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thoughtssvt · 2 months

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a needy morning with gojo

cw : sleepy sex, thigh fucking, use of lube, nipple play/licking, creampie, cockwarming, gender neutral reader (no specification of genitalia, physical attributes or pronouns)

the sun had barely risen, the light shining through was just enough to illuminate your surroundings. you grumbled softly at the arm wrapped tightly around you and satoru's morning wood poking your back.

"satoru..." you nudged him softly, "you're hard--" turn around, you wanted to say until the flat of his hand made its way under the hem of your shirt. he nuzzled into the nape of your neck.

"good morning," he rasped, voice still heavy with sleep and a sprinkle of need.

"you're hard," you say again, voice timid in the back of your throat as he shifted closer to you, grinding his clothed erection against your ass.

" 'm aware," he replied leisurely, lips planting slow, open mouthed kisses against the sensitive skin of your neck. the minute muscles in your legs sparked with a twitch as his hand ventured further under your shirt. "okay or no?" he whispered when his hand laid atop your diaphragm.

you craned your neck towards him, throwing your arm back to pull his head closer to yours, lips rushing into a kiss. it was then that his fingertips creeped up your chest, your breath hitching as a soft pad ghosted over your nipple. you arched your back up into the pleasure, mirroring the moans you felt buzzing against your lips as you released satoru's hair from your hold. your hand ran down soft cotton, body shivering at the sensation of his bare skin, exposed as it rode up from his movements.

"fuck," he drew out a huff when you finally cupped his cock. "baby, please," he croaked weakly as you traced the head of his cock with your thumb. "need you," he begged, voice cracking with want.

you nodded your head like a spring-loose bobblehead, working the waistband of his bottoms down until enough of his length was exposed, satoru working just as hard to tug your pajama bottoms down. the struggle definitely stemming from your shared refusal to break the kiss, though by now it'd turn to heavy pants against each other's lips.

"wait-wait-- satoru, lube!" you whined as you felt his tip nudge between your thighs. you pulled away from him then, begrudgingly. reaching for the comically large bottle of lube that was tucked away in the drawer of your nightstand. a mixture of needy moans and irritated groans left your lips with each jump of your body, satoru gripping your waist hard, cock buried between your legs, momentarily satisfied by the stimulation your thighs gave his length.

after a few hard moments you'd chucked the bottle at his head and with him being gojo satoru, of course he caught it. he popped the cap open while you rolled to face him, throwing your leg over his hips, pulling him close as he squirted a messy amount of lube onto his fingers.

"hurry," you whispered against his lips as you caught him in another desperate kiss, his fingers making quick work of opening you up for him. he may have mumbled something, you weren't sure. it didn't seem important compared to the hiss that escaped him when you snaked your hand down between the two of you, your hand wrapping around his cock, stroking at the same pace he fucked your fingers inside you.

"you're gonna be the death of me," he gritted, slathering the excess lube onto his length, already feeling close to the edge, a mix of early morning sensitivity and your frantic handy.

the two of you let out a twin moan when he sunk in, the head of his cock stretching you as it breached your entrance. he rolled the both of you over so he was on top, nestling a hand against your lower back. he pulled you close, hips sticking together as he rutted into you with need. he trailed messy kissy down your neck, sucking hickeys into your chest before laving softly at your sensitive bud.

his groan sent electricity running under your skin, you clenched around him so nicely. "y' feel so good, baby, fuck. just like that. gonna make me cum." he praised, his hips snapping at a merciless tempo.

"where?" he panted, your nipple barely out of his mouth as he craned his neck just enough to look up at you. his eyes were half lidded, shining with desperation. you didn't miss the way they rolled to the back of his head just before flutter closed when you'd given him permission to cum inside.

"fuck," he hiccupped softly, body shuddering before stilling as soon as you felt the first hot spirt of his cum flooding into you. his hips jerked sharply with every following spirt, his body needing to be as close to you as humanly possible.

halfway into catching his breath he began to pull out, only for your legs to wrap tightly around his waist. he looked up at you with confusion, your face seemingly growing redder despite the end of your activity.

"stay inside?" you whispered, gasping softly as you felt his flagging cock twitch inside of you, already chubbing up again.

"you really are gonna be the death of me," he whispered in defeat, pulling you by the arms until you sat in his lap, his cock slowly burying back into you as you slid down.

you draped your body around his, humming comfortably at the feeling, "just until you're hungry," you chirp, satisfied.

"i've been hungry," he chuckled softly.

"okay, okay," you giggled, "when i get hungry," you negotiated.

"easy, i'll just start talking about food and we'll be out of here in two minutes." he hummed, voice completely recovered by now, tone snarky and confident.

"is that a challenge?" you pulled away to look at him, brow raised with a shit eating grin.

"you're on. loser cooks," he accepted.

you continued to banter softly, the seconds ticking away without your notice. before you knew it the sun had risen high in the sky, the two of you in the kitchen, you leaning up against the counter while satoru threw an apron over his head. "bagels or toast?"

A/N : i really didn't mean for this to be so long. i really thought that this would be a quick little thing, but... happy valentine's day! if you don't have a valentine i will be your valentine (if you're 18+ and if you're not... you shouldn't even be here...) and if you would rather not have me then here's satoru being your valentine.

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sister-lucifer · 2 months

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hcs 4 toby giving bj 4 first time :3

Toby’s First Time Giving/Receiving a Blowjob Headcanons

Ticci Toby x Gender Neutral Reader

A/N: I know you probably meant Toby giving a blowjob for the first time but I wrote both because i can. enjoy the double feature

Genre: Smut headcanons

Content/Warnings: Oral sex (obviously), Toby likes praise, face fucking, Toby gets a bit rough in his excitement but he doesn’t mean it, he’s just a feral, excitable horndog, scenarios for both AFAB and AMAB readers are included, use of dick, cock and cunt to describe genitalia

Like my writing? I take requests! NSFW or SFW for any fandoms in my bio (request rules + masterlist in pinned post)!

Also, please reblog! it’s free, takes two seconds, and really helps me out

Feedback is encouraged and appreciated:)

Not fully proofread! Let me know if you see any errors!

Giving

Oooohhh boy okay, listen

He’s not exactly experienced

Most of the people he went to high school with were incredibly put off by him and the like two who weren’t never went past making out

He has no idea what he’s doing, you’ll have to teach him

The good news? He’s very eager to learn

If you have a dick he’ll try to deepthroat it IMMEDIATELY, regardless of the fact that he’ll choke like a fucking idiot, and you’ll have to practically yank him off of you

If you have a cunt he’ll do the same thing except latching on way too fast and way too rough in a clumsy but genuine effort to pleasure you

Just hold tightly to his hair to keep him from ducking back down and gently instruct him to start slow

You’ll have to be very detailed with your instructions, and he has no shame, so expect a lot of really specific questions

“Should I-I keep flicking your clit with my tongue like th-that?”

“Do you like w-when I circle your tip l-like that?”

Etc, etc

And he’ll say it with 100% sincerity, because he really does want you to enjoy this

It takes him a minute to get the hang of it, but once he gets his rhythm he won’t stop until you’re begging him to

It’s fun for him to watch you squirm and moan, it brings him just as much pleasure as it does you

You can encourage him to keep going by scratching his head, running your fingers through his hair, and giving a little tug when he does something you particularly enjoy

Speaking of which, he responds very well to verbal feedback (re: praise)

You can see his eyes light up when you call him a good boy or tell him he’s doing well

And he’s willing to do whatever it takes to get him praise

Basically, he’s easy to train

Just keep telling him how well he’s doing, and be clear about what you enjoy

He’s more than happy to comply

Plus, it’s kinda hot to watch the drool and cum leak from the gash in his cheek as he eagerly laps up everything he can get from you

Receiving

Well your first challenge will be getting him to sit still

He’s a hyperactive bastard and his excitement will manifest as restlessness

It’s best to have him lying on his back to reduce the risk of possible injury, but he will still shake his legs and fidget with his sleeves as he watches you position yourself between his legs

He’ll try not to touch you at first because he’s not really sure what’s acceptable or not, instead opting to fumble with his fingers and gnaw on his knuckles

He’ll be breathing heavily and mumbling to himself the whole time, before you’ve even gotten his cock out

“I-I can’t believe you’re doing this for-for me…Y-You’re so nice to m-me…I-I don’t—fuck!—I don’t k-know what I’d do with-without you…”

And he’ll go on and on like that until you’ve sucked him so good he can’t talk

He’ll forget his manners the closer he gets to cumming

He’ll get more and more needy and he’ll start to grab at your hair

Unless you stop him, he’ll get rougher and rougher until he’s practically fucking your mouth, pulling and pushing your head back and forth by your hair and thrusting into your mouth

He’ll have drool running down his chin and he won’t be able to keep his mouth shut, just completely desperate and messy

The best part is the way he’ll shamelessly beg to cum down your throat

“Pleeeaaase, please, please, fuck—! I-It’s all I want, just let me—let me cum in your m-mouth, I need it! I-I’ve been a g-good boy, haven’t I?!”

If you don’t say yes he’ll literally cry

But if you do, the absolute euphoria that’ll cross his face is more than worth it

He’ll force you down on his cock as he releases down your throat, his back arching in an almost violent manner as he forces you to take everything he has to give

And he won’t let go until he’s completely done

When you’re finally released from his death grip it’ll be because he’s gone limp, completely spent and barely conscious

Give him a quick kiss before you go to clean up, he’ll lick your lips clean for you

He’ll be riding that high for hours

#creepypasta #creepypasta x reader #creepypasta smut #smut #smut headcanons #creepypasta headcanon #ticci toby #toby rogers #creepypasta ticci toby #ticci toby creepypasta #ticci toby x reader #ticci toby smut #ticci toby headcanons

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lemon-muncher · 1 year

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I was thinking some Shalnark x Dom reader? The gender and particular flavour is up to you :3 whether you're in the mood for sadism, bondage, pet play, whatever really. I just want to make him whine and feel so good he cries ✨😌

I LOVE HIM SO MUCH GOOD LORD SOMEONE HOLD ME BACK FROM HIM

Doing this headcanon style so I can add a bunch of stuff for him <3

I'll be keeping this gender neutral and have separate mini headcanons in some of them for female and male genitalia :]

Shalnark is definitely a crier. As much as he hates to admit it, the second he gets the tiniest bit overwhelmed, his eyes water like crazy.

Considering he's a manipulator, both as a person and as a nen user, giving up control isn't something he's use to. But the second his partner rips the control from under his feet, he's at their mercy without complaint.

Definitely a switch... Like I said, he's a manipulator and needs control to do pretty much anything but he finds it nice to let o of all the stress every once in a while.

He's kinky... THERE I SAID IT!!! He may have a cute and innocent face but the things he searches on his phone will get him sent to horny jail! Dude as 50 taps open dedicated to porn and twitter threads of some of the most foul things. I'm talking the hub, X Videos, probably some sketchy furry roleplay is mixed in there too.

Lets get into some of the specifics:

Chocking: He has the biggest turn on for breath play and he has ZERO clue where it came from... Whether you're riding him, plowing into him from behind, or forcing his head deeper into you sex, if you restrict his breathing in anyway, his eyes are immediately rolling back.

Hair Pulling: Another one that'll get his eyes rolling. He has the prettiest blonde hair and who wouldn't take the opportunity to pull him up by it. He has a really sensitive scalp so the slightest tug will have him yelping. If you snuggle after the deed, and you scratch his head he'll quite literally purr

Impact Play: I have nothing to say about this just know it's on my mind...

Roleplay: Yeah...

Feminization: Put this man in a pink frilly skirt! Call him princess and throw some thigh highs on him. Another one of his kinks that he randomly developed. Probably started from a twitter video to be honest. But he loves if you dress him up all nice and pretty and takes him out. Call him 'your girl' or 'princess' out in public and he'll pull you to a nearby alleyway.

Exhibitionism: Will have sex with you anywhere. And I mean ANYWHERE. The alleyway I mentioned, yeah, that's a frequent quicky spot for you guys. He already has to be careful about being spotted since he's a criminal but the thought of being spotted in such a vulnerable position has his holding back moans

Voyeurism: I guess you could call watching your own sex tapes voyeurism... But he always has his phone recording during sessions between the two of you. Even if its just making out, he has it on tape. If either of you are away on a mission and he's horny, he's going through his achieves of the two of you.

Mommy/Daddy Kink: He randomly whined mommy/daddy while you fucked him and quite literally caused you to freeze in place. Not cause it's a bad thing but because he pulled that shit straight out of his ass and surprised the both of you. Wants to be babied from his mommy/daddy but also wants his back blown out by them.

Anal Play/Pegging: This man thrives off of prostate orgasm. Loves the feeling of having endless orgasms without spilling a drop of cum. Whether it's your fingers, tongue, buttplug, or cock/strap-on, he'll end up shivering from it the feeling of being full. I'd like to think he sent you a porn link of anal play on 'accident' just to give you the hint of what he wants.

#dom reader #sub character #dom male reader #dom fem reader #dom gn reader #shalnark #shalnark x reader #sub hxh #sub shalnark

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my-horniness-is-okay · 11 months

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Hellooo, this is my first fanfiction so please go easy on me 🙏 not beta read so probably some errors. The character is obviously aged up, idk where in the timeline bc I’ve only played the first two games. I tried to keep him in character as much as I could, sorry if it’s not great. MC is supposed to be gender neutral, genitalia and appearance is not detailed.

Synopsis: the head of the Togami Corporation has his eye on the new intern. After hiring a private investigator, he discovers that the object of his affections is a sex worker; he has found his angle to get closer in a way he understands. Paying for what he wants.

Warning: unhealthy obsession, unhealthy power dynamics, nsfw content, graphic sexual content, Switch Byakuya, Byakuya gets pegged lol, oral sex MC receiving, sex toys, prostitution/dominatrix MC, edging and overstimulation, begging and slight dacriphilia, implied stalking, classism, asshole rich guy being conniving and entitled who could’ve guessed, MC is subjected to corporate bullshit, um tell me if I missed anything

Byakuya couldn’t help but feel just a bit awkward. It’s not like anyone at this kitschy cafe would really stare at him this late in the evening, even with him being the sole survivor of the Togami name and all; it was dark out and a weekday so most would be at home, not actively seeking out more caffeine.

This place was your recommendation, and after sending that private investigator after you a while back he found out that this is a place you liked to schedule meetings with clients, but this cafe was too low brow for his liking; tacky decor, shoe prints scuffed onto the floor, and a few too many frazzled college students damn near weeping into their coffee mugs as they furiously hammer away on their keyboards. Not to mention, his tea was a little oversteeped; Just awful, Byakuya thought to himself, clenching on the toy faithfully nestled inside of him, how long do I have to wait in this dump? In reality, it had only been a few minutes, but he had been waiting the whole day to get to this point, canceling his meetings and setting his work aside to get ready for this date.

Byakuya shifted in his seat, feeling himself throb and shiver as he remembered your instructions; clean himself up real nice inside and out, put on that nice new white shirt with the gold detailing that makes him look so pretty, and edge himself. Edge himself until he can’t stand it, until he is shaking and just wants to cry and be gifted release. Then get up, put himself together, straighten himself out, have his driver take him to this ridiculous cafe, and tell his driver to park the car in the alleyway and fuck off somewhere else until he is ready to go home.

Well he did, and now he waits sexually frustrated and irritated at everything, hands trembling slightly around the warmth of his mug as the bell tinkles above the front door and a cold breeze from the outside sends an electric current up his spine. He quickly takes a sip of his halfway full cup as the barista loudly welcomes in the newcomer, who’s murmured hello and approaching footsteps were all too familiar to Byakuya. He tried to ignore the pulse of excitement that shot to his cock, staring down at his drink nonchalantly, but he can’t prevent the quiet whimper that slips past his lips when he feels your gentle hand slide over his shoulder as you walk from behind him into view.

You’re as lovely as always, eyes captivating, smiling gently, and saying something in greeting he wasn’t listening to, far too busy drinking you in. You had all your usual luster but his heartbeat hammered uncomfortably loud in his ears as he gawked stone faced, just knowing you would be touching him, that he would finally be touching you. You look nice, but your clothes are notably non-constrictive. For easy access, Byakuya swallowed, just taking in your presence.

“Togami? Y’alright?” Your voice calls his attention as you sit down across from him, pulling your bag in your lap. He makes a little hmm? sound, face flushed and hands nervously stirring his tea. “Busy day, huh?”

His lips part as he pauses, wondering what to say. The last thing he wanted to do was dwell on small talk. “I’m here on time. What’s your excuse?” You had a quizzical look on your face; true, you were only about 10 minutes late, but that felt like centuries to Byakuya. He had wanted you for so many months ever since you had started interning at the Togami Corporation; You were all polite nods and smiles with uncaring sardonic eyes, bracing yourself for the lowly corporate job you signed up for. Even passing him in the hall there was something sarcastic in your bow, something joking in your tone- Oh yes what an honor Mr Togami, said with all the eagerness of a wooden board. Something about your frankness, your beauty, your humor- he hated it, hated how crazy you drove him.

“Traffic,” you dismissed lightly with a quirk to your brow. “Never knew you to be one for punctuality- in fact, I overhear enough gossip around the office to know that you’re never on time. Your meetings start and end according to your whims, right Mr Togami?” Byakuya swallowed, eyes trained on your fingers tap tap tapping against the tabletop. “And you came,” your fingers stilled, “right on time for me, didn’t you?” Clenching on the toy inside of him he glanced up to your gaze, quickly looked away as if he had been burned by the mere intimacy of the act, and nodded sheepishly. A tch aww left your smile as you tilted your head at him, your legs brushing against his under the table. “See, you can behave when you want to; you’re even wearing the shirt I picked out for you!” God, how your praises set him on fire, “Does that mean you did everything I asked of you?”

“Obviously, I’m not an animal.” He scoffed; he didn’t really know why he snapped like that when you already could tell how much he was enjoying being under your scrutiny, but what does a man like himself say to such a thing? Must he suffer the indignity of having his intelligence questioned? His hygiene? His physical endurance? His ability to follow simple fucking directions?

“Watch your tone.” You chided quietly, the sultry simplicity of those words made him dizzy, “How tragic it would be for you to have gotten this far just to have me punish you because you chose to be a brat. Wouldn’t that be sad?” He nodded once, his tongue darting out to wet the corner of his mouth as he took a nervous deep breath. “You gotta use your words, honey.”

He felt his pride tightening his throat in defiance to being spoken down to in such a manner, causing him to simply gawk once more. He ached for you, your touch and your simpering mockery and your confidence all had him throbbing with the need to finally feel your skin on his. All he wanted was to be worthy under your wry gaze, to impress you, to please, to-

Suddenly you stood, lifting your bag onto your shoulder and pushing in your chair. “Listen, if you’re not ready for this-”

“I am!” He exclaimed a little too quickly, face scorching hot with embarrassment. “I just- it’s hard! For me to-” Byakuya lets out a slow angry sigh as he averts his gaze, more frustrated with himself than you, “It’s difficult for a man in my position to- to trust someone with this.”

You blinked at him, unimpressed, “It’s understandable to be nervous, but we worked out the do’s and don'ts at our previous meeting, remember? And the NDA.” Something softened in your voice, “I see you hesitating. We don’t have to do anything you’re not ready for. This is all at your own pace, remember? Let’s do this when you are more emotionally ready.” You turn, starting to take your first step away to the door when suddenly he snatches your wrist in his tight grasp. Looking down, you see that Byakuya’s eyes now lack the austereness they usually carry, replaced with an embarrassed yearning.

“I am,” he positively pleads, sounding more sure than ever, “I need this. Please- Please show me.” The depth of your eyes makes him breathless as you search his face for a moment, before slipping your wrist out of his grasp and gently taking his hand, smiling; your warmth against his uncalloused palm made him annoyingly giddy.

“Then be a good boy and put your mug on the counter so the nice barista doesn’t have to come all the way over here to clean it up.” You let go of his hand. “I’ll be waiting by the door.”

A burst of excitement shoots through his chest, full of relief as he gingerly stands up, the toy settling inside of him as he grasps the half full cup by the rim. He is so ecstatic at not letting you slip through his grasp, he only is slightly affronted at having to do the plebeian’s work and return the ugly mug of oversteeped tea to the sticky counter, where the barista is too preoccupied with their phone to even thank him for gracing the trash bin they called a cafe. As he gently sets the glass on the granite counter, Byakuya watches you across the room; you’re looking through your bag triple checking you have everything you need, glancing out the window and checking the time as he approaches you.

“Good boy~” You purr, looping your arm through his. The bell above the door jingles as you enter the autumn night air together.

…

If he knew about how all consuming you would become to him, Byakuya would not have left finding interns for the Togami Corp to his underlings; he would have vetoed their decision, thrown out your resume, and eradicated the problem like crushing a bug beneath his expensive boot. This passion, this weakness has ruined him he knows, but the secrets of Pandora’s box cannot be silenced, and dammit neither can he while he lays underneath you.

You had thrown down a towel on the plush leather of the backseat of the car Togami arrived in. With his trousers, coat, and boxers discarded haphazardly over the partition and on the cab floor, Byakuya laid facing up with his white and gold shirt partially unbuttoned. You said missionary so he is in missionary, you said to hitch his knees up to his chest so now his socked feet were brushing the ceiling, and you said you wanted to put him in a cock ring and well, here he was.

“You’re so pretty like this, baby~” You mutter between kisses. He can hear the grin in your voice but he can’t care when you’re playing with the plug he brought inside himself, teasing his entrance with one hand and the other trailing up his chest to his throat. Diaphragm rising and falling, his dark pink head was leaking with arousal, aching and needy to burst already as your strap on brushes against his length. The car was filled with the humidity of sweat and cologne as you both took shelter from the quiet alleyway.

Using the bottle of lube from your bag you prep the strap for him, the slick sound emanating in the small space makes electricity shoot throughout his body. It was finally happening, having you so close and so alone; it almost felt like a dream to Byakuya, staring up at you like he was in a spell. The light from the street lamps outside barely illuminated you, the enclosing shadows making the space seem smaller, more intimate. The thought that no one but him was seeing you in this moment had him damn near keening. This was all for him, he owned this hour with you.

The plug was set to the side and Byakuya shakily sighed at the loss of sensation. Teasingly dragging the tip around his entrance, the slippery silicone of the toy creates a quiet squelching sound that makes Byakuya throb. Watching you unblinking, his desperation emanates from him, his pink lips silently form the words please please please.

As you start to ease in the head of the toy, his lips press together, glasses askew and eyes closed in a relaxed focus. A quiet noise resonated from his throat as it slipped in, his flushed chest rising and falling under his half unbuttoned dress shirt. Under you with his legs hitched up to his chest, his head was thrown back in pleasure and a few stray tears wetting his lashes and trickling down his temples.

“You’re so pretty like this, pet,” you coo, and he really is, “doing so well. Take me a bit more, yeah?” He shakily nodded, so you gradually pushed the girth deeper, his lips parting at the stretch. “How’s that feel, baby?”

He takes a shaky deep breath, practically panting in arousal as his member twitches, and his smooth white thighs shaking under his vice grip. “More.” He murmured; It doesn’t sound like a command like he intends it to be, more like a whine.

You give his thigh a hard smack, and when he jolts he accidentally rocks back and forth on the strap-on, gasping and opening his pleading eyes.

“Is that how you’re supposed to ask?” You say, your fingers massaging the tender pinking flesh. The words have him clenching around the toy, a tingling sensation darting through his limbs.

He chuckles diverting his wanton gaze up to the ceiling of the cab, Adam’s Apple bobbing, he clings to his embarrassment a bit longer as his tongue darts out and quickly licks his bottom lip. “I, uh-“ he falters, not because he doesn’t know the answer, but because he’s not sure if his pride can handle listening to his own voice admit to what he wants out loud.

You strike him again on the same side, this time on his ass cheek. A sigh, almost a squeak, escapes him as he furrows his brow at you, his eyes misty with longing and bashfulness. You start to pull out and Byakuya’s mouth drops open at the feeling; the head of the toy catching on his entrance before pushing it back in shallowly, only as deep as you had gotten before. He nearly keens as you strike him again but harder, lazily dragging the toy in and out, shallow thrusts that do nothing but tease his entrance.

“Please.” His voice cracks, eyes watering as he stares desperately, trying to move his hips to pull the toy deeper, so he gets another spank. He hums a stifled groan, heart skipping a beat.

“Please, what?” You demand with a shit eating grin, watching his obstinance melt under the pain and pleasure.

You, You, You, maddening beguiling You with your razor sharp smile somehow draining him of his dignity. He never signed up for this religion of his, but he found his new god in You whether he liked it or not.

“Fuck,” he grunts, squeezing his eyes shut and tilting his head away; his mouth is rosy and a little swollen from being kissed so much, and you can’t help but feel like there is something a bit Adonis-like to his face when he isn’t being so cold.

You grip him by his disheveled hair and force him to look at you; his Adam's apple bobs as he swallows and squeaks under his breath. “C’mon, pet,” You smack his hip hard, so much so that he bleats, his brows knitting together as he looks up with humiliated pleasure, “use your words.”

“I-“ As he falters a quiet whine resonates from the back of his throat, “I need it, please. Please fuck me. I- Master, fuck, I-“

He’s cut off as you finally thrust in deeper; his eyes roll back as he lets out a shrill ecstatic sigh, giving him what he so desires as we ease up to the hilt of the toy, your pelvis snug against his, the tip of the toys nestled snugly against his prostate. Dropping your grip on his ruffled blond locks, you caress up and down his soft thighs, letting him get used to the length.

“Better, sweetheart?” He jerks his head in a vague nod to the question. His breathing is ragged as he savors the stretch, lost in his own world as he trembles excitedly. His cock pulses, dripping and twitching on his abdomen.

“‘M ready. Please, master.” His tone is a little childish, a petulant whine to beg for his reward. A choked sob escapes him as your hand rubs his balls and you start to gently rock back and forth inside of him, admiring his flushed cheeks and focused expression.

“See, baby?” Your voice chimes with an undertone of mocking, pulling out a bit more for some real thrusting, “see how easy it is when you just behave? Get you everything you want.” As the toy gets pushed back in he lets out a small cry of pleasure, “Everything you want.”

Setting a slow pace, low drawling moans reverberate in his chest as people pass by at the entrance of the alleyway, just a few paces from his begging and debauchery, just a few meters from witnessing this young man’s dreams coming true. Byakuya reaches up to pull you in closer and kisses you feverishly, and when his lips open begging to taste you his noises are freed from his throat; between each lick and thrust he vocalizes, he can’t help it, filling up the tiny space. In this moment he is a thing to be owned, nothing else exists.

“Doin’ so well, being used like this. So perfect for me aren’t you?” He moans an ardent affirmative, “This what you want, baby?” You ask between kisses, a hand teasing his head.

He’s breathing heavier now, holding back his shrill panting in the back of his throat as the toy massages deep within him, grinding his hips flush against yours. “Please,” it’s a barely contained whisper, he has tears in his eyes and he looks like a dog begging, “please- I just need it. Fuck me hard. Please.”

Byakuya bites your lip and he grinds his hips in tandem to yours, his hands releasing their hold on his thighs, his feet planted firmly on the ceiling of the cab now as his hands grip your hips pulling you into practically lay on top of him. “Hmm?” you breathe, the sound almost a moan as his long elegant fingers grip like a vice into your back, into your skin. He can feel arousal of your own dampening your inner thighs at this point; Byakuya smugly wondered if you got this worked up for all your clients. Jolting him out of his thoughts you reach down and start to fist his straining cock, leisurely dragging the foreskin back and forth causing him to gasp and tense up, unconsciously pushing the strap out by an inch or two.

“No, please, not like this, I-“ he whines in a panic, gripping the wrist that has a hand on his dick; Byakuya stills you entirely, his fingers massaging your skin as he tries to relax and slow his breathing. Sighing, he plants kisses along your jaw over to the hollow of your ear, “I want- master, god fuck- just, please fuck me for real already, I- Oh~” Cutting him off as your hand lifts from his cock and grips his throat, you draw the length out and when you quickly snap your hips forward, his voice cracks he cries out so loudly and suddenly. Back and forth, you keep the steady rhythm, gripping his white hips and pounding into him hard, watching as he comes undone. For a moment his hands scramble for purchase against the leather seats, desperate for something to ground him as his loud moans filled the cab, a sensation he had never felt before spreading over every inch of his skin. Pleasure trickles through his nerves like a tsunami, pleasure that for the first time stretches beyond his cock, throughout his whole body.

Like the air is being punched out of his lungs, he rocks up against the seats, the crown of his blonde head brushing against the door behind him, his feet dragging on the ceiling, his long gangly legs framing your shoulders. Removing your hand from his throat, you grip the headrest of the front seat and give him deep powerful strokes that seize up his limbs painfully and have him shaking. Each cry melds into the last, quickly becoming a stream of moans each as loud and undignified as the one prior. The toy hits too deep, persistent and punishing and unbearably good. He doesn’t know how long the feeling lasts, but he remains on the edge of an orgasm like the ebb and flow of the sea; closer and closer still and then receding back into himself again. Weeping openly he begs, he has never felt this good before and that scares him, not knowing if he wants the sensation to end or go on forever.

Falling suddenly silent, Byakuya cums much quicker than he would have liked, gripping you hard in shock as his rigid limbs thrash at the sensation that he had never felt quite like this; like you had lit a flame in his feet and he felt it creep all the way up his body, slowly moving through his torso and making him shiver.

Even after his cock had stilled, his head was still spinning, his heart hammering. Keeping one hand on your hip to keep you flush against him, his other hand reached up and brushed his hair out of his eyes, bumping his glasses clumsily. He shudders as you carefully remove his cock ring. You were certain that for once not a single thought was in that beautiful head of his as he blinked his wet lashes slowly and dreamily.

When he glanced down at himself, he was surprised to see that there wasn’t any cum on him. He had cum dry, his cock a bit more relaxed after removing the cock ring but still stiff. He almost couldn’t believe that you made him feel that good without the external release he was so accustomed to; he might’ve described it as witchcraft if he was a superstitious man.

“I want…” Byakuya says much too slowly, much meeker than he would have liked, “I want to make you cum. Can I?” His heart soars when you chuckle. “Sit on my face, please? I want- I want to please you too.”

“You are a good boy, aren't you?” Leaving the toy inside of him, he watches you as you unbuckle the strapon from your hips. “Damn near read my mind, baby~” You sound delighted as you crawl over him, his awkwardly long legs cramping up against the door by his feet. His heart melts when you gently remove his glasses from his face with a laugh, setting them off to the side somewhere as you saddle up to his face, gripping his hair and pulling him forward to your heat.

He is shocked by how the smell of your sex drives him mad, incapable of stopping himself from breathing in frantically like a hound as he grips the fat of your hips. After one tentative lick he is hooked, burying his face between your thighs and devouring you feverishly like a man starved. His cock throbs at the taste, his heart leaping out of his chest at your quiet groaning and your firm grip on his hair. He needs this shit on tap, he realizes, Byakuya can’t live without this. Your taste at the back of his throat, swirling his tongue passionately along your slit while groaning in excitement makes him feel high. He is thrilled when you really start to get into it, moving his head back and forth and humping his face like he’s your toy, making his jaw ache. You need him so badly as you grow swiftly closer to your climax, your voice rising and your pace speeding up. Your arousal starts to ooze out of the corners of his mouth as he eagerly works his tongue to your pleasure.

Byakuya’s hips leap when you reach back around and start playing with his throbbing cock; Much to his embarrassment he ejaculates immediately with a loud grunt, pleasure overtaking him once again. The orgasm this time does not keep him in limbo like the last one did, instead it is reliable and easy, though notably more intense than normal. Semen paints his stomach, shooting out of him hot and fast, leaving him trembling ferociously once again. Even after his cum soaks your hand you don't stop stroking him, riding his face harder as you gradually come up on your own release, overstimulating him in the process.

His throbbing pleasure transforms into an aching numbness. Hungrily, he grips you fiercely and yanks you forward, forcing you to lean against the door above his head and suffocate him with your weight, grinding on his mouth. It’s heaven when he finally makes you cum, filling his mouth with you and making you shout. He needs this, Byakuya thinks to himself, he needs this warmth between your quivering thighs forever. It’s where he belongs; It’s where you belong.

After a few minutes, when you come down from your high, you ease yourself off of him with a shaky laugh that reignites his pride. He made you feel like that. Byakuya was the one who summoned the relaxed expression on your face as you straddled his waist, carefully brushing his bangs out of his eyes. You say something but he is so zoned out he doesn’t hear you. “Hm?” Byakuya breathes out, squinting up at your blurry form dreamily.

“Feeling good, huh?” Your chuckle and teasing grin melt his already relaxed self. “All I said was that you did well.”

Byakuya had a hard time thinking of a response. He was so blissed out, so at ease as he absentmindedly massages your now bruising hips. After a long pause he sharply chimed, “Our hour isn’t up yet.”

“Still got more in you?” You sounded surprised.

“Just-” Byakuya slowly shook his head, face heating up. “Just reminding you.” After removing the toy from inside of him and putting it in a ziplock baggy along with the plug and ring, he sat up with his back against the door and with you straddling his lap. “Where are my glasses?” He asked in an annoyed tone. After you retrieved them from under the driver’s seat, he donned them again, blinked at you, and sighed at the sight.

“So what do you want to do now?”

“Um,” Byakuya hesitated, his fingers clutching your soft waist possessively, not knowing how to ask for something more affectionate without embarrassing himself. He swallowed, avoiding your gaze. “I think I- well, let’s just relax for now.” He drawls sheepishly.

Out of the corner of his eye he sees you lift your hand and bring it up to his head; his scalp was thrumming from having his hair pulled a few minutes ago. As your deft fingers card through his blond locks, he admires the way you smile mockingly as he unconsciously leaned into your touch. “You’re cute~” He found something demeaning in your tone that sent a pulse of excitement to his spent cock; how the hell do you do that, he marveled.

“Do you… usually cum like that? With your clients, I mean.” Byakuya cleared his throat nervously, his jealousy ravenously clawing him apart from the inside out; he didn’t want to ask it but it came out anyway.

“Why do you ask?” You challenged teasingly, “I do have to be confidential about my clients, you know.” Anger tightened Byakuya’s throat, making him feel hot. Didn’t you know how special this was? How honored you should be that the Byakuya Togami has fallen for you? His own feelings disgusted him, but as your gentle fingers combed his blond locks from out of his eyes and back out of his face, he felt the rage melting out of him again. “Silly boy.”

His deft hands massaged your hips tenderly as he stared at you, watching as you gulped under the intensity of his gaze. You seemed uncomfortable, and some part of him liked it; seeing you squirm and glance away as he stared you down. “I want to schedule another appointment.”

The sound of your surprised laugh made his heart swell in a way he found particularly vexing. “Well I do love good business, but how about you pay me for this one first?” You snapped.

He grinned sleazily, feeling for the first time you were speaking a language he knew how to speak back. He grabbed his trousers from the floor and fished his phone out from one of the pockets. Ordering you a ride home, sending you the thousands of dollars straight from his personal account and pulling up his calendar with lightning speed, he breezed through to your next day off and canceled his meetings for that day with barely a glance in your direction. He knew your schedule inside and out from what the private investigator told him, so it was a breeze to find a day you were open.

Those measly thousands meant absolutely nothing to him; if they want to earn real money they’ll have to actually work for it, go where I want us to go and wear what I want them to wear! Byakuya thought to himself, not that trash cafe and these cheap rags for mere pennies to pay for that little hovel you called home.

He knew that if he eased you into the lifestyle of his caliber, gave you a taste for the finer things in life and got you attached to easy living, he would have you begging to be his lifelong pet- a modern day concubine all for himself. His smile was sinister as he watched you blink at his phone screen with great interest, gawking at all the pretty numbers. With the Togami fortune at your leisure, how could you ever deny him? Eventual mistresses and bastard children be damned, you’d be eating out of the palm of his hand in no time, an empty headed little bird trapped in a gilded cage. And the thought alone had his cock pulsing with excitement again.

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Yandere Byakuya smut! Please leave a comment and constructive criticism! I hope you enjoyed <3

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riddlerscumshot · 2 years

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Happy to Help pt. 1

NSFW!

words: 2,774

contains: incel edward, mastubation, description of unprotected sex

pairing: Edward Nashton x reader (i tried to keep things gender neutral, but afab genitalia is described)

It took you two days to move into your new apartment. You would probably still be stuck two towns over if you hadn't hired movers to get your bed, dresser, and couch. The move to Gotham had been a scary one, but the rent was cheap, especially on the bad side of town. You tried not to think about it, the danger. You were just happy to be fully moved in to your new home four stories up. Your apartment was close to the elevator, which for some reason made you feel safer. Something about not having to walk down a long hallway made things better.

After you had everything settled into its rightful place, you decided it was time to introduce yourself to your new neighbors. You stepped out of your apartment and your eyes landed on the door across the hall. You made your way over to it and began knocking. After a waiting for a moment, you got no response, so you tried knocking again.

"No one lives there," the voice behind you made you jump. It wasn't inherently scary, but you hadn't expected it. You turned around to see where it came from and you were greeted a tall man stating in the open doorway of the apartment next door to yours. He had a round face and clear glasses that almost covered his upturned eyebrows. Oh, he's waiting for me to say something, you thought.

It took you three steps to approach the man, you stuck out your hand and introduced yourself, explaining that you just moved in next door. He looked at your hand for a moment before finally shaking it.

"I'm Edward... Nashton."

"It's very nice to meet you, Edward Nashton," you smiled at him and he smiled back.

You both stood there for a second, in a bit of awkward silence as you thought of something to say.

"I've-- I've never lived in Gotham. I don't really know anyone here..."

"Well, you know me."

You smiled.

"Yeah. I know you," you looked down at your feet. Say something, this is your chance to make you first friend in Gotham, you brain screamed at you. "If-- if you ever want to come over for a cup of tea, or like, I don't know..."

He stared at you, waiting for you to finish your thought.

"If you ever want to get to know each other, you can always just knock on my door," you mumbled out.

"O-Okay, yeah. I, um, I might stop by. Sometimes I'm a bit busy with work and stuff..." Edward stumbled over his words and trailed off.

"Yeah, yeah. No worries! I'll um, I'll leave you be now. It was nice meeting you, Edward."

"And you as well."

As you retreated back to your new home and closed the door, Edward realized something. He had a new obsession.

Edward thought about you all evening. He thought of your voice and your face and the way your hand felt when he shook it. Oh my god your hand. It was so soft, like you had just washed and moisturized it. His mind wondered what it would feel like touching his face, or his bare chest, or his cock. Edward imagined the way your perfect hand would glide along his dick. Fuck he was getting hard already.

He laid in his bed and stripped himself of his pants and then his boxers. He lifted his shirt up to his chest and began stroking his dick while thinking of you. He thought of your smile, then just your lips. He thought about having your lips wrapped around his cock, sucking him off. God, he would be so lucky if that ever happened.

Edward pumped his cock some more as he thought about your voice. How it would sound if you called him a good boy. Or what you would sound like if your voice was filled with disgust and disappointment if he came too soon for your liking.

"Oh, Edward..." you would say.

And he would just whine and whimper out "I'm sorry..."

Edward would beg for you to forgive him. He would beg to go down on you as an apology.

"Please, please. Let me make you feel good. I'm so sorry," he would say.

He felt his orgasm getting close as he thought about the way you would moan from his mouth on you. Your moans would probably be soft and breathy, like your voice. They might get faster the closer you got to cumming.

"Oh god," Edward moaned out as he felt his orgams building. He stroked his dick faster, focusing on the pleasure he was feeling. His eyebrows lifted and his mouth dropped open as his chest rose and fell with each heavy breath. He let out a groan as he came. He continued to pump his cock just a few more times to guide himself out of his orgasm and back to reality. Back to his room. Back to life without you.

It was you third day in Gotham and you had woken up pretty late. It had taken you quite a while to fall asleep last night. The clock on your stove said it was almost 1 in the afternoon. You opened your fridge without thinking and you quickly remembered that you hadn't done any grocery shopping yet when you were met with empty shelves. You had forgotten that you ate out for all your meals during the move. You sighed as you slid on your shoes and grabbed your keys and wallet before heading out the door, locking it behind you. You needed toiletries too. And maybe you'd stop for lunch first. Oh and you needed to find a new bank. God, I guess today is errand day, you thought.

When you returned to your apartment building with bags of groceries and other necessities and made your way to the elevator, you came face to face with Edward.

"Oh, hi! How are you doing?" You asked as you settled into the enclosed area. He stood there for a moment before pushing the button for the fourth floor and then opening his mouth.

"I'm-- I'm good. Just getting home from work."

"Any fun plans for this evening?" You ask, trying to make conversation.

"Um..." Edward pauses to push his glasses up the bridge of his nose. "I--I don't have anything planned, no."

You hummed, then the elevator dinged and the sliding doors opened. The two of you stepped out and made your way to your separate homes.

"Well," you said to get his attention before he went inside. "If you wanted to come over to have something to eat and a chat, I'm free. I've just done some shopping so there plenty to snack on." The truth was, you desperately wanted this friendship with Edward to work out. Not only had you felt lonely last night, you had also felt scared and unsafe. Having someone you trusted next door would set your mind at ease.

Edward stared at you for a few seconds before responding, "Let me-- let me change out of my work attire and then I'll come over." He smiled at you and you smiled back and nodded.

"Okay!" You tried not to sound too excited but your enthusiasm spilled through anyway. "I'll see you soon."

With that, the two of you entered your apartments.

It didn't take Edward long to change from his button up and khaki pants to a t-shirt and jeans. Before you knew it, he was knocking at your door.

"Hey," you said with a smile as you opened the door. "I waited to make food until you got here because I didn't know if you were picky or not. I've got the stuff to make spaghetti and garlic bread, salmon and potatoes, or breakfast for dinner."

Edward thought before responding, "Breakfast sounds fantastic."

Soon, the two of you were working together to make biscuits and gravy and scrambled eggs.

"Would you like some coffee?" You asked him.

"I would love some," he replied with a smile.

"I've got some pumpkin spice creamer too."

"That would be lovely."

Over dinner the two of you made conversation about many things, but mostly work and what working in Gotham is like. You had to explain to Edward that you technically didn't have a job. You had left yours in your hometown and used all of your savings to move somewhere cheaper. Job hunting was in your future for sure, but right now you were enjoying having a few days off to get settled into your new environment.

Edward wanted to tell you that you didn't need to look for a job, he'd be happy to support you. But he knew that might come across as odd for such a new relationship, so instead he just smiled and nodded, listening to your every word.

By the time you both had finished dinner and a whole pot of coffee, the sun had gone down.

"I appreciate you coming over for dinner, Edward. I don't have any other friends in Gotham so it means a lot."

Friend. The word swarmed around in Edward's brain like an angry bee. He didn't want to be your friend. He wanted to be yours.

"Of course! I appreciate the invite. I-- I don't get out of my apartment much," he admitted, looking down in embarrassment.

"Well, I'm glad the both of us are appreciative," you giggled. You stood up and began to clear the dirty dishes off of the two top kitchen table and bring them to the sink for washing.

"Here! Let me help you," Edward said, rushing to get the plates you both had used.

"Oh, Edward, you don't have to."

"I insist," he said. He brought all the dirty dishes to the sink and began to run some soapy water.

"Really, Edward, the dishes can wait."

"Why don't we put on some music and work on them together?"

You began the realize Edward wasn't going to take no for an answer, so you took you your phone and shuffled an indie playlist you had saved on your phone. The two of you worked together on the dishes, him washing and you sinsing and setting them in the drying rack.

"We make a pretty good team," Edward said to you.

"Yeah, I guess we do," you replied with a smile.

Once you both finished, you sighed with relief, "I'm glad those are done and out of the way. Thank you for your help, Eddie." You watched as Edward blushed at the nickname.

"It's no problem, I'm happy to help," Edward said with a smile. You found him sweet, kind. Most guys wouldn't have even helped you cook, let alone do the dishes.

"Would you like to watch a movie?" You asked.

"Ooh, which one?"

"Have you ever seen Carrie?"

And so the two of you settled down on the loveseat to watch the movie. The whole time Edward wished you were cuddling him, or at least holding his hand. He had to reassure himself that good things come to those who wait. He would be yours, eventually.

You enjoyed Edward's company, he made you feel secure. You felt if someone were to break in at this moment, Edward would save you. Something about his presence in the room made living in the most dangerous city in America not so bad. Even while watching a horror movie, you felt calm.

You knew the movie was almost over as the final scene played. Edward jumped as a bloody hand shot out of the ground and you had to hide you giggles. When the credit rolled, you went to stand up.

"I'm gonna make myself a drink, do you want anything?"

"What-- what are you having?" Edward asked.

"I was thinking a vodka soda, that is, if you'll drink with me."

Oh golly, they want to drink?

"One drink couldn't hurt," Edward decides. You give him a toothy grin and head into the kitchen to fix your drinks.

One drink turned into two, and then three as the two of you sat close to each other. At first you had talked about the Carrie, then other Stephen King movies, then horror in general. You learned that Edward was a big fan of practical effects and prefered movies that used them over CGI.

You also learned that, much like yourself, Edward was a lightweight. He was slurring his words as he rambled about Alien, explaining to you how they shot each scene. You enjoyed hearing him talk about things he was passionate about.

"So, you're into science fiction, huh?"

"Oh yes," he says, "but don't get me wrong, a good slasher film is always nice. I find something very... eerie about the idea that just anyone could be lurking in the shadows, ready to kill."

Edward's words sent a shiver down your spine. "I don't know, now that I live in Gotham, I might stay away from slasher films. I don't like the idea of a murderer being around just any old street corner."

"Don't worry, I'd take care of them for you." Edward smiles at you and you smile back, not knowing what else to say.

Edward yawned and checked his watch. "Oh god, I should really head back to my place. I've got work in the morning." Edward stood up slowly, making sure he doesn't fall over as the alcohol hits him. You stand up to want walk him to the door.

"I had a lot of fun tonight. Thank you for coming over, Eddie."

"Thank-- thank you for having me. I enjoyed our time together."

"Do you... do you mind if i give you a hug goodbye?" You ask.

Edward stares at you for a moment, and you're afraid he's going to say no, but then his arms are wrapping around you, and instinctively, your arms wrap around him as well. He smelled warm, and felt it too. He held you like you were just glued together, and you might fall apart if he let go too soon. When he finally pulled away, you instantly missed his body heat and his touch.

"Goodbye, Eddie. I'll see you soon, I hope."

"Good night, don't worry, you can't get rid of me that easy. I'm sure I'll see you soon." With that, Edward opened you front door and left. You heard his door open and close before you stepped away from your entryway and back into your apartment.

Edward couldn't stop thinking about the hug you shared with him. He's so touch starved he almost popped a boner right then and there. He'd be lying if he said his dick didn't twitch a little when he held you in his arms. That's why he had to cut it off and leave so soon.

But now he was home, alone. He made his way to his bedroom, stripping his clothes off on the way to lay his bed. He began stroking his cock with a groan and thought of you.

He thought of how you body pressed up against his during your hug, your arms wrapped around him. He wondered if that's how it would feel to have your arms around him as he fucked you. He tried to remember what the warmth from your body felt like, how the heat radiated off of you and onto him in the most comforting way. He continued to fist his cock as he thought of your sweet voice and your kind words.

"Oh, Eddie..." He imagined you moaning out as he fucked you.

He tightened his grip on his dick and moved his hand faster as he pictured you naked, legs spread, taking every inch of him. He'd rub your clit, just to make sure you both came at the same time. And you would moan for him, short and quiet whines. He'd kiss down your chest and take one of your nipples into his mouth and suck on it, just to get a rise out of you.

Edward felt his orgasm approaching as he fucked his fist. God, you made him cum so quickly. He was so close because of you.

"Cum in me, Eddie. Cum inside me!" He imagined you saying. You'd probably clench your hole around him as you both got close. He'd absolutely pound into you just before cumming, chasing his orgasm. He'd fill you up with his cum, claiming you as his and only his. The very thought of cumming inside you is what sent Edward over the edge. And before he knew it, he was cumming into his own fist with a moan.

#the riddler #the riddler smut #edward nashton smut #the riddler x reader #the riddler x you #edward nashton x reader #edward nashton x you

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anxiouspineapple99 · 7 months

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NSFW Fic: Mirror, Mirror

Very NSFW!

Pairing: Hunter x F!Shapeshifter OC (named You) x Echo MxFxM (no clonecest) Rating: Explicit Warnings: Unprotected s3x, p in v, p in a, gender neutral OC, gratuitous smut, tentacles, oral (sort of), multiple genitalia, first time (p in a)

Prompt: I got the mirror so you can see yourself when I fuck you.

The moment he set foot on the Marauder, Hunter’s senses went into overdrive, a scent in the air that sent bolts of arousal straight to his groin.

Biting back a moan, his flesh twitching and hardening behind his codpiece, he forced himself through the doorway, all too aware of Tech, Wrecker and Crosshair filing in behind him.

They seemed utterly oblivious to, not only the scent of sex lingering in the air, but the soft grunts, whimpers and moans emanating from the cargo bay.

They were doing it on purpose, of course. He knew they were.

Their little shapeshifter friend, a stowaway at first, now one of their most trusted allies, a boon in every way on missions. They’d settled in all too well, the team adjusting to their presence easily, and not just because of their technical and espionage expertise.

After all, their skills with their mouth didn’t end at linguistics.

“Tech, Cross, Wreck, hit the bunks,” he ordered sharply, gritting his teeth as he heard a distinctive, deep moan from the other side of the door, the obvious sounds of Echo having his fill. “We’ll hunker down tonight and head back to Kamino tomorrow.”

Without waiting for an answer, he turned heel and headed straight for the cargo bay, heart pounding in his chest. His blood was rushing around every inch of his body, limbs tingling with anticipation.

Sliding the door open, he was greeted with quite a sight; their friend was currently in a female presenting form, voluptuous tits bouncing with every thrust of their thick, strong, muscular body. In front of them, Echo was on all fours, naked and trembling, his flesh hand balled up into a fist and pressed against his mouth as a girthy, slicked cock rocked in and out of his body.

“Ah, Hunter, nice of you to finally join us,” the beautiful creature called, voice fluctuating and tone and pitch. It had taken some adjusting to, at first, the attractive yet odd combination of all and none at once poured into this one form.

At the moment, they were human skinned, long brown hair falling just below their shoulders. The wild, red eyes Hunter had come to adore were still there, but everything else seemed like a perfect human woman, made specifically for Echo’s taste, until his gaze fell onto the thick cock fucking into his brother.

“You,” Hunter nodded with a devious smirk, already shedding his armour. “I see Echo was ready to take it further today.”

Echo groaned against his fist, nodding desperately, eyes still screwed shut in pleasure.

“He was,” You replied, running a tender hand down Echo’s spine, fingertips dancing around the implants that littered his skin. The cyborg keened at the action, arching his back and changing the angle of You’s thrusts just enough to hit his prostate dead on.

“P-Please!” Echo cried helplessly, his fist falling from his mouth to hit against the thin mattress they were resting on, “Let, let me cum, please!”

You sent a knowing smirk to Hunter, one he returned, his own eyes now blown with lust as he watched them fuck his brother, holding back a groan at the way their body looked.

He’d been with You in many forms, male, female, togruta, twi’lek, zabrak and even a mix of species, fucked their cunt, their tits, their ass, their mouth and been fucked by dextrous fingers and tongues, but never in the way Echo was being serviced at present.

A pang of jealousy ran through him, a growl creeping up his throat as Echo let out a yelp of pleasure, his cock visibly twitching.

His cybernetic legs were shaking, scomp barely supporting his weight as he pushed back, desperate for more.

“Patience, Hunter,” You called over their shoulder as they grabbed Echo’s shoulders, impaling him again on their cock, relishing the way he clenched around them as he finally fell over the edge, cumming hard onto the sheets below, “you’ll get your turn.”

“M-Maker, You, I… I…”

Echo could barely breathe, chest heaving as he collapsed forward, You’s cock still inside him. THey moved with him, leaning over his back and littering the scarred skin with kisses and kitten licks, keeping him grounded while his high faded away.

They shushed him gently, soothing his heated skin with tender touches until he was whimpering for more, whispered pleas to be fucked once again escaping him.

“Easy, love,” You murmured, hands moving to Echo’s hips, gently rocking their hips against his once more, “don’t push too far. We have time.”

Again, Hunter let out a frustrated growl, earning him a sharp look from You, their eyes rolling.

“If you must be involved,” they teased, voice floating around Hunter’s very soul, “you may take me. But do not push too hard, or I will end it.”

“Yes, ma’am,” Hunter purred, fully naked now, armour and blacks piled neatly in a corner.

His cock was erect and straining, desperate to be touched as he fell to his knees and crawled toward You’s body, his hands running over the smooth skin of their backside.

Their body shuddered at the touch, waiting patiently, looking back at Hunter as he pressed himself as close as possible, fingers probing at the wet slit of You’s pussy, the tip of one brushing over their clit.

You bucked with a soft whine, the head of their cock pressing against Echo’s prostate once again, the smaller man letting out a whimpering cry of pleasure, face all but pressed into the mattress.

“Hunter,” they warned lowly, pressing down onto his finger, a sign for him not to tease. The sergeant simply smirked against You’s neck, sucking a mark into the soft skin there.

His fingers moved lower, two slipping inside their body easily, curling to hook against the spongy bundle of nerves just inside.

Again, You bucked and moaned, the sensation perfect. They’d spent enough time with Hutner now, there were no mysteries left around their bodies. They knew each other, inside and out, how to make each other whimper and keen, arch and buck.

“Just fuck me already, Hunter,” You growled, gasping as Hunter’s teeth grazed their neck, marking them as he pulled his fingers from their body and slipped his cock inside, the flesh sinking in without issue.

You arched their back as pleasure coursed through them, the sensation of Echo’s body swallowing their cock so beautifully and Hunter filling them up completely pushing them to the brink of their own pleasure.

“B-Boys,” they gasped, one hand moving behind them to clutch at Hunter’s hip, almost holding him in place while they grabbed at Echo’s ass, nails digging into where the supple flesh met metal, “so beautiful, so good for me…”

Moans spilled from their lips as Hunter began to move, one hand lacing together with You’s, the other cupping one breast, thumbing the nipple.

“Always fuck me so good,” they praised Hunter, squeezing his fingers with theirs, “so full of you.”

“Always, sweetheart,” Hunter growled, licking a stripe up their neck, “fuck you so deep you’ll taste me for days.”

Beneath them, Echo continued to gasp and moan as he was fucked even deeper, every movement of You’s cock pressing into his prostate. Overstimulated already, he was teetering on the edge again, holding on for dear life.

“Y-You, gonna, gonna cum,” he warned, his voice barely a gasp, flesh hand clutching at the mattress as pleasure made his mind hazy.

“Cum for me, sweet one,” they encouraged, Hunter grinning behind them as he thrust even harder, forcing You into Echo’s body.

It was enough to send Echo hurtling into the abyss, a strangled scream escaping into the heated air of the cargo hold. Tears rolled down his cheeks with the intensity of it all, whimpers escaping him as Hunter pulled You back, away from him, their leaking cock slipping from Echo’s spent body.

The smaller man rolled over, gasping for breath as Hunter pulled You back against his chest, one hand moving to wrap around their cock, pumping it in time with his thrusts into their hot centre.

“You promised me my turn, love,” he purred as You released a long whine of pleasure, utterly lost to the feeling of being completely taken by him.

“S-So I did,” they managed, clenching around Hunter as his thrusts grew in strength, their body reeling with each one, “but I w-wanted your ass, beautiful.”

Hunter’s thrusts stuttered at the admission, a feral growl leaving his lips.

“Dreamed of that, you know,” he breathed into their ear, squeezing his hand around the base of their cock, “of you fucking me.”

“I know,” You admitted with a breathless smile, eyes closing when Hunter hit a perfect spot inside of them, body trembling under his touch, “I saw it in y-your eyes, when I was fingering you. You n-need more.”

Beside them, Echo was still trembling, his cock already half hard again as he watched Hunter fucking You so thoroughly, the pleasure written on their face causing his stomach to clench.

“Let them fuck you, Hunter,” he urged, desperation in his tone, “it’s amazing. Never thought I’d feel like that again. So fucking good.”

Hunter shuddered at the thought, his ass clenching at the mere thought of You’s thick cock sliding inside him, stretching him out.

“Let me fuck you, sweetheart,” You cooed from in front of him, Hunter groaning as the pussy around his cock morphed and flexed, tightening, teasing him, “let me be the first to feel that beautiful ass around my cock.”

Hunter didn’t need any more encouragement, pulling out of You’s body swiftly and crawling in front of them, looking up in surprise when he saw something he’d missed previously, too distracted to notice.

“That’s right, baby,” You cooed gently, shuffling to press their hips against Hunter’s ass, rolling their thick cock against his backside, drawing needy whimpers from the sergeant, “I got the mirror so you can see yourself when I fuck you, just like we talked about.”

Hunter almost came on the spot, groaning and fighting against the riding tide of utter pleasure racing through him.

Looking up, he saw his own, dishevelled face, You gazing back at him with a wicked smirk, their fork tongue coming out to lick at their lips.

“What form do you want?” they asked gently, Hunter replying without hesitation.

“You. The real you.”

Not for the first time in their relationship, You’s heart stuttered for a moment, warmth blooming all over as they shifted back to their natural form, skin turning to a mottled blue grey, tits shrinking into their chest, their chin sharpening, horns peeking through their wispy hair. Still, their eyes remained blazing red, the sight of sharp, serrated teeth bared making Hunter’s stomach flip in anticipation.

“Beautiful,” he murmured, Echo groaning off to the side, fisting his cock while he watched the scene.

“Fuck him, You, show him how good it can be.”

You nodded to Echo, biting their bottom lip at the sight of him, seeking yet more pleasure from their form.

“You ready for this, sweetheart?” they cooed to Hunter, dipping their elongated, spiderlike fingers into the jar of slick that rested just off of the mattress, coating them liberally.

“Kriff, yes,” Hunter gasped, groaning as the tip of one finger teased at his entrance, circling around the tight hole.

“Watch yourself, baby,” You called from behind, smiling fondly at him, “watch your face as I take you.”

Hunter obeyed dutifully, the feeling of having control taken from him making his head spin.

He loved these sessions, the ones where he could give up control, not make decisions. The everyday choices he made wore on him, like ocean waves against a rockface. Being held, being taken care of, it fed into his fantasies in the most blissful way.

He watched with hooded eyes, mouth slightly agape as the thin appendage penetrated him, the fullness and pressure familiar now.

“M-More, please,” he begged, You’s face turning into a salacious, delighted grin.

“Patience, Hunter. I will not hurt you.”

But patience was not Hunter’s strong point, his hips rocking back onto the digit, desperate for it to go deeper, to thrust harder.

You let out a growl of disapproval, removing the finger entirely in one swift motion, Hunter crying out at the loss.

“You listen to me, or this stops, right now,” they warned lowly, Hunter dropping his head to nod desperately, wanting to please.

“S-Sorry, I’m sorry, please,” he begged, wiggling his hips a little, enticing You.

“Let’s try something different,” the shapeshifter hummed thoughtfully, their cock thinning to the width of Hunter’s own fingers, slicked up with care and pressed against the sergeant’s tight entrance.

Again, he let out a whimpering moan as he was breached without resistance, his body fluttering around You’s cock.

“See, baby, it’s so much better if we take it slow,” they whispered, focusing intently, growing the width of their cock ever so slightly, Hunter moaning at the sensation.

“H-Holy kriff,” he gasped, mouth falling wide open as he looked up, back at the mirror, his face twisted with utter pleasure as You rocked back and forth, taking their time stretching him out with their cock.

“H-Harder,” Hunter pleaded, pure desire dripping from his tongue, “need you deep.”

You let out a needy moan of their own, fingertips digging into Hunter’s hips hard enough to bruise, pulling him back harshly, impaling him on their cock.

“Is this what my little whore wants?” they asked, a dark, teasing edge to their voice, “To be fucked hard and fast? To cum, over and over again on my cock until you can’t stand up?”

Hunter simply nodded helplessly, feeling boneless. Thick arms were shaking now, sweat beading across tattooed and unmarred flesh alive.

To the side, Echo moaned loudly at the words that fell from You, tugging desperately on his cock, leaning back on his scomp.

“You need to use your words, darling,” You cooed to Hunter, rolling their hips against his, pushing against his prostate for a perfect instant before pulling away.

Hunter let out a desperate cry, pushing back, chasing the feeling. He only stopped when You thrust again, hard, hitting his sweet spot head on again.

“Yes!” the sergeant managed, his voice akin to a man being strangled, throaty and desperate, “Yes, please, please, fuck me, please!”

All essence of control was lost as You set a punishing pace, focusing on growing their cock slightly with every few thrusts until it was a little larger than they began with, Hunter whining and moaning, whimpering and yelping with every brush of his prostate, his cock hanging heavy between his legs, red, swollen and leaking, desperate for any kind of friction.

“Watch me fuck you in the mirror, darling,” You reminded him softly, leaning forward to lick at the sweat gathering on his back, “and watch as you come apart.”

He was about to ask what You meant, confused for a moment until one of their hands, morphing and stretching, appeared at his side, the fingers elongating into thick, smooth tentacles, the same tone as their skin.

Barely a moan escaped him before one was wrapping around his neck, choking him lightly, another moving to his mouth, shoving itself inside, forcing him to suck. A third held his forehead up, forcing him to look into the mirror while the other two moved lower, one wrapping around his cock, pumping up and down with a silky smooth glide, the other playing with his balls, wrapping around the sack and squeezing gently.

The feeling of being so utterly filled like this, the way You’s tentacles held him to tenderly, the one in his mouth pulsing as he sucked on it, egged on by the moans and gasps of pleasure let out by his lover, had him teetering on the edge before the cock inside him pressed against his prostate one more time and held it there, the scream he let out muffled by the tentacle.

You let out a cry of their own, arching as they released inside Hunter, coating his insides with their hot essence, their tentacles pulsing and throbbing along with the ripples of pleasure.

Moments later, Hunter’s cock twitched and erupted, cum flowing over the tentacle pumping it, the one around his balls releasing as the others released his head and neck, the last finally withdrawing from his mouth, a long line of saliva connecting them as it slithered back towards You.

Almost forgotten to the side, Echo let out another shriek, cum painting his stomach as he released, gasping for air.

“S-So fucking hot,” he moaned, looked You over, “n-need that, need you to fuck me like that.”

“Hate to say it boys,” You laughed softly, eyes beginning to droop as the tentacles retreated back into their hands, becoming fingers once more and their cock left Hunter’s body, flattening back into their stomach, body returning to its natural, neutral form, “but I think you’ve worn me out.”

Hunter didn’t reply, only collapsed forwards, every muscle burning, ass throbbing in the most delicious way.

Using every ounce of this strength that was left, he rolled himself over, opening his arms to You, beckoning them closer, his head resting on one arm as he relaxed back into the mattress, body aching.

You crawled towards him without hesitation, crawling onto his chest and settling down, snuggling against him, a sigh of contentment escaping their lips.

“Thank you, for trusting me with that,” they murmured against the sweat painted skin, pressing soft kisses as another form came and pressed against their back, Echo seeking comfort as well.

“We trust you with everything,” Echo murmured into their shoulder, Hunter nodding in agreement.

“Mmmhmm, he’s right.”

There were not words to express the warmth spreading through You’s body as they settled between their lovers, pressing soft kisses to both of their hair.

“Perfect,” they murmured, the vibration of their voice rumbling through their chests as sleep lapped at them all, “you’re all perfect.”

#submission #pineapple’s 2023 halloween party

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iamthecomet · 10 months

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Hi Comet!

The smut prompt list is both a blessing and a curse. My gray ace self is always going "is there enough emotional exposition to justify a sex scene?" but it has also given me the opportunity to explore different dynamics and bodies. Never in a million years would I have imagined a year ago that I would be publishing femslash and trans-inclusive lemon ficlets today.

A question related to smut writing:

What are your favorite words to use for genitalia when writing?

I'm in camp C: cock, cunt and clit. Folds and shaft are nice gender neutral words for me.

Flowery prose has its place, and it's fun now and then but it's more of a rule than an exemption that I chuckle at it. Calling the clit a button or bud can work, but it all depends on the context.

-@ghouletteanon

Hi! Those smut prompt lists are so great. I love reading all of the things people have written for them! (I'm so far behind, but I'm trying!). I'm honestly proud of you (is that weird?) because I've seen how you'v evolved with what you're writing and posting and it seems like you're having so much fun and just YESSS. It's so great. <3 <3 I am also on the three C train. I will use dick--but the context is usually different. Cock is the sexy word, dick is just the "yeah his dick is out" word, if that makes sense. I tend not to use too much flowery language when describing body parts either. Sometimes I think I can pull it off--but usually, I just feel like I'm forcing it. There are plenty of other places to put metaphoric and flowery language. But doing that with anatomy just never feels right to me. There are better writers than me who can pull it off beautifully, but I am not one of them, and I like to stick to what I know I'm good at.

#comet comments #ghoulette anon

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bokutoslittlebird · 3 years

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Jack Howl + Hybrids

Summary: You’re a bunny hybrid that is in a relationship with Jack. Lots of people may see it as strange, but you think it’s a perfect match. This is how your first time went.

Warnings: gender neutral/vague description of genitalia, creampie, knotting, Virgin!Jack, experienced!reader, m. oral receiving, fingering

— Animal hybrids weren’t an uncommon sight by any means, but many often stared at you a little longer when they saw the long ears on the top of your head. Even more so when Jack was beside you, tail flicking in annoyance at their stares. Predator/prey relationships weren’t necessarily uncommon, but many people didn’t like the idea of it.

— It worked out in your favor. Other bunny hybrids could never do it for you, preferring something bigger and better and always finding yourself unsatisfied. A tough exterior with a heart of gold is what made him different from others at first, but you soon found he was so much better than anyone.

— He was big and he was also sweet; he was rough and he was also gentle. Treating you like glass, he never expected you to be able to actually take him as easily as you did.

— The very first time was scary, seeing as how tiny you felt just by being on his lap. When he finally pulled off his pants and let you see what he was packing, you couldn’t help but whine at the sheer size, knowing you couldn’t possibly take it all. But you wanted to try.

— You’ve always had a high sex drive paired with lack of appetizing options, so this was a dream come true. You needed to be prepped beforehand, of course, but you also wanted to show some love to him. He was inexperienced and deserved to be treated so sweetly.

— His reactions to each flick of your tongue and pump of your hand had you grinning in glee, his hands inching towards your sensitive ears until they settled on your head, fingers brushing against the base of them occasionally.

— Eventually, pumping him enough had his knot swelling, hips bucking as you finished him off with your lips and tongue, squeezing his knot. Such a heavy load, you couldn’t help but drink it all, making sure he saw only your murky saliva, all of his cum gone.

— He was so excited, you could tell, because of his tail wagging, when you laid down on your bed and held up your leg, encouraging him to come closer. With your leg over his shoulder, you were almost completely off the bed as he prepped you, pushing in his fingers as he worried about how well you’d do. A few soft murmurs and some encouraging dirty talk had him less worried and more eager.

— Eventually, satisfied with you well you were reacting to his fingers, he decided to finally push into you. The stretch was brutal, him being so big, but you fisted the sheets and told him to keep going, your eyes rolling as he filled you up. Once he was all in, except his knot, you told him to start moving.

— He was gentle, thrusts slow but purposeful as he made sure to rub against your walls and give you every ounce of pleasure he could. Even that, however, turned to be boring, finding your pleasure was faltering even though he was enjoying himself. Dropping your leg from his shoulder, you then picked up your legs and held them by your head.

— With added ecstasy in your system, you even used your fingers to spread your folds apart, licking your lips as you ask him to fuck you properly. Giving into his instincts was hard, but he eventually did and kept you folded as he pounded into you. The stretch and pleasure was so overwhelming, you couldn’t help but cream on his cock, back arching as your fingers dug into his shoulders.

— He wasn’t as quick to finish as you, but he did end up bringing you to another gushing orgasm as he finished, popping his knot into your tiny bunny body as your toes curled at the feeling. Not only did his cock fill you up, but his cum completely sated you, his knot keeping you nice and plugged.

— It ended with you cockwarming him, keeping him in your arms as you told him how well he did, and how much you’re looking forward to his rut if he can fuck you wild.

#BB.Kinky #twst smut #Jack howl smut #Mr. Jack #Birdie.Kinktober #Kinktober 2021 #tw.hybrids #tw.knotting #Jack.Spice

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obanaispy · 3 years

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The first day of fall .

geto suguru x reader

18+ duh

cw // somnophilia , choking , spit

gender neutral terms for y/n but vagina terms used for the genitalia xx

a/n : just trying to shake some dust off so.. nothing extravagant. i listened to ‘tell your friends’ on repeat whilst writing this if you wanna set the mood. also while writing this.. i accidentally deleted it :D

Geto grumbled and huffed as he was robbed of sleep. The added weight occurring between his legs made sure of that. Looking over to a sleeping Y/n he grumbled again before scooting in to press himself directly against their back. His hand started to rub at their side, making it’s way to their ass before finally hooking into their pajama bottoms. Pulling them down , his breath hitched as he noticed that a layer of fabric was missing. “Of course..” he thought to himself, his patience now wearing thin. His hand traveled around their body, fingers spreading their slit as he internally groaned at how wet they were already. He could no longer hold himself back.

“W-what.. babe.. what are you doing?” Y/n asked in a haze, brain attempting to process what was happening. Cooing softly Geto sped up, “couldn’t help myself.. was almost like your pussy was callin’ for me”. His hips never faltered, a hand going around to rub at their clit as Y/n allowed for their head to fall back— mind focusing solely on cumming against him.

Geto repositioned them to where Y/n was on their stomach, his hand snaking to wrap around their throat, tugging their head up to where he could clearly see their face. His lips connecting with their own, tongues swirling against each other immediately as his fingers squeezed at the sides of his throat. At a certain thrust, their cunt started to squirt out against him, his hips faltering for a moment before quickly recovering— a hiss coming from him. “Fuck fuck fuck such a fucking whore.. wetting me up like this. You like it when I take what’s mine while you rest, don’t you? You were hoping that i’d fuck this pussy real good,hm?”.

Y/n struggled to respond, simply offering a nod as he fucked their cunt through their orgasm. It was true that they had decided to 86 the underwear after their shower— but they thought it would result in some morning sex. This was honestly a nice surprise. Sadly, that wasn’t enough for Geto— his hand cocking back to smack their ass harshly. “I thought I asked a question”, he squeezed out with a shaky tone, balls tightening.

“Use your words.”

Yelling out at the slap Y/n took a deep breath , mustering up enough energy to reply , “god I love it so much daddy.. love when you fuck me like this”. Geto hummed in satisfaction, thrusts becoming slightly sloppy. “Yeah you do.. daddy has a present for you.. gonna reward you for taking this dick so well..”. His dick began to shoot thick ropes deep into their hole, body collapsing on top of their own as he lazily emptied out his load. Finally satisfied he rolled off to pull them on top of his chest, hands rubbing against their back as they twitched against him.

“Back to sleep you go.”

#anime #jjk smut #geto x y/n #geto smut #geto suguru #jujutsu kaisen smut #obanaispy #somnophilia #somno kink #jujutsu kaisen geto

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unholyplumpprincess · 2 years

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NSFW headcanons for either Ash or Bloodhound, specifically with very submissive partners that prefer praise over degradation?

PS I'm an absolutely HUGE fan of your writing !!!! My friend and I always look forward to your pieces

Okay so normally I’d tell you that this wasn’t enough prompt for me and that it’s against my rules but bc I’m starved for Ash content and you are the First Person to ask for her, Imma do this anyhow bc I’m Starved.

!!!Minors and ageless blogs dni as this is Adult Content, you will be blocked!!!

Reblogs > Likes! Please Reblog if you hit Like to freely support me and future content :D

Warnings: R18+/NSFT under the cut, Reader is gender neutral and genitalia is ambiguous, Ash has a cock mod, pet play (you get called a dog/pup/etc), implied Ash/Leigh is trans

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Oh? Her first reaction is curiosity. It’s in the arena she notices, when you wipe a squad and she’s in a duos with you and she hums out a, “Impressive work. Perhaps you have some talent in you yet, Legend.” And she notices how your cheeks flush, how you turn your head and her processors pick up on your quickened heart rate. It’s curious. It’s...interesting, dare she say.

It’s only later down the line when you two get into a...not quite relationship, but a ‘situationship’ does she notice it more prominently. Curiously using new lines to see how you react, and each new one getting a new reaction. Though she does note that you don’t do well if she calls you things like Pathetic. How your mood shifts and you become cold rather than that beautiful darkened flush upon your cheeks.

In the bedroom, she learns quickly. When she points to the ground and tells you to get on your knees and you fall to them. She croons out a, “Good pet. We shall make you into a perfect pedigree pup, don’t you think?” and you whine. Oh do you whine. It makes her want to growl as she grabs your chin, tipping your dizzy gaze up to her. She’d smirk if she could.

~NSFT under the cut here~

“Beautiful.” You whine at her words, shifting in a heated fashion. “What a good little dog you are.” Her voice is heated, low, and she feels her processors heating up when your lashes flutter and you roll your hips into nothing.

She’s never wanted to make a human hers more.

Though her mouth cannot open to sink teeth into you, the tips of her metallic fingers do the work for her in that regard. Bruising you, marking you as hers as she grabs you. She makes you grind on her thigh, hump her like the dog you are as you cling to her and sob. She calls you pretty, a good dog, crooning for you not to cum if you want a reward. And you’re so good, so very good when you plead for her and hold your hips still as your body shakes and you hold back.

Her mod is made for her to her specifications. She has two, but has decided on her cock mod. Somewhere in her body, somewhere in that deep pocket of a voice she tries to keep out, she knows that Leigh feels more at home seeing that on th__e-//ir-- her body.

It matches her chassis, golden with chrome detailing and blue glowing nodes on each side totaling to eight with four on each side. Her lubricant reserves make the pre-cum color out to be a translucent blue. You look up at her from on your knees again like you’re witnessing a god. Perhaps that should make her feel flattered, but instead it makes her feel more at home.

Her fingers entangle in your hair, drawing you nice and close as your lips naturally part. Her voice is a low croon as she murmurs, “Be a good dog and show your gratitude.” And taking just as much joy in seeing your face flush just like the first time.

She hates how much she likes it. She hates how much she wants to mark you and let everyone know who you belong to.

She hates that she wants you to be hers. And only hers.

Troublesome feelings. Easier to avoid and not think of when your lips finally meet her cock and make her sigh.

#Ash x reader #Ash apex legends #ash #apex legends #apex lemons #imagines #headcanons #nsft #princess talks

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littleoddwriter · 2 years

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As a fellow Denham brainrotter thanks for pointing out that scene. I cannot stop thinking about it now. Do you by any chance have any Denham smut headcanons??

Denham x GenderNeutral!Reader | N/SFW Headcanons

Hiya there! Hope you're enjoying the hell that it is just like I am, jdfshfjks--- You're welcome, neither can I! Do I?! I really hope you like these, thanks for the request and enabling me like that. :') <3

notes; Bottom!Gender Neutral!Reader; No specifications for Reader's genitalia; Kissing; Marking Up; Touching; Non-Explicit Sexual Activities (Dry Humping; Rough Oral and Penetrative Sex); Murder.

Denham couldn't care less about public decency or whatever; if he wants to make out with you and grab your ass, he's going to do exactly that - no matter where you two are at the moment.

And his kisses are filthy at any given time; he doesn't know how to give tender, soft kisses. So it's all just a lot of tongue and even teeth, which bite into your bottom lip and pull on it, making you bleed a little. All the while, his hands roam all over your body, squeezing whatever he can reach, pulling you close as he does, leaving absolutely no space between you two.

He also loves marking you up. He bites your neck, shoulders and inner thighs, leaving bruises and bite marks almost every day. Some of them draw blood and even scar, which makes him very happy, and you couldn't possibly mind; you love this reminder that you're his.

That goes to say, though, that he also enjoys it when you suck bruises into his neck and bite his shoulders and arms, because everybody can see them and it makes him feel so good to display the evidence of your desire.

Whenever he's killed someone, he is already rock hard and needs release; and so if you're not forced to get going quickly, he'll take you aside and start grinding on you, while he's heatedly making out with you. Sometimes that's already enough for him and he's coming in his underwear not too long after he's started humping you in earnest.

Since you can usually hold onto yourself a little better, you wait until you're back home before you're all over him. He's taking it graciously, enjoying how desperate you are for him, while you're taking off his dress (always careful not to accidentally rip into it). And soon you're having his hands/fingers on you.

Before you can come, you stop him and demand for him to fuck you, which he happily does. It's always rough. He's fucking you with quick, hard thrusts that shake the entire bed.

Other times, after a nice bloodbath, he also grabs you and pushes you on your knees, so you can suck him off/he can fuck your face (only if you give your okay, of course, he may start forceful, but he wouldn't actually put his cock in you if you didn't want it).

Or you're both very excited and euphoric, needing immediate release, and so you're using whatever surface you can find to have sex right then and there, surrounded by the people you've just murdered (the others quickly leave you two be and wait outside).

#i was gonna go to bed now because i'm about to fall asleep at my desk here #but i know i wouldn't be able to sleep if i didn't write these RIGHT NOW so there ya go #idk how to take care of myself lol #anywayyy #gender neutral insert #gender neutral reader #gender neutral reader insert #gender neutral y/n #denham #denham my beloved #denham x reader #david dastmalchian #a killer of men #nsft headcanon

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icollectyoursins · 3 years

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Bottom!Jotaro x Reader

Anon_From_Hell on AO3 said: “Okay I have several.... not request but more of ideas? Feel free to use them or ignore them. Jotaro being topped by reader? With dick or a strap? Bruno! Bruno headcanons.”

Jotaro being a bottom is one of my guilty pleasures, honestly, so I am more than happy to get this out! I’ll try to keep it ambiguous in terms of what genitalia the reader has, just to keep it neutral. Let me know if I could improve anywhere!

Link to the Bruno headcanons here.

Jotaro had initially thought you were insane for suggesting he would be in any position other than on top, but now that he’s here, underneath you... he can see the appeal.

Have a character, but no idea? Prompt list here!

Looking for more? Master post here!

WARNINGS: Nipple play, fingering, jerking off, anal, mention of showering after sex and themes of videos/amateur porn (I don’t know what the kink/fetish is called)

Word Count: 1049

Jotaro’s face flushed red as you pulled your lips off of his nipple with a loud smack. You brushed your fingers over the sensitive nub, making him let out a quiet white, jerking into your touch. You continued to pinch and rub over the puffy area while your other hand was busy between his legs, working his hole open bit by bit. He was already up to 2 fingers and doing so well.

Nimble digits pressed into his sweet spot, making his back arch while he fought to hold down a moan. You noticed this and repeated the motion again and again until he finally broke, groaning around your fingers. You scissored him, stretching out the tight muscle watching him wriggle beneath you. He turned his face away, hiding his arousal. A smile spread across your face as you pinched his nipple again.

“Look at me, Jotaro,” you whispered darkly. With a huff, he turned back to you. It was at that moment that you took the opportunity to tease him more, moving your hand to his aching cock, lazily stroking it. He groaned in frustration, clearly, it wasn’t enough for him. “The more you complain, the longer I draw this out.”

“Ugh,” he sighed, letting his head flop onto the pillow behind him. You pulled your fingers out of him, relishing in the way he whined as well as how his hole twitched, begging you to return. You did, of course, but this time adding another one. Jotaro cried out softly when he felt the tips of them push into him.

The more you added, the more he mewled. “Look at me. I want you to watch.” You pulled both hands away, threatening to leave him like that. Another frustrated sound, but he listened, obediently looking down at the hand returning around his cock and the fingers disappearing between his legs, nudging against his entrance. You watched his face contort into pain, slight fear and then finally pleasure as your knuckles plunged deeper into him.

“S-shit,” he stuttered out, breath shaking. How did this feel so good? Jotaro had a hard time processing why he was enjoying this so much. Was it how skilled your fingers were, finding his prostate like it was second nature and the hand around his cock teasing his tip with every stroke which made more pre leak out of his tip. Was it both? Or maybe it was the way you commanded him, telling him to watch; the shame that came with seeing how turned on he was by such simple things.

His chest heaved as you picked up the pace. Now that you had stretched him out enough to be comfortable, it was time to make him feel good, pressing into his prostate with each thrust as well as squeezing his hard length a little more. He started bucking into your movements, lightly fucking himself on both hands. But you had the control here. If you wanted him to stop, he would, if you wanted him to go faster, he would. Hell, you could probably tell him to pat his head and rub his stomach at the same time and he’d do it. Anything to keep you on him.

Jotaro started to breathe faster, hips faltering. He was getting close. You worked him harder just enough to make him teeter over the edge and then-

“Fuuuck!” He growled out. You stopped, getting off the bed, leaving him dizzy and aching. He glared at you, clenching his jaw in restrained rage. If you left him like that one more fucking time, he wasn’t going to be the one getting fucked in the ass.

“Lean over the edge of the bed,” you ordered. He moved, bracing himself on the bed, ass presented nicely to you. You walked over, groping one of his cheeks before slapping it playfully. He grunted, then shot you a deathly look over his shoulder. “Only teasing, I couldn’t help myself.”

Without wasting any more time, you lined your tip up with his hole, teasing it gently before sinking into him, bracing your hand against his back. The mixture of moans that came out of his mouth was music to your ears. You went slow, letting him get used to every little bit that went into him. When his moans started turning painful, you pulled out. Soft hands rubbed his back, calming him down.

He nodded when he was ready. You added a bit more lube, then watched his hole stretch open around the tip again. Eventually, he was used to the protrusion and enjoying it, crying out as you slowly fucked into his prostate.

“~Uuhnn, fuck! Faster, more!” Jotaro groaned, pushing his hips back into you. Of course, you obliged, grabbing onto his sides then thrusting into him with more vigour. He mewled under you, head tossing back making his back dip beautifully. The more you slammed into his sweet spot, the more he lost himself in the pleasure. Eventually, you were working together as he rocked back into you.

His head dipped down again and he started shaking. He was close again. Good. You would have to deal with yourself later, but that wasn’t what this was about. This was all about him. About making him crumble.

And crumble he did. With one final slam against you, he came hard, spilling out over the bed and floor as his muscles spasmed around you. His loud groan seemed to echo throughout the room. You relished in the way he panted, shaking with exhaustion as well as overstimulation.

You rubbed his back again, slowly pulling out of his ass, paying extra attention to how his pink hole winked at you. He panted under you, not quite conscious yet, though he was getting there. Eventually, he collapsed onto his arms, ass still in the air.

“Such a good boy,” you whispered, moving to kiss his forehead. He huffed, too tired to argue back. He’d get his revenge sooner or later, but right now he was too tired. Gently, you got him on his feet, guiding him to the shower where you cleaned him up a bit more.

You cursed yourself for not setting up a camera or something. You would have loved to see his face mid-orgasm. Oh, well. Maybe next time.

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Nev, Max, Help!-Nate Jacobs Oneshot

Requested: Yes

Warnings: aggressiveness and rudeness from Nate and a brief panic attack scene

A/N: The reader is gender neutral since the requester did not specify what they wanted and I did not want to disrespect the storyline from the show. Also, it’s a long one.

For once, Amy Winehouse’s low, melancholy voice did nothing to soothe my nerves as I typed what I was looking for in the designated box. “Love is a Losing Game” was definitely not the best song for the mood but I loved her voice so much; it was like a really messed up security blanket for me. My thumbs shook as I kept typing and quickly deleting my words.

Someone to have fun with.

No, that’ll bring every single creep to my profile.

Someone to watch Netflix with.

Ew, no, they won’t want to go anywhere or do anything.

Someone to discuss Maya Angelou with...

This could go one of two ways: attract a sensitive, nice person or the ultimate softboi who was really just an f-boy in a sensible cardigan.

Okay, Y/N, just add to it.

...and have adventures, great conversations, and watch the best movies.

That seemed broad enough and, potentially, weeded out all the weirdos. Patti Stanger would approve of this. I took such a deep breath that I could feel the oxygen in my feet as I pressed the green check mark. An adorable buffering sign appeared before being quickly replaced by a CONGRATULATIONS, Y/N/N, ON COMPLETING YOUR PROFILE.

The air came out of me slowly, like a balloon, and I tried to make myself relax as I swiped through different matches. One person was too short, the other too tall, another had way too many pictures with reptiles in his profile, and one’s bio simply read: DM and you’ll find out.

Serial killer much?

“That’s part of your problem, Y/N,” Jules had chastised me a few day prior.

“What do you mean by ‘part’?” I’d replied.

“Well, for one, you barely leave the house anymore unless I drag you out,” Jules argued.

“I’m busy,” I’d defended.

“Rewatching Breaking Bad for the eighth time does not count as being busy. Plus, you’re so picky.”

“Am not!”

“You said you’d only do DiCaprio in his Great Gatsby days,” Rue had added.

“Did you see him in that suit?”

Jules then shrugged. “All I’m saying is if you aren’t careful, you will end up all alone.”

“That’s not true, Y/N might get cats.”

That conversation had haunted me since and had driven me to making a dating profile after the required Saturday night family dinner. While my parents and brother were downstairs watching a movie, I was holed up in my room, cringing and regretting accepting any chat requests.

Half an hour on the app caused the images of various male genitalia to be burned into my mind. I would need my brain soaked in holy water for it to be erased. I huffed and kept scrolling, vainly hoping and wishing for a decent guy to pop up on my radar.

Maybe Jules and Rue were wrong. Maybe I had all the right in the world to be picky, I thought harshly to myself.

I dropped my phone on my nightstand and flopped against my pillows as Me and Mr. Jones began playing. I sighed and felt myself being lulled into the comforting abyss Amy created.

Ding!

I jumped out and glared at the source of the noise. Another chat request, another picture to ruin my young brain?

“Be positive, Y/N, this might be good,” I stated as I grabbed the phone.

Tyler wants to chat!

I frowned and opened up the app, only to be met with the most sculpted six-pack I had ever seen. My heart began banging against my chest and my thumbs fumbled for a moment to answer the chat request.

Whoosh.

My stomach dropped as I stared at my first chat to Tyler: Shg.ismtle

I’m. Going. To. Die. Alone.

I quickly typed: Please ignore that, I’m so sorry!

Seconds later, my phone dinged.

Tyler: Really? I thought you were trying to send me a secret code and I liked that we were that cool already.

This was not real, this could not be happening. Tyler had to be a bot, that was why he didn’t show his face in his profile. Bots were supposed to have a hard time recognizing and creating faces, right?

But, on the off chance Tyler was real, it would have been rude to leave the conversation so abruptly?

Y/N: Who knows? Maybe it was a secret code and I’m just testing you.

Tyler: Ok, let me guess what it means.

Tyler: Hi?

Y/N: Haha, you really thought I’d use such a simple code as a first message?

Tyler: It’s my bad for underestimating u. I should have known u were smarter since you read Maya Angelou.

Y/N: U a fan?

Tyler: “You can’t use up creativity. The more you use, the more you have.”

He knows Angelou? He could have Googled a quote though. Still, it’s a good quote to use if he had Googled it.

Y/N: Nice, but, doesn’t get u out of the guessing game.

As Tyler helplessly guessed wrong for several minutes, I couldn’t stop myself from smiling. I used to think online dating was a last resort or a breeding ground for predators. But, maybe there were decent people looking for something (or someone) meaningful after all.

Tyler: I give up, you’re really good.

Y/N: Thx. But, I can tell you what I meant to say.

Tyler: The suspense is srsly kiilling me.

Y/N: I meant 2 say hey.

Tyler: I guessed that!

Y/N: No, u guessed ‘hi’, there’s a difference.

Tyler: C’mon, barely.

For the rest of the night, Tyler and I chatted. He told me that he plays baseball at a school across town and he doesn’t like anyone around there. He liked John Mulaney stand-up, lemon bars, going to the gym, hanging out with his friends, and reading good books. He was an only child and his parents tended to spoil him. I told him about my friends and how I liked being on the swim team at my school as well as the different YouTubers and books I enjoyed. When I finally fell asleep, I dreamed of talking to him.

On Monday, Jules and Rue were hanging out outside the school as other people either headed to class or relaxed on the lawn. I could not stop my feet from bouncing as I walked up to them.

“...and that is why Sailor Mercury is the most underrated character of the whole show,” Jules affrimed.

Rue seemed halfway interested as her head nodded slowly underneath the hood of her burgundy hoodie. “Cool, all I asked was who’s your favorite but, cool.”

Jules rolled her eyes playfully and straightened up when she saw me. “Hey, Y/N, nice shirt.”

“Thanks.” I wore a sky blue tie dye shirt with ripped jeans and white Converse.

Rue leaned forward and squinted at me. “You’re not wearing black, something’s wrong.”

“Nothing’s wrong, she’s obviously been influenced by me!” Jules teased as she wrapped a slim arm around my shoulders.

“Yeah, you can only hang out with this literal rainbow human so long before she starts influencing your outfit choices.”

We started heading inside, which was really just Jules and me dragging Rue into the building.

“But I don’t wanna be here. It’s so stupid that I have to wait six more months before I can legally decide where I spend my time,” Rue muttered.

“It’s fine, you have us!” Jules insisted.

“Yup!” I agreed.

“Hey, Y/N, Rue, Jules!” Cassie greeted as she sidled up next to me.

We all greeted her.

“Have a good weekend?” Rue asked.

“Yeah, there was this great party that Nick Davis threw. I swear, everyone there was on acid.” Cassie stopped herself and bit her bottom lip. “Sorry---”

Rue shook her head. “It’s fine.”

“How were yours?” Cassie asked as we continued to our lockers.

“Fine,” Jules said.

Rue shrugged in response.

I opened my mouth to reply when my phone beeped and I wrestled it out of my pocket.

Tyler: Is it 2 late 4 a good morning text?

I smiled.

“You’re so cheesy,” I muttered under my breath.

“Who’s that?” Cassie asked, peeking over my shoulder.

I jumped and cradled my phone to my chest like it was my child. “No one.”

Jules pulled open her locker and cocked a bleached eyebrow. “‘No one’ does not cause huge smiles like that!” She jabbed a sparkly-manicured finger at me.

“Yeah, show us,” Rue said. “We are your friends.”

“It’s nothing,” I insisted as I weaved around them.

I pushed myself against my locker and managed to open it with my free hand. Rue was on one side of me and Cassie was on the other.

“Is it a boy?” Cassie sang.

“Or a girl?” Rue questioned.

“It’s none of your business,” I gritted out as I grabbed my necessary books.

As I shuffled the books in my arms, Jules came from behind and slipped my phone away from me. I gasped, whirled around, and watched as Rue tried to look at the phone while Cassie playfully blocked me.

“Guys, this is not cool! This is such a serious invasion of privacy,” I argued as I tried to move around Cassie.

“We’re besties, there’s no such thing as privacy!” Jules retorted.

“Wow, Y/N, these are so----” Jules cut Rue off.

“Adorable!” Jules squealed and turned to face me.

Cassie took the opportunity to glance at my phone and she smiled. “Aw, this Tyler guy sounds so sweet.”

I snatched my phone from Jules. “Well, now you know. Can we please go to class now?”

As the other girls grabbed their things from their lockers, I got out my phone to reply to Tyler.

Y/N: It’s never too late...until noon technically.

Somehow, I started wandering away from the girls until I ran into someone. I tried to jump away, but they grabbed me by the forearms.

“I am so sorry, I should have looked where I was going---” I stopped speaking when I recognized Nate’s direct gaze on me. I was pretty tall but I always felt like he could throw me into the lockers if he wanted to.

“Watch it, Y/N,” he muttered.

“Nate, let go of them,” Maddy chided, her hand resting against one of his arms.

She seemed to have the magic touch because he relaxed and I joined my friends. As the couple continued down the hallway, I couldn’t help but admire them. In a very messed up way, they worked. Kat had told me only a little about what Nate would do whenever Maddy upset him and I felt so bad for her, angry at him, and then conflicted. Nate just had to have that stereotypical amazing all-American look.

“You okay, Y/N?” Cassie asked.

“Yeah, is it weird that I can still feel his eyes on me even when he’s not looking?” I asked.

“No, his need for dominance permeates everyone’s sense of autonomy,” Rue assured.

“Nice,” Jules said.

“And scary accurate,” Cassie added.

Jule looped her arm with mine and steered us in the direction of our first classes. “Anyway, if he tries anything, I’m sure Tyler would gladly kick his butt for you.”

Throughout the day, Tyler and I chatted and I even had to get creative with responding. In English, I kept my head down during quiet reading time and made sure my phone was positioned just right in my lap. During geometry, I told Mrs. Packer that I was having some digestive issues and spent most of the class outside the bathroom, texting Tyler. At lunch, I could barely focus on my friends’ conversation.

“Hello, Earth to Y/N?” Lexi waved her hand in front of my face and I blinked.

“Sorry, I was----”

“Texting her boooyfriiiend,” Jules sang.

“He’s not my boyfriend, we’re just talking.” I started poking at my sandwich. “What did I miss?”

“Oh, nothing, just the fact that I nearly blew up the school during chem,” Cassie said.

“Magnesium chloride isn’t an explosive,” Lexi argued.

“Well, the tube overflowed and everyone was freaking out,” Cassie argued.

“Yeah, because magnesium chloride can have bad side effects,” Lexi continued.

“I wonder what would happen if the school exploded and we weren’t all here? Would they have to give us our diplomas?” I thought outloud.

“Ooh, and I could go to fashion school early!” Jules cheered.

“I’d be happy not coming here anymore,” Rue admitted.

It was quiet for a moment as we all ate but that quiet was broken when Maddy yelled.

“WHO ARE YOU TEXTING?”

I couldn’t help myself but look. Maddy was standing behind Nate, who was sitting with his teammates at the center table. Bebe and Kat flanked Maddy a little behind. Everyone stared at them. Nate’s jaw tightened.

“Maddy, calm down,” his relaxed, controlled voice nearly echoed in the silent cafeteria.

“DON’T TELL ME TO CALM DOWN! YOU’VE BEEN ON YOUR PHONE ALL DAY!” she snapped.

“Maddy---”

“ARE YOU TEXTING OTHER GIRLS?” Maddy shouted.

“Can we talk about this somewhere else?” Nate asked.

Maddy sighed. “Are you gonna let me see your phone?”

“Maddy, we need to talk.”

“Don’t talk to me again.”

Before Nate could respond, Maddy dumped the contents of her lunch tray over his head and threw the tray aside. Kat and Bebe followed her as she strutted out of the cafeteria amid the shocked gasps.

“I’m gonna go check on her,” Cassie whispered.

We all nodded and she quietly exited the room. As I stared at Nate, the supposed king of the school, drenched in soggy salad and fat-free milk, I wondered why he could never stay broken up with Maddy. Their relationship was not just toxic, it was volatile. Their breakups were always public and outrageous, but they always ended up back together. No one questioned it either. I never understood why people could continue to choose relationship they knew was bad over pursuing something new. I told Tyler as much that night.

Y/N: It’s like those dogs that get killed by electric fences because they keep walking into them.

Tyler: U have a good point, but, that couple’s relationship is more complicated than u think.

Y/N: Probably, but, it doesn’t look that way. They hurt each other a lot.

Tyler: How do u know?

Y/N: Bc I’ve seen it. I don’t mean 2 b judgy, but, I could never be in a relationship like that.

Tyler: Well, I don’t think anyone would b if they knew it would b bad.

Y/N: Good point. But, why would they get back together so much?

Tyler: Idk them, but, it could b bc it’s familiar and it’s what they know.

Y/N: Still, it’s messed up.

Tyler: Yeah, but I don’t wanna talk abt them anymore.

Y/N: K, what do u wanna talk abt?

A few seconds later, Tyler sent me a picture so graphically beautiful that I was convinced I passed out.

The next day, I showed Rue and Jules the picture during break time.

“Holy crap!” Jules took my phone and leaned into it for closer inspection.

“Tyler is packing,” Rue agreed.

Jules slid my phone back to me. “You haven’t replied to him?” “No, and he hasn’t talked to me at all today.”

“He’s probably expecting a reply that’s similar to what he sent,” Rue said.

My face warmed up. “I can’t send him nudes,” I hissed.

“Why not? It’s like the greeting cards of our generation,” Jules stated.

“Really? You’d send your grandparents a greeting card of your naked body?” I replied sarcastically.

“Relax, if you’re uncomfortable, we can help you,” Jules assured.

“We can?” Rue asked.

“We can.” Jules gave her a look and Rue relaxed.

“It’s still weird, but, I guess you guys can come over after school.”

“Sweet! Your mom still bakes cookies for you after school, right?” Jules asked.

I nodded.

“She might stop once she learns her darling favorite older child is sending nudes,” Rue snorted as she spoke.

I recoiled in my seat, taking a second to bask in the sun’s warmth. “Don’t remind me.”

After swim practice, once my teammates left the locker room, I eyed my naked form in the mirror. I had nothing to be ashamed of, really, thanks to all the swimming, but, I just felt weird being naked in front of people. There was something so vulnerable about it, like, being on display in a museum or lying on a cold surgery table. But, online dating was supposed to get me out of my comfort zone and I’d found someone who’d made me feel comfortable enough to do it. With this resolve, I changed into a hoodie and some sweatpants and left the school. It was dusk and I typically walked home after practice since it wasn’t far. Plus, I’d told Jules and Rue to just go to my house after school.

The late breeze rippled past me and I dug my hands into my pants’ pockets as I started walking towards the parking lot. There was barely anyone around, except stoners hotboxing their cars, some couples making out, and dance team members and football players getting out of practice.

I kept my head down as I maneuvered around the few cars and people around. It felt like someone could spot what I was about to do once I got home and it was nervewracking. All I had to do was get home, let Jules make me look even better, take these pictures, and never thinking of it again.

“Something on your mind, Y/N?” Nate called.

I froze and snapped my head up to look at him. He was leaning against his truck, looking like a model for Ford in only a tshirt and jeans. Ford should hire him.

“No, not really,” I said.

I started to side step the truck, eyeing the sidewalk that was only a few yards away as though it was a lifeline.

“Get in,” Nate ordered.

I paused and looked at him. “Excuse me?”

“I see you walking home all the time, let me do you a favor, one athlete to another.” Nate was about halfway in the driver’s seat of the car and all I could do was stare.

“We’ve...never really talked before,” I stated.

“We can talk during the drive.”

I stepped back and my eyes flittered around, like the best decision would hit me in the face. Then, I saw Maddy across the lot. She was standing with a couple of dance team girls, including Cassie. She stared me down as though daring me to do it. I glanced from her to Nate, who started the engine loudly.

I quickly climbed into the passenger’s seat and stared into Maddy’s reflection in the rearview mirror as he pulled out of the parking lot.

“How do you know where I live?” I asked.

“You forgot that I gave you a ride before?” Nate asked.

“When?”

“After Cassie’s sweet sixteen. You blacked out, your friends were panicking, and I offered to take you home. For some reason, you remembered your address,” Nate recalled.

“Oh, thanks?”

“Sure.”

We pulled up to my house a few minutes later, Lil Wayne bragging about his conquests filling the quiet. I hopped out of the truck and grabbed my bag.

“Thanks for the ride, this one, I mean, I owe you,” I said.

“Yeah, see you around, Y/N.”

I closed the door and headed inside.

“I’m home!” I called.

My mom poked her head out from the kitchen. “Y/N, how was school and practice?”

“Fine.”

“Was that Nate Jacobs outside?”

I hesitated.

How did she know what Nate’s truck looked like? “Yeah, he gave me a ride today.”

“Aw, isn’t that sweet? Rue and Jules are waiting for you in your room. They took the cookies with them.”

I nodded and went to my room. As soon as I walked in, they bombarded me with questions.

“Why did Nate give you a ride?” Rue asked.

“What did you guys talk about?” Jules inquired.

“Don’t you hate him?”

“He’s kind of a dick, but, unfortunately, super good looking.”

“Did Maddy see?”

“Do you think she’s gonna kill you?”

“Guys, I don’t know but I do know that if you do not take amazing pictures of me with no clothes on soon, I will delete my entire profile,” I interrupted.

They both nodded.

“But, we will ask for details later,” Jules insisted.

“Okay, but, please give me a cookie, I’ll need it to get through this.”

Rue extended the plate towards me and I bit into the melty goodness as Jules began doing my makeup. It was simple, only bringing out my best features. I made them both turn around as I undressed. Once I had, Jules encouraged me.

“You look amazing, I would be shocked if he didn’t jizz in his pants,” Jules said.

“Lower your voice, Y/B/N can only play Five Nights at Freddy’s so loud,” I hissed.

Jules held her hands up and Rue direct me to lay on the bed, my phone held up in front of her.

“Okay, look sexy,” Rue said.

I tried to smolder, but, by their expressions, I did not achieve it.

“No, like, pout your lips, like, you just heard that TheOdd1sOut is not uploading for a month,” Jules directed.

“And give the camera bedroom eyes, you know, as though it’s Tyler.”

“Okay.” After a few pictures, I slowly got the hang of it and even started posing a little naturally.

“Oh my gosh, Tyra is shook!” Jules cheered.

“Yeah, these are pretty good if I do say so myself.” Rue handed me my phone and I flipped through the pictures.

She was a talented photogrpaher and I joked that maybe she should go professional.

“Yeah, I’m sure I’d have a nice clientele.”

I laughed as I changed back into my hoodie and sweatpants. “Okay, help me pick one to send.”

Jules took my phone and she and Rue began scrolling.

“No, the lighting’s off in this one,” Jules muttered.

“No, it’s never off in any of these,” Rue argued.

“I’m not shading your talent, I’m just trying to find the best thing for Y/N to send Tyler.”

After a little more bickering, we all agreed on the picture and I sent it to Tyler.

“Should I follow it up with something?” I asked.

“Maybe say ‘Wrong person’? Guys want what other guys want,” Jules suggested.

“Or say ‘Sorry for the late reply’,” Rue added.

“I’ll go with Rue’s, sorry, Jules.”

Jules shrugged.

I sent everything off and my friends and I watched as Tyler typed a response.

Tyler: It was worth the wait ;).

We squealed so loud that my mom yelled for us to keep it down. We apologized as we descended into a fit of giggles. Through it all, I could not help but feel so bouncy and light all over. Was I...falling for this total stranger?

“What do you think he looks like?” Jules asked during lunch later that week.

I shrugged. “It’s different every day, if that makes sense.”

“I guess that’s the nice thing about interacting with someone who doesn’t show their face,” Jules thought outloud.

“How do you see him now?” Lexi asked.

I sighed. “Right now, I think he’s tall, six feet at least. He’s got a mix of blonde and brown hair like a surfer because it’s lightened from all the time he’s spent in the sun. He has green eyes, freckles, and he dresses well.”

“Sounds amazing,” Jules said as she rest her chin in her hand.

Rue nodded slowly. “You’re not nervous or anything?”

“No, this is so cheesy, but, I feel like I know him, you know? He’s so easy to talk to and has so much to say.”

“Y/N’s blushing,” Jules teased. “Do you love him?”

“I really, really, really, like him.”

“Do you think you’ll meet soon?” Lexi asked.

I shrugged. “I don’t know, neither of us has brought it up.”

“Well, it just matters that you’re comfortable, okay?” Rue said.

“Okay.”

If I was honest, I did not know if I wanted to meet Tyler. I knew that I liked him more than I liked anyone before, but, there was something strange about breaking this wall the internet provided us. It was freer to talk on the internet than it was in person. What if I said something stupid in front of him? What if he thought that I looked different in person? What if he looked different in person?

I managed to keep these thoughts at bay for the rest of the day until I got home. Post-dinner had been officially declared Talk to Tyler Time. None of my family knew what I was doing besides blasting Amy Winehouse in my room for about an hour. My laugh nearly overpowered her high note in “Best Friends, Right?”. I had to blink away my happy tears as I replied to him.

Y/N: That did not happen! Tyler: Yes it did! Do u want 2 c the scar????

Y/N: No, I think I’m good.

I wiped away my tears and settled under the covers. I wondered if his friends would agree that Tyler gets into some weird situations as well. Just as I started typing, Tyler beat me.

Tyler: I want 2 meet u.

The speed that I launched my phone away from me almost shocked me more than the text.

Almost.

My heartbeat thrummed in my ears. This was it, I knew I couldn’t avoid him much longer, but, I felt like I couldn’t move. All I could do was stare at my phone like it was the most offensive object in the world. Slowly, I regained mobility and grabbed my phone. I took a deep breath.

“Take a chance, Y/L/N,” I whispered.

Y/N: When and where?

“You’re meeting him tonight?” Jules squealed the next day.

I hushed her as people in the hallway paused to look at us. “Not so loud.” “But this is so exciting. Please let me help you decide what to wear,” Jules pleaded with a pout.

“Sure,” I said.

Jules hugged me. “This is going to be so fun. I won’t go crazy with glitter since this is the first time you’re meeting this guy.”

“Thanks?”

“Do your parents know?” Rue asked.

“No,” I replied as I slowly pulled away from Jules. “They’re coming Senior Night tonight, though. and I’m going to meet him at Mercy Park an hour before it ends.”

“Are you sure you even want to do this? I know that Jules and I tease you about your love life, but, this is risky,” Rue said.

“You weren’t saying that when you were helping me with those pictures the other day,” I shot back.

“That was different. You’re...you’re actually meeting him now and he could be a psychopath or a sociopath or, just, a creepy old guy who likes to look at teenagers!” Rue insisted.

“Rue, relax, everything’s going to be fine.”

“You don’t know that!” She turned on her heel and hurried into the bathroom with Jules and I on her tail.

When we entered, Rue was leaning against the wall, panting and staring up at the ceiling. Jules and I approached her slowly as the girls who were in the bathroom quickly filed out.

“Rue, slow down your breathing,” I said slowly.

“I...I can’t. You-you could get hurt or something and-and I would know about it an-and I-I couldn’t live with that!” Tears burst from her eyes as Rue began pacing and Jules and I were close but gave her room.

“Rue, Y/N is going to be okay, we both know what time she’ll be at the park. If anything happens, we’ll know the area she could be in,” Jules assured her.

Rue shook her head and stopped in her tracks. Then, she looked between us helplessly before bowing her head and sobbing. Jules and I carefully hugged her and let her cry.

“I’m sorry that I’m scared and I care about you and I don’t want you to get hurt,” Rue mumbled into my shirt.

“It’s okay, I appreciate it. I really want to meet Tyler, though, and, I promise I will let you know if something happens, okay?”

Rue nodded and sniffled.

It took Jules about an hour to make me look amazing. I had no idea my hair could be so fluffy and put together until she was done with it. She used eyeliner to make eyes look bigger and rounder and added sparkly lip gloss to make my lips look plumper. After she contoured and highlighted the best places she deemed that her work was done. My outfit, a fitted forest green long-sleeve shirt and fitted black pants with Jadons, was also approved by her.

“Tell me everything later!” she insisted.

Rue couldn’t join us since she had “prior commitments” but I texted her that I would let her know when I head to the park and when I leave. My nerves didn’t let me focus on the soccer game my parents insisted I joined them and my brother at. I couldn’t care less that the forward on one team got a yellow card or that the goalie on the other team made illegal blocks. I was practically buzzing with excitement and fear so much that I had to give my pretzel to Y/B/N. Finally, the third quarter arrived and I told my parents that I would meet them at home since I’d promised Lexi that I would help her with some homework.

Lexi wouldn’t mind being used for a lie this one time; it was an emergency.

I tried to practice some calming deep breaths as I walked over to the park. The dark night sky provided a little bit of comfort to my walk. I wondered how different Tyler would look from the picture in my mind. I wondered if he thought I would look any different. Maybe (hopefully) it wouldn’t matter to either of us.

Finally, I reached the park. It was empty, save for the oak trees scattered throughout the lush green scenery that seemed mysterious under the mooonlight. A few benches and wooden tables were around as well, but, Tyler and I had agreed to meet at the fountain which was further in the park. The breathing exercises had to have helped because I felt much more relaxed and I hoped that everything would go all right.

When I got to the fountain, there was a tall person facing it. All I could make out were dark clothes and broad shoulders. I took another deep breath and kept walking.

“This is a nice spot, you have good taste,” I commented.

“I could say the same for you.” I stopped in my tracks as Nate slowly turned to face me. His face was unreadable but his eyes stayed on me.

“What? Wh-where’s Tyler?” I asked, my voice already hoarse.

Nate glanced down at his shoes. “I’m sorry, I didn’t know how else to talk to you.”

I shook my head. “No.” My vision got blurry but I could tell that Nate was looking up at me now.

“Just let me explain,” he requested softly.

He took a step towards me and I took two steps back .

“I don’t wanna hear it. This....this is some sick joke to you or something?”

“No, never, Y/N, just listen to me.”

“I don’t want to!” The tears rolled down my cheeks and I swiped at them so hard that I thought I scratched myself. At least I could feel something because my heart felt numb. “You catfished me!”

“I just wanted to talk to you, I really do like you, Y/N. Tyler and I are the same, just different names,” Nate insisted, coming closer.

For some reason, I didn’t move. I didn’t know if it was from emotional exhaustion or stress, but, I let him approach me. I kept shaking my head.

“No,” I hiccuped.

“I wanted to meet you tonight because I was tired of lying. I want to figure this, us, out,” Nate said.

I sniffed. “Us?”

At that moment, I could actually see his face and Nate seemed so hopeful. There was a slight smile on his lips and his eyes seemed light for once. Maybe he wanted there to be an “us”. Maybe, despite all logic, he wanted to talk to me seriously and could not do it offline because of his reputation. Maybe, he was over the on-again-off-again situation with Maddy. Maybe, this was my chance, our chance.

I wiped my face again, mentally cringing at how upset Jules would be for my ruining her masterpiece.

“Yeah, us.” Nate stepped closer to me, gently wrapped his arms around my waist, and pulled me into his chest.

Gradually, my muscles relaxed and I relished in the feeling of his strong upper body and his warmth. Then, I began to feel pressure on my waist and gasped as it intensified.

“Nate, you’re...squeezing...too hard,” I rasped out.

And he started laughing, no, cackling. As he laughed, his grip tightened and I continued gasping and clawing at everything I could.

“Nate...stop!”

But he kept laughing and squeezing. When he finally released me, I looked up and saw nothing behind his eyes. Everything in me told me to run, but, I knew he could have easily caught up to me.

“I really thought you were smarter than that, Y/N. C’mon, you couldn’t honestly think that I would do all this to be with you,” he sneered.

“So why do it then?” I asked, my voice so small that I could have kicked myself for it.

Nate sighed and folded his arms. “Because you made it so easy and, to ask for a favor.”

“What? That makes no sense,” I argued. “I told you I owed you one that day you gave me a ride!”

“Yeah, well, I needed to make sure that you were available when I needed you.”

“Whatever, screw you,” I hissed as I pivoted on my heel.

“Too late for you, you’re already screwed.” Nate pulled out a folder from inside his jacket pocket. “Remember those special pictures you sent to Tyler? Well, they count as distribution of child pornography, which has a hefty fine and sentence.”

My mouth opened and closed several times before I faced him and responded. “But...but you held them, doesn’t that count towards possession? And, you’re extorting me!”

Nate glowered at me and stormed over. “Heresay, no solid evidence for your case. Plus, I’m a Jacobs, so, who are you kidding?”

I felt so sick to my stomach that I could have thrown up, fainted, or cried at that moment. This was not real, this could not be real.

“What do you want?” I asked.

“Like I said, just be available when I need you.”

“Fine.”

“Sorry, what was that?” He gripped my chin his hand and forced me to look up at him.

“Okay,” I said softly.

“Hmm.” His eyes scanned my face before he released me. “And if I ever hear you judging my relationship with Maddy again, these pictures are going to be the least of your concern.”

I nodded weakly, regretting every single thing I ever told him. Nate Jacobs was truly the devil. He wandered off into the night like a centurion leaving a victorious battle. It seemed like he always won.

I managed not to start crying until I was on the empty sidewalk. No, I sobbed so bad that my throat went dry.

How could I have been so stupid? I should have known it was him that day Maddy yelled at him for texting all day.

Stupid, stupid, stupid!

My sobs continued as I grabbed my phone and texted Rue.

Y/N: U were right.

#euphoria imagine #nate jacobs imagine

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Summer of Whump Day 22: Sensory Deprivation

Fandom: Naruto

Rating: E

Pairing: Mizuki/Umino Iruka

WC: ~1440

Warnings: Rape/Non-con; Dubious consent; gaslighting (?)

Notes: Gagging, blindfolds, handcuffs. Domestic Violence. Gender-neutral terminology for Iruka's genitalia within the narrative. Hurt/No Comfort (kinda). Name-calling/slurs.

A/N: Can Mizuki have his own Warning? He should come with a warning. This is not a nice fic. It starts off bad and gets worse.

A/N 2: Combo with my Bad Things Happen Bingo Board square: Grabbed by the Hair

Mizuki has his hands on Iruka’s shoulders the minute he’s home, pulling him in for a welcome home kiss. Iruka kisses back with as much energy as he can muster, but the run home from that mission had drained him and he’s just so tired.

“I’ve been waiting,” Mizuki murmurs against his mouth. “Very patiently.”

“Not now,” Iruka pleads. “I need a solid eight hours of sleep first, but then I’m all yours, okay?”

“What? But I waited for you.”

“I know, and I appreciate your patience but I just—”

“I don’t want your appreciation,” Mizuki sneers, shutting his hand around Iruka’s neck and pressing him back against the wall at his back. “I want your hole. You said when you left, as soon as you’re back I could fuck you.”

Iruka swallows against the hand on his neck, forcing himself to keep his arms at his side. “Don’t you want me to be able to help you feel good? I need to sleep first, I wanna be at my best for you.”

“Fuck that, I don’t need your best.” Mizuki takes hold of his hair and drags him down, forcing Iruka to bend over or risk pulling his hair out by the fistful. He cries out softly; Mizuki scoffs back at him and starts leading him to the bedroom by his hair.

“Please, please, I can’t—stop it, Mizuki—not tonight please—it hurts, gods stop you’re hurting me—”

Mizuki throws him through the doorway and Iruka stumbles in and falls to his hands and knees in front of the bed. He drops his head between his shoulders and holds back tears. Mizuki doesn’t like it when he cries.

Mizuki moves around the room behind him. Iruka doesn’t dare move. He breathes deeply, trying to find a calm. If this is going to happen, he may as well enjoy it.

“Ah—!” Iruka is pulled up off his hands by a hand in his hair and while his mouth is open in his cry, Mizuki slips a ball gag between his teeth and buckles it behind his head. The correct response would be to moan appreciatively, Iruka knows, but his moan when he releases it sounds more strained and worried and he knows Mizuki can tell the difference.

Then his hitai-ate is removed and a heavier cloth is tied around his head. Mizuki is methodical in removing his clothes, and Iruka is grateful that he didn’t just cut them off this time. He takes a set of cuffs out of their box and pulls Iruka’s wrists behind his back, and then his wrists being chained together at the small of his back begins to stretch and strain his shoulders. Mizuki didn’t take care to let Iruka find a position he can hold before binding him; he usually does. Iruka holds back a tear threatening to escape, sniffs hard instead.

Iruka really angered him this time.

“I’ll have you when I want to, understand?” Mizuki asks once he’s done. He tips Iruka’s chin up so he can look at him. He doesn’t want an answer, and Iruka knows better now and so doesn’t try to give him one.

If he’d wanted a response, he’d have left Iruka ungagged.

“You are going to be alone for awhile, just like you wanted,” Mizuki's lip curls. “And when I think you’ve learned not to go back on your promises, I’ll come back for you and fuck you like you deserve.”

Iruka loses control of the tear. It slips down his cheek. He’s done this to himself—

“Fucking pussy,” Mizuki pushes the heavy cloth over his eyes and taps him on the forehead, a signal to sit back on his heels.

It’s dark, his shoulders ache from being pulled back, and his lips are stretched out around the ball gag, spit already dripping out of the sides of his mouth. Iruka can do nothing but wait until Mizuki comes back.

And then a paper tag is pressed against his chest and Iruka chokes—he wouldn’t, they’re in a civilian quarter, an exploding tag could—

“You have your uses,” Mizuki admits dryly. “Like these tags you made for us, so I can get you screaming and the neighbors won’t notice. I wonder what happens if it’s activated on a person, instead of a bedroom.”

Iruka trembles. It’s chilly in the room, naked and exposed.

The tag activates.

And Iruka is left blinded, silenced, still… and deafened.

He sobs through the gag; he can’t hear his own cries and it makes him cry harder. He can’t hear Mizuki’s footsteps around the room anymore. And he’s not secure in using the echolocation-chakra technique he’s been developing. If Mizuki notices him using chakra right now, he’ll find a way to make this punishment worse.

He should have just let Mizuki fuck him. He would have slept great after a good, hard fuck.

Iruka waits for Mizuki to come back. He always comes back.

Iruka drifts into something close to sleep, his chin disgusting with spit and the blindfold heavier with his tears.

He’s woken up by a hand pulling his hair back, exposing the line of his throat. He whines, feeling the vibrations in his teeth. The paper tag is peeled away from his chest and he can hear again. The crying starts anew, this time from relief.

The gag is unbuckled and yanked from his mouth. He gasps, licks his lips, and begins to babble.

“I’m sorry, I’m so sorry, I should have let you—I didn’t keep my promise and I’m sorry please don’t—”

“Fuck, shut up or I’ll gag you again.”

Iruka shuts his mouth. It hurts his jaw to do so, but he has to make Mizuki happy. He’d do anything to make Mizuki happy.

“Now, I think you’ve learned your lesson?”

Iruka nods.

“And you won’t deny me your body ever again, will you?”

Iruka vehemently shakes his head.

“Aww, baby, I know. It sucks when you have to be punished. And you know I hate to do it.” He can hear Mizuki’s zipper being pulled down, and then the smell of Mizuki's musk is right in front of his nose.

“I’ll let you decide how I finish your punishment. You want my cock on your tongue, or in your hole?”

There’s a right and wrong answer here, Iruka knows. And even though he loves blowing Mizuki… he’d wanted something specific.

Iruka shuffles back a little, and then leans forward in a crunch to put his forehead on the floor, raising his hips at the same time. He relaxes his shoulders as best he can; his wrists still bound at the small of his back make it difficult. He flexes, pushes his knees apart, and tries his best to hide the tears in his voice as he says, “Fuck me, please, Mizuki.”

The first touch of a finger to his hole, the first soft touch he’s had in hours, makes him sigh and moan.

“Very good,” Mizuki purrs.

He chose right.

Iruka listens while Mizuki jerks himself off behind him, feeling embarrassed and also strangely flattered that he’s being used like this. Mizuki touches him with his other hand, one probing finger in his hole. The heat from his blush warms his whole face. Mizuki’s dick finally slides into him and it feels so good to feel after hours of sensory deprivation that he moans, loud and depraved.

“Fucking whore. Always such a slut for my cock.”

Mizuki comes inside him. It hurts—it’s wonderful—it’s terrible—he feels so loved—

He pulls out and goes away. Cum drips out of him and down his legs. Mizuki hasn’t told him he’s done; Iruka shouldn’t move. He doesn’t.

Mizuki pulls Iruka upright and takes the blindfold off. The light in the room stings, but he blinks away the pain and revels in Mizuki’s gentle hands stroking his cheeks. “Now, next time I wanna have sex, you just get naked and have fun with me, hmm? And then we don’t have to put you in time-out like a child. I hate when you make me do things like this, Iruka; I know you can be good. Will you be good next time?”

Iruka nods, over and over until Mizuki grabs his hair again and stops him. He pulls Iruka over to the bedside and has him kneel before him. Iruka’s confused—why hasn’t Mizuki released his hands yet?

And then Mizuki puts the gag back in his mouth and Iruka resists the urge to cry again. He’s allowed to lay his head in Mizuki’s lap, and Mizuki runs his fingers through Iruka’s hair, plays with his stretched out lips.

His punishment must not be over. He deserves this.

#summerofwhump #summerofwhump22 #sensory deprivation #bad things happen bingo #grabbed by the hair #fanfic #umino iruka #mizuki #my writing

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