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shitty doodles feat. 2 paladin from the paladin mod for risk of rain 2
#risk of rain#risk of rain 2#risk of rain fanart#providence#(hes sobbing in one pic and stretched in another)#ror#ror2#V1 does an art
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Hii babe!!
I just read both of your Connor fic/hc’s and I love them! I was wondering if you could do something with Connor and a daughter of Aphrodite reader? Maybe headcannons of how he would be on a quest (pre-dating or dating I don’t mind), or potentially something about sneaking out of camp with him (again pre-dating/dating)? If you have another idea go ahead I just don’t find many people who write for Connor so I figured I’d request
Thanks so much!!! 🩷🩷
⋆⭒˚.⋆ connor stoll x daughter of aphrodite! reader hcs
content: connor stoll x daughter of aphrodite! reader
warning: allusions to authoring need sex (sorry, I was foaming at the mouth that’s my bad), language for sure,
author's note: i be doing so many daughter of aphrodite x characters that this one took so long simply bc my pinterest was struggling to pinterest and find me cute pink pics.
just a girl and her ironic shirt loving boyfriend
i just know his closet (chest?? idk where they store their clothes in those cabins someone call up good sir rick and ask bc this is gonna live rent free in my head until i figure it out) is full of those shirts.
'women want me. fish fear me.'
'im not as think as you drunk i am.'
bro loves them, laughs every time he puts it on and looks in the mirror
and so, to prove your love to him, you took a risk with your fashion
while you were kinda known for your excellent fashion taste, your boy was so worth putting it at risk to see the huge smile stretch across his lips
'i heart to make boys cry' proudly stretched across your chest
he's drooling
he's sobbing
he's completely in love
and he's buying a matching one, expeditiously
connor loves to pull tiny pranks on you, nothing too big or serious bc you WILL cry
hiding your lip gloss, replacing the makeup in your makeup with confetti that blows up in your face when you open it, those candles that don't blow out on your birthday
OH OH OH and he loves to that thing where like he says, 'you've got something on your shirt' and when you look down he like flicks your face back up
well, if you were travis he'd flick your face back up
but since youre you, he holds your chin in his hand and lifts your face back up and plants a big kiss on your lips
he laughs every time, thinks hes funny or some shit
he is funny but don't tell him that
also he will always steal for you. like, always
"oh that shirt is so cute."
"okay okay, so cover my back from the security camera over there and i'll shove it into my pants-"
"connie, baby, i'm just going to buy it. like a normal person."
"...why?"
calls you 'love bug'
just his little love bug, his sweet lover girl, his dove
if he sees something that comes in pink and blue, he's buying it
and proudly showing it to you, claiming its you guys in another universe
"this is use if we were converses- OH, and this is us if we were toothbrushes. this is us if we were cars- look, they're kissing, isn't that cute??"
he's on the verge of tears telling you this
every pink sunset, he sends you a pic, telling you that it reminded him of you
also, NEEDS a 'im home' text or will think you died
after a hang out, you're just chilling at home until connor comes running into your house, pulling you into a tight hug as you look at him confused
"con, what's going on?"
"you didn't tell me you got home and i thought you died."
"...and you didn't think to call??"
"...no."
unprompted, you bought a necklace with a dainty little 'c' on it and you just wore it one day without giving him warning or anything
he sees it and he's just all smiles, reaching a finger out and pulling it away from your skin gently
"what's this for then?"
"oh, the 'c' stands for chocolate, you know i love my chocolate-"
"shut up," he hums, not even giving you time to reply as he presses his lips against yours
he gets a matching one
and it looks great during sex, your initial dangling over your head as his slips around on your chest
god that's so hot-
i need my matchy-matchy boyfriend
i need my soft boy
i need sex-
jk jk jk
...kinda
oh and if you think this boy isn't sneaking in and out and all about camp for you, you're sooooo wrong
he sneaks things in, sure, but that's easy
what's more of a challenge is when he promised you a date outside of camp
but even that's relatively easy
you guys just climb into the back of the delivery truck, hiding among the strawberries until one of his siblings slaps the side of the truck, telling them they're good to go
before you guys started dating, it was kinda awkward as there really wasn't much space back there, both of you trying to shuffle away and give the other as much space as possible
but now...you're on his lap the whole ride
trust, those strawberries have SEEN some things
hope they find peace fr
#postcards from covey ౨ৎ#all my love ౨ৎ#pjo#pjo fandom#percy jackon and the olympians#percy jackson#connor stoll#connor stoll x reader
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capsaicin cookie smut hcs ; 18+
requested by ; qumau
fandom(s) ; cookie run
fandom masterlist(s) ; hub | specific
character(s) ; capsaicin cookie
outline ; “abt capsaicin cookie rite.. some nsfw?”
warning(s) ; descriptions of genitals, explicit sexual content, references to sadism and public sex acts, references to sharing the reader with other people
minors and ageless blogs will be blocked
very dominant in the bedroom but is more of a playful dominant, using his superior strength to manhandle and toss you around to his heart’s content
is very very vocal and loud in the bedroom — both in regards to actual conversation and the sounds he makes (which primarily consist of moans and groans, especially when he’s close to his orgasm)
happy to go down on you but he gives incredibly messy oral — like his lips, chin and even his eyelashes can end up being covered in your juices/release by the time he’s done
will overstimulate you because he won’t stop until he’s satisfied, pulling you back against him by your hips until you’re trembling and sobbing and your mind is blank beyond the recognition of your pain and pleasure
he’s kind of a walking space heater, so expect things to heat up in a very literal way when you’re having sex — like you’ll end up drenched in sweat and panting from more than just exertion
he has a lot of stamina and can easily go for several consecutive rounds with you — and he can last for a while per round
so expect to end up unable to walk the day after
celebratory sex is a must!
and so are pre-tournament quickies
and sex between training sessions
or consolation blowjobs if he messes up or loses
…
really he’ll take any opportunity to have sex with you, even making excuses to slip away randomly to have his way with you
he’s pretty average in length but he’s incredibly girthy so expect to be stretched to the brink of insanity and beyond
he isn’t shy about using his teeth in bed and will happily nip, bite, tease and mark you up during foreplay if you ask
loves parading you around when he’s gotten you especially cock drunk and will gloat about how good he is in bed and how hot you are as his partner
in a similar vein; will happily give/receive sex acts in front of others and he’s great at hiding it by distracting people in one way or another (or, if you’re as much of an exhibitionist as him, he’ll draw his competitors’ attention to you)
is a sadist but not extremely so — like he enjoys pain play but most of it usually consists of rougher playful sex rather than the calculated introduction of toys and such
is incredibly confident in his body and would enjoy sending and receiving nudes
and with your permission he’d even show them to others to further gloat about how amazing and sexy you are
he mainly sends bulge pics and pictures of his abs — and his favourite pics to receive are ones where you’re not fully nude but still leaving little to the imagination
would also be eager to record any sex acts you do together if you let him
and would for sure have loads of videos and pictures of you ready for when you’re too busy to take care of him
videos of you giving each other oral (and pictures of your face and chest covered in his cum)
videos of his cock thrusting into your hole and stretching you out
videos of you two going at it everywhere you can in every position you can think off
doggy style in the changing rooms, against the wall in a public shower, mating press in the bed, missionary on the floor of your shared living room, the list goes on
oh and, of course, plenty of pictures of your face when you’re cock drunk and your hole leaking his cum after he pulls out
quickies are a must for him and, whilst he has the stamina to go on for what feels like for ever, they help him get in a better mood for fighting in a competitive setting
he says you’re his good luck charm — but you know he’s just really horny and doesn’t want to get a boner in front of the crowd
isn’t possessive but is romantically exclusive. like he’d let someone else fuck you under his instruction but they can’t do anything without him there — and they especially can’t kiss you
(both of his triple cone cup competitors have taken him up on this — with both claiming it’s for reasons other than what it was really for)
#sleepingdeath#minors dni#minors fuck off#smut headcanons#smut hcs#cookie run smut#crk smut#crk x reader#cookie run x reader#gender neutral reader#capsaicin cookie x reader#capsaicin cookie smut
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you can't spell kokorou without u<3 [nsfw]
poly you + kokomi +gorou imagines
warnings
(2) dacryphilia, kokomi takes pics of u, she's mean bc i said so
(4)dubcon, forced/pressured
《♡》a view from the heavens
imagine giving licking up gorou's shaft with kokomi.
it's a messy mix of spit and cum, just the way he likes it. kokomi brings you into a kiss, spreading the bitter taste of gorou's seed in your mouth. the lack of attention causes gorou to grind against nothing with a whine.
-you and kokomi part lips and go back to spoi Iling the dog boy. the divine priestess swirls her tongue along gorou's tip while you suck at his balls. his tight heat welcomes your index finger with pulses.
《♡》just a set of holes
-imagine kokomi snapping pictures of you getting fucked by gorou from behind. he puts you in a chokehold while utilizing your pussy for his relief. you grow wetter with every 'snap' of kokomi's camera.
when gorou pulls out, kokomi makes sure to spread your pussy lips and get a pic of his seed deep inside you.
your nearly unconscious state is shattered in to reality again with the sudden thickness of kokomi's cock invading your ass.
"oh, did you think we were done with you? you should know better by now, ___."
gorou buries himself back in you as well. they fuck you softly, spoiling you with a slow buildup that has you attempting to squirm away.
"'komi, gorou~" you sob and hide your face in gorou's neck. kokomi pulls your head back by your hair and gives you a warning thrust.
"take what you're given, slut." she scoffs.
"mhm," gorou pets your tongue with his two index fingers. "gonna breed ya for all night. you'll feel the outlines of our cocks for days. better get used to it."
《♡》our little stress toy~
-imagine your cock stretching a blushing kokomi while gorou rams into your hole.
-gorou sinks his teeth into your shoulder until blood trickles down your skin.
every harsh stroke pushes you deeper into kokomi, who arches her back in pure bliss.
-watch her use you like a piece of meat when you begin rubbing at her clit. she's so close, and so are you. gorou too, by the way you're being bullied back and forth by them.
-kokomi breaks first. none of you expected her to squirt. watching her crumble in your arms triggers your own orgasm.
-of course, it's kokomi's responsibility to suck your dick squeaky clean. it's the only responsibility today that she is eager to complete. she even swallows gorou's load when he's ready.
"good girl."
"what a mess you are, your excellency. what do you say?"
"thank you..."
《♡》why form a peace treaty when we could have a piece of that ass?
-you and gorou are confused when some tenryou soldiers show up at the training grounds with a letter. "orders from miss sangonomiya."
-gorou is skeptical at first, but he knows his excellency's signature, and this was definitely hers.
-as you two are escorted to a tenryou camp, you ponder what 'post-war relief' could possibly mean…
-and suddenly you're blindfolded & lying on your back while getting hatefucked into the futon of some tenryou soldiers.
-well. you weren't expecting that, were you?
-your eyes roll back as the soldier gives one last thrust, filling your overflowing cunt with even more cum. you could feel it in your lower belly at this point.
before you could even process the feeling of him pulling out, yet another soldier replaces him. not even a second to breathe before you're stuffed full of cock again.
-"hAa! s-slow…down…!" you hear gorou shout to your right.
you're grounded from the blissful cloud of ecstasy when gorou's grip on your hand tightens. he's receiving the same harsh treatment you are. you could only imagine how defiled he feels as someone of higher status.
-and as if the humiliation couldn't go any further, you could tell by the switch in gorou's pitch that he's cumming on tenryou dick again.
"you're still so tight, captain ___. wish i could use this pussy every day."
"maybe if we're lucky enough, her excellency will marry them off to us."
#genshin smut#genshin impact#sangonomiya kokomi#gorou#kokorou#IM SO WEAK FOR THEM HELP#genshin imagines#gorou x reader#kokomi x reader
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This is my second Cole Trickle fanfic
No warnings of smut just Cole being a fluffy cute husband/dad. Mentions of water breaking.
Summary: you and Cole had gotten married and have a son Tom and is due to have a baby girl.
@worldofheroes @helloitstsyu @love2write2626 @elenavampire21
A wonderful life with Cole Trickle
After you and Cole had an amazing beach wedding Harry walked you down the aisle.
You were busy unpacking in your new home by the beach. Cole was now fit and healthy after the major car crash.
Placing framed photos of you and Cole on your first date. You and Cole’s engagement party and a canvas of you and Cole kissing on the beach at your wedding and was about to stretch to put a framed photo when all of a sudden she instantly smiled.
“Ehm Mrs Trickle what do you think you’re doing, you should be resting.”
You slowly waddle round and place both hands on your lower back revealing a baby bump and smile.
“Well excuse me but I happened to actually be putting up a picture of our son when he was born, were’s Tom any way.”
Cole walks over and takes the picture out of your hand and places it on the spot.
He then walks and stands in front of you and gives you a kiss.
Then places both hands on your growing baby bump. “He’s perfectly safe outside playing with his toys on the sand near the decking.”
You waddle outside to go see Tom. “Hey baby you having fun.”
You go to slowly try and sit down but gets severe pain and screams “ahh Cole”.
Tom looks up “mummy you hurt I’m gonna get daddy.”
Tom runs inside to see Cole making them snacks and juices.
“Dada Mummy hurt come quick”.
Cole leave the juice and snacks then pics up Tom.
Places him back with his toys “Tom good boy for getting daddy.”
Cole walks over and places a hand on your back and the other on you hand slowly lowering you down.
“Hey Mrs what were you trying to do.”
You look up at Cole sobbing “I was trying to sit down but your daughter decided to kick my lower back”.
He got you safely down and kissed your head.
He turned to Tom “hey dud could you protect mummy whilst I go inside get our drinks and snacks.”
He quickly heads inside and grabs the snack and juices and takes some painkillers for his wife.”
He comes back carrying a tray of sandwiches cookies and a jug of juice.
He hands you a glass and gives you two painkillers then crouches and talks to your baby bump hoping their daughter will hear.
“Ehm excuse me little one I know your so excited to meet us but could you easy on the kicking your mummy, I know your big brother can’t wait to meet you.”
Cole turns to Tom.
“hey Tom wanna come say hello to your sister.”
Tom gets up and walks over to stand next to Cole and looks confused.
“Daddy I can’t see my baby sister it’ll look weird just talking to mummy’s tummy.
You giggle and look at Tom “honey if you put your hand on my tummy and talk just like what daddy was doing your sister will hear.” He puts his tiny hand onto your bump.
“Hello little sister I’m Tom your big brother can’t wait to meet you.” He turns to look at Cole hand still on your bump “daddy this feels really weir.”
He automatically felt a little kick “daddy she kicked me I think she heard me daddy.”
Later on you were relaxing on the couch whilst Cole was reading Tom a bedtime story and after he’d fallen asleep.
Cole quietly crept through and sat next to you and gently lifted you legs and put them on his lap.
He began to slowly massage your swollen feet and smiles at you. “Mmmh love you Mrs Trickle.”
You put the tv controls down and face Cole “and I love you Mr Cole Trickle but that day at the hospital your really really did scare me I thought I’d definitely lose you before we got married.
*A few weeks later*
You were out playing with Tom when your waters broke. Cole was at Harry’s fixing another car to race. You focused on your breathing and grab your mobile and dialled Harry’s number it ringed for a bit.
“Hey y/n how’s Tom doing bet he’s excited to be a big brother.
“ You try to stay calm “yup he’s definitely excited harry is my husband there it’s just my waters have broken our daughters on the way.” Harry looks at Cole with a serious face. Cole looks up at harry and mouths “what’s up who’s that.” Harry hand the phone to Cole. “Ehm mate you better get you arse home now.”
Cole takes the phone “hello babe you okay what’s wrong why do I need to get ho.” He knew exactly why you were phoning he gently throws Harry’s mobile “dude can your drive we home fast think our little girls coming.
Your groaning and grips the back of the couch “aaah oooh phewww, it’s okay tom your sister decided to come now.”
Tom walks to stand in front of you and wraps his arms round you trying to cuddle you.
“Don’t worry mummy daddy should be here.” They both hear the front door open and see Cole running straight up to place a hand on your lower back. “Ahhh Cole think i might have to have a home birth she literally can’t wait Harry could you pass me my phone please.” She instantly dialled Frankie’s number “hey babe how love being a married woman, y/n you don’t sound like yourself”. “Frankie our daughters coming could you help direct Cole and Harry how to do a home birth”.
As Frankie gives details to both Cole and Harry, tom is softly kissing your head and is excited to meet his sister.
A few long minutes and the whole house is filled with a tiny but loud crying”
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pretty crier, jake sim.
those pics from that enha concert after jake’s birthday 💔all i know is pain. (this is mostly fluff w a ‘deep’ kiss though!).
your throat grows dry, heart heavier, when you feel his arms around you tighten as another sobs falls from his lips and into the material of your hoodie. with one hand raking through his hair, your other rubbed his back, drawing shapes when the movement tired your muscles.
“i-i’m so..” he stops, catching his breath for a moment. “so sorry.”
“please stop apologising, baby.” your voice is soft, he notices. “you’re allowed to be upset.”
“i’m r-ruining your hoodie.” he attempts to joke, his shoulders easing when you laugh at his words.
“this is yours, not mine. besides, my mascara has ruined more of your white shirts than i’d care to comment on.”
this time he really does laugh at your words, loosening his grip on you to stretch a little and climb a little higher in to your hold. now, he nestles his head in the space between your shoulder and your neck.
“thank you.” he mutters into your skin, lips leaving an even softer kiss there when he was done.
“you don’t have to thank me.” you shake your head mindlessly at his words.
losing someone was never easy, losing a loved one that lived in a different country on your birthday however? that was hard. truthfully, you wanted nothing more than to wrap your boyfriend up in blankets and keep him safe forever, hiding him from everything big, bad and dangerous, but for now holding him was enough.
“i know this probably isn’t the right time, but,” he pulls away from you as you speak, looking up to listen to you. “you’re a really pretty crier.”
at your words, you witness what can only be described as the jake sim blushing. had you not seen it, you wouldn’t of believed it.
with a boyish smile taking over his face, he leans closer to you and kisses you as though he’s never going to get the chance to again.
seeming to forget his inhibitions, your boyfriend leans even further in to you, a hand coming up to cup your cheeks as you angle your head, making it easier for him to deepen the kiss.
“i love you.” he practically whispers against your lips.
smiling like a child, you connect your lips once more before pulling away again.
“i love you too, pretty boy.”
masterlist, requests.
© JAKEKGS 2022
#🫀. jake!#🧸. enhypen#jake sim#jake sim imagine#jake sim x reader#jake sim fluff#sim jaeyun#sim jaeyun x reader#sim jaeyun imagine#sim jaeyun fluff#enhypen#enhypen imagine#enhypen fluff#enhypen x reader#enhypen drabbles#jake sim drabble
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pairing : fem!reader x mikey, my beloved <3
contains : sexting, face timing, needy mikey, this is soft not gonna lie, fuck ton of word vomit but i'm in my mikey fucker hours soooo :D
!! minors & ageless blogs, dni !!
no but :( sexting with mikey :( he's throbbing. it's late at night and he just wants you. would reach for his phone and send you a pic of his bulge paired with a bunch of sad faces like 'miss you :(((((' SDMDJFJ would get SO happy when you text back. send him back a pic of your tits and he'd whine out loud. he loves boobies.
immediately pulls down his sweats and gets all flushed when he sees how his slit is leaking with precum aahhh and he'd get even harder when he remembers how pretty you always look when you lick his cock :( he's shaky when he types back a response, something along the lines of 'wanna have you on your knees. always look so pretty when my cocks in your mouth'
starts drooling when you tell him you want his cock and how much you miss it. he'd definitely send lil audios, little cries of your name and can hear how wet his cock is. it's only making you fuck yourself with your fingers even harder, a futile attempt to try replicate the girth of his cock.
he'd probably give up pretty quick though tbh fjjkgd the slow typing with one hand really annoying him. presses the facetime option while he slowly strokes his cock and hopes you pick up. and you do. shaky hands trying to keep the camera still as you mumble out a lil 'hi 'jiro'. god the way you say his name, all breathless and needy, makes him insane.
wants to see how you're fucking yourself aahfjdfhs and when you shyly tilt the camera down with your free hand and show him two fingers in your cunt, he swears. a deep groan coming from his chest.
sort of sad it's only two fingers in your cunt though, he had a fat cock, so thick and heavy, fills your hole sooo nicely when he fucks you, so he'd say 'add another, please baby? one more, okay? two isn't enough– gotta stretch your cunt for me, for my cock.' of course you listen, cause he's right. two isn't enough.
mikey's fisting his cock literally at the speed of light, his cock changes colour a little from how fucking tight his grip is but he's trying to replicate the tightness of your pussy :( tries holding off his orgasm though, wants to see you cum before him aahhh his cock would throb visibly as he hears you brokenly sob his name and cum :( he'd follow right after too <3 and he would have the prettiest fucking moans as he cums <3
would be vvv soft after, sleepy and hazy and sososoosoo smiley/ 'thank you baby, love you' while he wipes the mess away with a tissue, opting to clean in the morning. he just wants to see your pretty flushed face, getting comfy in his blankets and smiles as you two mumble out sentences before drifting to sleep on call <333
#mikey mikey mikey <3#thirst hours for mikey !#mikey smut#manjiro smut#tokyo revengers smut#tokyo rev smut#sano manjiro smut
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did you see those recent pics of seb walking looking like a fucking god?? fuck they have me weak
could u write stepdad seb with age gap and hard kinks and him being mean and rough with cock worship slapping spitting finger sucking and hella humiliation? just him being so mean and filthy, he's giving me sm cocky mean dilf vibes 😩😩
OH MY GOD YESSSSSSSS!! I had already written part of this, just added more for you :P
Sebastian Stan x Reader; dub!con, stepdad!seb, age gap (reader is 20s seb is 40s), daddy kink, cock worship, face slapping, spit kink, finger sucking, humiliation, degradation
ANY HATE WILL BE DELETED THIS IS A JUDGEMENT FREE ZONE DON’T LIKE, DON’T INTERACT; MINORS DO NOT INTERACT 18+
"You wanna suck my cock honey? Wanna show Daddy how much you love him? Okay baby, go ahead, worship me," Sebastian gestured to his clothed dick. You eagerly reached for his slacks button and zipper, undoing them and freeing his cock, immediately taking it into your mouth and sucking.
Sebastian laughed cruelly as you bobbed your head up and down. "Such a fucking slut, barely get the words out and you're already sucking my dick. You're just a little cock whore for me aren't you honey?" You moaned around his dick, shifting your thighs together to try to relieve the ache.
"God you're getting turned on by this aren't you? You'd fucking let me do anything to you, wouldn't you? Wouldn't you?" Sebastian repeated, pulling you off his dick and slapping your face hard.
You gasped, replying, "Yes, yes, whatever you want Daddy," pulling against his hold in your hair, trying to get back to his dick.
"You're so desperate, fucking pathetic. You'll take what I give you slut," Sebastian sneered, slapping you again and shoving his fingers into your mouth. You immediately began sucking, desperate to show him you could be good.
Sebastian pulled your hair, tilting your head back and pressed down with his fingers, opening your jaw. He spit into your open mouth, then spit on your face, making you flinch and moan. "Desperate whore, fine, you're so determined to suck my cock, do it, but you better make me come soon, or else."
He released you and you dove back onto his cock with a fervor, sucking and licking, making little whimpering noises as you did. Sebastian thrust his hips up, choking you, fucking your face as you went lax, letting him do whatever he wanted.
"Fuck, that's it whore, be a fucking hole for me to use, nothing more. That's all you are, a set of holes, something for me to fuck and get off in. Speaking of holes..." Sebastian trailed off, yanking your head off of him and pulling you up, spinning you around so you were pressed against the table.
"Daddy wants to fuck his little pussy, so that's what I'm gonna do," Sebastian said simply, wrapping his big hand around your mouth, covering the lower half of your face.
With his other hand, Sebastian lifted your skirt, pulled your panties down to mid thigh, and guided his dick to your entrance, fucking into you from behind in one quick thrust.
Your scream was muffled by his hand, pressing down hard on your lips. You sobbed as you were stretched past comfortable, Sebastian's dick forcing it's way into your tight cunt.
"You can take it slut, gonna have to let Daddy in, one way or another," Sebastian said darkly, thrusting harder, stuffing you full.
He moved his hand, shoving three long fingers in your mouth, filling it, saying, "Suck, like the little girl you are, honey," he simpered mockingly, gagging you with his fingers. You sucked them hard, drool spilling out of your mouth down your chin.
"Gonna fucking fill you with my cum, over and over, make you my cum dumpster, yeah you like that don't you?" he asked as you moaned around his fingers, his hips brutally fucking into yours.
You sucked desperately on his fingers, your orgasm approaching rapidly. "You gonna come honey? Gonna come like a slut on Daddy's cock? Do it, be a fucking whore," he growled and you sobbed as you came, squirting hard around his dick, nearly forcing him out, but he thrust harder, pushing his way back in.
"Fuck, take it all slut, you're gonna take it honey, there's no other choice," Sebastian said as he began coming, hips pumping hard to get as deep as possible, filling you with his cum.
You collapsed against the table, his fingers slipping from your mouth as he stood up, wiping them on your skirt before redoing his slacks and adjusting his sweatshirt. "Come on honey, time to clean up, you need a shower before your mom comes home, got it?"
You nodded weakly, standing up on shaky legs and wiping down the table with your shirt before heading upstairs to shower while Sebastian got dinner ready.
#sebastian stan#sebastian stan smut#sebastian stan x reader#sebastian stan x you#sebastian stan x y/n#smut#no y/n
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Denki thirsts are on the way!! But like I totally see him being a super pervert. Like he's the type to accidentally walk in on you changing and apologize while not so sneakily taking a pic of you. Or him joining you in the shower just so he can "innocently" wash your hair, but turns into him groping you because he can't help himself
anon!! thank you for indulging in my current denki brainrot that has continued on this morning, i honestly love this thirst ugh
he’s so cute please help me
currently, thirsts are open but only for denki <3
dating denki kaminari certainly came with pros and cons (the pros definitely outweighing the cons but hey! no one’s perfect). as you two got older, it seemed that his pervy tendencies lessened, but they were still very much there. take for instance when you got new shorts to wear around the house. they were boy short, and they rode up a bit on your ass if you bent down to grab something from the floor. denki complimented you, saying it suited your figure very well, earning him a slightly flustered expression from you. though, you caught him shamelessly staring at your ass as you did the chores around the apartment, occasionally giving a tap or two to your behind as he passed casually. he even grabbed a handful, kissing your head before moving on to play video games with the boys™.
when he does laundry, he has to fight the urge to stuff one of your panties into his pocket for later use. he traces the thin fabric, fingers curiously exploring the hem of it as his mind runs with the idea of what you would look like sprawled out on the bed, sobbing from his cock filling you up in this particular set. babe’s already got a semi-hard on just thinking about it. when you catch him, he lets out a shout of surprise, face instantly reddening at the notion of being caught. why was he turned on even more at that fact. he just has a very active imagination, was that so much of a crime? you were his gorgeous partner, he was allowed to be a little h word sometimes.
then came the “sneaky” pictures he took of you while you were changing in your shared bedroom. it wasn’t anything he hadn’t seen before, it was more the fact he was saving them for later when he went on long missions so he could jerk a quick one in the back alley before a stealth mission because his nerves were acting up. it doesn’t take much for him to work himself up, needing some sort of release for the building stress.
and the last one, oh god, whenever denki joins you in the shower it starts off romantic. washing your hair, giving you sweet and sappy compliments of how stunning your body was, how he loved every single part of you inside and out. he was a lucky guy. he couldn’t help the way his lips attached to your neck, sucking dark marks on your skin as a way to claim what was his. his hands were sliding down your waist under hot water, your breathing hitching. his fingers are already prodding at your entrance, gathering your natural slickness. his excited giggles are apparent as he pushes a finger into you just up to his first knuckle. i’m now realizing this is too long to be a thirst but idc we’re continuing on—
your legs struggle to hold your body up as he adds a second digit, the way he’s nipping at your collar is intoxicating and it only makes you try to grind on his fingers. denki knows he’s good with his hands, his other free one groping at your breast, pinching at your nipples harshly as his mind is melting with the realization that it was his hands all over you. his dick is getting hard, you can feel it against your ass, but he doesn’t tear his touch from you for a second. he’s eager, far too eager, and it shows in the way he thrusts a third finger in and you whine at the stretch. he’s got this grin on his face, watching you so intensely as your resolve crumbles. it strokes his ego to watch your eyes roll back, your hips stuttering and bucking against his hand as you moan his name again, and again, and again. it’s all over for you the moment he sets his thumb on your clit, rubbing harsh up and down motions as his fingers delve deep, curving to stroke the spot you want him most.
you cum hard on his fingers and he’s practically salivating at how you clench around him. as soon as he finishes helping you ride out your high, he’s pulling out his fingers and licking them clean himself, drunk on the taste of your essence. it doesn’t surprise you that he’s already getting on his knees, tongue licking a stripe up your slit with a certain giddiness to him. he was eating good today.
ah well, you could always take another shower later anyways.
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Trapped Little Angel (part 1)
Welcome to the first part of the first fanfic on this account.
Child!reader x the Avengers
Word count: 2900
Trigger warning: Imprisonment, nightmares, non graphic descriptions of violence and injuries, possible trigger for eating disorders
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You were a 14-year-old orphan living alone in New York, since your family had died in the explosion that gave you your powers. Your powers were similar to Wanda’s (telekinesis and all that jazz). You got them when you were 7, but for whatever reason they hadn’t been active before that day.
It was a basic September day with all of its rain and fog and clouds. You were walking on the street when suddenly you blacked out and your powers exploded out of you destroying property and hurting people everywhere around you. The Avengers were called to action and they evacuated the block and when you’d cooled off a little they took you into custody and to the Avengers tower.
You had passed out and they didn`t really know what to do with you, so they laid you down on the couch and began a debate about the subject.
Tony believed firmly that you were dangerous to the team and the best thing for everyone would be to lock you up isolated and unstimulated to avoid new outbursts until a better option would be available. Steve backed Tony up to an extent, although he did believe the isolation to be unnecessary. Bruce didn’t really voice his opinion on confinement that much, instead focusing on the medical aspect of the situation.
Clint doesn’t really say much during the argument, before Tony raises the possibility of indefinite imprisonment in isolation. That is what finally gets to him, since you are just a kid and remind him of his own daughter. Wanda argues firmly against any form of forced imprisonment. In her opinion you needed medical attention, after which instead of locking you up the team should be focused on helping you control and develop your powers in a beneficial way.
Natasha is uncharacteristically quiet for the whole debate. Something about you had got to her and she found it hard to think of the situation objectively without a massive bias. Peter was on ‘your side’ for sure. To him you were a troubled kid who just happened to need some help. In a way he saw himself in you.
You start to regain consciousness about halfway through the argument. The Avengers are taken back at first, but when you are very confused and scared, Nat and Clint (who are the most ‘neutral’ participants) tell you what happened. When you have gotten the big picture you ask shakily: “How many people did I hurt? What’s the damage?” The others are hesitant to tell you, but Tony is highly pissed at you, so he takes his tablet and shows you some pics of the place where the accident happened. Wanda shoots him a death glare, but he continues and reads the statistics to you: “At this exact moment there are 9 people dead, 27 in critical condition and 56 with milder injuries. All because of your little stunt.” At this point you have pulled your knees to your chest and are struggling to breathe. Steve and Clint look at Tony like he has lost his mind and Nat tries to calm you down. You are repeating the same things over and over again: “I didn’t mean to- It’s all my fault… I don’t know how- What- I didn’t mean to…” Nat was approaching you, her hand reached out ready to stroke your back and pull you into a hug. She says: “We know. Everything will be alright, it’ll be alright. It wasn’t your fault, we’ll sort this out. It’s okay, you’re okay. We don’t blame you, but right now you need to calm down.” You flinch away from her, panic shining in your eyes: “No! Don’t touch me! I don’t want to hurt you. I can’t control it… I don’t understand- I didn’t mean to…” Suddenly you look desperately at Tony “You have to lock me up. I’m dangerous. I can’t be trusted. I have to be put away. Please”, you beg, surprising all of the other people in the room. Peter is about to say something, but Tony cuts him off.
You stand up and Clint shows you the way to a quite big cell. You step in and he shuts the door behind you. You sit on the floor in the corner and pull your knees to your chest. You just blankly stare at the wall. You noticed that there was a camera in corner of the room near the roof as you stepped inside, but you didn’t care. What did it matter. As you stayed on the floor the team was reheating the discussion whilst keeping an eye on the monitor that showed footage from your cell.
Wanda and Peter were shouting at Tony for locking you up in an isolation cell. Natasha and Clint were a bit calmer, but they were backing Wanda and Peter up. At some point Tony says: “You heard the kid. She wanted to be locked up. Even she thought it would be the best option”. And that sets Natasha off: “Yeah, after you had scared the poor thing on the verge of a panic attack. That wasn’t fair play. You drove her to that decision and you know it.” Then Peter fires: “Besides the whole ‘she decided herself’ excuse is bullshit. She’s a kid. SHE’S 14. I’m 17 and you don’t trust me to do anything yet, so how again is she any different?” That shuts Tony up.
In the end the team comes to the conclusion, that they will be monitoring you strictly and willing people will be allowed to go talk to you. All except Peter (just for the first few days) who is infuriated to no end by the decision.
The first person to come talk to you is Wanda. She comes and talks for a while, but you can’t make any sense of what she’s saying. After a while she leaves shutting the door behind her. Steve also comes to question you, and even though this time you understand what he is saying you can’t find the energy to answer him in you. Clint brings you something to eat and drink, but you don’t move a muscle to acknowledge the act. Time sort of looses its meaning to you as you sit on the floor and stare into nothing, alone with your thoughts, the same thoughts over and over and over again.
Nevertheless, you know some time has passed when Natasha comes through the door with another tray filled with food. She places it carefully on her untouched bed and sighs deeply before speaking: “You should really start eating on your own. It’s been two whole days and you haven’t taken a bite. I get that its hard, but you’ve got to try. Otherwise we’ll have no choice but to put a feeding tube down your throat and trust me kid, that does not feel good.” She gives you another look, then turns around and walks out. Slowly you straighten your legs on the floor.
You hadn’t really noticed how much your muscles were hurting for being in the same position for so long before someone pointed it out. You stretched your legs first and then stood up slowly. You went through your body, stretching every muscle one at a time and then sat down beside the bed to eat. You weren’t really hungry, but the threat of getting a feeding tube stuffed down your throat was enough to get you eating.
After you were done with the meal you went back to your corner and sat back down, leaving your legs laying on the floor instead of curling up to a tight bundle. After a few minutes there was a knock at the door and Wanda walked in. She picked the tray up and looked down at you, clearly assessing the situation before finally saying: ”Hey, I was wondering if you needed to use the bathroom.” You didn’t answer her but stood up and stepped timidly few steps forward so that she knew you’d be coming along. She guided you through the hallways and into a bathroom. “There is a towel on the counter and shampoo on a shelf in the shower. Take as long as you need. I’ll pick up some clean clothes for you and bring them here. Okay?” You didn’t say a word but nodded and opened the door to the bathroom. After half an hour you were back in your cell but feeling significantly cleaner and comfier.
Instead of sitting back in the corner on the floor you sat on your bed and crossed your legs. You didn’t know why, but you felt like it, so you started singing, first just humming quietly, then adding the words to the song. It was an old lullaby your mom had sang to you more than once. Some things just had a way of sticking with you.
`Hyvin hiljaa, hyvin hiljaa
nyt kuuluu keijujen äänet
Ne tanssivat taas koko yön laulaen
koko yön laulaen.
Hyvin hiljaa, hyvin hiljaa
taas syttyy tähtöset pienet
Ne oottavat taas läpi yön loistaen
läpi yön loistaen.
Hyvin hiljaa, hyvin hiljaa
nyt sammuu keijujen äänet
Ne liitävät taas ylös luo tähtien
ylös luo tähtien`
Then you sang it over again, this time in English
If your quiet, very quiet,
you can hear sound of the fairies
They’re dancing again through the night until day
through the night until day
Very quiet, almost silent
the stars are lighting the sky
they’re waiting again till the night fades away
till the night fades away
If you’re quiet, very quiet
you can hear sound the fairies
they race through the sky so they’ll be near the stars
so they’ll be near the stars
You sang the song a couple times over and finally you got to the last part you had made up on your own. You always ended it there, since you could never continue singing after that.
Hyvin hiljaa, hyvin hiljaa
ei kuulu keijujen äänet
Ne lähtivät taas minut yksin jättäen
minut yksin jättäen
Even if you’re very quiet
you won’t hear sound of the fairies
they flew up the sky leaving me alone behind
leaving me alone behind.
You broke down sobbing. Clint was sitting at the monitor, and he thought it’d be best not to disturb you, so you were left alone as you start humming another melody your mom taught you.
Joka ilta kun lamppu sammuu ja saapuu oikea yö
Niin Nukku-Matti nousee ja ovehen hiljaa lyö
On sillä uniset tossut ja niillä se sipsuttaa
Se hiipii ovesta sisään ja hyppää kaapin taa
”I didn’t know she was finnish” Nastasha said to clint as she sat next to him with two cups of tea. “Finnish?” Clint asked as they listened to the beautiful melody coming from the lonely cell. Nat was quiet for a while before saying “Yeah. The language is absolutely bizarre.” They sat in silence for another while, until Clint said: “She sounds miserable” “Yeah, but who wouldn’t. I’m guessing she has no family, since no one has come asking for her.”
Ja pieni sateenvarjo on aivan kallellaan
Ja sinistä unien kirjaa se kantaa kainalossaan
Ja unien sinimaahan se lapset autolla vie
Surrur, surrur ja sinne on sininen, uninen tie
Ja siellä on kultainen metsä, ja metsässä kultainen puu
Ja unien sinilintu ja linnulla kultainen suu
Ja se unien sinilintu se lapsia tuudittaa
Se laulaa unisen laulun joka mielen uneen saa
Your mum never taught you that song in English. You had tried translating it, but it always turned out so peculiar you had eventually given up.
When you felt like you had cried enough you stopped with the finnish and started going through songs you had heard somewhere else, altering the lyrics as you went.
You hadn’t sung anything in weeks and now you just couldn’t stop. It felt good. You went over your favorites altering lyrics and making up new verses, not wanting the song to end. As you sang you thought about mum and home. In the outside world they were forbidden things, because they made it hard to focus on surviving. But here she had all the time in the world to think. After hours and hours she finally laid down on the mattress and drifted to sleep
Tony had just started his shift watching you through the monitor and you were having a nightmare. You were curled up in a ball and whimpered and muttered quietly, as tears ran down your face. You dug your nails into your back and started scratching leaving bloody red marks behind. Then you started screaming. The sound echoed through the halls, but Tony didn’t know what to do, so he ended up doing nothing, just staring at the screen paralyzed. It went on for a while, until you finally flinched so violently you woke up.
You were in a state of panic, but as you realized where you were it started to wear off. Little by little you started to feel the pain from the bloody scratch marks on your back and arms. You examined your injuries to the best of your abilities and then looked at the floor while talking sheepishly at the camera in the corner of the room: “If you don’t mind I’d like to have something to wrap these cuts with. I might also need some help with the ones in my back. Its not a big deal, but I don’t want them to get infected.”
The screaming had woken up Natasha and Steve who were now standing behind Tony, looking at the screen over his shoulders. Tony cleared his throat before turning around in his chair and facing the other two. They both had their arms crossed on their chest. Steve looked surprised as hell, but Natasha was quick to recover. She threw Tony an icy stare before saying: “Should we think the imprisonment over again, or is she still too dangerous for you to handle?” Tony raised his hands before saying: “Let’s think that over in the morning, when the whole team is up. Now, would you mind going to help her with the injuries?” Natasha threw Tony another dirty look, before grabbing the first aid kit and heading to your cell.
Nat came, and you laid on the bed on your stomach. She lifted your shirt, poured antiseptic solution on a cloth and warned you: “I’m sorry, but this is gonna hurt like a bitch.” She pressed the cloth gently on your back and you shrug. “It’s not that bad. You get used to pain as a homeless kid. Once I had to remove a bullet from my own shoulder.” There Nat saw an opportunity get little bit more information of you and continued the conversation: “Must be tough. I suppose you don’t have any family left?” “Yeah, mum and dad and Tom died… in an accident” you tensed up visibly. Nat continued unbothered but didn’t bring up the deaths again. “I heard you sing the other day. Didn’t know you were finnish.” “Oh, I’m not. My mom was.” “So, can you speak finnish or what?” “Nah, not anymore anyways. I used to, but I haven’t used it in a long time. Some things just stuck with me, like the songs, or silly pet names mum used to call us.” For some reason you felt really safe with Natasha. Her touch reminded you of home as she worked to clean your wounds and then wrap them with clean gauze. You knew it was silly, but it just felt so good to finally talk to someone, so you kept answering her as she continued asking questions. “Pet names, huh. What did she call you?” “She used to call me Lumikki. It’s the finnish for snow white. It’s cheesy as hell, I know but we lived in a little cottage in the woods, and I was obsessed with Disney.” Natasha smiled at you. “Do you remember anything else about your mum.” “She had the most beautiful voice I’ve ever heard. She sounded like an angel. Sometimes I hear her in the wind.” You pause for a minute “And she was a dancer. She used to be a ballerina, but then she had us and her career ended. She never quit dancing though. Once in a while she’d put on her slippers and go through some old routine, like she had never stopped. She even taught me some basics.” Natasha was quiet for a moment. Then she cleared her throat and continued: “Did you have any siblings?” “Yeah”, you were quiet for a moment, not rushing to continue “One brother. His name was Tuomas, but we all called him Tom. Three years older than me. He was my best friend.” A tear fell down your cheek. Natasha was almost done with wrapping your back so she asked one more question. “How about your dad” You shrugged. “He was a hunter. Spent most of his time with Tom out in the forest when I stayed in with mum.” Nat packed the medical supplies back to the first aid kit and pulled your shirt down so that it covered your back. Then she helped you sit up and said: “I can’t promise anything yet, but we’re having another meeting with the team about your… condition and I believe you might get out of here.” She saw the unsure look you gave her. “Don’t worry” she said as she took your hand “Everything will be alright. I promise”
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Sorry, I have absolutely no idea what is going on with the spacing, tried to fix it but it wont budge... Anyway, hope you enjoyed the chapter!
#the avengers#mcu#fanfic#child!reader#tony stark#steve rogers#bruce banner#clint barton#natasha romanoff#peter parker#reader x avengers#child!reader x avengers
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im the kind of stupid bitch that loves quarantine fics for some reason so, quarantine au with the show crew:
mal and alina used to share a flat until a few weeks ago when alina moved in with genya to another neighbourhood to work in a prestigious art magazine while mal moves in with mikhail and dubrov. it was supposed to be temporary, only for the duration of alina's internship, but :/
the crows quarantine together, which means inej and jesper decided to invite themselves over to kaz's house because they know their emotional support gremlin can't survive on his own. kaz pretends to hate it but they all know better
matthias and nina get stuck in a hotel, away from their home countries, their flights cancelled, borders closed....... and there was only one bed................
genya drives alina off the rails because being woken up by britney spears top 2000-2010 hits is only funny the first three mornings. also genya refuses to let alina sulk in solitude and decides alina's face has become her canvas of choice whenever she feels like doing an instagram live giving her a make over.
mal facetimes alina all the fucking time, once during one of genya's bursts of creativity. he and genya got along swimmingly and decided to form the heart eyes for alina bullying club (behind her back obviously). mikhail texts alina pics of mal sleeping in weird places captioned "i thought you had domesticated him" and "is this ur man" to which alina responds "ur responsability now"
alina and inej know each other via church or smth. they were eachother's first girlfriend and kept in touch when inej moved away, so of course they still call now. inej has gotten the habit of facetiming her while cooking, with jesper ocasionally making a cameo to steal food and say hi!
also. jesper got a goat. no one knows where the goat came from, but now it lives in kaz's terrace. inej sleeps in the guest room and jesper has claimed the living room sofa. they usually have super long dinners that stretch past midnight where they just talk and drink wine and gossip
nina is jesper's bestie and calls him every couple of hours to complain about his nightmare roommate. he's absurdly old fashioned and infuriatingly hot and nina wants to kill him in his sleep but like. he's also an excellent cuddler and shows her pics of his dogs. the crows have an on going bet on when the hell will they fuck it out already.
genya almost threw alina's phone through the window when she found out she was texting her ex (zoya) out of pure boredom
mal dubrov and mikhail marathoned friends while high. mal left alina a very long, very embarassing voicemail about how rachel could've ended with either monica or joey instead of ross and it wouldve made so much more sense because true love only grows out of true friendship. yeah it was akward as hell
jesper tries to install a dance pole in kaz's living room so inej can show him how to pole dance. inej doesn't know how to pole dance tho but that doesn't stop him
nina and matthias invent a new game in which they say a curse word or expression in their native language and the other has to guess its meaning, and for each mistake they drink a shot. somehow it ends with both of them crying in the tub, shit faced, sobbing about how much they miss their friends.
#shadow and bone#mine#malina#kanej#helnik#modern au#might expand on this later#maybe...... wylan is jesper's new match in tinder#they talk a lot bcs theyre super bored and they get to know eachother. lot actually#wylan is quarantined with his asshole fther 💀 rip#nadia and marie are genya's and alina's neighbours and tolya and tamar are mal's#nadia and tamar end up dating and no one fucking knows how that happened
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Pickett
*bangs spoon on pot* NEW OC NEW OC i can't be tamed
CW: Magical whumpee, branding/scarification, burning, scalding metal, Whumper as caretaker, ... nice? whumper, implied nudity for a second, restraints.
(Pickett can transform into a marten but will never be whumped as an animal.)
The magician smiled as he walked through the market, taking in the sights of the bustling coastside Town. There were stands and carts, open shops and peddlers selling their wares. He could see the docks from the stone streets, could smell the foul salt in the air.
This was the last stop before the wild, before the world opened to those brave - or stupid - enough to explore it. It was a place of last chances, of hastily made decisions and half-thought through plans. Just like all the others, he was there to make his name.
One such salesman waved him over, encouraging him to spend his coins for the compasses and maps that could guide him to riches and fame. He waved him off, continuing on his walk. A girl offered him a handheld loaf of fresh bread, but he waved that off as well. The little creature sitting on his shoulder lifted it’s head to see, slowly following the girl with it’s blue eyes as the Magician kept walking. He smiled and scratched under its chin, more than happy to stop at another stand and buy the little furry thing some fruit as a treat.
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The moment the door was closed and bolted behind them, the creature jumped down from its perch around the man’s shoulders to the floor. He turned to busy himself with his organization, putting away his hat and bag with a dim blue light glowing behind him. When Errold turned, he threw the boy that had appeared in a wam brown robe.
Pickett wrapped it around himself quickly, hissing in a breath. His wrists - his wrists ached fiercely. Everything hurt, a dull pain that settled along his spine and across his hips. He had spent too long in his animal form, too long with bones and muscle and sinew out of alignment. He leaned side to side, trying to stretch out as quietly as he could. Something popped and his breathing hitched.
“Pickett? Are you okay?”
“Oh! No, I’m-I’m-I’m okay,” he said quickly, smiling up at Errold. He didn’t want him to know, didn’t want him to catch on. If he did, he might try and fix it and he, he couldn’t handle that right now.
Errold looked down at him, brow furrowed. “Are you sure?”
Pickett nodded a little too quickly, and winced. Errold raised a brow.
“I’m, it’s- I’m a little sore,” he finally admitted, pulling the robe closed tighter. He looked up apologetically to see the magician’s concerned face. “But I’m okay! It was just a long time.”
Errold hummed, walking over to the dreaded bookcase. “Not all that long, Pic. Let me see what I can do.”
“No!” Pickett tried to stand, to reach out a hand to stop the man, but his legs couldn’t hold him up and he fell forward. He hit his nose on the way down, and even though it didn’t hurt much, there was still blood on his hand when he drew it away. The Magician tutted and went down to his knees.
“Look at you, making a mess of yourself,” he muttered, examining the boy’s face. For some reason, Pickett shivered under his gaze.
“What, what, what if I, what if I just walked-” the man sighed loudly, interrupting him. Pickett cowered further into himself, avoiding eye contact. He knew he wasn’t supposed to ask, but what danger could they really be in here?
“Pic, you know better than to ask that. Again,” Errold muttered, picking up the boy and depositing him onto the low table. “You know why, you must still remember how dangerous it is out there for people like us. They’d lock me up, take you away from me.” He paused, lifting his chin gently until they finally met eyes.
“You don’t want that, now do you?”
Pickett blinked up at him and took a deep breath before he shook his head. No, no he didn’t want that. Errold laid a hand on his chest and pushed him back flat against the wood. As the man walked around, back to his book and supplies, Pickett’s heart was slowly starting to race. While he was distracted by his own fear, a hand slipped under the boy’s shirt near his stomach.
Errold cried out, jerking his hand back and shaking it to get rid of the spark of pain. Pickett sat up on his elbows, eyes wide. The older man glared at him, hand smoking faintly.
“Wait, wait wait wait, I can explain! I can!” Pickett tried, crawling backwards off the table. Errold didn’t bother to respond, striding forward and pinning him down. The boy squirmed and wiggled, but was no match in his exhausted state. Soon enough there were long strips of linen securing his wrists and ankles to the table legs, two more going over his collar bone and hips.
Gruffly and annoyed, Errold wrenched up his shirt to examine the intricate lines of gold that covered his body. Pickett tried to interrupt, to distract him, but was shushed harshly. With a sigh, the man ran his fingers along one line that had been scratched and inched and the gold picked out of the scar. He gave Pickett a disappointed side-eye.
“Pickett-”
“I’m sorry!” Pickett cried out, eyes glossy but no tears spilling out yet. “I’m sorry! I am! But, but it itched and, and Errold please it felt better when I took the rune out. I can control it this time, I really can. I know I can!”
Errold leaned down and cupped the boy’s face in both hands. Poor thing was shaking, scared of what was going to happen. He hated to see him this way, hated that this was really the best way to apply the runes.
“I know, I know Pic - and I’m sorry, Sweetheart. But you can’t just claw them out. They’re there for a reason, and you need to respect that. I know you don’t want to, but I have to put them back. Shh, don’t cry, Shh I know, I know it hurts. But you need them, Pickett.”
He brushed his hand down the boy’s dark hair, looking into light eyes as the tears spilled over and down his cheeks. Poor thing. Pickett shut his eyes and laid back against the wood, trying hard to stifle his crying. Errold was right, he was always right. But it would be okay, he could do it. He had survived the other hours upon hours it took to bind the rest of his body, he could make it through re-placing a few lines on his side.
And whatever other ones Errold would add.
When the muzzle was placed against his mouth, he didn’t buck or try to fight it. Honestly, it was almost welcome. The process hurt, and others would be disturbed by his cries of pain. Errold pet his hair back one last time with an affectionate look before he lifted the boy’s shirt all the way and went to light the small fire.
The rods of gold were long and thin, small as a delicate sprig from a rosebush. They were expensive and shined even in the leather pouch Errold kept them in. It had to be a good quality gold, one that was pure enough to handle the weight of the magic. As harmless as they were in this form, Pickett still shivered when he heard them clink together.
Errold used a bit of dusty chalk to paint the correct lines across his skin as he waited for the fire to build. This part never hurt, but the sensation of it still made his heart race. He squeezed his eyes shut and forced himself to wait.
The magician could see how hard the boy was trying for him, and he smiled sadly. Poor thing, but it really did try and be good for him. He would of course care for it afterwards, making sure he was as comfortable as possible. Donning thick gloves, Errold picked up a rod of gold and placed it in a specially crafted pipe. He’d had to make all these tools himself, designing them to work for what he needed. This pipe would not only help him melt the gold, but also apply it in even lines.
When it was ready, he returned to the boy bound to the table. He laid a hand on Pickett’s stomach in sympathy, then began his work.
Pickett cried out the first moment the molten liquid touched his skin, back arching and struggling in his restraints. It was beyond painful, beyond words he knew to describe it. It was burning through him, searing away paths and lines to cool in his skin. He sobbed into the muzzle, tears streaming down both sides of his temple. Every line, every dash burrowed farther into his skin. The pain built and built, with no regard to how much he could withstand. It didn’t care. It had no stake in how hard his heart pounding in his chest or how his lungs heaved for air. He just had to get through it, had to survive it.
He curled his hands into fists until he could feel the bite of his nails.
Errold hushed him softly, focused on following his chalk outline. His heart ached lightly, but only lightly. Pickett knew better than to dig the runes out. Any pain from the re-working of that was his own fault. Errold was doing this for his own good, he understood that. Pickett needed these, and Errold needed them.
It was mutually beneficial, he told himself.
Right as he was on the cusp of passing out, Errold pulled the pipe away to show he was finished. The new lines of gold over the boy’s dark skin were practically still glowing red, not yet having cooled down enough to shine their signature color. The magician didn’t dare touch them, just laid a damp cloth over the area.
Pickett whined loudly at the feeling, still heaving for breath. He could barely tell if his eyes were open at this point, just feeling like the world was distant from him. A hand touched his face to remove the muzzle but he couldn’t muster the strength to respond.
“Shh, shh Pic, you’re alright. Here,” Errold started, lifting him bodily from the table. Pickett whimpered, totally unaware that he had been untied. He was gently placed in his hammock, gratefully on his unhurt side, and left there as the magician tidied the rest of the room. The boy got his eyes open a few times, but the world was still blurry. He huffed through his nose and rubbed his face against the fabric, itching at the tear tracks across his face.
“Alright then,” Errold’s voice came and Pickett raised his head up. The man gathered him back out of the hammock and laid him on the bed. With just the back of his hand to the boy’s forehead he could tell he was already getting the fever, so he laid a damp cloth across it. The other wounds were still too tender to apply anything too strong, so he just used a general salve.
Pickett remained mostly quiet through the rest of the bandaging, simply letting it happen. He was a little more aware, however, when the magician wrapped his unharmed hands in bandages as well.
“To keep you from messing with them, Pickett,” Errold chided at the boy’s confused sound. Picket hadn’t done it much, but it would have to be something he would have to keep an eye on now. Perhaps he would pick up some mitts somewhere.
By the time he was done, Pickett’s fever was raging and he had to replace the cloth. He then returned him to the hammock to rest while he turned to his real work.
A request for a spirit guide had just come in, and it was an offer Errold had no desire to resist.
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Tagging @yet-another-heathen cause this idea actually came from a convo with them!
#whump#magical whump#branding tw#burning tw#whumper as caretaker#painful transformation tw#pickett#errold#whump fic#magical whumpee#hehehe
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Hey, just wanted to say that I love your fic “the Animal in Him”! Hope there will be a part two soon, but no pressure! Have a great day!
The Animal in Him (Part Two)
pairing: levi x fem!reader I nsfw
word count: 1790
summary: after levi got you all dirty, it's time he got you clean again, but your asshole is just too tempting
warnings: anal, rough sex, dirtytalk, swearing, semi-public sex, sub x dom, double penetration (fingers and dick)
authors note: every time i write another story about levi, it feels like i'm coming home. i love this man, best husbando forever and i wish he would do all these things to me. anyway, i hope you like part 2 of "The Animal in Him" (and i'm glad you like the fanfic so much <3)
all credits to the artist of this pic:
unfortunately i do not know who it is from
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"Spread them wider, pet".
You moan softly as your hands dig deeper into the fat of your butt and you spread your ass cheeks. The warm water puddles on your back and runs along your curves. Single drops make their way through the mounds you're pulling apart, mixing with the rest of Levi's juice still running out of your asshole.
"Mmm, that looks so good," Levi murmurs behind you, licking his lips. You look down over your shoulders at him. Crouching behind you, his wet hair sticking to his forehead, he eyes the most intimate corners of your body, surveying the rest of his work from a moment ago. His silver eyes sparkle up at you before one of his fingers finds its way to your little hole. Goosebumps overtake your body as he gently massages the brim and you bite your lip to stifle your moan. You lean your head back against the cold tiles and press your cheek against them. A long moan comes from between your lips as his finger penetrates you, starting at the first knuckle and then continuing. "Still stretched so nice for me, pet". Your tight walls twitch at his words, causing Levi to moan as well, "Fuck." His finger strokes along your insides, pushing his remaining cum deep inside you again. With an ease he slides a second finger to the other. Your legs start to shake and you try to hold onto the wall so you don't collapse. With slow movements, Levi fucks your asshole, occasionally spreading his fingers to massage your core. His hard cock drips at the sight of it and he swallows hard.
"Please ... Please fuck me." His fingers inside you feel so incredibly good, but you need more pressure. Your cunt is still swollen from the fuck a moment ago and your clit is begging for touch so your body can finally come. Your limbs tingle and your lower body throbs uncomfortably. The desire to finally be filled by him again grows and makes your head buzz.
"So you want me to fuck you, huh? Such a good pet," at these words he pulls out of you, making you moan. His big body straightens up behind you and your back pushes through. You claw into the wet wall beneath you as you present your ass to him. His eyes meet yours briefly and you see how dark they have become again. His pupils have exploded like they did earlier in the stall, making him look animalistic. His fat cock stands from him and twitches slightly, the head glistening like a pearl. He grips it and steps closer to you, rubbing along between the lips of your cunt and smearing your juice.
Just as he is about to enter you, the door to the men's washroom opens. You freeze in your movements and look at him in shock. You freeze in your movements and look at him in shock. Actually, Levi's plan had been to finish with you before the rest of the cadets got back from training, but someone threw a wrench in his works. He strains, trying to make out who it is over the splashing of your shower water, to tell them to fuck off. He meets your gaze and panic overcomes you as a smirk settles on his lips. It's convenient, of course. Footsteps move across the tiles before the curtain of the booth next to you is pulled closed and the water starts up there.
Levi leans over to you and puts his lips to your ears, "Guess who this is." A soft laugh comes from him before he pushes forward at the sound of the other shower and penetrates you, splitting you open. Your cunt sucks him up greedily and it feels like he's being sucked forward. You whimper softly and squeeze your eyes shut.
"Fuck, how can you be so tight again?" You press your hand over your mouth and moan into it as he digs forward, finally arriving at your cervix. He fits into you so perfectly, as always, as if he was made to fuck you. His thick cock fills you completely, each of his veins laying perfectly into the spongy structure inside you, and as he moves, his heavy, full balls slap against your clit at just the right angle. Each thrust from him, leaves you jerking up and moaning. Your voice and soft whimpers mix with the splashing of the shower water, forming a symphony in his ears. His big hands grip your waist to keep you in place in front of him and he increases his speed and strength. Inwardly, you hope the neighbour next door doesn't hear. Fortunately, he starts humming softly, which further overshadows your noises.
Each of Levi's thrusts is deep and hits every spot with relish. He fucks you against the cold tile wall while the blonde man showers on the other side. A knot slowly builds in your stomach and you shamelessly press against him to create more friction.
All at once, the nice feeling is gone and the familiar emptiness spreads through you. Just as you're about to complain, you feel a pressure on your asshole. Levi's cock presses into that hole, stretching it open nicely as well. "You didn't really think I wasn't going to fuck it again. Especially with Erwin on the other side of this wall," he moans in your ear, clawing into your flesh. "Fuck, it feels so good. I regret that we didn't do this sooner." His balls tighten and he clenches his teeth. So nice and tight, he's about to cum again. The still unfamiliar feeling spreads back inside you. The mixture of pleasure and the uncomfortable feeling of having to relieve form a diabolical mix that leaves your cunt dripping with envy.
"Please fuck my other hole again. Please fuck my pussy," you whisper under him, squirming back and forth. Tears form in your eyes. You desperately need to cum, your body is driving you crazy. But Levi wouldn't dream of letting your asshole go. Instead, he bends over your back and lets one of his hands wander between your legs. His long fingers find your warm hole and he presses three of his fingers into you at once. You moan loudly and roll your eyes. They dig deep into your skull as Levi finds a good rhythm to fuck both of your holes at the same time.
"Mmm, you like it when I fuck your cunt at the same time?" he murmurs behind you, watching the change in your face. Wrinkles form between your closed eyes as saliva runs from your slightly parted lips. The sight makes him moan and he hopes Erwin heard him. He presses deeper into you, "You're so dirty, no shower will help."
Your legs soften and you drop all your weight against the now warm shower wall. Again, a knot appears in your lower stomach area. The feeling of being filled like this is sinful. The stretching of your asshole blends beautifully with the massaging of your soft walls by his fingers. They keep pressing against the point below your navel and you lose your last connection to the earth.
"What were you thinking just now when we came back and my cum was squeezing out of you with every move you made?" vibrates Levi's dark voice behind you. His jaw tenses as he worships you like you're his goddess. He has to pull himself together hard to keep from cumming at the sight of you and the sounds you make because of him. "The others must have seen what a whore you are". You get a little louder at the word and squirm under him again. Once more, you hope that the shower drowns out your noises and that no one hears you. "How I wish I had told Erwin that your asshole was filled to the top with my cum. He probably would have wanted to fuck you anyway and you probably would have still let him." That thought drives you crazy. The knot inside you tightens and tightens, and the tears that have been pooling in the corners of your eyes begin to roll down your cheeks. They mix with the wetness of the water wetting your body. "Maybe I should just tell him now".
"No, you shouldn't?" you whisper, your lips trembling, your voice shaking.
"What is that supposed to be, a question?" He hit the nail on the head. In truth, you would never let Erwin touch you, but the thought brings you closer and closer to your climax. Again, your walls tighten, making Levi curse, "Fuck, tighten up even more, pet. Your walls are milking me at the thought of him shooting his cum to mine. You like that thought?" You moan under him and sob, "Should we just pull the curtain away and go to him? Should I show him what a good whore you are?"
"I'm so close to cumming, Levi." He ignores your statement and your crying and a brutal thrust hits the inside of your ass, "Look at me, pet."
Your tired body starts to move and you turn so that your eyes meet. Both of your holes flutter as you see his half-closed eyes. Deep black hits your soul and you seem to lose yourself in him. Fittingly, his dark strands spread wildly across his forehead, water dripping down from some of the tips and hitting your body. A deep sound comes from his throat as he feels your insides pulsing, "Come".
With that little word, your body explodes beneath him. He clings to your petite body beneath him and fucks you for as long as he can, through your orgasm before your hot body brings him to release as well. His cock pumps itself empty in your asshole and fills it to the brim again. Your bodies work against each other. Your voice is way too loud and Levi purposely pulls your hand away from your mouth so you can echo around the room. The humming in the booth next to you stops, but you can't stop screaming your head off. Again and again Levi's name resounds through the washroom and it fires him with pride to make you come like this next to his commander. This continues until you come down from your high. Levi pulls out of you and takes you in his arms, slithering down the wet tiles with you like this before you sit on the floor. His full lips settle on yours for a brief moment before moving to your jaw, "I'm looking forward to the next time Erwin looks at your ass." If that's the consequence, so are you.
#captain levi#levi heichou#levi x y/n#levi x you#levi x reader#snk manga#snk x reader#shingeki no kyojin#attack on titan#levi smut#levi ackerman#attack on titan smut#attack on titan x you#aot x y/n
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𝐀𝐦𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐇𝐨𝐥𝐢𝐝𝐚𝐲
Married Couple!Jaehyun x reader
63. “Wow, I didn’t realize you were that...flexible.”
88. “I’m up for it if you are.”
warnings: impreg kink
a/n: here ya go @plump-peach!! repost with the pic of your request bc tags weren’t working (not surprised tho) when i posted and replied to it, but sorry it took so long, hope you like it bby!!
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It was your first Christmas together as a married couple. The year gave you such a headache, from performances to sneaking around with Jaehyun, hiding from Dispatch, you finally had the weekend to yourself. No one said it was easy being married to an idol, you had met him coincidentally when you were studying dance in the local college and were asked to become a backup dancer for NCT. The rest is history.
Before spending Christmas day with both of your families, Jaehyun wanted to reserve a secluded winter cabin and spend time with you before the hectic holidays with your families and his members. You promised no gifts for each other but just the presence of one another.
“Are you liking it?” Jaehyun asked, his head propped up on his arm on the bed.
“Yeah I do,” you turned to smile at your husband, “thank you for such a wonderful time here.”
“Of course-” he leaned into you, “-I hated sneaking around Dispatch, this is the least I could do after what I put you through.”
“And I’d do it again,” you smiled, closing the space between both of your lips.
Maybe it was bad, but ever since you two arrived at the secluded cabin, you couldn’t get enough of each other; hands in each other’s hair, legs tangled together, and the room saturated with the smell of sex and sounds of pleasure. You blamed it on the freezing weather and the home-like feeling the holiday always brought.
Jaehyun’s lips moulded perfectly with yours, he brought warmth to your legs, the quivering feeling making you pull them together. He noticed and scoffed at your avoidance to accept your arousal. With his lips nipping your bottom lip, he pulled away earning a sigh from you as you followed your gaze from your lips to his eyes, the subtle slyness in his eyes eliciting goosebumps on your skin. That’s when you knew tonight was going to be particularly different, especially when Jaehyun lifted his weight from you and held your hand, hoisting you up and taking you to the living room. You managed to grab the light blanket around you before he fully pulled you out of bed, still being naked. You quickly wrapped your naked body before the cold air got to it.
“W-what are you d-doing?” You sputtered, sex was always fun with Jaehyun because there was always something new, but he always told you and asked you beforehand.
Jaehyun sat himself in front of the fireplace with you before him. His breath hitched when he glanced at you, your skin glowing gold before the flames of the fire and your hair perfectly framing your face, falling on your naked shoulders. Your eyes held a sense of innocence and curiosity for his actions, making him gush. “Just wanted to try something new.”
You tilt your head to the side, getting a good look at the fireplace. You chuckled when you realized what he was implying, “in front of the fireplace?” he nodded, his dimples divoting in his cheeks. you bent forward until your lips were barely touching Jaehyun’s, “Well, I’m up for it if you are.”
And of course he was into it. In a swift motion, Jaehyun’s arms wrapped around your body, gently setting you on the floor, not even bothering to put a pillow under you. He was so excited, so excited to just feel you, feel your skin against his, feel your nails scratching his back, and feeling your pussy swallow his throbbing cock.
You noticed the giddiness in his eyes and the small smile on his lips and you couldn’t help but ask, “has this been a fantasy of yours?” Jaehyun nodded again, his dimples making an appearance, once again. You poked them and perched yourself on your elbows to kiss his cheeks.
“Let me take care of you tonight, hm?” he was kind in asking you, but you still sensed the dominance in him creeping up on his hands, one of them now sitting on your breast.
When Jaehyun squeezed the flesh in his large hands, your lips parted, letting him know that whatever he was doing, it was working. He massaged them before pinching your perking nipple between his fingers, which ultimately made you arch your back. Feeling his fingertips trace down to your stomach, brushing over your navel, and down to your clothed pussy.
You hitched your breath from the edging feeling of his touch, earning a playful smirk from Jaehyun, “you like that? Just wait until I take you tonight,” his lips brushing your ear.
Your eyes widened and you inhaled a sharp breath when his hands maneuvered to your womanhood after throwing your underwear to the side, his long fingers not even bothering to coat themselves in your essence but instead harshly entering your pussy. Your eyes rolled back from the sharpening feeling, immediately stretching you out.
Unlike the other nights, Jaehyun was riled, he wasn’t being soft, but instead being so hard and quick. He was quick to get hard, his tip just brushing against your thigh as he bent forward to kiss you aggressively, sucking your bottom lip and drawing it out with his teeth.
“Look so pretty tonight,” he groans, his eyes failing to leave your lips between his teeth.
“Please stop playing around,” you whine when he finally lets go of your lips, “please, Jae, just-”
“Spit it out, tell me what you want, baby” Jaehyun sighs, his biggest wish is to hear you beg.
“I want you, I need to feel you- my gosh just- FUCK!!” You jolted forward, lurching your arms trying to grab ahold of Jaehyun, trying to just grasp onto anything as he thrusted into you, his tip hitting the spot that made you see the stars. You tried your best to narrow your eyes at him at his failure to warn you, but you couldn’t even keep your eyes from squeezing shut.
“Why didn’t...you say so...before,” Jaehyun grunts as his thrusts become harder, deeper.
Instead of replying, you cry out, tears brimming your face as your back arches, the pain of the wooden floor unsuccessfully bringing your head some sort of comfort. Jaehyun noticed you slightly hitting your head on the floor from the upbringing feeling of your climax, that’s why he wrapped his hand around the back of your head, a way to protect yourself from getting hurt and to bring you closer to me.
“Are you going to answer me?” He asks you, who timidly makes eye contact with him, your jaw dropped.
You shyly nod, biting back a moan, “I...I d-don’t know.”
Jaehyun shakes his head, a grin appearing on his face almost as if he knew what he was doing to you, “fucking you so hard, you can’t even come up with the words. Fucking you dumb.” You couldn’t reply to his dirty comment because you were too busy rolling your eyes to the back of your head, exactly proving his point.
The moment Jaehyun grabs onto your legs and wraps them around his waist is the moment where you absolutely lose it. The new angle brings a different, a deeper feeling of his cock hitting the spot where you could almost taste the euphoria on the tip of your tongue. The tongue which dances with Jaehyun when he bends down to plant a kiss, the lewd sounds of him ramming into you and tongues and teeth clashing are louder than the crackling of the fireplace. He moans into the kiss when he snaps his hips into yours, knowing that you’d be incredibly sore the next morning, which makes him thrust even harder.
In the midst of your intimate moment, a sudden thought comes to your mind; a new position. You two weren’t really to explore unnatural positions, but you just needed to feel all of him, you wanted to feel closer, more intimate. Slowly, you unwrapped your legs from Jaehyun’s waist with him giving you a questioning expression. You reassured him with a kiss that you knew what you were doing. In a calm matter, you spread your legs open as far as you could, thanking your flexibility from all of those years of dancing.
A glint of lust filled Jaehyun’s eyes as your legs spread farther open, giving him more access to push into you, “Wow, I didn’t realize you were that...flexible.”
“Guess I have all of those years of dancing to thank for,” you smile up at him.
Albeit the position, Jaehyun doesn’t hesitate to slow or quicken his pace, he’s careful because it’s an area you two never explore. Which he figured that you two should do more often because he never knew that just the spread of your legs could give him more access to shove his tip in deeper. He groans from the way your pussy swallows his cock, the sounds of the lewd act, and the way you squirm under him, telling him how good he feels in you.
“Go faster,” you pant, hands grasping his shoulders.
Quickly, Jaehyun increases the pace which makes you tremble in his arms, tears quickly spilling from the corners of your eyes. The rapid speed of each other’s hips shoving into one another makes the pit of your stomach warm and your throat tighten.
“You’re close, aren’t you?” Jaehyun smirks, you only nod to his question as your feet curl.
Jaehyun was always thoughtful in offering to take care of you and making sure you come at least three times, sometimes four. To be honest, he really didn’t think you’d pull through, but you always manage to amaze him. He finds a moment in time to admire your beauty; the red and purple marks scattered across your neck, collarbone, chest, lead down to your stomach, and when he looks up at you, your hair is splayed against the wood floor, some of it sticking to your forehead and the side of your face from sweat. He swears he can come right then and there. When his gaze switches to your face, it holds a golden glow on the rise of your cheeks, making you look like the sun, his world.
“God you’re so beautiful,” he moans, his head falling back as his hands find their way to your clit, quickly rubbing circles.
You sobbed in his touch, his thrusting cock, everything drove you into another dimension as he kept pounding into you relentlessly. Thank goodness for the isolation of the cabin or else you know you’d be dealing with calls from the neighboring houses.
“Cum, cum for me love. Want to feel your cum all over my cock,” Jaehyun lowly said, his eyes dark and determined to make you come undone.
After a few more thrusts, the arising feeling grows in your pussy, immediately clenching when you climax with screwed eyes and clenched fists. Jaehyun holds onto your jerking body as your limbs thrash against the overwhelming feeling.
Focused on your sensitivity, he rides you out as your legs fall limp into their regular stance, “that’s it baby, do it for me.”
You know what he’s doing, “it’s okay, I can take it,” you stroke your hand through his hair, letting him know that he can chase his climax also.
Jaehyun’s gentle when he begins rocking into you again, chasing his own euphoria. You praise him as he does, aware that it turns him on and makes him come quicker.
“Cum for me, baby. Want you to come in me...want to carry your baby, let everyone know how well you knocked me up,” you whisper in his ear, your voice full of sultry.
“Ohhh, you’re so good for me,” Jaehyun groaned, “you’re mine. All mine. Want to have my baby? Let everyone know I knocked you up? Fine. You’re so dirty, so have it your way, princess.”
And soon, Jaehyun’s hips stutter and his groans become higher pitched as he reaches his orgasm. His body shakes as he bends down, his body weight pressed on top of yours as he hides his face in your neck, nipping the warm skin. You peck his temple as he manages to calm down, his breath becoming steady again.
With strong arms, Jaehyun lifts you into his embrace and carries you back to the master bedroom. The room is cold from the missing human heat, but when Jaehyun slides next to you to bring you to his chest, everything is restored.
With a dimpled smile and whiskered cheeks, Jaehyun plants a passionate kiss on your lips, making both of your hearts swell, “Happy holidays, my love.”
#jaehyun imagines#jaehyun smut#nct 127 smut#my writings#repost bc tags hate me#jaehyun au#jaehyun x reader
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Fic: Little Bit Hot, Little Bit (Bitter) Sweet
For @peachworthy ,who asked about Link's ennui when it came to his bachelor party and its lack of strippers. (Warning for infidelity)
"So, what was that about?"
Link and Rhett are back in their office, gathering up their things. The Mythical Crew has already checked out for the day, leaving the two lifelong friends alone and Rhett is looking at Link inquisitively after posing this question.
Link, not meeting his eyes, is idly adjusting the zipper on his laptop bag, "Don't know what you mean."
Rhett rolls his eyes, "Of course you do. You got all weird when we analyzed that one organizational pic. The one for the bachelor trip. Why? Was it cause I got another point?"
Link hasn't redirected his attention from the bag, so Rhett presses on, "I can't help that I smoke you at these things, man."
"It wasn't that," Link cuts in neatly, words practically overlapping over Rhett's, "It's..."
He shrugs helplessly, "Silly."
"It ain't," Rhett argues, "Not if it bothers you this much, so," he gestures to him to continue even as he says, "Go on..."
Link sighs and finally looks away from the bag, putting it to one side. He sits on their couch and flaps his hands," Look, I was just thinking back on my bachelor party and how it wasn't that big a celebration and it just-? I don't know...brought me down? It's just that there are a finite amount of things you can experience in your life and I guess I just've been feeling like I missed out on a lot."
"... because you didn't have strippers?"
Link levels Rhett with a look at that, but Rhett counters with his own, "Look, bo - we both got plenty of time left. Is that it? This some kinda midlife crisis thing? Cause I know Lily's going to college has left you feeling a lil'-?"
"I'm not having a midlife crisis," Link returns in a slightly waspish tone, arms crossing, "I'm simply recognizing things I missed out on "
"Link, if...if you want to go to a strip club-?"
"Christ," Link hisses with a surprising amount of annoyance - so much so that Rhett bristles at it, surprised and hurt until Link drops, "I don't want that. I just-? I want-?"
His voice drops in volume, soft and sad, "I just want to feel special."
Rhett blinks in shock. He opens his mouth, closes it. He's at a complete loss on how to answer, which a relatively new experience for him. Luckily, Link is more than up for filling in the silence, "Ain't like I need a stripper for that... albeit someone taking off their clothes for my enjoyment is a nice benefit, but..."
Rhett just stands there. Looming above Link, thinking and silent and Link shrugs again, rubs his palms over his knees, "Been married for forty three years... getting to damn near fifty and I don't regret a second of it, but it's-? It's nice, y'know?"
He sighs and tips his head back so it rests against the couch, eyes closed, "It's nice now and again to think of yourself as... attractive. Special."
The silence stretches out and Link shakes his head, "Man, just-? Just ignore me. I'm talking crazy, I'm talking-!"
Link's words are cut off by the sound of music coming from their blue tooth speakers. It takes him a minute to recognize it and when he does, his head shoots upright lightning fast, eyes wide, because it's ZZ Top.
It's not the kind of tune they normally listen to, but as Billy Gibbons starts singing for someone to give him all their loving, Rhett starts shaking his hips.
It's overly theatrical and he's toying with his shirt, lifting up the hem this way and that and Link bursts into giggles. Is his friend serious?
Apparently he is, as he starts making 'come hither' motions to Link and Link, still laughing, shakes both his head and hands, because no way is he going to get up and dance with this lovable idiot.
Rhett, undeterred, shifts his attention to his shirt again – whipping it off in one smooth motion before raising it one handed above his head, spinning it in crazy circles.
Link, seeing now exactly what his pal’s intentions are, begins to hoot and holler, clapping as if watching a real strip show. Rhett makes sure to toss the shirt at him and Link catches it easily.
He fawns over it dramatically, fanning himself and going as full ham as he can. Rhett’s nose scrunches up and he bends over laughing, clutching at his knees a moment before tossing his long hair back, a near perfect replica of a professional stripper tossing back her locks around during a routine.
He spins on his heels and kicks off his shoes clumsily before turning back, unbuttoning his jeans and slipping them off with as much skill as he did the shirt.
Once again, he tosses the discarded article of clothing at Link, who this time tosses it aside as if it’s an annoyance. There’s Rhett, in his boxer briefs and socks, shaking his booty at Link and it’s – without a doubt – one of the greatest things Link has ever seen.
Absolutely hilarious and silly and just the thing to snap him out of his blues.
As Link starts pretending to ‘make it rain’, Rhett dancing within the fake flurry of bills, he wonders idly if Rhett is going to climb upon his lap.
If he’ll embark on some faux lap dance or try to find something that he can work as a pole, but instead Rhett backs up and Link can’t help but snort, pumping one fist as he brusquely cheers, “Back dat thing up!”
Rhett stops again, chuckling, and Link breaks down as well, the two losing themselves to laughter. Link suspects at any moment Rhett will stand upright and resume a more conservative mien, but instead Rhett literally waggles his ass near Link and Link can’t help but pretend to spank him.
To be fair, he kind of really did spank him in that video they did – what’s so different about this?
Well, it turns out it is different, because when Rhett unceremoniously seats himself upon Link’s lap, his back to Link’s front, things are...not exactly the same.
Okay, so, yes – they did this in that same video – however, in that video, it had all been for show and Rhett hadn’t been…so…fully seated. Much less…grinding.
He’s grinding joyously on Link’s lap, completely unaware that this has just gone a wee bit too far, because yeah, the heat of him? The feel?
…oh boy.
Link’s…’not so’ little Link notices. And then some. Rhett’s rocking against him in perfect sync with the thrumming bass of the song and it’s been awhile since Link has felt this kind of special. Both he and Christy have been busy with this or that and this is…ahhh…
Rhett really works himself downward, creating a fantastic friction between his ass cheeks and Link’s burgeoning erection and Link closes his eyes tight, ready to speak up when Rhett knocks back against him some, tone throaty, “This working for you?”
“Rhett…” Link chokes out and Rhett, having yet to clearly recognize any troublesome signs, just gives him the sauciest grin, “Thinking it’s working for me. Working up a good ol’ sweat – might have ta take this act on the road, see if Jes-!”
“No,” Link grunts, because…he can’t think about that right now. He can’t think about anything. Instead, he grabs a firm hold of Rhett and does his best to halt his movement.
Rhett makes a questioning sound and then? Then he flushes. His cheeks grow fully crimson, green eyes wide as he pushes back just that little bit and he lets out a quiet, ‘Oh.’
Link nods. Rhett stops his movements completely. Link sits there in horrified humiliation, waiting for the hammer to drop, but then? Then Rhett does something completely crazy.
Crazy, immoral – absolutely nuts.
He…starts moving again.
This time with…intent.
He circles his hips and rocks backwards and Link lets out a choked sob, confused and betrayed and yet…unable to deny himself. His grip moves to Rhett’s hips and they’re surprisingly full. They fill up his sweating palms perfectly and Link can’t help himself.
He curses and prays to God equally as he locks down on Rhett and thrusts up. His rapidly swelling dick reaches its maximum hardness and – even through all the layers – he swears he can feel that sweet spot between Rhett’s cheeks – feel that hidden spot, that entrance, that-!
Link’s head knocks back on a full throttle moan and Rhett is not helping as he swallow thickly, muttering his own curse and…moving again.
Rhett is moving again.
And then so is Link.
They start working against one another – Rhett bearing down, Link thrusting up and the air fills with the sounds of their thick, heavy panting – whimpers and moans and Link knows his grip on Rhett has to be bruising and he wants to ease up, wants to relax it, but he can’t, he can’t.
He can do nothing but chase after this vicious, hungry pleasure and it’s like a beast inside of him has been awoken. It snarls and bears its fangs and bears down on its prey with full force.
What had started off as stupid fun has turned into a charged, erotic moment beyond comprehension and Rhett gasps Link’s name, gasps nonsensical things – filthy things.
And when Link hears something along the lines of ‘can practically feel you in me’ he loses himself entirely. With a sharp cry, his body releases – his cock throbbing with endless ecstasy as wet, hot heat fills the front of his drawers As his cock exerts itself, spilling his seed, balls pulsing and it’s so good, so good, so good.
It takes him awhile to recognize he’s chanting this helplessly into Rhett’s back as he thrusts up into him. As he cums and cums and he’s never had a climax like this.
One that leaves him blind, deaf, and dumb to everything. But then -just as wonderfully as the spell washed over him – it washes away.
And he’s cold.
And he’s ashamed.
And he’s…fuck.
The fact his next thought is that he wants more just makes him feel even worse and then Rhett slowly peels his fingers away from him.
The force Link used to hold Rhett in place is horrifying to him and he wouldn’t be surprised if Rhett never forgives him for it, if it wasn’t for the fact that – when Rhett rises – he’s clearly aroused.
His own underwear is tented by his obviously full cock and he turns to Link and licks his lips, eyes bright and hot as he husks, “Be back.”
Rhett disappears into their shared bathroom and Link has no doubt about what he’s doing in there. Not that Link is going to wait around to find out. He immediately springs from the chair. He springs from the chair and flees – flees because that wasn’t supposed to happen.
Nothing like that was ever, ever supposed to happen and his whole body is still humming with the afterglow of pleasant release and yet his eyes are burning with unshed tears because – what has he done?
What did he do? What did they do?
He just wanted to feel special and now?
Now, he feels nothing.
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Ok a very small short thirst for Fyodor. I hope this doesn't suck, I have just started watching Bungou Stray Dogs and have not yet seen him. I only know of pics and videos on YouTube. I researched and tried my best.
FYODOR X FEMALE
SMUT WARNING THIRST
His fingers burn themselves into the flesh of your thighs, leaving marks a top of your flawless skin. A brand of sorts, showing you were his, matching those on your neck where his teeth sunk in as he sucked deeply.
Your body now lay littered with hickeys and bruises from his rough handling, but what could he say, he couldn't control himself with you. He didn't want to. His hardness was fully sheathed in your aching core.
"Now my precious Kiska, you are mine, say it for me" he purred in that smooth russian accent oh his, his amethyst eyes boring into you, daring you to talk back to your God. He had claimed you as his whether you wanted it or not. Now you were helpless under him, legs over his shoulders, your most intimate area exposed to him. Trying to catch your breath from the intrusion of his cock driving into you. All you could do was whimper as your body tried to adjust to his size.
"Tch I'm not hearing my lovely printsessa angelic voice, perhaps you need a lesson hmm" he proclaimed.
Judging by the malicious look in his light purple eyes you didn't want the lesson he spoke of. Shaking your head. Dreading what he could do to you.
"No, please I'm sorry, I'm yours Fyodor, you own me" you cried.
"That's right, you are." He hissed harshly, slowly pulling his dick out of you. "Now I can make you feel heaven.....or hell" he smirks down at you, slamming his hips forward, burying himself balls deep in your depths with one sharp thrust. Your mouth slack in a broken sob, you whine at his aggressive reminder.
"Thats gotta hurt kroshka, such a small little hole you have, I could break you easily. I truly am your God aren't I" he says removing himself from you once more.
"Yes" you answered fast, not wanting another punishment.
"Good kroshka" he praises you, sinking back in your warm channel. “You're so tight” he moaned, placing his hands on either side of your head, trapping you beneath him. Slowly pushing all the way inside you, your pussy clamping down on him as he began sliding in and out, each time his pace increased, your walls shaping around his fat length, encasing him in your velvet grip while he stretched you so wide.
“That’s it, take every inch of me.” He growled above you, his dark locks tickling your face. His thick cock pumping into your wet cunt, stuffing you so full. You could feel him throbbing inside you, your whole body shivered as he repeatedly hit that bumpy patch deep within that made your toes curl.
“My kiska likes that doesn’t she” he groans, his long shaft now pounding furiously into you. “I’m gonna fill you with my seed, my pretty little slut.” he continued to plunge forward, ramming in and out of your entrance. “See your body wants me, you look so beautiful coming undone for me.” he hummed. The sound of slapping skin was so loud you were sure everyone could hear, but you didn't care, ecstasy jolted through you with every move he made. He felt so good pulsing inside you.
Your hands grabbed his toned bicep, trying to find something to keep you grounded, white hot pleasure tore through your body as you fluttered around him climaxing hard, soaking his thickness. The feeling of you clenching his rutting cock sent him over the edge, the tingling in his balls spiraled out as he thrust completely inside you burying himself to the hilt in your constricting heat, his manhood twitched emptying his hot cum in your womb. Taking a second to catch his breath he leaned down pressing a passionate kiss to your lips. “I’m gonna enjoy training you my love” he grinned.
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