."

Divider by @/benkeibear

Warnings: reader is female, implied that reader was nearly assaulted before Gyutaro saved her, this whole thing is suggestive . I’ve given up on proper warnings cause y’all know what you signed up for lol

Your back hit the wall of the brothel hard, eyes wide in fear as you looked at the towering man—no—demon before you. “Say…” he started in a whiny tone, yellow eyes scanning your disheveled frame in interest. “I just saved your life.” You nodded, body moving on autopilot from shock.

“I think you could at least say thank you…” he drawled out as he crouched before you, hand reaching up to scratch his cheek. “I-I…thank…you?” You croaked, shaky hands moving to pull your kimono up and hide your breasts. The client you had been with turned frisky, not taking no for an answer.

If it weren’t for the demon before you, you didn’t want to think about what you would have been put through. “Wh-why did you save me?” You questioned, watching a fanged grin appear on his face. His eyes rolled, observing the room before looking at you again. “You’re mine.” He stated as if it were obvious.

“B-but I haven’t met you until just now…” you spoke carefully, expecting your fight or flight to kick in again but it didn’t. “That’s true, but I’ve met you plenty of times.” As Warabihime, but you didn’t need to know that right now. “W-we have?” You swallowed as he drew closer, your faces inches apart.

“Course we have, sweetheart. I’m a bit sad you don’t remember.” His fingers were on your cheek now, drawing you nearer. “Maybe this will remind you?” You were frozen in place as his lips slotted to yours, not jogging your memory at all, rather it made it go blank. Your hands fell away, letting your clothes fall again as your hands cupped his cheeks.

For some reason, you felt safe with him.

#kny #demon slayer #kimetsu no yaiba #demon slayer imagines #demon slayer fanfic #demon slayer headcanons #demon slayer smut #hashira #kny smut #gyutaro #gyutaro smut #demon slayer gyutaro #kny gyutaro #gyutaro x reader #gyutaro x y/n #gyutaro x you #upper moon smut

[cuethediscoandthedrinks]

"who tf is 'mansk'??" ik, just roll w it 🤭

mansk and ja + heat-fucking ⋆｡ﾟ☁︎｡⋆ ﾟ☾ ｡⋆

"open..c'mon sweetheart, let's see 'em" you could make out through the wry chuckles and hums of anticipation. opening your bright amber eyes, getting used to the harsh white lights of the med lab you soon adjusted. unlike your superiors who'd since adapted to recom life, you were like a fish out of water. all the new sensations, the new sense of life, it almost made you breathless.

with some further prompting by mansk and ja, being the only recoms remaining while the others trained in the gym, you sat up slowly. sure, you'd been briefed on what to expect in your human form, but being here now, it all felt like a hazed-out dream. part of the mission required an understanding of what would happen once you awoke, and being one of the lead scientists, you were keenly aware of just how much everything would change. but in spite of it, the slow pool of arousal in your abdomen began to grow; it was common to experience symptoms of excitement and even overstimulation at this stage, but what hadn't yet been explored was that of the response from a recom of female design.

soon enough it clicked in your head, and you realised what was happening; you were in heat. your body had finally awoken from its lightyear-long slumber, and your need to be bred deep and full was going into hyperdrive. by the way mansk's rough hands grasped your shoulders, and ja loomed in the doorway, the boys seemingly hadn't yet caught onto this. you weren't equipped to conceal such innate desires, and soon enough your tail began to swish rather aggressively; your ears folding back against your dark brown locks; fangs baring in badly-cloaked lust--"..i-aah..no, no..d-don't touch..don't..please.." you'd let out meekly. mansk didn't quite clock it just yet, but taking a quick glance to your left, you could see ja's eyebrows furrow briefly in confusion; only for a wide grin to settle across his chiseled features.

"uh, mansk. huh-uh, i think someone's a little..excited, maybe lay her back down before she bites" was all he said, but you could sense his shift in demeanour as he closed the door to the lab, settling himself in the chair next to the hospital bed. taking some hard sniffs, mansk soon began to chuckle along with ja, his thumbs now smoothing little patterns across your exposed collarbones--"goin a little primal for us, huh honey? let's not kid ourselves, recom looks good on you, babygirl.." he mused, slipping his sunglasses up onto his forehead to get a better look at your now squirming form. you hadn't anticipated such a response from them, but the prospect of sitting in this erotic-laden torture until you could find the appropriate medication seemed less than ideal.

before even responding to their playful taunts, mansk took matters into his own hands; sliding a toned arm down to your legs, he pushed them apart as you hissed from the contact. continuing to chuckle at your movements as you began arching your back, almost unconsciously splaying out your form for him to take control of, mansk smoothed his long blue fingers up the length of your pussy.

under the thin white hospital gown you were bare, likely to make testing and checking easier, but now for an even more pressing purpose. the slick, wet squishes of the rough pads of his fingers on your swollen mound only gave him all the more reason to continue. you'd not overtly rejected his advances, so why not have some more fun?

beckoning ja over with a small click of his tongue, he began speeding up his ministrations; sliding his hand along the inner lips of your hot cunt, only to begin eagerly prodding and smearing the wetness around your clenching opening--"huh, she's really ready for it ja, fuck. look at her squeeze my fingertips, and i ain't even got 'em in there yet" he'd let out, ja soon lurking up close behind your shuddering form

soon enough they both took full control, with mansk's one hand beginning to pump languid strokes deep into your heat-stricken pussy; the other lightly gripping your jaw so he could look you right in the eyes as he fucked you. ja soon leapt up onto the lab-table, sidling up right behind your writhing form as he began groping your tits, his fingers deftly fondling the sensitive buds as you continued to squirm and whine in need.

it only worsened as they both got hornier; soon you could feel ja's long, swollen cock jutting up into the lower end of your back. likewise, mansk's throbbing erection strained under his cargo pants as he ground hard onto your thigh. both of their groans mixing so deliciously with yours, as your movements only increased; what began as whines and squirms became hard bucks and lewd, wanton moans. you couldn't control yourself, and seeing just how riled up it made the both of them only spurred your arousal on all the more.

mansk could sense your desperation, and began to curve his fingers just right; hitting that sweet, sensitive spot that made you snarl from the sharp, bruising pleasure. your once shy and reserved manner had since been replaced with a writhing, primal whorishness. you'd only been the scientist, never out on missions or even especially close to these men. the most being an occasional witty remark or almost flirtatious phrase thrown your way. but as you all moved in sync, matching each other's rhythms, you could feel the air become a hot musk of your combined pleasure

the thickness and tell-tale scent of sex filled the small lab room, little tears escaping your eyes as they clamped shut in ecstasy. the hand on your chin had since moved up to grip your hair, tugging the fresh braids and locks to give better access to ja's sloppy-mouthed bites to your neck. you unabashedly whined and cried as you came, too fucked-out to care about the pointed banter you'd endure later by the rest of your collleagues, slick juices dripping all over mansk's thick, muscled fingers--"..well shit, sweetheart..ja, she fuckin' gushed on me..goddamn, g'na have to pump you nice and deep with my cock next, aren't I sugar?"

for my lovely @nin3kyuu hope u enjoyed hehe<3

#look idgaf abt mansk or ja #but i like writing for my bbys #so here u go #just pretend it's quaritch or smth ahaha #hope u all enjoyed nonetheless! :):) #mansk smut #mansk x reader #ja x reader #ja smut #avatar smut #na'vi smut #miles quaritch #miles quaritch x reader #miles quaritch smut #colonel quaritch smut #colonel quaritch #jake sully smut #jake sully x reader #cuethediscoandthedrinks

[fettuccin-e]

Right Here, Right Now

Kinktober Day 2: Public

Tags: Miguel O'Hara x Reader, afab!fem!reader, unprotected piv (wrap it up irl omg please), public sex, fingering, its just desperate sex with Mig in an alleyway lol (w/c: 1.3K)

A/N: I have actually had this as a WIP for a long, long time but I modified it to fit this prompt! Glad to finally get some use out of it. Miguel can and will always have me in a chokehold I love him so so much. (I am following prompts from this list by flightlessangelwings!)

You’ve both been apart for too long, far too fucking long. Always away on missions without each other, falling asleep without each other and leaving again with only a quick kiss goodbye, nothing more.

It’s got Miguel a little stir crazy, desperate, and you’re just the same way. So, on the odd mission where you’re actually together, you don’t protest when he crowds you against a brick wall in some dark, dank alleyway, and kisses the god damn life out of you. It’s intoxicating, mind-melting, and fuck, it’s not enough for either of you. 

Miguel growls against your mouth, reaching a clawed hand to the seam of your suit, and rips it, exposing the wetness of your aching pussy to the cool night air. He cups you without any finesse, just pure need, and you gasp wetly into his kiss.

“Miguel,” you whine, but you can’t stop your hips from humping forward into his hand, “we can’t— we can’t, baby, they’re going to start looking for us, oh fuck, they’re gonna see—“

“Shh,” he coos, “just real quick, real quick, sweetheart.” His chest heaves, so broad and thick and clouding your vision as he rubs quick circles into your achy clit with a calloused finger.

“Just- just let me feel you, just for a second, please, baby, mi amor, por favor, tan perfecta, te necesito,” he mumbles, lost in it, and you find yourself nodding along with his words.

He whines at your permission, and you barely manage to utter a “just for a second, just a second, Miguel,” before his suit dissipates around the bulge of this thick cock, and he’s sinking into you, pressing so fucking deep he forces the air from your lungs.

“Fuck, baby,” he breathes into the crook of your neck, his hips stuttering forward as he stretches your pussy around him. “There’s my perfect girl, my beautiful girl, fuck, fuck, missed this pussy so bad, baby.”

It’s hard to breathe like this, Miguel pressing you into the brick wall, curling around you until all you know is him. All you know is the way his scent invades your lungs, the way his fangs graze your throat just barely. The way he pulls his hips back, just a little bit, before shoving forward again, bullying his thick cock so fucking deep inside your little cunt. You can’t get out the words, the sensations all too much for you to bear. There hasn’t been any prep, anything to lead up to you taking Miguel like you usually do. 

No, there's only the adrenaline coursing through your bodies, the desperation stemming from being apart for far too long, and the ache of him settling deep, deep inside you. It’s where you both belong.

So you stutter out aborted little whines of “Mig- Miguel,” and “so-so big,” between overwhelmed sobs into his strong body as he holds you, impaling you on him again and again. He’s mumbling, incessant and slurred as he fucks you into the brick, something about how hot you are, how wet and tight and about how he can’t wait to get you home, how he’s going to fuck you for days. It’s all so hard to understand, you’re not even sure that Miguel knows what he’s saying, if he even wants you to hear all of the deep, dark thoughts spilling from his overwhelmed mouth.

Your body burns, the coarse hair at the base of his cock rubbing at your clit so perfect, so right. It’s all slick and wet and you’re sure that you’re dripping down his fat cock as it slides in and out of you, dripping down his balls. You can at least thank God that his suit isn’t made out of actual fabric; that he won’t have to return to HQ with your wetness staining his front. Not that he’d really mind.

It’s intoxicating, the way he fills you, surrounds you. So much so that you don’t realize how much time has passed until you hear Jessica’s voice from both of your watches, cutting through your whines and Miguel’s growls and the lewd sounds of your bodies meeting. “O’Hara, what’s your position?”

“Fuck,” he snarls, driving into you just a little faster, a little harder, “fuck, not yet, not yet.” He doesn’t respond to Jess, leaning down to capture your lips in a bruising kiss that mostly contains teeth and spit.

“Mig-Miguel, they’re going to be looking, c’mon, baby, we’ve got to g-” you hiccup into his mouth, but your hips move of their own accord, meeting him thrust for thrust as he drives desperately into you.

“Not. Yet.” He growls, punctuating his words with his hips. “Just a little longer, little- little longer, jus’ let me-” he fucks himself into you, so furious and devastating that tears finally manage to spill from your eyes.

“Spiderman 2099, what is your position?” Jessica asks again, and you can hear Pavitr ask you the same thing from your watch, both oblivious to the fact that their leader, your leader, is fucking you into the wall in some dirty back alley in a universe that neither of you know, that neither of you care to know. All you know is Miguel’s body against yours, exchanging desperate breaths as he thrusts deep into your sticky pussy, curling your hands into his hair as he digs his fingers into your waist, his claws nearly tearing the fabric of your suit.

“Miguel,” you moan, “we have to go, please we have to go, they’re looking for us, they’re gonna see-”

“No,” Miguel whines, and you want to fall to your knees with how absolutely devastated he sounds, “can’t- you can’t go, ‘s too soon, baby, let me have you, let me have you,” he’s slurring around his fangs, his eyes burning red at the edges as his eyes meet yours. He grabs at the watch on your wrist, cutting it off with a deft claw, and you choke on your spit as he crushes it easily in his palm. 

“Miguel-” you start, but he cups a thick hand over your mouth, and you can only watch as he raises his watch to his face and says, far more collected than he’s been this entire night, “Anomaly neutralized, returning to HQ. Meet tomorrow for a debrief.”

“Not tonight?” Pav chirps, and Miguel ruts into you hard, his gaze burning into yours.

“Tomorrow.” He growls, before he shuts his watch off completely, tucking his face into the crook of your neck again, sucking dark marks into your skin. His hands find your hips once again, pulling you onto his cock over and over and over as tears slide down your cheeks, choked little moans ripping out of your throat.

“That’s right, beautiful, squeeze this cock, make a mess for me. Can’t wait to get you home, going to fuck you all fucking night, needed this sweet pussy so fucking bad, bebita, por favor, ah-” he groans into your skin, and his cock sinks into you so perfect, stretching you exactly how you’ve needed it for so long, and fuck, your orgasm nearly makes you black out. You thrash against the wall, crying out so loud that Miguel has no choice but to seal his mouth over yours in a sticky kiss, swallowing your noises. 

“Fuck, that’s right, make a mess for me, eres tan perfecta, mi amor, mi vida, fuck,” he fucks into you, once, two more times, before he’s following you over that peak, his hips twitching as he fills you up.

You both can only rock against each other for a minute, riding the aftershocks of bliss. How had you gone without this for so long? How could you have deprived yourself of heaven?

“Let’s go home, Miguel,” you whisper, resting your forehead against his. He nods, switching his watch back on and opening a portal behind himself. He slips out of you, his suit reforming over himself. You, unfortunately don’t have the same luxury, the night air still cool against your used and achy core. 

“You’re making me a new suit, by the way,” you say, tilting your head up to smile at him. “And a new watch.”

He only chuckles, lifting you into his arms, turning to walk you both into your shared apartment in Nueva York, where you haven't been together in too damn long. “Anything you want.”

#hes just so big i need him to bang me against a wall #i love him sm i get so depraved talking about him #miguel ohara x reader #miguel o'hara x reader #miguel x reader #miguel o'hara smut #miguel o'hara x you #spiderman 2099 x reader #atsv smut

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anon thank u i was halfway thru this when u sent it and i was thinking 'this would fit kinda well w the master prompt' (and i cant copy paste easily on phone hence the screenshot)

masterlist bingo card

tw vampire whumper, multiple whumpers, mind control, possessive whumper, almost kidnapped, murder

Beck couldn't explain it. He felt an absolutely overwhelming urge to go in the opposite direction to where his car was parked, right into the alley where Helle had reprimanded him for working overtime. He had no reason to go there except this weird gut feeling, this unreasonable need. He had to go. He had to be there.

"You'll do nicely," the man said in a low voice, and Beck was immediately drawn to him. Right, of course. He knew this man.

Master.

He wasn't even fully there when he dropped his bag and slid his coat down a little, then tugged the collar of his turleneck down. He was going to be fed on. He wanted to be fed on. He had no other reason for existing, after all. "Please, be gentle," he said quietly. "It still hurts."

"Still?" The vampire pushed him against the wall and took a good look at his neck, expression quickly souring. "Ah. Already taken, are you? But I can't exactly... sense anyone in that little head of yours. What's up with that?"

"Another vampire feeds on me every night," Beck said dutifully. "They never enthrall me."

"And you just... let them?"

"Yes," came another voice from the entrance of the alley, but Beck paid them no mind. He was there to feed the vampire. Nothing else mattered. "He does."

A second later, his mind suddenly cleared up. He let go of his sweater and quickly pulled his coat back on, staring at the strange vampire fearfully. Oh god. Oh god. Had he just been enthralled?

He followed the vampire's anxious gaze, spotting Helle walking towards the two of them. They seemed pissed.

"Helle," the vampire said with a forced smile. "Long time no see. I didn't know you were still in the area after Lady Marie–"

"Shut up."

He flinched and took a step back, and Beck pressed himself further against the wall. He didn't want to be in Helle's line of sight. Not when they seemed like they were about to commit atrocities.

"Don't– don't be like that. I didn't know this was your human! You should've marked him–"

"Every human here is mine. This is my territory — and you are intruding."

It was a trainwreck. Beck knew there was going to be blood, and a lot of it, but he couldn't take his eyes off the poor man. He couldn't even recognise Helle's behaviour. It was so far removed from all the stupid insults and playful teasing, or even the more vicious things they'd done to him. They looked murderous.

He couldn't tell which one of the vampires moved first. It was all a blur of fangs and knives, hissing and whimpering. Beck slid to the ground and curled up, burying his face between his knees and covering his head with his hands. None of those whimpers came from Helle, he knew that much.

When the man screamed, he moved his hands to cover his ears instead. There was no way to tune it out. One scream was followed by another, and another, until it abruptly stopped. Way too abruptly.

He didn't dare look up. He didn't dare move at all. He just sat there, crying, hoping it would all be over soon and he could go home.

Was the vampire dead?

Was he going to be punished for offering himself up?

Was Helle going to be mad at him like he had been at the vampire?

Someone gently touched his hand and he curled up even tighter, whimpering pitifully. "I'm s-sorry, I'm sorry, please d-don't hurt me... I didn't want to– I didn't want to, he enthralled me–" Slender fingers wrapped around both of his wrists, prying his hands away from his ears despite all his efforts.

"Hey," Helle said softly. "Are you okay?"

He glanced up, only to get startled by the copious amount of blood on them. The entire lower half of their face was covered in it, red and sticky and fresh. "N-no, no, no, please, please! I'm sorry, please, please don't hurt me, I'm sorry!" He tried to yank his hands out of their grip so he could hide behind them, but he didn't stand a chance. All he could do was weep and hope that Helle was feeling particularly merciful — a thought that seemed out of reach in light of everything that had just taken place.

"Beck. Beck. Hey." They squeezed his wrists, making him whine and eventually cease his struggling. He was gasping for air, staring at Helle like a deer in headlights. "You are alright. Nobody is going to hurt you. Hey. Listen to me."

"You're– blood, you're covered– you killed–"

"Oh." They let go, quickly wiping their face off with the back of their hands. "I forgot. Apologies." Beck kept his hands in the air where Helle had held them, afraid to move and potentially anger them. "I killed him because he was going to hurt you," they said afterwards. "Is that not a good thing?"

Killing? A good thing? "He was g-going to run away... he was, he was going to... to run... he wanted to run..."

Helle sighed. "He got inside your head. If I left him alive, or, as alive as he had been, you would have had to deal with the after-effects of that."

"For what, a week?" he squeaked. "You killed– you killed him! You killed him, you, you–"

"Okay, you are clearly not well enough to talk." Beck suddenly felt all the thoughts from his head slip away, leaving him relaxed and docile. "We should go home. Take a shower, maybe... we both need it."

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[prettyboykatsuki]

Fang… *crawling, covered in dirt, on my last moments* Fang… I beg……….. bottom megumi……. Possibly fucking him so good he… p…p……… piss— *coughs and dies* sorry… can’t carry on……..

- definitely not a certain mutual who is a religious devotee of the bottom megumi agenda…

✮ tags ; piss, overstimulation, bottom + trans!megumi (referred to w the word pussy/cunt), top + gn!reader

Megumi feels his shame curl up in his chest.

The sensation starts in his waist, where his whole body shakes to accommodate the stretch of your cock. It's too big, too much - and the roll of your hips is so painfully eager. There's a sharp precision underneath the mess of thrusts, and even more - a burning desire to make him a mess.

He only knows this because you tell him so often. Let his first name curl off of your lips in a coo, your hands on his waist or grabbing his shoulders to press your thumb into them. You'll whisper it against his neck with your hand splayed on his body.

"Let me make a mess of you baby," Soft and low and deep "Promise it'll make you feel good."

Megumi always lets you get away with too much. He won't admit it's because devoted to you, obsessed with you, crazy to the point of madness. Megumi wants your attention no matter the cost, and he wants you to have his way with him. He likes when you want him, so he lets you do anything you please.

Even when it's embarrassing like it is now. So embarrassing it's shameful. Makes him want to hit you, or run away - disappear so completely so he never has to face the music.

Your voice takes his thoughts to a tender halt. "You're so pretty baby," And suddenly, he wants to endure it a little longer.

He's shaking. He doesn't remember how long you've been at this, only that you teased him for so long he started pawing at you. Everything you do is cruel. Just earlier, you had him bent over in your lap fingering his pussy until it was soft enough for him to take. You never let him cum.

You never let him do anything until he begs.

And then he did beg. Betrayed himself and begged you to fuck him, and so you do. Sat him on your cock and did nothing but fuck him and toy with him and tease him.

And he's cum too many times to even think anymore. He wants to run away from how it makes him feel. He can hear the way his pussy sounds from how long you've stretched enough, so wet he's pushing you out. The sensation is making his nerves tingle, his stomach tighten from need.

"S-stop," He croaks, his voice thick - nails digging into your back "I'm gonna—shit, please."

The words don't register, he thinks at first - but he can feel you smile into his shoulder.

"What is it sweetheart?"

"I'm gonna pee on you if y-you don't stop." He tries his best to sound mad, but even he knows he just sounds desperate. You put your hands up under his knees and fold him up further. He gasps, chokes and stares at you blank.

"Then do it," Your voice echoes soft in his ear, a sadism to your words that makes Megumi clench.

"It's embarrassing, asshole."

"But you want it right? It'll feel better if you let it out," Suddenly your hand pushes on his lower belly between your bodies. He cries out involuntarily, trying to choke out the noise "Want me to keep fucking you don't you?"

He nods shamefully and you laugh.

"Then let it all out," And you push harder, hard enough to prompt it. His lower half sags in relief, the warm sensation flooding the sheets beneath you. It feels good, makes him feel relief he's never known and mixes with pleasure he couldn't fathom "Just like that. Good boy."

Megumi feels your free hand cradle his cheek, peppering kisses on his face before he squeezes you tighter. He lets you get away with too much.

#return to sender #piss cw #im so h-word about this guy dsjsd #im(prompt)u game #<- tag for these #megumi x reader #writing tag

[bitethebard]

Suck your TBR Dry — 2024 Reading Challenge

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