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cupcakeinat0r · 1 month

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A Nerdy Middle-aged loser Miguel with a dad bod who teaches your genetics class

pt. 4

After seeing you flirt with that other student, Miguel went back home to his penthouse with a mixture of emotions.

First, he felt angry, and on multiple occasions. For starters, he was upset to see you smile for someone else. He wanted to make you smile like that.

Then he got even more mad that he's mad about that. It was so childish. There shouldn’t be anything between you guys anyway. Buying you things and hugging you and giving you pet names and head messages was already pushing it to the very edge.

Then he was confused. Miguel was starting to think maybe you liked him in that way, too. Was it all just platonic to you? Was it the way he looked? Did he do something wrong?

His heart drops at the thought that maybe he made you feel uncomfortable, or worse, unsafe. Feelings of concern cloud his mind making him toss and turn in bed.

This thought alone was more than enough proof to him that he needs to start treating you like what you are: his student.

That next morning, y’all had class. You scurried in at your usual 2-5 min late mark, Miguel’s eyes reluctantly following you. You sat down and smiled at him, but you weren’t met with your usual sweet, adorable professor's smile. Instead, you just get a surly glare before he starts the lesson.

The whole lecture, Miguel is using every fiber of his being to not look over at you, because he knows that if he does, he’ll fall for you all over again.

When you ask him for help, he doesn’t get as close as he used to, keeping his manly musk away from you.

When you raise your hand to answer a question, you’re not his first pick.

When you leave little treats for him on his desk, he doesn't even touch them or acknowledge them.

And when you leave class and say “Bye, Professor O’Hara! Thank you for class today!”, there’s no more “ Thank you, Mama.” No “Sweetheart”. Not even “hun”. Just “bye”.

It would be like this for about a week, treating you the way he treats the rest of his students. Miguel’s heart was breaking, but this was for the best. For the both of you. You could get anyone you wanted, and he shouldn’t put his job on the line. Besides, you seemed to be very happy with this new guy. Miguel truly believed that he didn’t deserve you anyway.

You were so confused. It was like two different people. Like night and day. You wanted answers. Luckily, y’alls tutoring session was coming up.

You knocked on his office door to be met with an indifferent man. He opens the door with no greeting, completely dismissing you as he lets you in. No gift in sight, though you were expecting that given his drastic change in behavior.

You set your bag down and sit at your seat, Miguel giving you a paper filled with practice formulas for the final. Without even looking at you, he sits at his desk and does something he never did: tend to his own work.

“Just let me know if you have any questions. Otherwise, finish those formulas and you’re good for the day.” He doesn’t even look at you when saying this, his words slightly muffled as he spoke into his hand.

Everything felt so off, it was making you want to cry.

“Professor O’Hara… are you okay?” There’s genuine concern in your voice, but his gaze doesn’t leave his paper.

“I’m fine. The formulas, please.” This is the driest you’ve ever seen him.

“You-you sure?” All you get is a tired sigh from him before he, without lifting his gaze still, uses his pointer finger to tap on the paper before you.

Not wanting to anger him, you start the practice. It’s dead silent in the office. The air feels stale. Did the lights in here always feel this clinical?

“There. I’m Finished. May you check them, please?” You ask softly, still hopeful that he’ll somehow be normal again, only to be disappointed again.

He finally peels his eyes from his own work and onto yours, his eyes quickly skimming through your paper.

“Good. You can go now.” He mutters in a monotone voice, and back to his papers he goes.

“Professor O’Hara… are you sure you’re okay, you seem… off.” You ask one last time.

“Like I said, I’m fine. It’s none of your concern, anyway. See you tomorrow for class, and don’t be late.” The venom in his voice makes you wince. You could cry right here right now.

“Did… I do something wrong?” You feel a ball form in your throat. It's when he hears your voice crack when he finally lifts his head and looks at you for the first time in a while.

Sitting in front of him just across the desk is his one weakness. He sees worry, sadness, and confusion on your face, immediately wanting to get up from his seat to take you in his arms and tell you that you can do no wrong and that you’re perfect. All he wants to do is comfort you in this moment, but he can’t do it in the way he wants to. He promised himself he'd distance himself. Partially to save his job but more so that he would prevent heartbreak.

The welling in your eyes only makes it 10x harder.

“Mama-“ the pet name slips and he instantly catches himself. He takes it back by substituting it for something more professional: your first name.

“… of course you didn’t do anything wrong. Everything is fine.” Miguel struggles to maintain his stoic front, but nonetheless still manages to keep it up, making sure you don’t know his true desire.

“Things are not fine.” You snap back. This makes Miguel look up at you from the papers in his hands.

“You don’t say hi to me when I come to class, you don’t look at me during lectures, in fact, you never look at me even when I’m talking to you, and now you’ve started calling me by my actual name… something’s wrong, so please, tell me.” You plead, inching closer to his desk.

“Nothing’s wrong. I’m your professor. Besides,” he looks down at his paper again since looking at your pout was becoming unbearable, “I’m sure you’d prefer attention from someone else.” He adds, but this time, there’s actual emotion behind those words. Up until now, he has been incredibly bland, but that last statement was lined with something… like jealousy.

You started thinking. You began to connect the dots.

The only thing that had changed in the past few days was the new transfer in the class.

You had gotten along with him very well, even sitting next to each other every class and leaving together.

It clicked.

“Professor O’Hara… I’d say you’re jealous.” Your pout grew into a cheeky smile, seeing right through Miguel now.

His eyes widen, shooting you an appalled look.

“Well, I’d say you’re sadly mistaken. That’s a ridiculous accusation.” You knew you won when he got defensive. He tries to play it off by retreating to his paper again, but it’s pretty evident you stroke a nerve. His fist clenched around the poor ink pen in his hand.

“Oh my God… you’re totally jealous.” You’re completely smiling now, holding back a giggle since you didn’t want to ridicule Miguel to his face. But you had to admit, it was cute.

“And who could I possibly be jealous of, hm? Enlighten me.” He looks up at you through his glasses, the fine line along his brow creasing as he raises it.

“Well, the transfer, of course! How did I not realize!” You allow a chuckle to slip as you confront Miguel.

Miguel responds with silence, cowering back to ungraded papers.

“Awwwww, Professor O’Hara… he’s gay.”

You laugh as you say this. Miguel stops writing to look at you again, his gaze finally softening with small glints of hope.

“… he is?” He asks softly, his hard facade thrown away at last. There he is. There’s that big, soft, kind loser you knew.

“Yes! He’s as straight as a circle!” You chuckle some more. Miguel furrows his brows as he tries to make sense of the situation.

“But you two are always so… touchy. I just assumed that… ” You roll your eyes at Miguel’s oblivion. He’s so cute.

“Oh my goodness, that’s normal! He’s like one of the girls! We're just best friends.” Miguel’s shoulders seem to relax as he sits in relief. His lips begin to curl. He’s not sure if he’s smiling because now he knows you aren’t interested in that guy or because he’s making you smile and laugh.

“Well then, that’s- that’s good to know, mama… because, you know,” he clears his throat, “I wouldn’t want anyone to bother you, is all.” He lies. He looks back down at his paper to hide his growing smile. He shouldn’t be this happy about a student’s lack of a romantic interest.

You break into a fit of giggles at it all, shaking your head as you make your way around his desk, “oh, Professor O’Hara, you’re honestly too cute…” Miguel sees you coming in the corner of his eye, assuming you’re going in for a hug, but instead, you bend down to press a tender kiss on his sculpted cheekbone, pulling back with a soft mmmmmmmmmwah!, The small smack! Of your glossy lips making him look up at you with hooded eyes.

Miguel can feel his face warm up, a tingly sensation taking root at his cheek and spreading to the rest of his body. Miguel is in the clouds, looking up at you as if you were an angel that descended from the heavens (to him, you are). It took every bit of restraint to not pounce and absolutely smother you in sloppy kisses. Not yet.

You reveled in your successful advance, smiling down at him as you twirled one of his small curls at the back of his head. He looked absolutely adorable like this. The lipstick stain on his cheek makes you chuckle. It was a little funny; you had this man, twice your size who wore a scowl the majority of the time, absolutely hypnotized. You lean against his leather chair, your elbow resting on its shoulder. You speak sweetly, cocking your head to the side.

“So, I’ll see you tomorrow then, yeah?” He slowly nods, still in a daze with the lipstick stain on his cheek. You go to fix his glasses, pushing them back up to their respective spot on the bridge of his nose.

“Mkay, good. Have a nice evening then, Professor, and get some well-deserved sleep, kay? Thank you for helping me. You’re the best, as always.” You trail back to your bag and start to leave, practically skipping.

He can feel his dick twitch under the tight fabric of his pants with each praise and sway of your hips. It’s like you've put him in a trance. He's completely forgotten why he was mad or sad in the first place.

Of course, you wanted to kiss him on the lips, but you don’t wanna go too fast, either. You didn’t want to seem easy, but it was so damn difficult not to with those plump lips of his. Then your eyes went to other places, like his meaty thighs and the way his stomach spilled out of his khakis, his hard cock print just below his pudge leaving very little to imagination.

“Oh, and please,” Miguel shakes out of the fog, “It’s ‘Miguel’, mamita.” He smiles at you.

You smile back at him and wave goodbye, “See you later, Miguel.” His name in your mouth sounds like a siren song. You strut out of his office with the new knowledge of your professor’s infatuation with you. This whole time, you assumed he was just a really nice teacher. You didn’t think your feelings would actually be requited.

So that’s why he bought you all those clothes and gave you head messages!

And he definitely is fucking his hand in his office after that kiss! Isn't he just dreamy ?!?!?!?

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The next morning, after class, you helped Professor Miguel clean up by wiping the boards for him. He was at the desk, piles upon piles of ungraded and unread papers awaiting his review.

You watched him, hunched over his desk, brows knitted, and looking stressed out of his mind.

"Miguel," he immediately perks up at your sweet voice.

"You aren't gonna do all that by yourself, are you?" You get closer to his desk.

Miguel chuckles and sighs as he looks at the comically tall pile he has to work on, "Have been for 5 years, mama. Now, you're not gonna volunteer yourself, are you?" He playfully mocks you, but he isn't really joking.

"Of course I am! There's no need to do all this by yourself. You work yourself too hard, Miguel." you start sectioning off a thick bundle of papers, but Miguel waves his hand in refusal before placing it on yours, "No, mama, thank you, but I can manage on my own-" you lightly slap off his hand.

"I am not asking. I will help you. I want to." You divide the pile into two, then pull up a chair next to him.

"Mamita, porfa, va ja. It's getting late and this takes hours. no quiero que tu camine a ete hora." He persuades softly as he lays his beefy arm across the back of your chair, making circles on your shoulder with his thumb.

"Well then, we better get started." You say with a pen already in hand and your first research paper in front of you.

Miguel responds with a deep chuckle in his throat, starting on his own pile seeing that he doesn't have a choice. He softly smiles, stealing a glance at you from time to time. He's just happy to be with his favorite person. His girl.

A/N: Yippie! A kiss! It's on the cheek, but still, it’s a step forward!! Finally! I hope you all enjoyed it!!! n tysm for all the love on this series < 3 I didn't think I'd stretch this out as much as I am pero liiiiiike he's all I think abt ur honor!!!

Want more DadBod!Miguel? Here’s my master list, bae !!

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7ndipity · 10 months

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You flinch during a fight

Ot7 x Reader

Summary: How they would react to you flinching during a fight/argument.

Warnings: angst obviously, slight implications of past trauma, not proofread

A/N:(damn, y'all really like angst, huh? Lol) Thanks to the lovely anon who sent this request, I hope you like them!

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Seokjin: Jin forgets just how big he is sometimes and how intimidating that can be. Which is why, when he swung around suddenly to say something and saw you take a small step back, he was confused for a moment before it hit him, and he froze. The room had fallen silent, both of you unsure of what to do or how to proceed. "I didn't mean to-" "I know." You stopped him before he could finish. "Cause you know I would never-" "I know, baby, it was just a reflex." You told him, knowing he would beat himself up over this if you didn't stop him. "Can we just say you won the fight and move on? He asked, making you grin as you wrapped your arms around his middle. "Sure."

Yoongi: It was a tiny movement, so small it would've easily been missed, had he not been looking at you when he slammed his hand down on the table in frustration, causing you to wince. Instantly, he felt every ounce of anger drain away, replaced with hollow shame. "Are you okay?" He asked quietly after a long pause, not meeting your eye. You nodded. "You just startled me." He pinched the bridge of his nose, trying to calm his own nerves. "Can we not do this? I don't wanna fight, not like this." "Me neither." You agreed. You settled on just spending the evening together quietly, eventually talking through the original issue much more calmly.

Hobi: As loud as Hobi might be, he almost never raises his voice with you, which why it caught you so off guard and made you flinch. It was a purely instinctual response, but for Hobi, it made his heart absolutely shatter, eyes immediately glazing over with tears. He was supposed to be you safe place, your protector, how could he make you feel unsafe? As if you could read his mind, you were quick to try and reassure him. "Hobi, it's okay." "No, It's not, I shouldn't have spoken to you like that. I'm so sorry." You end up sitting together, comforting each other for a while.

Namjoon: He didn't even realize just how tightly wound you had both become during the argument until he slammed a cabinet door, making you jump. Glancing up to see you, clearly startled, his stubborn pride evaporated. "Lets not talk it about it anymore right now, we're not gonna solve anything while we're upset, okay?" He asked, keeping his tone soft in an attempt to soothe you. "Okay." You nodded. "Can I hug you?" He asked. Again, you nodded, letting him carefully tuck you into his chest. "I'm so sorry."

Jimin: He knows he can be intimidating when he's angry, but he never thought you would view him like that, until he saw you flinch back into the sofa cushions. His eyes got so big, before sinking down next to you on the couch. "Did... did I scare you?" He asked, barely able to speak above a whisper. "I don't know." You said, which he knew was your go-to response when you wanted to avoid the truth. Biting back a wave of emotion, he spoke, trying to keep his voice calm. "I'm sorry. I shouldn't have lost my temper." "It's okay." You said. It wasn't, not to him, but he didn't want to push you further right now. Right now, he just wanted to make you feel better.

Taehyung: When he whipped around to face you, only to see you instinctively shrink back, he froze, hands falling ground his sides. "Babe." He said, voice small, wobbly. "I wouldn't... you know I wouldn't, right?" "I know, it was just a reflex." You said even more quietly, fiddling with your fingers which he knew was a sign of how stressed you actually were. Not knowing what else to do, he pulled you into a tight hug. "Please know that you're always safe with me."

Jungkook: He knew you hated loud noises, but in the heat of the moment, he couldn't help the the raise in his voice. As soon as he saw the tears in your eyes though, he panicked. "I'm sorry!" He apologized profusely, rushing over to hold you, maybe a little faster than he should've, but he couldn't help it, he couldn't stand the thought that he'd made you so upset. "Please don't yell." You sniffled. "I won't, I swear, I won't. I'm so sorry baby." Clings to you for the rest of the evening.

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turtletaubwrites · 3 months

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Sleeping Beauty

This one shot is an extra scene from the poly fic series, We've All Got Needs (during the skipped month after Part 18), but it can be read on it's own!

Pairings: Sanji x Fem!Reader

Word Count: 2646

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Summary: Your boyfriend has yet another kink he'd like to explore with you. You tell Sanji that you trust him to take care of you, even while you're sleeping.

Rating/Warnings: Explicit Sexual Content, 18+ ONLY, MDNI, AFAB!Reader, She/Her Pronouns for Reader, Reader-Insert, Mildly Dubious Consent, (Only putting since it's somnophilia. Sanji and Reader discuss it beforehand and full consent is given), Drugs, (Reader is a botanist and makes a tea to help her sleep heaviliy), Swearing, Smut, Established Relationship, Panty Kink, Nipple Play, Cunnilingus, Vaginal Fingering, Penis in Vagina Sex, Condoms, Large Cock, Plot What Plot/Porn Without Plot, Praise Kink, Consensual Somnophilia, Angst, (Kinda. Sanji berates himself for all his pervy ways and struggles with that girthy cock of his), Fluff and Smut, Aftercare, Pet Names

A/N: Everything in this fic is done with full consent, and the characters discuss it within the fic. However, if any form of somnophilia or drugged sex may be triggering for you, then please do not read this one!

“What is it?”

Sanji’s eyes went wide, his hand on your thigh gripping your skin just a bit.

“What do you mean, dar–”

“Come on,” you teased, pushing against his chest. You tilted as much as you could in the kitchen booth, narrowing your eyes at your boyfriend.

He was practically squirming under your scrutiny, voice coming out high and rushed.

“Oh, well… There’s, um–”

“What is it, Sanji? What dirty thing do you want to do to me now?”

He dipped his head with a laugh before lifting your hands to press his lips against them.

“Fuck, sweetheart. You know me too well.”

He was always afraid he’d push you too far. There were so many things he wanted to do with you, to you.

And you kept letting him. You kept saying yes to the filthy things he craved. You were an angel. He wanted to give you everything in the world.

But the more you said yes to, the more he craved.

This is too much. She’ll be disgusted, horrified. She might not feel safe around me.

Sanji chewed on his lip as you waited. Your playful little smile made his heart swell in his chest.

It’s not worth it. I can’t scare her away.

He leaned forward, falling into your scent as he kissed your soft cheek.

“You know, sweetheart, it’s nothing. Really. Would you like something to drink?”

“Sanji,” you groaned as you grabbed his arm, keeping him from pulling away. You raised your brows as you saw the tension on his face.

“Oh, this one must be really bad,” you said with a laugh, stopping as he looked away. You kissed his hands now, voice soft.

“Honey, you can tell me. If it’s not something I’m okay with then I’ll tell you, and we won’t do it. I’m not going to kink shame you, Sanji. You trust me?”

Sanji melted at your sweet, almost teasing smile. He almost didn’t hear the rest of what you’d said after you called him ‘honey’ for the first time.

“I love you, angel.”

“I love you too, baby. Now tell me already!”

You poked his chest gently, and he took a few deep breaths.

“There is something I’d like to try with you. But only if you’re completely comfortable with it, darling.”

“Well, we have been adding to the list. What filthy act do you wish to perform on my body this time, Sanji?”

“I… I want to see how much pleasure I can bring you while you sleep. I want you to dream of me, then wake up moaning as I worship your perfect body.”

His jaw loosened for a moment, his eyes heated as they bore into yours. His words didn’t quite hit your brain as you took in his body’s reactions.

“You… You want to fuck me while I'm asleep?”

Sanji’s eyes rolled back, body slumping just a bit before he could meet your eyes again.

“Only if you feel comfortable. I never want to make you feel unsafe, or make you do something you don’t like. Not ever.”

He took a deep breath, hands a bit shaky as he continued.

“If you’re open to it, I would love to touch you, to make love to you while you sleep. I would love to make you twitch and moan while you’re so relaxed. Have you wake up to pleasure.”

“But, darling,” he said as he shook some of the heat from his eyes, “I don’t need to do this. It is perfectly alright if you say no. We never have to bring it up again.”

You bit your lip, and the tiny crease between your brows was so cute he wanted to kiss it. But he waited, trying to pause his brain until you spoke.

You quirked your lips as you thought. His eyes trained on them, breathless until those lips opened, your perfect voice stunning him again.

“I want to try it.”

Sanji fell upon you with kisses and praise, and you planned out the occasion and discussed boundaries.

By the time your next night together arrived, Sanji had been buzzing, barely able to hold a conversation with anyone the whole day as the thought of your sweet, helpless body filled his mind.

How can she be real? How can she let me do all of these things to her?

He could barely focus on dinner prep as you stood so cute at the edge of the counter, mixes of dried herbs and plants lined up in front of you.

“Are you making another tincture, mon coeur,” he asked, trying to keep his voice even and his body from pouncing on you.

“No, I’m just making myself some tea. To help me sleep.”

Sanji walked into the corner of the counter, wincing at the sting on his hip.

“That sounds… That sounds…”

You shook your head, letting out a few adorable little laughs while you cleaned up whatever plants you’d chosen. You steeped your tea, but decided to drink it out on deck so that Sanji could function.

Dinner was agonizingly long. Especially when he saw your eyes get a little droopy.

He’s never hated dishes more than right now.

“Let me walk you to your room, sweetheart. I’ll join you when I finish cleaning up.”

“I love you, honey,” you yawned, stretching on your bed as he tucked you in. “I’ll see you in my dreams.

He kissed your smile as he whispered words of love and praise.

The restraint it took to leave was unlike any he’d felt before.

She needs time to get into a deep sleep. My angel is waiting for me to take care of her, I can wait a little bit.

Dishes and prep for the morning meal were done. Now he sat on deck, taking long drags off his cigarette as he thought of everything he was about to do.

He was already painfully hard.

He tapped softly, opening your door to find you there.

Perfect.

The dim light kissed your skin, the blanket mostly shoved away.

Sanji let out a shaky breath as he moved closer, sitting on the edge of the bed.

Your pretty mouth was parted, face so relaxed. Your arms had stretched above your head, lifting up the shirt you’d worn. He bit his lip at the sight of your panties, the cute ones you knew he liked.

He held his breath as he lifted the blanket off of your legs.

“Fuck,” he breathed, nervous to move forward. But he leaned over you, brushing your hair out of your face while he pressed his lips to yours, so softly.

She’s so helpless. She trusts me this much. How can she be real?

His button up and undershirt hit the floor before he crawled onto the bed, moving as gingerly as he could.

I want to taste her coming on my tongue before she wakes up.

His goal pulsed through him, and he ignored the pressure of his own need as he started tracing his fingers over your skin.

Your shirt was easy to push up, and the sight of your breasts made him moan, rocking forward. Your nipples were already hardening before he teased over them with his thumbs.

His gentle touches on your neck, chest, stomach, and hips made his mouth hang open.

Fuck, her body is incredible.

“You’re so gorgeous, angel,” he risked a low whisper, hoping you could feel how much he wanted you in your dream.

His fingers circled back to your nipples, and you let out the softest, sweetest of moans.

He choked out a strained whimper as he fought his every instinct to make sure your next moan was louder.

Finally, he let his fingers trail down over those panties you’d worn for him.

Wetness had seeped through the thin fabric, his fingers sliding easily as he almost came right then, with no touch to himself.

He lifted and pulled at you so carefully, until he held those soaked panties in his hand.

I’ll just… I’ll just feel you on me while I taste you. My sweet girl.

His plan to keep from touching himself until you came fell apart at the feel of that flimsy fabric. He stripped now, the rest of his clothes on the floor as his thick cock pulsed, swollen as he looked down at your gorgeous body.

“My angel,” he breathed as he lifted your scent to his face, moaning as he tasted your need on those cute panties.

Sanji was almost shaking as he brought your panties down, fisting them over his cock. He had just wanted to leave it there, feeling your slick on him as he pleasured you.

But the touch of that fabric, drenched in you, had him coming into his hand. He shoved his other hand into his mouth to stifle the groans, trying not to stumble to the ground as he filled your pretty panties with so much of his hot come.

Sanji tried to relearn how to breathe, berating himself as he cleaned up.

“I’m so fucking selfish. You give me all of this, and I… I’m gonna make it up to you, sweetheart. I’ll take care of you, I promise.”

Sanji whispered his promise as he spread your legs gently, his eyes fluttering at the cute moan you let out as you stretched your arms.

“Look how wet you are,” he whispered in awe as he moved in close. His fingers slipped easily along your folds, his eyes rolling back when he brought his fingers up to taste you.

“Heaven,” he whimpered, sucking every drop from his fingers.

He looked up at your face, still so relaxed as he spread you open. The sight of your gorgeous pussy laid out for him brought a deep rumble through his chest.

“I’ll take good care of you, angel.”

Sanji took his time with his meal, since you weren’t awake to beg him for more. He licked, and kissed, and gently sucked at every delicious piece of you. Rutting into the mattress, he ate you like you were the best thing he’d ever tasted. Because you were.

He’d pause now and then at little movements and noises you made, your body clearly reacting to him.

This only sent him further, moaning while he shoved his tongue into you. He explored you, savoring your taste like he was licking something sweet out a bowl.

You moaned again, and he brought his tongue to your clit. He let out a satisfied hum at the tiny twitch you gave when he swirled his tongue ring around that sensitive bud.

Even after he licked you clean, you kept drenching his face, more sweet wetness for him to drink.

“My sweet, filthy angel,” he teased softly, slowly pressing one finger, then two into you.

“I can’t believe how wet you are, sweetheart. And you’re already clenching my fingers so hard…”

Curling his fingers up to find that spot, Sanji sucked on your clit the way you like.

Your breathing got heavy, and he couldn’t decide whether to keep pushing, or take it slow and light again.

“Please, come for me in your dreams, gorgeous. I know you can.”

Your moans got breathy, louder, and he became nothing except for the need to please you.

The sweet flesh in his mouth started to throb, and he groaned, drinking up your pleasure as your clit pulsed.

You milked his fingers, and he hung onto your hip with his free hand.

Your legs gave weak little shakes, sleepy moans leaving your lips as your face scrunched up.

Fuck, she looks so sweet, he thought as he kept his mouth where you needed it.

Sanji left trails of kisses along your thighs, making his way to your beautiful face.

“Angel, how are you feeling?”

You let out a soft sigh, but didn’t respond.

Sanji’s eyes rolled back when he realized you were still asleep.

“You're so relaxed, angel,” he breathed, tracing his fingers down your flushed cheek.

“Soo relaxed… I bet you could take me even better like this, huh, sweetheart?”

He didn’t think you’d be able to sleep through an orgasm. That was his goal, and then he’d make love to you, press into you as your relaxed body opened for him.

But this. This.

There was no way you could sleep through it.

But maybe I can sink into her without the struggle.

Sanji knew his girthy cock was often painful, and that drove him mad sometimes. The need to shove himself into you, versus the need to never hurt you…

And you have been perfect for him. You take him so well. You told him he could make love to you like this. You’d even begged him a couple times to just force himself into you, but he couldn’t.

He didn’t mind the work. He loved making you feel good.

Between your legs again, Sanji stretched you out, three fingers moving slowly inside of you.

“My sleeping angel, so sweet for me. Just keep breathing, baby.”

Sanji fisted a condom and lube over his swollen dick, almost shaking as he stared at you. There was that cute crease between your brows again, but you were still his sleeping beauty.

Rubbing the tip of his cock around your clit made you moan again, and he forgot to breathe. He held one of your legs up, pressing your knee toward you while lining himself up with the other hand.

“Fuck. Thank you, sweetheart. Thank you for trusting me. I’m going to take care of you forever, angel.”

He pressed his thick tip just barely into you, the heat of your body already sending pleasure through him.

He pushed in a little more. You moaned softly, but still looked so sweet.

“So relaxed for me. Such a good girl. Fuck. I know you can take me, sweetheart.”

Sanji thrusted into you completely, and the sensation of your wet cunt sucking him in all at once had him moaning your name.

You moaned along with him, your eyes fluttering open.

“Good girl, so fucking good for me,” he praised as he found a steady rhythm.

“Sanji,” you whined, arching your back, “Feels so… Oh gods, you feel so good.”

“You too, my love,” Sanji breathed against your ear, leaning down to kiss your neck.

Pulsing pleasure already moved through you, your body loose, but the pressure in your core was taut.

You felt so full, Sanji’s cock leaving no part of you untouched.

“San– I’m close…”

“Come for me, princess. Let me feel my sleeping beauty milk my cock.”

He was fighting his own release, so close now as he gave you permission. He needed to feel you.

“F-Fuck. You feel so good, coming on my cock. Keep going, angel, just–”

The sight of you unraveling, twitching, drooling beneath him sent shockwaves through him, and he fucked you through your orgasm as he came so fucking hard into you.

The room filled with ragged breaths, and beads of dripping sweat, and your groan of pain and pleasure as he pulled himself out of you.

Sanji fussed over you, cleaning you both, then pulling you into his lap.

He traced his fingers through your hair, worry on his face.

“What’s wrong,” you asked, a yawn making you stretch in his arms.

“Are you okay, angel? How are you feeling? Are you in any pain?”

You couldn’t control the huge yawn that came then, but when it passed you pressed your hands against his cheeks.

“Sanji, I feel fucking amazing. I’m okay. I love you. Can we go to sleep now?”

His mouth hung open, until his eyes filled with all that gratitude and love that almost feels overwhelming.

“I love you so much, angel,” he said with a kiss, before lying down to wrap his arms around you, holding you close.

“My sleeping beauty.”

Likes and reblogs bring me much ✨dopamine✨ thank you so much!

a/n: Sanji and his big dick problems in this series will never not be funny to me. Poor guy won't hurt a lady 😅

#sanji smut #sanji x reader #one piece smut #reader Insert #fem!reader #smut #mine #opla smut #sanji fanfiction #sanji fanfic #x reader #turtletaub fics #cw somnophilia #cw dubcon #cw drug use #one piece x reader #consensual somno

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thisismeracing · 10 months

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argument/fight hcs with mick bc we all know hes a stubborn babe pls 🫶💞

fighting with Mick headcanon | MS47

Warnings: mentions of yelling/fighting; literally just one mention of the word sex and that's it; not proofread;

I agree on Mick being stubborn, though I would add his pride is big but never bigger than his desire to have you around, so you best believe he will apologize when he's wrong, and will try to mend things;

I think that fighting with Mick would be hard because he strikes me as someone that won't budge that easily. Like, let's say he forgot something you've been asking for him to do since forever, and you just had enough of it, so now you're angry, and you raising your voice a bit because Mick just arches his brows and watches you without saying a thing. He probably knows he fucked up by failing to remember what you asked. However, he doesn't like being reminded about his mistakes with a pointing finger;

That itself (the fact that he can keep his cool longer than it seems humanly possible) makes you even angrier because sometimes you just want someone to fight back in order to solve the conflict;

Most of your fights would happen because of things both of you forgot to do, but sometimes you two feel insecure/jealous about something, and depending on the time it can escalate to a fight. Like full-on yelling and crying, and you closing the door on him or him leaving the house for a walk/drive;

Though these fights are rare, you never ever go to bed angry. It's something both of you promised after some time into the relationship. So when Mick gets back or you unlock the door you're all over each other, both admitting their mistakes and wrongdoings and going to bed cuddled;

Sometimes it's just a silent agreement on talking about the subject the next day. A kiss with salty tears taste, a warm hug, then lying in bed and falling asleep;

I don't think Mick's the yelling type, but he does yell sometimes when the argument gets hectic, and you're both screaming;

Those screams however are not on your face or projected in a way to make you feel unsafe; most of the time it's him screaming from the other room or from the other side of the room; Mick never made you feel threatened or afraid during an argument;

But as pointed out, it's usually hard to get him to react the same way and proportion. He's stubborn, and he sometimes will act as if he's right (because he thinks so), which is frustrating and infuriating;

Though soft kisses and hugs are nice after all the pent-up energy is gone, angry sex is something both of you love;

It doesn't matter if you're back talking after some hours or a day depending on how big it was the argument, you always sit down and talk everything through so it won't happen again, and you both know what made the other stressed, and how you can handle it better next time;

Mick is a lover after all, and he wants nothing but to make sure you know he loves you.

Taglist: @sachaa-ff @ferrariloverr @kenanlotus0 @mellowpizzapuppy @mickslover @dalsuwaha @formulakay3 @mishaandthebrits @iloveyou3000morgan @crimeshowjunkie @fdl305 @carojasmin2204 @chaoticevilbakugo @wondergirl101ks @smiithys

#mick schumacher #millies inbox #anon #ms47 #op: headcanons #mick schumacher imagine #mick schumacher fluff #f1 imagines #millie writes #requests #f1 headcanons #mick schumacher x reader

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elilelibeli · 1 month

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When Remus and Sirius decided to adopt a kid, Sirius was excited. He imagined taking walks with his Remus and their kid, imagined baking with them, reading, playing music. It was a beautiful thought and dad Remus looked very good in it. But when he realized he would have to be left alone with a child, would have to deal with serious conversations, nights alone with the kid, making decisions he freaked out a little. Okay he freaked out a lot, but he didn’t tell Remus because he was really excited and didn’t want to give his husband doubts. So he tried to ignore the feeling. But it became a bit impossible while Regulus pointed out a ridiculous baby leather jacket while shopping for Luna.

Sirius wasn’t about to have a mental breakdown between the baby clothes and women’s underwear section in the shops, so he ran outside the store to get some much needed air.

“A bit dramatic for a leather jacket isn’t it? I know it’s not vintage and cool enough for your standards but it’s for a baby Sirius.” Regulus tried to joke as he was looking at his panting brother, worried.

Ignoring his brother’s poor attempt of a joke, Sirius sat down on the curb of a parking lot pavement. Quiet curse words left his lips as he tried to even out his breathing.

“Sirius what’s going on?” Regulus’s worry grew as he set next to his older brother.

“I will fuck up this child, this kid will trust me and I will break their heart, I can’t do that to our kid Reggie.” murmured Sirius with his head down.

“Whoa what are you talking about? Where is this coming from?”

“Well Regulus it’s coming from the fact that we come from the most fucked up family of all Europe.“ Sirius’s tone changed from devastated to annoyed. “Ah it was so stupid of me to think this was a good idea. People I am meant to take a parenting example from are, well I should not take example of anything from them. And I had this thought of my child coming to me crying and what if I just wouldn’t know how to comfort my own kid, what if It’s not natural for me? You know what I did the first time Effie hugged me Reggie? I cried in my room afterwards because that was the first time I had ever felt safe in the hands of an adult. My hands are same hands of my mother, what if my child can’t hug me because they feel unsafe with me?” Sirius was not breathing between sentences, staring at his brother with eyes filled with pain and fear.

“Stop it! Your hands are not mother’s hands. Your hands are hands that hugged me after I fell from the tree. Your hands were the ones soothing me as a kid, they were the ones giving me sweets, holding me and pulling me to dance and run. Hands that I felt brave and good in. Your hands made the best high chair in the world for my Harry the other day. These are not the hands your child will be uncomfortable being in Sirius”

“How did you.. how were you not freaked out by this? You grew up with them. You know what they are capable of, how could you be sure that you would do it when you didn’t even know what it really meant to be?” asked Sirius while staring at his brother, searching for answers with his eyes.

“Well I knew what it was supposed to look like. Yes maman et papa had nothing to do with that but I always had you. did I freak out at first? of course! And then James told me something that made it all look possible, he said that the main thing was to have love, do everything with love, make every step or decision with love and for the sake of love for the kid and it would be okay. “Yes we are going to make mistakes and wrong decisions, love, but if we treat our child with love and respect those mistakes will not be the end of the world” he said. And I realized he was correct. You practically raised me Sirius and you were a child yourself. I knew love and respect from you, I saw care and safety and while I will never know that from my parents I knew I had it in me cause you had it in you even back then. You had it and you taught me. “ Regulus answered, his voice full of sincerity.

Sirius’s eyes were glistening from tears. He opened his mouth to say something, but instead he hugged his brother tightly. “Your James voice is terrible, Reggie” he said smiling in his brothers shoulder.

“Wanker.” replied Reggie lightly hitting Sirius’s head. “Talk to Remus Sirius, trust me it will make you feel better”

“Oh daddy Remus will be so hot” Sirius wiggled his eyebrows while sniffing.

“Gross, Sirius, gross” replied Reggie, standing up from the pavement and picking up a bag with a baby leather jacket for his stupid brother’s future kid in it.

#black brothers #marauders as dads is so special to me #sirius and regulus #wolfstar dads #wolfstar #jegulus #poor attempt of writing #also idk how to use punctuation i am sorry

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knchins · 1 year

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Wrapped - Wakasa I. & Shinichiro S.

Summary: Wakasa decides to give his best friend the thing he wants most for Christmas: a threesome with you.

Pairing: Wakasa x Reader x Shinichiro; Wakasa x Shinichiro

Reader Type: AFAB - they/them

Rating: E+

Word Count: 3k

Warnings: MAJOR MANGA SPOILERS for the final chapter, Cuckolding (sorta), Shin is a virgin, Waka is openly bisexual, some not-so-unrequited love, light shibari/bondage, this gets very gay very fast, anxiety mention, oral sex (M receiving), nipple play, vaginal sex, anal fingering, anal sex, condom usage, overstimulation, slight orgasm delay/denial, unsafe sex, cream pie, some light degradation, praise, aftercare

Notes: This was written for @dark-mnjiro for @mekiza 's kinkmas collab event! I was so excited to get Lee's name and I immediately knew what I wanted to write for them! I hope you enjoy it, wifey! <3

“Isn’t this all you’ve ever wanted?” Waka’s words floated through Shinichiro’s hazy memory. At the time he hadn’t known how to respond. He stood with his mouth agape, wondering if his best friend was being serious or if he was just being cruel. Would you do it? Would you really let him finally lose his virginity to the pussy he’d dreamt about for years now?

Even after the timeline had been fixed, even after Takemichi managed to save everyone, Shin wondered if it were possible for the two of you could finally work things out. You seemed to always end up with Wakasa no matter what he did, no matter how hard he fought for you. Even now the two of you were inseparable so again was Wakasa being serious in his proposal?

He was a clumsy, awkward twenty-year-old again. He’d crashed and burned many times in trying to pick up people, including yourself. He just didn’t have the charisma that his best friend had. He didn’t exude coolness or power or money. By all accounts, he was perfectly normal, especially now that he was no longer a time leaper.

Currently, he was on the way to Wakasa’s place where you would hopefully be waiting for him. He wondered why his friend had suddenly decided to share. What was in it for him? Did he secretly like being cucked? Shin had never known Imaushi to be into that sort of thing, but he supposed there was a first time for everything.

He pulled up to the apartment complex and parked his bike before going to the door. The smell of rain hung heavily in the air as thunder rumbled somewhere in the distance. He paused, listening to it before opening the door and walking inside. Waka didn’t care if he knocked or not, Shin knew he was always welcome.

“Shin? We’re back here!” Wakasa called from the bedroom. He could tell his friend was excited by his tone of voice. While Waka typically kept a calm and cool demeanor, there were times when he’d let his feelings slip. Times like this when he was practically bouncing as he waited or Shin to see you.

It had been Wakasa’s idea, but you had instantly gone along with it. He had wrapped your body with a wide satin ribbon so that it intricately covered your intimate areas. He used his knowledge of shibari to do it, and it made you look even more beautiful than usual. He ended the tie with a big bow on your chest.

You were the perfect Christmas present for him, Wakasa had decided. But this was a two-part gift. Shin wasn’t the only one that would get to fulfill a fantasy tonight.

The man in question stood in the doorway, his eyes practically bulging out of his skull as he took in your mostly nude form. He licked his dry lips, trying to think of what to say. So this wasn’t some big joke, he thought to himself. He swallowed hard, cock twitching in his pants as you blinked slowly, dainty lashes fluttering at him.

“Don’t cum in your pants, dude,” Waka said, clearly joking as a tossed a condom to Shin. “Do you need me to show you how to use it?” He asked and Shin raised his middle finger to him in protest.

Shinichiro shot him a look, “I know how to put on a condom.” He said flatly, watching as Wakasa pulled out a second one. “What do you need that for?”

Wakasa gave him a curious look, “I thought I was clear on the phone.” He replied lazily, eyes staying in their half-lidded state.

“You asked me if I wanted to finally get fucked.” Shin replied, confusion evident on his face. “Then you said you two decided to….” Realization washed over his features, “you want to have sex with me too?”

“Think you can handle it?” Wakasa asked, quirking an eyebrow at him. “I’ve seen the way you look at the two of us, but one thing we can never decide on is who you’re most jealous of.”

You let out a small giggle at the surprise on his face. “So you want to settle the score here and now?” He asked, having never considered that Wakasa had unearthed his deepest fantasy. The thing he dreamt of only when he had had too much to drink. Of course, he had no real understanding of what these thoughts meant. He tucked them away as quickly as they came and tried not to drift back to them.

It wasn’t that Shinichiro had any issues with people being gay, he just didn’t think he was. Those were just some silly inebriated thoughts, right? They didn’t really mean anything. He was attracted to women. Homosexuality was natural, he knew that, but he didn’t think it was natural for him.

What he never considered (mainly thanks to the media's erasure of their existence) was that it was entirely possible to be attracted to both. Shinichiro was, without a doubt, the most closeted bisexual in all of Japan.

Wakasa Imaushi, on the other hand, was fully upfront with himself on who he was attracted to. You knew this about him from the start and while he had expected you to turn your nose up or feign away from him after he opened up about himself, you accepted him with open arms. That was the night he knew he had fallen in love with you.

Shinichiro's eyes moved from you to Wakasa and back to you, still wrapped up pretty like the perfect present under the tree. "How do you want me?" He asked with a small defeated sigh. It wasn't that he didn't want this to happen, he was feeling defeated by his own self-doubt.

What if his best friend in the entire world didn't have enough room in his heart for both of you? Wakasa was well versed in sex, what if he didn't like sex with him? What if he was so bad at it that you and him never wanted to talk to Shin again?

His worry showed on his face as plain as day. A soft smile played upon your lips as you got up from the bed and placed your hands on his shoulders, "relax, Shin." You cooed as you began to take off his clothes, the ribbon wrapped around your torso was slightly restricting but not enough that you couldn't strip him down.

Shin stood there, a little awkwardly as you pulled down his boxers while getting down on your knees before him. Your eyes flickered up connecting with his as you took his already-hardened cock into your mouth.

Shinichiro groaned as you bobbed your head, sucking just the right amount as one hand held onto his thigh and then played with his heavy balls. He couldn't take his eyes off you, a feeling of disbelief washing over him once more as you pulled away to lick at his shaft and tip as to tease him.

"Now, lay down on the bed," Wakasa said as you sat back on the balls of your feet. "On your back." He further instructed as he began to take off his own clothes.

Shin laid back on the bed as he was told before fumbling with the condom Wakasa had given him earlier. You took it from him with steady hands and opened it before rolling it onto his stiff cock. "Ready to unwrap your gift?" You teased as he nodded his head like an eager child about to get his favorite treat.

You tugged at the ends of the ribbon, untying it slowly until it was a heap on the ground and your naked form was bare to both men. Even though Wakasa had seen you naked plenty of times, he was still breathtaken with how beautiful you were every time.

He smacked your ass playfully, "show him a good time, baby." He said as you let out an excited giggle. Despite your love for Imaushi, you had always had a soft spot for Shinichiro as well. Always wondered what his virgin cock would feel like and how fun it may be to teach him how to properly fuck someone. Though it seemed like Wakasa was the one that wanted to play teacher tonight.

You moved onto the bed before straddling Shin. You reached down to hold the base of his cock to hold him steady as you guided yourself down, letting him slowly penetrate your slick folds and then wet pussy.

Shin tried to stay still as his eyes stayed glued to your chest. It wasn't that he'd never seen tits before, but these were yours. Something special, something to be coveted. He reached up and grabbed them, one in each hand as he squeezed, nearly cumming already when your walls squeezed around him in response.

You felt a kiss on your shoulder as Waka stood behind you with a bottle of lube in hand. He coated his fingers, noticing that Shin was too lost in the new sensation of you being wrapped around him to notice what he was doing.

As you started to move on top of him, Wakasa nudged his legs apart. Shinichiro wasn't sure what he was up to until he felt the sticky fingers against the cheeks of his ass. A red hot blush formed on his entire face, once that you didn't notice as you were too busy concentrating on his fingers teasing your nipples and the head of his penis that kept kissing the sweet spot in the back of your cunt.

"Waka-" He started, sounding unsure until he felt one of his commander's fingers slip into his tight asshole. The new sensation had him bucking his hips up into you in a way that made you cry out with surprise.

You placed your hands on his chest for added balance, panting slightly as he settled back down once he got used to the feeling of Waka's index finger inside of him. That's when you noticed how flushed he was, which prompted you to lean down and kiss him gently.

"Do you want to stop?" You asked him, not a shred of judgment or disappointment in your tone. Your eyes with pupils blown wide with lust and adoration had him shaking his head no. As new as this all was, he didn't want it to stop.

"You sure? I can just fuck their asshole instead." Waka replied and you shot him a look that told him he needed to be more gentle. He shrugged halfheartedly before wiggling his finger until he found Shin's prostate, pressing against it. Shin gasped out and bucked again, needing to feel more.

As soon as he felt Shin's ring of muscle relax more against his finger, he added a second. He noticed Shin hesitating before moving his hips more, enjoying the dual sensation of being inside of someone with something inside of him.

Wakasa matched the rhythm of his hips to help maximize his pleasure while you stayed still on top of him, letting him go at his own pace as you licked playfully at his pert nipples.

Shinichiro moaned a sound that seemed to intensify the atmosphere of the room. The air was now heavy with the smell of sex as the sounds of skin against skin began to reverberate off the walls.

Waka kept his wrist locked in place as he started to slowly scissor his fingers until he knew Shin was used to the sensation. Then he added a third and while the other man let out a small groan of protest, it quickly turned into a needy whine as you nipped at his chest.

"F-Fuck," Shin gasped, trying to concentrate on pleasuring you but truly failing at being able to focus with Waka being knuckle deep inside of him.

"Are you ready?" You asked, keen eyes flicking to look at his face as you noticed his pace was slowing down considerably and becoming slightly erratic. "You can't cum yet, Shin, you have to wait for Imaushi."

He looked almost annoyed with you, though it was more because this was vastly different than anything he had ever imagined. There was nothing more he wanted in the world right now than to cum, but it would seem that you were more in control than he thought.

"Yeah, he's ready," Waka said as he pulled his fingers out and wiped them off on the bedspread before rolling on the condom. You shot him a look over your shoulder at the action which just made him smirk in response. "I'll wash it later, calm down. Now kiss your new plaything before his face gets stuck in that pout."

Shin rolled his eyes but didn't stop you from kissing him. He allowed Waka to guide his ankles so that they were situated over his tattooed shoulders. Waka pumped himself a few times before pressing his tip against Shin's asshole and slowly pushing in while you keep your lips locked with his.

You bit at his lower lip, trying to take his mind off of any discomfort he was bound to feel from anal for the first time. The slow stretch burned but he hardly felt it as he throbbed inside of you in a silent beg for stimulation. You squeezed down around him, an effort that caused him to shudder.

Before he even knew it, Waka was fully sheathed inside of him, making Shin feel incredibly full almost awkwardly so. “Fuck it’s tight,” Waka hissed as Shin clamped down on him tightly, “Keeps suckin’ in me.”

Shin threw an arm over his eyes to try and hide the embarrassed look on his face. He couldn’t mask the small whimper that came out when Waka began to rut into him slowly. You took this opportunity to begin to move your hips again, letting him feel the dual stimulation once more.

You pried his arm away from his face, “Let me see that handsome face,” You said seductively. He repositioned his hands on your thighs, squeezing them as he tried to thrust, only to find himself unable to in the position he was currently in. “We’ll take care of you, Shin, you don’t need to move.”

A frustrated look crossed his face before his eyes rolled back as Waka adjusted the angle of his hips, his thrusts becoming harder and more deliberate as you matched pace with him the best you could. Shin felt so big inside of you, so impossibly hard as he whimpered again a silent plea. His mind buzzed with overstimulation already and he found himself edging along the line of orgasm.

Waka was lost in his own thoughts, making sure to not be too rough (less he wanted you to be upset with him later) but also going hard and fast enough to suit his own needs. He could feel every twitch every time his head brushed against his prostrate or every time you sunk down completely onto his cock. Of course, he had done threesomes before but they had never been quite like this.

Meanwhile, you were throwing your head back as you rode him as fast as you could. Your hips move at the perfect place to stimulate your clit and g-spot at the same time. His name passed your lips more times than you could count, a sound that sent him over the edge so that he was accidentally cumming into the condom before you had a chance to. “S-Sorry,” He gasped out, still unable to catch a break as Waka rammed into him so that he was cumming again but in an entirely new and different way.

He was feeling too much ecstasy to feel guilty for not getting you off. His vision was hazy as he looked at your soft smile and light giggle as you lifted off of him enough so he’d slip out of you. “Imaushi,” You said in a sing-song voice, “Finish with me?”

Waka chuckled as he pulled out of Shin’s still-spasming hole. He quickly took off the condom before shoving his cock into your now gaping pussy. Shin was helpless as he watched Wakasa fuck you at a pace that he had only seen in hardcore porn before.

He grabbed one of your wrists and pulled it behind your back as he thrust as roughly as he possibly could, abusing your poor cunt. You keened as he tugged on your arm to force you back against him, his balls smacking into your clit repeatedly so that you were quaking on top of Shinichiro.

Shin’s eyes were like saucers as he watched your form bounce and shake above him. “Play with their tits,” Wakasa ordered and he happily obliged, taking his hands and petting them on your chest to squeeze and fondle your breasts. The loudest moan yet erupted from you as you finally came, unable to squirm too much as Waka still had a vice grip on the arm pinned behind your back.

“That’s a good whore,” Waka spat, momently later he was painting your walls white with his seed, making sure to fuck it in as deeply as he could. “You both took me so well.” He said as he released you, letting you fall on top of Shin unceremoniously. He kissed the top of your head as Waka grabbed a towel to clean up the two of you.

He tended to Shin first, throwing away his condom and wiping him down. Shin twitched, still sensitive from before and whimpering as you clung to him. Waka had a small smile of contentment on his face as he then wiped you clean, though you were actively dripping a mixture of his and your cum onto poor Shin.

Shin didn’t mind, he could hardly even feel it as he wrapped his arms around your waist and rubbed your back as you started to fall asleep. The same doubts from earlier started to well up in him, self-doubt eating him alive as he wondered if you’d never want to do this again because he didn’t make you cum.

Sensing his troubles, you gave his bare chest a few feather-light kisses, “next time, I’ll teach you how to make me cum.” You said and you felt his cock twitching beneath you at the thought. The feeling of it made you laugh lightly, ”or maybe I’ll teach you now.”

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bygiornogiovanna · 2 years

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Them reacting to their s/o pranking them

@needy-self-ship-jjba

What if you, their s/o, loved praking people? So, of course, your daily target was no-other than your boyfriend! Most of the times, they were silly things like putting too much salt or drawing things on his face. But, this time you decided to test how far was he willing to go for you with one of your silly little pranks.

Featuring: Jotaro (part 3), Kakyoin and Josuke

GN reader.

A/N: Omg, yes. I love this idea, thanks for requesting and I hope you'll like it! Also here is to the dumbest person alive who accidentally posted half of the headcanon before it was done 😭

Jotaro Kujo

Jotaro, a girl said she wants to beat me up and that she will bring her boyfriend too.

Jotaro loved you very much, even if he wasn't someone who could show his feelings. He saw you as the best thing in this world, in his world and would do anything to make you happy or to make sure you were safe;

So, when he heard those words come from your beautiful lips and the scared looked you had plastered over your usually happy face, he immediately went into his protective mode;

"Who?" was the only word that left his throat. His voice remained calm but you could see the glint of fury in his eyes. Maybe it wasn't a good idea...Pfft, who were you kidding, you loved to see Jotaro get protective over you;

"One of the girls that follow you every day, I don't know her name! She told me yesterday and I'm kind of scared..." you said, continuing your act of scaredy-cat;

"Describe her." Perfect! You started to describe a girl that didn't exist, well, at least in the group that follows Jotaro around every day;

"Are you lying to me? You just described a person that doesn't exist." the black-haired boy suddenly asked, raising a brow. You knew he was observant, but you didn't think he would pay too much attention to them! You panicked and bit your lip, putting up an innocent act;

"Mmm, I wouldn't exactly call it lying. Take it as a test?" you answered raising your shoulders and he groaned annoyed. That was your way to name pranks;

"You seriously pranked me over this? You are truly the stupidest human I have ever met. What if I believed you and went and beat the shit out of someone innocent?" he lectured you and you giggled;

"That sounds like a them problem. Oh, come on, don't be maaad." you whined and pout made its way onto your face, crashing into his arms;

"Good grief, I have no clue why I'm still with you, I should throw you into a trash bin."

Noriaki Kakyoin

Nori, (girl name) said she was going to beat me up! And bring her boyfriend too!

You and your boyfriend were heading to school and a thought popped up in your head. What if you pulled (another) prank on him, but also a test? It would be fun to see what he was going to do if he heard you could be in danger!

So, while you two were walking, you softly pulled down on his uniform's sleeve, directing his attention to you. You announced your 'problem', putting on a scared face to make it believable;

Kakyoin paused in the middle of the road when he heard your words and turned his head to you, raising a brow;

At first, he didn't know how to react. What did you want him to do? He was never the one to get into fights, always being the quite type. But, for you and your safety, he would do anything to protect you. You were his world;

You blinked at him, perplexed by his reaction. He seemed...confused? Why was he confused?! You just told him that you were threatened and he was confused?

"Hm...That's not a usual reaction but, since you feel unsafe, I will spend more time with you. If they try to attack us, I'll counter with Hierophant Green. Did something happen between you two?" he asked and took your hand in his. His way of comforting you;

You let a small smile cover your features and he seemed even more confused. Why were you smiling? Weren't you afraid only two seconds ago? Or was this...

"Is this one of your silly pranks?" he sighed, a little annoyed by your choice to prank him on a subject like this. To your luck, he wasn't someone violent;

"Oh, maybeeee. Doesn't matter anymore, you know I love youuu." you giggled and wrapped your arms around his. Another sigh escaped past his lips and he shook his head;

"You're lucky I love you."

Josuke Higashikata

Josukeeee, one of the girls in our English class told me she was going to beat me up! And bring her boyfriend too!

You said and didn't get any reaction. Was he ignoring you? Was he really that mad over your last prank?

"Josuke! This is serious!" you whined at your boyfriend and he rolled his eyes, playing his video game. "Okuyasu, bring me a glass of water!" he yelled at the boy who just went to the kitchen;

"Fuck off, you have legs!" his friend yelled back at him and you sighed. You started shaking Josuke, punching him in the back, much like his mom did when she was upset with him playing too much;

"This is serioussss, I'm scared! What if they will beat me up?" you cried out and he rolled his eyes. You weren't surprised if he didn't believe you, you pranked him like that twice and he ended up in detention each time for beating random, innocent people up.

"Shut up, I'm not falling for this again! If somebody actually beats you up, I'll take care of them, but unless that happens, leave me alone!" Josuke said and rolled his eyes, pushing you off him. You giggled and threw yourself on him, giving him a peck;

"Are you really that mad at the fact that I stole and painted your favorite hoodie with 'Y/N's bitch'?" you giggled and he groaned annoyed, but didn't push you off him;

"Y'know, I really hate you and your stupid pranks sometimes"

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kyracanwrite · 2 years

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“I would’ve never done this to you!” Part 1. <33

Rebloging always helps! ^^

Part Two here

Ex-Best friend! Mina x F! Reader

Cheater! Bakugou x F! Reader

WARNINGS!; Cheating/Adultery, sex, angst, crying, betrayal, cussing.

Summary; You and your boyfriend, Katsuki Bakugou, have been distant. You wonder why. But once you try to figure out what was wrong, it was too late.

𝑁𝑂𝑊 𝑃𝐿𝐴𝑌𝐼𝑁𝐺－－－－－－－－|| 𝙳𝚎𝚜𝚒𝚛𝚎

𝚄𝚙 𝚗𝚎𝚡𝚝--

𝙱𝚕𝚊𝚌𝚔 𝚘𝚞𝚝 𝚍𝚊𝚢𝚜

♡︎♡︎♡︎♡︎♡︎♡︎♡︎♡︎♡︎♡︎♡︎♡︎♡︎♡︎♡︎♡︎♡︎♡︎♡︎♡︎♡︎♡︎♡︎♡︎♡︎♡︎♡︎♡︎♡︎♡︎♡︎♡︎♡︎♡︎♡︎♡︎♡︎

Bakugou had been distancing himself from you. Why? You wouldn’t know. He had no reason to be mad at you. You hadn’t pissed him off had you?

No, that’s not it.

You bit your fingernails, a habit you had collected from when you were a child.

You were about to close your store for the night. You worked night shifts at an old convenient store with rumors to be haunted. You really only took the job for money and because nobody else would take it. They raised your pay when you had a scary experience at the small store.

You were low on money and living in a janky apartment. You took hospitality in Katsukis house most of the time. Plus your landlord was very creepy, trying to get you to pay your rent in other ways that don’t involve money. (yuck) But you rejected every time, being faithful to your boyfriend.

Collecting your thoughts, you made the decision to just go to his house.

Closing the store, you quickly walked to your car, feeling unsafe in the dark neighborhood. You bet if Katsuki was here you’d feel safe. He always made you feel safe. He was like the one escape you had from the hell you call your life.

The lights were lit only by a few street lights, with some of them flickering. It was like the light that shines into your room under the crack.

Getting into your car, you locked the doors and quickly zoom off. While driving you got nervous.

‘What if he gets mad at me for showing up randomly?’

You frowned deeply and shut out all those thoughts.

It wasn’t long until you reached the blonde boy’s house. Leaving your car, you pulled out spare keys to Katsuki’s house that he gave you. You pondered for a moment on whether you should knock or just go in. You decided to just go in, and announce your arrival.

Unlocking you door, you pushed it open and went inside. You shut the door behind you with a small ‘click.’

You were getting ready to shout to your boyfriend about you being here, when you heard a familiar voice making you stop in your tracks.

“Ah~ Right there, Katsuki! Yes! Keep going!”

Followed by

“F-Fuck.” In a male’s voice.

Your eyes widened and you covered your mouth with your now shaking hand. Tears filled your e/c orbs and you desperately tried to keep them at bay, like a glass of water that gets too full.

Choking back a sob, you slowly walked towards the stairs. You walked up them as fast as you could without making any noises. Not that they would hear you over their moans anyways.

You reached Katsuki’s room door, and shakily placed your hand over the knob. You took a deep breath and gained the courage to twist the knob. You pushed the door open a little bit, so you could see inside.

And as you expected, there he was. Your boyfriend, Katsuki Bakugou, was fucking your best friend, Mina Ashido.

Anger bubbled up inside of you, and you slammed the door open with much aggression.

The clapping and creaking stopped. With tears flowing down your cheeks you whimpered a small

“Why..?”

Mina and Katsuki shamefully covered their naked bodies with blankets.

“I-I’m so sorry, Y/n I-“ Mina started.

“No.”

“W-What?”

“My name is L/n to you. NOT Y/n. “ You frowned. “And you still haven’t answered my question. Why?!” Tears flowed down your rosy cheeks. “Was I not good enough!? Did you loose feelings!? Did you gain feelings for her?!” You pointed at Mi- Ashido while staring right at him.

“I just-“ You cut him off.

“I Would’ve NEVER done this to you!” you sobbed, “To either of you!”

The realization sunk in for them and they realized what they did.

“Fuck you.” You whispered, tears quietly rolling down your face. “Fuck both of you!”

“Baby-“

“Don’t Fucking call me that!” You yelled, making them both flinch.

“Don’t ever talk to me again. I hate you.” You cried. “I hate both of you!” And with that, you ran out of the house.

You drove to your home, never wanting to see Bakugou or Ashido again.

But then again what we’re you expecting?

Because in the end,

Everyone goes away.

Even the ones who promised to stay.

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marauderundercover · 1 year

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Hanging By a Thread (4)

Bruce Wayne stares down at his phone, almost expecting it to rear back and bite him. It shouldn’t be this hard. And it wasn’t hard. He just had to call the mother of his son, that’s all. Ask when she was planning on coming to Gotham. And then ask her if they had a second child together. That was fine. Everything was fine. He had it perfectly under control.

“You’ve gotta actually hit the call button, old man.” Jason calls from the other side of the cave. Bruce glances at him and frowns. Jason was right, of course. This phone call had to happen. But he also couldn’t help the thoughts that’d been circling around ever since he’d decided to talk to Talia. There were a million questions running through his head, and he could feel the start of a headache. If Marinette was their daughter, why didn’t Talia tell him? Why didn’t she keep her? Why didn’t she bring her with Damian? Why doesn’t Damian know his sister? Why keep her a secret so many years after telling him about Damian? But instead of asking any of the questions that would certainly haunt him until he had answers, he simply says:

“Fine.” And walks to a secluded area of the cave, quickly hitting the call button before he can change his mind.

“Beloved. This is unexpected. Is our son okay?” Talia asks, answering the call almost immediately. Bruce takes a moment to breathe, letting Talia’s voice wash over him for a second. They weren’t together anymore, and they likely never would be again. But he’d loved her, once. He’d thought of spending the rest of his life with her, and despite the flaws that both of them carried, she would always hold a piece of his heart.

“Do we have a daughter?” Bruce asks, wincing slightly at his tone. He wasn’t trying to be difficult; he was trying not to get emotional. Talia’s silence was deafening, and Bruce can feel his shoulders slump. “Why didn’t you tell me?”

“How do you know?” Talia asks instead of answering.

“Her parents in France sent her to stay with Alfred, because Paris is unsafe. Apparently, he knows her grandmother.” Bruce says, ignoring the twinge in his chest when he refers to someone else as his daughter’s parents. It’s not like he can claim the title, but it doesn’t make it hurt any less. Bruce raises an eyebrow as Talia swears in Arabic under her breath.

“Why didn’t they call me? Why would they- what kind of danger? Is she safe?” She asks the questions rapidly, and Bruce is once again reminded that Talia is a good mother. Their parenting styles may not align, but he knew that she cared for their children.

“She’s safe, now. Paris is under attack from a villain who controls people using their negative emotions. Her parents believed that it was best to get her out of the city because of the promise they made to you.” Bruce explains. Talia huffs.

“You would think that would include actually telling me when they decide to move her to a different country.” She complains. Bruce frowns.

“Do you communicate with them often?” He asks, and there’s a brief moment of silence.

“Not with our daughter. I haven’t spoken to her since she was an infant. Sabine, however, has kept in steady communication with me throughout the years. She’s given updates on our daughter’s wellbeing every six months, so I fail to understand why she did not say anything when this started.” Talia says, and Bruce already knows that this Sabine woman will be getting a visit from Talia very soon. Now he just needed to figure out a way to casually bring up the fact that Marinette was his daughter in conversation. Easy.

---

Jason’s eye twitches as he watches Bruce attempt to talk to Marinette. It was painful to watch and listen to. He wasn’t sure why Marinette was still in the room. If he was her, he would’ve run ten minutes ago. But no, the poor kid was stuck in the most awkward, nonsensical conversation ever. Even Bruce was afraid of Alfred’s wrath. Meaning, he couldn’t say anything directly to Marinette about being her birth father unless she brought up wanting to know her birth parents. Which, honestly, it didn’t seem like she did.

“Okay, that’s enough of that. Hey kid, wanna go do something that isn’t an awkward conversation with Bruce?” Jason asks bluntly. Bruce frowns and opens his mouth, probably to argue, but Marinette nods rapidly.

“Sure! I’ll grab my sketchbook and maybe we could go to the park?” She suggests. Jason shrugs.

“Fine by me, kid.” He says. She gives him a small smile before rushing out of the room. Jason sighs and turns to Bruce, raising an eyebrow. “Surely you can do better than that.” He says. Bruce turns his chin up and turns away.

“I don’t know what you mean.” He says. Jason snorts.

“See, sometimes you do shit like that and I’m reminded how similar you and the brat are.” He taunts. Bruce sighs.

“I was just trying to talk to her.” He says.

“Really? Cause from where I was standing, it seemed like you were trying to kill her with awkwardness. Seriously, B, it doesn’t matter if she knows you’re her dad. What matters is trying to actually make a connection with her. Talk to her, see what she likes. I have a feeling just being blood related isn’t gonna be good enough for her like it was Damian.” Jason says, crossing his arms. Bruce purses his lips, but his expression changes into the same one he uses when he’s working on a difficult case.

“Ready!” Marinette calls happily, bouncing back into the room with a small satchel slung over her shoulder. Jason grins.

“Okay, kid, ready to go explore Gotham?” He asks. Marinette nods.

“Please be careful, kids. Don’t do anything you’d normally do, Jason.” Bruce says, and Marinette raises an eyebrow.

“Isn’t the saying ‘don’t do anything I wouldn’t do?” She asks, and Jason snorts.

“It definitely is, but Bruce’s makes more sense. I’ll explain when you’re older.” He says, ruffling her hair. Marinette glares and sidesteps him, making Jason lift his hands in surrender. It was gonna be fun having a baby sister to annoy.

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kidsinsaturn · 2 years

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do you accept requests? if so can you do some smut fluff with itachi pleaseeee 👀

aftercare

[🗼] i didn't really understand your request so I went along with aftercare with this bby boy!! hope this is what you meant

characters: itachi uchiha

genre: nsfw; fluff

warnings: gn!reader; unprotected sex; breeding kink;

word count: 600

groans and moans constantly left your mouth as itachi pounded powerfully into you. his pace exquisite, just the way you loved it, itachi knew. his knees pressed onto the mattress as your legs trembled above his brawny shoulders, your second orgasm setting in your belly.

"ohh... i-itachi! I-i can't..." you hummed before his lips. itachi was kissing you passionately, savoring entirely your chapped lips. "please... give me more!"

your pleases were music to his ears. itachi's hands went to your boobs, caressing them a bit too harshly, almost eagerly, pressing your entire form onto the bed. your hole devouring itachi's large cock. you could feel him all the way up to lugs, as if he were taking away your air.

bruises were starting to appear on your soft hips, were itachi's large hands were previously on. his pace suddenly becoming brutal, overwhelming you, was building yet another orgasm, itachi was too good.

your juices covered his cock, making it slide more easily into your tight, stretched hole. ecstasy running through your veins as your thumb brushed itachi's red cheeks, your palms positioning on his long soft hair.

itachi was already tiring out, but he wanted to get you to your peak as quick as possible. his lips went to yours, tracing them with his wet tongue.

hot drops of sweat dropped down both of your brows, itachi's eyes squeezed intensely at the burning sensation of his cum begging to fill you up.

large hands still pressed on your tits, pinching your nipples with so much force it was starting to hurt. his legs moved fervently, balls touching your bum as his big cock destroyed your hole.

lewd sounds of your fucking filled the room. your moans muffled by itachi's mouth on yours. he could feel as his spill threatened to stuff you when your walls enclosed around him, his dick feeling so suffocated.

creamy cum finally filled your insides. itachi moaning lowly into your mouth sent your orgasm to infinite levels. your vision went white and you felt defeated as itachi's hard thrusts softened until they stopped.

"I love you so much, my love..." his voice deep and low as always, sending shivers down your spine. your throat sore from all the high sounds you made. itachi loosened his grip on you, dropping his weight onto you, his mane being adoringly caressed by you. he stayed like that for a while, just enjoying your tender soft. "let me take care of you."

eyes were connected with each other; itachi’s gaze was one of an intense adoration. he wanted to worship you while you were still here, he wanted to waste no more time. he raised his body, warmth ceasing immediately, your hands caressed his lean body tenderly as he stood up and went to the bathroom.

a sudden feeling of pleasure and passion dominated your body as your eyes followed itachi’s actions. you couldn’t believe that man loved you to death. you were certain he would do anything in his power to never make you feel unsafe or uncomfortable. itachi, a monosyllabic man with an undying dream for peace, was with you, loving you, being the best partner someone could have. you couldn’t wait to finish your lifetime with him, and if reincarnations exist, to be in the next life with him as well.

itachi came into your bedroom with a washcloth in his hand. he had a soft grin on his face, you still held that fucked out expression. his ego was momentarily heightened.

“how are you feeling my love? does something hurt?” honey-like sweet tone embraced those words, your cheeks feeling warmer, oh how much you loved this guy.

“no… I’m feeling fantastic,” your teeth showed through your smirk. the soft washcloth brushing your crotch and your inner thighs, your fluids mixed with his. itachi purposely avoided wiping off his cum which was coming out of your hole, that was such a sensual sight.

after finishing cleaning you and himself, itachi embraced your shaking body from behind, covering you two with the thick duvet. his big hands went straight to your belly, his fingers rubbing your smooth skin while his thumbs massaged your waist. he felt a small lump on your tummy, it was probably his thick cum impregnated inside you. damn this generation-passed kink.

your hands held his bigger ones, following their movements through your torso. dizziness clouded your mind, all that action made your sleeping schedule shift. itachi continued holding you tenderly, not stopping his gentle moves, as you positioned your head in the crook of his neck, inhaling his natural aroma. he didn’t use as much lotion or cologne as other men, his natural scent being enough, but his body wash played a major role on his manly yet delicate smell.

soft locks of long raven hair covered your eyesight, encouraging your desire to doze off. itachi cuddled your body a bit tighter, he was unusually clingy this time, but you weren’t bothered. his nose brushed your cheek while his lips pecked the corner of your mouth.

a gentle kiss was pressed on your lips, “sleep well, my love. thank you for everything you have given to me.” thick eyelashes grazing yours, as your eyes closed.

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curiousquirks · 2 years

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Kinktober (+18) | Day 24

Pairing: Giran | Kagero Okuta x Fem!Reader Prompts: Lap Dances | Body Worship Content Warnings: Lap Dance, Sex Worker, Smoking Mentioned (but like it’s Giran so it’s expected), Dirty Talk, AFAB Dialogue Used For Reader, Female Pro-Nouns Used For Reader, Unsafe Sex Word Count: 1,906

Summary:

Kagero's eyes never left your body as you danced, taking a long drag from his cigarette. He relaxed his arm on the back of the sofa as you walked over, his eyes not knowing where on your body to stay focused.

Giran loved this shady little club, it was a great place to gather information since not a lot of people knew about it. It was heavily protected against Heroes, those of lower moral standing wanting some place without high risk. Plus he got the side benefit of using the excuse to see you. He only ever requested to see you, his favorite girl. Not that you minded in the slightest, he always treated you well and he was a hell of a tipper.

You were alerted of his presence in the club, learning he booked one of the private rooms. You finished touching up your make-up, giving slight adjustments to your lingerie before moving your way through the club. Your heels clicked loudly against the concrete, as you did a few last minute checks over your appearance when you approached the door. You pushed your way into the room, shutting the door behind you.

Giran sat against the leather sofa, a glass of whiskey in one hand and a cigarette in the other. “Ah, there she is.” He announced when you entered the room, his eyes not knowing where on your body to focus, raising his glass up before taking a sip of his whiskey. “I’ve missed you lately.”

“Careful, Kagero, I might think you’re going soft on me.” You teased, your voice smooth as silk speaking his name. You moved closer to him before placing your legs on either side of him.

“Ain’t nothing soft about me, sweetheart.” He replied before downing the rest of his drink. “You know that better than anyone.”

You pressed your knees down onto the sofa, hovering slightly upon his lap as you grabbed his glass, setting it down on the small table. You grinded down softly against his crotch, feeling his semi-hard cock through his pants. Well, he was certainly right about that.

You swayed your hips, moving your body on top of him giving him the smallest amount of friction as you ghosted over his crotch. He leaned back against the sofa, laying his arm over the back as he took a drag from his cigarette. “Have I mentioned how much I love your outfits,” He said, eyeing your breasts. “They make your tits look fantastic.”

“I did pick it with you in mind,” You told him, leaning back as you ran your hands up your body. Your hips grinding against the air as your hands moved behind your back to unhook your bra, quickly removing it and tossing it aside. “But I know you prefer seeing them bare.”

You leaned yourself forward, pressing your crotch fully onto his lap, rubbing yourself against his clothed erection. You guided his hand towards you, turning it so you could place his cigarette into your mouth taking a long drag. You blew the smoke out against his face, Giran not even flinching at your action. You smirked at him before letting go of his arm before standing back up.

Your hands cupped your breasts, squeezing them together as you swayed your hips. “Your taste in cigarettes is as questionable as your career choice,” You joked, eyeing his crotch, your body heating up as you felt how wet your underwear was against your cunt.

“It’s a good brand, sweetheart.” He defended, taking another drag. “You just need some more exposure to it.”

“I suppose that worked with you.” You joked, turning around to give him a full show of your ass swaying.

You slowly bend over, moving your hips as your ass wiggled in front of him. A loud slap against your ass, echoed in the room. You bit your lip, the stinging made your cunt twitch. “You know you’re not allowed to touch the workers,” You reminded, standing up straight as you turned around.

“With how much they charged me for this room, I think I should be allowed to touch a little.” He said, putting out his cigarette in the ashtray next to him.

“Rules are in place for a reason, Kagero.” You explained, straddling yourself on his lap. “You know, for our protection.”

“Scared, sweetheart?” He teased, a certain sparkle in his eyes.

“Of you? People should be.” You mused, running your fingers along his suit jacket. “Me personally? Not really. Your power and attitude just makes me….” You leaned down close to his ear. “Really fucking wet.”

A deep sound hummed from his throat, his hand reaching down to grip your ass. “I can fix that for ya. If you just forget about those fucking rules.” He said, grinding your crotch down in his lap. “I’ll handle your superiors.”

“I’m worried about getting fired, Kagero.” You explained, licked up his ear. “Unless you plan on taking care of me.”

“Having you,” He began, thrusting his hips up into yours. “Anytime I wanted without coming to this shithole…sounds more to my liking.”

You leaned back, your hands finding his shoulders. “You’re making it sound like I don’t have much of a choice.” You humored, his possessive tone making you more wet than you were before.

He leaned forward, pressing soft kisses to your chest. His hands caressed your sides, as your fingers found his hair. His hands cupped your back as he leaned you backwards, angling you so he could continue pressing kisses to your body. A shiver ran up your spine, his tongue circling your pebbled nipples, as your fingers tugged his hair softly.

“Imagine having this everyday.” He muttered into your skin before catching your nipple between his teeth, pulling back slightly tugging on it.

“You’re really selling your offer,” You gasped, tightening your grip as you grinded down onto his crotch. “I feel like you’re just saying this to make me fuck you.”

He moved his lips back around your nipple, sucking on it for a moment before letting go. His hands moved down to grip your ass as he leaned back against the sofa. “If I just wanted to fuck you, I would’ve.” He said darkly. “You’d fold instantly if I made you.”

“You catch feelings, Kagero?” You teased, leaning impossibly close to his face as you squished your breasts against his chest.

He let out a short laugh, giving a small slap against your ass before squeezing roughly. “I’m just a greedy man, sweetheart. You were always my favorite girl.” He explained, running his hands up your back.

You gave a fake gasp, pressing your hand to your mouth mockingly for a moment. “Do you want a sugar baby?” You teased, before laughing. “I mean getting money constantly in exchanged for being fucked in your mattress every night sounds like a good deal to me.”

“Don’t make promises you can’t keep.” He warned, bucking his hips into yours. His cock was twitching, absolutely aching as he felt your arousal soaking into his pants. It was honestly driving you insane too.

“You’ve got a good dick, you know, but I’ve never let you fuck me properly.” You mused, scooting back slightly to start undoing his pants.

“‘Cause you care more about the damn rules,” He joked, leaning both arms back against the sofa. “Even though you had no problems letting me shove it down your throat.”

“Blowjobs don’t break the rules.” You informed him, freeing his cock, slightly stroking it.

You smeared the oozing pre-cum around his tip before lifting your hips up to hover over his lap. You moved your soaked underwear out of the way, rubbing his cock against your slit. You moaned, slowly prodding your entrance with the tip before lowering yourself slowly. He groaned when you reached the bottom, your warmth surrounding him beautifully. You felt just as good as he imagined you to. Every inch of your naked body, doing anything in his sick fantasies. That couldn’t beat actually getting to fuck you. Especially since you were soaking fucking wet. The noises your cunt produced as you slammed your hips against him, bouncing yourself on his cock, were sexy as hell.

“No condom?” He asked, eyes drawn to your bouncing tits.

“I wanted to get a good feel of your entire offer…” You purred, rocking your hips into him. “I–ah, don’t hear you complaining.”

“Complaints are the furthest thing in my mind when you feel this fucking good.” He praised, his hands finding your hips as he began thrusting up into you. “You look fucking incredible riding me, I could get used to it.”

“Make me ah come and I’ll think about it.” You whined, skin slapping as your cunt started twitching around his cock.

“Doesn’t sound like it’ll take much, huh?” He teased, eyes scanning your whole body as he watched you get closer. “You this easy for anyone?”

“Please,” You panted, attempting to roll your eyes. “…you think these sleazy men can fuck…” Your nails are digging into the fabric on his shoulders. “Oh god…please please, your cock feels so good. So much better than ahh… them.”

You bit your bottom lip, reaching down to squeeze your hand in between your legs as you quickly circled your clit. It throbbed as you rapidly approached your orgasm. You threw your head down to bite onto his shoulder, muffling your scream as you tensed up. Your orgasm flowed you, your cunt spasming around his cock causing him to groan. He wrapped his arms around you as he slammed himself into you, your whimpers next to his ear just spurring him on.

You ripped your hand back out, clinging to his jacket as your cunt twitched. Your mind was foggy, your body clinging to him as he fucked you ruthlessly. Your head snapped up and turned around when you heard the door suddenly open. Your supervisor stared in shock, watching as Giran made no effort to stop. He grinned at them, using his hand to wave them off. “Do ya mind?” He asked, plunging his cock deeper than before, clearly getting off on this power display. “This was a private room I rented.”

“See me when you’re done,” Your supervisor commanded, slamming the door behind them.

You groaned, head falling back against his shoulder, finding it hard to focus on anything other than the warmth spreading through your body as your legs shook, tensing painfully as they never got to relax. You’re panting as your cunt continues spasming, continuing to coat his cock in your juices as your body begs for more. Whines leaving your lips as you can feel another orgasm approaching.

He comes suddenly, slamming roughly into your cunt as hot cum fills you. His breathing is rougher as he slows his pace, letting you fully collapse onto him as you bite back whimpers from the edging. “I guess your decision has been made for you.” He teased, lazily running his hands over your lower back. “I’ve got the room for another hour still, if you still need more convincing.”

You lift your head up off his shoulder, leaning forward to press a chaste kiss to his lips. “You really want to make me not think twice about leaving this shit hole?” You asked, cupping his face as you leaned closer. “Fuck me so good that I can’t walk. Make me so sore that I need to be carried into that fucker’s office just for you to have to tell him off because my throats too sore from screaming.”

You felt his cock twitch inside your cunt, eager for more action. “Say no more.” He replied, grinning at you.

#giran x reader #kagero okuta x reader #bnha smut #kinktober 2022 #curiouskinks 2022 #giran #kagero okuta #I'm not late YOU'RE LATE #also this was longer than I intended lmao

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reasoncourt · 7 months

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relationship rant (a happy one tho)

thought i was going to have to break up with my boyfriend last night but then i explained what was bothering me to him and he validated all my feelings, didn’t turn it around on me, didn’t throw any of the things i’ve struggled with that i’ve opened up to him about in my face, didn’t raise his voice, didn’t take anything i said as an attack, didn’t go tit for tat. he just acknowledged that he wasn’t doing enough and explained his side and his fears while also saying that - while he didn’t mean for his actions to be interpreted in the way that i interpreted them he could see exactly why it came off that way. which i knew!!! and that was a big reason why it was so frustrating - i knew he wasn’t doing anything malicious. i don’t think he’s capable of malice tbh. that’s something i love about him. i don’t think he would ever yell at me or do something out of spite. but he also wasn’t actually considering me in his decisions and that was hard to reconcile with the person i know him to be so it felt like i was being tricked or not accurately judging his character.

BUT ANYWAY. he listened to everything i said and he was so respectful and responsive and gave me that space without making me feel like i was nagging. he even said i never nag and that i should never feel like saying this stuff to him was “nagging”.

and basically i think i found a unicorn. i know we should expect that sort of response from our partners but i’ve honestly never encountered a guy who resolves situations like that so easily. he didn’t just agree with me to make me happy - he actively heard me and acknowledged that i had every reason to feel the way i did.

it was so unreal. i rlly think i found the one which sounds so cringe and silly to say but he’s genuinely perfect. he’s never made me feel unsafe or unsupported. he just is a bit oblivious and didn’t put himself in my shoes.

and like. idk guys. i’m so happy. he’s so good. he approaches conversations/arguments in the same way i have always wanted to approach them. i’m so used to people escalating and then having to either match that energy or crumble and he didn’t once even slightly escalate at all. he just held my hand while we talked and then said he was going to be better and that he loved being with me.

aaahhhh i really honestly didn’t think this kind of person existed

#sursh.pers #dl

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scarlett-vixen · 2 years

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Hiya :), so your Vicious series (which btw is amazing) got me thinking. Any quick thoughts/rambles on the side characters opinions on the whole “Hey the exchange student is dead but also suddenly alive again!” thing? Since if memory serves me right we- never saw them react to the whole thing-

Also, here’s this cookie 🍪, hopefully you like it :), have a nice day! (Or afternoon/night)

Thank you🥺 I’m glad you enjoy it!

Oooooh this is a very interesting thing to consider. I’ll start with:

Barbatos and Diavolo definitely know what happened but on different levels. Barb knows 100% what went down, we know he can see the different time lines and outcomes, so I fully believe he saw and knew what Belphie would do. Unfortunately this was probably the only timeline where MC “came back” so decisions were made. Dia knows something happened but he doesn’t know exactly what. Partially because he doesn’t want to know how badly MC was hurt and partially because Barbatos knows how guilty Dia would feel finding out the extent of their injuries. He makes sure Barb is 100% confident that MC will survive, but he doesn’t want to know the details, I think he feels extremely guilty for what happened. Some how thinking it’s his fault MC went through all that. I think the two of them would do their best to dote on/give extra attention to MC afterwards.

Purgatory hall knows something bad happened but they don’t know exactly what went down. Belphie emerging and rejoining RAD definitely made some waves. Why was the youngest demon lord gone for so long? Why is he back suddenly? Why do he and the exchange student seem to be so stiff around each other? Rumors definitely fly around the school, bits and pieces of real info leak with made up ideas and create multiple different stories. Every demon at RAD has their own version of events.

Solomon is able to piece together what really happened for the most part through various rumors and the way Mammon and Asmo react when he asks certain questions. He can tell something major went down by the way Lucifer seems to always be keeping an eye on MC now, mostly from a distance but always focusing in whenever a lesser demon gets too close. Simeon has a hard time figuring out which rumors are real and which are…well…rumors. He tries to ask Lucifer if everything is alright but is harshly shut down and told to never ask, Simeon worries even more. He wants to ask MC but doesn’t feel like it’s his place. He’ll get most of his information from Solomon but doesn’t want to know any gruesome details, his heart can’t take that. Luke knows something is wrong but has zero idea what happened. He notices how tense the other six brothers are, he can see how MC seems a little more abrasive than before, he picks up on how Belphie flinches anytime MC raises their voice but he has no idea why all this is happening. This is because Solomon and Simeon have done their best to shield him from the truth, they know how weak Luke’s trust in demons already is, they know that if he found out a demon severely injured and killed MC it would freak him out and cause some trauma probably. They don’t want him to panic or feel unsafe but they also don’t want to lie to him, the two of them try to weed through the information they know and give Luke a vague idea. They tell him that Belphie and MC got into a fight upon his return to the Devildom and leave it at that. Luke is pretty sure there’s more to the story but he can tell how upset and uncomfortable Simeon is so he leaves it alone.

If they become closer to MC as time goes on, they may find out the real events that played out or at least closer to the truth. If they do find out then I think they’d definitely feel a little remorse even though they were not responsible for the event.

#obey me #obey me shall we date #omswd #obey me barbatos #obey me diavolo #obey me solomon #obey me simeon #obey me luke #also I love cookies thank you💖#the void responds

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This is the hardest week or so that I've ever had as a longtime swiftie. I saw people say this can't be worse than 2016 but it is for me because back then we were on her side and knew she was being wronged, we could defend her, but this time it's us being hurt and we can't. it's marginalized fans being upset and other fans talking over and ignoring us. I've never felt this bad and I love her and her music so much but I don't know how I'll ever look at her the same after this, and I'm not holding her accountable for that guy's actions, but that she'd be okay with it is complicity and giving him more of a platform, mouthing "ily" (barf) onstage to someone who's views are disgusting? I'm sad. I'm sorry it's been really hard for you. 😞

i'm so sorry. i'm at the point where i don't have words to express it because it's just exhausting and is crushing my heart. and i know i shouldn't even look at comments for my own mental health, but i've read a lot of things in the sub, and it's...killing me to see fans feeling this way, especially bipocs/jewish/muslim/disabled (is there a marginalized group he hasn't targeted? :/) fans, that they are not only asking these questions about her, but that they are feeling unsafe and unheard in the fandom. this post was shared with me, and it's a difficult read but it articulates a lot about the impact here, as do many of the comments.

my emotions have ranged all over the place this past week, but where i am now is this deep sense of sadness because i don't know what to do or where to go from here. she is intimately tied to her music, in an unusual way (i'd argue she's more connected to hers in ways fans know about than many other artists), which makes it difficult to separate. and yet her music is also ours and has accompanied countless fans through their lives, sometimes for many years (like i've said, fifteen in my case!), and that matters too and is extremely hard to disconnect from - music is such a profound and precious thing, it's not only sentimentality, it's in the very wiring of our brains, it's in our core memories. knowing fans are grappling with pain from that and trying to reconcile it...it hurts me so much. and there's a realization that overall, anyone struggling is still in a minority, so it doesn't make that much difference - thousands of people being upset feels wrong and terrible to me, no one should be experiencing that, and yet that's such a tiny fraction out of millions, which i think is another part of why the ones raising their voices feel a bit lost. i'm also frankly sick of seeing pushback about how fans hurting right now shouldn't be allowed to speak, because some intense double standards are at play (praise her and never criticize her is not a fair or healthy environment tbh). every fan i've seen upset is very clear about why, they're not holding her responsible for his actions, they're not confusing their reaction with real activism or social justice, they are raising concerns, and they're grieving a safe place that brought them joy and comfort before. you can't underestimate what art means to people and how valuable that safe space is, to feel like it's been shattered is a deep loss.

kelly (@butimnotseventeen) wrote a post about why this isn't comparable to 2016, and i think part of the conflict here is that, previously, it was always us with her, against the many who've torn her down and hated her unfairly. in this instance...that's not the situation. this is fans hurt and disappointed, and not being able to defend her, and it's also fans against other fans, which i think has made the anger worse. feeling attacked and shut out in a space you've cultivated and that makes you happy is terrible.

idk if we've reached the moment yet where we have to decide what we're going to do moving forward, or that moment likely will come at different times for everyone who's currently struggling. this is not something that's going to be addressed, and i think everyone needs to face the reality of that. we cannot demand anything from her personal life, and everyone knows that. if he apologizes, it will be because his hand was forced, and it won't change anything. if/when they break up, this still happened. anyone who leaves the fandom permanently is a drop in the bucket compared to how vast the fanbase is, so ultimately it's like...the decision you make should be centered on you and your well-being only. allow it to be about you, and your heart, because there's unfortunately no larger impact to be had here. is her music still meaningful to you, does it still make you happy? you're allowed to hold onto it. do you still love her and are you able to recognize she is flawed and contradictory and a wealthy white celebrity who lives in a world of privilege and never has to confront certain realities, can you reconcile that with caring about and enjoying her? because it's not wrong or hypocritical if you do. it's complicated. and if you want to step away for a while, or permanently, you're allowed that too. it truly is whatever is best for you.

selfishly, i miss coming on here and reblogging posts about her (and the beautiful things creators make) and being happy and excited, i miss coming on here and not feeling a sense of unease, and while i am in groups he targeted, and fundamentally am disgusted as a woman and human being, i cannot imagine what it's been like for bipoc fans. i've intentionally prioritized those of you who are hurt because you're important and you've been impacted in a way that taylor, who is not here seeing this, will never understand. she will never know how vulnerable fans feel. she will never have to read your pained and disappointed messages and try to counsel people through this. it makes me ache that any of us are struggling or experiencing that disconnect. i'm personally more affected by caring about other fans right now than i am by her, though i am worried about her to a degree too. we desperately need to hold onto empathy whenever we can.

her music has been such a light and carried me through so much. there's almost an irony to the fact that at any other time when i was hurt, i'd immediately turn to her music for comfort, and at the moment that's exactly where i can't go. it's very heavy and hard to say when that will fade. i just...i want you to know i've heard you and i love you and i'm sorry. i'm sorry you're hurt and sad. i wish i could do more. i wish i could predict the future and somehow tell you this will get better. i wish nobody felt this way at all. you matter and your safety and happiness matter. you can decide what brings that to you, and i hope you can keep finding it.

#i just. am so sad #anonymous #letterbox #thrown out speeches

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adeleba · 4 months

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OMG PLEASE MARRY ME IM SO FUCKING HAPPY YOU HAVE NO IDEA

okay, so for starters, this is what they look like:

This art is NOT mine btw, I made it using a picrew, but I did darken the colors using ibispaint

My oc’s name is Marcy, they’re nonbinary and use they/them pronouns

Marcy’s 16!

Marcy is the elemental master of darkness, meaning they basically have umbrakenesis!

Marcy meets the ninja during the tournament of elements

Marcy is a very quite yet observant person, but they also have the shittiest social cues EVER 😭

Poor thing is so dense? Oblivious? like, think season 1 Zane, that’s kinda how they act

Their also sooo oblivious, they can’t tell whether or not someone is genuinely complimenting/flirting with them (but that’s mostly cuz of trauma <3)

They have a monotone-ish voice, so people have a hard time telling if their joking or not, and most people don’t understand their humor anyways (same lol)

This motherfucker does NOT know the phrase “think before you speak”, what’s worst is that they’re the bluntest (is that even a word?) person ever

They don’t mean to say anything rude or hurtful on purpose, but they often tell their honest opinion without thinking, and comes off as rude most of the time

This fucker has such a big sweet tooth, like, they’ll devour an entire bag of candy within an entire day or two

OBSESSED with sci fi and tech, they will NOT shut up about how awesome Cyrus Borg is or how cool the latest ‘Starfarer’ comic was

The BIGGEST nerd ever, they LOVE fantasy and (as I’ve said before) SCI FI ‼️

They love music, and they love reading as well!

Marcy’s aesthetic is grunge/emo!

I really wanna ship them with one of the ninja I just don’t know who 😭

ON TO THE TRAUMATIC BACKSTORY

Trigger warners: abuse (mental and physical), violence, alcohol, etc

Marcy was able to first tap into their elemental power when they were really young, I’m talking like, around 5-6 years old

Well, once their father knew about this (whom of which was the previous elemental master of darkness) he decided to train them, wanting them to be the perfect elemental master

So, Marcy’s father would train them everyday, and was like, crazy strict and manipulative

Marcy’s mother couldn’t really do much due to their father manipulating and gaslighting her into thinking she and Marcy couldn’t survive without him, and stuff like that

Well, one day, after Marcy turned 14, their father got drunk and he got into a fight with their mother

Marcy observed the fight, until they realized that their father had raised his fist, preparing to strike their mother

Marcy was quick to rush in, using their training and fast reflexes to stop their father, which only made him even more angry

Grabbing a nearby empty beer bottle, Marcy’s father threw it directly at them, and ended up hitting them in the face with it

The force of the throw caused the bottle to shatter on impact, the glass shards cutting through Marcy’s skin (hence the scars on their face)

Out of pure fear and adrenaline, Marcy ran out the door as fast as possible, running through the streets of Ninjago, knowing they could never return back home, knowing that it was unsafe to do so

The backstory kinda sucks rn, I’m probably gonna change it up a little later on 😭

ANYWAYS THATS THE END OF MY RANT THANK YOU FOR READING ‼️‼️‼️

Eyo, umbrakinesis?? I'm curious on how different that is from the element of shadows :o

And we love a blunt royal. You can always trust em ToT. Feelings may get hurt but at least you get something real, yknow. And I dig their aesthetic choices mmm.

But why is their backstory so sad :( . And is their mom okay? Does the dad get his comeuppance?

(Ooh you could incorporate their powers on how they overpower their father, in the future or something. It would be fitting that the man who'd seek perfection from that power results in that very thing defeating him. Karma or something lmaoo)

#yeAsk #Tw abuse #Wait I just realized this is very reminiscent of todoroki from bnha #Mean father striving for perfection from their spawn?#Getting scarred from their parent?#why are these kids getting scarred from their parents man ToT #Oc share corner

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