#wow: sin/arch

[sinvyrin]

scars

The last thing he remembered was Archelaos bathed in unforgiving, golden Light. He remembered the old man’s face set in a way that made his stomach feel like lead, all his softer edges becoming cold, hardened steel. Gone was the man who he kissed in the rain by the pond, tired, but still brimming with life in a strange, new way. This was someone else. Someone who made all of Sin’s mind sound in alarm. 

In that moment Sinvyrin’s presence was meaningless, but he felt Archelaos’ words dig into his mind like a knife prying open a lock. He sketched a cross in the air above his patient, letting it radiate down the power of his faith upon her shadow-ridden soul; his voice dropped with confidence, with power. 

“Good. Give me all of it.” 

( cw: torture, ptsd. ft: @archelaos-redright )

--

“Good.” 

The san’layn was practically made deaf by his own screams of pain, but the inquisitor's voice still rattled through his mind like a one-ton bell every time the man spoke. Sin could no longer count the time he had been trapped within the halls of the Scarlet Enclave. It might have been hours, days, or years. It was enough that whatever humanity he had left was practically dead and gone, burned away by the warmth of the Holy Light and its endless song into the very core of him: repent, repent, repent. 

His body sagged so heavily against the shackles on his wrist that his shoulders were almost out of the sockets; balanced on the tips of his toes as he was, he would inevitably end up slipping on his own blood and nearly falling, only to catch himself on the chains. Sin’s body was a wreckage at that point -- an ugly sack of flesh, his hair shorn off, sallow and gaunt. Whenever he was sure that he would receive the sweet relief of death, some confessor would come with a live rat or a hare and they would watch him chase it like a rabid dog and suck the blood out while its heart still beat. 

But it was different whenever the inquisitor came to see him. For the others, he was a training tool; for this man, he was a project. A thing that would only be freed into death once it was cleansed. 

And he would cleanse it. 

“Very good,” whispered the inquisitor. The man circled around him once. “You are almost ready, aren't you? To release this wretchedness from your soul.” 

Sin’s eyes were caked shut with blood; he flinched when the inquisitor took his face by the temple. It might have been a loving touch for any other, but he could feel his skin burning from the Radiance of the priest's face as he peeled open the san’layn’s eyes. 

His gaze was bleary and fogged, and seconds passed until the sight came into focus: the heat of a black smithing fire which today heated a different sort of weapon. The iron brand shaped in the sigil of the Holy Light took two men to lift, stretching out as tall and wide as a man’s chest -- as Sin’s chest. He watched the men bestow their blessings on it until it sang with the Light as much as it did with the fury of the flames that forged it. 

The inquisitor held the san’layn still as they brought the brand closer. He could feel the heat of it, blistering his skin, burning like a sun before it even pressed against his flesh. 

The inquisitor gently ran his hand against Sin’s brow as the san’layn screamed, tilting his head to make sure he watched the brand sear through his ruined body. 

“Good.” 

--

The night passed in flashes, blurred moments of coherency that painted an incomplete picture. A shattered fragment of a soul; Imon’s face, her brow wrought with concern. Smiling. Just keep smiling, until he could run. A dark, familiar den. A cocktail of drugs and alcohol. The night, and cold wet earth. He left Stormwind behind, passing through the streets like an unseen ghost and into Elwynn. Wolves eyes flashed in the dark, his presence silencing their baying at the moon.

Good. Good. 

There was no such thing as safety in the prison of the mind. It chased at his heels, haunted him with things that he swore were real -- the sights, the sounds. The smell of his own burning flesh. That voice, eerie and calm. Archelaos? No. Not him. 

Good. 

The forests of Elwynn were the cold, broken ruins of Northrend. The gentle rolling hills were the caves and cliff sides he once hid himself away in like a rat in the crevices of a ship, praying not to be found. Wishing he could simply die instead of what would happen next. 

Past the borders of Duskwood, in the thick fog that always seemed to linger in those ugly places, he crawled around gravestones and mausoleums. The memories of Icecrown nipped at his heels: digging up corpses in the frozen snow to bury himself underneath them, hiding from the soldiers passing nearby. Don't breathe. Pretend to be dead long enough, and maybe you will be dead. What a pretty thought. 

Still, the voice rang in his ears -- relentless as it ever was, and yet different now. 

Good. Give me all of it.

#wow: sinvyrin #wow: sin/arch #world of warcraft rp #moon guard

[hqkalon]

FOR MY SERVICE, DARLING.

♱ KINKTOBER DAY 1 — BONDAGE | kinktober m.list

pairings : soldier könig x cadet reader

summary : close proximity while sharing a room with könig… headquarters knew better than placing a man and woman together.

content : nsfw, handcuffs/bondage, squirting, overstimulation,, petnames, shared room, manhandling/rough, size kink, dacryphilia & creampie

to ever think you’d be deployed overseas from your main base in america to europe. walking through headquarters where you were stationed, trying to find the room number you were assigned— it was hard trying to find your way around with no detour.

“excuse me we are you lost?” a low voice crept upon the hallway walls, flashing red each second. “nope just headed to my assigned room.” you responded turning around as your eyes widened in surprise seeing a broad man tower over you. his face hidden behind a long cloth with holes cut out near the eyes.

wow. he was like a giant, quite literally. you could trace the veins down his ripped arms, admiring the t-shirt hugging his tone body as your eyes traced his abs through his shirt. fuck was he the man a delusional girl would dream of? yes.

there was a silence as you continued walking, hearing his footsteps behind you, “can i help you?” you scowled, why was he following you? you already knew most men in the hq couldn’t get their fun from time to time, but preying on you already was the upmost insane. “no i’m headed to my base as well.” he bluntly said, walking at the pace. “oh okay.” you pressed your lips together while speeding up, looking for the number 505 before accidentally padding the door. you reached out towards the handle opening the door, seeing one occupied twin bed and another untouched one— you trailed the room seeing a portrait of a handsome man smiling with his family before realizing your roommate was a man. your heart dropped as you tried to understand how could hq mix you up with a man.

your hands roamed through clothing on his bed trying find his name badge on his uniform. könig, you read aloud in your head.

clack.

your heart dropped as you heard the door knob open. no fucking way. and that was the day where everything between you two started— headquarters knew better than to place a woman and a man together in a room.

shared time together created a platonic bond, a platonic bond which no within the base knew about. what happened behind closed doors, stayed behind closed doors.

your arms bonded behind your with your back arched— face down ass up as könig bully his cock through your poor folds. “f-fuuckk könig.” you cried into the sheet of his mattress, broken moans fell from your drooling mouth. he was huge in more than one way, the way his large calloused hands gripped your waist as he repeatedly slammed into you with his low grunts, sending euphoric waves throughout your body as you trembled in pleasure. “i know baby, i know.” he cooed, angling his hips deep against your sweet spot inside you squelching pussy.

your eyes rolled to the back of your head as he stretched your pussy out so perfectly— sinful clapping noises of skin to skin contact filled the room as his hips met your ass. your fingers fidgeted together, yanking against the cuffs as heated pleasure ran up your thighs. “s-shitt are you close darling?” he hummed in pleasure as you squeezed around him, grabbing onto the cuffs around your wrist as you winced at the action— feeling you skin rub against the steel.

"oh my god!" his other hand deepened your arch making your tummy tighten as the head of his cock began pressing into your spongy g-spot, "that's itt, just a bit more." but back a moan with his shaky voice, speeding ip his thrusts as his mind clouded with the thought of reaching his high. "nghh w-wait königgg!" you sobbed, skin tingling with warm buzzes, “s-sorry… fuckk i’m close.” he hovered over your tiny body, pushing your head deeper into the soft mattress with his hand the size of your head.

“gonna cum for me baby?” he growled into your ear as your body shuttered. you loved this side of könig, he made you feel submissive in the perfect way. you whined, feeling your cunt drool with pleasure. “y-yess! g’na cum!” whining into the mattress as he fucked into your used hole at an animalistic pace. “let’s cum together.” he lustfully ached for a release.

your heart raced throughout your body, feeling light-headed as your vision burned white— feeling helpless being unable to do anything, but take what was given babbling incoherent words— drowning in pleasure as your body completely broke down. “fuck fuck fuckk!” you wailed, there was a feeling completely different from the times you usually orgasm— this feeling was stronger, more intense and unexplainable. “i-i’m gonna pee, wait!” you choked up words as könig’s cock dragged along your sensitive walls, “yeah? go ahead and squirt for me baby.”

his lips brushed against your nape, licking a wet stripe up your neck before pecking a kiss. your body began shaking as your body instantly shot through intense pleasure , “cummingg oh my god— !!” your vision blurred with tears streaming down your pretty face— swallowing könig’s cock whole, wetting the sheets in your heat. “s-shitttt.” he threw his head back, heavily thrusting into your hole as it milked him dry.

his warm seed filled your tummy as his strokes simmered down, cooling off the both of your highs as he unlocked the cuffs around your wrist. “this time let’s try rope.” he flipped your weakened body over as you were know lying on your back, his thick fingers traced along the bruises of your wrist before pressing soft kissing against them.

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#♱ sintober #kinktober 2023 #call of duty #konig x reader #cod x reader #könig x reader #könig smut #konig smut #cod smut #konig mw2

[coolyiooo]

Overstimulating BSD Men

Pairings: Dazai, Ranpo, Fyodor, Atsushi, Chuuya, Sigma, and Tecchou

❗WARNINGS: SMUT, MDNI, overstimulation, begging, praise, degrading, pulling, scratching, gagging, breeding kink, moaning, groaning, whimpering, and etc❗

This was the first BSD smut I wrote but I edited it a bit to make it better. it's a bit short (I feel like it is) but hope you enjoy it :)

🖤DAZAI🖤

You just wanted to punish Dazai for teasing you so much today. So you decided to just drive him over the edge with just your hand. Your hand was moving up and down on his throbbing cock. Your hand and his dick were wet and slimy from his previous orgasms. He couldn't stop moaning and whimpering. He kept on twitching while a small amount of drool dripped from the corners of his lips. Some of his own cum was on his stomach. His hands were clenched so tightly that his fingernails were digging into his skin.

You kept kissing his cheeks, neck, and temple as you kept massaging his cock. He was a sight to behold that's for sure. You kept giving him so many praises but also small degrading comments, only fueling to his euphoric release.

"Mnn~ ah- your hand feels so mph!- amazing, bella~" Dazai moans while his cock throbbed.

You kissed his neck, making him shiver slightly "you look so beautiful like this dazai~ but you also look pathetic being covered in your own cum" you taunted with a slight smirk

"P-please.. b-bella mmmn~ I can't handle more of this ah!-" he groaned.

The overwhelming amount of pleasure was becoming unbearable. His body was becoming hot. His heart rate was racing, yet he felt nothing but pleasure and it was only getting better and better.

"Why should I when the most beautiful sight is you cumming just by my hand? Plus you can't stop throbbing and moaning like a little man whore, it's really music to my ears" you degraded him

His cock only throbbed more when you degraded him. Something about you making him so submissive like this was so arousing for him. He can only moan louder. You then started to move your hand faster. Making his head fall back with his mouth open while moaning loudly .His cock throbbing aggressively. The sight could almost make you cum. Your underwear was drenched from your wet cunt.

"AH~! fuck! So f-fucking good~! Don't stop mmn~ I'm gonna cum again ah~ please don't s-stop!" He whimpered.

You smirked slightly "Oh, alright..since you asked so nicely"

You bent over to his sensitive cock and started to suck him off like your life depended on it. Your warm, sticky tongue wrapped around him perfectly.

He eyes shot wide open as he moaned loudly "B-BELLA! Y-yes! AHHH~!"

In a couple seconds, he thrusted upwards into your mouth to release his cum. Eyes and mouth wide open. His Back slightly arched. He was gasping for air. He felt like he was ascending to heaven, but it felt too sinful to be heaven, but if hell was like this, he wouldn't mind going.

He was panting and sweating while his body was hot and trembling aggressively. His eyes were now closed as his body was started to relax and calm down. You swallowed his cum before kissing his cheek with a small smile. He opened his eyes tiredly to see your beautiful face. All he could do was chuckle softly and say "that was...just...wow.."

💚RANPO💚

You wouldn't stop bobbing your head up and down Ranpo's cock even after he came a few times already. He just tastes so good and looks so irresistible when overstimulated, and his whimpers only made you keep going. His hand was behind your head as he caressed your hair and head.

"Mmn~! Ah~! You really can't have enough of me, huh, sugar~?" He whimpered

You lift your head off his dick with a pop, using your hands to rub him instead. You smirked slightly while looking at him. His cheeks were flushed while his eyebrows were slightly furrowed. It was evident that he was feeling amazing and loving the feeling of your mouth and skillful tongue.

"You taste so sweet ranpo~ I guess you are what you eat right?" You then started to bob your head up and down on his needy cock again.

He moaned out loud. His hands were squeezing the couch cushions. He was looking away with a blush face and a overwhelmed expression, eyes squeezed shut. He went back to whimpering loudly. His whole body was trembling with pleasure.

You lifted off his cock for a quick second "Your whimpers make me so wet ranpo~ your being such a good boy~" you said before sucking his cock again.

His cock twitched at the praise and he started to thrust into your mouth, making you start to gag on his cock, but it only made him feel even better. He looked down at you to get a better view of you. You looked up at him with what looked almost like an innocent face, but your action was far from it. The way you moved your head up and down just to make him cum again aroused him so much. He moaned and whimpered, feeling his release start to approach. His head tilted back while he arched his back slightly. His was exposing more of his neck while he did this.

"Mmhp! I'm going to- ah~ cum! gonna cum~! P-please let me~!" He whimpered

You only left the tip of his cock in your mouth, sucking and slurping it beautifully while your hand rubbed the rest of his shaft, making him not able to last anymore. After a few seconds, he came on to your tongue, earning a loud, desperate moan. You could taste how sweet he was but you didn't swallow yet. You took him out of your mouth to open your mouth wide open for him to see how much he came into it. He blushed and started to become hard again at the sight, slightly whimpering again.

You swallow his cum and kissed his cock "such a good boy".

💜FYODOR💜

Fyodor is a very prideful man, so he would try his best to not fully express how he's feeling, but you know he's trying to hide it. Fyodor let you top him because you insisted you could make him feel just as good as he makes you, so here you are, jumping on his cock even after he came a couple times. His cum making it easier for you to move. Fyodor kept his moaning to a minimum but every once in awhile he'd let out short gasps or small moans. He is still human after all and it's a normal body function when your being overstimulated.

"Why are you hiding your voice Fedya? Mmn~ I want to know how good I'm making you feel" you moaned slightly while smirking

"Mnn~ well maybe you have to try a bit harder, darling~" he said while smirking as well

You pouted a bit but you knew he was trying his best to keep calm. You could feel how much his cock was throbbing inside of you, clearly Loving how your walls clench around him. You grabbed his hand and pressed it against ur stomach. "Can you feel how deep you are inside of me? Ah~ How your cock aches and twitches inside me~ you feel so fucking good mmn!- your the only one who can make me feel this good~"

He whimpered quietly from the feeling. He turned his head away from you. Eyes closed with a slight smile on his face. "Ah- hmm~ feeling is mutual...so please keep doing what your doing" he said trying not to sound to desperate.

"Mmnph! But it'd be amazing if you let me hear your voice..please Fedya~"

He looked at your eyes as if he was contemplating, but he decided to give into your desire and he laid his head on the pillow, eyes closed and moaning deeply. He truly was gorgeous. It made you squeeze him tighter and made you go rougher, making him moan more.

"Ahh~! Fedya do you want to come? Your close aren't you?" You clenched his hair, making him throb more.

"Mnn- yes, moya lyubov mph~ since you want it so bad" he still tried not to sound desperate

"But do you want to cum? Mmn~ it doesn't sound like you want to" you looked at him with pleading eyes

"Hmm~ of course, lyubov mmn- there's nothing more I want than to fill you up" his small smile never going away

"Then let me hear how much you want to cum..p-please~!"

He seemed pleased by how much you've been begging to hear him moan, so he will at least grant you this small wish. He knew it would make you go over the edge anyway. He started to moan loudly, but not too loud. He told you small praises just to throw you over the edge a little more and before you knew it you came before him. His voice is just so heavenly.

"Hm~? And I thought you were the one supposed to please me" his smirk was wider

You still kept going. Didn't stop a single moment even though you were now the one being overstimulated, But the sight you left before Fyodor was definitely the cherry on top for him. Seeing you become a mess just for him was enough to make him loose control. The way you bounced on him while your body seemed it's about to give up. How you couldn't even form sentences anymore and only moans.

He then came inside you with a loud groan. His cock twitching inside you as it filled you up with his hot cum. You came again with a loud moan. Both of you were out of breath and still feeling just pure euphoria throughout your bodies. You both panted and breath heavily from your climaxes. He smiled slightly when your body laid limp on his chest. He caressed and kissed your head as you tried to calm down from your high. He was really desperate to come inside you once again, but not before making you into a mess.

💙ATSUSHI💙

You were bouncing on Atsushi's cock. He's been cumming so many times inside of you, but his body seems to still not have enough of you. He was a whimpering mess. Atsushi's hands were gripping on ur hips so tightly that it'll for sure be leaving marks. He's been telling you sweet nothing's, which only made you feel electricity throughout your body. Even during this lustful and sinful act you two were doing, His words were nothing but pure and beautiful. He always had a way with words that would touch your soul.

"Mmph~! Y-your so ah! Beautif-ful aggh~! You make me f-feel so g-good~!" He moans while caressing your cheek. His eyes were full of awe

"Atsushi~ mmn~ your literally breath taking agh~! I've never felt this good~" you whimpered

His cock twitches everytime you give him praise. He loves to know that he's satisfying you in any way, especially when your being intimate. "F-Fuck~ I love y-you s-so much- AH~!" He whimpers as he rests his forehead against yours.

"I-love you too~ your literally Mph!~ perfect" you clench his hair gently.

The way you clenched his hair and say something like that, he couldn't handle it. He throws his head all the way back as he arches his back. Your becoming too much for him and he couldn't hold back anymore.

he gasps slightly "I-im g-gonna MMN! i-im gonna cum! P-please don't s-stop nngh! y-you feel so fucking good ah ah~ c-cumming.. cumming!"

He thrusts up into you, making sure his cum is shot deep inside of you. He moans so loud that you had to kiss his lips to muffle out his moan. You still feel him pumping his cum deep inside you, almost like he's never gonna stop. You give him a kiss on the cheek after he calms down from his high. His eyes looking like he's seeing heaven as he panted heavily.

"You've been such a good boy for me" you smile softly

He looked at you with those same soft eyes "and your such a beautiful woman, y/n"

🧡CHUUYA🧡

Your tongue wrapped around Chuuya's dick was enough to make him moan so much. Even after cumming many times, your mouth never left his pretty cock. You loved the way his body twitched aggressively when he came inside you as he moans, it was so addictive. The feeling was mutual for him too. The feeling of your mouth sucking him off was definitely addicting for him and he could never get tired of the pleasurable sensation your tongue brought to him.

"F-fucking hell doll~ ah~! You can't get enough of me or what? MMN!~ not like I'm complaining " he groans with a slight smirk as he looks down at you.

You never left his cock out of your mouth even if he was taking to you. Your mind was just focused on making him feel good. He loved seeing how desperate you were for his cum.

"S-shit! Nnngh~! Feels so f-fucking good! Please don't stop~" he moaned

You went at a faster pace and made sure his tip was reaching the back of your throat, even if you were gagging, you were just desperate to make him cum again. He put his hand behind your head to make your movement faster. The action made you gag more but you honestly didn't mind, It only made you more wet.He arched his back and tilted his head back

he groaned "AH~ F-FUCK~! y-yes, doll~ gonna cum~ g-gonna cum so good down your pretty little throat~ MMN~!"

A few more thrusts and he whimpered loudly when he came deep down your throat. You felt his legs tremble and stomach twitching. His eyes shut tight with clenched teeth. You took every drop of his cum as he filled your throat with it. It was honestly so stimulating. Before you could do anything, he caressed your cheek as he panted

"I want to see....you swallow, doll...if that's not too much to ask"

You blushed as you looked at him with enticing eyes. His cock still inside your mouth. You swallowed his cum in one gulp. He smirked slightly before pulling his cock out of your mouth. You coughed a bit, but he then kissed your forehead lovingly "damn your good, dollface" He says that you can't get enough of him but he also can't get enough of you.

💛SIGMA💛

You were jumping on Sigma's cock quickly. His cock was covered by his previous orgasms and your cunt was filled. His cum made you able to jump faster of his dick and more pleasurable for him. Even though he was out of breath and looked pathetic, he looked so elegant and precious. He truly was a gorgeous man, even if he came from unnatural origins, his body sure acted like a real man. His grip on your hips were tight as he whimpered and moaned loudly from overstimulation.

He shut his eyes tight "Mmn~! Too- ah~! Much, y/n~!" He whimpered

You kissed his cheek and smirked "mmmn~ Your cock is throbbing aggressively. It's feel so good~ you want to cum more, don't you?"

He twitched from the praise "Ngh~! There's no more~ ah~!" His grip became tighter

You cupped his cheek to make him look at you in the eyes "That's ridiculous, love~ mmn~ let me prove it you" you smiled

Your pace became more rough and fast. His head fell back with his mouth agape from moaning loudly. His dick only getting bigger the more he rubbed against your tight walls. His cock pulsating even more as he felt another orgasm coming

"AH~! S-Shit~! Ngh~! too good! I'm gonna~!" He whimpered before shooting his load inside you once again, filling you up as if he's trying to impregnate you. He moaned loudly from his climax

He breathed heavily as he tried to calm down from his high. You kissed his lips before looking into his eyes "You look pretty when you cum, Sigma. It's addicting~"

His eyes were soft and gentle as he still pants "I'm glad the feeling is mutual"

You smirk as you lean into his ear "no matter how many times you cum, your body still wants more~" you said as you touched his already hard cock.

he whimpered and shivered the second he felt your hand on his sensitive dick. You smirked wider before saying "maybe one more round will do"

❤️TECCHOU❤️

The man is the strongest hunting dog. The man has a LOT of stamina. It would a lot to get him overstimulated and tired, but you've managed to do so. You just feel too good and he was getting overwhelmed by the pleasure.You lost count after a couple of rounds, but you've been jumping on his cock for a long time. His eyes were closed while his body was trembling a little. His face was overwhelmed by the pleasure, but even though he was in ecstacy, he would not make a loud sound. His hands were gripping tightly onto your hips

"How are you feeling, love?" You caress his cheek gently

He gulped and leaned into your touch "You feel like..heaven, dear" he catched his breath mid sentence.

You jumped a little rougher which made him clench his teeth and arch his back slightly. His eyes open slightly and he stared at where you two were connected. You clenched his hair gently, making him gasp softly

"Come one ah~ let me hear your voice~" you pleaded softly

He looked down for a second. He seemed embarrassed to let you hear his moans and whimpers, but if that's what you want from him then he will deliver it just for you, but he still needed more encouragement. He was still clenching his teeth as he blushed slightly.

You caressed his muscles gently "Please~? Your moans turn me on~" you whispered in his ear

He trembled more when you caressed his muscles. He laid his head back and let out a deep long moan. Hearing his moan turned you on and encouraged you to jump faster. You were both moaning slightly loud and twitching from the pleasure.

"I- oh God~ ngh~! D-dont stop~" Tecchou moaned with his cheeks sightly blushed

Hearing his words made you jump at a desperate and quick pace. He arched his back while moaning. His mind was blank. He only thought of the pleasure and you. He was unconsciously thrusting upwards. He couldn't handle it anymore.

His dug his nails into your hips "Ngh~! I can't anymore i- "

He quickly pulled himself out of you and then groaned loud while he shot his load on your stomach and chest. You came after him with a loud moan from the beautiful moans and sight he presented you with. He was out of breath and sweating

You giggle softly and kiss his cheek while you were out of breath "You did well, love"

You saw a small smile on his lips as he panted "so did you"

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[mvskedxrtist]

Not so Pure Anymore

Wᴀʀɴɪɴɢ: PnP (Porn no Plot), Daddy Kink, Creampie, Breeding Kink, Degration, Humiliation Kink, Sensory Deprivation

Nᴏᴛᴇ: Guess who's back y'all! Took some time off because of stress but also just because of school, I wanted to to focus more on my school work and all but I'm back. I'm slowly gonna start posting again with a welcome to Simeon here. This probably won't be my best work, so I'm saying sorry in advance.

AMAB!Reader x Virgin!Simeon - Not so Pure Anymore

Simeon didn't know how you tempted him to sin yet he doesn't regret it. He was laying down on his bed, his eyes covered with your tie as you undressed each other and kissed his neck all over. "Y-Y/N..~" He whimpered softly while kissing you passionately.

You chuckled under your breath and pinned Simeon down to the bed as you slid your cock right into his ass, groaning softly as you started pounding his asshole fast, loud slaps filling the room along with the angel's moans. "Aww, look at my dirty angel~ looking so broken already with just a few thrusts~.. I wonder how many people have taken you down on their dicks..."

Simeon was blushing furiously and whimpered while he could feel his asshole be stretched by you. His face was flushed as he thought through your words. Both of you knew that Simeon's never been with someone, but teasing him was just fun to you. "N-no one, Daddy~ o-only you~ you're the only one~" He whined a bit louder while you leaned closed and thrusted harder in him.

"Wow Simeon~ I wonder if poor Luke can hear your moans from across the hall?~ You wouldn't want his innocence to be gone like yours, now would you?~" You kept taunting him while slowing down a bit, looking down at Simeon to see his flushed face. The angel didn't want Luke to see him like this, so why was his body reacting so lewdly to your words?

His wings came out of his back to try and cover his face but you spread his wings apart so then he couldn't try to cover himself. "Wow you're a dirty slut~ you're leaking from just my words!~" Simeon had moaned loudly once you touched his wings, his back arching while he tried to hold your hands.

Simeon could feel something throbbing inside of him and whimpered, his own cock leaking precum as you held his hips tight and thrusted faster inside of his asshole. "H-hah~ f-fuck...~ Oh fuck I wanna cum~ I need yours please!~" He begged you endlessly as you grunted and leaned towards his ear. "Aww~ you want my cum, slut? You want me to fill you up and get you pregnant?~" You whispered in his ear while Simeon nodded his head wildly and came all over his chest in response as he could feel you getting deeper.

You slammed yourself into his asshole as deep as you could, groaning loudly while you came inside of him, both of you panting heavily while you just continued to come inside of Simeon. You chuckled and pulled the tie off of Simeon, seeing some tears in his eyes from the euphoric experience. "Damn... That felt amazing~" You groaned and chuckled, laying down next to him without pulling out.

You kissed his face all over and chuckled, wiping the tears away. "Seems you're not so pure anymore~ Think anyone's going to find out?"

#my writing #smut #top reader #mvsked.writing #male reader #top male reader #dom male reader #obey me x reader #obey me mc #obey me shall we date #obey me x reader smut #obey me simeon #om! simeon #simeon x reader #submisive and breedable #dom reader

[hazbinwhoree]

Haiiiii

So I’ve been thinking bout it and I have a sona who’s Asmodues’s daughter

And while I’m not asking to specifically write for my oc,I’m asking for your to write for the idea of it

Like Asmoduess daughter x Adam

And he’s like really fuckin suprised when she says she actually a virgin and then he’s like

“I could fix that”

Asmodeus’ Daughter

Asmodeus’ daughter and the first man in existence was a very unlikely friendship indeed, and neither of them could really tell you how it had happened. Adam normally would never be caught dead fraternizing with a demon, the daughter of one of the Seven Sins no less, but while he’d never admit it, (Name) had wormed her way into the position of his best friend.

Similarly, (Name) would normally avoid angels like the plague, but Adam was an exception. She couldn’t tell you why, but he was. She had to hide their friendship from her father, who would surely lose his mind were he to ever find out.

They were hanging out one day, in (Name)’s bedroom, discussing body counts. “I don’t even know the number anymore,” Adam admitted. (Name) laughed. “You slut!” “Hey!” Adam pretended to be offended. “You’re one to talk. The Avatar of Lust’s daughter? I know damn well you have bodies on bodies.”

(Name) bit her lip. “You’re never going to believe my body count.” Adam leaned forward, interested. “Above or below one hundred?” “Below.” “Ninty something.” (Name) shook her head. “Eighty seven!” “Nope.”

Adam leaned back. “I don’t wanna guess anymore just tell me.”

“Zero.”

There was a beat of stunned silence.

“Zero,” Adam repeated. “You’re full of shit.”

“I’m dead serious,” (Name) said. Adam’s jaw dropped. “You’re fucking Asmodeus’ daughter, how are you a fucking virgin?”

“My Dad is the sin, not me,” (Name) said.

“Wow.” Adam was processing this information. “So you’re really a virgin?”

“Yeah.”

“...I could change that.”

Another beat of silence. (Name) decided he was joking, laughing suddenly. “You’re funny.”

“I’m serious.”

There had always been sexual tension between them, but neither of them ever acknowledged it for the sake of not ruining their friendship.

(Name)’s cheeks reddened slightly. “Oh.”

“I’d be honored to be your first body.”

“I wouldn’t mind you being my first body.”

A pause.

Then they both lurched forward and crushed their lips together. The kiss was passionate and desperate, months of pent up tension being poured out in one kiss. Their tongues tangled together and (Name) moaned against Adam’s mouth.

Adam pushed her down on the bed and crawled on top of her, spreading her legs to settle between them. They continued to makeout, Adam’s hands beginning to wander. He slid his hands up under her shirt and grabbed her chest. “Nice rack.” “Shut up.”

Adam squeezed and massaged her breasts while they reconnected their lips, (Name)’s arms wrapping around his shoulders to pull him closer, trapping his hands between their chests.

(Name) could feel Adam’s erection against her inner thigh and it gave her a thrill.

“Adam,” she moaned.

Adam liked hearing his name, evidently, as his dick twitched. He pulled back to hurridly unzip and shrug off his robe. (Name) pulled her shirt over her head. Adam also removed his shirt. He dropped back down on her again, and ran his hands up and down her sides while they kissed, leaving goosebumps in his wake.

He snuck a hand down between them, sliding under the waistband of her sweatpants. He felt the wet patch on her panties and grinned. “I’m going to be the best body you’ll ever have,” he bragged, pulled her panties to the side and running his finger up and down, collecting her slick.

“How does it feel knowing your first dick is the original dick?”

He slid two fingers into her and her back arched at the intrusion. His thumb pressed on her clit to loosen her up.

“Feels good,” (Name) panted.

“Fuck.” Adam was so hard. It was taking everything in him to not just start fucking her brains out.

He added a third finger and (Name) took it without too much resistance. Adam pumped his fingers in and out for a minute before pulling out and yanking down her sweats and panties. She helped him, kicking them off, and he kneeled back to begin undoing his belt.

His movements were frantic and desperate, tugging down his pants and boxers, and tossing his belt behind him.

(Name)’s mouth went a little dry when she saw Adam’s dick. He really didn’t call himself Dickmaster for nothing. She briefly wondered how she was supposed to fit that inside of her but she trusted Adam.

Adam flipped her onto her stomach and tugged her hips up so her ass was in the air and her face was pressed into the bed.

“This position will be easy,” he told her, dragging his cock up and down her slit. “You ready?”

(Name) had never felt the need to be fucked so badly in her life. “Yes, fucking do it.”

Adam didn’t need to be told twice, and slowly began pushing himself into her. (Name) buried her face in the bed as he sank into her, overwhelmed with pain and pleasure simultaneously. Adam reached around her and began toying with her clit and pain was quickly overcome by pleasure.

Adam bottomed out with a groan. “Fuck, you feel so fucking good.”

“Fuck me,” was (Name)’s response.

Adam obliged happily, snapping his hips. (Name) cried out, gripping the bedsheets. Adam grabbed her hip with his free hand and began to thrust, setting a fast and hard pace. “Adam!” (Name) moaned. Adam bit his lip, his name on her lips shooting straight to his cock.

“Yeah, say my name. Who’s making you feel this good?” “Adam~” “Who’s the fucking Dickmaster?” He thrust particularly hard. “Adam!”

Adam groaned, his hips never slowing their pace. His finger steadily circled her clit in time with his thrusts. (Name) was absolutely fucked out beneath him. Her legs were beginning to shake and Adam had to hold her hips up. He could tell she was close.

“Who’s going to make you cum?” (Name) clenched around him and cried out, her orgasm hitting her hard. “Adam!”

Adam hissed as (Name) tightened around him, the sensation pushing him over the edge. He buried himself as deep as he could and came with a string of curse words.

They both stayed still for a moment, panting and collecting themselves. When Adam pulled out, his cum dribbled down her inner thigh. She collapsed on the bed. Adam collapsed next to her, pulling her into his chest. He covered her with his wing.

“So how was that? Great, right?”

(Name) laughed. “Not that your ego needs to be stroked any more but yes, it was pretty great.”

“I told you, I’m the fucking Dickmaster.”

#hazbin adam #adam x reader #hazbin alastor #hazbin angel dust #hazbin charlie #hazbin husk #hazbin vaggie #hazbin vox #hazbin hotel #hazbin lute #x reader #oneshot #oneshots #helluva boss asmodeus #hazbin lucifer #hazbin sir pentious #hazbin niffty

[king--of--ducks]

I am Lucifer Morningstar, King of Hell, sin of Pride!

🍎I am Lucifer Morningstar, but you can call me Luci’ or even Apple Daddy if you wish~🍎

🍎I have a daughter named Charlotte, but everyone calls her Charlie. And if anyone hurts her, well, I’ll fucking wipe them out. This is my game, I’m the ref!🍎

🍎Charlie has informed me that I, apparently, have fans on the internet? And I figured if there are people who love me out there, might as well talk to them! Take that depression!🍎

🍎No spamming walls of text/emojis in my ask!🍎

OOC:I have no association with Vivziepop or her characters, this is just an obsessed fan being bored and goofing off. Things will most likely be out of character at times, I’m just kinda having fun with this.

I also decided to edit my pinned post to add this bit. This blog has been covering sensitive topics lately such as sh, ed, sui, and more. If you are not comfortable with this, I try to tag the posts to the best of my feeble minded capabilities, but that is content you can find here, so be warned.

I have a Discord server

Oh wow, it’s lore!

The Morning(star)

The Scars of an Angel

A Brush with Death

The Blue-Gem series

The Blue-Gem series(2)

The Blue-Gem series(3)

The Blue-Gem series(4)

The Blue-Gem series(5)

Mod—

@sockmanduckman

Circle of role players—

Same mod—

@moxxies-wife—Blitzø’s employee #1

@mammon-money-maker—Nuisance

@wally-wackfords-wacky-blog—Blitzø’s old chum

Family—

@charlie-morningstar666–My beautiful little girl!

@the-moth-ex-angel—Soon to be daughter in law!

@alyxdefoisnthere—Bad sleep schedule daughter.

@damian-morningstar—Son

@headlessdeaddancer—My (step-)son!

@mcalastor—fiancé Freaky ass bitch.

@god-the-lord—My father has Tumblr?!?!

@bigdoginthesky—Another dad

@theholymessenger—Gabriel

@theholyhealer—Raphael

@michael-the-morningstar—Michael

@heavenly--knight—Another Michael?!?!

@ask-the-archs—2 for 1

@featheryhoe—King of Lust

Other—

@blitztheoissilent—Blitzø (formerly @blitz-horsie-enthusiast and @blitz-the-o-is-silent)

@logical-imp—Blitzø’s employee #2

@ducky-loyal-servant-of-lucifer—Cure for depression

@xxsmilingdeerxx—Freak

@radio-demon-on-the-air—Freak *2

@fizzythefrog—Blitzø’s bestie

@blue-gem-overlord—Ripoff Lapis

@heavens-gatekeeper—Petah!!!!

@king-mammon—Another Mammon

@the-original-dickmaster—My best friend

@the-exterminator—Adam’s petty ex

@lute-head-exterminator—Adam’s petty ex*2

@bad-boy-lover—Niffty

@nifftyhasaknife—Niffty*2

@penguinmaster9999—T and pals

@deadbeatbartender—Husker

@sober-husker—Husker*2

#hazbin #hazbin hotel #lucifer #lucifer hazbin #lucifer hazbin hotel #lucifer morningstar #hazbin hotel lucifer #lucifer magne #hazbin lucifer #roleplay #hazbin roleplay #hazbin hotel roleplay #hazbin ask blog #Apple Sauce:Original Posts #pinned post #pinned intro #king--of--ducks

[madaqueue]

Practice Makes Perfect | Chapter 13

synopsis: you and yuji have been best friends basically as long as you can remember, and you made a promise to each other to stay friends and help each other be the best versions of yourselves for your future partners. but will things change when yuji finally starts looking for a relationship?

pairing: yuji itadori (18+) x f!reader

themes/content: modern college au (characters aged up to 18+). language, smut. kissing, hair pulling, fingering, oral (f and m receiving), sex. 18+, MDNI

word count: 2.3k

a/n: the finale!!! it's been real you guys :') hope you enjoy <3

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Yuji leans over you, pink hair tickling the top of your forehead as he brings his lips to brush against yours, his breath hot against your skin as he awaits your answer.

You swallow, trying to figure out what to say, but before your mouth can move, you feel heat building between your legs. He tilts his head to the side, grin transforming into a smirk. “What, can’t get your thoughts out, pretty? C’mon, you know how much I love when you use your words,” he teases.

He’s so close to you now, his padded fingertips tracing your skin, the feeling making you nervous for some reason as a mix of sweet butterflies and sinful desire grows inside of you. “Y-yes,” you stutter out.

“Yes what?” he whispers against your mouth.

“Fuck me,” you breathe.

You feel his lips pull wider into a full smile before they press into yours. He moves his teeth around your bottom lip and gently bites as you sigh into his mouth. His tongue moves past your lips and glides over yours. The hand that was drawing circles along your hip moves down to the waistband of your pajama shorts. Your hands move down to tug them off, tossing them across the room.

Yuji lets out a quiet laugh against your lips at the movement, loving how well you anticipate his thoughts without having to even say anything. Moving his fingers lower, he traces over your clothed cunt, feeling the wet spot in your panties that slowly formed beginning the first moment he placed his hands on your skin.

“Wow, s’wet for me already, sweets?” he teases between kisses.

“You wanna play that game?” you taunt. Without separating your lips from his, you reach a hand down his torso, over the waistband of his sweats, and down until you feel the bulge straining against his pants. His cock twitches as your fingers caress over it through the soft cloth, causing Yuji to whine into your mouth.

“That’s what I thought,” you chuckle against him.

Suddenly he shifts so he’s fully on top of you. He pulls away from your lips and you open your eyes, only to be met with his half-lidded brown ones above yours. Now between your legs, he slowly thrusts his hips up so his cock drags against your pussy. The sensation makes your eyes flutter closed and back arch, even through two layers of fabric. A soft, “F-fuck,” leaves your lips as you try to grind your hips back against him, desperate for more.

He moves so his mouth settles into that spot between your jawline and ear, the one he knows you love, as he whispers, “Not so cocky now, are we?” He tries to hide how his voice shakes, the sensation of you moving against him threatening to send him over the edge before he has even begun.

Briefly pulling your skin between his teeth, he sucks just enough to leave a pretty bruise on your neck. Letting everyone know you’re his. The thought alone makes his cock twitch and he moans, bucking his hips up against you.

The realization sets in that if he keeps moving like this, he’ll finish before he’s able to do anything for you. Pulling away from your neck he shifts his eyes to your face. Your eyes blink open to look at him, your cheeks flushed as you bring one hand up to rest in his hair. The feeling makes him melt into your touch, but he knows he can’t stay here forever. His eyes trace down your body, landing on the soaked panties still covering your sex. He bites his lower lip as his gaze moves back up to meet yours and you nod, knowing what he is asking.

His eyes light up at the shared understanding and he repositions himself with his head between your thighs. He slides your panties down your legs before returning his sights to the beauty before him. Your bare cunt, glistening with how wet you are, your perfect folds and-

“Yuji,” you whisper, pulling him out of his thoughts.

His eyes flit up to yours and he grins before diving into your pussy. He laps up your essence, moaning softly into your wet skin. “S’sweet, s’good,” he murmurs to himself, tongue tracing up and down you.

He brings one hand off the bed, slowly applying pressure to your entrance before sliding it in. You let yourself moan, knowing he likes it, as your back arches slightly off the bed. Another finger goes into you as he begins curling them toward your sweet spot. Flicking his tongue over your clit, he latches his lips around you and gently sucks at the sensitive bud.

Tension builds in your stomach as you feel yourself getting close, the rhythmic pulsing of his fingers inside you combined with the roughness of his tongue becoming too much for you to bear. Your grip on his hair tightens, eyes closing.

“Yuji, I’m gonna-” The words cut off as he suddenly brings you to your first orgasm. Your thighs try to close around him but his hands hold your shaking legs apart. You feel yourself clenching around his fingers as you ride the blissful high.

As you return to your senses, there is only one thought in your mind: you need more.

Yuji sits back at the end of the bed, grinning at you with pride. As you open your eyes, you feel the deep desire, the need, within you growing. You lean up on your forearms to steady yourself before slowly crawling forward towards him, eyes locked on his lips.

“That was pretty damn good, don’t ya think?” he says, almost laughing before his eyes suddenly meet yours. Your wide pupils, flushed cheeks, and slow breathing make him gulp. He has no idea what he’s in for.

“Off,” you state, glancing down at his sweatpants, now adorned with a slight damp spot from his precum. He takes in a breath at your sudden forcefulness before immediately ripping them off and throwing them across the room, allowing his cock to stand fully erect.

You place a hand on his chest and gently push him down against the bed before shifting your weight back so your face is aligned between his legs. The sight of his dick makes your mouth water - the slight flush of his tip, the drops of precum glistening, the veins that cover his length - it’s all so perfect. Looking up at him, you slowly open your mouth and stick out your tongue, allowing the saliva that had been building in your mouth to slowly drip down. It hits Yuji’s tip as he hisses from the sensation, closing his eyes momentarily.

Lowering your head down slightly, he once again reaches his hands up to gather your hair and hold it above your head. You smirk - you even remembered a hair tie today, but you say nothing. Tongue still out, lips parted, your mouth finally reaches his cock. You swirl around his tip for a moment before closing your eyes and taking his entire length down your throat at once. The sudden feeling of your warmth around him makes him moan, forcing his hips up off the bed involuntarily. Your eyes water at the additional pressure, but you know you can take it.

Pulling back slightly, you take another breath in before plunging your head back down. Yuji seems to control himself better this time, but you can still feel his cock beginning to twitch against your tongue as you move up and down him.

“H-hey,” he whispers softly. You hear him, but you can’t stop, addicted to the feeling of him knocking against the back of your throat. Suddenly, you feel a tension at the back of your head as Yuji pulls your hair, yanking you off his dick with a pop from the suction you had created. You whine at the mixture of no longer having him inside your mouth and at the rough sensation of him pulling you. He holds you so you can look him in the eyes and he takes in the sight of you: pupils unfocused, mouth hanging open in a loose smile, with a mix of drool and precum slipping out the corners of your lips. The sight makes him somehow impossibly harder. “I-I’m gonna cum if you keep doin’ that, sweets,” he murmurs.

You pout in response, knowing you would struggle to form words at this point. He chuckles at your reaction. “I know, I know, but remember, there’s something we’ve gotta do first,” he says, leaning back over you, a smirk forming on his lips. “I still want to fuck you.”

His hands release your hair and instead move to take your top off, lifting it over your shoulders with ease. He then places his palms against your ribcage and gently pushes you onto your back as he moves himself on top of you. One hand steadies himself on the bed while the other reaches down to his base, aligning himself with your entrance.

“You lemme know f’I’m goin’ to fast or too slow, okay?” his words starting to slur together from desire. All you can do is nod eagerly as you look up at him. You sense his need, too, through his half-lidded eyes that refuse to look away from your lips.

He presses into you slowly, stretching your walls around him as his tip enters you. He groans from the sensation. “Fuck, s’wet, s’warm,” he breathes.

Pausing for a moment to ensure that you’re okay, he glances down at you as your cunt clenches around him, demanding more.

“Please Yuji,” you whisper, “please.” The two words were the only ones echoing in your mind, the only thing you can think of is your need for him.

Continuing again, he slowly moves further into you. The feeling of him stretching you, expanding to fit him perfectly, nearly brings him to the edge. But for you, it’s not enough. You arch your back as you move your hips up, trying to fill yourself with him. Yuji falls forward at the sudden warmth along his length, catching himself with his forehead against your shoulder. With one final movement of his hips, he bottoms out. The feeling of him fully inside you, fully yours, is almost too much for the poor boy as he rests against you, shaking, trying not to finish from his first thrust.

“Yuji?” you whimper.

“Mhm?” he hums against you, still not able to lift his head from your shoulder as he attempts to steady his breathing.

“Faster, please?”

He grits his teeth at your pleas. He can do this; he has to do this, for you.

Moving his hips back he drags himself out of you, eliciting a moan as you tilt your head back into the pillows beneath you.

Suddenly, his hips lurch against you, his pelvis hitting the skin between your legs as he thrusts his full length into you. A soft scream leaves your throat as you move your legs off the bed to wrap around the back of his torso, his back warm against your calves.

Your eyes blink open for only a moment before you feel his lips crash into yours, his mouth open immediately as his tongue swipes against you. You part your lips in response as your tongues glide against each other. He pulls out and pushes in again, this time causing him to moan into you.

Finding a steady pace, he continues the circular motion of his hips as he presses his cock in and out, your legs holding him in place against you. The heat of your bodies, bare chest against bare chest, builds between you as you breathe into each others’ mouths through the kiss.

You feel so full, so full of Yuji, so full of love, so full of everything. Each thrust ignites flames inside you, burning hot in the pit of your stomach. The pressure becomes too much to handle.

You pull away from his lips for a moment. “Yuji,” you moan, “I’m close.”

“I know, sweets, me too,” he mutters against your lips.

His movements become sloppy, imprecise, driven purely by physical need. His cock pushes up deeper and deeper inside you and you feel yourself getting closer and closer to sweet release.

It hits you. You throw your head back against the pillows as your vision goes black. Your pussy fluttering around Yuji’s cock sends him over the edge with you, thick ropes of cum painting your insides white. It’s impossible to distinguish the origin of the moans filling your room as you both soar to ecstasy. Shaking, screaming, you both grip tightly to each other as wave after wave of pleasure hits you.

Finally, your breathing slows and you feel the weight of Yuji’s body pressing against yours, his head buried into the crook of your neck. His hips have stilled but his breathing is still ragged against your skin. Reaching your hand up you gently twirl his hair around your finger, the action making him shiver in your embrace. Both of you lay there for a while, panting, bodies intertwined as the silence of the room wraps around you.

Eventually Yuji lifts his head up, resting his forehead against yours, both slightly damp with sweat, as his eyes meet yours. His sweet, soft brown eyes, so full of love as he gazes down at you: his treasure, his one and only. He tilts his head down, softly placing his lips against yours.

“I love you,” he whispers.

“I love you, too,” you respond, bringing your other hand up against his cheek, rubbing your thumb against his flushed skin.

This is what it was all for. This, this moment, is perfect.

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#q writes #practice makes perfect #me when writing the last line: 'holy shit they said the name of the show!' #thank you all for reading this series it was so fun to write and i hope you enjoyed it :') #yuuji itadori x reader #yuuji itadori #yuuji x you #yuuji x reader #yuuji x y/n #yuuji itadori x you #yuuji itadori x y/n #yuji itadori x reader #yuji x reader #yuji itadori #yuji x you #yuji x y/n #yuji itadori x you #itadori x you #itadori x reader #jjk #jjk fanfiction #jjk fic #jjk fanfic #jjk x reader #jjk x you #jujutsu kaisen #jujutsu kaisen x reader #jujutsu kaisen x you #jujutsu kaisen fanfic

[satrs]

Can’t feel my face - bllk x fem!Reader N°11

WORDCOUT; 3.2k

TAGS; unprotected intercourse. getting caught in the act(Mhm oh yes another cockblocker). angstttt muhauaha. oral (fem!receiving) AGAIN, bc I want too.

You stepped out to the loud event, eyes crinkling at the shrill voices and bright lights, sneaking your way up to the club as quick as you could.

As you conquered the last set of stairs, a familiar face stood right before you, hand holding out for yours. As you glanced up, you came face to face with Barou. You were perplexed by his action, taking his hand regardless. He leads you around some corners into an empty room, in what seemed to be some kind of staff lounge. It was comfortably quiet in there, and the lights were just as comforting for your eyes. “You’re not in the ring today?” You began to stir up a conversation, taking a seat on the couch in the middle of the room, eyeing the man. He just shook his head no, walking up to the fridge and coming back with two puddings, handing one out to you, “Want one?”

You took it with a thank you, unboxing the pudding while Barou seated himself right next to you, handing you a spoon. You both ate in silence, unsure of what to talk about. The last time you saw him was him diving between your legs, pulling out a mind-numbing orgasm out of you. So how the hell could you possibly find a casual topic to talk about right now?

“You really like munching on pudding, huh?” You said, punching yourself mentally for it. He scooped up his last spoon of pudding, drowning it in one go as he looked at you, and you swore, you almost jumped at him right there and then at the sight of the smirk adoring his usual grumpy features.

“We both know by now that I don’t only like munching on pudding.” This made you silent, attention back on your pudding as he huffed out a laugh at himself, licking up some of the remaining pudding over his lip. „Tch. So you really are all bark but no bite, huh?“

This made you turn, brows furrowed in offense. “Fuck, do you mean?” This earned you another smirk and hell, if he did this one more time, you will most definitely jump on top of him.

"Stop that. I know what you're trying to do." This made the man's eyebrow raise, acting innocent. "Oh? Well, what am I doing?" You huffed out an annoyed breath, looking around the room before returning your attention to him.

"You're trying to fuck me, Shoei."

【☆】★【☆】

It all happened way too quick, pieces of clothing long forgotten on the floor, sweat emerging from your bodies, painting your skin in a glistening tone. Your ragged breathing filled the staff room, drowning out the muffled music from the outside.

Barou's hair were disheveled and all over the place from your greedy fingers tugging on them as his head was buried in your neck, taking in your mesmerizing scent.

"You're driving me crazy, for fuck's sake." His almost animalistic groan followed with a punctured thrust of his hips up into yours, your hands clawing into his shoulders as your back arched into his touch.

Your quick movements caused the leather of the couch to creak, clapping sounds embracing the room. "Just like that. Oh, fuck!" Your words only egged him on, eager to please you.

Your sinful sounds turned louder in volume as the both of you neared your release, unable to notice the creaking of the door.

"Oh wow, Y/N."

The loud and sarcastic voice were accompanied by hands clapping together in applause, causing the both of you to quickly turn your attention to the person in horror.

At almost lightning speed, you crawled off of the man's lap as you noticed the bright red locs, plopping down next to him while trying to cover yourself up with your hands and some of the clothing near you. "Sae can't you fucking knock? What the hell?"

Barou too was in no better mood, expression turning sour as he himself covered up, curses leaving his lips. Could this bastard not wait 5 minutes longer? He was so damn close.

The red haired male only scoffed at your loud and scolding voice, eyes twitching in jealousy. "Why cover up? There's nothing that I didn't already see."

Your frustrated groan was followed by an abrupt movement of yours, standing up to collect your clothing, careful to not show any more naked skin than necessary.

You made your way to the restroom that was at the far back of the room, stomping off in terror.

"There you are, Shoei!" Another familiar man stepped through the door, his hetrocronomic eyes focused on the naked man trying to cover himself up with a pillow next to him. "Why are you - nope, don't answer that. Get dressed, we got shit to do." Oliver turned around to give him some privacy, scrolling through his phone to slack off sometime.

Curse after curse flew past the long haired man's lips, close to polish the both men's faces. "I'll beat the both of you up, trust."

The both of them ignored him, especially Sae who headed off to the restroom where you disappeared into, ignoring Oliver's questions and Barou's threats. "What's up with you, genius?"

Barou took his stance to answer, now dressed in boxers as he threw on his shirt. "I'll never forgive you for that. You heard me, old hag?" Oliver only scoffed in return, annoying the man even further. "Why so grim? Did we interrupt you, finally getting some pussy after god knows how long?"

Oliver's sly smirk soon washed off his face when Barou shot him a threatening glare, understanding that he really did interrupt his trainee. "Sorry man." Barou stomped past him, whole mood ruined. "Fuck you."

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Sae leaned against the restroom door, eyes following your figure moving to the mirror, adjusting your appearance with a frown on your face. As you noticed his heavy sigh, you clicked your tongue in return, glaring at the young man. "Don't even say shit."

Sae took this a challenge, moving closer to you as a slight smirk creeped up his face with every step he took, looking down at you as he stood before you, whispering his next words in a teasing manner. "Shit."

Your grip on the sink tightened, closing your eyes in an attempt to collect yourself. "C'mon, there's no way I could've known you're going down on that old geezer. And Barou not to mention."

You paid him no mind, grabbing your lipstick out of the purse as you fixed your makeup. "Y/N. You know I hate being ignored."

Your pity laugh motioned the man to wrap his arm around your waist, standing behind you as he leaned down to your level, looking at you through the reflection of the mirror. "I know you better than they do."

His hand came up to your face, thumb wiping some of the color you overdrew on your lips away, the next words coming out in a low voice. "You know that as well as I do, baby."

You slapped his hand away, heading off to the door. "Maybe you do." You stopped right before the door to spare him a last glance, his hands in his pockets as he awaited for you to continue. "But we're not together. Or are we, baby?"

He didn't like that you mocked him one bit. Of course, he knew that he had feelings for you, and he wanted you for himself. The sight of Oliver and later Barou laying their hands on you tasted bitter on his tongue, jealousy eating him up from the inside.

But he just can't do it. He can't tell you that his feelings are mutual to yours, as scared of showcasing his vulnerable side. "You know it's not that easy-" "Are we or not, Sae?"

Yes. Yes you are. He loves you, you love him, you've known each other for years, getting intimate with each other numerous times, the question always lingering in the air but none of you dared to speak it out loud. Until now.

His lips formed a thin line, eyes flickering between your features before looking away. "No."

You huffed out a breath, nodding your head in disappointment as you turned back to the door, opening it as you stepped through, not sparing him another glance. "That's what I thought."

Your heart filled with disappointment at his answer. The both of you knew your feelings for each other, and it was crystal clear to you that you had some special place in his heart. But why won't he admit it? Why was he afraid to tell you about his feelings? You were both confused and heartbroken, moving through the crowds of people to the bar, to drown out your thoughts with so liquor.

"Hello gorgeous." You drowned another drink as you saw familiar purple orbs stare at you, a charming smile on his features. Reo took a seat next to you at the bar stool, head in his hand as he inspected your lonely form. "Fun without me?"

You couldn't muster to return him a nice smile in return, expression dull as you placed down your empty glass. "I'm not in the mood right now, Reo."

His smile soon disappeared from his face, switched out with a concerning expression, moving closer to you by wrapping his arm around your shoulder in an attempt of comfort. "What's wrong, pretty girl?"

"I don't want to talk about it." You slowly moved his arm from your shoulder, standing up to head back to your personal workroom. "Besides, my break is over now."

A sad look adored his handsome face, a small pout visible on it as you disappeared into the crowd of people. "What's up with her?" He didn't say it to anyone specifically, earning an answer from the bartender anyway. "She's pissed." Reo looked up at Barou, a questioning look on his face as he awaited for him to continue- to no avail. He decided to take matters into his own hands and go question you himself.

He stepped into your workspace, your back turned to the door, soon turning at the sound of it, a surprised look on your face. He chuckled at that, legs taking him to your seat, leaning against the leather lie. "What's on your mind, pretty?"

"It's nothing. Just a headache." He scoffed at that, shaking his head in disbelief. "C'mon, Y/N, It's clearly more than that." Your gaze shifted to him, lips forming a thin line in the process. He patted the empty space beside him in return, earning a hesitant look from you. "Don't worry, no fights right now. You can relax some more."

You stood up at that, seating yourself next to him as you let out an exhausted sigh. "I'm sorry. You didn't look for someone who's drinking on duty, huh?" Your weak chuckle almost made his heart break, quick to hush you by placing his hand on your cheek, thumb caressing it. "Nonono what are you talking about? You're clearly in a bad mood. You can go home right after you tell me what's up with you, yeah?"

You nodded, biting the inside of your cheek, unable to know where or how to begin. "My whole day was kind of... a rollercoaster. First, everything is fine and then, boom-" A sigh erupted from you. "Not just my day, but my whole life is a mess. Everything is just- I don't know what to do anymore Reo. I'm confused."

He hummed in understatement, thinking of the right words to express his sympathy. "How about you call it a day, hm?" You nod your head in agreement, ready to stand up and grab your stuff to leave, only to be halted by his grip on your arm, confusion adoring your face. "Stay at mine tonight."

Your protests fell on deaf ears. "I'll let your car brought to my place by the morning. I can't possibly just leave you in that state." You stayed silent, still trying to disagree. "I don't want to bother you." He let out a loud laugh at that, shaking his head in disagreement. "Bullshit. See it as our planned date."

He finally got through you, earning a content nod from you. Reo jumped to his feet in a joyful manner, leading you straight out the backdoor to his car, heading off to his home.



【☆】★【☆】

"I'm still impressed every time I see this place." He chuckled in return, asking if there is anything he could do for you. At first, you waved him off, but then the thought of a shower didn't sound that bad.

"Although, I could use a shower." He was quick to lead you to the massive master bathroom, your mouth hanging open as you admired the breathtaking bathroom. "Feel free to use whatever. I'll get you a robe." You nodded without tearing your gaze off of the room, the man returning you a chuckle at that before vanishing out of the room.

You began to undress yourself, heading to the shower as you carefully tested the temperature, stepping inside as you let the warm water envelope your body, a content sigh leaving your lips.

You opened your eyes in curiosity at the sound of the door opening, head peeking out of the shower to look at the source of the sound. You came to face with a perplexed Reo, clearing his throat as he caught a glimpse of your silhouette through the matted glass.

"You wanna join or what?" you teased, earning a nervous chuckle from the man. "Just wanted to drop off the robe." With that, he slowly inched near the shower, concentration on his face in an attempt to not peek at you through the small slit.

Biting your lower lip, your hand sneaked out of the shower, a wet hand taking a hold of his, earning a surprised yelp in return. Your hand caressed his arm in a sexual manner. "I'm serious, Reo."

His adam's apple throbbed as you revealed some of your body, gulping at the sight of your naked skin. "Hop in, golden Boy." kicking off his slippers, stepping fully clothed into the shower, lustful eyes eating up the sight before him.

Lips smashing onto yours, hands creeping to the back of your thighs, lifting you up as you instinctively wrapped your legs around his waist. The kiss was aggressive, teeth and tongue clashing against each other as his hands grasped the fat of your thighs, hot breath against your mouth as his bangs stuck to his forehead, eyes flickering between your eyes and lips frantically.

"You want this?" You clicked your tongue playfully, chasing his lips again, a needy sigh escaping you, causing him to growl into your mouth, tenderly setting you back on your feet as he turned off the water, scattering open-mouth kisses to your body. His lips soon attached to your neck, tenderly sucking on the flesh, pulling angelic sounds out of you.

"No marks." Your hand grasped his purple locs, trying to tear him from your neck, earning an annoyed growl in return. He hated the fact that he didn't have you for himself, to show you off.

He could provide you with anything, can't you see? Why not step into his life and let him treat you right?, the way you deserve to be? His mind was clouded, only you in mind as he kneeled down, not caring about being soaking wet in his clothes, lips peppering kisses onto your belly, inching closer to your heat, as your hand sneaked into his wet locs, tucking them as his hands slowly spread your legs.

His eyes sparked at the sight of your glistening folds, hand itching to touch it. As he swiped his fingers through your folds, he had to bite down on his lower lip to contain a moan from slipping out. “Perfect, so perfect, so pretty.”

In an instant his mouth was on your lower lips, his tongue dwelling in the essence of your juices, grunting against your heat as he motioned you to throw one leg over his shoulder.

He could die like this, face buried in your cunt, his nostrils filled with your scent alone, fingers digging half-moons into your thighs as he lost himself in the heat of your cunt.

His intense movements caused you to gasp, mouth hanging open as he drew you to your orgasm faster than you’ve ever had, the grasp in his locs tightening as your legs locked around his head, ragged breathing filling the shower as you threw your head back against the cold tiles, eyes screwing shut.

You looked down, only to be met with his gaze already, his eyes intensely studying the expressions he drew out of you. „So close, so so close. Please don’t stop.“

And with one last flick of his tongue, you came, him eagerly lapping up every single drop of your juices, causing your legs to shake because of the overwhelming pleasure as sinful sounds fled from your tongue, face twisting in pleasure.

You were threatening to fall victim to your buckling legs, strong arms holding you before you were about to fall. "Don't go bankrupt on me now." He chuckled, arms sneaking behind your body to turn on the water, your ragged breathing heavy on his neck, making his mind hazy.

One weak arm took a hold of his, earning his attention. "I got it from here, Reo." Your words made him pout in disappointment, earning a giggle from you. "How about you go and change? You're soaking wet and still fully clothed. That gotta be unbearable."

It was his turn to chuckle, lips planting a kiss to the corner of your lips, surprising you. "I can take anything when it's for you." Your face twisted into a sour expression, a loud laugh echoing through the bathroom. "Too much?" your nod gave it right away, another laugh ringing from the man's throat as he stepped out, heading to his room.

His funny walk made you peek out the shower, giggling at the sight. He craned his head into your direction, hands busy with getting his second skin off of his body. "I know you're tired and all, but, head to the Veranda." He took one towel from the shelf, rubbing his wet locs dry.

"What about you?" A confused look adored his features, head slightly tilting to the side. "Me? Forget about me, tonight is all about you."

Your heart swelled in your chest at his words, wordlessly disappearing behind the shower. He truly did treat you like a princess, even putting his own needs in second place. So there is more to Reo Mikage than just his money.

Reo was almost walking with jumps between his steps, drying himself up and changing as fast as humanly possible, stumbling into his pants as he made his way to the Veranda.

Reo was no dumbass, he knew what the others did with you already, he had his eyes and ears everywhere after all. But that didn't concern him. What if they had their turn with you? And what if Sae and you had some connection between the both of you? That all didn't matter to him because he was fairly confident in winning you over. He was Reo Mikage, nothing he wanted and longed for was out of his reach.

He didn't have you just yet, but he had you for tonight. So he'd make the most of it to make you craze over him, just like he does over you.

🏷️; @seiamor

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TTT Series: Tzuyu Tops Twice

Chapter 1-1: Mina Arc; Best Friend's Wife

tags/ genres/ warnings (This work of fiction contains the ff: Cheating (NTR), g!p dom Tzuyu, It will get more depraved in the later chapters... Enjoy!)

Tzuyu shuffled into the kitchen, her eyes heavy with sleep, the remnants of a restful night still clinging to her. It was the start of their month long break from schedules, thus she had every intention of surprising her wife Sana and her unnies with a delicious breakfast.

*Yawn*... "I wonder what she'd like today. Hmm maybe some jeon... Or omurice..." she murmured, her thoughts drifting lazily as she rubbed the sleep out of her eyes.

Just as she entered the kitchen, her gaze fell upon her Mina unnie, who stood there in nothing but a tank top and shorts, radiating domesticity as she hummed to herself while preparing a meal for her wife Chaeyoung.

Tzuyu couldn't help but sigh wistfully, captivated by the sight of Mina's effortless grace. "Wow... she looks like the perfect wife right now," She thought to herself as she leaned by the door, her eyes tracing the curve of Mina's plump ass, perfectly accentuated by the tight fabric of her shorts.

Fuck, look at that ass. So round and perfect. I just want to bury my face in it, bite and spank it till it's red and raw.

The way it swayed with every movement sent a shiver down Tzuyu's spine, filling her mind with sinful thoughts.

God, I can't tear my eyes away. I want to squeeze those ass cheeks till she moans for more.

Her gaze then trailed down to Mina's succulent thighs, soft and inviting, begging to be touched and caressed. The way they peeked out from beneath the hem of her shorts, smooth and creamy, made Tzuyu gulp and her breath hitch.

As her eyes continued their exploration, they settled on Mina's ankles, slender and delicate, leading down to her heels. Tzuyu couldn't help but imagine running her hands along those silky ankles, feeling the subtle arch and curve beneath her fingertips.

Instantly, her cock stirred to life, hardening at the intoxicating sight.

Oh fuck, I need release. I need those ass cheeks bouncing on my lap, those thighs wrapped around me, those bare feet flailing above her head as I fuck her senseless.

Her hand instinctively reached down to give her throbbing member a squeeze, a futile attempt to quell her growing desire. "Mmm... fuck, Tzuyu, stop," she scolded herself internally. "This is so wrong. She's your best friend's wife, for fuck's sake. And you have Sana." Tzuyu's brows furrowed and her mind raced, desperately trying to regain control over her raging hard-on.

Just as she snuck one last peek, Mina bent down to retrieve something from the sink, giving Tzuyu a full view of her ass-etsand a peek of her slit; Tzuyu's restraint shattered completely.

"Fuck it..." With an impulsive burst of raw desire, she wrapped her arms around Mina from behind, embracing her tightly, burying her nose in Mina's hair, breathing her scent wantonly. Mina, assuming it was Chaeyoung, leaned into the embrace, only to be met with the realization that the person holding her was much taller than her wife.

Confusion laced Mina's voice as she stammered, "T-Tzu? W-what are you doing?"

Tzuyu remained silent, relishing the scent of Mina's neck as she shamelessly ground her cock against Mina's enticing ass. A low, needy moan escaped Tzuyu's lips, sending shivers down Mina's spine.

"Mmmm, Mian~ I couldn't resist, Mina unnie," Tzuyu admitted, her voice dripping with lust. "You just looked so fucking delectable in these shorts that I... mmm~ lost control. Uhh~" Each word was punctuated with a throaty moan, her hot breath ghosting over Mina's neck.

Mina's voice wavered with a mix of uncertainty and arousal as she pleaded, "Mmmm, T-Tzuyu, w-wait please. I-it's me, your Mina unnie... your best friend's wife. D-don't do this."

"Don't do what, unnie? I'm not doing anything too...dirty, am I?" Tzuyu's voice dripped with innocence, a stark contrast to the sinful thoughts she's having right now. She pressed her lips against Mina's neck, planting a trail of hot kisses along her nape.

"Uhh~" The sensations overwhelmed Mina, her body betraying her true desires as she let out a moan that echoed through the kitchen. She quickly brought her hands to her mouth, trying to stifle any more sounds from escaping.

Oh god, what is she doing to me? I can't believe she made me moan...

"You want me to stop, unnie?" Tzuyu growled, her voice filled with an unyielding hunger. Mina let out another moan, her body betraying her true desires, as she very hesitantly nodded her head. Her brows furrowed in a mixture of pleasure and hesitation, her lips red from being bitten in an attempt to contain the sinful sounds she's making right now.

Should I stop her? No... I... Fuck, why does it feel so good? I should be stopping her. But I can't... I don't... want to.

"Then... why are you moaning so shamelessly in the fucking kitchen? Hmm?" Tzuyu teased. Her fingers trailed down Mina's legs, leaving a trail of goosebumps in their wake, as she continued her assault on Mina's neck. Each kiss, each nip, marked Mina's skin, branding her as Tzuyu's own.

O-Oh god, fuck Mina control yourself... Chae's just by the bedroom. Mmm~

"Why are your legs spreading apart?" Tzuyu's breath tickled Mina's ear as she continued. With a hard thrust, she brought Mina's hips closer, Tzuyu's bulge now firmly against Mina's ass. She could feel just how hot Mina's core is, even through her shorts. Mina's mind is getting hazy, her thoughts going haywire. Her breathing is becoming shallow and ragged.

Mmm fuck she's so hard... I want to feel her against me, inside me.

"Mmm~ most importantly... why is your ass grinding hard against my cock?" Tzuyu said with a low husky growl. Mina's eyes widened in surprise, she had never heard her maknae, the ever so sweet and innocent Tzuyu, emit such a primal sound before.

Oh fuck, I didn't even realize I was grinding against her... but... it feels so good, so right.

A wet stain began to form on Mina's shorts as she desperately tried to stifle her moans. Tzuyu's lips curled into a devilish grin as she continued her torment. She relished in the way Mina's body reacted to her touch, how her angelic face contorted with pleasure, how her breath hitches with each kiss, or how she leans back to give Tzuyu even more access to her neck.

"Fuck, unnie, you're such a mess," Tzuyu taunted, her voice dripping with desire. "Your words can lie, but your body tells me everything I need to know."

With a wicked flick of her tongue, Tzuyu traced the delicate outline of Mina's earlobe, earning another yelp from Mina. "Ahn~ T-tzuyu!... H-haawh O-oh god. N-no." She cries as she weakly shies away, her hand clamping over her own mouth even harder now.

"Tell me, unnie," Tzuyu whispered, her voice laced with mischief. "If you want me to stop, all you have to do is push me away. But I know you won't, because deep down, you want this as much as I do." Tzuyu's words were punctuated with a teasing nibble on Mina's earlobe, eliciting another sinful moan from her captive.

No, I can't want this. It's wrong. Oh god, I-It's getting harder to stand.

Mina's resistance was fading, her body betraying her desires. Her core was aching, and her breathing grew even more ragged. "Mmm~ T-Tzuyu... p-please," she pleaded weakly, her voice filled with a mixture of desperation and longing.

"Please what, unnie?" Tzuyu teased, her voice dripping with desire. "You have to be clear. Please stop? Or do you want me to keep going?"

Tzuyu's eyes sparkled with lust as she continued her assault, her fingers playfully poking at Mina's hardened nipples through her tank top. "Oh look, your nipples are poking through your top. Seems like they want some attention too, hmm?"

Tzuyu didn't hold back. She moved to tease Mina's nipples, alternating between flicks and squeeze, occasionally rolling them between her fingers. Mina threw her head back, her eyes shut tightly, as she tried to deny the pleasure coursing through her body.

Oh fuck, why is she so good at this? No wonder Sana can't get enough of her...

The wet patch on her shorts grew even larger, evidence of her undeniable arousal. Her legs subconsciously rubbed together, desperately seeking some sort of friction. Tzuyu's fingers danced along her trembling thighs, their feathery touches driving Mina wild with anticipation.

Tzuyu reveled in the sight of Mina's legs trembling, her body on the brink of surrender. The smirk on her lips grew wider as her fingers brushed over Mina's hardened nipples once more, eliciting a gasp of pleasure from her captive.

But Tzuyu wasn't done yet. With a deliberate and teasing slowness, she trailed her right hand down Mina's toned stomach, feeling the taut muscles quiver beneath her touch. Her fingers continued their descent until they reached the wet spot in Mina's shorts, evidence of her overwhelming arousal.

"Oh, you're already so wet for me, huh, unnie?" Tzuyu's voice dripped with desire as she rubbed Mina's pussy over her shorts, applying just the right amount of pressure to send shivers of pleasure coursing through Mina's body.

Mmm~ more... please m-more...don't stop, please... Mina's mind filled with a desperate plea. Her body quivered beneath Tzuyu's touch, her hips instinctively arching forward, begging for more.

Each touch of Tzuyu's fingers against the soaked fabric made Mina's breath hitch, her hips involuntarily grinding against Tzuyu's hand. The sensation was almost too much for her to handle, her body craving more of Tzuyu's touch, more of that delicious friction.

Mina stood on her tiptoes, her legs quivering with need. Tzuyu's ministrations continued, her fingers multitasking with expertise. One finger pinched and flicked Mina's sensitive nipples, eliciting a mixture of pleasure and pain, while the other rubbed Mina's pussy through her shorts, teasing her mercilessly.

A strand of drool escaped from the corner of Mina's mouth, a physical manifestation of her overwhelming desire. Tzuyu's eyes met Mina's glazed gaze, the unspoken connection between them fueling the fire within. Tzuyu's hand reaches up and grabs a fistful of Mina's hair, drawing her head back even closer. Without hesitation, Tzuyu closed the distance between them, capturing Mina's lips in a torrid kiss.

Their tongues danced and tangled, exploring each other's mouths with a hunger that was undeniable. Mina's mind raced with a jumble of thoughts and sensations.

Oh god, Chaeng never kissed me like this before... Sana, you lucky bitch. Fuck, I'm about to cum just from being kissed by my wife's best friend.

Tzuyu's eyes darkened with lust as she watched Mina's body writhe with pleasure. Her fingers danced over Mina's clit, teasing and tormenting her. The wetness seeping through Mina's shorts only fueled Tzuyu's desire, and she couldn't resist grinding her cock against Mina's ass, intensifying the sensations coursing through both of them.

Oh God somethings coming. Uhh~ Suddenly, Mina's breath became more erratic, her hips bucking more wildly. She could feel the pool of heat on her stomach about to be undone, the coil on her core about to snap.

"That's it, cum for me, Mina unnie," Tzuyu encouraged, her voice laced with desire. "Mhm, you look so pretty when you cum. Oh yeah, just like that, cum for me baby." Tzuyu's grip on her hair tightened, her grinding grew more erratic. Her fingers zeroed in on Mina's clit, pinching and rubbing it through her shorts with fervent determination, intent on bringing Mina to orgasm.

"T-Tzuyu... Fuck... I-I'm cumming... I'm cumming..."

Mina's body convulsed with pleasure, her orgasm crashing over her like a tidal wave. Her head fell back, her mouth open in a silent scream of ecstasy. The room filled with the sounds of their heavy breathing and the ruffled noises of Mina's soaked shorts.

Oh god, I can't believe how good this feels. I'm cumming... I'm cumming so hard... Tzuyu... please... don't stop...

Tzuyu continued to caress Mina's sensitive clit, occassionally kissing and biting her neck, as she rode out the waves of Mina's orgasm until her body finally began to relax. With a satisfied smirk, Tzuyu withdrew her fingers, leaving Mina breathless and panting.

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Mina's body trembled with the lingering aftershocks of pleasure as she collapsed into Tzuyu's arms. Her breath came in ragged gasps, her senses still buzzing, her head feeling light and dazed.

Tzuyu, with a satisfied smirk on her lips, brought her slick-covered fingers to her mouth, licking them clean of Mina's slick juices, all the while maintaining eye contact with her.

Mina's breath hitched at the sight, her body still tingling from the intense orgasm she had just experienced. Fuck, T-that was... I can't believe she made me cum hard with just that.

As Mina gradually came down from her high, Tzuyu released her backhug, allowing Mina to find support on the counter. Tzuyu's lips trailed kisses along Mina's flushed cheeks, her voice low and sultry as she spoke.

"See you around, unnie," Tzuyu murmured, her breath warm against Mina's skin. The hint of playful teasing in her tone left no doubt in Mina's mind that this wasn't a one time thing.

As Tzuyu left, Mina's attention turned to the mess that had been left behind. She took a deep breath, trying to steady herself, and shakily began to clean up. With each wipe of the cloth, she couldn't help but feel guilt gnawing at her conscience.

God, what have I done? I shouldn't have let myself get carried away like that... and with Tzuyu no less. Chae's best friend. Our Maknae.

Beneath the guilt however, a deep longing stirred between her thighs, craving more of Tzuyu's intoxicating touch.

Mina can't help but touch her lips, remembering how Tzuyu's lips felt against hers, how they made her feel so desired. But... but it felt so good. Her hands, her lips ... Mmm~ I can still feel the her hot breath against my skin. No! Stop. Bad Mina! Aish~ Just focus on making breakfast for your wife.

Determined to regain her composure, Mina focused on preparing breakfast for Chaeyoung. But with each slice of fruit, each stir of the coffee, her mind drifted back to Tzuyu's alluring touch, the way her hands had expertly played with Mina's nipples.

Shit, I can still feel her fingers on my nipples, Fuck... Chou Tzuyu, you're driving me insane.

Lost in her own thoughts and consumed by her insatiable lust, Mina found herself absentmindedly grinding on the edge of the table. The friction against her sensitized core sent waves of pleasure coursing through her body once again, and she couldn't help but crave for another orgasm.

Fuck, I can't stop. I want more... I NEED more.

Mina bit her lip, her need still not fully satisfied. A wicked thought crossed her mind as she carried Chaeyoung's breakfast to their shared bed. Perhaps... Chaeyoung could help her find release.

With each step, a trail of juices dripped down her thighs, a testament to her unyielding arousal. Mina's heart raced as she entered the bedroom, her eyes locking onto Chaeyoung's form lying on the bed. She couldn't ignore the pulsating ache within her, the yearning for more.

Setting the tray down, Mina's hungry gaze met Chaeyoung's sleepy one, a silent invitation hanging in the air. It was clear that their breakfast wasn't the only thing on her mind.

Chapter 1-1 End Next Chapter: 1-2 Mina Arc; Longing for Tzu

#twice smut #mina smut #tzuyu smut

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Unravel Me Series.

Chapter 2.

A/N: Ready for a little more interaction?

TW: Groping, suggestive language.

Word count: 1559

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"Wait!" my hand reaches out and gently grabs her bracelet-clad wrist. Even with the barrier of metal, I feel the tiny zap of electricity between us. Wow. Her eyebrow playfully arches as she looks down at where my hand meets her wrist and I let out a nervous giggle "uhh sorry" I pull my hand away but no doubt missing the small bit of physical contact between us. "Yes?" she asks, head tilting to the side in a curious manner. 

Be bold Y/N. BE BOLD! 

"W-would you like to join me for a drink?" I internally chastise myself for how nervous I've become, the seconds tick by and the impending feeling of rejection is beginning to surge through me.

A woman of her caliber would nev- "I'd love to." she says after what felt like an eternity of waiting. My eyes spark with hopefulness and I bite my lip to contain the excited giggle I want to release.

Her eyes travel to my lips and I notice her eyes darken a bit under the yellow-hued lights of the bar. A surge of heat travels throughout my body, starting at my ears, down to my chest, the pit of my stomach and finally landing between my legs. She looks lost in thought for a moment before shaking her head and clearing her throat.

"May I?" she gestures to the bar stool to my left and I eagerly nod in confirmation "Please." Her face flushes slightly at my choice of word and I smile to myself as she takes her seat, her leg grazing against my own, now it's my turn to flush.

The bartender stops before us "and what can I get you two lovely ladies?" she asks as she leans against the countertop, giving us the perfect view of her cleavage. My companion doesn't seem the least bit interested especially with the 'fuck me' eyes she's currently being given.

"The usual for me Rosie and for you..." "oh, umm can I have a cherry vodka sour with your bottom shelf vodka please" "give her the good stuff Rosie and put it on my tab, thanks" Rosie nods her head, slowly standing up, giving the woman to my left one last look at her ample cleavage.

I roll my eyes and blush when she catches me, a knowing quirk of her eyebrow and an absolutely delicous smirk graces her lips. Lips I want so badly to devour. I clear my throat and hold out my hand "I'm Y/N by the way" letting out a soft gasp as her hand finds its way into my own.

Her skin really is as soft as silk. "Ingrid" she rasps out. I wordlessly nod, too caught up in how good she feels against me, even if it's only something as innocent as a handshake.

"Y/N?" she rasps out and I have to refrain from shifting in my seat at her tone of voice and my name falling from those absolutely sinful lips "Hmm?" I hum, afraid my voice will betray me if I speak out loud.

"Can I have my hand back?" my eyes widen at her words and I quickly drop my hand from hers, doing the only thing I can and apologize profusely for probably coming off as a major creep. She lets out a soft giggle and I'm immediately captivated by the sound.

Rosie places the drinks in front of us "enjoy ladies" she winks at Ingrid before helping a patron three seats from my right. Gag. I turn my attention from the retreating bartender to the drink in front of me, bringing the glass to my lips I take a sip and can't help the moan that slips from my parted lips "oh my fucking god" I groan "that is the best thing I've ever tasted" I rave.

Ingrid stares at me, cheeks flushed and eyes glimmering with something that resembles want. Need? She clears her throat before taking a sip of her drink and humming in acknowledgment. "Well, I would hope it's the best thing you've ever tasted. Top shelf vodka imported from Russia itself, its two hundred dollars a glass." she nonchalantly quips.

My eyes widen at her words. I feel weird sitting here drinking a two-hundred-plus dollar drink, especially when someone else is footing the bill. As if she can read my thoughts Ingrid speaks up "Y/N, I offered to pay, I promise a couple of hundred dollars won't break my bank."

Her hand rest on my forearm, squeezing softly. I nod my head in understanding, eyes locked onto her hand resting on my arm. I absentmindedly take my bottom lip between my teeth, thinking of how her hand would feel on other parts of my body.

Ingrid's hand comes up to cup the apple of my cheek, softly caressing the skin before her thumb pulls my lip loose from its place between my teeth. I flutter my eyes close at the smell of her perfume wafting near my nose, greedily inhaling her scent. Leaning forward she presses her lips to the shell of my ear and releases a soft sigh, my skin immediately forming goosebumps.

"Don't do that" she breathlessly whispers against my ear. "W-why?" I release a breath of my own. "Because, when you do that all I can think about is how I should be the one biting your lip." she lets her lips linger against the shell of my ear.

My breath quickens at her words. I open my eyes and see she's retreated to her previous position. Her eyes are so dark they'd rival the depths of space themselves. "I-I need to go to the bathroom." I manage to squeak out. "I'll be right back." I take one more sip of my drink, savoring the very expensive vodka before grabbing my clutch.

I make eye contact with Ingrid one last time before I head to the ladies' room. Once inside I notice it's a two-stall bathroom, thankful that I'm the only one occupying the space. I do my business and leave the stall a few moments later. Heading for the sink I place my clutch down on the counter and begin to wash my hands, drying them shortly after.

I look at myself in the mirror and take a deep breath. I can't contain the smile that's threatening to break free. My first night in New York City and I've already met the woman of my dreams. What are the chances?

I hear the bathroom door open behind me before closing, my eyes making direct eye contact with a forest of greens through the mirror. I watch as she slowly turns the lock, her eyes staying glued to mine, checking for any discomfort. When I give her a slight nod in confirmation she smiles at me and I bite my lip once more.

Our gazes stay locked onto one another as she sways her hips with every step that she takes toward me. Hips that I so desperately want to grip and leave my fingerprints on. She comes up behind me, her body pressed flush against mine, the warmth of her stirs something inside of me.

I watch from the mirror as she places her lips, the ones I've been fantasizing about all night against the nape of my neck. Wet, hot open-mouthed kisses litter the expanse of my neck and shoulders.

I release a soft sigh at the way her lips skim over my exposed skin. Tilting my head to allow her to kiss along the side of my neck. "Feels good" I breathe out, caught up in the moment. Her hands grip my waist and I release a groan, one hand travels down my outer thigh to the hem of my dress, fingertips gingerly trailing upwards.

I reach down, grabbing her hand before she can get to her destination "Ingrid....I...t-there's something you should know." I stutter. "I already know." She whispers against my neck, her teeth sinking into the skin, causing me to release a hiss at the action. Her tongue soothing over the skin.

My eyes roll to the back of my head as I feel her tongue glide up my neck and stopping at my ear, her lips enclosing around my ear lobe, gently sucking. Slowly her hand resumes its mission, mine still holding hers, along for the ride.

"I bet you're so....." her hand now between the apex of my thighs, rubbing me over my lace panties "hard for me" she breathes out. I watch her in the mirror as her hand rubs my cock beneath my panties. Seeing her rub me, feeling my hand on top of hers as I feel her rub me has my mind whirling....

With lust.

Want.

Need.

Desire.

Arousal.

"Please" I beg.

"Please what?" She asks, a teasing smirk spreading across her lips as she takes in my needy state.

"Please, take me home and fuck me."

Chapter 3.

#scarlett johansson x reader smut #scarlett johansson x g!p reader #scarlett johansson x reader #scarlett johansson angst #scarlett johansson #unravel me series

[tjmystic]

FINALLY doing more writing on the things! I'm about halfway through writing a lot of smut, and then I'll be editing Steve's POV fic (cause it isn't quite at the level of Eddie's POV and needs some more connecting threads).

And here's the proof!

Eddie winks. “Don’t worry, Pretty Boy, I gotcha. Not gonna go too far.”

Fists clench the sheets next to Steve’s head, tight enough to pull the corner off the mattress. Eddie’s lungs constrict. Well, shit. Guess he’s not alone in getting worked up over this.

Preening a little, he pops the button of Steve’s jeans, works the zipper down slow. Just his fingers for now, not his teeth. That can come another time. He doesn’t wanna give his boyfriend a heart attack. And fuck, just the reminder that he might actually be able to, that Steve’s as into this as he is…

Focus, he tells himself. Not that it’s really all that difficult to bring himself back. The zipper sticks halfway down, impeded by a thick bulge in the fabric, and Eddie’s not ashamed in the least to admit that he’s drooling over it a little. Steve’s a big guy, everybody knows that. How can they not with the tight-ass jeans he insists on wearing? But he’s hard now—because of Eddie, shit, that’s still something else—and it makes a pretty sizeable difference. To think, Eddie was under the impression Steve was a show-er, not a grow-er. Looks like he’s fucking both.

With a swallow, he works the metal down the rest of the teeth, doing his level best not to graze anything with the side of his hand. It’s a tease for both of them, sure, and that’s part of the fun, but he also doesn’t wanna scare Steve off. So when he finally gets the thing all the way open, peeled back to reveal sensible blue briefs, he stops. Traces his eyes back over Steve’s scarred ribs, the dusting of hair over his pecs, the faded line around his throat, so he can look him in the face. He’s pink, panting, but at Eddie’s stare, he nods. No words necessary. Go ahead, he says without speaking.

Eddie doesn’t need to be told twice.

Hands shaking, he loops his fingers around the top of Steve’s jeans, the briefs underneath, and starts to tug.

He’s hairy here, too. Clean, but unmistakable, darker and denser than the hair on his chest. Eddie bites on his tongue where it’s stuck between his teeth. He can see the base of him now, smooth as sin, a stark contrast to the thick curls. A quick shimmy, Steve arching his back to help him out, and he sees even more. But not all of it. Not all of him. He’s almost worked the jeans down over his hips, but there’s still more to go. Down to the tops of legs. Down to mid-thigh. Damn, it just keeps going…

Then, finally, there it is.

In his head, Eddie hears it boing like a spring, fat and flushed as it recoils from Steve’s pants and slaps against his belly. That part definitely makes a sound, a real one, goddamn obscene even as quiet as it is. Just the sound of skin on skin.

He gulps.

And, like always, he fucking ruins it.

“Wow. Guess Wheeler’s not the only one packing heat.”

Steve tosses his head back. It’s his classic eyeroll, the same one he gives the kids when they’re being particularly irritating. “Could we maybe not mention my ex while you’re looking at my dick?”

“Can’t help it, performance anxiety,” Eddie mutters, but shit, he wasn’t supposed to say it. Even if it is true. He’s never been the type of alpha-male macho moron to have dick measuring contests, but even he can admit it’s cause he’d usually win. Not against Steve, though. Shit. He almost wants to pull out a measuring tape.

#both sides of the story #steddie #steddie fic #steddie smut

[sinvyrin]

becoming

i. 

Sinvyrin stood in front of a tall mirror and found himself surprised at what he saw there. There were years where he would catch his reflection and find someone who he didn't know; a paranoid caricature of a person with a jagged smile and dead eyes that never stopped watching. He grew into that reflection until it became real, as familiar as a second skin, but now the person he saw was different. 

Sin saw a man in a slim cut gray suit that nipped at his waist and a tie around his throat the color of blood. It was a man who was calm in a way that was dangerous, whose smile was tempered, but still sharp; he was less carefully curated and more confident. 

He barely recognized himself. 

“So what's the occasion?” The tailor asked as she finished taking measurements for adjustments, marking faint lines in chalk of where to pull in a hem or adjust a taper. 

“Oh, nothing yet,” Sin replied with a note of amusement, though his eyes stayed rapt on his image in the mirror. 

The tailor only laughed. “Then you better find an occasion, huh?” 

Soon, Sin thought, and touched his pocket where an unfamiliar weight had begun to settle. Soon. 

ii. 

“Do you love me?” 

He posed the question as the two of them stood over in front of the small army of mages that would soon open portals to Northrend. The last of their forces had been rallied and soon it would be time; it weighed heavy on Sin’s heart, but when he looked at Chaus’ face he struggled to find an emotion he recognized. 

Beside him, Chaus frowned. “What kind of question is that?” Once upon a time it used to be a playful response between the two; Sin was sure he could still hear it somewhere behind the cold, empty disdain, but it brought him no comfort. 

“I don't know,” Sin intoned, his confidence falling to a strange meekness. “We might not come back from this. It would be nice to know that it was all worth it.” He paused, his green eyes trailing aside as the mage’s finished their spell; through their portals, he saw nothing but ice and snow. “Has it been worth it?” 

Chaus finally fixed his attention on Sin. It wasn’t cold, but it was tired; his expression was one of a parent looking upon a child he had little patience for. “It’s only worth it if we survive,” he replied crisply. “Will we survive, Sinvyrin?” 

He met Chaus’ gaze, feeling the answer with his whole heart. “Yes.” 

iii. 

Sin liked mornings best. When they first started sharing a bed, Archelaos invariably rose before him to begin a morning return that was well-practiced before the vampire entered his life. Now Sin took joy in waking up before the old inquisitor. 

Sometimes he slipped out of bed and started his coffee for him, or made him breakfast that Sin himself could never eat; sometimes he would slither closer to Archelaos and fit their bodies together until he could convince him to sleep in. More often than not, the san’layn ducked his head under the blankets and made the old man’s rousing a much more pleasant experience. 

“It shouldn't be this easy to love you,” Sin told him once as they lay in bed, the first rays of the morning light pressing through the window’s curtains. He punctuated the thought with a kiss that started on Archelaos’ shoulder, trailing up his throat. It was more than love being easy, he knew; it made him feel whole. It made him feel sure and confident until the knife's edge between man and monster felt a line he could dance on with ease. 

“You know, I used to think so too,” Archelaos replied, and Sin made a pleased noise as he felt a warm arm curl around him and draw him closer. “Maybe it just feels easy because it’s right. Just took awhile to get there.” The old inquisitor brought the vampire toward him until he felt a cool cheek against his scarred chest and hands sliding down his sides. 

Sin’s dead eyes peered at Archelaos’ golden ones. “Has it all been worth it?” 

“Every second,” Archelaos said, and kissed him. 

iv. 

He managed to keep the facade up until the moment he left Angie in the Tower. 

The gates closed behind him as he walked into Duskwood and the world became blood and shadow. Hours of reaching through the shadowbrand to Archelaos had been fruitless, and when he tried to snap through the shadows to find the inquisitor’s location, there was nothing. It’s like he was just.. gone. 

Like Archelaos never existed. 

Sin played the moment in his mind over and over again. One minute, his hand was on Archelaos’ shoulder and the other was on Angie. He prepared a spell he knew so well he no longer needed to do anything but will it: the shadows crawled over them as the Old God inside Leshii sang it's merry song; Sin tried to concentrate, gathering as much power as he could while his frightened mind sought purchase. 

The next minute, Archelaos was gone, and he was holding an all-seeing eye in his grip. 

Sin moved through the night like a wraith, stalking through Duskwood and snapping up the innocent to drain them dry of their blood without paying any heed to the lives he ruined. He needed power. He needed strength. He needed to find Archelaos. 

It was no longer mattered if Sunvyrin alone survived. It only mattered if they both survived.

#wow: sin/arch #world of warcraft rp #this fucking rp was so spicy mfw #the idiot is learning #days since gay trauma: 0

[wh0rephobic]

okay but imagine the reader and michael met in the pizzeria and she always goes there because of the arcade and the food and at some point they start fucking in the staff rooms and William knows and hate every second of it while they always laugh and make more noise when he is at the dor shouting at them

-🌾

reader going to the pizzeria one day with a group of friends finding out that your favorite arcade game is broken!! but one of the maintenance workers is working on it for you.

“hey—sorry, how much longer until this game is gonna be ready?” you ask, watching the employee pull his head out of the back to make eye contact with you and woah.

your heart skips a beat, coming face to face with who you think is going to be the most handsomest man you’ll ever lay your eyes on. you try to play off the hint of pink painting your cheeks as his icy blue eyes stare right through you.

“oh,” he begins. “well, i’m just finishing up. shouldn’t be more than ten minutes now, love.”

love? well, that’s pretty forward for your first time meeting. but you decide to focus more on how attractive his forwardness is rather than thinking about the details. it goes well with his accent, which rolls off his tongue like a dream. you nod at his words, realizing you’re staring.

you wait patiently for him to finish, and when he finally screws the hatch back onto the game, he stands to his feet while running his fingers through his hair. you step aside to let him test the game, taking note of the heavy height difference the two of you have while his fingers push a few buttons and tap the joystick around gently to make sure it’s working properly.

“alright, done.” he steps aside to let you at it, crossing his arms with a sly smirk when he says, “now, let’s see if you can beat my high score.”

your lips part in shock, whipping your head around to look at the maintenance guy. “you’re MFA?”

MFA has been the placeholder on this game for months. you’ve been trying to beat the score for as long as you can remember, but every time you get close to it they seem to jump just out of reach. it’s been pissing you off forever.

the man extends a hand out with a nod, “michael afton, at your service.”

afton, as in the founder’s kid. you take note of that for later, shaping up a bit to not make a bad impression as you reach out to shake his hand.

you giggle. “nice to finally meet you, mr. MFA. and for your information, i’ll do just great at beating your high score, thank you very much.”

“we’ll see about that.” he twitches a brow. “come find me if the game breaks again, or if you need someone to pass a level for you.”

wow, what a tease.

“will do,”

so, that begins the war. michael watches you from afar while you try (and fail) your level, swinging your head over your shoulder and blushing when you see him laughing at you. oh, it’s on.

you start coming back weekly, spending your free time trying to beat this man at his own game. you inch higher and higher on the leaderboards, but the day that you walk in, determined that today will be the day, you see him already occupying the game… he’s doubled his score. oh, how he enrages you, growling with your fists clenched to your sides and lips pressed in a line when you growl at him.

“now, now, don’t get so frustrated love,” he taunts. “it’s only a stupid game, and we wouldn’t want any wrinkles to ruin that pretty little face of yours, would we?”

and, there it goes. there goes all of your rage, sent at light-speed down to your core at just the sound of his teasing voice. warmth floods your abdomen, michael stifles a laugh as he watched you flush, furrow only deepening in frustration. fine. if that’s how we’re going to play it…

you shrug, letting him move aside for you to get your turn at it. this time, you take it upon yourself to crouch down a little, getting closer to the screen and managing to arch your back towards him as you do, putting your perfect ass on display in those sinful skinny jeans, right in michael’s face. you let him stare, crossed arms over his chest while you play one level of the game, subtly popping your butt out whenever you jump with adrenaline, putting on a show for michael, nearly twerking in front of him. you would be if you weren’t in public. and when you finally win, you glance your head over your shoulder, hiding your chin and fluttering your eyelashes at him seductively when you hum,

“shouldn’t you be doing something?” in just the most pure and innocent tone.

grumbling, michael walks away.

and so the tables turn. no longer a rivalry of video games, but now against sexual desires as the two of you battle against each other. michael pressing his crotch into your ass whenever he needs to reach over you, you coming in wearing less and less… until finally, neither of you can take it anymore.

you lean your shoulders back against one of the shelves of the staff-only closet while michael holds the fat of your hips in a death grip, bouncing you up and down to meet his thrusts. your head is tilted back on said shelf, eyes scrunched shut with pleasure as he rams his cock into your g-spot head on.

“oh my g-god, please don’t stop!” you gasp.

“oh, yeah? you like it when i fuck you like this?” he growls.

you nod profusely.

“and what if i were to stop, hm?” he teases, pulling almost all the way out and reducing himself to slow, shallow thrusts that take all pleasure away from you. “would you finally admit that i’m the best? that i’m the champion, i’m the best player of that game?”

rolling your eyes, you pick your head up. “never.” you scowl.

it’s hard to keep your composure together when your heart is pounding out of your chest, heart and mind begging him to speed up, to just use you and fuck you senseless!

he tilts his head experimentally, watching your face as he slows his thrusts even further, pushing deeper and letting his cockhead flutter against your special spots. butterflies fly in your stomach, your eyes roll back as he just lets himself sit there and watch you shake, gently falling under his spell.

your eyes cross desperately. you whisper “f-fuck. michael, please!”

he pulls his dick away, “what was that?”

but you don’t respond. you may be a desperate whore, but you’re not ready to give up your pride… that doesn’t stop you from being pathetic, though. you roll your red face on your shoulder, looking over at michael with blown out, glossy eyes and a sad puppy expression that you know he won’t be able to resist.

“aww,” he chuckles with a soft smile, right before speeding his thrusts back up to a pace that will ruin you. “don’t worry, doll. i won’t humiliate you too much now, i’ve got to save some for later.”

but you can’t hear a thing he says. with his cock twitching against your tightening walls, you can only tilt your head back as you arch your hips into his.

“oh, oh-!” you call. “p-please, michael! fuck me like you mean it!”

“mm,” he grunts. “as you wish.”

he pulls you in further, burying his dick past your g-spot and kissing your uterus with each thrust. you grab onto a bar for support as tears prick your eyes. your lips are parted wide, letting out just the lewdest sounds over the clapping of your skin and squelches of your slick cunt. god, this closet sounds like it could be a porno. michael’s face twists in focus as his eyes glue to where his cock drive inside of you, hips meeting and your puffy clit gaps against his pelvis after every thrust. it’s perfect, he’s playing you like a video game.

“th-there, right there!” you cry. “awh, you’re gonna make me cum-m!” your whiny voice wavers as you bounce.

but just then, a loud pounding on the door stops everything. arousal dies in your stomach as you watch michael’s face run pale, hands holding both of you still as you hold your breaths.

“michael, so help me god!” a deeper british voice growls from the other side of the door. “can’t you keep it down?! this is a family establishment!”

michael’s eyes widen, and yours mirror in return while you mouth what, what?!

“that’s my father!” he whispers, and you can only utter a giggle.

using your laugh as approval, michael smiles with you before pushing your hips off of him, keeping his tight grip before pulling you back down and pushing his hips into you again. your legs spread impossibly wider as he uses you, trying it give your needy clit pure availability to his skin to grind on, dragging you closer and closer to the edge.

“oh, michael! y-you feel so good inside me, a-ah!” you moan out, arching your back more to show off the way your tits bounce as you make sure his father can hear every ounce of pleasure.

“fuck baby,” he groans. “i’m gonna fill you up good.”

there’s another pound on the door that makes you laugh into the sex. “michael!”

(MFA stands for Michael Fucking Afton)

#🍒 — let’s talk! #🍒 — michael afton #🌾 #michael afton smut

[writing-by-mimi]

MC is heavily pregnant and sitting on the couch in Dia’s room, waiting for him to come to bed. She’s currently indulging in one of her forbidden pregnancy cravings. Why is it forbidden, you ask? Unfortunately, one of MC’s pregnancy cravings is pickles; she craves the damn things so badly she’s enlisted Barbatos to hide them around the palace in every possible nook and cranny where Diavolo wouldn’t think to look, along with a spare toothbrush and toothpaste, just in case the craving hits her at an inopportune time and she has to quickly devour the pickles and then hurriedly brush her teeth to hide the evidence of her pickle sins from the poor prince. That’s why MC is there, in her and Diavolo’s shared room, stuffing her mouth full of the sour, crunchy goodness straight from the jar, before he can return to the room and be traumatized by the sight of his pregnant princess going to town on a jar of his arch nemesis. Just as MC has finished the jar of pickles (much to her dismay) and has started to tip the jar back to chug the brine, the door swings open and in walks her husband, mid sentence about some decoration or other he wanted to talk to her about adding to the nursery. The shriek of horror he let out was comical, and it took every ounce of willpower in MC’s body not to spit out the pickle juice in her mouth and double over laughing at how funny the look on his face was. “How could you?!” Dia cries, a look of shock and disgust painted on his features. MC sets the now empty jar down on the coffee table in front of her, and he takes two comically large steps back as if the jar is about to come to life and leap up off the table at him. “Dia, I can’t help it,” she whines, “I crave them so badly! It’s not my fault your children want me to eat pickles so much!” She places her hands over her comically large stomach for emphasis, laughing when his face contorts in frustration. On one hand he did feel a little bad for blaming her for her cravings, and he wanted her to be happy, but on the other hand he didn’t want those vile things anywhere near his wife and thus his children, let alone inside of her!

(Wow, this got away from me! I’m sorry for sending you a lowkey entire fic lmao. Anyway, how do you think Dia would react to his darling MC ending up with pickle cravings once she’s far enough along for cravings to develop? Do you think he’d yield to her cravings and begrudgingly accept that pickles were just going to have to be a part of his life for the time being, or do you think he’d outright ban them and then go and find whoever gave MC the pickles in the first place (probably Asmo, Barb, and the king lmaooo) and find her secret pickle stashes to get rid of them?) -🥒(is it ok for me to be cuc anon (short for cucumber)? If so I’m taking it. I would’ve taken pickle anon but there’s no pickle emoji 😒)

I love it! (And hell yes you can be cuc anon!)

Diavolo would be torn. He has saddled you with such an... "affliction". He feels guilty you want those disgusting, wretched, vile things... but yet, it is only because it is common for human women to want pickles while pregnant. You are holding his children in your womb...and for them and you...he would do anything.

Even attempt to try a pickle. He may vomit, maybe even curse...but for his beautiful pregnant Mc, her belly swollen with child...he would try so hard for you.

The thought of you being pregnant again though... cumming deep inside of you and marking you on a way no other man, angel or demon ever could... if pickels are required to breed you again... then so be it. He will deal. It's the least he can do, considering Barbatos made him watch all 26 hours of video footage of a woman delivering twins...

Letting you enjoy pickles is the least he can do for you.

#diavolo #diavolo x mc

[atonalginger]

Are you accepting asks for the fanfic writing emoji game?

💔🏆🤡✨

I am! And because my answers are long with excerpts in them today I'm going to throw it under a cut to save everyone's feeds lol!

💔 Is there a fic of yours that broke your heart?:

I talked a bit about that here but as I think on it more there is a fic I've yet to upload that when I was reading it, getting it transferred into scrivener and prepped for edits, that broke my heart and it's a WoW fic starring like all my toons...

The scene that broke my heart is centered on a human paladin, Gideon, who was being treated for wound at a druid camp inflicted by another alliance member who...gods if I explain all that we'll be here all day. He was badly wounded and then this happens

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The light of the lanterns outside shined bright, bathing the floor in light. The room was empty now except for Gideon, who sat in his bed, knees hugged to his chest, crying. Despite all the druids had done the pain in his left eye would not subside. Instead it grew, slowly changing from a dull ache to a nagging burn. Deep down he knew he should call for help, tell one of the druids of his pain, but instead he sat in darkness believing he deserved it for all his sins. He did not deserve to be helped. A voice in his head told him it was wrong for him to have survived at all. He deserved death for all he’d done. Death was the only way to atone for the lives he ended.

Two figures moved passed the door, one’s hooves clomping on the wooden floorboards. As they passed the lankier of the pair stopped, standing in the arch. Then she hurried inside, sitting on the edge of Gideon’s bed and lifting his chin gently with her ungloved hands.

The lantern light half illuminated Awiti’s face, Gideon seeing concern etched on her soft, blue face. Her warm orange eyes tugging at his heart, “What’s wrong? What are you feelin’?”

He opened his mouth to speak but nothing came out, him sputtering before folding back down, holding his face. He sobbed louder now, now afraid and embarrassed.

“Cloverhoof, bring a lamp over, will you?” Awiti called to the other druid in the hall.”

“No,” he whimpered.

“Yes,” Awiti sat him up, “is it your gut or your face?”

“Eye.”

She set to work unravelling the bandages, careful not to tug or jerk him around. Cloverhoof joined, a bright oil lamp in hand. The tauren gasped, covering his muzzle with his free hand. Green, glowing pus leaked from Gideon eye, the whole thing now black. His socket was swelling and the cut around the socket was bright red, streaks forming on his cheek.

“I thought Moonwillow touched him with nature’s cure,” Awiti looked to Cloverhoof, “there shouldn’t be any poison left.”

“It isn’t perfect,” Cloverhoof said as he sat the lamp down, “we can stop it from doing more harm. Hold him steady, I need to cleanse his wounds again.”

“Just leave me,” Gideon protested.

“No,” Awiti sounded scared, “no we be takin’ care of you.”

“I must warn you, Gideon,” Cloverhoof leaned in, hands beginning to swirl with nature magic, “this will hurt. You may lose your eye. You must stay strong.”

Gideon let Awiti lay him back into the bed, holding his head in her lap as Cloverhoof touched him with Nature’s Blessing. The pain became searing, Gideon screaming in agony as Cloverhoof bathed his body in a rejuvenating spell. The tauren dug into his belt pouch, pulling a jar filled with a milky cream that smelled like honey and dreaming glory. He hissed as the tauren coated his cut with a thick layer, his breathing becoming erratic.

“Keep strong,” Awiti stroked his head. He stared up at her with his working eye, vision blurry from tears, and saw she too was crying.

Cloverhoof touched his eye with another nature’s cure and Gideon screamed again, his vision going white before passing out.

-

I woke that back in 2020 and when I read it over a month ago I cried for that scene. Gideon had his issues up till this point but he did not deserve what he believed he did.

🏆 What's your most popular fic?:

Starborn Saga is my most popular fic by a country mile. It has double the hits from the next on the list and way more comments and kudos too. It was also my first fic uploaded to ao3 and my first time sharing my work so publicly, which made it quite overwhelming and daunting when I was in the midst of getting it edited and up.

🤡 What's a line, scene, or exchange you've written that made you laugh?:

One of those scenes I talked about here.

Another scene is from Ranger and the Deputy near the beginning. -

Delgado bobbed his head side to side, irritated with Diego’s rambling but not wanting to show it, “You ever had tequila?”

“Once. Anja got a bottle in the tavern and served it to celebrate a milestone a few years back. Everyone got a drink with a shot in it; I remember it was pretty sour,” she shook her head and sat the small glass on the table, “In New Homestead we brew vodka, rum, and gin in house. We serve it at our tavern but only the locals really drink it; the tourists all complain that it’s too harsh.”

“Harsh?” Diego lowered his hand, no longer ready to hurry the group into their first shot.

“Apparently you aren’t suppose to be able to taste them when mixed with lots of juices or soda?” Kitty shrugged, “I’m not sure. I just know that tourists will order a mixed drink and complain that they can taste it and it’s bad but…it’s fine? I mean it’s alcohol, it’s not going to taste like candy and sunshine.”

Diego threw his head back and laughed hard enough to draw attention from other tables, “Is New Homestead brewing moonshine?”

“We don’t exactly have room for a lot of extra equipment,” Kitty explained, “they could probably stand to filter the vodka a few more times, that one can make me shudder something fierce, and sometimes the gin tastes like the floor cleaner smells but again it’s alcohol, it’s not supposed to be nice, it’s meant to get you drunk.”

“¡Mierda! You poor soul,” Diego was wiping tears from his eyes, “It doesn’t have to be that bad.”

“Diego, they live under the ice,” Del reminded him, “they’re making due.”

“They shouldn’t have to, they belong to the fucking United Colonies. They aren’t some LIST settlement!” Diego exclaimed. He pointed at the salt shaker, “Okay, Kitty, you saw what I did, copy that. Once we have that we lick the salt, take the shot, and bite the lime once you swallow.”

“That seems like a lot for a shot,” she tilted her head to the side with a quizzical look.

“It allegedly makes the shot taste better,” Delgado picked up his shot and looked to Diego, “or you could just shoot it and not be a pussy about it.”

“I didn’t order your family’s tequila,” Diego shook his head, “it don’t go down smooth without it.”

Delgado held Diego’s stare for a beat and then threw the shot back unceremoniously. It did burn a bit, the aftertaste wrinkling his nose for a second, but it was fine. He sat the shot glass down and looked over in time to watch Kitty swallow and set hers down as well. She looked completely unbothered by the cheap tequila, wearing a toothy grin at Diego who grumbled about them being no fun before licking his hand, shooting his shot, and biting down on a wedge of lime. Kitty reached over and took one of the lime wedges and bit into it, clearly curious to what it might add to the taste.

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the idea that New Homestead is akin to some backwater isolated village where they are brewing just the roughest hooch because it's what they know and this young lady being so used to it just makes me grin like a silly person. Add to that the fact that Diego and Del are both former outlaws turned rangers in this fic and yet Diego is scandalized by the idea...and then way later you can see Diego's response after getting to actually try New Homestead liquor.

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"I love you, more than i should"

What could he do or not do for you? For all being labeled as an arrogant, hard worker within the whole Spiderman sector, there was something certainly about you, that wow, even he was surprised, which was, he couldn't get overwhelmed, tired, exhausted from looking at you, it was something completely new to him,

the feeling of the hair on the back of his neck standing on end, his pupils dilating at the mere sight of you, how he felt his throat closing and his lips moistening, plus a great tightening in his lower part.., he wanted to kiss her, passionately and without any breath ahead, he even wanted to leave marks on her, so that she would not be able to forget him, in his head, in his mind, in his soul, the idea of taking her beyond what is "physical" fascinated him, he found it as the greatest prize he could receive in his life, he was tied, hand and foot, heart to her, choked by the affection and sweetness he felt for her, it was pathetic how much he felt for that woman, who strangely had touched him, beyond something interpersonal, work, or platonically.

"y/n, i need to talk to you, there are too many matters that need to be talked about now. seriously."

he said in a way too serious to be normal, yes, it was known that he, particularly, was not the most gentle or affectionate man in the world, but those simple words could send shivers down anyone's spine, but simply, the girl did not take it seriously, after all.. what bad could it be?

"Out of all the multiverses, millions of spider-people, all kinds of events happening around your own reality, you're the one that surprised me the most, cariño, lo sabes?"

his voice was on point, no shaking, no slurred speech or mumbling, it was really something that the girl could only see him, in front of her, in his typical spiderman costume, that messy hair, but still cute enough to make her smile, she couldn't even hear what he was saying, or what he wanted to tell her, she was focused on his face, on his eyes, that surrounded her from side to side, wiggling, looking at her as if he was going to eat her alive, with his hoarse and raspy voice, with his muscles tensing as she looked at him, that tempting desire in her eyes, every time he laid his eyes on her body, he was grateful he wasn't a religious man, all those sinful desires would lead him to the worst, but, how bad could that be?

"you need to leave, you can no longer be part of the spider people community, I have been informed of a robbery, and you, you were the mastermind, pequeña."

your eyes widened like saucers, with a confused look directed at him, your eyebrows arched and unable to get a word out of your mouth, you really didn't have the slightest idea of what was this big robbery that you were responsible for, totally guilty, and it was just you? bullshit.

You want to scream that your dismissal was unjustified, in fact, you have never stolen anything in your life! Despite how much you want to tell miguel, the only thing that escapes your throat is a choked scream. Tears well up in your eyes, threatening to spill out at any second. You take a couple of deep breaths and decide to try to convince your superior, miguel., that you haven't taken anything. "B-but, I didn't steal anything." Your voice wavers fiercely, making it even easier to tell that you're on the verge of tears.

He scoffs despite the gentle expression on his face, "Look, you can TRY to convince me you didn't steal anything." he comes to your side, wrapping an arm around you comfortingly. At least he wasn't being a jerk to you as he dismissed you, it was actually pretty understanding behavior for him. Especially since he didn't seem angry in the least. Unfortunately, you still got out for stealing something you didn't steal, so you couldn't marvel at his kindness for long. All you could do was stare at him silently or try to choke out a response in your pitifully hesitant voice. You went with the first option. "But I know your tricks y/n.. Little by little, day by day, pulling off the greatest heist in the history of the multiverse, huh" His goofy, somewhat cute grin was back, "H-huh?" you were having trouble comprehending this whole situation, miguel dismissed you from all the spider-people for stealing something and he was proud and excited. because it was the biggest heist here? You'd think he'd be livid…..

"Oh, don't fake that poor puppy face, y/n.. You of all people should know that you stole my heart ~. ♡

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okay as you may have noticed, I'm not good at writing this kind of stories, and even less in this language, but I thought it was fun to capture this idea that I had in my mind for a while, I hope you enjoyed it as much as I did :3

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