#also want his fingers in my mouth but that's neither here nor there | Explore Tumblr Posts and Blogs

straykeedz · 7 months

Text

day 19: changbin + spit kink

©straykeedz

tw: oral sex (f receiving); hints at edging; changbin calls you baby and good girl (once); unprotected piv sex (don’t do this at home 🤨); creampie; hints at changbin eating you out after he’s cum inside of you; ♡

wc: 1,9k;

this is part of my kinktober masterlist. you can find my regular masterlist here (tho it will not be updated until the end of kinktober) ♡

🔖 (open): @linos-kitten ; @luneskies ; @kxcies-blog ; @idunnomanmynamewastaken ; @cessixja ; @stolasisyourparent ; @kookiesbunny ; @xoxo-xoxo-bunny ; @ivyskzsworld ; @mal-lunar-28 ; @leetaste ; @sunnykynnie ; @channiesgoodgirl ; @seonghwatoothless ; @mrsminho ; @seungminluv3 ; @jin-from-the-block ; @aaasia111 ; @sulkygyu ; @whosanaanyway ; @y-ur--I ; @vixensss ; @nightimescapes ; @freckleboilix ; @dreamingaboutjisung ; @yourbeomiebear ; ♡

to make sure i add you to the taglist, your age must be clearly visible on your profile. also, empty blogs will not be added - add at least a profile picture to your blog so that i’ll know you’re not a bot. ♡

smut below the cut, minors dni.

✦

Changbin long debated whether his favorite thing to eat is French fries or pasta.

In the end, he concluded that it’s your pussy.

Especially when you’re at the dorms visiting him just to spend some time with him - somehow his face always ends up between your leg, his hot tongue lapping at your folds. He loves watching you struggle to keep quiet, trying to keep it down as he devours your pussy, messy and wet with both his saliva and your own arousal - a juicy mixture of your fluids that he loves to smear around with his fingers before wrapping his lips around them to taste both your flavors and how they combine deliciously.

It drives him crazy, it makes him go absolutely feral to the point he just has to take you - impatient to feel your tight walls wrapped around him, sucking him in with every thrust. It makes him want to lose himself in the feeling of sinking inside of you over and over again until you cease to be two separate entities and become one.

That’s how much he likes your pussy. And no, he doesn’t just like pussy in general - he likes your pussy specifically.

He loves to eat it when you’re standing and he’s on his knees in front of you. You could be wearing a skirt or a pair of jeans or literally any other thing in the world - he wouldn’t care. His face would always find a way to end up buried in your pussy. Always. And he’d lift his eyes to meet yours as his mouth is wrapped around your clit and his strong, firm hands keep your thighs spread just enough for him to fit between them. His strong arms would make sure to hold you in place as your legs begin to tremble when you reach your high, and he’d waste no time in licking you clean, swallowing your sweet release.

He loves to eat you out right before pushing his cock inside of you - bonus point if you’re with your ass up and face down. He’d one hundred percent let a gobble of his spit land on your folds, before attacking them with his tongue and lips, getting you nice and ready to take his cock.

But most of all - Changbin loves eating your pussy when you’re spread on his bed, legs open wide and your beautiful pussy on full display for his eyes only. He’d be damned if anyone else saw you like that - it’s a sight reserved for him. It drives him fucking wild to the point his brain would soon short-circuit.

Like today.

You showed up to his dorm in sexy outfit that drove him crazy - it was neither a revealing dress nor a short skirt, no. You were wearing your favorite pair of black jeans and his oversized t-shirt - and boy, does Changbin love it when you wear his clothes. In his mind, it’s a nonverbal form of saying “Hey, don’t look at me, I have a super sexy boyfriend who won’t hesitate to break you in half!” - it isn’t, actually, but he likes to think the opposite.

Anyhow, less than twenty minutes later, you’re on your back on Changbin’s mattress wearing nothing but that t-shirt, and his face’s between your legs, devouring your pussy as if it were his last meal, as he rests the palms of his hand on each of your thighs, making sure to keep them nice and spread for him as he traces gentle circular shapes on your inner thighs with his thumbs.

After at least ten minutes spent making out with your clit, pulling away and smirking at you every time he could feel you were getting closer, he finally lifts his head. Looking you in the eye, you see him collect his saliva in his mouth, before letting it drip past his lips, finally landing on your clit and folds. Despite being a clean and tidy person - Changbin likes sex messy and sloppy. He loves to make a mess between your legs, it just gives him an excuse to clean it up later.

“Perfect little pussy.”, he grunts as he spreads his spit on your clit and labia with his fingers - his cold touch makes you shiver. “Wanna eat it all the time.”, he runs his digits up and down your folds, teasing your entrance.

“You already do.”, you point out, shaking you head while smirking at him.

“You complaining?”, he chuckles, lifting his eyes to meet yours.

“No, you know I love when you- fuck…”, you’re cut off by his lips wrapping around your clit unexpectedly. “Fuck, just like that.”, you entangle your fingers in his dark hair as the tip of his tongue works magic on your sensitive spot, teasing it repeatedly.

Then, he pulls away - again -, making you let out a frustrated grunt. “You love it when I…?”, he encourages you to finish the sentence you’d started. He enjoys teasing you a little too much - maybe you should pay him back by giving him a taste of his own medicine.

“I love it when you eat me out.”, you breathe heavily as he resumes swirling his tongue around your clit, silently praying he lets you finish this time - you’re getting more and more desperate with every touch.

“Mhhh…” an open-mouthed kiss on your clit, “…then cum for me, baby.”, he mutters against your pussy, slipping two fingers inside of you at the same time, not wasting time in rubbing your g-spot, delicately yet relentlessly - wet, squelching sounds filling his bedroom as his movements send you over the edge.

Changbin has a favorite sound - and it’s the small, timid whimper you let out when you cum, biting your lower lip in order to not be too loud, as you tug at his curls, pressing his face against your pussy as you ride your orgasm out. His favorite sound in the whole world.

And he also has a habit - a recurrent thing he does every time he’s finished eating you out. He spits the mixture of your release and his saliva back on your pussy, then licks it up once again and, finally, he swallows it all.

You’ve always wondered how it tastes - the combination of your flavors. Is it sweet? Is it buttery? Is it thick or runny? However, you’ve always been too embarrassed to ask him to let you taste it, since you’ve never done it before. However, tonight Changbin can see it in your eyes. He sees it in the way your stare is set on him in awe, curiosity, lust; he sees it in the way you’re licking your lower lip.

So he doesn’t swallow your sweet release.

Instead, he climbs on the bed until his body is hovering over yours, knees on each side of your hips as he balances his body on his strong arm, muscles flexed and big. Then, he squeezes your cheeks, forcing your lips to part and your mouth to open. He looks you in the eye, looking for any sign of uncertainty in your eyes, but he only finds eagerness.

Then, he lets his spit fall directly in your mouth and it’s his turn to let out a muffled whimper when he sees your eyes roll back in your head, breathing heavily through your nose as you gladly swallow all of it, humming.

“You swallowed it all, baby?”, he can’t help how desperate he sounds, cock rock hard in the confines of his sweats. You nod, opening your eyes to look at him while biting your lip. “You liked it?”, he asks, caressing your cheek.

“Mhh, I did.”, you moan, palming his hard cock over his sweats.

He whimpers, closing his eyes for a quick moment before opening them again, his gaze set on you. “Yeah?”, he licks his lower lip. “You like it when I spit in your mouth?”

It’s filthy, what’s he’s asking you - dirty, and absolutely arousing. You nod eagerly once again.

“Yeah? You like it?”, you both moan. “Do you want me to do it again?”

You nod, sticking your tongue out - and you feel his cock throb under your touch. And he does it again, he spits in your mouth once again, directly on your tongue this time, as his fingers squeeze your cheeks. And you swallow once again while slipping your hand under the waistband of his sweats, taking his hard cock out, stroking him a couple of time.

“Again?”, he asks, voice quivering a bit.

“Mh-hm.”, you hum, and he’s about to spit in your mouth once again when you stop him. “While inside of me.”, you whisper.

“Hm?”

“Want you to do it while you fuck me.”, you whimper, jerking him off slowly.

Changbin takes his clothes off at the speed of light, tossing them somewhere in his room, helps you take your t-shirt off, and then his body is back on yours. He eases his cock inside of you, bottoming out in one motion while you wrap your legs around his hips, entangling your legs with his.

He gives a couple of tentative thrusts inside of you, moving his cock inside of you deep and slow, enjoying the way you feel around him - the best feeling in the world. He places soft kiss on your lips as he fucks into you delicately, and when you stick your tongue out once again, he knows you want him to do it again. You want him to spit him in your mouth.

He gathers his saliva in his mouth before letting it drip past his lips as he thrusts inside of you, snapping his hips faster. After you’ve swallowed, he licks your lips. “My filthy baby.”, he grunts, hips colliding with yours. “My baby likes it when I spit in her mouth?”, the words are rolling off his tongue naturally, he’s not really processing the words that leave his mouth.

“Binnie…”, you stick your fingernails in the flesh of his ass and tug at his hair with your other hand - the way he’s dirty talking to you is bringing you close to another orgasm. “Like it.”, is all you manage to say - head spinning from the pleasure his cock is bringing you, brushing your g-spot with every movement.

“Open up, baby.” Changbin grunts. “Gonna spit inside your pretty little mouth once again. You gonna swallow it all like a good girl, aren’t you?”, he moans, and you can tell he’s close too by the way his legs are starting to shake.

You nod eagerly. “Yes, wanna be your good girl. Gonna swallow it all, give it to me.”, you whimper.

His hand holds your jaw as he spits in your mouth once more, looking you in the eye as you swallow his fluid. He bites his lip as he feels you clench around him, and when you whimper, he knows you’re cumming on his cock - nails digging in his flesh, toes curling as your release coats his cock and balls.

“Binnie, baby, cumming.”

It only takes him a few more thrusts to finish, emptying himself inside of you with a deep, hoarse grunt as your tight walls milk his cock beautifully. His body falls on yours, and you both stay like this for a while while catching your breaths, your delicate fingers brushing his curls as he toys with the end of your hair. Then, after he’s made sure you’ve both recovered, he pulls his now limp cock out of you and lifts his body from yours.

You think he’s just going to get water or something - instead, you see his head disappearing between your legs once again, before you feel his hot tongue on your pussy.

“You’re in for a long night, baby.”

✦

------------------------------------------------------------------------------

-> reblog and leave feedback (in tags is also cool!!) to support me if you enjoyed reading my works and to let me know your thoughts, i love reading your thoughts on my works! ♡

486 notes · View notes

honeybeefae · 23 days

Text

From DumeDoresArmy: For smutty Tuesday can I request high lord eris and his mate please ( either when he becomes high lord or just a peaceful afternoon your choice )

anything for my high lord eris bb, ANYTHING also this was SO CUTE AND FUN AND I LOVE IT

High Lord and Lady (Eris Vanserra x Reader)

WARNINGS: Smut, 18+, Semi-Public Sex, Dirty Talk

You were the very image of beauty. Eris made sure you were wearing the finest dresses, cloaked in the prettiest jewels, you wanted for nothing. After becoming High Lord, he was quick to name you High Lady, daring anyone to disagree as he personally put the crown on your head.

No one did, of course. Eris was terrifying enough without the title of High Lord, but now?

He was unstoppable.

The throne room erupted into applause when the two of you stood, your heads high as you smiled at your mate. It was finally over; the battle was won, and his father was six feet under. Well, he was actually charred to a crisp, but that was neither here nor there.

"It's time for the feast, my Lord." One of the advisors whispered to Eris, avoiding eye contact.

"Go ahead. I need to speak to my High Lady alone." He waved his hand dismissively, taking your hand and leading you to a side door by the thrones.

"But my Lord, your-" The advisor tries to call him but he quickly shuts up with a glare from Eris, gulping whatever words he still had to say. You looked behind you, watching as the music and party started without you, before a light tug brought you back to your mate.

"What's the matter?" You ask, watching him shut the door behind you. "I thought everything went well. Did you see something? Or someone?"

"Shhhh," Eris whispers, pushing you against the cool, mossy stone of the hallway. His hand cups over your mouth and your eyebrows furrow as you give him a quizzical look. "Everything is fine, my love."

"Then why are we back here and not out there?" You mumble through his hand, frowning.

"I had to pull you away...to admire you more closely," He smirks, grabbing one of your hands and guiding it down until you could feel his straining erection through his leathers. "Seeing you up there with this crown, dressed so refined, it took all of my strength not to take you right there in front of everyone."

Your eyes widen, and your breath catches as he grinds his hips against the front of your dress, his forehead dropping to touch yours as he groans quietly. It grew several degrees warmer as you try to shimmy out of your dress, wanting to feel his lips and the cool air against your skin.

However, a loud knock on the door makes the both of you jump as the advisor speaks through the door. He asks if everything is alright, to which Eris sends him away with a snappy response before those amber eyes turn back to you.

"We don't have much time..." You murmur, raising your hand to cup his jaw and trace his bottom lip. He regards you for a moment, fighting some battle inside his head, before he crashes his lips against yours.

"We have enough." He moans, biting down on your lip until you taste copper. "Take off your underwear. Now."

You don't hesitate, hiking up the skirt of your dress and sliding it down your legs. He watches as he undoes the laces of his pants, not bothering to take off his embroidered jacket or shirt. A giggle escapes your lips as you hold out the lacy fabric on one finger, dangling it in front of him teasingly.

Eris all but growls and pushes you back against the wall, your crown tilting slightly as he grabs your legs and wraps them around his hips. You moan when you feel the tip of his length rub against your folds, coating them in your slick that was getting more and more wet.

"I wonder what the other lords and ladies of the court would think if they saw you like this," He chuckles darkly, grabbing your face and squishing it between his fingers. "To see their High Lady taking her mate's cock, watching her beg for it."

"Please, Eris!" You moan, opening your mouth when his thumb presses against your still-bleeding lip. He groans when you start to suck on it and swirl your tongue around.

"Just like that, little fox," He praises, stilling his ruts so that he can line himself up to your hole. "Beg for it."

"Fuck, I need it. I need your cock so bad, High Lord." You mewl, watching as his demeanor changes over the title use. "Fuck me, use me, just please-"

You don't have time to finish the sentence as he thrusts into you in one go, stretching out painfully. It doesn't phase you, though; your body craves the pain with the pleasure as he starts fucking you carnally.

"Cry for me, my love. Let them hear you," Eris demands, his own crown falling forward as wisps of auburn hair fall out of their intricate braids. "Mother above, you're fucking perfect."

Moans and whines are all that you can vocalize as you wrap your arms around his neck for leverage, your pussy aching at the power of his thrusts. He was no better, his head forehead resting against yours once more as you watch each other come closer and closer to the edge.

Your hips go down just right and allow him to rub against your spot, your nails threatening to rip through his jacket as you scream. Eris grins, baring his teeth, as he focuses on hitting it over and over again. He plays your body like his favorite instrument, making you sing a song only he can compose.

The music and laughter come under the door, reminding the two of you where you were supposed to be, but this only spurs your mate on further.

"One day, I will fuck you on your throne," He growls, kissing you fiercely. "Have everyone watch how good you take my cock, how greedy your little pussy is for their High Lord. Would you like that, my love? To show everyone how you are mine and I am yours?"

"Y-yes!" You whimper, mouth hanging open as the coil in your lower abdomen starts to tighten.

"You may be their High Lady but deep down, deep down, you're just my little whore, aren't you?" Eris whispers into your ear, his hands falling to grab your hips bruisingly as he increases the speed.

"Fuck, yes!" You nod, your walls starting to flutter around his length. "Always yours, only yours, fuck Eris please I'm so close!"

"Good girl," He snarls, forcing you to look at him. "Good fucking girl. Cum all over my cock, my love. Make sure everyone hears you come undone."

It takes no further encouragement as you shout his name, your moans turning to cries as he fucks you through one of the most intense orgasms of your life. Your entire body shakes, your vision zeroing in on his face as you watch him follow you in bliss.

The pulsing of his cock as he paints your inner walls makes you groan, your name falling off of his lips like a prayer as he slams inside you two more times before stilling.

Both of you are struggling to catch your breath as you come down from your highs, your legs shaky as he slowly lowers you back to the ground. Eris watches as you try to get back to presentable, fixing your crown before turning to fix his as well.

You stop when he grasps your wrists, stopping you from stepping away and instead pulling you into his chest.

"I love you, my High Lady." Eris smiles, a genuine one that makes your heart stop.

"I love you too, my High Lord," You raise up on your tiptoes to kiss his cheek, straightening out his jacket. "But feel free to treat me like your whore anytime."

Eris laughs boisterously, grabbing you and kissing you once more before the advisor starts feverishly knocking again.

"In a minute!" You both call out, giggling at the frustrated huff on the other side.

169 notes · View notes

ilycosy · 4 months

Note

subby whiny coryo🤭

sub coryo is literally my fav kind ,,, how did u know are u in my walls ??!?!? this is w post!peacekeeper him bc ... i love the buzzcut

also :) hi tbosas fandom !!

you could hear his footsteps before you officially see him, returning back from the districts to you. his footsteps are heavier than last time— and he seems to have bulked up, broad shoulders now more muscular than scrawny like before.

you smooth out your dress before wrapping your arms around his neck, allowing him to take the lead while in public. his buzzed head tickles the side of your neck as he breathes you in, hands finding their way to your soft hips. he hums in contentment.

"c'mon, coryo, we have a party to go to." you mumble against his shoulder, knowing that the last place he wants to be is a party. but it'd help his social status, especially since the plinths are throwing the party.

by the time you both had cleaned up for the party and arrived, many people were downing posca like it was water (which, you could argue that it was to the elites.) so you and coriolanus didn't have to do much socializing, a simple nod and compliment going a long way.

you were engaging in a conversation with a random elite, somebody that neither you nor coriolanus cared for, when you felt a hand sliding from your back to your ass. you didn't bother with looking, already knowing that it was your impatient boyfriend.

coriolanus was an uptight and elitist boy when you met him, just beginning at the academy— he still is, but now you like to think that he's become more of a man than that boy you knew. so eager to prove himself and his power to everyone, including you.

his hand attempted to go up the dress, but you stopped him before he got ahead of himself. "my love," you said with a small laugh, resting your hand on his bicep. "will you please get me something to drink?"

he almost pouted before realizing what you asked of him, you never drank. his small frown turned into a charming smile as he pressed a soft kiss to the inner corner of your mouth, "of course my dear."

which is how you two ended up here, in the bathroom of an extravagant house belonging to a family that honestly shouldn't even like coriolanus. making out like he was about to go back to peacekeeping (which, he'd never do. he missed you too much.) your glossed lips left sticky colorful marks on his pale skin, marking him as yours.

your hand was wrapped around his pretty weeping cock, slowly jerking him off while you kissed him dumb. drinking up the whines that left his mouth while he grinded into your hand, his pent-up self finally being able to be relieved after the time in the districts.

"did ya' miss me?" you asked teasingly, thumbing his tip while he tried to steel himself. his blue eyes welling up with tears as he shys away from your hand, his cock leaking precum all over your manicured hand. "did you coryo?"

he gulped, which would've looked a bit silly if you both weren't so turned on. he nodded, his reddening face blurring together as tears slip. "missed y'so much miss," he slurred, a throaty noise coming out as he hid in your neck. "needed you, s'much."

you giggled and pressed another kiss to his bruised lips, licking them until he opened his mouth— only to pull back and let him pant openly. "well you have me now sweetheart," you assured him, pulling your hand away from him to rest your precum slicked fingers in his open mouth. "what do you think we should do? to make up for lost time.."

#cosywriting #cosynsfw #cosyreqs #coriolanus snow #coriolanus snow smut #snow smut #coriolanus x reader #coriolanus snow x reader #coriolanus snow x you #coriolanus snow x female!reader #coriolanus snow x y/n #coriolanus snow fanfiction #coriolanus snow fic #🎀 asks #snowswrld

213 notes · View notes

myuni-moon · 9 months

Text

#Ink Splotches

—Synopsis: Dan Heng has never liked being reminded of his past, but no matter how hard he tries, some things just stay.

—Pairing(s)/Character(s): Dan Heng x GN!Reader

—Genre: Yandere (Sensitive content ahead)

—Warning(s): Dark content, yandere, possessive, stalking, Dan Heng is a creep that likes to watch people sleep, reader's gender isn't specified but they're described with the word "pretty," reader is shorter than Dan Heng, a/b/o-ish themes (Dan Heng goes feral), mentions of hypothetical choking

—Word Count: 2.4k

—Note: Some of these I'm making up, so please discern the information here as just headcannons for Dan Heng. Most of this was written prior to any updates about Dan Heng's past, so please excuse the discrepancies. Also this is darker than some of my previous works, so proceed with caution.

Dan Heng never liked discussing his past, never did enjoy doing anything that reminded him of it either– save for a few things, of course. He liked reading. Him deciding to use the library as his quarters alone was a testament to that. If that wasn’t enough, you could always catch him reading in his spare time with the few pocketbooks he stored under his coat. It was something he used to do on slow days when he hopped from one station to another, and it stayed with him even after joining the Express. He liked the food in the Xianzhou Luofu, too. Despite the initial hesitance, he came to enjoy the multitude of flavors that coated his tongue. The cuisine may have been similar, but it was so much better than the staleness of his day-to-day in the past.

Most of all, he liked calligraphy– though it was an activity most inhabitants of the Express didn’t exactly know he partook in. Dan Heng couldn’t quite remember how he learned it or when he even did (out of his own mind wanting to block out any memory of that time), but the hobby gave him peace of mind. There was something about the careful concentration of the brush on parchment and the orderly manner in which each stroke was placed that lulled his mind into a quiet away from the chaos of time. Perhaps that’s why he never felt all too bothered by the constant whirs of the machinery that surrounded his quarters. The constant white noise distracted his mind just enough for him to dwell on anything but the skeletons in his closet.

The low table before him was ready and set, and the door remained locked to any outsiders that could interrupt. The scroll was blank, but the brush in his hand had already collected ink. The dark liquid dripped onto a container as Dan Heng stared into the white void in contemplation. He sighed. Doing calligraphy that day was meant to calm him, something to ease him out of whatever stressed him.

The data bank whirred on and on, yet no matter how many minutes passed, his hands could conjure nothing– neither a single stroke nor flinch. If anyone were to watch him, he’d look like a statue. It was quiet. It was peaceful even if nothing even happened. However, disarray plagued his mind and soul.

It was simply a stray thought at first, something just a little more impulsive than how he usually thought of his companions. You looked tranquil, he supposed as he kept watch that night. Belobog was cold, and he could see your breath puff out of your mouth with every rise and fall of your chest. The campfire’s heat tickled and licked at your skin as it illuminated your features with a warmth that painted you in an innocence far divorced from your typical image. Even when the hardships of battle befell your little party, you always slept soundly, peacefully. Dan Heng remembered a time when he wished for that too– to sleep as if the horrors didn’t haunt him at night. The way the shadows danced across your face, the wrinkle of your nose whenever a stray snowflake found its way a little too close, or the twitch in your fingers as you searched for warmth– he craved it if he was being honest. Maybe too much, even because every time he stayed up, he always stared at you sometime into the night.

You looked pretty, he admitted a few nights later. Once again, he had taken the role of lookout. Again, he watched you with fascination and envy. He twirled a tassel of your jacket around his fingers, careful not to tug hard enough to awaken you. It was like a switch was flipped in his head because as he looked at you now, he could feel something in his spine tingle. An urge long buried and forgotten with the rest of himself that was slowly trying to dig itself out from the facade of indifference he put together. He tried composing himself first, isolating his mind and shoving whatever it was that tried getting out back into the deepest, darkest parts of his brain.

It was okay after that. Dan Heng was back to normal, and everything went back to how it was before. Once you completed your mission, you all went back to The Astral Express. Himeko and Pompom welcomed you back aboard, and Mr. Yang dismissed you all to your rooms to rest before setting out on trailblazing once more. As per usual, Dan Heng only holed himself up back in his room with the piles of data he compiled during your time in Belobog to be sorted. The blue screen before him had already started to burn his eyes as he propped his elbow on the desk. His head rested on his palm. He had already read through half the files when someone knocked on the door. Instinctively, he checked the time. It was way past the time for someone else to be awake at that hour. It couldn’t be Himeko, Mr. Yang, or Pompom; he knew they went to bed earlier than the rest of the crew aboard. March was unlikely to be awake either because he had already heard her snoring a few hours ago. That only left–

“Dan Heng, are you still awake?” You.

The man gulped as he jumped to his feet, and his heart thrummed beneath his ribcage. His footsteps felt heavy, slowly making his way to the entrance. In hindsight, Dan Heng shouldn’t have even paid attention to your call. Maybe it was the fatigue and tiredness that relaxed his self-restraint, enough for his hands to get a grip on the handle; however, he was more than used to snapping himself back to reality. In a sliver of a second, he was able to catch himself. All his muscles seized up, and his breathing went ragged.

Just what was he doing? His control over himself had slowly been slipping, and for what? There was no warning, no transition. There was no logic either in why his usual disposition had crumbled. There was nothing unusual from that first night, and it didn’t feel any more weird the days after. In fact, everything was just how it normally was for him. Sure, he loosened a few restraints and came to terms to the thoughts floating around his head - but that was rational, surely. So, why did static start to settle under his skin the longer he kept you outside? Why did his nails dig into his palms every time you laughed? Why did he feel like breaking the door down when he could just simply open it?

Nervously, Dan Heng eyed Cloud-Piercer, stowed away in a corner of the room. The orb in its clutch glowing ever so faintly in the dim brightness, its calm twinkle a stark difference to the instability swirling within his veins. With his current condition, it was dangerous. Extremely so. He wanted to tell you to go away, to have the others take him far from the rest. His unshakable calm was slowly diminishing, and his fears of losing control only made it worse. But something in him just didn’t want to.

“Dan Heng?” God, could you just stop saying his name? He could feel himself slipping.

“Dan Heng, are you there?” The handle started to rattle, his shaky hands flexing as he fought for control.

“Dan Heng, open the door, please?”

The mechanisms of the door whirred as it slid open. You stood so close, too close to what he would deem safe. Yet, the moment he saw you, everything went quiet. It wasn’t just the dead silence of space. The thoughts in his head had calmed down. The pins and needles that pricked his fingertips had vanished. It was as if nothing ever happened. Dan Heng blinked, bringing his palm up to his chest. His heartbeat was normal– stable even– as he gazed down at you. The strangeness of the whole ordeal shook him. Never in his life had he experienced the way his mind and body tumbled the moment before. He’d have to alert Himeko or Mr. Yang of the changes the next morning.

“Is there something you need?” His demeanor returned to normal, too.

You looked down at the ground sheepishly, shifting your balance from one foot to another. Your lips were pressed together in a thin line, leaving your cheeks to puff up. Your gaze even shifted from side to side until you looked up at him. Innocent, he noted. Your eyes reminded him of a doe’s. “Well, I couldn’t sleep. I just thought you might be awake, too.”

“I’m sorry to disturb you at this time of night, but can I stay with you?”

He wanted to say no, to bring back the iciness on his tongue and the dismissiveness of his tone. Yet, before he could even think to say it, his mouth had already moved. “Alright.”

You smiled so sweetly, immediately slipping beside him and into his room. His arm brushed your skin as your fingers grazed his knuckles. The hairs on Dan Heng’s body all stood up. A static washed upon his ears, drowning out all other noise as if it had been stuffed full of cotton. It was a minuscule interaction, but it was electrifying. But just as his senses dampened, they would heighten. Soon, he found himself hyper-aware of the beat of your heart, the way he could count each beat with only his ears. His eyes had zeroed in on your movements, everything slowing down cinematically– which he would have found humorous if it weren’t for the fact that something animalistic started to crawl its way out of Dan Heng’s carefully maintained self-constraints.

A part of him howled, growled, and gnawed for him to shed his shell. A beast, running only on its instincts, began to awaken after being forced into hibernation. His humanity couldn’t battle against it, and it could only give way to the feral force lest Dan Heng risked losing himself completely.

Can’t you smell them? It crooned at him. He could– fuck, he definitely could. You smelled so sweet to the point his mouth started to water with every whiff he took. Your scent was so appealing, and he wasn’t even referring to body wash or cologne; it was just you. You never smelled like that before. Maybe it was because of his true nature coming to light that he was able to, but he couldn’t help but want to be enveloped by it.

Don’t they look so perfect, so pretty? You did. You always did even when he couldn’t bring himself to admit it. He could just imagine the cute smile you showed him seconds ago, and he couldn’t help but want to release a guttural purr at the fact that it was directed toward him and him alone. Then it hit him.

You want them all to yourself. That’s right. Dan Heng wanted you all to himself.

After all, what was stopping him? If he really wanted to, he could just knock you out on your next adventure, abduct you right then and there, then take you to wherever he saw fit– as long as it meant keeping you with him without having any such disturbances. You’d think a more rational– dare say, human– part of him would’ve realized the morality of his thoughts, perhaps even chase them away and put himself into self-confinement until he came back to his senses. But no.

No, if anything, it only served to smooth out the rough edges of his devious plan. Starting with places to go when he finally had you in his grasp. The routes from place to place, just to avoid other trailblazers and authorities that may have picked up on his bounty. Suppose he’d use drugs or physical force to get you to be cooperative enough to go with him (as if you’d have a choice). Then when he was sure you two were finally alone, he’d put his claim on you with a bite to your pretty neck– but that didn’t sound as appealing as giving you his mark right now. All he needed to do was wrap his hands around your neck and-

A crack snapped him out of his stupor and away from the image of you in his mind. Dan Heng retracted himself back into the present. His draconic gaze settled on his workplace before clicking his tongue. He had applied too much pressure to the brush; one remnant still sits in his hand while the other half had found itself in a farther place. The paper was in no better condition. In some areas, the ink had bled through, creating large splotches of dark, foreboding circles on the page. What were supposed to be detailed strokes had become near-erratic in the time span he was stuck in his imagination. The man frowned and sighed.

However, his eyes brightened when they flit to the very center of the page. Amidst all the chaos and rage that had been thrown into the work, your name remained neat in the expanse of Dan Heng’s mental deterioration. Fitting, he supposed.

Without another word, he cleaned up. He didn’t need March barging in and finding the evidence of his deep affection for you. He disposed of the calligraphy brush (begrudgingly. It meant he’d have to go back to the Luofu to attain another).

Straightening himself out, he left his room towards the parlor. Pom-pom, as always, came to greet him. The small bunny skipped over to him, tilting its head as it inspected him. The conductor of the Astral Express pointed to his robe.

“You’re not usually this untidy, Dan Heng.”

Dan Heng looked at the area the bunny referenced. On his green robe, typically free of any stain, was a noticeably-sized black dot. It must’ve been from his haphazard movement earlier. If he didn’t exercise any self-control, he might’ve let out a laugh under his breath.

“It is nothing,” he waved a hand dismissively. Truthfully, it felt almost entertaining to see the naivety of the conductor to the obscenity happening within its very own train. He thought it was poetic– comical, almost– how it looked as if it had been a subtle sign of the corruption happening to Dan Heng. Or maybe, he’d always been this way, waiting for that sick part of him to finally run rampant. Dan Heng side-stepped and proceeded on his way as if everything had been fine. His lips curled into a smirk the moment Pom-pom could no longer see his face.

“Just an ink splotch.”

#hsr.dan heng #honkai star rail x reader #hsr x reader #star rail x reader #dan heng x reader #yandere x reader #yandere dan heng x reader #yandere honkai star rail x reader #yandere hsr x reader #yandere star rail x reader

497 notes · View notes

generalhumancloudalmond · 7 months

Text

Puzzle

Platonic!Yandere!Kafka x Child!Fem!Reader

'I thought after his death he would give me his projects, not the child, if I would help him! Stop looking at me like that! You useless, short-lived brat!'

You sat quietly in a stall on the territory of the divination commission and prayed to all possible aeons that neither the cloud knights nor the monsters of Mara would find you tonight. In your hands, you randomly sorted through the puzzle that your father gave you before his death, now more than ever it helped you calm down and distract yourself. Ideally, you wanted to escape from Xianzhou and never come back. Such a short-lived brat as you have nothing to do here.

Suddenly, your peace was disturbed by approaching footsteps. Knights?... Mara's monsters?... In the blink of an eye, you prayed that they were knights. If someone will gonna find you, then let it be knights! However...

There was a growl. The man in front of you was like a wild beast that was about to pounce on you. You saw him swing his sword sharply, and have already managed to say goodbye to life.

"Bladie, listen to me..."

Tears immediately ran down your cheeks when you realized that you were almost killed. The fear of death hit you so hard that you practically didn't hear what that woman was saying to her friend.

"Child, could you please vacate this kiosk for an indefinite amount of time?"

Not remembering yourself, you flew out of a small room and sat down nearby.

"Thanks. Also, could you be very quiet?"

You nodded your head, unconsciously, and clamped your hands over your mouth. You're lucky that this woman was too busy at that moment, and you had a couple of minutes to recover.

Out of the corner of your eye, you started watching her with curiosity and caution. Your little fingers were still sorting through the puzzle. After a couple of seconds, you looked into the corner of your eye again and shuddered when you caught her gaze.

"Hmm... And what is a kid like you doing late at night in a place teeming with monsters? Are you lost? Or maybe you're hiding from someone?"

Your heart skipped a beat and she laughed softly at your face.

"So you are hiding. Relax, I won't give you away. To tell the truth, I'm hiding myself."

Her smile was sly, but her voice was soothing.

"What is that in your hands? Some kind of puzzle?"

"Y... yes."

"Can I take a look?"

"Of course..."

Hesitantly, you approached her and carefully handed her the puzzle.

'Among all the places and options where we could meet, this is it. I see.'

Her face was relaxed and even satisfied as she twirled in her hands the thing invented by your father. Suddenly her hand came down on your head and lazily patted it.

"Are you good at solving this puzzle?"

"I... Not... Not really..."

"I see. Then I can offer you my helping hand in this matter a little later..."

The future may be completely different, but as a rule there are common points in it. And for some reason, your meeting with Kafka became such a point. It intrigues her to some extent. What is so special about an ordinary timid child?

Despite her maximally relaxed facial expression, her eyes are sharp and they study you very carefully. Kafka sees your indecision and understands it, but...

Does not accept it.

"Listen, you won't deny me my desire to help you, will you?"

#reader #platonic yandere #yandere #platonic #yandere platonic #platonic honkai star rail #honkai star rail #yandere honkai star rail #hsr #child reader #platonic Kafka #yandere Kafka #platonic yandere Kafka #kafka

262 notes · View notes

yukinarinn · 3 months

Note

Childhood bestfriends to lovers Ethan Landry x Reader?? (W smut) 🙏

Feel Something - Ethan Landry x Fem!Reader

contains: smut, soft!dom!Ethan, sub!reader, p in v, a bit of angst (?), both of you losing virginity

A/N: Hi, I don’t know how good this is and I don’t know why is mostly angst (it’s in fact just a little, but still) I wanted this to be kinky asf but instead I kinda trauma dumped, lmao. I hope it’s still okay tho!

You and your friends were at Sam and Tara’s place, including Ethan who was always either behind you or right next to you. You didn’t mind since you knew each other since childhood and are the closest and form the closest bond. So it’s safe to say this friend group is still new to you both. University just started a few weeks ago and you have a hard time getting used to New York and every new thing.

“So, any ideas of what we should do?” Mindy said as she playfully pinched Sam’s arm while Anika gave her a weird look but ignored it.

“We were thinking of watching a movie tonight, perhaps?” Samantha suggested and all of the looks were fixated on you and Ethan now. They knew he doesn’t really like movie nights and that you just can’t stand still for 2 hours straight.

“Thing is..” you began to speak, taking this a bit personal since you think they’re just messing around or something. “I didn’t want to be here today, but Ethan asked me to come and I couldn’t say no.” you eye-sideying him as you try to avoid eye contact.

“Yeah, me neither. Chad also invited me.” He cleared his throat as Chad just showed him the middle finger. Whispering a “What a bitch”.

It seems like these two get along very well, but in reality, it’s really not like that. They need to fake their friendship and how cool they are just because they’re roommates, which is bullshit. You could’ve been his roommate instead, but due to obvious reasons, it’s not allowed.

“Even so, we don’t have drinks nor popcorns or anything to eat.” Quinn remarked. “Shall one of us go to the supermarket, then.”

You stared at her confused, why going to a supermarket? it’s too far away right now and you don’t even know how long this will take. It’s supposed to be a movie night, not waiting for Chad or one of the girls to go buy shit.

“Supermarket? there’s literally the shop by the corner!” Ethan replied and you nodded, biting your lip as you look at him intensely while it seems like he isn’t aware of you doing it.

Quinn turned and came closer to him. “Listen here, bitch. You may be my brother but I’m doing you a favor right now, don’t be dumb and keep your mouth shut.” She replied back with a more arrogant tone.

Her look dropped on yours suddenly and you clear your throat. Her sister has always took the.. parental role for him since their mother is unknown even to this day. You couldn’t never really get along with her.

“And you too, y/n” Quinn smirked and turned to everyone. “We might not like the snacks one of us will buy, so why don’t we all just go and buy stuff individually?”

Oh, you get it now. It’s not that you would mind, but since when she knows about you having a thing for her brother? Either way, you thank her.

Everyone sighs and heads towards the door, finally. But not before Chad and Tara looked back at you, asking if you’re coming as well.

You shook your head and they raised their eyebrows, well, Tara. You could tell Chad had a slight smile printed on his face.

Once you heard the door closing and eventually locked from the outside. You both let out a loud sigh. You hated the living room so much for some reason, so you go upstairs towards Tara’s room with Ethan right behind you.

“Do they let you just walk around their house like that?” He chuckled and closed the door behind him.

You sat on the edge of the bed, looking around the bedroom. It was perfect for a date. Her tastes are indeed cool.

“Do I look like I care? Come sit beside me, why so nervous?” you asked. But you were kinda nervous as well, you did everything together, everything but not being this close to each other ‘till now.

Ethan nodded and sits next to you, but doesn’t hold eye contact at all. The tension was already here. You didn’t know why it felt so weird being like this.. it’s not the first time you were alone with him, or with a guy in general.

A few seconds pass and you were still not saying or doing anything. You bite your lip and turned to him, but he already was going to break the ice before you did.

“Y/n, I know we don’t talk much about this but I do care about you and I wish you never let any guy hurt you.”

The random words coming from his mouth made your heart race. You never liked talking about this topic and preferred not to talk about other men in front of him. You bite the skin of your lips and look down, scared that he would notice how vulnerable you actually can become if you talk about past relationships.

“I technically came here to have fun.. you know..” You whisper, leaning towards him, smelling his cologne. “I don’t think we should talk about everything I’ve been through with other men.”

He smiled and rubbed your cheek with his long fingers, this is one of the few times he has touched you like this. He never dared to even touch you by accident, but when he did, he would apologise. But to you, there was nothing to apologise for.

“I think we should, now that we’re alone. Talk with your best friend, y/n.” Ethan looked you up and down, slightly biting his bottom lip. You didn’t know why he’s trying to bring this subject up but you felt like talking to someone about your love life. “Vent to me.”

You nodded and sighed. “So what do you wanna know? you already know all of my exes.” You felt ashamed of saying it out loud, ashamed of yourself that you dated so many. But Ethan just stared at you, letting you continue but there’s nothing to continue about.

“I know how you feel right now and trust me, you shouldn’t think of yourself like this. You dated all of them because you felt empty without someone to take care of you, worship you.” He says those words in such a deep and gentle tone. It makes your heart melt and you involuntarily put your head on his shoulder.

“You know me so well,” you whispered. “Do you want some dating advice? is this why you’re so invested in this conversation?”

“No.” He chuckled but went back to a serious tone which only made you feel bad for ‘ruining’ the mood that is supposed to be serious. “You know I’ve never dated anyone and that I would screw things up in my first relationship anyway.” He scratched the back of his neck.

“You screwing up? look at me, I ruined my relationships because I couldn’t feel anything towards them. They left me with a bitter taste of what love truly is.” You start sobbing and squeezed Ethan’s hand. “Maybe I’m just unlovable and.. I can’t love someone, either.”

Ethan looked at you and put one of his fingers under your chin to lift your head up from his shoulder, making you look at him. Eyes filled with tears and your lips were puffy already. You gave in and now he knows how vulnerable you can be at times, another one who knows.

“Don’t cry, you’re not unlovable and you could love someone. You just have to meet the right guy.” He gently grabbed your shoulders, massaging them while you’re trying to break the eye contact.

You were staring at him like you’ve seen a ghost, and you got more surprised as soon as he wiped your tears away with his index finger, his finger slowly moving down to your lips.

“You’re not broken if that’s what you think,” He got extremely closer to you, his lips just a few inches away from yours. “Let yourself feel something with me.”

Before you could say anything, he pressed his lips against yours, your eyes widened. But it didn’t take much longer for you to slowly close them and kiss him back with your hands around him. Pushing your lips more against his.

He wrapped his hands around your waist, squeezing it as he pushes you onto the bed on your back while lips still locked together and he crawled on top of you, biting your lower lip to make you open your mouth and enter his tongue in, desperately searching for yours.

You moan into the kiss as soon as you feel his tongue on yours and his fingers playing with the waistband of your lace underwear. The fact that it was so easy to him to touch your private parts because of you wearing only a tight red dress, was turning him on even more.

He didn’t want to tease you much though, so his fingers found their way to your already wet cunt, massaging your clit slowly through your panties. Making you break the kiss immediately.

“E-Ethan-“ you moaned his name, which only made him get harder and you wetter by how he was stimulating you.

Ethan continues to play with your clit while you involuntarily squeeze your legs, which makes him laugh and use his other hand to spread them again.

"It's obvious you haven't been touched in this area much," he says amusedly as you roll your eyes, unable to form coherent sentences.

He bites his lips and moves your panties to the side, pressing his finger against your now exposed clit. You start gripping the sheets.

"I-It's too much!" You tilt your head back, and Ethan takes advantage, pressing his mouth against your sensitive neck, lightly biting the spot.

"Really? But I haven't even penetrated you yet!" He smiles and licks the now reddened bite mark.

You didn't expect your best friend to take control and do with you everything no other boy has done before. You feel your body burning with pleasure and desire. The feeling is unfamiliar, but you love it.

He takes his finger away from your clit and you moan in frustration, almost wanting to beg him to give you more. He smiles innocently and takes his shirt off, revealing his muscles and abs. You blush slightly at what you’re seeing. Definitely not expecting this.

But your gaze immediately drops when Ethan pulls his belt down along with his pants, throwing them somewhere on the floor. He's hard as a rock, and you have no idea if it will fit. You gulp when his boxers vanish along with his clothes. You see it, and it's big.

"What's wrong, princess? You should know you have to beg if you want it that bad." he teases. "By the way, are there any condoms around here?"

"Y-Yes," you stammer. "On Tara's nightstand. Chad and she are insatiable." You start laughing together.

He opens a pack of condoms and slowly rolls one onto himself, while you undress in front of him and lie back. Eagerly waiting for him to be on top of you again.

"Please..." You spread your legs.

"Please, what?" he chuckles as he teases your wet pussy with his tip.

"Fuck me!" You beg, and he grins, leaning in to passionately kiss you as he enters slowly, groaning while you start to whimper in pain as you feel him stretching you out.

He didn’t move, he’s letting you adjust to his size. Even though it’s confusing because you’re crying and your legs are shaking. He’s about to pull out but you stopped him.

“Are you… a virgin?” He asks you, confused of your look and the way you’re breathing. You nod slightly.

“Just like you.” You replied, a slight shake could be found in your voice. He rolled his eyes, almost annoyed at the fact that he didn’t know you still were.

“Why didn’t you tell me, baby? I could’ve made this more special to you, to both of us.” You groaned at the pet name and smiled, trying to forget the pain as if never existed.

“But this is special, Ethan. I’ve actually wanted you for so long.” You pulled him closer. “Move, I’m going to be fine.”

He nodded, still unsure of what to do and started thrusting it in and out of you, making you roll your eyes in pleasure and instinctively wrap your legs around him.

Ethan groans in your ear as he feels your hand running through his curly hair. You open your eyes wide when his finger quickly rubs your clit.

"Please, don't stop, keep going," you say, your eyes searching for his, and he whispers in your ear in a sensual manner.

"What a good girl," he praises, and your walls tighten around him, making him whimper and bite your neck without any gentleness. You put your hand over your mouth, tears of pleading in your eyes.

"Don't cover that pretty mouth of yours, let me hear you," he moves faster inside you. "I'm close," he whispers.

You moan loudly, struggling to respond. “Me too-" Ethan presses his lips on yours, taking your lower lip between his teeth which made you open your mouth, enough for him to slide his tongue in as he pounds in you faster. And with one final thrust, you cum all over his dick and he catches his own orgasm, releasing into the condom.

He slowly pulls out, sweat visibly on his forehead as he throws the used condom into the trash can next to Tara’s bed. You’ll make sure to throw it somewhere else before she sees it.

“That was amazing!” He tells you, laying on the bed visibly tired but proud that you’re finally his.

You turn to him and smile, searching for his hand. “I’ve wondered what it’s like to touch and feel something, but now I know.” you lean closer and peck his lips.

“Does it mean you’re giving me a chance?” He asked, you could see how the look on his face changed and how his eyes are basically sparkling.

You nodded. “Yes, but we have to put our clothes back on now, the bitches will get home soon.”

#scream smut #ethan landry x reader #ethan landry smut #ethan landry #fem reader #smut #scream 6 #ghostface

94 notes · View notes

iamasaddie · 8 months

Text

my heart keeps beating like a hammer

PIMP!JOEL part 1, part 2, masterlist paring: Joel Miller x fem!afab!Reader rating: explicit word count: 4.8k summary: You and Joel experience somthing new, but when your experience is connected to sex, his novelty is purely mental. // Joel Miller is still a pimp and you still need money, that's it. warnings (for the chapter): changing POV (Joel and Reader); implied male masturbation, reader is getting more experience, discussion of period, spitting (x1); blow job, praise kink, dirty talk a/n: thank you to my soul @bearsbeetsbeskar as usual for being my lifeline and my biggest fan, and to @patti7dc for being PIMP's biggest fan. ILY <3 (also, not heavily beta-ed, all mistakes are my own) ᴛʜɪꜱ ɪꜱ ᴀ ᴡᴏʀᴋ ᴏꜰ ꜰɪᴄᴛɪᴏɴ. ᴘʟᴇᴀꜱᴇ, ᴅᴏɴ'ᴛ ꜰᴏʀɢᴇᴛ ᴛʜᴀᴛ ᴡʀɪᴛɪɴɢ ᴀɴᴅ ʀᴇᴀᴅɪɴɢ ꜰɪᴄᴛɪᴏɴ ɪꜱ ᴀ ᴡᴀʏ ᴏꜰ ʜᴇᴀʟɪɴɢ ᴀɴᴅ ᴘʀᴏᴄᴇꜱꜱɪɴɢ ᴛʀᴀᴜᴍᴀ ꜰᴏʀ ꜱᴏᴍᴇ ᴘᴇᴏᴘʟᴇ, ᴀɴᴅ ʏᴏᴜ ᴄᴀɴɴᴏᴛ ᴅɪᴄᴛᴀᴛᴇ ᴏʀ ᴘᴏʟɪᴄᴇ ʜᴏᴡ ᴛʜᴇʏ ᴅᴏ ɪᴛ ᴀɴᴅ ᴡʜᴀᴛ ᴛʏᴘᴇ ᴏꜰ ᴡᴏʀᴋꜱ ᴛʜᴇʏ ᴄʜᴏᴏꜱᴇ ᴛᴏ ᴄʀᴇᴀᴛᴇ ᴀɴᴅ ᴄᴏɴꜱᴜᴍᴇ. ꜱᴛᴀʏ ꜱᴀꜰᴇ, ᴘʀᴀᴄᴛɪᴄᴇ ᴄᴏɴꜱᴇɴꜱᴜᴀʟ ꜱᴇx ᴀɴᴅ ꜱᴘʀᴇᴀᴅ ʟᴏᴠᴇ.

Fuck, you smelled good. Good enough to eat.

As Joel laid in his bed, his right hand still a little sticky with your arousal and drenched with your smell, he couldn't stop replaying the moment you two just shared. Well, it was nothing special, or at least it was what he tried to tell himself. He watched you masturbate and then fingered you, a little. It was just a teaching moment, he had those before, multiple of them. And yet none of them had this peculiar mix of confidence and naiveté, like a spicy candy.

You looked beautiful as hell, too, and that didn't fucking help. Fresh after a shower, your clean skin that became dirty so quickly. The lower lip that you kept biting, he thought you'd draw blood. He'd lick the blood off you. Fuck, where did that come from?

No, it was just the heat of the moment. You were gorgeous, with your angles and your eyes, that didn't match your face neither in age nor experience. How can someone so old be so young? Joel felt like he was born old, he couldn't even remember himself young. But you... He brought his hand to run through his hair and here it was again, the overwhelming smell of you. He'd been hard for longer than it was healthy, that was for sure. Good thing he didn't cum in his fucking pants, that’d be just peaches.

Again, his mind came back to you, the way you fought your body for something so primal, that should be given to you so easily. And yet you struggled. He felt a weird sense of pride swelling along with his cock when he heard the way you sang for him as soon as his fingers touched your heated flesh. It was so soft, it called for him to get closer, to have a taste. Joel was just a fucking man with a fucking cock, and that cock got him in a lot of trouble before.

He said his thanks to all of the deities above - if there were any - for the way your eyes closed and brows furrowed, so you couldn't see him biting and licking his own lips, centimeters away from your oasis that he wanted to drink up, more than a glass of whiskey after the hardest day. He couldn't keep his eyes from the arousal glistening on your wet cunt, practically begging for him to dive in. Yet, he resisted. It would not do either of you any good.

Joel was brought to reality as he jerked in his bed when he heard soft whimpers coming from behind his closed door. There was no mistaking the sound, he almost anticipated it. Once you found the pleasures your body could give, it was hard to stop yourself from getting them.

Judging by the muffled sounds, you tried your best to keep your little night activity hidden from him, if not successfully.

"Fucking hell," he moaned to himself. His cock that started to soften a little came back to life in an instant, lifting up the simple cotton sheet he slept naked under. He shouldn't do it, not now, not like that. And yet his right hand - the hand claimed by you - lifted to his mouth unconsciously. "I am so fucked." His whisper was addressed to nobody, and he licked his palm with a stiffed moan as your taste claimed his tongue as well.

Surprisingly, the next day you weren't woken up by Joel. When your stomach pinched with cramps you already knew what was going to happen. It was early in the morning and you tried to be as quiet as you could paddling your bare feet to the bathroom. Yup, you looked down your cotton panties that already dried when you put them back on in the middle of the night, your period came. An ugly red stain looked back at you mockingly from the center of the gusset.

It wasn't a usual occurrence, malnourished as you were, so you couldn't keep track of when would be the next time you'd start bleeding. It was always a surprise, and always an unpleasant one.

"Fuck, you are so stupid sometimes," you muttered to your pussy, crouching down on the toilet and inhaling deeply to try and lessen the pain in your lower abdomen. You wondered what could be the reason for it, you'd only started eating more a day ago, so it shouldn't have been the case. Maybe…?

When Joel left you on the couch yesterday, your body continued to buzz with pleasure, and not long after you tried to make good of his lesson, abusing your pussy with your fingers orgasm after orgasm, not being able to stop once you got your first. His words, his praise, stuck to your brain like honey stains on the table.

"Good girl" - orgasm, "beautiful pussy" - orgasm, "listen to her", that was when you almost cried both with the strength of light exploding in you and the soreness of your clit. You didn't know if you fell asleep or just blacked out.

Yeah, that must've been it. "Yeah, I'm stupid, too," you muttered to yourself and looked around to find something that could substitute a pad of some sort so you don't bleed all over his sterile bathroom.

Of course, Joel wouldn't have anything in his place. Even though his current life was surrounded by women, it looked like no one with a pussy set a foot in this place, at least not on a regular basis. You sighed, and looked down on the t-shirt you wore to bed. Your t-shirt, the only one you owned.

You were sipping your second glass of water when Joel finally emerged from his room. His face wore that sleepy expression you grew accustomed to pretty quickly. Familiar sound of his bare feet paddling on the wooden floor disturbed the silence. He scratched his jaw with his left hand yawning soundly as he entered the kitchen.

"What the hell happened to your t-shirt?"

You shifted on your seat and looked at what's left of your t-shirt, you had to cut the bottom half off to make something resembling a pad. You wore sweatpants Joel gave you before going to sleep since your jeans were still wet. Your stomach was on display and you tried to pull the ripped material a little bit lower to hide your belly-button.

"Umm..." Telling him that you decided to try a new look, more appropriate for the stereotypical worker of a brothel, would only make you look more stupid, so you decided to go for the truth. "I'm on my period."

You were never fazed by talking about the natural processes your body had been going through, you just didn't understand what could be so embarrassing about the way your body worked. Not like you could change it. Joel seemed to share your views as he didn't even raise an eyebrow to your admittance. He seemed more confused about the thought process that lead from your getting your period to you having only a half of your shirt on.

"And that explains why half of your t-shirt's gone?"

"Well, I couldn’t go around bleeding on shit, could I?" You were snappy as it was, but when period came, even though it wasn't such a frequent occurrence, you'd noticed yourself being a next level bitch. You inhaled deeply to calm yourself down and continued in a calmer tone. "You don't have any cotton in your bathroom."

Joel, unfazed by your temporary lash out, just hummed to himself and nodded, circling you around and rummaging his cupboard for a clean cup.

"I’ll ask my girls and bring you some tampons tonight." You snapped your head around. Tampons were fucking rare. Not only were they expensive as fuck, but you'd also have to ask for them every single day during the whole month in hopes to get them first. Sometimes you had to go without. Well, you had to go without most of the time, but whenever you could get a tampon or two you were very grateful for not having to wash your clothes from blood stains every day. Joel turned his head slightly, taking in your hopeful expression. "You know how to use those?"

"Yes, I know how to use fucking tampons." You huffed, annoyance claiming you quicker than you managed to tame it. But then something else settled in your brain, "you're going out?"

"Sure am," Joel nodded, moving around the kitchen and preparing everything so you two could have a breakfast - some boiled eggs, bread and your usual cup of black coffee. "Can't spend my days bottled up here, no matter the company. Birds need their daddy to take care of them." He let out a small laugh that sounded almost affectionate.

"Ew," you wrinkled your nose in a fake disgust, even though hearing that word did something to your insides. "What the fuck, they call you daddy?"

"Some do." Joel shrugged his shoulders like it was the most normal thing in the world and you were the real weirdo. You decided to change the subject to something that was nagging you from the inside.

"Do I need to leave?"

"And where'd you go?"

"I dunno, out."

"Bleedin'?"

The stupid back and forth got on your nerves. The man was like a fucking riddle, whenever you thought you had the right answer turned out you read the instructions backwards. You pinched the bridge of your nose, closing your eyes and exhaling louder than needed.

"Can you just say yes or no, or do I need to call you daddy for you to talk to me like a normal person?"

"Not sure you deserve to call me that yet, rabbit." He scratched his beard and chuckled, Mr. fucking Funny in all his glory. "You can stay, I told ya as long as we have an agreement, you can live here, I ain't kicking you out."

"And you're okay with just leaving me here alone?" You furrowed your brows at this. He was ready to leave almost a complete stranger in his apartment? Alone? Where were the trust issues in this man? What was wrong with him? Either he was unbelievably cocky, or dumb as a rock.

"Should I not be?" His gaze stuck to your face like glue, brown eyes following every twitch and wrinkle on your face as you tried to scold it in the trustworthy expression. There was no use in him thinking you were a criminal of some sort, especially now.

"No, I'm just..."

"Do you want to rob me and run away? I can tell you where I keep my stash," his right hand gestured vaguely somewhere, and you didn't need to see that to know he was pointing towards his room. "So you don't trash the place when I'm gone."

"I'm not going to rob you." You were a lot of things: hungry, desperate, lost, but you were not going to steal. Not from him, or not now, at least.

"I thought so." He placed two plates on the table, you didn't even notice him finishing making the food. "Dig in."

When the door closed behind Joel you waited exactly five obligatory minutes before going to his room. You went through three stages of excuses:

1. If you were staying with him, if you were to trust him with your body, you should really know something about him. He might have sawed body parts buried in his drawers. And it's not like the man ever told you anything about himself besides the information you already knew through street gossip. It was a matter of your safety.

2. If he didn't want you to snoop, he'd close the fucking door. Or he'd at least tell you not to go there. You knew it was a weak fucking point, it was common sense to not snoop when you're at someone else's place. But, you know... See #1 for better reasons.

3. Fuck it, you're gonna be quick and it's not like you wanna steal from him.

His room was less spacious than you expected it to be. The walls were painted yellow, or maybe they were once white, and lacking any form of personality. There was a simple bed in the middle of the room, big enough for two normal people or one Joel, covered in simple grey sheets. He only had one wardrobe and one desk. The desk was cluttered with a filled ashtray, some papers, and a couple of dirty glasses. Not so clean after all, you snickered to yourself. Overall the room was fucking boring and didn't give you any answers as to who Joel was at all.

You went to his wardrobe, the wooden thing being the only place where the secrets could be kept, and were disappointed almost instantly. The first shelf carried his boxers and socks, almost all of them black. You rummaged carefully through them hoping to find a hidden section, but to no avail. You sighed and pushed it back. The second drawer was filled with his clothes, not a lot of it, a couple of t-shirts, a pair of sweatpants, and a few warm-looking plaid shirts.

"Fuckin' hell, man, could you be less pimp-ish?"

You were almost disappointed in him. As you lifted each item of his clothing, trying to see the bottom of the shelf, your eyes caught something. You snaked your hand under the soft green flannel and tugged on the thing. It was a watch. Nothing special, just a big, military-looking wrist watch. Your finger traced the ridged side of it, nail scratching the cold metal as one little thing looking right at you somehow made the watch different. It was busted. The hands didn't move and the glass was cracked. Why would he keep a busted watch in his drawer?

There was no other explanation for it but having an emotional value to him. You didn't have stuff like that, but you knew other people did. Some of them were weak because of it, some were strong. It was always a Russian roulette to meet someone that had lost something, they were either broken, or ready to break.

You stuffed the watch back and your fingers grazed something else, it was almost indistinguishable from the smooth board under your fingertips, so you had to look carefully before pulling it out. A folded piece of paper appeared between your fingers. It looked very old, the map of creases telling you that it had been folded and unfolded multiple times, and even with the care put into such a simple action it was almost torn apart. The edges were ripped, the yellow spots either from time or something spilled on the paper were staining the once white sheet. You hesitated before unfolding it. If it was a love letter, or something of the sort, you'd feel really shitty for seeing it. Clenching your jaw, you weighed your options: you could put it back, close the door and let curiosity eat you alive, or you could look and just live with shame. Shame wasn't new. You could do shame.

You carefully opened the fragile piece of paper, holding your breath and thinking of the multiple variants of what it may contain. Your exhale was so loud and strong, the sheet in your hands trembled.

Not a diary page, not a love letter, not even a suicide not, just a... Drawing?

It was hard to tell, really, most of the paper was covered in colorful splotches, not actually resembling anything. There was a giant pink splotch that had some form right in the middle, and you stretched your hand back a little to understand what it was.

A butterfly. A giant pink butterfly surrounded by multiple other little butterfly splotches in orange, purple, green. The giant butterfly was faded, her wings streaked with something, almost transparent where the paper folded.

There was something written on the bottom of the drawing, an ugly black smudge already unrecognizable. You wondered what happened to this part, did someone spill water, or…

You weren't allowed to let your mind wander as you heard the key turning in the front door. You tried to shove the picture back as carefully as you could, and sprinted out of Joel's room, dropping on the couch. You just hoped he didn't have a photographic memory of how everything was placed.

"Here you go." Joel threw a light, half filled box at you, skipping the pleasantries when he found you on the couch, wrapped in a blanket like a potato in foil. You didn't catch it, and, ricocheting from you, it fell on the floor with a 'thump'. You groaned a little, cramps didn't bother you but there was an unpleasant tightness to your muscles, as you stretched out and picked it up from the floor checking the contents under Joel's curious eyes. There were only six simple white tampons inside but you’d managed with far less before. You looked up from the box, meeting his gaze.

"So?"

"Thanks," you muttered, scurrying to the bathroom, clutching the priceless box to your chest.

When you came out of the bathroom, a pleasant feeling of being clean and staying clean no matter how you moved uplifted your previously dire mood. You found Joel sitting on the couch, his thick, denim-covered thighs spread in a dominating move as he sipped on something - whiskey, you supposed - in his clear glass. Memories of the night you had spent washed over you, bringing back the tightness and slight awkwardness. You felt uneasy, not able to find a place. You weren't there to just chill with him on the couch sipping whatever. You weren't friends, probably wouldn't ever be. But he did treat you decently, as far as decency went in this world. There was no way you could continue your lessons tonight, though, not with the bloodbath that still happened in your panties. And he must have been oblivious judging by his calmness.

"Sorry." You came closer to the couch, hands twitching in an attempt to crack a bone. Joel finally looked at you, his face was nothing but confused.

"What exactly are you sorry about?"

Oh fuck, you really didn't think you'd have to explain that, surely he wasn't expecting you to… He himself wouldn't find it normal to…

"Well, I'm on my period, so it's not like we can have another... lesson." You cringed as you said it, wrinkling your nose.

"A true warrior…" he laughed to himself.

"What?"

"Nothin, rabbit." He shook his head, finishing his drink in one go and placing an empty glass on a tiny unsteady-looking table next to the couch. "But you're wrong, there’s a lot of things we can do without having sex sex."

"I don't think I need another lesson on how to get myself off. I am okay with it." Remembering last night, you should've said you were way more than okay with it. Having one orgasm by your hand made you go crazy, you kept rubbing one after the other until your clit physically ached and your head was delirious with all the pleasure.

Joel gave you a once-over, wiping his mouth with his hand and looking into your eyes.

"Today you're gonna learn how to suck good cock."

You choked on your saliva. Not that the idea was unknown to you, but still for some reason you didn't expect him to say it like that even taking into consideration the nature of your relationship.

"What?"

"You heard me." He nodded, proceeding to justify the topic of today's lesson. "That’s a popular one, so you need to know how to do that. Some men don’t have enough cash to go all in, so they settle for a blowjob. That’s why you need to know how to give a good one, and what better way to learn than to start practicing right away."

If there was one thing Joel Miller didn't lack in, it was logic. Whatever topic he was on, not only did he manage to come out a winner, but he also made it sound like it was the only reasonable thing. You found it hard to resist his arguments, and you didn't feel like you were in the place to do so.

"I haven’t…" You stammered, but then looked him straight in the eyes, almost with a challenge. "I know what it is, I just never actually did it."

"Yeah, yeah, my innocent rabbit, I understand that." Joel didn't wait long before unbuttoning his jeans and dragging the zipper down, the sound louder than the blood pumping in your ears. "Lucky for you, cocks are simple, don't worry. Just come here," he spread his legs wider after dragging his jeans half down, "and get on your knees for me, pretty."

As you stared at the meaty shaft that you felt like stared back at you, you found a second thing Joel Miller didn't lack in - cock. You didn't have a big frame of reference, but you felt like in any world - old or new - Joel was a generously gifted man. His cock was pleasant to look at, which surprised you. It had a nice, almost tanned pink color to it, the head looked darker and a little bit more tense, shining with something. He was girthier than your hand could circle, you could tell that without even having him in your hand, so putting him in your mouth felt intimidating to say the least. ‘The Cock’ - you pictured it starting with a capital letter in your head - was curved to the right just the slightest bit, and if you came closer you could see a vein running from the base and to the almost angry top.

"If you stare at the cock for so long, a man's gonna think there's something wrong with it." He chuckled, and gripped the base of his cock with a thumb and two fingers. "Come on, baby, open your pretty mouth for me. It's time to learn a thing or two."

You did follow his instruction, opening your mouth wide and waiting for him to shove his dick right into your glands. But he didn't hurry.

"Now, stick your tongue out a little, baby, feel the weight of my cock, get a taste." You again did as he told, feeling awkward with your tongue out, but that feeling went away as he placed the hot, heavy head of his cock right on your tastebuds. He moved a little, getting a tiny bit more of him further in your mouth and exhaled through his flaring nostrils as your lips reflectively closed around his tip.

Yeah, it was big, as big as you thought it'd feel. But it wasn't unpleasant. The skin of the head was smooth and soft and your tongue started wandering, swirling around it. The tip of your tongue found his slit and the salty taste of him filled your senses.

"Oh-f-fuck, baby, you're not bad, not bad at all."

You knew you would smile if your mouth wasn't full of his cock and your brows weren't furrowed in concentration. "Relax your tongue, rabbit. You can let it go, tease me a little, kiss the shaft and do as you feel, y'know."

His voice was strained, like he was in pain, but the blown out darkness in his eyes, the deadly grip that he had on the couch's pillow, told you that he might feel something else. Something that you were feeling yesterday.

You let his cock out, a string of saliva that was pooling in your mouth still connected you as you started peppering his shaft with open mouthed kisses and licks. He was like warm steel under your lips, and you smelled something else besides whiskey and his pine soap. Salty sweat and something else, something you'd never smelled before but it was growing its roots in your senses, making your ministrations almost hungry. You felt him twitch and pulse under you, his breathing sound and feeling like the highest praise. You went lower, and lower, sliding your nose along his shaft as you got to the heavy sack of his balls, round and as big as everything else. You lifted uncertain eyes, Joel above you but with the most submissive look across his face that he tried to scold unsuccessfully.

"Go on, baby, you're doing perfect. You can give ‘em a kiss too." And you did. Your lips and tongue caressing the soft skin covered in coarse hairs. That's when you heard it, Joel moaned. The sound sent shivers down your spine, a gush of wetness that you knew wasn't all you period, started leaking out of you. You continued licking at his balls, lightly nipping on soft flesh, trying to get them inside your mouth but afraid to hurt him with your teeth.

"Th- that's enough teasing, baby, or I'll cum in your fucking hair." He stuttered a little and you gave his balls a final wet kiss, your cheeks heating up as you saw them shining covered in your saliva. You looked back at Joel, taking in his red, sweaty face and the clenched fist too close to his face, like he was biting it. Without waiting for the next instructions, you licked a fat stripe across his cock, taking the head back in your mouth. He was right, cocks were pretty easy.

You knew there was no way you could take all of him in, you weren’t even sure it was physically possible, so you hugged what didn't fit in your mouth with your hand trying to mimic little bobs you did with your head.

"You need to wet it first, rabbit, so it slides easier." He reached for your hand, his cock still half buried in your mouth. You gave it to him freely, shocked, but not repulsed when he slouched a spat in your mouth. "Go on, baby, you gotta make me feel good."

Your hand was wet, but not as wet as your panties. He was right once again, your spit-slicked hand moved easily around his shaft, the wet heat of your mouth complementing the soft motions of your hand.

"Tighter, baby, close your lips and your hand tighter. Yeah, just like that, f-fuck. You're good. Good girl."

Your left hand gripped at your thigh, nails digging in your skin through the sweatpants as you tried to contain a whimper begging to leave your mouth. You lifted your eyes giving his cock a stronger suck and met with dark pools of his staring back at you intently. You couldn't describe the gaze as anything but a painful hunger. You saw it a hundred times in the mirror, you just didn't know you'd see it staring back at you as you sucked somebody's cock. You hurried to close your eyes, somehow it felt too intimate, too close, your movements became a little faster as you got a grip, your thumb pressing into the underside of his cock, where a thick vein pulsed stronger and stronger with the more of Joel that you swallowed.

Your cheeks hollowed in a sucking motion and you felt Joel placing a gentle hand on your hair and yanking at it softly, making you return the eye contact as he started to speak through gritted teeth.

"I'm going to cum in your mouth now, you don't have to swallow, baby, you can spit it out, it's fine."

Still remembering the unique taste of his precum that you came to enjoy, you didn't even think about spitting whatever he gave you now. For some reason, you felt like owning a part of him deep inside you would make you more equal to him. Not that he ever treated you like anything less. Like you'd know a part of him that he didn't share before. His loud groan was the only warning you got before the hot spurts of his seed hit the back of your throat, you started swallowing, trying to taste him on the roof of your tongue as your soft flesh continued milking him until he was spent. You kept his cock buried in your mouth, still lightly caressing the flesh that couldn't fit with your right hand.

"Fucking hell, rabbit, you're gonna make me pay for our lessons if you keep acting like this."

You let his cock out with a wet pop, wiping saliva from your lips and kissing the shaft as you let it go and unable to say what made you do so.

"You already pay," you said mundanely, "you let me stay here, and you feed me."

"Right." For the split second that you swallowed his seed, your eyes blown out with desire, his brain short circuited and he forgot the kind of situation you were in. "Well, good then, we're even."

__________

Don't forget to leave a comment if you liked what you read 🤍🐇🤍

#iamasaddie fic #joel miller x reader #pedro pascal #joel miller #joel miller x you #joel miller smut #joel miller x y/n #joel miller x f!reader #joel miller x female reader #HTBS #pimp!joel

324 notes · View notes

chosoniisan · 6 months

Text

caught in the middle ▶︎▶︎ choso + suguru (r18)

➤ pairing: kamo choso | reader | getou suguru

➤ setting: modern, non-curse au (uni au, specifically)

➤ genre: smut!! (a little dark, just a lil')

➤ caution: threesome (ish); a splash of d*bious c*nsent (coercion); oral s*x (p & v); rough treatment

➤ summary: according to suguru (no thanks to choso), you're too inexperienced for your own good; he intends to change that

➤ authoress' notes: I was struck with the idea of choso and suguru tag teaming you, and so this was born plus I haven't written smut in so long and wanted to dust myself off. my hope is that I can make this into a lil mini series, because I'm keen to continue exploring the concept of suguru showing you & choso the ropes when it comes to the downright nasty. I'm also keen to playing into a degenerate characterization of suguru, but that's neither here nor there :')

“Remember what I said—don’t let her cum before I do.”

Would you have preferred him talking to you rather than over you?

Who knows, but what you do know is that either way you’re the last one who’s primed to contribute any sort of coherent response. And how could you when you’re currently suffering from acute choking-on-Suguru’s-girth disease of which your symptoms include aching in your jaw, saltiness clinging to your palate, and, of course, an affinity for only breathing through the mostly muffled, the utterly debauched.

But he’s only one accessory to the crime of ruining you from both ends with the other half of the blame resting on Choso’s shoulders, coupled with you resting entirely on his face. How much “persuasion” went into this arrangement is a story for later if ever, particularly when Choso’s not flattening his tongue for another pass across the seam of your lower lips, as though a consolation for drawing back at the last second.

“. . .That doesn’t seem fair to her,” he pitches in your defense, and for that he has your appreciation, even if speaking up for you brings with it the fanning of his breath, teasing of his pinked tiers where you’re most sensitive. It isn’t a perfect solution. . .or much of one at all, considering he makes a point to return to the source of intoxication, courtesy of a rogue flicker over you in that empty space—not so much with the ripple effect that sends you sputtering around Suguru and wishing he isn’t crammed so deeply in your mouth. “She always likes it when I eat her out, and I really want her to cum on me. . .”

Just like Choso’s blatant admission, so too is the embarrassment scorching through your insides, bubbling up over the expanse of your face; though you can only contemplate craning back since Suguru is enough steps ahead of you to crown his fingers through your hair. Suffice it to say, you aren’t going anywhere besides the engorged length of him, filling you up to the absolute brim. (Clearly addressing Choso’s knack for oversharing to your detriment will also have to wait for another time. And honestly, you’re not entirely sure you would have gotten through to him when he’s this overtaken by the peachy pit between your legs.)

Off the heels of abashment, you falter a bit as those pesky digits relinquish their hold on your tresses once Suguru’s commanded your compliance again. He’s silkly devious that way, tracing the pads of his fingertips across your cheek at first before his thumb presses at the corner of your lips and strains the tender flesh even further around his member. Unlike earlier, his sunglow gaze is trained wholly on you and no one else, nursing a glossy sheen atop your skin (then there’s Choso who isn’t helping your case either, wetting saliva over your folds). “Don’t you think that’s selfish of you?”

Is what Suguru says in the same moment that he’s devolved into using his hand on your face to guide you even further onto him, until he’s bobbing dangerously near the back of your throat, preluding what’s to come. Though as for the right now, he’s thoroughly effected by your oral sleeve, those last vestiges of self-constraint gradually falling to the wayside in a wash of heartthrob red laying claim to more and more of his face. “You have me to thank for this—yet you’re only concerned about getting off yourself.” His chiding has an edge of something else, which persists in obscurity as you’re beholden to a punctuated ram throwing you off kilter. “I didn’t think you were a selfish girl. . .” he trails off there, leading you along his very short leash. “Tell me I’m not wrong about you.”

You don’t tell Suguru anything—instead, you offer a semblance of a nod, accompanied by an even greater offering of slickened reverence to his cock as you work him feverishly into your mouth, skimming over the vein webbed on his underside. That sets off the chain reaction of him folding over you with a malted groan spilt from his lips, and in the meantime you rear your hips back, hoping Choso takes the hint to sympathize with your plight of not wanting to fall over the edge too soon. Because if he keeps at his previous pace, you have no doubt in your mind that you’ll be reacquainted with the sort of rapture only he knows how to indulge you in.

Surprisingly, Choso is receptive to your wordless plea even while he steers you back onto him with hands curled over your sides; the hum of a sigh inked in relief strums through him as he stitches himself back to you in earnest. Like each ticking second spent away from your heat was a second shaved from his existence. He’s measured for once with his devotion, smearing beads of your wetness to pave the way for his tongue breaching past your pleated slit and settling between your inner walls with a sinful ease. From you, there’s a whine that splinters into pieces the moment it hits the air as you’re realizing (belatedly) that you severely underestimated Choso’s proclivity for cultivating you into pure bliss.

It's too late now with his one-track mind and equally fervent ministrations, so you try to make what you can out of the situation in spite of electricity sparking over your nerves, the incessant bubbling up in your stomach already signaling the beginning of the end. And you need look no further than the weight of Suguru seeded on your tongue. Choso might be stealing a good chunk of your attention, but that doesn’t stop you from fixating on the sting at the outer edges of your lips from a tight fit or the soon-to-be mottling over your knees trying to keep yourself steady in the midst of a deterioration into downright battering. How quickly demanding bruises through Suguru like a contagion, the strain that’s cured only from your undoing by his hand, and so you’re left with no choice but to let yourself be caught up by him, in him, for the sake of him.

“You know. . .you’re not very good at this,” Suguru remarks as if he isn’t fiercely warming himself between your lips, because only he could pull himself together enough to tear into you with a breezy tinge in his wake, the proverbial salt in your wound. Sooner rather than later, his hand finds itself tangled at the back of your head, dragging you right down to the base of him, and your scramble to smother your gag reflex (and Choso in the process) through a hail of full-bodied quaking merely proves his point. “You’re lucky I’m willing to teach you how to properly suck dick, since Choso clearly isn’t giving you enough practice.”

Speaking of—it’s right then and there that Choso takes the opportunity to really spear you on his tongue.

He isn’t taking that dig too well.

Problem is. . .his displeasure is misplaced, or at least it feels that way when his fingers move to split open your folds so he can bully and prod at the spot that has you blinking back stars in collapse. A whine sets the stage for your frantic writhing atop Choso, trying your best to dislodge him for your own good, but he’s resistant to coaxing of any kind when you’re falling apart at his beck. It’s one thing to bear through an unrelenting Choso, molding you to the shape of his sticky sweet pleasure, but it’s another thing entirely to keep your head above the waters of gratification whilst swallowing down every inch of Suguru’s cock.

And he doesn’t make it any easier for you, you who’s allegedly rough around the edges in the craft of obliging a man. Breathing might as well be a luxury what with Suguru beating your throat raw with his swollen tip, and there’s no finesse in the way you fumble your tongue over him; either your efforts aren’t clumsy enough to warrant a snide affront or he’s far too consumed with chasing after his own end through you. (You’re inclined to think it’s the latter more so than the former.) Beneath the chorus of depravity suffusing the room, your heart is heavy against your ribcage, and you can only hope that Suguru acquiesces first, even if that means holding your nose to his c—

Lips seal around your clit with particular fervor.

Oh, no.

No no no no no.

A sweeping arch invites itself over your back in the same beat that you instinctively squeeze your thighs around Choso’s head, surrendering even more of yourself to his gluttony. It’s a vicious, depraved cycle because with every convulsion racking down to your bones, you’re anchored back to him gorging on you with little abandon, utterly remorseless that he’s driving you out of your mind. Ecstasy is oh so malted, tastes like a milk & honey delicacy while Choso can’t seem to decide whether to savor your pulsing clit or root through your tightly knotted, dripping wet clutch. Though it’s the bitter part of that sweetness sobering you up before you have a chance to feed into the velveted hunger that’s ravaging as it is rosied:

“You really don’t listen, do you.” His infliction isn’t the slow, too slow drag of his shaft along your tongue nor is it him relinquishing your mouth to slide along the side of your face. And neither is it the obscene tap, tapping of his ruddy cockhead against your cheek, streaking a mess of juices over the once untouched canvas of you.

Blinking bleariness from your vision and yet his moonless gaze, crackling at the edges, is clear as day—says there’s no need to wait long for true retribution.

“I guess, I’ll have to give you a lesson in obedience, too—my treat.”

#geto x reader #choso x reader #choso x you #geto suguru x reader #jjk x reader #jjk x y/n #geto smut #choso smut #jjk smut #jujutsu kaisen smut #jujutsu kaisen #jjk

134 notes · View notes

carolinaoceanblvdbaby · 9 months

Text

Gemini Mars

kyle broflovski x reader SMUT

A/N: hey y’all!! my old acc got terminated :( so this is a repost. also, ofc, kyle is aged up. don’t be weird. also this is your warning that this is smut. i ain’t your mom so i can’t tell you what to do but this right here is me telling you that this is smut.

꧁☼☼☼☼☼☼☼☼☼꧂

It was shocking that Sheila Broflovski had no qualms about Kyle and you being up in his bedroom with the door shut with how overprotective she was but honestly, she could never imagine her son doing anything inappropriate in his life. If she knew what disgusting and vile things her son was doing to his girlfriend up there, they would only be allowed in the living room with adult supervision.

Upstairs, Kyle’s television was playing. Neither Kyle nor you were really paying attention though. Both of you had your phones out, scrolling mindlessly. Your For You page on TikTok was full of astrology videos. You found them entertaining but you would definitely be lying if you said you weren’t trying to figure out how you could subtly get his birth time from Sheila. Double tapping one video, you scrolled to the next one. Reading the text on the video, you learned more about mars signs and what your mars sign can say about your sexuality. What a shame you didn’t have Kyle’s full birth chart but based on the chart you drew up without birth time, Kyle was a Gemini mars which honestly made sense with the way he was fairly quick to anger but when he wasn’t, he was the nicest guy in the world. Quickly, you typed into Google ‘mars signs kinks’. The search results told you gemini mars were into dirty talk, fingering, hands, talking their partner to orgasm, tend to get turned on by glasses and intellect,oral fixation, french and open mouthed kissing, toys and just overall sensual and vocal sex. Too bad you didn’t have the birth time so you could know the house his mars falls in. Wondering how accurate it was, you just decided to ask him.

“Hey, Kyle?” You asked

“Hmm?” Kyle hummed, not looking up from his phone

“What are you into?” You asked, grinning

“What do you mean?”

“Like, in bed. What are your fantasies? Desires? Kinks?” Your stupid grin never left your face

“No.” Kyle kept his eyes on his phone, frozen but you could see a deep blush on his freckled skin

“Yes, tell me!”

“No.”

“Kyleeee, come on! I’ll tell you mine!” You tried to bargain

“Okay, fine.” Kyle put his phone down and looked at you, his face still red but he had a slight grin

You paused to think and then you began your monologue. “Hmm, your fingers are so long, sometimes I wonder what they would feel like in me. I wanna wrap my fingers around your cock and pump it till you cum all over my tongue. I wanna suck you dry. I want your tongue in me. I wanna swallow your cum. I want your balls slapping against me. I want you on top of me, pounding so hard into me. I wanna hear how good I make you feel and I want you to hear how good you make me feel. I want my walls to clench around you, squeezing your cum into me and all over my walls. I wanna watch you slip your fingers in and out of me in the mirror. I want you to hold my wrists over my head while you fuck me stupid. I wanna straddle you and make out with you. I want to drain your ball of cum. I want it from behind. I want you to fuck me against the wall. I want you to feel me cum all over your face and oh my gosh, I want you to cum all over my face. I want you to talk dirty to me. I want to taste myself when you kiss me. I want you to praise me, tell me how good I’m doing and I am a good girl. I want you to just pound me from behind as your fingers circle my clit. I wanna sit on your face while you eat me out. I wanna make love to you to Lana Del Rey. I want you to fuck me with your glasses on, you’re so hot wearing them. I want you to do disgusting, vile things to me and I want to do disgusting, vile things to you. I just want nasty sex with you.”

Kyle just simply stared at you during your foul monologue, blushing before responding.

“You are nasty, y/n.”

“Oh come on, Kyle! Tell me what you’re into!” You groaned

“Or I could just show you?” Kyle grinned mischievously as he crawled on top of you.

“Please.” You sighed as you circled your arms around his neck and his lips were on yours. They were soft and just so utterly perfect against yours. He parted your lips with his tongue, grazing against yours while his hand cupped your face. His hand slipped underneath your shirt, cupping your lacy brasserie and you softly moaned. He stopped kissing and touching you immediately. You yearned for his touch again. He placed his thumb on your bottom lip while cupping your face again.

“You’re gonna have to be quiet. Don’t want my mom catching us. Think you can do that for me?” He smirked and you nodded, needing him. His lips were back on yours and his left hand slipped under you to unhook your bra. You quickly slipped your shirt off as well as your bra. Kyle grazed his lips over your neck and you couldn’t help yourself, you let out a soft whimper. Of course he pulled away.

“I fucking told you to be quiet, why couldn’t you control yourself?”

“You do things to me.” you grinned at him and he immediately sat back down next to you and grabbed his phone. He went back to scrolling on his phone.

“Kyle, what the fuck are you doing? I swear on all things holy I’ll be quiet.” Kyle put his phone back down and slipped over you, kissing you roughly.

“You better.” He mumbled against your lips and then trailed his lips down your neck again. This time you kept your mouth shut. He tongue darted out as his lips moved down your neck, over your collar bones, and then to your breasts. He licked each of your nipples, making them hard. You bit your lip and tried so hard to not let out a whimper. You reached down to the hem of his shirt and pulled it off. You ran your hands over his bare chest and pulled him close to you, kissing him hard. He returned the kiss but didn’t let it last for too long as he clearly had other plans for you. Kyle yanked your pants down and spread your legs. He kissed the inside of your thigh before running one of his slender fingers through the hood of your soaking wet cunt.

“You wanted my fingers in you? Yeah?” He teased you as he continued lightly touching your needy cunt. You nodded and he grinned up at you, proud of the way he got you to react and proud of you for staying quiet.

“You’re such a good girl, yeah? Being so quiet for me and, fuck, you’re so wet for me, honey. Aren’t you?” He grinned

“Yeah, just for you.” You whispered softly

With confirmation that he didn’t need from you, he stuck two fingers into you. You bit your lip so hard that you almost drew blood. Kyle tantalizingly brought his fingers in and out of you at such a slow pace it could be considered torture. He brushed his thumb over your clit, sending waves of pleasure through you.

“Fuck, Kyle…” You sighed with pleasure.

“Shut up.” Kyle took his fingers out of you and the absence of them was practically painful.

“I’m sorry! Honey, I swear I’ll shut up!” You pleaded with Kyle but he crawled on top of you and parted your lips with his fingers that were just in you.

“Clean my fingers with your mouth since clearly you wanna use it. Suck them, now.” So you did, you were a good girl for him, weren’t you? Your tongue swirled around his fingers and you cleaned your juices off of his fingers.

“Good girl.” He praised you, smiling lovingly before pulling his fingers out of your mouth. He went back to between your legs and he grasped your thighs, pushing them apart. Kyle’s mouth hovered over your cunt. The sight of Kyle about to eat you out sent a fucking flood right to your core. His tongue darted out and parted your cunt like the red sea. You bit your thumb to stop yourself from moaning his name and getting caught. Your fingers weaved in between his ginger curls as his tongue swirled around your labia and avoided your clit. You desperately needed him to give some attention to your clit but he refused. He was teasing you like the asshole he was.

“Please.” You begged him, barely audible, knowing what you were risking.

“If you don’t shut the fuck up, I won’t give you what you want, baby. You don’t want that, do you?” Kyle pulled his lips off you and scolded you. You nodded, begging him to continue. His tongue returned to your sopping cunt and his lips sucked your clit into his mouth. He swirled his tongue around your clit and you thought you were gonna die, it felt so good. With a pop, he released your clit and widened his tongue. Kyle licked up and down for a few minutes, then vortexed your clit again. He repeated the cycle only a few times before you came all over his face. He came up grinning and kissed you. You could taste yourself on him, exactly what you wanted.

“Wanna suck your big cock, Kyle.” You could tell by the look in his eyes that you had flipped a switch in him. He laid down next to you and pulled you under the blanket. You grinned up at him as you unzipped his pants and pulled them down. His hard cock sprung out and your mouth watered for him. His cock was so delicious. You spit in your palm and started jerking him off. His head fell back as you slid your hand up and down his big cock.

You then focused your hand on the base as your tongue licked the tip. You licked the tip of his cock softly and then your other hand moved to cup his balls. Fuck, you just wanted them in your mouth but your didn’t wanna take away the attention you were paying to his hard cock so you spit in the hand that was cupping his balls before returning your tongue to the tip of his cock. Kyle ran his hand through your hair and gently pushed your mouth a little farther down his cock. You took this as a sign that he wanted you to fully take him in your mouth. So you did and you bobbed your head up and down on his dick, still playing with his balls. You repeated your motions, bringing him close to cumming. He tapped your head, letting you know he was close. Soon after he tapped on your head, his cock twitched on your tongue and just a second later his cum shot to the back of your throat. You swallowed like the good girl you were and crawled out from under the blanket. His still hard cock grazed your stomach as you crawled on top of him and kissed him.

“Kyle, you have to take me right now.” You whispered to him and he immediately flipped you over.

“Gonna fuck you so good but you gotta be quiet, remember?” You nodded and he stuck his cock in your wet cunt.

“Shit, Kyle.” You whispered in his ear as he began to move into you, hitting you at the perfect place.

“Gonna breed you, baby. Wanna pump you full, yeah?” You had no idea where that came from but it did something to you and you rutted your hips into him at a faster pace.

“Please, Kyle. Breed me.” Whispering in his ear, you softly whined at a level only he could hear.

“Yeah? You want me to breed you? Gonna do it, baby. Gonna pump you full. You’d like that, wouldn’t you?” His whiny little ‘yeah’s went straight to your core.

“So close, Kyle.”

“Yeah? You can do it, honey. Cum all over my cock.” He talked you through a mindblowing orgasm and you were completely cock drunk for him.

“Fuck, Kyle.” You shook with pleasure and the way your walls clenched around him had him cumming right after you. He painted your inner walls with his seed. Kyle kissed you lovingly as he slowly rode out his orgasm and then pulled out from you.

“That was perfect, honey.” You told Kyle as you both quickly redressed.

“I’m glad.” He kissed you and you laid your head on his chest.

“How the fuck am I going to walk past your mom when I leave after that?” You laughed and Kyle chuckled

“Don’t make eye contact or talk to her.”

“That's rude, Kyle! I’m not gonna do that!”

“Then you gotta act like I didn’t just fuck you stupid, yeah?” He grinned, referencing your monologue of what you were into and you laughed

“Also, my glasses? My glasses are a turn on for you?” Kyle asked

“Yeah! I just think you look extra hot wearing them because you look extra smart!”

“Oh yeah?” He asked you as he reached over on his night stand for them and put them on.

“Oh yeah.”

“Might have to wear them more often, huh?”

“You just might.” You mumbled against his lips, grinning

#kyle broflovski #kyle broflovski x reader #kyle broflovski smut #south park #south park fanfiction

388 notes · View notes

anyasathenaeum · 9 months

Note

hi,, i don't see many fics like this, b-but what do you think ab pregnant sex w vash? 👉👈 *drops mic and runs away

A/N: GODDAMN YES, YES, YES. THIS IS A BRILLIANT IDEA. PERFECT. THANK YOU ANON, MY BRAIN IS NOW ALL ABOUT THIS

Warnings: MINORS DNI, AFAB!reader, reader is able to be pregnant, mentions of pregnancy, nsfw writing, smut to the max, female terms are used, penetrative sex, unprotected sex (even though reader is already pregnant, PRACTICE SAFE SEX PEOPLE), super soft Vash, Vash has a huge thing for pregnant!reader

To say you weren't expecting this to happen was an understatement.

Neither you nor Vash had been aware that human-plant hybrids could exist, and so, when you discovered you were pregnant, it had been a shock to you both.

Your body had begun to adjust, and given that your baby was a hybrid, your pregnancy had been progressing differently than a typical human pregnancy - your baby was growing faster, forcing your body to adjust faster and more intensely than it would've with a regular pregnancy.

Vash had become extremely protective of you as your pregnancy continued and your baby grew, his near-constant hovering a sign of his love and worry for you as you carried his child. He always ensured to be near you, showering you in love and affection, doing his best to take care of you in every possible way.

"(Y/N), you're not supposed to lift anything heavy! Here, let me do that!"

"Mayfly, don't stand on a stool like that! What if you fall?! You could really hurt yourself and the baby!"

"What can I do, my love? How can I make things easier for you?"

However, what you also hadn't anticipated, was how attractive Vash seemed to find you now that you were pregnant, your belly swollen with his child. His hands were always on you in some way - resting protectively over your belly, pressed to the small of your back, wrapped around your waist, gently massaging the back of your neck, Vash always had to be touching you somehow.

And in bed? Vash was insatiable.

"V-Vash! H-Hah, slow down, I- sensitive!"

Vash's tongue continue to swirl around your sensitive bud after already drawing several orgasms from you, his fingers continuing to stretch you open and thrust into you simultaneously, stoking the fire of desire deep within you yet again.

Your hands had long since buried themselves into Vash's hair, tugging on the roots hard enough to get Vash to moan into your pussy, pulling a moan from you in turn.

"S-Sorry, Mayfly, you just- you taste so good. Can't get enough of you."

Vash's eyes were wide and filled with desire and want as he looked up at you, as well as something softer - love, and tenderness, and a kind of deep-rooted happiness, despite the fact that his mouth and chin were coated in your slick. He couldn't help but smile at you warmly, as if he wasn't in the middle of eating you out like you were the first meal of a starved man.

You could feel the heat rising to your face as Vash gazed at you, especially when you saw Vash's gaze drift to your swollen belly, a fire evident in his eyes. Something about you like this, in his bed, your belly round with his child, drove Vash to the edge, a single word echoing over and over in his mind as his desire for you grew and grew and grew: "Mine."

"Vash... please..."

Your voice was whiny and desperate for him, begging him to continue touching you, to feel him against you, in you.

"Patience, my love, patience," Vash replied, snapping out of his trance with a gentle smile on his face.

Vash took great care as he adjusted you, tucking a pillow beneath your hips to shift your belly to your side, "I want you as comfortable as possible, Mayfly."

Of course, despite Vash's desire and increasing need for you, he was still kind and caring and loving, putting you above all else.

"I love you, Vash," You whispered to him gently, reaching up to caress his face with a gentleness Vash had never felt before, a tenderness so genuine that it brought tears to his eyes.

"I love you, too, Mayfly. My love... my (Y/N)."

Vash took your hand in his much larger one as he spoke softly, pressing the gentlest of kisses to the palm of your hand before pressing your hand up against his cheek. He let his eyes flutter shut as he reveled in your touch, at how much love Vash felt for you and just how badly he wanted to give you every possible thing in life.

"Yours," You panted softly, reaching down with your other hand to stroke Vash's cock oh so gently, "I'm yours, Vash."

Vash twitched as soon as he felt your hand on his cock, and he bit down on his lip to stifle the moan escaping his lips at the feeling of your touch. Every time you touched him, Vash felt like it was the first time all over again - his body reacted to you like it was, becoming highly sensitive to your touch, to your scent, to your warmth, to you.

"H-Hah! Mayfly, I-I-"

"Shh," You cooed gently, stroking his cock a bit more firmly, feeling precum leaking from his tip as you did so, "Let me feel you, Vash."

Vash couldn't help but whimper at your words, his desire feeling amplified as he watched you touch him, as he watched you make him feel so good, your gaze warm and loving and yet, still filled with desire for him.

You could feel Vash's cock twitch in your hands, and that, paired with the whimpers and moans and gasps escaping Vash's lips, let you know that he was getting close to release. And so, you quickly let go of him.

"(Y/N)!"

The whine that Vash let out was desperate and soft, causing you to squeeze your thighs together in anticipation and desire. You gave Vash a few moments to come back down and away from the edge, before taking him in your hand again and lining him up with your entrance, letting his cock brush through your folds and feel how soaked you were.

You could see Vash's eyes widen as he felt how wet you were for him, and you couldn't help but smirk a little as you watched how his eyes got even bigger as he slipped into you at last.

"Ha-ah!"

A broken gasp escaped Vash at the feeling of your pussy clenching around him, your warm walls squeezing him and enveloping him in the most intimate and perfect way. You let out a moan as Vash sheathed himself all the way inside you, the feeling of his cock stretching you out overwhelming you.

"V-Vash!"

You couldn't help but call to him as he began to thrust gently, taking care not to move too hard or too fast so as to not jostle you or your belly too badly.

"(Y/N)! G-God, (Y/N), you feel incredible," Vash babbled against your lips as he continued to thrust into you, absolutely drunk off the feeling of you tightening around him, "You're so beautiful, (Y/N). So beautiful. You look so beautiful carrying my child, (Y/N), God, s-so beautiful."

Vash felt your pussy clench down hard on him as he spoke, and he couldn't help but moan and move a little bit faster, a little deeper, all his thoughts and emotions and words spilling forth without him being able to stop himself.

"S-So beautiful, (Y/N), you're beautiful like this, belly swollen with my child, with our child, so beautiful, y-you're amazing, I-I love you, (Y/N), God, I love you! I love you so much!"

"I love you, V-Vash!" You moaned out in reply, feeling your body tensing as your orgasm approached once again, your fingers intertwining with Vash's by your head. You couldn't help but turn your head and kiss his fingers gently as he continued to thrust into you, cries of pleasure escaping you both.

"O-Oh, God, (Y/N), I-I'm gonna cum, I-"

"Vash!" You cried out, feeling your orgasm hit you full force as wave after wave of pleasure washed over you, causing your pussy to clench down on Vash so tightly that it immediately sent him over the edge, too.

"I love you, (Y/N), I love you," Vash mumbled as he kissed you passionately, feeling himself spill into you as his orgasm washed over him, his seed coating your walls.

Once you both calmed down, Vash slowly withdrew, allowing himself to collapse next to you as he panted softly, his arms pulling you into him and enveloping you in his gentle embrace.

"I love you so much, Vash," You mumbled against his skin, resting your head against him as you tried to catch your breath, just enjoying the feeling of Vash's skin against yours.

You felt Vash brushing your hair away from your face as he gazed down at you, his eyes filled with such love and tenderness that it warmed you down to your soul.

"I love you, too. You mean everything to me, (Y/N). You're my world," Vash whispered to you gently, pressing a soft kiss to your forehead before moving his hand down to your belly, caressing it gently, "You both are. And I'll do whatever it takes to keep you both safe. I promise."

#anya's athenaeum #answered #trigun stampede #trigun stampede x reader #trigun x reader #trigun #vash the stampede #vash the stampede x reader #vash x reader #vash the stampede smut #vash smut #trigun smut #trigun stampede smut

278 notes · View notes

141shousewife · 2 months

Text

NSFW Price x Fat Wife Drabble >:)

Minors DNI I will EAT u like a nerds gummy cluster

Length: 1.2k Words

CW: NSFW, ANTI DADDY KINK PRICE!! Price x Fat reader, Implied Black reader, Price is married to reader, Female Reader condescension, mocking, fingering, PiV, dirty talk,

THIS IS ONLY MY OPINION! DON'T EAT ME PLEASE

Also if u have a problem with the reader being fat n black.... IDK what to tell u gworl.

_______________________________________________

I have one main qualm with Price x reader NSFW content. I see one reoccurring theme/headcannon:

price = daddy dirty talk

And I hate to say it but everyone else is wrong about it and I am the one who to is correct.

Price, when called daddy, looks around for a child. Being a middle aged white man with a grown in beard- accidents do happen with chubby cheeked tots who grab onto his unsuspecting leg in grocery stores and assume that he is their father.

John has been called "Daddy" many times in his life, and since he is a man who aims to please, it's been more than once that he has let it slide during one night stands.

But with you?

His girl??

His WIFE????

Price does not like to be called daddy. His spine shivers and his body rejects the implication that your attraction to him is rooted in a negative experience with your own father.

He prefers to be called other things

"Baby" especially when you call him for dinner, "Honey" is nice when you're calling for him in front of others to show your love from him, "Sweetheart" specifically when you're angry with him- because he loves the way that you maintain warmth, and lastly "John"

That one is Johns favorite because he hears it the most between breathy moans. His name is barely audible when it slides out of your mouth as his hands work you over and make you needy and pliable.

But daddy is not one that he would choose.

But does this mean that John is sterile and boring in the bedroom ?

Not even close.

John puts his ALL into pleasing you.

He loves to catch you right as you're getting into bed for the night. He always starts with watching from the bed as you stand in the bathroom finishing your bedtime routine. Where John's head lays he can see your back as you rub the last of your sweet smelling lotion onto your wide shoulders and soft arms and tie the bow at the front of your bonnet. When finished- you turn around and wow.

Wow.

John is raking his eyes over your round and soft body, covered in a flowy pink night dress and he could just cry over how beautiful you are. Your body sits beautifully beneath the dress, your nipples poking through and visible from the coolness in the room, your arms shifting into being crossed over your chest-

"-Baby, did you hear me?" Your sweet voice beckons him back to reality as your brown eyes graze over him for any recognition of being lucid.

"I'm so sorry honey, I was thinking. What did you say?" John immediately feels guilty for missing what you said and instead oggling you like a dog would do a slab of meat.

"I said what are you looking at me like that for?"

John looks at you. Caught. Red handed. (more like red tip right now but that neither here nor there"

The smile that spreads over your face immediately says: 'i know what you want- and im prepared to give it to you.'

He looks at you and lowers his tone into a rasp. It hits you in a way that makes you feel like you can't deny him his requests.

"Come -ere."

Your body seems to walk toward the large plush bed without your permission.

You look at him doe eyed "what?" You can't tell why you're also whispering but it feels right.

He, in one move, tosses the comforter off of his lower half and sits up to grab your wide hips.

"You're acting like you caught me with my hand in the cookie jar, but you're just as wound up as me. Aren't ya?"

You stare at him breathlessly not realizing that the previous question was not rhetorical

John reaches him hand up and under your night gown and rubs your slit through your panties.

"I said: Aren't ya?"

You feel dizzy and unbalanced from the sensation and grip onto his shoulder to steady yourself.

"I am- I want you to- hah -touch me. Please"

You normally aren't this sensitive but the way that he is talking to you is making you weak.

"Look at me. Where do you want me to touch you. Cmon use your words?"

You try to just moan in response as he slows his pace.

"God- you're difficult. Is this it?"

John quickly inserts his fingers and begins pumping them as you hold onto his shoulders and writhe from the contact.

He only continues to rub the spongy spot inside of you and speak to you in a cooing, mocking tone- "What? That feel good? Are you gonna keep fucking yourself on my fingers until that cum drips down my wrist?"

You start to feel the heat and coiling in your stomach about to snap.

"Yes, John, please!"

Right as your vision is about to white out in pleasure, you tell John pulling his fingers out.

Whining in frustration you push out "John I was so close why would yo-"

The rest of you sentence is cut off as John stands up and moves behind you and roughly bends you over, making the excess fat on your body jiggle with the impact of you hitting the bed and pulling off your panties.

Your complaints are quickly silenced as John grabs for a pillow to put beneath your soft tummy. You moan clench around nothing as he lewdly leans down and spits on your entrance to make himself fit well.

"Your pussy is such a hungry little thing- you just needed some proper dick to shut you up huh?"

Your eyes begin to roll back into your head as you feel the rough stretch of John repeatedly pushing his dick inside to the hilt, exiting, and pushing inside again.

You can barely breathe- let alone form thoughts when he fucks you like this.

His raspy moans and quiet curses only push you closer to you orgasm.

He quickens his pace and you know you are done for- you aren't going to be able to hold it.

"John, pleasepleaseplease. I'm gonna- I'm- "

Completely invested in making you crazy- John slides his hand around your wide hip and plays with your clit and begins to talk into your ear in a condescending tone.

"You're gonna what huh? What are you gonna do? Are you gonna cum all over this dick baby?"

You can't even respond because that statement makes your vision completely go away as you babble incoherently and make a mess down John's thick, hairy thighs.

You don't notice during your orgasm but as you squeeze down into Price you begin to fuck back into him, roughly slamming your round ass onto him, making John completely incapable of holding out.

John fills you with a keening low moan as you finally begin to slow down

"Babyyy- fuck. -hah -just like thatttt."

John grabs onto the fat of your hip and buries himself inside and gives you the last of his orgasm.

He pulls out, cleans you off, lets you use the bathroom, and gets into bed and wraps his arms around your soft waist.

As you both quietly breathe slower and slower John finally speaks with an eyeroll-

"You definitely knew what you were pulling with that outfit. You know I'm a mumu man.

#john price cod #john price #john price x plus size reader #john price x reader #mw2 fanfic #john price x black reader

65 notes · View notes

arthropodwithapen · 5 months

Note

Here's a prompt : tony being , as usual , a helicopter parent and peter getting irritated over it and they have a huge fight , peter tells tony "you are not my dad" and then they stop taling and you know , angst ensues. Cue a mission where tony protects peter while getting hurt in the process and peter calls tony dad and tony calls peter son and then some iron dad spiderson feels that we all love.

Thanx in advance !

Thank you for the prompt!

I give you: a stressed Peter is buried under mountains of school work. Tony is trying his best to help. If at first you don't succeed.. lock yourself in your lab and deal with it later.

Word count - 3925 words

***

Peter didn’t look up from the table when Tony walked in. His head was buried in a book and the other hand was scribbling notes onto a sheet of loose paper.

Tony slid a finger along the table, coming to stand next to him.

“Hello.”

Peter didn’t look up. His pen never stopped scratching on the paper. “Hi.”

Tony took a few small steps until he was stood right behind him, watching him write.

He gave a small chuckle. “Can you even read that? No offence but your handwriting is an atrocity.”

“I don’t have time to be neat,” he mumbled, still scribbling away. “This essay is due in two days and I haven’t even finished reading the book.”

“What is it you’re reading?” Tony made to pick up the book but Peter snatched it out of his reach before he could.

“Hey.”

Tony put his hands up in surrender. “Sorry.”

Peter finally looked up at him. His jaw was set. He looked unimpressed, definitely irritated and Tony had the feeling he was treading on thin ice. He could tell he hadn’t slept well the night before. Maybe a bad day at school too. Something was wrong.

“I’m really busy,” Peter said. “This is, like, essay number seven this week. Do you need something?”

Tony took a risk and settled sideways into the chair next to him, still facing him.

“No, no. Nothing. Just wanted to check on my boy, that’s all.”

“Well, he is fine.”

He didn’t look it but Tony played along anyway. “Good. And.. if I’m honest, I’m a little bored. You mind if I hang here for a bit?”

Peter waved a hand, turning back to his work. “It’s your table.”

Tony searched his brain for something that could be wrong. Sleep, that was number one. But it was a busy time at school so that made sense, he knew the poor kid had a mountain of homework. That would also explain his coldness; being tired made Peter a little grumpy, they all knew that by now.

“Right. I’ll just.. sit here.” Tony shifted his chair closer to the table and slid his phone out of his pocket. Maybe he could respond to some emails or messages or something. “And I’ll be quiet,” he added. “I promise.”

Peter merely hummed in acknowledgment.

He was quiet.. for a while. Everything was quiet besides the scratching of Peter’s pen on the paper and the occasional rustle of the page in his book being turned. Tony was restless but he tried not to show it. He stopped himself from fidgeting and sat as still as he could beside him. He couldn’t focus on anything, all of the emails were boring and all of his unanswered messages equally as uninteresting. All he really wanted to do was talk to Peter and find out what was wrong and how concerned he should be. He knew he had a tendency to overdo it when it came to his concern but that was neither here nor there.

Tony huffed and put his phone face down on the table. He had had enough of looking through his emails. He leant forward on his elbows and tilted his head, watching Peter. His tongue was poking out from the side of his mouth and his eyebrows were pinched in concentration.

“Why are you smiling at me like that?” Peter asked without looking up.

“‘Cos your concentration face is adorable.”

“I am not adorable.”

Tony laughed. “You so are.”

Peter made an exasperated noise. “I thought you said you were being quiet.”

“I’m bored.”

“And I’m busy.”

“You don’t want to come to the lab for a bit? Take a break?”

“No. And I really need to concentrate. I’m serious.”

“Okay..” He clicked his tongue. “Serious.. Got it. Serious. I can do serious. I’m great at serious. I’m a professiona -“

“Mr Stark.”

Ouch. They’d finally got him to stop calling him that. Had he really pissed him off that much?

“Sorry. I did promise, didn’t I?”

Peter lifted an eyebrow, looking terribly unimpressed. “You did.”

“Commencing the ‘quiet protocol’ now.” Tony drew his hand across his mouth, miming closing it like a zip. Peter didn’t laugh and turned back to his work.

The room was silent again, Tony just as fidgety as before. Maybe he should just leave, take himself to the lab and be alone. But thing was, he didn’t want to be alone. He felt like a little puppy, desperate for attention and all he was getting here was the grumpiest of receptions possible. But most of all, Tony just wanted to know that Peter was okay but he had a feeling that any conversations concerning feelings wouldn’t go over well. At least he could try handle the simpler parts of taking care of him.

Tony stood without another word and made his way into the kitchen. Food and water - the most basic of human needs. Essential to keeping a stressed teenager happy and healthy. Right?

He thought he did a pretty good job of it actually. A few minutes later, he was walking back to the table with a glass of water with ice and a plate which was arranged quite impressively with an assortment of fruits, vegetables and Peter’s favourite sweet snacks.

He set them both down in front of him and with his now-free hand he brushed a hand over the curls on the back of Peter’s head which was bent low over his work. He’d made good progress on his book, Tony noticed. His pen stilled for a second and he looked up to eye the plate of food before looking up at Tony who slid back into the chair beside him.

“Thank you,” he said earnestly.

In the interest of being quiet, Tony didn’t respond, only gave him the fondest of smiles he reserved only for him.

He went back to his emails. Peter went back to his work. He didn’t touch the food. He scribbled and scribbled and scribbled until the page was full and then he turned it over and scribbled some more until that was full too. He neared the end of the book and then on the final page, he slammed it shut and thrust it away from himself like he couldn't stand to look at the thing anymore.

Tony watched silently as Peter put his elbows on the table and thread his hands into his hair, squeezing just tight enough that Tony almost said something but he held his tongue. He was supposed to be being quiet.

He almost jumped when Peter suddenly shot up from his chair, hastily grabbed all of his things and stomped down the hall and into his room. Tony heard the door slam from where he was sat, stunned.

He sat for a few minutes wondering if it was something he’d done that had tipped him over the edge. Absentmindedly, he grabbed a carrot stick from the untouched plate of food and nibbled on it while he thought over the puzzling matter. Teenagers.

He decided to leave him alone for the next few hours. He was sure he’d come to him if he needed anything or if he thought Tony might be able to help him. Maybe Tony wasn’t the best at writing essays about books but he’d give it his best go if it meant he could take some of his stress away even if he was only there to offer suggestions.

Later that evening, Peter still hadn’t made a reappearance and Tony stopped ignoring the parts of himself that were telling him to worry about his Spider-Kid.

“Pete?” He knocked gently on his door.

“Mmhm,” he heard from inside. Tony cracked the door open.

He was now typing on his laptop frantically, his notes spread out across the desk in front of him. Never did Tony think if he was ever the one to be raising a kid he’d have to tell them to stop doing homework.

“Kiddo, why don’t you take a break? You’ve been at this for hours.”

“Because I need to get this out of the way so I can get on with everything else. I still haven’t started my maths or biology or history or -“

“I get it, you’ve got a lot on. But you still need to look after you. You aren’t going to be doing your best work if you’re this stressed out.”

Peter’s head snapped up and Tony worried that he’d said the wrong thing.

“Just come and have something to eat. Take five. It’ll do a world of good, trust me.”

“I’m not hungry.”

“Peter.” He was always hungry. Growing teenager mixed with a super spider metabolism? He was lying through his teeth.

“I’m not. I’m fine. I’ll come get something when I’m done.”

“How much have you written?”

He glanced back at the laptop. “Three hundred words.”

“How many do you need?”

Peter mumbled a number Tony didn’t catch but the reddening of his cheeks told Tony it was quite a lot more than three hundred.

“Well, I’m sure you can smash them out after you’ve had something to eat.”

“I told you already, I’m not hungry.”

Okay, attitude. Tony raised his hands in a show of peace. “Okay, okay. I’m just trying to help here. I’m just looking out for you.”

“Well, quit it! I don’t have time for this.”

Tony raised a disapproving eyebrow. “I don’t think there’s any need for that tone.”

Peter shot him an incredulous look which then turned swiftly into a scowl. “I don’t think there’s any need for this conversation.”

Tony tried another tactic. He softened his gaze and his tone. “Come on, Pete. You know you can talk to me if there is something bothering yo-”

“Oh, my god! Would you just leave me alone? You’re bothering me!” Peter’s fist were clenched tight, Tony saw them balled on the desk. “You're not my dad!”

Tony was an expert at hiding his emotions. So when his heart took a blow like that, he was perfectly adept at containing the agony so it didn’t show on his face. He just took it.

He nodded slowly, pursing his lips. “Okay, kiddo,” he said softly. “I’ll leave you alone. You can come find me if you need anything.” He left quickly, shutting the door behind him.

It hurt. A lot. Peter wasn’t his biologically but that hadn’t ever mattered to him. Tony loved him like he was his flesh and blood and he’d always thought the feeling was mutual. Maybe he had been wrong all along.

Tony did what he did best when something unpleasant happened - he hid in his lab and tried to forget for a while by tinkering until the callouses on his hands were either bright red or leaking blood. He stayed down there for hours and didn’t sleep for a minute that night. He was too upset to do anything else. The thought of having to face going back upstairs was so uncomfortable that he willed himself to believe for a few hours that he could spend the rest of his life down there.

Peter didn’t want to talk, that was blatantly obvious and Tony wasn’t too fond of the idea of having to leave the comfort of his lab and so he remained there until the sun rose and then remained for a few hours after that.

Peter had already left for school by the time Tony found the courage to venture back upstairs. FRIDAY informed him that he hadn’t been the only one that had spent the entire night awake.

He sat with his coffee for a while, wondering what the next possible step he should take was. Did he acknowledge what had happened or just let it go? Could he let it go? Should he wait for Peter bring it up? Would he? Man, there was a lot to think about. Teenagers.

He sat ruminating and trying to come up with a plan of action until he received a notification on his phone. It was an emergency alert. Iron Man was needed.

Call him selfish but he was almost grateful for whatever force was causing issues in New York that day as it gave him something to do and provided the perfect distraction.

Unfortunately for him, only a little while after they’d begun fighting, a little red and blue flash in the corner of his eye said he wouldn’t be forgetting about the kid anytime soon.

“I thought you were supposed to be in school, kid.” Tony couldn’t help it, it just slipped out.

He was met with no response.

“Spider-Man! You’re on civilian evacuation,” Cap said over the comms.

“Roger that, Captain,” Peter mumbled dejectedly.

Tony flew past Clint who paused for a moment, having also picked up on the teens melancholy and he shot Tony a look before pulling out an arrow and firing it at one of the goons on the ground. Tony touched down next to him, the faceplate retracting, and muted the comms.

“We fought,” he told the archer without preamble. He was a dad, he could give him advice. “Any tips?”

Clint laughed, reaching up to mute his comm too. “Tips on dealing with moody teenagers? Nah, you’re on your own, I haven’t got a clue. But please, if you manage to figure it out, let me know.”

Tony grumbled under his breath and shot off again, dodging a blast from one of the high tech weapons they were trying to neutralise. Tony found the target, aimed and stunned him before he could try it again.

He flew down beside him, ready to grab the weapon and take it back to the jet. Another flash of red caught his eye and he looked up to see Peter swinging with a woman in his arms, carrying her to safety.

Tony took care of the weapon and then flew back to the centre of the chaos. He couldn’t help watching Peter whenever he was within range, it was engrained In him to make sure he was safe at all times. It also meant that he wasn’t able to commit much attention to his surroundings and so he was a little sloppier than usual. He wasn't the only one who noticed but thankfully Clint stuck up for him when Cap questioned it.

“Karen says all the civilians are clear of the immediate area.”

“Great job,” Steve replied. “You can wait for us at the jet if you want.”

“I can help.”

“We’re almost done here anyway. Seriously, take five. You’ve done your part and you’ve done a good job.” Tony was thankful Steve took the lead of benching him before Tony had to. He had the feeling that would have caused quite the scene given the current state of affairs.

Peter appeared on the edge of a rooftop, crouching with his hands between his legs in one of his signature poses. Tony cracked a smile at the sight. No matter what had happened he would never stop loving his kid and his spidery ways.

Guns fired and Tony had to tear his eyes away, forcing himself to focus on the task at hand. He couldn’t for long because Peter jumped and swung down, throwing himself directly into the battlefield.

Tony grumbled internally but chose to hold his tongue. He was being oddly quiet but anything else he was sure would just end in arguments and no one wanted that.

Tony watched him snatch a gun from the hands of one of the enemy with a web and webbed it up out of he way. The man himself was next and before he could move, he was struggling against the restraints that had him firmly secured to the lamp post behind him.

Two goons saw Spider-Man take down their friend and yelled - with more fury than Tony thought Peter deserved to have directed at him - and aimed up at the web-slinger. Clearly these guys had some hard feelings after the ferry incident.

Tony saw it happening and felt himself moving before he’d actively chosen to do so. There were two blasts of light, one that Peter dodged easily and the other that wasn’t so simple and would have hit him square in the chest if Tony hadn’t thrown himself in front of him.

He didn’t feel the impact. He didn’t feel anything. Just saw the light fading. He never felt himself hit the concrete. The only thing he remembered was hearing a scream that hadn’t come from him.

***

“.. Up! Wake up! Please! Oh, god, please! Wake up!”

Inside his metal tomb, which was as unresponsive as he was, Tony felt the jostling movements as someone above him tried to frantically shake him awake.

“God! Tony, please! Say something!”

They were becoming louder and more desperate. Tony wanted to reassure them, like a primal urge to keep them safe and happy was stirring inside of him, but he couldn’t move his mouth. His eyes were still closed - he had to get them to open first of all.

“Oh, my god. Oh, my god. No. Wake up. Please!”

I’m trying, he wanted to say. I’m okay. I’m awake. He couldn’t speak.

“I’m sorry! I’m sorry! God, I’m so so sorry! Please, Tony, please,” Peter begged.

It was all he needed to try and wake himself up, hearing the hysteria creeping into Peter’s words. Tony blinked his eyes open. The inside of his suit was dark apart from the small blinking light at the edge of his vision which was his back up power. He’d be able to get out of the suit, thank goodness for that. If he could just figure out how to move..

“Karen? K-Karen, is he.. is he dead? Please, just tell me if he’s dead, just say it. Just say it now. Just tell me.”

Oh, god.

The faceplate flicked open and Tony found himself looking up at a very distressed Peter. His mask was off and they were in a secluded alley not where he remembered being last time he was conscious. Peter must have dragged the suit out of the chaos. The poor kid was white as a sheet and his eyes were frantic. They found his.

“Not dead,” Tony managed to say in a rasping wheeze.

“Tony!”

Peter flung himself down over the top of him, hugging the suit and holding on as if his life depended on it. The impact jostled him and he became aware of a burning sensation in his chest. He held in his gasp for Peter’s sake.

“Oh, my god, Tony! I thought you were dead! You fell! You - you..”

“Shh, hey, shh. Give.. give me a second to figure out if I am actually alive. I’d hate to.. to give you false hope.” Talking hurt.

Peter leaned back, sitting on his heels but keeping one hand on the chest plate of Tony’s suit. His other hand went to his comm. “Karen?” A pause. Peter’s wide eyes looked him over. “She says.. she says you might be concussed. And.. and - god - your ribs. Broken.”

“Mmhm. Feel that,” Tony groaned.

“You’re.. you’re bleeding too.”

“Huh. Where?”

“You’re head.”

“Well, she did say concussion. Doesn’t miss a trick, does she?”

Peter’s lip was wobbling. Tony had the absurd urge to laugh. There was nothing funny about this but everything was suddenly hysterical. He worked with all of his strength to keep it in.

“Why are you smiling?” Peter sniffed.

“Because you are adorable.”

“Stop it. I am not.” He sniffed again.

“You never believe me when I say that but I promise you, I’m right.”

Peter shook his head, keeping his lips pressed firmly together which only proved Tony’s point further.

“Come on, kiddo, help me out of this thing so I can give you a hug.”

They had to work together to get him out of the suit. The more Tony moved, the more he realised how much everything hurt. He winced with every inch they sat him upright. Peter kept him steady with a hand on his back, his super strength bearing most of Tony’s weight.

When he was upright, Peter didn’t go in a for a hug. Tony felt a trickle of blood down the side of his face. For a split second, he wondered if Peter was still just as upset as he had been the previous night - if he was still bothering him. But one look at his face told Tony that wasn’t true.

“You jumped in front of me,” he whispered. There were tears in his eyes.

“My suit’s better.”

“You’re hurt.”

“You could have died.”

Peter squeezed his eyes closed. “You can’t.. you can’t do that. I thought..” His inhaled sharply. “I thought you were dead and I thought the last thing I said to you was.. was..” Peter gave an awful sob.

“Oh, kiddo. Come here.”

He wrapped his arms around Peter who dissolved immediately into a blubbering mess.

“I didn’t mean it, I swear! It wasn’t true! I didn’t mean it!”

Tony suddenly felt like an idiot for ever believing those words. How had he ever been stupid enough to think for a second that Peter could have possibly meant them? If he loved Tony only half as much as he loved Peter, then that would still be an enormous amount. He didn’t know how these things - matters of the heart - worked, not really, but he knew one thing and that was that his kid was his, blood or not.

“I know, kiddo. I know.”

“I’m so so sorry!”

His hand was in his hair, Peter’s face pressed against his shoulder and spreading snot and tears and all things gross all over him. Tony didn’t mind one bit - he himself was leaking blood all over the place too.

“You don't have anything to be sorry for.”

It didn’t calm him down. In fact, Peter made a miserable sound somewhere between a sob and a moan and shook harder.

“I’m sorry! Please, dad. I’m so so sorry!”

Tony froze. He’d never said that before. Never. Not once. Tony never thought he would given how long it took for him to be comfortable even saying ‘Tony’. He’d practically had to beg him.

Ribs twinging, heart bursting, Tony turned his head so he could plant a kiss on the top of Peter’s head.

“There is no need for apologies. I know you didn’t mean it.” Tony sighed contentedly. “My son. My boy. I love you.”

Peter nodded frantically, still sniffling. “I love you too.”

“I know you’ve been stressed out lately. How about when we get home and I get myself patched up we have a talk about whatever’s really bothering you? Come up with a solution. Sound good?”

“Yeah..”

“Good.” He squeezed him, repressing his wince as he did so. “Good.”

Footsteps came crashing along the street towards them as Steve came running into the alley. “Tony! I got here as soon as I could, we just got everything cleaned up. Are you okay!?”

He looked at his son and smiled. “Perfect, Cap. Everything’s perfect.” Peter smiled back. Everything was truly wonderful.

Peter looked up Steve. “He’s lying,” he said, “his ribs are far from perfect.”

Tony groaned. “Thanks for the reminder, kid. I had just about forgotten.”

“We’ll get you patched up in the jet,” Steve said, relaxing when he saw his friend was relatively okay.

“Get me some ice for my ribs, Capsicle, would you? I know how much you love ice.”

Peter’s laugh was his favourite sound in the whole world.

The end.

#fanfic #irondad and spiderson #spider-man #irondad #marvel #iron man #marvel mcu #peter parker #light angst #angst #angst with a happy ending #all their problems would be solved if they weren't so emotionally constipated #marvel fic #avengers #marvel cinematic universe #spiderson

68 notes · View notes

theravenclawlover · 2 years

Text

🎃Kinktober Day 29🎃

Day Prompt: Boot worship/Mind Control/Medical Play (Didn't like any of them so Day 9 prompt idea)

Word Count: 682

Warnings: +18 (MDNI), sexual content, oral sex ( F and M receiving), shit writing, and very lewd descriptions because I am, indeed, a pervert.

A/N: This was written in ten minutes, not sure whether I'm proud or not. Also, I love this man. Theseus, my beloved.

Theseus Scamander x F!Reader

It had been a very long month, neither you nor Theseus had expected the case to turn so complicated. The whole Ministry was in shambles as they struggled to capture a group of Dark Wizards who were connected with Grindelwald’s group. But they, unlike the boss man, were upfront about what their message was: kill Muggles and Muggleborns as well as anyone who interfered with their goals.

And as work took over every single moment of your life, you and Theseus hadn’t had the opportunity to even spend time at home. Neither one together at the same time, the bed always half cold. But when the time had come, both of you had taken it to share quick kisses with mumbles of ‘I love you’. But as you both intended to go back to work, neither had been able to let go.

Thus the current problem lies. Your office door was locked, still unsure if you had put a silencing charm or not, but it was too late to truly care as both you and Theseus were naked, he laid on the desk, feet on the chair to keep his legs high, you were biting your lip as you rode his face. His hands gripped your hips as he tried to keep you steady while his tongue licked at you like a starved man. And Theseus reckoned he was, a month without having your taste on his tongue had made him close his eyes when he was alone trying to recall the way you tasted and sounded. And now here he was getting to experience it all over again, and he was going to make it a hell of a good time. You were gasping, trying to keep your moans to an acceptable tone. Enough for him to hear but for everyone else to remain clueless unless they pressed their ears to the door.

“I’m going to cum,” you moaned, hands grabbing at your tits as you twitched. Your thighs squeezed Theseus’ head without care as you drowned him with your cum. But Theseus was moaning against you as his tongue licked you and fucked your hole. When it got too much, you clawed at his firm stomach.

He let go with a kiss to your cunt. You moved away, and in a blink of an eye, you had moved around to find yourself in the position he had been in. But your head hung from the corner of the desk, Theseus cock fucking your mouth until he finally gave you what you wanted: his cum down your throat.

Theseus was straining his neck as he looked down at you, head held where he wanted it, your throat exposed to him. And as he watched his long cock disappear between your lips, he could see his cock filling your throat, the outline of his cock making an obscene bulge. He’d been fucking your mouth with slow thrusts, staring at how good you were controlling your gag reflex in order to take him all the way, until his balls were against your tear-stained face, saliva running down the side of your mouth.

“Fuck, love, I wish you could see how hot this is,” he moaned, whining when he felt your throat tightening at an attempted swallowing motion from you. You moaned. “Good fucking girl, taking my cock beautifully.”

You moaned louder at the praise, and your fingers couldn’t resist anymore so they found your wet folds. Without many preambles, three of your fingers filled you up as best as they could, and with experienced motions, you fucked yourself.

“Oh fucking h-” he stopped himself as one final thrust had him burying his dick to the hilt, your face flushed against his spasming balls and cock. Your fingers stopped as you concentrated on not choking as Theseus spurted ropes of cum into you like you were made for it.

By the time meetings began to take place again, no one dared to address the fact that the Head of the Department was nowhere to be found or that his girlfriend was also missing.

#theravenclawlover #Kinktober 2022 #Theseus Scamander #Theseus Scamander smut #Theseus Scamander x reader #Theseus Scamander x reader smut #Fantastic Beasts

841 notes · View notes

lu-sn · 1 year

Note

Gremlin Macau for the prompt ? Or ramble on about Macau? 😬

huh. how the heck did you know i think about macau 24/7 😂

here's a post-canon headcanon for you:

neither vegas nor pete are any good at taking photos. vegas will obediently point a camera in macau's direction whenever macau asks ("uh, yeah, hia, i can and will shove all fifteen of these marshmallows in my mouth, are you doubting me") — but vegas doesn't have the instinct to take photos on his own, and the only selfies he's ever taken are thirst traps and dick pics as part of his ill-advised seduction attempts (not that macau knows this, bless his soul). pete, on the other hand, wasn't allowed a cellphone as a bodyguard, and cellphone technology evolved eight times over during his tenure, so pete can't take a good photo to save his life. stray blurry fingers in the corners of photos, light glare, terrible framing, that sort of thing.

what this means, of course, is that neither vegas nor pete have a ton of great photos of each other.

but macau is a fucking pro at this shit, okay, macau has studied the blade. so macau takes more than enough photos for the three of them, because he's great, and someone needs to document all the shit they do, and hia and phi better be thankful—

and they are. they'll linger over his shoulder as he's going through his photos, and they'll go "macau, that one's really good," and "can you send that to me?" and macau will start to sense a pattern. namely, his brother and his (soon-to-be!) brother-in-law are gross sappy dorks, and are farming him for photos of each other.

so macau, because he's the bestest little brother ever, starts to deliberately sneak shots of each of them to send to the other. totally unprompted, he'll send vegas these stunning candid shots of pete — pete playfully biting into a chicken skewer, pete waving at macau from a distance while leaning casually against their car, pete smiling off into the sunset. and vegas is down bad for these photos, macau sends him one when they're in the same room and gets to hear vegas make the most embarrassing strangled noise when he opens the notification and macau busts a lung laughing at him about it. (vegas does not put him in a headlock over it, because vegas is an addict, and vegas knows better than to piss off his dealer.)

the catch?

the photos that macau is sending to pete, of vegas... are terrible 😂 meme-worthy levels of cringe. vegas caught mid-snore, vegas's face scrunched up mid-blink, blurry chipmunk vegas with his mouth full of some food or the other. macau even manages to get a shot of vegas tripping and almost faceplanting over a loose branch on the sidewalk, and macau and pete cannot stop giggling about it for a straight fifteen minutes. (vegas is extremely suspicious, and also doesn't want to know, thanks very much.) pete eventually starts setting these photos as his phone lock screen and it drives vegas insane, but of course in the end he lets pete do whatever pete wants. of course he has no idea macau is the real culprit. (this con goes on for years.)

(but macau loves his brother too, so every once in a while, he'll do his brother justice. and he'll send something to pete, and he'll see the most gentle smile spread across pete's face, and he'll think, hell yeah. nailed it. best bro award goes to ME.)

#i lub him i lub them all #thank you for the ask i feel so much better already ❤️❤️❤️#i hope u enjoy #it truly is a ramble 😂#kinnporsche #macau theerapanyakul #vegaspete #mvp #mine: asks #rainy day asks

170 notes · View notes

generalhumancloudalmond · 1 year

Text

Here is a part 2 of this request👀

...

Part 1: Four walls

Freedom

Platonic!Yandere!Decay of angels x Child!Male!Reader

You didn't understand how it happened. Your whole house was on fire, but neither Bram nor Fukuchi was there. Realizing that you were alone, you ran outside. Having been poisoned by gas, you felt weak and saw how everything was getting dark, and how the fire seemed to be parting in front of you. After making the last dash, you ran out of the house, your legs gave way and after a couple of steps you stumbled and rolled away from the burning building, where the fire wouldn't have reached you. Breathing heavily, you began to lose consciousness. The arms that grew out of the ground and wrapped around your weakening body were the last thing you saw.

But as soon as you opened your eyes, a large open evening or morning sky appeared before you, without smoke and suffocating gas. Sitting down carefully, you finally made sure that you were still alive and now you were on some wasteland.

"Ha ha ha! Who would have thought that of all the participants in this wonderful show, it is you who will complicate and ruin everything!"

"Ruin?..."

"That's right! After all, in the book you are already dead..."

You looked at this man in perplexity, afraid to utter a word. He was a psycho, it was obvious and his whole behavior screamed about it. Suddenly, he abruptly turned away from you to the left side and covered his mouth with his cloak, his voice also changed, he became more squeaky and it looks like now this madman was parodying you.

"Mr. Nikolai Vasilyevich Gogol, what is a book?"

Then he abruptly turned to the right and took his hand away from his mouth, his voice became as before.

"A book is an ability that can change our entire reality and everything that is written in it will come true."

"Oh my God, you are so smart Nikolai Vasilyevich!"

"Oh please, no need to be so kind..."

"There's a man in the sky!"

You interrupted his monologue and pointed at the man in the sky.

"Hey, Sigma!"

It was true that another person was falling right from heaven on you. Noticing him, the psychopath began to adjust his clothes as if preparing for his triumphant appearance on stage. Gogol laughed loudly, unwrapping his cloak again and preparing to finally save Sigma.

Sigma turned out to be adequate, which could not but please. And during all of Gogol's explanations, you tried to stay close to him. Sigma, in turn, was frankly sorry for you, he knew that they wanted to kill you, and understood that if the plan didn't work out, then it definitely wouldn't end well for you.

"Hey! Of course, I understand that the audience should be separate from the speakers, but have a conscience! I saved you both, actually! And anyway, Y/n, I didn't expect this from you!"

Gogol began to point at you resentfully with his finger, like a small child with whom you refused to play by his rules.

"Stuck to Sigma like a bath sheet and zero attention to me! By the way, I am your savior and brother in misfortune! I didn't follow Dostoevsky's plan either, and I'm still alive! But you're still stuck with Sigma, not me! It's not fair! You know what? As a punishment for your indifference to me, you will be the first to go to prison to Fedya!"

"Wha...!"

Suddenly Gogol's hand grabbed your leg and started dragging you down. You instinctively grabbed for the nearby Sigma. He grabbed you tightly, not letting you be dragged away. And now you can easily be compared to some carrot that they stubbornly want to pull out of the garden.

"Ha Ha Ha! Well, you're both funny! But! Fortunately, I have two hands!"

A gun appeared out of the air, which was now aimed at Sigma's head. There was a click. You fell into space, and a cold jet of water hit Sigma in the face.

"You didn't think that I would kill you right after I saved you, did you, Sigma?..."

You found yourself in a strange room on the floor. After a couple of seconds, a man landed with a crash to your right. And a second later there were already two of them. And both of them frankly didn't inspire any confidence to you. Although after everything that happened to you, it would be strange if everything were different. They were both looking at you.

"You..."

"And here we are! Oh, Fedya! How glad I am!"

Finally, Nikolai and Sigma appeared. Gogol first jumped on the above-mentioned Dostoevsky, and Sigma stood aside. You began to carefully slip to him, he noticed your approach, too. He took a couple of steps and stretched out his hand a little. However, when you had only a few steps left, Gogol grew up between you and Sigma, and quickly caught your hand stretched out to Sigma.

"Fedenka, Fedya, look who else I've brought! Our favorite Y/n!"

Dostoevsky's gaze shifted back to you. But this time, an evil, devilish smile appeared on his lips, and devils danced in his eyes.

"What wonderful news..."

"I like him now too! You don't mind, do you, Fedya? Please, tell me, you don't mind!"

"Oh, Kolya... How can I..."

Dostoevsky came almost close to you, you didn't look at him, but that didn't stop you from feeling his sharp gaze and crazy smile. You flinched when his hand abruptly appeared on your head and began stroking.

"... I wrote you down in the sheet of book twice, but you never followed its plot, you are a denial of God and his mistake..."

Fear for your life and resentment an obscure resentment mixed inside you, not allowing you to move from your place. What are you supposed to do now anyway? Deny it? Cry? Beg for mercy? What?

At the same time, Dostoevsky loomed over you, his gaze was mad and even fanatical. His hand moved from your head to your chin and he made you look at him. You sobbed and a tear flowed down your cheek.

"It's unbelievable..."

Fedor didn't let a drop roll down your cheek, he caught it with his finger and together with the blood from his burr, he rubbed it over your face, forming a bloody trail, more like a scratch. Suddenly you were pulled by the arm and pulled into a cloak. Now you were standing away from Dostoevsky, right next to Gogol, who hid you in his cloak.

"Forgive me, Fedenka, but you never got along with children... oh! I know! Let Y/n be your additional motivation to win! Isn't that a good idea? Well, what do you say, Fedenka?"

"Really great extra motivation..."

"And if you lose... Then Y/n will stay with me..."

#reader #platonic yandere #yandere #platonic #child reader #male reader #bungou stray dogs #platonic yandere bungou stray dogs #yandere bsd #platonic bsd #platonic yandere Gogol #platonic yandere Sigma #platonic yandere Dostoevsky #bsd gogol #bsd dostoevsky #bsd sigma

205 notes · View notes