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#only the first three are sewn down bc i wanted to make the % joke#and also bc tired#but! exciting that the curved edges have behaved so well#and also that slightly angling the slip-stitches makes the thread p. much invisible. nice.#hubris quilting
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Along for the Ride
Pairing: Joel Miller x reader (Biker AU)
Word Count: 1,855
Summary: You convince Joel to go to the state fair wtih you..he’s grumpy about it but he’ll do anything that makes you happy.
Author’s Note: This is for @the-slumberparty June Monthly Challenge-Summer vibes! My item is a popsicle and my setting is a festival/fair. Thank you so much to Navy and Roo for hosting! I have one planned in the same setting for Cowboy!Joel because one my friends are the best kind of support and two it was really too hard to pick between them haha! Thank you all so much for reading! Much love always! ❤️❤️❤️All dividers used are by my lovely Daisy @firefly-graphics
Warnings: lots of fun, fluff and flirting, soft and sweet moments, Joel is grumpy but he’s always perfect for you.
EDIT NOT MINE: Thank you so much to @pedritosdarling for making this amazing edit with my Biker!Joel in mind, it means so much! I LOVE IT! 😍
Joel Miller Masterlist
“Is it ok if we take my bike darlin’?”
“Of course,” you answer with a quick kiss. “You know I love riding with you…but showing up in your pickup truck would be more on par for the fair,” you giggle.
“Yeah, yeah. I still can’t believe you convinced me to go to this,” he grumbles.
“It didn’t take much,” you tease, batting your lashes.
“Well you had me in a compromising position when you asked. I wasn’t exactly thinking with my brain. I’m pretty sure I would have agreed to anything princess.”
He’s trying to suppress a smile but the more you hold his gaze the more his lips twitch upward.
“We’re going to have a great time,” you state as you pack your bag. “Besides, you never tell me no…no matter what position you’re in.”
You wiggle your shoulders haughtily before asking, “and what’s with calling me princess?”
He slides up behind you, pressing into your body so he has you caged along the counter, his arms on either side of you.
His lips brush the shell of your ear. “Mm you’re right, I never tell you no. Made me think of a princess…”
“And you’re my knight in shining armor,” you giggle, willing your body not to react to him.
Warm and soft lips trail down your neck before meeting your shoulder, his fingers pushing the strap of your dress down so he can continue his path of kisses.
“Thought I was your teddy bear…” he murmurs.
His beard tickles your skin, sending goosebumps running down your arm.
“Joel,” you breathe out, trembling in his hold. “Don’t you dare try to distract me. We are going to the fair.”
Your words come out breathy and much less assertive than you wanted and you feel him smile against your skin.
“Whatever you say princess.”
His other hand smooths down the curve of your waist and he turns you around to face him. His kisses continue to move down your neck, across your collarbone, and he traces the thin edge of the top of your dress, the barest of touches but it leaves a burning heat in its wake.
“Joel.”
It’s a warning but comes out more like a whine.
He takes your chin between his thick fingers and brings your eyes to his, kissing you softly before smiling.
“Ok darlin’. Come on. I’m gonna take you to the fair…”
His warm hand closes around yours and he starts to walk you to the door.
“I feel like there was a but at the end of that sentence,” you say, squeezing his fingers.
“Let’s just hope I can behave while we’re there.”
With a cheeky wink he escorts you out the door, handing you your helmet before throwing a long leg over his bike.
You practically skip toward the entrance, one of Joel’s hands in yours and his other stuffed into the front pocket of his jeans as you drag him nearer.
“Come on you!”
He takes too long strides and catches up, releasing your hand only to wrap it around your waist and tuck you into his side.
“What are we doin’ first?” he asks with a kiss to the top of your head.
As you approach the fairgrounds, the air is filled with anticipation and a buzz of excitement. Everything is colorful and vibrant from the bright lights and colorful banners to the lively music playing in the background.
You glance at Joel and notice as he takes it all in that he’s rubbing the back of his neck and looking sort of misplaced.
When he catches you staring he huffs lightly. “I stick out like a sore thumb.”
You do nothing to hide the way you blatantly check him out then grab the front of his tight tee shirt and drag his lips down to yours.
“Who cares,” you whisper when you pull away.
Your fingers sneak under the tight sleeves of his tee before sliding down over his biceps. He flexes and you hum appreciatively, pressing closer.
“Now who’s lookin’ to cause a distraction princess,” he growls.
Your teeth dig into your bottom lip and you give him a demure smile.
As you move further onto the grounds, you’re immediately greeted by a plethora of sights and smells. Food stands line the pathways, enticing you with the delightful aroma of freshly cooked and fried treats.
“Somethin’ smells good,” he says, eyeing the ice cream and cotton candy stand.
“Let’s get something!” you cheer as you rush over.
After ordering two popsicles you head over to a picnic table in the shade.
“Do you want some?” you ask as the pop hovers near your mouth.
He keeps his eyes trained on you and waits, watching intensely as you press it to your lips, parting them then sucking it into your mouth.
“Mmmm so good.”
He sits on the bench of the table, his legs spread wide as you settle between them, still working the popsicle in and out of your mouth.
“Princess,” he warns, his eyes dark. “You better stop sucking on that pop like you wish it was my…”
“Joel Miller don’t you dare finish that sentence!” you admonish but make no move to stop the way you’re clearly deep throating your popsicle. “We are at the fair and there are children present.”
Without another word he grabs you around the waist and pulls you down onto his lap, his free hand landing on your bare thigh.
“I’m pretty sure no one would be surprised if I said what I wanted to say darlin’.”
“Yeah, yeah. Big tough guy…tattoos…leather…”
You press your cold lips to his scruffy cheek and then move to take another lick of your popsicle but he grabs your face and turns it so he can give you a proper kiss, parting your lips to taste the flavor on your tongue.
“You done working that popsicle yet?” he asks, brushing his lips lightly along yours.
You push it back into your mouth then pop it out again. “Nope!”
He shifts you on his lap so you can feel how your popsicle eating antics are affecting him.
With a squeak you wiggle your butt and he quickly tightens his hold on your waist to stop you.
“And I thought I was the one who was going to be the problem today,” he simpers.
You shrug like it’s nothing, still sucking on your popsicle.
“Ok, I’m done,” you say, when there’s nothing left but the wooden stick. “Let’s go find a game where you can win me a stuffed animal.”
You hop off his lap and tug on his hand.
“Just gimme a minute princess.”
You giggle and go to sit back down but he blocks you.
“Darlin’,” he grumbles. “That won’t help any.”
When you discover the games you’re eager to find one in particular and you pull Joel along, pointing out all the cute stuffed animals he can win for you.
“There it is!” you shout.
You rush over to the balloon dart game and try to keep your excitement at bay.
“You’re going to be so good at this,” you tell him. “You always beat the guys at darts at the bar!”
The guy working the booth gives Joel the once over before taking his money. You roll your eyes and press yourself into Joel’s side, giving the guy a mocking smile.
Joel lines up his shot and pulls his arm back to let the dart fly. It lands just above a red balloon. You don’t say anything and just wait as he takes the other two shots.
He misses them both.
“Fucking weighted darts,” he grumbles. “They make it so you can’t win this shit.”
His body is tense and his jaw is set in a hard line.
You hang on to his bicep and whisper in his ear, “one more time…for me? Please?”
He looks at you and his expression softens. “Just for you princess.”
He pays for another round of darts and readies himself again. The first two miss but on his last shot he hits a blue balloon and it explodes in a spray of water.
“Fuck yeah!” he cheers and you join in with a whoop of happiness.
“Which one do you want princess?” he asks as he pulls you in front of him and wraps you in his arms.
“THE BIG PINK UNICORN!” you say excitedly.
The guy at the booth pulls it down and hands it to you.
“What are you gonna name him,” Joel asks.
“Joel.”
He raises a bushy eyebrow. “Really princess.”
“Yep,” you reply, popping the p. “Really, really.”
“He can be best friends with the teddy bear you got me,” you explain as you run your fingers over your new unicorn.
Having Joel’s bike was the best idea, especially once it came time to catch the evening sunset before fireworks and the two of you are able to meander through the traffic and find a secluded spot on the grass.
You sit comfortably in his embrace, watching the sky transform into a canvas of vibrant colors, the hues of orange, pink and purple beginning to spread across the horizon.
“This is so beautiful,” you say in awe.
He grunts in response.
After a few moments you turn in his arms and snort.
“That’s all you got? Ungh.”
You mimic the noise he made.
He stares at you. “You’re so much more beautiful.”
You stare back and suddenly your eyes go wide and light up in realization.
“OH MY GOD, you’re still grumpy about losing the darts game!”
He looks offended. “I am not darlin’! And besides, I didn’t lose…I won you the unicorn didn’t I?”
You poke his hard chest. “You are so!” you tease. “And I mean it took you two tries…”
“Whatever you say princess,” he mutters, but you can see the corners of his lips turn up slightly.
“And his name is JOEL,” you add, unable to stop your laughter that bubbles up.
He kisses the smile right off your lips but you feel his own before he presses the palm of his hand to your cheek and brushes his thumb across your skin, his eyes soft as he studies your face.
You reach up and lightly drag your fingers across his jaw then run your nose along the same path, your eyes closing as your lips meet in a soft kiss.
The sun descends, its rays illuminating the fairgrounds, casting long shadows and creating a beautiful interplay of light and dark. The rides, food stalls and exhibits start to twinkle, creating a background of sparkling rainbow lights against the deepening sky.
His hands move lower, curling around your waist and sliding you under him until you’re laying back on the blanket beneath him.
As his lips kiss a path down your neck his hand slides up along your inner thigh and he gently pushes your legs part.
“Joel, the fireworks are about to start,” you weakly protest, letting your legs fall open.
“Nothin’ you haven’t seen before,” he murmurs, his hand gliding higher. “And besides, think I’ve behaved for long enough princess.”
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hi can you please do sae, karasu, and isagi nsfw hcs?
Listen, you could consider what I wrote Isagi slander, but I know there are a bunch of people out there who'd be into it. Like, dude seems too average to actually be normal. "Oh my type is someone with a nice laugh and beautiful smile", suuuure, go off you sword art online looking motherfucker.
Karasu Tabito
⟳ Looks like a dom, is probably a switch - but ends up not having a lot of luck in finding a chance to be a sub. So if you can do it, I bet he'd love to be bossed around a little, so he can let go for a bit. Would probably like to be edged and have you control when you get he can cum.
⟳ As a dom, though, he can be a bit mean, likes teasing you and bossing you around. Will probably love edging you too, only letting you orgasm when he has you whimpering, crying and begging him to. Probably not very much into brats, prefers a sub who is eager to please.
⟳ As per the egotist bible, he has a voice kink (this manga continues to be strangely horny). Probably gets excited if you send him audios, you could be talking about anything, doesn't matter, he really can't help it. Obviously, he likes to hear your voice when you are fucking, so if you aren't one to talk he will make you talk. He is gonna talk to you, ask you things, and demand an answer.
⟳ For that same reason he prefers giving oral rather than receiving. When he is receiving he can't really hear you, so he is cut off from one of the things he finds the hottest. But on the other hand, he will love to spend a lifetime between your legs just to hear all the sounds you can make. He is very good at it too, but he will take the edging to almost a torture, only letting you cum when you are crying and begging.
⟳ Not against bondage or ropes but not big on them either, he is far more into seeing you struggle to keep yourself restrained when he tells you to. He's gonna tell you to keep your hands behind your back and you gonna have to do it or else he stops. Gonna tell you to keep your legs still and you gonna have to do it, or else you are getting edged for longer - call it an exercise in self control.
⟳ He likes people watching so he prefers fucking you either in front of a mirror or while facing you. He wants to see your every reaction, as well as hearing them. Be it missionary or mating press, he won't take his eyes off of you. Loves fucking in front of the mirror, even if he has you sitting on his lap and facing him, cause that way he can see both angles.
⟳ Dick is long but not really thick, curved upwards nicely, and not really veiny, just a couple thicker veins showing. He is shaved clean, and definetly a shower.
Itoshi Sae
⟳ This guy took a quick liking to Shidou, so those dead eyes are def hiding something. Maybe not the highest sex drive of all, he is pretty controlled, but for sure kinky - and mean. Also seems like the kind of guy to be into someone who'd already be kinky by themselves, no time to be teaching.
⟳ A mean dom, of sorts, he is fair always, but isn't afraid to punish someone. Will reward you if you please him, he isn't one to change his word just to amuse himself, if you obey he will give what he promised. Though, if you behave like a brat, you get treated like one. The punishment is always fitting to the transgression, can tolerate mistakes and mishaps, but not willful misbehavior.
⟳ Not really vocal, mostly silent actually. Will start grunting and groaning when he gets closer to orgasm but really he is mostly quiet. Sure, that is aside from satisfied hums when you behave and disappointed huffs when you don't. Also he's really hard to read unless he is close to cumming.
⟳ Tailors what he is gonna do with you depending on what you like and how well you behave, he is pretty flexible on that. Likes to tease you by using the things you like most as a carrot on a stick type of deal - you get it if you behave, you don't of you misbehave. Not fast and easy with praises but he has no problems in praising someone when they earn it.
⟳ Very much into hair pulling, gagging and having you ride him. Prefers receiving oral to giving - will make you swallow. Likes choking, not even necessarily hard enough to restrict airflow, just really likes the possessiveness of having his hand around your throat.
⟳ Not much above average in length, but thick enough to leave you felling full. He is veiny, curved upwards and has a small head, which makes it look bigger. Not shaved, but trimmed.
Isagi Yoichi
⟳ Perv. Have you ever seen someone who looked too normal, almost bland, like a piece of bread, not bad but not noticeable, tho you felt there was something deeply off with them? It's him. He is too normal, which of course hides something not normal. (Alexa, play Creep by Radiohead)
⟳ The underwear stealer type of perv. Actually, any of your clothes within range of his hands is not safe. The jerking off in the bathroom while he can hear you talk in the other room type of perv. The watching his neighbor through the window with binoculars type of perv. He gets horny and his morals suddenly take a nosedive.
⟳ Not a dom, not a sub, just a desperate pervert. If you pull up with the attitude to whip him into place he will gladly lick the floor you walk on, will cum in his pants while you pull him on a leash. He is gonna be eager to please, if anything a bit too eager, kinda like a dog in a rut.
⟳ Now, if you let him be in charge, well, he is still a dog in a rut - just as eager to please but not good at controlling himself. It's not all bad, he is a pleasure dom, sort of. He wants you to feel good, very much so, and while he is still fucking you, he will continue working to bring you to an orgasm. Even if you've orgasmed already like four or five times before.
⟳ Both vocal and loud, grunting, groaning, moaning, talking, whatever. He tries not to be loud but loses the notion of how loud he is halfway through. I say either shut him up or live in a house, else the noise complaint is coming. Though, sometimes he will grow silent, but that's cause he wants to listen to the noises your bodies make while you fuck.
⟳ Underwear sniffer, if you are dating he is gonna steal one - probably more - of your panties for when he has to travel. Gotta be used. And he has a preference, generally goes for whatever you find more comfortable - cause then it's seen more use. Also if he ever calls you during a trip there is the very real chance he is jerking off while on call.
⟳ His favorite position is gonna be whichever has your bodies the closest, he actually likes the feeling of you both sweating while fucking. Has no qualms about licking and sucking in your skin when you are like that. As a dom he loves positions that leave you open and vulnerable to him - may have a bit of an intox kink, kinda into dubcon.
⟳ His dick is average, nothing to write home about, not bad but not exceptional. It has a nice curve upwards tho, that gives it a bit more of a kick, he isn't veiny, mostly pretty smooth, it's not bad. He tens to just be trimmed, but would fully shave if asked to do it.
Nonnie, whoever you are, whevere you are, I hope you liked this. Cause you managed to ask for two characters I have a hard time getting into (Isagi and Sae) and I did my very best. Actually, I like Sae a lot more now, so thank you for that one.
#bllk x reader#blue lock x reader#isagi yoichi x reader#itoshi sae x reader#karasu tabito x reader#To me Isagi looks like your everyman harem protag except his harem is all yaoi
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Halloween Housewarming
NSFW 18+ minors DNI. Warnings: Forbidden relationship, Alcohol, food, Brother's Best Friend Miguel, PiV sex, angst, keeping secrets, oral sex (afab receiving), nonbinary reader, Halloween costumes, ass play (if you squint), size kink. Let me know if I missed anything.
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Summary: You finally move our of your parent's house, just in time for Halloween. You and Miguel finally give into your desires.
“Yes mom, I’ve got enough food and snacks, there’s a bowl of candy outside the door for trick or treaters, but there aren’t many families in my building anyway.”
You speak into your headphones as you continue to set up your new apartment for tonight’s festivities. It’s not much, but it’s yours. The main living space is tiny, typical of this part of Brooklyn, but it’s enough. You smile to yourself as you hang the last of the bat-shaped bunting on your walls. You’ve pushed all the furniture to the edges of the small space to maximise party room.
“Well, I hope you have a lovely time tonight, and if the O’Hara boy is there, give him a kiss from me.”
You feel the heat rush to your cheeks as you think of Jason’s best friend. The way his smile twists your insides and makes your tongue feel too big for your mouth. You have it bad for Miguel, but your brother had made it abundantly clear. You recall the way he pulled you aside at your homecoming barbecue six months ago after Miguel had introduced himself.
Do not fuck Miguel, for all that is good and holy, he’s my best friend. Promise me?
You had promised him, but that didn’t stop you from crushing on him from afar, nor the pair of you from texting back and forth like teenagers. But he clearly hadn’t given Miguel the same pep talk.
He brought you lunch whenever he stopped by your brother’s office, always with too much food so he could make the excuse to stick around and help you eat it all. On your birthday he even brought you a cupcake and some flowers – much to your brother’s ire. The perks of working as tech support at your brother’s company meant you got more than good dental.
“Mom!” You groan down the phone as she chuckles away to herself on the other end.
“Alright, I’ll behave, just don’t tell your brother that I’m rooting for Miguel and You.”
“Thank you, mom. I love you, thank you for checking in.”
“I love you more, my Little Sparrow. Have a good time tonight.”
“I will, bye mom.”
“Speak soon.”
The line goes dead, and you don’t miss the way you’re still grinning like a fool at the mention of Miguel. You glance at the time on your phone and your eyes go wide. You’ve got less than an hour before the party is due to start.
“Shit!” You mutter to yourself as you hurry to your bedroom to get ready. You and Miguel might have planned matching costumes, not that you’d admit that to your brother, and you were excited to see if he would pull through on his end of the bargain.
~*~
You’re buzzing with nervous energy as you secure the red-lensed goggles on your head, making sure not to obscure the supple, leather-like material of your cat ears connected to the hood of your costume. You look at yourself in the tall mirror in your bathroom as you make the final adjustments.
The stretchy leather playsuit hugs your curves, and you feel heat rise to your cheeks as you realise how revealing the costume is. The front is fastened together by way of a zipper and a ridiculously oversized silver ring. Your breasts are pushed up, the zipper nestling just right so that your bra is hidden from view, but your cleavage is sinfully on show.
Miguel’s guy did an amazing job.
You think to yourself as you make a mental note to thank him for the recommendation of “Mr. Z” whom the only thing you know about him is his name, and the PO Box you had to send your measurements to. Miguel told you not to worry about the cost, it was his treat.
But now you look at the craftsmanship you realise this was no cheap throw together.
Did he get a super-suit tailor to make this?
You wonder aloud as you bite your tongue excitedly. You’ve known Miguel’s secret for months, and every time you see Spider-Man save someone on TV you’re in awe that they’re the same person. You almost can’t believe it sometimes. Then you remember that night in Manhattan when you’d been cornered by some jerk with a tire iron.
Spider-Man had come to save the day, but he made the mistake of getting too close, of not scrubbing the scent of himself off before donning the suit. Because the moment he whisked you to safety you smelled it, the raw earthy scent of Miguel that you buried yourself in every time he gave you a – very platonic, definitely not wildly sexually charged – hug when he visited you at the office.
You’d said nothing at the time, but the more you thought about it, the more you watched Spider-Man on TV, the more you were convinced it was him.
Who could mistake that ass?
You think to yourself with a chuckle as you hear the buzzer for the front door. You shake yourself physically as you try not to linger on your crush’s secret nighttime antics.
Within minutes your apartment is flooded with familiar faces, friends from work, your brother’s friends, and other people you assume are plus ones. The music is blaring and you’re making sure the chip bowls are topped up when you feel a large, unmistakable presence behind you.
“Gotcha.”
Miguel’s deep voice rumbles from behind as you feel his hands on your hips. You feel like you’re about to combust as his large fingers wrap around your waist. Your pussy clenches around nothing and you feel your lacy panties cling to you as you feel yourself getting wet already.
“Not so fast, Boy Scout.”
You purr as you place your hands on his, lacing your fingers between his thick digits. You make like you’re holding them there, and gods do you want to encourage them lower. But you quickly spin on the balls of your feet, twisting his arms up and over your head as you effectively cross and lock his arms in front of him.
“Gotta do better than that Big Stuff.”
You pout up at Miguel as he grins down at you through the Batman mask. You can only see his strong, angular jaw as he smirks at you. But his eyes are shining chestnut, flecked with crimson as he nods in submission.
“Shouldn’t have underestimated you, Cat.” Miguel growls as he lets his eyes linger on your painted lips just a little too long.
“Fucking hell.” Jason growls as he notices the two of you holding hands. You quickly pull away before cocking your head to the side with a wide smile plastered on your face. He’s dressed as Mal Reynolds from Firefly and the nostalgia of watching the series with him as a kid gives you a warm, fuzzy hit of serotonin.
“Sorry Bro, it was just part of the bit, we aim to misbehave after all.” You say with as much sincerity you can muster. He cracks a smile at the Firefly reference and his stern look melts away.
“Whatever you say Sib,” The use of gender-neutral pet name floods you with warmth. “Where’s the beer?”
“In the fridge, dumbass.”
“So,” Miguel flashes you a cheeky grin as he looks you up and down, “Cat-Them?”
“Cat Woman is fine, I’m dressed up as a specific female character. But thank you, Miguel. I appreciate you making the effort to check.” You place your hand over Miguel’s bicep, lingering a little longer than most people would consider appropriate. But you can’t help it, even with the Batman mask on, even with the fact your brother was only a few feet away, you are utterly infatuated with him. You secretly hope he’s just as smitten as you.
“Anything for you, gatita.” Miguel says with a wink, and you bite your lip at his blatant flirty tone. Your brother returns just as another round of guests need to be buzzed in. You hurry off, all the while Miguel’s eyes are on you like a hawk.
~*~
It’s almost one in the morning when your apartment slowly begins to vacate, the more brazen of your friends ready to hit the town, the more conservative ready for their own beds. Jason is passed out on your couch as you begin to tidy up.
You’d made sure not to drink too much throughout the night. You wanted to be sensible, but you enjoyed yourself just fine with only a low-level buzz.
Miguel has already located the black trash bags and had started collecting up the fallout of having over twenty people partying it out in a Brooklyn one-bedroom apartment. You load up the dishwasher quietly as you steal glances at him. You feel his eyes on you more than once as you dance around one another in silence. The tension builds between you slowly, like the soft rain preceding a raucous summer storm. You’re both just waiting for the lightning to strike.
You get the apartment back into a reasonable state fairly quickly and before you know it, you’re leaning against your kitchen counter, Miguel next to you, elbows brushing as you both nurse a glass of water each and share a bowl of salted popcorn.
“So, you wanna stay and watch some shitty horror films with me? Or do you need to get going?” You ask, you’ve barely been able to get any time alone with Miguel tonight and it sucks because you had so many cheesy superhero lines queued up to fire at him.
“I mean, sofa’s kind of taken, not sure how we’re going to watch anything tonight.” Miguel chuckles as he gestures at your brother with his thumb.
“I’ve got PC in my room and a big ass gaming monitor if you don’t mind cosying up.”
“You’re such a fucking nerd.”
“Is that a no?”
You raise an eyebrow at Miguel as you look over your shoulder at him. You watch his lips purse as if he’s offended at you even suggesting his refusal to spend time with you.
“Course not,” Miguel tilts his head at you as he elbows you gently. “Go on and get set up, I’ll get us some snacks.”
“My hero.” You didn’t expect it to roll off your tongue quite as mockingly as it does, and you try not to react as you see a flash of something dart across his crimson-brown irises.
You turn and retreat into your bedroom a little too quickly, and you fall back against the door with a large huff, heart beating too fast in your chest as you try and keep calm.
You feel like you’re a teenager again, sneaking around, inviting a boy back to your room to watch a scary movie. It’s so cliché it hurts. You thank your past self for making sure to change your sheets before the party.
You’d chosen a deep, royal blue and white set. You dub this your romantic set, not as slutty and desperate as your black and red satin sheets, but not as harrowingly embarrassing as your novelty Spider-Gwen sheets you had bought at a comic-con way before ever knowing Miguel, let alone knowing he’s actually Spider-Man.
You log in to your PC and bring up your VPN before diving into the streaming services. You trawl for a while, switching out locations on occasion, just to make sure you weren’t missing out on any region exclusives. With every flip between regions, you see the same set of films over and over, but one series sticks out for you more than the rest.
Scream.
Miguel knocks softly and you feel your heart rate soar as you mentally prepare yourself for him to enter your bedroom. You take a deep breath and clear your throat. You throw yourself back against your pillows, folding your legs to the side you go, trying to act natural.
“Come in!” You call, hopefully not loud enough to wake your catatonic brother.
Miguel inches the door open, struggling to get his large frame through the doorway and you suppress a giggle. It certainly didn’t help that he had decided to bring half of your pantry into the bedroom, as well as water, some beer, and napkins with the little ghost motifs that you bought especially for the party.
“Need a hand?
“I got it. Get the movie started,” he grumbles, his pride clearly preventing him from letting you help. He makes room on your nightstand and sets down the snacks and drinks, managing to do so without dropping a single thing.
You shake your head and crawl to the end of the bed, your room so small that your desk is well within reach as you lean forward to click play. You make sure to lean forward just right that you know Miguel has a perfect view of the way the suit fits snug against your ass. You hear the not-so-subtle way Miguel’s breath hitches behind you, followed by a fake cough, as if to cover it up.
“Hope you don’t mind; I went for a semi-classic.” You say as you turn to see him frozen in place, the bulge in his suit noticeable, but you don’t linger on it. You’re more interested by the way Miguel’s eyes are wide, his jaw slack as he stands there mesmerised.
“Earth to Miguel?”
“Shit, sorry! I didn’t mean to stare.”
“It’s ok, I don’t mind.”
You crawl back up to the pillows and settle down in the middle of the bed, knowing Miguel will have a hard time staying on the bed if he doesn’t cuddle up next to you. You pat the bed as the opening credits start to roll and Miguel obeys your silent demand. It’s like he’s in a trance, his movements are slow, measured as he settles in next to you.
“Shame we didn’t have more time to talk tonight.”
Your voice is barely more than a whisper as you concede a little more room on the bed so Miguel can settle comfortably. He has his hands in his lap, no doubt trying to obscure his boner as he stares forward, seemingly laser focused on the film.
“Yeah, you were so busy. S’good to see you having fun though.”
“You have a good time?”
You lean over Miguel to grab two of the European lagers he brought in and a bag of your favourite chips. You’re being way too forward; you know it, he knows it, but neither of you want it to stop.
You hand him a bottle and twist the cap off your own as you pop open the bag of chips. You take a slow swig of the beer, the condensation from the bottle dripping over your lips and down your chin. You chuckle and wipe it away with the back of your hand.
“You’re making this awful difficult.” Miguel grumbles as you set your beer down on the other nightstand before looking over to see him smouldering down at you. His eyes are glassy, his lips parted as he loops his arm around your shoulders.
“Making what difficult?” You ask as you bat your eyelashes up at him, leaning into his embrace as you tilt your head up.
“Keeping your promise to Jason.”
His voice is strained as he places his beer bottle down, not looking away for a second. You smile to yourself at the fact he’s probably able to sense the placement of the coaster or something, one of his many Spider-skills.
You wonder what else he can sense.
“That promise was made months ago, Miguel. And under different circumstances.”
“That so?” He murmurs as he reaches up to cup your face, hesitating long enough that you grab his wrist and press his hand to your cheek for him.
“I thought you were just a hot piece of ass back then.”
“Oh yeah? And what am I to you now?”
“A hot piece of ass,” you start, a wide grin pulling at the corners of your mouth as Miguel’s plush lips curve up in amusement. “But I also like you, Miguel. Like, really like you.”
“I like you too, and you’re not too awful to look at either.”
Your eyes go wide in faux outrage as you swat at his chest with a flat hand.
“You wanna go and sleep on the floor next to my brother, O’Hara? Because I can arrange that.”
You pout up at him, your hand still lingering on his chest. You can feel his heart racing under the suit, reverberating through your fingertips and sending ripples of warmth through you. Your thighs clamp together in an attempt to soothe the ache building in your core.
“No, don’t want to be anywhere but here.”
“Good.”
The hand cupping your cheek moves up gently to push back the hood of your costume. You know your hair is a mess underneath, but you don’t care. You mirror his actions and slip your fingers under his mask, his skin is hot under your touch, and you pull the mask off gently.
His hair is a perfect mess of wavy locks, somehow undeterred by the night under a tight mask. You smirk to yourself as you scoot closer, your knees firmly pressed against his thigh.
“So, you’re the man under the mask, I didn’t expect Spider-Man to be Latino.” You chuckle gently but Miguels’ body goes rigid, and you realise the slip-up too late.
“What did you say?” Miguel’s voice is tight. His hands fall from your face as he sits up, looking at you with a furrowed brow.
“That I didn’t expect Batman to be Latino?”
You try in earnest to sell the lie, but you’re panicking now. This fuck-up could ruin everything.
“I think you said Spider-Man.” Miguel’s tone is flat as he stares at you, pushing you to say something.
“That’s weird, I meant Batman. No idea where Spider-man came from!”
“Yeah, weird.”
There’s an awkward silence as you realise you’ve killed the mood. You feel the sting of rejection under your skin, burning through you as you force yourself to look back at the film. You shift over on the bed, giving him space as you try not to spiral, but you can already feel bitter tears burning at the back of your eyes. You can’t hold it in any longer, so you pause the film.
“I’m going to go clean up and put on some other clothes,” you say, voice trembling as you try not to look at him. “There’s a pair of your sweatpants and one of your hoodies in the second dresser drawer from that time I got caught in the rain after work.”
You don’t wait for him to respond, quickly hopping off the bed and grabbing your sleep shorts and an oversized Iron Heart t-shirt. You shut the door behind you quietly before making your way to the bathroom.
~*~
Miguel seethes as he sits on the edge of the bed, his clothes laid out next to him as he slowly peels off the suit. He’s pretty sure it was an honest mistake. You couldn’t know his secret, could you?
His fangs and claws extend out as he gets more and more worked up. His paranoia might’ve just cost him the chance to finally cross over from being your best friend to being something more.
“Pendejo.”
He curses himself as he strips down to his boxer briefs, piling the suit next to the nightstand and pulling on the sweatpants. It’s only when he pulls the hoodie over his head that he smells you on his clothes. His lips part as he pulls the garment on, your scent surrounding him like a warm embrace as he feels his cock twitch.
He hears the doorknob jostle as you make your way back into the room. He turns away quickly, trying to force his fangs and claws to retract. He manages it just as you shut the door behind you, any evidence of his affliction hidden before you can see.
His heart clenches in his chest as he takes in the way your eyes are glassy, rimmed with red. You’ve been crying and he feels like a pit has opened up beneath him.
Miguel closes the distance between you in one long stride. He falls to his knees before you, cupping your cheeks as he looks up at you with such sorrow it threatens to break your heart.
“I’m sorry. So, so sorry,” he breathes as he rubs his thumbs over your cheeks.
“Nothing to apologise for. It’s not your fault I misread the situation. I get it, let’s just watch the film.” Your heart feels like it’s being crushed in a hydraulic press as you try to put on a brave face.
“That’s not it,” he says with a soft exhale. “I just- I’m scared.”
“I am too Miguel. I’ve never felt so strongly about someone, let alone this quickly. I don’t want to lose you.”
“You won’t lose me. I promise.”
Your heart clenches at that, knowing that he can’t make that promise – not with who he is. Neither of you can be fully honest, but you can’t wait any longer. You’ll take his word for now.
“Take me to bed.” You whisper as you turn your head in his hands, pressing a soft, barely-there kiss to the base of his thumb.
Miguel gets to his feet without a word, lowering his hands from your face. He laces his fingertips through your own and pulls you gently towards the bed. He sits down on the edge, legs spread wide as he makes room for you to stand between them. The navy sweatpants do nothing to hide the sizeable bulge of his erection and you can’t help but stare as Miguel chuckles.
“We’ll take it slow, don’t have to do anything you don’t want to.”
“I want to, I really want to.” You breathe as you lift yourself up, manoeuvring yourself to straddle his thighs. You drape your arms over his shoulders as you lower yourself onto his lap.
“Can I kiss you?” he whispers as you lean forward, noses touching as you nod.
“Please.”
Your lips messily collide as his arm wraps around your waist, pulling you against him as you grind down on his cock. His other hand engulfs the back of your head, fingertips digging possessively into your neck.
You lick against the seam of his lips and the feral snarl that escapes his mouth has you whining as you press your tongue into his mouth. Your tongues clash as you grind down harder on his cock. Your fingers tug and pull at the soft curls at the base of his skull and he bucks up against you as he pulls your bottom lip between his own.
“Too many clothes,” he growls against your lips as he plays with the hem of your t-shirt. You nod frantically as you hold your arms up, letting him peel your t-shirt off in one swift action.
‘A little too swift’ you think to yourself, but all conscious thought is blocked out as you feel the brush of Miguel’s plush lips on your right breast, followed by the press of his broad, warm palm on the other. You groan as he palms your skin, taking your nipple between his teeth as he flicks the hardened peak with his tongue.
“So beautiful,” he groans against your skin as he rolls his hips up, grinding up against your clothed core.
“Fuck- feels so good,” you whine as the wetness between your legs grows. You’re sure to have left a damp patch on Miguel’s crotch by now.
“God, you’re so fucking handsome,” Miguel mumbles almost bashfully. You feel a wave of euphoria wash over you as you pull his head back to look down at his dark eyes splintered with red.
“You called me handsome.” You breathe as tears well in your eyes.
“Is- Is that ok?” he asks as he looks up at you, eyes full of doubt.
“It’s more than ok – it’s perfect,” you say as you cup his strong jaw in one hand and tug on the hem of his hoodie with the other.
“Too many clothes,” you say with a wink before you start to yank the material over his broad torso.
The moment your bare chests connect, you’re done for. He’s so broad, his skin searing hot against yours as you rake your fingernails down his back, fusing yourself to him as his lips latch onto your neck, sucking hungry marks into your flesh as pleasure streaks across your vision.
“Miguel,” you whine as you pull him away. You can’t stand to wait any longer.
“What is it? What do you need?”
“You.”
In one surprisingly graceful movement, you slip off his lap and shimmy your sleep shorts down, turning to give Miguel a bit of a show. You’re rewarded with a low hum as you hear him shift behind you.
Before you have the chance to turn and see what he’s doing, you feel his presence behind you, just like when you were filling up the chip bowls at the party. His large hands splay across your exposed skin possessively, fingertips digging into your hips.
“Gotcha.”
This time, you don’t playfully fight back. This time, you let him pull you back against him. You whine softly as his larger form curls around you, his lips brushing against a spot just below your ear as he presses the length of his dick against the seam of your ass. It’s sticky and wet with precome and you tremble as his tip ghosts over the rim of your asshole.
You arch back into him, pressing against him a little too hard as you feel a small stretch of the tight ring of muscle. Miguel shudders behind you as he pushes your hips forward.
“Way too eager, gatita. Where’d all that fight go, huh?”
“Who says this isn’t part of an elaborate plan, Big Stuff?”
You turn your head to the side, angling your face up to press your lips to Miguel’s jaw. You bring one hand up to cup Miguel’s face, pulling him in to kiss you as you reach around behind you with the other to trail along his length. He’s thick, his soft velvety skin confirming your suspicions that he’s uncut. You can’t get a good grip from this angle, not that it matters because as soon as he feels your touch, he snaps.
Miguel groans against your lips before dipping his tongue inside your mouth, giving you no warning before he spins you around and hoists you up around his waist. He turns around to drop you onto the bed, his large form pressing down on top of you as he kneels between your legs.
Your eyes roam over his sculpted pecs and hard abs, then you see his cock and your mouth goes dry. He’s beautiful.
“Like what you see?” Miguel chuckles as he squeezes the base of his cock in one hand before slowly pulling back his foreskin to reveal his weeping tip.
“You really have to ask?” you purr as you grab his free hand, spreading your legs wider and guiding his large fingers to your slick folds.
‘Fuck’ is all Miguel can manage before he’s hoisting your calves over his shoulders.
Once again, he’s moving a little too fast, getting sloppy as his desire takes over the logical part of his brain.
His breath ghosts against your thighs and you squirm as he parts your lips with his thick fingers before running them up to your clit, pressing firmly against the swollen bud as you hiss at the burst of pleasure that rocks through you.
“Please Miguel, just fucking eat my pussy already,” you huff impatiently, propping yourself up on your elbows to look at him. His eyes lock onto yours as he licks a long, slow stripe through your folds. He moans at the taste, sending low vibrations through your cunt.
He devours you slowly, savouring every twitch of your body, every drop of your arousal as he fucks you with his tongue, the thick muscle pressing deep inside you. You clench around nothing as he moves back up to your clit. He rolls his tongue around it torturously slow as you buck your hips up to chase the friction.
Your legs begin to tremble as he suckles on your clit and brings a finger up to your entrance, pressing slowly into you as you bite your lip, suddenly remembering your sleeping brother in the other room. You clamp your legs around Miguel’s shoulders as you feel yourself getting close. The way his finger curls and presses into your g-spot is almost too much as you whimper pathetically at every push of his finger inside you and every flick of his tongue against your clit.
“Miguel.” You cry out, unable to stop yourself this time as your vision splinters and blurs as the tight coil of pleasure in your core snaps. You come hard around him, your pussy clamping down on his finger as he continues to suck on your clit, his tongue licking hard, broad strokes as you quiver and tremble beneath him.
You’re about to push him away, overstimulation getting too much, but he preempts you as he rocks back onto his knees. He removes your legs from his shoulders with a feather-light touch. His hands ghost up the outside of your thighs and he smiles down at you, slick covering his lips, his chin, even his nose and you feel the heat rise up in your cheeks as you realise how much of a mess you made.
“C’mere.”
You hold your arms out, beckoning him into your embrace and he leans down slowly, his broad hips forcing your thighs apart a little as his dick rests heavily against your cunt. Miguel rests his elbows either side of your head as he leans in to kiss you. Your lips brush for less than a second before you’re running your tongue across his lips, tasting yourself before his tongue slides over your own. You moan as they meet outside of your mouths, twisting together between you.
Your slips slot back over one another as you feel Miguel’s dick twitch and you grind up against him, desperate to have him inside you. You let him claim your mouth as his large form presses you into the bed. It’s overwhelming in the best way, he never lets his full weight rest on you, but it’s just enough to make you desperate for more.
“Fuck me.”
You whisper against his lips as you both come up for air. His dark eyes seem to bore into your very soul as he smirks at your request. He shifts his balance, freeing up a hand to cup your face as he presses his forehead against yours. You smile at the gentle gesture as you loop your arms around his neck, holding you together in the surprisingly tender moment.
“You got condoms?” He asks, but you shake your head.
“I’ve got an IUD, and I recently got screened, came back all clear.”
“I did too, funnily enough, and it came back clear as well. Do you trust me?”
You share a look, realising that this was always going to happen tonight, no matter what, you’d both come prepared for this moment. You’d passed the point of no return the moment his hands fell to your hips at the start of the party.
“With my life.”
His smile is infectious as he bites his lip almost bashfully. He returns his attention to his cock and he looks up at you with a hesitant look.
“I’m not small, so please, let me know if it’s too much, ok?”
“I will.”
Miguel pulls back, looking like he wants to say something else, but he seems to mentally shake himself before moving his hand down your body. He brushes his knuckles against your nipples before trailing his fingers along your sternum before shifting slightly on the bed as he grabs the base of his cock. He lines it up at your core and you nod firmly up at him as he hesitates.
The stretch is blinding as he presses his tip in, just enough to make you squirm, desperate for more but already feeling the hot burn as he opens you up. You pant and whine as he eases in further, pausing every so often to let you adjust. All the while you twist your fingers in his soft locks at the nape of his neck. Your fingertips scrape against his scalp as he finally bottoms out.
You’re impossibly full and you feel another orgasm building from just being stuffed with his cock. But you need more, you need him to move. Your hot breaths mingle together, the pair of you panting desperately as you wrap your ankles loosely around Miguel’s waist.
“Gotta go slow, can’t risk waking Jason if we start banging the headboard against the wall.”
“Makes sense.” You whisper, a giggle bubbling in the back of your throat at the somewhat bizarre nature of it all.
The moment he begins to move you’re already fighting the urge to moan, to cry out and scream his name as you feel the heavy weight of him rake through you. He lets out a shaky breath as he pulls almost all the way out. He seems to hesitate and before he can ask if you’re ok you pressure your heels against the small of his back as you pull him down by the shoulders to kiss you.
You fist one hand in his hair, dropping the other to your clit so you can start urging yourself to the edge. You gasp as Miguel obeys your silent demand, rocking his hips forward to fill you up again. The combined pleasures of your fingers on your swollen bundle of nerves and Miguel stretching you out has you groaning into his mouth.
Your tongue assaults his, claiming his mouth as he claims your cunt with his cock. His thrusts get faster, just enough momentum to have you bucking your hips up every time he seats himself fully inside you. It’s merciful that he isn’t so big that your cervix isn’t taking a beating even on the deeper, harder thrusts.
“Fuck Miguel you’re fucking perfect, so fucking perfect.” You babble as you come up for air, you look down to see where you connect, and your head falls against his shoulder as you watch his length pump in and out of you. It’s pornographic how wet you are, and how easily he splits you in two.
“No, that’s all you baby, been dreaming about this and none of them compares to the real thing. You’re so fucking hot, and ‘feel so fucking good.”
Miguel’s voice is a whisper in your ear as he nips gently at your lobe, sucking the soft flesh as he snaps his hips hard. You bite into his shoulder hard, unable to control your strangled moan as he hits your g-spot again and again as his thrusts become harder, faster.
You almost worry about the noises your bed is starting to make as he seemingly forgets about the whole “being quiet” idea.
But the way pleasure is dripping down your spine like hot wax, pooling and overflowing with every circular motion over your clit, every deep, rolling thrust of Miguel’s cock inside you, you couldn’t care less who heard you.
Sweat beads on your brow as you cling to Miguel with one hand, digging your nails in deep enough to break the skin. He growls deep in his chest at this, and all notion of being quiet lays in tatters as he ruts into you so hard you see stars. You’re coming hard around his cock as you rub frantically at your clit.
His lips find yours as he stills inside you, his body quivering as he licks into your pliable mouth. With every jerk of his hips, you feel the warmth of his spend leaking out of you as you languidly drag your tongue over his. You tug him just that little bit deeper with your ankles, pulling him impossibly tight as you groan into his mouth.
You break the kiss as you feel him softening inside you. You run your fingers through his damp locks as he beams down at you, breathing heavily through his nose. You stay there for what seems to be an eternity before sense tells you to get up and pee.
“Alright, as much as it’s a romantic cliché to fall asleep in each other’s arms, I need to clean up first.”
He laughs and places a soft kiss to your nose before easing back out of you. You can’t believe how empty you feel as your combined spend leaks out of you and onto your sheets. You dress quickly and pop your head out into your living room, the heavy snores of your brother a relief as you tiptoe over to the bathroom. Miguel follows soon after you’re done, and you give him a chaste kiss as you leave him to tidy up himself.
You grab a throw blanket from the end of the sofa and drape it over your brother before heading back into your room.
You sit in the middle of the bed, back against the headboard as you sip on one of the bottles of water Miguel brought in earlier. You consider restarting the film, but the moment he walks back in there’s nothing else on your mind.
His hair is slicked back, the smell of your soap wafting through the air.
“Hey.” You squeak as you look at him with fresh eyes.
“Hey, any room on the bed for me? Or you going to throw me out on to the street now you’ve had your wicked way with me?”
“Dunno, you’re a pretty good lay O’Hara,” you cock your head as you pretend to consider your options. “I think I’ll keep you around for now.”
“What an honour,” Miguel chuckles as he eases himself onto the bed, both of you choosing to ignore the wet patch you’d decided to cover up by folding the comforter over it.
You shift over to give him room, only to snuggle into his side as soon as he gets comfortable. You wrap your arm across his chest and hook one of your legs over his thigh. He leans back and drapes an arm around you, pulling you in tight.
“So, do you want to start the movie again?” Miguel whispers into your hair as he rests his chin on your head.
“Sure, I’m not tired all of a sudden,” you say with a breathy laugh.
You roll over and grab a small remote from your nightstand and rewind the stream. Miguel gives you a funny look and you grin sheepishly up at him.
“So you didn’t need to bend over and show me your ass earlier?”
“Maybe,” You say with a playful lilt to your voice, “But you’re glad I did right?”
“Course, I’d do anything to see you bent over like that, gives me some ideas for next time.”
“Next time eh?” You feel your stomach flip at the thought of being with Miguel like this again.
“Mhm, unless you have any objections?”
“None at all, now watch the film.” You protest, huffing as you realise you’ve missed the iconic “Do you like Scary Movies?” line.
“Yess Boss.” He breathes as he does as he’s told. The pet name has you grinning like a Cheshire Cat as you try and focus on the film.
You still can’t quite believe you actually fucked your brother’s best friend, and you can’t ignore that this whole situation will cause issues for you all going forward.
But right now, all you want to think about is how tightly pressed you are against your favourite person in the whole world. And how no matter what, you’re going to make this work.
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1K celebration smut request 🤭🤭
prompt 71, 88 and 115 with maybe milf!wanda? 🤭 having milf!wanda brainrot so i can only think about her now but any variant you think will fit
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wanda maximoff & fem!reader
tags: fluff, nipple play (maybe?), mommy kink, dom!wanda maximoff, sub!reader. MINORS DNI.
word count: 1107
You’re sitting on the edge of the hotel bed, swinging your legs in the air while you wait for Wanda to finish getting ready.
It was your first time out with her since you started dating her. The twins were with Wanda’s ex-husband for the weekend, allowing her to take you out.
She chose a city a few hours away where the two of you have never been so you could explore it together. It was a three-hour flight there with Wanda playing with your hair and having you fall asleep against her shoulder during the entirety of it.
You still were half asleep when the two of you got off the plane. You clung onto Wanda’s body dependently as you waited for your luggage together while you nodded off against her chest. Wanda kissed your face periodically to keep you awake, and you carried your own luggage once it arrived. She made sure you packed a relatively light luggage, while she carried the heaviest one.
After about two hours of relaxing in the hotel room, Wanda picked your dress out for you and dressed her little doll up. You were laying back onto the king-sized bed watching cartoons as you waited for Wanda to finish getting ready in the washroom. As you looked around the room, you found yourself feeling all warm inside as you took in the domesticity of your trip with her.
Her luggage, open by the foot of the bed, carried both your clothes and hers that she picked out just for your weekend away together. She packed a few toys too- your favourite lovense, the pretty pink glass dildo you loved, and a thick strap-on with its harness. Your luggage held some things that Wanda packed for you- toiletries and makeup and your favourite stuffie from her house. Wanda had planned the whole trip for the two of you, and it came to you how eager she had been to take this trip with you.
She emerges from the washroom finally in a black shoulderless form-fitting dress that reached her ankles. She’s putting her earrings on and pushing her hair behind her ear as she leans down to take a pair of heels out of her luggage.
You climb onto your knees and crawl across the bed to its edge. “Mama,” you say with an excited smile, looking down the curve of her ass as she continues to lean down and dig through her luggage. A grin tugs and her red lips and she chooses a pair of heels. She places it on the carpet and turns to her little girl perched on the edge of the bed, smiling up at her.
A hand lifts to the side of your head and Wanda scratches at the corner of your jaw soothingly. Her face is lowered down to you as she looks her well-behaved puppy in the eye. “Baby,” she answers, then kisses your lips.
Your legs round the bed so you can wrap your arms around Wanda’s hips and run your hands down the curve of her ass. Wanda’s hand is placed behind you so she can lean over you, slowly mounting your body as you crawl backwards and she climbs on top. You pull away from the kiss when your palms run further down the curve of mommy’s ass.
You’re met with a sly grin when you pull back, Wanda’s bottom red lip taken between her teeth knowingly.
Fingers run down the sides of her hips and you swallow. Wanda hums suggestively with a teasing giggle as you feel her up. “You’re not…” you hesitate, “wearing anything under this, are you?”
With a laugh, Wanda lowers herself down to kiss your neck and crawls on top of you, forcing you to back up on the bed to give her room to mount you. Her knees are on either side of your waist when she straightens on top of you after she pecks your lips. A smirk is still pulled on Wanda’s lips as she looks down at you underneath her, eyes running over your flushed cheeks and widened eyes.
Wanda runs her fingers down your cheek in admiration of her sweet girl, then rounds both hands to her back. She tugs at the clasp of her bra before it comes undone, and her arms adjust under her dress’ sleeves to slip her bra off of her completely. The red lacy garment dangles from her hooked index finger.
Not breaking eye contact with you, Wanda leans down again to kiss you and lays her bra down beside your head. When she straightens, you look down her body, completely bare underneath her skin-tight dress. You see her pebbled nipples push against the stretchy fabric.
“How do I look?” she inquires on top of you, shifting on top of you slightly to bounce her bare cunt against your clothed stomach. Her hands run down her sides with a smirk, thumbs drawing delicate circles around her nipples. She chuckles darkly when you swallow and shift nervously underneath her, hips bucking up against her instinctively.
“You look so pretty, mommy.”
She slips off of you and she pulls her dress down. She wraps an arm around your body and lifts you from the bed. “Come now, baby. Let us leave for dinner,” Wanda giggles. She presses kisses against your cheek, staining your skin red beyond your knowledge. Wanda pulls a jacket onto you and lifts your shoes for you to step into.
With an arm around your waist and her purse hanging from her shoulder, Wanda steps out of your hotel room with you and locks the door with her swipe card. The two of you head down the hallway to the elevator and Wanda presses a kiss to your neck as you walk together. You feel her breasts rub against your upper arm.
It is only when you step into the elevator together that you see marks of Wanda’s red lips trailed down your cheek and neck on its reflective walls. You try rubbing it off, but Wanda takes hold of your hand and keeps you from removing her marks on you. “Why so shy, detka? Embarrassed by mommy?” she teases, grinning against your temple.
The rest of the night is filled with saccharine teasing alike to how the last hour of the night had been, and even so, you can’t help but cuddle up to mommy’s side as you walk back to your hotel after your night out. Despite how much she teased you relentlessly, you knew how excited Wanda was to spend the night with you, and you loved every moment with her.
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My Hands Are Tied
nsfw / mdni / sub!coryo / dom!reader
You entered the bedroom excited at the thought that Coryo was already there, all prepared for receiving his punishment. He was sitting on a chair, hands tied behind his back. Completely naked, his prominent erection exposed for you to marvel at.
He greeted you with a hungry look full of lust and despair. You were wearing his favorite set of lingerie. Dark red and embroidered in fine lace.
“Look at you, so pretty,” you looked down at his long and veiny cock, tip leaking with precum after hours of being hard.
“Please, mommy, just let me cum,” he pleaded. “You’ve been edging me for the whole afternoon. I cannot hold it any longer.”
“Be quiet!” You slapped him across the cheek making a strand of golden curls fall over his forehead. “No touching, no talking, no whining. You are only allowed to watch.”
Watching felt like pure torture, causing what felt like almost physical pain in his rock hard cock. He tried to hide his eyes because one glance at your lace clad curves would make him explode.
“Eyes up, baby,” you teased gently, knowing full well what you were doing to him. It might seem like a very cruel game, but you both knew how much he liked it.
Coryo looked up and you noticed tears forming along his waterline.
“My poor little Coryo. So desperate. Now let me cheer you up,” you unclasped your bra letting your tits swing free.
Coryo’s dick twitched at the sight. At that moment he was ready to give anything just to suck on those perky nipples. He could even cum untouched if only you let him bury his face between your breasts. But something was telling him you would torture him some more.
You turned around and pulled down your panties with a swift move giving him an arousing view of your wet pussy. Coryo whimpered at the sight, biting his lip not sure whether he had broken the rule of silence.
You turned back at him and approached the chair. Coryo flinched expecting another slap, but you caressed his cheek gently.
“Just look at all of these nice things you could have,” you cooed. “Mommy is being so good to you, right?”
Coryo nodded.
“And you're being a naughty little brat in return…” you rolled your eyes and slowly sank to your knees settling yourself between his legs. Coryo's breath hitched as he watched your movements.
You started planting soft kisses on his inner thighs making him whimper in despair feeling your face lingering so close to his aching cock.
Coryo gritted his teeth and swallowed thickly trying to prevent another tear from running down his cheek. It failed and you felt a warm tear falling on your forehead.
“Poor baby,” you said quietly, your breath teasing the soft skin of his member. “If only you learned to behave.”
“I-I will,” he said breathlessly.
“Do you understand what you're being punished for?”
Coryo nodded.
“Say it!”
“For distracting you from work.”
“Good boy!” you cocked your head and looked at him curiously. “Or will you act like a brat again?”
“No. I'm gonna be good, Ipromise.”
You moved in a more comfortable position and squeezed his hard member between your tits, starting to move up and down.
Coryo moaned at the friction. Your soft skin felt so good on his achy cock and the sight of his member buried between your tits was stunning.
You looked up at him with a victorious smirk loving the sight of the pretty blonde falling apart right before your eyes. He was moaning and panting, eyelids fluttered as he was trying to thrust his hips up to get more friction.
You applied more pressure and sped up your movements loving the feeling of his throbbing cock moving between your tits.
It took only a minute for him to come undone.
“Mommy, oh… Fuck!” he moaned out loud throwing his head back as thick ropes of cum spurted from his cock, covering your breasts, neck and chin in white mess.
Coryo's head fell down in exhaustion. He had waited for this for so long.
You got up and looked into his beautiful eyes resting your hands on the chair handles.
“Now look how much of a mess you made. Willing to clean that up?”
Coryo moved forward with enthusiasm covering your breasts and neck in sloppy kisses slurping up his cum like a delicious dessert.
You brushed some stray curls off his forehead and pressed your lips to his in a passionate kiss that tasted salty with his fluids.
“Do you think mommy deserves her turn now?”
He gave you the most innocent look.
“I can't… My hands are tied.”
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On The Line
TW: Dom!Rafe. Smut. Language. Degrading language. Praise kink.
SUMMARY: Your impatience sends Rafe to quell your needs, while satisfying his own.
WORD COUNT: 1800
REQUESTED
Rafe fucking wife!reader while on a business call with Ward and a bunch of other people ???
On The Line
The fresh four carat diamond upon your left hand was often a means for a smile when remembering the day surrounding its placement. But on this particular day, it only acted as a reminder of his absence. Another business call. Another lengthy day you were forced to entertain yourself as he 'got things done'. And even if he usually made good on his promises to give you his undivided attention following whatever business deal needed attending to, this day seemed lengthier than most.
The sound of his voice muffled just enough to still make out that steady tone had made your thighs press together in the familiar timbre. The imagery cast by your more sexually sinister conceptions led those fingers on a mission of eventual cessation at the line of your panties. All because of his threats you were aware had been anything but empty. If you would do anything without him, he would know. And he would make you suffer for it. Overstimulation. Pain drowning out the pleasure in majority. You knew it well as you couldn't help but misbehave to test his limitations. But you were getting increasingly close to your own.
"Rafe?" You asked from the doorway of his office as his eyes flashed to you for just a moment before he turned the chair off center. This was because of what you had chosen to go to him in. Although it had been well past midday, you arrived in nothing more than a nightgown, still broadcasting your silhouette in the tease he hadn't taken advantage of from the night before. All to be up for this damn call...
When realizing you would have to take a page from his book of proactive acting, you closed the door softly at your back, and crossed the floor in front of him. Set at the edge of his desk, you traced its curve, before then sitting on his lap. Even though he was well aware of your ambition, he craved your presence as you had his. You were that anchor in his chaos and he clung to you every chance he had. Even if those 'come fuck me eyes" had the tendency to make him act out in the most inappropriate of ways.
"I don't care about the numbers..." He spoke curiously as your lips came to his neck. A forceful grip at the back of your neck would make you gasp.
"Behave..." He reminded you as you deceived him through a nod, returning to his neck. He reclined within his chair, setting his cell to his other ear when feeling your lips make that climb.
"You're so tense, Rafe." Your words only worsened this as he stiffened beneath you. His chest. His leg. His cock. Everything stilled at attention for you.
"You work so hard to take such good care of me-"
"And you're still so impatient..." He spoke in addition to your words as you pulled back with a pout.
"Can you blame me?" You spoke quietly. "You always make me feel so good, Rafe-"
"And you can't wait, can you, baby?" You shook your head in soft confirmation to his words as he smirked.
"If they hear you, it's only going to embarass you-" You nodded, a jolt of excitement surging through your body. His phone was set on the desk, speakerphone activated, as he pulled your face into his hands.
Without a word of guidance, you climbed from his thigh and onto your knees.
"Eyes to me." He spoke in the silent cock of his brow and rise of his smirk as you obeyed. From the second his belt made the chime of disbanding his belt and the tip of his shaft came to the back of your throat, your eyes kept to him. Not even a strained reflex or tearful blinks would keep them parted long. A necessary reprieve would always return them to him as he requested.
You basked in the way you could affect him. Nothing more than your tongue and hollowed cheeks and the intimidating man was at your mercy. The buck of his hips and grip in your hair was validation of this with each time you favored him on your knees this way. And still, you analyzed him as if it had been the first time. The part of his lips in the struggle to remain quiet. The moans that electrified your nerves and into your own sex to know you were the cause. And the gentle curse of your name behind clenched teeth had all competed for favoritism. But it would be that pull of your hair in retraction, a gasp of breath allowed after a job well done, and that look of lustful desperation as he kissed you onto a straddle, that had been what you had strived for.
"Can't spank you, but I have other ways to make this ass red..." He explained while taking hold of it with a rather harsh grip as you gasped. He wouldn't need to rush over your clit or kiss those lower lips for even a second in order for you to be lubricated properly for him. He knew this. Just as he knew you had dripped over his threshold before he'd even touched you. All in thinking of this moment. Because of that, you were taken over his cock, directed onto place with that hand to the back of your neck, and his lips pressed against yours.
"You make one sound and YOU will be the one explaining why my wife can't behave long enough to let me finish my meeting to make her come...My dirty..." He thrust in a bottomed out penetration that pulled your teeth into a strained clench, "Tight, perfect, little wife..." Your nails ate firmly onto his shoulders.
"Rafe..." You groaned.
"Already shaking for me baby? Isn't that a little pathetic, even though you are this desperate?"
"You feel-"
"I know. You've made that clear every time you scream it. But you need to be quiet. I don't want them to think I'm...unprofessional." He grinned at his own choice of words while you nodded.
"Quiet..." He warned as you whimpered against him. "Or I'll give you a fucking reason to be loud..."
"Rafe, it's too deep to be quiet..." He would slow, forcing you to feel every thorough thrust as he rolled your hips purposely over him. It deepened every sensation, worsening as he pulled your nightgown loose to expose your breast. An animal to the revealed skin, he continued those penetrations, slow and rough, while his mouth altered from sweet to possessive.
"If only they saw you now..." He clenched his jaw.
"Ride me. Now." With only a hand to the back of your neck, you took the charge. There was something euphoric about this shift of dominance, even if you knew he still held it at any given moment. But the smokescreen made you confident enough to drive over him until he reclaimed that domineering spirit.
"Fuck!" You called out as the conversation went silent. For that, Rafe took you to his desk. No longer caring to be heard, he turned you away from him. Fisting your skirt with one hand, he allowed the proximity of his hips to your ass to keep it out of place, before setting that same hand to your neck and the other to your clit.
"Good luck looking any of them in the eye after after hearing all those dirty little words you're going to say to me...all because your so desperate for me baby..." You bit your bottom lip in agreement.
A smack to your ass made you gasp as Ward attempted to silence the background sounds of you and Rafe.
"You wanna come when they can hear you, is that it? You want them to know how good you take it? How hard I give it?" He tightened his grip around your neck.
"Because I'll fucking give it. Just like I always do, yeah?" He quickened behind you as you nodded violently.
"You're so close and I'd bet you'd do anything to come, isn't that right, baby?"
"Yes...Rafe..."
"It's why I love you so fucking much..." He turned you to kiss him, tongue silencing you both as he led you against him.
"Every. Part. " He quickened those rubbing of your clit.
"I want them to hear you. But not until you come. Not until you admit to Top that you don't need anyone but me..." He grunted, "I see the way he starts at your ass. So let him hear you come so he knows I'm the one thay gets to fuck into it-"
"Rafe-"
"Don't get shy on me now, baby. We both know I've had every part of you...Now tell them..."
"I'm gonna come, Rafe-"
"Good girl." He growled as you were forced in painful thrusts into the desk.
"Louder-" He groaned into your shoulder.
"LOUDER!" He growled again. Only this time to the sound of Ward ending the call.
"Guess they don't want to hear you get pounded baby..." He withdrew, setting you to face him and leading your ankles to his shoulders.
"But i do." He penetrated you slowly. "Fuck, I'll never get tired of watching you take me like this..."
"I'll never get tired of you fucking me-"
He scoffed. "Oh, you will of me." He was violent and ruthless, gripping whatever skin was in his line of sight, and leaving behind his mark. Desperate kisses would send him deeper inside of you as your legs remained on his shoulders, falling loose when you winced from the pain. Then, he would take them into a cross and set to the side as your back remained at the desk, but your ankles now crossed on one side of him.
"Next time you get impatient and I'll make sure they hear how you sound on your knees for me. Just so the know what what have to deal with...pathetic little wife can't wait a few hours..."
"Rafe!"
"All for this...to come all over my desk and make such a mess-"
"RAFE!"
"That's my girl! That's what I wanna hear! Come!" He ordered as you shook beneath him. The relinquishment of that reward washing over him and prompting his own.
"Get into bed. Wait for me. I have to make some excuse for you now." He moved the phone back to his ear.
"You don't touch anywhere there's cum." He ordered while taking it in a stripe between your legs as you gasped at how he painted you this way. He sucked his fingers clean while returning the call, the sight of that band on his left hand illuminating your heart as a reminder that this was your torturous yet somehow perfect reality...
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I turn, rest my bottom against the dull, hard curve of the sink basin, fold my arms. My hips are the focal point, pushed out in front of me so they jut. He’s looking, so I pretend not to notice. I wish my pyjama trousers weren’t quite so bobbly.
“What do you want to do today?” I ask. I leave the tear streaks, pink and lustrous as I hope they are, on my cheeks. Some of it’s partly from not wanting to bring the attention that wiping them away would bring, partly because I like the drama of them. Why was I crying? Dramatic little queer. That’s why. That’s who I am. It’s what I do. Look at me.
“Sky’s a trifle grey. Maybe we could have an inside day,” he says. He’s foaming his chin up with white shaving cream, pressing into me and leaning past my shoulder to examine himself in the mirror. He smells dull and muted, hardly even there beneath the bright spring-like tang of the soap. I lick a line of it clean, just next to his ear. It tastes sour and chemically, feels slapstick. It’d make a good scene in a film. Or, no, he turns his head and presses his face against mine and whispers ‘behave’ and all of a sudden there’s a twinge in my stomach and I’ll do anything for him. My lips and nose and chin and somehow my left eyelid are imprinted with his shaving foam and the dull, prickling sensation of his stubble. That’d make a good scene. That’d make a really good scene. One of those suggestive, ephemeral, homo-erotic ones I obsess myself with catching out when I go to the pictures. He turns away again and re-loads the brush, filling in the gaps on his face with scratchy-sounding little swirls.
“And do what?” I ask. He drops the foam brush and pinches his razor from the tooth-mug, swishing it beneath the tap.
“S’your home,” he says, puckering his lips to the side, combing the razor over his cheek. The cream skin underneath is revealed like a stroke of paint, “you’ll know better than I.”
“Well,” I lean close, breath hot air onto the sensitive, freshly naked skin, “I know what I want to do.”
He doesn’t react, I wait but there’s nothing, not even a glance. Maybe he didn’t understand.
“Are your people in?” He asks, quite matter-of-factly.
“Couldn’t say.”
“Well, not if they’re in,” so he understood. He just didn’t care.
I lean my face against his unbuttoned pyjama shirt, pat it dry with soft, rolling movements of my neck. A bit like a nuzzling kitten, milk dripping from it’s whiskers. His milk. It excites me just to think the words.
“They hardly care,” I say.
“Of course they care,” he snaps, “or would. If they knew.”
Now he looks at me. Looks down at me, a bit the same as last night. So much the same, in fact, that I can almost feel him inside me again. Smothering me, consuming me, changing me. His eyes are colder, now. More blood back to his brain instead of his cock. Cold eyes filled with cold blood.
“Christian,” he says, low, “they can’t know. You’ll never tell them.”
It’s not a question, but the hard fix of his stare makes me answer anyway.
“Never. I never would. Anyone. I’d never tell anyone,” my face is dry, so I just lean my head against his piercing shoulder bone. I’ve found myself, just recently, doing this. Impaling myself onto all his sharp edges. He has a lot of them, a lot of vertices. He’s an irregular prism of bones to bruise myself with. His shoulder cuts in just below my cheek bone and quietly, breathing in the smell of soap and lingering spearmint, I add, “as long as you’re mine.”
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Tease
Bryan Kneef x reader
Warnings: language, sexting, brat/dom roles, punishments, spanking, anal, derogatory dirty talk, not necessarily ruined orgasm, but ruined orgasm, daddy kink.
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You’d been teasing Bryan all day; you knew he was stuck in firm meetings most of the day and that those bored the living hell out of him. So why not have a little fun? A little dirty text to start it off, followed by something a little dirtier. Then you broke out the fancy lingerie in his favourite colour, snapping pic after pic, making sure the angles were just right. The swell of your chest spilling out over the lace top of the bra, fingers slipping just past the waistband of your thong. Then you lost the bra, pinching at your nipple with your free hand.
You could see that he was getting them, and reading the messages, looking at the pictures, but you hadn’t managed to elicit a response yet. Smirking to yourself, you knew what would perfectly do the trick so you pulled open the bedside table to search through the toys until you found what you wanted.
Jewelled butt plug nestled between your cheeks you angled yourself on your knees on the bed across from the large mirror, camera aimed perfectly into it so he would be able to see the plug, and the way your hand was between your legs. You started with a single picture, then sent a small video clip as you fingered yourself, moaning quietly. It didn’t take long after that for your phone to buzz,
‘Let me show you what happens to little brats who don’t follow the rules.’
You let out a little giggle of excitement, a sly grin taking over your cheeks as you typed out a response.
‘I’m just playing daddy, promise.’ You added a little pouting emoji, ‘I know better than to come.’
‘Then you better be on your knees ready for me the moment I’m home.’
‘Yes daddy.’
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As soon as you heard the sound of keys in the lock of the front door you quickly scurried into the bedroom, jumping up onto the bed on your knees. You could hear Bryan making his way through the house, kicking off his shoes and leaving his briefcase by the door. By the time he rounded into the bedroom he’d rid himself of his jacket and tie, hands already undoing the buttons of his shirt.
“Well look at you.” He greeted with a dark grin, “finally following the fucking rules.” He tossed his shirt in the direction of the laundry basket before tugging off his belt. “Why don’t you get rid of that pitiful excuse you call underwear.”
“Yes sir.” You murmured, scrambling to undo your bra and pull off your thong, leaving you bare, jeweled plug still nicely nestled in your ass. While you did so Bryan pulled off the rest of his clothing, sitting on the edge of the bed, patting his thigh.
“Come lie over daddy’s lap.” He ordered and you did so, your pussy practically dripping onto his already half hard cock. “I’m going to remind you why you behave, alright?”
“Yes daddy.” You murmured, burying your face into your arms as you tried not to rub your thighs together.
“You remember your word?” He asked, his hand smoothing over the curve of your ass and you nodded.
“Kiwi.”
“Good girl.”
You were certain that was the last praise you were going to hear from him for a while and you were absolutely correct, he instantly spanked you twice, hard, once on each cheek, ones that you knew would sting tomorrow. He was not going to take this punishment lightly, that was for sure. A few more spanks and his hand sunk between your legs, two fingers roughly shoving into your dripping cunt and you let out a load moan.
“You dirty slut.” He growled, “this fucking wet already? You’re not supposed to be fucking enjoying this.” Just as your pussy was beginning to flutter around his fingers he pulled them out and spanked you once more. “Maybe my hand isn’t painful enough for you.”
You let out a little whine, your eyes fluttering shut as you ground down against his cock and he chuckled darkly. There was a small clinking sound before the whoosh of his belt echoed through the air, you hadn’t even noticed that he’d tossed it onto the bed earlier. Bryan looped it through the buckle, pulling it tight as he folded it around itself, the buckle securely in his hand he swung it through the air. A crack sounded through the room as it hit your skin and you let out a small cry, your body shivering with pain and pleasure at the sensation. His hand gently soothed over the spot the belt had hit, making sure you were okay before he repeated the movement on the other side and you whimpered again.
“That hurt princess? Or you want more like the dirty whore I know you are? Sending daddy naughty photos while he’s at work? You know better.”
“More…” you whined out and he laughed darkly.
“That’s,” he swung the belt down onto the curve of your ass, “what,” and again, “I thought.” Each word was accented with a hit and you couldn’t help the way your hips rocked across his lap, begging for more, wishing his fingers would return to your cunt.
He spanked you five more times with the belt, each one getting increasingly harder until tears pricked in your eyes, a small whimper leaving your lips and he paused for a moment. His thumb wiped a tear off your cheek before his hand tangled into your hair, yanking hard and you let out a quiet yelp as he smacked your ass with the belt a few more times, your skin on fire before he tossed it to the side. Bryan yanked you on the bed, shifting himself so you were on your elbows and knees, him between your legs behind you.
“Daddy’s going to have his fun, and you’re not going to get to come. Understand princess?”
“But”—
“Ah!” He slapped at your cunt and you shuddered, “are you back talking me now? You must really want it bad.”
He leant over you, reaching to the bedside table to grab the bottle of lube, dropping it onto the bed before his fingers wrapped around the base of the plug, easing it in and out of your tight hole. Your hands gripped at the duvet, fingers clenching into the fabric as you let out a low moan. Bryan pulled the plug all the way out, spitting between your cheeks, smearing it around with his fingers before he easily slipped two in, twisting and scissoring them inside you and you whined, your hips pushing back towards him.
“Needy little thing you always are.” He grunted, adding a third finger as he continued to thrust them into you, twirling with ease.
He finally pulled them out, grabbing the bottle of lube and coating his thick cock with it, nudging the head between your cheeks and you let out a little moan, pushing back towards him once again. He chuckled darkly, spanking you once more and you whimpered.
“You ready for this princess?”
“Please!” You cried out, “fuck my ass daddy.”
“If you insist.” He laughed again, starting to push in, letting out a low groan as he did.
Your hands gripped into the duvet again, your eyes scrunching shut at the feeling of him buried completely within you. After he was sure you were okay he set a bruising pace, hips meeting yours with vigour with each thrust and you couldn’t help but shiver underneath him, biting your lip as you did your best not to moan loudly.
“You like that, slut?” He grunted, cock plunging into you deeper and harder with each pulse of his hips and you whimpered.
“Yes, oh god yes!”
“That’s what I thought.”
“Need you…” you moaned, “oh… fuck! Fill me up daddy! Please!”
“Yeah?” He laughed again, continuing to fuck you as he spoke, feeling the way pleasure shot through him, the way his cock twitched within you, “want me to cum in this pretty little ass.”
“Yes!” You cried out, the combination of pleasure and pain from tonight was surging through your body, tears sneaking over your cheeks without you even noticing. Your skin was on fire and all you wanted was to feel Bryan impossibly deep within you, for him to make you come.
Bryan’s hands found your hips, pulling you sharply to him with each thrust of his own, groaning and swearing lowly as his cock throbbed.
“Oh god…” he moaned, “daddy’s little whore knows just how to take it. Good girl….”
A few more pumps later and he was spilling into your tight hole, letting out a low groan as he did so, his hips slowing as he continued to fuck you gently. Your body collapsed against the bed, letting out a little whimper that got louder as he slipped out of you, panting as he dropped down to the bed.
You were still incredibly needy, juices from your pussy leaking down onto the bed between your legs and you let out a little whine, grabbing at his free hand in an attempt to drag it to your cunt. In retaliation he simply laughed, smacking at your pussy, causing you to help before you curled around yourself.
“Dirty girl.” He grinned, “I told you. I would get what I wanted, but you needed to be punished. You don’t get to come tonight. And don’t you dare think about touching yourself.”
He shot you a glare before he rolled off the bed, heading for the bathroom for a nice shower to end off his day. You let out a frustrated groan, dropping against the pillows, but you knew you’d had this coming. The least you could do now was obey the rules and be a good girl for a few days until he gave you as many orgasms as he could.
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operation: daddy day.
synopsis ↷ izuku gets a pussyjob before a homemade breakfast as a father’s day treat.
warnings ↷ dubcon, stepcest, stepdad! pro hero! izuku, age gap (40s vs. 20s), “daddy,” somnophilia, infidelity, power dynamics, bit of size kink if you squint.
character ↷ izuku midoriya.
Izuku wasn’t a man that asked for too much. All he expected from you was that you behave while living under his roof. Be a good little girl and sit pretty for him then you'd get everything you wanted. You didn’t have to worry your darling little head about much because daddy took care of any issue there was, he always did. Even if it seemed to be minor inconveniences that only spoiled brats struggled with.
For example, not being able to decide on what to wear to one of those fancy hero dinner parties he always brought you to. Daddy always told you what garments you looked nice wearing and what silhouettes he preferred you in without being mean about his choice of words. He always sat so patient on the edge of your bed watching you pace back and forth rambling and whining about skirts— things that won't even matter in the next hour. Daddy was always so sweet and helpful. He took care of you so well. Maybe too well..
Close, you two are very close. Too close to be family because you did things that daddies and daughters shouldn't do. It was wrong, Izuku knew it but how was he supposed to help that his new wife's daughter was an absolute thirst trap. Come on, you knew better than to walk around the house in his merch. An oversized Deku t-shirt that rode up over the curve of you ass to show those pretty emerald green lace panties. You knew better than to leave lingering kisses on his cheek before he left for his shifts, you knew better than to sit on his lap, whisper borderline innuendos into his ear and start calling him "daddy" instead of "dad" or even just by his name.
But then again, he knew better. Izuku was well aware that it was wrong to fist at his fat, throbbing cock in the shower to the thought of pounding into your tight little cunt. He knew that it was bad idea to come into your room that night. But he wanted to be a good father figure! His little girl was having a hard time sleeping, isn't it only right for him to lull her to bed? What kind of dad would he be? Izuku couldn't stop the hardening of his cock the more your ass rubbed against him under the covers. He remembers well. He remembers how silent your room seemed to be— you gentle adjustments were turned into blatant grinding against his front. His thick cock pressing into the dip of your ass like missing piece to a puzzle. Izuku was wrong to push your panties to the side so he could slip his cock into you slick pussy. He was wrong to relish in the sweet but filthy moans that escaped your lips that night. It was all sinful, and yet neither of you found an once of regret in your being.
You loved your daddy. Sure, he wasn’t your real dad but you still treated and cared for him like he was. That’s why this day is so special! It was only right to return all the kind favors Izuku has done for you by making the day as easy as possible for him. A special “thank you” for being such a good daddy. He’s always taking care of you, it was your turn to take care of him.
That's how you found yourself all giddy as you made your way down the hall and to his bedroom in the dewy hours of the morning. The soft but quick pitter patter of your feet against the floor mirrored your excitement. Today was going to be the best day ever, you were sure of it. Everything was already all planned out but first thing on the operation Daddy Day agenda was to greet him for breakfast.
Your hand twisted the silver knob to the master bedroom gently, pushing the door open to be greeted with a sight that was almost too good too be true.
Izuku's large body sprawled out against the soft looking blankets and sheets peacefully asleep as the rays of golden sunlight kissed his face and body. He wore nothing but a pair of navy blue boxer briefs, the scars littered across his muscular and toned body on full display. The closer you approached the bed, you saw how handsome he looked. Green curls more wild than usual, freckles speckled prettily over his features and lips so kissable and plump. Mm, you were so smitten with the pro hero.
You climbed into bed with him, sitting on your knees beside him with a gentle hand running along the ridges of his abs. He only shifted slightly. Your eyes wandered the man, a minx-like smile forming on your lips when you saw that he was hard. The outline of his cock pressed painfully against his briefs forming an delectable outline. You wondered what kind of naughty dreams he had been having the night before. You could only hope they were about you, choosing ignore the unpleasant pang of jealousy in your chest the longer you thought about it.
“Daddy, wake up.” You whispered. Your hand cupping at his hardened cock through the thin material of his underwear. You felt his twitch at the contact in his sleep, it only urged you on more seeing the small dot of precum oozing from his tip through the cloth. A familiar heat and throbbing came from between your thighs. “Daddy.” You tried again but he didn't budge. He was always a bit of a heavy sleeper.
You bit your lip with a smile as you slid off your panties before them somewhere off to the side. Your thighs found either side of him, your weight distributed on both sides equally before easing down on his waist being sure not to rock him too much. Your hands found quick use, pulling Izuku's cock from its prison. You watched as his brows knit together once your hand wrapped around his girth. It felt so heavy in your hands— he was just so fucking big. He was tanned, veiny and flushed an angry red at the glistening tip.
You positioned your hips in a way that pressed your cunt directly against his shaft. A soft whimper escaped your lips when you felt just how warm he was. Izuku's cock was pulsating, you could feel it. You began to roll your hips up and down his length, adoring the feeling of your clit rubbing up and down his cock. You watched in awe as his dick produced more precum, oozing out in clear beads. There was a prominent vein that was providing an extra simulation— making you toss your head back in a silent moan. There was a shift under you followed by a voice that was simply music to your ears.
“What’re you doin’, baby?” Izuku's voice was low and groggy— deeper than it usually was due to him being pulled out of REM sleep. Izuku lifted his head from his pillow and his tired eyes were met with his baby girl's wet pussy grinding on his dick. "Oh, fuck--" He let out through a breathy moan. His head fell back on his pillow, his big scarred hands gripping at your plush thighs.
“‘m making you feel good, daddy.” You smiled down at him, your pussy still slicking his cock up with your wetness.
“Yeah?” He gave you a lazy smile. The gentle crows feet at the corners of his eyes giving away his older age. “What’s the occasion, sweet pea?”
“Mhm,” You nodded happily. "It’s father's day. ‘m making you breakfast so we have to be really fast.” You gave him a worried look that seemed to be covered up with your arousal.
“You’re so good to me..” He mused with a smile. “Keep goin’, make your daddy cum.” Izuku gave you a gentle but ushering pat to the thigh.
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Dirty Old Man
Pairing: Kenny Ackerman x Fem!Reader
Rating: Explicit (18+ Only)
Warnings: Dubcon themes in the beginning (it’s later all consensual), Knifeplay (to remove clothing), Captivity/Kidnapping, Slapping, Daddy Kink, Some Assplay, Gagging (on fingers), Choking, One mention of blood, A little bit of bondage, Rough Sex, Dirty Talk, Age Gap, Kenny is a dirty old man.
Word Count: 5.5k
A/N: It’s late, but it’s here! Here’s my part to the Smut Pile’s Western Collab! Please heed the warnings. Kenny is disgusting and I’m disgusting but here we are, fucking Kenny.
“I told you to stop running away. I’m gettin’ real fuckin’ tired of chasin you down.” Kenny spit the words out like poison, crouching in front of you to place the tip-end of his knife against your corseted chest as a warning.
You attempted a protest, but the makeshift gag made out of a torn piece of your skirts kept you virtually silent. Your wrists were burning, the rope around them scratching against your skin behind your back. The inn he’d taken you to for the night was damp and dirty, the floor you were tossed into reeking of piss and sour bourbon.
He had come for you again. You’d had some wistful doubt that he wouldn’t, but like always, he’d tracked you down as easily as hunters do footprints in thick snow. He’d followed your trail and bound you with that thick rope of braided hemp he always kept at his side. Evading him was never easy, but you thought you’d gotten away with it this time when you’d found a meager orphanage to cook at. He hated children—you thought he’d never set foot in the place, but reckoning had come for you in the early hours of the morning, with a dark shadow moving in the corner of the kitchens.
“You never fuckin’ learn. Maybe this time I’ll teach you a lesson you won’t forget.”
The sharp point of his blade dug into your clothes, the cutting edge purposefully situated between featherbone channels so it could slice at cotton threads.
You swore against the cloth in your mouth, your curses soaking into the spit-damp fabric. He hooked a finger under the gag digging into your cheek, pulling at the material with a smirk.
“Got something to say, kid?”
Slowly, he pulled the torn cloth from your mouth, your head twisting to shake away strings of drool that had attached to the textile.
“Maybe I like the chase, Kenny,” you hissed out his name, not bothering with the Mr. Ackerman bullshit you’d called him at home.
He had once been a rather removed presence in your life; he was just that outlaw in the corner who did the terrible things the rich families in your town had the money but not the gall to do. But now he’d become the bane of your existence, the dark thread that always pulled you back into the oppressive home life you were running from. He never seemed to care. If anything, he seemed to take a sick joy in finding you quicker each time you snuck out and ran in a new, farther direction.
“So we’re on a first name basis now, huh? Good, cause we’re about to get real intimate.”
“You could make this real fun and actually untie me.”
“I’m not untying you, ain’t fucking happening. I didn’t spend weeks tracking down a stupid maiden for her daddy for you to run off into the woods the moment I turn my back to piss.”
You winced a little at his harsh words, still very aware of the cold steel carefully skating through the middle of your chest. The threads of your corset were popping and curling back toward the bone linings.
“I’m not some fragile maiden.”
“I don’t give a fuck what you ain’t, what you are is a big pain in my ass. I don’t get paid enough for this shit, so I’m takin’ what I’m owed.”
The reality of your situation settled in when you felt cool air sweep across your freshly exposed breasts. Your initial thought was to kick him, but when you felt him dig the blade a little too deep into the clothes at your belly, you hesitated. One wrong move and he could be slicing you open accidentally.
Your wrists pounded with lack of blood flow as you painstakingly tested the knots for slack again. Of course, there wasn’t any. He’d probably tied up hundreds of unfortunate souls in his miserable lifetime.
A thrill raced across your skin as you heard the knife clatter into the floor, Kenny peeling away the layers of split clothes on your body like he was prudently opening the petals of a rare flower.
“Well, well, look at you, kid.”
Grey eyes swirled with mirth and mischief under the brim of his hat, a wicked smile curling across bearded cheeks.
You felt vulnerable and far too hot, the heat of embarrassment licking over your chest, up your neck, burning at your ears. Worse, blazing excitement was pooling between your legs, the dull thump of pleasure beginning to pound in your head.
A calloused hand began to paw at the fat of your breast, testing the weight of it in his palm.
“You’re a fucking pervert.”
“Never said I ain’t.”
He flicked your nipple with his comment, chuckling as you gasped. The slight twinge of pain sent a jolt of lightning down your spine, making your fingers dig into the thick rope at your wrists and your head tilt back against the wall. Kenny repeated the motion, rubbing his warm thumb over your nipple before flicking it again. You sucked in a quick breath, making your lungs expand and breasts inch closer to his hands.
“You like that?” He teased, a finger tracing the sensitive underside of your breast.
“No.”
He laughed, “Liar. Your pretty nipples are harder than my cock.”
Kenny proved his point by cupping both your tits and making you moan, back arching toward him instead of away. Seeing the opportunity, he moved in closer, making the remnants of your skirts bunch around your hips as he pressed himself between your legs. You turned your face away from him when he dipped down to kiss you, making his wet lips and wiry beard press into the curve of your throat.
He sucked at the tender flesh of your neck, teeth and growls gently scraping against skin.
“What’s my pa going to think about you taking advantage of me like this?”
You knew you made a good point—unless Kenny had decided to pack some petticoats and powder into his saddle bags, he couldn’t cover up the carnage he was creating.
“I’m your daddy for tonight, kid. Maybe if you’re good I won’t even take you home this time.”
“Really?” You knew your voice portrayed your enthusiasm, but you couldn’t help it. You’d do anything to be free of your family and go make a life of your own.
Kenny took his time thinking over his response, too busy licking and sucking at the delicate column of your throat. It felt good, too good, even the scratch of his beard had you holding back whimpers. His long fingers were still groping your tits, thumbs rhythmically petting over your peaks.
You felt like you were engulfed in flames, like the hellfire and brimstone that bible-thumpers warned about were taking over your senses. All because of fucking Kenny Ackerman, the dirtiest old man you’d ever come across.
Though you’d be lying if you said you hadn’t imagined something like this before, it was hard not to when most of your time had been spent tied up on a saddle with him. The pervert always had the audacity to have his half-hard erection pressing into your lower back as you shifted on the smelly horse. It was difficult not to imagine how it would feel to have him inside of you when the horse’s trot had his cock sliding too perfectly against your ass. You’d spent a few nights imagining how he would manhandle you, rough and impatient, and far more skilled than the boys you’d fooled around with.
Kenny was a dirty old man, but you had no doubt he could fulfill every naughty fantasy women like you weren’t supposed to dream about.
You shifted forward a bit, draping your thighs over his so you could get closer, press your aching core against that familiar stiffness in his trousers.
“I’ll be a good girl, daddy,” you let the name roll off your tongue as you tilted your face down to his, “I promise.”
You sealed your vow by pressing your mouth to his, a victorious frisson tingling at your nerves when he groaned into your lips. His kiss was rough, one of his hands snaking up to your neck with a vice-like grip to keep you from changing your mind. It made your vision go blurry behind your eyelids, grey spots dancing in the corners of your lashes. He tasted like booze and smoke, remnants of his addictions tainting your tongue. But you kept up with his pace, eager to show him that you would be good, that you wanted this, that you’d let him have you. Even if he did take you back home anyways, at least you’d get a thrilling fuck out of this arrangement.
“You ain’t never been a good girl,” he rumbled against your lips, “daddy’s gonna have to teach you how to behave.”
You gasped when he used his leverage on your neck to push you farther into the creaking boards of the wall. Your wrists were trapped between your back and the floor, going more numb by the second. He caged you in completely, had you sitting in his lap with his cock pressed against your damp drawers and one hand tangling into the mess of your skirts.
“Women and all their fucking clothes,” he snarled down at your half-dressed body. Your eyes went wide as you noticed him reach back for the discarded blade, his other hand still content to press against the sides of your neck.
“W-wait, I don’t have anything else to wear!”
“You ain’t going to be needin’ em anyways, kid.”
Time slowed down like the creeping slush of molasses as you watched Kenny begin to slice through your dress and petticoat, each tug of his wrist sending cotton fibers spilling into the floor. You could feel your heart pounding in your chest and sweat beading on the back of your neck every time the spine of the knife grazed the freshly exposed skin of your thighs. You struggled against the rope and the hand holding you back when he began to cut through the length of your drawers. The blade was too close to your intimate places, grazing against your sweltering flesh and making you whimper.
“I ain’t gonna cut you, darlin. As much as I wanna carve my name into your skin, I couldn’t stand hurtin’ you.”
You swallowed thickly and he must’ve felt it, his thumb petting at your neck like he was trying to soothe a scared animal. He stopped cutting at your clothing, lifting his pointed chin so he could look up into your face. He grinned, soft but still wolfish, wrinkles gathering at the corners of his eyes.
“Gimme a kiss, it’ll make you feel better.”
You complied, perhaps too happily, slanting your mouth against his and moaning at the rough feel of his black hairs against your cheeks.
Kenny ripped the rest of the threads from your body with his strong fingers, finishing the work that the knife had started. A weight was lifted off of you when your heavy skirts and the skeleton of your corset finally slipped into the floor to be forgotten. He took particular care in relieving you of your cotton drawers, the shadow of his hat obscuring his face as he marveled at the juncture of your thighs.
“Look at that pretty pussy, all wet and sloppy just for me.”
You cried out when he brushed a knuckle between your dripping folds, finger slowly uncurling so it could prod at your tight hole.
“You always get this wet when you’re around me?”
“Hard not to when you’re always groping me like some animal.”
His gaze flickered back up to you, the mixture of a frown and a smirk tugging at his lips. He pressed his palm more firmly against your windpipe, making you choke.
“Don’t know why I bothered to ungag your smart mouth.”
“I’ll be goo—” you didn’t have the chance to finish your plea, his long fingers uncurling from your neck only for two of them to abruptly slide past your open lips. Your eyes watered a bit from the thrusting motion of his digits and you could feel your moans vibrate against his skin. He started to push his fingers farther into your mouth, seeing how far he could go before your throat tightened, smirking the whole time. His skin tasted like rawhide and copper, like leather and blood, and you breathlessly traced your tongue along his slim knuckles.
“Your mouth looks better stuffed,” his other hand resumed teasing your lower lips, “Let’s see how many fingers you can take.”
You almost bit the knuckles in your mouth when he shoved his middle and index fingers into your tight cunt. You muffled out a squeal, eyes rolling shut when a wave of pleasure splashed over your body with the timing of his fingers pushing inside of you. He wasted no time in stretching you, spreading his strong fingers as he withdrew and pressed back inside of you over and over again.
Your tongue went still and flat in your mouth, spit pooling around slim fingers that still pressed farther back into your throat with every thrust of his hand between your legs. You could practically hear him grinning like a madman with both of his calloused hands pressing into two of your wet holes. You sucked around his fingers when he touched a sensitive, fleshy patch inside of you, fingers curling against your walls and stroking the spot repeatedly.
Weightless, you felt weightless in Kenny’s lap, like each thrust of his fingers into your mouth and pussy was sending you higher into the clouds. Even your own fingers had gone limp behind you, no longer clinging to their binds.
“Not bad, kid. How about another?”
You screamed around his hand when his ring finger stretched your opening wider, your pussy burning from its invasion. He laughed, a sadistic rumble from his chest that vibrated against your tits. At the feel of your cry, he pushed the fingers against your tongue even farther down to the back of your mouth, making you fight your gag reflex and sputter. Spit was falling from the corners of your mouth and you could feel your slick drooling down your thighs and onto his pumping wrist between your legs.
“Good girl,” he praised, picking up his already merciless pace, “daddy’s got a big cock, need you to be ready for it.”
Kenny groaned when you nodded your head, eyes fluttering open to catch his gaze. Some twisted pleasure brewed in your lower stomach as you noticed his lopsided grin, pearl white teeth bared over his full lips.
“I bet you look so fucking pretty when you cum. Think you can? Can you cum from an old man stuffin’ you full of fingers, darlin?”
You shivered at his words, your thighs shaking as you felt like you were being pulled apart. The three fingers inside of you knew exactly how to make your head go fuzzy and your nerves wild with pleasure, and it only got more intense when his thumb began to circle your already aching clit. You whimpered around his fingers, finding a momentary reprieve when he pulled them from your lips and admired the drool flowing over his knuckles. But he slid them back in after you caught a quick breath, pumping them at the same speed as the fingers buried into your cunt.
It was like you were brimming and boiling over with the taste and feel of Kenny. Your mind could barely keep up with the shots of ecstasy stemming from your belly, your toes curling against the cold floor, your wrists rubbed raw from rope. Your lower muscles were starting to clench, spasm, shake, and he groaned.
“Fuck you’re gettin’ tight. But I’ve got one more place to try.”
Your brows scrunched together when you felt his ring finger slip from your pussy, only to feel his slim pinky finger prod at the tight pucker of your ass.
“Kemmy, mf, umph,” you struggled to speak with his fingers stuffed in your mouth.
You finally bit against his skin when you felt the length of his smallest finger slither into your ass.
The new sensation rocked you, had you gasping and leaning forward and gagging on his fingers and cumming all at the same time. You screamed as you felt your asshole tighten around his digit, the pleasure of it sending you raring into bliss at full force like you’d just been slammed into a wall. It felt so fucking good, every hole stuffed with him, every muscle clenching and unclenching as he had the nerve to laugh at how easily you came from feeling a finger in your ass.
“Heh, seems you like that, don’tcha?” He let you ride out the remnants of your orgasm for a few moments, fingers still and just feeling you contract around him.
Finally, he worked on setting you free of his hold. He took his time with it, each finger sliding out of you painfully slow like he was slowly uncorking a pent-up bottle of champagne. With your mouth free first, you took your time breathing and gathering your wits, looking down into the floor as shame crept over your body. It was all so nasty and dirty, and when he pulled his fingers out from between your legs, you knew all you wanted was more of it.
“Fuck,” you breathed, surprised when he lifted your chin and placed a rather chaste kiss against your messy mouth.
“I take it you’ve never had somethin’ in your ass?”
“N-no, but it…”
“Feels good, yeah?”
You shot him a suspicious look, “How would you know?”
“I’ve been around, kid.”
Kenny groaned as he sat back, moving you off his lap.
“My knees are too fucking old for this. Get on the bed.”
You didn’t know how you could. Your legs felt like pudding and your hands were completely numb behind your back. Kenny walked to the corner of the small bedroom, pulling his suspenders down so he could toss his shirt into the floor. You struggled to move, eyeing the knife in the floor carefully so you didn’t accidentally cut yourself as you fumbled like a little fawn gaining her legs.
You enjoyed the feel of standing for a moment, leaning back against the wall in all your sloppy nakedness as you watched Kenny dip his hands into the wash bin.
This was the last thing you expected when you woke up this morning. You’d been free, ready to get started on a cornbread and bean breakfast, only to be kidnapped before you could even lace up your shoes. Now you were watching Kenny Ackerman get undressed and hang that signature bowler hat on the back of the door.
He looked better without the hat. In fact, he looked so much better naked.
He had sun kissed skin on his arms and neck from working in the sun, lean sinews of muscle carved over his chest, his thighs. He was dusted in wiry black hair, like someone had taken ash from a fire and doused him in it. And his cock was hard and proud between his legs, long and curved up toward his stomach. Your ego spiked at the thought that you’d made him that way; you were the reason his swollen head was leaking and twitching.
“Can I touch you now?”
“What?” He looked puzzled, running a hand through his dark, shoulder length hair. It looked longer than when you last saw him.
You moved toward him on still shaky legs, making a show of pulling at your hands bound behind your back.
“Shit, I forgot you were tied up. But you gotta promise me when I cut you loose you ain’t just gonna sprint out that door.”
“I don’t have any clothes, Kenny.”
He laughed genuinely at that, scratching at the back of his neck. He’d have to remedy that tomorrow, go out and buy you something to wear so he didn’t parade you around town naked as the day you were born.
You stayed still as he reached for that big knife of his on the floor, settling up behind you to start gnawing the blade through the thick rope. Your shoulders felt at ease when you felt the slack begin to set into your binds, the last bit of hemp audibly slicing away. You pulled your hands in front of you, immediately rubbing at the raw spots on your wrists. They’d be bruised tomorrow, scab over by the next day.
Kenny wrapped his arms around you from behind, hands first skimming over your shoulders and upper arms.
“If you didn’t have such a bad habit of runnin’, I wouldn’t have to do that to you, kid.”
“You’d run away if you had my life, too.”
You knew you didn’t need to fill in the blanks for him. He’d been around long enough to know the ins and outs of your story.
“Suppose I would.”
He kissed your neck as he walked you to the bed, turning you around so he could crawl up the naked expanse of your body as you laid back against the hay stuffed mattress.
“Someone as pretty as you don’t deserve someone like me chasin’ after you.” But his confession didn’t stop him from settling between your thighs and bending down to suck one of your nipples into his eager mouth. You moaned, elated to have your hands free so you could tangle your fingers into his long hair.
“I told you,” you gasped when he bit into your skin hard enough to leave marks, “I like the chase.”
He licked a long, hot stripe between the valley of your breasts before bringing his face back to yours. You kept your hands in his hair as he leaned down to kiss you, all brute force and greedy tongue like you’d gotten used to before. You were just as hungry for him, your body feeling fresh and ripe after your orgasm and ready to be filled again. You bit at his lower lip, smirking when you got a reaction from him. Your tongue began to map the insides of his mouth, letting the taste of him overwhelm you.
Kenny was impatient, gripping your hips and spreading you apart again.
“I like you better when you’re submissive.” He murmured into your mouth, skilled fingers spreading your pussy so the fat head of his cock could rub against you.
“I said I would be a good girl, daddy.”
His head dropped to your shoulder with a groan, “I can’t fucking handle you calling me that, kid.”
“Oh yeah? Is me calling you daddy going to make you cream early, old man?”
He slid his cock inside of you rough and fast to shut you up. Your head fell farther back against the pillow as you mewled, his fingers still having not prepared you for the feel of his stretching you open. Your walls were snug against him; you could feel every throbbing vein under his silken skin dragging against your insides as he pulled out and pushed into you slowly.
Each thrust had euphoria blooming from your stomach and spreading across all your extremities. It was like you could suddenly feel everything, the pleasure making the world around you sharpen. Kenny was breathing hotly into your neck, your nipples were painfully hard and sliding against the dark, downy hairs of his chest. Your fingers were coming back to life, your nails scraping against the greyed roots of his hair. Your toes were curling in the air, your thighs and hips burning from bearing the heaviness of Kenny between them. Both your heart and his were beating fast, blood pumping as if in the same drumline together.
“Fuck you feel so fucking good,” he drawled, “s-so fucking soft, so tight.”
Little sounds were leaving your parted lips, eyes struggling to stay open as each plunge of Kenny’s cock was engulfing you with ecstasy. He was starting to get a bit punishing with his movements, moving hard and fast inside of you and making you forget yourself. His nails were biting into the fatty flesh of your hips, where half-moon marks would surely adorn your skin in the morning. You’d have hickies on your neck too, especially now as he sunk his teeth into the tender spot where your throat met your shoulder.
God it felt good to be used, to be wanted. And you knew Kenny wanted you, he’d even said he wanted to carve his name into your skin. Something inside of you told you that he’d want to own you, if you’d let him. You caught a lot of his longing gazes before, whether in the back of the saloon he frequented or the ridiculous dance halls your family drug you to. You’d often wondered if he would fuck you against a wall if you tempted him to, and now you had your long-awaited answer.
“Oh daddy,” you purred, both purposely and not, little oh’s and mhm’s following behind.
The name spurred Kenny into a new gait. He shifted back onto his knees swiftly, the same hand from before resuming its chokehold on your neck. You moaned at the familiar contact, the sound trapped behind his spread fingers. He had more power behind his hips from this angle, sending his cock deeper into your depths and into places his long fingers couldn’t reach from before. Your eyes squeezed shut, tiny gasps all that could be formed behind the wall of his hand.
“Who knew you were such a little slut, darlin. Might keep you around after all.”
Your tits were bouncing in rhythm with his relentless assault, your hands now fisting into the feather pillow next to your face.
“F-fucking shit, I—” you were going stupid, is what you were. Your tongue felt heavy in your mouth and your brain felt foggy in your head.
“You’ve got such a dirty mouth on ya,” Kenny put more pressure behind the fist around your neck, the lack of oxygen making it even harder to think than before, “you really do need a daddy to teach you some, fuck, s-some fucking manners.”
All you could do was nod, completely lost to the feeling of him encompassing you, filling you.
His free hand pulled at one of your limp legs, hoisting it up and over his shoulder. He smothered your skin with wet kisses, nipping at your ankle and chuckling when he felt the bubbled squeal beneath his palm. The hair on his torso tickled the back of your thigh, adding a new layer of sensation that you didn’t think you could handle. It was too much—Kenny was too much, fucking into you like a feral beast that just got his first taste of sweet flesh.
“You’re never gettin’ away from me again,” he hissed out between gritted teeth, “you’re mine now.”
You couldn’t think to respond. Kenny unwrapped his hand from your throat, letting that blood flow return to your head.
“You hear me?”
You opened your mouth to speak, but no sound came out. All you could focus on was the drumming of his cock hitting your insides, the wet, squelching sounds of your pussy sucking him in.
The sound of him slapping his hand across your check registered before the pain did. You gasped as your head swung with the force, the side of your face smarting with a throbbing sting.
“Say you’re mine, kid.” Seriousness laced his tone, those dangerous, long fingers grasping at your jaw and pulling you to look at him. He leaned forward, curling your leg with him, making you groan at the pleasure and pain mixing as he tested your flexibility. He kept moving inside of you, pace never faltering.
“Fucking. Say. It.”
Your heart was racing with adrenaline, a strange concoction of fear and bliss spreading over your consciousness.
“Y-yours,” you croaked out, wetting your lips with your tongue, “I’m yours, Kenny!”
You didn’t mean to scream it, but it seemed to please him, that lecherous grin of his spreading over his lips.
“That’s fucking right. I own this tight, pretty little pussy.”
He released your jaw only to slap you again, quicker and softer this time, and you moaned the moment he made contact.
“You like getting slapped around?”
You turned your face back to him, smirking through the sting, “yes, daddy.”
The devilishness that swirled in his eyes made your stomach flip. He paused the movements of his hips, letting your cunt flutter and clench at his stilled cock. Your breathing picked up as you registered what was about to happen.
Kenny hit you with the back of his hand this time, bony knuckles thumping with the quick flick of his wrist. Without his cock moving inside of you, all you could do was bask in the stinging pain left behind on your cheeks. It felt so wrong, but it made the coil in your belly tighten like never before.
“F-fuck,” you moaned, your balled fists releasing the pillow.
Without a second thought, you grabbed at his hair, jerking him down to meet your mouth.
“You better cum inside me after that, daddy, I think I deserve it.”
“Oh, you deserve it darlin,” he started pumping inside of you again, sending your head flying back and his mouth landing on the pulse of your neck, “gonna fill you to the fucking brim.”
His movements were cruel, fast, cock ramming inside of you so harshly that you felt it all the way in your throat. Your hand slipped from his hair and found purchase on his back, nails scraping against sweaty flesh. You could feel his rough skin splitting, but you didn’t care, all that mattered anymore was the way his cock slid in between your gummy walls, the way he was moaning your name like a fucking prayer against your skin.
Kenny’s thumb found your clit, swirling quick, brutal circles over your swollen bud. You could feel yourself clench around him, the sharp pleasure almost painful. You were going to explode. You were going to topple over in ecstasy and it was all because of the wickedness of the dirty old man inside of you.
“K-Kenny, holy f-fucking god, I-I—”
He must have felt it before you did. Hot ropes of cum were seeping inside of you the moment you hit the high point of orgasm. Your nails slid down the entirety of his back, slim, warm rivulets of blood following in their wake.
It was like the bliss never ended. You were caught in the waves of it, each one cresting and falling over and over again as you milked his cock dry, slick and cum pooling between your thighs and soaking the linens.
Your heart was hammering in your chest. Kenny placed a delicate hand between your breasts, like he was trying to slow it down for you. His small act made the world narrow in around you; the remnants of stinging pain and excruciating pleasure still hummed, but you fell into the quiet of just listening to the two of you breath for a few moments.
Eventually, your toes went numb. You’d fully forgotten the poor leg that had been curled over his shoulder. You shifted to move, and Kenny got the hint, finally pulling his spent cock from inside of you and rolling over on his back.
“Shit,” he hissed through his teeth, hand reaching over his shoulder as he met the mattress, “you’ve got fucking claws.”
You had half a mind to apologize, but you didn’t bother, still basking in the afterglow of sex. Your body was tired, wrists still aching, thighs shaking.
“You alright?” A warm hand found your cheek, even hotter lips pressing to yours in a soft kiss.
“Mhm, more than alright.”
“Didn’t know you had that in you, kid.”
Kenny pulled you into his chest, long arm curling around your back. His fingers traced soft, swirling patterns on your hip, and you nearly shuddered as you remembered those were the same movements he’d used to abuse your clit. You curled one of your legs over his, needing to get closer, those pesky after-sex hormones and needs clawing at your instincts.
It felt oddly like home to be pressed up against him, your face against his chest, one of your hands mimicking his and drawing circling in his damp chest hair. He smelled like home, anyways, like earth and spices.
“You gonna take me home?”
He was quiet for a second, pressing his lips into your hairline.
“Nah, I’ll take you someplace safe. Maybe buy you a fucking train ticket so you can get out of this part of the world.”
“You sure you don’t want to keep me?”
“Now don’t fucking tempt me with that, kid.”
“I wouldn’t mind being yours, you know.”
“You don’t wanna be mine, even if I make you say that shit when I’m fuckin’ you.”
You knew he was right, but you didn’t offer him an affirmation.
Maybe you’d let him fuck you for a few more days before you ventured off on your own, maybe you’d convince him to chase you down a few more times just for the thrill of it. Maybe you’d wrap your fists around his suspenders and convince him to run away with you.
You did like Kenny, after all. Even if he was such a perverted, disgusting old man.
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You Make Me Feel So Young (Alcina x Older!Reader)
Part II
Alcina’s golden eyes open slowly as the early morning sun shone through the curtains. She looks down at you, cradled against the curve of her body, your head tucked comfortably under her chin. She smiles to herself. This is the way the two of you have woken up every morning for decades, and yet Alcina can never seem to get tired of it.
You shift in her embrace as you wake, blinking your eyes slowly as they adjust to the morning light. Alcina holds her breath for a moment. Lately your memory had not been as clear as it once was and Alcina hoped, no she needed you to remember what day it was.
Alcina runs a hand through your thin graying hair. “Good morning, draga mea,” she says, placing a kiss on your forehead.
You smile back at your wife. Even after all these years, the sight of Alcina waking up next to you never failed to take your breath away. Her face is clear of her makeup, her wrinkles that were usually hidden by her pale foundation made more prominent. Her eyes crinkle in the corners as she smiles at you, her laugh lines like little accent marks indenting her cheeks.
“Good morning, my love,” you say, taking her hand and kissing the back of it. “And also...happy anniversary.”
Tears begin to well up in Alcina’s eyes. “Darling, you remembered!” she says, swiftly kissing your cheek in her excitement.
“Yes!” you say as you hold her close, running a thumb along her shoulder. “The doctor said I would have some days of clarity, when I would be more lucid. I’m glad today is one of those days.”
“As am I,” Alcina said, wiping tears furiously from her eyes. She gives you a watery smile. “Well, shall I help you get ready?”
You nod and Alcina gets out of bed and heads over to your side in a flash. She holds out her hand to you and you take it, wobbling slightly as you try to find your balance. Your center of gravity isn’t as stable as it once was. Alcina’s hand is on your back holding you steady, however. You hold her hand as she gently guides you to the vanity.
She sets you in front of the vanity, takes out a silver-back brush and begins to brush out your hair. As Alcina brushes your hair, you look around at the pictures that you have placed at the edge of the mirror. There is one that Alcina had taken of you when you were first courting. The two of you had been on a picnic. It was a particularly windy day and you were trying to brush the hair away from your eyes. You see your younger face break out in a sheepish grin as you realize that Alcina had taken that opportunity to capture the moment.
Another picture is of you and Alcina on your wedding day. The two of you are face to face holding one another’s hands. You are standing on the pedestal that Heisenberg had made himself so you could truly look into your wife’s aureate eyes as you made your vows. You can make out the glisten of joyful tears in Alcina’s eyes, her beautiful raven hair swept up into an elegant chignon.
Then there is the most recent picture of you and your family. Alcina is sitting in the chair and you stand behind her, one hand on her shoulder, the other on your cane, leaning against the chair for support. Bela and Cassandra had behaved remarkably well during the shoot, but Daniela couldn’t resist making the peace sign, much to Alcina’s chagrin.
“Looking at all these pictures of us really melts the years away, doesn’t it?’ you say, smiling at her reflection in the mirror.
Alcina doesn’t smile back. Her brow is furrowed and her golden eyes look pensive. “Do you ever-” she begins to ask, but then she snaps her mouth shut as if thinking better of it.
You gently take the brush out of her hand, setting it on the vanity and turn to face her. “Do I ever what, darling?” you ask, kissing her knuckles.
“Do you ever...regret not taking the Cadou?”
You look at her, smiling sadly. “Dearest, we’ve been over this so many times.”
“I know, I know,” Alcina says impatiently. “But...have you?” Alcina begins to wring her hands nervously.
You take her hand and run circles over her wrist with your thumb as you collect your thoughts. “I know you would rather I did, but like I’ve told you before, I want to experience life in all its stages. All the good and the bad.”
“But your memory,” she says, her voice cracking. “It could fix your memory. Don’t you want that?”
“Of course I do,” you say gently. “But I also want my life to take its natural course. You can understand that, can't you?”
Alcina nods, tears falling on the top of her nightgown. You take your trembling hand and gently wipe her tears away from her cheeks with your handkerchief. “I understand,” she says, her voice thick. “I do, and I know I’m just being selfish. But I’m simply not ready to know a world without you in it. I don’t think I ever will be.”
You suddenly pull your wife in a hug, tucking your chin under her shoulder. “Let’s not worry about that today, darling,” you soothe, stroking her ebony hair. “Let’s just enjoy the time we have together, hmm?” You pull away, but hold her alabaster face in your hands. “Besides, it’s not often that 50th wedding anniversaries come around, do they?”
Alcina’s face breaks out into a wide grin. “It’s unbelievable,” she breathes. “It seems like almost yesterday.”
You run a finger along her cheekbone and she leans into your touch. “I still remember sitting at that table in the cabaret. I could hardly believe my shock when I realized that the gorgeous lounge singer was also my employer!”
Alcina’s eyes glitter with mischief. “Oh, but I knew who you were the whole time, pet,” she says, smirking.
“I know you did,” you laugh. “And to make matters worse you sang to me the whole time. I was practically another stage light with how much I was blushing!”
Alcina chuckled. “I couldn’t resist, especially when I saw how lovely you looked with all the color rushing to your face.” She takes your chin in her hand. “The way it looks right now.”
When you chance a look at your reflection in the mirror, you find your face is indeed as red as it was on that day over half a century ago. You are amazed that no matter how many years passed, Alcina still had the ability to make you feel like a young woman again.
Alcina brings your chin forward and briefly brushes her lips against yours. You press your lips to her cheeks, her laugh lines, her chin. “I love you,” you say, leaning your forehead against hers. “Always know that.”
“I love you, too,” Alcina presses a kiss to your brow before tucking her chin under your gray curls. “Happy Anniversary, draga mea.”
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Fic: A Close Shave 1/1
Summary: Syverson has been looking like a woolly beast lately and You have it all planned out - a sexy shave astride his lap. But damn it, nothing goes according to plan. And thank goodness for that!
Pairing: Captain ‘Sy’ Syverson x YOU (and your glorious self)
Rating/Warnings: Cock-warming, vanilla and bourbon, attempting to conquer the beast, sex, fluff, silliness, and well... at least you tried :D
Notes: By now you all know how much I like writing fun, sexy times. This is no different.
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‘Are you ready?’
You waited a moment and from the other side of the master bathroom door, you heard the squeak from the shower taps as he turned them off.
‘C’mon,’ he called and excited, you opened the door.
It was delightfully hot in that blue-green tiled room and the moist air smelt pleasantly of vanilla and bourbon. It was from that distinctive scented soap you’d bought for him, on a whim, years ago, and although you had been unsure if it was even to his taste, to your surprise, he became an ardent fan.
You pushed a low, square, cushion-topped bench against the wall in front of the sink, and quickly kicked shut the door. Grabbing a fresh towel from the wicker storage basket, you folded and neatly lay it atop the cushion to protect it from getting wet.
Then, across the wide sink lip, you unfurled the leather roll-up bag containing his beard grooming kit, which was a neat collection of shiny silver tools. Next to the tools you set a stiff brush, a wooden narrow toothed comb and a bottle of beard conditioning oil. Sy watched you and continued to briskly towel dry before loosely wrapping and knotting the towel about his trim waist.
Pleased with the presentation, you patted the soft seat.
‘Park it,’ you said.
Unsure of your barbering skills, Sy apprehensively rubbed a big hand over his out-of-control facial hair. Sure, it had grown out more than normal, and while he loved you, he didn’t want to be butchered by an eager, yet inexperienced hand.
Nevertheless, he grinned, and pointedly looked you over.
‘I’ve never been to a barber who wore my t-shirt…’
He paused, then leaned in and lifted the hem of the oversized shirt. He grunted as if he’d been expecting that you wore nothing but his t-shirt.
‘… panties,’ he observed with some disappointment.
You laughed, delighted and slapped his hand away.
‘Behave and sit down!’
He chewed his lower lip and chuckled in that low, husky way that always sent a thrill through you. Sy swaggered in close, crowded you against the wall, and attempted to slide his hands up beneath the t-shirt. Heat radiated from his skin and the scent of vanilla and bourbon and something deliciously and uniquely his, rose into your senses.
With him that close, that intoxicating, he threatened to thwart all of your plans. You put your hands flat to his hairy chest, in an effort to rein him in, but it didn’t stop him from curving down to mouth hungrily at the bend of your shoulder exposed by the wide shirt neck.
‘Ok, ok,’ he laughed and with a huff, sat where you directed him.
You took a moment to regain your composure and eyeing him carefully for a moment, you crept your gaze up his heavily muscled thigh to where the partially open towel promised to reveal him. Drinking in your open admiration, he shifted, and rolled his hips, a clear invitation that nearly brought you to your knees to eagerly swallow that divine mouthful that he offered so willingly.
‘Take off your panties and sit on my lap,’ he said, sliding off his towel and draping it across his lap.
Without protest, you stepped out of your knickers and tossed them aside.
And with a smile, you said, ‘Well, turnabout is fair play.’
You teased your fingers along the edge of the towel and easing it off his lap, watched his thick cock bob up against his upper thigh. You let out a long breath. He was a thing of beauty and he looked down at himself and then back up at you, with pride and desire shining in his blue eyes.
Sy reached out with both hands and pulled you forward and astride his lap. He was so hot between your legs that you were nearly robbed of coherent thought.
‘Let me,’ you whispered hoarsely and rising to your knees you took him in hand and guided him inside you.
Time went still and the sound of his quick breath mirrored yours. He moaned and gripped your bottom as you eased down the length of him until you could take in no more.
The muscle in his jaw bunched as he clamped down on a groan and you pushed him back against the steam warmed wall behind him. You fought through the need to ride him and squeezed your eyes shut.
‘Fuck, baby… you’re gonna kill me.’
‘Hush. Don’t move. Be a good boy and don’t move.’
He shuddered and took several moments of long breathing before he was able to speak.
‘Ok,’ he said slowly, still breathless and directing his glance at the sink. ‘Fill it up with some hot water and open the lather bar tin.’
The silver tin of hard shaving soap was heavy in your hand, and it opened easily with a twist of the top. You set it aside and filled the sink basin with hot water. You picked up the shaving brush and with a smile, flicked the soft bristles against the tip of his nose. Sy pulled you close.
‘Put some water on the soap and leave the brush in the sink to soak.’
You could feel him watching you as you did what you were told and it was singularly arousing.
‘Wet both your hands and work the water into my beard.’
‘The moment of truth,’ you purred and squeezed his cock with your tight walls.
Sy sucked in a quick breath and colour bloomed across his cheeks. You greedily consumed his expression of desperation to give into his baser instincts.
‘Baby… baby please,’ he begged.
You ignored his plea and instead rubbed your wet hands together, and massaged your fingers through his bristly facial hair. You took your time with it, looking into his eyes and drinking in his increasingly contented expression as you worked your fingers against his skin.
‘Does that feel good?’
You let your fingers drift from his face to his jaw and down the back of his neck.
‘Mmmm, yeah. I- I like it.’
Closing his eyes, Sy leaned his head against the wall and eagerly kneaded your bottom.
You smiled and reached for the comb and scissors. When you moved, he tensed and the hot pulse of his cock inside you made it harder to concentrate on the task at hand.
‘Don’t make any sudden moves, or you’re going to end up with a bald patch,’ you warned him and he made a quiet noise of acceptance.
You lifted the scissors to his cheek and then drew away.
Damn. Focus, girl.
You took in a breath and lifted the scissors again. Your hands were visibly trembling and your body had started spasming involuntarily much to Sy’s obvious delight. He curved his big hands about your bottom, dragging you in and rocking up into your heat.
He was at his limit.
‘You– you’re not being fair,’ you gasped resisting the urge to bounce.
‘Was I supposed to be fair?’ he teased. ‘Now put down the scissors before one of us gets hurt.’
You tossed them into the sink, wrapped your arms about Sy’s neck, and crashed your mouth down upon his. Syverson growled and stood, lifting you effortlessly to the edge of the sink, and spreading your thighs so that he could pound hard into you. You had teased him long enough and now he was going to make you pay.
You wrapped yourself around him, encouraging him to ruin your needy cunt and to make you take him so deep that you’ll be unable to walk. Your own orgasm hit hard, taking you by surprised and you howled his name.
Sy gripped your bottom and instantly came hard into your trembling body. He held you until you finally fell still and quiet and drew back to look down at you when you started giggling.
‘That… did not go the way I planned.’
‘S’ok,’ he smiled in response, picked you up from the sink and carried you into the bedroom. ‘Let’s do it planned.’
-the end, you naughty little things. I love you ;D
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A Super Sweet Secret - Gojo Satoru
Merry late Christmas ya filthy animals ;)
Mega thirst moment based on this post and I think it just fits this fucker so well. I wrote part of this at 3am and I hate it so much ... fellow Gojo fuckers come get ya food.
Warnings: 18+, my shitty writing, language, mentions of alcohol, Gojo using infinity (had to do it on em), smut, DIRTY TALK, fingering, oral *fem receiving, overstim, squirting, uh… the pet names are super self-indulgent too oops, literally every grammatical error you can think of (please let me know if I missed any warnings I don’t wanna upset anyone or make anyone uncomfy. That being said minors pls DNI!! I don't feel like blocking anyone today)
Word count: 2.25k (i do be getting carried away)
How do you go about explaining your current situation to the higher-ups if you get caught with him? Do you tell them that, instead of getting pointers on how to guide students down the right path, you’ve been indulging in some very explicit acts with the man who is supposed to show you the ropes? No. That’s not right either but in all honesty, it would have been a lost cause from the get-go. Gojo Satoru is the least traditional in his teaching methods and is without a doubt a troublemaker but his antics are a part of what makes him so charming. It’s that same charm that finally made you cave and accept a coffee date with him on the next day you both had off.
You don’t know exactly when it happened but little by little those morning coffee dates turned into mid-day snack runs, then dinner and overindulging in desserts at the other’s house. Everything took an unexpected turn when you went a bit overboard on the sake one night. The next morning you woke up naked on your couch, the sun in your face, a pounding headache and a large man clinging to your body like a koala. As much as you wanted to maintain a professional relationship between the two of you, it was so hard to not crave another taste of him. He couldn’t resist you either, one bite and he kept coming back for more.
You two are definitely going to get into some serious trouble for this.
After stressful days of exorcising curses Gojo likes to unwind with a sweet treat from his local bakery and you by his side. He’ll find it ridiculously adorable if you have a bigger sweet tooth than he does. On the walk back to his house, you both snag a pastry from the bag of goodies and laugh at the other for not being able to wait until you reached your destination. The two of you arrive shortly after but Gojo decided he wasn’t entirely satisfied...
“Hey, sugar?” he asked while removing his sunglasses, his eyes entirely focused on your movements. You started to place what was left of the little cakes in a dish that was used specifically for the sweet treats of the day, he quickly recalled how you made fun of him for the fancy crystal platter but he admitted to being a bit extra like that. “What’s up trouble?” He let out a soft chuckle and got closer, wrapping his arms around your shoulders leaning down to rest his chin on top of your head. “Trouble? That couldn’t be me.” you placed the cover back on the platter and put your hands on his arms settling back into him slightly. “You only call me ‘sugar’ when you want something from me, so what is it?”
Now that was true, he had a list of pet names for you that he liked to pull out for certain occasions and you caught onto that quickly. It’s really not fair at all how he can make innocent words sound so damn sinful when he wanted to tease you. You turned to face him now, his hands resting on either side of you. He leans down and places a feather-soft kiss on your lips, so soft it’s almost like he’s not making full contact with you.
“I thought we didn't do those things when it was just us together like this?” Your eyes fluttered open and he came back in for a real kiss, his hot tongue lingering lazily on your bottom lip but not enough to excite you. He does that on purpose. “I know but it’s just the thought of it, I can tell you're thinking about it too.” He reached for the dessert dish and picked up a small cream filled pastry, he took a bite and offered you the other half. You knew it wasn’t an accident when he got the filling on your lip and chin. He used his thumb to clean up the mess he made then licked it clean, he is actually evil but even if you do hate him sometimes you can’t find it in you to resist him.
“C’mon Y/n, don't you think it would be interesting to try while I go down on you? Just a little bit?” You bit your lip at the thought and he was already excited for your answer. He was right, the idea of him between your legs, devouring you but not quite. Being able to feel everything between the two of you but not making an actual connection. it ignited a small fire within you.
“We can try it once but I can’t promise that I'll like it.”
Truthfully that was all he needed to hear before he began to strip you of your clothes, leaving you completely naked. His large hands began exploring your body, grabbing onto any dip and curve he can find while placing sloppy kisses on your neck. He used both hands to get a firm grip of your ass, lifting you onto the cold marble countertop, you let a small moan escape you at the feeling and he placed a wet kiss on your lips. Tugging on the fabric of his long sleeve you brought it up and off revealing his defined upper body, you could drool if you didn't have some self control. “Satoru not too much okay? It’ll drive me crazy when all I want is to feel you.” The whimper that fell from your pretty mouth was almost enough to make Gojo cum in his pants, you swore you saw hearts glowing in his bright blue eyes. “Don't worry princess only a little bit. Besides you know my sweet girl always gets what she wants.”
If there was anything that came close to what you picture heaven was like, it would definitely be the equivalent to Gojo’s strong, slender fingers expertly rubbing your folds. He always found every sweet spot and applied the perfect amount of pressure without you having to say a word.
“Baby, did I make you this wet?” He used his thumb to spread your slick around, creating a delightful rhythm on your clit. Hips trembling when he grazed that one spot that practically had you gushing for him.
“Yes! It was yo- oh fuck that feels so good!” you leaned forward, resting your head on his chest, admiring the way his fingers looked so mesmerizing covered in the pretty shine of your juices. “You know you're the sweetest thing ever right? So damn delicious. I can spend hours between these sexy thighs of yours.” His breath is hot on the tip of your ear and that smooth voice sends shockwaves throughout your entire body. His free hand wrapped around your thigh and gripped below your knee, shifting the angle at which his fingers were exploring your overly sensitive hole.
“Are you gonna let me make you cum with my mouth? Let me taste how sweet you are?” his lips started to trail the sides of your neck down to your chest. He left a series of kisses on each breast, sucking lightly on your stiff and sensitive nipples. “Ah Satoru please! I want- Ooh want your tongue.” He licked a stripe across your tummy then placed a soft kiss on your belly button, he moved your thighs once more and found a position comfortable for the two of you. Your legs resting nicely on his shoulders while he rubbed circles on your hips and waist. “Look at this gorgeous pussy,” a soft kiss on your inner thigh. “So pretty.” another kiss on your swollen clit, you couldn't help but arch your back off the counter, grabbing a handful of his soft hair. He nibbled on your thigh and a sharp whine fell from you. “Remember to behave sweetheart, I'm supposed to be going easy on you.” His chuckle vibrated against your hot mound and you let out a sigh, releasing some tension from your hands on his head, allowing him to do what he wanted with your body.
Gojo’s tongue seemed to have a mind of its own, curling and sucking at the special spot that only he knew about with perfect accuracy. The buzzing sensation that you normally felt when he's down there was reduced to an incomplete static, like your nerves weren’t fully receiving the information of his movements. Now that? That was different. It really was infinity… a barrier he controlled entirely, the rolling of his tongue feeling more like a whisper of pleasure that was everything and nothing at the same time. You were right to think it would drive you crazy but in the most euphoric way possible. “Oh my god it feels s-so good! P-please don’t stop baby I’m so fucking close.”
The large kitchen was filled with desperate sounds of pleasure and the soft squelching of Gojo’s fingers inside your quivering cunt. This feeling was new but you were instantly hooked. It didn't take long for you to fall over that glorious edge with a broken moan of his name and a string of curses, making little to no sense at all. A deep groan erupts from his chest as he takes in every drop of your release in satisfaction. His gaze found your blissed out expression and he decided to ease up on that invisible veil between you, fingers slipping from your tight whole. You clenched around nothing and the loss of his fingers filling you was enough to nearly make you cry.
“That‘s my favorite flavor right there sweetheart.” he spent some time admiring the way you looked coming down from your high. The rise and fall of your breasts with every breath paired alongside the slight shaking in your limbs from how intense the orgasm was. You're a work of art to him, truly, especially like this. Opening your eyes you find his stupid gorgeous face resting on your thigh, licking his lips simply enjoying your taste. You ran your fingers through his hair one more time before softly squishing his face with your legs, letting out a breathless giggle while regaining some grasp on reality. “I w-want more, but let me feel all of you for fucks sake!”
He instantly obliged, diving right back in, using only his tongue, setting a languid pace. His animalistic groans against your over sensitive pussy were a telling sign that he was enjoying himself, probably ridiculously hard in the confines of his jeans. The thought of his cock deep inside of you was enough to get you shamelessly turned on all over again. If it weren't for his hands on your hips, rubbing easing circles into your soft skin, you would be a convulsing mess on the hard marble beneath you. A dull ache was beginning to form in your lower back, but you could care less. Gojo's tongue was working wonders on that delectable bundle of nerves of yours. His hands started trailing upwards and fondling your breasts, your spine arching under his touch as he pinched your nipples. You both made eye contact and he could tell that you were close to another release, your entire body was starting to shake. “Ye-yeah baby I’m gonna f-fucking cum.” his tongue never relenting on you. You were on the verge of screaming, your thighs were probably strangling him at this point.
“Mhm my little honeypot. Are you gonna make a mess?” he growled delicately against you.
That was also new but holy shit it had your brain short circuiting. Honeypot?! Damn you really could make a mess and that was exactly what you did. His relentless attack on your clit was blinding but so fucking delicious you didn't want it to end. You squirted all over his face, covering his neck and chest with a stream of your juices. The added stimulation of his abilities, and the shock of this new pet name clearly having an impact on your intense orgasm. it could possibly be the best you've experienced. He was aware of that fact as well. “I love when you do that.” honestly you did too. The aftershock of it all had you both mesmerized, your body just a quaking mess, panting and moaning. You struggled a bit to get air back into your lungs but Gojo's hands squeezed on your waist reassuringly. Your hips were beginning to relax and he once again found a place to momentarily rest his head on your thighs.
He huffed a small howl of amusement. You could instantly tell what he was so giddy about. “So? Honeypot?” you questioned him, not in a judging manner but out of curiosity and excitement. “It kind of just came out of me in the moment.” You couldn't help but laugh at his answer, a fitting response. You took a second to relish in the sight of your cum and his sweat tracing his brow. It will forever remain a mystery on how you managed to get so addicted to the world’s biggest pain in the ass, but here you were.
That evil little smirk made another appearance on his face while he brought himself up to kiss you, the taste of yourself was very much present on his tongue and soft lips, you screeched in excitement. He swiftly lifted you off the counter and began his trek towards his bedroom.
“Are you maybe just a bit more curious on what else I can do to that pretty body of yours?”
yeah this is trash uh if you read this sorry for the lack of seasoning in your food
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(if this is ok to request!) "slowly kissing down the body for sysba/oisein please?
ANON PLZ AKSJDHDKS ❤️❤️❤️ Giving us an excuse to extend the birthday party 🎉 Happy twiniversary for Attollo and The Nameless mwah❤️
(crossover and collaboration with @attollogame as a follow up to the recent makeup art. 18+ MINORS DNI PLEASE, will reblog their Sysba POV so give it a sec if you're just seeing this without the Attollo reblog 👀)
Blood red color smooths like velvet over their parted lips, a gentler caress compared to the harsh, cold fingers holding their chin in place. They can't help smirking at being pampered and painted, given who stands before them - the same person (being? God?) digging their nail in harder at the movement.
"Stop squirming," comes a frustrated tone, followed by a sharp tsk and a sneer below black void-like eyes.
Oisein huffs dramatically through a grin, only daring to speak now that the lipstick is a few inches away and there's no risk of destroying Sysba's masterpiece."Only if you promise to ruin it later."
Another tight squeeze as the sheevra's chin is lifted, a thumb roughly running over their unmarked bottom lip. Face splitting with a hungry smile, Sysba moves themself close enough to share, or possibly steal, a breath between them.
"Maybe if you behave," they whisper - command - back, letting the word linger in the space like a baited hook that draws Oisein forward. “And only after I get to show you off.”
A pleased hum is the only response, just audible over the low bass of La Rumeur. It’s a song and dance that’s practically become routine. Familiar, even. A word Oisein doesn’t usually value - but in this case they can make an exception.
An hour (or more) of being dressed up before spending part of the evening being paraded around, lounging near Sysba as they watch other club-goers try to snatch their attention, and fail. Matching golden jewelry glints like stars, orbiting in the gravity of Sysba’s finessed sharp edges and Oisein’s deceptively soft smile. There’s a sense of boasting, gloating satisfaction in the way the eldritch runs their fingers over the sheevra’s neck in the open balcony for all to see.
A dare and a taunt. Look what I have and you don’t.
The edge of teeth inching closer to their jawline. Look what I’ll have later, and you’ll never know.
And if there’s a chance to secure a name or two to heighten the ecstasy they know will come, then all the better. (Well...within reason.‘Just don’t be sloppy,’ Sysba’s voice echoes).
But inevitably - blissfully - the pretty mask is left behind, discarded by the strip lighting of the stairs and under the dark revolving lights. Abandoned in the deep, guttural tones of the music thrumming through the walls and the ceiling, and thrown past the quickly locked door into the echoes of envious whispers.
And eventually - rapturously - all that’s left is crashing lips and hands and skin and bodies, quickly marked in that familiar blood red. A furious need to ravage, to have, with no time to come up for air.
Oisein’s back finds the silky edge of the bed first as they drown in the taste of Sysba’s tongue against theirs, the cool fabric noticeable even through their infuriatingly-still-on-their-body clothes. The makeup so carefully applied before runs rivers of scarlet far past the sides of their mouths, eddies and pools of color marking over ears, across cheeks, under jaws. All heightened by the muted red glow of the lamps around the darkened room, and the deep black shadows that shy away from the light reflecting off the ornate glass chandelier.
There’s a low moan.
Bed, it says.
A throaty hum in return.
Well, what are you waiting for?
Which is all Oisein needs to sink backwards, pulling, aching to keep the contact constant while lips move to their neck. Their back arches before they even hit the sheets, a fervent hiss when lips move onto cloth and remove their warmth from their bare skin. They start to move a hand upward to shift Sysba’s mouth back to the freckles dusted under their jaw-
“Sanctin…”
-only to feel a sudden pull against their head and a resonant, threatening voice in their ear.
“Isn't the name you should be calling.”
Dark pupils rise in their periphery while a hand grabs at their dirtied blond hair, strands catching on the rings still present and pulled tight within the god’s fist. Though the pain lances into Oisein’s skull, the pleasure coursing in their veins thrives and feeds on the feeling. They just manage to clamp down on the whimper building at the back of their tongue, but the shiver running through their chest betrays them.
The sheevra’s crown is pulled back to expose their neck again as Sysba gives a small, chiding shake of their head before returning to their task with a ravenous intent.
The brunette’s fist adjusts to maintain control, pinning down another arm in the wake of the movement while their other hand wraps finger by finger around the free wrist. They follow the path of red down across a jaw while their legs find more purchase on the edge of the bed, hiking their thighs underneath willing legs and splaying them open. All thought leaves Oisein except for the determination to hook their heels into the back of Sysba’s knees and bring them closer, ignoring the knowing chuckle escaping those bloodied, swollen lips.
But there’s still plenty of work to be done, as Sysba’s mouth transitions to cloth again alongside another frustrated groan vibrating through their lover’s chest. They bare their teeth then, biting through cloth and into the flesh of a collar on the notes of a gasp. Moving onto the gap in the cloth, they tease along the edge of the shirt’s window, a chuckle reverberating back when Oisein’s body curves to meet them. An elbow forces down on the sheevra’s side with another warning while they rock their waist down, teasing out a pitched whine that accompanies a burst of spots in Oisein’s vision.
And then, of course, they move torturously past the unobstructed skin, a patch that looks odd in its unmarked clarity. The cruelty continues as a mocking pressure is applied beneath their ribs, then their stomach, and then at the curve of their hips, a keen mouth edging closer to actually giving them an inch of release...
But a sigh of relief still echoes out from Oisein when they finally feel Sysba relax their grip and begin to loosen the blond’s shirt from the hem of their pants, pulling it free and quickly sliding their palms up over freckled skin and under the dark purple cloth. Cold fingers send more goosebumps washing over the tanned chest and into their shoulders as they’re permitted to lift their arms, hastily tugging and throwing aside the clothing into some inky corner to be forgotten.
Their skin is bare and far too clean, chest rapidly rising and falling. Impatience and greed demands them to reach downward, fingers sliding over their body to undo the clasp at their dark hemline, and the others to pull Sysba forward by the shirt they intend to tear off-
Only to have both hands ripped away and pinned mercilessly above their head.
Sysba only needs one hand to keep them securely restrained while a thumb seeks the sheevra’s lips again, lavender gaze widened with a mixture of shock and excitement. Fingers stain on the bright color smeared over Oisein’s chin, this time free in their want and painting a path of rubies over their open throat. The sheevra in question feels their lungs burning, eagerly awaiting for their senses to be filled with the intoxicating smell of sweat and perfume. Awaiting the moment they’ll be devoured by an insatiable lust, praying devoutly with anticipation as Sysba bends over to their ear.
“Now, now,“ coos the god, prepared to punish. “What did I say about behaving?”
#the spiciness#crossover#interactive fiction#interactive novel#the nameless#tnif#attollo#sysba#oisein#sysein#nsft#happy sunday LMAO
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“What’s wrong? Do you want attention?”
seokjin x reader (oc)
genre: fluff
word count: 1.7K
a/n: Ok, I couldn’t sleep past 5 am this morning so I wrote this very randomly. It wasn’t planned at all and I am on a narcotic for pain after my wisdom teeth extraction so if this is shit, pretend it’s not. This is just a glimpse at Jin remembering all over again how in love with Poopsie/reader he is. Also, this includes a tidbit of Jinnie’s mom (just barely). Ok that’s all, I hope you all enjoy and thanks for reading! :))
Love is everywhere. Mysterious and random, appearing suddenly, a person overtaking your thoughts before simply never leaving your mind.
One day, nothing really changed, but you started entering Jin’s every thought with a certain affection attached to every aspect of your being. Hearing his friends speak your name put him on the edge of anticipation, the resonance of your voice had him clinging to your every word, the unintentional brush of your fingertips on his forearm made him crave for them to linger just a moment longer; nothing really changed, but rather you just found your way under his skin.
As if a search he didn’t know he was on reached its end, there you were. And you welcomed him with open heart, and open arms. It was easy. Loving you was easy.
Love is everywhere. Reappearing arbitrarily, reminding you of how much you love someone, despite never forgetting in the first place.
The buzz of his phone in the middle of a Tuesday served as his random reminder that day, your text revealing a recipe you were dying to try with him. You would pick up the ingredients, he just needed to be there with his “expertise and that World Wide Handsome face”.
Leaving work that day, there was an extra pep in his step as he eagerly made his way home to you. He just wanted to see you, tell you for the millionth time that he loved you; that he was in love with you.
And when you arrived home nearly at the same time, Jin entering the hallway to see you struggling with the apartment door, your hands and forearms full of grocery bags, he hustled down the corridor as you shot him a pout. Ignoring the door completely, however, as the groceries were on the verge of turning your arms to jelly as you tried to hold them up, the man wrapped his arms around the back of your head and kissed you deeply.
The gesture took you by surprise and you took a moment to respond, but soon you were dropping your arms, the dinner ingredients falling to the floor as you kissed him back just as passionately.
“I love you,” Jin mumbled into the action, the words barely intelligible as they melted into your own mouth.
“I can tell,” you teased, gigging as Jin smirked into the kiss. “I love you too.”
Watching Jin work his way through the steps of the recipe with ease, you huffed, having to read over the instructions for the umpteenth time as you struggled to actualize what the words directed you to do.
“Cooking comes so easy to you,” you whined teasingly, feigning annoyance at your boyfriend’s kitchen skills.
“No, I’ve just practiced lots,” he countered with a chuckle. “Things that come easy to me are… well, having this handsome face,” he smirked as he angled his chin upward, dragging his finger along his jaw to show off his features. Rolling your eyes, you reluctantly nodded in agreement, a smile curving on your lips. “You know what else comes easy?”
“Your incredible humor?” You mused, the man’s eyes widening.
“No-wait, what, well that too,” he agreed, a grin spreading on his mouth as you giggled. “But not what I was going for.”
“What, then?”
“Loving you comes easy to me,” he smirked cockily at his oh so smooth line. “I’m a natural,” he gloated, holding his head a little higher as he basked in the non-existent praise.
“Aww,” you pouted, leaning forward to press a kiss to his jaw. At the touch of your lips on his skin, the man quickly grabbed your face between his hands and held you in place, bringing his mouth to yours, kissing you sweetly as you easily responded to the action.
“Did you like that one?” He whispered against your lips, his plush ones feeling much nicer than he could ever know as they grazed your own while he spoke.
“I did,” you agreed, pecking him twice quickly before pulling away a bit. “Also, add cheesiness to the things that come easy to you.”
“Wah,” he threw his head back, dropping his hands from your face as he feigned outrage at your playful dig, you giggling as you turned your attention back to the food preparation. As you read through the next steps of the recipe, Jin watched you fondly, his heart thumping against his chest as he realized he loved you all over again.
Just as he leaned toward you to check the recipe for himself, his phone began buzzing on the counter, you both looking to the screen to see his mom’s contact display. Wiping his hands on his pants, he quickly answered the call with a simple “Hi mom.”
It was common for Jin’s mom to call him in the evenings, or for him to call her. You always loved the relationship he had with the woman, appreciating the way he always found time for her. The man leaned his hip against the counter as he relayed the events of his day, being sure to include even the most trivial moments. And as he allowed her the time to talk about her own day, he started picking up pieces of chopped vegetables, taking turns between popping them into his mouth and throwing them at you.
“Jin,” you whispered in complaint when the third piece of chopped carrot bounced off your shoulder, though the smile on your face betrayed your warning. “Behave,” you shot him a glare, a pout forming on his pillowy lips. Bringing the chopped carrot he held between his fingertips toward your mouth, he gave you an adorable close-mouthed smile as he pushed it against your lips, leaving you no choice but to relent and allow him to feed it to you.
Shaking your head at him, you admired the way his smile widened beautifully, making his adorable cheeks pop.
“Well, what are you doing tonight?” He suddenly asked his mom, you watching him as he awaited her answer. “Good, you deserve to relax,” he replied to her, you smiling softly at the comment. “Me?” He questioned, his eyes raising. “I’m cooking with Poopsie, she found a new recipe.”
Poopsie; you giggled at the name. Never did you expect the joke nickname to stick the way it did, but there he was referring to you by it when speaking to his mom. Looking down at the food on the counter, you were broken from your amusement at the sound of Jin calling your name. Your real one this time.
Eyes wide, you met his own orbs as he lowered the phone from his face and held it out to you. “She wants to talk to you, something about a recipe she wants to send your way.”
Taking the phone with wide excited eyes, you dove into a conversation with his mom, Jin watching you with utter affection, his gaze dripping in fondness. Of course, he loved the way you and his mom talked, treating each other as family.
“It’s a dish I found this morning, I thought we’d try it, but Jin is of course a natural while I’m struggling,” you shot him a glare, the man smiling tenderly.
“Not a natural, I just practiced,” he shouted so his mom could hear, your lips curving into a smile at his antics.
“Oh perfect, yeah, go ahead and text it to me,” you continued talking to his mom about a recipe she suggested you try next. “Have you made it yet?” You asked her, listening intently as she told you about her experience with the dish.
As the conversation ventured from cooking topics and you both continued talking about random thoughts that popped into your head, you began pacing across the kitchen, lost in the exchange and forgetting all about the meal. Jin took over the cooking responsibilities, working his way through the recipe, a fondness etched across his features for the entirety of your conversation.
Finally, what must had been twenty minutes later, you began closing the conversation, Jin wiping his hands on the dish towel that was thrown on the counter as he prepared to take the phone back from you.
“It was nice talking to you too, I’ll let you know how that recipe goes,” you smiled as you bid your boyfriend’s mom goodbye. “Have a good night, love you too, bye.” With that you lowered the phone and clicked end on the call, Jin’s eyes widening.
Meeting his gaze as you placed the phone in his hand, you drew your eyebrows together in question. “What?”
“I wasn’t done talking to her,” he complained with a frown, a pout appearing on your face.
“Oh, my love, I’m sorry, she said she had to go,” you told him, moving toward the counter to see how far Jin had gotten in the recipe.
“What the hell?” He questioned aloud, his gaze following you.
“Jinnie, I’m sorry,” you told him, though a giggle laced your words. “You’ll just talk to her tomorrow though.”
“That’s besides the point,” he glared playfully as you tried to hide your growing smile.
“What’s wrong? Do you want attention?” You asked him in a teasing tone, the man quickly replying with a nod.
“Yes, I do,” he said childishly, like the overgrown man child he was, and that you loved.
“Come here,” you grinned, opening your arms for Jin to walk into, the man easily wrapping his own arms around your frame. He nuzzled his face against your neck, leaving light kisses as he began backing you out of the kitchen, your laughter resonating in his ears beautifully as he directed you to the living room couch.
“I want lots and lots of attention,” he mumbled against your skin, your fingers threading through the hair at his nap as you kissed the side of his head.
“Happy to supply, my love,” you smiled against his temple just as he lowered you both onto the sofa with an oomph. “My big baby,” you cooed, massaging your fingertips against his scalp as he groaned against you.
“I’m not a baby, I’m just needy,” he corrected, sending you both into fits of giggles, the meal forgotten for the time being as you simply enjoyed each other’s company.
One day, things changed with you and Jin, friendship turning into something else; but the more things change, the more they stay the same. Loving Jin was easy. Two friends in love, it was as simple as that. And love really was everywhere. Everywhere he was. Everywhere you were. Everywhere you existed together.
#jin#seokjin#kim seokjin#jin fluff#jin imagine#jin drabble#jin oneshot#jin fic#jin fanfic#jin scenario#bts#bts jin#jin x reader#bts x reader#bts imagines#bts fluff#bts drabbles#bts oneshots#bts fics#bts fanfics#bts scenarios#hopefully i don't read this later and hate it lol
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