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mallowmaenad · 5 months

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6'3" Underweight Trans Girl With Eyebags whose wearing an Oversized Black Sweater: I recently remembered all of my past lives. Most of it was spent as various plant life and fungi in the same twenty foot radius in a forest by a rural interstate route until a robin ate the seed containing my soul and flew to another forest where I reincarnated as her child. I would then die a tragic death at a young age to a local fox where I'd live a long life as her kit and eventually die of old age, I then spent several generations as various plant life and fungi in that forest which was eventually destroyed by industry.

I was a tree during that time and my plant fibers were processed to manufacture paper used to make a sticker placed on an orange whose peel was placed in a compost bin, eventually leading me to the dark yet decadent life of a worm until I then eventually expired and awoke as a tomato plant in the care of a kindly older woman, it is that life whose memories I treasure the most.

She was a very skilled and warm woman, and many of my cycles afterwards were spent as my own kin in generations of tomato plants in a blink of an eye. One day she took me into her car in a pot, I remember how she spoke to me. At the time she had named me Reynolds, she had set into a trend of naming me after Hollywood actors she found attractive. It was the day before her daughter's birthday and I was to be her gift, I could not feel bittersweet about this a the time, because I was a tomato plant.

She buckled me into the back seat of a car as if I was a child of her own and drove down a rural interstate route, illuminating the black sea of the night sky with her headlights as the shadows seemed to drown out anything but us. A deer with bone wasting disease stood in the road like a grim reaper, white eyes shining as her aching foot tried to react in time on the break peddle.

The two embraced in a bloody collision, I remember the deer in its last moments weakly nibbling at her flesh as they both bled out in an agony they were ignorant to, I wilted and died in that car along with her and that deer, I do not know what the journey of my soul was like, but my next life was as a patch of semi-feral grass on the side of a similar road caught in the mouth of a possum eating a partially full discarded box of Wendy's fries who was then promptly turned into road kill, when the day was new a burly Appalachian man whose stern demeanor hid a soft heart would legally and cleanly collect the cadaver and break it down, using the remains for a meal some yuppies would find ghastly. This man was my father- or rather my father in this cycle of life.

I know in my heart of hearts that you were that old woman who nurtured me so many times as her beloved tomato plants, you had the rare privilege to live your life as an incinerator at a crematorium, but the march of technology and nut after bolt you grew broken, a death by a thousand cuts, a death by a thousand bodies. Your massive metal cadaver was melted down over time, the raw materials eventually finding itself to a factory that manufactured bullets, a life of darkness in a cardboard prison only to be shunted into a pistol's magazine... your entire existence is interesting, stretching the meaning of what it means to be eaten and to live. The meek 24 year old boy thought nobody would mourn him when he was gone, you lived as an amorphous patch of greenery ahead of his grave stone.

A curious thing would happen during a visit to this boy's grave, his childhood dog either in embarrassing coincidence or a moment of sentience began to dig at where the body was, being wrenched back as it began to desperately sink his teeth into the soil, ripping you asunder. Almost as divine penance, you lived your next life as a member of this dog's litter, you'd be named after the boy, despite being a girl. Maybe the dog was given some precognition and wanted to eat the boy and take his soul into its mouth to get her the life she always wanted. You were unfortunately born with a chronic condition that led you to a young death, the girl's mother crying just as hard after the vet put you down. You were buried lovingly in her back yard where you became a tomato plant, your same mother not being as much of a green thumb as mine but she devoured your fruits all the same, eventually giving birth to another meek boy after growing pregnant during the time when your last tomato was picked off your wilted stem. I have pursued you since that day with my whole body and spirit, one part unintentional one part in this moment of enlightenment. I love you, and I will love you for the rest of forever.

Trans girl who dropped out of high school to make Hello Kitty breakcore who has her girlfriend's dick in her mouth and is high as fuck right now: Waash dat?

Their shared girlfriend sitting across from them playing Wario Land Shake It on her modded Wii U: Was I the deer with bone wasting disease?

6'3" Underweight Trans Girl: ... Yeah...

#long post #microfiction #cw car accident #cw death #cw dead animal #cw suicide

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benkeibear · 9 months

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⋆꙳✧༄ Your blessing

❖ Character: Douma

❖ Reader: female | AFAB

❖ Wordcount: 1.5k

❖ Summary: You're Douma's favorite and it's about time that his followers start worshiping you - and what's better than making them watch how you ride their leader?

❖ WARNINGS: sub!reader, penetrative sex, squirting, voyeurism, fingering, one clit slap

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You were always Douma’s favorite as long as you can remember. The day you joined his cult he made a vow to never eat you, that you're meant for something much greater- and while he does occasionally drinks your blood, it's always as an offer from you, worshiping the very ground he walks on. You deserved the same devotion as he did in his eyes, needing his followers to praise you the way they praise him, crave your very presence and worship the ground you walk on, gracing everyone with your fragile humanity. It was no surprise when he made you sit on his lap whenever he sat on his little throne, making sure his followers see the beauty that he calls his own, the one he would destroy the world for. The one not even he dares to disgrace.

“Look how they bow down to you, begging for you to bless them” he hummed into your ear, the grip on your hips tightening when he saw the slightly uncomfortable look on your face. You always preferred not to be in the spotlight, to stand behind the man this was all about was almost more than you can handle but he wanted you to be the main attraction, wanting to go one step further and make them see the way only he gets to see you, to grace their eyes once before they become his next meal. Your body was holy to Douma so he gently pulled you closer against his chest “wear your most beautiful dress tomorrow. I will show them my personal heaven” he whispered, gently kissing your neck before dismissing his followers to plan tomorrow's session without your knowledge despite the proximity your bodies held.

When everyone was gathered in front of Douma’s throne, you entered the room slowly, unsure what's going to happen but Douma took your hand and guided you to sit down onto his lap once again. “You look ethereal my love” he announced proud and held your hips tightly before pushing your legs over his, making you sit there with spread legs as the heat creeped up your cheeks “what are you doing... this isn't decent” you protested shy and tried to close your legs again but he wouldn't let you. “Do not worry, my flower. I promised they will receive a blessing from you, you wouldn't want to disappoint our followers, would you?” He asked with a grin on his face and you knew that any further protest was futile - he made up his mind and nothing would change it. With a long sigh you tried to relax into his chest, knowing very well that the men and women blessed by you in any way are chosen to become his next meal if you liked it or not. You loved the man and were able to look past his ways, past him being a demon.

Douma's smirk grew when you relaxed against him, the tension in your thighs disappearing and he kissed your neck loving “that's right, my goddess. Just relax and let me handle this” he hummed, tearing your dress in a way that exposed your perfect tits to his followers, soft gasps filling the room as you saw some of them blush or avert their eyes, displeasing their leader. “Eyes on her” he spoke demanding and his word was final, all eyes burning on your skin now, waiting for the leaders next move as he started kneading the flesh of your chest, gently tugging and twisting your nipples in ways that made you whimper and lean into his hands even more. You were addicted to his touch just like he was addicted to touching you, closing your eyes to drown out all the people watching the both of you but Douma pinched your nipples harder “tsk. Open your eyes. Bless them. Let them watch, look at their eyes, at their devotion to their goddess” he said stern and ripped your dress further until it was nothing but a broken piece of fabric to be tossed away. It felt humiliating to be completely naked in a room full of people who await your pleasure, who see every inch of your skin, wishing to touch you the way their leader did but they had full faith in him, knowing he will take great care of their goddess.

His slender hands traveled down your body, sharp nails leaving small streaks in their wake but not enough to cut your skin or to hurt you and you felt yourself squirm in anticipation, seeing all these awaiting faces of your followers. There was no reason to be ashamed in front of them, knowing they would never have an I'll thought about their goddess, feeling like they're a witness to the most holy of all ceremonies- getting to see their leader please their goddess. The feeling of his fingers parting your folds ripped you out of your thoughts, your hands holding onto the thighs you were seated on and he smirked at the way everyone's eyes were now glued to your beautiful core, spread for their viewing pleasure. “My my, would you look at how wet you are… are you this pleased by their presence?” Douma teased before biting your earlobe ever so gently. “We should give them what they want, don't you think?” He added and watched your eyebrows knit up in pleasure the moment a single finger slid through your folds to gather your slick so he could flick your puffy clit just enough to make you whimper and clutch onto his thighs. “That's my flower… don't hold these pretty noises back” he encouraged you to let go, massaging your bundle of nerves in small circles until your neglected entrance started to clench around nothing.

Douma knew better than to finger you, his nails far too long and the noises you made when he splits you open on his cock without preparing your weeping cunt first are far too heavenly to not witness. Just to tease you he ran one of his fingers over your entrance and dipping in ever so slightly, a small string of sour arousal connecting to his finger the moment he pulled back to lick his digit clean. “Always so sweet for me” he hummed and lifted you ever so slightly, the tip of his impressive cock nudging against your dripping entrance which made you whine, knowing all too well that he will push himself in with just a single thrust to make you moan his name. He didn't disappoint you, his entire length disappearing inside of your core the moment his tip was entirely past your folds - this time much slower than usual, making sure he can feel every little ridge in your velvet walls and drawing your moan of his name out. “Douuuumaaa” you whined loudly, hating and loving the intense feeling of getting impaled on his huge length.

Douma gave you only a short moment to adjust, your walls already fluttering wildly and sucking him even further inside. “You're my little vixen… so sweet and innocent but the moment you have my cock inside of you, you make the lewdest little noises… don't you?” He mused, thrusting his hips sharply to make you squeal out a moan to prove his point. You wanted nothing more than to close your eyes, to enjoy the feeling fully, hoping he wouldn't notice but Douma had his eyes everywhere. The little slap to your sensitive clit made you open them just a split second after closing them, whining loudly “don't be so disrespectful… they need their goddess to bless them” he almost scolded you and began moving your hips up and down his length, indicating for you to start riding him. It humiliated you, helplessly moaning on your lover’s cock as your followers watched with this intense hunger for you, to touch you, to help you receive pleasure but they knew better than to ever lay a single finger onto your sacred body.

Your walls started to clench around Douma and your moving became harder and harder until he held onto your thighs to fuck into you like there's no tomorrow - and for some chosen ones there would be none. Your moans started to sound like a lewd prayer, chanting his name over and over as it echoed off the walls until the only noise to be heard was heavy breathing and the squelching noise of your obscenely wet cunt, helplessly squirting in the intensity of the orgasm Douma brought to you. “That's it, flower. Bless these lost people with your love, cleanse their souls” he called out proud and continued fucking You through your release just to keep going, rubbing circles onto your overly sensitive bundle of nerves as your followers came closer and closer, wanting to receive their blessing from you which made Douma chuckle “see this, petal? It looks like you need to release a few more times for your greedy people” he mused, feeling your walls flutter in affirmation, knowing you wouldn't mind falling apart on his length until you're begging for him to stop - you always wanted more and more the more you came for him. It filled him with pride to watch you come undone once more, your juices spraying out of you and onto the floor, some drops landing on your followers and he knew that those are the ones he will devour first - but none would leave this room alive, having witnessed his private heaven.

Networks: @enchantedforest-network @themovingcastlez @planetonet

#demon slayer x reader #demon slayer smut #kimetsu no yaiba #kny x reader #kny smut #douma x reader #Douma smut #Douma x female reader #Douma #kny douma #upper moons x reader #Upper moons smut

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reevesdriver · 5 months

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Mr. Dutton (NSFW)

Summary: You're recently single and living in hotels so when you get talking to your long-term friend, Beth Dutton, she invites you to stay at the Dutton ranch where you suddenly become close to the man you crushed on as you grew up, John Dutton.

Word count: 2535

Reader: Female reader

Character(s): John Dutton

Warning(s): NSFW / 🔥🔥🔥 / Smut / Unprotected Sex / Age-Gap (Reader is of legal age) / Best Friends Dad / Save a horse you know the rest / Oral Sex (M & F Receiving) / Dickhead Ex-boyfriend / John is a strong man I just know it /

Support Me: Kofi

Part 2

(AN: This man, well, this series has me in a chokehold at the minute and there's a serious lack of Yellowstone fics so here you go have some daddy Dutton🥵.)

Splitting from your useless excuse of an ex was proving to be the best thing you ever did. Even if you didn't have a place to stay and a boot full of your belongings your happiness was improving already. Your long-term friend, Beth Dutton, had invited you out for dinner and when she heard of your current hotel-staying situation she invited you back to her family ranch to stay.

You declined at first, not wanting to be in the way, but when she asked you for a ride back to the ranch and made you come inside for another drink you conveniently got talking to her father about the situation and when John Dutton said you could stay who were you to refuse?

“Thank you for letting me stay Mr Dutton."

“You can call me John, darlin’. We’ve known each other long enough to keep up the formalities.”

“Told you he wouldn’t mind.” Beth smiled as she looked up from her food. Gator had prepared a meal for the three of you since Jamie was working and Kayce and his family wanted to spend some time to themselves so John let you take his youngest sons seat next to him.

“It should only be for a few weeks. Until I can sort out a place of my own, if there’s anything that needs doing please let me know. I don’t wanna be wandering around doing nothing whilst everyone else is working.”

“We could probably use some help keeping the place tidy but I’ll see if Rip needs any help too.”

“Thanks Beth.”

Later in the day Beth showed you to your room and after John insisted on helping you bring the boxes of your belongings up you got settled for the night. The room that had been given to you was large, definitely the largest room you'd ever stayed in, and as you hung your clothes up in the double-wardrobe you peered out of the window and across the ranch taking in the sights.

It had been a few years or so since you'd had the chance to come back to the Dutton ranch. Between working and dealing with your ex it became almost impossible to have any time to yourself let alone with your friends. Fortunately you remained in touch with Beth and despite you not being able to meet up like you used to you were thankful that she was understanding.

You sighed. You hadn't thought about your ex since walking out of the relationship after you found out he was cheating and you were annoyed that after a few weeks he decided to plague your mind now when you were trying to start fresh. As if on queue your phone pinged with a text from said ex and you felt the tears start to well up in your eyes as you saw the brief begging message he'd said. A gentle knock on the open bedroom door brought your attention away from your phone screen.

"You alright?" Johns soft voice filled the room as he stood cautiously in the doorway.

You sniffled a little bit and wiped the corners of your eyes before nodding. "Yeah I will be." You turn to face him. "Thank you for letting me stay John, it really means a lot to me."

"You don't need to thank me darlin', you're welcome here anytime. I'm headin' to bed but if you need anything then come and wake me alright?" He says and you nod in understanding. "Make sure you get some rest."

John turned and left the doorway, closing the door behind him he left you in peace as you continued to put your clothes away. When you finished you picked up your phone, blocked your ex and climbed under the sheets after turning the light off.

The following morning the Duttons woke before you did and made their way downstairs. Beth made herself a drink and then sat at the dining table immediately digging in to the food that Gator had put out for them. Soon after, her father followed and took his seat at the head of the table with his own drink.

“Is she still asleep?” John asks, referring to you and Beth nods. “I was thinking of getting her set up in the stables, she was always good with grooming the horses so figured that’s a good place to start.”

Beth agreed and soon they fell into silence, silence that was soon interrupted by Beths phone pinging. When she checked it a smile crossed her face and soon she was standing up and excusing herself for the rest of the morning. Shortly after Beth had left you'd woke and quickly got dressed after checking the time. It was still early morning but you didn't want to start sleeping in especially since you offered to help around the ranch.

Exiting the bedroom you made your way through the house and eventually to the dining room where you saw John sat at the table on his own. "I was wondering when you would be making an appearance." He greeted you with a smile. Gator was bringing more plates of food to the table, toast, bacon, eggs etc and you felt like you were in heaven.

"That was probably the best night sleep I've had in a while." You smiled and took the seat that you had sat in the night before. "I hope I didn't get up too late."

John laughed. "Darlin' you're up earlier than I thought you would be anyway so it's fine."

"You got any jobs for me today?"

"Actually yes, i want you to groom the horses if you're up to it, they haven't been bathed in a while and even though the men in the bunkhouse are capable they never get them looking like you did."

You happily agree and think back to all the times you spent with Johns horses, brushing their mains and fur, bathing them and just overall paying as much attention to them as possible. John always watched you from a distance since he had other things to be taking care of but when you stopped coming around he started to notice that the horses looked dirtier and never seemed to be as clean as they used to be.

Finishing off your breakfast you started the day with choosing a horse and hosing them down before washing and drying them. You brushed their fur, main and platted their tail before mucking out their stable and then moving on to the next one. By the end of the week you'd cleaned up a handful of the horses and had been introduced to the new workers like Jimmy and reacquainted with the old ones like Lloyd and Rip who you'd come to miss. You helped out where you could but when Friday night hit you were glad to have been told to rest over the weekend by John.

Your old cowboy boots had rubbed your feet raw as it had been so long since you'd last worn them. When you entered the house you kicked off your boots and carried them upstairs to your room sitting on the edge of the bed you removed your socks and frowned at the redness of your feet. As the sun set you undressed and showered before returning to the bedroom and climbing into bed. Not a minute or so after your head hit the pillow your phone pinged.

Sitting up you were curious as to who could be texting you, that was until you saw the 13 missed calls and around 50 texts from an unknown number. Your stomach dropped, it was your ex and the messages ranged from "I miss you" to "Go fuck yourself" as well as. few others thrown in here and there for good measure. You skimmed the messages quickly when another one came through "I can see that you've read my messages, fucking reply to me." and with that you blocked the number and turned off your phone.

All the work you'd done over the past few days didn't seem to have affected you anymore since you'd gone from being on the verge of falling asleep to wide awake in a matter of minutes. You tossed and turned in bed trying to fall asleep but after 2 hours had passed you gave up.

Leaving the bedroom you stepped into the surprisingly warm hallway and made your way to the staircase. Peering over the bannister you saw John who looked comfortable for once, normally any time you'd seen him he was tense but now, sat in front of the lit fire with a tumbler of Whiskey on the side table and his feet up on the coffee table he looked relaxed. “What’re you doing up?” You ask after glancing at the clock on the wall.

“I could ask you the same thing.” He replies looking up from his book as you descended the staircase.

“Can’t sleep, mind if I grab a book and join you?”

“Help yourself.” He replies and you smile. John watches from his position on the couch as you turn and head towards the bookcases. He watches you skim the leather bound books for a title that piqued your interest. Reaching up for a familiar title and raising up onto your tip-toes makes your oversized t-shirt rise up your thighs and stop just under your ass. John struggles not to choke on his drink as he drags his eyes up your thighs and catches a glimpse of your laced underwear peaking from underneath the baggy t-shirt.

After grabbing a book you quietly made yourself a drink from the bar and took a seat on the couch next to John as he topped up his glass with the opened bottle of Whiskey next to him. “Whatcha reading?” He asks with genuine curiosity. You flashed him the cover of the book and he recognised the title. “Good choice.” He smiles and you smile back.

Sitting down on the couch next to him you made sure to leave some room between the both of you. Your legs were bent at the knee and tucked up next to you and it didn’t take long until you started rubbing at the sore areas of your feet. The action didn’t go unnoticed and soon John broke the silence. “Your feet hurting you?”

“Yeah, been a while since I’ve worn my boots. Think they need breaking in again or I need a new pair.” You laugh.

“Here, let me.” He says extending his hand out to you and you knew better than to argue with him. Lifting your feet you drop them into his lap gently, the fabric of his jeans rubbing against the backs of your legs. Suddenly it took you much longer to finish a page as your mind kept wandering to Johns calloused hand rubbing your feet as he continued to read his book, stopping occasionally to take a sip of his drink.

His lap was warm, his jeans felt nice and rough and as his hand traced the bottom of your foot up to your ankle you felt the growing rigid length of his cock press against the side of your foot. Your eyes were no longer focused on the book and instead you peered over the pages to look at your best friends dad as you gently tilted your foot towards his crotch. Johns breath caught in his throat, his rough hand grabbed your ankle and he looked over to you. "Be careful darlin', I don't want you doing something you'll regret." He spoke before moving your feet off of his lap so he could stand up.

You watched as John grabbed the now empty bottle of Whiskey and passed round the back of the couch, leaving the room and entering the kitchen. Thoughts raced around your head and after deciding on what to do you opted to go with the idea that would hopefully release the pulsing between your legs. Standing from the couch you shimmied your lacy underwear down your hips and let them drop to your feet before picking them up and walking over to the book that John was reading.

You dropped the flimsy fabric on-top of the closed book, grabbed your glass and walked past John to the kitchen as he made his way back to the couch. You poured another drink and barely had time to take a sip when heavy footsteps stopped at the doorway of the kitchen. “You forget something sweetheart?” John says and you smirk. Turning to face him you see your underwear gripped in one of his calloused hands.

“I didn’t forget anything sir.” You reply. He lets out a hoarse laugh and closes the distance between the pair of you. Your back is pressed against the counter and John is pressed up against your front peering down at you with a smirk.

"You're a little tease aren't you."

"Only for you." You reply and he laughs again.

"Beth'll kill you if she finds out, hell I think she'd kill the both of us."

"We best hurry up then whilst we have an empty house."

Lifting you up onto the counter John parts your legs and kisses the inside of your thighs before devouring your cunt. One of your hands found the back of his head and you ran your fingers through his hair as he continued to lap and suck at your clit, his rough hands that were delicately rubbing your feet moments ago now roughy grabbing at your thighs to keep you steady.

Your thighs threatened to trap his face as he made you cum with his tongue and soon you were jumping down off the counter and dragging John back to the couch. Shoving him down you dropped to your knees with a crack and made quick work at unbuttoning his jeans freeing his cock from the confines of his underwear. You licked the tip before drawing it into your mouth and using your spit to soak his shaft.

His hand is resting on the back of your head as it bobbed whilst you sucked his cock. You always assumed that since John was a tall man he would have the cock to match and you were pleasantly surprised to find that it was true. When your jaw started hurting from shoving his girth between your lips you stood and straddled his thighs wasting no time in lowering yourself down on his cock.

John lifted up your t-shirt and took a nipple into his mouth roughly sucking it as you bounced on his lap, his hands moved to grip your hips as your cunt swallowed his thick cock with every rise and fall of your body. Cumming on his cock John wasn't far behind you, his laboured breathing urged you to push through the burning sensation in your thighs to bring him to his high. Pushing you roughly against his thighs John held you in place as he came, pulsing thick ropes of cum deep inside you.

"Looks like you still have it in you old man." You laugh trying to catch your breath.

"I'll show you more of what an old man can do."

#mine #mywriting #yellowstone #Yellowstone imagine #John dutton #John Dutton x reader #John Dutton x female reader #female reader #kevin costner #daddy dutton #John Dutton imagine #yellowstone x reader #yellowstone fanfic #Kevin Costner smut

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thestarry-nights · 26 days

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warning(s): mature themes ahead! jeno jerking off in public and getting caught

jeno lee is a fucking pervert.

well, he didn’t intend to be. here he was, cramming the day before his biology final in the school library when his attention turns towards the window, which has an amazing view of the tennis court.

first of all, what kind of school puts the library next to a fucking tennis court? impossible to study with these thin walls. jeno was about to pack his stuff up when he notices people are gonna start using the court, until he sees you strut onto the court with the biggest smile on your face.

jeno’s always believed you were pretty. you weren’t the closest of friends but did have your fair share of small conversations. like if you had a question about a class or what would your last meal be if you were on death row. (jungwoo asks really weird questions)

you were wearing the tinniest white tennis skirt that covered the bottom of your ass. the polo you had on snugged your waist perfectly and made your breasts look even better. who would’ve thought jeno would be so turned on over your outfit, but man was he hard.

jeno could no longer think about biology, but only think about how he wishes he could fuck you in that skirt. him pounding into you as your skirt bounces on his cock. or ripping that tight polo off of you so he can see ruin your pretty tits.

before jeno knows it, he begins to palm himself through his jeans in the library. luckily, jeno sat towards the back of the library and nobody was surrounding him. being caught jerking off in a library would surely get him kicked out. maybe he should stop? no, he can’t, it feels too good.

jeno quietly unzips his pants and takes out his cock. it springs up towards him. thankfully his laptop hides him or else someone would’ve saw his hard. he strokes his member while looking at you. the way your boobs bounce when you run, (they should be bouncing while you ride him instead) the way your baby hairs stick to your forehead due to your sweat, (man he’d lick your sweat off your body if you asked him too)

low grunts come out of jeno’s mouth. he begins to let his imagination run wild. he moves up and down his length at a rhythmic pace, slowly tightening his grasp at the bottom of his shaft dragging his fingers to the tip. his pace only speeds up by the second. the noises coming from jeno’s table are only getting louder and lewder, some turning their attention to see why he was creating such a noise.

jeno bit on his lip to shut himself up, as he goes even faster. his cock begins to twitch in his hands, he’s close. he chases his high and releases himself in his hand, his posture quickly loosens as a sigh of relief leaves his mouth.

jeno cleaned himself up with tissues he had in his bag and realization of what he just did crept in. people were staring at him, some disgusted and some intrigued. he began to pack his stuff and to gohome, he could no longer be in this room. eyes followed him as he walked out of the library. he notices you’ve also wrapped up your practice for the day.

you notice jeno looking at you and wave at him, he waves back acting like he didn’t just jerk off to the thought of you in the library. you return to your friends and jeno begins walking towards his dorm.

everything was normal until he suddenly got a text from mark reading “dude is this you?” with a video attachment. no, it can’t be, jeno thought to himself. but no, it could, because when jeno opened the attachment, he sees a zoomed in video of himself, jerking off in the library.

oh shit.

A/N: first mature/smut drabble. please give me suggestions on how to improve 🙏🏼🙏🏼

#nellie’s thoughts 💭#member: jeno lee #nct jeno #nct smut #jeno smut #nct imagines

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2kmps · 5 days

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DARK POOL

aquatic monster x reader | 18+ | 2.8k

story summary; your granduncle explains that the noises at the bottom of the lighthouse and the missing chunk out of his leg are from swimming rats. you let him think you're a fool.

story warnings; some graphic depictions that some may consider gory, mentions of biting, mentions of rats, creature in captivity, explicit sexual content, double penetration (not safe), prose + detail heavy, implied breeding, not proofread.

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Granduncle told you that the rats in Cape Tellis liked to swim and when they were in search of food, they didn't care how long they'd have to paddle through the water to find it. Some would simply drift with the current for days; black-gray fur rotted off, skin peeled off bone, little faces disfigured by sea and salt, but they would keep going until their bodies nudged the rust-red walls of the lighthouse and found the energy to scale upward to a window and squeeze inside.

He mentioned this anytime you had something to say about the ruckus down in the basement—sometimes scratching, sometimes powerful, erratic thuds that you felt pulse through the floorboards, through the rubber soles covering your feet, and into your skin. That place was sealed behind a rusted metal frame and door, deadbolted and locked with a key he always carried on a chain through a belt loop.

It always jangled when he walked because he had a limp so bad that his entire leg always dragged a pace behind him and took a great amount of effort to haul forward. When you had asked of it, as memory dictated a handful of years prior he didn't have such trouble, he first claimed it had been a bad sinus infection that got into his brain and disrupted something neurologically. In another instance where he had stopped for a third time on an evening stroll together, he had said he scuffed with one of Cape Tellis’ formidable rats and the mangy bastard had won and taken a chunk of meat out of him before scuttling back into the walls.

“Just ignore it, it's normal that they're active this time of year,” he was saying while scraping fried eggs out of a pan onto your plate. Meanwhile, you winced to the usual commotion downstairs. “They get real flighty this time of year. The rats do. They get frisky and chase each other all around. I don't know nothin' about them besides being persistent, ugly things, but it may well be their special season.”

You ripped a sharp edge in your toast and prodded the egg yolk until the sunny orb burst, oozing out across your plate before you could scoop it all up in the bread.

“How long does it take for the rats to go away?” you asked with some interest in his answer, if for no other reason to know what sort of yarn he'd spin next. The bread was buttered, the eggs unseasoned, but you ate it all anyway while watching him. “Are they permanent residents or do they come and go? You must be feeding them if they stay here.”

Granduncle took a long time to situate his bad leg under the table, longer to arrange his silverware and the direction of his food. “Oh, they have no interest in leaving, I don't think. If they really wanted to, I imagine they would've jumped back into the water and swam somewhere else.”

Each time the noises rose up between the wood slats under your feet during breakfast, granduncle told you not to worry about it, but you quieted every sound in your head to better hear rattling metal, reverberations of some sort—like having a man’s deep, anguished moan pressed right against your ribs. You weren't sure what you were looking for when you listened, only that you knew they were rats.

Granduncle looked at you, his appetite pushed away towards the center of the table with his plate. “Let's go for a walk, yes? The rain won't come back for a few hours.”

When you did walk after a meal, granduncle would often have to lie down with his dead leg propped up on a short stack of pillows for a long while. It became something of a habit of yours to exert him too much after dinner, forcing him to keep up with your youthfulness—your merry prances and unburdened soul.

For what it was worth, he did the best he could to never be a hindrance. He didn't seem to fully understand his own limitations either, making it quite a simple thing to steal the key from his belt loop while he slept—deep and silent, so much so that you needed to drop a tissue over his face from make sure he was still breathing—and unfasten the lock to descend a set of slick, stone stairs.

There wasn’t much to at the bottom; a space half-flooded from seasonal rains raising the sea-level, old pieces of ship equipment hanging like ornamentation, an old folding chair that had yet to rust despite damp air, and a large hole in the ground that was dark like the throat of a nightmare envisioned in the most precious hours of night.

You held a plate of raw meat, freshly thawed from the freezer, outstretched with a flickering lantern in your other hand. Anywhere else, you'd have just brought a flashlight—but, he didn't like the bright lights, had ripped the last one out of your hands and smashed it against the wall. Oil lanterns were better tolerated, but he still seemed to cower from the gentle flickers.

So, you placed the meat on the seat of the folding chair and walked closer to the hole, wading a hand through seawater until touching braids of cold metal, chains pulled taut as though weighted down by an anchor. You gave the closest one a tug, always with the same caution as a child gripping his mother's clothes in uncertain times, and backed away.

He never made noise when he surfaced, always frightfully quiet, only indicated by a trail of bubbles that followed after where he roamed underwater. The first thing to emerge was a dorsal fin flared proudly from the middle of his head until midway in the deepest curve of his back. His eyes were on you, abysmal black things with a luster you likened to a landbound fish, and skin and scales that moved stiffly with his facial movements.

“You,” said the creature, toneless and in a voice far too raspy and deep to have an equal match amongst human men. “You have come. You are here.”

Months ago, he hadn't been capable of simple speech such as this. The noises he made were incompatible to anything you had ever heard—perhaps mere vocalizations he utilized underwater, possibly something long gone and archaic—but he had started mimicking you when you'd speak, and eventually you started slowing down, giving him the time to feel how the sounds vibrated in his own throat.

“I brought you food, again.” You gestured towards the seat with raw meat with your lantern, prompting his passing glance of interest before he was back on you. “Not hungry? He usually doesn’t feed you that well. I haven't been down here in a week or so, so I figured you'd be ready to scarf it down.”

“No.”

He came closer and the size of him grew, a towering figure with strong, broad-shoulders and a chest built to withstand the friction of the sea he used to own. His face, although hidden in darkness and flickering shadow cast from your lantern, gleamed as the light struck his iridescent scales. The shape of his lips were human-like yet taut, helping to comfortably fit his sharp teeth inside his mouth.

You'd wondered at times what exactly he was, what your granduncle believed him to be and feared so much to hide him away, chained to a wall. You fantasized that he could be the lost prince of some underwater civilization, or the offspring of several thousands of years of evolution between humans and something else.

He never seemed to understand you when you asked him what he was.

“Come,” his reach was limited by the chains that bound his limbs, keeping him shy of touching your body. “Come to me.”

With the lantern set aside, a distance you hoped wouldn't turn him petulant, you walked in his arms and the shackles and made home there as he surrounded you. His embrace was not the sort you could escape, nor was the kiss he pressed against your mouth.

There were parts of him you were too scared to touch, where his scales were like serrated teeth and he had much less control to retract at will like the dorsal find along his back. His lips were smooth and cold, however, a safe place for you to be on his body along with the hard flesh on his chest.

He pushed himself into your touch as your fingertips traced the shape of his torso, rose with the sprawl of his breasts and shoulders, molded into the ridges of his lower abdomen that you felt pulse and tense the further downward you roamed.

The sheath around his groin had swelled significantly and seemed to twitch when you smoothed your hand across it, kneading it gently to see what would come of doing so. You'd seen this only once before several months ago, a time where you'd been more frightened of him and fled from the basement for weeks when he'd acted more aggressive than usual.

It was one of the many things he had taken notice of that were perceived negatively—with fear and distance and shutting him away in this deep dark until you found the courage to feed him again, because your uncle was petrified along with being restricted in his ability to navigate the stairs with his lame leg.

So, he had learned to behave at the worst of times to keep food supplied, for you to stay wrapped up in him like this and so curious to challenge the extent of his self-restraint.

His kiss had grown full-bodied and restless and gone elsewhere on your body to a great expanse of skin. His face nuzzled into the fabric hiding your warmth from him, teeth tearing and fraying the threads that kept your clothes together until you stopped him.

“Stop—wait, wait, wait.” You walked back out of his arms once he was able to recognize the words. He reached for you despite the clattering bonds around his wrist, but you took your time to shuck the clothes from your body and fold them.

Once he had you back, he led you to the edge of the pool of endless depths and sank down inside of it. Your toes touched the very edge of darkness, stirring a rabble of butterflies in your gut that did not dissipate even once he resurfaced.

“Sit.” He gestured right at where you stood. “Sit down.”

The idea of having any part of your body submerged in the black water left you with little desire in continuing this, but you obeyed and slowly lowered your rear to the rim of the pool, legs speckled by goose pimples as the cold water gripped up to the inside of your thighs.

“Yes, good.” He was close enough to push your thighs wide apart and stick his tongue inside of you. You took in a great sucking breath, startled from the suddenness of it and the long, articulate appendage massaging a part of you in a way no one ever had before.

You leaned back on your arms when they weakened and shook from the sensations, eyes flicking towards the drab ceiling, wondering just how far under the living quarters of the lighthouse you actually were and whether granduncle would hear any lewd sounds that were beginning to hum in your throat.

“Keep going.” He said when you moaned, tongue retracted from your body to mimic the ministrations you made with your hand and fingers while you stroked yourself. “Keep doing it.”

He nudged your hand away to put his mouth over that stimulated spot instead, sucking and licking along you with such fervor that you dissolved into hard pants and whimpers, tempted to close your thighs around his head and push him away as the tight warmth inside of you flushed out with a kaleidoscopic burst of color and cool air following the trail of something slowly oozing out of you.

It took a second orgasm and chanting turned to cries to get him off of you. That brief respite ended when he took you by the waist and dragged you into the pool with him. By that point, you were too far spent to have anything but unshakeable indifference to the depths and the cold.

His kiss was as it had been before, rough and restless, forceful in a way that left you malleable and melting against him. Even when he had your front wedged between the rim of the pool and his chest, you couldn't bring yourself to react much.

You felt his thighs mold to the back of yours before the slim tip of his cock pushed into you, the girth of it thickening considerably at the base. The friction of the water wasn't an obstacle for him to fuck into you with greedy thrusts that threw your hips forward, knocking skin and bone against the wall of the pool.

“Oh, oh, oh, oh—” the ridges of his cock were an unusual feeling, catching your walls in spots, spreading you wider when he'd withdraw part way and plunge back inside. “Oh, shit—feels good. Harder. Harder. Harder!”

There was truly never any way to know how much he understood when you said it, something called into question when his thrusts slowed to a stop, but he stayed hard inside of you. For a moment, the water settled along with your heavy breaths and blood gushing through your ears.

Things slowly came back into focus—the dancing lantern light, the room temperature meat, the wicked water in which you were immersed to the waist while the rest of you was braced by him.

He shifted behind you, adjusting his thighs so yours went even wider. Before you could ask the things you wanted to, a new sensation stole your breath—the swollen head of a second cock, different in shape and size from the first, pushed into you and lay flush atop the other.

“Don't—don’t move.” You were struggling to do the same thing with such an enormous stretch you'd never had to accommodate before. Tension built in your throat, whether a sob or a scream or your own anxiety, and stayed there to cinch your voice into silence.

He soothed you with lips and teeth all over your flesh; the back of your neck, the cartilage of your ears and the underside of your jawbone. His large hands left the shelf of your hips and felt along your front side, nipples, chest, stomach, and groin where he tried to recreate the same pleasure on you now as you had done for yourself earlier.

“Good?” He nested his cocks deeper when he heard you moan. The pain of it was beginning to subside, but the strangeness of it remained. “Is it good?”

"Just—just don't hurt me.”

His hands were back on your hips to keep you seated on his thighs while he thrust into you. It wasn't as easy for him to move as it was before, perhaps realizing the limitations of a human companion, but continued in snappy pulses that made the water lap at the skin on your back and turned your thoughts into senseless, garbled things.

Soon enough, you were riding a sloppy, savage rhythm to which you had no control of whatsoever as he chased his end. In moments where he seemed to regress into a natural state, almost animalistic in the way he rutted into you and buried his cocks, one would slip out and go forgotten for a time. The length of it glided against your groin, a smooth motion underwater that prodded your sore spots before he was able to fit it back into place with the other.

Amid your luscious sounds were those of his own; labored, air-sucking rasps that rumbled from places more than just his throat. They were probably never meant to be heard above the surface of water, just as he didn't belong fucking a human while being chained to a wall.

You thought about that fact while the last thrusts he took seated his cocks so deep that you ached, hard surges of warmth flooding your insides in a way unexpectedly delightful. He clung to you with his arms and shackles even well after he had emptied himself in your body and retracted both cocks into their sheath.

After a while, he hoisted you out of the water and followed you to retrieve your clothes. He stopped short of the chains pulling in the wall, watching while you wiped away the remnants of him oozing down the backs of your thighs and redressed.

“Don't go.” He kissed you and let his cold lips linger over yours. “Stay here.”

You returned the affection as endlessly as he gave it, only thinking that sunrise would soon come to pull you apart.

a/n: not my best work, but hopefully passable. it's really helpful when y'all reblog, so please do so!!!

I don't really have any comments on this because I'm starting over from zero on the long-fic of the aquatic monster story bc I hated what I had lmao.

anyway, please keep in mind that is a concept piece. chances are that none of this will be present in the actual long-fic. this just helps me to explore ideas and familiarize myself with characters.

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Bold. (Yandere!Ghost x Plus Size!Reader.)

!CW! NSFW, Smut, Ghost being Jealous, p in v sex, unprotected sex, oral sex, overstimulation, yandere behavior (my bad if I missed any)

Summary: Reader makes friends with König and Ghost gets jealous.

This is a combination of requests. You can find them here here (also sorry it isn’t angsty but I had no other ideas 😭)

“Everyone, this is König. He’ll be working alongside all of you on missions.” Captain Price announces. You see the massive man. Eyes widening. He looked like he could squash terrorists like little bugs.

Ghost watches your face and rolls his eyes.

He quickly realizes König is going to be a problem.

Ghost had been interested in you since you joined the task force. Sometimes not always making the best judgement when it came to you. He spent a lot of time getting to know you. Not by talking to you of course, but by watching you. Sometimes he snuck into the showers when you were in there alone. He snuck into your room to watch you sleep. He hid in the shadows around base, seeing you interact with others. He seen the way you looked at yourself in the mirror and it drove him crazy. You thought so low of yourself and Ghost adored everything about you. He wanted to show you how beautiful you were. Whenever he seen you talking to the other guys, being too friendly. His blood would boil. He would get so angry he wanted to grab you and rip you away from them. You were his, his only. He’d need to make that known to König as soon as possible.

Over the course of the next couple weeks, you grew close to König. Trying to make him feel welcome. Talking to him, sitting on watch with him, eating meals with him. You spent so much time with him, it drove Ghost crazy.

Captain Price presented you with a mission, just you and Ghost. Ghost took this as a perfect opportunity, he needed to get closer to you. No matter what it took. He wasn’t one to sabotage missions, but he would if it meant he got to be alone with you. It was a simple mission. Infil for documents, exfil with said documents. A quick in and out mission, or so everyone thought. Ghost had already set up the perfect plan. He just needed it to fall into place. You were quiet on the way there. Nervous under Ghosts watchful stares. He seemed judgmental, that’s why you never interacted with him. Not wanting to annoy him. You didn’t know what he thought of you and didn’t want to find out the hard way that he didn’t like you. Truth be told, you liked Ghost. More than you’d like to admit. Ever since you joined the task force, you had your eyes on him. Stealing glances when he wasn’t looking.

Sometimes in the morning in the mess hall, before he had his vest on. If he stretched in the right way, he’d reveal his stomach. He was toned and you just knew under that uniform and mask he was incredibly attractive.

When you arrived, you and Ghost invaded the buildings. Clearing them out one by one. When you and Ghost separated, it was his opportunity. His plan needed to be perfect. He called to the pilot of the exfil chopper, telling them to go, there’s too many soldiers and they’d put him at risk. Captain Price called back, offered to send backup. Ghost replied by saying it wasn’t anything the both of you couldn’t handle, and to come back for the both of you the following morning. Captain Price thought nothing of it. This was Lieutenant Simon Riley for Christs sake, nothing he couldn’t handle. He wished the both of you luck, and to stay safe. Ghost watched the chopper rise into the air, and take off. Returning to fight and meet back up with you. His plan worked out perfectly. When the buildings were clear, and you had collected the documents, you were ready to walk back to the chopper. “Chopper left.” Ghost mumbles. “What?”

He shrugs. “I heard something about technical difficulties, said they’d come back for us first thing in the morning.” He says. You nod your head. “Oh… okay.” You sigh. It was dead silent and you began looking around for a room that didn’t consist of too many bodies or too much blood spattered around. Finding an upstairs room with a few beds. Deciding to stay in there. Ghost followed you and watched you the entire time. Admiring the way your body looked in your uniform. He wanted to drool, hear you moan his name. He was obsessed. For the next couple of hours, the both of you are sitting in silence. Waiting. Deciding to take a shot to fill the awkward silence, you start a conversation. Small talk at first. Asking him questions until he settles in and starts asking his own questions about you. There wasn’t really anything he could ask you that he didn’t already know, he hacked into anything and everything to know every single thing about you. He knew every single thing about you, down to your great great grandmother’s middle name and ethnic groups. He knew everything he needed to know, you were the perfect girl for him. The conversation gets deeper and eventually, you ask the big question.

“What’s your worst fear?”

And Ghost really hadn’t put too much thought into it. Really. These days it didn’t feel like there was too much Ghost was afraid of but there’s one thing that stuck out above all else. If something happened to you. Something strikes Ghost in that moment. His obsessive behavior, watching you from afar. Pining after you in silence. That somehow got washed up at the thought of losing you, flashes of you getting critically injured makes his heart hurt. He doesn’t like that question. “Um.. give me a minute to think. What’s yours?” He asks. You tilt your head back against the wall, thinking for a moment. “Being left alone I think.” You mumble. “Getting left behind, abandoned.” You mumble. Ghost nods his head. It’s now or never. He needed to come clean, tell you about his feelings. Night is approaching, and tomorrow he will regret it if he doesn’t open up to you. He adjusts the way he’s sitting. “I think my biggest fear is losing you.” He says, without missing a beat. You tilt your head in confusion. “What do you mean?” You ask. He sighs. “I’ve lost everyone I’ve ever known. Anytime I get close to anybody, they get ripped away from me.” He looks down at his gloved hands. They’re a curse, a curse that he should feel bad for wanting to put on you. “I like you, have for a long time.” His voice is deep. You swallow hard, unsure of the words that have just left his lips. “Is.. this some kind of joke?” You breathe, he looks at you in confusion. “Why would I joke about that?” He asks. “I’m.. me. And you’re you. You’re.. way out of my league.” You laugh, exasperated. Ghost stands up, walking toward you.

When he’s standing right in front of you, he crouches down. Lifting your chin up to look up at him. “Now why would you say something like that? You’re real beautiful.” He breathes. The way your shy, doe eyes look up at him, it’s got his blood pumping fast through his veins. Heart pounding in your chest. He lowers himself to his knees in front of you. “I can show you.” He breathes. He grasps the bottom of his mask, pulling the cloth up to the bridge of his nose. “Ghost, I have to be honest. I really like you too. I just didn’t know that.. I didn’t think that-“ he cuts you off by pressing his lips to yours. His lips are smooth and his stubble scratches your upper lip as he kisses you hard. He throws you a curveball and takes you completely off guard. He’s a really good kisser, really really good.

When he pulls away, your eyes are closed and he can tell you’re already in another world. Taken aback by him and his boldness. He grasps the zipper on his vest, unzipping it and pulling it off. You’re starting to come back to earth, shaking your head slightly. You hadn’t had too much experience with sex or intimacy. Sure you’d had sex before but it’s been a long damn time. The last time, it wasn’t good. He body shamed you and made you self conscious. You hadn’t thought about interacting with anyone in that way in a long time. He reached for your gear, helping you pull it off. When it comes to your shirt, you get real nervous. He can tell. “Ghost I-“ you pause. “I know. Relax for me.” He breathes. He pulls his black shirt off, passing it to you. “Put it on.” He breathes. You nod your head skeptically. Ghost turns his head, trying to make you comfortable as you take everything off to slide it on. His shirt is still a tiny bit baggy on you, offering cover to your thighs. “You don’t need to hide yourself from me, but I don’t want you to feel uncomfortable.” He leans into you, pushing you back finally, your back laying flush with the ground. He hovers over you. You have nothing on except for his shirt and he’s working at his cargo pants. Shoving them down his legs quickly. Not paying attention to where they end up. He leans down into you, his body feels amazing on yours, and Ghosts eyes roll back. Your skin is fucking soft, so soft. He kisses you with more passion than before.

He’s getting the girl, the girl he wanted.

Thank god he came clean before you walked right into König’s arms. The thought of you and König had him being slightly more rough than before but he knows to control it. He kisses your chin, than down your neck. He kisses over your chest through his shirt, down your stomach. Pushing the shirt up over your hips and you let your head rest back. Nervous. He quickly shows you that you have nothing to be worried about as he kisses the inside of your thigh, dragging his tongue over your mound, flicking up your clit. Your body flinches hard, a gasp leaving your lips. “Oh my god-“ you tilt your head back, clutching at the blankets beneath you. A fire lights inside of Ghost, hearing those sweet moans leaving your lips, at the hands, or rather the mouth of him. You’re clutching hard at the blankets and a burning flame grows inside of him. You’re fucking sexy. He can’t help but rut his hips into the ground beneath him as he flicks his tongue over you, flattening it and running it over your clit. Sending shivers up your body, legs shaking slightly. The moans that leave your lips are straight out of an adult film, if Ghost wasn’t already in love, he sure as hell was now.

He wants to fuck you, until your thighs are shaking and you can’t physically take anymore. That’s how he really wants to show you how pretty you are, but he knows that has to wait. You’re not ready for that side of him yet. He dips a finger into you, a gasp leaving your lips. He wraps his other hand around your thigh, pushing down on your tummy to hold you still. Cries leaves your lips in a sweet symphony, chanting his name like a love spell, he’s pulling you into him. Grasping the strings of your heart and tying them to his, in the perfect knot. He’s curling his fingers right into the sweet spot inside of you. Being sure not to move too quickly. He brings you to the edge of your orgasm quickly, and he can tell by how restless you are. Squirming under his tongue. He pulls away, smirking at the whimper that leaves your lips. You’re panting, the twirling in your lower stomach starts to fade away, the edge of your orgasm disappears. A mewl leaving your lips as he pumps his cock with his hand.

You were ready for him, wiggling your hips to move them closer to him. You tug at the bottom of the shirt, pulling it down. His intense stares are making you feel a little insecure. A deep laugh leaves his lips and he glides a hand up your thigh. “You don’t need to hide yourself from me.” He leans down, pushing the shirt up. He grasps a hold of your thighs, lifting your hips up and forcefully pulling you closer to him. His strength and the way he manhandles you has you blushing. Lining himself up with your entrance he leans into you further. “You’re so stunning.” He kisses the sides of your lips his warm breath hitting your ear as he speaks. “I’ll show you how pretty you are to me, no matter what it takes. I mean…” he trails off. One thrust and he’s plowing into you, a gasp leaving your lips. The sheer size of him has all of the air leaving your lungs. A groan leaves his lips. “Look how hard you’ve made me.” He let’s out a breathy groan. He slides himself out of you, thrusting back in a little harder than he intends.

He wants to take his time with you. Show you just what you mean to him. But the other part of him, the jealous, insecure part of him. Wants to claim you. Show König exactly who you belong to. He trails off, focusing hard as he stares into your eyes. Holding himself up with his hands. You stare back up at him, trying hard to watch him. He’s thrusting steadily into you, fucking into you with enough force that you can barely handle it. Moans leave your lips in strings and he had to keep back a smirk. The sound of skin slapping against skin and your moans are the only sounds in the room, something Simon could listen to all day and night. He’s letting out deep breaths of air, trying hard to keep his thrusts steady. Leaning down to attach his lips to yours again. His lips are intoxicating, the buzzing in your ears is too loud to bear. In just a few minutes he’s gotten your high built up. You clutch the blanket in a death grip. He slows his thrusts. “Want you to ride me.” He pants. Nerves getting the best of you immediately as he asks. “But- but I’m really heavy.” He rolls his eyes. “You’re not fuckin heavy.” He pulls out of you, drawing a gasp from your lips. “Even if you were heavy, I’d let you fucking crush me. Now get on top of me.” He lays back. You swallow hard, skeptically moving on top of him. You try to keep yourself up, not wanting to rest all of your weight on him, he notices immediately. He grasps your hips and pulls you down onto him. A groan leaving his lips. “That’s it, that’s my good girl.” He breathes. You lift your hips off of him, sliding back down. The new angle is a lot. Overwhelming and you’re overstimulated. You lean forward, beginning to bounce your hips into him. “Oh fuck-“ his hand slapping into the blanket to clutch it has butterflies forming in your stomach. “Fuck- such a good girl- good fuckin girl.” He groans. He lifts his hips into yours, the desperation getting the best of him. Your moans are getting louder and you’re right there. Right there on the edge. “Fuck- keep fucking me sweetheart.” He grits his teeth, the muscles in his neck clenching up, his adams apple bobbing with a hard gulp he takes.

“S-Simon. M’so close” you cry out. He relaxes his hips, laying still. Putting his hands behind his head. His eyes boring into you makes you nervous under his glare once again. “Fuck yourself on my cock sweetheart. M’close too.” He pants. His chest is rising and falling but he stays still, loving the way you blush as he stares at you. You rock your hips into his faster, resting your hands on his chest as you chase after that sweet high you want so badly. He lowers one of his hands, rubbing fast circles into your clit. A cry leaves your lips and he can feel your arousal soaking him as you finally reach your high, cumming around him with a mewl. He lets you ride out your high for a second before he’s pushing your hips up until you’re off of him, pumping his cock quickly. “Get on your knees for me.” You obey him immediately, panting as you come down from your own high. He stands up, hand pumping fast at his cock. “You want my cum sweetheart?” He bites his lip. You nod your head. “Open your mouth.” You once again obey him, and he loves how submissive you are. “Ah fuck I’m gonna cum-“ he growls. Gritting his teeth as he bucks his hips forward, coating your face and tongue in his cum. You swallow his cum, licking your lips. He’s panting hard, cock still standing at attention when he releases it. Coated in his thick cum. He breathes hard, passing you an extra blanket. You clean yourself up quickly, getting redressed as fast as possible. Something you were so used to. He chuckles at this. “Still insecure around me?” He mumbles, stopping you as you stepped into your pants. He steps on the center of them, forcing them back down your legs. “Looks like I didn’t do a good enough job hm?” He smiles. Wrapping a hand around your throat and pulling you in to kiss him. He lowers himself back down to the ground, pulling you with him.

“Sit on my face.” He breathes, pulling you to straddle him again. “What? No. I’m going to hurt you Simon.”

“You don’t hurt me, I promise. But if you really want to stop, you can. But I’d really like it if you tried it.” You look down. A sigh leaving your lips. “You promise I won’t hurt you? Or.. suffocate you?” He laughs. “No, unfortunately. Wouldn’t mind being suffocated by these pretty thighs, little temptress.” A slap on your backside has your hips jumping up, earning a groan from him as you grind up his cock. A laugh leaves his lips. “Cmon sweetheart. I’ll help guide you.” He grasps your hips, helping you move forward. When you’ve got your knees on either side of his head, you’re holding back again, earning a muffled laugh from him as he pulls down on your hips. You rest more of your body weight on him, moaning out when he starts to lap at your cunt with his tongue. Sucking and licking at your clit like it’s freezing ice cream on a hot day. He holds you down by your hips you tilt your head back with a moan, beginning to rock your hips forward. Simon can feel himself getting hard again already. Your moans fill the quiet room again, and even though they’re muffled, Simon still loves them. Feeling the stubble on his face start to scratch at your thighs pulls you close to another high pretty quickly. He lets go of your hips for a second, sliding his hands up your shirt to cup your breasts, giving them a slight squeeze, rolling your nipples between his fingers. The feeling of his tongue lapping at your clit and fingers on your nipples sends you into another orgasm, crying out as you cum, hips bucking. He holds you steady, lapping up your cum from your cunt. You start to squirm, trying to pull away, feeling him smile into you as he overstimulates you. When he lets you go finally, you slide off him, laying on your back. You’re panting hard. His shirt has ridden up on you and you don’t make a move to fix it. Body on display for him to see. He sits up, chuckling. “Such a good girl for me.”

After a few more minutes of laying like that, he helps you get dressed this time. He buttons your pants for you even, mumbling out a “if you feel insecure or make an attempt to hide yourself around me, I’m gonna melt your fucking brain with my cock or my tongue. You have no reason to feel that way around me.” He breathes, kissing you once more.

Once the both of you had returned to base, you still made attempts at being friends with König. Ghost was still very jealous of course, but you didn’t seem to spend as much time with König, and you went seeking out Ghost whenever you needed someone to talk to, or someone to make you feel good. Eventually, when Ghost made it official with you, you warmed up to him completely. Not shying away from him like you used to, and Ghost loved it.

#call of duty mw2 #soap mw2 #cod mw2 #ghost mw2 #captain john price #price mw2 #alejandro mw2 #captain price #johnny soap mactavish #mw2 smut #ghost x reader #simon riley imagine #simon riley smut #simon riley #simon ghost x reader #simon ghost riley #yandere ghost #yandere

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meowmeowriley · 20 days

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Bunny ghost anon again, with a slightly more normal but not really idea, where one of the things that tips Johnny off to Ghost’s species is the amount of greens he goes through. This is a man Johnny has found at 3am, shoveling arugula into his mouth from the bag. No salt, no oil, no dressing. And it’s happened more than once. You’d think a man as beefy as ghost would be an absolute carnivore, but Soap knows better than most that leaves can translate into the plumpest bunnies. So he goes on the ever-so-subtle mission of finding Ghost’s Favorite Leaf. Different lettuces, bok choy, spinach, watercress, parsley, cilantro, basil, blackberry, raspberry, mint, fennel. Ends up with a whole garden on base trying to keep his favorite rabbit well-fed.

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I love this so much, but I'm gonna approach it a bit differently.

Once Soap finds out Ghost is a bunny shifter he's initially shocked, and then appalled. He's seen Ghost eat. (How the hell he ignored the buck teeth, which should have been his first sign, he'll never know.) He's seen Ghost eat meat. That's not good for him. Wild rabbits have been known to eat meat when food is scarce, but that's when things are dire. No wonder the man was so lean.

That just wouldn't do. Soap made it his mission to correct Ghost's appalling diet. At the next meal, he found Ghost in the mess, a tray containing eggs and bacon in front of himself. He was about to dig in.

Soap swipes the tray away. Thump. Ghost is not pleased. "Sergeant. That's my breakfast."

"You're an herbivore."

"I'm hungry. Don't make me make it an order, give me back my food." Thump. Soap takes off running.

He runs into the kitchen, rips open the industrial fridge, and grabs a head of bok choy. He whips around to find Ghost bearing down on him, absolutely about to beat his ass, fist raised, and he thrusts the veg into Ghost's chest.

Ghost... examines the food... takes a bite... humms a bit... and backs down. Soap very nearly died, and damn was it worth it to see the softness overtake Ghosts features.

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Soap gives a list to Price, of all the things rabbits can eat, who gives it to medical, who puts in a request for the kitchen staff to start offering vegetarian options at every meal.

There's a garden on base after that. Soap tends to it. Sometimes finds his Lieutenant stealing from it.

"Hey, get out of my fucking garden!"

"I'll shit in your fucking garden!"

Which wouldn't actually be a problem, rabbit excrement makes excellent fertilizer. It's the principle of the matter.

#ghoap #ghostsoap #soapghost #john soap mactavish #fanfic #call of duty #modern warfare #simon ghost riley #rabbit shifter ghost #trans!ghost #shifter au #ask hoard #ask answered #ask

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vnards · 1 month

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Bear!Price: the after...

Price is barley able to get the door closed behind him before he spits in his hand and shoves it down in his pants. The pulsing of his cock was so distracting from his way back, thinking about you. Those soft hands.

Price begins to pump his cock at a steady pace. Just like he would fuck you. The shivers of pleasure run through him, your smell in his nose like ambrosia. “God, my good girl. Knowing who she belongs to.” A low sound grumbled through him, as he throws his head back in ecstasy. He felt like everything about you drew him mad.

The sight of you on your knees for him. That soft pink tongue poking out to tease the head of his cock. He knows your hands would be so soft as you stroke him.

As soft as they were on the river.

He pumps his cock a bit faster, the thought of those beautiful eyes looking up at him like you do. How blessed he would be to see those eyes feel with tears of pleasure.

Pleasure he caused.

He feels like a pervert thinking these things about you. He just couldn't help himself.

He wondered how sweet you would taste with his tongue in that pretty pussy. A meal waiting to be devoured. I bet you taste as good as you smell, baby girl. Price was salivating at the thought, his hand reaching back and claws punching out into the wall, mindlessly wishing to grab those soft curves of yours.

You'd make the prettiest sounds for him, he knows it. Knows how nicely you'll ask for him to fill you. Mark you. Mine. A bust of possessiveness tears through him at the thought of the coward that just left you there. Abandoned you.

I'll protect you so much better than he can, my pretty girl. Only mine.

John shifted his hands, adjusting the grip on his shaft to cup his balls, a slightly tighter feel. Just like that pussy. Another groan. My good girl would moan so pretty for me. John was lost to his primal desires, fur beginning to sprout from his arms. His grunts turned more into growls, more beast than man.

A man too desperate to stroke his cock before he even gets his shoes off. He should be ashamed how easy his control snaps when he's around you. When he's even thinking about you. When was the last time Price got so hung up over someone like this? Doesn’t matter. What matters is Price’s vow to feel you cum around him. For him. Giving your orgasm to him like the greedy man he is.

Fuck!

Price’s balls draw up without much warning, unable to deny himself of your pleasure, even in his fantasies. He ruts into his hands before a roar rips from him as he spurts out his load. There’s a nagging in the back of his head that his cum is going to waste-but the thought of putting it inside you, marking you, causes him to leak over even more.

John tumbles into the edges of his bliss, pulsing waves of pleasure lulling him into a comfort state, slouched against his front door. He swims in that space for an unknown amount of time until he’s finally can catch his breath. He leans back against the door for support, not caring about the load of laundry he's got to get done now, thinking of you. My pretty, pretty girl.

A pleased rumble grounds him.

I can't wait to see you again.

next part ->

#captain john price #john price #john price x you #bear!price #cod mw2 #price smut #john price smut #captain price smut

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happy74827 · 3 months

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Cool Rider

[Steve Rogers x Female!Reader]

Synopsis: When another date ends in disaster, and Steve shows up in an attempt to “cheer” you up, you’re instantly against everything. But it’s Steve, and you should know by now that he never takes no for an answer.

WC: 3859

Category: Fluff

A lot of people liked my other Steve fic, so I felt inclined to make another. This time with a lot more fluff (you’re welcome @summerrivera777777).

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Needless to say, you were shocked when you heard the roar of a motorcycle.

You didn’t do well with dates. In your 24 years of life, you had a total of one boyfriend, and he was the absolute worst. So, in the last six months, you have been avoiding all social activities like the plague and focusing solely on yourself and your future.

That meant that you had become very comfortable being a hermit and avoiding any and all contact with other human beings. You were happy that way.

So why was a man who looked like an absolute God sitting on a motorcycle at the front door of your house?

Well, because you broke that rule a week ago.

In all fairness, the man was cute. A nerdy, awkward kind of cute. And he was a gentleman. And you were lonely.

So, when he asked you for your number, you were too lonely to turn him down. You hadn’t expected him to call, and you certainly didn’t expect him to ask you out on a date. But you also didn't think you would have the willpower to say no.

So you accepted, and it turned out to be the biggest regret of your life. The “nerd” was actually a complete dick, and after 30 minutes, you just wanted to go home. But you couldn’t because he refused to pay for the meal, so you were stuck there with him.

The worst part of the night was when he got into his car and tried to follow you home. He kept insisting that he just wanted to be a good guy and make sure that you got home safely, but you were sure that he just wanted to see where you lived and probably get in a few gropes along the way.

Luckily, you were able to lose him about three blocks from your house. It was a good thing, too, because your phone had died a couple of blocks ago, and you were afraid that if you got caught by him, you wouldn't have a way to call for help.

The next day, you made an executive decision to stay the hell away from men, with the exception of a few nice, safe friends. That was how you ended up here, seven days later, hiding in your room and ignoring your doorbell.

The bell kept ringing, and you knew that whoever was out there wasn't going to go away anytime soon. Groaning, you threw your covers off of your body and stomped towards the front door.

You threw open the door, ready to rip someone a new one, when your angry speech caught in your throat.

Steve Rogers was standing on your front porch.

He was a friend from work, to simplify a very long story. You met him two years ago when you started at SHIELD. You were a tech genius, and you worked closely with the Avengers to keep their equipment running.

Steve was always sweet and funny. You had a lot in common and were very close. After a while, you started hanging out with him and his friends, Natasha, Sam, and Bucky. It was great.

As exceptions to men go, he was definitely a big one. He was a walking god, with the physique and the looks to prove it. And here he was, on your front porch, holding keys that belonged to the motorcycle parked out front.

You looked at the motorcycle, then back to Steve, before your face went blank.

"No."

"What?"

"No."

Steve cocked an eyebrow. A smile tugged at his lips as if he were amused. "No?"

"Nope. Whatever you're trying to sell, I'm not buying."

"Why would I be trying to sell you something? I’m not even selling anything."

"It’s an expression, Steve, Jesus." You said, throwing your hands up in exasperation. Steve might’ve been your best friend, but the guy was such a 90-year-old sometimes. "If you think that I'm going to get on that thing with you, you're wrong. It's death on two wheels."

His eyes widened in surprise, a laugh bubbling in his throat. He looked over his shoulder at the bike, then back to you.

"That's... a little dramatic, don't you think?"

"I'm serious, Steve. It's not happening. I don't trust that thing, and I'm not going to die in some freak accident."

He crossed his arms over his chest, the sleeves of his leather jacket tightening over his biceps. His smile didn't fade as he spoke, which only annoyed you more.

"It's not going to kill you. I’m quite insulted that you would think that I would put you in danger."

"You're an Avenger. You put me in danger just by existing."

His lips twitched, and you had the feeling that he was holding back a comment.

"Look," he said, leaning against the door frame. "You haven't come out with us in weeks, and I'm worried. It's not healthy to lock yourself in your house all the time. With the job we have, there's never a guarantee of tomorrow, and if I were you, I'd want to spend every day living it to the fullest."

His words caught you off guard. He was right. It had been almost two months since you had gone out with the group. You just couldn't find the motivation. You were content being at home, alone. You had gotten a little lax in your friendships, only going to work and coming straight home. And now, with the… issues… with your date, you just didn't have the heart to try again.

You could feel your resolve starting to crumble, but you tried to stay strong.

"That's a low blow, Rogers." You grumbled, crossing your arms over your chest. "But my answer is still no."

"You think that was a low blow?” He scoffed as he pushed himself away from the door and took a step forward.

He was so much taller than you, and his presence was overwhelming. With the added tightness of his clothing and the confidence in his eyes, it tricked your eyes into seeing him as bigger than he really was. He was big, of course, but right now, it felt like he was towering over you.

Your heart began to race, a flush spreading over your cheeks.

"You clearly never played football because if you did, you'd know that this was a real low blow."

Without warning, he grabbed you by the waist and threw you over his shoulder.

"Hey!" You squealed, slapping your hand against his lower back. He was wearing a black shirt and jeans, and you could see the muscles ripple in his back with every step that he took. "Put me down!"

"You're going to have fun today."

"Steve! Put me down right now! I swear to God if you don't-"

"You'll what?" He laughed, the deep rumble making your stomach flutter. "Punish me?"

You huffed as you pounded on his back with your fist. You weren't mad at him, really; you just didn't know how to respond.

Steve practically dragged you outside. You were sure that you looked ridiculous, but you were thankful that you lived far enough away from your neighbors for no one to witness this. When he finally set you down next to the motorcycle, you gave him a glare.

"You're an ass, Steve Rogers."

He gave you a smirk as he swung his leg over the bike, his leather jacket tightening around his arm as his muscles flexed. Personally, you hated leather, but the way it fit him...

"Steve, I’m not wearing the right clothes."

He was quiet as his eyes swept over you. You were wearing shorts and a tank top since it was the middle of summer and you were hot, but he was looking at you like you were covered head to toe in leather.

"We can go buy something and change in the bathroom or something."

He seemed to think for a moment before he gave a single nod.

"Sure."

He started the bike and motioned for you to get on behind him. Goddamn it, Steve.

Sighing, you swung your leg over the bike and wrapped your arms around his torso. It was an incredibly intimate position, with your body pressed up against his and your faces mere inches apart. For a moment, you didn’t even realize when he swung a helmet down in front of your face.

"Put this on, Scaredy-Cat."

"Shut up, I'm not scared. Just... concerned."

He raised an eyebrow at you, his smirk still ever-present. You rolled your eyes before slipping the helmet onto your head.

The engine rumbled beneath you, and Steve revved the engine a couple of times, laughing when you squeaked in surprise and gripped him tighter. You could feel the laughter in his chest, his muscles moving under your fingers.

"Hold on tight, princess. Wouldn't want you falling off."

"You're a dick."

"Language."

"I will push you off this bike."

Steve didn't say anything; he just pulled the kickstand up and eased the bike into drive.

You squealed when the bike began to move, tightening your hold on Steve and burying your face in his back. He didn’t seem to mind; he just chuckled and sped up a bit.

You tried not to scream as he maneuvered the bike through traffic, weaving in and out of cars. It was a terrifying experience, especially since you had the distinct impression that Steve was taking advantage of the situation and driving recklessly.

You felt the wind on your legs and the constant hair strands whipping into your face, but you refused to look up. The speed, the closeness of the cars, and the fact that there was nothing keeping you on the bike except for Steve made it impossible to even think about moving.

When Steve finally stopped the bike, you had your eyes closed tight, and your body pressed completely up against him. Your arms were wrapped around him so tightly he was surprised you could breathe.

He took a moment to enjoy the feeling before gently prying your hands off of him and stepping off the bike. He turned and reached out a hand for you, waiting patiently for you to move. When you didn’t, he moved back towards the bike and took the helmet off your head.

You were breathing hard, trying desperately not to show how scared you were.

"It wasn’t that bad."

You shot him a glare, which made him grin.

"Just... shut up."

He laughed and helped you off the bike, wrapping an arm around your shoulders and pulling you close. He was a gentleman, of course, and you couldn’t complain about the feeling of his hard body pressed up against yours, but the sudden closeness was a bit overwhelming.

"Ugh, I think I have whiplash."

"Liar," said Steve with another laugh, be dramatic. You liked it, admit it."

"Whatever, why are you even kidnapping me, anyways?"

"I told you. It's not healthy to sit in a dark room, alone, all day, every day."

"First, rude.” You said, giving him a nudge in the side. He let out a small sound, which made your eyes widen in surprise.

"Did that hurt you, oh Captain, my Captain?"

"It didn't hurt," he grumbled, rolling his eyes. "And second?"

"What?"

"First, rude," he mimicked in a high-pitched voice. "Second?"

"Oh! Yeah, why are we actually doing this?"

That’s when Steve paused. Your heart instantly dropped at his hesitation. Steve only hesitated for two reasons. The first reason would be if he were completely at a loss for words, and clearly, by his recent attitude, that wasn’t the case. So that left the second reason: because he knew something that he either didn’t want to tell you or something he wasn’t supposed to know.

With recent events, it wasn’t difficult to guess what was happening.

"Natasha told you, didn't she."

You were already pulling away from him, ready to go back home and hide in your bed for the rest of eternity, when he caught your wrist.

“Hey,” His voice was softer, and there was a hint of sadness in his eyes. “It doesn't matter. What matters is that you have a good time today, alright? So, forget about what happened, forget about what Natasha said, and just focus on having a good day. Okay?"

“I don’t want a pity date, Steve. It’s nice that you care and everything, but-”

"I'm not pity dating you." His voice was firm, and his face was hard, the complete opposite of the way it was just moments before.

"Then what do you call this? My actual date sucked, and I've been cooped up in my house, so you thought, 'Hey, why not take her out and show her a good time?'"

Steve let out a sigh and shook his head, his fingers loosening around your wrist. "No, no. That's not... I'm sorry."

The change in him was drastic. He seemed to shrink in on himself, and his head drooped like a kicked puppy.

"Steve,"

He lifted his head and looked at you, his baby-blue eyes filled with guilt.

"You have no idea how badly I want to punch that guy for treating you like that.” He spoke softly as if the words were only meant for him to hear. But, as the saying goes, the walls have ears, and the parking lot was pretty damn quiet. “But that's not what this is. You're my friend, and I hate to see you sad. I'm not here just because of a stupid date. I'm here because I care about you."

There was a pause, a heavy silence hanging between the two of you. He was looking at you expectantly, a pleading look in his eyes.

"I'm not going to make you talk about it if you don't want to."

"Okay,"

"And I'm not going to bring it up again unless you do.”

"Okay."

"And, I'm not going to ask you for anything in return, maybe a little more conversation, a smile, maybe a laugh, but other than that..."

A smile slowly crept onto your face. He had the uncanny ability to make everyone else smile, regardless of their mood, and he was the only one who could do it. It’s not that his jokes were particularly funny because they weren't, but it was the way he said them.

He was an awkward, nervous mess most of the time, but when he was confident when he was in his element, there was no stopping him.

"You sure you want to waste all your energy on me, old man?"

His lips twitched at the nickname, his eyes brightening. "For you, doll? Anything."

And there it was. That goddamn smile that made your heart skip a beat and butterflies erupt in your stomach. He was just too sweet, and it was completely unfair.

"Come on," he said, wrapping his arm around your shoulders and tugging you close. "Let's get you something nice."

You smiled as you walked next to him. As much as you hated the motorcycle ride, it was nice to spend some time with Steve. He parked outside a Target, and the two of you walked in, immediately making your way to the women's section.

You took charge almost immediately, going to the racks and picking out different things. Steve followed behind you, carrying your armfuls of clothes as you added more. You went through rack after rack, throwing the things that caught your eye into his arms.

After about the tenth outfit, you turned around and saw him standing there, his arms filled with clothing and a smile on his face. You ignored it or tried to, as you turned back around and went to another rack.

When you finally finished, you had an armful of outfits, and Steve was practically weighed down. He didn't seem to mind, though, and you had the feeling that he had enjoyed his role as a pack mule. When the shopping was done, you ran to the bathrooms and changed into the outfit while Steve waited outside.

A pullover hoodie and a pair of jeans, the closest thing that Target had to leather. Not exactly what you wanted, but it would work. When you stepped out of the stall, you found Steve sitting in one of the chairs, flipping through a magazine. Such a 90-year-old, again.

He looked up when he heard the door open, his eyes sweeping over your form.

"Where to now? The ditch?"

Steve rolled his eyes, a smile spreading across his lips. "You’re an avid book reader, right? What's the biggest bookstore in the area?"

"Are we going to Barnes and Noble or something?"

"If that's what's closest."

You paused, watching his expression. There was no sign of teasing, no hint that this was a joke.

"…Really? Barnes and Noble?"

"Is that an issue?"

The disbelief must have been written on your face because Steve gave a loud laugh, throwing his head back.

"Oh, come on. I can be spontaneous!"

"Sure," you mumbled, trying not to show how happy his statement had made you. He remembered a stupid fact about you that you had told him months ago. And he had stored it, not forgotten it.

You felt like you were in the twilight zone, but you weren't complaining.

Steve bought the outfit and threw the tags away, and the two of you got back on the motorcycle. It was easier, this time, with the knowledge that he had cared enough to listen to your ramblings. Maybe he cared enough to calm it.

You had your face buried in his back, not out of fear this time, but out of comfort. You couldn’t see him smile as he sped up, but you could feel it.

At Barnes and Noble, he sat and watched as you wandered the store, a smile on his face. He didn’t say anything, didn't pressure you into talking, didn’t even try to join in; he just sat and listened as you read him the summaries of the books. You didn’t even mean to; it just kind of happened.

One moment, you were looking through the books; the next, you were reading the synopsis out loud to Steve. He didn’t say anything, didn't make any indication that he was listening, but you could tell by the way his head would turn towards you when you spoke. And once again, Steve was your personal pack mule, carrying the books that you were interested in.

By the end of the night, he had an armful of books, a satisfied smile on his face, and you were laughing. You couldn’t remember the last time you had laughed this much, the last time you had felt so happy.

When you got home, the sky was dark, and the moon was high. Steve followed you inside and set the books down on the coffee table. He had refused to let you carry them, insisting that they would get ruined in your hands. You didn't bother fighting him on it and allowed him to carry them.

"Do you want a drink or anything? Something to eat?" It was obvious you were slightly nervous now, but Steve didn’t seem the notice… or even care at this point.

"No, thank you. I should probably be getting back."

"Oh." You paused, not really wanting him to leave, but you couldn’t ask him to stay. You were friends, that was it, and nothing more. "Okay, yeah."

"Well," he started, his fingers flexing by his side. "I'll see you soon, then?"

"Yeah," you said, giving him a smile. "See you soon, Steve."

He looked like he was going to say something else before he gave you a soft smile and walked out.

Once he was gone, you shut the door and let out a sigh. Today was perfect, and you hated yourself for it. You hated yourself for enjoying yourself, hated that you were able to push away all thoughts of him. It was like the universe was taunting you, dangling the perfect guy in front of your face, and you couldn’t have him.

"Why him, huh?"

"I can still hear you." Steve's voice echoed through the house despite his absence in it, and you internally groaned as you got up to stare out the window. Damn, his super hearing.

You pulled the blinds aside and watched as Steve got on his bike, his helmet still in his hands.

"Steve."

He paused, turning his head towards the house. He couldn’t hear what you were saying now that he was by his bike, not with the closed windows, but he could see the silhouette of your body against the curtains. You lifted it up in an instant, an invitation.

"Steve.” You repeated, and this time he heard it. Loud and clear.

"Yeah?"

"Did you really mean it? That this wasn’t a pity date?"

Steve paused for a moment, his lips slightly parted. After a moment, he rested his helmet on the handlebars and made his way back to you. He stopped inches from you, slightly bending down through the window.

A smile and a simple glimpse at your lips was his only answer. He looked back in your eyes, his expression soft, waiting. He was leaving it up to you, not wanting to push, not wanting to scare. He wanted it, but he wasn’t going to force it.

It was all the incentive that you needed.

You reached through the window and grabbed his jacket, pulling him forward and crashing your lips together. It was desperate and slightly awkward since you were halfway through the window, but neither of you seemed to care.

Steve reached forward and grabbed the side of the window, pushing it open even further and lifting you through. You let out a surprised squeak, which quickly turned into a moan as he pressed you up against the house.

His lips were warm and softer than you expected. You wrapped your arms around his neck, pulling him closer and deepening the kiss.

After a few moments, Steve pulled away, his forehead resting on yours and a smile on his face.

"Okay, this wasn't a pity date."

Steve let out a laugh, the breath puffing against your face.

"Good. Glad we established that."

"What was this, then? I've been told that Captain America wasn’t one to put out on the first date."

"Oh, yeah. Definitely not. I'm a gentleman."

"Then what's this, Steve? What was today?"

His arm tightened around you, and he pressed his lips against your forehead, taking a moment to gather his thoughts.

"Like I said, I can be spontaneous."

"Spontaneous," you mumbled, letting out a laugh.

"And," he continued, pressing a kiss to the tip of your nose. "It seems good girls like a little bad every now and then. You especially, given your choice of dates."

"So, is that what this is? Captain America showing me a good time?"

"No. This is Steve Rogers showing his girl a good time."

"Your girl, huh?"

"Yeah," he murmured, his lips inches from yours. "My girl."

And when his lips met yours again, all you could think about was the leather jacket, the motorcycle, and the promise of more.

And a whole lot more bad.

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love-fictional-ppl · 1 month

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Sugar Daddy!Lucifer

Inspired by this blurb

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Summary: Lucifer who likes to spoil your rotten

Pairings: Lucifer x fem!reader

Warnings: language, reader is feminine, drinking, Luci rich as hell, the word pregnant gets thrown once, lingerie, prolly sum other stuff

You consumed every thought in Lucifer’s head, most of which were sinful even for him

Every time he passed a store and saw something that reminded him of you, he had to buy it.

It started with him just bringing you random things you would point out in stores, weeks after

Then, he started gifting gifting you dresses and jewelry that probably costed him thousands of Grimm

Next he started taking you out to the nicest restaurants in the devildom, ordering drinks off menu, treating you to a full course meal with dessert

At one point you had tried to tell him it wasn’t necessary he do all this, but if anything he only seemed hurt by the idea that you would want him to stop

Honestly Lucifer took pride in the fact that almost everything you owned he bought.

Mammon’s jealous by how much money ur allowed to spend and get spoiled with

Lucifer couldn’t help but buy you several lingerie sets in red and black, he’ll rip them off you but it’s ok he’ll buy you more anyway it’s not his fault he’s in love with your pussy

You will never have to worry about money with this man. Oh no, your tv broke! Don’t worry, Luci will buy a new one. Oh no, you lost your fav heels! Luci will buy a new pair

Tbh idk which one of you is worse, Lucifer for financing your unnecessary wants or you for taking advantage of the situation, it’s ok tho bc ur both aware

I mean at least yk you don’t need to worry about working, nd hey, if he gets you pregnant atleast you know your financially token care of

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A/N: I was going to try to make this a bit longer but I didn’t know what to add😭😭 Not Proofread!

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There’s something abt anakin just licking fat stripes up and down readers body during sex that gets me. Like that man wants you COVERED in saliva and he’s right.

this post is 18+, minors dni.

real real real real REAL. oaugh he knows it's fucking gross, he knows there's something so primal and carnal about sinking his teeth into your flesh the same way he'd rip into a hunk of meat for dinner - the way his spit coats your skin like he's going to make you his next meal.

he loves watching it glisten on your skin, he loves looking at you under the light and seeing a shining trail of his spit- his spit, the stuff that pools under his tongue and coats his teeth and leaks into your mouth when he kisses you extra sloppy.

he does not keep his habits confined to your mouth/chest/core. what's the fun in that? no, he wants to taste- to mark every part of you, he'll lick around your ankles and bury his face against the column of your spine just to lave his saliva over it. your jawline is fair game, and he might bite into the soft undercurve of your belly if you're not careful.

he loves seeing it wet, and feeling it slick beneath his fingers as he paints it over you, but he also likes feeling it tacky. mostly dried but never gone, sticky and half-wet and something you'd wriggle away from if you weren't arching your back into the contact. glued to your skin, always there, always a part of you now.

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gamergirl-niffler · 5 months

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I could use some comforting, you know? Can I ask for Kyōjurō, Sanemi, Muzan and Gyutaro with a girlfriend who lost their sight in battle (for slayers - in the battle against Muzan; for demons - in the battle against demon slayers)

Ohhh sweetie! I did my best, I hope you'll like what I did!

Demon Slayer men & demons x blinded s/o

Sanemi

- Everyone sees Sanemi as a cold man. The one that doesn't really care about anyone else, but he does care about you.

- This soft side is a secret, available only for you (and his little brother, sometimes) to witness.

- He visits you every day if he only can. When he needs to leave for more than a day, he not only informs you, but also asks (better word would be orders) Genya to visit you to 'fill in' for him.

- When he is with you, Sanemi is a completely different man. He isn't the same Shinazugawa that everyone knows.

- Sanemi can of course help you around. He is cleaning and cooking for you, making sure you are as comfortable as possible.

- His favorite part is when the two of you sit on the egawa and enjoy the beautiful day.

- This can't be more perfect. He is holding you close in a tight embrace while talking.

- Sanemi loves you deeply, but there is one thing he will never tell you. He blames himself for your sight loss, it's his fault your beautiful eyes lost the shine and color because he wasn't there to protect you.

- You always seem to feel when he slips into those thoughts. Your one hand grabs his while the other moves back into his hair.

- Your touch brings him back to the right place. You are still with him. That's the most important.

- He is going to fucking rip apart the demon that did this to you.

Kyojuro

- Kyojuro is a good and affectional man.

- He remembers his dear mother and how much help she needed, so he is here to deliver and assist you.

- Similar to Sanemi, he visits you with Senjuro or asks him to visit you whenever he himself isn't available.

- Every day Kyojuro is taking you for a walk, describing what he sees. Whenever he sees a dog or cat, he calls them over just so you can pet them.

- He loves to eat with you. Kyo is sitting close when the two of you enjoy the meal, talking about all the flavors.

- Kyojuro isn't feeding you. You aren't a child, you can eat on your own, BUT he is there just in case.

- Since losing your sight, you cannot enjoy a good book. Thankfully, your sweet boyfriend is there. Kyojuro finds a comfortable spot for the two of you to sit and then starts to read for you.

- Of course it's not just reading, he is doing the best job possible. He is even making funny voices if needed.

- When you doze off on his shoulder, he chuckles softly. After putting the book away, he moves you to your bed.

- Kyojuro tucks you in and stays by your side, just in case you suddenly wake up. He doesn't want you to feel sad and/or scared when he isn't next to you.

- Revenge isn't a good thing, but Kyojuro will deliver it to the demon that harmed you.

Gyutaro

- He is angry.

- Some pathetic slayer dared to put his filthy hands on his beloved.

- Because of the cursed blade slayers carry around, you cannot heal.

- How could they hurt his treasure!

- Gyutaro in some way sees it in a good way - with your eyes gone, you don't need to look at his ugly body. He even tells you this at some point

- You scold him for this.

- You are so precious to him that you aren't allowed to leave his side.

- Of course Gyutaro is taking care of you as much as he needs to.

- While hunting, he shares his food with you.

- He doesn't want you to starve, and he is hoping that once you get strong enough, you'll be able to regenerate or change your body to regain your sight.

- Gyutaro isn't into cuddles, but things like this... But for you, he is ready to do this, just to make you happy.

- While he cuddles you, he is telling you everything he loves about you, and you do the same for him, making him groan.

- He makes sure that the slayer who crippled you is eaten by you and him.

Muzan

- The Demon King is furious!

- Slayer who dared to deprive you of your sight did not live to see another sunrise.

- He just gained one more reason to get rid of the slayers. No one cripples his beloved.

- Upper Moons as well as other pathetic demons are sent out to hunt down each member of the corps. He will feed them all to you!

- You are his special demon with even more special treatment.

- Your Demon King loves to cuddle you and keep you close. Afterall you are his treasure, he doesn't want to ever let you go, especially now.

- No Demon is allowed to disrespect you or look down on you. It means death.

- Muzan makes sure you never go hungry. How could he?

- He is working on his research, and you are there, listening to his voice and adding your own thoughts or ideas.

- Behind your back, he is working on a way to bring your sight back. He is ready to do everything he can to help you.

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