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phantom-dc · 1 year

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A deal with the Ghost King

Part2 AO3

Danny was getting impatient.

He had been annoyed at being summoned, then exited when he found himself in the Justice League Watchtower. He was in space! But then the guy in the raincoat begun offering a piece of his soul in exchange for destroying a meteorite, and he had become annoyed instead. He doesn't want a soul! Doesn't this guy get he'd be Danny's slave for eternity? So taking a page off Clockwork's book, he said something cryptic and ominous so no one else tried to bribe him with souls. They had turned white and raincoat guy asked if they could be excused for a moment before pulling the other heroes into a different room. Wich, first off: Rude. Second: Danny couldn't leave the summonning circle unless he made a deal or if he was send back. At first he had been curious what they would offer him now, settling into a more humanoid form instead of the eldritch nightmare being summoned always forced him into. That had been a while ago though, and now he was getting impatient. They better come back soon so he can go deal with the problem. He'll do it for a Pop-tart at this point, as long as he can go break that overgrown space-rock!

Jason was pissed. Batman had ordered everyone to come to the Watchtower immediatly. Jason wasn't even allowed to wear his helmet (he scared the younger Leaguers), having to settle for a domino mask instead. Good thing he had 2, because Nightwing had even brought Alfred! Jason wanted anwsers, why did B rush them here? He hadn't even greeted or explained anything to them, just had Plastic-man bring them to a room to wait. But Jason was done waiting, so he stormed to the main briefing room. He expected B and his Justice club. Instead he found a glowing, floating hero. The floor glowed a bit beneath him, his skin tinted green and his hair floated as if underwater, a crown surrounded by its own northen light. He was beautifull. Anger forgotten, he made his way over, deciding to make some small talk. 'Hello there! Are you a new hero? I've never seen you before?'

Danny was startled. He'd been focussing on the door the heroes left through, trying to will them back. He hadn't even noticed the Liminal behind him until he spoke! He turned around, and was again caught of guard. Even with the Domino covering his eyes,he could tell this guy was really handsome! A mountain of chiseled muscles and a white streak of hair that gave him something mysterious. Oh crap, he was staring. What did he say again? 'Hello! I'm Phantom. It's nice to meet you!' The Liminal introduced himself as J. 'Anyone ever tell you you're drop-dead gorgeous?' Danny laughed. Hot and death puns? Yep, he's going for it. The Leaguers aren't back yet anyway.

Jason was kicking himself. Really? That's the best he could come up with? Thank god Phantom had seemed to like it. 'Well, it certainly wouldn't get a rise out of me if they did!' he said. 'So what are you doing here? I didn't see you at the meeting?' Jason shrugged. 'No idea actually. B called for all hands on deck, so here I am. What are you here for?' Phantom sighed. 'They got me here to deal with some stupid rock, but then ditched me here for an impromptu meeting. I just want to go take care of it, but I can't just leave.' Phantom looked annoyed. Jason asked if Phantom wanted a tour of the Watchtower, surely Flash could get him when they needed him? Phantom looked dejected. He couldn't leave without being dismissed. Jason decided to make a move. 'Ok, how about this: you deal with that rock, and afterwards, we can meet up in Gotham and I'll give you a tour there! Deal?' Phantom looked up, an inhumanly while smile on his face.

'Deal!'

After that Phantom had left, saying the boyscouts had their chance. 'I look forward to our date!' He said and then dissapeared. Jason was exited! He went back to the others, who hadn't noticed he'd left. No matter, he had a date to plan!

Contantine was freaking out. The meteorite had proven too much for the Justice League. Most of their heavy hitters had been off-planet or out off commision. The damn thing was even made of kryptonite! He had no choice but to summon the only being that he knew of that could deal with it and could be bribed. He had offered the mighty Ghost King a piece of his soul, but been rejected! Batman had offered his own soul instead, but again this offer wasn't enough. The Ghost King explained there were billions of mortals about to become his subjects. Why trade that for 1 measily soul? He needed a better offer if they wanted his help. Panicked, Constantine had pulled the other League members into a different room, not wanting them to make a deal by accident. They were all making desperate suggestions. What could be worth more than every soul on Earth? They had made a list of magical and historical artifacts from every members background. It was a long shot, but the meteorite was getting too close. As they went back to the Ghost King they were praying it would be enough.

The King was gone. Suddenly in the distance the meteorite exploded. Someone had made a deal with the Ghost King, and no one knew who. What had they offered?

What could possible be worth more to the High King of the Infinite Realms than every living soul on Earth?

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messylustt · 1 year

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heyy can i req teaching ethan how to pleasure women? and he’s veeeery good at it i think he would come just at the sight

omg omg omg omg

good boy — ethan landry + reader ( scream ) : showing ethan how to pleasure woman

contents : pussy drunk ethan. female oral. fingering. slight overstimulation. wc 1.0k

You grab Ethan’s hair, tilting his head up. He’s kneeled in front, his hands either side of your legs. His eyes are big as he stares at you, his breathing heavy and waiting.

You spread your legs wider making Ethan’s gaze shoot down. His breathing picks up as he stares at your pussy. You tilt his chin up getting his attention again. “I’ll tell you how, okay?” You ask, slightly massaging his scalp.

His eyes slightly flutter at the feeling before he nods. “You can touch me.” You say as his hand slides across your thigh. “Just run your fingers over it.”

You run your fingers through his hair as his finger reaches your soaked pussy. “That’s it.” You praise, as Ethan experimentally spreads your wetness around. He switches between watching your pussy and your face.

He begins to grow a fraction bolder as your breathing stutters everytime he drags his finger over your clit. Catching the small sounds leaving your lips he repeatedly goes over it, watching your expression.

Your grip has tightened around his curls as he now switches to his thumb, just flicking and playing with your clit. A smile has edged his lips as the sounds of your pleasure fills his ears. "Then..." you breathe, gulping. "Then you can push a finger in." You say just as his thumb grazes over your hole.

Ethan spreads your lips wider to allow him a better veiw, making the cold air hit your hot pussy. You shiver, your stomach slightly contracting as Ethan's warm breath fans over you. "Ethan?" You ask in reference to your instruction.

"I just wanted to see." Ethan replies, his tone dazed. You watch as he licks his lips, before he inserts one finger. You clench around him, making him glance in at your face. "You feel so tight." He breathes. A breathy noise escapes you at his unintentional compliment.

"Like this?" Ethan asks, beginning to pull his finger in and out of you.

"Y-yes. Very good." You say, as he watches his finger dissapear inside you. His cock is rock hard in his pants, but he refrains from touching himself because he wanted to know how to get more of your pretty little expressions with his fingers.

"Don't girls usually use two?" He asks, as he teases his second finger along your hole.

Your chest is heaving. "Yeah. It fills us up more."

Ethan liked the sound of the that, so he quickly pushed his second finger in with his first. "Shit." You mutter, as one of your hands clenches around the duvet.

Ethan shifts closer to your pussy, as he fingers you. "You can go quicker." You gulp out.

Ethan is soon expertly hitting your g-spot, as he listens to the whining moans your making. He places one hand on your thigh, as he curls his fingers, trying to reach the spot that makes your mouth hang open better. "God, Ethan. Your a fast learner."

Ethan grins, continuning to watch your pussy eating his fingers. "I want to do more." Ethan lowly states.

Your breathing stutters at his words, your orgasm nearing. "J-just keep doing that."

But Ethan really did want to do more, so he pulls his fingers out, making you whine at the loss of contact. “What-"

Ethan holds your thighs, spreading you even wider as he pulls you towards his awaiting mouth. He's then placing his entire tongue against your pussy. With your almost orgasm near you squirm, yoru clit painfully engorged.

"How do I lick you?" Ethan asks. "Or should I just try to figure it out?" In response to his own words he flicks your clit with the tip of his tongue, before he's just kitten licking everywhere he can. Soon your taste is nearly dripping off his tongue, but he doesn't stop, beginning to kiss you as if this were your other lips.

His lips would close around your clit, as his tongue would poke out, circling. Your back acrched, as a moan escapes you. "Shit, Ethan. I thought you'd never done this before." You half whimper out.

Ethan grins against your pussy. "I haven't." Each syllable hits your core, making your whole body buzz. "Then why..." You can't even finish your sentence as Ethan sucks, his teeth slightly grazing across yoru clit. "I just like how you taste." He replies innocently. "So, so sweet." He whispers, as his breath hits your weeping hole.

"Can I do the same as I did with my fingers?" Ethan asks.

"Please." You shamefully moan out.

He smiles, satisfied before he's pushing his wet tongue inside you. Your hand tightens around his hair, as you hold him even closer to you. "Ethan—oh, fuck."

"Is that good?" Ethan mumbles, as he tightens his hold on your thighs, beginning to thrust his tongue into you.

"So good...so—shit." You graon out, as you begin to slightly grind into his face, your orgasm nearing again.

You clench your fist in his curls. "Don't stop—oh god, pelase don't stop." You say, worried he would like he did before.

"Oh, I'm not stopping." Ethan groans. He hasn't even touched his cock and it feels like he's going to burst. "I'm never stopping." He whispers against your pussy.

In response to his dark tone you shudder, your orgasm riding through you. You moan, eyes rolling at the intense feeling. Your chest is erraticly heaving as you slowly come down from your high.

You go to usher Ethan away, but he quickly holds you down by your thighs, as he keeps you wide and open for him. "What are you-"

Ethan kitten licks your sensitive pussy, making you jolt. "Ethan-" You harshly breath. "I-i'm sore—and sensitive."

But Ethan doesn't back away, continuing to kiss your pussy. "I told you." He says, his lustful eyes focused on your pussy, before he glances up from between your legs. "I'm never stopping."

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slasher-cam · 3 months

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Hello Hello! I hope you're doing good!

Since requests are open, what about Dogday getting saved by a teenager who’s desensitized to the horrors of the factory? Like of course, they’re perturbed, but aside from initially seeing Dogday(because holy shit), the biggest reaction they’ll give is a cringe and a “eugh” or some other tame exclamation of “that’s fucked up.” Essentially just Dogday interacting with a kid who’s weirdly chill with the circumstances and tries to be silly sometimes to lighten the mood (they’re not good at being serious).

Thank you so much and have a wonderful day/night!!

Weird Kid

Request? [ yes ] [no] Notes|| Thank you for the request!! Good day/night as well, hope you enjoy xo Synopsis|| You were a child in a orphanage after you were detained from Playtime.co when you get a cryptic letter. You meet dogday who is a little more than surprised to see another kid after so long Warnings||SFW-♡,PLATONIC-❁, crack?? ASKS-✰ Word Count||381

It was already weird enough when you got a letter in the mail saying "Everyone thinks the staff dissapeared 10 years ago, Wer'e still here FIND THE FLOWER"

They couldn't even spell "disappeared" correctly..

Needless to say you were suspicious but you couldn't help yourself but to go

But no matter what horrors you discovered and monsters you fought, you forced yourself to carry on deeper and deeper

What can i say? Your child brain yearned for the mines

And boy..did you go deep...

After it took you ages to get power back to the playhouse you stumbled into the play structure and saw him

DogDay

He was chained by his wrists and spilt down his middle with only a belt keeping his innards well, In

He looked up, his eyes near lifeless until he looked at you

"You...you're Poppy's angel!..come to save us.."

"Shit,..what the hell happened to you?"

"Language angel!"

DogDay was still getting over the shock of someone finding him after so many years, much less a scrawny little 16 y/o

His eyes widen in surprise as you pick him up and strap him to your back with the belts the use to hold him by his wrists

"Are you sure I'm not to heavy angel? You should just leave me angel, I'm a lost cause."

"Eh you're only a little heavy but I've been through worse in this hellhole. Besides, no way in hell i would leave you behind. You're the first friend i made that didn't try to kill me right away"

You joke with him trying to lighten up the mood as you smile in what feel like forever

Hes totally weirded out by how calm you are staying with the situation you're in but he can't complain. I mean he activly had his legs cut off and was hung by some chains for god knows how many years.

He totally expected you to by scream and crying from being traumatized from seeing him in his current state but now he is from how calm you are

DEFINITELY weirded out by how calm and nonchalantly you are sewing on a new pair of legs to him

But its a bit comforting to have someone treat him normal than screaming in terror

NEW FRIEND UNLOCKED

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Hope you enjoyed xoxoᡣ𐭩

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thegreatestsandwich · 2 years

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My hips are the temple and your hands a prayer (Aemond Targaryen x f!reader)

(This is my apology fic for dissapearing for a week)

Masterlist

Pairing: Aemond Targaryen x Reader

Word count: 3.1k

Summary: Aemond has to leave for some family buisness just to come back and be surprised by your announcement.

Warning: Mentions of cringy sex, voyeurism, read if you want, but if you are a minor, leave! why are you here?!

A/N: Sorry for dissapearing but this week was so horrible that I only wanted to curl on my bed and cry :( I also was surprised that I got to 300 followers? how? I mean thank you so much but I guess I didn’t actually expected it! By the way, I saw the few requests you guys send me and I will get to them as fast as possible, I’m trying to finish A guiding sea so after that I will start them!

In the few weeks you been married, there was no moment your husband wouldn’t have you on your bed. Aemond made his mission to let you discover what beautiful and graceful sex was and to be honest, you really didn’t mind, you enjoy the type of emotions that man could give you.

This morning wasn’t any different as his hands wrapped around your tights as he help you ride him. “Just like that.” He whispered against the skin of your breasts, the tightness that surrounded him was an aphrodisiac feeling he would never get tired of it. Several loud knocks broke away that erotic ambience that surrounded the both of you.

Aemond grunted in annoyance as you halt your movements, your forehead softly hitting his shoulder, he held you tighter to his body as he answered. “What.” His annoyance present on his voice. He kissed the side of your head as you cunt tightened around his cock for a second.

“My prince?” The voice of Lillen, the lovely maid his mother so annoyingly asked him to take under his command decided to interrupt him. She waited for his answer and for a moment he thought she finally left them alone.

One of his hands tapped your thigh as the other hold your waist, motioning you to continue with what was rudely interrupted. “Come on, my little wildflower, show me how much you enjoy riding your husband, how much you love how only I fill you with my seed.”

You moaned against his neck, slowly picking up your pace once again. Aemond moaned when you began riding him with a new found strength. “That’s it, you look so beautiful being fucked by me.” He grunted. “By your husband.”

“My prince, are you there?” Lillen interrupted once again. He wanted to kill her with his own hands, not caring if he was naked, he would kill her and continue fucking you until you were completely satisfied.

“State your business Lillen, I am quite occupied.” Aemond began thrusting upwards, his hands slapping your ass as your cunt began contracting against his cock. “That’s it, milk me dry wife, milk me completely.” He was almost there, he could feel that fantastic feeling, he was reaching closer and closer. You demanded his lips against yours. A messy kiss that only your lips could offered, a kiss that always drives him mad.

His tongue demanded control against yours and you let him. You let him have anything he ask.

“My prince, your mother is requesting your presence at fast as possible.”

He didn’t listened to her, his hands harshly grasping your waist, both of you knew the marks that will appeared within the days. You threw your head backwards, your sweaty hair sticking at your back as you began cumming with force. His eye watched you with fascination, how that beautiful sheer of sweat covered your whole body, how it took what it wanted from him, how you used him to seek pleasure. Your nipples hard and tempting that he close the distance and kissed one of them before sucking it. Your hands grabbed his hair, gently tugging the silver strands as the pleasure consume you completely.

“My prince?” Lillen tried again. “Did you listen to your mother’s request?”

Aemond’s thrusts became sloppy as the tightness of your cunt made it almost impossible to keep fucking. Gods, how perfect could you be? The knocking began once again but he ignored as he was finally chasing that feeling. He came hard and long, his hands holding your hips tightly against his as he force you to rotate against him. You grinned down at him, little hairs sticking at the side of your face. You looked glorious and he couldn’t help it and his hands guide your face towards him. His lips demanding to be kissed once again.

“My perfect little wildflower.” He hummed against them, the knocking starting to register on his mind. “My perfect little wildflower is finally satisfied?” He quietly asked you, giving you a small peck, his teeth biting your lower lip. “Or should I continue until your body is satisfied?”

You whimpered at the thought, the feeling of his cum leaking from your cunt reminding you how deep he still was. “I am satisfied.” Your voice was still lost on the pleasurable feeling of having him inside you. “I would die if you continue.” You whispered against his lips, a beautiful smile adorning them.

Your finger brushed away his hair from his face, stopping for a moment at that beautiful sapphire he wore now without any shame instead of the eyepatch.

“My prince? Can I enter?” The voice of Lillen finally made you snap back into reality. Your eyes widening. You gasp as you tried to get off of Aemond and cover your naked form, but he didn’t let you, kissing your nipples leisurely. She didn’t wait for an answer and the doors opened. She gasped as she saw the position of both of you.

“What is what you want Lillen?” Aemond began sucking the skin of your neck, your eyes inevitably closing at the feeling. “I hope it is worth it.” His gaze turned towards the shameful maid at the door, his hips thrusting upwards softly. “Speak.”

“Oh.” Her eyes turned to the ground, not daring to watch the prince fuck you. “Your-your mother is asking…for…your presence, my prince.”

You tried to suppressed a moan against his shoulder, your teeth biting it softly. Aemond almost smile in triumph, knowing that the eyes of others was turning you on.

“What for?” He asked, his hands caressing your back, trying to exposed you a bit more to the wandering eyes of the maid. “As I say, I am quite occupied attending my beautiful wife, as my mother has kindly demanded for a grandchild.”

“I…” She muttered ashamed. “She did…she did not said.”

Aemond hummed. His gaze never leaving the girl. “Is it important? Should I just stop?” He sarcastically asked, finally turning his head to you, seeking for your attention. “Speak Lillen, you are interrupting us.”

“Yes!” She exclaimed as the thin sheet that was covering your ass slipped downwards, finally revealing how hard he was fucking you. “Yes! It is important.”

Aemond stopped his thrusts, you protested but he didn’t listened to them, “How important?”

“She said it was an urgent manner!” Lillen wanted to turn, but she couldn’t, he didn’t give her permission.

Aemond nodded. “Leave, I will be there shortly.” Lillen nodded and quickly left. He let you slowly get down from pleasure, softly kissing everywhere he could reach, he knew how frustrated you must had feel listening to the words of the maid, how his mother demanded his presence. And even he just had fucked you, sometimes it wasn’t enough.

“You have to leave now?” You quietly whispered against his cheek, his eyes closed at the question, not really wanting to leave you in need. His nose traced your jaw. Inhaling your delicious smell after sex.

“You know I have to, when mother demands something, it must mean it is quite serious.” He answered you gently, he felt you sighed in defeat. “You know I hate this as well.”

“What if she asks you to leave once again?” You questioned him tiredly. “What if this time you won’t come back?”

His fingers tracing your spine. “Don’t you trust me to come back?” He questioned you instead. “Don’t you think I will come back for you?” Your head hiding on his neck.

“You must think I a fool.” You mumbled against his skin. “A foolish girl.”

Aemond laughed. “Never.”

At it was expected, his mother asked him to deliver a special message to the Longbow Hall, he didn’t say what it was but with a kiss goodbye, he left on Vhagar, promising to comeback as soon as possible.

The firsts weeks without him weren’t so bad, you often spend your time next to Helaena, exploring the highest grass in search of the most curious insects, it wasn’t how you wanted to spend your days, but her company offered that sense of peace you were searching.

Other times you accompanied the queen, it didn’t matter if it was to just walk or sit in silence, her company, same as Helaena’s, it was comforting.

It wasn’t until one morning, as you were being helped in getting dressed, the maid made a comment about how harder it has becoming to close the dress. You didn’t think about it until more into the night, as you carefully watched yourself on the mirror. Your hands caressing that noticeable bump. You gasped finally noticing how long it has been since you had bled.

You didn’t know how to feel.

“It is not that bad.” The princess tried to reassure you, carefully placing her hands on your belly. “The first few weeks where the hardest for me, but I am sure you could handle it.”

You tried not to think about how Aemond would react, the weeks after you finally realize you were pregnant made you nervous. Letting the queen know was hard enough, what would Aemond think?

“You think he would want the baby?” You asked her, not fully looking at her. Your eyes glued to her twins.

Helaena hummed, her face turning to her children, a soft smile graced her face. “I always thought Aemond would be the better parent from all of us, he always took care of what the family needs, I am sure he would be an excellent father.”

You nodded distractedly. “I guess I am afraid of what his reaction would be, it’s been weeks from his departure, I guess I’m just scared of how he will take this.”

“My mother asked me not to tell you, she wants to avoid the stress for you but Aemond most likely arrive soon.” Her smile widened when one of her twins gave her a flower before turning their gaze away. She gave you the flower. “I believe you would be a great mother, you just need him here to be part of this experience.”

Aemond did in fact came back the next week, when he passed you on the hall, he gave you a smile, carefully grabbing your hand, squeezing it softly before resuming his way towards his mother.

The nauseous feeling came back as you made your way to your room. You began pacing, your arms hugging yourself, not noticing him enter.

He watched you for a few seconds before hugging you from behind. “What happened?” He asked you carefully, his body tired from the journey. “You are nervous.”

You close your eyes, not knowing how to respond at his question, there were a million ways you could answer it but none of them came fast enough. Your hands grabbed his and gently tugged them down pass your breast. He hummed along the way, feeling your body once again, even though it was over your dress.

Your hands guide his against your stomach, the bump a little bit more noticeable. “Feel.” You whispered.

His brows scrunched in confusion at your request. His hands now freely roaming across your stomach.

He felt it.

Aemond stood quietly as his hands rested on your bump, he needed to feel it without any restrain. He took a step backwards, you tried to turn but his hands didn’t let you, so you stood still. His fingers traced the lace that hold your dress together before carefully undoing every knot of it. You help him undress you, neither of you saying a word but you felt the heat of his body at your side, hugging you once again.

In a quick movement, he carry you towards the bed, carefully laying you on the soft sheets. His gaze finally looking at the perfectly rounded bump, still a bit tiny but noticeable. His hands softly caressed it.

You licked your lips and his gaze quickly went to the movement. Inside your head, you pleaded for him to finally kiss you, and as you pushed yourself a bit to finally sit, he didn’t let you. Pushing you a bit until you were laying once again, his forearms taking all the weight. Trying not to let it fully over you.

“Don’t.” Aemond whispered as he lowered his head, slowly, too damn slowly. His lips finally made contact and oh how much you had missed their softness of them. A shiver ran across your body, his touch was electrifying. And even as the fatigue was trying to control his body, he didn’t let it. Fuck, how much he needed you at the moment.

He increased the pressure of his lips, alternating his kiss with some bites and stroke of his tongue. He wanted to possess you once again. You moaned and his tongue found its way inside your mouth, demanding control. Gods how much you had missed him.

Your tongues met quickly, tangled as he deepened the kiss, his hand gripped a handful of your hair and you clung to him, your fingers digging harshly on his shoulders, trying to push away his clothes, wanting to feel him fully.

He backed away for a bit and began to undress quickly, you tried to help but he didn’t let you, pushing your hands away, touching once again the bump before resuming his undressing.

After you became content with his skin touching yours freely, your hands hold his jaw and gently guide him to your lips, his hands wrapped around your thighs, opening them carefully as he prostrated himself completely flush against you. His breath becoming ragged, just like yours.

You began grounding yourself against his cock, losing yourself on the hard feeling. His hand slid up against your ribs until his fingers began playing with your nipple. “(Y/N).” His breath fanned against your skin. You hummed in pleasure. “I need you, I waited far too long.”

His hand left your breast and made its way in between your legs, his fingers working into your slit, you moaned and your hand join his. His thumb circle your clit but you pushed his fingers to enter you. “That’s it.” He kissed you hungrily. “Fuck yourself on my fingers.”

He pushed two fingers inside you, working you soft at first and then harder. Your hips moving alongside his fingers, riding his hand. “Please.” You whispered. “Please fuck me.”

“Not yet, give me what I want.” His thumb circling your clit with more pressure. And before you know it, you began cumming, your tights closing around his hips and he began smiling like a mad man. “That’s it.”

“Aemond please.” You sobbed. “Please, please, please.”

He took out his fingers, bringing them to his mouth, licking away everything. He moaned before kissing you, his lips kissing every part of your body. Your jaw, your neck, your chest, your nipples. Stopping for a moment before kissing softly your bump, his nose caressing it with adoration. Your hands caressed his hair and that brought him back. His way towards what he wanted to taste the most.

You arched your back as he brought your cunt towards his mouth, his tongue flat against your slit, gathering all the slickness your body had produced moments ago. “Sweeter than ever.” He whispered against it before sucking your clit with pleasure. You rolled your hips and he let you, silently encourage you to use him as you needed. Your pleasure was his and he would let you lead this time only.

He began thrusting his tongue as far as he could inside making you bucking against his mouth, gasping for air. He growled against your cunt, taking his tongue out as he suck your clit, his fingers substituting his tongue, creating a rhythm that made you crazy.

You cummed once again and everything around you began to spin because of the ecstasy he made you feel. Aemond kissed his way back up, his hands closing at either side of your head, the tip of his cock nudging at your entrance. “I missed the way you come.” He whispered against your lips, his tongue playfully licking them. “You are loud for me, how I had missed you.” He peck your lips.

Your breath caught at your throat as his words registered in your brain but you didn’t have the time to be embarrassed by your loudness as he began rubbing his cock against your folds, coating it with your slickness.

“Aemond.” You whispered.

He hummed at the sound of his name before plunging into you. Both of you moaned loudly, his head hiding on your neck, your legs wrapped around his waist as he began pounding onto you. His hands gripping your thighs, his teeth sinking on your shoulder, marking you. Your climax was close and you could feel his too, the way his thrusts began to flattered its pace, the way the sounds he tried to suppressed against your shoulder made its way to your ears. You grabbed his hair and tugged it, he moaned and began fucking you even harder.

Your orgasm almost blinded you by the intensity of it and the way you clench around him provoked a grunt of pleasure, his body convulsing in ecstasy as the warm of his seed made its way inside you, filling you completely.

He collapse against you, his face next to yours. “I missed you, my little wildflower.” He kissed you gently, moving away from you, sitting on the bed against the headboard. He tugged you against him and you carefully sat on his lap, your face facing his. His hands dragged you by your jaw and kissed you once again, this time with more softness.

You broke away the kiss as you felt his hands tracing your bump. “I wanted to tell you but…”

“I know.” He whispered against your lips. “I know.”

“I’m not sure how far along am I.” You responded.

“Doesn’t matter, my mother has told me she does not wish me to leave your side until our child is born safely.” He hummed when you place your hand over his. “I wonder…”

“What?” You whispered, not wanting to disturb the feeling of his hands.

“I wonder if she will have your smile.”

You smiled at his words. “She?” You questioned him. “I believe we are having a boy.”

He shook his head in denial, pouting slightly. “I believe you are incorrect, my little wildflower. I believe you are giving me a beautiful daughter.”

“And why makes you think that?”

He maliciously smiled. “Oh, you are having a daughter, my love. Your taste has become even sweeter than before.”

You opened your mouth to object but he didn’t let you as he kissed you once more, and in that moment you couldn’t wait for this baby to be born so you could rub it on his face how wrong he was.

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yorutsuki · 7 days

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「 ✦ Frustrated Pleasures ✦ 」 (SMUT +18)

Boothill x reader

↳ How did it all end up like this? You, on his bed, spread and a senseless fuck doll. The once sly and cool demeanored ranger to a hot, sweaty and panting mess—yearning to get his frustrations out.

[ gender neutral reader; they/them ]

Warnings: Sex, degration, slapping, overstimulation.

Tags: @volliix

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Your sweet moans filled Boothill's ears like music while skin to skin contact filled the roams empty silence.

"God {Y/N}.." He panted, thrusting back in. His cock dissapearing once more into your overstimulated hole—making your nerves feel a overwhelming rippling sensation of pleasure.

Just a while ago, Boothill was as sly and neutral as he always has been and now? He was mercilessly ravaging you like a dog in heat.

Just how did that happen?

Acheron.

Simple as that, you mentioned her name once and just like that, here you were, spread upon the mattress and fucked senselessly by the Galaxy Ranger.

"B-Boothill, s' too much !" You whined out, clawing into the pillow even harder as his shaft touched your sensitive spot perfectly. "Did I say you...can speak, you fucking slut..." He hissed between breaths and thrust, slapping your ass.

Your breath hitched at the painful pleasure from the contact yet ultimately tried your best keeping quiet.

"This.." He grunted, fastening and hardening his pace. "-is what you deserve, ya?" He chuckled before tugging your hair, it acting as a leash of sorts. You moaned out a sob of yes's. "Good fucking slut." He praised with a chuckle, letting go of your hair, moving one hand to your hips and the other to your wrists, pinning them above your head to the pillow.

You moaned out as you felt a deep knot form in the bit of your stomach. "S-shit..you cummin' already?" He panted. You only whinned in response.

He chuckled once more, going faster n' harder, slamming his cock deep into your needy hole—earning a deep moan from you as the knot got tighter.

"I'm gonna-!" You hissed out as your eyes rolled back but felt the pit of your stomach drop as you felt him pull away, leaving your hole throbbing in desperation for the pleasuring feeling once more.

"W-why, p-please I was—I was so close..!" You whined, trying to move your hips for friction. "P-please-!" You were shut up with a small slap to the cheek. "Shut the fuck up." Boothill seethed, "get on your stomach." He demanded, his tone cold and sweaty.

Obliging, you rolled over before you letting a yelp out as you felt cold metal hands lift your hips up. Without warning, you moaned a grunt as you felt him enter back in, filling the empty feeling once more. Without hesitation, he started moving his hips at a quick pace—the knot returning once more.

As he moved he chuckled into your neck. "Your going to be my little fuck doll—rid all of my frustrations, into your little cunt, yeah?" He breathed out, grunting at just the thought.

"F-fuck im close, you are too huh darlin'?" He panted. You could barely comprehend his words. All you could do was weakly nod asyour jaw parted from the pleasure.

"Hell..then fucking cum." He demanded, his pace going faster with every thrust. He could feel you clenched desperately around him to relieve the aching feeling.

"Oh God-!" "If you think God's going to be here, your a mistaken fool." Boothill commented with a chuckle. Before you could even process words, your body seized as you moaned loudly, cumming around his cock—your walls fluttering in a rhythmic pace.

"There we go.." He grinned before fastering his pace to reach his edge—overstimulating you in the process.

"Yes, fuck, fuck, fuck...!" He grunted loudly as he emptied his load within you. His thrusts slowing down until he was emptied out.

Only the sounds of your beating hearts and fast needy breathes filled the room. You were exhausted, your energy had depleted immensely and your lungs still worked to catch their much needed air.

Unfortunately for you, the galaxy ranger was no where near done—his frustration still lingering like new.

Your eyes widened in terror as you felt him roll you over once more before lifting your lower half up to meet with his still hardened length. "Didn't I say you'd be my frustration dumpster?"

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A/N: What the hell did I just write.

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Ok before any miscommunication occurs; yes, i'm a minor. Yes, it does say +18. This fic was supposed to be a little thing to prove to my friend that smut isn't that hard to write and to get clout; a girls gotta do what a girls gotta do 😔 (This is my first time writing smut-) It may not be the best but it isn't the worst..I think-.

This is the only smut fic i'll be doing on this page until I say otherwise. You can think i'm a hypocrite for making this, but any harsh and negative comments will be deleted as I have already explained why this exists. If you need me to explain further, i'll answer questions.

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sanemisstalker · 7 months

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NSFW // KNY characters who take their pussy rare.

CW / Period blood / blood play / degradation/ (DOUMA) reader is viewed as livestock/ BDSM dynamics (Dom+submissive)

DOUMA

-Of course Douma eats it bloody. That's like, his whole character theme.

-I think Douma has a particular fondness, in fact, for bloody pussy.

-He can smell your hormones pulsing with each cramp. You're aching and pleading not to be touched too rough, and Douma is just shaking with excitement.

-he would never. Have you no faith?

-He's certain blood is actually better than your typical wetness. Says you're tighter when you're cramping. His dick slides better in your lining.

-Has an array of things set up to catch your blood for later. He has jars of it at this point. Keeps it on ice. You don't see him use them ever- You just know they're there, and notice when one dissapears.

-The worst part is that he assures you he doesn't drink them. Those would never be for him, absolutely not. He doesn't have leftovers, silly.

-You don't know where your blood is going, or who it's going into, but he keeps you too fucked out to care regardless.

-'Ah- Another one? Did you know, when you contract, You're pushing all the good stuff out of your womb?'

-He's saying this with you sat on his face. You don't quite hear him, and it takes a moment for you to grasp just what he's saying.

-If you knew him better, which you don't, you'd know he's talking about the actual lining of your wall. He views a womb as a particularly sacred delicacy. As if he's eating a holy relic of sorts.

-So of course he'll take whatever comes from it. It's like a cow with milk. When you stop bleeding, he'll eat the rest of you, but you've got quite a bit of life left to live cushy and pampered.

-He believes this bizarre little practice keeps him at upper two after all. Your bloody cunt is the closest he gets to religion, in a way. Women are so fascinating, with your ready to eat buffets for demons, and that dumb little button you have that makes you crave that?

-If he believed in God, he would be sure the menstrual cycle was a divine design, made especially with him in mind. Not only are you lethargic and aching, but he gets to bully you, and you're supplying him food?

SEKIDO

-One of them has to batter you back into submission when you're like this, and none of them seem anywhere near as capable as Sekido. Or as enthusiastic.

-You're a bit nippy during your period. The four understand this much. The other three seem content, in some capacity, to let you run your mouth. Sekido doesn't like being disrespected in any capacity.

-His clones encourage him to behave... not kindly, but mean in other, more helpful ways.

-It's really hard for him to not eat you whole, starting with the meat of your inner thighs. Your moans ground him, but also bring him dark thoughts.

-Would you moan if he started tearing through your flesh?

-He becomes the only one allowed to fuck you on the first day of your period. That's his bull to handle. His pussy to make a mess of. He plays it off as though he's handling an unwelcome task, but he's very quick to deny anyone else the right.

-Will degrade you if you enjoy it even a smidge.

-'Are you moaning? Disgusting! This isn't the time for hysterics!'

-Shocked and amazed when your cramps actually do lessen. Was entirely lying for the bit and doesn't believe you when you say you're feeling just slightly better.

-Is driven to a near frenzy when you cum and a drop of blood slips down to your taint. He's not wasteful.

-He's more upset at how much he enjoys it compared to how much you enjoy it. He shouldn't enjoy something so disgusting, and he assures you he's not, but his lips are covered in your blood, and it's really hard to take him seriously.

TENGEN

-four wives, one for each blood type. He jokes he knows how each tastes and can tell the difference by smell alone.

-Very public about this. Not shy to admit to his tastes. He pleases his wives constantly, let it be known that something as small as blood would never prevent him from such an important task.

-If he sees even one of you cramping, he's got you on the ground or the flat of the nearest surface to fix it. He hates seeing you in pain and will do anything in his power to circumvent it. His tongue is definitely within his power.

-Tells you that his seed really is a cure all, he isn't wrong. The warm liquid splattering up against your sore cervix- It's almost comforting in a way. Cooling, even.

-Loves fingering you, too. Places the softest, warmest hand just barely on your stomach, because it hurts so bad, but you tug it to your uterus everytime. A nice heating pad while he works out all the awful things.

-'Ah, does that feel better? I know it hurts, let your lord take care of it.'

-Such a service top it's almost sickening. Living with the three others, and having you sync up? Tengen has had more than one busy day.

-Will cockwarm you if need be. The sex is gentle in comparison. It can get rough if so desired. After the really bad cramps, he's willing to push aside any mess to let you chase your high.

-His thighs look really pretty covered in blood.

-He's his wives personal fuck toy, and he takes pride in that. Especially if they go from aching and exhausted to cumming and overjoyed. Helps them get back on the job.

-Tengen actually enjoys the blood as well. Thinks it adds a certain- artistic flare to your pussy. And to his dick.

AKAZA

-Eats pussy for his own enjoyment. At your service, hand and foot, 25/8- Does not care what state your vagina is in, he's just grateful to be here.

-A very calm lover. A very calming lover, as well. Doesn't care about taste, smell, visual- barely even cares how he got there. All that matters is that he's doing his job, and he's fulfilling your wishes.

-Such a service bottom it is UNDENIABLY sickening. Zero regard for his own pleasure, entirely subservient.

-See Guard dog and wounded master. Willing to lick the blood from any given wound if he believes it to help. Wishes his spit was healing because seeing you like this is gut wrenching to him. He isn't sure why, but he know it hurts.

-Kitten licks to your clit. He doesn't care if his tongue gets tired. His thumbs massage your lips, keeping your ass elevated at just the right height to make all of it fade away.

-Begs you to come even if he knows how hard that must be given the circumstances. Can't bare to see you in pain anymore than this.

-The head boarders on high. He's chocked you full of any and every pain killer from the time. As it works it's way through your veins, the soft pampering to your pussy becomes borderline overstimulating.

-He thinks you're squirming from pain, so he tries even harder to make it feel better. You can't stop cumming once you start.

-You're in tears under his tongue, and he's lapping up every drop of blood your pussy has to offer. It's euphoric for him, in a way. This was a large point of contention between the two of you. Never wanting to be eaten, and yet being satisfied in such a gluttonous way.

-When you push his head away, he looks up at you with a cakey, pink face. His eyes wide and wondering.

-'Was I too rough?' And when you shake your head no, and your voice sounds all too content, he can't help but smile. With his reddened, cum and blood covered lips, he looks a little too perfect.

-'That makes me happy.'

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shinyrhinestones · 9 months

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Four years

Pairing: Spencer Reid X Fem!Reader. (Implied AFAB).

Summary: The new member on the team had no idea that two of their coworkers were married.

Genre: Fluff, mild smut.

Category: Oneshot

Warnings: Mild smut (still minors dni), getting caught, mention of food.

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Even though you were in a different state far away from you and Spencers home, didn’t make you and Spencer not want to hold each other close. You and Spencer were lucky enough to ending up in the same hotel room. The man you had been married to for some years now. And it can get rough to deal with the cases you and Spencer get to work on with your team. It’s nice to be able to cuddle together before continuing a case. Sometimes you and Spencer want to be closer. Which you did that night.

You were laying on your back, completely bare like your husband on top of you. You rested your hands on Spencers shoulders as he was thrusting into you at a slow pace. He was kissing down your neck and down to your chest. He was letting his warm kisses linger on your already hot skin. Both of your breathing heavy and sweat was already forming on Spencers skin even if you almost just started.

He was holding himself up with his arms on the bed, but he still managed to hold himself as close to you as he could. You also helped with that by wrapping your legs around his waist.

“I love you.” He mumbled against your skin. You smiled just a little at his words. You let your hands move from his shoulder to his hair and neck. Your touch was soft but of course he could feel it. You actually don’t know how you ended up laying on the other side of the bed. Perhaps it was the tickle fight you had before you got more intimate.

But as you were laying in the foot of the bed, the door to the hotel room opened, and Spencer immediately laid next to you pulling the covers up to shield you. Whoever had walked in couldn’t see your face as you were shielded by the footboard. Spencer was leaning on an elbow looking up at the intruder.

“Oh my god, I’m so sorry, Reid. I got the hotel number wrong.” You heard the new agent Emily Prentiss say. You smiled at her voice, thinking of how embarrasing this was. You could see the blush on Spencers cheeks as he forgave her.

She had covered her eyes looking to the side while apologizing. Finally you heard the door close and the light from the hallway dissapear. You laughed immediately when she closed the door. Spencer gave you a gentle smile as you laughed. You cupped his right cheek with your hand and caressed him. “I can’t believe that just happened.” You struggled to say through your laughs. “Yeah..But it did.” He rubbed his eyes. You knew it was late and that he was probably really tired just like you.

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The next morning you noticed how Emily gave Spencer an awkward smile before pretending like nothing happened. Which was probably the best thing to do. Nothing more in that. Luckily you didn’t have to feel that way around Emily for she didn’t get a good look at you. It would have been more embarrasing if she saw you as clearly as she saw your husband.

Around lunch Emily was sitting in a diner with Derek Morgan. At first they had been talking about the case they were working on when Emily had a question that had been on her mind for quite some time since last night.

“Hey Morgan.” She said after a moment of silence. “Mhm?” Derek looked up from his food with a slightly raised eyebrow. “Is Reid popular with the ladies? I just guessed you were the one who was..But last night I walked in on him and some..girl.” She tried to say without cringing at every single word. Morgan was silent for a few seconds before a chuckle escaped him and he smiled at Emily. “Reid is married.” He said lowering his fork onto his plate. Emily’s eyes widened and her jaw fell slightly. “He’s married? Do you think he was cheating on his wife?” Now Emily had known Spencer for just a few days since she had just started, but she already got the impression that Spencer Reid was a good man. She could never picture Spencer Reid unfaithful to his most loved one. “What? No!” Morgan said quickly. “No, he’s married to Y/N. They have been married for like four years.” Morgan said pointing his index finger infront himself.

“Oh god.” Emily’s heart calmed down again as she sighed. She chuckled. She wasn’t that surprised to find out you two were married. She was a profiler and even though you and Spencer were proffessional at work, she could still spot the way you looked at each other and how close you could stand and sit. How he didn’t flinch at your touch.

“Good, Reid cheating? I don’t think so.” She said in a playful tone, before she continued eating. Then you and Spencer walked into the diner together searching for the two other profilers. When you spotted them you immediately headed over to them. “Hey guys.” You said quite joyful as you sat down next to Emily putting your black coat on the back of the chair. Emily and Morgan shared a look before replying. Spencer sat next to Morgan, across you. You and Spencers legs touched and you smiled at him, as you on purpose nudged one of his legs. He gave you a small smile before briefly looking at the menu laying on the table. “What?” You said when you noticed the speficic look Morgan had in his dark coloured eyes. “Nothing.” His elbows rested on then table, his hands waving shortly in the air. You shrugged and looked at Emily who was wearing a similiar expression as Morgan. If you had known that Emily was going on telling her experience last night, you would have foreseen the teasing the others on the team would end up doing later on. But in that stage of Emily still fitting in in this new team she was actually more embarrassed about it. Of course JJ, Elle and Morgan loved to remind the three of you.

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notakoala · 2 months

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Suggestive content in the short story

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Honestly anything is a challenge in your relationship with Katsuki Bakugou. ANYTHING.

At the gym and your burning more calories than him on the treadmill? He'll burn a hundred more than you just to prove he's better.

You manage to pin him down during training? Get ready to be demolished by this train because turns out he 'wasn't using all his strength'.

He gets a high mark in one of his classes? Your studying for hours on end to get a higher mark than him in the next exam.

You've cleaned up more than him? Where did the small specks of dust go? Katsuki Bakugou finished it all. In more time than you, but you don't know that

Going for a morning run? Your both sprinting by the time your back on campus, trying to gain composure after God knows how long you were running for.

Seeing who chickens out first when your at a graveyard by yourself and you run off? Yeah, he'll mention it constantly and laugh about it.

Who's saved more people on a mission? The other gets more somehow.

Katsuki LOVES the competitive side you both have in the relationship. However he does push your buttons even when your mad with him. Or if your mad about something else.

Your currently mad at Katsuki because of recent events where you both said some... Not very nice things to eachother. It ends up leading you back to your room and slamming the door behind you. Thank GOD your on separate floors or he might have gotten up you for slamming the door.

Grabbing your pillow you threw it at the small couch in your dorm. The lights in your light were dim, which made anything on the floor dissapear. Hopefully you don't have homework on the floor, bye-bye to that.

It was a silly argument over you walking to the dorms alone when he was taking forever to get his bag and change his shoes. You told him you were leaving and he grunted back in response. Apparently he didn't hear you and had to talk to 'shitty hair' the whole time who then ended up dragging him to the gym.

You wouldn't have minded about it if it wasn't your freaking birthday. You planned to go out to dinner with him and his parents and then maybe go ice skating afterwards. But when he never showed up you messaged him asking where he was, when he responded back dryly 'Gym'. You lost it at him.

First he had a pissy attitude all day. Then without even messaging he goes off to the gym?

An exasperated sigh comes from deep in your throat, pulling your shirt off and putting on the red sweatshirt he gave you maybe a couple of moths after you officially got together. You were still pissed off but it was warm. And your were cold.

Flopping onto your bed with a thump you checked your pocket for your phone, the unfamiliar feeling of emptiness in your back pocket made you realise what happened.

Your phone was up in Katsuki's room.

Fuck.

A barrage of knocking came from Katsuki's door. He grunted and answered the door with a loud and grouchy voice.

"Knocking twice does the trick you don't have to do it– Oh. Back so soon?" His brows knotted together and he crosses his arms, wearing a singlet and some shorts. A shit eating grin on his face.

You also crossed your arms and pushed right past him, trying to look for your phone and retracing your steps of the argument.

"Where is it."

"Where's what?"

"You know damn well what I'm looking for."

"Not a clue." He still has his arms crossed over his chest, the door was shut behind him but he leaned on the wall. Watching you and where you go in his room. With his stupid grin on his face still.

You turn around still annoyed and stomp your way over to him, glaring up at him before reaching inside his pockets. "My phone Katsuki, give it."

He wraps his arms tightly around you, putting his head on top of yours and chuckling when you fidget in his arms.

You groan loudly and try to escape his bear hug but your both stumbling towards his bed and your getting more and more annoyed with him.

"Katsuki!"

He hums and lands on top of you when your fall back onto his bed, surprisingly softer than usual.

"Who's Katsuki?"

A while back you started only calling him babe if you needed something or was just talking to him in general, a way to get his attention. During your argument you still called him babe but in a harsh tone. When you start calling him Katsuki with an annoyed tone, yeah he'll switch that up real quick.

"Your squashing me."

"Mhm."

"Is that all your going to say." You respond grumpily, trying to shove at him as he buries his head in the crook of your neck, breathing deeply.

"Hm."

Shoving repeatedly did nothing but drain you out and you both lay there still for a minute before his hands grab your sides.

"Off." You respond harshly but he squeezes your sides until your squirming and trying to contain your laughter.

He still has his shit eating grin on, you can feel it against your neck. "Who's Katsuki?" He murmurs against your neck as your trying to squirm free from him.

You don't respond for a few seconds before your giggling uncontrollably, shoving at his hands and trying to get his hands off your sides.

"Babe!" You finally say between laughing and trying to hold your angry composure but it doesn't work and he finally stops, looking up at you.

"Mhm, baby?"

"Give me my phone."

Breathing quickly and regaining your composure you look down at his grin. He's got a look on his face like your forgetting something, and guess what. He's right.

You groan underneath him. "Fuck's sake... Please."

Still shoving at his broad and thick shoulders, your feel him fumble around while he is above your body. Even with the opportunity to flip him over and 'beat' him, you don't. You do want your phone back and that wouldn't help at all.

He showed your phone to your face, and you immediately grabbed for it, but he moved it out of your reach.

"Katsuki."

Your voice was stern and he grinned again, leaning down to peck your lips, which made your cheeks feel hot but it was normal. The familiar feeling of a lightweight object was on your chest.

"Better, whiny?" He said with a chuckle. His Irises connected with your mean expression.

"Don't call me that Katsuki."

"Don't be whiny."

"You forgot it was my birthday, I feel like that's pretty fair." You spoke harshly, flicking your phone open and looking at a message.

"I didn't forget, just didn't wanna hang out with the old hags."

"Yeah cause it's all about Mr Katsuki Bakugou." Evident sarcasm came from your throat.

"Was thinking about that for tonight, special occasion." He leaned down and smooched your neck slowly, passionately. Arms running along yours as you grumbled.

You turned your head away from him. "Not in the mood unless I'm on top."

"Have it your way, it's your birthday."

Not proofread probably gonna make a second part if wanted

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sictkrs · 10 months

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Hooking up with Steve in his bathroom during a party!

warnings: MNDNI 18+. Fingering, semi public? Slight teasing, slight cum eating? I'm really bad at warnings

Smut under the cut! :3

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"Hear that?"

Steve’s voice rang out in the warm, humid air. He hums, a satisfied smirk on his lips.

"She's practically begging for more, huh?"

His breath is warm on your neck as he says the words. A shiver runs up your spine. One stupid bet, and all of a sudden you're in Steve Harrington’s bathroom trying to keep quiet because of the party that rages on without you. Tiny whimpers seem to pour out of your mouth with no end in sight as the slick, sticky noises exit your cunt. He presses a kiss against your neck, his fingers slowly circling your swollen nub.

Your back is flush against his chest, and the palm of his left hand is placed on your inner thigh, keeping your legs spread for him.

"Y'know, for someone who supposedly hates me, you sure seem to be enjoying this," He whispers.

He was right, though. Despite the constant bickering and insults, you felt good. Really good. Embarrassingly good. You let out a whine in denial.

"What's that supposed to mean? That you aren't enjoying this or that you don’t hate me? Gonna need you to use your words, sweetheart."

He teases. He knows you're enjoying this. And you know he knows you're enjoying this because, even if you can’t see his face at the moment, you can practically sense the shit-eating grin he has on.

"F-fuck you,"

You bite back at him. He laughs lightly.

"Keep talking like that, and I might stop. You don’t want that, do you?" he whispers into your ear. You shake your head, no. He presses another kiss against your neck.

"Good girl,"

He whispers. The pads of his fingers speed up against your clit. Your body squirms slightly at the sensation. He hasn’t even put a finger inside you yet, and you can almost feel yourself breaking. Not once did you think that this night would end this way, but God, are you glad it did. Your eyes shut tightly, and a moan leaves your lips. You can feel the bulge of Steve's covered cock press into your ass as you squirm in his lap. You can hear his laboured breathing as he watches your every reaction to his fingers. Slowly, they trail down from your clit, circling your entrance lightly. You let a shaky breath leave your lips.

"Steve..." you whisper out.

"Yeah, yeah, I know, baby," he says. His voice has a slight rasp to it that makes your head dizzy. He dips two of his digits in. A whimper rings out of you. But as soon as that sweet feeling fills you, it's quick to dissapear. He pulls them out.

"Look at that," he whispers in your ear. His fingers shine in the light of your arousal. He separates his fingers for a moment, a long line of your sticky substance evident. Bringing them up to his mouth, he sucks on them once before they exit his lips with a popping sound.

"Tastes sweet too,"

He says this with a smirk decorating his features.

He brings his fingers back to your aching cunt. He dips them back in. He slowly thrusts them in. His fingers are so much bigger and longer than yours. The feeling is euphoric. He curls them in a way that makes you whimper. His eyes trail up your body. Watching the way your hand covers your mouth while the other one balls up into your shirt. He watches as your back arches slightly and your eyes close while he touches you. In his opinion. It's the best goddamn thing he’s ever seen.

His other hand comes over. He starts rubbing your bundle of nerves slowly, but he slightly picks up the pace with his fingers that thrust into you. You moan from the added stimulation; your climax is fast approaching now.

"Steve!" you squeak out in warning.

"C’mon baby. Cum all over my fingers for me. Show me just how much you actually like me."

He says it into your ear, and you can feel the teasing smile that's on his lips. A few seconds later, you feel the pleasure coursing through you. Your head practically goes dumb as you babble out "thank you"s mixed with his name. Steve urges you on the whole time, whispering praises and dirty things into your ear. When you finally settle down, you watch as Steve licks all your essence from his fingers, it's hypnotic. Watching how eager he seems to taste every bit of you. Your chest rises and falls as you catch your breath, your legs still quivering and shaking.

He whispers in your ear again.

"See? I knew you didn’t hate me. How about you let me take you out, and then I can prove how much you actually like me?"

#steve harrington smut #steve harrington x reader #steve harrington #stranger things #x reader #fanfiction #smut #sictkrs:3

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hi! i was wondering, how did eddie *formally* ask reader to be his girlfriend, would he ask roan first?! do you think you could write eddie asking reader out to be officially together?! thank you and i love your work<3

hi!!! let's pretend it goes like this, thank you!! fem!reader

Eddie's curls look really nice today. Sleek and springy, they do a little bounce as he turns to you and offers you a small smile.

"What?" he asks expectantly.

You're waiting to go into the Hawk movie theatre. It's warm and the line is super long. You and Eddie stand somewhere in the middle in light clothing, the sun kissing him all over and turning his pale skin golden.

"Do you think they'll open the doors soon?" you ask quietly. It's the kind of day where you don't feel like you have to be anyone but yourself, no matter how quiet that might leave you.

Eddie nudges you gently with his elbow. "Getting bored?"

"So bored," you agree, wry. You can't bite back a smile as you step a little closer to him, eyes on a long curl at his shoulder.

"Nah, I think they're gonna start letting people in soon. Stick it out. It'll be worth your while." He pretends to yawn and throw his arm over your shoulder.

"I bet." You mean it.

There a lapsing silence. You're not sure if it's awkward or not. It doesn't feel awkward for you; you could spend hours alone with Eddie now and never feel bored, he's that kind of perfect. His freckles and fanaticism, his ever-present wit.

You decide to give yourself what you want and reach for the curl you'd been eyeing up to wrap it around your finger. You're thrilled when it fits, like he'd slept with it coiled around your finger specifically. It's so stupid to think, so silly and ardently affectionate that you cringe at yourself.

"I fucking love your smile," Eddie says.

You let the curl spring free. It's impossible to stop smiling now he's said it. "My smile?" Your smile is more of a grimace, usually.

"Yeah. Best smile this side of the Atlantic."

"And the other side?"

He taps under your chin swiftly. You deign to lift your gaze and meet his eyes, honey browns edged in a thicket of straight, dark lashes.

"Best get over there before I answer," he says.

Eddie looks suddenly and acutely more handsome than he's ever looked before. He's pink with it, your affection, skin glowing and soft, hair perfect and pretty. A long chain dissapears into the loose neck of his tank top. Your eyes search all over him and can't find a single imperfection. Not the scar on his left bicep, not his callused hands.

"Oh, god. I really like you," you confess.

You'd be embarrassed if you thought Eddie cared. He hadn't been weirded out when you asked him on a first date, Roan in his arms with her tearstained cheeks. He hadn't cared when you'd kissed her tiny cut up knees at the supermarket, or when you'd said, Hi, handsome, on your very first date. You keep worrying about being too much and Eddie keeps showing you that you're not.

He doesn't let you down. "I like you more. Fuck, you can't let me have one, can you?"

"Have what?" you ask, laughing.

"One of our firsts!"

"Eddie Munson, what the fuck? Did you get bodysnatched by a teenage girl? Why do you care about firsts?"

He glares at you. Then, sudden, you can practically see the light bulb of an epiphany behind his eyes.

"Be my girlfriend."

Pleasure fills your chest, a dizzying static. You don't gawp, though you easily could, you only smile your awful, stupid, terrible smile — that he fucking loves by the way — and try not to laugh. You're so happy you can't keep it down, giggles bubbling up in waves.

"Yeah, okay," you say. It's more casual than you feel.

His shoulders relax in relief. "Yeah?"

You weave your fingers into the softest curls behind his neck and tap his jaw with your index finger. Eddie's quick to put a hand behind your back and tug you inward. The rose-tint surrounding him gets worse by the second.

"Is that enough firsts for you?" you ask softly. "Or do you want another one?"

He understands quickly what you're asking for, dipping down to share your very first kiss. You've kissed his cheek once or twice and you think he might've kissed your head one time during a short hug, but this is a real kiss.

His lips are soft. You feel him and nothing else, world tunneled into his hands where they pull up your back, almost like he's trying to drag you in closer, and the sigh that he makes as he does. You tentatively, so tentatively, part your lips. The slightest gap.

Eddie pulls away to wade in from a new angle, his own lips now parted in turn. You can't breathe right as you meld against him, hand closing much more roughly than you mean to around his neck and suffocating his poor curls.

He pulls away after a few seconds, seemingly assessing your expression.

"Sorry," you say sincerely, pulling your hand from behind his neck.

He closes his hand, rubs your cheek with the backs of his fingers, fingernails smooth over the slope of your cheek. It's a featherlight touch. You've never been touched this delicately.

"You're sure?" he asks.

Vigorous, vehement nodding. "One hundred percent sure."

He presses his lips together, an obvious excitement. "God, Roan's gonna blow a gasket."

You both laugh and fall into one another. Crazy, how your head fits into the curve of his neck as perfectly as it does.

roan only guest stars but there's more eddie and roan here if ur interested in this single dad eddie

#eddie and roan #eddie munson x y/n #eddie munson x reader #eddie munson x you #eddie munson #eddie munson x reader fluff #eddie munson imagine #eddie munson fanfiction #eddie munson fanfic #stranger things x reader #stranger things fic #stranger things #dad!eddie munson #eddie munson x fem!reader #fem!reader

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‘WILDFLOWER AND BARLEY,

-GOTHAM!EDWARD NYGMA X READER-

⋆ 𝐒𝐘𝐍𝐎𝐏𝐒𝐈𝐒 ; Sometimes you don’t think you deserve him….other times, you think it’s for the best that you stay.

⋆ tags/warnings. GOTHAM!riddler x female reader. SMUT AND ANGST!! reader is toxic, but eddie is too, so its ok. eddy being vanilla but also strangely dominant. guys this fic is FILTHY. also,, part 3 to gotham characters eating you out. takes place with like season 2 eddy, post kringle. Did i write a fic inspired by a Hozier song that isn’t even released yet? yes. readers taking advantage of eddy. but also, eddy is more than willing to give. kind of a character study. im so sorry if i made reader too mean ive had this idea for a week😭

fic requested by @clementine-writes-things <3

♫ “My coffee black in my bed at 3 / You’re too sweet for me. You’re too sweet for me.” Wildflower and Barley by Hozier

You’d fucked up, majorly.

God, what were you thinking?

Edward Nygma, the quirky forensics guy. The loon, as your fellow officers eloquently put it. And you didn’t necessarily disagree. He was certainly a peculiar fellow. He had always a thing for…what was her name? Kristen Kringle. That was it. You’d been working with him for years, watching him moon after her. You could…understand the appeal, you guessed. She had a sexy sixties librarian type of thing going for her. She kept to herself. Maybe you should’ve done the same. She’d dissapeared a few weeks ago.

You somehow landed yourself in the bed of Edward Nygma. You’d been hooking up…For the past two weeks in a row. No judgement, yeah?

It started as a joke. You and the other officers, chatting with beers and obnoxious comments towards the other tools in the GCPD. Jim Gordon…Harvey Bullock. The way the men couldn’t seem to keep their mouthes shut, especially Jim.

Well, you’d gotten plenty tipsy, staying after work. You pummled those beers back like it was your last night alive. And hell, living in gotham? As an officer? It very well could be.

They were all drunk and laughing out of their minds. Anything anyone said seemed overly funny. Especially when one of your fellow cops brought up the name, “Nygma” like the name was it’s own disease.

“You think Y/N could sleep with him?”

“Yeah, Y/N, go fuck the loon. I wonder what it’s like.”

“You think he says riddles when hes cumming?”

“Whats long, hard, and has ‘cum’ in the middle?”

The numerous voices of your “friends” rung out, and in the moment, drunk out if your mind, you too thought it was the funniest thing in the world.

“I could do it.” You affirmed, alcohol giving you the liquid courage you wouldn’t typically have. After the “oooooo”ing from some of your coworkers, you decided, fuck it. Edward was tall, had nice cheekbones, and was smart. You could do worse than a one night stand.

So you confidently marched into that forensics room, high on the dare the other cops had given you.

You found him, looking into one of the forensics mirrors. He was muttering to himself and you snorted. Weirdo. Oh well.

He pushed up his glasses when you two made eye contact. He was sweating, for some reason, in that lanky labcoat and rubber-gloved hands. He stood up straight and went rigid when he saw you.

“Ms. L/N-“ He was about to question, when you rammed your lips onto his. You remember it like yesterday- how hesitant he was. The way he parted for air, breathing wildly at you. He kept trying to ask questions the whole time you were eagerly undressing him. But he didn’t seem to mind your fowardness.

Well, just your luck, that one night stand was the best fuck of your life. The way his cock fitted perfectly into your body, like it was made for your cunt alone. You two fucked on the forensics cabinets, your coworkers in the next room over, and it was exhilarating. Especially when the usually reserved Ed got unusually rough, pulling your hair and smacking your ass just right.

By the time you two were done…you were fucked out of your mind. Pleasantly surprised.

Since then, you hadn’t been able to get away. You told the cops it was vanilla, and reveled in their dismay. But…you came back for seconds. And then thirds. And then fourths. And then you couldn’t remember the last time you woke up in your own bed.

And just as if you were Kristen…he started following you. Your coworkers snickered. You’d see homemade cupcakes left on your desk. You’d catch him staring at you from the other side of the precint. You writhed under his gaze. For a man with not much expirence, he was obnoxiously good at sex. And he was even more obnoxiously good at not understanding the meaning of coworkers with benefits, and not a relationship.

But…mornings like these? You can’t complain.

Taking yourself back to the present, you awoke in his bed. The sunlight of the open windows bled through your eyelids, and you felt yourself smack your lips. You blinked yourself awake, same as you always did. You shifted underneath the covers, which had been neatly adjusted over you. It was infuriatingly comfortable. You let a yawn escape your lips.

“Ah, good! You’re awake!” You heard his voice chime, far off in the kitchen. You looked up, seeing his tall frame. He stared at you adoringly, and you felt your heart pang.

He carried a tray of coffee and breakfast. You sat up. It was the usual morning routine. He made the most exquisite breakfasts for you.

“A necessity to some, a treasure to many. I’m best enjoyed among pleasant company. Some like me hot, some like me cold. Some prefer me mild, others prefer me bold. What am I?” He spoke the riddle quickly.

You blinked at him, tired. You shrugged nonchalantly.

He made his way over to you, swiftly and delicatley placing the tray in your lap.

“Coffee.” He looked a bit dissapointed at your lack of answer, but brightened back up instantly. “Almost black, not quite. 1 Sugar. No cream. Just how you like it.” He noted, and it was in this moment, you felt the weight of your actions. He’d memorized everything about you. Whatever records you liked, he’d play softly. He’d learned your favorite flavor cupcake, and how you took your coffee. Gods, he’d even bought the brand of toothpaste you had at your house, so it was familiar brushing your teeth in the morning.

You squinted, adjusting yourself to the sunlight of the room. Golden. You felt the weight of the tray, and met his gaze. God, it was intense. The way his big, puppy dog like eyes harrowed in on you. Like you were the world.

He was practically wagging his tail, watching you take a slow sip of coffee. He wanted praise, as though perfected it, finally.

He was too sweet for you. You didn’t deserve any of this. But selfishly…you couldn’t resist.

You gave him a small nod in approval, letting the liquid glide down your throat. Damn it, The coffee was perfect.

He positioned himself next to you on the bed, sitting, legs crossed. He looked at you almost creepily, eyes never leaving as you finished your breakfast and coffee. You didn’t say a word to him, but you did listen to him ramble quite a bit. Every now and then he’d ask a casual question, and you’d stay silent, or give him a one worded answer. You’d see his smile falter, but he’d continue.

When you were done, he’d grab the tray from your hands. You let him do the work for you. You liked his bed. He came back, eyes big and bright. He sat once more, looking at you expectantly. You furrowed your brows.

“…What?”

He shrugged, giving a slightly nervous, manic giggle. You cringed a bit, but faltered when you felt his fingertips glide across your thigh.

Oh. Thats what.

“…We have work in an hour.” You replied. The mantra played in your head. You don’t deserve this. You don’t deserve him. You felt guilty.

“I’ll be quick.” He affirmed, peeling the covers back. Oh, fuck it. Who were you to deny him?

He didn’t lie, he was fast. The covers exposed your skin, still undressed from the previous night. You felt the cool air on your thighs and pussy, and couldn’t help it. You caved.

In an instant, he was worshipping your legs, working his way up. He kept eye contact with you, laying gentle bites and pecks into the plush of your skin.

He kissed his way up, tonguing the bite marks he left in his wake. You shivered when his lips hovered over your pussy. He wasted no time. No, he didn’t tease you, he needed to please you as quickly as he could. It was a need for him.

His tongue came into contact with your pussy lips, and you shivered. Instinctivley, you threaded your hands through his morning messy hair, and shoved his face into you. He reciprocated instantly, wanting nothing more than to make you feel good. He licked up and down, tongue flicking gently on your cute little pearl of a clit.

He circles it and taps it with his tongue, saliva dripping and mixing with your juices. His movements are quick and calculated, and he indulges you, body and soul. He hums in pleasure when you arch your back up into him uncontrollably. It’s almost uncharacteristic- the way he switches from being so soft and gentle, to practically making out with your pussy. You feel his fingers dig into your thighs, like he’s a whole different person when he’s mouth fucking you.

Your moaning and shaking, saying his name over and over. Somehow, your getting off to this. To the idea you don’t deserve him. That he’s such a nicer, better, smarter person than you. And although he doesn’t vocalize it, you wonder if he strangely shares the sentiment.

It’s almost like he knows. Like he’s self-aware- of all your selfish thoughts. Like this, him eating you out, him on his knees for you, making you breakfast in bed- is some sort of revenge.

He knows what he’s doing. He’s making you feel awful, guilty for your mistreatment of him- by giving you more and more of him. And you find yourself cumming in his mouth at the thought.

He greedily laps at your swollen clit, overstimulating you. You let out a loud yelp, and he keeps going, only for a few more seconds.

It’s weird. He’s weird. But as you sober up from your orgasm, shaking underneath him, you brush those strange thoughts from your head.

You look into his gentle eyes again, watching him ramble off apologies. You two will most definitely be late to work. You scold yourself. Why would you think such an odd thing? No, he’s a complete sweetheart. Not a degrading bone in his body. You think.

Yet…you still feel the bruises forming on your thighs. And the burning guilt of using him.

You left his aparment in a hurry, driving yourself insane. You seem to convice yourself it was a weird orgasm thought, maybe you’re more kinky than you thought; for some pseudo pyschological self degradtion.

You go to the precint, just as you do every other day. The work is effectively still just as boring and your peers are still just as insufferable.

You’re given a few files by some mysoginistic cop you haven’t aquainted yourself with, who obviously assumed you were the new record keeper. You snort, but decide to take it. You browse over the files, snooping. They are forensic files, and your heart drops. Ah. You’ll have to give these to him.

You enter the forensic room without knocking- at least, you’re about to. But you hear him mumbling to himself, and decide to listen in for a moment. Curiosity getting the best of you.

“You’re too good to her.” You hear him argue with…himself? “You need to show her whose in charge.”

“I am!” He retaliates to his own voice.

“By making her coffee?” He snarls, and your brows furrow. He smashes a file cabinet closed loudly. You jump.

“Yes!” Ed’s voice growls out, fed up. “If you were smart enough to understand-“ He begins, and you’ve heard enough. You enter the room.

Ed looks at you bewildered, and you look at the same. He’s sweating, and his hair is in dissaray. You two make eyecontact and you grimace. What the hell?

You hardly register what he was actually saying, and more that he was having a seemingly very heated conversation with himself. You watch him fumble with his glasses.

“…Ed?” You question, and he snaps.

“What are you doing here?” His voice is quick and sharp. Thats uncharacteristic. You wince.

“Uh, files.” You nod to the papers in your hands, and he blinks, standing up straight. He clears his throat.

“Right.” He recovers, quickly. You narrow your eyes at him, and hum, giving them to him. He’s about to speak, but you rush yourself out of the room, heart pounding.

He is weird. He is a freak. You chime. Your coworkers have been right.

Any shred of pity you had for him has dwindled significantly, and you mull it over in your mind.

Maybe you do deserve eachother, You think. You’re the best he’s going to get.

#x reader #gotham #gotham x reader #batman #batman rogues #batman x reader #gotham villains x reader #batman rouges gallery #dc comics #gotham edward #gotham edward nygma #edward nygma gotham #edward nygma x reader #edward nygma #edward nygma x reader smut #the riddler gotham #the riddler smut #the riddler #the riddler x reader

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Max and Steph roleswap AU where Steph’s the school bully/self-proclaimed God of Hatchetfield High. She started dictating what everyone can and can’t do and who’s cool and who’s a nerd and whether Kyle can date Brenda (the answer’s still no, by the way!) to gain a sense of control. Solomon scrutinizes her every move and doesn’t let her do ANYTHING that might make him look remotely bad and affect his reelection prospects. Her mom dissapeared after winning the Honey Queen pageant (but as far as Steph knows she just up and left). She has absolutely no control in her home life and had to find it elsewhere.

Do you see my vision?? We’d get a sapphic Stephgrace version of Dirty Girl. We’d get Mariah as the villain. She’s the star QB. To impress the high school football obsessed voters, Solomon forced her to either do that or cheer. It turned out she was actually really good at it and she started getting praise and admiration for once (she also gets none of that at home). Between that and being the mayor’s daughter, nobody can stand up to her. Kyle and Jason are her lackeys. Kyle still gets punched in the face for calling Grace a two bagger. Max is around and he’s like “no, I agree with Steph, Grace is kinda cute” he gets decked in the face too because he BETTER not be thinking of asking her out (poor Jason has to carry them both out).

Max is still a jock, but he plays a sport nobody at Hatchetfield High really cares about (idk lacrosse maybe), so he’s more of a fringe cool kid. Not having the power over the school he has in canon, he had to find a different way to cope with his Whole Deal so became more apathetic and adopted a cool/tough guy persona instead. He usually manages to fly under the radar, but Steph does pick on him occasionally - she copes with Solomon constantly insulting her intelligence by doing the same thing to others and Max “I’m so fuckin’ scared of skele-uhns” Jägerman is an easy mark. Kyle usually joins in out of desperation for Steph’s approval. Jason will too, but only when the others pressure him into it.

Max needs to get his grades up or he’ll be kicked off the team, so he cheats off one of the nerds, gets caught and eventually asks them to tutor him. Doesn’t matter which one, pick your poison depending on which ship or friendship you want to be the Lautski of this universe. I’m gonna make it platonic and say Richie because I love their potential friendship dynamic, I love aroace Richie and I love treating friendships with the same narrative weight as romantic relationships. Steph says hell no, the Pasqualli’s incident happens and Grace convinces them all to plan the prank.

Of course, Steph wouldn’t fall for it like Max did. She realizes what they they’re up to almost immediately, but she’s still delighted. She finds it kind of funny and endearing that they thought they could scare her with cheap costumes and creepy music. She likes that they planned the prank to get her to change her ways because it means they still think she has the potential to be good. Then she falls and they do Grace’s bury the body plan, but this is the mayor’s daughter and the police can’t write it off like they do most disappearances in Hatchetfield so they’re hot on their trail.

Also, I’m losing it thinking about how powerful Solomon’s death would be. And how fucking scared Max would be during the summoning.

#nerdy prudes must die #npmd #stephgrace #stephanie lauter #lautity #max jagerman #npmd au #thank you all for tolerating me spamming you with 47472763837 au ideas

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Perversions | Inumaki Toge (18+)

⋇⋆✦⋆⋇ Synopsis: Just as you thought he was you're innocent friend, he accidentally dropped a bomb that would change everything. Turning him into someone full of lust and hunger for you.

⋇⋆✦⋆⋇Tags: Inumaki, Modern! AU, Fingering, Over Stimulation, Manipulation, Pussy Eating, Perverted Inumaki, Pussyjob, Tit Sucking, Unprotected Sex (Wrap it before ya tap it!)

⋇⋆✦⋆⋇Note: I know I created a poll as to who to write for this trope but fucking hell! I wanna write Perverted Ijichi so bad! Nobody will read it but imma still write it soon cause gyat damn! That man is attractive and sexy in all the right places!

It was creepy…

That's what you thought everytime you would notice you lost a few undergarments whenever you were goong to wash your dirty laundry. What's more bothersome is how all the missing undergarments were…

Expensicve and…

Used. Unwashed.

Bothered by all of this, you brought it up to your childhood friend Inumaki. Inviting him over to your place, in the guise of wanting him to keep you company for the night due to the fear of actually having a stalker. "You don't understand, 'maki…It's creepy…" You let out as you voiced your concerns to him, urging him to listen to you attentively as he drank the can of beer you offered him.

"Did you change your locks?" He asked. Looking at him you nodded.

"I did! After that…the only people I would invite is you and the others and maybe a few one night stands from the bar…" You explained, sharp purple eyes looking back at you as he took a sip of his drink with his hands resting on the inside of the pockets of his jacket. Listening to your rants.

You're so fucking gullible. He thought.

Gullible was a softer word to what you were, more like downright stupid for not even noticing it was him who stole all your used underwear, Stupid of you to not notice how they would only dissapear whenever he came over but he can't blame you entirely…He was just lucky you would invite other people over right after him, clearing his tracks perfectly.

As he continued to listen to you, he can't help but subtly smile to himself as he rubbed the pad of his thumb over the white smear of dried cum on your panties that he just stole earlier when you were in the bathroom.

Imagining how your pussy would feel, how wet would you be as he rubbed his fingers over your clit. Would you moan his name? whimper for him? ask for him to use like how he would thrust his cock in his hand with your panties wrapped around the tip of his cock? Just the thought of it alone made him hard.

"Hey.." He called out to you as he walked forward and placed the can of beer on top of the countertop. Looking at him, you raised your brow.

"Gotta go and take a shit, I'll be back." He let out an excuse to which you looked at him with a bothered look.

"Didn't have to know that but sure…" You responded to which Inumaki turned around to head to the bathroom.

But as he took a step, removing his hand from pocket of his jacket…It fell to the ground. Your eyes widening as you saw your red laced underwear, looking up you saw that Inumaki was already staring at you.

"That's…" You started as he bended down and grabbed your panties from the ground before stuffing them in his pockets again, as he then took heavy steps and walked towards you. His height looming over you, making you keep your gaze down to his feet as you avoided looking up at him and noticing a bulge in his pants.

He then gently reached for your hand as he placed the palm of your hand over his throbbing boner. As he felt your hand over his clothed cock, Inumaki can't help but let out a whimper as he leaned forward and placed his forhead on your shoulder, guiding your hand up and down, getting off of your touch.

"Y/N…" He whimpered your name. "Am sorry--nghh-- You'll forgive me right?…" He added as he leaned forward to kiss you on your cheek, you knew what he was doing. He was distracting you but god was it working, You liked the man from since both of you hit your puberty.

You were standing there, frozend and confused. Cheeks covered in pink color as Inumaki continued to rub himself off of the palm of your hand. You're supposed to be mad at him, Look at him in disgust but fuck-- He was making you hot and bothered. Making your pussy clench around nothing as he filled your ears with his erotic sounds, begging you to strip him naked, forgive him for being a huge pervert and mumbling your name over and over again as if you were a fucking god.

"Inumaki…" You called out to him softly. Inumaki slowly lifted his head as he met your gaze, trying his best to give you puppy eyes while his hips continued to move against you.

Narrowing your eyes at him, you pulled your hand away from him causing him to let out a needy whimper. Tears filling the corner of his eyes as his neck and up his face grew in a shade of red, embarassed to how much he just wanted to fuck you senseless.

"Please, Y/N…Am sorry. I really didn't want to, I just needed you so much--" Before Inumaki could even continue his babbles of apologies, you pulled him in for a kiss. Eliciting a moan from as his hands instantly held onto your chest, moving his hand in a circular motion, pushing his body against you and only stopping as soon as you hit the edge of the kitchen countertop.

"'ve been wanting to fuck you so bad…" Inumaki let out in between the kiss before pulling away from and kneeling down, pressing his mouth against your crotch and licking over your clothed cunt. Feeling his tongue, you instinctively gripped onto Inumaki's hair as you threw your head back.

His eyes looking up as he basked in the expressions you were making. Calloused hands moved and gripped onto your hip before Inumaki then grabbed the band of your leggings, pulling onto it and tearing it in half. Leaving you in your black underwear; making you yelp and looking down at Inumaki with wide eyes.

"What the fuck, Inumaki!" You let out at him, Purple eyes meeting yours as he looked at you.

"I'll buy you a new one, I promise…" He let out while pulling your panties aside and lifting one of your leg before placing it over his shoulder as he then leaned forward, sticking his tongue out as he licked over your clit before giving it a soft kiss. A moan escaped your mouth as you lifted your hips a bit and giving him access to more of your pussy, giving him the best view his life could ever ask for.

"Pussy, taste so fucking good…" He praised in between slurps, his fingers prodding at the entrance of your pussy before pushing it in and out of you; making you throw your head back and moving your hips in a circular motion as you helped yourself fuck your pussy on his fingers, all while moaning his name.

Giving your clit one last kiss, Inumaki stood up as he quickly removed his pants. Letting it fall down to his ankles as he caged you against the countertop with his arms on your sides, the tip of his cock; rubbing against your pussy and coating it with your slick.

Inumaki made sure to look at you as he moved his hips back and forth, giving himself a pussyjob. His breathing were rapid and shaky as he whimpered, the sounds of your moans and his filling your apartment as his hand reached to grab you by your chin and making you look at him and only him. Purple orbs meeting your perfectly E/C eyes.

"Baby, please…." Kiss. "Need to fuck this pussy so bad" Kiss. "It hurts…Need to feel you to cum…" He cried before letting go of your chin and lifting your shirt along with your bra before dropping his head down to your chest, giving it kisses before groping one of your tits and sucking on the little nub; letting go of it with a pop as he wrapped his arms around your waist, continuing to thrust his hips and rub his cock against your pussy.

You could feel and hear Inumaki's desperation as he cried in pleasure, tears staining your chest as you then ran a hand down his back before holding onto the cheeks of his ass and pushing his hips further to you, making him let out a moan of pleasure.

"Go ahead, maki…fuck me, please…" You let out breathily against his ear.

Wasting no time, Inumaki pulled away from you as he babbles non-stop thank you's before lifting your body up by holding onto your thighs before pushing the entirety of his cock in you with pure desperation.

"Oh fuck…!" You let out in a pleasurable scream as you felt all of him in you, nails digging onto the skin of his back as he let out a whimper. His thrusts starting slow as he gave you small kisses all over your upper body before his lips finally reached the under of your chin.

"So warm…" Thrust. "And so fucking good to me…" Inumaki groaned, his hips snapping against you as he started to move in a fast pace. Taken aback by his sudden pace, your eyes were wide as you pushed and hit Inumaki by his chest with your head thrown back.

"W-wait!" You choked out in between moans as you tried to break yourself free from Inumaki, his cock; bullying yoru cervix and reaching every part inside your pussy.

"Yeah--nggh-- Taking my cock so good…" He let out in a groan. "Treating me so well and forgiving me…" Nothing but the sound of sex filling the room as he fucked into you senseless.

Feeling a familiar knot in your stomach, you gathered your strength and looked at Inumaki.

"Inumaki!…Wait-- Ah fuck!-- Wait…" You muttered, your hand reaching for his hair as you pulled on it. Hoping he would stop a bit, to which he didn't as he continued to burry his cock in you.

"Sorry…Sorry, I can't-- Just wanna feel you…" He babbled.

"Inumaki, puhleasee--Something's coming out..!" You screamed against the back of your hand as your body then shivered under him, legs shaking as you sprayed all over Inumaki's stomach, causing him to stop and look at you.

Inumaki just gave you a quick smile before leaning down and giving you a kiss as he then coated your walls white. Seeing you squirt all over him was the cherry on top, his lower body drenched in nothing but both your juices.

Pulling out of you, Inumaki gave you a smile as he catched his breath before pushing two fingers inside your cunt, making you whimper.

"S-stop…" You let out in between whimpers as you grabbed onto his wrist. Opening your eyes, you looked at Inumaki.

You felt your body shiver as you saw the dark and drunken look on his face, his fingers moving in and out of you in a slow motion; causing you to let out another moan.

"Let's do that again…" He let out.

#mao {navigation}#jjk x reader #jjk smut #jjk #jujutsu kaisen smut #inumaki smut #inumaki toge #inumaki x reader #jjk inumaki

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facefullofsadness · 4 months

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Can I request Dom!Kazuha x Sub!reader?

my first req raahhh!!! ty for requesting and hope u enjoy it!

content - smut (strap-on, multiple orgasms)

wc - 628

I feel like kazuha is suuuchhhh a soft dom.

she doesn't hold a mean spirited bone in that flexible body of hers. but also, her capacity to gently rail the absolute fuck out of u is crazy. her stamina over the decade and a half of being a ballerina + her endurance training being in lsfm has made her unstoppable.

while I see her being sensitive when touched, in her dom headspace, her only goal is to make you cum, as many times as she needs you to, it's like she zones in on it.

"baby, god im so stressed, can you please help me," you'd say after a long day at work or at school.

"you want help my love? of course," it clicks immediately in her head what you need and zuha slowly lays u down on the bed, kissing you gently but deeply, tongue exploring your mouth and taking your breath away.

kazuha is soft, she's patient, but she's needy too.

her delicate hands trail your sides expertly, leaving no room between you two, your body trapped under hers pinning you down. the soft moan you let out when she presses her knee against ur core, grinding against the friction.

asking for your permission to take your clothes off but desperately ripping them off as soon as you say yes. sweetly whispering in your ear if you want her fingers in your pussy but then sliding them all the way in and pumping immediately as soon as u moan a response. kissing ur thighs gently and warning you she's about to eat you out but then slurping and lapping you up like a thirsty dog as soon as you give her reassurance.

the whiplash is intense, but god does it feel so fucking good. you feel loved and cared for whenever zuha fucks you. even as she grips your hips tightly while ramming her strap-on into your spent cunt after god knows how many rounds she's put you through, she trails kisses down your back and she mumbles praises from her mouth, being incredibly pussy drunk from you.

"fuck y/n, you're such a good girl. you feel so good around me, my love. I want to keep fucking you, let me fuck you forever," she'd mindlessly ramble, skin slapping against your ass as her cock dissapears into your soaking wet pussy.

the moans and desperate pleads escaping your mouth as you grip the sheets and pillows with tears staining your face, feeling exhaustion but so much bliss from the sheer amount of orgasms that have been ripped through your body.

"zuha... I'm... gonna... c-c-cum..." you don't even know if any word you just said actually was real because she absolutely fucked you brainless that your eyes were completely rolled back and mouth hanging open.

all you knew is that you felt another hard hitting climax oncoming and the squelching noises of her strap fucking you and her rapid moaning were enough to send you over the edge, tearing a deafening scream from your throat. your whole body shaking as another orgasm is pulled from you, collapsing on the bed, and body jolting with every aftershock of pleasure.

feeling the cock slowly slide out of you and the spot next to you sink, feeling kazuha's arms pull you on top of her and nuzzling your face into her neck, sobbing.

her hand massaging your scalp through your hair and other hand rubbing your side, "shhhh, you did so well my love."

her kissing away the tears that fell from your eyes and humming you softly to sleep, making sure you had all the time you need to recover so she can fuck you all over again later. after all, her stamina hasn't even been spent yet.

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2smolbeans · 7 months

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Yandere CEO dilf x Childhood Friend Employee x Yandere Buisness Partner Reader (AU)

You want what he wants, but he doesn't want to share.

Based on my yandere CEO & COO story

Tags: Reader is protrayed as a flirty yandere, stalking, mentions of previous murder victims, rivalry, pettiness, the man ABSOLUTELY despises you, implied daddy issues, stalker stalking another stalker, mentions of a dead partner/wife, delusional thinking, thoughts of marriage/making the 'perfect' family.

Note: This is mostly just me writing scenarios/hypotheticals for my ocs-

Just wanted to make that clear! ^^

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Hyun was young and dumb in his 20s and slept around too much. His friends would warn him to calm down, to settle down, or to at least take a break from the multiple fuck buddies. He didn't listen, and still continued to sleep around like the playboy he was. Eventually, it caught up to him when he got someone pregnant. It was an accident, and by god was it the first time he ever felt fear. He didn't love the mother, he had the power and money to dissapear from her life. But he wanted to at least do the bare minimum. So he listened to her, understanding that she wanted to keep the baby, that she wanted at least some help raising it.

Of course, he did everything he could to make her happy. Letting her live at his house, built a room for their baby, spending quality time with her, throwing money at her so that she could relax and take care of their child. He didn't love her, but he felt proud to be with her. She proved the one thing that mattered in his life. That even though him and his father had the same habits, the same mindset, violent tendencies, sadistic urges, and obessive habits.

they were two different people.

One was a cruel sadistic monster who joyfully indulged tortuing his loved ones, while being the most sweet charasmatic CEO to the outside world.

While the other was a cold stoic buisness man who happily beat down his competitors with no remorse, but being the most kindest gentle father behind closed doors.

It was something Hyun felt pride and comfort from. So when she died, he didn't know what to do with himself. They had been together for only two years. Two years, and just like that, she was gone. Now, only 22 with a two year old son, he didn't know how to raise him alone. He had a company to take care of, a son to raise, and nobody by his side to help him. He felt like a mess. It was hopeless.

Except, he had a friend who wanted to understand him. Someone who put him back on his feet and gave him a hand. That reliable somebody who often helped babysit and care for his son when he had to stay at the office for those long hours. A friend that's known him since he was 16, the friend that's been by his side since the birth of his child.

From the moment Hyun "tragically" lost his father to when had his first child, April was there as the supporting him. Always sleeping over, calling him, bringing all sorts of comforting sweets to cheer him up. He's done everything for him. He's the only one he can rely on.

And with the way April so happily dotes on his son, treating them like his own baby. It's given Hyun retrospective on a lot of things.. He'd be lying if he said he was never attracted to him before. God might as well smite him dead if he ever claimed that he never looked at his friend with a certain lense before. But then why did he sleep around? Why didn't he just pursue him and get it on with? Things could've been so different..

At the time, he was confused about his feelings. All he knew was that he was angry and annoyed about those strange thoughts and urges towards his dear old pal, how there was nothing that he could do about it besides hope that it blows over. But now? He knew better. Espically when April had made it clear in the past on how he wanted to be with Hyun..Sending him all sorts of mixed signals..Smiling at him with so much love, being so sweet towards him and his child, cuddling right up to him whenever he slept over.

He was beautiful and so loving. He was the puzzle, the missing part of the triangle. He was the ideal spouse, the perfect parental figure. It was clear as day that he was trying to tell Hyun that he was his since day one. Now that he was able to gather the pieces, finally knowing his final goal to provide the best for himself and his son, you come along. Ruining it all. Smiling all cheerful when you step into the room. Cackling like the witch you are, moving your lips a rat. Hating you was an understatement. He wanted you gone.

If he didn't care about the company, he could've killed you off like the others. But NOOOO. You were important, special. You were a business partner, somebody that could potentially generate more wealth and eliminate his competition if you worked with him. He had to play this one smart. He had to keep you for the sake of the company.

So grinding his teeth together, he smiled at you when the both of you agreed to sign the contract together. At first, working with you wasn't so bad. You were good at your job, diligent with the numbers, and hell, you even got the company on the spotlight for their new launch of makeup. He almost began to like you.

But then you started walking around the employee cubicles, talking to April out of all people. Smirking at him, teasing at him, even daring to put your hand on his shoulder. Hyun's seen the two of you together. He's seen how you've started to dress up more in the hopes of getting his attention. The way you would get close towards his face, just to see him blush and panic. How you would side eye anyone who dared to interrupt your time with him.

It was a constant battle every day. Hyun would be alone with April at a perfect moment, finally having him all to himself while he would ask him out for a nice 'friendly' dinner. For old times' sake. And just as things were about get good- you come bursting through the door. Hugging him and April at the same time, destroying the moment as you rambled about nothing. Grinning while your hands snaked towards his precious employee's chest, whining about how 'lonely' you were and how you wished someone could 'comfort' you.

Ohh he really fucking hated you.

He remembered asking you one time about how you felt towards April during a business dinner meeting. Commenting how he's seen you linger around him on multiple occasions. It was out of character for him, but curiosity the best of him..

"Mhn? He's just fun to play with. It's cute seeing him squirm. But.. I think I want to know him more. I can't help it, I'm a sucker for glasses~"

He wonders how nice you'll look hanging from a meat hook. :)

You weren't too much of a threat so far, just a bit flirty and annoying. You were a bit nosey as well, often staying late into the company quarters. Snooping around in places you shouldn't be looking. It was funny, really. You were so cunning, such the sweet talker - yet you weren't smart enough to think that he wouldn't keep an eye on you?

You weren't subtle stalking April as well. Hiding from a corner while you watched April walk to his bus stop? That was the equivalent of hiding behind a bush. Taking pictures of him while he's not looking with your cellphone? Subtle. Spreading rumours about certain people so that he avoids them like the plague? What are you, a wannabe Regina George?

Everything thing you do in secret, Hyun knows.. Maybe because Hyun was also stalking you while no one else was..A stalker stalking another stalker- the irony. Hyun just wished that someone would just whisk you away. Someone just as annoying, wealthy, crazy, and possessive to distract you from the person he needs in his life.

God, if only he had someone to introduce you to....

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