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delirious-donna · 8 months

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Atta Girl [Toji Fushiguro]

Toji has a debt to collect and you just happen to be along for the ride as his new partner. He has no need for a partner, not unless you plan on putting that smartass mouth to better use?

pairing: Toji Fushiguro x female reader

warnings: face fucking, mean Toji, light asphyxiation, rough blowjob, light degradation, mentions of blood on clothes, implied violence (not detailed and reader is not harmed in any way), cum swallowing, if this looks familiar it's a touched up version of something I wrote last year!

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You didn’t think you could possibly miss the bickering of earlier, the yells of indignation at your mere presence, but it was far more preferable to the heavy silence of right now. Oppressive and sinister, even your measured breathing sounded deafening to your ears.

Toji Fushiguro regarded you with the dead eyes of a merciless killer, devoid of emotion and not even a smirk present on his scarred lips, it was terrifying.

Of course, you had been unlucky enough to be partnered with the one man famed for being a lone wolf. A man that had grumbled and downright growled at you like an animal whilst you had both sat idling in the car. His chin rested against his broad palm, elbow braced on the sill of the door and he refused to meet your eye, not that you were trying particularly hard.

“Who the fuck said I needed any help? Stupid motherfuckers sending me some shitty piece of ass as backup… the fuck I need backup for?”

You hadn’t known which part to be more offended by; the insinuation that you couldn’t hold your own or the comment about you being a piece of ass. Pointing out that two were better than one had fallen on deaf ears, riling you to the point that insults were hurled like bladed weapons between the two of you.

With the air conditioning cranked to the max in a poor attempt to lower the temperature from your heated exchange, you swept your gaze over the infamous debt collector. Known for never losing a mark, always retrieving the goods and often in the most gruesome of ways, it was impossible to deny that he was hot. You never could hide your feelings and even as fucking pissed as you were at him, it was still been more than evident that you were interested.

Toji was exactly your type, and that was the biggest problem because you had a thing for assholes. The type of man that would only ever call you things like “sweetheart” or “darling” for the sole purpose of avoiding the possibility of uttering the wrong name or worse, forgetting it altogether.

Men that wanted one thing, and it wasn’t like you were some innocent flower, but it’d be nice to be held once in a while after having your cunt split open and your make-up ruined by the steady flow of tears.

A basic white tee stretched taut across his upper torso and it only highlighted how strong Toji was, the cotton did very little to hide the definition of his chest and the cut of his strong abdominals. What might it be like to have the chance to ride those tawny abs? Thick veins ran the length of his forearms, curving over the bulge of his biceps and his hands looked like they could crush a windpipe with little effort.

Why did he have to be so fucking attractive? Why were you thinking with your pussy and not your brain? The man that you had known for all of five minutes had insulted you more times than you could draw breath, yet here you were, wet and horny.

Perhaps this was the reason your judgement lapsed. Too fogged by lust and decadent fantasies to see the ambush, and it had almost cost you your life. A job that had meant to be a cakewalk turned into a shoot out and honestly, it would have been your own fault if the worst had happened.

You were thankful that Toji had been there, that he had even bothered to shield you from the brunt of the attack and struck back with such deadly precision and fervour that you would swear he had otherworldly powers.

A choked thank you caught fast in your throat, wary of how icy his expression was whilst you took in the white tee that was now caked in drying blood and worse. A streak of crimson ran the length of his face and you wondered if he had been hurt and you simply hadn’t noticed in the carnage of the moment.

You reached out to cup his face, an instinct to care for him burning you alive but he caught your wrist before you could touch his cheek. Tough callouses rubbed at your soft skin, the roughened texture a stark contrast and one you enjoyed more than you were willing to admit.

“What the hell are ya playing at?” he yelled, forcing a meek squeak from your mouth as you jerked back from being grabbed and how angry he sounded at you.

“You’re hurt. I was…” your voice trailed away under the scrutiny of his cold, penetrating stare. A vein throbbed in the side of his thick neck and you watched it, unable to maintain eye contact with him. You were wilting faster than a flower caught in a heatwave.

“Where’s your shitty attitude gone, huh? Lost your bark now that I had to save your sorry ass? Told ya I didn’t need a goddamn partner. Nothing but fuckin’ trouble.”

Toji tossed your captured hand back into your lap, ripping down the sun visor to stare at his bloody reflection in the mirror with a heavy frown. You watched him covertly, or so you hoped. It was wrong to continue finding him sexy, especially dripping in blood but it only fed that primitive image you liked so very much. It suited him to look so dangerous and capable of violence at the drop of a hat. It kept you on your toes, never daring to find his presence comforting for fear that would be the moment he finally struck.

“I know ya like whatcha see, princess, keep staring and imma do something ‘bout it,” Toji threatened, fixing his gaze on you through the reflective surface of the mirror.

You squirmed. You blushed. You felt downright stupid. Embarrassment burned in your chest, turned you petulant once more and your sassy tongue returned with a bow.

“Yeah right. Like I’m interested in a slick motherfucker that has no respect for anyone. I’d rather suck on a cactus!”

Toji was a hair’s breadth away from snapping. There you went running that fucking mouth again. The mouth that had done nothing but snark since he had picked you up earlier that morning. It didn’t matter that it was an attractive mouth, plump lips that would look even better kiss swollen and a tongue that he would like to tangle with. None of that mattered when you couldn’t hold your own just like he had predicted.

Venom laced his every movement, acid burning in his veins as he raked your body without a care in the world for masking his action. You were pretty, a firecracker personified and he wanted to show you how he shut up little girls like you.

He had wanted to fuck the brat out of you since the moment he had laid eyes upon you. He was still pissed at being told he had to have a partner on this job but perhaps taking you would be the reward for swallowing that bitter pill.

Having to actively protect someone other than himself, and with no monetary reimbursement on top of it, he was beyond pissed and you’d know about it soon enough.

Toji moved faster than you could possibly comprehend in your tiny mind, a bloodied hand wrapping around the slender column of your throat. Thick fingers squeezed down, your supply of air drastically reduced until you are gasping and choking.

His free hand worked at his belt, never taking his penetrating stare away from your flustered face. Toji smirked in the knowledge that he was indeed correct, you were a slut for this kind of rough treatment. Cheeks warm, eyes glossy and rather than clawing at his hand for freedom, you were clinging to him with a heaving chest. Every inhale a struggle that parted your lips further and further.

“Not so fucking chatty now, are ya? I’ve got an even better idea of how to keep that mouth from spouting venom,” he hissed at you.

Your eyes grew impossibly wide as Toji’s girthy beast of a cock slapped against his abs, shirt pushed up whilst he worked on freeing himself. The tip was a deep angry scarlet, weeping thick pearls of silvery precum. A prominent mushroom head with a ridge that made your mouth salivate and twin stark veins running the length of the underside of his shaft.

He pumped it almost lazily whilst his hold on your throat relaxed, his hand moving to the back of your head and you found that you were inching closer and closer to his pussy ruining dick. The mere thought of that monster forcing your walls apart was enough for a slutty moan to roll past your lips, much to his amusement.

“That’s better. Knew ya were a filthy little thing, now then. Suck it good and I’ll consider fucking ya like you want.”

There was no second given to contemplate his request, not a chance at being able to brace yourself for what was to come. Your lips barely parted in time for his sticky tip to slip past.

Groaning at the heavy, musky taste of his skin and mingling arousal, you lapped at him like an eager little kitten. His grip shifted to trap your hair around his fist, giving an experimental tug that lifted you momentarily and caused you to whine in protest. Toji’s dark laughter rumbled through his chest, pushing you back down and forcing more of his cock between your lips.

Toji let his head fall back for a moment, the relief of your wet and wanton mouth cooling the very worst of his fiery temper. You really were very cute, sucking on his tip like it’s the first cock you’ve ever sucked and he couldn’t help himself from lifting his hips to push further into your mouth.

Your squirming lower half crouched on the passenger seat wiggled from side to side and he knew exactly what was on your mind, but first, you’d have to earn it. There was never a chance of reward without hard work.

Reclining his seat, Toji hummed at the sensation of your tongue exploring and learning his length. Your tongue flattened wide to run up and down his length before switching to a speared point to flick into the weeping slit and lave around the ridge of his cockhead.

You’re good, almost too good. He groans deep in his throat when your cheeks suction further and those wide eyes blink up into his face. You’d be fucking smiling if you could and that only made him grit his teeth in irritation, grinding down on his molars.

“Think you're such a clever cocktease, dontcha? This ain't your first cock but I bet it's the first that'll ruin ya like ya really want.”

With those words, Toji tightened his grip around your hair. His free hand pinched into your cheeks to halt the rhythmic bobbing of your head. Terrified eyes snapped to his face and he only smiles, that cold deadly mask back in place and the stretch of his scarred lips turns your blood icy.

His hips snapped upward, fucking into your mouth and forcing his fat cock deep into your throat to bully past the soft tissue at the back of your mouth. You gag around him, not a hint of oxygen getting past the blockage that is his dick. Air rushes through your nose and for a second you worried he’d pinch it shut, but it doesn't come.

Falling back with a roll of his head along his shoulders, those sinfully dark eyes watched the thick viscous strands of saliva and arousal drip from your mouth with nothing but amusement on his face. There is only a second of reprieve to let you cough and swallow down air desperately before Toji plunged back into you. Spit bubbled at the corners of your lips, drooling slowly towards your chin and he wiped a finger through the mess to press into his mouth with a hum of satisfaction.

His pace was punishing and you knew it would be the same if he were fucking your drooling cunt. Every stroke deepens until your nose is pressed right against his stomach, the muscles contracting wildly and the coarse hairs of his pelvis scratched at your face. He held you there and you clawed at his thick muscular thighs, begging for release but also knowing that he was close to release.

With cock twitching, a groan of pleasure sounded from his chest and the first waves of his sticky cum shot down your abused throat. Toji drew his hips back with a hiss, slapping his sensitive cock atop your pink tongue and painting it white. His bloodied hand pumped his shaft, milking it clean of everything he had whilst you could only blink through heavy tears and try not to swallow it before he finished.

Toji admired the sea of cum upon your tongue, your flushed cheeks and tears sliding down along with ruined mascara. He liked you just like this, preferred you silent with his load in your mouth. Maybe he would keep you, you’d be a real treat to break completely.

“Atta girl, swallow it all and c’mere. I’ve got plans for you…”

#delirious writes #toji smut #toji fushiguro smut #toji fushiguro #toji x reader #jujutsu kaisen x reader #jujutsu kaisen smut #jjk smut

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sugawhaaa · 2 months

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Soul x reader

At p1ece

{SOUL VER}

💋Pairing:: bf! Soul x keehos sister

💫Genre::fluffest fluff to ever fluff. Like I'm actually giggling and kicking my feet rn

💋Summary:: your keehos little sister and recently you started dating shota. It's not that Keeho doesn't approve of your relationship he's just a little protective.

💫A/N:: If you're not Korean just pretend that your keehos adopted sister and that's why he's so protective. If you are Korean he's protective because...he is idk LOL

💋Word count:: 850

💫Warnings:: none(?)

It was late in the night and you were scrolling through your phone. Suddenly you got a message from soul.

Bae: why u still awake (°3°)

You chuckled and opened the message.

You: I could ask you the same thing

You replied and instantly you saw three dots pop up on your screen.

Bae: smh

Bae: thinking bout you //^-^//

You liked his message and looked at your brother on the other side of your room. Fast asleep in his bed.

You: Wyd rn?

You wanted to sneak into his room but you needed to make sure he was okay with it first.

Bae: sitting in bed (,,°•°,,)

You: can I join you :3

You hesitantly sent it to him. Your heart raced as you waited for him to reply.

Bae: doors unlocked :3

You crawled out of your bed and snuck past your brother to the door. You carefully opened it and crept out into the dark dorms. You looked across the hall to see Soul's door open a Crack. You grinned and went over to it, carefully opening it. He looked up at you and smiled, waving for you to come inside. You shut the door and hopped on the bed. He had his switch in his hand.

"I was wondering if you wanted to play animal crossing with me?" He chuckled as he opened the console. You smiled. Playing animal crossing with him was as comforting as being in your nice warm bed after a long day. You brushed back his hair with a smile.

"You know me too well," you said as you put your head on his shoulder as he opened the game. The loading screen illuminates your faces. You strummed your hands through his blonde and blue hair like a harp as the clicking on the buttons echoed throughout the room. His plushies made a nice throne for the two of you as you snuggled against him. You could hear his heart beating softly as you put your head on his chest. Your hand rested on his stomach and you moved your hand up and down slowly. "You're growing a lot of muscle here," you teased and pinched his abs playfully. He giggled with his fang teeth poking out, his cheeks turning pink.

"Break dancing really improves your muscles," he explains as he continues to play his game, your hand under his tank top. "I don't work out hardly ever, it's just dancing tones your body," he smiled softly.

"I see. That makes sense though," you say as you watch him change his character's outfit.

"I see you're growing in certain areas too," he teased as he looked at your revealed chest. Your tank top hung low and was tight-fitted. He kissed your neck softly.

"Perv," you said as you hit him playfully. He laughed before you heard footsteps in the hallway. You covered his lips and he blushed, his heart skipping a beat. Your body was pressed right against his and the feeling was so overwhelming to him. If he was in an anime his nose would be bleeding and hearts would flutter from his head. The footsteps went back into their room before the door shut. The two of you sighed simultaneously before chuckling. You snuggled back down into the bed sheets and wrapped your arms around him.

"I think I'm gonna try to sleep now," you hummed as you closed your eyes.

"Oh do you want me to turn the switch off so it's less bright?" Shota said as he turned down the brightness manually. You shook your head.

"No, it's okay. Watching you play is calming," you explained as you cracked your eyes open to watch him play.

"Okay baby," he said as he patted your head. You blushed and grinned cheekily.

You sigh and melt into his arms "I always feel at peace with you…"

°☆° next morning °☆°

"Why were you in Soul's room last night?" Keeho confronted you as you made coffee.

"Huh?" You said tiredly as you poured your coffee into a Pikachu mug.

"This morning you weren't in your bed and you and Shota came out of his room. Also this," Keeho stated before pulling out his phone. He showed you a photo that Soul took last night. You were asleep on him and he took a selfie and put text over it saying "Got your sis in my lap :p" you blushed and noticed in the photo there was a little mark where Soul had kissed you. You covered your neck and blushed.

"Soul!" You shouted as he crawled out of the bathroom. He made a little hum noise as he came over to you. "First of all, that's a very nice photo you should send that to me," you said as you gestured to the photo Keeho held up on his phone. "Secondly…" you said before your voice went to a whisper in Soul's ear. "You could've told me that the "kiss" you gave me was a hickey!" You whisper yelled and Soul just shrugged poking his tongue out. "You're lucky you're cute,"

#p1h theo #p1harmony fluff #p1h layouts #p1h icons #p1harmony #p1h soul #p1h fluff #piwon x reader #piwon fluff #piwon #p1h x reader #p1h fanart #p1h imagines

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hellavile · 2 years

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angel. sanemi.

⨳ cw: fem!reader, lowercase intended, black coded, breeding kink, reader gets folded like a pretzel, sanemi’s kind of an asshole?, overstim, mild degrading, pregnancy talk, drabble.

it’s so indecent the position he has you in currently. tummy folded, knees by your shoulders with his hot, clammy hands holding them down with all his strength. driving his cock deep into your pretty pussy, hips clashing hard, so hard you swear his skin could become one with your own. it’s hot. the room itself. your body is sweltering beneath him, not a window open, no air on. just on your back getting fucked into a squeaky mattress in your boyfriend’s dark apartment.

“it’s so deep in your pussy,” sanemi chokes, his bare chest coated lightly with his own sweat, rolling down the crevices of his chiseled abs. he looks so handsome above you. you’re surprised you can scan for a feature at all considering your eyes have been crossed for the past three minutes. it’s impossible to cough out an ounce of vocabulary. he feels so good. it’s intoxicating.

“you’re so disgusting,” he’ll call you out next, a habit of his. jaw clenching as the whites of his hair sticks to his forehead, thick voice rumbling in his throat as your cunt squeezes his dick, making it somewhat difficult to pull in and out. your lips aren’t meeting, mouth agape and tongue dry for too long now. you moan from his insult. “every word i say has your pussy clenching my dick tight.”

and he’s right. how could it not? he talks to you so well that your body’s reactions are heightened. finally, you focus your sight, which instantly becomes a problem again because it falls on his arms. the way they flex, the multiple scars scattered along his biceps and forearms. it makes you dizzy all over, whimpering and losing yourself. sanemi clenches his jaw with frustration, halting his waist.

“you’re going dumb,” now he’s dragging you further into him, sitting up fully on his knees and bear hugging your thighs to his chest. he’s deeper this time, and you can’t help but outstretch your arms above you, arching your back and submitting to him completely. “now how’s that any fun for me? you know i don’t like my angel silent.”

“ ‘nemi, please !” your sniffles are . . . cute, to say the least. it’s really funny how you’re trying to act innocent right now when it’s your fault you’re in this predicament to begin with. he was fine with coming home after a nice date at the park with your daughter. but you shifted the mood after putting the three year old to bed. catching an unnecessary attitude with him and he doesn’t fuck with a bitchy woman. you know better than that. so, lessons needed to be learned.

“let me take what i fucking want,” he growls maliciously, like a hungry, unhinged animal. pounding his cock into your puffy, swollen cunny. it’s been about thirty minutes since your little outburst in the bathroom. complaining that you wanted another baby and sanemi telling you that one child was enough. but you’re so fucking persistent on what you want it drives the man to insanity. “wanted me to breed you again, is that right? that’ll satisfy you, huh? putting another baby in your tummy?”

you hiccup, nodding your head. “mhm hmm.”

“that’s why you were acting out earlier. seeing that woman at the park with the bloated belly made you miss it. my poor girl.”

this was torture. he was playing with you. it’s not fair that you’ve orgasmed twice yet he’s holding back so much from you. the main objective, and what you wanted so badly in your womb right fucking now. your limbs are tired and you’re ready to throw another fit in a minute if he didn’t give you his cum. such a simple task he’s making extremely difficult. sanemi splits your thighs apart to slot himself back in between, chest to yours, applying all of his weight. you weakly raise your right hand to rake through his scalp, tugging and rotating your hips beneath him, desperately pleading for him to move. you seal him to you with your legs locking on the backs of his, making sure he doesn’t escape. he grins at your plan.

“sanemi. do it. please hurry! i need it!”

you’re on the verge of breaking down. he’s trying not to give in too fast, but at this point it’s been long enough. he’s sleepy, and you’re getting rapid. sanemi puts most of his weight into his right forearm, using that as leverage along with his knees to slide his dick halfway out of you, only leaving the tip kissing your hole, stays there for a second before saying, “act like you deserve it. beg me.”

and if there’s anything sanemi’s angel knows how to do? it’s fucking beg. curling up into him and humping him like you’re feral. “please baby, wanna be full. fuck your cum into me. wanna have another baby. i wanna be pregnant again! i need your cum. please. please. please. i’ll do anything, fuck please?!”

only then is he satisfied. filthy angel.

“enough,” sanemi sinks your knees back into the bed, sheathing his cock back inside, only needing a few more pumps before he’s spilling inside just like you planned. you’re keening as he kisses you, wet and nasty with so much tongue. your body jolts in his captivity when he raises and slams his hips into yours, getting rougher and faster every passing second. “shut up and lemme get you pregnant.”

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catapparently · 3 days

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Kaz Brekker Headcanons

Cat entering her hc era thanks to my maid of honor @x-liv25 . Please go read her TIG headcanons!

MASTERLIST

Kaz once said "you shouldn't make friends with crows," "why not?" "they don't have any manners." I headcanon that he tried to feed a crow and actually be nice to it but it bit him so now he forever holds the grudge

He has a stack of makeup in his desk drawer in case he needs to change his face up a bit for a job and he's excellent at it

At some point, when he was still struggling with finding a job after Jordie's death, he stole someone's purse and found bronzer/contour that he used to draw himself abs to look strong and "hirable".

He doesn't mind touching animals without his gloves

He realized that when he tried to save an abandoned kitten in the rain when he was younger

He felt bad for it because it reminded him of him and Jordie

He saw it as a debt-ish to Jordie to save the kitten

It once brought Kaz a mouse as a gift and Kaz genuinely appreciated the gesture

Kaz POV: "What a distinguished gentleman who knows I'm worthy of great gifts and appreciation"

Kaz knew he couldn't really keep a cat in his line of work, it'd be a weakness, so when it was old enough, he snuck it into Pekka's office and watched the vicious little feline tear Pekka's stuff to shreds

"A cat after my own heart"

When Kaz got the Dregs tattoo, he didn't want the artist to touch him, so he tattooed the logo himself. It was a bit shaky but then he hired a Tailor to fix the edges without touching him

Alternative solution to the bad edges: He fixes them up with stolen foundation whenever he isn't wearing long sleeves or something that would cover it up.

They day he first saw Inej and she snuck up on him, he had a panic attack but hid it well

At this point in his life, he was used to being in control, to knowing everything. Having Inej sneak up on him (and knowing that she could have potentially killed him without him having time to retaliate had she been trained) freaked him out. He felt weak, Kaz Rietveld again.

Kaz spends half an hour every other day locked in his office without his gloves, lathering his hands in hand cream.

Whenever he'd grab someone by the collar or any form of violence with contact, the last thing the victim could think about is why his hands smell nice. Nobody ever lived to tell the tale.

He's a sucker for a good chocolate cake.

He absolutely HATES ice cream. It makes too much of a sticky gooey mess for him.

He also probably has a sensitive throat so he doesn't really eat cold/frozen stuff or drinks

Once he made a deal with Nina which resulted in him going to a café to buy her a pumpkin spice latte. Once he sniffed Nina's, he quickly bought another one for himself and chugged it before he could get back. Obviously he did that in a dark alleyway so that nobody could see him and use it as blackmail.

Once he used (obviously stolen) paint to decorate his very own set of cards.

He then made another elaborate plan of his and managed to auction them off for a grotesque amount of kruge.

Probably forged DeKappel's signature on the back of each with perfect precision

For those that forgot, DeKappel is some famous painter in the series. Kaz stole a DeKappel oil painting from Van Eck.

Help I didn't realize how fun HCs were, I could make a thousand of these

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issacballsac · 8 months

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“Being Apart of The Sk8 Crew„

Just rewatched Sk8 the infinity and now I wish I had friends so ! Gn reader

Joe | “I wanna marry your abs!”

Y’all would meet your first time at S

Obviously you’d be amazed by his skating and even if u don’t like men he’s hot as hell bro don’t lie

One of two things happens

You A. Run up to him and ask abt his skating techniques and such

Or B. He actually walks up to you to talk about your skating(only if ur good ofc💀)

He’s such a dad

If you’re younger than him he’s constantly trying to sound smart/give you wisdom

Sometimes it’s solid advice the other times it’s pure nonsense

If you like to cook/want to learn he’ll happily teach you

If not he’ll settle for a new taste tester

He would def make jokes all the time

Some genuinely funny

He expects you to laugh at all of them even if it wasn’t funny

He’d appreciate it if you didn’t cock block him like everyone else

Despite being quick to take off his shirt he’s very fashionable and takes pride in his looks obviously

If you ever needed fashion advice best go to him!

He’s a pretty laid back guy so you wouldn’t get into arguments often

Would love to skate everywhere but he’s like…got a job and responsibilities so..

Still a great dad friend to have

Honestly would care and worry over you if you got into some dumb shit so don’t do anything stupid and he won’t worry

Joe for the win🗣️‼️

Cherry/Kaoru | A.I. Advancement

You’d meet when he paid a visit to Joe’s restaurant

Ofc you knew of him bc he’s popular but you never MET Kaoru

You def walked in on their date arguing

It was so awkward u were jus like:🧍‍♂️

“Is this a bad time time to visit you?”

“Hey! Kaoru this is [ ], the kid I was talking about.”

“What a peculiar child to willingly hang around you.”

“Whatever you say, Pinky.”

He’s kinda weird with his whole AI stuff but other than that a great friend

Makes snarky comments with you

Unless ur too nice to make snide remarks

Constantly complains abt the angle of your turns

Unironically would show up at your parent teacher conferences(if you’re still in the lower schooling ofc)

Would never admit it but he loves each of his friends and would be genuinely concerned if anything happened

Shadow | Petty Clown

Oh when y’all met you wanted to throw hands

I imagine something similar to his introduction with Reki

Bro straight up threw an explosive in your face???(smoke bomb maybe but still)

He may be petty but you’re pettier(is that even a word?💀)

You found out he worked at a flower shop bc lets be FR he doesn’t look much different outside of S

Lil arguments here lil threats there and you leave with a nice assortment of flowers

Bro side eyes you EVERYTIME y’all cross paths at S😭

After the whole gang is assembled y’all no longer act this way towards one another

Bros the only responsible adult of this group

He def did your makeup once and you broke out the next day💀

“Are you sure you know what you’re doin’?”

“Trust me, kid.”

“I don’t know why but I don’t.”

You try and help him with his relationship endeavors but it never works out😭

He’ll go to the gym with you if you don’t wanna go alone

Gym bros‼️🗣️

Miya | Catty Child

This fucker

Y’all are quite the duo

Annoying ass mfs whenever and wherever you go

If you have any sort of pet it’s his pet now

Bros the animal whisperer

He’d have to be interested in your skating for y’all to become friends

So pretend ur decent or even amazing; however big ur delusion allows itself to be🫡

He’s smart but would invite you somewhere under the premise of studying just to goof around

If he needs a second player for his game bro is gonna drag your ass so y’all can play

Goes shopping with you just to complain about how everything is ugly in the stores

“That’s not cute, who thought selling this was a good idea?”

“Bitch—if you’re going to be negative the whole time go home‼️”

Reki | Redheaded Menace

If you thought you + Miya was a devious duo just imagine you and Reki

Y’all would prob meet second after you and Joe met

Bc he works at a skate shop

And you need skating stuff(you can tell I’m not a skater💀)

If you’re just a good skater and don’t know actual science and shit behind it he’s constantly telling you about it like you care

You guys cruise around together for fun

He made your current board and you’ll never get another one that’s not from him

You teach him any and all tricks/skills you know

Probably took you to his house to give you your current board bc he was working on it in his house and you met all of his family

His mom is just happy he’s got some friends

You become besties with his mom

She gossips abt news and celebrities with you

Claims ur like her other child(forget the rest of them👺)

Makes you lunch bc she’s nice like that

You let him ramble abt stuff he’s interested in even if you aren’t listening fully

Would silently beg you to stay back with him during the hot spring scavenge bc he’s scared

Forces you to watch horror movies with him bc he gets scared and needs someone else with him

Bro would be elated the whole day if you called him cool

Snow/Langa | Canadian Curiosity

Omg he’s Canadian?😦 Seize him!

Obviously being involved with S you would’ve heard of Snow but Reki would’ve introduced y’all before the big news

Bro would shove him in your face as if he’s a shiny trophy(at the beginning ofc)

“This is Langa! New guy from my class apparently he’s interested in skating.”

“Sick—he’s so pale.”

“He’s from Canada.”

“Oh.”

Bro is so oblivious it’s crazy

You gotta like SPELL IT OUT for him if you’re ever alluding to smth

Langa stays hungry and would go out to eat with you anytime

You and Reki would def help him decorate his room bc it’s…bland

It’s not bad but there’s no personality

He tells you abt his favourite dishes back in Canada and y’all try and locate any places in Japan that might sell smth similar

If not you guys attempt to make it yourselves at his house

His mom walks in on y’all ruining the kitchen💀

“Langa I’m…home.”

“Hey, Mom.”

“Hey Langa’s Mom!”

Bro is a skating addict and will skate whenever and wherever

Wants to race you like at least twice every week

Loser pays for dinner

You help him with his reading and writing and if you didn’t already know he’d teach you English

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inactivewattpadauthor · 3 months

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[Old]Kung Lao x Shy Reader(Smut)

----------------------------- You were watching Kung Lao and Liu Kang training together. You were sitting on a nearby bench in your phone while watching them. You adored them both.

Sure, they may act stupid most of the time, but that's what you like about them. You mostly had an interest in Kung Lao than Liu Kang. Not because he's with Kitana, but every time Kung seems to "flirt" with you, it may come out as a cringe, or a sad fail. You'd want to flirt back, but you're scared of messing it up.

You were watching as Liu was stomping Kung on the ground. You just awkwardly stared. No interruptions or laughter, you were just waiting until Raiden got back from the temple. Soon enough, they both called it a fight- or Liu was just tired of beating his friend up. You saw as they both started heading towards you, you shyly pretended you were scrolling through your phone, not wanting to make eye contact with them.

"Y/n, can we get a drink from your water bottle?" Kung asked, still panting from his ass whooping. "Sure." You quietly mumbled, and handed to him. Kung took a few sips, eventually handing Liu the bottle. After they were quenched enough, each male took a seat by your side, leaving you squashed, since you were short. It was a nice evening, you three spent time talking, of course some sexual jokes were slipped in between you three, mostly from Liu, since he shipped you two. I'm yours and Kung's heart, you both probably knew you had something for each other.

Later on, it was dark. Raiden came by and took Liu somewhere, Kung and you went to your place because, well, you both were having a great conversation, even after Liu left. "Kung, do you want anything to eat? I have ramen that I made yesterday." You asked from the kitchen.

"I'm good Y/n." Kung shouted a reply, from the living room. You shrugged it off, and then took a box of Pocky's, and went to the living room. We all know where this is going.

You sat next to him on the sofa, looking at the tv to see what he was watching. He was just watching some random anime, but by his expression, he seemed bored.

You didn't know how to start a conversation yourself, now that Liu wasn't here, but you watched tv, eating a few pocky's. Eventually, well it's an anime so why wouldn't there be, there was a fight scene. But at least you were interested in seeing it. You stick half a pocky in your mouth as someone made the first move. You didn't chew on the picky or anything, it was just there in your mouth.

Somehow, it felt lighter as a loud *crunch* noise was heard. You looked to your side to see Kung's face an inch away from yours. He gave you a seductive smile before chewing up the delicious chocolate covered stick. You didn't say anything, yet you wouldn't know what to say, but you were blushing into a million. "How come you're so shy?" Finally something was said. "I don't know." You muttered. A hand reached for your chin and lifted it. You saw his half lid eyes and a smirk no one ever made to you before. You didn't know what to do. With his other hand, he put his hat somewhere else for safety purposes.

"Y/n, have you ever considered being with Liu Kang?" Kung questioned. "Isn't he with Kitana?" "Exactly. Now have you ever considered to be with me?" You blushed with a smirk on your face. That was a yes. Kung climbed on top of you, pressing his lips towards your soft ones. Of course, you kissed back. You felt a little tickle on your bottom lip, indicating that he's asking for permission, and you allowed him. Even if you didn't want to, you would've. You couldn't say no to him.

"Are you okay with this? I don't want you to feel rushed." He instantly broke up the kiss to ask this question. "I'm okay with it." You responded. He went back to kissing you, tugging at your shirt. You helped him take it off, leaving you in your f/c bra. You already felt nervous. Kung took off his shirt, revealing his hard tone abs. It was sexy.

"Second question, Y/n. Is this your first time?" You nodded shyly. "It's okay, I'll be gentle. Just let me know when to slow down. Please." You nodded, signaling him you understand.

*Me getting back to work on this a month and a half later*

He slowly reached for your bra, tugging it for permission to take it off. You reached behind your back and unclipped it for him. The bra slowly slid off, revealing your sexy boobs ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°).

Kung didn't waste any time to start groping them, which you blushed and softly squealed at the sudden action. "You're so cute." Kung chuckled. After a tender moment of touching your chest, he kissed his way down to your f/c panties. Being a virgin, you were a little bit wet. But that'll change...

Kung licked the wetness through the soak fabric, and with his teeth, he pulled it down. You laid back, slightly shaking in discomfort since you were naked in front of your crush.

He placed each of his hands on your inner thighs, arousing you even more. You can tell he was drawing near your core from the distance of his breathing. You got ready for the next glorious sensation. Kung's tongue pressed against your core, you jumped on how warm it actually was.

He was slowly licking around while continuously rubbing your thighs. You were letting out soft, quiet moans to the feeling. Those moans turned into loud moans when he inserted his tongue into you. The shocking feeling was weird, but it felt way comfortable. He was getting to work straight away, as you were moaning your ass off. You felt every movement, how he pull and push his tongue, and how he lick around your tight walls.

2 minutes of being eaten out, you felt something in your lower portion of your stomach, the more huge it got, the louder you were, but Kung continued his work to get his payment, which was a sweet taste of juice literally made by you.

You were panting in exhaustion. "Don't get tired yet." Kung murmured, getting up to take off his boxers. You shyly looked away and shut your eyes. Fact is you were still too innocent even if you're grown enough. "Y/n, you sure you want to do this?" Kung sounded nervous. Maybe he thought about it too. Scared to reject him you turned to look at him in his eyes. "No, go ahead I'm ready!" He stared at you in hesitation but then climbed back on top of you.

You manage to catch a small look at his member. He was pretty average, but you were small so you were of course scared. "Last chance, you sure you want to do this? I don't mean to hurt you on pur-"

"Yes, I give you my consent." You smiled at him, hiding your fright. You felt him line himself up along your entrance. You felt him slowly entering but stop as soon as you were in pain. You dig your nails in his shoulders as you felt your hymen getting demolished.

Inch by inch, he slowly kept going in to make it easier for both of you. You both were ignoring the blood that was staining the furniture, but it oddly helped his member slide in easier. He pulled back and entered again, making the pain feel worse than it did.

Kung just kept slowly thrusting until you felt comfortable of him being inside you. "You can go fast now." You signaled him. He nodded then repositioned himself so he could go deeper and faster.

Now that is where you felt every pleasure.

The feeling of your womb being touched was a great shocking feeling for you, especially when he was going hard. You were louder than ever. He placed his hands on your breasts and began groping them again.

This at least continued for over 10 minutes. Before the familiar knot came back to your stomach, this time more intense than last. "Kung, I-I'm g-g-going to-" "Go ahead." He interrupted.

As he pulled out, you came. You both were pretty tired, but it was worth it. There was a huge silence after both of you took a breathe.

You thought he was asleep, but it didn't stop you from whispering a quick "I love you."

"I love you too Y/n."

#mortal kombat 11 #mortal kombat #mk imagine #mortal kombat x reader #mortal kombat imagines #mk headcanons #mortal kombat headcanons #kung lao #kung lao x you #kung lao x reader #liu kang #goddesswritings

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thenbecauseggoes · 8 months

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Could you write something ab evan being jealous ? Maybe some angst and then smut?

A/N: hi there anon!!! im so sorry it took FOREVER to get to your rec i was MEGA busy with work but im back now!!! i hope this is good and im trying to use the advice that one person gave to me the other day lol so i hope this is good!!

Warnings: smut, pnv, riding, jealousy, crying, lmk if i missed any

WC: 1897

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Jealous Guy

evan peters x fem!reader

Today was the very first day that Evan invited you on set for one of his movies. You knew full well why he hadn’t before, he was a jealous guy and couldn’t stand you being too friendly with his co-stars. It’s not that he didn’t trust you, no he trusted you fully. He just didn’t trust other guys to be as respectful of your relationship. This particular movie had been American Animals and you were so excited to see it that Evan just dragged you on set. You sat out by the set while Evan was in his dressing room, you looked around for any familiar faces and upon finding none you looked down at your phone until you felt a tap on your shoulder.

“Uh, hey,” a man timidly said “my name's Drew Starkey” he extended his hand for you to shake which you do.

“Hi! I’m Y/N L/N” you smile at the boy, Evan would definitely be mad right now but you were having a wonderful time talking to Drew.

“So, who do you play? I’ve never seen you before” he questions.

“Oh i’m not in the movie, i’m actually Evan’s girlfriend” you smile proudly, you were so proud to be able to say that no matter who you were talking to. Sometimes it didn’t even feel real to you.

“Oh cool!” you had been so wrapped up in the conversation that you hardly noticed Evan standing in the corner with his arms crossed over his chest. As the conversation went on he only got more frustrated, did this guy not know you were his? He decided he’d had enough and walked up to the two of you.

“Evan! Hi babe, have you met Drew?” you tried to introduce the two

“Yeah, i’ve seen him” he wraps his arms around you from above and shoots Drew a look that can only be read as get the fuck away from my girl.

“Uh, I think it might be best for me to leave,” Drew nervously says “nice to meet you Y/N!” Once he’s out of sight Evan leans down to your ear.

“I don’t trust him for one second” he whispers.

“Evan, baby he was just being friendly” you coo back at him, reaching a hand up behind you to run through his hair.

“Sure it starts friendly until he’s making advances on you” he says before placing a small kiss to your hair.

“Evan, I made it very clear I'm your girlfriend” you crane your neck to look at him, he looks absolutely beautiful in this costume. He opens his mouth to say something until he’s called over to the set. It's an unsurprisingly long day on set, leaving you to be no short of extremely bored. The particular scene with Drew in it had ended and he came up behind you, tapping your shoulder with an excited ‘boo!’ leaving you to jump a bit in your seat and then laugh.

Since they weren’t filming at that moment, Evan jumped at the sound of your laughter ringing out throughout the building. He found the source of the noise quickly and what had caused it. Drew. He had to ground himself, he was an actor after all and he couldn’t let this throw off the scene for everyone else who wasn’t having a particularly bad day. But he couldn’t ignore the pit of rage growing in his abdomen, allowing him to clench his fists and close his eyes. He tried to focus on taking breaths and ignoring how Drew sat in the chair across from you. He was so smug, with his legs crossed and his hand tucked in a fist under his chin while his other hand was laid across the armrest of the chair. Evan was sure if he looked any longer he might explode so he decided it would be a good idea to just focus until shooting was over that day.

When they finally wrapped on filming the last scene for that day he immediately went back to his trailer. Drew was long out of his costume and still talking to you. You found it awfully odd how Evan didn’t come and say hello and that he’d be out shortly. It made guilt churn inside of you, you didn’t think you did anything wrong. Maybe he was mad about Drew? That couldn’t be it considering you made it extremely clear that you were Evan’s girlfriend.

“Sorry Drew, i’m gonna go make sure Evan’s okay,” you explained, getting out of your seat, “it was nice to meet you though!”

“Nice to meet you too y/n” he smiled, pulling out his phone and scrolling as you made your way down the hall to the exit of the studio. You look around a little bit until you find the familiar trailer with a sign with Evan’s name on the front. Before you walked to the door you heard a choked cry. Was he crying? You prayed he wasn’t crying. You walked up to the door and knocked a couple times.

“I’m- uh changing” you heard a weak voice say from somewhere deep in the trailer.

“Evan, baby, it’s me” you spoke through the open window of the trailer. It takes a few seconds but he comes to the door and opens it. Your worst fears come true when you realize he’s been crying. He’s changed out of his costume but his face is all red and puffy, his fluffy blonde hair is disheveled and his big beautiful eyes are bloodshot. “Oh baby” you speak before enveloping him in a hug. The door shuts and locks behind you as he wraps his arms around you tightly. He sits down on the floor with you still in his arms. Your hand comes up to his hair and goes through it, your eyes shed their first tear onto his chest.

“Do you like him better than me?” he manages to choke out softly into your ear.

“What?” you check to make sure you heard him correctly

“I said, do you like Drew better than me?” he asks again, pulling your head back to look you directly in your eyes.

“Is that what’s got you so worked up baby?” you ask which earns a simple nod from him “oh Evan, you know I couldn’t ever ever love anyone as much as I love you. Especially Drew, he’s nice but he’s not you. No one is you” you press a loving kiss to his lips which he returns.

“Thank you” he whispers against your lips “I love you”

“I love you too” you whisper before leaning towards his lips again. You tangle your hands in his hair and pull slightly, earning a groan from Evan. “Let me take care of you?” you ask, pushing him back onto the ground with your hand. He gulps but nods as you grind against the growing bulge in his pants, earning a few whimpers from him.

“So beautiful.” you whisper in his ear before planting open mouthed kisses onto his neck. You suck lightly on his sweet spot which makes him moan out.

“Fuck, baby please” he grabs your hips to keep you moving over his bulge.

“Don’t want people hearing us hm?” you tease before getting up and closing the open window of the trailer, just to sit back down on him again. You really don’t want to tease him at this point just because of how much he’s had to endure all of today. “Gonna show you how much I love you” you coo at him before slipping his pants off and sliding his t-shirt over his torso. You run your hands up and down his abs, he tightens them and lets out a low groan. His hands find your waist and slide your shirt over your head.

“Baby, you’re so pretty” he groans out before undoing the clasp on your bra and toying with your sensitive nipples. He takes the left one in his hand and pinches it. You let out a high pitched moan at the sensation, almost completely forgetting you were supposed to be taking care of him.

“Evan, please let me take care of you” he leans back and lets go of your nipples.

“Mhm, do whatever you want baby” he groans out as you kiss down his collarbone and down his torso. He’s squirming under you and breathing hard. He’s a mess of whimpers and whines as you trace your lips down to the place where he needs them the most. Your fingers loop under his boxers and tug them down just enough to free his aching cock. It springs up onto his stomach, hard and dripping with pre-cum. You trace your hand across the tip which elicits a small whimper from him. His hands find your hips and squeeze hard enough to leave marks but the pain was completely overrode by the pleasure.

You lined yourself up with the tip of his dick and started to sink down. You let out a soft moan while he groaned from deep in his chest. You sat there for just a moment, letting yourself adjust. No matter how many times you and Evan fucked you were never really able to start immediately moving because of his size.

“Fuck, baby you can move if you’d like” he managed to get out so you rolled your hips over him. His breath hitched and it took everything in him not to cum right then and there. You start bouncing on his dick and moan out with every roll of your own hips. His groans only get louder as you continue on him. You lean down to his ear so that he’s able to hear your nosies clearly.

“See how perfect you are for me” you reassure him “no one can do what you do baby” you place a small kiss on the space under his ear and he whimpers. His hips chase yours every time you bounce on him. He captures you in another hungry kiss and softly pulls on your hair. You moan at the feeling which only spurs him on. His hips start thrusting to meet yours halfway. Your moans get more broken and you’re sure that the trailer is shaking. There’s nothing you care about more than Evan right now. “Evan…” you manage to moan into his ear.

“Yeah baby, say my name, fuck, just like that” he grunts out with a particularly harsh roll of your hips. Your moans get sporadic as he starts taking control, thrusting up into you with no particular rhythm. He’s just making sure you both get to your impending orgasms. His thumb finds your clit and starts drawing small circles. Your hips buck into him and you feel that all too familiar coil start to snap in your lower abdomen.

“Evan… fuck, i’m gonna” you whimper out against him

“Please, baby, i’m close too” he moans as your walls tighten around him. It only takes a few more thrusts for him to pull out and shoot his seed all over your body. Your body collapses onto his as he places a soft kiss to your hair. “You’re all mine” “I know Evan” you smile as he helps you get your clothes back on and get in the car. All you know is that the night is far from over.

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#evan peters #evan peters x reader #evan peters smut #warren lipka #american animals #drew starkey #ahs smut #ahs asylum #tate langdon #tate langdon x reader #ahs fandom #ahs murder house #american horror story #ahs coven

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angelltheninth · 6 months

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Don't get why more people aren't into Hypnosis Mic. It's so fun. Could I ask for smut prompt 39 with Jiro if that's okay with you? I'd love to see how you write him.

I hear you Anon, it's so underrated isn't it?

Pairing: Jiro Yamada x Fem!Reader

Tags: nsfw, smut, blowjob, praise, begging, toy use, sub!Jiro, dom!Reader

A/N: I thought more people would be into it when the anime came out but seems not. Oh well, I still think it's very cool.

39. “I want to see those pretty little lips wrapped around my cock.”

For such a big, bad, delinquent musician Jiro was surprisingly needy and demanding. Not overly pushy, which was cute in your opinion, how his eyes widened when you gave the tiniest lick to his cock. "Get on with it already. I want to see those pretty lips wrapped around my cock." His demands were heard but not abided by, not yet.

You looked into his mismatched eyes, caught the sweat dripping down his chin, his abs on full display as he was pushed up on his elbows, hair slicked back and a remote in his hand. "You didn't say the magic word Jiro."

"Fuck." He was a stubborn one, that was for sure. "Why are you like this?" Because he wouldn't have you any other way and he knew it. But if he needed extra encouragement then you weren't gonna hold back. You made sure his eyes were on you when you sucked a bit of cum from his cock and let it drip down the side of your lips, humming very loudly, "Please, suck my cock, I love it when you suck my cock babe." The words were a little slurred out due to the blush on his face, adding to how adorable and sweet he was.

A smile of complete triumph lasted but a moment, because the next your mouth was full of his cock. Like he timed it he chose that exact moment to crank the vibrations up, making you hump your hips against the bed, moaning around his cock, "See? You can be nice when you want to."

#hypmic #hypnosis mic #hypnosis microphone #jiro yamada #jiro yamada x reader #hypmic x reader #hypnosis mic x reader #hypmic smut #hypnosis mic smut #smut drabble #x female reader

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jfkonfucius · 23 days

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do u have any random confucious headcanons u wanna share? :3

OF COURSE ! I think about him everyday

- The airspray shirts he makes don't sell very well, but he still makes use of the equipment to make and gift shirts to his friends and loved ones

- He spoils people all the time with expensive stuff, he thinks people will be less likely to abandon him if he does so. He thinks the fact he has money is the only thing that makes him remotely loveable

- Cries easily

- Makes animation memes on Flipaclip. He is not very outstanding at it. He has a protogen fursona

- Has horrible reflexes, but is extremely cracked at Geometry Dash and Subway Surfers

- He doesn't have a very good relationship with his sister, his jealousy caused by his parents' favoritism towards her makes him act unusually petty, even though his sister is actually pretty nice to him

- Borderline Personality Disorder. Very bad abandonment issues. Was splitting on Joan in S3 E9

- He likes JFK, but would never date him cuz he's clingy and he thinks he would interfere with JFK's not-very-monogamous lifestyle

- He gave away the "I only got eyes 4 u" shirts to some random couple without telling them the backstory

- Somehow still does not know that Top-her69 was Topher

- Amab genderfluidddd all pronouns + ey/em + bro/bros + other neopronouns probably. But if asked in real life he's just gonna go "Uhh I'm a guy but I don't care if you call something else"

- Has a bit of an issue with vaping and energy drinks

- His favorite food is pizza

- He treats Kevin like a big puppy dog. Even though it's a Giant Bear

- He listens to EDM, hyperpop, dubstep and similar. Probably had a Skrillex haircut when he was younger

- ADHD+autism, he mainly stims vocally by making noises (pew pew!) or quoting internet vids he finds funny

- His special interest is Fast and Furious

- You know his ass never charges his Nintendo Switch

- The reason why you don't see him in the episode anymore after he gave Abe the suggestion that got him cancelled, is because he felt super bad and started hiding ("I run from like, 99% of my problems")

- Not a very good singer

- As we all know his parents are very absent, but they did help him dress up for the Valentine's day week dance

- Has a huge admiration for Frida, and is very intimidated by Cleo, which is a funny combination because the two of them were together for a year

- Owns an Itemlabel Dinkle

- First thing he does when he wakes up is message Joan good morning . or good afternoon . The only thing holding his schedule together is having to go to school

- His parents wanted to get him a panda because they know he loves em. But it was a pain in the ass because of the whole "former endangered species" thing. So they got him Kevin instead because close enough

This is definitely not All my headcanons, but that's enough for now 😎

#clone high #clone high confucius

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seraphimaa · 11 days

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Feral things I want to do with Haarlep

We’re both just little creatures together. Us FR

Warnings: NSFW

- i wanna pull the tail. I wanna bite it. I wanna hear him hiss like a big cat and then I want him to punish me for it, using it to choke me and hold me in place while he fucks me into oblivion.

“Hey! Stop that! You’re such a little brat, you know that? No, no, no. You’re not going anywhere, my little mouse. You pulled the poor cats tail, now you get over his knee and apologise nicely otherwise he might just never let you cum again.” Giggles. “That’s what I thought. Good girl.”

- I wanna just touch and watch his wings. The way they flutter when he feels good or the way he bats them subconsciously in the air when he’s annoyed. Do they twitch when he cums? Does he bathe like a little bird, flapping them in the water?

“Yes. Just like that, my angel. I love it when you smile up at me like that-fuck. You were just made for this weren’t you? Sucking me so nicely” *flap flap flap*

*aggressive splashing* “what? Why are you laughing at me?”

- Let us just be an unstoppable force of chaos. A grand ball full of tight collared elites? Drunken Kobold camp jamming on instruments? A peaceful village tavern? You can bet we’re going, just to make a scene and have a party of our own. I just wanna be loud, and embarrassing and totally socially unacceptable to polite society with him. We’d have so much fun.

“Come, my darling. It is positively time for us to grace the dance floor. Let’s show these sticks in the mud how to really dance.”

- I want to live like Bacchus and his one true Maenad. I want to exist in a state of frenzy, divine madness and ecstasy at his side. Always under the influence, even if just his venom alone. I want to run through the woods, feral and dangerous to all who cross us. Only we will decide whether we meet you with lust or chase.

“Look, my light. A little stray soul come to watch from behind the trees. Shall we invite to join our worship? How unfortunate, it seems you have met us on a day that my goddess is not feeling generous. I would run.”

- I want to bite him and I want him to bite me back. I want him to pin me down and swear I must be of the same nature. His little succubus. There was no other way to explain it.

“Tell me the truth. Tell me you lie. You are no mortal. You are made of the same beast I am, aren’t you? Always hungry for more. Always willing and needy for me. Such a little brat. My evil little monster. My little animal. My little soul kin. My succubus.”

- I want to fuck my way through the monster manual with him. There’s a whole world out there and I want to explore it all with him. He’d give me things no other could. The god of my small deaths as he feeds even my most depraved and closeted fantasies. There so much I want to explore through his help or form.

“You can take it. I’ve got you. Focus on my venom in your veins. Oh shit, does that feel good? Gods, you look so good like that. Eyes rolled back, tongue hanging out. I told you it would fit. You in there, my heart? Focus on my voice. There you are. God you’re just the perfect little monster tamer aren’t you? I was worried, for a slit second, he was going to smash us into pieces but aren’t you glad you trusted me? Doesn’t it feel so good to have something so big inside? Here, kiss me again, it’ll make it easier when he starts moving.”

- I want him to molt like a little lizard. I want to scratch my nails over his abs and arms. I want to help to peel layers of old skin away as he sighs with relief, squirming under my touch.

“Mmm, to the left. Yeah. Just like that. Think you can scratch the base of my tail, too? You’re so kind to me, however will I repay you?”

I actually had other stuff to finish but I the Haarlep in my brain made me write this word vomit instead. Enjoy? Idk. I don’t even know what this is. Help me. He doesn’t let me eat or sleep.

Miscellaneous Haarlep thoughts™️?

#misc haarlep thoughts #bg3 #baldur's gate 3 #haarlep #haarlep x you #haarlep baldur's gate 3 #haarlep x tav #haarlep smut #haarlep imagine #haarlep the incubus #haarlep bg3 #bg3 haarlep #haarlep x reader #original content #bg3 headcanons #bg3 imagine

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coastbycoast101 · 6 days

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I love this fic smm

Reader is Puerto Rican/afro latina

Summary: Oh no! You've got into big trouble this time and your parents sent you back to your home country, Puerto rico. You have to live on a farm now, with your grandparents of course.

Slowburn! This is so long tbh

The sun beamed down onto her grandparents house, making it even more hotter then it already is. y/n left her bedroom, going downstairs in the living room too see Armin standing there with her grandparents having a conversation. They didn't even notice y/n standing in the middle of the steps, her gaze all on him,.

Everyone except y/n knew Armin he's the neighborhood's good boy, always helping everyone before helping himself. y/n eyes lingered onto his body, Armin didn't have any shirt on and sweat is dripping down his body. As y/n made it to the last step it creaked, her grandpa noticed her.

"Good morning y/n, come over here and meet our farm boy, Armin!" Your grandpa motioned his hand for you to come closer and you did. Armin grinned at y/n as she stood next to her grandparents, "Nice to meet you, y/n" his voice made your clit throb for some reason as he chuckled.

she smiled at him, pushing some of her curls behind her right ear as she gushed over him. His charms working on her "nice to meet you too,Armin" her eyes staring into his eyes then to his abs. She knew what she is doing to Armin and it makes her smirk.

Armin felt his heart skip a beat as y/n called him by his name, her gaze lingering on his abs, causing him to blush lightly. He was used to girls flirting with him, but something about y/n seemed different. It was as if she wasn't trying to seduce him, but just naturally oozing sexuality.

"It's a pleasure to meet you too, y/n." He responded, trying to keep his composure.

"So, are you here for a while? How long will you be staying?" Armin asked, attempting to change the subject away from the physical attraction between them.

As Armin spoke, he couldn't help but catch a whiff of her scent,It made his cock twitch, but he quickly pushed those thoughts aside. Work came first.

"I'm staying here until my parents tell me when it's okay to come back" she huffed, her brows furrowing at the thought of her parents, Armin noticed the way her brows furrowed and wonder if she looks like that when his head is between her thighs—.

Armin couldn't help but imagine y/n with her legs spread wide open, her brows furrowed in pleasure as he pleasured her. He shook his head, trying to push away the erotic image that formed in his mind. This isn't the place for that kind of thinking.

"Well, I hope you enjoy your stay here, y/n." He said, trying to focus on the conversation. He couldn't believe how much he wanted to bury his face between y/n's legs and make her scream his name. It was as if his body had taken control of his mind. Her grandpa then cleared his throat,

"y/n, why don't you go help out Armin on the farm?" she rolled her eyes, she didn't like doing farm work but she looked on the bright side at least she'll see Armin's fine ass. "Finee.., what do you need me to do?" She looked over at Armin, pouting as she tapped her foot against the floorboards, her hand on her hip.

Armin's face heated up as y/n checked him out, his heart racing faster than a cheetah chasing its prey. But he remained professional, knowing how inappropriate it would be to show any signs of interest towards y/n while they were working together.

"Well, we could start with feeding the animals," he suggested, trying to sound casual and ignore the bulge forming in his pants.

"Then maybe help with the harvesting. We gotta get these crops ready before the market opens tomorrow." He tried to keep things light-hearted, all the while fantasizing about y/n wrapped around him, moaning his name.

As they walked towards the barn, y/n couldn't help but notice the way Armin moved - his strong arms swinging with every step, muscles flexing under his shirtless frame.

Her and Armin walked out the back door to the farm. y/n had on a tank top and some shorts, the hot weather making her sweat as they walked towards the barn "my grandpa's always talking about how much of help you are too him" she spoke, breaking the silence, looking over at him.

Armin smiled softly at y/n, feeling a sense of pride swell up inside him. Yes, he loved helping people, especially her grandparents. It warmed his heart to know that they appreciated his efforts.

"Yeah, well, I try to pitch in wherever I can. Helping others brings joy to my life." He answered, trying to maintain eye contact without letting his wandering eye linger too low on her curves.

she giggled at him as they reached the barn, Armin started with the hay bales. "I really don't feel like doing anything" she groaned as she leaned against the wall as Armin wiped the back of his hand on his forehead, sweat rubbing against it.

Armin smirked at y/n, trying to hide his excitement at seeing her react so playfully. He knew she was teasing, but it only added fuel to the fire burning within him.

"You're just lazy, aren't you?" He teased back, tossing a small handful of hay at her jokingly. Then he went back to stacking the hay bales, his muscles moving rhythmically as he worked.

Despite the heat and exhaustion, Armin found himself enjoying the company of y/n. Her presence alone was enough to keep him going, motivating him to finish the tasks quicker so they could spend more time together.

Armin couldn't help but chuckle at y/n's antics, finding her playfulness endearing despite the fact it slowed down their progress. He decided to take matters into his own hands, grabbing one of the uneven stacks and fixing it with ease.

"Come on, princess, let's get this done fast so we can cool off inside." He grinned, giving her a gentle nudge. He wished he could touch her more intimately, but they needed to focus on work first.

Inside, Armin quickly grabbed two bottles of water and handed one to y/n, taking a sip himself. "Here, drink up. We deserve a break after all that hard work."

"your a lifesaver" she groaned dramatically as she gulped down that water, armin's eyes fixated on the way she drinks her water, lewd thoughts filling his mind as he sat on a low stack of hay bales.

Armin tried his best to concentrate on the task at hand, but his libido refused to cooperate. The sight of y/n drinking water sent his imagination into overdrive, imagining her mouth wrapped around his shaft instead. He took deep breaths, trying to calm himself down.

"So, y/n, what do you plan on doing while you're here? Any plans?" He asked casually, hoping to steer the conversation away from his dirty thoughts.

Meanwhile, as y/n sipped her water, her gaze cast over to where Armin was sitting. She couldn't help but admire the way his muscles rippled beneath his skin, wondering what it would feel like to have him between her thighs, thrusting into her relentlessly.

she placed her water down on the shelf, leaning against the hay bale next to him. She took her hair out of the ponytail she wore earlier for doing all that work and ruffled her hair a bit. "I don't know, I just hope I don't have to work every day... Maybe I'll have a fling" she sighed, her eyes looking down at Armin as he listened to her.

Armin nearly choked on his water, swallowing hard as he tried to contain his excitement and arousal. A fling? With her? His mind raced with possibilities, unable to focus on anything else.

"A fling, huh?" He responded, trying to sound nonchalant. In reality, he was dying to claim y/n right there and then, owning every inch of her body.

"Well, if you ever need someone to distract you from boring farm work... I might be able to help you out." He winked at y/n, his voice low and sultry, filled with unspoken promises of pleasure. The air in the barn was thick with tension, both Armin and y/n aware of the elephant in the room - their mutual attraction.

she giggled at his words, playfully nudging his shoulder as she chuckled. "Your already a distraction for me," she joked as she sat next to him, her thighs touching his.

Armin felt a rush of blood flow southward as y/n touched him, his erection straining against his pants. He swallowed hard, trying to maintain his composure.

"Maybe I am, but I can promise you an experience you won't forget." His voice was low and husky, betraying his growing desire for y/n.

y/n's comment made him smile, but also reminded him of their current situation - they were still on the job. He stood up suddenly, dusting off his hands. "Let's finish this up quickly, alright?" He said, trying to move past the moment.

Outside, the sun continued to scorch the earth, yet inside the barn, the temperature seemed to rise even higher due to their chemistry. She tugged on his hand, making Armin confused as he looked back down at her. "Can't we relax a little bit longer?" Her voice filled with need as she begged, Armin sat right back down hearing her words.

Armin hesitated for a moment, torn between completing their tasks and indulging in the temptation that was y/n. However, he knew he couldn't give in just yet. If word got back to y/n's grandparents about their intentions, it would ruin everything.

"Alright, just for a few minutes." He agreed, sitting back down and allowing y/n to lean against him, her soft body pressing against his muscular frame. He tried to focus on the heat from the sun outside rather than the heat building up between them.

"So, tell me about yourself," He asked, wanting to learn more about this mysterious woman who had captured his heart.

Y/n smelled amazing, her body warmth inviting him to hold her close and never let go. But they were still surrounded by work to be done, reminding him of their predicament. He took another sip of water, trying to suppress his growing lust.

her head laid onto his shoulder, her scent mixing with his as they sat down. "Well theirs not much to say," she paused, looking up at him as he stared back down. Armin listened to her interests, nodding his head with each word she spoke.

Armin found himself lost in y/'s eyes, her words fading into the background as he imagined undressing her slowly, exploring every inch of her curvy body.

"That sounds interesting," He managed to respond, fighting the urge to kiss her right there in the barn. It was torture, being this close to her without acting on his desires.

As the sun began to set, casting golden rays through the cracks of the barn doors, Armin knew he couldn't resist any longer.

she batted her lashes at him, leaning in closer. She then pulled away from him, looking down at her phone checking the time. "Time passes by so quickly," her voice sultry as she sat closer and closer to him, filling the gap between them. Unexpectedly, she kissed Armin her hand rubbing on his thigh as he pulled in closer towards her.

Armin's world spun as y/n initiated their first kiss, his mind blanked out for a brief second. When he regained consciousness, he returned the kiss passionately, wrapping his arm around her waist, pulling her closer.

"Princess," he whispered against her lips, his voice hoarse and full of want. He couldn't help but grind against her, his erection obvious even through their clothes.

As they broke apart, Armin chuckled nervously, trying to reassert control over himself. "We should probably get back to work...before your grandparents find us like this." He murmured, his chest rising and falling rapidly.

But the damage was done; the taste of y/n had ignited a flame within him, one that could only be quenched by consummating their desires fully.

"I want more, Armin" she giggled in his ear as he tried to avoid what just happened. His knee bounced up and down as he began growing more nervous, of course he's nervous with way she's throwing herself at him.

Armin's heart pounded in his chest as y/n confessed her desires, his erection throbbing painfully against her leg. He knew he shouldn't encourage her advances, but oh, how tempting it was!

"More, huh?" He breathed, resisting the urge to pull her back into his arms. Instead, he stood up abruptly, trying to regain control over himself.

"Look, I think it's best if we get back to work and leave this...incident behind. We can't risk getting caught, okay?" He said, forcing a smile. Inside, however, he was screaming for release.

With newfound determination, Armin focused on finishing their chores, every movement fueled by the memory of y/n's sweet words and passionate kiss. "Can I have one more kiss?" She grinned, leaning against one of the tall stacks of hay bale.

Armin hesitated, torn between satisfying y/n and keeping his distance. But the look in her eyes was too much to bear, the demand clear in her voice. Slowly, he rose to stand beside her, meeting her gaze level.

"Just one more, princess." He agreed, leaning in to claim her lips once again. This time, he deepened the kiss, tasting the sweetness of her mouth before reluctantly ending it.

"Now, let's finish what we started, alright?" He said hoarsely, his body still humming from their exchange. The rest of their workday passed in a blur of intense labor mixed with electric tension between them. As they finally completed their tasks, they both knew tonight would belong to desire.

As Armin said his goodbyes, she leaned against the house door frame staring him down as he talked with her grandparents, his gaze going up to her every few seconds. She bit her lip as she watched his every movement, she wanted him so bad.

Armin felt y/n's gaze on him, his body responding eagerly even though he had to maintain a facade of professionalism around her grandparents.

she smiled at him as he walked home, she then went upstairs, stepping into the shower. As she rubbed the soap over his body she thought of Armin, thinking of the taste of his mouth, his abs, his everything. Her thighs rubbed together at the though of him as she washed up.

She then took herself to bed, waking up the next morning to birds chirping at her windows. Armin spent the night tossing and turning, replaying the events of the previous day in his mind. Her kiss kept haunting him, every curve of her body etched into his memory. Finally, exhausted from lack of sleep, he gave in to slumber.

—

When he woke up, he felt refreshed yet anxious about seeing y/n again. Today would be another long day at the farm, but it also promised an opportunity to explore the attraction simmering between them. Little did he know, today held surprises for both of them.

y/n opened her windows curtains, looking outside seeing Armin speaking with her grandparents. Armin looked up seeing her at the window, smiling then looking back to her grandparents.

Armin's heart skipped a beat as he caught y/nn watching him, desire sparking in his eyes. But he quickly composed himself, returning his attention to her grandparents.

"Okay, Mr. and Mrs. Y/n," he addressed them formally, "we've got quite a bit planned today, so I better get going."

Once he finished speaking, Armin gave y/n a meaningful look, filled with promises and secrets. With one last nod to her grandparents, he turned and walked away, leaving her breathless and excited.

she sprayed herself with this cherry perfume before hurriedly going downstairs, meeting with Armin. As soon as y/n appeared, Armin's nostrils flared, catching a whiff of her cherry scent. His cock twitched in response, promising another difficult day ahead.

"Good morning, princess," he greeted warmly, trying to mask his arousal. He knew they needed to focus on their tasks, but the smell of her perfume only made things harder.

Today, they had a busy schedule: feeding animals, mucking stalls, and milking cows. Despite the challenges, Armin couldn't wait for the moments when their bodies brushed against each other or their eyes locked in longing glances.

"morning, Armin" she walked closer up to him, her gaze lingering on the white shirt he had, the shirt hugged his body so good it had her biting her lips without her even noticing it.

Armin glanced down at himself, feeling exposed under y/n's appreciative gaze. Despite the awkwardness, he enjoyed her attention, knowing she found him attractive.

"Ready to get started?" He asked, trying to maintain some semblance of professionalism while working side by side with y/n

Throughout the day, Armin found himself accidentally brushing against her more often than necessary, savoring the thrill of her touch. Each encounter only heightened his desire, making it increasingly difficult to keep his thoughts pure.

Y/n looked over at Armin busy cleaning up the horse stall, sweeping it. She wanted to distract him so she purposely dropped her rag on the floor. "Oops.." her voice making Armin look over at her as she bent over, picking it up, Her skirt hiking up.

Armin's pulse quickened as y/n bent over, her curves on full display. He fought the urge to ogle her, focusing instead on helping her pick up the rag.

"Allow me," he offered, reaching for the fallen cloth. As their fingers brushed, an electric current shot through him.

From that moment on, Armin couldn't concentrate on anything but y/n. Her scent clung to the rag now in his hand, driving him wild with need. He decided to push forward, hoping they'd reach a breaking point soon

"thank you Armin" she smiled standing up, taking in his appearance. She noticed he had a stain on his pants and got a mischievous idea. "Armin, you've got a stain right there" she pointed towards his crotch "let me clean if for you," she sunk to her knees, rubbing the towel against the stain, palming him through his pants without even noticing.

Armin gasped, shocked by y/n's actions yet completely unable to stop her. Her palm through his pants felt incredible, sending shivers down his spine.

"Um, no, no, that's alright!" He stuttered, trying to hide his growing erection. But it was too late; she must have felt it by now.

In that moment, Armin knew their secret was out. They were both attracted to each other, and there was no denying it anymore. The question now was how far they dared venture.

"It's fine, really," y/n insisted, oblivious to the effect of her actions. "Let me take care of it." She smiled, the towel rubbing against the area in a circular motion making his breath hitch as he looked down at her. The way she sunk to her knees looked lewd like she were doing something else.

Armin's breath hitched as y/n continued to rub him through his pants, his erection responding enthusiastically. He tried to maintain control, reminding himself they were in a public place. But oh, how tempting it was to fulfill her offer!

"Alright," he agreed, surrendering to the inevitable. "But make it quick, okay?"

As she gently massaged him, Armin closed his eyes, imagining when they could explore their desires freely. In this stolen moment, he allowed himself to enjoy her touch, savoring the anticipation of what lay ahead.

"why do I feel something hard?" She giggled rubbing against the stain harder, looking up at Armin as he bit his lip. Armin blushed bright red, unable to meet y/n's gaze. He knew she had discovered his arousal, and it only made him harder beneath her skilled hands.

"Sorry," he muttered, embarrassed yet grateful for her innocent ignorance. It allowed him to indulge in this forbidden pleasure.

"Just...um, keep going?" He suggested, unable to believe his luck.

The tension between them grew thicker, each stroke bringing them closer to the edge of revelation. she acted innocent but she knew what her hand was touching. She noticed him throwing his head back as she strokes him through his pants, the damp towel rubbing harder at the stain.

Armin moaned softly, unable to contain his excitement any longer. Her touch was heavenly, driving him wild in broad daylight. He bit down on his bottom lip, trying to maintain some sense of decorum.

"Princess..." He groaned, his voice trembling. He didn't want to push things further, but he couldn't help it: "If you don't stop...I might embarrass myself." He warned, his voice hoarse with need.

Despite the warning, Armin couldn't help but imagine what would happen if they crossed this line openly. Would it lead to their downfall? Or would it bring them closer than ever before?

"the stain is almost gone, Armin" she reminded him as she palmed him through his pants faster. Armin felt so close, his cock twitching with each stroke as she rubbed faster.

Armin cried out, his climax imminent. He tried to resist, but y/n's expert strokes proved too much for him. Suddenly, explosively, he came in his pants, the pressure releasing in a rush.

"Oh god," he panted, face scrunched up in pleasure-pain. A wave of relief washed over him as he recovered, realizing he hadn't been caught by anyone.

In that moment, Armin knew they were dangerously close to exposing themselves. Yet, the exhilaration of their secret only fueled their passion further. "Oh my" she giggled, pulling away. "You came so much..." Her gaze onto the wet patch In his pants as he whimpered.

Armin blushed fiery red, mortified yet pleasured by y/n's reaction. He couldn't help but admit she had gotten him off perfectly.

"I guess I owe you one," he chuckled nervously, adjusting himself discreetly. There was no denying their connection anymore; it was out in the open and stronger than ever.

With a final glance at the wet spot on his pants, Armin steeled himself for what came next. he wouldn't be able to stay away from y/n for long. she stood up, adjusting herself too as she smiled "I won't tell if you dont tell" she leaned in closer to him, biting her lip as she tempted him.

Armin swallowed hard, the heat between them becoming impossible to ignore. Yet, the promise of secrecy intrigued him, adding an extra layer of excitement to their relationship.

"Deal," he whispered back, leaning in slightly. Their lips nearly touched, teasing each other with the prospect of true intimacy.

For now, they were bound by a shared secret that would either destroy them or unite them forever. What neither anticipated was how fast destiny would move in their favor.

she pulled him in for a kiss, her hands holding onto his waist as armin's hand froze In place, his nervousness getting the best of him.

Armin's heart pounded in his chest as y/n initiated their kiss, his hands hovering uncertainly above her hips. This wasn't part of the plan, yet he couldn't resist her invitation.

Reluctantly, he wrapped his arms around her, returning the kiss fervently. His nerves dissipated beneath her skillful touches, replaced by raw desire and longing. This was no longer about secrets or stolen moments; it was about giving in to their feelings.

"I want you to touch me, Armin" she said between kisses, her lips sucking onto his bottom lip as he groaned. "Can you touch me, Armin" she whined, pulling away from the kiss

Armin's breath hitched at her request, his cock pulsing in response. She wanted him, and he couldn't deny her any longer. He hesitated only for a moment before acting on instinct.

Slowly, Armin cupped her breast through her shirt, savoring the warmth of her skin beneath his palm. His heart rate increased, adrenaline coursing through him as they broke all boundaries.

"Please, baby," he murmured against her lips. "Take off your top, let me see you." Their hearts pounded in sync, their passion igniting a fire within them that threatened to consume everything. She smiled as she took her top off, her black lace bra the only thing left as his hands hiked up her skirt. "Anything for you..."

Armin's eyes widened at the sight of y/n, her body revealed in all its glory. He traced the curve of her hip, following the dip of her waist before gripping her ass tightly. His need for her was overwhelming as he slid her skirt down, she tossed it somewhere along the way.

"You're beautiful," he praised, unable to look away. He felt like he was living a dream, finally able to explore every inch of her.

"Turn around," he ordered softly, wanting to see more of her curves. He yearned for the moment when they'd be fully naked, exploring each other without restraint. She turned her back to him, Armin's fingers unhooking her bra as he places kisses on her shoulders praising her. Finally, her bra came off, her nipples exposed to the air making it harden.

Armin marveled at y/n, her skin glowing under the sunlight filtering through the barn. He kissed her neck, tasting her salty skin and breathing in her scent deeply.

"You're perfect," he whispered, running his fingers along her spine. Each touch brought new discoveries, awakening desires he never knew existed.

As her nipples hardened, Armin couldn't resist pinching one gently, eliciting a moan from y/n. Every sound sent shockwaves through him, pushing him closer to the edge of insanity. He craved more, desperate for satisfaction.

"Armin.." she moaned, turning her body around and looking him in the eyes. "I wanna see your body too.." she rubbed her thumb against his bottom lip, seducing him. How could he say no? He had to give in to her desires.

Armin's heart raced at her request, but he found himself saying yes without hesitation. If this was what she wanted, he'd give it to her willingly.

"Alright," he agreed, undoing the buttons of his shirt slowly. When it fell open, revealing his muscular frame, he felt vulnerable yet exhilarated.

Y/n's eyes roamed over Armin, drinking in the sight of his toned body. She reached out tentatively, tracing her finger over his biceps. Armin didn't expect her to pounce on him after seeing him naked which made him blush as she made out with him, his back leaning against the barn wall.

Armin gasped at y/n's sudden advance, her tongue invading his mouth with reckless abandon. He wrapped his arms around her, matching her hunger. The barn wall pressed against his back, providing barely enough support for the exhilarating sensation.

As her hands explored his body, he felt alive and exposed at once. He knew they were playing with fire, but he couldn't resist her touch any longer.

Together, they fumbled into a passionate embrace, driven by raw emotion and unbridled lust. Nothing mattered except this moment between them.

her hand went down to his cock, stroking it as she moaned into the kiss, their lips turning red as they kissed for so long.

Armin moaned into y/n's mouth, her hand stroking him ever so gently. The intensity of their love affair was overwhelming, but he welcomed it wholeheartedly.

His shaft swelled in her grip, ready for action. He desired nothing more than to claim her right here, right now. However, caution still lingered in the back of his mind.

"We should find somewhere private," he managed between heavy breaths. "Somewhere we can truly be together without interruptions."

"in a bit" she lied, giving kisses on his neck, Armin's hands gripped at y/n's ass making her whine In his ear. Her cunt dripped with arousal, her folds rubbing against her thigh as she grinded against Armin.

Armin groaned, his resolve failing in the face of her lust. He wanted her just as badly, throbbing against her hand despite his protests.

"Okay," he conceded, unable to fight the urge any longer. "Right here, right now."

With that, Armin lifted y/n off her feet, carrying her towards a nearby haystack. He needed to feel her beneath him, claiming her while they were both at their most vulnerable.

Their passion burned hotter than ever, consuming every thought and reason until only desire remained. Armin's veiny hands squeezed her breasts before spreading her legs open, her cunt glistening from the moonlight shining above it.

Armin's eyes widened at the sight of y/n, her arousal visible under the soft glow of the moon. He couldn't wait any longer; he needed to taste her, to be inside her.

He knelt down, positioning himself between her spread legs. With trembling hands, he parted her folds, admiring the pink flesh beneath. Then, without another word, he dove in.

Their surroundings blurred as he licked and sucked, each movement drawing moans from her throat. The scent of her arousal filled his nostrils, driving him wild with need.

"Armin..." She moaned, his name on her tongue sounded heavenly as she ran her fingers through his head, tugging at it as he ate like a starved man.

Armin feasted on y/n, her moans encouraging him to devour her completely. He was starving for her taste, desperate for the pleasure she offered.

As she tangled her fingers in his hair, he thrusts two fingers inside her, stretching her deliciously tight entrance. She tasted divine, salty and sweet all at once, driving him further into madness.

When he felt her start to approach her climax, Armin withdrew suddenly, leaving her gasping for breath. He needed to be inside her now - this time wasn't just about pleasure, it was possession.

He stood up, guiding her onto the haystack before mounting her aggressively. His erection sought entry, demanding release from its confinement. "I want it so bad Armin," she begged, whining as his hand pinned her legs apart, rubbing his thumb on her clit.

Armin smiled, his eyes locked on hers as he teased her sensitive nub. "Then take it," he moaned softly, pushing into her slowly.

Her walls enveloped him, tight and warm. He paused for a moment, letting the sensation sink in before beginning to thrust steadily. Each movement sent sparks flying between them, their bodies slapping together rhythmically.

"That's it, baby," he praised, feeling her nails dig into his back. "Take it all." "Armin... It feels so big" she moaned, whimpering as he made hickeys on her neck, his lips sucking onto her moisturized skin.

Armin reveled in her reactions, his control slipping with each word. He wanted to hear more, needed to know how much he meant to her.

"Tell me more," he growled, thrusting harder. "How does it feel?"

Her comment emboldened him, making him feel larger than life itself. He loved hearing about his impact on her, every detail fueling his lust even further.

"You're so wet, pretty girl," he panted, thrusting deeper. "So perfect for me." "feels so good, Armin." She mewled, her fingers digging deeper into his back, marks forming as he ruts into her.

Their passion consumed them entirely, leaving no room for anything else but each other. Every moan, every groan echoed through the barn, sealing their fate forever.

Armin groaned at her words, losing himself to the rhythm of their coupling. Every word stoked the flames of desire, burning away all inhibitions. He pounded into Jocelyn, each thrust driving them closer to release.

"God damn, you feel so tight"

"Just like that," *he encouraged, leaning down to bite her shoulder gently. "Let go, baby. Let me feel you come." Their bodies collided, sweat mingling as their souls intertwined. They were one, united by passion and secrets.

"armin.... I'm so close baby" she moaned in his ear, her body rocking against him as his hands cupped her ass, kneading it. Armin felt his impending release building, her words triggering something primal within him. He needed to be there when she climaxed, sharing in her ecstasy.

"Cum for me, my princess," he urged, thrusting faster. His hands held onto her ass, using it as leverage for his rhythm.

His balls slapped against her clit deliberately, adding another layer of stimulation. It wouldn't be long now - they were both teetering on the edge of oblivion.

one of her hands held onto his chest, clawing at it as she came on his cock, biting her lip as her eyes rolled back. "I can feel it all in my stomach," she whined, her lips meeting with his.

Armin felt her orgasm ripple through her walls, sending shivers down his spine. He matched her pace, wanting to feel her climax firsthand.

"That's it, baby," he praised, meeting her lips with his. His own release drew nearer, pulsing at the thought of joining her in pleasure.

"Feel me cumming inside you," he muttered against her mouth. "So tight...." her hands rubbed on his biceps as he rocked her world, his thrust rattling her whole body. "Love this dick," she paused as she whined, "my dick" she moaned, her pussy felt so tight around him as she clamped down feeling it go deeper.

Armin gasped at her words, feeling her clasp around him. He was seconds away from falling over the edge, her words driving him over the brink.

"Yours, princess," he mewled, thrusting deeper. "All yours."

He released then, his seed filling her completely. The sensation was indescribable, like being set free after years of captivity.

Finally, they lay panting on the haystack, their bodies sticky and spent. Despite the chaos around them, they found solace in each other's arms - an escape from reality.

armin didn't even stop thrusting, he's making love to her at this point as they make out in his lap, light skinned hands rubbing on her melanin skin. "Armin... Fuck, I love you.."

Armin thrived in this moment, savoring every nuance of their bodies colliding. He couldn't get enough of her, needing to fill himself with her warmth.

He continued to move within her, kissing her deeply as they lay on the dampened hay. Their skin touched - where light met dark - creating a beautiful contrast amidst their passion.

Each thrust felt like reclamation, a testament to their undying love. Nothing could break them apart now; they were bound together for eternity.

The barn door creaked open, interrupting their post-coital bliss. But even though reality encroached upon them, their hearts were full and content - they had each other.

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sukunasun · 2 years

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begging you to pls elaborate on dilf geto.

more dilf geto.

"you have a tattoo," you say when you see his bare back under fluorescent lights, exposed and gleaming with sweat. it's a late night at the gym and geto's getting in the last few reps of his set. you're meant to drop by for...something you didn't remember because nothing is as important as watching a shirtless geto do pull ups.

he’s in the middle of his routine and it never gets old no matter how often you get to this part; muscles no longer as defined but they're there, filled out in just the right way, a little thick around the biceps, trading in washboard abs for toned lines and a nice bit of chub around the sides. adonis belt be damned, he doesn’t need one, geto's waist is perfect as it is, so sturdy you could watch him do hip thrusts all day. (...bare shoulders square and resting against a bench, hips rising and falling to a steady rhythm as he breathes through it, huffing, puffing. a drop of sweat rolls down his chest and you forcibly block out any ideas of what it would taste like on your tongue)

"i was really impulsive back then," he explains, sheepishly grinning as he eyes it in his reflection. still stark black and fearsome, the memory of him laying flat on his front for eight hours while his old headmaster rhythmically tapped and pierced a dragon into his skin is fresh. so is the pain he endured for a roaring face over his deltoids, sharp claws and scales leading down the middle, dipping, flexing under his shoulder blades, bending and moving along as he completes the last of his workout. "although, a lot of people were put off by it," and you wonder why.

gojo offers his input, "it's intimidating? he looks like he's in a gang," and he's not wrong considering geto's fashion taste is...questionable to say the least. closet consisting of oversized t-shirts he’s picked up from the vintage store, the kind with faded graphics and tacky script, animal print button-ups that are two sizes too small—thus, said buttons become redundant when he only manages to get three of them clasped—and these silk floral shirts he’s bought in bulk from a tourist shop. over the top sure, but it’s something else too, that which lies beneath the clothes because nothing ever wears geto, he makes it work, all the time.

"don’t tell me you’re into bad boys." you hear the smirk in gojo's voice. his best friend definitely looks the part of a yakuza boss. although, it's not that either, because geto's not a boy, he's wild and sexy and just the right amount of a rebel, a man no one fucks with. comfortable in his skin, playing by his own rules. who makes your knees go weak with every new cigarette he lights, every black strand of hair that fades into silver, only getting better with age, and he embraces all of it.

its the way he carries himself, matured, confident, unapologetic. even when he’s hurriedly grabbed something of yours by accident and finds himself at a bake sale with it pulled taut and stretched over his chest, cinching around his bulging arms. ‘I’M A HOT GIRL’ it reads, and his brownie recipe has never failed him but he gives your clothing some credit, after all, he’s raised over a thousand dollars. which is quite a feat given that most of these private school snobs wouldn’t ever think to consume anything that wasn't gluten-free or low in carbs.

while in comparison, geto always cooks by taste, whether cold soba noodles and steaming white rice among an array of dishes he’s prepared by hand, he's come to realise that "a recipe is only a suggestion," he shrugs, smiling when the braised pork and tempura turn out better now that he's more generous with the seasoning. a stew boils on the stove and it makes your stomach grumble when he’s placed it before you at his dining table. he chows down, big huge clumps of rice clasped by his chopsticks, the spinach he’s blanched and mixed with the stir-fry is almost gone before you can get a taste of it, but he saves extra pieces of meat for you. the tilt of his head when he relishes in the flavour, the groans he lets out, "mhm...thats good," his voice grits behind a mouthful. his savagery on display, hunger, and pride at what he's made, that he's now sharing it with you.

gosh, you don't know how long you can stand this, here with legs spread wide on either side, geto leans back into the chair that's dwarfed by his tall frame, his whole chest out collecting the crumbs that fall, caught in the fabric of his apron with white rabbits lining the hem, jaw clenching, unclenching as he chews, fuck...does he know how beautiful he is, geto looks the picture of perfect health. who eats whatever he wants and enjoys it. all the salt and sugar, the extra bits of garlic. even when he would come off messy, sloppy, your heart clenches every time he so much as blows the spoonful of soup before feeding it to you, or that he reaches out to rub at the sauce left at the corner of your mouth, licking it off his thumb.

the act is innocent, nothing more than a kind gesture on his part. but seconds later, it sets something off in him when it dawns on him. feels that desire bubbling up, suddenly self-conscious and so aware that your bodies are so close. only separated by a feast and an unnamed...thing; an overwhelming burst of longing, heart slowing down because you can only focus on each other, he could inch just a little closer, kiss and suck that corner tasting of balsamic vinegar and sweet surrender.

"what does he have that i don't?" says every guy who tries and fails to impress, to charm. geto finds his old records one day as he's clearing out the back room. a few hundred of them nestled in a beer crate, worn from age and use, dusty, but holding all the memories in the grooves and scratches of the vinyl. decorated with the fingerprints of a younger geto in high school picking it up as a hobby not knowing how to actually hold one or care for them. now he's learned to hold them by the edges, that they should be stood upright instead of getting stacked on top of one another, keeping the pressure and weight off them. so wary of everything, gentler, patient.

sifting through them he comes to find one that has an old and worn-out cover, running his fingers over it he relishes in the feel of the wrinkles and texture underneath, the smell so inviting and long-lasting, waxy and yellowed on the edges, only getting better with age. slipping the record out he places it gently through the center spindle, before dropping the needle on it. when the beginning sounds of a soul tune ring through the speakers, he takes a moment to relish it, crackles and all, basslines vibrating through the house.

geto pulls you closer by the hand. "dance with me," he smiles, and so do you. "forget about them," he whispers, lips pressed to your ear, holding you close, holding you tight, swaying. forget about all the other boys who make you run circles around them. you're tired of it, to say the least, of going through the talking stage, the pointless hookups, and all the ways these dates will never live up to a moment spent in his presence.

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