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domthedevil · 3 years

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I'm absolutely loving your gentle series, could you maybe do Beel next? 👉👈

Big Beel is already so gentle and this made me weak in the knees. I don’t know what it is about this series but it’s so fun to write. Thank you for sending this in! Also is 3 AM so ignore my horrible errors.

Be Gentle pt 4

Warnings: Beel x AFAB!MC, loss of virginity

The stupid way Asmo and Mammon bickered over who you liked better only made Beel’s stomach rumble. Thinking there were better places to be, Beel crept out of the room and made his way to your room. He remembered you’d brought a special snack from the Human World for him. And he’d be lying if he said the previous conversation didn’t make him want to see you.

Hearing a knock on your door - a single loud thunk, you called for Beel to come in in response. Joyfully he walked in to see you relaxing in bed. He forgot you had been waiting for him to give this gift the him. He apologized softly before sitting behind you on the bed, wrapping his arms around you and the small present you held. Beel’s chin rested on your shoulder as your cheeks grew warm.

“I got a present from home. It’s my favorite.” Kissing his cheek softly you opened the box to show him the treat you had picked out just for him. That little dribble of drool you thought was adorable grazed your cheek. “B-Beel!!”

“S-Sorry!” He clumsily wiped his mouth and your cheek with the sleeve of his jacket. Your laugh assured him that you weren’t actually mad. Shifting to sit in his lap facing him, hands on his shoulders, you kissed his cheek again. Beel noticed hot warm your cheek was against his when you spoke lowly.

“Actually Beel...I was hoping I could ask you something?”

“Of course!” Beel managed to make out in between bites.

“MC...Im really happy.” His red cheeks framed the huge smile across his face. “I want to...be close to you.”

“You’re being too honest.” You nervously laughed. “But...if it’s you Beel, I know you’ll be gentle.”

“Of course.”

His husky voice brushed against Your lips as he kissed you softly. Too softly. But you smiled as he slowly pressed against you harder. Broad arms shed the jacket he normally wore, followed by his shirt. He knew they wouldn’t be missed. Now that they were bare, Beel’s arms wrapped around you tightly.

A small moan slipped through your puffy lips. Beel’s tongue wrestled yours into submission. His kisses were so different from anyone else’s. He knew how to work this muscle to achieve its peak performance. He groaned in response before further exploring your mouth. These small noises you made while he kissed you drove him insane. Beel blushed slightly as he thought about coming the other night to the thought of this. Of sharing this experience.

Rubbing his chest, soft but firm under your finger tips, your hips rocked slowly against his. Parting a moment from the intoxicating kiss, you let out a subtle gasp for air. Beel’s big hands travelled to your hips. Holding them still as he used his own hips to rub against you. The rough way he pressed his hardening cock against you made you wet. He was an impressive size. And you worried for a moment what it would feel like.

“Don’t worry. I’ll take care of you MC.” His low soothing voice resounded in your core.

Holding you close, he rolled you both over. A little too eagerly, Beel helped you out of your clothing. Seeing you naked in front of him had that same small trail of drool run down his chin. You felt a little embarrassed, but flattered all the same. Wiping his mouth clean again, he lied onto you so that he could kiss you, and trail down to your sensitive nubs. A shaky moan from your excited voice made his member twitch with need.

“Is this good MC?” Beel needed validation and confirmation.

“You can be...a little rougher.” Your voice was small but laced with lust. Arms on his shoulders, you braces your self as his teeth nibbled around your peaks. Sucking and licking hungrily. “Nngh-! Y-yes...that’s good.”

As your hands tangle in his bright locks, his hands traveled under you. Your hips twitch at the feeling of his rough finger against your clit. Huffing Beel’s name quietly, he moved his finger in tight circles against the sensitive bundle of nerves. Making small waves of heat run through you. Beel grew harder the more you said his name. Fuck he was trying so hard to hold back. But this was about you, not just him.

Slipping a finger into your entrance, Beel was met with little resistance, though it felt as if it were two of your own fingers at once. You had already soaked the underwear you’d been wearing earlier,helping him ease into you. His second finger made your voice crack. Though not too thick or long, his fingers were still able to stretch parts of you that you’d never felt before. Beel whispered small encouragements as he worked to stretch you more.

“Does it hurt MC? I’ll stop if it does.”

“N-No. Don’t stop now.”

“You’re doing so well MC. Relax and let me take care of you.”

Moving away a moment, Beel’s face turned a deep red as he watched you watching him. Slowly the buckle on his belt and underwear descended and there you gazed upon his cock for the first time. He was intimidating, but you still bit your bottom lip with desire. The glazed look in your eye made Beel’s heart pound.

Holding your thighs together with his hands, Beel pulled you to the edge of your bed. Holding your legs vertically, he aligned his cock with the space between your thighs and swollen clit.

“Squeeze your thighs MC...I want to show you a little...how it’s going to feel.”

Following his suggestion and squeezing your legs tightly together, Beel thrusted his cock between your legs, tucked right above your dripping sex and slamming the tip of his cock against your clit. You couldn’t stop the moans leaving you breathless. Gripping at the sheets below you and twisting with pleasure only encouraged Beel to thrust faster and harder.

A deep burning in your core started to become unbearable. Every ridge on his shaft covered itself in your delicious slick. Your sensitive pearl being roughly pressed sent wave after wave of ecstasy over you. Soon it crashed against your shores. Walls clenching around nothing, your first orgasm had your hips twitching. Beel had to stop himself from drooling again as he admired your lewd expression. His hips had stopped once he realized your moans were growing sexier and sexier.

“M-more. Beel I want more...” you managed to puff and pant out as you spread your legs.

“I love you MC.” He held your hands in his large and rough ones. Rubbing his slick covered dick in short thrusts and pressing the tip of his cock inside you, your relaxed walls and wet pussy wanted to suck him inside. However he was going to move slow. Easing himself in, Beel groaned as it passed inside of you for the first time. You hissed loudly, holding back the cry you wanted to let out. A few small tears fell as your breathing regulated. A sharp pain had scared you a moment, but it had faded to a dull ache.

“Beel...I love you.” Your shaky voice rang out as he continued to sink himself into your warmth. “It feels so strange but...it feels so good too.”

“Do you want me to move?”

You nodded as your arms wrapped around his neck. Placing a soft kiss to your cheek, he lifted his hips in slow thrusts. Letting the feeling of his dick pulling in and out of you linger each time he moved. Licking soothingly on your neck he moved as evenly as possible.

“Is that good?”

“Mmn...m-more Beel.”

His grin and the glimmer in his amethyst eyes made you fall even more in love with him. As his hips sped up he began to press against a very sensitive spot. With how much he was stretching you it felt like every thrust built the heat in your core.

“Y-yes.”

He loved how vocal you were. Hearing how much you liked it encouraged him. Gave him freedom to indulge as well. Knowing he was the first to see this side of you made him blush furiously. This sight was just for him. Straightening his back, Beel looked down at you as he bounced you up and down his cock. Seeing the full picture made his orgasm quicken. And soon your name fell from his lips like a spell he had to remember for class.

“Beel I’m close again. It’s so tight and hot. W-what do I do?” There was a slight panic in your tone.

“Shhh...hold on to me.”

Wrapping his arms around your torso again, Beel buried his face into your neck. Your hasty moans and whimpers made him drool uncontrollably. This time there was no stopping it. But you were too focused on the burning coil about to spring inside you.

“Coming...” Beel could barely make out your whine. But he knew he had heard you clearly when your walls flexed and pulsed and squeezed around him. A deep guttural sound echoed in your room as Beel unexpectedly felt himself come inside you. You begged him to still a moment as your whole body twitched and adjusted back to gravity. Your orgasm had run so deep your toes were numb.

“MC. Are you...?” Beel’s voice trailed off as he finished cleaning you and himself up. Still nude, he rested on the bed beside you. Locking eyes with yours.

“I’m great Beel. That was so amazing.” You bit your lip again, looking at him with bedroom eyes. “Can we...do it again?”

Letting out a hearty chuckle, Beel lifted you so that you straddled his waist above him.

“Anything for you MC.”

“You’re drooling Beel...”

This is a continuation of a request. Read more here:

Be Gentle (Levi x AFAB!MC)

Be Gentle (Belphegore x AFAB!MC)

Be Gentle (Satan x AFAB!MC)

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jademakean · 3 years

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𝐕𝐚𝐥𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐞𝐬 𝐊𝐢𝐬𝐬

Timothée Chalamet x Reader

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RAYS OF GOLD peeked through the blinds causing you to lazily drape your arms over your squinted eyes.

Beige satin sheets curled around your body, softly caressing your thighs as you shifted to your comfort.

A smile made its way to your lips, recognizing the faint sound of the vinyl downstairs along with the subtle footsteps.

You moved your messy hair out of your face as you sat up.

It's Valentine's day, the clock displayed 8:52 A.M. specifically. You and Timothée were planning on going to Paris, spend the Holliday in the city of love, suffocating on the romanticized areas with twinkling lights and bouquets on display. However, due to the circumstances the world was in, it became evident that the idea of travelling during a pandemic wasn't very safe. You both settled on staying home and enjoying each other's presence.

Warmth comforted you as you wrapped your fur blanket around your body, slipping on your cotton high socks. The smell of toasted bread filled your senses the more steps you took down the flight of stairs.

You peeked into the kitchen, laying eyes on your boyfriend. His fluffy hair was going in all different directions, bouncing slightly as he moved around. A sage green apron was fitted around his lean torso to keep anything from dirtying his clothes, the colour contrasting his brunette hair beautifully.

"Timothée." you cooed. The sudden sound of your voice frightened him, resulting in him quickly turning towards you with widened eyes. "Happy Valentine's day, hun." You moved from your place, making your way over to his startled body before welcoming him in a loving embrace, which he returned shortly.

Once you looked up at him you were able to acknowledge his troubled expression. "What's wrong? Did you forget it's Valentine's day?" You wouldn't mind, he's been quite busy lately. It's not like it's a birthday or anything.

"No, it's just- I was hoping I could've brought you breakfast in bed, but I woke up later than usual and I was supposed to prepare a lot." He sighed in disappointment. You eyed all the laid out fruit and different sweets on the counter. The only things that seemed finished were chocolate-covered strawberries and toast.

A smiled was visible as you gazed up at him. It was usual for him to go all out no matter how unnecessary it was. You softly placed your hands on his rosy cheeks. "This is more than enough don't worry." he smiles softly at your words but there was a dissatisfied glint to his eyes that remained. You thought carefully about what to say that would make him feel better. "How about this, you can put the food on the coffee table, I'll organize everything." carefully toying with a lock of his hair "After we finish we can eat and cuddle on the sofa, whatever way you'd like."

Timothée's lips contorted into a playful grin, nodding at your suggestion and bolting towards the table with the breakfast. You laughed lightly and his childish behaviour.

As you poured all the ingredients into the ceramic bowl you felt Timothée's presence behind you, bending down and resting his chin on your shoulder.

You proceeded to give him instructions on what to do, which he obliged to, wanting to make the baking process as effortless for you as possible until there came a point where he couldn't do anything but watch.

He sat on the marble counter observing the way your hands moved swiftly while pouring the batter into a heart-shaped pan, perking up when he noticed you opening the heated oven. "Done?" He asked quietly "Yup, we gotta check back in twenty minutes though."

Carefully taking his hand in yours, you guide him towards the couch, his bunny slippers dragging on the floor lazily. You sit down taking a strawberry between your lips before biting down. The unusual mixed flavours exploded in your mouth urging you to hum in satisfaction.

"This tastes delicious, Timmy." Your praise brought a smile to his face which he attempted to hyde. "Movie?

He looked down at you for a moment before laying in between your legs and resting his head on your chest. This had always been your favourite position, his heavy body making you feel comforted.

You moved your fingers between his locks of hair, massaging his scalp gently. Timothée's face flexed slightly indicating that your gesture caused him to smile. He played with the hem of your shirt strap before dipping his fingers underneath it and caressing the soft skin of your shoulder. “You seem very quiet today.” You noted half way into the comedy movie.

His frame shifted slightly before pressing a kiss where his face rested. “Im just glad we're together.” You glanced down, in an attempt to read his facial expression but his halo of hair was covering it. “Awe, look at little Timmy going all soft.” You teased poking his side to which he laughed at. “I guess you bring it out of me.” He said gazing up at you with a million-dollar smile. “God, how dare you be romantic with your girlfriend. You’re starting to gross me out. I think we need to break up.”

You shimmied from underneath, a lazy whine came from him.

The velvet cake steamed from the counter you placed it on, different coloured frosting in your hand as you massaged it slowly “You know.. I've been trying to do my worse but I guess I don't have it in me, especially when my girlfriend always checks up on me and makes me laugh-” his voice gradually got louder the closer he moved towards you “She treats me well.. I love it when she makes sure I ate enough when she makes me lavender rose tea with a touch of honey when she notices I'm stressed, how she kisses my cheek in public because she's too shy to kiss me on the lips-”

Timothée turned your body towards him before guiding you to sit on the counter, his fingers detangling the silk belt that kept your robe closed causing it to slightly fall from your shoulders. His arms wrapped around you from underneath the gown, his rosy nose brushing against yours gently “But I especially love the way she makes me feel.”

You hum in question, a visible grin on your face “She makes me feel warm inside. When I see her, I see the reason why I've been looking at everything through rose coloured glasses. Why I feel so happy to be alive.” He sighs as you traced his scattered freckles “Every time she smiles I need to take a step back and just say ‘Wow..this woman is with me. How did I manage to do something like that? How is it that she loves me as much as I love her?’, every single time.” He whispered

“It's charity work, I know.”

He laughed wholeheartedly causing you to do the same. Your cold fingertips gathered some frosting before lightly pressing it on his lips. Stealing a kiss from him. Sweet and stained with emotion.

His heavy breathing mixing with yours, fanning each other's faces harshly but somehow gently at the same time before you pulled away. “I love you, Timmy.”

“And I love you.”

#timothee fanfic #timothee fluff #timothee imagine #timothee x reader #timothee x y/n #timothee x you #timothee angst #timothee chalamet #timothee chalamet x reader

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nepenthendline · 3 years

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yaho darling! 💕 i see that you’re doing a mini event OwO i was wondering if i could request something with Daichi 👉🏼👈🏼 like the two of u getting ready for work and both of you are just flirting as you undress and dress. and MY GOD Daichi looks SOOO good shirtless with dem fireman pants hanging low and he’s all handsy on you too and then heheheh sexy times OwO bsjsksks sorry babe i have a lot of feels thank u i luv u >x<

DOMESTIC FLIRTING - DAICHI

A/N: plsssss im too weak for daichi

CW: some groping but no actual smutt stuff

Tagging: @daichis-kitty @ceo-of-daichi so we can all be daichi whores together

Daichi:

Mornings with Daichi were always calm. It wasn’t every day you got to spend your mornings together before work, but the times you did never failed to set you in a good mood of the rest of the day.

You walked out of the bathroom after brushing your teeth, only clad in one of Daichi’s large shirts, to find your shirtless husband pulling his work trousers up his legs, certainly not missing how he had to give them a firm tug to get them past his thick thighs. You leaned against the door frame for a moment, admiring him in the morning light with a lazy smile. He looped his belt through the waistband and pulled tight to secure it, accentuating his bulging biceps as his arms flexed. The trousers hung low on his hips even with the belt, drawing your eyes down to his stomach where the trail of hair disappeared into his pants.

His head rose in your direction once he noticed your presence and held his arms out, inviting you in. Quickly you rushed over, wrapping your arms around his waist and resting your head on his warm, bare chest, feeling his heartbeat pump against your ear. His arms covered your shoulders, keeping you close to him and he pressed a kiss on the top of your head.

“I’m gonna make us some breakfast when I’m dressed, did you want coffee?” He asked, pulling back enough to look at you. Your eyes were drawn to his broad chest and your hands raised from his waist to meet your eye line as you nodded with a hum. His skin was so warm under your touch and his chest, while muscular and firm, also had a slight softness that allowed your fingers to bury themselves in.

One of hands came to under your chin, using a finger to lift your face up until you were eye-to-eye. His eyebrow was raised, but the smirk he possessed let you to believe he was enjoying your wandering eyes. He shook his head yet came closer until his lips met yours with a slow kiss.

“You, my love, need to get dressed, and so do I,” he firmly spoke after parting. You pouted in reply, a whine leaving your throat as you gently squeezed on his chest.

“But it would be a crime to cover this,” you retorted, gesturing with your eyes to his chest. He chuckled and took your wrists in his hands, pulling them away and picking up his shirt.

“It would also be a crime to go to work shirtless,” hooking his hands in the shirt, he slid it over his head and pulled down until his body was completely covered, much to your dismay - although the tight fit did compliment his body well.

Fine, if he wasn’t going to give you attention, you’re just going to have to play dirty, you thought before tugging the loose shirt on your body over your head. Bending down, you rummaged through the bottom drawer of the dresser, picking out some underwear. As you stood up you saw Daichi’s head turn away from the corner of your eye - so he was looking.

You hooked your fingers into the band of your panties, pulling them down slowly, before putting the new pair on, tugging them a little higher on your hips than usual. The black, lacy bra came next, one you knew Daichi loved in particular and that did little to cover your skin. You turned to the mirror and adjusted your breasts until they sat perfectly in the cups, not forgetting to look at him through the reflection where he was making the bed with a slight pink tinge to his cheeks.

Making your way to the closet, you picked out a short skirt with a slit on the side. You knew you definitely couldn’t wear this to work, but it would rile him up for sure. After sliding your legs in, you returned to the mirror and began pulling up the zipper, only for it to get ‘stuck’.

“Baby, could you come help me zip this up? I can’t do it myself,” you faked innocence, turning to him with a slight pout. He didn’t reply, only walked closer and turning you back towards the mirror. His hands trailed down your back towards the zipper, then slowly pulled it up until the skirt was fit snug on your waist. He bend down, with his hands on your waist, close to your ear.

“I know what you’re doing; you’re not very subtle,” he whispered, pressing a kiss behind your ear as you watched in the mirror.

“I wasn’t trying to-” your words were caught in your throat as his lips moved to your neck, tongue licking at the skin before kissing it. His thumb grazed over the band of your bra, before inching upwards to cup your breast.

“So you weren’t trying to get my attention?” You couldn’t reply though, not with his other hand snaking down and toying with the edge of your skirt. His kisses drifted over your shoulder as he continued, “you know you could make us both late to work, right?” The hand on your skirt slid under; his thick fingers ran over your clothed slit with a little pressure, tugging a quiet whimper from you. “I’ll just have to make this quick then.”

#haikyuu #haikyuu!!#haikyuu headcanons #haikyuu imagine #haikyū!!#haikyuu fanfiction #haikyuu drabbles #haikyuu scenarios #haikyuu x reader #sawamura daichi x reader #daichi x reader #Sawamura daichi x reader

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thotantics · 4 years

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✗ warnings — graphic sexual content, do not read if you’re underage, dirty talk, begging, noona kink bc im still traesh, oral sex (male receiving), gagging, choking, driving under the influence of incredible mind blowing mouth love (seriously ALWAYS DRIVE SAFELY AND OBEY THE RULES OF THE ROAD)

✎ words — 1.6k

[A/N] @ the anon who said they’re always a slut for jungkook when he whines ‘noona’. bitch me too, the fuck

You stir awake with that distinct, groggy, I-just-napped-way-too-long feeling, groaning as your adjust to your surroundings. It’s late. Very, very late. You’re not at your place but instead, at your boyfriend’s and he’s still asleep, curled up behind you. Blearily, you blink over your shoulder at him, the big spoon.

“Jungoo,” You coo, shifting in his vice-like grip until you turn in his arms to face him. “Baby~ we fell asleep.”

He cracks one eye open to see you smiling at him, your fingers pushing his hair away from his forehead, and he nuzzles his face into the crook of your neck, mumbling with a low, half-asleep voice, “Hm, awesome. Lets stay asleep.”

You chuckle, using all your strength to bend your knees, pushing against his thighs and chest until you can untangle yourself from him and stand, despite his muffled, grumbled protests and his hands pawing at you to keep you near.

“Babe, I need to get home, I have work in the morning and so much to finish before I can do that.” You remind him, tapping his phone laying on the coffee table so the lock screen flashes with the time, and you groan, “Baaaabe! Wake up, please. It’s past midnight.”

Jungkook flips from his side to his back at that, stretching his limbs out along the length of the couch, his eyes finally cracking open again to see you rushing around his place to gather your things.

“Ok, ok.” He finally manages to get off the couch with an old-man grunt, stretching his lower back briefly before he snags his car keys, wallet, and phone from the coffee table. “You ready?”

Jungkook helps you take your things out to his car with countless yawns, and eventually you’re on the road headed back to your place, each with a Red Bull in hand.

You’re buzzing from the time wasted asleep on your boyfriend’s couch, but honestly the day you had spent together was worth it, even if you had little sleep tonight and a possible late start in the morning. Jungkook had picked you up for a simple date late that afternoon. You were supposed to hit up a theater that he had been wanting to take you to, and then he was supposed to take you back to your place for dinner, but, somewhere along the way your plans changed. Probably somewhere between you beating Jungkook at a game of air hockey in a nearby arcade and him throwing you up against the wall by the bathrooms and kissing you breathless in retaliation.

Regardless, your date had lasted way too long. You couldn’t be mad about it, not when you had such a good time. And apparently you were exhausted and needed to sleep, anyway. But you could still blame that on Jungkook. He had been the one to suggest you unwind a bit before you head home for dinner by watching Netflix and cuddling on the couch and sharing a bag of popcorn.

It was less than half an hour’s drive on the highway from his place to yours, especially if you were using Jungkook’s Mercedes instead of your old reliable. Your boyfriend had a special playlist for late night drives, because of course he does, and he has music playing softly within two minutes of the drive. You lean back in your seat, legs tucked up against the middle console, and turn to watch him as he sings along, thinking seriously about falling back to sleep.

Jungkook, glancing over when he notices your change of position, reaches across and lays a hand on your lap, palm up, fingers reaching/wiggling until you place your hand in his. The atmosphere is quiet, even with the music and his voice singing softly, the windows cracked to let just a little bit of the cool, night air in. You’re blinking slower and slower as one song fades into the next, and Jungkook glances over at you before he speaks.

“You know, you never paid me back.” He says this matter-of-factly, like you’re supposed to know what exactly he’s referring to, but you frown over at him because you definitely have no idea. “For earlier.” He offers with another quick glance from the road to look at you.

“What do you mean?” You ask, sitting up more in your chair and planting your feet back in the floor.

“How many times did I make you cum on my tongue?” He asks you. “And my fingers at least once, too?” He clicks his tongue, “Ah, it’s a shame our relationship is so one-sided these days.” He sighs, one corner of his mouth lifting in a smile even as he tuts at you.

You laugh at him, slapping his hand on your lap, “Hey, nobody asked you to do all that! You’re that extra all on your own!” You fold your arms defensively across your chest, “Besides, a healthy sex-life doesn’t work on a trading system anyway, Jungkook!”

“How does that saying go? Something about...you mouth my genitals and I’ll mouth yours?”

You bust out laughing, “I think it was more about scratching backs but, point taken.” You say with an eye roll.

You notice right away he’s fumbling with his belt, one handed, a proud smile on his lips and you quickly yell at him, “Ten and two!”

“Then help me out?” He suggests, shifting his tailbone back and spreading his thighs to give you easier access to the front of his jeans.

“What do you think you’re doing?” You ask him.

“C’mon`~” He glances over at you long enough to give you those sweet puppy-dog eyes and you reply with a firm shake of your head. “Noona~” He whines, “You said you would..”

“I will.” You reply, “When you aren’t operating a couple thousand pounds worth of metal going 60mph on an open highway!”

“Noona.” Jungkook emphasizes the endearment, the one he knows makes you weakest for him, “I promise I’ll keep both hands and eyes on the road and all of my mirrors. There’s no other vehicles around, no houses, nobody who could see us or make this drive any less safe.” Then he glances back over at you, pouty lips and big, sparkling eyes and he can’t stop himself from breaking into a wide grin even as he asks you sweetly, “Please~”

Dammit. He’s much too persuasive and you are way too easily persuaded, so you glance briefly around the parameter of the car, don’t notice any other headlights, so you slip out of your seat belt.

“If you thought I owed you, oh my god the sexual debt you’re in after this.” You tell him even as you shift into your seat on your knees.

But Jungkook doesn’t care, he’s absolutely beaming, using one hand to continue fumbling with the button of his jeans but you slap his hand away and do it yourself, reminding him with a quickly muttered, “Ten and two.”

He’s so excited at the prospect, he’s rock solid already when you free him from his jeans. He scoots lower in his seat, adjusting it so you have plenty of room to lean your front half over his lap, his elbow resting on the middle of your back and his hand gripping your hair, pushing your head down on his erection.

“Fuuuck, that’s it.” He groans, gripping the steering wheel with both hands and flexing his hips as your mouth envelopes his cock. “Ah, I love your mouth so much, baby.”

You hum in response, adjusting your position until you’re able to get him farther down your throat but at the exact wrong moment, because he hits a minor bump in the road and suddenly the head of him rams the back of your throat for a second, making you gag noisily on him and pull back, startled and out of breath.

“Sorry,” He mumbles, “I saw it, I couldn’t miss it.” He strokes your hair gently, hips flexing up so his cock head nudges against your lips, “Please, noona...it felt so good. I need to cum, really quickly, ok? Please~ keep going~”

The way he begs is like music to your ears, and you duck back down into his lap, mouth open and tongue out, slurping and swallowing and bobbing around his thick, solid dick. Jungkook’s a moaning mess under you, gripping the steering wheel so tight that his knuckles are white. He’s practically singing your praises as you work him, panting and rolling his hips with every shift of your head back away from him.

“Make me cum,” He grunts, voice low and desperate. You suck him hard, hallowing your cheeks, making obscene slurping noises as your hand reaches forward to massage his balls through the material of his boxers still in the way. Eyes opening, you notice the fabric is wet from drool and precum and you pull back, admiring the red tip of his cock right when he starts to cum.

Jungkook gasps, bucks, shoots you directly in the eye, and then one of his hands forces your head back down onto his spurting cock, finishing with a cry of your name down the back of your throat. With cum in your eye and sputtering out of the corners of your mouth, you choke on him but it doesn’t last long. He releases you with a panted apology, and then a laugh when he sees the way you’re squinting and grimacing as you pull away from his lap and settle back into your seat, fumbling for a napkin or a wet wipe.

Jungkook is still rock hard even as he laughs, sputtering apologies that you know he doesn’t really mean because he’s clearly enjoying himself way too much at your expense. You can’t be mad at him though, at least, not once you manage to get his sperm out of your eye and you can properly see his handsome face beaming back at you from the driver’s seat.

#jungkook smut #bts smut #drabbles #mine #JUST BC I COULDNT HELP MYSELF #i made a draft for this idea the SECOND that i saw that gif lmao #the draft just said 'jk wants road head and cums in ur eye'#like thats it thats exactly how my brain works #i see a gif i think damn perfect setting for a sloppy blowie

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moxfirefly · 4 years

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Video calls and confessions

Part 2

Rated Explicit (18+)

Got around to that part teo for this one shot.

Hellboy/Cam!Girl

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The world going to shit wasn’t exactly how’d you planned out your Friday afternoon. This morning you had woken up with enthusiasm and a desire to treat yourself.

You’d gone out to the city, had your nails done, grabbed an obscenely priced coffee and on your way had stumbled on a museum.

A little culture never hurt nobody.

For Christ sake it was a free entry day too.

So why then, as you admired priceless art and sculptures had literal hell descended upon the evening?

Creatures. Actual monsters. The screams of the public deafening.

That had happened about half an hour ago. In your haste you had thanked you fight or flight mode to quick into flight. The shaking in your body had cause you to run into one of the exhibit rooms most cluttered with random ‘junk’ whatever this art installation had gone for it was surely not for somebody to duck behind for safety.

You checked your phone. The news was reporting the attack of the art museum. Authorities had been sent as well as the B.P.R.D...

That made you pause and clutch your phone.

If the bureau was on its way then that meant Hellboy was too.

The very notion of possibly seeing him in the flesh made your heart skip a few beats. The two of you had been communicating on and off for a while now since the private shows had started. You knew mixing work and pleasure wasn’t smart but fuck, you had it bad for this guy.

There was a sense of relief washing over you. He’d be here, he’d take care of this mess. Maybe you’d finally see him and not through a computer screen. You knew things had escalated with him although neither of you had really properly addressed it.

“Please whatever is up there, if I survive this I’m fucking telling him I’m in love with him” You whispered to yourself. This possibly couldn’t be your last day on earth.

Something screeching and something akin to a human scream startled you. You hugged your knees closer and tried not to breath loudly. Gunshots and more screams could be heard.

Then something came crashing into the installation where you were hiding. Your scream was imposible to hold in. The creature was screeching so loudly, a sound that left your ears ringing.

Adrenaline made you run out as fast as you humanly could. You heard the great strides it took to catch up to you. This was it wasn’t it? You were gonna die?

Your legs kept pushing you forward even as your muscles burned with pain. Your eyes hurt from crying and your throat felt like it was sandpaper. Something like a claw reaching for your hair made you close your eyes. There was no way you wanted to see how this ended for you.

Two shots.

Loud and so very clear, the sound coming out of left field made you trip and fall. The screening fortunately had stopped.

“Miss?! You’re safe! Hey! You gotta get out of here now!” That voice you knew all to well. You looked up and saw red and a stone hand.

“R-red...” Your voice was small, a sob catching in your throat.

“Y/N!?” He was shocked, eyes wide as he knelt in front of you.

You weren’t sure how your body moved or if he moved you but somehow you’d ended up with your arms around him sobbing into his neck. Hellboy held you tightly, whispering that you were safe, an array of cusses slipped out as he breathed heavily.

The knowledge that you were here, if he’d been a millisecond too late, all crashed down on him as he picked you up and carried you to safety.

You could’ve died, was all that ran through his head.

You’re alive, was all that ran through yours.

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One helicopter ride, a medical exam and a shower later you found yourself at the home base of the B.P.R.D. A nice young woman by the name of Alice had loaned you some clothes and had taken you to Hellboy’s room to wait. A debriefing was happening and all you could do was sit tight.

You resolved to canceling all your cam shows for the week stating you had fallen terribly ill. There was no way you could work, your hands were still shaking as you typed out the post and notified your one on one shows. It felt like hours as you sat on the couch, you had looked around at his room, seeing and array of personal items that made up his personality.

Such a big part of you often dreamt about this but your nerves had you glued to your spot.

The door opened and Hellboy came barreling in like a tornado. You flinched and bit too hard on your already chewed off nail, so much for that manicure.

“I’m so sorry, I wanted to leave that stupid meeting but it’s fucking mandatory because Daimio thinks it’s necessary, asshole that guy I tell ya-“ He took in your state, the still slight tremble in your hands, the few scrapes here and there. You looked small and scared and it absolutely destroyed him.

In his silence he made his way towards the coffee table and sat in front of you. “You know I often fantasized what it be like to see you in the flesh, this wasn’t how it usually went I promise” He smiled and for the first time in this piss filled day, so did you.

“How would it go?” You asked softly.

“Some mood light, a little wine maybe some music” The two of you chuckled. Your chuckles quickly dissolved in you trying to hold back your tears.

You were almost killed tonight, the shock would take some time to subside. “Hey hey kid, it’s ok, I’ve got you. Ain’t nothing gonna happen to you on my watch” Hellboy’s flesh hand rested on your knees.

You leaned forward and rested your forehead on his shoulder. “...When I read you guys were sent out, I really got excited that I’d finally see you” You felt his flesh hand stroke your hair.

“I’m in love with you” You blurted out, his hand going to still. “I said, if I’m making it out of this alive I’m telling him, so I’m telling you...” You looked up at him, e/c meeting his golden ones.

“I-Im not dancing around this no more, I’m tired of pretending that what’s been going on isn’t just some work thing that I do, fuck, I love you I really do and I think you do too” Your mouth want dry again, the scratchy sensation making you swallow.

Hellboy searched out your eyes, something in his head was going a mile a minute. Was he searching for a lie? Something disingenuous?

That all died when he lunged forward and kissed you.

A kiss that truly and utterly left no worry.

You were kissing Hellboy. You were gripping Hellboy by the scruff of his shirt. The way his lips molded against yours, the abnormal warmth to them, the softness to them, the roughness of his scruff.

Pulling back for air felt obligated but he’d insisted by pressing the stumps of his horns against your forehead. “Wow...that’s...so much better than I could’ve imagined” He was star struck in a way and it honest to god made you laugh.

The days events took a back seat for now you wanted to take in the being before you. You scanned everything you normally did while on cam with him. Your hands explored his face, running across scars and hair.

Then you remembered what lay to his right and your heart raced.

You gripped his stone hand, fascinated by the texture of stone, how he held your hand with so much regard to his strength. The patterns, the markings everything has you entranced.

“Extraordinary” Was all you could muster as you rubbed on what would be the inside f his wrist. “I’m sorry, is this weirding you out?” You looked at Hellboy only to find him grinning. “Having a beautiful girl touch me? Yes it’s completely weirding me out” He mocked and you couldn’t help but playfully shove him.

“God I need a beer, can we...?” He was leaning over toward the mini fridge next to the couch and pulling said drinks out. “Read my mind, beautiful” He offered one towards you.

This morning you were going about a normal routine, and now after a near death experience you were in the room of a man you had been falling in love with for months. The twist and turns of life.

Around round 3 you’d excused yourself to use the bathroom. As you washed your hands and saw your normal pristine face a little worn down from the stressful events you frowned.

But there you stood in Hellboy’s bathroom. Surrounded by things all him. The tips of your fingers ran through a brush of his. This was a reality right now.

You stepped out and caught him shrugging off his coat. Busying your thumbnail again at your teeth you watched his now visible arms flex with the movements.

“All good?” He smiled leaning against the dresser.

There was a pregnant pause in which the two of you merely just ogled one another from across the bed.

You moved first.

You walked over the bed and stood on it, you reached out a hand that he took without hesitation and with the extra height from the bed you met in a heated kiss face to face. You wrapped your arms around his neck, you felt his around your hips.

In a wordless haste you yanked at his black T-shirt and busied yourself with taking off yours. He watched mesmerized, as always, the revealing of your skin.

The image before you though, god you wanted to scream.

Hellboy undoing his belt and swiftly yanking the whole thing out of the belt loops without breaking eye contact. Off were your pants, and on was him as he took you down on the bed.

It was a haze, breathless kisses and chants of desire. He one handed the button of your jeans and his own. The brief separation to take the offending items off had the two of you giggling almost. In record time he was back on you and you welcomed it with a ferocity to your kisses. Tongue slipping into his mouth, you swallowed a groan of his that vibrated all the way to your cunt.

He was here, you were here. Physically.

You grinned as he trailed kisses over both your covered breast. “Take-fuck-take it off please, now right now” You felt the air leave your lungs when he simply broke the bra in half and met his reward, two beautifully round breasts he had craved more than any meal. Hellboy pressed his face between them and inhaled before leaving a series of bites and marks. Each time he bit down your raised your hips in search of friction.

The heaviness in the air, the warmth of him lapping and sucking at your breast. The heated tongue wrapping around a nipple. Hellboy devoured you, and if your breast had him like this...

“Baby please, wanna touch you too” Your hands ran down his back, sharp nails leaving a path. Hellboy shuddered as he left a nipple with a loud pop. “Go on, I’m all yours” That very comment sent a gush of heat and you bit your lip to hold a moan in.

You nudged him to lay on his back and you climbed on top of him. Hands running over your body, the feeling of that stone hand gently cupping your rear was enough to make you grind down on him with purpose.

“I promised you something every time we spoke, you remember what that was?” You rubbed yourself on him as you began to trail down his body. Hellboy’s eyes were fogged with lust. “Oh, you remember” You kissed his stomach, nails scratching his sides before hooking into the waistband of his underwear.

He was going to have a stroke.

Hellboy watched you slide his underwear down. Eyes hungry and mouth engulfing his cock. He bucked up without meaning to but you caught most of the onslaught by closing up your throat. A minor choke and you were back on track.

Fuck he was big and thick, you did your best swallowing as much as possible before settling the rest with your hand to jerk. The gut punched groan that left him egging you on. He saw your head bob, the way your lips stretched around his length, the blissed out look as you sucked earnestly. “Shit shit, you look beautiful” Hellboy reached a left hand across your cheek.

Letting him go with a breathy inhale, spit on your chin you jerked him lazily.

He was putting this look away for a rainy day. You had no right looking so utterly debauched and perfect.

“C’mere and kiss me, beautiful” Hellboy whispered softly and you obeyed crawling on him to meet him in a sensual slow lip lock.

Underwear gone, or more so also ripped apart. You were now on top of him about to guide his cock into your drenched hole. The initial burn was actually delicious, that breach between pain and pleasure sending a delightful shock through your body. Once fully seated on him you reveled in stretch and burn. “God this is, fuck I-“ You moaned as you tested with a sway of your hips, he was hitting your spot perfectly. You rested your hands on his chest and he gripped your waist.

Hellboy was gone, the sight of you riding him, lost in your pleasure caused by him nevertheless. It was the most beautiful thing he’d ever see. Lost to it all you fell forwards, burying your face in his neck. Your impending release had you stuttering your hips. “I got you baby, I got you” He muttered against your ear. You moaned as he held you, hips pistoning upwards to drive that orgasm out of you.

It crashed something fierce, running all over your body and coming out as a scream against his neck. You felt limp as a noodle but held onto him as he fucked his way through yours. When he came he yanked another orgasm out of you along with his.

The two of you laid there, a mess of limbs clutching at each other. Hearts racing, lungs trying to catch up.

Exhaustion won. You fell a sleep on Hellboy, still inside of you, his mouth against your temple.

There was no turning back now.

#hellboy #hellboy x fem!reader #hellboy x reader insert #hellboy 2019 #hellboy x reader #female reader insert #reader insert #sequel fic #n*fw

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djarinsidebitch · 4 years

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The Order

A/N: This was a request from my old account!

Word Count: 1.5k

Warnings: SMut, degrading language, vaginal sex, unprotected sex, Anakin Skywalker

“This wasn’t an offer. It was an order.” and “If you desire me, you come to me yourself.”

You were the new padawan of jedi master Obi wan kenobi; you master died early in the clone wars, you were nearing the end of your jedi training but the council wanted you to stay with a master for a little while longer.At this moment you were training with Obi wan kenobi’s former padawan jedi knight Anakin Skywalker, Training with lightsabers you and anakin spared his blue lightsaber clashing with your blue one he was definitely more skilled than you and overpowered you but it was made up by your speed and acrobatics. It was only so long until he beat you, forcing your lightsaber out of your hand and holding his blade close enough to your neck that you could heal the heat burn against your skin. “Again” he orders much to your dismay, groaning “we have been training for hours i have had enough for today” you snap back stepping away from him and he turns off his lightsaber clipping it onto his belt “yet you are still losing, When obi wan put me in charge of you for the week he didn't tell me to go easy on you, you are nearing the time for your trials but you will never pass if you can't hold your ground” he lectures and you roll your eyes “but i won't be any more ready for them if i am too tired to do them” you retort moving to grab your things that were on the side but are quickly stopped when anakin reaches out grabbing the back of your collar on your jedi robes yanking you back to him. your back is pressed against his chest, his arm around your midsection. and your heart is pounding not sure what has gotten into anakin “That wasn’t an offer. It was an order” he growled into your ear, your eyes widened, not sure what to feel, there was fear but also another feeling deep in your gut of pleasure. It was weird and you didn't understand the warmth that started building within you. You snap back with “Well Skywalker you are not my master” you try to pull away from him but his arm moves up his hand moving to grip your neck “I am you master right now” he says looking down at your face with a fire in his eyes and smirks seeing the fear and confusion in your eyes. “Right” he squeezes your neck harder pushing a squeak out of your throat as you nod “yes” and although you couldn't see him you could imagine the smirk on his face he pushes you over against the wall placing one hand next to your head “If you wish, what training do you want to go over, Master” you smirk slightly and he growls moving his hand form the wall to rest on your hips gripping them “Ithink i have a few ideas'' he says lowly into your ear and you shiver goosebumps rising all over your body. He chuckled darkly noticing the effect he has on you; he gives you a soft kiss on your earlobe then bites down on it softly. Pulling a small yelp from you.

Anakin lets go of your neck and moves into kiss you his hands reaching behind grabbing at your ass and you gasp giving him the opportunity to slip his tongue into your mouth. The two of you make out until you have to separate for air “Anakin, we can't do this, not hear these are public training grounds anyone can walk in” you say slightly out of breath but anakin just responds “I don't care, let them” he starts kissing down your neck sucking and biting down leaving love bites that will definitely be hard to explain. “Let's give them a show” he smirks looking up at you making your knees weak. You nod biting your lip “Ok” a newfound confidence fills you and you run your hands over his chest feeling the muscles of his chest though his jedi robes reaching for his belt to work on unclasping it. Anakin continued his attack on your neck moving to your chest pushing your the opening to your ribes aside not wanting to care about the belt to impatient to get to your skin moving the thick pieces of fabric out of the way he stops for a second to admire your breasts the bunched up fabric still kept them pushed together “Your so-” he places soft kisses along the top of them “Beautiful; absolutely stunning” he seems enamored by your body and causes a blush to dance across your cheeks hearing the contrast to the deep tones earlier. A warmths also starts to pool elsewhere making you more desperate for him, the fears of the jedi and what you were doing were gone and all that was in your mind was him.

His belt finally falls loosening his robes giving you access to his chest and abbs running your fingers up and down his toned chest; through the ridges of his abs you moves to trail kisses along his chest mimicking him by giving him love bites all across his chest and a few on his neck as pay back, he groans in response, deep and throaty he starts playing with your hair threading his fingers through it. Finally he had enough he pushed you back up against the wall and with the force unclasped your belt, letting your garments fall free pushing it off of your shoulders the both of you now only clothes in your pants and boots make quick work of shedding that final layer.the two of you were lying on the floor in the training room still near the side of the wall. Even though you had gone this far he looks at you “is this still ok” the softness in his voice returned as you nodded “Yes of course Ani'' you say with a playful tone in your voice but that just turned him on more he growls again “I don't think so, what did you call me” he says with a smirk on his face he started to tease you by grabbing onto your thighs hard enough that there were probably going to be bruises tomorrow and started grinding into you giving the both of you the friction you needed but he was going slow enough that you started to mewl needed more “please.. Please” you started begging “Please what? Princess' ' he asks with a grunt “Please Master please” you whine wanting more anything. “Well since you asked so nicely”. He moves lining himself up with your entrance and thrusting in. You let out a fairly loud moan “Woah woah sweetheart like you said this is a public place we don't want to get caught” he says and you bite your lipas he starts thrusting trying to hold back the noises.he holds the backs of your thighs up and towards your chest thrusting with vigor quietly grunting through grit teeth. Anakin leans down planting his hands next to your head leaning down, capturing your lips in a kiss as your hands run down his back leaving red scratches across his back feeling his muscles flex with every roll of his hips.

You weren't going to last much longer moaning into his mouth clenching around him, the knot in your abdomen getting tighter and tighter “An-Anakin, im close please” you whimper out as quiet as possible against his lips ``come on sweetheart come for me” he says moving one hand to rub against your clit he was close also and his thrust started becoming sloppy and sloppier wanting to cum first he tried to hold off. It was too much the sensations overwhelmed you “i-” you couldn't finish pleasure cutting you off with a loud moan but he tried to muffle it by kissing you and soon found his own release burying himself to the hilt as he released. You moan again feeling him coat your insides. There was a silence as you catch your breath “Lets no make this a one time thing” he murmurs looking down at you moving a piece of hair out of your face and you nood “Yes master” she says biting you lip and he chuckles “Seems the padawan needs another lesson” he sits up stretching “but maybe another time, i am tired” He moves to put his clothes back on and you do the same trying to make yourself presentable. When the two of you exit and start walking down the hallway another jedi calls out for the two of you “Padawan, you missed meditation practice, where were you” the start scolding and you look frantic open and closing your mouth trying to come up with something to say but Anakin cuts in “I am sorry Master Nox i lost track of time while working with her on her lightsaber skills in preparation of her trials, if there was anyone to blame it was me and i apologize” he says bowing slightly and th either master nods “Alright but you padawan will have to make sure to be there tomorrow” “of course Master Nox” They nod and walk away and once out of ear shot the two of you start laughing continuing to walk down the hall.

#anakin skywalker x reader #anakin skywalker x you #anakin skywalker smut #Star Wars smut #Star Wars x reader #anakin fanfiction #anakin smut #anakin skywalker fanfiction

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sunnydaisy1 · 4 years

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Kiss Me

Mark Sloan x Reader, best friends

A/N: There’s not enough Mark fluff on here and I love this man too much to not write anything. Hope you enjoyyy!

I absent mindedly watched the TV as Mark rested his head in my lap and I stroked his peppery hair. Mark and I had swiftly become best friends when he moved to Seattle and I was an attending in general surgery. Normally Callie joined us in our evenings after work but she had decided to go to Joe's instead for whatever reason. I smiled as I felt Mark chuckle underneath me at Jake Peralta doing something stupid. I looked down at him and my heart fluttered at his chiseled face. I was sitting on the couch while Mark stretched out across it but kept his head in my lap. I brushed my right hand across his forehead into his hair and ran my fingers through the soft strands. "You alright there watching me?" Mark said, tilting his head up to look at me. I rolled my eyes but smiled, "Im not watching you idiot." Mark chuckled and raised his eyebrows but returned to watching the show. I stopped running my hands through his hair, trying to focus on our favourite show but it was incredibly hard considering the sexiest, funniest and kindest man i know was lying next to me. Suddenly, the doorbell rang and Mark looked up at me, eyebrows furrowed, "You expecting anyone Y/N?" I shook my head, "No unless it's Callie." Mark instantly shook his head, "nah not her." I frowned in suspicion and Mark beamed. I patted his hair to get him to lift up so I could check who it was at the door and he obliged. I tiptoed to the door, looking through the peekhole. As soon as I saw snobby Gina from nextdoor standing there with her nose upturned and designer clothes I groaned quietly. I tiptoed back to Mark quietly, rolling my eyes. "Who is it?!" Mark whisper yelled, still lying on the sofa with his arms resting above his head, showing off his perfectly toned biceps. "Bloody Gina from next door, she's such a pain in the ass and always comes round to complain." I replied, rubbing my forehead with my hand as the doorbell continued to ring, now accompanied by knocking. Mark laughed and i quickly shushed him, making him chuckle. "I can answer the door if you want and say you're not home." He kindly offered but I shook my head, "No it won't work she'll know I'm here with you, we need to make her go away!" I whispered, looking around the room. Mark smirked cheekily, "We could pretend to have sex." My eyes widened and I thwacked his chest, whispering "Mark! Stop being so dirty!" He just grinned and wiggled his eyebrows at me. I groaned and looked to the door again where Gina was furiously knocking, yelling she knows Im in there. "I'll just answer it." Mark said, sitting up now. "Yeah and say goodbye to a relaxing evening!" I whisper yelled, frantically searching my brain for ideas. Mark was silent and when I finally looked at him he smirked that signature grin and I crossed my arms over my chest. "What?" "We can just pretend to be having sex- " Mark started but I interrupted him, "No I already said no to that idea idiot." He stood up and put a hand on each of my shoulders. "No we don't have to make noises Y/N, however much I'd like to hear you, we can just make it look like we are." Mark continued, watching smugly as my face heated up at his flirting. "What do you mean?" I asked, scolding myself for even considering the idea. "We just make me look like I'm having sex with you, ya know, mess up my hair etc." Mark grinned, his eyes scanning my face. I gave him a pointed look and he winked, making me huff in exasperation. "Fine, come here." I gave in, pulling Mark towards me. A cheeky smile played on Mark's lips as he leaned down a little to me, letting me ruffle his hair. "Okay done." I said, standing back and biting my lip. "Actually wait a second." I brought his head back down and reached my hands round to the back of his neck, pulling the hair softly. Mark sucked in a breath as I did and i smirked, shaking my head at the horny 15 year old man. "Okay now you're done." I said, trying not to look at his ruffled hair too long, wanting to run my hands through it. Mark stepped back from me, discarding his shirt to which my eyes bulged and scanned his torso, taking in the toned abs and v line and his upper body. "Enjoying yourself there Y/N?" He asked and I shook my head, stuttering, "what uh no." Mark chuckled at my flustered response and went to undo his belt and trousers. "Woah woah woah." I said, stopping him from going any further. "She doesn't need to see you naked Sloan." Mark lopsidedly smirked, making my heart beat quicker, desperately trying to focus on his face. "If you say so ma'am." He ran from one side of the room to the other, before dropping to the ground and doing 5 pushups. I watched my best friend ashamedly, admiring the flexing muscles across his back and chest. Mark jumped back up and winked at me, his face looking hotter and a little sweaty. He walked to the door and I hid in the hallway, watching him open it up to Gina. "Oh hi." She said, obviously checking him out as she scanned him head to toe. Mark grinned at her cheekly, showing off flirtily. He acted a little out of breath as he smoothly replied, "Hey." I rolled my eyes at his smug look despite my heart beating rapidly in my chest. "I'm not interrupting anything am I?" Gina asked, a horrible smile on her face. "Just a little." Mark replied, winking as he leant against the doorframe. The devious woman in front of him practically melted and tucked her bleached hair behind her ear. "I was just wondering if I could please talk to Y/N?" She asked sickenly sweet. I waited for Mark's response as he smirked at her. "No can do love, we're a bit preoccupied." Gina frowned and clasped her bag, "I'll come back later then." Mark shook his beautifully gorgeous face and leaned down to whisper something to her. I strained my ears to hear and flushed when I heard his reply. "I'm afraid we're gonna be busy all night." Gina at once flushed but smiled flirtily back, "Okay, I'll see you around then." Mark nodded and closed the door as she started back to her apartment. He turned back to face me and grinned, watching me scoot from the top of the cabinet by the stairs. He walked over to me and let me place my hands on his bare warm shoulders as I jumped down, securing his own hands on my waist. "Thanks Mark, you're a literal life saver." He chuckled and let go of me as I smiled up at him. "Anything for you Y/N." I blushed and quickly walked to the open kitchen. "Put your shirt back on Sloan." I said teasingly as he went back to the couch. I filled the kettle and was just turning round when I felt Mark's hands on my waist. I moved to face him and watched as he intently looked at me, a small smirk spreading across his face while I frowned. He had me pinned up by the edge of the counter and I flicked my gaze to his lips and back to his warm eyes. "m..mark?" I asked as he continued to scan my face and I could feel myself getting flustered. He started to move closer and I panicked, coughing and making him lean back. He himself flushed this time but kept his grip on my waist, "Oh I just wanted to ask for a coffee please." I nodded and watched wide eyed as Mark hesitated before leaving the kitchen. My mind raced as I got some mugs out the cupboard, was he about to kiss me? Was I about to kiss him? Did I want to kiss Mark? I was too busy staring at the kettle waiting for it to boil that I didn't notice Mark walking back into the kitchen behind me. I yelled out in surprise as an arm turned me all of a sudden before I was quietened by a pair of soft lips being pressed against mine. I widened my eyes in shock as my best friend kissed me, his hand cupping my cheek and then pulled away, blush on his face as he looked at me. I stammered in surprise and Mark widened his eyes, sensing my shock. "Oh my god I'm sorry Y/N, I just couldn't stop myself, I've wanted to kiss you for so long and I even bribed Callie to give us the evening alone. Im so sorry Ive ruined everything." Mark stepped back but I quickly stopped him, placing a hand on his arm. He never got flustered and to see him suddenly so vulnerable cleared my thoughts. "Mark." He looked up at me with hurt eyes and I snaked one hand to cup his jaw while the other went to the nape of his neck. I leaned in but stopped an inch away. "Kiss me." I breathed out, looking at his pink lips. He at once crashed his lips into mine, putting one hand on my waist and the other cupping my cheek. We kissed for what felt like forever but was only a minute until I pulled his hair at the back of his neck softly and he groaned into my mouth, making me smirk and pull away. I rested my forehead againt his chest, eyes closed before I looked up into his eyes. "So, you bribed Torres?" Mark groaned and let his head fall, a small grin on his face. "You're never gonna let me live this down are you?" He asked and I beamed, leaning in and whispering "never" before capturing his lips with mine again.

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shiggi-trash · 4 years

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Something new

Sero Hanta x reader

Warnings: smut/nsfw, pegging idk I think that’s it, porn watching ?

A/n: I kinda hate this and am hella nervous to post it akfjskgjdj but I had the concept in my mind for awhile and I finally got hyped up enough to to do it

To say Sero and yours sex life was intresting would be an understatement, you two had tried everything under the moon well, almost. Of course there were hard No’s, things you two agreed wouldn’t be good but there was one thing that had always been put as a maybe.

Pegging had been a thing that scared Sero, The first time it had been brought up it was a hesitant but hard no and you respected it, if it wasn’t pleasurable for him it wasn’t for you either.

Sero wasn’t totally opposed to the idea, especially seeing how excited you got when it was brought up but he didn’t know much about it. The idea scared him, he didn’t know much about it, only that it was a feeling he thought he didn’t want to experience himself.

But he did some research, for you. So one night while you were running late at the office he looked up some videos. At first he felt wrong for watching the video but as it progressed so did his excitement.

It wasn’t the video that made him hard, it was the idea of you and him in that situation. The thought of you slamming into him, praising him while he turned into putting under you changed his mind instantly.

So much so he didn’t notice the door unlock. Sero slammed the computer shut, looking up at you with a red face and guilty eyes. You paused at the door, trying to process what you had just walked into.

“Were you….. Just watching porn?” You furrowed your eyebrows, trying not to bust out laughing.

Sero stuttered over words, brain working too hard to come up with a solid excuse. “No…..?”

This time you couldn’t hold back your laughed, hands going to your knees to hold yourself up. “W-why are you watching porn?”

“Um it was just… research.”

You hummed, looking at Sero as he looked down at his hands. Walking over you sat down on his lap, putting your arms around his neck.

“Research for what?” you asked calmly, watching at Sero moved his blush covered face to look at you.

“Pegging.” he squeaked.

Your fingers stopped playing with his hair. “What about it? I thought you weren’t interested in it, baby.”

“Well I wasn’t but,” he paused, looking you in the eyes, letting you put the rest together.

“Are you sure?” You looked at him, trying to see any sort of doubt in his face.

He nodded, slowly bringing your hand down to his lap, letting your finger brush lightly over his hard cock all the while not breaking eye contact. “I’m really sure.”

You giggled, getting off his lap before dragging him to the bedroom. You pushed him on the bed, rummaging through one of your draws until you found what you were looking for, grinning while you turned around to show your boyfriend.

“Baby….” Sero trailed off, looking mildly horrified. “Why do you have a strap?”

“It was before we meet, don’t worry about it.” You shrugged him off. “Now are you sure?”

“Yes.”

“Okay,” you raised your chin, looking Sero dead in the eye. “Take off your clothes.”

You watched as he stripped, muscles flexing as he brought his shirt over his head, staring at his abs while he unbuckled his belt, letting his pants drop to the floor before sitting back on the bed.

You raised an eyebrow. “All the way.”

Sero rolled his eyes before standing up again, sliding off his boxers before sitting back on the bed. He made sure to give you a view, leaning back on an arm while the other lazily jerked himself off.

“Oh? Did I say you could touch yourself?”

“You like the view don’t you?”

You laughed, taking off your own clothes, leaving you in your underwear and bra.

Prepping Sero was easy and entertaining, seeing him trying not to moan out, gripping the sheets, breathing heavily.When you were finally done prepping him you asked one final time if he was sure, and once he nodded you lined up the strap, slowly inching your way in.

The way Sero was gripping the sheets made you stop, concerned you were hurting him.

“Sero, baby you okay?” You placed a hand on his back, slowly rubbing circles.

“Y-yes, keep going.” He breathed heavily but his grip on the sheet loosened.

You nodded, bottoming out. The moan that left Seros mouth had you clenching around nothing. Desperate to hear it again you slowly started moving, getting more noises out of him.

“Does it feel good baby?” you asked, moving your hands to grip his hips.

“Yesss.” he drawled out.

Testing the water you moved faster, harder. With each snap of your hips Sero gripped the sheets, letting out delicious sounds of pleasure, making your stomach clench with every one.

“Im s-so close.” Sero panted.

“Cum for me baby.”

Sero leaned on one arm, reaching down with the other to stroke his dick gunting as he matched his pace with yours. You pulled out as Sero came, spilling all over the sheets as he withered, breathing heavily as he caught his breath.

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#Im posted really late lmao #but im probably going to be busy all day tomorrow #so I figure I would go ahead and post it tn #sero x reader #sero hanta x reader #mha x reader #bnha x reader

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sweater-daddiesdumbdork · 4 years

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You Were His Mission

Summary- Winter Soldier takes you.

Warnings- Non con, this is brutal and dark. Descriptive. DO NOT READ AT ALL IF THIS BOTHERS YOU. ABSOLUTELY NOT.

Word Count- 1.7k

a/n- just because I delved into this story line does not mean I agree with it in any way, shape or form. It is merely writing and something ive wanted to see where I could take it. Remember its you as a reader to read the material you want.

He watched you, you so completely unaware and innocent in your day to day actions, if he had a heart, well it might have been cute and scary for him, just how reckless you were. Didnt SHIELD ingrain some common sense in your fucking brains? You just left the for the night, and instead of going straight home, no you went to do something so mundane as buying groceries. And this my dear is where it all goes to shit for you. He came for you, blackness seeping from a shadow without sound, the silver in his hand flashing in your vision before your air was cut off, scrambling your hands against the metal, and with a vibrating click of plates shifting, his strength forced you to your knees, and the last thing your swarming vision saw was empty eyes staring you down between whisps of brown hair, the bottom half all wrong? A mask? You couldnt process as your eyes rolled back and blackness took over.

Where to take you was not the issue, Hydra had provided the Winter Soldier with bases scattered across continents, and ingrained in his mind was every fucking last one of them. So you went to the nearest one, cause it wouldnt be long till SHIELD notices there little asset was missing. And would remain missing. Honey you were a mission, and he didnt leave them unfinished. Seeing you lay there all crumbled, full lips parted and the softness of your skin on your neck already showing yellowing bruises from his fingertips. Made his cock twitch, and people like him had broken souls filled with demons. You were fair game.

You groaned as you woke up, his lips turning to a smirk hearing such a pretty sound, and your hands came up to rub your face, trying to recall what had happened. Where you were. Your thoughts didnt even have a chance to catch up when heavy boots snapped against the concrete, and a glance up showed the owner. Whirring noise followed his arm shooting out to grab your hair, yelping as he hauled you to a stand, his other hand he wrapped around your throat to pin you against the wall, your eyes wide in terror at what stared back at you, struggling to break free, but his hand tightened, making you wheeze. A warning to you.

“Please, why are you doing this? Im just a tech.”

A lie, but he already knew that. He knew everything about you worth knowing and plenty of shit that wasnt. No the Winter Soldier wasnt going to waste his time with words on you, Hydra made you his mission, His arm pulled away from your hair, some of it getting caught in the metal plates, ripping free from your scalp. A hiss escapes when that happens, and his eyes narrow at the sound, you swore you could see the corners of his eyes crinkle upwards, as if he was smiling behind that mask. Reaching to his hip, he jerks out a blade, you cant even wrap your mind over what kind it is, its just all metal melding with his hand, sharp edged, and it was coming closer to your face, the tip dragging down just slightly from your eye and down along your cheek, the path caused shivers of anxious fear to riddle down your spine, gasping out in panic.You could feel warmth race down the line the tip had gone, and fall away. You dont know if its a tear or blood at this point.

“What the fuck do you want?” You try again, but theres no answer from him. He seems to be feeding off your fear though, another tightening of his hand against your throat, and spots sprinkled your vision again. With a quick snap, he twisted the blade sideways away from being a danger to you and jerked your pants down, his hand, cold and hard, the metal of his fingers dug into your inner thigh, dragging them apart. “No! Fuck no, please dont” You wheeze out best you can, but that doesnt stall him.

No, he wanted to hear those groans and moans again, the cool metal touching your pussy, and the contrast to it made you squirm, your hands thumping futilly against his chest, your leg kicking out to as far as possible with them being twisted in your pants. Again your struggles just seem to amuse the Winter Soldier. The first dip between your folds had you trying to clench your thighs together, to stall him, but his thigh, hard as the rest of him wedged between them to block you. Pressure of a swirl on your clit followed to your entrance and stretch you with the force of two fingers, you shouldnt be turned on, you shouldnt ache for that thrusting pump, but he knew to curl his fingers inside you and brush that spot, and it just set you off, a gasp, whimpering in fear gasp broke, and he loosened his hold just enough for you to draw in a actual breath.

And he continued, the metal actually warming from touching you, bringing forth the most humiliating cries of pleasure till you were a mess, sagging against the wall, trying to catch your breath with deep pants heaving your chest, but it still burned. Relentless, he didnt give you time to rest before he started fingering you again. You were not a person to him, but a toy. All for his amusement. The front of his pants tented from watching you fight against your orgasms, and the click of his arm shifted as he released his hold, the knife coming up across your throat, daring you to move. Your legs shook, but they somehow still held you to stand.

Your eyes dart to the blade, or the hand holding the blade as he saw you take notice, now it really was pressed against your neck, any other bit of pressure and the skin would split. Your pants are now being yanked the rest of the way off, and his belt comes undone, not to be missed also was the zipper, and he slid them down enough his cock was free of the confines, angry throbbing mess, the head swelled with pre cum, and your legs tightened against the thigh he had wedged there, trying, oh trying so hard to escape. That just made his cock twitch once more feeling your struggle.

You try one last time, your hands trying to push him away “You dont have to do this.... “ But you know really its not gonna help. In the time hes had you, hes not given you an ounce of dignity. You were merely his mission.

Its now or never, and you push your entire weight into his chest and the knife jerks enough to nick you. With a snarl he whips you to slam your chest into the wall, knocking you into a daze. A jerk of your hips pushes your ass out into his groin, where you can feel his cock pushing to be inside of you. Now everything is different, you cant see him, his other hand is pressed against your scalp, holding your face harshly into the concrete wall. But you know hes coming for you, setting you up just for him.

He thrusts in you with his own groan of relief, the way your pussy clenches around him, and just needs him as much as your fighting all of this every step of the way, a breathy sigh escapes you as well, he had built you up through your fear and anxiety for your damn life, and now your pussy flexed around him, squezzing. Within seconds he was thrusting himself in and out, jerkin you back and forth, the drag through your channel burning you with the power behind his hips, There was no gentleness as in a lover, this was a dominating fuck, you were his to do whatever he pleased.

The blade slid along your jawline, and between your face and the wall, the tip pressing against your cheek to make you look over your shoulder. You were his, even in this position you would look at him, his hold on your scalp releasing so your head had free movement, You twisted as much as you could, and he dragged you off the wall, your pussy full of his cock and jerked you up and down without the wall crushing you this time, but instead you fell back against his chest, a twist of his hand ripped the mask off his face, and his teeth sunk into your shoulder, breaking skin and ignoring your panicked scream at the pain. It drove him faster, harder, more demanding. Hitting you inside, till your pain melded into pleasure and you orgasm around around his cock.

“I cant... not again” you pant, even though hes still driving himself into you. It just speeds him up, his fingers twisting a nipple pushing through the layers of your shirt, His metal hand moving to cup and squeeze your breast, twisting enough to make you drag air from your lungs, you were his fucking mission, you no longer had any kind of choice. His tongue lavished up your neck, biting behind your ear, and that dragged a whimper from you. The Winter Soldier fucking owned you.

He continued, raw and sore you became, but over and over he would bring you to that screaming pleasured moments, his breathing ragged against your neck at the snap of his hips bruised your softer form, his hands a mix of pleasure and pain on your body, and now there were little knicks crisscrossing across your hips where the knife would jerk in his hand whenever he slammed into you. Then that last one he finally came, the rhythm of his thrusts staggering and that final slam filled you with his cum, and his release shuddered him behind him, the first real sound coming from him.

“FUCK” and his hold released you to crumble at his feet, your body quaking, raw, bruised, done. The knife, he swung it in his hand a moment, looking down at you momentarily, but it never made that final descent, it slid back into its holster, and he tucked himself away. Leaving you for now in that room, locked away. You were his mission, Hydra sent him for you.

They never did specify he had to kill you. Just to get you.

#winter soilder #non con #dark!marvel #winter soldier x y/n #dark #trauma

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midnightmoonkiss · 4 years

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I was told by your wonderful wife, birds-have-teeth that you were in need for some asks/requests. How about Izuku and S/O on their wedding day?

She truly is a wonderful wife 🥺💜

Ahh! I dont usually take requests, but this was just too cute to pass up!

I hope you don’t mind that these are headcanons!

Izuku Midoriya X Reader

Wedding Day.

Category: fluff

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First of all! I think their wedding would be set sometime in spring. The time of year where it’s not too hot and not too cool, just after all the leaves and flowers bloom. I mean think about it, Sakura petals flowing in the wind on your wedding day? What a dream.

It sounds crazy, but I always imagined Izuku as the type of person to want to have their wedding outside.. Kind of like- in a garden? Or a forest? You know that the wedding Bella and Edward had in the forest? Kind of like that! Except surrounded by flowers!

Flowers like.. Magnolia, forget-me-nots, tulips, and of course - sakura! Or, well, Cherry blossoms~ Just! Flowers that really brighten up the secluded space. You’d need seclusion, after all, especially since you are marrying the number one hero.

Wouldnt it be so cute to be married under a willow tree, a brilliant white arch covered in white roses and vines standing above you both? Ackk vines.. So beautiful. Oh! Maybe there’s even a little rock pathway down the aisle?

The air is fresh.. Because you’re in the countryside! Maybe even in the mountains. Somewhere where a little babbling brook is not too far behind the trees, its soft bubbling noises relaxing the party-goers.

Speaking of! Wouldnt a little plant themed engagement ring be the cutest? Something like this!

Wedding ring.. Well you both have to pick that out dont you?

The wedding day is obviously going to be the most important day for both of you! But also, nerve-wracking as hell. Im positive Izuku has probably freaked out five times since he woke up at 6AM. Maybe a mental breakdown. Yknow.

He’s a sensitive guy! And he’s terrified! Nono, he doesnt have cold feet. He wants to marry you! He cannot imagine his life without you in it, but God is he absolutely terrified that you might be the one leaving him at the altar.

Not that he doesnt have faith in you! It’s just.. His insecurities and anxieties taking over him. Even after all these years of unconditional love, he still cant help but feel you deserve someone way better than him. And he fears one day you’ll wake up and realize that as well.

But you’d have to be absolutely crazy to even think about doing that, huh?

So yeah. Wedding day morning is filled with Izuku’s best man - Shoto - trying to calm the sporadic man down, bringing Toshi and his mom in to aid as well. He may have thrown up. Who’s to say.

You, on the otherhand, are having a great morning. You’re bouncing with excitement! Ready and oh-so impatiently waiting to marry the man of your dreams in the most scenic area you could find. It truly was a catch! A relatively cheap place - the majority of your funds were spent on food and flowers. You can get pretty good deals on wedding dresses if you’re marrying the number one hero, apparently. So long as they get to display one of your wedding photos.

Hell, it’d help a local business boom, and who wouldnt want that? You got a discount on your bridesmaids dresses as well~

A dream.

But the start time was quickly approaching. Tick-tock!

Soon enough, the both of you are ready to start a new chapter of your lives together.

The scene is set! Your husband-to-be stand beneath arch drenched in morning dew, light breaking through the trees reflecting on each little droplet and showering the little patch where your wedding was being held in brilliant lights

It honestly looked magical, straight out of a fairy tale. Hell, you were about to marry your prince, after all

God this wedding is like every outdoorsy kid’s dream

The piano starts up once the player gets the queue that everyone is ready.

Your friends walk down the aisle first in pairs, bridesmaids with bridesmen, silky gowns flowing in the gentle spring breeze

Soon enough the flower girl trots happily down the aisle, throwing Sakura petals every which way with a happy little smile on her face, dress as white as snow and a little pink belt.

It was truly a miracle no one tripped on the rocks yet.

Once everyone was in their place, a traditional wedding song began to play.

Showtime.

Izuku swore he saw an angel the moment those vines swayed to reveal you.

A sunbeam hit you from behind, its golden glow cascading down your body.

Tears formed in his eyes as he watched, paralyzed, as you walked down, heels clicking against the floor

The biggest, goofiest smile cracked onto his face, eyes connecting with yours. All was going to be alright. He had nothing to fear.

He’d probably openly sob while stating his vows, hands trembling as they hold onto yours.. It’d probably be something along the lines of.. “Ever since the day I met you, i’ve become a better man. You helped me grow into who I am today. You guided me towards the path that would lead me to happiness with your loving embrace, with every word of endearment you’d whisper to me, and with love as a whole. I always wondered what it’d feel like to be loved like this, and now that I have it, and that I have you, I don’t ever want to let go of it. Because you’re it, princess. You’re the love of my life, my one and only, my soulmate, and so much more. Every day we’re apart I always think of you. You keep me going. Without you, I wouldn’t be me.”

Something cheesy, yknow! Somethin sweeter than candy corn. <3 what a sap.

He may have had to wipe his tears a few times… cough.

Surprisingly though, his hands are super steady when he slides that ring on.

A shaky yet firm “I do,” green eyes now a shimmering viridescent as he stares at you with the purest form of love swirling in his gaze.

“You may now kiss the bride.”

His hand reaches up, delicately placing itself on your cheek. He cant help but take this moment in, condemning your smiling, angelic face to memory, the flashes of photos being taken completely ignored as he slowly leans in.

His lips are softer than they had ever been in that moment, the kiss itself so sugary sweet - the embodiment of innocence and passion. Love.

Eyes fluttering closed, he cant help but kiss you over and over again, each one making both your smiles grow larger until giggles erupt between the two of you.

Oh boy. He had lipstick smudged all over his lips. He couldnt care less, though. Pulling you close to his body, he smiled cheekily over at the photographer for a photo.

HE’S YOUR HUSBAND NOW! IZUKU IS YOUR HUSBAND! Praise the lords. (Y/N) Midoriya has a nice ring to it, doesnt it?

Inko welcomes you to the Mrs. Midoriya family with a hug.

The rest of the day was filled with you and Izuku being stuck together like glue, surrounded by friends and family.

The wedding photos would be filled with you two standing in a meadow, sun raining brilliantly down on the two newlyweds.

ackk just.. sakura petals flying in the wind~ how pretty. Maybe one even lands in your hair and he gets to pluck it out. <3

He’s the happiest he’s ever been.

Hell, he’s sure this is what being high felt like.

He cant stop smiling! He’s just so so cute.

Of course, a few goofy photos have to take place! Maybe Uravity uses her quirk to make it look like the number one hero is floating away whilst you ‘run’ to try and get him.

There was even one where he and his bridesmen wear parts of their hero costumes to show off a bit. Like Deku wears his hood, Shoto wears his.. Bracelets and backback..? Stuff like that! Truly it’s a weird fuckin photo. But so so dorky and so them.

His favorite photo is definitely the one where he has you sitting on his arm as he flexes. Yep. He turned into a bit of a show off. Could you blame him? Haha.

At night is when the real fun begins. Mainly because of the party! Lanterns are set up everywhere, and due to being so far from the city- the stars are shining in the sky! Much more than youre used to.

Izuku took a dance course, unbeknownst to you (Shoto and Bakugou were forced to join him- talk about chaotic!), so that first dance together is honestly breathtaking. He’s so gentle with you, leading the way and twirling you around.

May or may not have bawled when you danced with Toshinori.

CUTTING THE C AKE. OKAY OKAY.

It’d probably be forest themed. Green and white blending beautifully together, maybe even a little frosting stream cascading down the side. Hand made models of you and Izuku stood proudly at the top. I guess the flavor would be something you both chose together?

He loves touching your soft hands so holding that knife together is awesome for him.

Oh yea. After the perfect photo is taken, he definitely smears frosting on your cheek - just so he has an excuse to lick it off.

Sticky!

You both leave in a black limo, a “Just Married!” sign placed on the back.

Ahh. honeymoon time.

It’s going to be a long night,

Mainly because..

Well. Traveling- and.. Y’know (;

All in all! It starts off as stressful, and ends in the sweetest way possible.

#my hero academia #izuku midoriya x reader #deku x reader #mha x reader #deku #izuku midoriya #izuku x reader #boku no hero academia x reader #boku no hero academia #bnha x reader #izuku midoriya x you #midoriya x reader #izuku x you #deku x you #mha

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the-mic-drop · 4 years

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Class 1-A Cypher by Rustage

Lyrics below the cut

Izuku Midoriya - Deku (Performed by Rustage)

Call me Deku, I’m starting out on this cypher

I was quirkless, but by working I’m deserving something higher

It’s my purpose, I’m versing my present, future, and my past

So I’m gonna rock the mic with a Detroit Smash

Taking a second, I’m breaking my limit

Hitting with everything, pain I can feel it

I’m straining my muscles, I tussle with enemies

Better be ready, I’m more than a critic

I spit it, exhibit it all night

I’m killing it, chilling with All-Might

A villain inhibited by my ability

in minutes you’re watching my school fight

Fumikage Tokoyami - Tsukuyomi (Performed by Shwabadi)

When you cross this bird, you might get to see me wield the talons

So absurd how I’m applying subverse talents

Yes I’m cursed, carry a demon, I’m full of malice

Even worse for you when striking a bitter balance

Dark claws harming the vermin that are below me

Start wars, armed with determination and Oni

Get back, I’ve been endangering those who know me

Jet Black Hero, they’re calling me Tsukuyomi

Ochaco Uraraka - Uravity (Performed by DaisyBanaisy)

I’ll make you float as I’m messing with zero gravity

Don’t mean to gloat when I’m calculating these strategies

Rapidly climbing casually, my quirk “lacks in lethality”

but actually your apathy will lead straight to your casualty

I’ll happily fight for justice, with all of my capacity

My motive’s money, thankfully that don’t define morality

Reality is I’m just helping others for my family

I’m saving all humanity, don’t you mess with Uravity!

Tenya Iida - Ingenium (Performed by Dan Bull)

I’ve got many a twitch, that’s the Tenya itch

I’m like my test scores, I got plenty of tics

Academic, educated, but I never skip leg day

Still regretful of the day that I met Stain

Enraged, by what he did to my brother Tensei

I didn’t handle it the best way, I dare say

Left my hand damaged in remembrance of fair play

I’m representing Class 1-A, they’re my best mates

Tsuyu Asui - Froppy (Performed by Sophia Dere)

Ribbit Ribbit, exhibit a hero’s spirit

I’m in it and so I’ll win it

When I’m swimming, yeah I won’t stop

This frog’s idyllic not a gimmick in a minute

I be launching in to kill it

Like a frog, I’m bringing mad hops

My tongue’s deadly, spitting and I take charge

and then I’m turning invisible with my camoflage

In the water, no villain can dare to stop me

You’re looking sloppy, now you’re facing Froppy

Hanta Sero - Cellophane (Performed by VideoGameRapBattles)

Lucky 13 of the A-1 team

Kid I spit great mixtapes, stick your team

Wraps so clean,

and I’m sealing all the matches now that Cellophane will bring the pain all wrapped up in a package

Getting shipped with tons of damage, but there’s no send backs

Shut you up with my bind attacks

Get back, ‘cause you know that I’ll be winning

in this sticky situation, so I think you better stick it.

Mezo Shoji - Tentacole (Performed by Dreaded Yasuke)

You can call me wall that have ears, door that have eyes

Meaning I’m cavalier when it comes to fighting just like a spy

In close combat, my dupli-arms is coming for the harm

and I’m laughing at you if you’re trying disarm

I’ll sacrifice for everybody exhausting my quirk

Even when I’m down for the count, I’m disguising my smirk

You can cut off all of my limbs, I’m still coming in a burst

Class 1-A will always come first

Kyoka Jiro - Earphone Jack (Performed by Savvy Hyuga)

It’s ya edgy girl, Earphone Jack

Utilizing my quirk in both stealth and combat

I guess I can see how you think I fell flat

but lemme show you how I make up for that

with punk rock attacks

When my earlobes are growing

you know they whippin and probin

an’ now they got you tip-toeing

findin the range that my tone is

It’s not your typical motion n my moves don’t need compression

It’s just another jam session featuring my form of expression

Denki Kaminari - Chargebolt (Performed by Dizzy Eight)

It’s time to put in work, I got this cypher on lock

I don’t need my quirk when this verse will leave you shocked

Like a battery, I got the juice, so they put me in a box

When my positive means negative, I’m like “so watt?”

You don’t want that static with me homie it’s fatal

I got so much energy, I’m plugged in without the cable

On the low, I’ll leave everybody on the scene disabled

I’m underrated, but in a flash, I’ll leave you endangered

Shoto Todoroki - Shoto (Performed by None Like Joshua)

It’s Todoroki, I chose to be cold and lonely

Nobody can hold me with the inferno, I’m overloading

From a broken home to known hero I’m going up slowly but surely

and be better than Endeavor whether it’s hot or it’s snowing

Even if I’m behind, I’ll be sure to make Bakugo see

I do it for All of his Might or to stop killer Stain, forget any trophy

So now that you’re immobilized and then frozen in pain, no one can approach me

Put up a wall of my ice or a wall of my flames to build your enclosing

Rikido Sato - Sugarman (Performed by GameboyJones)

Give me 10 grams of white, then I’m activated (um)

Wait, I’m talking ‘bout the sugar that I took

Got a sweet tooth for taking out these villains ‘cause they’re agitating

Plus the girlies like a guy that can cook

Call me Sato the Macho, I’m saving these streets

Yeah these nachos are not yours, I need me a treat

and this crime fighting’s hard work, it can leave me beat

but like candy and cakes, being me is real sweet

Mina Ashido - Pinky (Performed by StarGirl)

The corrosive caped crusader, Pinky here to save the day

and end up taking center stage upon these lyrics that I lay up

Easygoing, I’m passionate in battle, I’m not passive

See it flowing I don’t spit fire, I spit acid

Hypnotic fashion sense, I leave you in a trance

I’m good at fighting, my other skills are in dance

Protect my friends, we’re going in on advance

Mina Ashido, you don’t even stand a chance

Eijiro Kirishima - Red Riot (Performed by NerdOut)

Kirishima’s here, everybody stand down

I’mma activate a quirk and give your chest a hand pound

With these Red Gun Turrets yeah the target is locked

I’m a boulder with a boner, man I’m hard as a rock

I’m unbreakable, cannot penetrate this armor

and I don’t need a little blue pill to get harder

I’m full of energy, enemies looking dead tired

Blood running in the street, you can call it Red Riot

Koji Koda - Anima (Performed by Connor Rapper)

I’m the quiet type, lying with the wildlife

When I’m on, you wouldn’t even need subtitle lines

Nervous around others, I’m the last one who would yell loud

But to be a hero, then I need to break the shell now

Yo it’s Koda bringing massive noise, flowing with that Ani-Voice

That timid kid with rabbit toys no longer acting coy

Drinking honey tea, facing my fear of bugs and bees

Get a bull stampeding with the words like I’m Douglby

Yuga Aoyama - Can’t Stop Twinkling (Performed by Zach Boucher)

Never needed fame or money, I can get it later

Even though it hurts my tummy, when I use my navel laser

I have got finesse, snazzier than all the rest

I’m the best, nothing less

being honest, not a flex, I’m a threat

It’s getting harder to stomach, I’ve got the smarts and I love

I’m certainly perfect, it hurts just like the art of seduction

Heart of a Puma, get ready to lose

I’ll be spreading the truth

and y’all are stupid if you choose to fight against the Yuga

Momo Yaoyorozu - Creati (Performed by HalaCG)

I’ve got the quirk creation and patience to work it

Balancing equations, don’t even need to research it

Sequencing elements, a testament to intelligence

You’d better watch out ‘cause I’m not feeling very benevolent

If a person’s in trouble, just wait and see what I’ll do

I can literally make anything. Overpowered, who?

Overpowered, who?

I meant I’ll overpower you

It’s true, sincerely Class 1-A’s Momo Yaoyorozu

Minoru Mineta - Grape Juice (Performed by Nux Taku)

Where the ladies at? (ay)

Mineta’s here to peek at women that I’m gazing at

People thinking that I’m weak, but you know what I say to that

Leave you in a sticky situation with my grape attacks

Underestimating me? You’re lacking information

Incapacitation, when you’re facing me, frustration

Master of flirtation, pretty much the top dog

You ain’t ever coming close when I pop off

Ojiro Mashirao - Tailman (Performed by Rockit Gaming)

Ojiro, the Tailman, you get what you train for

Master martial artist, black belt on my waist though

Nobody even really understands me

Got intelligence, can’t predict any hit that I’m landing

Classmate you confide in with dignity

You can wear a costume, all I got on is a gi

Noble attitude, that’s my personality

Accept results that I earn with my own abilities

Toru Hagakure - Invisible Girl (Performed by Outcast Rae)

Take you by surprise, yeah, I can do it easy

Miss me with your eyes, yeah, you can’t even see me

No matter what you try, yeah, you can never beat me

Feels a little cheesy, like a wish from a genie

When it comes to action, my quirk is in light refraction

so it has the side effect of never being a distraction

Sneak up on my enemies, let me be the best assassin

Toru Hagakure, you can feel my passion

Katsuki Bakugo - Kacchan (Performed by DaddyPhatSnaps)

I don’t think you other heroes are even listenin’

Maybe I should focus your attention with some ‘glycerin

You don’t even get it, there’s really no competition

I’m lighting these rookies up, boi, I’m slaying on every mission

I’ll show them once and for all, little Deku won’t know what hit ‘im

I will get the recognition, exploding the opposition

I will be the greatest hero that ever took the position

So come at me little bitches, I’ll make you wish that you didn’t

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descendantofthesparrow · 4 years

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Daughter of the Honorable thief - Harry Hook x reader - part 11 - the fair

thanks to @musicarose for commissioning me to help continue this series! more coming soon!

You were bouncing in your seat, watching as your parent's castle came into view. Erza leaned over you, a squealing noise coming from her mouth as she spotted her own home.

“ohhh I can't wait to get back, I've missed genavive~” Uma raised her brow at you, mentally asking you who Genevieve was.

“her horse” you laughed, pushing Ezra off of you and back into her seat in the car. You had arrived in your country by plane and continued from the airport by car, your family's driver in the front seat.

“so I talked to my mom, Harriet, harry, and Gil, you guys will be staying with me, and Uma you'll be staying with Ezra.”

Gil perked up, raising his hand, you snorted and nodded at him “why is it that way?”

“I informed my mom of what and how much you guys eat, my castle has a lot more food so it just made sense for you to be at my place, and harry and Harriet was just a choice”

“so Ezra and i will be hanging out…i’m good with that” Ezra grinned at you, patting your arm rapidly, you smiled and gently shoved her hand away.

“I know I know, chill”

A couple of hours later and you were ready for the festival, a green peasant dress flowing around you.

Your handmaid laid your small tiara on your head, the other helping you tie your boots.

“Thanks, you two, you guys can have the rest of the day off, go to the festival” you cheered, pushing them out of the room, Serena and kya smiled and nodded, bowing slightly before running off to their rooms.

You laughed, grabbing your shoulder bag, and walking out, checking to make sure you had your phone and wallet.

A whistle came from your right, and you turned, smiling as Harry walked up to you, he was wearing his shorter red leather jacket, black pants, and converse.

“wow, lookin’ good lassie” you giggled, spinning and letting the dress twirl around you.

“Why thank you~ you're looking quite good yourself!” Harry smiled and nodded, playing with his rings on his fingers.

“thanks” Harriet exited her room, messing with the strings of her own red peasant dress.

“oh you wore it?” you tilted your head “you know you didn’t have to right?”

“I know” she muttered, flattening the dress down on her front “I liked it, so I wore it fuck off”

“ok ok!” you held your hands up laughing “just wanted to make sure you weren’t forced to wear that”

Gil popped out of his room, a dark orange vest over a long-sleeved white shirt on his form, dark pants and his usual boots on his feet. “so (y/n), do they have really good food there?”

“oh amazing food, im willing to bet erzas gonna gun it to the Scotch eggs” gil tilted his head at that, following you down the stairs.

“whats a Scotch egg?”

“A deep-fried egg” you snorted, you never really understood erzas obsession with them, they were good, but not bulldozing other people over them good.

Likewise, she didn’t understand your obsession with churros, which were heaven shaped logs of cinnamon and sugar~.

“Alright, ill drive us over to the festival and we’ll meet uma and erza there okay?” the three pirates nodded and followed you out to your car.

You grinned, spotting erza in her light purple dress, her pastel flower crown on her head and brown boots, her dagger belt hanging off her waist.

Uma stood next to her, wearing a simple teal tank top and dark shorts, dark purple converse on her feet. She nodded at you, leaning off erzas car and walking towards you.

“loving the dress hettie~” uma teased, Harriet just gave her the middle finger and walked into the festival.

Harry laughed and gave a two-finger salute to uma, who nodded back, she turned to you “so what do we…do here?”

“play games-“ you started, erza interrupting you.

“eat food-“

You smirked and spoke up again, “buy things-“

“watch the tournaments-“

“and have fun generally” you finished, waving your hand for them to follow you in.

Harry whistled as you entered the main area, smiling at the decorations and stands. “this is pretty cool, I’ll admit” he spun around once, trying to see everything.

You broke away from the group to walk over to the map area “hey man, is there anything exciting going on right now?”

The old man smiled and looked down at his timesheet “why yes, there's a joust going on in seven minutes, just up here” he pointed down at the map.

“can we get there in seven minutes?” you asked.

“you can get there in three, I could get there myself in five, and im the slowest person here” he laughed, handing you a map and waving you off.

“guys there's a joust, lets go!”

“ ‘hood wait up!”

“there's a lady knight!” erza pointed out, Harriets and umas head popped up.

“lady knight? Wheres the lady knight I instantly love her oh my god” Harriet ran in front of the group, you and harry cackling at her.

Erza, uma, and Harriet were almost on the fences separating the arena from the people. You could hear the tail end of erzas words.

“whatever makes me that much more gay” she laughed, you settled next to her and looked around the arena.

“so we like the lady knight with the blue flag and the feathers right?” “yes,” erza nodded her head erratically, Harriet and uma agreeing quickly.

“okay so the boys” you rose your brow at them “they seem a little full of themselves” one of them was flexing.

“I don’t like his attitude” uma snorted “he looks like his name is lance or something im not about it”

The announcer started, calling for the audience for who they were going to cheer for.

“call out if you are here for the order of the moon!” the lady knight with the blue flag lifted her flag, smiling as the crowd went wild, including you and your friends.

During the match, you walked off and bought some of the lady knights mini flags for her supporters and gave them to uma, Erza, and Harriet.

Erza cheered and waved the flag around yelling out “hail the moon!”

The tournament began, the six of you cheering and screaming along with the crowds, uma turned to you during the match between the lady knight and “lance” “I think I get sports now!”

You laughed loudly and nodded, cheering as the lady knight knocked away the other knight's shield, giving her the match, she raised her lance high, smirking at the crowed, winking as she caught Harriet's eye.

“did-did she jus-she did oh shit” Harriet turned red and stood, hiding behind harry, who smirked and lushed her back out into the front, just as the lady knight circled round, right in front of your group.

She nodded down at Harriet, who blushed and squeaked, burying her face in her hands.

“Didn’t you say you had a crush on someone?” erza asked, leaning into Harriet's sight.

“I did! They don’t swing that way” she sighed, letting her hands drop onto her lap. You saw the lady knight smile to herself and nod, trotting off on her horse.

“I think she heard you” you chuckled. You knew the lady knight, the daughter of little john, ember, who was 150% gay, and Harriet was her type.

Tall, dark, and a talent with swords and the sea.

“hold the phone- wait isn’t that ember?” Erza leaned back to you, you nodded, Erza broke into a grin “holy shit! Last year she didn’t even qualify for the tournament!” she stood, waving her flag and screaming “GO EMBER~!”

Ember turned, a bright grin spitting across her face, pumping her fist in the air.

Soon the match was over, and luckily, Ember crushed it, though “lance” the knight for the order of the sun, was smiling and boasting to other guests, about how he would be winning the rematch later.

You pushed erza to talk to him, she pouted at you and walked over to him, he grinned and nodded.

Erza gave him a fist bumb and ran behind you, the knight laughed “thank you, I don’t know what that means but thank you” he spotted the sunflower gil was holding.

“quite a flower, and also appropriate since your over here on the order of the sun's side” gil smirked and shrugged.

“well you see” he turned over the flower, revealing the moon flag. The knight gasped in mock offense.

“oh, how could you!”

“How can you not, have you seen ember?” uma taunted, smirking at “lance”

The knight pressed his hand to his chest “hurt” clear on his face. “well the rematch at six! Youll have your chance” you supplied, the knight nodded and stood straight.

“aye, and if I don’t win…well I don’t know, will you all be there?” he chuckled.

“at 6? Yeah, we will be there!”

You all started to walk off before Harriet turned and asked.

“will ember be there?” the knight nodded “oh well then, well definitely be there! Come on, guys!”

You burst out laughing at the knight, who was staring at all of you with his mouth open and his eyes wide with amusement.

“so (y/n) uhhh, Scotch eggs?” you snorted and pushed erza out of your face.

“we will get them when we see the stall, so chill”

You walked around the market place, uma was gazing at a blue peasant dress, which you bought for her and she proceeded to get changed.

“lookin good cap’n” harry yelled from across the shop, a red and pink flower crown resting on his head, gil was trying on some leather gloves, smiling at uma, nodding with harry.

She rolled her eyes and gave a mock bow, stuffing her shirt into her back. “wheres your shorts?” erza asked, uma just hiked the dress up, revealing the shorts under the dress. Erza turned red and chuckled, turning away and waving her hands around her face.

“erza, calm the gay” you teased, patting her back as uma smirked and walked off.

“coffee!” Erza bolted off, you snorted, spotting the coffee stand across the road. You quickly paid for Harry's flower crown (which he tried to stop you but you insisted he looked good so he blushed and gently put it back on) and followed after her.

“CHURROS!” you exclaimed, detouring to the shop next to the coffee and buying 6 churros.

You handed one to harry and gil, waiting for Harriet, uma, and erza to return from the coffee shop.

“I needed this” erza sighed, sipping on the iced coffee. You smirked gesturing to erza.

“oh look, ye old basic bitch” erzas eyes widened as you finished your sentence and started to hit you with an open palm, you cackled and handed her a churro.

Uma and Harriet grabbed theirs and bit down, low moans coming from them as the cinnamon hit their tongues.

“holy shit that’s good” Harriet muttered, chomping down on the fried stick covered in cinnamon sugar.

“Yeah, what are these called and where can I get a thousand of them,” Harry asked his mouth full.

“churros, they are fried dough sticks with a bunch of cinnamon sugar on them” erza explained, sipping at her coffee.

“little sticks of heaven is what I think you mean” you muttered, pouring the leftover cinnamon sugar in the holding back into your mouth.

“there she be, the wild (y/n), scoping out the prime bows, as SCOTCH EGGS ARE JUST ROUND THE CORNER” you looked up at erza, raising your brow at her.

“you and your scotch eggs” you laughed, looking back down at the Celtic designed bow.

“since you’re offering, yes I do want some scotch eggs” she leaned on you heavily, raising her brows up and down.

You snorted and walked away from the bows, smiling as you saw harry and Harriet trying on pirate style hats.

“I do think you should look into getting new servants young lady” there was an older woman, dressed in high-class attire, speaking to erza, you snorted, waving for the rest of the group to come over. “there are many fine servants, around the shire”

“thank you agree” erza pointed at all of you, smirking at you “you hear that, not one of you have gotten me a scotch egg.”

You smirked “the only thing I serve are god, and sick dance moves, so please” erza almost burst out laughing but she held it in, managing to keep a straight face.

“then bust one of em out what you doin’?” erza challenged you laughed and started doing the robot, the older woman, laughing a little.

“those are dance moves? Everyone knows dancing is shifting hights and moving back and forth, and around” she demonstrated, you gasped and held up your hands.

“I just got served!”

The older woman laughed, eyes leading up to your tiara “oh my, you wouldn’t happen to be lady Loxley are you not?” you nodded, fixing the skirt of your dress

“yes that would be me” the older woman smiled.

“then you should be happy to know, in one hour there is an archery contenst~!” you turned to erza, who grinned back.

“oh, we gotta go!”

“and we shall!” you cheered, but first? You needed your gear.

--end of part 11--

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fangirlingatstuff · 4 years

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Ultrogon meet v. 1

(So I have multiple versions of how Rogon and Ultron meet, and Im bored so Im gonna post the first one here)

That night was hard.

Rogon could barely feel her legs as she dropped herself onto the floor of her cabin, hidden from the rest of the world.

Her spines shivered as she crawled, closer and closer to the couch in the middle of the room. The blood leaking from her side smeared on the wood floors, staining the carpet.

She finally clawed her way to the sofa. With a grunt, she pulled herself up to it.

Pain flared in her side. How stupid. How stupid was she to be caught in a storm, of all things?

Derecho had her laid out on a butchers block.

The pain nearly faded away the longer she sat still. Her tail was stiff from the fight, burning from the jerk on her spine.

How did she get into this? This wasn’t supposed to happen. She wasn’t on the field, she wasn’t even in enemy territory.

She was just trying to relax for a while, while her body heals from her prior...episode.

And yet, they followed her here. To the middle of nowhere Eastern Europe, in the middle of winter.

A tear slipped past her eye.

Her aching back made her grind her teeth, and for two hours, she sat on the couch, without moving.

She hasn’t responded to any reports. Hasnt responded to any messages, hasnt responded to any notes or letters or questions.

Where are you?

Rogon, where did you go?

Are you okay? Are you safe?

Please tell me you’re safe.

Ro, come home, please.

It killed her not to answer. It killed her to take a breath and look away from the screens.

But now, at this moment, she couldn’t risk her cover being blown. Her location leaking out to the rest of the Brood.

She rolled onto her side, tail flexing in pain. “Ow...” she groaned. Did she really have to be thrown into a tree? Hm? Was that necessary?

Tink.

Her ears shot up. Immediately, every scale, spine and hair stood on end. Something moved.

She shoved herself up and looked behind her. The back door was open, just slightly.

She always locked her doors, always kept every window sealed shut, but she did leave one door unlocked in case she needed to get away.

There were some tracks leading away from the door. They seemed human enough, thank Hell, but still. Any kind of compromise could spoil her location.

So, she rolled off the couch and landed on the ground without making any noise.

She sniffed the air. The smell of metal and smoke wafted through the air, so faint, yet still recent enough. She frowned and followed the prints to the stairs.

Was someone trying to escape the cold? If so, this was the worst place to be. She had no heaters, only surviving off of her own warmth, her millions of sweaters and blankets, and the fire that blazed in her throat. Everything smoldered to an ash the moment she left the house.

Her steps barely made a creak on the wood. Her tail slowly retreated and melted away, spines digging under her skin.

If it was a human, she’d hate to be caught.

Or, she could have a fresh meal. Grilled lumberjack sounded good, just about now.

Rogon made it up the stairs and slowly creeped down the hall.

There was a door open.

A door she didn’t remember opening earlier.

Her hand pressed against the door. “Alright,” her voice snarled out in a choked static, “alright...if you’re in here to kill me, clap your hands!”

Clap clap

“Oh bullshit,” her feet left the floor and she nearly jumped the entire staircase.

“Wait wait! I was joking!” She stopped, glancing at the door. It was a masculine voice. Rich, but glitchy.

Rogon took a few steps back to the door, and lightly pushed it open. The creak did nothing to calm her nerves, and neither did the bright red eyes staring at her.

Her face fell, “Holy shit.”

In the darkness, she could see a broken yet complicated frame. Sparks flew off of its side, metal plating its body.

A machine.

No, she thought, a robot.

“I’m sorry for the lack of lights,” it waved a servo around. Its voice was fuzzy, like it was being projected from a speaker. “But this house is horribly equipped.”

She sneered, “What are you doing in my house?” Her hands clawed in her gloves.

It must have noticed her reaching for the pistol on her belt, because it quickly raised its hands. “Please please! I promise, I don’t mean any harm!”

She scoffed and looked it in its blank red eyes. It looked very much like one of the Stark’s drones, but with some artistic liberties added to it. Its face was one single plate, with the same basic concept of Stark’s helmet, but an open jaw, and more narrowed optics.

“And what’s one of Stark’s drones doing with an AI attached to it?” She lifted her head up, looking down at the drone with enough malice to tackle an elephant.

It stood up quickly. “I am not one of Stark’s drones!” It snapped.

“No, but you are controlling one,” she snapped right back.

“...fair enough,” it relaxed, and she could get a better look at it as it was standing before her.

One leg was nearly completely locked up, with all that’s left of its right arm being a bunch of dangling wires. The side of its body was blown up and burnt, its shoulder plate torn off.

“Woah,” she snorted, “what kind of hell did you crawl out of?” She entered the room entirely, looking the machine up and down.

It shifted its weight, the floor creaking as it did so. “I didn’t know any one lived here.”

“Well, someone does,” she raised a brow. Her sides tightened as she crossed her arms.

“I just need a place to stay, to regroup,” it said. “I will not cause any damage—“

“You broke into my house.”

“It wasn’t that hard. The door knobs are broken.”

Rogon narrowed her eyes and cursed just as the chill of ice cold wind broke through the window. “You opened a window?!” She yelped and rushed over. The slam shut rattled the entire house. “Are you mad?! It’s cold as hell out there!”

“It was open when I came in,” it snarked. “The wind must have blown it open.”

Rogon breathed out. This was going to get her killed, wasn’t it? Oh well. Curse her pitying heart.

She looked over her shoulder. “Do you...have a name?”

She heard the sound of whirring machinery as it shifted again, “...Ultron.”

“Ultron? That’s a typical robot name.”

“Wait, do you not recognize it?” It sounded incredulous, like she had to have heard it before. “Do you not watch the news?”

“Do you see a tv anywhere?” She asked, gesturing around.

“No phone? No computer?”

“No. I use radio services,” she pulled out a walkie talkie from her waist clip.

The robot looked at her in what she deemed to be surprise.

She never heard of it before. “Okay, Ultron,” she turned around and sighed, putting her hands together. “I’ll let you stay here. But you have to promise me you aren’t some kind of, oh, I don’t know, spy software or some shit.”

It tilted its head at her, “Are you one of those government conspiracy fanatics?”

She scoffed, “No. I’m from Russia.”

He made a sound like he was clicking his tongue, “Ah.” Yes, that always makes total sense. “No, I am not any government intelligence software. I promise you that.”

Rogon nodded with a hum and started to walk out the door. “I hope you don’t need to eat,” she said with a laugh, “because I do not hunt for others.”

It chuckled lightly. “Oh no, I prefer my rabbit without fur. Or meat. Or bones. Really, I don’t want anything on my rabbit.”

She almost laughed at that. As she went down the stairs with a very visible limp, she heard it walk out of the room. The heavy clunks would have to take getting used to. But she wouldn’t be staying for long. “Are you hurt?” It asked.

“No, I walk like this for fun,” she grunted. With her entire weight on one side of her body, she was stretching her limits out thin. Usually, she’d be walking on her wings.

But she couldn’t risk that kind of exposure.

“Are your legs always like that?” She heard it begin walking down the stairs.

“I was thrown into a tree,” she quipped, walking to the couch. “Now, if it please you, Ultron, Imma fall asleep.”

The walking stopped. “Now, how rude would it be if a host didn’t give her guest her name?”

She stopped and looked at it. Did she give him her real name? She supposed it wouldn’t hurt. She technically didn’t exist to humans, anyways.

“My name’s Rogon,” she said and lied down. Her spines stretched against her back, and she was completely uncomfortable all throughout the night.

#ultron #marvel #bear|trap #rogon novak #Ultrogon #aou #age of ultron #oc

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strayficks · 5 years

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Hello! Can i req a sub felix pls? Like, felix is really needy after practise and really just desperate lol

Here you go lovely, ty for being my first req! 💖

Felix had just finished his practise, he had asked you to come and hang out with him and the boys at the studio. You brought a lot of organic snacks, it’s the only thing they can eat these days. Sometimes you wonder how they can keep up with it. You had been dating Felix for a year and a half, the best time you’ve ever had in your life.

You were practically bouncing with joy when you reached the building, your heart still speeds up even though you meet him almost everyday, you just can’t get enough of him. You we’re greeted with Chan, his white hair looks painful, you cringed thinking of his scalp’s condition. “Hey onion head.” You nudged his shoulders. “Why do you always have something negative to say about me?” He crossed his arms, a small pout forming on his lips. His broad shoulders blocking the door that separates you from your boyfriend. “Well, at least im winning and you can’t do nothing to stop me. Now move.” You pushed him out of the way, he still chuckled and moved away.

“Screw you.” You snickered behind his back, “That’s all you got Channie?” Chan started running towards you, when he almost reached you, you were pulled by your boyfriend’s familiar arms, making chan fall into a resting Woojin laying on the floor. “Get off me!” Woojin yelped, pushing Chan and standing up. “Im not tolerating this right now.” He went and left the room, Chan following him but before giving you a deadly stare. “What? You’ve never seen someone with this much finesse before?” You teased. Felix looking down at you with sparkling eyes, his freckles more prominent than ever. “That’s my girl.”

He kissed you, getting steamier when his tounge licked your bottom lip, you bit his lip as a response. “You guys are gonna start some chaos wont ya? At least close the door.” Said Changbin, sounding not so surprised. He gave Felix a nod and closed the door. Leaving you both inside. You can hear Jisung’s “Why’d you close the door?” And Changbin’s “Dont go inside.” You smiled to yourself, feeling proud that you raised them well. “You’re so beautiful.” Felix said, out of the blue. On cue, your heart started beating faster, but you were always the one who can control yourself. You shook it off, still a little flustered. “What are you on Felix?” You joked. He pulled you to sit on the floor, you lean your head on his shoulders, your backs leaning on the mirror. “Are you tired? Do you want me to bring you something?” You asked, his face looked really red and his palms were sweaty. He quickly shook his head. “No, no. Stay here.”

It’s obvious that he’s acting weird. It’s not until you went over him to take a water bottle when you noticed a growing bulge on his pants. You quirked an eyebrow, but you make sure that he didn’t notice. You decided to tease him, resting your head on his thigh, you pulled your shirt down a little so Felix can see your exposed chest. You looked up at him, seeing him getting quiet and looking at your chest. “What are you doing?” Felix asked. “What am i doing? I don’t know, robbing a bank?” You said, laying on your side so now his bulge is right in front of your face, but you still kept the innocent facade.

“Can you sit up?” He asked, his breath getting uneven. You laid on your stomach, resting your chin on the side of his bulge, you thought you tortured him enough. “That looks painful, need some help?” You stared at his bulge, he look hestitant by the way his gaze fell on the door. “Dont worry, if anyone comes in, we can just poison their food.” With that, you took off his belt, Felix watching your every move with admiration, only making you more wet. His hands reached out to unzip his pants but you held them back. “Don’t be so eager, now.” You smirked. He let out a frustrated sigh, you loved seeing him under control like this. You palmed his cock, red tipped and glistening. “Look at me.” You said, Felix did as you told.

You started pumping him up and down, stopping everytime he broke eye contact. “I said look at me, or im stopping.” Felix obeyed you, his eyes hooded and submissive. “P-please, i can’t take it anymore.” He pleaded, you craddled him, rubbing your wet pussy over his hard cock, his abs flexing everytime your pussy hit his soft spot. You put his cock inside your leaking cunt, taking him by surprise. “Fuck! S-so tight.” Soon, both your moans filled the room. Both of you not even caring if the whole building can hear. Felix gripped your ass, giving them a slap as his thrust getting faster and sloppier, you can feel every curve of his cock inside you, clenching on him over and over again. “Yeah baby, keep doing that, you feel amazing.” You can feel him pulsate inside you, his hot liquid felt amazing inside, you kept bouncing up and down, milking his cock to heaven. He gave you a kiss, both of you still catching your breaths. He pulled his jacket and laid it over your waist, covering your red asscheeks. Your foreheads found eachother with Felix still inside you. The sound of the door opening made both your heads snap in the same direction. A confused I.N stilled on the doorway, body going rigid. Even though he can’t see your exposed body, it’s postive that he knows what you’ve been doing with Felix. “I’m just gonna go, y-yeah im leaving.”

Felix chuckled, pushing a strand of your hair behind your ear. “What poison should we use?” He asked.

An: i got carried away, this was so fun to make tbh

#lee felix #lee felix smut #stray kids smut #felix smut #skz smut #stray kids imagines #lee felix imagines

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thotantics · 5 years

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hi can i ask for a prompt with yoongi? B12 and D13 please💌

⚤ pairing — reader + Min Yoongi

✎ word count — 2,591

✦ genre — smut, pwp

✗ warnings — graphic description of sex, masturbation, fingering, oral sex (female receiving), squirting

prompt(s) — B12: Heavy eye contact + D13: Squirting

[A/N] hhhngn i hope this came out ok! writing it was a little touch and go as i’ve been anxious the last couple of days again but ive been reading some amazing things and trying to keep myself inspired and happy, and im pretty satisfied with this. also!! happy belated birthday to @gotmetalkinginmysleep 💖💖💖

You knew exactly what to do to get him fired up. Even though Yoongi had spent the evening watching you from afar and sulking, you were pleased with yourself. He deserved it.

He’d promised you a romantic candle lit dinner the night before after countless nights of eating alone while he worked late, but when you showed up at his apartment, he was passed out asleep on the couch. Impossible to wake up once he was that deeply asleep, you hadn’t even bothered to try and had gone to sleep in his bed by yourself after a lonely dinner that was definitely lacking in the romance that you had been so looking forward to.

What was worse is he hadn’t even bothered to apologize. He slid under the covers with you just before dawn, groaning softly into the crook of your neck and prodding at the middle of your back with an erection, and though you had been wide awake, you pretended you were still asleep until he dozed back off, curled up behind you.

The following day you were, perhaps childishly so, hellbent on pissing him off. Yoongi, as complex as he could be at times when he tried to hide his feelings and act much tougher than he truly was, could be played like a fiddle under the right circumstances. Lord knows that you knew all the right buttons to press after a lengthy relationship. You knew all the ins and outs of this man by now. His hopes, his fears, his insecurities, his strengths, but most importantly, you knew what made him tick.

Using Jimin for your agenda was easy - the younger man was a born flirt and it oozed out of every pore regardless of who he spoke to. So when you stuck to his side that evening, giggling and playful, he was all too easy to use to get the right kind of attention from your negligent boyfriend.

Yoongi bought it so fast, too. Hook, line, and sinker. The moment you touched Jimin’s arm for a little bit too long, you could practically feel his eyes on you. But you didn’t let him know that you knew he was watching, not yet. Not until he came to you, voice low while you sat on the counter top with Jimin at your side, drunk and a little too friendly.

“Let’s go to bed.” Yoongi practically growled the words at you, his mouth at your ear and his hand squeezing just a little too tight around your wrist.

You agreed, lips curving into a knowing smile as you hopped down off the counter and gave Jimin a lingering hug goodnight before Yoongi all but drug you away from him.

You knew you had him exactly where you wanted him long before he kicked shut his bedroom door and barked out a command for you to strip and lay down on his bed. If you couldn’t have the romantic night he had promised you, at least you could have him like this. Possessive, needy, wild.

His eyes were flashing, mouth drown down in a tight lipped frown that made your heart flutter. He’s cute when he’s pissy, you think to yourself. You smile up at him, innocently, adoringly, and he whips off his belt and chucks it to the floor with a snap.

“What are you smiling about?” He asks you.

“How cute you are.” You reply.

“Oh? Not about how cute Jiminie is?”

At this, you let yourself giggle. He was truly so, so easy. Excitement rippling in your veins, you lay back on the bed, fully naked, like he told you to.

Yoongi hasn’t broken eye contact with you yet, not until the shirt he lifts over his head interrupts it as he asks, “What are you laughing about?”

“I just love you.” You tell him. And you mean it. As much as the previous night had disappointed you, finding him curled up asleep when he had promised you something, you knew in the back of your mind that you could have come to him in tears the next day and he would have rectified his wrong doing. But it was much more fun for both of you, this way.

He huffs a little, but doesn’t reply to your sentiment, instead telling you in a clipped tone, “Spread yourself for me.”

You do, parting your thighs and pressing your fingers to your sex to splay yourself open for him. He likes you best like this when he’s in a sulky mood, open and vulnerable and all for him. And god, do you like it, too, when he takes control and most of all, when he takes you. You’re entirely his, anyway, but it doesn’t mean that you don’t want him to claim you over and over and over again, for the rest of your lives.

Yoongi is quiet when he starts. He jerks himself off while sitting on his knees, his balls nestled between your spread lower lips, teasing you with the jerking motion of his hand on his cock, his eyes locked on yours and daring you to ask him for more. But you don’t. You know he’ll give it to you in due time, especially if you’re patient. He masturbates in such a quick, rough motion that you wonder briefly how it doesn’t hurt but then again, you know that he likes it when it does. His fingers are tight around his shaft, the head of his dick red from being squeezed so tight repeatedly. Eventually the slick sounds of precum coating his hand is coupled with the ragged breaths from him, lording above you.

You writhe, needing friction, but just before it gets too unbearable, just before he can spill his cum across your belly and waste it, he stops and pulls back away from you. A glance down where your hands still spread yourself open show him that watching him jerk himself off has made you wet, and he gives you a haughty little smirk before he lays down flat between your open thighs.

You desperately want his mouth on you, but he busies himself with exploring you with his fingers first, like always. You steel yourself in preparation, eyes shutting tight. You know if you ask for it, he’ll just make you wait even longer. He’s meticulous, practiced, far too good at pressing all of your buttons same as you can his. It’s exciting and makes you both vulnerable, but you like it that way.

His fingers avoid your clit, stroking over your labia and pressing gingerly into your entrance, then he pulls back, pressing the slick digit into his mouth and just observing you while he sucks it clean, watching as you get wetter with anticipation.

“Did Park Jimin do this to you?” He asks you quietly, and you know that he knows better. He’s confident in your relationship, he knows you’re loyal and he knows you belong to him, mind, body, and soul. But you humor him anyway.

“No, Yoongi. You did.”

His eyes lift from your sex and meet your own, lips curving briefly into a smile, but he wipes it away from his face as quickly as it appeared, ducking his head down to finally let you have his mouth. His eyes don’t leave yours when he tastes you, tongue flat and stroking from your clenching hole up to your clit. He leaves it there, flexing the wet muscle on your most sensitive spot, eyes on yours and silently daring you to look away. You wouldn’t. He’s hypnotizing and beautiful there, licking expertly between your thighs.

Yoongi hums, a low tone that sends shocks of pleasure straight to your core, legs jerking briefly around his head. His eyes narrow briefly, a silent warning for you to hold still and let him do what he wants to do, then his hands pin your thighs open wide and he nuzzles his mouth into you further, pushing your hands out of the way. He licks deeply and sucks, latching onto your clit with an obscene sound that makes you moan and gasp all at once.

You hold still the best you can, hands threading through his hair, breathing steady to keep yourself in check but he’s fully consuming you and it’s hard to be as still as you know he wants you to be. You want to rut your hips up against his mouth, to tug and pull on his hair to get him in the spot you want him in so you can get yourself off as quick as possible, but Yoongi keeps his eyes trained on you and you don’t dare.

If he wasn’t in this specific mood, to possess you and own you, you wouldn’t care at all to take what you want from him but like this? You take what he gives you and nothing more.

After all, you wanted him like this. You made him like this, mad with his need to consume you entirely and claim you as his. He nuzzles his nose against your clit, tongue fucking shallowly at your entrance and you murmur his name, thighs twitching with the effort to stay wide open for him.

“Yes, baby?” He pulls a breath away and his eyes are tender, even as he licks the remains of your wetness from his lips, “Tell me how I can please you.”

Not expecting him to want to cater to you like this, you scramble for a moment, mind reeling with possibilities but the truth hits you like a truck when his fingers dig into the meat of your inner thigh, and you tell him, “I want your fingers.”

“Where?” He encourages you, eyes flickering briefly down as he presses a kiss to your swollen clit, then he looks back up at you patiently. It’s a complete switch that’s been flicked, your submissive side out in full force, overwhelmed by him, by the need he’s been building in you.

“I-in my pussy.” You whimper, “Fuck me with your fingers…a-and, fuck!… keep licking me. Please.”

Yoongi was already granting your every wish before you could finish asking for it, his long digits pressing inside of you and curling up, making you curse. When his tongue goes back to work, he shuts his eyes briefly and savors the taste of you, wet and warm against his lips. He pumps his fingers into you, being sure to press shallowly into you with his fingers curved right up against the texture of your inner wall where he knows your g spot is.

His tongue feels like heaven, slipping between your folds expertly and flattening against the sensitive bundle of your clit, alternating between flicks from the point of his tongue at the perfect speed to lavishing you there with his lips wrapping around and sucking sinfully. You can’t stop your thighs twitching and your hips lifting, craving more and more though he happily gives it to you each time.

He looks up at your face only to see you watching his mouth carefully, entranced by the sight of his tongue. You expected him to tease you endlessly, to deny to orgasm until his cock was in you, but you lock eyes with him and whisper in warning, “I-I’m coming..”

He nods against you, giving you permission before pressing his fingers into your cunt harder and faster, his tongue flat and rubbing fully against your swollen clit while you rock your hips up against face. Yoongi groans, pressing a third finger inside of you, stretching you with the briefest twinge of pain before your walls accommodate to the addition. He uses the strength in his whole arm, fucking up against your g spot rough and harsh while his tongue keeps licking, sweet and slow. You feel yourself about to bust entirely, all while staring into his eyes and you shut your lids peacefully, letting go.

Yoongi fucks you three fingers deep, and the obscene squelching that emits from your sex sends a blush from your cheeks straight down your chest. You don’t expect the tidal wave that follows, but the moment you feel it, you open your eyes to look down at him in utter shock.

It feels almost wrong for half a second. Are you pissing yourself?? But the look of sheer desire that crosses Yoongi’s face, his brows lifted in surprise wipes away any negative feelings and you don’t even try to hold back. You’ve never done this before, never gushed so fully, never cum with this much intensity.

Writhing under him, legs desperately trying to shut around his arm as he pulls back to watch, you buck and groan and completely soak the sheets, soak your boyfriend’s arm, his tongue licking lasciviously across his lips to capture the taste of your cum.

“Oh my god,” You chant, “Oh god, Yoongi, Yoongi!”

“It’s ok, baby.” He murmurs, and he places one hand flat on your tummy and he keeps fucking you with his hand, deeper this time, pressing tight at your lower stomach like he’s trying to milk more of it out of you, his mouth hungry and his tone low as he groans desperately against your throbbing, oversensitive clit. “Fuck, you’re such a good girl,” He mewls against you, tongue and lips as desperate as his fingers to work another orgasm from you, just as wet as the first. “One more,” He begs, “Give it to me… please.”

You cum again just seconds after the first time, and the gush is significantly less but with his insistent fingers fucking you and his tongue on your clit, he gets what he was after. He withdraws in a hurry, palm rubbing sloppy and hurried at your clit as his mouth latches onto your core and he sucks and swallows every drop he can down, groaning and massaging your left thigh appreciatively.

He’s made you cum twice in a row countless times in the past, fucking you senseless after making you cum once on his fingers only to immediately hammer you into another orgasm but this time was different. With the sheets below you soaked and the evidence of your orgasm dripping from his chin, Yoongi pushes himself up from your pussy, gripping his cock and sliding it home inside of you. You whine and wrap yourself around him, completely fucked out of your mind and body trembling with the exertion.

It takes everything in you to keep your weary legs open so he can jackhammer his hips into yours, his mouth wet as he kisses across your neck and your lips. You taste yourself on his tongue and moan into his mouth, weak and used, but you give yourself over to the pleasure of feeling him rutting away inside of you, desperate to find his release. When he cums, he grunts into your neck and buries himself deeply inside of you, panting and shaking all over.

“Fuck,” Yoongi hisses, “That was so hot, baby.” He pulls back away from you and looks down at you in awe for a moment before he pulls out of you. Your legs fall weary, flat to the mattress and Yoongi stands over you, chest heaving, and looks at the mess the two of you had just made. You’re half dead, unable to lift a muscle, breath coming out ragged and head lolling uselessly to the side, completely and utterly fucked out of your mind, your insides still tingling from the aftershocks of your orgasm.

“You’ve never looked more sexy,” He declares, “Do you know that?”

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