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sinnerpalace · 3 months

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you (daniel ricciardo x reader)

Daniel Ricciardo x Best Friend!Fem!Reader

explicit content warning!

Y/n’s Point of View:

Yellow. Summer. Wide smiles. Optimism. Hope. Bikes. Oversized clothing. tattoos.

All innocent things that remind me of Daniel. I was there when he drove those little electric cars around our neighborhood. I was also there when he eventually traded that little car in for a kart. I was raised around his high-energy, adrenaline-filled, and smile-filled childhood. I lived through a long-distance friendship when he moved to a different continent. I joined and followed him around the world on his hunt for a world title. I will always be there to support him 100% and that will not change anytime soon.

Midnight. Clubs. Hands. Wine. Toned. Choking. Scarlet Red. Candles.

All sinful things I have associated with Daniel. I remember when Daniel first lost his virginity. He was so eager to share the details of that night with me. We laughed until our bodies screamed for oxygen and talked about how he could improve his “performance” for next time. I didn’t feel any emotion but happiness for him at that moment, but now 17 years later, the slight notion of him hooking up with someone lights my body in jealousy. My mind betrayed my head as I imagined what Daniel is like in bed. Is he sweet and caring? Rough and daunting? Kinky and adventurous? I can’t help but envy those who have seen him euphoric in pleasure. lost in another world yearning with a pure need for more. Animalistic with the need to cum.

I apply a thin layer of clear lip gloss before spraying setting spray and using a fan to dry my face after I finish my makeup. Stepping back, I admire my body in the black skin-tight and sheer dress I am wearing. I am hoping to maybe bring someone back to my place tonight seeing as it’s been a month since I’ve gotten laid. I grab a pair of black mules before heading downstairs to slip them on and head out to the club.

I enter the club and allow my eyes to adjust to the darkness and strobing lights. I walk toward the VIP section and meet the looks of half of the grid. Once I arrive at the gate, Daniel unlocks it and offers his hand for me to grab to make sure I don’t slip. Once I get settled into a seat he leans down to my ear before whispering “You look great tonight.” A slight shiver goes down my spine and I stop myself from showing him how much he was affecting me. God if only he was mine…

I turn my head towards him and offer a smile before shooting back “Thanks. You don’t look too bad yourself.” He laughs before grabbing one of the shot glasses off the tray sitting on the table in front of us, and offering it up to me. I take it from his hand as he reaches for another, we clink the small glasses together before we throw them back. I struggle to get it down for a few seconds, but I manage to slide it down before I spit it back up.

Somewhere between another shot and a glass of red wine, I end up with some guy named Jake on the dance floor. His hands roam my body before settling on my hips as some weird club mix plays in the background. About 2 songs later, I look toward VIP to see if Daniel and some mutual friends were still there and I make eye contact with him. His look intensifies as I grind my ass back into Jake. I feel what I can only assume is little Jake.

I flip my body around, throwing my arms around his neck before leaning my lips towards his mouth. Time doesn’t seem to pass as I continue to make out with him on the middle of the dance floor. Moments pass before my body begins to crave oxygen and I stop kissing Jake. A thin line of spit connecting our lips before I feel someone staring at me. I begin to separate my body from Jake’s and look towards the VIP section once again.

Daniel's eyes bore into me. Is he angry? I move away from Jake and try to walk back to my friends when Jake grabs my wrist.

“You are breathtaking.” He says while throwing me a shy smile. I return his gesture before responding.

“Thank you.” I continue to walk, allowing his hand around my wrist to slip. I make it back to where I was sitting and allowed Daniel’s hand to fall upon my thigh. He leans his head against my ear before whispering into my ear.

“Was he a good kisser?”

“Are you jealous, Dan?” His hand strokes up and down my thigh while his hot breath hits my ear. I want him.

Daniel’s hand trails higher up my thigh while he seductively whispers, “No. You’ve always been mine”. I need him. He grips my thigh a little harder than I expect and pulls a small whimper out. He places a small kiss under my ear before pulling back slightly.

“Prove it.”

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As soon as we enter my apartment Daniel pushes my body against the door while he kisses down my throat. Little sighs leave my mouth as he begins to suck marks into the area below my neck pulling moans out of me. My hands grip onto his shoulder before sliding down to the front of his button-down shirt. I try to unbutton the shirt before getting frustrated and just pulling the shirt apart, ripping the button off the shirt.

Daniel gasps before grabbing my hand and pulling me towards my bedroom, pushing me against the nearest wall. He grips my throat leaving me gasping for breath as he leans down to place a kiss against my pliant lips. “You’re just so eager aren’t you? You just couldn’t wait could you?” He questions into the air before guiding and pushing me onto the bed while still controlling my oxygen.

“Please Danny Please” I beg between little gasps of breath. He begins to rid my body of the mini black dress. I kick my heels off and reach for Daniel. I wrap my arms around his neck and tangle my hands into his hair. Our lips meet again before I yank on his hair, he gasps and I take this moment to shove my tongue into his mouth, controlling the pace of the kiss. He begins to grind his hips into mine and I moan into his mouth.

We break apart and I allow my eyes to travel down his body before he flips my body over. Daniel takes the opportunity to trail kisses down my spine before stopping right before my ass. I feel his large hand pull at the band of my underwear before he lets it go and snaps at my waist. A small groan leaves my throat as he tugs them down and discards them with the pile of our clothes. I feel him grip my ass before pulling them apart and for a moment, I struggle to breath. It’s only when he decides to flick his tongue against my hole does a moan escape my parted lips and steal my breath away.

“Dan,” I moan. “Please. I need more.” Daniel just gives a brief “mmhh” before sliding his tongue over my asshole down to my clit. He flicks his tongue against it before placing his whole mouth on it and sucks. My arms tremble and my legs shake as I feel the inevitable orgasm coming closer and closer. “More,” I whine. Daniel doesn’t hesitate to follow instructions as he sucks harder and lets his tongue lap at my clit. I let out even more moans and I am so close to coming when Daniel stops.

“What are you doing? I was so close,” I say. I wanted to scream and cry.

“Awww. Don’t worry, baby. You’ll come on my cock.” he responds. I hear Daniel unzipping his jeans and coming near my body again. He places his hands on my upper back and pushes down. I let my body follow the guidance of his hands. My chest pressed completely to the bed while my ass is pointed upwards. He traces around my pussy with his index finger, teases around my clit and hole before pushing in. Daniel slowly fingers me with his index finger before adding his middle. The way they are sliding against my walls is driving me crazy.

“Daniel please. Fuck me,” I beg while pushing my ass against his hand. The sharp slap on the lef cheek of my ass shuts me up quickly. Moments later, he adds a third finger and now I can really feel the stretch. He struggles to fit it in and applies more pressure which has me rolling my eyes back.

“Listen to you begging for my cock. Hmm? You want it so bad don’t you,” Daniel teases while continuing fucking his fingers in and out. He pulls his fingers out my pussy and joins me on the bed. He lines his body up with mine and I feel his cock bounce against my leg briefly. Oh god. He is hugeeeee.

As I internally freak out, the tip of his cock brushes up and against my pussy. “Fuck, that feels so good. More,” I moan out. Daniel presses the tip against my hole and wowwwww his cock stretches me out even more as he slowly pushes into me. Once I feel his hips press against my ass, I tighten my pussy around his cock and lose my mind at the groans he lets out. He presses his head against my back while speaking to me.

“You are going to kill me,” Daniel mumbles out before sitting up again and pulling his entire cock out of me before rapidly thursting into me. I barely have time to breathe as my face is pushed into the mattress and he goes crazy. Moan after moan is heard in the room between his gasps of breath.

“I am about to come,” I shout as Daniel's pace begins to lose its pattern. He removes his hands from my head and his fingers begin to swipe over my clit and bring me over the finish line. He doesn’t stop though, he continues to fuck me through the orgasm and into the point of oversensitivity. Tears begin to fall as I beg Daniel to slow down. He paints my walls white as he comes in my pussy and I clench rythmically on his cock. I groan and turn my head to the right to let out a few deep breaths. He leans his head down and places a few chaste kisses against my lips before he begins to slowly slide out of me. Once out, I collapse my lower half against the bed and roll over onto my back.

I look up at Daniel and he has this kind of shy smile covering his face. I let out a small chuckle. How does a man who has just given me the best orgasm ever seem so reserved right after the fact? He joins me on the bed, pulling me onto his body slightly and pulling my comforter over us. His hand rubs up and down my back as the comfortable silence fills the room and washes over us.

Daniel breaks the silence as he says “Dinner. Tomorrow night?”

“Of course,” I respond as I trace small shapes on his chest. “It’s always been you. You know that right?”

“No, I didn’t, but I want to,” He says slowly before turning his head towards me and locking eyes. I give him a small smile and leave my head up for another kiss. His large hand rests on my cheek as he leads the kiss. I lean my forehead against his, sharing the oxygen trapped between us. I enjoy this moment before removing my head from his and laying my head against my pillow.

a/n: so I am giving this another try lol. i am trying to find time to for this blog since i am now in college and my schedule is really busy. - sinner

p.s. - if there is an errors please let me know. i do not have beta reader

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b1mbodoll · 7 months

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gabs what are your opinions on dom g!p step-sister!yunjin? 🥺

pairings: huh yunjin x f! reader

warnings: g!p + stepcest + exhibitionism + breath play + impact play + breeding + degradation + creampies + pregnancy ment

💌: head empty just stepsis yunjin 😓

stepsis! yunjin is so weird! stepsisters aren’t supposed to grope your tits or hump your ass with their hard cock, but that doesn’t stop her. she’s such a slut for you n always sneaks into your room when your parents are asleep. she pounds you into the mattress and forces your face into a pillow when you get too loud, drool drenching the soft material as she fucks you stupid.

she takes advantage of you every time your parents are away n even when theyre home she’s still so needy, balls up your panties n stuffs ‘em in your mouth to keep you quiet 🥺 she expects you to take everything she gives you n gets upset when you squirm and try to deny her your cunt, slaps n chokes you while railing your tight hole bc you were “misbehaving” according to her

“you’re so stupid, sis.” yunjin tells you, wrapping both of her hands around your neck, restricting your oxygen. “stupid sluts like you don’t get to breathe, especially not bratty ones,” she sneers, your vision goes hazy, the lack of oxygen making you go stupid and squeeze her dick so tight.

your stepsister releases the pressure a tiny bit and you gasp as she fucks into you faster, her balls slapping against your ass with every thrust.

“gonna cum, gonna fill your pussy with my cum ‘nd knock you up.” yunjin’s words slightly slurred as she nears her release. “take it, take it, take it!” she chants, pounding into you relentlessly til she dumps her load inside of you, eyes watching your pretty face as you cum with her.

#i completely forgot this was in my drafts!!!!!!!!!!!#♡.signed. sealed. delivered.#♡.the honeypot #le sserafim #huh yunjin #le sserafim x reader smut #le sserafim smut #huh yunjin x reader #huh yunjin smut #💌.g!p #💌.stepcest #💌.exhibitionism #💌.breath play #💌.impact play #💌.degradation #💌.breeding #💌.creampies #💌.pregnancy

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stupd000 · 2 months

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My typed reaction of Vegas BA bc everyone’s asleep

I love the guy who checks us in

Oh um don’t call me pet

Ermmmmm

Okay don’t like it so far

aw shucks i missed you too boo

no i will not come closer

ew no go away

oh nvm ig we are

wait so are we the dog or is he

okay this is getting boring

can we fuck now

oh wait nvm this is hot

oh WE’RE the puppy

that’s um

okay

is he calling me special

no i’m not ready to play VEGA.

i have a feeling we’re not alone

or we are

idk

okay we got some vouyers

that’s erm

okay

don’t call me pet

weirdo

excitement? no honey i’m scared

yes fear

ok can we fuck now

damn he talks a lot

stop echoing

oh don’t call me pup

oh this is some like

kinky kinky shit

how big is Vega

just in general cuz i thought he was like

6,1 and scrawny

um no my breath is oxygen not yours

this is definitely um

yeah

correct circumstances?

wardrobe?? bitch what is this Narnia

DONT CALL ME A PUPPY THATS WEIRD

i’m kink shaming

I am not getting on all fours what the fuck

oh nvm ig we are

this is uncomfortable

TAIL????

this is some furry shit

UM ..!

NO I WILL NOT CRAWL

WHATTTTTT

ASS?

SLUT???

this would be hot if i wasn’t a fucking dog

don’t shush me bitch

are we still on all fours

that’s mad embarrassing

i am not yours

weirdo

I’d rather you not take care of me

this is very um

interesting!!

Do we have dignity

STOP CALLING ME PUPPY YOU FURRY

do we have any pride at all like oh my god

GRINDING???

Don’t slut shame me bitch

arching????????

oh my god.

CUM HUNGRY LITTLE BITCH????

if he says puppy one more time i’m killing myself

if he puts a fucking collar on me i’ll jump

stop

STOPPP

Dog tag is crazy

“property of vega” NO.

Stop vega this is not a joke

DO WE HAVE NO SENSE OF DIGNITY

OH MY GODDDD

PROUD??? I AM NOT PROUD

OWNER???

I’m jumping off a ledge

MY HOLE?? WHICH ONE I HAVE LIKE 3

Okay stop slut shaming me Vega

ROLL OVER???

i’m insanely uncomfortable

by the way guys i made chicken alfredo today

Anyway

i hate his fucking tone

don’t take that attitude w me bitch

DO NAWTTT CALL ME A WHORE EVER AGAIN.

oh wait he called me pretty nvm

this is insane

it’s 2:30 am i cannot handle this

okay so we archin

PUT WHAT IN

WHAT IS GOING IN

this is strange

CALLING UR DICK A TREAT IS WILDDD

oh my god no

stop.

A TAIL???

NO NO NO NO

no wait cuz there was this one kid who wore a butt plug tail to school it was crazy bc a guy pulled it out

anyway

This is some furry shit

not that there’s anything wrong w that live ur truth

STRETCHING???

the plug is insane

stop

i’m actually sobbing this is NOT OKAY.

what position are they in im so confused

SHAKE WHAT ASS

UMMMMMMMMM

this is peculiar

Vega is a furry

i hate this

i hate this sm

I STILL HAVE 10 MINS LEFT

LORD SAVE ME

okay no need to take that tone Vega😒

bitch we can’t breathe wtf

no i wont whine around that tootsie roll u call a dick

AHHH THE NOISESSS

okay can u not choke me

don’t call me a slut you cunt

oh my god hurry up vega

I don’t love anything about this

this is insane

NOT A PERSON????

RUDEEEEEEEE

okay adjective king

ew don’t call me that

i am not licking the floor sir

i am not licking your boot either

lick your own fucking boot

this is actually pissing me off he’s annoying

are we almost done

Do we have no sense of shame

like at all

second hand embarrassment

okay are we done

no? okay

ew don’t call ur self master

that’s not..

okay

the growling is insane

damn right i’m divine

ew don’t call the that

not the baby voice

stop this madness

what do you want from me WHAT DO U WANNTTTT

okay are we done

TWITCHING?????? INSANE.

That was horrible

#sorry for kink shaming but omg this was painful #redacted asmr #redacted audio #redactedverse #redacted audios #redacted vega #redacted BA

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squirrelofcelestialintent · 8 months

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Coming this October to @deancashorrorfest

ROUGH TRADE

Art by @alicetallula

Rating: Explicit

Word Count: 10,000

Major Archive Warnings: Non-con

Dean is used to doing what he has to in order to get by, especially whenever his tough, temperamental father kicks him out during one of his rages. Even if it means getting on his knees for a little extra cash. He can take care of himself.

He always knew the dangers of a trick going sideways, and he accepted it. What he didn’t expect was for someone to burst out of the darkness and save his sorry ass. Least of all a weird, nerdy little dude who seems to have just as many secrets as Dean and doesn’t know how to use a vending machine.

Dean has street smarts and Castiel has (a little) cash. They’re both headed for the west coast to find their families. Teaming up seems like a safe bet.

But the more time Dean spends with Cas, the weirder he seems. And the more he suspects that what he saw Cas do to his attacker on the day that he saved him - the terrible, inhuman thing - wasn’t a trauma induced hallucination after all.

Screw it. With someone on their tail, Dean’s going to find out who his real enemies are soon enough.

….

The next time Dean comes to, he feels much more alive, which is good, but also means everything hurts.

It’s dark, but there’s enough light filtering in through a window for him to blink the world into focus. He’s in a bed, if the blankets around him are any indication. Not a nice bed, but a hell of a lot better than the ground. Slowly, he picks out the typical accoutrement of a shitty hotel spread out around him: boxy tv, cheap plywood furniture, rattling A/C unit.

And an old, threadbare armchair with a man sitting in it.

Dean gasps, startled, before he abruptly remembers how he got here.

That must be Blue Eyes. He’s wearing slacks and a white button-down, looking too put-together for a dive like this (or even a middle-of-nowhere town like this). There’s a tan, blood-spattered trench coat draped over the chair behind him, and he seems to be asleep.

Panic begins to rise in Dean’s chest. He doesn’t think this man is a threat to him, not really. But he was half-numb through everything before, and it feels like all the panic he couldn’t feel then is catching up to him now.

He can hear a raspy, gagging sound for a few seconds before he realizes it’s the sound of him trying to breathe. His chest is heaving, and it feels like his heart is in a slowly-tightening vice. The panic rises higher and higher in his heavy body until it feels like he’s going to choke on it.

It only takes a few seconds for the noise he’s making to wake his rescuer. The man opens his eyes, looks around and then sits bolt upright, going from passed out to fully-aware in a half a second.

“It’s okay, you’re safe now,” the man says, moving to sit at the end of the bed. He looks at Dean with sympathetic eyes, but he doesn’t make a move to touch him, and Dean is incredibly grateful for that. “Just breathe. Everything is okay. Breathe.”

The man gestures to himself and models breathing - in and out, slow and deep - as Dean tries to copy. It feels like it takes forever, but gradually Dean manages to take full breaths, feeling the oxygen return to his limbs and no longer sounding like an animal caught in a trap. His body relaxes back into the mattress incrementally.

“How do you feel?”

“Okay, I guess, all things considered.” His voice is raspy as fuck, but it works. “Why did you save me?” The words are out of his mouth before he realizes he was thinking them.

The man tilts his head and frowns. He’s looking at Dean like he just spoke in a foreign language, but it seems like a reasonable question. There’s a long pause before either of them knows what to say.

Eventually, the man takes a deep breath and frowns even more.

“Why wouldn’t I?”

#deancashorrorfest #destiel murder husbands #cw: panic attack

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lee-lucius · 7 months

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Tickletober Day 6: Creep

Summary: When Luck tries to goad Magna into a fight, he has to go to extreme measures to do so.

Word Count: 1,044

Magna was proud to be a member of the Black Bulls. He loved his squad, looked up to his Captain, and donned his robe with pride. The Bulls would be everything he had dreamed of, if it wasn't for one person.

Luck.

Luck, his counterpart, who found new ways to annoy him everyday. Whether it was stealing, taunting, or just generally being a menace, Magna was done with it. He wasn't sure why Luck had always seemed particularly fixated on him. Maybe it was because they were the same age or had been recruited at the same time or how easily Magna always gave in. But he wouldn't anymore.

He refused to fall for the blonde's little tricks and give him what he wanted. There was no way he'd be provoked into fighting Luck again.

It worked well enough for the first day. When Magna ignored his teasing, he quickly moved on to harassing Finral, making him breath a sigh of relief and allowing him to enjoy a somewhat peaceful day.

The next day was worse. Luck somehow seemed more hyper than usual, literally bouncing off the walls and terrorizing anyone in sight. Not even Yami's yelling could stop him.

Magna, like all the others, did his best to avoid him. He only could for so long.

He was out in the woods behind the base practicing his Exploding Fireball when Luck found him. He was in mid-pitch, arm raised with mana gathered in his palm, when Luck jumped onto his back, making the fireball explode right in his face.

Luck, unscathed, cackled directly in his ear while Magna seethed.

"Hey, that one was pretty powerful! Try the next one out on me, okay?"

"Get off, you ass!" Magna hissed, pulling at Luck's arms that tightened around his neck.

"Not until you agree to fight me!"

Magna would've yelled at him again if his oxygen supply wasn't being cut off. Luck must've realized because he marginally relaxed his grip so he wasn't choking him anymore. His hand brushed across Magna's neck, making him giggle as he tried to regain his breath.

"Come on, Mags! Let's fight! You're having fun already!"

"No I'm not! Go bother someone else already!"

"Then why are you laughing like a little girl?"

He growled, face heating up and efforts to pull Luck away reinvigorated. "I didn't!"

Magna managed to wrench away one of Luck's arms which began poking at his side as the other held on tighter. "Yes you did! Girly Magna!"

He grunted, trying to squirm away from Luck's touch. He didn't know if Luck knew what he was doing, but he didn't want him of all people to know how embarrassingly ticklish he was.

He knew how to stop it. But he didn't want to give into Luck so easily. The battle-obsessed freak would have to find someone else to fight this time. He was a man. He could handle a little tickling and remove Luck with some of his dignity still intact. His resolve slowly crumbled as Luck continued poking him, more giggles slowly breaking through.

"See? You did it again!"

Magna kept quiet. He knew if he tried to talk he wouldn't be able to contain his laughter anymore. Luck's hand moved too fast for Magna to grab it, darting around to poke randomly at his torso. Switching between swatting at Luck's free hand and pulling at the one wrapped around him, he desperately tried to free himself, biting down hard on his bottom lip to try and maintain his composure.

Luck hummed in thought, "Why do you keep laughing? Is it because I'm poking you?"

His blush deepened as he shook his head. "Shut uhuhup!"

He experimentally squeezed his side, and Magna couldn't hold it back anymore. A bark of laughter burst from him as he swatted at him and squirmed.

Luck, the bastard, laughed at him. "You're pretty weird, Mags."

He was weird, and he took pride in it. He was a weird, off-putting delinquent. That's what it meant to be a Black Bull. But that, for whatever reason, was the last straw for Magna.

He held his hand behind his back, drawing mana, and exploded a fireball on both of them. Luck cackled in delight, electricity singeing Magna's back as he finally jumped off to face him head-on.

Afterwards, Magna panted, lying on the forest floor next to his asshole friend who was relishing in his victory.

"That was fun! Wanna go again?"

"No," Magna sighed, glaring at Luck over his sunglasses.

Luck sat up, kneeling beside and peering at Magna with an odd look on his face. Before Magna could ask him what he was doing, he reached out to poke Magna's side again, making him jerk back with a gasp.

"Why do you keep doing that?"

Magna sat up, pulling his knees up to his chest to protect himself while wearily eyeing Luck. "You're the one who keeps doing it, asshole!"

The audacious fucker looked annoyed like Magna was the problem. He shifted, pulling at strands of grass and slowly shook his head. "No. You keep laughing whenever I touch you."

"Wha—you… do you not know what tickling is?"

He shook his head.

"Well," Magna smirked, cracking his knuckles, "then I guess I'll have to show you."

Luck didn't object; he only looked curiously at Magna who dove forward, scribbling his hands across his stomach.

Shrieking, Luck shoved Magna away and jumped to his feet, clutching his stomach.

Magna laughed at his overreaction. Luck might have been even more ticklish than him. "That's tickling. Seriously, that's never happened to you before?"

"No. It's weird."

"Yeah, well, since you already got me…" Magna stood up, inching towards Luck with a menacing look, "it's only fair if I get revenge."

Luck, the fool, was never one to back down from a fight. Even one he was certain to lose.

Magna tackled him, and they wrestled around on the ground, laughing as they were covered with dirt and grass and leaves. Luck pinned him first, experimentally prodding at his skin while he giggled helplessly. After he had his fun, Magna flipped them over and dug into Luck's hips until he was screaming.

As it turned out, Magna could enjoy a fight with Luck.

#my writing #tickling #tickle fic #tickletober #tickletober 2023 #crow's tickletober 2023 #black clover #black clover tickle #black clover tickling #luck voltia #magna swing #magluck #lee!Magna #ler!Luck #ticklish!Magna

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muzanbloodgalore · 9 months

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I removed the colored dialog because it looks weird with my theme.

@gyutaro-shabana-upper6 @ask-kamanue

🕷️Power || hairpulling, choking, noncon, size difference, a lil bit of thigh riding, facefucking, deep throating, restraining.

Kamanue was sitting in Gyutaro’s lap, he nibbled on a human hand that gyutaro had brought for him to snack on. Gyutaro has his arms around Kamanue’s small waist, he was so small compared to the upper 6. He felt Gyutaro’s teeth poke his tender neck, he tried to ignore it until he bit into him. He winced and stopped eating the hand he was snacking on. Kamanue turned a pale red and he let gyutaro mark his neck, the marks were obvious since kamanue was so pale. He felt Gyutaro’s grip tighten and push him further into his lap, Kamanue felt his face heat up when he felt something poking him from Gyutaro’s lap. He tried to ignore it but couldn’t.

Gyutaro smiled against his neck, “You feel that don’t you?” His tone was serious and it made Kamanue quiver. “yes sir..” Kamanue responded quietly, gyutaro pushed lower 6 off his lap and pulled him close. Kamanue was on his knees balancing by holding onto Gyutaro’s knees, his face getting redder by the second. His lips quivered. "Aw, what's the matter, nue?" Gyutaro spoke in a teasing tone, he grabbed lower 6 by his neck and yanked his to his cock, Kamanue was forced down while gyutaro stood up. Gyutaro only got closer, he lowered his pants and sprung out immediately. Kamanue’s face turned a dark red, gyutaro grabbed Kamanue’s head and brought him close. Lower 6’s lips were against Gyutaro’s angry tip.

“Open up.” His voice was stern, and kamanue opened his mouth obediently. Gyutaro snapped his hips into his small mouth, kamanue winced quickly since he wasn’t expecting it to hurt this much. He whined out but it was muffled from upper 6 having his dick almost down his throat. Gyutaro held his head firmly, he bucked his hips back and forth into Kamanue's mouth and he choked on his length. This only made gyutaro thrust faster and deeper, he giggled at the feeling of kamanue choking and moving his head. His cock started to hit the back of his throat and he started to get impatient. “You can barely take me.” He reminded kamanue, he looked up at him. Gyutaro was smiling at his teary eyes and his muffled cries, he pushed Kamanue's head down and his cock went deep into his throat. Kamanue started to thrash and pound his fists on Gyutaro's thighs. Gyutaro kept him down on his dick, he stopped thrusting and let Kamanues choking and gagging stimulate him. Kamanue felt himself get dizzy from the lack of oxygen, he's had his head held down for a while. Gyutaro wiggled his head around on his dick. “Keep choking on it, nue.”

He did keep choking on it as he said, he doesn't know much more he can take but it's not much. Gyutaro groaned, he felt his climax get close and he made kamanues head move back and forth until he was using his face like a toy. He realized inside his mouth and kamanue only started to squirm more, gyutaro pushed the lower 6’s head off and he coughed and gasped for air. “You better swallow that.” Kamanue was choking so he coughed it up and spat it all out, he knew he was screwed but he couldn't think straight right now.

Kamanue looked up at gyutaro as he charged to grab Kamanue, he flinched as gyutaro threw him over his shoulder. He squirmed and thrashed around knowing his fate, gyutaro made his way back to the entertainment district. He held kamanue still. Gyutaro made his way to his room and told daki to leave. He dropped kamanue onto the futon he sleeps on, knocking the air out of Kamanue's small body. Kamanue sat up. He was stunned for a second but looked up at gyutaro to see he already has his cock out. Kamanue stumbled backward trying to get away, gyutaro smiled with his sharp teeth. He grabbed kamanue and tore his pants, kamanue tried to fight back but couldn't. Gyutaro picked kamanue up and held him up by his ass, kamanue wrapped his legs around his waist. "Please don't.."

Kamanue looked up at gyutaro, though upper 6 only snickered in response. He pushed kamanue down on his dick quickly, lower 6 yelped out in response. Gyutaro didn't let him adjust and started to bounce kamanue on his dick quickly, kamanue felt tears form in his eyes. It hurt. Gyutaro growled into his ear and bit his shoulder, "Don't cry, nue. You know it feels good." He bit until he drew blood, and Kamanue's legs squeezed his waist. Gyutaro pushed him down deeper and bounced him faster, kamanue whined and squirmed around. "p-please I can't.." Kamanue let his head fall onto his chest. Gyutaros's hips rammed into kamanue and he grunted the deeper he went, kamanue was tight and gyu loved it.

Kamanue started to stutter knowing he wasn't going to stop soon, gyu gripped his hair and pulled his head back up to look at him. He roughly pushed his dick into him, immediately

he let out a yelp, and gyutaro started thrusting into him as fast as he could. “You're doing so good, nue.” Gyutaro snarled with a firm tone, “You probably wanna beg for it, don’t you?” he said, forcing himself deeper into him. making him cry out, he nodded with shame almost about to start sobbing. Maybe if he went with it he would stop soon. Gyutaro felt himself twitch inside of lower 6’s hole and started bucking his hips harder, kamanue tried to stay quiet but failed miserably. “Let everyone fucking hear your pathetic sounds, kamanue," Gyutaro said starting to pound into his prostate and stroking his dick aggressively. Kamanue winced and thrashed, "Please gyu! I can't take it!" Kamanue twitched in his hand and started to let his tears flow, he couldn't stop crying. It was just too much for him. Kamanue threw his head back, gripped Gyutaro's shoulders, and screamed his name.

"Such a good cock sleeve for me." He bucked harder until the lower 6 felt dizzy, "Please…I'm going to pass out." He let his head drop onto Gyutaro's shoulder, he mumbled and felt himself lose consciousness. Gyutaro only started to get rougher, he felt kamanue go limp. "Poor Nue passed out on me." He snickered and pulled out, he tossed kamanue on the floor. Completely misses the futon but he doesn't care, he pinned unconscious lower 6. He positioned himself and churned back inside of him. Kamanue was physically fucked back conscious, his vision was blurry and he looked at gyutaro in fear. His head dropped and he couldn't hold himself up. Gyutaro felt his dick throb and get closer to his climax. Gyutaro held Kamanue's neck, he growled in pure bliss. Gyutaro felt his hips stutter, he brought them to a halt to release his seed in kamanue. He had an evil-looking smile, though it softened.

Kamanue started to whimper loudly, gyutaro responded, "Aww nue, your pigtails came down." He cackled and pulled out as cum oozed out of Kamanue's hole.

"You won't be able to walk for a while, nue."

#demon slayer #kny smut #demon slayer smut #gyutaro #gyutaro smut #kamanue #kamanue smut

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Somehow Supernatural

Tags: teen!oc, gn!oc, poc!oc, Dean being Dean, weird dreams, CROWLEY, demon dogs, Dean being scared of said demon dogs

Summary: Casey goes to bed, has weird dreams, and gets to meet the King of Hell.

Chapter Three: Yummy Food and Weird Shit

I will never deny that I was a foodie. I mean, if you saw me when I devour anything put in front of me, you wouldn’t even have to ask. I love everything about food. Sometimes I mix stuff together that other people think is weird like when I dip my waffles and pancakes in orange juice. I used to be the kid in elementary school who would mix everyone’s leftover lunches together and actually go through with eating it.

One thing I learned from all my years of eating is that post-panic attack meals are the best. After crying half my weight in water and depriving my brain of oxygen, food just hits different. Plus, Dean brought back chicken nuggets.

“Slow down, you’ll choke,” Dean said as he reached his hand to take my nuggies away. I obviously wasn’t gonna just let him do that so, I smacked the shit out of his hand. I didn’t think I put that much power into it but when I heard the smack echo, I knew.

“Mmfh,” I was trying to apologize before he kicked me out on my ass, but my mouth was full of about 4 chicken nuggets. Dean glared at me and went back to eating his double bacon cheeseburger.

Sam had come to sit down across from Dean and me after he had finished preparing his salad. Dean asked if his brother wanted anything from the restaurant, but Sam insisted on eating salad. I love salad as much as anyone, but when someone offers to buy you fast food, you fucking take it. Salad be damned.

Castiel was seated next to Sam opposite of me. He didn’t need to eat, so he was just reading the menu that had come with the fast food. Occasionally, he would look up from his reading to glance at me. It didn’t look threatening, but it did look like he had something to say.

“So,” I had finally swallowed down the colossal amount of chicken I stuffed down my face, “When are we going to go on a hunt?”

“We?” Dean quirked his eyebrow at me.

“Yes, we, Dean. I might as well since I’m here. What else am I supposed to do?”

Dean crumbled up the empty wrapper of his meal, “Nothing.”

“Sam?” I turned to the younger Winchester. He had been really nice to me. He wouldn’t agree with Dean.

“I agree with Dean.”

Well fuck.

So, basically, I was in this new universe and I couldn’t do jack shit but sit underground. That was so unfair! They should at least take me once, but from their faces, it didn’t look like they were gonna change their minds.

What did they even have to do in the bunker? I know they have alcohol. Too much alcohol, in fact, but even if I was of age, I’m not really interested. They also have a library full of hunter books. I know that sounds cool and I shouldn’t be complaining, but who would want to read books about these cool ass monsters if you could see them in person? Not me, that’s for sure.

“They should go on a hunt,” Castiel stated, not taking his eyes off his menu. How was that so interesting to him?

…wait.

“Did you just say I could go?!” I squealed.

“Did you just say they could go?!” The brothers yelled in unison.

“They can go with me,” Castiel said finally putting his menu down, “They won’t be harmed.”

I ran over to the other side of the table to tackle Castiel in a hug because I was so happy. Fried nerves be damned. He kind of froze for a second before awkwardly patting my back. Sam and Dean were still trying to get the angel to not bring me, but he didn’t budge.

“Who would watch them if we’re all gone? They’re a child, they need protection.”

Dean scoffed at that like it wasn’t kind of true before he stood from the table and stalked off. Presumably to his room. Sam shook his head in disbelief before he retired as well.

Soon, Castiel and I were the only ones left at the table. I was still eating my fries and Castiel was staring at me. It would have been creepy if it had been anyone besides him, but he had this innocence about him that didn’t make him all that scary. Even though he was the only one here with powers strong enough to do God-knows-what, he didn’t make me feel frightened at all.

“Casey,” I perked up, “you should get some sleep. It’s late.”

I wasn’t sure how late it was because we were underground and I never asked, but now that Castiel brought up the subject of sleep, it made me yawn. I didn’t even register I was tired. It felt like it’d been so long since I last slept. I wasn’t sure if that was because of my eventful day or because it really had been that long.

I got up from the table and waved Castiel goodnight. I was halfway down the hallway before I realized that I didn’t know where I was going to sleep. No one had given me a room or anything.

I wonder where my body was staying before I got here.

Not wanting to bother anyone, I slinked over to the couch I had sat on earlier and laid down. The couch had a blanket that was thick enough and a couple of pillows that weren’t too uncomfortable.

The thing that made me so uneasy was the fact that it was out in the open. The couch sat against one of the walls of the library. I never did well with new sleeping spaces, but when those sleeping spaces were so big and dark that you weren’t sure what was hiding in there… I did not like it. Plus, I couldn’t watch YouTube before bed.

I’m not sure how, but I eventually went to sleep. I ended up in another void. This time I couldn’t see all my thoughts as words. This time I could see my mom. She was in the kitchen chopping vegetables. There was nothing on the stove and there was nothing in front of her to put the vegetables in. The only thing on the entire counter was the chopping board and the single carrot she was chopping. I wanted to know what she was doing and I tried to ask, but my mouth wouldn’t move. She looked me right in my eyes before she disappeared.

Next, I saw my dad. He was in the garage sitting on his motorcycle. The engine wasn’t running and the garage wasn’t even open, but my dad had all his gear on like he was gonna take off at any second. He wasn’t wearing his helmet though. I was standing in the doorway that lead from the house to the garage. My dad was facing in the other direction. He looked frozen in time. I couldn’t even see his body shift from breathing. It was like he was paused. I tried to walk up to him to tap him on the shoulder, but - again - I couldn’t move. My dad finally turned his face to me. Blood dripped from his mouth. Then, he disappeared too.

I saw my older brother out on the front porch. He was sitting in the gray chair that was facing me yet, I couldn’t see his face. His neck… his neck somehow had his head on backward. His fingers still typed at the computer on his lap even though he couldn’t see it. I didn’t try to move this time, but my brother did. One of his hands lifted off of the keyboard to point at something behind me. Then, he disappeared.

My little brother was next. He was in the basement playing on his gaming setup. Well, at least he was sitting at his gaming setup. His arms were at his sides and he was staring at a blank screen. I was standing directly behind him. I wanted to run. I didn’t want to see this creepy shit anymore, but I was stuck in place. I had to watch my little brother melt into a pile of flesh in his chair.

I didn’t like this dream. No matter how hard I tried to wake up, I couldn’t. I was stuck. Stuck watching some creepy version of my family from afar. I wished that I could hear Dean’s voice again. I wished he would wake me up by shaking my arms like he did before, but his voice never came. No one ever came. This wasn’t me feeling like a failure that didn’t deserve to be saved. I wanted to be saved. I needed to be saved.

“Save me!” A voice echoed through my head that I’d never heard before. I never heard this voice before, but I felt linked to them somehow. I wanted to reach out and save them like I wanted someone to save me. For the first time since my dream started, my body moved. I reached my hand out for this voice. I swear I felt them reach back.

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“Fuck!” I woke up sitting straight up on the couch I fell asleep on. My hand was outstretched like I was reaching for… something? Someone. Who was I reaching for?

My blanket and pillows had fallen to the floor which wasn’t a surprise to me. Even when I wasn’t having creepy ass weird ass dreams, I was still a wild sleeper. What the fuck was that dream about anyway? I liked to believe that all dreams mean something, but I didn’t understand that one. Or maybe I was too scared to want to understand it. I’d come back to it later.

Right now, I was more concerned with the man sitting in the library. He looked concerningly like the King of Hell.

“Hello… new child,” Crowley said in his british accent. He was casually sipping on some of Sam and Dean’s alcohol stash. I felt underdressed even though I was wearing the same shit since I got here. It wasn’t half bad, but I kinda wanted to meet Crowley looking like myself. Or at least with my own dressing style and not this cringe shit. He was one of my favorite characters after all.

“How long have you been there?” I asked, slowly placing my feet flat on the floor.

“Not that long,” he shrugged.

I got up and walked toward him. I know he’s the King of Hell and all that jazz, but I really wanted to shake his hand. He didn’t look like he wanted to hurt me. He actually looked kind of curious.

I offered him my hand, “I’m Casey. Nice to meet the King of Hell face to face.”

Crowly smirked and shook my hand, “You know who I am and you think it’s nice to meet me. I’m surprised the Winchesters haven’t told you-”

“Get away from him!” Sam shouted as he practically slid into the room. It seemed like he rushed in here so fast he forgot to put a shirt on. He was only wearing his blue-patterned pajama pants. I looked at him with a ‘what the fuck’ face before turning back to Crowley. I know Sam was trying to look after me and shit, but he was not gonna make me walk away from the motherfucking King of Hell.

“I have so many questions if you don’t mind,” I told Crowley as I sat next to him. Sam let out a sound of protest, “What do the demon dogs look like? I know the whole thing is not seeing them, but I’ve always been curious. Also, what’s your favorite task to do as the King of Hell? Do you enjoy torture or do you only do it because you have to? Are other demons dumb cause how do they get killed by Sam and Dean so easily? Do you have wings-”

“You have to give me time to answer, you know,” I snapped my mouth closed, “For your first question… I could bring the demon dogs here if you’d like.”

“Yes!” I squealed.

“No!” yelled Sam.

Crowley brought out the summoning whistle from his jacket pocket. Sam looked like he was about to pass out, but he somehow managed to stay upright. I sorta forgot that Sam had trauma from the demon dogs. They killed his brother in what? Season 3?

I didn’t think Crowley was actually gonna go through with it, but he blew the whistle. I guess if the dogs don’t have orders to kill anyone, they won’t… hopefully.

“How can you tell when they’re here-”

I was cut off but something warm and wet wiping up my face. I let out a yelp of surprise before I realized it was most likely the dogs. I cautiously reached my arms out to feel for its body. My hands connected with soft fur. The dog or dogs - I felt multiple tongues licking at my face - were pretty big by the feel of it. Maybe the size of a pony? They were muscly as hell though.

“How many did you call?” I asked Crowley.

“Just one. They have multiple heads. You can ask Dean about that.”

Sam gave the demon a glare for his assholish comment before he spoke up, “Why the hell are you here, Crowley?”

“Well,” Crowley looked back at me. I bet it looked like I was petting air, “I came here to see them.”

Sam was confused. I was confused. Why the hell did the King of Hell have business with me? Even though I had no idea what Crowley wanted with me and whether or not I was in danger, I kept petting the demon dog. I didn’t know when I was gonna have the opportunity to do this again.

“You’re not taking them,” Sam said, pulling an angel knife from his ass.

“I’m not taking them. Calm down, moose,” Crowley finally stood up from his chair, “I just wish to talk with them.”

“I don’t see why not,” I pipped in.

“He’s the fricken King of Hell!” Sam yelled like ruling the underworld was a crime.

“And?” I replied.

“And you're not talking to him!”

“Well, last time I checked, you weren’t the fucking boss of me, dude.” I stood up from petting the demon dog and gave Sam a glare. I was getting fed up with Sam telling me what to do. First, he told me he didn’t want me going on hunts, and now this? I hadn’t even known him for a full 24 hours!

“You’re a child, Casey! No!”

“I’m not your fucking child, Sam, so buzz the fuck off!”

The demon dog started barking really loud after I said that. The air stilled. Crowley was smirking throughout Sam and I’s whole argument, but now his face was filled with genuine surprise. Sam looked scarily angry.

“You lied,” Sam stated. The angel knife that was once pointed at Crowley was now pointed at me, “You are some kind of monster.”

“What the fuck are you talking about?” I said, breathless. Fear shot up my spine.

“Your eyes… they turned red.”

AN: Crowley's one of my favorite characters and in later chapters sometimes he just comes back for not reason other than I like him. I know I do shit on Dean, but like, I still like him. He's just not my favorite out of the trio. And yes, superpowered OC. Gotta love it.

#spn fanfic #oc character #crowley #nonbinary #teen!oc #poc!oc #gn!oc #sam winchester #deanwinchtser #dean x castiel #castiel #demon dogs #weird dreams #superpowered oc #supernatural #spnfandom #spn fandom #supernatural fanfiction

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Good Love

Last week was a whole ass emotional train wreck for me and i just kind of gave up. Literally slept the last three days. Didn’t go to work yesterday. Barely ate anything. Couldn’t muster not one f*ck. Sh*t was wild. I did, however, watch the new season of Love, Death and Robots because of course i would. I love that series. Overall, i thought it was pretty good. Better than the second season as a whole, even if this is, technically, the second half of last year’s offering, but still not a great as that first run. I had so much fun with these nine shorts and, fingers crossed, look forward to season four. But who knows at this point. Netflix has decided to kill all of their animation houses because they overextended their shareholders during the first part of the pandemic. F*cking idiots.

Three Robots: Exit Strategies

I as a fan of the first short starring these three assholes so it’s no surprise i enjoyed their second outing. The writing is much more polarizing in the one, leaning heavy into the political, but it’s as sharp as ever and i thought it was hilarious. It can be a little macabre at times but, when you’re making light of the slow heat-death choking our planet, of course it can get a little morbid.

Bad Traveling

Bad Traveling is very good. I thought, as a story, as a narrative, it’s easily the strongest This thing is a very straight forward tale of human nature and it’s sobering reality. I liked this one a lot, mostly because i like David Fincher a lot. Dude has been one of my favorite directors since Alien 3 (yes, i actually, unironically, love Alien 3) but i don’t think it’s the best of the lot. Traveling is a strong second or third for me but, as a short, it’s very, very, excellent.

The Very Pulse of the Machine

This one was pretty f*cking cool. I loved the ambiguity of Kivelson’s weird ass, aggressively psychedelic, relatively intimate, with the moon/machine, Io. I’d like to believe that all of this happened but, let’s be honest, ma was just real high on the morphine and experiencing oxygen deprivation to boot. Still, this f*cking thing is all sorts of technicolor brilliant and it really speaks to those big existential questions i love to ponder.

Night of the Mini Dead

I don’t know what the f*ck this was but i loved it. It’s just as absurd as When the Yogurt Took Over. Sh*t comes out of nowhere, does it’s thing, never overstays the welcome, and leaves with a complete and utter “What the f*ck” reaction. Like, i had just finished watching something as enthralling, as contained, as The Very Pulse of the Machine, and then f*cking Micro Machines Day of the Dead comes on. I love it so much!

Kill Team Kill

Kill Team Kill is just abject gore porn. It’s f*cking ridiculous and absolutely over-the-top drivel. It’s what i think Last Action Hero would be if it was Rated R. I thought the animation in this one was exceptional because, and i can’t stressed this enough, I'm a sucker for traditional pencil animation like this. I’m an anime guy so to see proper cartoon work like this getting such loving attention is always going to rank up there for me. As a narrative, its dog sh*t. As a watch, it’s fantastic.

Swarm

I did not like Swarm. It felt like a poorly executed Beyond the Aquila Rift, and that is a particularly egregious to me because Rift is one of my favorites. I love that short so to see it done poorly? Sh*t hurts. That said, Rosario Dawson is in this thing and i generally enjoy Rosario in things so Swarm got that going for it at least.

Mason's Rats

This one is the short that gives Bad Traveling challenge for that second spot. Mason’s Rats is fantastic. It’s gorgeous, hilarious, violent than a motherf*cker, and has a pretty solid ending. The premise, alone, was enough to get me into this world but the plot really delivered something special.

In Vaulted Halls Entombed

I don’t know what the f*ck this was about. It felt really disjointed but, more than that, it felt like a Diablo trailer. I wasn’t mad at this one at all but it’s not anything new. I’ve seen this narrative before and I've seen it done better. Again, Diablo trailers kill this thing easy. Seriously, check out the trailer for Diablo 4. Giant blood demon mommy, Lilith, make the fear boners stronk. Jokes aside, even if this one was a little derivative, it was still a very fun watch.

Jibaro

Jibaro is, hands down, for me, the best of this season. It’s gorgeous and tells a complete narrative with no dialogue. None. This sh*t is pure visual storytelling and those visuals are f*cking breathtaking. The cats who did The Witness from season one, Pinkman.TV, blessed us with this entry and it really shows. They have a distinct style to their art and i seem to be drawn to it like a moth to a f*cking flame. It’s weird that something with no dialogue can tell such a heavy story, rife with some very poignant themes. I was impressed with this entry and would be surprised if this thing didn’t get a few Emmy nods this year.

#Love Death and Robots #Love Death + Robots

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Good Love

Three Robots: Exit Strategies

Bad Traveling

The Very Pulse of the Machine

Night of the Mini Dead

Kill Team Kill

Swarm

Mason's Rats

In Vaulted Halls Entombed

Jibaro

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wornoutmouse · 3 years

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Bakugou Birthday Bash

Yall already know, we gon act like i aint disapear

I got 40 different things that I’m writing about right now but I got to get something out for fireball here. I KNOW I’M LATE ASSHATS CALM DOWN!

Fun Fact: Guys play with our nipples cause they think they feel the same as theirs. This isn’t true because a guy’s nipples are 3 times more sensitive than a female’s.

Fun Fact 2: Getting your cervix hit during intercourse is only pleasurable to VERY few individuals and overall causes pain or discomfort to the majority.

Exhibitionist, 3-some, rough sex, train, consent is sexy, slight dacryphillia

You could feel your heart beating with anticipation, in your mind, you repeat the same mantra over and over again. “This is for Katsuki.” Currently, Bakugou, Kirishima, and yourself were having a movie night. You had spent the day with Katsuki dragging him throughout the city taking him to various places for his 25th birthday.

In the morning, you made him breakfast in bed consisting of smiley face porridge with the eyes being eggs, smile being bacon, with sausage eyebrows. Bakugou was not amused, to say the least. Afterwords you did his hair separating the blond hair into two braids marveling at the black streaks intertwining themselves. “Do you like it?” Bakugou sleepily grunts, burying his face into your cleavage when you finished. “I just want to go back to bed.”Shaking your head you grab your outfit and walk towards the bathroom. “No can do Kats, I go the whole day planned for you, this isn’t going to be like your last birthday.”

After going out to the shooting range, a nearby spa, and having brunch at his parent’s place much to his distress. “Katsuki put a smile on your face for once, you know you love my Unagi!” You laugh as you watch Bakugou pout at the feeling of his mother ruffling his hair. “Shut it old hag..” His father only chuckles before resuming his conversation with you.

When you finished the reunion, you drop Bakugou off at home before going to pick up Kirishima. As you drove back, you could tell Kirishima could sense your nervousness. He placed a hand on your thigh to get your attention, “You know that you can always opt-out of this, I don’t mind we can just have a normal movie night. “This” was a plan that you had both been creating together.

Ever since high school, you knew Bakugou had a soft spot for the redhead going far past causal friendship. And it wasn’t until last year that you accidentallt heard Bakugou mumbling his name in his sleep accompanied by soft moans. At first, you understandably felt a bit jealous despite being in a relationship with Bakugou for the last 6 years but as you thought about things more and more, a mischievous thought came to you, now leading up to the current moment.

“I’m fine Ejirou, this is just something I’m not used to.” you exhale and smile a bit more determined after saying your doubts out loud. “But I can’t back out on my own plan.” Kirishima flashes his signature shark tooth smile before facing forwards again. Now, with both of you sitting with Bakugou in between, the tension was high in the air and it was up to you to make the first move.

“This movie is stupid, why would she even run after him after he called her stupid!” “Uh, Bakugou, you call me and Y/n stupid all the time?” Bakugou huffs leaning back on the couch. “Yeah but that’s different...you are.” You would have laughed if you hadn’t decided to make your move. You rest your arm on Bakugou’s shoulder playing with his braid that had long since frayed from your day’s activities.

He pays no mind, eyes focused on the corny romance movie he rented from Redbox. The movement of bright yellow catches Kirishima’s eyes as the TV screen flashes white from a scene change. He decided to take the more direct approach by putting his hand on Bakugou’s thighs and squeezing the skin there. Katsuki’s hair skips from your grasp as he twitches from the contact. “Hey watch your hands shity hair.”

Kirishima hums but doesn’t move his hand. You allow silence to go on for a moment as Bakugou gets back into his movie. When Bakugou relaxes enough, you snake your hand to his crotch and squeeze his dick through the pants. Bakugou’s attention lands on you almost immediately as his hand clamps down on your wrist. You ignore the tight grasp and rub your thumb over his dick, feeling it twitch with nervous interest.

Bakugou leans towards you harshly whispering, “What are you doing idiot, Ejirou is right here.” You bite your bottom lip before whispering back your reply, “Well you better be quiet then don’t you think Katsuki?” Ruby eyes glared at you but the blond remained silent before gripping his braid nervously. He bounces his left leg as you resume your light teasing and does his best to focus again.

You notice Kirishima’s movements and feel adrenaline run throughout your body. Kirishima does the same as you, whispering in Katsuki’s ear, lips only a breath away from touching skin. “Hey Bakugou, we should have brought some snacks don’t you think? I’m kinda hungry.” Underneath your hand, Bakugou’s breathing falters, “Ah, yeah well you should have brought your own snacks I’m not getting up from here.” Kirishima peeks at you from behind Bakugou’s head sending you a wink.

Rubbing his wrist Kirishima pulls a hair tie from his arm and puts it between his teeth. At the same time, you unzip Bakugou’s pants and make direct contact with his cock. Kirishima focuses on how Bakugou’s adam’s apple bobs when he makes eye contact with him. Bakugou’s eyes watch as Kirishima’s muscles ripple as he ties his hair up into a bun and you resist the urge to laugh as Bakugou’s dick goes full mast making a smacking sound as it hits his stomach.

That seems to bring him back to reality and he quickly covers himself when he catches Eijirou staring at his exposed groin. “Ah shit, what the hell Y/N!?” Bakugou jerks his head towards you accusingly, cheeks red with embarrassment and teeth bared in anger as he prepares to chew you out. Your hand, now resting behind Katsuki, motions Kirishima to Bakugou’s dick as the blond chews you out. “Are you trying to make me fucking upset-ah fuck!”

With one hand by his face to tuck stray hair behind his ear, Kirishima uses his other hand to hold Katsuki’s shaft, hollowing his cheeks around the rest of his dick. The look of confusion was forever present as Katsuki tosses an apologetic look at you willing his eyes to focus despite the sudden onslaught of pleasure. “Sh..Shitty hair what the hell do you think you’re fucking d-doin?!” Bakugou’s hips jerk up as he rises to the top of his toes. He places his hand on top of Kirishima’s head but not to pull him away as he tried to make it seem.

Eijirou jerked his cock delicately before mouthing at Bakugou’s balls that tightened underneath his lips. “I don’t...Y-Y/n fuck, I’m sorry...ah..its....I...feels so damn good1” Remorseful moans leave Katsuki’s mouth as his eyes screw shut. You push his hair away from his face in order to see him better. The hand you had laying in his lap is grabbed and gripped tightly almost as if he was afraid to let go of you.

With his head tossed back, you take the initiative to bite his neck softly, drinking in the whimpers that exit his mouth. “Relax and enjoy your birthday present Katsuki.” You turn on a table lamp and slide to the floor, pulling Kirishima down with you. With the lights now blazing, Bakugou could no longer chalk up the current situation as a really bizarre dream as took in the view of both of you occupying his lap. Kirishima abandons his cock for you to take care of as he slides his tongue up Bakugou’s toned stomach.

“Relax Bakugou and let us take care of you.” Katsuki helplessly grips Kirishima’s shoulder with gritted teeth. “Get your fucking mouth off my nipple asshat...it feels fucking weird.” Both you and Kirishima chuckled at the insults Bakugou attempted to use to hide his embarrassment. Kirishima moans obnoxiously as he rolls Bakugou’s nipple with his tongue before biting down. “You two planned this didn’t you?”

Bakugou’s usual attitude came back before you could even notice and by the time you did, it was too late. The hand that was previously caressing your head tightened against your scalp and you were soon being pushed down Bakugou’s cock. Kirishima looked down at the sound of you choking, eyes going wide at your puffed cheeks and teary eyes, but it was too late for him as well. Kirishima’s man-bun was grabbed and yanked giving Katsuki access to his neck that he abused with bites. “Fucking assholes had me over here confused and shit all for your little birthday present.”

His strokes were slow and torturous to your throat, grinding slowly inside before stopping and holding your face there just to feel your mouth constrict due to limited oxygen. “And how long have you known shitty hair? Tell me the truth and I’ll give you a reward” Kirishima (the snitch) winces as his hair is pulled again. “About half a year.” Bakugou hums and kisses Kirishima. Through watering eyes, you watch as Bakugou forced his tongue inside his best friend’s mouth. “Good boy.” Looking down at you, you feel a shiver go throughout your body and you could tell you were in for a rude awakening.

“Is it safe to assume that you were the source Y/n?” Your forearm is grabbed and you are out on top of Bakugou’s lap. “Yes.” Your answer is rewarded with a slap on your covered ass. “I’m gonna make sure you regret that. Both of you, take off your clothes.” Pouting you poke Bakugou’s chest, “No, that’s not how this is going to work, we both wanted to make you feel good.” Bakugou raised an eyebrow before looking at Kiri who shakes his head innocently disagreeing in order to save his own skin.

“You are gonna make me feel good.” Bakugou slides his hands under your shirt pulling it off. “I’m going to feel so good watching you two break.” Bakugou caresses your chin placing a ginger kiss on your chin before pushing you off. “Now take these damn clothes off.”

You and Eijirou watch him leave the living room and go elsewhere, “We really are in for it aren’t we?” You nod solemnly, “There is nothing good coming out of our bedroom. I'll tell you that Kiri.” Kirishima sat steadily, face and shoulders painted red with a warm blush, “Well at least he took it well.” you jokingly slap Kirishima’s shoulder to ease the throbbing feeling in the pit of your stomach. The male’s eyes look at the hand on his shoulder for a moment, contemplating his next move. You watch, heart rate increasing at the serious look the normally smiling man held. Kirishima grabs your hand and places it over his chest, sliding it down his abdomen effectively bringing you closer to him.

When you were close enough, you and Eijirou lock lips passionately. His right hand held your face gently as his left pulled your lower body towards him. Your mouth consumed the moans Kirishima let out as the tip of his cock caught the rim of your belly button. When you pull away, one of Kirishima’s shark-like teeth nips into your lower lip, drawing blood. The look of you out of breath, chest swelling, and plump kiss-bitten lips turned Kirishima on more than he thought he could be. “She’s sexy without even trying huh?”

Bakugou’s gravel-like voice startles you both, Katsuki walked closer before squatting behind you. Your afro is drawn back by Bakugou and he forcefully kisses you, exploring your mouth feverishly leaving you unable to keep up. You are the one to pull away when you become out of breath and allow yourself to be manhandled against Katsuki’s chest while he leans against the couch. Scarred hands spread your legs exposing you to Kirishima who had no problem ogling you. “You see how wet she is for you shitty hair, don’t let my presence stop you.”

Eijirou scoots closer on his knees, grabbing your legs. When he brings his face closer, Katsuki spreads your pussy lips apart with his index and ring finger, stroking your clit with his middle finger. You sigh into the feeling before jumping when Kirishima slaps your cunt, “Look at that she’s quivering.” Eijirou hikes your legs over his shoulders, burying his face in your warm cunt without a care about your juices covering his face. His lips wrap around your clit, sucking incessantly at the small nub, heightening your pleasure.

Reaching past you, Bakugou holds Kiri’s head and presses his face down into you, “Get in there Eijirou and quit playing before I kick your ass out.” You squeeze your eyes shut as a warm muscle pushes its way inside your needy hole. Your back arches and Bakugou is forced to hold your legs open lest you close them shut on Kirishima’s head. Bakugou leaves tender kisses behind your ear, rubbing your legs tenderly. The touches sent feelings like electricity through your core and you felt your blood race as you came closer to orgasm.

Kirishima laps at your pussy once more before pulling away, leaving you on the very edge of your release making you whine. “She’s so sweet Katsuki.” Kirishima whimpers softly, before messily kissing Bakugou. Their tongues wrapped against each other as they share your taste. From the small of your back, you could feel Bakugou grind his hips against you. You reach your hand down to finish yourself off but without even looking your hand is grabbed by Kirishima who instead guides you to his throbbing cock.

It was red, most likely from the light teased your living room carpet caused while he was eating you out.The groan that you rip from Kirishima as you stroked him, shocked both you and Katsuki.

Kirishima stops the kiss, leaving a strand of saliva connecting the two. Kirishima’s red eyes narrowed at you as he spoke to Bakugou, “F...Forgive me Bakugou, but I need to be inside someone or someone inside me before I burst.” Bakugou smirks holding your chin so you can look at him, “What do you think princess?” You look at Kirishima who indeed looked to be on his last straw with a smirk. “It’s your birthday Katsuki, you should get first pick.”

Bakugou furrowed his brow more than your thought possible, “You sure you don’t mind?” Playfully biting his cheek you give a reassuring smile, “I planned this baby, if I mined, we wouldn’t be here.” Bakugou grunts in response, giving you time to get off of his lap before pushing Kirishima onto his knees, “Hey asshole, remember that time you painted my gauntlets purple?” Kirishima smirked, “You still mad about that? Lavender is your color Bakubro.” Katsuki glared at the redhead, slapping his ass, “Don’t call me that when I’m going to be balls deep inside you.” Looking back over at you, Bakugou gets an idea, “Stop twiddling your fingers and making me feel bad and get over here.”

You did a shit job at hiding your happiness as you cutely scooted towards the two males. “Shitty hair, you’re going to fuck her while I fuck you, and if you cum inside I’m going to blow your ass off the face of the earth.” It took until Kirishima was positioned over you and Bakugou had taken place behind him that Kirishima finally realized the reality of Bakugou’s threat. “Wait a second, how do you expect me not to cum from all the stimulation?!” You watched Bakugou shrug over Kirishima’s shoulder, “Not my problem.” A disgusting squelching sound is heard and you feel Kirishima shiver as he laid over you. “Have you done this before Katsuki?”

Bakugou was silent and Kirishima’s eyes widened and you quickly grab his face to avoid his fear-stricken expression reaching the excited blond. “He’s got this Kiri, trust me, can’t be any different than normal anal right?!” Kirishima rested his head on your shoulder, kissing the skin there, “Is this you telling me you’ve done anal before?” You both laugh, having a moment of comfort despite the strange situation. “Mmmm.” Kirishima hums quietly, vibrating against your skin, you could feel him rocking against you and most likely against Bakugou’s fingers. “Ahh, fuck~”

“You good Eijirou?” Bakugou rests against Kirishima’s body, biting his shoulder blade. “Y-yeah, I’m good.” Reaching in between the two of you, and you felt him lining himself against your opening. “Ah, you’re...you’re not wet anymore. I’m sorry.” Kirishima puts his fingers in his mouth, briefly stopping to whimper loudly around them, “Ah there it is.” Bakugou smirks from behind Kirishima, and judging on how much Kirishima starts to shake, he repeatedly abuses said spot. It is then your turn to feel pleasure as Kirishima takes the task to finger you open.

You raise your legs and wrap them around Kirishima’s back to get a better angle and the room is mostly silent besides the obvious noises of prep. Something that made both you and Bakugou dawn a notable smirk was how loud Kirishima was being compared to the rest of you. From Bakugou’s end, Kirishima was fucking himself back on his fingers sucking them in greedily, hips rotating just to be able to feel his prostate being stimulated again. From your end, Kirishima’s hands shook as he tried to angle himself inside of you so much so you had to help him. “I’m so damn close, fuck. Bakugou you gotta give me a moment man!”

Both you and Kirishima moaned when Bakugou smacked the red head’s ass causing his hips to jerk forward. “You better hold it in, I haven’t even started yet dumbass.” Kirishima grunted as Bakugou penetrated him. “Y/n, I can’t, fuck I can’t!” Eijirou had his eyes clenched shut. Bakugou snapped his hips against him, making Kirishima fuck you as well, “Come on Eijirou, you can do it, you feel so good.”

Kirishima’s cock curved right, making your toes curl from the stimulation. Bakugou held onto Kirishima’s hips hard, most likely to leave indents later on. Kirishima propped himself up on his elbows and thrust into you, simultaneously meeting Bakugou’s thrusts. “Y/n, you feel so damn good. So fucking w-warm!” You bear down on Kirishima’s cock, squeezing around him. “Why are you talking so much Eijirou, you close to cumming?” Kirishima narrowed his eyes at Bakugou’s taunt, “Fuuck, Y/n why does it feel like he’s getting harder, eveRy time.” The sound of Kirishima’s voice cracking was comical yet arousing.

Your fingers curl on Kirishima’s back as his thrusts got sporadic occasionally thrusting so hard he grazed your cervix, causing brief discomfort. “Your so damn tight, Eijirou, damn!” Bakugou’s stomach contorted with each thrust, feeling Kirishima’s hole constrict around his cock at every drag. It was as if Kirishima was simply a doll between the two of you, that you used as a stress ball. Kirishima was loud at this point, gripping the sheet around your head hard enough for him to rip even without activating his quirk.

Wordless babbles, left his mouths, his eyes rolled behind his head, as Bakugou speeds up. “You should see the look on his face Katsuki!” Kirishima kisses you roughly as a way to combat your teasing. His tongue lazily roams your mouth, lips vibrating at the broken moans you both let out from Bakugou’s brutal onslaught.

Kirishima quieted, your ears barely picking up on him muttering ‘fuck’ repeatedly. “B-Bakugou, stop, I’m gonna cum, let me pull out.” Kirishima tosses his hand back, brushing it against Bakugou’s abdomen in an effort to slow him down. “What nonsense are you speaking Eijirou? We aren’t stopping till I cum” Bakugou grabs Kirishima’s struggling arm, and holds it behind his back. The rest of Kirishima’s weight flops down on you creating sweet friction against your clit, and Kirishima’s modestly trimmed bush of hair. You hold Kiri closer with your legs as your orgasm builds to greater heights. “But you said-” “I know what I said dumbass, and it still stands. Now shut up and take it.”

Eijirou moans as Bakugou speeds up his thrusts. Bakugou holds him down by his shoulder no longer giving Kirishima space to even thrust into you. Bakugou relents on thrusting and instead relies on the sheer force his weight caused every time he slammed down on Kirishima’s hips. “Bakugou-” “Shut up for fuck sakes!” Bakugou clamps his hands on Kirihsima’s mouth and nose, cutting off his hair flow. You grab “Katuski’s hair and pull him towards you in a violent kiss.

You make a sound of alarm at the feeling of warmth feeling your body. Bakugou uncovers Kirishima’s mouth feeling him tighten so hard around his dick and Bakugou cums as well after a few weak thrusts. Kirishima had tears of overstimulation flowing down his face, mouth open as he continued to pump hot cum into your hole. “Damn you really couldn’t hold on huh?” Kirishima shook his head, clearly on cloud nine, still filling you with so much cum, you contemplated on taking to brands of birth control. Bakugou looked down at you, watching as you pet Eijirou’s head reassuringly. “Did you cum?” You shook your head, kissing Eijirou’s temple.

Bakugou nodded before jerking Kirishima’s legs pulling him out of you at the same time making you both hiss from the pinch-like pain. Bakugou turns Kirishima on his back and helps your straddle him. Staring up at you with wide eyes, Kirishima felt like prey under the watch of hungry lions.

“What...what’s going on guys?” Your thumb rubs over Kirishima’s hardened nipples, watching his toned belly contort from the external stimulation. “Kiri..” you pout your lips mockingly before grabbing Kirishima’s cock that laid limp against his stomach. His red eyes followed your body down to your pussy. You rubbed his dick over your cunt, hovering over him. His hips twitching when your thumb presses down underneath his girthy head.

“I haven’t came yet.”

#bakugou smut #kirishima smut #kiribaku x reader #black reader smut #mha black reader smut #birthday smut

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jvsons · 2 years

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Hello! Please Jay with a reader who is from our universe and is embarrassingly in love with him and then is transported to the dc universe and then they meet and fall in love babeeyyy! And the reader is a bit shy and quiet and awkward if that’s ok 💕 thank you!

GREATEST ADMIRER

Jason Todd x reader

MASTERLIST

WORD COUNT • 852

WARNINGS • none

CATEGORY • fluff

SUMMARY •

Fumbling for breath upon landing, you looked up with a hand to your chest, trying your best to muster a smile before you could give a thank you. However, you only choked on your breath at the sight of your savior.

AN • thank you so much for the request! this prompt is absolutely adorable and I had so much fun writing it <3

“The multiverse doesn’t exist.”

That was the exact statement that fell from your mouth, you could recall it being about two weeks ago. Had karma just gone out of its way to kick your ass again? You certainly thought so, seeing as you could not fix the drop of your jaw and blown back nature of your eyes at the sight ahead.

This is so not funny.

Just five minutes ago you were completely safe, tucked away in your apartment scrolling through your phone. Then, the universe had so lovingly decided upon ripping a hole through the wall beside you and now you were.. here. A quick glance around had you wondering where exactly you where, and why the place seemed suspiciously familiar.

Your thoughts were cut short by a scream in the distance, finding it’s way to you despite seeming too far away to render clear. The moment your head turned in the direction of the sound, you were welcomed with the sight of a massive explosion set off by a car crash. Yet, that explosion was certainly not the last, and you soon realized that the heat was growing a little too close for comfort.

“Holy shit-“

Despite the assumption that you were destined to die about five seconds ago, you instead found yourself deprived of oxygen at the force taking you into the air. Fumbling for breath upon landing, you looked up with a hand to your chest, trying your best to muster a smile before you could give a thank you. However, you only choked on your breath at the sight of your savior.

Were your eyes deceiving you? Could you already be dead and being pitied by the afterlife?

“Are you okay?”

Oh god. You’re alive.

Desperately clawing for words, you slammed your hands against the brick supporting your back and slid up. Now feigning that you were okay, which you were really not, you flashed a grateful smile in his direction before looking away.

“Thanks to you, yeah.”

“It’s nothing,” the man you had immediately identified as The Red Hood, Jason Todd- waved at you, a smile poking out through the crack in his visor. “I don’t get the chance to save such gorgeous people very often.”

You swore you swallowed your heart for a second as the words played to your ears. Jason Peter Todd, a fictional man you had the most embarrassingly fierce crush on back on your earth had just hit on you.

You played his compliment off, trying to cool the flaming rise of fluster on your cheeks with a small cough. Even so, Jason noticed, earning a small laugh from not far off along with a few quiet pads of his boots. Before you had realized it, he had slipped a small piece of paper into your hand, leaving you alone on the rooftop with a small gust of wind.

“I meant it when I said you were gorgeous. Call me?”

“Okay but, imagine that! Really!”

Jason quirked his eyebrows at you, still reveling in your eccentric story about the him from your earth.

“Okay, love, imagining it.” He propped himself up against the edge of the couch, welcoming you to sit on his extended legs. “I know you’re telling the truth, but thinking about another version of me is weird, you know?”

You laughed at the sight of his scrunched up face, one hand running along his jawline while the other cushioned his head. Admitting your obsession with the Red Hood was definitely humiliating, yet the matter had been watered down to simple banter as time passed. Even so, you would recall those stories over and over again just to stay with him now.

“Gorgeous,” a sharp series of snaps close to your face rendered you intent once more. “You okay?”

“I told you to stop calling me that.” You feigned annoyance as Jason reached for your waist, pulling you down to rest on his upper half.

“You know you love it,” Jason fired back, catching your smile despite your attempt at hiding it with your arm. “And wouldn’t you be begging to hear me say that to you a year ago?”

“Jasonnnn..” You groaned, cursing his laughter as you countered with a flick to his forehead. He would never stop teasing you for inflating his ego like you had all those months ago.

The last of his laughs were soon to die out, leaving a genuine smile to linger on his face as he leaned up. You found yourself smiling as well, taking in the sight of his ruffled hair and slightly flushed cheeks. It was then that he caught you staring, yet not shying away as he did so often and instead, taking your chin and dipping it down to capture your lips.

You could sense the quip forming on his tongue as you brushed a flock of stray hairs from his forehead. Yet, this time, you couldn’t have cared less, only focusing on the steady beat of his heart mixed in with waves of warm breath that fanned your face.

You would tolerate it, just for tonight.

#jason todd #jason todd x reader #jason todd fanfiction #jason todd reader insert #jason todd x you #jvsons #jason todd x y/n #jason todd imagine #red hood imagine #red hood fluff #jason todd fluff #red hood x reader

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clintbartonswife · 3 years

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crash landing

Pairings: Steve Rogers x Reader Summary: The quinjet takes a nosedive into the sea after a particularly tough mission, and to make things worse, you’re stuck with the one man that wished you dead. @whumptober-archive no.11: just keep swimming Notes: drowning, adrift - whump mixed with enemies to lovers. (in this part it’s just enemies though :3) masterlist || part two

"I don’t see why you’re acting so pissy with me!”

Your shouted words seemed to echo through the empty quinjet, Steve glaring at you from the pilot’s seat. The mission had been a simple one, though with the Captain constantly watching over your shoulder, you had felt claustrophobic and your nervousness had messed up the drive exchange.

“I knew you weren’t ready for the field.” he stated, turning back to face the front of the jet with a resolute huff.

“I would have been fine if I didn’t see you following me all the time - you distracted me and it cost us the drive! You weren’t even meant to be there.”

“I’ll be telling Fury to remove you from field duty for the foreseeable future.”

“Oh you’ve got to be shitting me -”

Before you could continue yelling at him, sudden loud beeping cut you off, JARVIS’ calm voice filtering through the noise, “Incoming missiles, Captain.”

You watched as Steve went stiff, “How many.”

“Five from the east, another six from the west. It seems they have followed us.”

You swore under your breath, grabbing a rocket launcher from the gun shelf and rushing to open the back door of the jet.

“What are you doing?”

“Trying to save our asses” you replied, attaching the carabiner on your belt to a metal pole by the door to ground yourself before letting the door open, aiming at the closest missile and blowing it up before it could hit you.

“Are you crazy?”

“Do you have a better idea?”

At his silence, you reloaded another rocket, about to aim once more when a large jolt rocked the quinjet, followed by a shout from Steve.

“JARVIS is down,” he yelled, leaving the pilot seat and rushing to grab an emergency bag, “We’re going down - we need to jump.”

“Are you insane?”

“For once in your life, listen to me.” he frowned, shouldering the bag and grabbing the launcher from your hand, throwing it carelessly to the side.

As the jet was hit once more, Steve’s urgency grew, unclipping the carabiner and shoving a spare backpack into your arms. “We’ve got to jump now!”

Just before he pushed you out of the door and towards the water below, you panicked, making eye contact with him, “Steve, I can’t swim.”

The water was cold.

You hit the surface of the water with a harsh thud, the chill quickly seeping in to your bones. You took harsh, heaving breaths as you fought to stay afloat, limbs frantically flailing around as you fought against the waves.

With the first lot of water that you inhaled, you inwardly cursed your past self for skipping out on the swimming lessons at your local pool. The sea was dark, and you felt the panic building up inside of you as you choked on the salty water.

“y/n!”

The yelled name was almost silenced by the overwhelming crescendo of the jet exploding above you, and you just about managed to dodge the first piece of falling debris. The resulting tidal wave was the last nail in the coffin, and you were completely submerged by the water.

Pressure pushed down on you, and you desperately reached towards the red of the explosion above you as gravity finally succeeded in dragging you down. Your head became light as the last of your oxygen escaped through your nose, a panicked inhale only succeeding in drowning you quicker. Some weirdly detached part of your brain thought it was weird how much it stung your nostrils to take in the sea water, the pain in your face somewhat overpowering the aching of your lungs.

Just as you had accepted that you were going to die, chest tight and screaming for breath, a firm hand grasped your wrist and tugged upwards. You spluttered, coughing out mouthfuls of water as Steve hauled you on to the yellow life raft that he had taken out of the backpack.

“We need to move” he shouted, eyes darting around as he tried to find a safe passageway through the maze of metal, fragments still raining down from the sky, “Can you still paddle?”

“Yeah,” you wheezed, ignoring the sick feeling in your belly and instead moving so that you could reach over the side, “Yeah I can do that.”

Steve grunted, hauling himself on to the raft beside you, sides of your body touching, and pointed to a distant dark shape, “There’s land there - we should’ve landed by a few islands”

As the two of you began to paddle in that direction, you took a quick look up in to the sky at the remains of the explosion, muted panic wrapping around your heart as the thoughts of how you’ll get home creeped in to your mind.

“Don’t look back,” Steve said, jaw tight as yet another falling piece of metal just narrowly missed the raft, “We’ve just got to keep going forwards.”

You nodded silently, gripping the side of the raft tightly as the resulting wave threatened to tip it over. A pained hiss escaped you as you sliced your arm open on a piece of the jet wing that poke out of the water, swearing under your breath. You let Steve take over paddling as you ripped off a line of cloth from the bottom of your top, tying it firmly across the gash to stem the bleeding.

After what seemed like hours, the island appeared to be closer, “Almost there.” From your spot on the raft, you could see a forested area further inland, surrounded by a white sand beach.

As you touched down on the beach, you allowed yourself to slump into the raft, adrenaline leaving your body in a rush. Steve seemed to take a few deep grounding breaths, before rooting through the left over supplies.

“I told Tony to restock these,” he muttered under his breath, unloading a few energy bars, a small medical kit and a swiss army knife, “Where did your bag go?”

“I don't know - I think I dropped it when I fell.”

Steve huffed, “Well, we’re going to have to make this work.”

“I was more focused on - you know - not drowning.”

Steve didn’t answer you, either more focused on counting supplies or just generally annoyed with your ‘incompetence’.

“We’ll be fine,” you murmured, drawing yourself back up to full height and wincing as the cut in your arm throbbed with the movement, “We’ve been through worse than this.”

Steve just nodded, putting everything he could back in the backpack and hiking it over his shoulder, “We should find somewhere inland, away from the water before it gets too dark.”

You made an affirmative noise, trying to keep up with him as you followed him towards the treeline, legs still feeling weak and wobbly. The two of you continued to walk in silence through the trees until you came across a little stream.

“This is good enough,” he said, dumping the bag on the ground.

“I’m - I’m sorry are you just fine with this?” you yelled, voice wavering, “We are in the middle of nowhere, no jet, no communications. How the fuck are we supposed to get home, Steve?”

“We don’t get to be worried,” he replied, voice raised and eyes wild, “We just have to push through this. So get your head on straight and stop dragging us down for once in your life.”

“Excuse me -”

“Do your part and get on with it - this is the hand we’ve dealt, and moaning about it won’t help anyone.” he roared, “

You blinked slowly as you processed his words, scoffing before backing away from him, “I’ll go get stuff for a fire. I’ll be back.”

As you walked away, you held your injured arm closer to your body, shielding it from his view. “Fuck this,” you whispered to yourself, absently noting the way you came so you could find the stream again.

#whumptober2021 #no.11 #adrift #drowning #marvel #steve rogers #x reader #steve rogers x reader #enemies to lovers #whump #just keep swimming #captain america #captain america x reader #x you #steve rogers fanfic #steve rogers x you

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hispipsqueak · 3 years

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Good Little Pet

Satan x F!Reader - NSFW

WC: 2.5K

TW: pet play, anal play, choking, master/pet dynamics, maid outfits, light degradation, unprotected sex

A/N: I’ve been on a huge Satan kick lately. I roast the hell out of him, but would I still die to be his kitten? You bet! Sorry I’ve been MIA for a bit. I have so many fics I’m working on, and not enough time in the day. Thank you for all the support friends. <3 I see your tags and they honestly make my entire life! Also I did proofread this, but I’ve also been staring at it for a week so plz don’t hate me if there’s typos! :D

All characters are 18+

The House of Lamentation had been unusually relaxed today. Most of the brothers were out, leaving only three home. Surprisingly the room was mostly silent as Levi had his headphones on as he played his game and even Mammon had been quiet, as he fiddled with his D.D.D.

Satan thumbed through a mystery novel as he sipped his tea. Though he usually preferred to read in his room, the ambience here was relaxed enough for once, that he could focus.

Until the door opened and Asmodeus walked in, dragging you behind him laughing. The two of you had been out shopping and the stack of boxes you held towered above you.

"Ah, Satan could you help me with this?" You asked, giggling about something Asmo had said. Sighing as he placed his bookmark, Satan reached over to help you with the boxes, revealing your smiling face and the cat-ear headband you had on top of your head.

"Satan, isn't MC adorable as a cute cat?! Nya for us MC!" Asmo asked. You rolled your eyes, but put your hand up in a paw shape, letting out a sweet "nya". Satan's eyes widened and he could feel heat rising into his cheeks. He quickly turned around.

"Uh, yes of course. I'll be going back to my room." He placed the boxes on the floor and hurried away as you and Asmo looked at each other confused.

Satan closed his door behind him and pressed his back to the wooden frame.

Satan often considered himself to be more level headed than most of his brothers, but he couldn't deny his attraction to you. Still, he showed less emotion outwardly than the rest of the brothers and he prided himself in that. However, seeing you in those cat ears, giving cute little meows as your eyes gazed up at him? Satan could feel his growing erection tenting his pants.

He had seen one of Levi's games a while back that featured a cat girl in a scantily clad maid outfit on the front cover. Now, he pictured you in the same outfit, cat ears atop your head, your skimpy dress leaving little to the imagination as you knelt in front of him, your lips parted waiting for your master's orders.

Fuck. He let out a shaky breath as the image of you bent over his desk, collared and begging for him to fuck you now entered his mind. His hand slid down to his throbbing cock, desperately wanting release.

A knock at the door interrupted him.

"Satan? You left your book and your tea. I brought it for you." Your voice called out, tentatively.

Shit. Satan looked around wildly. before sitting at his desk to hide his obvious arousal.

"Come in." He called out hoarsely, hoping you didn't notice the quiver in his voice.

You opened the door, still wearing those damned ears and looked concerningly at him.

"Are you feeling alright? You rushed out of there and your face is really red." You placed his things on the desk as you walked towards him, avoiding the precarious stacks of books around the room. He quickly grabbed a book from the top of a pile and placed it on his lap as you approached him.

"I'm fine, just got lost in thought." He lied. You raised an eyebrow but didn't press it. The pile of books next to him chose that moment to clatter to the ground and before he could react, you knelt down in front of him to pick up the fallen books.

He looked down at you and bit his lip so hard he tasted blood. You looked up at him innocently, identical to the naughty visions of you in his mind.

You placed a hand on his knee and he let out a low groan. Your eyes widened.

"Satan? I-"

"Come down for dinner!" Asmo's voice chirped out from outside the door. You stood up and turned.

"Do you want me to let them know you're not feeling well? I can bring you something back."

Satan nodded. He had to really take care of the very pressing issue at hand and knew he wouldn't be able to sit through an entire agonizing meal.

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"Pass the salt, Asmo."

"I didn't hear a 'nya', MC." Asmo giggled, poking his tongue out at you. Your hand flew to your hair.

"I forgot I had these on!" You laughed.

"Let's hope Satan doesn't see those." Levi muttered.

You cocked your head. "What do you mean."

Levi's face flushed. "Uh...no reason, er, nothing!!!"

You narrowed your eyes at the reddening demon.

"Satan's obsession with cats doesn't stop at real cats. Didn't he get obsessed with that stupid cat girl game?" Belphie yawned, sliding his half-finished plate to Beel who dug in happily.

"You mean Neko Magic Maid♡. It wasn't even that good of a game!" Levi said, "It definitely wasn't as good as SuperStar Magic Maid…"

"Yeah. I don't think he was interested in the storyline." Mammon interjected, laughing.

Lucifer scolded the brothers for being crass but your mind wandered. Was that why Satan was acting so weird? After dinner, you headed to Levi's room.

"Hey Levi! I was wondering more about that game you were talking about? The catgirl one?"

Levi didn't even turn from his computer screen. "Yeah it's on that shelf. But if you really like the Magic Maid series you should start with Springtime Magic…AHHH HE'S RESPAWNED!" He yelled, ignoring you again for the game he was currently playing.

You grabbed the game and slipped out of his room quietly. Glancing at the cover you saw a cat girl dressed in a ridiculously short maid costume. Her ears and tail were perked up and she donned a black collar around her neck with a little bell and tag that read 'Master'.

You grinned as you headed to your room. This would be fun.

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"Satan?"

"Come in."

Satan turned the page in his book. Thankfully after that disastrous night, you hadn't worn that headband again, though he'd be lying if he said the image from you that day hadn't been filling his mind as he jerked his cock each night.

He heard you step into the room, but you didn't say anything. Looking up, his jaw dropped.

You were dressed in a maid outfit somehow more revealing than the one from the game. Your breasts were practically popping out of the dress, and the short skirt barely covered your ass. He could see the slight bulge of your thighs over top of your sheer thigh-high socks and he had the urge to bite that spot over and over.

You had the cat ears on again and as you walked towards him, he could hear a jingling noise. Glancing at your neck he saw a simple black collar with his name on the tag and a silver bell.

"MC what are you doing?" He breathed out shakily. You placed your hand on his chest, gently pushing him into his desk chair.

"Taking care of you…Master." You knelt down on the floor and looked at him expectantly.

Satan blinked rapidly. He had to be dreaming.

"Can I please you, Master?" You asked. He nodded, at a loss for words, and you began to unbutton his pants, freeing his rapidly hardening cock. Your hands wrapped around it squeezing, and you slowly moved up and down. Satan let out a groan.

You moved closer, pressing your lips to the tip of his cockhead before lapping at the beads of precum from the slit. You slid his length into your warm, wet mouth and looked into his eyes, swirling your tongue around his cock. This elicited another grunt from the blonde demon.

As you bobbed up and down on his length, he rested his hand on your hair, gently pushing you deeper on his cock. You moaned around him and the vibrations made his heart race. He looked down at you, and noticed the tail that led to under your skirt.

The realization set a switch off in his brain. He bucked his hips, forcing more of his cock into your mouth.

"Ohhhh fuck. That's it kitten. You like choking on Master's cock?" He asked, his fingers gripping tightly to your hair. You could only gag around him as a response, and the noises you let out were absolutely sinful.

"Such a good little pet. Your throat is squeezing me so well, kitten. But you can go deeper, can't you? Don't you want to please your master?" He asked.

Frantically you nodded and forced even more of him down your throat, trying your best to breathe out of your nose. As you tried to pull back, his grip tightened, holding you firmly in place. Your eyes watered as you felt his cock throb in your throat and your vision blurred, from tears or lack of oxygen, you weren’t sure. He pulled back and you gasped for air, tear streaked face looking up at him. Satan panicked, apologies already forming in his head before you grinned and pulled him back into your mouth.

“Fuuuuck, such a good kitten. Addicted to master’s cock.” Satan groaned out, his eyes closing as you found your pace on his length. He could feel his release creeping up on him, a fiery feeling in the core of him as your mouth enveloped his cock. The room filled with soft pants and the jingling of the bell around your neck. He met your eyes as you continued to take him deeper. He wouldn’t last much longer if you kept like this.

“That’s it kitten, that’s it. You want master’s milk? Want your cute belly full of your master’s cum? Tell me, kitten.”

You whined around him, releasing his cock from your lips.

“Please master. Need to please you. Want your cum.” Your eyes were glassy with tears and drool dripped down the corners of your plump lips. Satan wished he could snap a picture of you looking so lewd.

“Good girl. Milk my cock kitten. Milk my fucking cock.” He gasped as you sped up around him, sloppier and more vigorously than before. Spit coated your chin and spilled onto his thighs as you wrapped your tongue around his cock.

“FUCK! Fuck, just like that!! Oh fuck, cumming!! Take it all, kitten. Fucking take it.” Satan wailed, his muscles tensing as he shot load after load down your throat. You struggled to swallow everything, with some dripping off your lips. Breathing hard, he scooped it with his finger, pushing it back into your mouth.

“Don’t waste a drop kitten.”

You sucked on his finger, a content smile on your face. He reached down, tugging your wrists and pulling you to your feet.

“You didn’t think we were done, did you kitten? Oh no...I want to explore every little bit of you.” He whispered, bending you over his desk. Flipping up your skirt he admired as the tail slid into your ass and gently tugged it, pulling a low moan from you.

“Such a naughty kitten. I can’t wait to fill all your holes with my seed.” He said, his hand palming your ass, before smacking you hard. You jolted forward with a soft whimper. He tugged at your tail again, chuckling as you squeezed your thighs together.

“I’ve barely touched you and you’re already squirming.” His fingers pressed against your drooling cunt. “Already this wet, just from a few tugs on your tail? What a slutty little pet you are.”

You moaned as he pressed his fingers into your cunt, the slick arousal easily letting him into you. He slowly pumped in and out of you as you attempted to grind against his palm, whining when he gripped your hips, stilling you.

“Look at you, kitten. Debasing yourself just to get off. How filthy.” His voice was sadistic and yet your body trembled with desire under his touch. Your brain was hazy with his fingers rhythmically plunging into you and all you wanted was for him to use you for his pleasure.

“Please Master. Please touch me.” You pleaded, squeezing your thighs together as he pulled his fingers out of you. He pushed you down on the desk, as he pressed his cockhead against your entrance.

“Beg.”

“Please fuck me master. Please let me cum around your cock. I need you so bad, sir – FUCK!”

Satan slammed his cock into you, causing you to cry out. His hand gripped your hip as he fucked himself deeper into you.

“Scream as loud as you want kitten, no one is going to hear you through the spells in this room. You’re clenching around me so deliciously, pet.” His fingertips bruised your skin and papers and books were knocked off the desk as he slammed into you over and over.

Your body shook and you felt so full with his cock in your pussy and the plug in your ass. You felt stretched to your limit and still he pressed on, fucking you until you saw stars.

“I can feel the pressure of your tail plug through your delicious cunt, kitten. Doesn’t it feel good to be so full? You’re such a lewd little kitten, aren’t you?” As he taunted you with his words, his fingers danced around your clit, causing your legs to feel like they were giving out. Relentless, he continued pounding into you as tears fell from your eyes.

“So, so full. So good, master! Your cock is so perfect, Master.” you babbled, your brain delirious with lust. The fire burning in your core was so overwhelming, your body ached for more and you needed him, needed your master to push you over that peak.

Satan growled, feeling his demon form activate. His tail wrapped itself around your neck, holding you in place as he wrecked you.

“Your lewd little pussy is fluttering around my cock, kitten. Are you going to cum for me? Are you going to cum for your master’s cock?” He panted out. He was close, apparent as his thrusts became harder and faster.

“Yes please Master. Let me cum on your cock!” You choked out, his tail tightening around your throat. Your eyes fluttered as you felt back arch.

“Cum for me, pet.”

That was all it took. You wailed as your cunt clenched around him, creaming around his cock. Your body convulsed and you felt dazed as you gushed around him.

“Fuck, kitten!” He groaned out. His hand slammed you down as he unloaded into you. He was so deep, you could practically feel his cum in your belly as he shot ropes of his hot seed into your body over and over. After what felt like a lifetime, he slowly slid out of you.

Picking you up he delicately placed you on his bed, wiping aways the traces of cum that dripped onto your thighs. He gently worked your tail plug out and placed it on the desk before covering you with his sheets.

“You did so good for me, kitten.” He whispered into your skin. Your eyes were too heavy to open, so you just smiled sleepily and curled into his chest. Running his hand through your hair, he undid the cat ear clips and placed them on his nightstand before succumbing to exhaustion, his whispered words barely audible.

“Good little pet.”

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mayans-sauce · 3 years

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Attitude

Gif Credit: @shadesalvarez

Pairing: Ez Reyes x Female Reader

Word Count: 2K

Warnings: NSFW, 18+ ONLY, disobedient/brat reader, cursing, masturbating, cum swallowing, hair pulling, oral (female receiving), fingering, anal play, choking, unprotected sex, orgasm denial, spanking, creampie, dirty talk/vulgar words, mention of bodily fluids

Request by @everyhowlmarksthedead which you can find HERE

A/N: hope this was ok. Enjoy <3 !No spoilers for season 3 in this writing!

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The attitude you’ve had towards Ez this week was bound to get you punished sooner or later. You just knew it. You could feel the tension brewing between the two of you. Ez was holding back, but every time you talked back to him in a rude manner or were being a naughty little brat, you saw his eyes darkening each time.

You had no idea when he was going to pounce on you and teach you a lesson. It could be any day now.

“Get up!” Ez had just burst through the bedroom door as you were sitting on the bed, fresh out of the shower, reading a magazine.

“Wh-why?”

“You know why.”

Yeah, you know why. It was time for your punishment. You were both equally horrified and giddy like a schoolgirl for what he had in store for you.

You got up and stood just beside the bed. You're playing nervously with your fingers as you tried to prepare yourself for what is about to happen.

“Come here.”

You took slow steps to where he was standing in the middle of the room. Your gaze on the floor as you didn’t dare look at him.

Once right in front of him, you lifted your head to stare into his darkening orbs. There were no signs of your soft and loving Ez to be found in them.

“Take off your clothes.”

Taking them off until you were stood in a bra and panties, but that wasn’t enough as he wanted you fully naked.

“All of it.”

Once everything was off, he took his sweet time to look you up and down. He was licking his lips at the thoughts of what he could do to your body. His personal pleasure temple.

“On your knees.”

There was no hesitation in your body as you got down. Sucking Ez off was one of your favorite things, and you would do it whenever, wherever.

He undid his jeans while keeping eye contact with you. He pulled it down with his underwear as well. All he was left in was the white t-shirt that clung to his perfectly sculpted body that made your mouth water.

His dick was already hard and ready to be sucked. You leaned in to wrap your lips around him but was denied with a tug to your hair.

“Did I say you could suck it?” His other hand gripped your chin to keep your attention on him.

“N-no.”

“No, I didn’t. Naughty and bad-behaved brats don’t deserve to get dick. Be still, and don’t touch me.”

Ok, this was weird. Usually, he would have shoved his dick deep in your throat by now. This must be something new he’s trying out.

“Spit on it.”

You did as he requested and spit on his tip and let gravity do the job in coating his length in your saliva.

His hand wrapped itself around his big and hard length as he jerked himself off. His hand was focusing on the end of his cock. The goal was to come as quickly as possible by the looks of how fast he was working himself. His eyes closed for a brief second at the pleasure building.

Your eyes looked up at him in love and adoration of this beautiful man that you called yours. Your pussy was so needy as you watched him touch himself.

Fuck, all you wanted was to take over and move his hand away so that you could choke on him as he emptied himself down your throat. But this was obviously a form of his torture to not let you touch him.

He was close. His hand was losing the steady rhythm that he had.

His other hand went in your hair and pulled hard, making you emit a yelp at the slight pain.

“Open your mouth and show me that tongue.”

Your mouth was wide upon for him to empty his delicious seed. Your eyes are big and innocent to give him that extra push to finish into you.

With a loud and heavy grunt, he came on your tongue. Ropes of him decorating it so beautifully. Once he was emptied entirely, he took a second to admire his work.

“So beautiful. Now swallow.”

You closed your mouth and swallowed with no second thoughts. It was like second nature for you to do so.

You showed him your empty mouth, which made him let out a satisfied groan.

“Are you going to fuck me now?”

His hand went around your pulse as his face was mere inches from you.

“Not yet, pretty girl. You don’t deserve it. Now get on the bed.”

He slapped your ass hard as you got up and walked towards the bed to lay down on it.

Ez didn’t kiss you; he went straight to your nipples to pull, lick, kiss, and play with them.

“F-fuck Ez.”

“Mmm… your nipples are so sensitive today. It makes me want to make you come undone by just playing with them but,” his lips trailed and kissed down to you wet and needy pussy, “I’m hungry to taste you,” his broad tongue licked from your quivering hole to your clit, the tip of his tongue flicking it.

His lips wrapped around your clit had you gasping. He sucked and licked, which resulted in an arched back from you. Ez didn’t like that and put his hand on your stomach to push you down.

“Don’t do that. Don’t move. Don’t make a sound. This is your punishment for being a brat all week long. So be a good girl while I enjoy my meal.”

His lips and tongue worked you all over. Kissing, licking, pulling as well as biting your flesh around your pussy. You did your best to keep silent and not move a muscle, but you failed a few times which resulted in him slapping your overly sensitive pussy.

You lost count on how many times he denied your orgasm. Tears were in your eyes at how spent your body was. You just wanted him to either fuck you senseless or cum all over his face.

Ez’s thumb left tiny circles on your pulsating clit as he kept fucking you with his tongue. Occasionally his tongue would swirl around your tight and puckered hole. This was maybe the 5th time of him building you up, and you didn’t think you could take one more time of his denying you.

“E-Ez…”

He lifted his head to look at your tearful face. “Alright, baby girl, I’ll be nice and give you what you want.”

His forehead came to rest on yours as his hand wrapped itself around your throat. The pressure of it was taking some of your oxygen, and you became lightheaded. Your hand took hold of his extensive and robust bicep.

Two of his long fingers teased your entrance before they fucked you. They reached deep inside, brushing against that spot that had your eyes closing in immense pleasure.

“Look at me as you cum all over my fingers.”

The pad of his thumb on your clit was what you needed to let go on him. He made you keep your eyes on him at all times. His smirk decorated his face at your fucked out state after the orgasm you had.

“Taste yourself.”

You gladly took his fingers covered in you into your mouth. Licking around his digits as you moaned out at the taste.

“All four now.”

He took that time to remove his last article of clothing, which was his white t-shirt.

As soon as you were in position, face down ass up, he left a series of slaps on your ass cheeks. The bedsheets muffle your moans and whimpers of pain and pleasure.

“Look at this pussy. All mine to take.” He said as his thumb teased your hole.

“Are you going to fuck me or not, Ez?” That was a risk of you to take. To talk to him in that manner. But you just needed him to fuck you, to use your holes as he pleased.

That tone he didn’t like. His hand wrapped itself so hard around your throat, and he pulled you flush against himself.

“Really? You fucking little brat. I decided when I fuck you. Me. Not you. You understand?”

“Y-yes,” it was barely a whisper.

“Huh? I didn’t hear you?”

“Ye-yes. You decide.”

He pushed you back into the mattress. Pressing your face into it.

True to his word, he decided he didn’t want to fuck you yet. It was true that he was the one in charge. So he could fuck you when he wanted, not when you wanted.

He planned to tease some more. So his thumb entered your pussy to give him lubricant. He spits onto your other tight hole, and his thumb that was just in your pussy lightly teased your asshole before he pushed inside.

“Ah fuck Zeke.”

His thumb fucked your hole, and with his other hand, he lined himself up with your entrance, slamming into your tight walls in surprise.

“So tight.”

The force of his hips made you jolt forward with each thrust, and you clutched the sheets in your grasp. You just wanted to cum right then and there at the feeling of his full cock inside you.

“Yes fuck me so good,” you whimpered as he fucked you so senseless.

“Fuck baby, your pussy feels so good. So warm and tight.” He removed his hand from your ass so that he could use both hands to hold your hips. Occasionally spanking your here and there. Your walls clenching around him made him shudder in pleasure.

Your head was buzzing in ecstasy, and your mouth hung open as silent screams escaped it.

“Please, Ez, don’t stop. Don’t stop fucking me.”

His hand grabbed a fistful of your hair to pull you up slightly and make your back arch. You bit your bottom lip at his rough and dominant actions. His animalistic moves.

“You like when I fuck you tight needy little pussy, huh?”

“Yes. Please don’t stop.”

“I won’t stop, baby, I promise.”

He pressed your face back down on the mattress. His hand at the back of your neck to keep you there. The other one made circles on your precious jewel.

“Please, I can’t hold it anymore. Fill me up. Please fill me up and make me cum.”

His thrust became irregular as your walls edged him on, and with a few more thrust, he coated your inside with his seed, milking himself for all he was worth as his groans, moans, and curses were released into the room.

That was what you needed to let yourself go. Your pussy contracted around him as you came around his cock. Your clit pulsating as he still kept stimulating it. Your own moans, whimpers, and pleas were coming from within you.

His hips stilled after fucking your both through the orgasm.

“Good girl,” a few pats on your ass were laid.

As he pulled himself out of your abused hole, you shut your eyes tight at how sensitive you were feeling.

His cum in your pussy left him in fascination as it came out of you.

“Look at you filled up with my cum. Such a good girl taking all of me.”

His lips left a few kisses on your still sore ass from all the spanking he did.

He cleaned you up with his shirt before he turned you around to lay against his side. Half of you spread on top of him as he caressed your back.

You winced each time you made a movement of your body.

“Are you ok?” Ez asked as he kept kissing your hairline.

“Yea… just a little bit sore… but I enjoyed myself.”

“Rest up a bit, and then we can take a bubble bath together so I can pamper you up.”

“That sounds nice. I love you, Ezekiel.”

“And I love you.”

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keilemlucent · 4 years

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tiles & released tension

(r18+)

gang orca | sakamata kugo x reader

continuation of this fic

word count: 2.2k

the cycle of lust

warnings: fem reader, monsterfucking, weird tongue, weird dicks, marking, mouthfucking, heat cycles,

commission for @baroque-baby!!! thank u so much!!!!!!! 💗💗💗

a/n: wow here it is!! the second of the two comms :’’^) enjoy some more... Monster fucking esque stuff AND heat cycles!!!! enjoy y’all :’’^)

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Despite how physically demanding the overall experience of Kugo’s rut was, you were well taken care of. Beyond that, even. He spared no expense, forgot no detail, and left no need or want unattended.

He was a dutiful lover despite his carnal hunger.

...

You vaguely knew when it was day and night. Your temporary home had large, arching windows and skylights that let sunbeams in to bend against the rippling pool. You knew when it was bright outside, though the exact time of day didn’t seem to matter much to Kugo or you.

That ‘morning’ (whenever you awoke, it was light outside), you’d woken up in the pool, tucked against Kugo’s chest in the lapping, gentle current of the water. It was always a bit scary, waking up being naked and half-submerged.

Yet, you were always mentally-reminded that no harm would come to you. Drowning? Absolutely not. Kugo was literally holding you. If any other danger entered a twenty-meter vicinity, you were sure Kugo would be ready to crush the threat instantly.

But, there were no threats. A peaceful courtyard that let in nice light during the evening with lots of pretty flowers and landscaping.

In some of your more fucked out and fucked up moments, arms braced against the wet tile as Kugo reamed you for the umpteenth time, you found yourself dazing off at the reflections and colors as you blinked back overstimulated tears.

Yet, that morning, you’d woken up without a writhing cock in you. Though it was close by and ever-hard, just as always.

“Mornin’,” You yawned, stretching to pop a kiss onto Kugo’s cheek. His chest rumbled out a sound too low for you to hear, a new, cetacean-based feature he’d developed over his rut. “Sleep well?”

“Very.”

Considered how much cum he spilled into you and the surrounding pool the night prior, he had to be exhausted, right?

To some extent.

He was a pro hero, with the stamina to match. Not to mention most of your days were spent in the pool of perfectly treated and temperate water, allowing Kugo to be in his most optimal state whether he was fighting villains or fucking your brain out.

You weren’t complaining.

Once again, dutiful.

Kugo adjusted you as he needed, a low growl pitching from his throat.

You ended up on your knees, skin scraping the tiles on the submerged bench below. It was a favored position, allowing the upper half of your body to be up and out of the water. Though you had, several times, gotten a mouthful or noseful of water due to Kugo breeding you (so fucking well) in the pool, it wasn’t preferred.

(Most of the time.)

Kugo rumbled as he floated in the water behind you, thickly-taloned hands coming to rest on your hips under the water, “You’re so beautiful in the mornings, you have no idea.”

He’d been waxing more since all of this started. In the moments he wasn’t insatiably worked up by his primal state, he was lavishing you in compliments and kindness as you’d never seen.

Kugo fished around in a nearby float basket, pulling away with a fancily crafted bottle of lube. It was a light lavender, oil-based, and heavenly smelling as he poured a bit of it on his hand.

Considering how long and sharp his nails had become, it was far too dangerous for him to prepare you like he once did.

Good thing his cock was tapered.

You could feel the bump of it against your ass, almost slivering against your hot skin under the water. Kugo slicked it down with the lube as he grabbed another item from the basket— a small bullet vibrator, waterproof and strong.

You beamed as he laid it on the pool deck by your arms.

“Am I allowed to use that?” You asked, keeping your voice teasing and sweet, still scratchy from sleep.

Kugo grunted another primal noise.

Consider it’d been several hours since he’d had his fill of you, he was bound to be insatiable. He tended to get a bit more... animalistic when he got so needy for you.

Social conventions had been mostly negated during the weeks of Kugo’s rut, it was a necessity. Not to mention that they were difficult to even think about with the distractions at your disposal.

The tip of Kugo’s cock, slick and squirming, teased as your entrance as he settled behind you, towering over your bent frame. The water sloshed around both of you, though neither of you minded.

You were far more focused on the way the appendage was teasing from your clit to your leak cunt without rest.

Laying your head on your arms, you arched your back at an even harsher angle, just barely grinding against Kugo as he prepared you as much as his cock would allow.

(It wasn’t entirely necessary considered how often he’d been stuffing you full— your cunt was practically shaped to him by that point.)

His chest bore down on your back, heat radiating off of him as he pressed you into the tiles and pool wall. You swallowed as his hand grabbed around your throat and jaw, pulling your head to the side so his long, (also) tapered tongue could lave along your shoulders.

“You always taste so good in the mornings,” Kugo spoke low and rolling. You squeezed your eyes shut, rolling your hips back to bump against his own.

As much as he fluffed you up verbally, you could feel how he was holding himself back from wrecking you.

His talons bit into the meat of your hips, his tongue licked its way to your ear, gooey saliva mixing with the water and sweat against your skin. His deep breaths, coming harsher each minute, made his chest bear down on your own, flattening you to the til, though not fully squishing you.

“Kugo,” You spoke in a singsong voice, grabbing the vibrator and flicking it on. “Why don’t you fuck me like you mean it instead of being polite? I thought we were past formalities.”

He went still, aside from the twirl of his thin cockhead at your entrance.

“I mean,” You were pressing your luck, but that was part of the fun. “I know you want to breed me so well that I leak all day, so why not get to it?”

You hummed, just for a moment, before Kugo was pressing you down, hard, squeezing the air out of your lungs in the best possible way.

“Is that really what you want?” Kugo growled, the sound shaking in several different pitches as he fucked into your cunt in one clean stroke.

You choked on your breath, scrambling against the wet tile as the vibrator slipped out of reach into the water.

Taking him at full length in one go wasn’t impossible, but the stretch of it all at once ached. His cock pressed and writhed in your cunt as he held his hips steady, shaking slightly.

You took a shuddering breath as his fat tongue rolled over your shoulders.

“How badly do you want to be ruined?”

If you could’ve melted into the water of the pool, you would’ve.

Part of you wanted to give one last fiery retort, but you were far too mushy to muster it up as Keigo thrust fully once more. He nearly bottoms out, you figure, considering the way his cock twists against your inside, pressing at your knot of nerves.

You moaned, lips parting and falling open.

Kugo greedily took the opportunity to further crane your neck, his thick tongue dipping into your mouth, snaking along the backs of your teeth.

You were caught up in it all, the sensations seemingly so fresh after sleep. Each new slam of Kugo’s hips, the taste of him filling your mouth, and the sounds of slapping water all felt magnified.

Whining, you bucked back into his thrusts, feeling the slow expansion of his cock inside you as Kugo grew ever closer.

His throaty laugh vibrated into your own mouth, the sound almost too loud for you to fully catch as your bones rang in your flesh with the tone He took your shock to push his tongue further, deeper into your mouth, licking at the back your tongue and molars.

It was almost too much, as oxygen became a luxury.

Except, Kugo grounded you easily, the hand on your hips and the pressure of his body above yours tethering you to reality as he fucked you in earnest.

Each slap of his body against your own ignited a new wave lust in your, slick spilling down your inner thighs and into the water. Your clit ached, helplessly ignored under the pseudo-surf. You didn’t have the mind in your to try and clamor for the lost vibrator, your mind swimming far too deep to think that far.

Instead, your ground back into Kugo all your could, your noises and moans dampened by the tongue throat-fucking you.

He didn’t seem to mind at all.

You could feel yourself getting fuller and fuller, as impossible as it seemed. Kugo’s cock expanded as it neared climax, pressing at your walls before painting them white and sticky.

The grip on your jaw released, his tongue recoiling from your mouth as his head fell against your shoulder.

“How is this for ‘breeding’ you?” Kugo knew your asked, but asked anyway, chuckling at the way you desperately dripped for more of him.

You nodded, “Very, good. Very—”

Kugo’s pace became rougher.

His hand slipped under your, into the water to rub the meat of his palm into your clit in small, insistent circles. The nearby scrap of his claws only served to make you twitch and want more.

“P-Please, more!” You cried out, laying your head onto the tile as his thrusts got rougher, his teeth scraping and sucking at your neck, and his tongue soaking your skin—

And with a few final pressed of Kugo’s hand and you were coming undone for him in time with him absolutely filling you up.

It was filthy in the best possible way.

You sputtered out profanities as you came, Kugo’s hot seed spilling into you in thick, creamy spurts. The heat of it was almost scalding against the temperature of the bathwater.

Kugo kept a firm grip on you, despite the way how his skin had become so slick, fucking you through his long orgasm. It was something to do with his rut, but Kugo tended to spill into you not for seconds, but rather minutes.

It gave you time to come down as his fattened cock filled you.

You went pliant against the pool deck as another spurt of cum filled your core. Kugo was still in the throes of it, grunting every few moments and grinding into your insides. You weakly pressed back, shaking with your own breath.

Kugo’s hand pressed into your stomach, feeling the bulge of his own cock and cum filling you. The touch only strengthened your own sensations, the mix of it, and your full womb causing your eyes to roll back in your skull.

And then, it all slowed.

You were both still for a moment, the remnants of your movement told in the slosh of the pool and its harsh ripples.

Kugo gently turned your face to his, smoothing back some of your hair and dropping a few deliberate kisses against your cheeks, “Are you alright?”

You nodded, blissed-out and fucked out, “Very alright.”

It was all the response you could manage.

You couldn’t help but feel a bit disappointed as Kugo pulled out of you, an odd rush of water and fertile nut mixing below you. The absence of the stretch of his cock left you wanting.

But, Kugo was a dutiful mate, even in this state.

He carefully lifted you in his arms, carrying you out from the breeding pool to a nearby room.

It was one of the rooms you slept in, that of a handful of others. This one had a rounded ceiling and high windows, cream-colored walls and a large, water-proofed lounging bed.

Kugo gently set you down on it, grabbing a blanket-sized towel and wrapping you in it as fully as he could.

He tended to focus on your physical needs after fucking, especially when you two had been doing it so much. You’d never complain about how there was almost always a perfectly chilled water bottle in your hand and a bottle of massage oil at the ready.

Still, you wanted him—

That was why you were there, after all.

Kugo had stepped out, undoubtedly gathering up the supplies to tend to your body as he knew you needed.

You flickered your gaze to a nearby mirror, taking in your own visage.

Clearly, you’d been through the wringer. Dark circles punched under your eyes, your skin pruned from so long in the sweet-smelling water, and a smattering of rakes from Kugo’s teeth laid across your shoulders.

You looked like hell.

...

You smiled.

Kugo walked back in a moment later, just as you were standing up, wobbling on your jellied legs.

He was quick to wash to you, pulling you up against his slick body (as his cock began to re-harden again), “Sit down, love, please. I can get you anything you need.”

“You can,” You beamed up at him, craning on your tiptoes and pulling him down by his neck. “And guess what I need?”

He rumbled out a laugh, undoubtedly knowing where your words were going based on your suddenly tender affections, “And what's that?”

“You.”

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