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phoenixkaptain · 2 years

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Din Djarin and Luke Skywalker are both two men who get progressively scarier the more you watch them.

Like, Luke in A New Hope was baby af. He was a child. Even in the Empire Strikes Back, what a little guy. A tiny fellow.

Then boom, Return of the Jedi, and Luke is smiling and like “Tell these Ewoks that you are their God and that if they do not release us, you will be Angered…” He is in all black, he is missing a hand, he has gone off the rails conpletely. He’s like “How will I tell Leia that we’re siblings? …Oh! I know! Riddles!” Luke Skywalker gets struck by Force Lightning like nine times and still gets up and drags his dad’s lifeless body out. There were moments one might look at him and think, “no, ur wrong, he still babie” but you are the wrong one! He goes into Jabba’s Palace and straight up stands there smiling and threatening him the whole time. He’s standing on a plank over the Sarlacc and he’s still like “So this is how you’d like to play :)” Luke straight up snapped, he got spooky by the end of the og trilogy.

Din Djarin, straight off the back, is kind of intimidating. He is a man in full armour who hunts people and freezes them in carbonite and appears behind their shoulders when they least expect it. But, after Grogu shows up, you probably think “this man is weak to this baby, he will become soft” but no! The opposite happens!

I’m talking about episode 6. The Prisoner. I have wanted desperately to talk about this for days, but have only just found the words to do so. Let me explain.

Din Djarin is filmed and edited like a horror movie villain. Like a supernatural force of evil who stalks his prey. Straight up like a slasher villain out of the eighties. There’s hints of this beforehand, what with Din appearing behind a guy in the very first episode, and the fact that he has been shot point blank (many times) but no matter how many times he falls, he always gets back up. Okay, that’s all fine and good.

But episode 6 goes beyond that. He stalks a bunch if assholes through flickering red lights. He splits them up, he takes them out one by one, and the last person standing manages to get out, thinks they’ve escaped, only to die (technically) at Din’s hand anyway. He is straight up a horror movie villain I don’t know how else to explain it, he is a horror movie villain.

Don’t take this the wrong way. Being spooky and intimidating isn’t a bad thing, especially not in Star Wars! Luke Skywalker and his ability to say terrible things while smiling, Din Djarin and his predilection for appearing right behind someone, these ar egood things. I like these things a lot. I love these. I love that Luke is the cutest little scary fella in the galaxy. I love that Din is the most awkward little scary fella in the galaxy. I think it’s great.

Why do I bring this up?

Well, for one, I have been trying to word my view on Din Djarin for days now. I love this man, I have to mock him or I’ll feel incomplete. And I think it’s a disservice to pretend that Luke isn’t a person who most people in the Star Wars universe think about and shiver. Don’t get me wrong, I love sunshine boy Luke, but he isn’t really like that, at least not by this point in the series. He just strikes me as the type of person to say incredibly dark, deranged things with a blank face, then smile at cute kittens. Luke is messed up, and we should talk about it more because it’s very interesting to explore the various ways he’s messed up.

But for another, I am a big fan of Din and Luke being buddies who go absolutely anywhere and scare the shit out of people. A Mandalorian next to a Jedi Knight? Two people who eat Storm Troopers for breakfast?? Can you imagine how much the fragments of the Empire that are still left are quaking??? Those two would go absolutelu anywhere and the anyone on planet who ever sided with the Empire would give themselves up or run, immediately.

Like, Din singlehandedly took out that whole troop on Nevarro. All by himself, he shot out all of the Storm Troopers and everyone inside and I like to think there are whispered stories about him similar to the ones about the Boogeyman.

Now, I know Luke didn’t actually kill the Emperor and Darth Vader, but does anyone in universe know that? Or does everyone think that Luke not only blew up the Death Star, but he also murdered the two head honchos and came out completely unscathed? Luke is definitely a boogeyman.

I don’t know. Something about two terrifying men walking into a bar full of Imperials only to walk out five minutes later of a bar full of dead Imperials just really fills me with joy. Something about the mental image I have of Storm Troopers fearfully sharing increasingly terrifying stories about these two makes me happy. I like bad people being scared shitless, all right? Sue me.

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bluejeanstrash · 7 months

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vampires pt. 2 | pt. 1 | pt. 3

tags: 2.7k, vampire! seventeen x human reader, 18+, mdni, dubcon, mind control, oral (m receiving), exhibitionism, threesome (mmf) (mingyu x wonwoo x reader), bdsm, hardcore humiliation and degradation (verbal and physical)

wonwoo hates humans. doesn’t think they’re good for anything other than being warm holes he can cum in. he’s not interested in your muffled pleas for mercy, nor does he care that your throat is obviously closing around him — his cock constricting your airways. it’s not like you can push him back; it’s forbidden to touch him.

‘she might choke’ jeonghan muses, nibbling on one of his sharp nails.

‘you think? i think she can take it’ joshua smiles, remembering the last time he made you take it — he had you begging at his feet to stop.

wonwoo’s got his cock stuffed all the way down your throat — bruising your insides, triggering your gag reflex. he’s been holding your head firm with both hands, satisfied groans spilling out of his mouth. you’re not sure how much longer you can breathe and that’s exactly what he’s after. wonwoo loved pushing humans to the brink, allowing them that desperate dose of life at the last second. that gulp of air was euphoric for his human and for him, orgasmic.

he knows seeing your hands start to tremble with lack of air that it’s time to release you. ‘fuck-k’ he groans, watching you gasp, trying to drink in as much oxygen as possible.

‘open your fucking mouth’ you stick out your tongue obediently, feeling faint. there's a sharp inhale followed by a low exhale as he cums, intentionally missing your mouth to cum on your forehead instead. immediately, the room erupts into laughter watching the liquid drip down your face, painting your black blindfold with streaks of white.

he joins in, pushing your head back with a chuckle ‘stupid human’

you stay there, tongue out, kneeling, feeling it run down your skin, embarrassment seeping in. how stupid you must've looked.

‘hold your hands out’ he orders, pulling you out of your thoughts.

you bring them up, palms facing the sky and with a heavy grunt, he squeezes the last bit of cum onto your hands, the thick liquid coating your fingers.

‘thank you master’ wonwoo smirks, zipping up before grabbing your chain and turning you to the audience. he stands behind you, wrapping the chain around his hand, showing you off like he’s your owner.

‘now we’re going to show them a trick. spread’ you sit on the freezing floor, spreading open.

‘you’re going to play with yourself with my cum. show everyone how you touch yourself’

‘fun!’ jeonghan sits up; he loved when something new was introduced to the show. even through the thick blindfold, you can feel everyone’s eyes on you, your nipples becoming hard at the thought.

'quickly. what are you, teasing us?' wonwoo snaps, jerking at your collar.

you bring your coated fingers to your cunt, slowly mixing his cum in with your own sticky fluids, and suddenly there’s that voice in your head again — the one you’re sure doesn’t belong to you.

‘you’re a pathetic human’ it whispers ‘tell them’

‘i-i’m a pathetic human’ you announce making jeonghan cackle at the unexpectedness. he’s thoroughly amused.

‘just look at what you’ve been reduced to. rubbing yourself with my cum as a room full of people watch’ wonwoo’s demeaning words make your fingers move faster.

'push it inside you' he commands and you take two fingers — wet with his cum and your own juices — and stick them in, depositing his seed inside you for everyone to see.

‘such an obedient whore’ joshua praises, his gaze fixed on your fingers ‘does that feel good?’

you nod, whining. it wasn’t so much the feeling as it was how you were being watched right now, exposing something so private to everyone. you speed up, thinking of all the eyes on you but the more you do, the more you want to cum, and you’re never allowed to without permission.

‘can i please cum master?’ you try.

‘absolutely fucking not’ wonwoo snaps, walking in front and kicking your hand away. how dare you ask him already.

‘oh?’ jeonghan notices your fingers which are now soaked with just your juices and none of wonwoo’s ‘she has no cum left on her fingers’ he pouts, no longer finding this fun.

‘come on’ wonwoo suddenly pulls at your collar, dragging you across the floor as you fumble to get on all-fours.

'take her to the bed' a sweet, melodic voice from the shadows suggests.

the bed as they liked to call it was not an actual bed. no, that would be too nice. it was a wooden bondage table with restraints to hold you in place. you, like others before you, were just a slave, there to put on a show and so the dungeon had everything — toys, tools, and contraptions to make sure the show was worth watching.

wonwoo bends you over the table, the hard wood uncomfortable already, and cuffs you — ankles tied to either foot and wrists bound to opposite corners.

‘wonwoo’ there’s a smile in jeonghan’s voice ‘use that on her. she gets soaked. it feels great to fuck’ you can’t see but you know exactly what he’s referring to. accidentally discovered by joshua when you were first brought here, the bullwhip had become their favourite toy.

new slaves were always initiated with a little lesson — mostly to discipline but mainly for entertainment. much to their surprise you had started to gush uncontrollably, cumming at the slightest touch after. unfortunately, they all had to use you and seungcheol was strictly against visible bruises. so they would only use it when he was away.

‘so you like feeling pain?’ wonwoo picks it off the wall, wrapping the whip around his fingers and pulling to hear the tautness. he lets it loose, the tip dragging across the ground.

you can hear his footsteps circle you as you breathe slow. any moment now.

‘at least you know your place-’ there’s a deafening crack as the leather hits your skin, making you yelp, your body jerking forward on your tip-toes from the shooting pain.

‘-and human slaves should always know their place’ he hits you again as you scream out, feeling the sting in your cunt.

you can tell from the way he cracks the whip that he’s done this a million times before. today his lashes are quick and highly controlled — more pleasurable, less punishing. through the haze of the radiating pain, you hear footsteps — light and silent — ones that belong to him and your cunt aches for what’s coming next.

jeonghan saunters over; his bony fingers on your hair, stroking and petting, while wonwoo grazes the whip over your searing skin. you could cum from this alone. you don’t know what it was but the pain of punishment paired with gentle care made your mind go numb and enter that place — one of quiet submission.

‘hit her again. you can take it, can’t you?’ jeonghan coaxes ‘you can take one more. i know you can’

whip. crack. pain. pleasure.

he strokes your cheek with his thumb as it hits, sliding it down to your quivering lips and pushing past them; and like every other time before this, you start sucking on it ‘give her another one. harder’

wonwoo cracks the whip again as you cry out in pain, immediately sucking on jeonghan’s thumb for comfort. your skin, now red and raised, is another lash away from breaking and jeonghan knows wonwoo won’t be able to control himself if it does.

‘i think she’s ready’

wonwoo walks behind you, grabbing your ass cheeks and spreading them open ‘look at that..’

you’re slick with arousal, your cunt glistening with your sopping wetness. wonwoo licks his lips, thinking about how warm and ready your cunt must feel. he needs his cock inside you, and he’s not the only one in the room that does. there’s another vampire, one in the darkness, tugging on his pants, trying to bury his desire.

wonwoo pulls his cock out, stroking himself erect before slapping his hard dick against your entrance. he slides the tip up and down, taking all your arousal and then pushes in, a low satisfied groan escaping his lips as he feels your warmth envelop him.

his cock is thick and long, and you can feel him so deep inside you. wonwoo’s thrusts are rough, each one sharp and selfish. he fucks you cruelly, using you like your nothing more than a fucktoy. it’s honestly a perfect view for the audience — hands cuffed, blindfolded and your mouth wide open as you moan in both pleasure and pain. the vampire in the darkness tugs at his pants again.

'mingyu' jeonghan sighs, bored by his hesitation 'just fuck her’ poor mingyu. he was always so cautious, unwilling to hurt humans without reassurance from his coven.

‘look, her mouth is empty. go. go feed her’

there’s a hesitant silence after which you hear footsteps — heavy and clumsy — as mingyu approaches.

'is it okay?' mingyu’s words cause an uproar of laughter. he was like that — polite — even before killing his prey, but that didn’t mean he wouldn’t.

'he asked you if it’s okay’ joshua repeats.

‘it-it’s okay’

‘okay?’ wonwoo snarls, put off by your answer.

‘tell him it’s a fucking honour’ he grabs you by the hair, pulling on it to angle your face up towards mingyu.

‘beg for it bitch’

'pl-ease’ you stutter, suddenly nervous. wonwoo slides his hands down, wrapping both around your throat and pressing tight so it’s harder for you to speak.

‘beg louder’

‘please stick your cock in my mouth, master. please master, i want to be used by you’ you strain through every word. thankfully mingyu’s not one for teasing. he immediately unzips his pants, pulling out and pressing his cock to your lips as wonwoo lets go.

he rubs his wet tip against your lips, back and forth, before pushing past them. ‘fuc-k’ mingyu whines, gripping the table as he forces his entire length in in one go ‘your mouth is so warm'

and too small to fit him. he’s huge. maybe even the biggest out of all of them and you just can’t do it. your mouth closes around him, teeth grazing his throbbing flesh.

‘oh..s-she can’t take it’

‘she will’ wonwoo leans ahead, hooking two fingers on either side of your mouth to stretch you open. you feel utterly humiliated; imagining just how pathetic you look as mingyu puts his cock back in, letting out a breathy moan of satisfaction.

somewhere in the audience jeonghan smiles, exchanging a look with joshua, knowing they’ll need you in this position for next time.

wonwoo keeps you hooked and starts thrusting, fucking you onto mingyu’s cock. the sensation of two cocks sliding in and out of either end was something you’d started to crave after being used by those two.

mingyu matches his pace to wonwoo’s, both pulling out completely and then filling up your empty holes at once. it’s not just your body that’s stimulated; the way mingyu’s rising whimpers pair with wonwoo’s hard grunts makes your brain buzz.

‘..so good’ you hear mingyu mutter to himself. wonwoo’s thrusts turn harder, his skin slapping against yours, each one making your bruises burn. you moan at the pain, the vibrations of which mingyu feels all over his cock. ‘f-fuck yes’ he whines, getting closer with each moan. you didn’t expect him to be such a sadist, but here he was, pulsing in your mouth.

‘i n-need to cum’ mingyu pants, pulling out and masturbating himself in front of your face ‘i want you to watch me cum on you’ he pulls your blindfold down, feeling his cock twitch as your eyes meet.

‘you’re so pretty’ he whimpers, cupping your face with a hand as continues touching himself with the other. fragile, captive humans were so pretty to mingyu that he could cum just by seeing that helpless look in their eyes.

‘keep looking. right at me. y-yes, just like that’ he moans, his grip tightening around his head. there’s only one thing that could make this moment better — seeing your eyes brimming with tears.

it’s like wonwoo knows and suddenly, so abruptly, there’s a sharp shooting pain as he spanks you, the impact of his palm on your bruises making you wail, your eyes wet with fresh tears. ‘p-perfect’ mingyu moans, pushed over the edge.

‘fuck, i’m going to-’ he cums prematurely, trying to shoot it in your mouth but misses, shooting ropes and ropes of thick white cum all over the place. some of it paints your face, but most spills onto the table, pooling in little pockets. mingyu often came messy like that; especially when he was so eager to.

‘s-sorry’ he apologises — not to you but to the audience for ruining his cumshot.

‘we don’t apologise in front of lowly humans, and look, this will be more fun’ joshua walks over, pulling your blindfold back up before pressing your face flat against the table.

‘now what did we say about manners? you shouldn’t waste your food. lick it clean’ he orders. you hesitate for a second before sticking your tongue out, aimlessly licking the wood beneath you until you taste mingyu’s sour cum.

‘disgusting whore’ it’s nothing short of a compliment for joshua.

watching you slurp mingyu’s cum while your face is covered with more is strangely arousing for wonwoo. he picks up the pace, his aggressive thrusts making your tongue clean the table. ‘dirty whore’ he mutters, angling his hips up and shoving his cock in to reach your most sensitive spot. you squeeze around him so tight, moaning uncontrollably. so he keeps stimulating it, over and over, hungry for more; and a few seconds later you just can’t take it anymore.

‘please master, can i cum?’ desperate words spill out of your mouth without a second thought.

‘huh? you want to cum?’

‘yes, please’ he yanks a fistful of your hair, lifting your head up.

‘ask them’ he points you to the faceless audience ‘ask them for permission’

‘please let me cum, please, please, p-please’

‘what do we think?’ joshua pretends to care but he’s already made up his mind. he has no plans of letting you cum today; he wants your desperation to build so when him and jeonghan are playing with you, it’ll be that much more fun.

‘no, the slave can’t cum today’ jeonghan hums, having the same thought.

wonwoo pushes your face back down ‘see, they don’t think you deserve it. worthless whores like you don’t deserve to feel pleasure, they’re just gaping holes to cum inside’ he grips your waist, pressing you into the table; his thrusts harder, deeper, faster.

‘pleas-e’ you’re desperate.

‘shut up or i’ll rip your fucking throat out’ wonwoo growls, digging his icy fingers into your bruises as you scream, his thrusts now frenzied. the sound of him mercilessly pounding into you fills the room and he lets out a final groan, cumming, a sudden burst of liquid filling you up.

‘fuck’ he groans, pulsing inside you, dumping every last bit of his cum in your hole. he spreads your ass, pulling out as his cum slowly trickles out of you. it’s the perfect cumshot but wonwoo’s distracted by something far more appealing — the red bruises on your ass, so close to bleeding.

he wants you so bad. not yet he tells himself. it would be a shame to not fuck you again.

‘who’s next?’

the rest of the night is a blur. you’re used continuously, cum dripping out of every hole — your mouth, your cunt, your ass — as the show finally comes to an end.

‘you’ve put on such a good show today’ jeonghan praises ‘everyone clap!’

there’s a resounding applause during which wonwoo finally pulls your blindfold off and your eyes dart around the room searching for the one person you haven’t heard a single word from — seungcheol.

‘are you looking for someone?’

you shake your head, quickly dropping your gaze. wonwoo bends, whispering it like he’s letting you in on a secret ‘he left. a long time ago. the moment you pushed my cum into your dirty cunt he couldn’t stand to look at you anymore’ and suddenly you’re wracked with an all-consuming guilt.

he gazes into your guilty eyes, that snarky little smile returning to his lips.

yes, wonwoo hates human but there is one thing he truly loves about them — their useless emotions, and right now he’s elated you’re drowning in yours.

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valaenatargaryensdragon · 1 year

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If requests are still open I’d like to request a fic where Maegor marries Aenys’ second oldest daughter, after his death.

A/N: I hope you like this! Requests are always open!

pairing: Fanon!Maegor Targaryen x Reader

summary: Maegor marries Aenys’ second oldest daughter, after his death.

Word count: 2,5K

Warnings: Angst, forced marriage, a little rape, smut

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You trembled under the heated gaze of your uncle ceasing you up along with your mother and siblings. He had just usurped the throne for himself instead of letting your brother Aegon take it who was currently stuck along with your sister Rhaena in Casterly Rock.

"That crown is not yours to wear!" Your mother glared at him. He only smirked and turned to look at his mother standing stoically beside him. You were the second child of your father and mother being only a year younger than Rhaena and two older than Aegon.

"And it is your child of a son's?" Maegor asked crossing his legs with his ankle on his lap. He looked intimidating enough without having to try with his height and muscles but seeing him with your grandfather's crown on his head and wearing his amor he looked deadly.

"Yes!" Your mother screamed. Your younger brothers Viserys and Jaehaerys sought safety in your arms. You held them close to your body with a hand on each of their backs trying your hardest to comfort them but it was hard when you were scared yourself. Alysanne was in the arms of her wet nurse also shaking in dear.

Your heart dropped when your uncle's eyes trailed to you. His eyes had an evil glint in them that made you want to hurl yourself out of the window in fear.

"Hmmm, I have a solution" He said turning back to look at your mother. She straightened her back as politics took over her mind.

"What could excuse this behaviour?" She asked. Her arms crossed in front of her and her eyebrows pinched closer to one another, she was more Queen Alyssa than your mother in that moment.

"Wed your second eldest to me and I will let you leave in peace" He answered. Rolling his neck a little to look at his mother who nodded approvingly. You took a step back pulling your brothers with you. Your mother turned to look at you noticing the fear in your eyes and the tears streaming down your face already over losing your father. Her gaze hardened however when she looked at your siblings. You begged her in your head to refuse.

"And the throne?" She turned back around to look at Maegor. Visenya's eyes trailed to you, you were young and naive. She would enjoy watching how her son will fair with a wife like you.

"Will go to the heir produced off this union" He answered. He uncrossed his legs leaning forward a little. The maester standing in the corner muttered under his breath of this abomination, first your siblings wed and Maegor had two wives now he wanted to get a third wife who was his niece as well.

"What if one of your other wives produced an heir first?" Your mother uncrossed her arms. She stepped closer to Maegor.

"Mother" Your voice was filled with horror. She was ready to sacrifice you for her own safety and your siblings instead of finding a solution to save you all.

"Hush child" It was Visenya who spoke to you. Your eyes watered even more. Now it was you leaning on your brothers with your arms around their shoulders for support.

"They will be behind our children in line" Maegora assured her. You gulped when his eyes glanced at you. You could feel the cruelty creeping off of him. He was no man, he was a monster.

"Deal" Your mother's voice rang through your head, the sound of diplomacy. Her words echoed in your head as the maids forced you into a dress meant for a Valyrian wedding. Her cold stare made you shiver as Queen Visenya officiated your wedding to your uncle. Her quick and cold hug made you cry before she and your siblings left you to the mercy of your uncle.

"Endure it" Was all Visenya said before leaving you alone in your room. She had helped you change from the ceremonial dress to a sheer night gown. You felt exposed and dirty. Your uncle had forbade the bedding ceremony, saying you were of blood of the dragon and no one should see you in that state.

Your blood ran cold either way when the doors to the room opened and your uncle stepped inside. Your eyes did not leave your own reflection in the mirror as you brushed through your hair. You wanted to stay there and then, imagning it was your warm mother doing it instead of the cold one who had left you earlier that day along with your siblings.

"You look breathtaking, ābrazȳrys" Wife. Your uncle's voice dripped arousal. Your hand holding the comb froze but you kept your gaze on yourself feeling self pity rise in your chest.

"Aren't you going to answer your husband?" He questioned. His large hand rested on your shoulder squeezing almost painfully. You finally found the courage to raised your gaze and look at him through the mirror. He looked the part of a tyrant as good as he played.

"Thank you, valzȳrys" Husband. Your voice was monotone but still you could hear the fear in it. Your mother had told you how it went after marriage, what was expected of you and the act to produce an heir that was very much need being a huge part in the deal between your now husband and your mother.

"Much better, zaldrītsos" Little dragon. His hand trailed down around your neck showing just how big he was and how easily he could overpower you if you even though to disobey. Then it trailed down over your breasts giving each one of them a squeeze, painful enough to make your eyes tear up.

"Shhh, zaldrītsos, uncle will take care of you" Little dragon. He whispered. He enjoyed watching you squirm in pain. His hand trailed down to your middle cupping your cunt. In one swift move he stood up straight and pulled you to your feet.

"Answer me!" He glared heatedly at you. Every nerve in your body twitched with fear.

"Sorry, valzȳrys" Husband. You whimpered. He smirked darkly like he just won a prize. His hand bunched up your night gown and pulled it over your head and threw it some where in the room.

"Much better, zaldrītsos" Little dragon. He pushed you against the wall beside the vanity table. Your eyes widened as he made quick word to undo his his belt and pushed down his trousers. Your mother said it should be in the bed but you were nowhere near it.

"Jump" He ordered. You were confused having never down or seen anything like this. Your gaze was locked on his shaft seeing how big it was, normal for a man his size.

He huffed annoyed wrapping his arms under your thighs and pulled you up and wrapped your legs around his waist. He leaned his head on your shoulder sucking harshly, he wanted to mark you and show everyone who you belonged to. His sucking moved up your neck and then moved to the other side of your neck. You could not help but feel pleasure form the action.

"Uncle" You moaned as he bit down on your pulse point. Fingers running through his short silver-blonde hair the same color as yours.

"Yes, let the whole keep hear, niece" he pulled back to smirk at you. Your eyes widened when he lined his cock with your entrance.

"You're wet" He pointed out. You had not realised that his actions had aroused you. You gulped looking down watching as his head pushed. He paused his movement to pull your head up so you would look at him instead.

"Look at me, keep your eyes on me" he ordered. You nodded loosing all ability to speak from the fear. Your eyes watered as the pain hit you when he pushed fully in breaking your maidenhead.

"It hurts" You cried not daring to take your eyes off of him. A tear rolled down your cheek but your uncle was quick in licking it off your cheek. Only then when he was the one to break eye contact did you allow your eyes to close and leaned your head back against the wall.

"It will go away" He promised, surprisingly gentle. He held you close as he moved off the wall cock still deeply seated inside of you. He laid you down on the bed seeking your comfort. You opened your eyes to look at him with acceptance.

"Move, valzȳrys" Husband. You gave him permission not like he needed it, he could have gotten what he wanted already but chose to wait for you. Maybe this marriage would not be the worst thing you had to live through.

"Oh is my byka ābrazȳrys, needy?" Little wife. He teased. He pulled out slowly eyes never leaving yours. Your hands snaked around his neck and then down his back feeling every muscle there flex under your touch. A moan emitted from your lips as he pushed back in.

"Needy syt ñuha rōva valzȳrys" Needy for my big husband. You found enough confidence to tease him back. He threw his head back as he laughed at your words. His pace also grew faster but not enough for him to be slamming in you but more like rocking back and forth.

"how scandalous byka ābrazȳrys! nyke gōntan daor gīmigon īlē such iā witty byka run" How scandalous little wife! I did not know you were such a witty little thing. He leaned his head down to mouth at your chest. Your nippled pebbled as his tongue licked over them. He latched and sucked hungrily.

"Qogralbar nyke hae ao nūmāzma ziry, valzȳrys" Fuck me like you mean it, husband. Your urged growing frustrated with his slowly and calculated moves. He did not respond too busy sucking on your nipple but he pulled out of you slowly but slammed back in roughly making you cry out.

"Hae bisa?" Like this? He questioned pulling away far enough to see your face. You nodded your head eagerly. Pleasure coursed through your body with each stroke of his cock inside your warm and velvety walls.

"Sepār hae bona" Just like that. You whimpered. He picked up the pace slamming into you painfully but you loved it. A scream of his name ripped through your throat. One of your hands trailed up to his hair needing to hold onto something while the other one trailed down to his bottom almost as if you wanted to assist him with his movement.

"Jurnegon rȳ nyke" Look at me. He ordered, tone growing harsher and more king like. You understood now why Maegor would be a much better king than Aegon or maybe you were just brainwashed by his cock.

"Open aōha relgos sweat ābrazȳrys" Open your mouth sweet wife. You obeyed, sticking out your tongue for good measure. He smirked before pursing his lips and spitting on your tongue. You moaned when you felt the warm liquid touch your tongue but kept your tongue out either way. His hips slammed at a faster pace inside of you.

"Swallow" He said in the common tongue. You obeyed again like a puppet on a string. He groaned feeling his peak closing in on him.

"Valzȳrys kostilus, mirros iksis happening" Husband please, something is happening. Your moans sounded heavenly in his ears. He was sure the entire Keep could hear you two, hear how good he was fucking and how good your cunt was receiving him.

"Cum dōna ābrazȳrys" Sweet wife. Was what made the damn break. Lips touch your ear with each letter, breath tickling your neck and then his tongue licked a strip down to your breasts. His cock hammered inside of you despite your screams of pleasure. Your juices gushed out, squirting onto Maegor's cock, abdomen and the bed, some of it was a pinkish colour having been mixed with your maidenhead blood.

"Ñuha vok ābrazȳrys" My perfect wife. He moaned his release washing over him as well. All his movement stopped and he stilled inside of you shooting rope after rope of his hot seed into your womb.

"Kessa cum isse nyke, nūmo nyke se mazverdagon nyke hōzigon lēda aōha riña, uncle, valzȳrys, ñuha dārys" Yes cum in me, seed me and make me swell with your child, uncle, husband, my king. You moaned feeling aroused still despite squirting only moments ago. Maegor's cock surprisingly did not soften after his orgasm. His stamina was not shocking at all.

"Oh pāsagon nyke kesan, kesan qogralbar ao lēda hen ñuha cum ēva aōha belly swells hen se amount se skori ao jiōragon ziry mirre hen aōha belly would iēdrosa sagon lēda hen ñuha vok zaldrīzes blooded riñar, dōna ābrazȳrys, niece, ñuha dāria" Oh believe me I will, I will fuck you full of my cum until your belly swells from the amount and when you get it all out your belly would still be full of my pure dragon blooded children, sweet wife, niece, my queen. Maegor never imagined that his sweet, naive and innocent niece would be this twisted.

You clenched around him feeling a second orgasm wash over you with only a couple of strokes but it was his words that had made you peak and not his cock.

"Kesan sikagon ao hae naenie heirs hae jaelā, iā gār se olvie tolī lo ao jaelagon" I will birth you as many heirs as you want, a hundred and much more if you wish. Both of your hands were on his ass now pushing attempting to push him deeper inside of you. Your mind was filled with two things only, him and his cock.

"Sȳz ābrazȳrys" good wife. His voice sounded strained, he was still sensitive from the first orgasm and was holding back with all his might to not spill inside of you again until you had reached your peak a third time.

"Fuck!" Your body shook when his finger reached down to your numb rubbing it gently unlike his cock's movement. Your head fell back on the mattress and your eyes rolled back. Feeling possessed and unable to stop the shaking when you felt his hot seed spurt inside of you triggering your third orgasm.

"Īlon're isse syt iā Bantāzma, ābrazȳrys" We're in for a long night, wife. Maegor chuckled. Hums left your lips sounding like growls from your chest as you came down still shaking with each movement. You cried out when he pulled his cock out.

"Iksan mirre aōhon" I'm all yours. You whispered finally having some control over your body. Maegor smirked sitting back on his knees and pulled your hands away from his bottom before leaning back down to hold them with of his above your head.

"Se nyke'll mazverdagon sure tolvys knows bona" And I'll make sure everyone knows that. He grinded his hips against you, rubbing his hard erection against your sensitive hole. Your body jolted at the touch whining with fear and excitement of what was to come.

"Skorkydoso glaesā iēdrosa qopsa" How are you still hard. Your question made him laugh darkly. He leaned down to capture your lips in a heated kiss for the first since this entire ordeal began.

#maegor x reader #maegor x oc #maegor the cruel #maegor targaryen #maegor imagine #hotd #hotd imagine #hotd smut #hotd fanfic #house of the dragon #maegor smut #house targaryen #house of the dragon imagine #aenys targaryen

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gayerthanevertbh · 2 years

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gun down | n.r

requested by anon | hold on i cant do the "this" thing 😂🤦🏼‍♀️ its jealous reader when nat is being casually friendly to a civilian and reader just cocks a shot gun at nat and nat will be like "detka, no hold on NO NOOOO"

summary | maybe you took things too far when you saw natasha talking to some random girl and everything was a misunderstanding.

warnings | gun involved, super fluffy i think, reader just being jealous HAHA

notes | i tried... i really did. i hope you enjoy it though. <3

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It was Christmas Eve when you and Natasha decided to go to a small carnival that was near Central Park. Natasha never experienced her childhood and was so brightened with all the sparkly lights and the toys that she saw when it was all displayed in the area. You asked if she wanted one, but she would shake her head and tell you: I'd rather just look at them. And you would smile and hug her tight, nuzzling your head into her neck.

When it was about time to leave, a lovely civilian approached your wife and you watched them intently as they talked. You were a little distant, but you were there just wondering how your wife would react. The woman was indeed forward and flirtatious, and to you it seemed fun to watch as your wife got all flustered.

"Are you alone this Christmas?" the woman asked, touching Natasha's wrist but the redhead quickly pulls away with a nervous laugh – feeling a lump in her throat when the civilian was dangerously close to her. Never once in her life had she encountered someone like this, it was always her that was forward.

"You seem kind and all that..."

That was it for you and decided to go home alone with a thick coat wrapped around your torso while you had hers, thinking if you should throw it in the street. But that would be too barbaric and scandalous – so you walked back home that was extremely near Central Park.

Natasha shakes her head in disapproval and shakes the woman's hand in kindness, looking around to see if you were there. But as she expected, you weren't near her. The redhead says, "I'm flattered but I'm in a happy relationship with my wife."

The girl was rather baffled, her eyes twitching as she tries to speak: "Oh! I'm so sorry–"

Natasha didn't even let the girl finish and instead followed you back home where there was worrisome inside of her that was roaring out. She was thinking if you were upset by the scene, which was understandable, and couldn't wait just to hug you and let you know that it was all a misunderstanding.

"Baby?" her voice echoes inside the living room, removing her thick leather shoes and kicking them off – gulping nervously. "Baby, I know you're home. Come on now, come to mommy will you?"

You come out swiftly with a silver pistol in your hand, pointing at her with a blunt face as she turns around with a shocking voice and covers her face – realizing that you're the one who's holding the gun, her gun. She gives you a nervous smile and tries to reach for you, but you shake her off with the gun in your hand.

"Baby, hey! You gotta stop this," she asked you with her hands in the air, like asking for mercy – which you find amusing. Usually, you're the one who's asking for mercy but the fact that this woman is even frightened by you is just hilarious and fun to look at. She drags her words, saying: "Little one, please drop the gun. I swear I didn't flirt with her–"

"Lies," you say but not in an angry way – surprisingly and you almost laughed when you hear her let out a tiny whimper. She shakes her head frantically and holds both of your wrists, smiling at you but trembling.

"My sweet angel, you gotta drop it down... okay?"

"No."

"Please?" Natasha begs, bringing you into her arms and holding your wrist that has the gun in your hand. She gives you small pecks on your head, whispering with a sweet tone: "Come on, don't make mommy sad. You know I'd never cheat on you."

Rolling your eyes playfully and you pulled away with a scrunched look on your face, you responded with your voice a little louder than before.

"Are you really sure you weren't flirting with her?"

"I promise my love, I didn't." she reassures you, her smile never fading away, and wraps her arms around your waist, pulling you in with a hum in her voice. She pouts down at you, but you knew she was joking and no matter how much this woman tries to be a badass woman who wears a leather jacket all the time, you see her as this baby that likes to be cuddled. So, you sighed and dropped the gun to the ground – making her smile with a toothy grin.

"I love you so damn much."

You both laughed in exchange and pressed your head against her chest – hearing her heartbeat that thumps on your temple. Moments like this really get you all flustered and blinded, but you like it that way. And she did too.

"I love you more, Tasha."

thoughts? <3

#natasha romanoff x reader #natasha romanoff x you #natasha romanoff #black widow x reader #black widow x yn #a’s oneshots!

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gothghostiie · 1 year

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Sub!Graves x Dom!Reader

✦ Phillip Graves x Gender neutral (Afab) reader

✦ Warnings: Degrading, Pegging, Fingering, Anal, Praise, Overstimulation, tiny bit of bondage and mention of Exhibitionism

✦ Short summary: Graves call his partner his bitch in front of a few other shadows, his partner makes sure he's put in his place

✦ Enjoy <3

It was all in good fun and everything, you, Phillip and a few of the shadows were joking around - until Phillip decided to take it a step too far. He jokingly called you his bitch - the others were stunned but laughing. For the moment you laughed along but got up a few moments later. ‘’I’ll have to get going. See you later, guys.’’ You smiled into the round and left, vanishing to your shared dorm to grab some stuff, then to Phillip’s room. From there you sent him a simple text.

‘’Come here, you have 5 minutes.’’

He checked his phone and a shiver ran down his spine, but he kept his cool in front of his men. No one knew the 2 of you had anything going, it was too risky. After a few minutes he excused himself, making sure it was long enough to not seem suspicious. He knew exactly what was about to happen and he would lie if he said the thought alone made him just a little bit hard. Graves slipped into his room and locked the door behind himself, then turned around to meet your cold gaze. You were sitting on his bed, legs spread slightly and your elbows resting on your knees. It was a few seconds before you freed him from his stare by speaking. ‘’I’m your bitch, huh?’’ You asked, surprisingly calm. His cheeks flushed just a bit as he opened his mouth to explain it, but you stopped him. ‘’Quiet.’’ You said sharply, making him gulp again. ‘’Come here.’’ Phillip walked over to you, standing in front of you, his eyes glued to the floor. ‘’Come on, get on your knees. Don’t act like you don’t know what I want.’’

‘’Sorry…’’ He mumbled and knelt down, his cheeks flushing even more as he did so. His hands were behind his back and he gazed up at you - he was a natural.

‘’You’re a dumb little boy, aren’t you?’’ You grabbed his jaw and held it firmly, bringing his face close to yours. ‘’Or perhaps you just love it when I tell you what to do, hm?’’ Phillip leaned into your touch, halfway closing his eyes as he still tried to hold your gaze. You could tell he was already aching for your touches and everything he knew was gonna happen. ‘’Answer me.’’

‘’Y-yes… I love it when you tell me what to do…’’ His voice was shaky and slightly whiny, perfect as always. He was at your mercy and both of you knew it. You chuckled a little and tightened your grip.

‘’Now that’s a good boy…’’ You smiled, placing a little kiss on his lips. ‘’Take your clothes off.’’ The second you let go of his jaw he followed your order, taking his clothes off and placing them on the nightstand neatly. You watched and nodded in approval, letting him know he’s doing well. The approval alone made his hard cock twitch a little - making you chuckle. ‘’You just live for my praise, no?’’ He blushed and opened his mouth a little, again you cut him off. ‘’It’s so cute when your cock twitches from the tiniest bit of praise.’’ There it happened again, his cock twitched and he looked away in shame. You put your hand on his cheek and cooed at him with faux sympathy. ‘’Aw, your poor thing, are you embarrassed? There’s no need to be ashamed, sweet boy, it’s just natural for you. You’re my good little boy after all, aren’t you?’’ He looked back up to you and leaned into your touch, almost melting into it. His eyes were almost shut, his lips parted as he began panting.

‘’Yes… I’m your good little boy…’’ He whimpered softly, blushing as he spoke. The arousal overwhelmed the embarrassment by lengths, he was already so desperate to be touched by you. ‘’Please…’’ His voice trembled as he got a little closer to you.

‘’What is it?’’ You asked in a teasing manner. You knew exactly what he wanted, but you wanted to hear him say it, beg for it even.

‘’Please touch me…’’ Graves’ was already pleading, his lips formed into a little pout.

‘’You think you deserve it?’’ He opened his mouth to say something, then looked down in shame. He knew.

‘’No…’’

‘’What do you deserve then?’’

‘’Punishment…’’

‘’Beg for it.’’ He looked back up at you and took a deep breath, swallowing the last bit of his pride and leadership.

‘’Please… Please punish me, I deserve it.. I need it…’’ He looked up at you with the sweetest puppy eyes he possibly could. It almost made you feel bad for what you were about to do. Almost.

‘’Aw… How could I say no to those sweet eyes?’’ You smiled at him and got up, grabbing the bag you brought with you as you went behind him. His hands were still behind his back, making it much easier for you to tie them together. He shuffled his wrists around a bit as you admired your own work. ‘’Too tight?’’

‘’No, just right.’’ He gave you a soft smile over his shoulder, you gently smiled back and placed a kiss on said shoulder before standing back up.

‘’Get on the bed, lay on your back.’’ You ordered, he followed. He struggled just a bit with getting up but eagerly laid down and looked over at you, almost like a dog - it was an adorable sight. ‘’Stay.’’ You turned your back to him and began stripping down, his eyes were watching eagerly - until he saw the belts of the strap-on hugging your hips. His stomach dropped and he wasn't sure if he was afraid or excited; or rather what of both was more dominant. You turned around to him with a smile, letting him see the strap that was slightly bigger than what you usually used. Both, fear and excitement grew in him as he eyed the thing intensely. He gave you a tiny nod to let you know he was okay with it, your sign to get on the bed with him. ‘’I’m gonna make you my bitch.’’ With these words you pushed his legs apart and back to his chest, he couldn't do anything about it. With a quick motion you put a pillow under his hips before admiring what’s yours. ‘’So pretty…’’ You mumbled, running your fingertips over his naked skin. He shivered under your touch, whining softly - again his cock twitched. ‘’All mine…’’

‘’All yours…’’ He whispered back, smiling at you. You couldn’t help but smile back at the man, he was just too sweet sometimes. Yet, this was a punishment after all. You quickly grabbed the lube you brought and let some of the cold liquid dribble on his hole. He gasped softly and tensed up, you caressed the backside of his thighs.

‘’Shh… It’s okay, baby…’’ You whispered, making him relax at least a little bit. His breath trembled, he whined loudly as he felt you pushing a finger inside you. ‘’Relax…’’ You cooed, still caressing him with your other hand. Phillip’s cock twitched at your words and the feeling of you slowly stretching him out, the sensation felt incredible to him. No matter how many times you fucked him, it felt overwhelmingly good to him - today you were gonna make use of that. You slipped 2 fingers inside him, stretching him out as he was already falling apart under your touch, frowning and moaning at the slightly painful pleasure you were giving him. He let himself go right away, not even trying to resist his punishment a little.

‘’Please… need more…’’ He couldn’t even form full sentences anymore by the time you had 3 fingers inside him. How on earth could you deny his wishes? You gave him a firm slap on the ass as you pulled your fingers out of him and instead began lubing up the strap. He looked over to you and watched in anticipation, keeping his legs to his body by himself. There were already drops of precum running down his cock, he was already so close. You pushed the tip against his aching hole, looking into his eyes. ‘’Please…’’ That was all you needed. You slowly pushed inside him, making sure to let him feel every inch that stretched him out.

‘’Just like that, take it…’’ You whispered, causing more precum to dwell at his tip. Phillip whined loudly, digging his nails into the sheets underneath him as he tried to keep his last bit of composure. You pushed the last, slightly thicker bit inside him at once, causing him to cry out.

‘’So deep…’’ His voice was trembling, he sounded like he was about to cry. You knew that look and you were glad to go on. After a few more seconds you began moving, slow but firm thrusts, making him gasp for air with every time. He had his eyes shut tightly, his mouth wide open. The more he got used to it, the faster you moved your hips, fucking him good but making sure to not hit his prostate yet. ‘’G-gonna..-’’

‘’It’s okay, cum for me baby…’’ You wrapped your hand around his cock, jerking him off in the rhythm of your thrusts. Graves’ hips jolted up into your touch, he moaned out loudly as the cum spewed from his cock. He was groaning, his legs were shaking but you quickly pushed them back to his body. He looked up at you in shock as he realized you kept on thrusting, already overstimulated. No matter how many times you fucked him, he only seemed to get more sensitive with each time. Little teardrops formed in the corner of his eyes as you pushed inside him harder, his mouth hung open wide. The noises that came out of his throat were loud and obscene, he completely lost himself in the pleasure of your touch.

‘’T-too… much…’’ he pushed out, you just shook your head. His eyes widened in shock. ‘’Huh?’’

‘’You’re gonna take it… Like the good little bitch you are…’’ His cock twitched again at your words, he cried out and threw his head back. It was a lot but still bearable - until you purposely hit his prostate. He almost screamed out, the tears began flowing. He looked at you with pleading eyes as you began abusing his sweet spot, all he could do was take it. You grunted as you thrusted hard and fast, hitting it with almost every move. ‘’Taking me so fucking well… You’re such a dirty slut…’’ Again, his cock twitched, you could tell he was on the edge again. ‘’What would your men think if they saw you like this, huh? Their big, strong leader, taking my cock like a little bitch… You’re my bitch, aren’t you?’’

He sobbed loudly and nodded furiously. ‘’Y-yes, I’m your bitch…’’ He cried harder, cumming all over himself again. His body was twitching and shaking as you forced a second orgasm out of him, only now slowing down until you finally pulled out; leaving his hole gaping.

‘’You’re such a good boy…’’

#call of duty #graves cod #phillip graves #cod graves #cod modern warfare #cod mwii #x reader #cod x reader #x gender neutral reader #gender neutral #nsft #cod nsft #cod mw2

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romanticwealth · 5 months

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I, I will say yes.

Toby Rogers (1st Person POV)

Content Warnings - mentions of killing, implied manipulation, self loathing, torment, and the breaking of limbs

“How many will die? I will die.” - Cassie by Flyleaf

I sit in front of the boss, head bowed in shame. Fuck up one time, shame on me. Fuck up two times, even more shame on me. Shame shame shame— it’s all I know at this point. Humiliation is enough, having failed a mission before. But today was worse. I wasn’t prepared and was overpowered by the person I was supposed to kill. Thankfully, my partner finished them off for me.

But that doesn’t make up for the embarrassment I felt afterwards. I continued to feel it even as the both of us walked back here.

Now I’m in here. For being weak. For not being strong enough in that moment. Again, this isn’t my first offense. This is the second time this has happened. I feel so pathetic as the boss asks me to raise my head to “look” at him. I sigh, hands and feet trembling. I feel a lump in my throat. I know he’s not going to go easy on me like he did last time.

Hell, saying he went easy on me last time is being a bit too generous to this fucking monster.

“Tobias,” his voice rings through my ears. My lips tremble as I force out a “yes sir” in response. “I don’t know what I’m doing wrong,” he says, obviously disappointed. I can’t respond. I don’t know what to say. He sighs, one of his “tendrils” going to lift my chin up— just to get a better look at him. He has no face, but if he did, I know he’d look like he’s about to kill me. I bet he is planning to kill me— someday, somehow.

But he can’t. He knows he can’t. He needs me. He tells me that every time he sees me. And he tells me it even though I’ve fucked up already. The thing with this monster is that he doesn’t take kindly to mistakes. Yet here I am. Still alive, and still working for him. It’s worse than the death penalty— I’d rather have that than this.

“You’re my best worker,” he says, “but I’m tired of you fooling around. I don’t understand why you don’t take your job seriously, but all I’m going to say is that it stops now. I truly, truly don’t want to have to hurt you,” he stops at the word ‘hurt.’ He seems to be thinking. I gulp nervously.

“But I will do what I have to if need be.”

That phrase makes my heart drop into my stomach.

“I do take my job seriously, sir,” I say, still trembling in fear. He could kill me right now if he wanted to— but he won’t. It’s like he’s tormenting me. Reminding me of how much of a failure I truly am. “I promise I do.” I add on. The monster tilts his head, seemingly asking me if I’m being honest.

“I’ll do better next time— I promise I will,” I whimper. “I promise.” I reiterate.

The monster sighs as his “tendrils” snake their way to my hands, wrapping around my wrists. I’m breathing heavily at this point— is he going to kill me now? Is he going to scream in my face? Is he going to render me useless by destroying my limbs— starting with my arms? I gasp nervously as my hands are lifted above my head, subsequently lifting me into the air. My feet dangle above the ground as I look down.

Again, he has no face. If he did however, I know he would have a look of anger. He’s angry— I know it. I can tell by the grip he has on my wrists. “S-Sir,” I mutter. “Please p-put me down.” I plead. At this point, I begin to kick my feet in desperation. This isn’t how I want to go out. “Sir,” I whine. “Please put me down.” I plead again. I’m begging. I’m begging for mercy. I’m begging for him not to kill me.

“Please,” I plead one last time.

With that, he finally speaks.

“Do you promise to keep your word?” He asks. I quickly nod, “yes! Yes I promise to keep my word!” I exclaim. “I promise I promise I promise!” I cry. Tears fill my eyes as I struggle against his grip on me.

“I’ll be better sir— I swear! I’ll be better!” I repeat. It feels like I’m begging a serial killer not to kill me. Isn’t that ironic?

“Do you swear on it?”

Oh give me a fucking break.

“Yes! Yes, I swear on my life that I’ll do better! I’ll be better! I swear on my fucking life!” I cry, tears falling down my cheeks. With that, he finally lets me go. I fall to the floor, landing on my foot. I can’t feel it, but I know it’s broken. The monster places his folded hands on his desk, acting as if he didn’t imply he was going to kill me just a minute ago. “Head to the infirmary and get your foot fixed up. You can’t work with a broken foot after all.” He says.

I work my way onto my non-broken foot and limp out of his office, my face a mess of dried tears. I’m whimpering as I reach the infirmary door. As I get checked in and sent to a room.

I hate my job. I hate my boss. My job is the worst thing that could ever happen to someone.

I wouldn’t even wish it upon my worst enemy.

#creepypasta #ticci toby #toby rogers #slenderman #slenderman creepypasta #man fuck slenderman #im so tired #blurb #fuck that’s more content warnings than I’m used to lowkey #Spotify

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white-poppie · 1 year

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Eyes burning in the Sun

Request: can you please do a Kurapika x reader. the reader helps Kurapika fight the phantom troupe and even ends up fighting one of them. (This is my first time I'm sorry if I mess up on anything I also read the rules multiple times.)

A/N: Ohh nonnie, don't worry you didn't mess up anything!! I am so happy that you read the rules ahaha ( you are so adorable omg my heart-) Hehe like I would leave any opportunity to write for 'pika dearest.

Genre: Friends to Lovers! (first-time writing non-established relations xo) Warnings: extreme violence--be warned, reader is a specialist, too mush floof

"I am going on the hunt with you this time!" you slammed the door, causing him to flinch and spill his green tea on his shirt. You were the one always lecturing him about taking care of himself and yet you disturbed one of his only moments of calmness.

"The what, now?" he blinked, dazed.

"I wanna help you in hunting the phantom troupe this time," you huffed causing Kurapika to drop the tissue in his hand and look at you concerned, he walked up to you before any questions left his mouth.

"Absolutely not!" he commanded.

"I won't be any hindrance to you!" you pouted making his resolve tremble ever-so-slightly.

"It's not about being a hindrance, Y/n!" he paced around his room, "its about your safety, I can't let anyone else dear to me get hurt, no, not again!"

"Kurapika!" you kept your hands on his shoulders, "I am fine, stop worrying, geez!"

"Oh-I" he quickly fixed his tie and cleared his throat, "I apologize."

"Please let me help you," your eyes softened, "I am concerned about you, that is why I want to accompany you, I think you are fully capable of handling them by yourself, but my mind is restless--please let me come with you."

He gulped and averted his eyes, "fine, you may."

"But if any situation comes where you are in danger, flee immediately!"

Kurapika should've known better than to trust you to flee in the face of danger.

"Twenty meters and Sixty degrees clockwise from your current position," chided through the device, "Machi, she is alone, you can catch up to her."

Kurapika rolled up the sleeves of his white dress shirt and looked at the direction you pointed. You were hiding behind some alleyway, a device in your ear and binocs in your hand, spying at the troupe.

"Isn't it suspicious how only one member is there?" he mumbled.

"It is..." you whispered, narrowing your eyes and before one could say knife, there was a hand around your mouth. Your eyes widened in fear and a muffled shriek automatically left your throat.

"Y/N?" Kurapika asked concernedly, but before one could say knife, he was struck by Machi.

"Focus, chain bastard," she hissed and he had no choice but to oblige. First he had to deal with the issue in his hand and then look after you.

You looked around to see a short man holding your mouth, eyes widening in fear as you recognised him to be the cruellest member of the troupe: Feitan.

You did the most reasonable thing anyone could have done.

Scream? No.

Cry? No.

Beg for mercy? Absolutely Not.

You...bit his hand.

Now listen, it might not be the most ethical tactic, but as long as it works, right?

Feitan hissed as he realized his grip from your mouth. You kicked him where the sun doesn't shine and made him double up, gasping in pain.

"You bitch!" he snarled wildly, landing blind hits on you, which you were able to dodge. You took advantage and twirled him till he was facing the wall, in his weakened state, you grabbed him by the back of his neck and slammed his face into the wall.

His head hit a gross splat and you were sure it was enough to keep him unconscious for a while.

Making an escape from the alley, you ran towards Kurapika.

You weren't shocked to see Kurapika and Machi having a fair fight. Her strings were invisible when they wrapped around his forearm, drawing blood from them as he hissed in pain.

And you swore to heavens you never wanted to shave someone's hair off so bad in your life.

You took a pocket knife and snapped her string, giving Kurapika enough time to wield his chain of justice and pierce it through her chest.

That was what you thought...until your head was hit with something cold, forcing you to fall on all fours, groaning in pain as warmth trickled down your head.

You turned your head to see Feitan smiling sadistically, your vision tunneled from the impact.

"Y/N!" Kurapika shouted. God, it was their plan to make him unable to move. He was driven between killing Machi and saving you from Feitan.

Heh, you knew better than being a hindrance, "k-kill machi," you stuttered out, "I'll hopefully buy you enough time until then."

"Y/N-" his voice died in his throat as he shook his head to rid of the haziness.

You got up hesitantly and stared into his dark eyes, how menacing.

"Why do always attack from the back?" you asked, crossing your arms in front of you. He blinked in surprise at the casual conversation you were channelling in the middle of a fight. You looked at Kurapika, he was holding out quite well.

You slowly moved a little towards the alley while glaring at him and the poor guy didn't know how to react. You leg finally came across the metal rod you were looking for, instantly grabbing it, you charged at Feitan but he was quick to dodge.

You huffed as you swing again, landing a clear hit on his arm. It might have seemed like an unneeded move, but it was necessary to connect your nen-channel on his arm, one of the weakest points of the body.

Your nen was concealed through In, but your ability was versatile, you could connect your aura through a bullet and fire it and it would successfully attach to the person, or you could use a knife and stab, even physical attack worked as long as you make contact with the target, one way or another.

But Feitan was cunning, he knew you motive and was ready to cut your aura nodes. You panicked and quickly and uttered the command, "Kaze!"

A sharp gust of wind snapped his arm in half...the scene reminded you of Heaven's Arena when you were watching the fight of Hisoka.

He groaned in pain as you looked over to see Kurapika, win as Machi retreated from the fight. He groaned in anger as she ran away, but his legs gave in due to tiredness.

You turned to face Feitan but he was gone too. Groaning in irritation you walked up to Kurapika and sat on the ground with your back on a wall.

"Hah, they ran away," he ran a hand through his gold locks, shutting his eyes tightly in despair, only to be met with a soft weight on his shoulder.

You kept your head on his shoulder, knowing well that you would die of embarrassment when you snap back to reality, but right now you wanted nothing more than his embrace.

"I am so glad you are alright," you laughed hoarsely, "I was so scared when I couldn't see you, I thought maybe-maybe-something might go wrong on your side or mine."

He leaned onto your touch, pushing back your hair from your forehead with dried-up blood.

"You promised you would run away," he moved away and looked at you, gently holding your hand and bringing it to his face. Heat rushed onto you as you bit your lips.

"I am sorry, I cannot leave you alone, can I?" He smiled and kissed your knuckles and you couldn't help but embrace him tightly.

He was quick to melt into your touch, "so uhm...do you want to go on a date with me?" He asked hesitantly and your tightened hug was all that he needed for an answer.

IM SO SORRY IT TOOK ME SO LONG TO WRITE THIS AAAA

Im sorry nonnie, hope you are not mad at me, I was having such an intense burnout TwT

I love pika shoo mush ommg uhuhuhu

Tags: @denkis111, @jazzylove, @lordmypantsaresocool, @futuristicallykawaiiturtle, @kristaline2dmensimp,@rintaroubby @nanaseishiro @innerpurple,

𓏲 🥀 Occasional Critters ▒ Wonderland's citizens ▒ The red king's rules

Hunter x Hunter (ハンタ x ハンタ)

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broadcastbabe · 3 months

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His Take • Part 3

I dry your tears and promise it won’t be the last mutual orgasm we have today. You are too delicious to resist and so willing to pass the time gratifying each other while waiting for roadside assistance to arrive. It’s been over an hour, and we’ve made the most of it, despite a sudden downpour that drove us inside our rental car. Your gloved hands barely conceals your ruby throbbing lips, oozing with my excitement from moments ago. Yet we still want more. I must beg for mercy and recovery time from the thunder storm of our own making. I free your pert little breasts from your front-clasping bra as another incentive and I comment on how they seem good enough to eat. I realize you are caressing your sensitivity below and the gloves are glistening. You gaze into my eyes, and bring the fingertips to your lips to suck on them, provocatively, then thirstily, going back for second helpings. I’m mesmerized by your increased arousal as you taste our mixed flavors. A heady musk surrounds us in the enclosed space and I’m compelled to kiss you for this seductive display. I taste us on your lips and deepen my kiss. As I succumb to the allure, your drenched fingers gather more nectar to encircle your taut ruby nipples. I watch, hypnotized, as you react to the self-stimulus, as you frost them for my consumption. My thirst has grown for this bodily concoction, and I nibble to clean them as you gasp in response to the sting of my over-zealous feasting. My fingers have joined yours to gather from the abundance and I trace your trembling lips to coat them like a pale lipstick for my further kisses. Your moans are an urgent encouragement to return my fingers below while I kiss you deeply, all exploring tongue and groans of my own. I tug at your lips with my teeth while easing my fingers deeper past your swollen folds to enter your juiciness with every intention of making you cum. The animal sounds are feral between us, however my thirst is not quenched. I offer my dripping fingers to your own thirsting lips and you latch on to nurse them like an all day lollipop. I slide down to seek the addictive flavors at their source and my first tongue thrust is so profound it knocks you breathless. I use its squirming inside to resuscitate your ragged breaths into deep guttural satisfaction. I am consuming gulp after gulp of my own load with a gusto I couldn’t have imagined. The circumstances of this new delicacy will make an indelible mark on my sexual appetites going forward. I can sense the force of your approaching orgasm in your quivering and the distinctive tastes I’m consuming. Your wet gloves grasp my head and play with my burning ears as you acquiesce to my every worming probe. There is a moment before you let go, that can be likened to the eye of a hurricane. Still, eerily quiet, content in its stasis as the stealthy forces find their way from the periphery to deliver the havoc and chaos. Deep inside, I deftly wag the tip of my tongue to open a significant threshold and my mouth is flooded with your cumming, ferocious and unrelenting in its cascades. I suction and swallow as much as I can as I withdraw to witness your glorious vibrating reactions. I kiss you again in my delight to share your own flavors from my recent inhabitation. Another aftershock ripples through your dainty frame and I feel a vibration in my front pants pocket announcing another delay from AAA.

#polka dots #dark stockings #lace gloves #automobile

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sorcerous-caress · 5 months

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"Beg"

The command made him shutter; Minthara's body flush against his back, hand pulling his head to the side, her voice raspy in his ear.

Jaheira between his legs, sinking onto her knees with his cunt laid out in front of the Harper. Her breath cooling the slick coating his thighs, Her hand stroking his waist as she begins to kiss his inner thigh, drawing out tiny shudders and mewls.

She’s not being slow nor methodical about this, letting hunger drive her down closer to his core nipping at the soft flesh there, sucking harshly along the way;

With the fervor of a women that has been denied for too long.

Another sharp tug of his hair pulls him away, back to his ilhar.

Her lips shift from his ear down to his throat, stopping occasionally to linger at any draconic scales she finds.

" Ilhar.. Varsh, please have mercy.." he croaks out.

Voice trembling as Minthara's tongue curls across his throat. Her teeth graze the skin, and he tenses in preparation for pain. It doesn’t come, however. Just the slightly too hard pressure of teeth gliding across his pulse point, and then shoulder.

She pulls away and clarifies.

"Mercy? Oh, please this is an indulgence ssindossa"

She growls it against his ear, making him tremble harder. She pauses before continuing, but she’s also nibbling at the ridges of his ear. He mewls embarrassingly loud, she chuckles and continues.

"Enjoy this while it lasts, because after this you'll have to serve, cry and pray for every drop of affection I'll give you from now on."

Before he could respond, he chokes on a cry that fades out to a sharp keen. A warm, soft tongue brushes over his folds, Jaheira had apparently taken annoyance at his lack of noise.

He tries to follow her face, but her vines hold strong. keeping him firmly rooted.

He sobs

The sounds pour out of his mouth as she devours him, voice becoming embarrassingly pathetic. She groans against him, causing another stream of cries

An unintelligible garble of Tirsu, punctuated by pleads for his Varsh.

She dips her tongue against his hole, he still can't buck his hips. moans are flowing together as a heat builds in his cunt. The pressure is becoming overwhelming, muscles tightening...

Then she stops and pulls away.Throughout the entire ordeal,He didn't seem to notice the second spell Jaheira was casting until he felt it.

Thick tendrils gliding across his cunt, Jaheira let's out a low moan as the tendrils slip deep inside.

Then he realizes that she can feel him through them.

It was gonna be a long night.

-githzerai anon

I finally finish this wip, it's been sitting in my notes forever. Not satisfied with it but it's nice to complete it. Sorry for any typos/grammar. Now I'm going back to writing angst

That's really beautiful, anon. I'm happy you shared your work with me, and we got to add to it and see it become a full story.

Here's my last addition too, this was a really fun experience <3

The hours blend into one another as they pass, the woods were ever cold and mercless at night.

But not for him, all he could feel was the blazing heat of Minthara against his face. Her wet folds grinding against his eager tongue and pushing him deeper inside, making him taste her pure lust.

"Swallow it all down, I do not want to see a drop wasted." Her harsh pull on his hair drives him deeper as he helplessly gulps down. Eating his ilhar out like any good boy should.

Even then, he couldn't focus. His brain stopped working long ago. All he could her besides Minthara's orders were the embarrassing squelching sounds of thick, smooth vines penterating both of his holes. They were relentless and merciless as they pumped in and out of him, dragging against his insides and pressing against his sensitive spots.

Jaheira had a feral look in her eyes, it must have felt as overwhelming for her as it did for him. She kept littering various bites between his thighs and marking his hips and stomach, controlling the vines with a glowing green light omitting from her hands.

Minthara would lean backward, pressing her hand against the bulge on his stomach and feeling the vines going in and out of him. Toying with his insides and making him squirm underneath her as she kept riding his face.

At one point, the vines were going fully out, leaving his glistening holes empty and gaping, before plunging back in and making the pain and pleasure wires in his brain cross.

Another hour went by, the sun was already up.

The vines have vanished by now, Jaheira having exhausted her magic. Instead, she cradled his upper body against her chest so gently as if she wasn't driving him to tears and loud cries an hour ago.

His varsh offering her breasts to him, making him look her in the eyes as he sucked on her nipples. Shame and embarrassment burning through his body as Jaheira caressed the top of his head, pushing him more into her breasts and cooing at his reactions.

"It's fine cub, let me take care of you." Her voice was confident, soothing, reliable even. It was hard to resist her, hard not to fall to sleep as he nursed and sucked on her chest, fresh tears staining his face.

But the soft embrace of sleep was tugged away from him as a harsh slap against his behind made him jolt awake in Jaheira's arms.

"Awake." Minthara lifted his lower body into her lap. His ass and wet holes on full display for her judging eyes as she spread him open, examining and inspecting his oversensitive parts.

Both of his mommies sitting on the floor in the forest. All he could do was obey stay on his stomach, spread out on top of their laps.

His sensitivity was so high that Minthara merely spreading his folds open with her two fingers was enough to get him wet again. Legs fully shaking and jumping at her slightest touch.

Aware of it or not, he kept sucking his Varsh's breast for comfort. Yet each time he would close his eyes for more than a blink, another slap against his plush ass made him jolt awake. His skin slowly reddning the more this kept going on, Jaheira merely tuted at him for disobeying his Ilhar and being a very bad boy.

"She is only trying to clean you, cub." A tender kiss on his forehead as Jaheira wiped away his tears.

Minthara didn't deny it, she kept running the cold cloth against his skin and wiping away all the dried cum and dirt. Paying speical attention to his holes and making sure nothing is left inside.

By the time it was over, he was too exhausted to keep his eyes opening. Fully surrounding to sleep as he felt himself being carried against strong arms. Minthara letting him bury his face into her neck and held him tighter.

"These clothes can't be salvaged, they are ruined beyond repair." Jaheira spoke as she walked next to her, holding the remains of what could be described as a mockery of githyanki warrior outfit.

"Throw them out." Minthara slowed down her walking to make sure not to wake up the sleeping githzerai in her arms, "we need to replace them with easier access clothes."

Being praded back to the camp, naked and snuggling deeply into his Ihar's embrace.

#♡Githzerai anon #♡mommy kink #♡Minthara #♡Jaheira

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veyalexsa · 2 months

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Why can't I get Rosalyx out of my head-- Well, anyway-

𝄞𓍢ִ໋🌷͙֒

Becoming a victim of human trafficking was not something little Rosalyx could have predicted. The little girl received many torments, one of which was the number 111 made on her hand with the cigarette fire of the person who sold her. Even so, you won't be able to see the tiny burns that make up the number because of course Rosalyx doesn't want to show them. In addition, she received a large burn on her left face that left her left eye white and her skin blackened from being burned to a crisp.

Until little Rosalyx was sold at an auction. She was bought by someone named Diamond who managed to buy her for 150,000,000 Credit. As the cage opened, Rosalyx hissed, preparing for the bad treatment she might receive from her newest owner. However, what she faced next took her by surprise.

"Can you stand up? Come on, we'll treat your wound."

That's when her life changed.

Carried by the man named Diamond, little Rosalyx looked up, reading the signboard of the Interastral Peace Corporation with some confusion.

Diamond was willing to be little Rosalyx's father, but Rosalyx couldn't think of him as anyone. Diamond was just a person Rosalyx knew, nothing more nothing less. Even so, Rosalyx obeyed Diamond. She accepted the education to enter the IPC by Diamond.

For example, now. Diamond looked at the big man begging for mercy at his feet because he was in huge debt. In that house, there was only that man left because three of his friends had been killed by Diamond for getting in the way of his work. Meanwhile, Rosalyx was behind Diamond, peering at the man begging for mercy. Her small body trembled with fear as she watched Diamond kill the previous 3 people.

"Rosalyx, can you help me to kill this man?"

Rosalyx's eyes widened, she gulped. "Y-yes."

Diamond was happy to give Rosalyx his gun. The man looked up at Rosalyx with pride, as Rosalyx put the gun to the head of the man in deep debt.

"I'm sorry, Uncle."

BANG!

"Done," Rosalyx stared at the corpse in front of her expressionlessly. The girl pressed the communication device in her ear. "Tell Diamond that I'll be back at the base in five minutes."

Rosalyx wiped the blood splashed on her face. She put the empty pistol into her belt pouch, turned around, and left the scene with her face expressionless. There was no emotion in her eyes even though she had killed 7 people on the spot.

Back in her office, Rosalyx found Aventurine leaning against her desk. "Aventurine? What are you doing here?"

"I was waiting for you," Aventurine snorted, approaching Rosalyx with a scowl on his face. "Where are you going? Aren't we on a mission to buy a casino? You said you'd come with me."

Rosalyx fell silent. "Ah, Diamond sent me on a small mission. I'm sorry."

"Ugh, that person," Aventurine sighed. Then he realized something. His hand reached for Rosalyx's face. His thumb wiped away the blood left at the corners of Rosalyx's lips, Aventurine snorted. "Small mission, huh?"

Rosalyx flinched. "A-ah, sorry."

"It's fine," Aventurine shrugged. He put on his trademark hat and glasses, then grinned. "We go now, yeah?"

Rosalyx nodded. "Lets go."

𝄞𓍢ִ໋🌷͙֒

#hsr oc #honkai star rail oc #honkai star rail #hsr x oc #aventurine hsr #aventurine honkai star rail #what the hell #she's emo

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saga-project · 7 months

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💓- A memory about their friends

Eugh. Everything on him hurt. It was just after the first ritual they'd done to remove the empyrean, and he'd woken up in the separate room off of the med bay that they'd confined him to just in case one of his withdrawal fits led to him becoming violently aggressive, and....everything hurt and he was itchy and he wanted his brothers and--

Cain froze. April was staring at him from the corner, her expression unreadable. Shit. Shit. He....he'd fought her surrogate brothers. Not entirely, really, he hadn't been the one in control, but he had still fought them. And he had no idea if they'd bothered to tell her about the entire Rakshan and empyrean situation, or whether she viewed it as some kind of personal betrayal towards the olive branch that she had started to extend towards him. He'd heard stories of what happened when you betrayed a human's trust, how white-hot and all-encompassing their rage could be when given half the chance, and he half-expected--

He needed to run. She was moving closer and he needed to run, but Cain found himself hunkering down in his bed instead, fighting down the urge to let out the distress chirp that was building in his throat. Should he run, beg for mercy, try to go for his bo? Something, anything other than just sitting here and making himself an easy target--

There were hands on his shell. Cain yelped softly before realizing, looking up in alarm at the gentle scratching. April smiled gently, words soft, like she was trying to soothe a startled pet. "Your hands kinda twitch when your shell's itchy. I figured--"

"S-" His voice came out as a warbling croak, and Cain had to clear his throat to continue. "S-shouldn't you hate me?"

"For what?"

Cain gave her a sidelong look--one that would hopefully convey the are you fucking stupid, perhaps message that he was ever so politely keeping unvoiced. "Fighting your surrogate brothers? Or generally trying to."

"Nah. Leo and Raph explained what happened to me. How it was kinda outta your hands."

He jolted slightly, in spite of himself. His brothers had done that much for him, after everything? "O-oh."

"Sorry if the scratching isn't...I know you're hurt. I can--"

"No! No, I mean. Please keep....I....I would like it if you--" Why was his voice trembling so much. And why was there sudden dampness on his face. Had he injured himself somehow, during the last fit? Was he bleeding? "I don't think I c-can be alone right now. It....it hurts. It hurts so much. And I don't w-want them to hate me, but I need them here. And my shell itches and-"

Oh. Well. He was crying. This was awkward.

"Sssssh. They're gonna be back soon. And we can do something about the other thing, right?"

"Mmmhmm--"

April started scratching at his shell again, before he could think to stop her, and Cain leaned into her, finally breaking down. Sobbing like he hadn't since he was a child, in the great heaving gulps of someone who was trying desperately to put themselves back together but couldn't be half-assed to try. He didn't understand this. He didn't understand this. She would have had every single right to kill him right then and there. To eliminate a potential threat to the ones she cared about. But she was being so gentle instead, and he didn't deserve that--

He could feel the chirps rising up in him, and he tried to hold them back, choking on his tears--

"Hey, Don, it's alright. Feel how you wanna feel, okay? I won't judge."

That broke the dam. Amid another sob, he started chirping, clinging to her like a mutated koala. Chirp! Ch-ch-chirrrrr. Chirrrrrup! Prrrt prrrt prrrt--

And then words came to him a minute later, desperate and cracked and pleading. "Please don't leave. Please? My brothers like you, I....besides that, you're the first....human friend I've ever had. I didn't know that felt so good. I've never had a human just care about me like that. I don't want to....I don't want that to go away. I know it's selfish of me, I know, but please-"

"You really think I would just leave?" April's voice sounded annoyed, but thank god, it appeared to be in a mocking way. "I'm friends with your brothers."

"I don't know, okay?" He hadn't meant for his words to come out that sharp, but he pushed on anyway. "Everything I thought I knew about the world is wrong! And I've never really had friends before! I don't know when I'm messing up or-"

"Don." She laid a hand on his shoulder, then, waiting until he could bring himself to turn in her direction before speaking again. "I like you, okay? And I know this whole situation wasn't your fault. So you don't need to worry. Okay?"

Cain forced himself to take a deep, shaky breath, words coming out a bit steadier now. "....okay. And I'm.....sorry for being such a dumb dumb to you at first. I just-"

"'S okay. I get it. I mean, not exactly, but I get it."

A beat of silence. And then--

"....I would be agreeable to more scratches."

"Yeah, knew that was coming. Get over here, tough guy."

#rottmnt rp #sep!donnie #roleplay blog #(no replies please!)

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sunnyjae · 2 years

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my roommate [part two] ♡ yjh

MINORS DO NOT INTERACT. I put my smut strictly under the smut tags on here to protect you guys so don't open anything with a warning like this one. Please.

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pairing ♡ jeonghan × fem!reader

pervert!jeonghan | roommate!jeonghan | dom!jeonghan | non-idol!au | fem!reader virgin!reader

warnings ♡ corruption kink, virgin kink, pantie fetish, descriptions of cunnilingus (giving and receiving), sort of possessiveness, depictions of cum eating, filthy dirty talk (like really filthy), descriptions of creampies, squirting, humiliation (Jeonghan is really mean in this one), degradation, praise, dacryphilia, unprotected sex (brief cockwarming), cursing.

summary ♡ in which your roommate exposes a dirty secret he's hidden since he began living with you.

word count ♡ 3.2k

author's note ♡ this one's really filthy. I warned you 🥰 I’ve actually been suffering through a lengthy Hoshi brainrot recently so I hope the energy from that going into this pays off haha

part one | part two

Jeonghan swallowed hard. His blood rushed to his neck and ears, making his skin turn a flushed shade of rouge. You breathed in sharply when he set his dark gaze on you, taking two slow and calculated steps towards you. The musky cedar scent of the cologne on his skin and tee made you dizzy with heat.

"And I'm going to be straight up. We're honest with each other as roommates. No pretence. No bullshit." he affirmed, closing in on you with hazy eyes. It should be illegal or at least punishable for you to be this cute, he thought.

You sucked in a hasty breath, one that failed to make your voice tremble any less under his hard stare.

"I know you took them."

Just when Jeonghan was prepared to get his ass beat, have the police called on him, and be ready to hibernate and never show his face at Christmases, Halloween parties or birthdays, you broke the news.

He didn't know whether he was more or less terrified of this moment than the previous situation.

What Jeonghan did know, however, was that he was embarrassed. He was mad, and yet he let out a laugh in disbelief.

"So let me get this straight," He leered, fully caging you against the fridge at this point. Fuck. "You let me run around like a fool, like a complete idiot, while hiding the fact I took your underwear. You consciously watched me embarrass the shit out of myself and didn't fucking say anything?" He was angry. And for the first time he expressed his fury.

You didn't know whether you felt aroused, or whether you should use this wrong moment to silently celebrate that he'd finally shown his true emotions. His voice reverberated gruff in the kitchen.

"Well," you gulped, looking up into his eyes. Jeonghan's hot breath wisped over the side of your face, and suddenly you noted he was a lot closer. "I was going to confront you about it,"

"And why the fuck didn't you?" he breathed out a laugh, this time more humorlessly, enjoying the sight of you squirming at his mercy when he leaned that tiny inch closer. "You like making fun of me, huh? Making me seem like the whore in this apartment when you're the one running around with wet panties, drooling at the sight of me."

Mind blank from the mean comment, all you could do was open and close your mouth, letting nonsense spill out. "I didn't-"

"Don't talk back to me," he reprimanded with a hot whisper, pressing his nose into your cheek, breathing you in. He still hadn't touched you and yet he had you rubbing your thighs together impatiently. "Lean over the fucking counter. Right now." He leaned back a little to give you a long and intense stare, bobbing his head in the direction of where he wanted you.

Jeonghan positively couldn't handle you sometimes. The amount of self-restraint he had to assert himself to was beyond him and all he wanted to do in this moment was bend you over, be the first to make you feel good, have you beg, fuck his hardness and all the cum he has filling his balls into every single one of your tight holes, make you struggle to walk, and leave you crying just like that.

He promised himself that, from now, he wouldn't let you go anywhere without fucking you first.

You felt your eyes blur and you bit your lip anxiously. "Yes, Jeonghan." he watched you tremble and shyly glance at him once more before spreading yourself face-first over the kitchen island.

Your slick had nowhere to go but gather in your underwear, making every movement of yours be accompanied by filthy wet sounds.

Before Jeonghan could move to join you, it was like the Gods were trying to stop whatever was going on with the two of you.

Your front door swung open with a quick woosh and an excited Joshua stumbled in. He'd just finished his grocery store run when he decided to stop by your place with some snacks. After all, when it's cold and icy it's best to not be alone. "Guys! I'm staying over at yours tonight-" He stopped in his tracks taking notice of the scene, dropping his snack bags. His level of enthusiasm significantly lessened as he tried to calculate the gravity of the situation. "What's going on?"

You shot up, eyes widening. Your roommate, meanwhile, opted to hide the tent in his sweats by standing behind a chair. "Joshua, I think you should leave." His blunt response left his friend confused and Jeonghan sighed impatiently.

"But I just got here," he pouted, head tilting.

You clapped your hands a few times to take the attention away from the melancholic Yoon Jeonghan behind you, who was incessantly tapping his sock-clad foot on the floor as he waited. "We were arguing," you pressed your lips together at the half-lie, a wave of guilt surging through your belly as you considered rejecting your friend's advances to hang out.

"Yeah." Now smirking, Jeonghan moved to hide himself behind you. Radiating pure heat and tension, you felt his body brush against yours, but not enough to really feel him. "Bad timing, Shua." He added with a tsk.

"Well…" Joshua straightened, glancing between the two of you with an accomplished yet pleading smile. "You can argue another time, can't you?"

Well, theoretically you could, but you don't think Jeonghan could handle any more of this. The man's balls were bluer than the dishwasher tablets on the counter next to him. Behind you, he cleared his throat, probably only just realising this shambles of a situation. "Very, very bad timing, Josh. Sorry." He shrugged.

"How did you even get in?" you asked incredulously, Jeonghan nodding along with you subconsciously.

"You gave me a key," he smiled, dangling the set of keys in front of him. What a sweetheart you thought. He really could be adorable sometimes - the perfect addition to your dynamic with Jeonghan. "I'll be quiet if you guys are busy - you won't even know I'm here!" He promised.

"I'm sure we will-" Jeonghan started before you slapped his arm with a sharp whisper. "Don't."

Jeonghan felt his nostrils flare.

"I think you're testing your luck," he raised his brows and crossed his arms as an impending warning. You were definitely going to get shit for hitting him like that.

"Hm?" Joshua perked up, eyes on the two of you in anticipation.

"Give me your underwear." Jeonghan outstretched his hand and you gave him a mortified look to hide how aroused you were.

"Get settled, Shua." you went to pat the sweet boy's back and help him out of his long parka jacket and scarf, turning to Jeonghan again. "You." you pointed at him with a single finger. "We need to have a chat."

Now in his room, you were essentially stuck between a rock and a hard place.

"Are you out of your mind?" you spat, swivelling to hastily leave the room. You were stopped by a hand on your wrist, and internally spewed curses as a way of calming your raging hormones.

"That wasn't a request." His hand extended towards you further and you actually considered it for a moment. The somewhat blank expression on his face paired with his blown-out pupils had you quivering in excitement.

But shit. You would have never said anything if you knew he'd act up in front of your mutual friend. Josh was so, so nice and he never created trouble - he was the one to thank for your arrangement with Yoon Jeonghan anyway.

"I understood what you said," your eyes rolled and his grip tightened on you, your breath faltering embarrassingly.

"I fucking hate your attitude." Blunt. "I bet you get off on having wet panties too,"

"N-no,"

"No?" he smirked, switching his body weight to his other foot. "How many pairs have you soaked through, then?"

"Don't ask me that," you whined, a scary mixture of turned on and embarrassed. You found yourself glancing down at yourself.

"So fucking dirty. Filthy." he cursed, eyes rolling back into his head at the thought of smelling you like that. Jeonghan groaned and closed his eyes at the image: your desperate cunt covered by that thin baby pink silk, begging to be smelled, touched, eaten out until you can barely stand. He felt overwhelmed at the idea of actually having you for himself, to have a first taste, a first proper sniff of you like he spent his free time beating off to and his night times dreaming of.

You imagined Jeonghan folding you in half on the bed, bending down and- before he knew it, you'd freed yourself of his grip and mounted yourself on his bed. Ass fully out, t-shirt barely covering anything at this point, you wiggled around to attract his eyes back to you.

He was entranced by you, and clumsily stepped closer, "I'm so fucking wet Jeonghan." You whimpered, showing the glistening patch of pantie, now stuck to your centre and asshole, pretty folds pressing through the material in tiny rolls and bumps along the apex of your thighs. He braced himself and breathed in slowly, eyes fixed on that treasure covered by the material.

He felt himself breaking, and you were pulling him apart piece by piece.

"You gonna let me?" he groaned, kneeling behind you, cock hard in his boxers once again, this time an ache settling in his balls from the amount of times he'd stiffened in the confines of his clothes.

"Yeah," you whined, feeling his breath on your asscheeks.

He leaned in and pressed his nose into your crotch, fully immersing himself in the moment. Jeonghan breathed in once, twice, thrice and almost came. "Fuck, this is so hot. You smell so fucking tasty."

No matter how disgusting it seemed, how dirty it was, he was thrilled. You shuddered at the feeling of the tip of his nose digging into your pussyhole, your wet folds spreading around it perfectly, just like they would if you were to sink your cunt down onto his cock, lips spreading, stretching, just to fit his girth.

"Please, Jeonghan." at your whiny begging he made his next move, tongue pressing into your centre over the soft material and licking. The wet muscle even further soaked your underwear, and made more of your juices flow out through the silk - your taste better, even more addicting that he imagined.

"You gonna cream your panties, sweetie? Dirty them for me, c'mon." One finger rubbing at your covered bud, he licked and licked at your hole, starved and completely aroused by your ass in his face. A wave of pleasure made your abdomen tighten and he pressed himself deeper into your clothed pussy, tongue now firm and penetrating your cunt over the silky pink.

"Gonna carry this virgin pussy's underwear in my pocket every fucking day." he groaned, "And I'll fill you up with my cum five times a day, just so your panties'll never be dry darlin'."

"Yeah,"

"Yeah? You fucking want that?" he bit his lip, wrapping his arms under your thighs and interlinking his fingers over your lower back, pressing himself into you as much as he could. Jeonghan furiously opened his mouth, pretty pink lips and tongue rubbing over your clothed pussylips and he growled, eating you out angrily.

"Oh, fuck." You gasped aloud, heart palpitating. You weren't entirely sure if it was because of how good you were feeling or the sense of panic settling in at the thought of Joshua hearing all of this over the crime documentary episode he was watching.

Jeonghan however, felt angry at himself for being such a coward, not bending you over like this before (although when he did, he was interrupted earlier). "Mmh." you hummed, feeling him shake his head left and right into your sinful wetness.

"I'm so fucking pissed. This virgin pussy is mine. Fucking untouched." he whined, burying his face in you again. "You saved your pretty pussy for me to have, right?"

"Yes, yes, yes, Jeonghan. Oh my God." Thighs trembling, you felt a strange feeling overtake your tummy, the burn of which soon overtook the control you had over your muscles. "I'm gonna cum, gonna cum, fuck!" you chanted with breathless whimpers.

His teeth grazing your clit was all you needed to orgasm as your shook, face buried into his sheets. Jeonghan groaned as he sat back and watched you wet your panties further, squirting into them with trembles of your legs. "So fucking sexy. So dirty for me. Gonna go see Joshua with soaking panties, aren't you?" He smirked, admiring the filth between your thighs. He was then pulling himself out of his boxers finally, but not letting you have it yet.

You watched, dazed, as your roommate, wet faced and flushed, spread himself against the headboard. "Be good for me and go into the kitchen and get that ice pop you wanted."

You shook your head quickly, "Jeonghan, please, no."

"Go." He used his head to motion to the door, teasingly beginning to stroke at his cock in front of you. Tip red and hot, he bit his lip once again at your gaze, feeling himself squirm. Your roommate was shameless in the best way. "I'll give you my cum," he taunted with a raise of his brow and an all the more charming grin.

You didn't feel pressured but you desperately wanted to feel him, to have his cum sticking, pooling deep inside - so you fumbled around onto your feet. He laughed as you almost fell off the mattress trying to stand up. Your cheeks burned hot, humiliation painting your features into a pout and cute frown, which Jeonghan found himself uncharacteristically whimpering at.

You let out a sob and he laughed again, cruel and unforgiving. “Yeah, sweetie - fucking cry for me.” his tongue swiped at his bottom lip, "I said I'll give you my cum darlin', now go. And be nice to Josh, will you?"

Fucking dick. Your eyes burned with brimming tears as you wobbled on your legs, heading for the kitchen.

"What happened to you?" Joshua caught you as he was heading for the bathroom. He took note of your hot face and laboured breathing, as well as your struggle to stand without your legs giving in on you. "Are you having an anaphylactic reaction?"

"No." you sniffled, embarrassment hitting a whole new level. Jeonghan was really fucking mean.

"What the fuck did you two argue about? You look really sick!" his eyes were comically wide and you almost laughed through your tears.

"I need that cherry ice pop from the kitchen." you mumbled, clearing your throat, bending over to rest your hands on your wet thighs. Joshua hadn’t noticed the slick covering your bottom half, probably because of the shirt covering a good portion of it all.

He nodded, "I'll get it, you need something sweet anyway - why don't you go to bed and I can bring it to you?"

"No!" you panicked, watching him go over there and make his way back with the sweet treat. How it hadn't defrosted yet was beyond you. "No, it's- it's fine I can take it. I still have to uh- discuss something... with Jeonghan." You motioned to his bedroom door.

"I see," Joshua smiled at you, petting your miraculously unmussed head. "Well I'll be in there if you need anything. Jeonghan's been a little tense these past few weeks, maybe him moving in with you has struck a toll on him." He added thoughtfully.

"He's just trying to, uh- relax i guess." you laughed nervously. Oh, the double entendre.

"Yeah," Josh agreed, nodding. "Anyways, sorry to hold you up - gotta dash to the bathroom." He smiled once more and moved away.

The first thing Jeonghan did was mock gasp at your state, or perhaps in surprise as to how good you were being for him. "Hm. Well done, sweetheart," He lilted with an excited smile, watching you whimper and crawl over to him with tears in your eyes. When you leaned into him, he used his free hand to wipe at your wet cheeks, pouting and even further making fun of your vulnerability.

"You want my cum in your mouth or in your pussy?" he asked in mirth, grinning at your genuine struggle to decide.

"Both, Jeonghan." you added shyly, sitting between his spread legs on your knees.

"Both?" he chuckled. "Okay,"

You smiled through your humiliation, his eyes intense on yours.

"So cum-hungry - gonna empty my balls for you darlin'." he groaned, head relaxing back and hand speeding up its movements. You leaned down and wrapped your lips around his pretty tip with a mewl, finally tasting him. His hand moved up and down rhythmically on his cock and you decided to rest your own on your knees.

Jeonghan looked down at you from his position and nearly choked on his spit at the beautiful sight. Your lips (your liiiips haha had to add an nct thot bop in there) stretched around his cock like they belonged there. Your eyes wide and teary looking up into his, you felt your roommate shake and tremble. Hold it, Jeonghan. He begged his body to calm down, but when you kissed the head of his cock and teasingly licked at it with a smile, he practically combusted.

"Fuck, take it sweetheart - don't waste it honey." And he was spurting his own cum into your mouth, your lips closing over his tip.

With one last soft suckle you leaned into him and spread your pretty lips for him to showcase what you'd been wanting to all this time. "You gonna be good for me and swallow it all?" he hissed at the sight of your tongue covered in his seed, swishing through the white substance.

You nodded and swallowed a few times to get it down. "Well done," he smiled lazily, patting your cheek, almost softly slapping you. "You wanna sit on my cock now darlin'? We still have to dirty your panties more."

"Yeah, please Jeonghan." shy again, you nodded.

"Such a good cumpdump for me," he muttered, bringing you onto his lap while wiping at your face. "I want you to sit still for me, okay?"

Jeonghan moved your underwear aside to, for the first time, expose your cunt to the air of the room. You knew this part would hurt, but to have Jeonghan's cock in any hole of yours would be a dream come true, so you shut your eyes tightly and waited for Jeonghan to press the tip in.

"Open your eyes. Look at me. Breathe." he pressed his lips to your cheek and mumbled into your soft skin before pulling back to allow you to focus on him and him only. "Okay I'm going to push in now. Tell me if you want to stop. We will stop and stay as we are, understood?"

You nodded with a verbal, "Yes, I understand. Please Jeonghan, let me have your cum in my pussy too. I want to carry it inside me all day. Please."

His tip was the first stretch, which wasn't bad as you had taken four of your own fingers before, but you clenched hard at the following inches. "Fuck," he cursed, gazing into your eyes with a sense of pride. "Good. Well done, sweetie."

"Ah," at your whine, he was fully sheathed inside and throbbing hard. "Fuck you're so deep. Oh my God."

You wrapped your arms around him, pressing your wet face into the t-shirt material of his shoulder, the rustling of a wrapper grabbing your attention. He passed you the ice pop stick and let you suckle on the sweetness. "So good darlin', so much cuter like this." He sighed, "You know, I still haven't forgotten that you hit me earlier. And Joshua is still in the next room."

You shook your head, removing the cherry goodness from your mouth and pressing a slow pouty kiss onto Jeonghan's lips. "I'm sorry Jeonghan." you sniffled, feeling the pain deep in your pussy slowly subside.

Kissing your forehead, he smirked. "Hannie's gonna fuck into you slowly to give you his cum, okay?" Jeonghan used the same nickname that got him stuttering earlier, this time making you the recipient of the teasing. He noticed you coyly smiling up at him..

A few deep presses in with his cock in your cunt and he was cumming once again, having you squirm and tremble with him. "Squeeze my cock, love. Cum hard, you can do it."

You nodded weakly, spent from all the humiliation. But what you'd been waiting for finally came, and Jeonghan released into you with a groan, you followed and shook in his hold, mewling at the tightness.

He slowly pulled himself out and tucked his cock away into his boxers, fingers pressing into your hole to hold his warm cum inside. "Keep it in you when we go to watch the documentary." And he moved the crotch of your completely soiled panties back into place.

He went to wash his face before returning to help you up with your ice pop. He used whatever strength he had left to help you move out of the bedroom.

Entering the lounge, Joshua made a surprised noise when he noticed Jeonghan help your tired form inside, you hid into his arm. "Fell asleep in my room after we had a chat." you felt him chuckle as he patted your head sweetly. "A bit out of it now."

He let you sit on his lap with wet and messy thighs, and you basked in your roommate's warmth, letting yourself relax and feel his cum begin to seep out into your silk undies. The same ones he loved oh so dearly.

Jeonghan pecked a featherlight kiss to your forehead as you straddled him on the couch, and pressed his fingers to your cunt smugly without the knowledge of Joshua next to him, and grinned feeling his warmth seep through.

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celestialking · 3 years

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Gamer rage

◇ NSFW~ 18+ only ◇ Minors/Ageless blogs DNI◇ You will be blocked ◇

Word count: 600

Warnings: overstim, implied dacryphilia, daddy, punishment, mentions of dumbification,

Could you write anything about punz? Maybe some thigh riding?

Sitting on his lap seemed like a good plan. The best actually. Hand cam was on for stream so nobody could see as you swung your legs over his thighs, seating yourself on him. Punz made a small grunt as you got comfortable. Well tried to. You really were uncomfortable as you shifted around in his lap.

You hadn't realized that in your movements he had paused the game and muted himself on stream. He was waiting for you to notice his annoyed look, but you never did. Frustrated Punz grabbed your hips and ground them against his thigh. You gasped startled.

"You're really fucking distracting you know that?" He snapped.

"I-i didn't mean to,"

"i- i" he mocked you.

You could see in his eyes he didn't mean it but that didn't stop the whine building in the back of your throat. "God, do you know how fucking hard it is to play games when you're on my lap like that?" You gulped and shook your head. "How about I teach you," your hands flew to his shoulders as he began to guide your hips against his thighs.

"Let daddy show you bunny,"

His pace with your hips was fast. Punz's lips attached to your throat he wanted to fully punish you but he still had a stream to attend to. He laid claim on your neck and shoulders. Maybe if he turned the face camera for stream on people would see those marks and know why their streamer went afk.

"P-punz i-"

"ah not my name,"

"daddy, please,"

"Please what?" But you couldn't answer.

Your head was thrown back too far gone in his fast and rough treatment of your body. A smirk drew at his lips when his plan was set into motion. This wasn't a good thing, but a punishment. Punz could tell when you were getting close. Your hips would buck sporadically, while your thighs trembled. You desperately wanted to cum. This hadn't been your intention when you first got into the chair but it sure was now. He wanted until you were just about to cum and then he lifted your hips off of him.

"No!" You cried out.

Punz watched you squirm desperately moving your hips to try and get that sweet friction. "Have you learned yet? Or do I still need to fuck you dumb?" You didn't respond to his question, babbles and pleas were the only things that left your lips. Punz scoffed when he realized you weren't going to do anything but beg. It seemed like he took mercy on you. His hand dug into your hips, deliciously bruising them.

Punz slowly moved you up and down his thigh, listening to your pleasured gasps. He waited for you to cry out his name as you came and then he kept going. Punz continued to drag your hips against his thigh. He bounced and flexed it.

You were now whimpering as you were overstimulated but you still weren't satisfied. You needed him to fuck you. To ruin you. What you hadn't realized is that while you were rocking your hips against him. Punz had let go.

"That's it, baby, " he murmured leaning back in his chair.

"There you go, keep going, show me how desperately you want my cock baby bunny," Punz cooed making you hump and ride his thigh while he enjoyed the show.

He didn't care that you had soaked through your underwear and his pants. He was gonna make sure you learned your lesson.

#celestial:scribbles #celestial:pnz

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ruins-posts · 3 years

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Can i have a scenario for Sukuna where he comes to protect the reader from a bunch of catcallers who're harassing her

He gets very angry when he gets to know someone hurt his girlfriend.

It's ok if you don't want to

Warnings : sexual harassment, violence

"S-Sukuna, can you please come over here- Please"

Sukuna felt anger boil in his veins as he heard your trembling voice.

"(y/n), send me your location, now."

You quickly sent him your location and Sukuna rushed to get you. Thankfully, you were not far away and he was able to reach there just in time.

He was enraged at the sight in front of him. A man held your hand tight, saying vulgar things to you without any shame. Two more men surrounded you to enjoy whatever was being done to you.

One of the men lifted his hand in an attempt to brush your tears away, but before he could, Sukuna grabbed his hand.

"Hands off" he growled at them.

The three men turned to him, no longer interested in you. You rubbed the spot that the man had held tightly on, a small bruise forming in the area. But one of them proceeded to wrap his big, ugly arms around your waist and rested his chin upon your head, not heeding Sukuna's warnings.

"What do you think you can do?" the man asked in a mocking way. Only if they knew who Sukuna was.

"Don't touch her"

The man moved from you and walked towards Sukuna, preparing to beat him up.

"(y/n), leave" he ordered.

"But-"

"Go.Now."

You gulped and moved to a safer distance, where they could not reach you but you could see what was happening.

What you saw was something you would never forget. Sukuna violently tore the men to shreds, breaking every single bone in their body, sadistically smiling as he watched them beg for mercy. But no amounts of begs or pleas would let them escape Sukuna's wrath.

Soon, puddles of their blood formed on the ground. Sukuna walked to you, drenched in blood. He had successfully given them the punishment they deserved for trying to hurt you.

"Are you okay?" he asks, his tone a bit more gentle than before.

"I will be" you answer, giving him a smile of assurance.

"Good" he said as he took your hand in his to search for any injuries. He kissed your bruise softly before healing it.

And then he took you home, where he could keep you safe, always.

#sukuna x you #sukuna x reader #sukuna x y/n #ryomen sukuna x reader #ryomen x reader #jjk x reader

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bordemm · 3 years

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𝐵𝑅𝐴𝑇(𝑈𝑆𝐻𝐼𝐽𝐼𝑀𝐴 𝑊𝐴𝐾𝐴𝑇𝑂𝑆𝐻𝐼)

ᴡᴀʀɴɪɴɢs:sᴍᴜᴛ,ғᴀᴄᴇғᴜᴄᴋɪɴɢ,ᴍᴀɴ ʜᴀɴᴅʟɪɴɢ,ʙʀᴇᴇᴅɪɴɢ,ᴅᴇɢʀᴀɢᴀᴛɪᴏɴ. ʜᴀʀᴅ ᴅᴏᴍ ᴜsʜɪᴊɪᴍᴀ

ᴜsʜɪᴊɪᴍᴀ x ʀᴇᴀᴅᴇʀ

sᴜᴍᴍᴀʀʏ:ʏᴏᴜʀᴇ ʙᴇɪɴɢ ᴀ ᴡʜᴏʀᴇ ᴀɴᴅ ᴜsʜɪᴊɪᴍᴀ ᴘᴜᴛs ʏᴏᴜ ɪɴ ʏᴏᴜʀ ᴘʟᴀᴄᴇ

ᴡᴏʀᴅ ᴄᴏᴜɴᴛ:2672

ɴsғᴡ ᴜɴᴅᴇʀ ᴛʜᴇ ᴄᴜᴛ

Large would be an understatement. There was something that lit a fire in Ushijima that he didn’t know he had, there's something about the way you looked so small standing next to him that made his pants a tad tighter than they should’ve been. Ushijima was not a small or gentle man by any means but when he was holding your hand as you two walked down the street his hand would cradle yours like you were made of glass. The stares you would get when seen together were obvious and anyone could read their faces. You looked like a small lamb next to the big bad wolf. You didn’t care for the stares they didn’t bother you or ushijima, the both of you were content in the small bubble you had.

“Toshi” you said looking up at your boyfriend tugging his sleeve a little, he looked down at you without a word waiting for you to tell him why you called for him

“Can we go home?” you asked looking around the packed venue, it was a party for the national team and of course Ushijima was invited and he spent all day fighting with the people up top to allow him to bring you, it’s not that you were unable to care for yourself or that you couldn’t stand to be apart from ushijima, no that wasn’t it at all. Ushijima knew he wouldn’t be able to get through this night without you by his side, you were an anchor to the giant. Something that brought him comfort, you could read Ushijima well because you had no other choice. Wakatoshi was a man of few words in front of others but with you he felt as though he couldn't stop his lips from moving, it was ironic truly, such a small thing like you couldn provide so much comfort to the tree of a man.

Ushijima looked down at you shaking his head no, you let out a sigh before trailing behind him as you guys walked through the crowd getting to the table. The organizers of the party let you come under one condition; you and wakatoshi would have to wear matching outfits. You didn’t mind but you weren’t expecting Wakatoshi to look so good in red. The dark crimson clashing perfectly against his tan skin and olive green eyes lit a fire in your belly. You wanted to go home not because you were bored, no you were wet embarrassingly so. The way his shirt was too tight showing off his muscular chest and his broad shoulders made you cross your legs trying to relieve the ache. Ushijimia wasn’t completely clueless, you two have been together for some time now, though he isn’t much of a talker it gives him the advantage, Ushijima can read you like a book.

You watched as Kageyama bounded over to you adjusting his suit jacket, you went to whisper one of the many dirty thoughts you were having only for wakatoshi to grip your thigh,dipping his head down to let his warm breath fan over your ear.

“Behave” is all he said but that six letter word made your pussy become even wetter than before. You squirmed in discomfort your panties sticking to your vagina like a second skin, ushijima squeezed your thigh harder as another warning as Kageyama came and took a seat at the table

“Hi (y/n) it’s good to see you” Kageyama said politely you nodded back giving him a sincere smile

“It’s nice to see you Tobio, how have you been?” you said making small talk with the setter to distract yourself from the oozing mess that you were sure is ruining your panties. Ushijima didn’t say anything or chime into your conversation as more people from the team came to the table, everyone sitting and talking.

“You know it (y/n) you’re spoiled!” Bokuto exclaimed making you giggle shaking your head

“I’m not! It’s not my fault toshi takes care of me” you said leaning into ushijima who just draped his heavy arm over your shoulders.

“Oh you take care of her ushiwaka?” atsumu teased making you roll your eyes

“I provide for (y/n) in any way she needs, as a partner should” he said taking a sip of his drink

“Well (y/n) if ushijima ever doesn’t provided for your more ‘personal’ needs i’d be more than happy to” atsumu said at this ushijima snapped his head back toward the conversation just in time to hear your response

“Oh really? How sweet of you Miya, i might have to take you up on the offer” you teased, wakatoshi knew what game you were playing and you knew just as well as him that if you didn’t cut it out you were really going to be in for it.

“Yeah? There has to be a closet round here somewhere” Atsumu said

“Watch it Miya” ushijima’s dark voice sliced through the conversation making Atsumu nervously chuckled and you sank in your seat

You didn’t let that stop you though, you continued to shamelessly flirt with Atsumu. Ushijima didn’t stop you wanting to see how far you’d dig your grave, deciding you’ve had your fun and now it was his turn, he stood up before standing you up from your seat by your arm with ease.

“We are leaving, let’s go brat” he said his voice uncharastically harsh, you became flustered strutting over your words as Ushijima dragged you away from the table, his grip nearly bruising. As you guys were making your way to the exit wakatoshi’s PR manager stopping you guys at the door pleading him to stay

“No i can’t stay, i have to teach this brat manners” he said, jerking your arm little as he openly referred to you as a brat in front of his manager, you knew you were in trouble by the lack of a filter he had right now. His poor manger stunned just stepped to the side letting you guys through

Timeskip

The sight in front of ushijima was delicious, you were sprawled over his lap your asscheeks an angry red color as his large left hand came down swatting you again making you yelp

“13, thank you daddy” you said placing your hand flat on the floor because of the force of ushijima’s spank sent you forward.

“Stop squirming slut” he hissed bringing you back up on his lap

“M’ sorry daddy” you whimpered hoping he would have mercy

“No you aren’t, not yet” he said spanking you again this time on the right asscheek

“14, thank you daddy” you said gripping onto his thighs to steady yourself

“Did you enjoy behaving like a cock hungry whore in front of everyone?” He asked, his voice booming off the walls of your shared bedroom. You shook your head no, earning you another spank.

“You can’t be that dumb, use your words slut” he said, his words going straight to your sopping cunt

“No daddy just missed you” you confessed which wasn’t a lie this was ushijima’s first night home in 2 months. Ushijima let out a sigh sitting you up so you were straddling him. He hand came up cupping your cheek his calloused thumb wiping away a tear

“So that’s why you were acting like a bitch in heat? Missed daddy?” he said his voice sincere you nodded sniffling nuzzling your head into his hand

“I’m sorry princess, i know i’m gone a lot” he said running his large hands up and down your spine making you shiver

“But you know better, and if i don’t punish you now you’ll keep thinking with that pussy instead of your head” he said gently before shoving you off his lap onto the floor in front of him. You looked up at him with wide eyes as he stood above you, if you felt small before, you were truly dwarfed in this position. The 6’4 man towered over you before giving you a nod allowing you to reach up to his dress pants with shaky hands unzipping them and pulling them down along with his briefs, his thick cock coming up and bobbing against his muscular abdomen.

“Now make yourself useful,” he commanded. You immediately took the head of his cock into your warm mouth and quickly enveloped him as you suckled on his tip, never taking anymore than that into your mouth. Ushijima rolled his eyes before cradling the entirety of your head with one hand slamming his length down your mouth the tip ramming into the back of your throat, you squealed around him sending vibrations up his cock making him groan.

“suck” he said, you followed his instructions hollowing your cheeks around him bobbing your head around him and pumping what couldn’t fit in your mouth in your hands that dwarfed around his thick cock. Ushijima allowed you to keep this pace for a while before placing both of his hands on this side of your head making you look up at him your swollen lips around the middle of his cock

“Don’t forget to breathe, and tap me twice if it becomes too much. Blink twice if you understand me” he said dominant persona dropping for a second. Your heart swirled with love over his tenderness with you. You blinked twice letting some tears fall.

Ushijima regained his dominance snapping his hips forcing more of his thick cock down your raw throat. His pace was relentless as he spewed filth telling you how much a good whore you were, asking if you had gotten what you were begging for. You couldn't respond only allowing a stream of whimpers to leave your throat.

Ushijima finally pulled out, leaving a string of saliva connecting your bruised lips to tip his heavy cock, you gulped down the air greedily huffing and puffing. Ushijima allowed you to collect yourself till he picked you up easily before tossing you down on the bed.

“If i were to put theses fingers” he said suckling on his fingers before pushing two of his thick digits into your pussy making you moan

“In here and press here” he said curling his fingers to effortlessly pushing against the spongy spot inside you making you moan even louder

“Would you cum for me?” he asked, taking his other hand rubbing your clit making you writhe and squirm under him the white hot pleasure building faster and faster leaving you unable to catch up cumming all over his fingers.

“Looks like you will,” he smirked, his ego stroked by how easily you came undone for him. Your legs trembled as you came down from your high.

“Shh shh it’s all good little one deep breaths the fun hasn’t started” he said laying down and pulling you on top of him, your dripping cunt lubing him up without trying as his cock laid heavy on his toned abs

A quick smack on the ass brings you back down earth letting the gravity of the predicament you put yourself in weigh on you

“You were so desperate to get your needy little pussy filled, take what you want” he said resting his head back against the plush pillows watching as you lined yourself up with cock with shaky hands. You let out a groan, feeling him stretch and fill you to the brim, your pussy feeling impossibly full.

“Atta girl” he praised smacking your ass again making you jolt forward

“Now bounce” he commanded and you followed his orders not wanting to push him more than you already have you grounded your hips against him feeling his cock stir inside you till you got up and began bouncing on his cock.

Ushijima watched closely as you began to shameselly bounce whining and moaning about how full you were and how good he felt. He gripped your hips slightly, guiding you brows furrowed in pleasure.

“Daddy s’ too much!” you exclaimed hands coming up to tweak your hard nipples with a moan that turned into a scream feeling ushijima slap your clit

“You can and will take it,I'm giving you what you asked for no?” he said, giving you a harsh thrust in particular making you throw your head back. Ushijima loved this, loved the way you shamelessly used him to get off, no regard for his pleasure just yours it made him feral. Before you could cum he flipped you guys over remaining inside of you. He lifted your legs putting them on his shoulders before he began thrusting into at an unforgiving pace making you scream

“Just like that baby so fucking good for you, daddy gonna stuff you full is that what you want?” he asked as the tip of his penis kept tapping your cervix

“Yes yes yes yes daddy so good so good” you mindlessly babbled as you began to cream around his cock a white ring of cum forming at the base

Ushijima looked down at you as your eyes rolled into the back of your head and your tongue lulled out of your mouth the pleasure overwhelming your brain.

“Your brain oozing out of your sloppy little pussy too?” he said referring to your fucked out state, he asked but didn’t expect a response knowing you’ve been fucked stupid

After you came for the third time without a break overstimulation began to set in making you push your feet flat against his shoulders trying to push him out with weak legs

“Too much daddy!” you screamed as he continued to mercilessly fuck you. His big hands swatted your legs off his shoulders before wrapping a hand around your throat

“Whos. pussy. Is. this?” he asked punctuating every word with a thrust that sent you to your building orgasam

“Ts’ yours toshi all yours!” you shouted knowing your neighbours could hear your boyfriend fuck your brains out.

“Then let me use MY pussy as I please” he said his thrusts becoming inconsistent as he came close to cumming. Knowing your boyfriend was close you began to clamp down around him wanting to him cum hard inside of your fluttering walls

“Fuck you keep squeezing me like that im gonna cum, but that’s what you want huh? You cum slut” he said thrusting into you. You nodded looking up at ushijima like he was a god, tears freely flowing down your cheeks from the immense pleasure your boyfriend was giving you. That face. That’s what sent him over the edge. There is nothing more he loves, eyes glassy with tears, lips red and swollen, little hiccups and moans leaving you as your pussy shamelessly sucked him in more.

“Gonna fill this pussy with my cum, stuff you full” he said thrusting so hard like he was trying to funnel his cum directly into your womb

“Yes yes yes yes yes” you chanted like a bitch. Wanting nothing more than your boyfriend’s hot cum spilling into you marking you in the most lewd way possible. With one final thrust and a throaty moan ushijima came inside of you painting your walls white with cum.

You moaned at the warm feeling of his cum filling you to the brim, you whimpered as more of his cum came out overflowing from your pussy on to the sheets of your shared bed

“So full” you whimpered as ushijima slowly rocked his hips fucking his cum into you before pulling out

“Your such a good girl” he praised stroking your hair lovingly looking down at you like you hung the moon and stars in the night sky

“Thank you toshi sorry i was being a brat” you sniffled his cum still flowing out of your pussy

“Shhh it’s okay baby just relax i’ll go get your bath ready” he said placing a sweet kiss on your temple on your temple walking to the ensuite.

You dreamily sighed tilting your head to the side ignoring the ache in your legs and focusing on the love swirling in your heart.

#haikyuu smut #haikyuu x reader #ushijima smut #ushijima wakatoshi #ushiwaka #ushijima x reader #haikyuu!!#anime #hard dom ushijima

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Can I request a yandere pro hero Bakugou scenario where he's kidnapped his darling for a while. While they don't fully agree, they know not to fight back or try to escape. Maybe they get scared and thought someone was trying to break in and hid with like a knife (Bakugou's locks are too good so the real person failed) so when he comes to see that he rushes over to his darling tris to attack him thinking it's an intruder who could kill them?

Breaking In

Yandere! Pro Hero! Bakugou x Y/N

A/N: This turned out a little differently than expected, but I hope you enjoy it anyways. Sorry for the wait

Warnings: Mentions of violence, yandere behaviour

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It was the sound of someone trying to break open a lock that caught your attention immediately. The house resounded of the rough clanging of metal and thuds of tools against the steel-inforced doors and your blood ran cold. Of all the times for someone to break in, Bakugo, your captor (or lover, as he prefers you to call him), was out on a mission.

Your eyes glanced down to your phone. Should you call him? No- what if he's in the middle of a fight with a villain? You'd distract him and his temper would be horrible when he returns. Taking shaky breaths, you looked back at the trembling door. Whoever it was behind that door was desperate to enter and they might be able to at this rate.

Your eyes darted around the house. The kitchen! Right, there were knives you could use just in case! Scampering across the floor in your rush, you headed towards the kitchen, grabbing one of the sturdiest knives from the rack. Good thing you never made any knife threats when you first got kidnapped, or these knives wouldn't even be within your reach right now.

You looked back to the door.

The tremors persisted.

You never inspected the door for yourself, (Bakugo was adamant about not letting you within three feet of the front door, despite your supposed good behaviour), but you doubted it could withstand that much force constantly being applied to it. If the criminal was someone with a strength-based quirk, the door won't be standing much longer.

You needed to hide, and fast.

Your shared room with Bakugo came to mind, and so you ran there first. Shutting the door behind you, you slumped to the ground, breathing heavily. With the knide clutched to your chest, you closed your eyes, trying to ignore the loud banging that still echoed through the halls.

They'll leave soon. They will.

As you were recovering from the scare, your phone began to ring. Sure enough, it was Bakugou and with shaking hands you answered.

Before you could say anything, his gruff voice cut through.

"I'm coming home in ten. I hope you have dinner ready, babe."

Wait- he couldn't hang up just yet!

"Bakugou-" you stopped yourself. Should you tell him? It is his house too, after all.

"What? I gotta go soon so spit it out."

You exhaled, "There's- There's someone outside... trying to break in..."

Silence.

"Keep the door shut tight. I'll deal with the bastard, so stay put."

And with that, the line went dead.

You gulped. He'll be back soon, he'll be back soon and everything will be alright...

The banging stopped and your breath hitched.

A moment of deathly silence passed; the quietness rang in your ears as all you could hear was your own breathing.

One.

Two.

An explosion could be heard from the hallway along with cursing.

"...SOME NERVE YA GOT! ... GONNA BLAST YOU...DIE!"

The screams were drowned out by the loud explosions but still Bakugou's voice was recognisable (he was the only person you heard since he kidnapped you after all). You heard another voice, begging him to stop and asking for mercy but it was quickly shut down with an explosion.

Silence.

Then before you knew it, your room door flew open. Without thinking, you screamed as you held out the knife in front of you.

"Stay back or I'll-" you stopped halfway as you opened your eyes to see the person in front of you. You sighed in relief, it was Bakugou after all.

"The hell were you thinking, huh?" he said as he marched towards you.

You blanched. "I-I- I was-" you couldn't get the words out of your mouth.

"Why the hell did you not call me sooner?! You coulda died, damn it!" he yelled causing you to flinch.

"I... I didn't want to disturb you..." you stammered out, looking at the ground in nervousness. You heard a groan and you felt a hand on your head, stroking your hair with such gentleness that you almost didn't recognize the sensation.

"There's no way you'd disturb, ya know that? Especially in such a situation, you should know I'd kill anyone who'd try to harm you."

Bakugou's voice was gruff, but still held an edge of gentleness.

How strange. A year ago you would have laughed in his face and told him that he was messed up for saying such things. A pro-hero admitting they would commit murder? Absolutely unheard of. That was a taboo after all.

A warm sensation began to tingle at your eyes and before you knew it, you were sobbing.

"I was so scared! The banging wouldn't stop and I- I wasn't sure if the door would hold and I- I just didn't know what to do!"

As you cried out, the blonde wordlessly pulled you in to an embrace, gently stroking your back. If your vision wasn't obscured by his chest, you could have seen his gleeful expression.

Looks like those hired goons did their job.

#yandere boku no hero academia #yandere my hero academia #yandere bakugou #yandere bakugo katsuki #yandere imagines #yandere scenario

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