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laiiaaa · 6 months

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Carmy with a stressed cranky gf getting her degree and he’s just so good to her ughhhhhhh (so self-indulgent)

“Carmen, could you—could you just, fuckin’—…watch where you’re going?”

He freezes where he took a misstep, leaving your laptop’s charger dangling near the floor after accidentally unplugging it. A simple little thing, a dumb mistake made while caught up in something else mentally. A matter of a charger extended beyond its comfortable reach. It’d be fixed in seconds, but you weren’t having it.

A confused look washes over him. “I-I’m sorry, baby—” He knows you’re in one of those moods—he always knows—and lowers to pick up the cord. “Lemme plug it back in for you—”

“Or you could just not walk right into it,” you snap, fingers tapping away at your keyboard, face illuminated in a blueish hue from the screen.

“Hey.” He perks right back up after fixing the charger, but you don’t look back at him. “What’s the matter with you?”

“Nothing.”

“Don’t start that w’me, c’mon.” He comes a little closer, perched at the end of the couch right beside you. “You’re in a mood.”

“I’m not.” You definitely are.

“Baby.” Instinctively, his hand comes to rub your shoulder, his thumb presses just a little firmer along the crook of your neck. “Take a break for the night.”

“I need to finish up with this—”

“‘M not asking.” He gives you that look, with his hands extended to silently demand you hand over your computer. “It’s a Friday night. C’mon.”

You pout, and you huff, and you give him those eyes that tell him you don’t want to, but you save your document and hand it over anyway, quickly curling into the end of the couch and not making a move when he sits next to you.

“You mad at me?” he asks, looping his arm over your shoulder, a little hurt when you don’t melt into his touch like you usually do.

You keep your eyes glued to the wall, not paying him any mind. “No.”

“Then why’re you always workin’, huh?” He squeezes you a little tighter, bringing you deeper into his embrace as he cups your jaw—with those firm, strong hands of his that somehow always have you pliant—and turns you to look up at him. “Every time I come home you’re on the computer with that look on your face.”

“I don’t have a look.”

Smiling, he presses his lips to your forehead. “Yeah you do.” Then to the furrow in your brow. “But it’s cute.”

He scatters slow, gentle kisses across your face, from your temples, to your cheeks, to your jaw, until he finds your lips and takes them carefully, relishing in your act of apology when your hands circle around his forearms and kiss him a little deeper. And slowly, he feels the tenseness in your body begin to dissipate, feels you turn into him more.

Pulling away, still intent on figuring out your rut, he rests his forehead to yours. “Talk to me, baby. What’s got you actin’ all mean, hm?” His hands hold you close, and his thumbs graze your cheekbones. “Somethin’ I do you wanna talk about?”

“No—”

“No?” He’d be lying if he said a wave of relief washed over him. “What’s goin’ on then?”

“I’m—it’s just that—…” You sigh.

He waits patiently, knowing that by now he’s cracking open that shell. “‘S alright, hon, we can work it out.”

“Carmen, I just—” And your lip quivers, and your throat gets sore, and your vision gets bleary from tears emerging. “I have so much to do, and—…”

“For school?”

You nod against him. “It’s just—I get behind on one thing, and then there’s five other things I need to do, and I try to get ahead but then I don’t sleep, and—I-I’m just stressed, is all.”

“I know.” He coos gently at you and thumbs away your tears. “I know, ‘n you’ve been workin’ so hard, baby.”

“Well I’m still not getting anywhere.” Your throat tightens, and tears keep falling, and you feel your resolve crumbling, the last of your strength dissolving now that Carmen’s handling you so gently. “And I just feel so stupid all the time—”

“Uh-uh,” he nudges his nose against yours, “You don’t get to say that, you’re the smartest person I know.”

He pulls you away carefully, just to look you in the eye—and his gut wrenches, seeing you like this, all pouty and wet with tears, your lips salty when he kisses them slowly to mellow the racing of your heart.

With a calm hand he urges your head to rest against his chest, his lips lending a kiss to your temple. “So fuckin’ smart ‘n you don’t even know it.” Naturally, the rest of you follows, with his arms keeping you close, one wrapped around your waist to hold you tight as the other hand rests with on the back of your neck to soothe you, scratching gently at the nape of it. “Always blowin’ me away, baby, you’re so smart. So hardworkin’, too—”

“But Carm—” Your sobs choke you up then, and there’s a throb in your forehead that has you almost begging for sleep.

“Shhh, what is it?” His hand smooths up and down your back, his voice becomes gentler than ever. “Take a breath, c’mon, take a deep breath.”

You push yourself away from his chest, seeing the tears staining his white tee before you look up at him. “I’m sorry, Bear. All the stress, it’s—I’ve been so mean to you lately—” you don’t even process the vigorous shake of his head— “I’m sorry, Bear—”

“Hey, hey, baby, stop—” He wipes tears from your eyes before they get the chance to spill onto your cheeks. “Stop with that, would ya?” Another kiss to your forehead has you melting. “You’re okay. We’re okay.” Another kiss, slower, to your sob-bitten lips, like he wants you to taste his forgiveness.

“But I was mean to you, and I’m sorry—”

His chest physically aches because he knows there’s only so much he can do for you. “I know,” he tells you, “I know, baby, I got you. It’s okay.”

“I promise don’t mean it, Carmen—”

“Yeah, I know that, hon.” Pulling you tight to his chest again, his strong arms wrap around you fully, and he presses kisses to the skin where he’s nuzzled into your neck. “You’re workin’ yourself to the bone, y’know that?”

“Mhm,” you hum, just happy to be held, to be swallowed whole by his warmth.

“You promise to rest up from now on?”

“Mhm.”

“Yeah? Not even listenin’, huh?”

“Mhm.” You burrow into him just a little deeper, eyes slipping shut.

He scoffs, but it’s full of love. “It’s gettin’ late now.” He shuffles you closer to him with little effort, hooking his hands beneath your thighs to encourage them around his hips. “Let’s get you t’bed, hm? C’mon—” he hoists you to his hip with a subtle grunt— “Up you go, baby, that’s it—”

And in the brief minute or two it takes for him to turn out the lights in your shared apartment, and the twenty-some paces to the bedroom, you’re lulled off to sleep in his embrace, stoking that fire in his chest that keeps him going—because knowing you feel safe with him, secure with him, is all he really needs.

#carmen berzatto #carmy berzatto #jeremy allen white #carmy the bear #carmen berzatto x reader #carmy berzatto x reader #carmen berzatto fluff #carmy berzatto fluff #carmen berzatto imagine #carmy berzatto imagines #the bear #the bear fx #the bear hulu

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loveshotzz · 7 months

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{ trying } a new position with them

I have this in my mind with AIRWIY!Steve, ‘cause I know he’s so soft during sex and you do it in missionary or you ride him, but then you ask him if he will take you from behind (feel free to change) and be a little rough🥹

Hi angel! thank you for your request 💗 I hope you enjoy. This is a request is from my All I Really Want Is You series but can be read as a stand alone.

older!steve harrington x fem!reader

warnings: 18+ established relationship, smut, dirty talk, cream pie, age gap.

wc: 1.3k

authors note: for those that read the series this takes place during the gap between chapter ten and the epilogue. the relationship is still new and they are trying new things 🧡

Something felt different about tonight.

You think it might’ve been the fancy cocktails that were stronger than normal, and the dim lighting of The Violet Hour that danced across Steve’s sharp features. Or his big hand that stayed high on your thigh through the entirety of dinner. Salt and pepper scruff tickling your cheek every time he leaned in to whisper low in your ear.

Maybe it was the lemon zest still fresh on his tongue when he licked into your mouth at the end of your date pressing you against your front door. Whatever it was Steve Harrington made your body feel like it was on fire tonight, embers burning in the pit of your stomach waiting to combust with every touch.

The roll of his hips only stokes the flames when he’s buried to the hilt inside of you after barely making it to your bed, leaving a trail of clothes in your wake. His full weight keeps you pressed into the mattress, with your knee hooked over the crook of his elbow. The tip of him hitting the spot that makes your back arch with every slow stroke over and over again, but god, it wasn’t enough. You needed more.

That loose strand falls damp across his forehead, a bead of sweat dangerously close to falling off the end. His eyes never leave yours, the black of his pupils making the gold and moss colored flecks disappear. Lips brushing with every thrust, the whiskey on his breath mingles with the pineapple on yours, while your nails dig half crescent moons into the constellations on his back.

He shifts hitting a different spot when he drives back in, and it makes your jaw go slack. Steve takes advantage, tracing your top lip with his tongue while the tip of his nose bumps into yours. He starts a slow grind instead of pulling out, the dark thatch of hair that frames the part of him hugged tight by your walls rubs against your clit in a way that has his name sound like a prayer. But it still wasn’t enough. Not even when your hands make their way down, fingers digging into the soft dough of his ass to try and coax him even deeper.

“Fuck - honey,” He grunts, pushing in as far as he can, eyes rolling in the back of his head when you nip at his bottom lip, recently discovering how much he liked it when you did that.

“I need - “ You start but a quick snap of his hips steals the breath out of your lungs for a second.

“What do you need?” His brows furrow when you flutter around him, watching the way your eyes glaze over when he hits that spot again, “tell me, I’ll give it to you, I’ll give you whatever you want.”

“I - I want- I want you to fuck me from behind.” The words make the grind of his hips falter, the black of his eyes turning into an abyss.

“Yeah?” Steve sounds breathless when he finally comes back to his body.

Biting your bottom lip between your teeth, all you can do is nod, a shy smile playing at the corners of your mouth despite feeling the twitch of him inside of you. He rolls his hips again, something smug flickering in his eyes when he sees the way it makes your face crumble.

“Whatever you want, pretty girl.” He rubs the tip of his nose with yours before he starts to slowly pull out. Cursing under his breath, the feeling of your walls trying to suck him back in is almost enough for him to cum.

You shudder at the feeling of being so empty when he sits back on his haunches, long fingers wrapping around his cock, stroking himself as he watches you get on all fours for him. He’s never seen you presented to him like this, and he almost cums again in the span of a minute.

“Jesus Christ, look at you.” He sounds wrecked when he talks, and when you peek over your shoulder at him, he looks it too.

Wiggling your hips, his free hand finds the soft fat of your ass, while his strokes with his other get quicker. He squeezes at the dough of it, groaning when he sees the way you’re dripping down your thighs. The precum that leaks from his fat tip mixes with your slick as he drags himself through your folds, a lewd squelching noise filling your room when he does it over and over again.

“Steve - fuck - please, please.” Your fingers tangle into your sheets, pushing your hips back into his for more when he adds pressure to your bundle of nerves before catching at your entrance.

“Shhh, It’s okay, I got you, I got you.” He coos when the tip of him breaches your walls, both hands finding the curve of your hips. “Gonna take all of me like the tough girl you are, aren’t you baby?”

“Yeah, yeah, yeah” Too cock drunk not to babble when he pushes half way in, the lingering effects of the drinks you had at dinner has your body ignited. You’ve never felt so full and it’s not even all of him.

“God, you’re so wet. Always so wet for me.” He groans with one final roll of his hips, burying himself as far as he can go, the stretch making you keen the heat inside your belly turning white.

He doesn’t move, letting your body adjust to the length of him like this, fingers digging into the soft skin of your sides hard enough to bruise. Your walls won’t stop clenching and it makes him twitch. He leans over earning him a soft ‘oh’ from you at the feel of him somehow pushing deeper, warm lips trailing kisses up your spine, leaving more over the hard plain of your shoulder blade before stopping at the shell of your ear.

“You ready honey?”

He can’t see the way the deep baritone makes your eyes hit the back of your head, and all you can do is nod. He gives a smug kind of chuckle that you’ve never heard before, pulling himself back up. His hands squeeze at you one more time, a low breath escaping through his nose while he takes in the sight in front of him.

“Ste-“ His name dies on your tongue when he pulls almost all the way out, before a rough snap of his hips pushes him all the way back in. “Oh my god!’

Steve’s never heard you make sounds like this for him before and he thinks he might lose his mind, something primal unlocking deep inside his brain. The softness he’s always treated you with is replaced by the animalistic need to fill you to the brim. The springs of your mattress squeak loudly under his knees, the head board he helped you set up after a trip to Ikea smacking against your wall with every harsh thrust.

“Gonna make you mine, yeah? You want that?” He doesn’t sound like the man who leaves you silly notes with all his gifts, his voice is rough just like his touch. The hair on his thighs rubbing against the wet backs of yours.

“Please, yeah, it’s all - fuck, fuck, yeah it’s all I want Steve, please.” You're babbling now too close to worry about how you sound with your cheek pressed to the mattress as he holds your hips up. The grip on your sheets is tight enough to pull them off the corners of your bed, and the fire that's threatened to consume you finally does when the tip of him hits a spot he’s never found before. “Oh god, i‘m gonna - Steve! -i’mgonnacum!”

He keeps his unrelenting pace watching the way your eyes screw shut, and your jaw go slack. A shudder rolling through your body, toes curling while your walls milk him with the strength of your orgasm.

“Oh fuck - honey.” Steve’s loud when he paints your insides white, the warmth of him filling you up until it drips down your thighs is enough to make you moan with him at the feel of it, aftershocks running though your fingertips that grasp at anything.

The blunt ends of his nails dig into your hips, his body staying ridgid as he tries to get a grip. Yours is limp in his hands, eyes slowly blinking while everything comes back into focus. When he finally regains enough brain power, he leans forward again, trailing lazy wet kisses up your spine that make the corners of your lips twitch before he stops at your ear.

“So we’re absolutely going to get drinks there again.”

#my writing #all i really want is you #steve harrington #steve harrington smut #steve harrington x you #steve harrington x reader #steve harrington x reader smut #steve harrington one shot #steve harrington fic #steve harrington fanfic #steve harrington x y/n #steve harrington oneshot #steve harrington imagines #steve harrington fanfiction #older!steve harrington

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dark-and-kawaii · 3 months

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Knotted

Raphael x F!Tav/Reader

⋆˙⟡♡ 18+

⋆˙⟡♡ Summary/Request: “Write Raphael knotting reader you coward”

⋆˙⟡♡ Notes: I HOPE YOU’RE HAPPY SINNER!!! *winks*

You were drooling, eyes rolling back as you dig your nails into his chest attempting to slow down his rhythm, but to no avail. You bounce back on him like your life depends on it when he speeds up, chanting his name between pants.

“R~Raph~Raphael~, s’too- too m-much,” you choke out, only to feel him turn you over in the sheets, jerking up your hips as he positions himself behind you. Your voice nothing more than a whimper, your lashes adorned with tiny droplets of tears. They threaten to fall any second at the stretch, the feeling of being filled by your devil. At the searing pain as he forcefully reenters you, emitting a low growl and firmly grasping a handful of your hair.

The pain only heightens the pleasure, your cries going from breathy and needy to louder, more desperate. He fucks you like an animal, his face pressed against your nape as his breath caresses your skin. His horns digging into the side of your head. He can smell your arousal, hear your heart hammering away and feel your wetness slicking up his cock as he fucks into you.

He bites down on your shoulder hard enough to draw blood, and the cry that leaves your throat makes his cock twitch and his thrusts get more erratic. The sight of your delicate crimson flow is so pretty, captivating enough to enthrall Raphael for hours on end without ever losing interest.

He wants you to come, to milk him dry. The way your walls clench around him drives him crazy, his grip tightening. He lets go of your hair and wraps his arm around your middle, pressing your back into his chest as he ruts into you. His other hand cages your neck, your blood slipping from the corner of his mouth.

His scorching tongue laps at the rivulets of your blood, and then another sharp bite follows, triggering a surge of scorching warmth that coils your stomach. Your body instinctively arches, releasing a guttural scream. The intensity overwhelms you, causing pain and pleasure to meld into an intoxicating fusion. It's an exquisite agony, so damn satisfying. Your head spins, leaving you dizzy and consumed.

Your legs tremble and you can feel your walls tighten around him. He fucks you through your orgasm, not once letting up on his pace, “You take it so well for such a tiny little thing,” he fucks you into the mattress relentlessly, balls hitting you with each pump as you cling to the hand wrapped around your throat. Your hands shaking, hair clinging to your face while you try to keep your mind from breaking. His voice, his smell, his presence; all of him consumes you.

“Cum for me again, little pup.” It’s an order. One that has your tears falling down your cheeks as he slips the hand from your neck to between your legs and rubs your sore, overstimulated clit hard and fast.

Your walls contract sharply in response to his touch, eliciting a blinding explosion of white that engulfs your vision once again. Your pussy desperately clings to the relentless thrusting of his cock, but he shows no mercy, continuing to rub and penetrate you. The world around you becomes hazy, distant, as all your focus narrows down to Raphael's cock stretching your tight little pussy.

He treats you like a piece of meat, fucking you with an unyielding intensity, saliva dripping from the corners of your mouth, a wicked grin on his face. The thrusts relent slightly, allowing you a brief moment to catch your breath, and the first sound that escapes your lips is a sobbing, pathetic, “Raphy-s’can-can’t take-mhm-more.”

He chuckles darkly, “More?” he pulls your head to the side as you try to shake your head. “My little mouse wants more?”

“Noooo~ p-plea-,” Your resistance crumbles, your defiance fading the moment his engorged head relentlessly collides with your cervix, driving you deeper into the mattress. All that remains is a mixture of cries, whimpers, and moans as you surrender to the relentless rhythm of his hips, too exhausted, sore, and thoroughly fucked out to muster anything else.

Raphael can tell how weak you are, how much you can take before you break. The sight of you under him, your face covered in drool and tears as you take every inch of his cock. He’s lost track of how long he’s been at it with you, and neither does he care. You belong to him now, and he plans to savor every second.

Your body contracted on his cock yet again, your fingers curling, until your nails dug into him. Something was pressing against your sex and your scream hitched in volume as you felt it suddenly shove into you, locking your body to his. A- A knot?

You felt full, so full. You looked down to see the bulge in your lower stomach, your eyes widening. Raphael didn't let up, and the bulge went higher with each thrust. Raphael kept thrusting as much as he could, pulling his knot back and forth inside of you. His teeth finding your shoulder to lock you in place even further.

“RAAPHAEL~” tongue lolling out, your body spasms, and it's all too much. The pressure of his knot, his sharp teeth piercing your skin, your blood trickling down from your neck to his silk sheets while the blood from your shoulder trails down your back. The feeling of his cock pushing and rubbing, it felt as if he was rearranging your guts into a mess. Everything almost becomes numb, and you're sure your brain has stopped functioning.

You could feel it, spurt after spurt of his hot milky seed soaking your insides. Filling you up completely. Your devil holds you there, grinding his hips to yours while he pumps his heir inside of you. His teeth on your shoulder deepening.

And you swore you could feel his hot sticky sperm invading your womb. Feel the tip of his cock pressing and massaging against your cervix. With your lips sealed by his throbbing, fat knot, little of the massive amount of his seed leaves your pussy.

You can't help but imagine his potent cum entering your womb, the flood of it invading your space, seeking to impregnate you. Even if some fail, his sperm will continue to writhe in your womb for days, hunting for an egg to penetrate.

You were still knotted to Raphael, although he'd finally laid down, covering your body with his own but leaned to the side so he didn't crush you. His arms around you, his wings enveloping you, holding you in place as his hips rock forward. You're too exhausted to say anything, to even move, and all you can do is just stay there and take it as he goes again.

The question in your head repeated itself as you closed your eyes, did you just become a devil's bitch?

… And did you care...?

#bg3 #baldurs gate 3 #raphael bg3 #bg3 raphael #raphael the cambion #raphael x tav #raphael x reader #bg3 smut #tw knotting

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a-simple-imagine · 7 months

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Bigender asian with pronoun fuckery

synopsis: you're a rising star at godu. just cracked the top ten but a budding relationship with jordan li may bring everything crumbling down

pairing: jordan li x fem!reader

words: 5.2k+

a/n - not sure how i feel about this but i am putting it out there. if this gets enough attention, I can work on another part that goes a little deeper?? I use all pronouns for Jordan but mainly they/them

WARNINGS - swearing and drug use

a groggy groan slips past your lips as you bury your face further into the gentle embrace of the pillow. it is early. too early. you have no clue what time it actually is but whatever the case may be, you weren't ready for the day to start just yet. it takes a moment to realise you're alone in this bed. you hadn't been when you fell asleep. it doesn't bother you too much though. they're probably just getting ready. that is until you hear a curse word muttered quietly; perhaps an attempt to not disturb you or maybe they just wanted to hide their frustration. "what are you doing?" your words half muttered into the pillow.

"rankings are out." that was it? rankings? you sometimes forget how competitive they can be. it's not like you're not interested. you've wanted that top spot since freshman year. alas, golden boy holds that spot and you'd never be a pretty blonde white boy if you tried. this semester you've been working extra hard. Everyone knows you're in the best chance of scoring a city contract if you can break the top ten but the seven? they want the best of the best. sure it's not impossible to be lower and also become part of the team, the deep managed it, but that was an anomaly. most supes just end up as walking advertisements for vought. and as much as you may enjoy the occasional acting class. you weren't here to end up on some CW show or a Netflix special. you were gonna make it into the seven. you were gonna prove to everyone that you are one of the best.

"who cares," you mumble, rolling onto your back and spreading your arms out wide.

"oh, so you don't care that you're now second."

"come back to bed." you urge. a silence seals the room until your brain catches up to what it just heard. did they say second? as in second place? as in one spot away from first? you didn't mishear that. sitting up, you eventually spy a feminine presenting Jordan sitting at her desk, illuminated by the blue glow of their tablet. their short bob falls to one side. a perfect backdrop for such a pretty face "Are you fucking with me?" they don't bother responding just shove the tablet out in your direction. grabbing it you see your school ID photo with a massive '#2' next to it. you blink a few times. scroll down a little. refresh the page. but again it's still there. it was real. "fuck"

"My thoughts exactly," Jordan reacts. you glimpse at them wondering what that comment means. it could merely be a jest or a reflection of their current mood. you take a moment to look at the rest of the list in search of their name. they were no longer top three. you found them sitting nicely at number five. double fuck. you had taken their spot. they're still top ten which most would be happy with but not Jordan. tossing the tablet aside, you drop back against the bed. letting your eyes fall closed. "we have class in like an hour."

"I don't need to go to class. I'm number two now," you press.

"not how that works," A dramatic groan falls past your lips, pulling the covers up over your head. bed sounded better than a morning lecture. you wish they would just join you or leave you be. "get out of my bed." Jordan huffs after a moment. "we're gonna be late." you don't move. you frankly don't care. "if you don't hurry up, no breakfast."

"fucks sake." you whine, emerging from beneath the darkness of the duvet. "fine. I'll let you buy me Jitterbean."

"thought so," they offer you a tight smile. you could never say no to a free treat before class. "chop-chop."

Drink in one hand, pastry in the other, you're feeling brighter as you stroll into class. Jordan trails behind you. they'd been usually quiet on the walk over. you put it down to all the attention you were attracting today. couldn't even walk across campus without people asking for pictures or saying hi. you weren't sure you liked it just yet but for right now it was fine. when you spot cate you offer a scrunched up smile which she quickly returns. you and cate had been friends since day one. something just clicked. "there she is," cate starts as you approach your usual spot in class. "the girl of the hour. you're literally all anyone can talk about."

"aren't i always," you tease.

"we're going out tonight"

"are you asking-" you begin as Dean Shetty strides into the room. guess brink was out today. "or telling me?"

"telling," cate's smile quirks up before she turns to focus on the class. guess that was the end of that conversation.

you linger by your desk as everyone else filters out of the room after class. Dean Shetty requested a word. you can't imagine what it's about. surely she isn't that bothered by your attempts at chatting through her lecture. you offer up an awkward little smile as you push off the desk you were leaning against; slowly making you way across the room. "so what have I done wrong?"

"you mean other than talking through the entire class," you internally cringe a little. maybe she was bothered by all the whispering. she watches you for a moment before continuing. "it is nothing like that. don't worry."

"then why am I here?"

"I just thought we should have a little chat." your brow furrows. what did you and the dean of an entire university have to discuss? was this about your ranking? was she about to tell you there had been a mistake? "I believe congratulations are in order- such an extensive jump in ranking, you must be proud."

this felt like a conversation that could have been an email. "sure. thanks." you shrug. you're not really sure what to say. of course, you're proud. you were the second highest ranked student in a school of exceptional kids. "is that all?"

"no," her head shakes a little. I wanted to make sure you understand the gravity of the position you're in." when you don't respond she decides to just continue. "being a superhero is about more than just your abilities. it's also about how you present yourself. people care about you. they wanna know what you're doing. who you're hanging out with. One minute you're taking a picture with a nice girl you met at a party the next you're fighting nazi allegations for hanging out with a white supremacist. do you get what I'm saying?"

you shrug. "don't hang out with nazis, got it."

"I'm saying you need to look at yourself more like a brand. Be careful about what you say and who you spend your time with. you're the sum of the people around you."

"I know. I took branding." everyone knew how this worked. being a good person only took you so far and if homelander was anything to go off, that doesn't even matter that much. it's all about how you market yourself. it's about how many followers you have. how much attention you can get. inevitably, how much money can you make for Vought? Dean Shetty smiles but it doesn't quite reach her eyes.

"you do want to be number one, correct?" you nod a little. "I want to help you get to the top but only if you wanna help yourself."

"what about Luke?"

"he is far from my concern right now." what did that even mean? "so?"

you hesitate. you did want this but you weren't entirely sure what you were agreeing to here. If Dean Shetty can help you secure first place though, maybe it was worth the risk. she was an expert here. should you even bother questioning why the sudden interest in you? "I want this."

"Good," her smile seemed more genuine now. "I know you can go far, just keep in mind what I said."

"I will," you start edging towards the stuff you left on your desk. "thanks."

"also try listening during lectures. I'm sure you and Miss Dunlap can talk some other time."

"Sorry." with that you practically run out of the classroom before she can continue talking.

it's a particularly chilly night smushed in the back seat of an old car. bright lights zoom past the window and music blasts through the speakers. you're not really paying attention to the noise around you. it's a mess of meaningless conversation. Dean Shetty's words play over in your head. She certainly would not approve of this little venture out into the night past curfew; what she didn't know couldn't hurt her. Jordan eventually pulls your attention; in his hand, he holds two small red pills. you don't really question it before popping one into your mouth. a second for later. tonight was gonna be fun or if nothing else you can abuse enough substances to pretend. the secret location is just a massive warehouse. on the outside, you'd think it any old thing. inside you find massive tanks of rainbow fish, long sweeping curtains, jester-themed masquerade masks and other eccentric decor. it is the most random selection and yet it works so well. creates the perfect balance of sexy and mysterious but inviting. you find yourself in a booth with your friends all around. "so how's being number two going for ya?" Andre asks. "feeling the pressure yet?"

"I don't know," you shrug. "people are weird."

"what do you mean?" Luke questions.

"Dean Shetty said some things to me after class."

"-I come bearing gifts." Jordan appears, now in their feminine form with a couple of drinks followed by Marie. "courtesy of the young gentleman at the bar."

"What did Dean Shetty say?"

"it doesn't matter." you shrug it off. "two will never be one right."

"has it not hit yet?" Jordan wonders.

"i know what it's like to suddenly have all this pressure on you but try not to think about it much," Luke reassures you. "just keep doing what you're doing. you've got this."

"my guy. you're supposed to be happy here," Andre leans forward slapping his hand against your leg. "we're out here celebrating you, dude. cheer up."

"I'm plenty happy," you grumble sinking further into your seat. you appreciate their attempt to cheer you up but it's honestly not needed. you're happy to be in second place even with all the newly founded pressure; just a little confused about what was expected of you. "ecstatic even. let's talk about something else."

your head feels fuzzy. nothing feels real anymore. but it's good. great even. you feel so fucking good. like you've rid yourself of every lingering thought that wrapped itself around your body. you're light. you're free. the shimmering blue of the giant fish tanks is so mesmerising; you almost want to climb in but instead, you watch. colours morphing and shifting before your eyes. back and forth. back and forth. you jump a little as something touches your shoulder. "here you are." their words seem distant; muffled even. "you good?" you nod a little continuing to stare at the fish. two hands slip around your waist and connect in front. you feel their body press into yours from behind. you know it's Jordan. you know they're masc. You know them well. their smokey cologne. the way their body feels around you. the subtle differences between both forms. taller. bigger. firm. you let out a content hum. it's a rarity for such open affection. "what are you doing?" whispered in your ear.

"Just watching the fish,"

"why?"

"do you ever wonder what it would be like to be a fish?" you wonder softly. "to just swim around all day without a care in the world… no complex family systems. no pressure to be the best. just… swimming and pretty colours." their chuckle is temperate. affectionate. it almost seems like they somehow get closer.

"you're fucked, huh?"

"I'm good. I'm great," you respond. they just chuckle again, planting a soft kiss on your shoulder. your relationship with Jordan was hardly one of romance. you have slept together. a few times actually. and some kind of feelings are there; at least for you there are but you're not dating. you're just… having fun. maybe you want more. who knows? you don't. would they even want more? probably not. you'd like it. maybe. doesn't matter. they make you feel warm. safe even. and that's all that really matters.

"shall we get you a drink?" you nod a little. "yeah?"

"yeah," you repeat nodding more eagerly. a dopey smile settling on your lips as you let your head fall back; nuzzling against him. "something fruity, please."

"let's get you something fruity," arms vacate your waist replaced with a hand in yours.

"bye fishies," you throw a wave back. "say bye Jordan."

"Absolutely not." they interlock your fingers before leading the way back into the turbulent crowd of the club.

"you're no fun." you groan playfully. weaving through the mass of people back towards the bar, you come across cate. as you approach, Jordan let's go.

"you found her then," shouted over the heavy bass and mess of voices.

"she was alone staring at the fish tanks," they respond.

"the fish were really pretty," you contribute with a bright smile.

"you gotta stop running off, silly."

"but the fishies-"

"I know they're pretty but still," cate continues. "do you wanna come dance?"

"hmmm… yes." you respond brightly. "jordan's gonna get me a drink. jordan get cate one too."

"yeah Jordan, get cate one too." cate repeats playfully. her hand slides into yours and she pulls you towards the dance floor. it's a lot of blurred colours as you sway and move alongside the blonde. she wears a playful smile and smells so good. really sweet. like freshly baked cookies. "are you good?"

"mhmm,"

"you sure?" it's so loud out here. there are so many people around you. it's hard to pick up what is being said.

"I am so good, cate," you respond loudly. "I mean definitely fucked but yeah. are you good?"

"yeah," she nods. "I'm-" the rest of her sentence is impossible to comprehend.

"what?"

cate places her hands on your shoulders bringing you to a stop as she leans in extra close. "i said i'm proud of you."

"you're starting to sound like my mom," you joke. she playfully hits your arm. "but thank you."

"i think you could actually take luke's spot."

"i definitely can." you declare proudly. "dean shetty offered to help."

"really?" cate seems shocked by the idea. "why?"

you shrug. "i'm gonna be in the seven one day." you yell loudly. nobody cares. everyone is being loud. it'd drowned out by everything else. cate stares at you for a moment before letting her smile return.

"fuck yeah, you are," cate shouts. your smile brightens. fuck yeah, you are.

your head pounds with the weight of your bad decisions. maybe you went a little too hard. Nausea settles deep in the pit of your stomach. you think you're gonna throw up. you don't. you breathe deeply through it. a long groan forces its way past your lips as you roll onto your back; stretching out your limbs as far as they go to very little relief. A pain radiates from your left leg. god only knows why. you're just a little achy. how did you even get here? the last thing you remember is dancing with Cate; having fun.

"she's alive," the voice catches you off guard. it sounds like… wait. your eyes finally focus on the person in the room who definitely wasn't your roommate. that black hair. that pretty face. the effortless expression of too cool to be here. jordan li is still in the exact same outfit as last night. why were they here? "how's our newest celebrity?"

there were many ways you could answer but your brain could only come up with. "shitty."

"I bet," they approach the end of your bed, holding out a glass of water. "here."

you slowly push yourself up into a seated position. trying desperately to ignore the intense pressure building in your head. "why are you here?" you ask, accepting the glass and taking a long, big gulp.

"Jordan stayed all night," your roommate, Beth, interjects. By her tone, she was not happy with your newfound company. "would have been nice to know."

"I'm allowed to have people in our room, Beth." you hand the glass back to Jordan before falling back down against the bed. rubbing your eyes with your thumb and forefinger. "I wanna die."

"tell me next time." Beth continues to argue. "instead I wake up to a stranger in our room."

you groan loudly. this was too much talking for your poor delicate head to handle right now. "I'm right here, guys," Jordan insists. "I literally spoke to you last night."

"I'm making a point." your roommate argues. "I'd like a heads up."

"gooooood! okay- sorry," you groan. you really don't care this much

"Okay, well, I gotta go," Jordan hums. "wasn't supposed to stay this long just wanted to make sure you're cool."

"I'm fine. go," you wave a dismissive hand as your eyes flutter close. "thanks for getting me home."

"any time," their weight leaves the bed and you roll onto your side to face the wall. pulling the duvet closer around your body. "I'll text you- bye Beth."

"bye Jordan." you hear the door click and an uncomfortable silence fills the room. it's preferable to the loud conversation that just happened. it's a relief to your head. you just want to go back to sleep. "they must really like you."

urgh. you don't want to talk anymore. "yeah, jordans cool."

"no, I mean, they like you," Beth continues on. you bury yourself further into your cocoon of pillows and duvet. "stayed the whole night just to keep an eye on you. I said it was fine- you'd be fine but they insisted."

Jordan insisted? just how fucked up were you that Jordan li of all people would stay the night just to make sure you were okay? you guys were good friends but most of the time they were either bullying you or treating you like a child which is like a subset of bullying you. you remember them wrapping their arms around you as you watched the fish last night. you've seen Jordan's softer side obviously but yeah. "we're just friends, dude."

"All I know is that Jordan li, as far as I've seen and heard, would not do that for just anyone. they're into you."

"sure. fine. whatever." you growl. you just wanted this conversation to end. Jordan was cool but if you think about this for too long your head is gonna explode. right now, sleep was what you needed. "Jordan Li is in love with me. I'm going back to sleep." it's hard not to think about what Beth suggested. that Jordan was into you as more than just a friend and occasionally fuck buddy. is that something you should talk about? What if Beth was wrong and you bring it up and it makes things super weird? you can't handle that. you have like a million classes together, you would never be able to escape them.

it was a bright sunny day in the quad of Godolkin University. you sit in the courtyard. a laptop, criminology textbooks and a water bottle spread across the table. you have an essay due in a few days. you had sat down to work on this essay multiple times with a beautiful blank document and many hours on TikTok to show for it. "hey," your TikTok time is interrupted by none other than Jordan Li. you had not seen them since that night or morning. you hadn't really spoken either. you weren't avoiding them by any means. you were just busy and they hadn't seemed too eager to talk so. "hey," they say after a moment. "how's the essay going?"

"so great," you flash a smile. "I've written so much."

"that good, huh," they joke awkwardly taking a sip of their coffee. you just hum in response. you need to get this done. no time to add Jordan to the list of distractions. after a few moments of silence, they speak up again. "I was hoping we could talk

"Can this wait? I really need to get this done."

"I guess…" Jordan trailed off. you look at him for a moment. he seems disheartened by your request.

"what's up?"

"it… doesn't matter. don't worry." a small smile settles on their lips. "I should go."

"you sure?"

Jordan pushes up from their seat. "I'll see you later."

that was weird. definitely something you need to come back to later when you're not working on a deadline. for now, you had an essay to, at the very least, start.

"Have you spoken to Jordan recently?" you ask Cate as you slide into a booth at the on-campus Vought - a - burger. the smell of deep-fried food hangs heavy in the air and you know damn well this table is probably gonna be sticky as hell. "I feel like they're ignoring me."

"What makes you think that?"

"the fact that they're quite literally ignoring me. I've text them a couple times and nothing. even in class, they can hardly look at me." you reach into the bag to pull out the food; placing it on napkins in front of you. cate hands you your drink in exchange for her order. "I feel bad. they tried to talk to me the other day but I wanted to get my essay done."

"they've seemed fine to me but I've been working on a project for my hero management class." Cate shrugs. "is this about what happened the other night?"

"what happened the other night?" you questioned, popping a fry into your mouth. it actually tasted fresh and salty; guess you came at the correct time. you hate it when they're all soggy.

"I don't know if it's my place to say- you were pretty high."

"did I do something… bad?" you didn't remember that night but you never imagined you would ever do something inappropriate.

"no. not bad." you can tell she regrets bringing this up; whatever this is. torn between wanting to help and not overstepping boundaries. She is about to continue when two girls approach the table. freshmen you presume. you've never seen them before.

"Can we get a selfie?" the taller of the two requests. you frown a little.

"we're actually trying to have a private con-"

"it'll just take a minute," they turn around and hold the camera out, snapping a picture before you have a chance to react. "thanks." they scurry off almost immediately. you'll probably find yourself tagged in a picture on Instagram later. it had been happening a lot recently; so much so that you had to turn notifications off.

"the fuck?" you share a confused look with Cate. "people are so rude."

"they're just excited. you're basically a celebrity to them," Cate chuckles.

"do you think Jordan hates me now?" you wonder bringing the conversation back to Li.

"it's probably just because of the rankings."

"you mean because I took their spot?"

"Jordan has always been pretty intense when it came to rankings. they've wanted that top spot for as long as I've known them." Cate explains, hiding her mouth as she shoves more food into her mouth. "must suck that you just jumped to two and have the dean in your corner no less." you never really considered how Jordan must be handling all this. you knew they'd be a little upset but this seemed extreme.

"I never really thought about that," you sigh softly. "should I apologise?"

"I don't know," Cate resumes, biting the head off some fries. "if you think it'd help."

"I don't know why they didn't just tell me that when we first found out," you frown a little. "they were a little distant but they seemed cool when we went out."

"maybe you should just try talking to them," Cate suggests, picking up her drink. She takes a swift sip before continuing. "if it's about rankings or the other night- I don't know. only Jordan does."

"what happened the other night?" you ask again.

"ask Jordan."

"I'm asking you, Cate."

"you were just a lot and said some things."

"Cate!" you huff, falling back. you know Cate well. you know when she's avoiding something. "I know you're being cryptic so I give up on it."

"it's just not my place. it's between you and Jordan. I don't wanna get in the middle." Cate presses sharply. "did you get your essay done?"

"no," you shake your head. "I ended up getting an extension- how am I supposed to speak to them when they're ignoring me?"

"i don't know- can we please talk about something else?" Cate pleads.

"Sure," you hum softly. taking another fry you dip it into some sauce. "let's talk about how I'm about to fail criminology."

you text Jordan that you're coming over. It wasn't a question but a statement. no option to refuse. you needed to sort this out and being direct was the best approach. did every inch of your body buzz with anxiety as you made your way towards their dorm room? yes. but it beat constantly thinking about every little interaction you had with Jordan in the past week trying to figure out exactly what you had done wrong. the only blank spot was that night and Cate had unintentionally convinced you that you had done something absolutely awful. maybe you told them you hate them or invalidated their identity in some way? fuck. you swallow hard staring at their closed door. you shake out the nerves before knocking. knock. knock. knock. and the door swings open to reveal Jordan. "hey," they hum before retreating into the safety of their dorm. shutting the door behind you, you step inside the all too familiar space; you had been here a great many times and yet today there was a weird vibe. it felt foreign. cold even. "so what did you wanna talk about?" for a split second you almost forgot why you were here. you turn to Jordan who is sitting on the couch, a laptop thrown off to the side now. your eyes fall to the homelander Vought-a-burger toy that has somehow become a staple of this room. leader of the seven. currently facing major allegations. "you good?"

"Are you mad at me?" you blurt out. "is it about the rankings? I know they mean a lot to you and I basically took your spot so I get it if you're mad. it's a little unfair because I've always wanted this too but like I get it." your rambling but you can't help yourself. you need to get this all out as quickly as possible before your brain catches on and you chicken out. "And I'm sorry about the other day, I just really needed to get my essay done. I ended up getting an extension because I was so stressed out about it, I just couldn't start." you can't bring yourself to look at them. "or if I did something shitty on that night out. I'm sorry. it was fucked-"

"whoa dude, chill out," Jordan ultimately interrupts. "you're talking a lot." you dare a glance at them. their face is pretty neutral so you have no clue what was going on in their head. "what are you even asking?"

"why are you avoiding me?" you ask. "I've clearly done something wrong."

a heavy sigh leaves their lips as they fall back against the plush fabric. "I'll admit I was a little annoyed with the rankings at first but I'm working on it. this is like a really big deal for you."

"so you're not mad at me?" you sound so pathetic. an even bigger sigh leaves their lips. you're not sure what that means but nobody sighs that heavily for good reason. they push to their feet, crossing the room towards you.

"I'm not mad at you," they say softly as they approach. for a second they hold your gaze as they linger close but then they flicker away. "I'm just… confused."

"About what?" they take a step closer. so close. too close. their hot breath pricks at your skin but you don't dare move away. you almost feel drawn to them.

"Is this okay?" they say quietly.

"Are you only doing this so we'll stop talking about it?" their head shakes just a little.

"no," their hand graces over your neck and up to the bottom of your jaw. Their thumb gently brushes your skin, sending a chill down your spine. there would always be something about Jordan Li that made you melt inside. when they're here and so close, you almost forget all your worries. the way they look at you. like you're the only person in the world. a feather-like embrace is enough to send you spinning. "I don't think I can just be your friend anymore," whispered against your lips. "I… like you too." they pull back.

"Jordan,"

"I need you to say it- I need you to say it sober so I don't feel like a fucking idiot," say it sober? when did you say it in the first place? maybe this was what Cate was talking about. the thing you couldn't remember. you admitted to having feelings for Jordan. fuck.

"I…" you trail off, the words are caught in your throat. this is gonna change everything?

"It's cool," they declare loudly, letting their hand fall as they away. "I get it."

"no Jordan-"

"no it's fine. you were fucked. it didn't mean anything- I shouldn't have said anything."

"Jordan," you say louder, reaching out for their hand. a deep regret fills your stomach. you liked Jordan. they meant a lot to you and you were throwing it all away because you were scared; terrified even. if this doesn't work out then you ruin everything. there's no coming back from this.

"don't," they yank their hand away. "please don't. I don't want your pity."

"It's not pity."

"I don't get you." they huff. "you're all over me and then you want nothing to do with me. you tell everyone you like me but then… nothing? it's… confusing-"

"Jordan just- stop please," you say loudly. "I… like you, okay?"

"don't say things you don't mean."

"I mean it," you say a tad more confidently. "I like you." you try to reach for them again. they let you take their hand. " i don't know what it means exactly but I do… like you… too." you squeeze their hand slightly. it's warm and fits so perfectly in yours. they turn back to you with a smile. a small genuine smile that fills you with butterflies. they really did mean so much to you.

"so… now what?" they ask.

"I don't know." you pursed your lips, shrugging your shoulders. "but I do have to go."

"Seriously?"

"I have a meeting with Dean Shetty." you express. "I'm sorry. She wants me at some dinner so."

#gen v #jordan li #jordan li x reader #jordan li x you #the boys #london thor #derek luh

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lewdmommie · 11 months

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Our little secret

TojiFushiguroxmalereader💗

Summary: you two couldn’t wait till you got home

🎀Warning🎀:18+NSFW Rough sex,raw sex,biting,language,oral sex,praise etc…

“What if someone hears us?” You moan, letting your head fall back on his shoulder as he pumps your warm, stiff shaft. His body is hot and solid behind you; one hand stroking your dick and the other gripping right under your thigh, propping you up as a puppet, tugging at all of your strings. Your ass grinds against the crotch of his dark wash denim jeans, yearning for release. His hand slides to cup your ass, a mischievous finger toys with the rim of your twitching hole. Your asshole shivers in anticipation before relaxing to let his finger inside. He pets your walls, stretching you gently. Toji’s back is pressed up against the cold wall of the bathroom stall as he strokes your cock. The rustle and bustle of traffic in the restaurant bathroom is the only thing keeping you from crying out in pleasure.

“Then you better keep your fucking mouth shut.” His long tongue licks the crown of your blushed ear. He chuckles mockingly, running the flat of his index finger over your dripping tip. He could feel the steady beat of your still hardening dick in his hand. His own erection strained painfully in his pants begging to be buried in your innermost parts. Soft plump lips plant kisses up the length of your neck, sending a shiver down your spine. Your knees threaten to buckle as an orgasm draws near. The danger of being caught lit a fire inside you. This was your little secret and no one else knew how much pleasure you were receiving just beyond this stall door.

“Wanna come stop by after dinner to play some video games with Rick and I?” The sound of water rushing nearly drowns out the man’s voice.

Another mystery man answers.

“Yeah bro. I just gotta let Maddie know I’ll be home late.” You needed them to leave—now.

If they didn’t walk out of that restroom at that very moment, they’d hear you melt into an absolute mess. Toji’s large hand lets go of your twitching cock, he grabs your shoulder turning you to face him.

“Please…need to fuck you.” He pants gripping the bulge in his jeans.

You nod, crouching down and unbuckling his black leather belt. He stares down at you with low lustful eyes. His scarred upper lip pulls to a smirk as his big dick bursts free standing at full attention. One hand cups his balls, massaging gently. The other pumps any exposed cock that didn’t fit in your mouth.

“Yeah,just like that…get it nice and wet for me.” He groans.

The bathroom door creaks as the two men exit chatting happily with no idea Toji Fushiguro was crumbling in your hands. Now that there were no witnesses, you could give it everything you had. You look up at him as you gobble his pulsing rod, slurping and gagging as you take him down your throat. You swallow just as his tip kisses your uvula, contracting your throat muscles around him.

“Fuuuck you’re such a fucking slut…” his eyes roll back as his head falls back against the tile wall. You pull back, gently licking his tip as your hand slowly glides up the length of his dick, lapping up his salty pre-cum. You wanted every last drop, he hisses as you run the flat of your tongue up his throbbing shaft. His dick flinches at such pleasure, slipping from your grasp. Spit flows down your chin as he pulls away. His hands cup your under arms as he lifts you to your feet.

“Spread it for me.” He pushes you to the wall, your face squishes against the surface. Your hands reach behind you, pulling the plush skin of your ass apart. Your hole quivers as the cool air hits it, Toji wastes no time easing into you.

His tip pushes past your eager entrance, you groan as he stretches you. He fills you up inch by inch, your anal walls clamp down on him, sucking him in deeper. His huge veiny hand grips your jaw as he forces two fingers in your mouth. He growls slamming into you with urgency. The pressure in your stomach makes your legs weak, you brace your palms against the wall as he pounds into you fervently. His other hand slides up your shirt, teasing the pointed peaks of your nipples. His finger circles it as he thrust into you balls deep, your jaw bites down in his fingers as he hits your gspot. “Harder, fuck you know just how I like it.” He pinches your nipple, rutting into you faster, your face slamming against the wall with every thrust. Your teeth bare down harder on his fingers, his cock twitched uncontrollably begging for release. Your tight fluttering hole responses clenching around the girth of his member just as your hot cum burst free staining the wall infront of you. He follows closely behind running his nails down your torso hard enough to break skin as he rails into you with long deep strokes.

“Fuck fuck fuck s’to good c-cumming” he growls.

His cum shoots warm and thick against your sweet spot, his cock trembles semi hard still inside you.

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actuallysaiyan · 7 months

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Kinktober Day 22: Intoxication(A kiss is not enough...)

warnings/kinks: mentions of drinking, smut, semi-public sex, teasing and flirting word count: 0.7k pairings: Dante x Fem!Reader teaser: “Wanted you for so long, baby. I was a fool for not letting you know beforehand.” taglist: @beneathstarryskies @loki-love @witchofcustom @dreadsuitsamus @pyrofanatic

You wouldn’t believe anyone if they told you that Dante felt the same way about you as you did him. It was just too painful to imagine him falling for someone else while you were so deeply infatuated with him. So you played dumb and pretended that the two of you were just meant to be good friends forever. Nothing more and nothing less, and it kept you from crumbling apart.

Both Lady and Nero were so annoyed with trying to convince you otherwise. There was no way Dante would truly confess, as he had the same fear as you did. He didn’t want you to fall in love with someone else while he’s so deeply in love with you.

So they decide to take matters into their own hands. If they get you both a little buzzed, maybe you’ll both be able to gain the courage to confess to one another. So after one successful mission all together, Nero and Lady suggest going out to the bar. You and Dante agree, deciding to meet at the bar after a shower and getting freshened up.

Dante’s eyes nearly pop out of his head when he sees you wearing such a tight little outfit. That dress accentuates your curves so well. It makes him hard just looking at you. When you approach him, he can smell that sweet perfume on you.

“Hey, I’m glad we can take a load off after work.” You mention, leaning against him just a little.

Dante smirks, “Yeah me too.”

The night goes on so well. You and Dante drink some drinks, while Lady makes sure you don’t get too drunk and Nero makes sure Dante drinks enough to get buzzed. It’s not long before you and Dante are singing a duet for karaoke together, laughing and having such a good time together. One might think you two were a couple. In fact, one man tried to flirt with you and Dante was so quick to swoop in and save you from that creep.

The night air hits you and soon you find yourself almost curling into Dante’s touch as he leads you into the alleyway behind the bar. Nobody is out here. Just you and him, and you’re both intoxicated enough to confess to one another.

Despite this, it turns physical really quickly. Dante cups your face in his hands, kissing you hungrily. He’s been wanting to do this for far too long. He presses his muscular body against yours, making you moan.

“Shit…” you breathe out. You’ve got such a cute little smile on your face. “Damn…you nearly ate my face,”

Dante laughs at your teasing, “Oh yeah? You were doing it right back to me.”

He leans back in for another passionate kiss, this time his knee comes between your thighs and presses against your clit. Between heated kisses, Dante begins to confess his feelings to you.

“Wanted you for so long, baby. I was a fool for not letting you know beforehand.”

Your hands guide his to the bottom of your dress, and he tugs it up over your hips. Dante has you pinned to the wall as he tugs your little panties off. His fingers play with your wet cunt, making you drip all over his hand.

“Need you,” you moan as he penetrates you with one of his fingers. “Want you to fuck me. Fuck, Dante…I love you,”

These are the words he needs to hear to fuel him. He’s quick to wrap your legs around him as he pulls his cock out of his pants. He lazily pumps it a few times before slamming himself into you. Your eyes roll back as the pleasure overtakes you. You’ve never felt anything quite like this.

His fingertips dig into the meat of your thighs as he pumps into you harder and deeper, grunting about how tight and wet your little cunt is. Your walls suck him in deeper, and the tip of his fat cock keeps slamming against your sweet spot.

“Fuck I love you so much,” Dante whines between heated kisses. He continues to pound you, your back scraping slightly against the cold brick of the building. You kiss him hungrily.

“I love you too,”

Dante grunts, quickening his pace even further as the feeling of finally confessing makes him feel even needier for you. Your cries of love are so loud, Lady and Nero wrinkle their noses in disgust as they leave the bar. Nero laughs.

“Hey, at least they know they love each other now,”Nero says.

In the alleyway, Dante’s got you in such a blissful state, you’re sure you’ll never forget just how much he loves you.

#bacon.writes #Dante x reader #Dante dmc x reader #dmc Dante x reader #Dante x you #Dante x y/n #Dante smut #dmc Dante x you #dmc Dante x y/n #dmc Dante smut #Dante sparda x you #Dante sparda x reader #Dante sparda x y/n #Dante sparda smut #devil may cry Dante #devil may cry Dante x reader #devil may cry x reader #devil may cry #kinktober 2023

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kosije · 11 months

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a/n: straight out of duolingo university lol. (plz lmk abt any mistakes) my official allegations of miguel being a switch.

sub!miguel who is completely at your mercy.

so needy. will actually tear up if you tease or edge him

never whimpers… usually

it takes a bit to wear down his stubbornness, but it’s soo worth it

needs to cum so bad he’ll beg :( poor baby

"ooh fuck-so good, baby" he groans out, riding out his orgasm in your mouth. when he feels you speed up, he looks almost worried.

"h-hey tómatelo con más calma, amour! 'ts too soon to g-ahh-go again, i'm sensitive!”

you mumble something unintelligible around him and all it does is send shock waves of pleasure up his spine. you must know what you do to him, right? he's biting his lip so hard he can taste blood and his eyes are getting foggy with tears. he has half of a mind to pull you off him, but it just feels-

"so good! r-right there~,"

your tongue savors his slit while your hands stimulate the rest of his cock and massage his balls, making him run his hands through your hair, desperate and whining to cum again. so when you pull your mouth off and wipe your face with your hand, he crumbles.

"qué pasa? w-why'd you stop?"

"did you really think it'd be that easy?"

he shivers when he heard your voice. why'd you have to choose now to be so mean? and why is it making his cock twitch?

shoving his pride to the side, he takes your hands into his shaking ones and kisses around your knuckles and wrist, reveling in the small smile tugging at your lips.

"m sorry.'m so so sorry. please don't leave me like this." he pouts, bringing your hands back to his aching tip, and your smile is toothy and borderline menacing.

"didn't think you'd cave so easily. maybe i should give you something a little more than a reward."

by the end of the night, he's thanking you with his head thrown back, adam's apple bobbing, and face covered in tears and sweat, trying to hold off his orgasm as you ride him into oblivion.

softdom!miguel who is sickening-ly loving.

will live in between your thighs

ride his face and he’ll cum around nothing

pleasure dom!!! and will praise u soooo sweetly <333

he's usually like this with you, doting and caring. whether his firm hands hold your thighs over his shoulders as he eats you out like he's in a trance, or lets you ride his tongue till you pass out from pleasure (like tonight), mans will give you what you need. spit and slick running down his chin as he dives impossibly deeper into your cunt, making your back arch dramatically and thighs threaten to close.

"taste so good. siempre tan bueno para mí. déiame hacerte sentir bien."

as lewd and dirty as he looks with you on top of him, he finds it extremely intimate. you riding out your orgasm on him, your smell and taste intoxicating him, his eyes are rolling back and hips thrusting into the hollow air, desperate for any stimulation.

but you’re his angel, so when you see how needy his cock is, you wrap a sweaty hand around him and give him what just what he needed to cum immediately into your palm.

when he’s done, he’s kissing all over your thighs, praises falling from his lips as he looks up at you with a love struck expression wondering if you’re ready for him to fuck you silly ;)

meandom!miguel who is RUTHLESS!!

terribly mean because he’s in a bad mood

slapping, biting, choking, the whole 9 miles.

even his compliments are degrading

(me next, please)

harshly slapping your ass as he rails you, other hand pressing your face deeper into the mattress as you sob that it’s “too much.” when he’s tired of your sobbing, hell roughly grabs your neck to lift you upright while still drilling his long cock into the spot that has your eyes rolling back.

“huh? it’s too much? was such a little slut before and now you can’t take it? such an ungrateful whore. you’ll take it tho. want me to fuck you so deep that you’ll be round with mis niños, huh?”

“i asked you a question. use your voice or i’ll stop.”

“y–yes! yes! wanna be pregnant with your kid! wanna–right there–make you a daddy!”

with the coil in his gut threatening to snap, he runs his hands down your body to rub circles on your clit as he bites down on your shoulder.

“i can’t hold it! need to cum–oh please keep fucking me right t-there!”

“such a needy slut.” his laugh sends heat straight to your core when his lips move to the shell of your ear. “anda, cum for me.”

you’re not naïve enough to think he’s done with you. his thick fingers scoop up his cum and shove it back into your cunt, making you jump and whine. he can’t hear anything over the thoughts of how pretty you’d look also as a mommy (>_>)

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For the prompts, fluff 40 with Law?

A/N: gosh okay so that prompt is "Why are you scared of loving?" and I had to like rack my brain to figure out how to make this fluff and you can probably see that struggle :') Thank you for requesting!!! The prompts came from here! Pairing: Law x Reader CW: None WC: 713 "I love you." The worst three words that you could have ever uttered. Not because he didn't reciprocate those feelings, but because he did. His carefully crafted life was now threatened by the vulnerability of emotions. Your three simple words had the power to dismantle the walls he spent years constructing.

In an attempt to regain control, Law distanced himself. Days and weeks passed until it all became a blur. His gaze averted whenever you crossed his paths and he immersed himself in the routine of pirate life, focusing on battles, strategies, and anything that could serve as a temporary distraction to forget your confession- to forget you.

What he failed to consider was your response to his self-imposed isolation. Outwardly, you seemed fine. You faced his silence without as much as a frown. Yet, the truth was far from the façade you projected. Each day of his silence cut deeper, a relentless assault on your emotions. Behind the composed exterior lay fury, embarrassment, hurt, every negative emotion in the book. The struggle to get out of bed each day and witness the one you loved distancing himself proved to be a torturous ordeal.

Three agonizing weeks had passed since the day you bared your soul, confessing your love to Law. The silence became intolerable, and you reached a breaking point. Determination fueled your steps as you marched toward his room, a torrent of pent-up emotions ready to be unleashed. In a burst of frustration, you swung the door open, and you wasted no time in releasing those emotions.

"I don’t know what the hell your problem is, but you need to get over yourself," you exclaimed, your voice cutting through the silence. "What is actually wrong with you? What makes you think it’s acceptable to act the way you are? It’s fucking childish. Just reject me like a normal person so I can move on with my life."

To your surprise, your rant didn’t elicit any pushback or he didn’t ‘shambles’ away to avoid this conversation. Instead, an unusual stillness enveloped the room as he sat there, absorbing every word you hurled in his direction.

The tension in the room was palpable as you waited for a response that was slow to come. Eventually, he broke the silence. "I… I can’t just reject you."

You took a breath, ready to go off on him again, but he interrupted your impending outburst. "I want to accept your feelings. Trust me, I do. I just… I can’t," he confessed. A pause followed as he ran through his hair and sighed deeply before continuing. "I’m scared," he finally admitted.

You can feel the fear and vulnerability that were brought on by that admission. "Scared of what?" you carefully prodded, your tone softening. His usually guarded eyes met yours in a moment of raw honesty. "Why are you scared of loving?" you pressed further.

Law's gaze softened with the weight of memories as he began to explain. "I've seen love crumble into ashes," he starts, pain evident in his voice despite his best efforts to hide it. "Anyone who I have ever loved has been torn away from me. Love, to me, has become synonymous with loss, and I can’t do that anymore. I can’t let you fall into the same fate all because I chose to love you."

You felt the weight of his words deeply. Law is more fragile than you or anyone could have thought. You step forward, gently reaching a hand out to grab his. “I may not understand what you’ve been through, but I can see how much this hurts you,” you start. You gently rubbed your thumb over his knuckles as you continued, “and I can wait. I can wait for you to be ready to love again, no matter how long it takes.”

Your reassurance greatly comforted him. He sighed in relief that you took his admission well. He grasped your own hand and squeezed it tightly as he offered a small smile to you. Though he may never say it, he is extremely grateful that you reacted this way. A promise formed between the two of you. A promise that one day you two will be able to fully embrace the love you two share for each other.

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・✶ ｡ﾟnagi thinks you look so pretty when you’re crying on the end of his cock.

♱ warnings: f!reader, a little dacryphilia, multiple orgazms, overstimulation, nagi is a needy baby, all characters aged up to 22+ / note: i’ve not written in so long so this probably sucks, but i hav loads coming so bare w me <3 ive missed him !

the first time nagi sees you cry on the end of his cock he feels like he might pass out, the starry-eyed wet look you send him, the way you’re hiccuping through pants of his name as your nails leave raised scratches along the ivory planes of his shoulders.

his skin feels sticky, sweaty as his huge body curls over yours — pressing you deeper into the pillows as his hips rock into you, pushing his heavy cock against the swollen, sweet spots inside of you that make your nerves sing with every grind.

nagi feels like he can barely breathe, think when he looks down at you beneath him — so lost in a haze of pleasure and him as pretty crystalline tears gather along your lashes. it was rare for him to find something that wants him to put in this much effort, to push his body to its limit — to push yours along with it.

“angel..” he mumbles, long and low before hes leaning into kiss you, drinking in the hiccuped little whimpers that pour from your pouty lips as he grinds his cock even deeper. he can taste the salt from your tears as they fall across your cheeks and he can’t help the way he groans, whimpers as he savours it on his tongue before dragging it along your own.

“f-fuck— quit looking so cute, pretty thing.. ‘ts no fair, g’nna make me cum again.” nagi’s words are breathless as he buries them into the kiss, feeling your walls tremble and quiver around him at the praise, like you’re begging him for another release that he’s more than willing to give you.

every slow draw back of his hips is deliberate, making his hips stutter when he feels you squeeze around him even tighter in response — desperate to lure him back into your walls, to dig another load out of him despite the way the sinful hug of your body already has him drowsy, breathing deep and fucked out when the kiss breaks wet and he whimpers.

“can—ah, can gimme more sei. please~” fuck, you know nagi can never say no to you, not when your voice breaks underneath the weight of your arousal, when it takes a pitch higher with your next wet look — he’d even let you overwrite his save data on every game ever if you asked right now, anything to have you squeezing around his cock again.

the pace he sets isn’t fast, but every thrust is driven by the weight of his heavy physique and you feel his hands tremble where they squeeze at your waist, palming at your body as he struggles to keep a grip on his own sanity. he buries his face in the crook of your neck as he fucks into you, every back and forth stutter of his hips making him shudder with the sensitivity he still feels.

“eh, jus’ be patient w’ me, pretty thing — ‘m tired. g’nna give you more jus’ feels too good right now, s-such a pain.” nagi slurs with his words as he smears wet, drooled kisses along the dip of your shoulder. his tone wavers with how drunk he feels on your body, the head of his cock hot and sensitive with how much cum you’ve already milked from him — his body trembling with every wet connection of his hips with yours.

he pulls back when he hears you moan, the sound breaking into a hiccup with a particularly deep kiss of his cock as you send him a pretty, pliant look. tears smear down your already wet cheeks until he’s almost crumbling on top of you, lips tracing the trails the crystalline drops have followed.

“ah—w-what a pain. lemme give you one more first.” nagi’s body claps against yours as he loses himself in the needy push and pull of your cunt, desperate to dig another orgasm out of you as your glassy-eyes close with the sudden bliss.

it’s eager, messy and needy the way he sinks into your plush walls, taking a slow, ragged breath when a new set of tears follow the trail of the last across your skin. your clenching tighter as you try to meet his thrusts, making his pace stutter before the overstimulation has him pressing you deep into the mattress beneath you as his groans take a breathier, whinier pitch.

“please, wanna feel you w’ me, come on.” nagi’s voice wavers with his own plea, feeling your fingers tremble with his words as they drag along his shoulders and you’re already so sensitive that it doesn’t take much. his pelvis grinds against your clit suddenly, making you melt underneath him before your lips part to sob with how good it feels, how good he feels like a sweet little reply as you cum, squeezing unbearably tight around his sensitive cock until he’s following you off the edge.

his body crumbles as his chest falls against yours, his orgasm hitting him so hard and good he can barely hold himself up as his drowsy gaze rolls back, whimpering as you grab and scratch at his skin while he spills into you for the nth time.

nagi’s hips press flush against the own as his body almost quakes, every grind of the blunt head of his cock making you whimper as his head falls back into its place in the crook of your neck. but every still milking compression only makes him press even deeper as he thrusts shallowly, heavy cock twitching and softening as you both breathe deep.

“how many more, pretty thing? changed my mind, not tired yet.”

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Speak | Chapter 6

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Story Description: Bella Swan was a disaster when Edward had left. Deciding she needed a little help, Charlie Swan receives with open arms his younger daughter (Y/N) Swan. She helps Bella during her depression and becomes inseparable from her long-lost friend Jacob. What she didn’t expect was falling for a hotheaded short-tempered silver wolf.

Chapter: 6/?

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Chapter 6

It was hard for (Y/N) to focus on the moment for the rest of the night. Her mind kept replaying those few minutes of kindness Paul, a complete stranger, had given her. She couldn’t fathom how someone she had seen only from afar, someone she only knew by name, had somehow seen into her heart better than the boy who had known her most of her life. It was unexpected, thrilling, and just a tad bit terrifying.

She didn’t understand why she felt a strong pull toward him. There she was, in the arms of the person she had pined over from the moment she knew what attraction was, and her mind kept straying to the guy that had gotten her the dream catcher that was hidden in the cruiser like a dirty secret.

The piece felt nothing as such. It was thoughtful and beautiful, and the way it made her chest flutter signified a deeper meaning she could not dig out. There was no reason for her heart to react that way to him. She shouldn’t have wanted to feel his warm skin wrapped around her again, shouldn’t have wanted to inhale his scent or feel his arms against her, not even to see his bright smile once more.

Yet, that’s all she could think of as she helped clean up the night’s festivities. The way he called her name, the way his eyes lit up as she thanked him, the picturesque way his tan skin looked against the snow. And his smile. She could not get the image of his smile out of her head.

“Wait, (Y/N),” Jake called out to the girl as she followed their fathers out the door. His voice broke her out of her trance, a red hue taking over her cheeks. “Could you give this to Bella?”

He handed her a bag, much like the one she was already holding. But this one was beautiful — shiny red with a silver ribbon. It wasn’t crumbled or bent and looked like he’d put a lot of time and care into it. And it was just the bag.

“Is this another candle?” (Y/N) joked, trying her best to hide her disappointment.

“Uh, something like that,” he replied. “It’s just something I’ve had laying around and thought it might cheer Bella up. So, can you please get it to her?”

“Sure, of course. What is it anyway?”

“It’s nothing really,” he chuckled. “Looks like your dad’s ready to go.”

He pointed at Charlie who was glaring at them from the cruiser. His brows were furrowed and his mouth was downturned in an annoyed scowl. The man motioned at his daughter to hurry, his patience growing thin as his eyes followed the hand of the boy on the low of her back. Jake instantly retrieved his arm, flinching as if he’d burned himself with the touch.

“I should…”

“Yeah, you should go.” He bent down to give her a kiss, but she turned her head, his lips pressing onto her cheek. “I’ll see you later, okay?”

“Yeah,” she smiled forcefully. “See you.”

(Y/N) was quiet on the ride home. Bella’s gift bag was guarded in her hands, her fingers playing with the delicate ribbon. It took everything in her not to peek into the bag, to see just how much Jake loved Bella over her.

“You okay, kiddo?” Charlie broke the silence as they pulled into the driveway. “You’ve been awfully quiet.”

“Just tired,” she smiled reassuringly. “I might love Christmas but it’s an unbelievably draining holiday.”

“Well, why don’t you head up to bed and I’ll put away the food?”

“You sure?”

“I can manage a few leftovers, (Y/N),” he chuckled. “Now, go on.”

“Well, good night, dad. And merry Christmas.”

“You too, kiddo.”

The girl hurried into the house, snow melting onto her clothes as she sped in. She held three things in her hands – Jake’s two gift bags and the box that stored the dreamcatcher. She had inconspicuously dug it from under her chair without drawing any attention to it from Charlie. She did not have the energy to explain where it had come from.

When she made it up the stairs, before going into her room, she stopped by Bella’s. The gift in her hand burned a hole in her heart that she quickly tried to smother by justifying why her sister’s gift could be better. Her older sister had been here for a long time now, it was more than likely that he’d bought her gift some time ago.

“Hey, the sweater looks good on you,” (Y/N) called out to her sister. The girl had changed from her black zip-up hoodie to the light grey sweater she had gotten that morning from (Y/N). “Do you like it?”

“Yeah,” Bella sighed. “Did you have fun tonight?”

“Uh, yes. But we missed you there.” After she was met with silence, (Y/N) continued. “And, uh, Jake got this for you. He asked me to bring it.”

“Thanks,” was all Bella mumbled before grabbing the red bag.

After another silent moment, (Y/N) took this as a sign that her sister wanted her to leave. A sign she very much obliged to. She didn’t want to know what her boyfriend had gotten her sister that could be lighter than a candle but still warranted a bag. She would continue to be in denial that Jake would always have stronger feelings for Bella.

At the end of the day, she was his girlfriend, she told herself. No matter how long Jacob had pined for Bella, no matter how in love with her she knew he was, he was her boyfriend. (Y/N) was the one that got to kiss him, the one that got to hold him, the one that would be told those three words she already felt for him.

He had chosen her, and that was enough.

At least, it should have been enough.

But as she carefully unpacked the dreamcatcher Paul had gifted her and hung it above the bed, she wondered just how much Jake truly cared for her and how much she cared for him. She had been in love with him since she understood what it was to like someone. He’s always made her stomach flutter and her heart feel warm. And she had finally gotten everything she wanted with him.

Yet, she could not help the warmth that took over her when she thought of Paul, the boy she only knew by name and a short conversation. There had also been that dream. The image she could not shake from her head because it had felt real. Too real.

She had felt the love she had spoken of. After hugging him that night, she knew she had felt the same thing in her slumber. His arms wrapped around her, the warmth of his skin, the sound of his quickened heartbeat. She had felt it all inside her head.

But how could she be thinking of Paul if she loved Jacob? How could any ounce of her brain hold the image of someone she did not know? As she lay in bed, staring at her ceiling, waiting for sleep to overtake her, she thought. Maybe it was a fluke. A glitch in her head that would be corrected the next time she was with Jake. Because that was what she needed Paul to be, a simple accident.

She was laying on the grass in the clearing she knew. The wind was whistling softly, caressing her face gently. The sun warmed her body as it seeped through the trees. She was comfortable, and she felt happy.

Of course, she wasn’t alone.

Centimeters from her face was Paul’s. Their noses were so close she could feel the blow of his breath on her skin. He’d placed a hand on her cheek, his thumb stroking gingerly the length of her cheekbone. It was a touch (Y/N) couldn’t help but lean into, her eyes closing as she enjoyed the moment.

“You’re breathtaking,” Paul whispered as his fingers moved to trace the features of her face. “Absolutely enchanting.”

“You’re just saying that,” she chuckled. Her eyes were still closed as her stomach fluttered at the ghostly touch of his hand.

“It’s true,” he smiled as his thumb traced her bottom lip. “The most beautiful person I’ve ever laid eyes on.”

A deep red hue took over her cheeks, a warmth she tried hiding by lowering her head. Though it was a futile attempt as Paul placed a hand under her chin and forced her to look into his eyes. He smiled at her before placing his lips on hers. It was comforting and kind, and it all felt real.

“You speak like a man in love,” she chuckled, the corners of her eyes crinkling as she smiled brightly. “Is that what you are, Paul Lahote? A man in love?”

“Do you even have to ask?”

“There was a moment you weren’t.”

“Really?” he laughed. “I don’t remember that.”

“Well, it wasn’t too long ago, you know.”

“I don’t know. I’m pretty sure I’ve been in love with you my whole life,” he smiled. “I just needed some time to catch up. Because I love you, (Y/N) Swan. Always have.”

“So do I, Paul. Today, tomorrow, and every day after.”

She was startled awake by the sound of her phone ringing, and for a second she was disappointed. She was enjoying the dream. She loved and she felt loved. She seemed happy and lively. Her dream self looked like everything she aspired to be.

Her heart was beating fast. In part from the phone, but mostly because of the dream she had just woken from. Once more, Paul had sneaked his way into her head.

“Hey, Jake,” she croaked out. “Everything okay?”

“Oh, did I wake you?”

“No, no. It’s fine,” she chuckled. “What’s up?”

“Just wanted to chat,” he responded. “Did you give Bella the gift?”

“Yeah.”

“What’d she say?”

(Y/N) swallowed an annoyed sigh. “Nothing yet,” she responded instead. “She was asleep when we got home, so I just left it on her bedside table with a note.”

“Oh, okay,” he said. “Sorry about the candle, by the way. I really didn’t have any time to get anything good but I promise I’ll make it up to you.”

“It’s okay, Jake,” she said as she ran her fingers across the dream catcher. “I do have a question for you, and I don’t want you to take it the wrong way.”

“What is it?”

“What can you tell me about that guy, uh, Paul?”

Jacob kept quiet for a moment, probably wondering where the question could have come from. “Why?” he answered. “Did something happen?”

“No, everything’s fine. It’s just I was curious about him,” she lied. “Ever since he showed up to confront you, I’ve been wondering who he is.”

“Well, he’s a short-tempered, cocky guy that thinks he’s the center of attention,” Jacob grumbled. “He’s annoying and overbearing. There were rumors that he used to sleep around before he joined Sam’s gang. Paul Lahote is just a truly awful guy.”

“Oh,” she replied. Everything he had said felt nothing like the Paul that had given her the gift she inspected with her hand. He’d seemed thoughtful and caring, kind and compassionate. But those were merely her assumptions. She’d never met him before then. “He sounds like an awful guy.”

“He is, and I’m telling you, stay away from him.” (Y/N) could hear the seriousness in his voice. Yet, everything inside her screamed that it wasn’t true. It couldn’t be. “He’s the type of guy that will use you and break your heart. Seriously, (Y/N), stay away.”

“I will. I promise,” she said, still lying through her teeth. “I just wanted t know who we’re up against if he keeps showing up.”

“Alright,” he chuckled. “So, we’re having a bonfire next week for New Year’s Eve. Wanna come down?”

“Yeah, sounds perfect.”

“Check to see if Bella’s up for it. It’d be good for her to leave the house.”

Of course, she thought. Inviting Bella was always close behind whenever Jake planned anything between them. “Sure,” she said. “I’ll see if she wants to go.”

“Alright, then,” he chuckled. “I’ll see you soon, beautiful. Good night.”

“Night, Jake.”

(Y/N) kept replaying in her head like an unhealthy mantra that Jacob had chosen her. Regardless of his feelings — past feelings — for Bella, he had asked her to be his girlfriend. That was enough for her. It just had to be enough.

***

”So, you just walked up to Jake’s house and gave her the gift?” Jared questioned as he nibbled on a chocolate chip muffin. “That’s just weird, dude.”

“I don’t know. It seemed right at the moment,” Paul exasperated. “I just couldn’t keep it at home like a freaking hoarder.”

“So, instead you went to her boyfriend’s house, who you detest, hoping she was there. Then, you gave her a gift. You, a complete stranger. Downright stalker-ish, man.”

“Well, whatever. She liked it, so.”

“You know, it doesn’t sound like your plan to stay away is actually working out,” his friend chuckled. Paul could only respond with a menacing stare. Jared was only speaking the truth. “Seemed like that imprint bond is too hard to shake, huh?”

“You have no idea,” he sighed, slumping onto the sofa. “I just… ugh!”

“Why don’t you just talk to her already? If it makes you this miserable,” Jared groaned. “I honestly am starting to miss your angry outbursts rather than these mopey ones.”

“Not as tired as I am. But that’s the way it’s gonna be.”

Paul couldn’t admit that he felt something for the girl. Not only was she with a guy he despised, but she was the sister of a bloodsucker sympathizer — it wouldn’t shock him if she became one too. Yet, those weren’t the real reasons he wanted to avoid her. He couldn’t bring himself to introduce her to his world.

He’d been forced into the supernatural. Something in his genetics decided he’d be the town’s protectant. And, sure, he liked being stronger, faster, and supernaturally enhanced. But he couldn’t impose that onto anyone else. He couldn’t expose her to this life and make her keep it a secret from everyone around her. It simply wasn’t fair.

So, he’d continue forcing the first two excuses. To protect her and protect himself. He didn’t know her and he would keep it that way. Even if his wolf had other ideas.

He couldn’t stop his head from flashing the image of her. He couldn’t stop feeling her smaller arms around him, the sweet smell of her perfume, the fast beating of her heart, the warm feeling of her skin. And he couldn’t stop hoping it happened again.

“But wouldn’t it feel great to steal her from Jake?” Jared teased. “Scratch that, I know you’d love it. Mind link and everything.”

“Oh, shut up, Jared,” he grumbled, crossing his arms across his chest. “It’s not gonna happen. So, just drop it.”

“Look, man, it won’t kill you to tell her,” his friend continued. “Look at Kim and me. I would have never had her with me had I been scared of this whole thing.”

“Yeah, and look at Leah, Emily, and Sam,” he responded in a hushed voice. “That turned out so well.”

“Technically, it did,” he retorted. “Sam and Emily are happy together. Sure they went through a lot of shit and people got hurt, but they’re happy nonetheless. And I’m sure you want that for yourself.”

“Look, if it will shut you up, I’ll invite her to the New Year’s Eve bonfire,” he finally relented. “And she’ll probably be freaked out because a complete stranger is asking her out. Oh, and she already had a boyfriend. That’s gonna end so well for me.”

“You never know unless you try, Pauly boy,” Jared joked. “Look, I bet that she’ll say yes. You have a whole week to convince her.”

“What do I get if you lose?”

“I’ll do three of your patrols the week after.”

Paul pretended to think about it, playing into Jared’s gambling personality. But he already knew the outcome. He knew who (Y/N) would be going to the bonfire with, much to his dismay. “Alright,” he grinned. “It’s a bet. What do you want if you win?”

“Same thing. Could use some free time, honestly.”

“Alright then, the loser has to do three patrols for the winner,” he smiled deviously. “It’s a bet.”

And as much as he wanted to relish in his sure win, he was dreading having to actually interact with (Y/N). How could he show up, out of the blue, and try to spend time with her? They didn’t know each other and he’d already done some things that did not paint him in the best light. Worst case scenario, she already thought he was a creep. Regardless, he’d made a bet and he was going to see it through.

***

Jake was confused. Completely and utterly confused.

In the beginning, he was sure of what he was doing. Albeit a bad thing, he did it regardless. He was using (Y/N) as a way to make Bella jealous. To show her just how good of a boyfriend he could be in an effort to sway her heart in his direction. He wanted to help her forget all about Edward and his family.

He didn’t want (Y/N) in the crossfire. He didn’t even know she would be coming to Forks, much less staying indefinitely. But when she showed up at his house, he knew she would be a good piece to play in his game.

Jake had known that the girl had been crushing on him for as long as he’d fallen for Bella. She had not been the most subtle person with her feelings. He also knew of the underlying rivalry the sisters had. It wasn’t hard to notice which of the two was always favored by the parents, as horrible as it may sound. So, he thought if Bella saw how happy he could make her sister, she’d come running into his arms.

Deep down, Jacob knew what he was doing was horrible. He was knowingly going to break his friend’s heart in the hopes that her sister would fall for him. It was awful and calculated, but it was the only way he thought would be fruitful for him.

What he wasn’t expecting was to grow feelings for the girl. Though they were small and paled in comparison to what he felt for Bella, they were there. Especially after he’d caught Paul Lahote staring at her and after he told him to back off. He felt angry and possessive over (Y/N). Feelings he thought were reserved for Bella.

Yet, he couldn’t help the burning ire that overtook him when the guy had shown up at his front door. It had prompted him to ask (Y/N) to be his girlfriend, something he had not planned to do before the encounter. But the mere thought of having something over Lahote was enough to make him act irrationally.

Jacob did care for her, and everything he was doing had started to eat at his thoughts. But the knowledge of what could be waiting on the other side of this whole ordeal was far greater than any regret he felt. (Y/N) would soon enough move on from him, and he could have everything he wanted.

“Jake, my boy,” Billy called out to his son after they finished cleaning that Christmas night. “You and I gotta have a serious talk.”

With evident worry on his face, Jake joined his father in the living room. He sat on the couch across from Billy, wondering just what they needed to speak of. “What’s up, dad?” he asked. “Something wrong?”

“What’re your intentions with (Y/N), son? Last time I checked you were head over heels for her sister.”

“I don’t know, dad. I just like her, I guess,” he scrambled a response. His father had always been observant and wise beyond his years. Almost nothing could get past him. “It’s still very new, so I guess I’m just seeing where it goes.”

“Now, you know how much I care for that girl,” Billy continued. His tone felt almost like a scolding to Jake. “If you’re not sure about your feelings for her, you better let her know. She deserves better than to have you lead her on, kid.”

“I know, dad,” Jake grumbled. “It’s not what I’m doing. We literally have only been together a couple of weeks.”

“As long as you are aware of what you are doing, son. (Y/N) seems strong, but she has a gentle heart. I would hate to see my own child break it.” The cadence of his voice carried a soft tone that felt threatening, seeping into Jake’s bones. His face was stoic, and the boy could tell his father was serious. “That girl is overlooked enough as it is. Charlie is my friend and I care for him, but he’s never noticed how little attention he’s paid (Y/N) over the years. And so has Renée. Now, I won’t have my own son do the same to her. So, you need to decide whether or not your feelings for her are strong enough to get you over Bella. If not, it’s better to let her down gently now than when she falls in love with you. Do you understand me, Jake?”

“Yes, dad,” Jacob sighed. “I promise I’ll get my head in order.”

“Alright then, son.”

Billy turned his attention to the tv, some football highlights lighting the screen, as Jacob left for his room with his head hung low. The boy knew the weight of his father’s words. He understood that everything he was doing will ultimately hurt someone. Someone who didn’t deserve that pain.

Yet, he couldn’t find it in himself to tell the truth. That whatever spark of feelings that had ignited in him for (Y/N) was not strong enough to ever put out the fire that burned in him for her older sister. So, if he had to hurt the younger Swan in order to get Bella, he would. Every single time he would choose Isabella Swan.

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forlorn-crows · 7 months

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kinktober day 15

how about a little quint on quint rimming action? aether isnt taking any of aeon's bullshit. aeon knows who's boss.

Aether squeezes the smaller quint’s cheeks like he owns them, smirking behind his back when Aeon’s hole clenches and winks at him.

“You’re always so hungry,” Aether rumbles. “You and Rora both.”

Aeon sighs, dropping his chin to his chest and lifting his tail to expose himself further. It’s a bratty display, one that’s not fully intentional. Aether ghosts a fingertip over his ass and Aeon bites back a moan.

“But you keep feeding us,” he teases on a long exhale.

The bigger ghoul tuts. “You beg too well,” he says simply, circling that fluttering ring of muscle. “Too pretty. Can’t not indulge, little star.” He ponders for another moment, petting idly. Aeon’s cock twitches between his legs despite the lack of purposeful stimulation, and that’s all the signal Aether needs to go further. He removes his hand, and before Aeon can so much as sniff in annoyance, Aether leans in and spits a glob of saliva straight onto his tight hole.

“Ff—” Aeon cuts himself off, shaking his head.

Aether licks through it, spreading it over his hole, the cleft of his ass, the top of his sac. Another stifled sound wrenches itself from deeper in Aeon's throat.

"Let it out," Aether grumbles. "I know how much you like it."

"Don't—" he swirls the tip of his tongue around Aeon's rim, wet and dragging, making him stutter. "—don't know what you mean."

Brat, Aether pushes into his mind.

Aeon huffs a laugh but it's forced, hitching in his chest. He likes to play the brat, get Aether to work him over and wear him down.

Obviously, it’s a game Aeon almost always loses.

Aether hums and lays little kitten licks around his hole, sucking every so often at the sensitive skin outside the pucker. Aeon gasps with each one, tiny fissures forming in his petulant resolve.

So he keeps doing it. Licks him soft and slow, nipping at unpredictable intervals. Teasing the tip of his nose down the cleft of his ass. Pressing his mouth nice and close until Aeon’s finally panting, shoulders sagging with imaginary weight.

“Hnn, Aether,” he chokes out after the bigger ghoul’s teeth skirt a touch too close to his hole. “Get—get your tongue in there.”

“Now you want to tell me what to do?” Aether snaps, just firmly enough to get Aeon’s spine stiffening. He thinks maybe he’s misspoke before a teasing snicker reassures him.

But only a little. “I’ll lick you how I want,” Aether rumbles, placing a heavy-handed smack on one of his cheeks for a surprise sting. He licks a stripe from the swell of his balls back to his hole, groaning when it flutters under his tongue.

“Fuck,” Aeon barks out. His hips twitch back of their own accord, pressing his ass more firmly into Aether’s mouth.

Still haven’t heard a please, Aether shoots into his mind, tongue still flattened and laving over his rim. It flutters again, begging to be stretched.

For the first time tonight, Aeon whines. A too-feminine sign of that coy act crumbling out from underneath him. “Please,” he whispers through gritted teeth. “Please, Aethe.”

Aether grins against him. “See? Always hungry for it.” He spreads the smaller ghoul’s cheeks, stretching him wide before spitting another mouthful of saliva onto his waiting hole. Then he presses in, wriggling the wet muscle past his rim and sliding against sensitive walls.

Aeon whimpers, tail lashing into the air to fall over his arched back. His balls ache under Aether’s chin, drawing closer each time his tongue curls just right or his nails dig dimples into the apex of his thighs.

Really sucking me in, aren’t you? Aeon clenches with it, agreeing without words. His cock gives a hard kick. A pearl of pre flings off the tip and lands onto the sheets.

Aether pulls his tongue out then, filling the space with one of his fingers instead. The calloused pad brushes over that bundle of nerves inside his walls, and Aeon nearly chokes on his own spit with how hard he gasps.

“So, little star,” Aether lilts. “Think you’re hungry for a little more?”

#ficlet #kinktober 2023 #the band ghost #ghostober #the band ghost fanfic #ghost fanfic #fanfic #aether ghoul #aeon ghoul #phantom ghoul #aether/aeon #aeon/aether #phantom/aether #aether/phantom #do you guys understand how much it pains me to have to put phantom as a tag #joking but not joking #aether really said your ass is mine #guys would you believe i queued this a week ahead of time #who am i

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always-andromeda · 10 months

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Can you write an Adam Warlock x GN! Reader Smut fic? You can write it however you want...I'm just desperate for non fem smut fics of adam

– ⭒ 𝐈𝐧𝐬𝐢𝐝𝐞 𝐘𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐌𝐢𝐧𝐝 ⭒ –

𝐀𝐝𝐚𝐦 𝐖𝐚𝐫𝐥𝐨𝐜𝐤 𝐱 𝐆𝐍!𝐑𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫

𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐝 𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐭 ▹ 1,283

𝐬𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲 ▹ Being friends with benefits messes with Adam's head far more than either of you are willing to let on.

𝐚𝐮𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐫'𝐬 𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐞 ▹ I don't think I've ever done gn!reader smut? So I'm really hoping that I did this justice for you, anon!! This little concept popped into my head randomly because I can so easily see Adam falling into this kind of situation. Also, I am so sorry my writing has been so sporadic lately </3 I’ve been having various health struggles for the last month and haven’t been super cognizant lmao.

𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬 ▹ smut (minors, please do not interact), reader's appearance, pronouns, and genitals aren't specified, thigh riding, general heavy petting, little bits of friends with benefits angst, kind of implied dom!reader and sub!Adam (if you squint), nothing else I can think of!!

No matter how many times you and Adam end up like this, he still finds himself questioning what exactly is going on. Your lips move so fast and he's just trying to keep up; trying not to let on just how long he's been craving the taste. Which has basically been since the last time you kissed him about a week prior.

It'd been after the team's last mission went particularly well. Quickly – and without any of the other Guardians seeing – you'd placed a chaste kiss on his lips and commended him for his performance. It was so fast and your tone had been so matter-of-fact that Adam had second guessed it had even happened to begin with. It wouldn't be too surprising if he started fantasizing about you.

Unfortunately for him, that was just you and your mixed messages. One minute you were all business and the next you were like this: keeping him anchored in place with a hand on his cheek as you took his breath away.

He supposes he can’t blame you. It made sense, wanting to keep a relationship like this hidden from the others. Though he wasn’t particularly well versed on the sensibilities of those around him, he could imagine this not being a good look for either of you.

And though he may not care what the others thought of him, you seemed to care. And that was enough to mean something to him too.

"You gonna touch me?" you rasp hurriedly.

Yes. Every single time it was a resounding yes. Even if his mind was telling him that he was in too deep, he couldn't help but dig himself deeper. He hates himself for it, but secretly he hopes that at some point he'll find more than the physical contact you provide. Maybe someday he'll hit some underground bunker and that you'd be gracious enough to let him in.

So he nods vigorously, his verbal agreement reduced to a hum as he captures your lips with his once more.

He's still inexperienced and, God, he hopes that you can at least tell that he's trying to learn. For example, he's gotten better at letting you take control. The first few times his hubris had gotten the better of him, making the encounter feel more like a power struggle than a release of stress. Now, he lets you set the pace; lets you figure out right where you want to be.

And right now you want him pressed up against the wall of the ship. You want his leg between yours. And you want to feel his chest heaving as you grind down on him in the secluded and quiet darkness of the hangar.

As soon as Adam pulls back long enough to meet your eyes, he catches the glint of want in them. Then he watches how your gaze sweeps downward. Right to his strong thigh.

You're both grateful that Adam's such a quick learner because he catches the hint before you have a chance to get impatient. With his back against the wall, Adam half expects it to crumble behind him as the scene before him unfurls.

His hands on your lower back keep you steady against his rigid torso. You're so close that he has no choice but to look in your eyes once more. They're half lidded and dark, already almost fucked out despite the fact that you've only just begun to grind against his thigh.

Adam holds you closer, increasing the pressure that comes with each brush of your hips. And pride floods his chest cavity when you groan deeply.

You let out a staggered little laugh, "Fuck, you're so good at this, Adam."

"Only as good as you've taught me to be," he quips with a tinge of tenderness. After all, there's something special to being so tuned into your body like this. He wouldn't trade that mastery for anything. The sentiment comes through tenfold when he nuzzles his nose against yours.

Briefly, his forehead touches yours. You feel the slight chill of the smooth golden gem that's right between his prominent brow. And it becomes all too apparent to you once more who he is; what he is. The chances that this means anything more to him are very little. What could one touch-starved mortal mean to a golden, god-like being?

You merely roll your eyes and dip your head against his chest, hiding from both his soft expression and the impending wave of pleasure that both threaten to knock you off your feet.

Truth told, with your body all over his, all Adam feels is the warmth. There's your hot breath as you work yourself closer and closer towards the edge. Then there's the pulsing heat between your legs that makes him painfully hard. That combined with the cramped confines of the hangar has him picturing you both discard your stifling jumpsuits.

His wishful thinking is interrupted by a groan that gets caught in your throat. "Ah, fuck, I'm so close–" you pant.

Before you know it, one of his hands snakes around the nape of your neck, cradling your head as it lolls back. Then his lips are on the side of your throat, kissing and nipping at the flesh as it trembles from the vibrations from your hums of pleasure. You can't help but wonder if he's somehow trying to absorb your sounds. Either way, the action makes you acutely aware of his strength once more.

If you didn't know any better, you'd fully believe that every part of him was built for this.

But you do know better.

Adam pulls back to chuckle, "I can't wait until we get back home."

And there's where the guilt starts to set in. Like clockwork, it inevitably hits. Whenever he talks so eagerly, you can't help but feel that giant pit in your stomach.

You try to match his energy with a hesitant smile. "What, being down here isn't enough for you?"

"Of course not," Adam furrows his brow teasingly. "Maybe we could have a night to ourselves when we get back."

The cavernous pit grows. You can practically feel your soul shriveling away as you mutter, "Maybe we should lay low for a while. Don't want the others to get any ideas."

Don't want either of us getting ideas too, you want to say.

The way the light fades from his eyes makes you feel worse. But he agrees. He says a small, "You're probably right," and you wish more than anything that you were wrong.

You don't care if the others catch on. Something else about this intimacy bothered you. Because if there was anything that being with the Guardians had taught you, it was that no matter how important love was...things would always happen.

You thought back to Peter and how lost he was when the team had lost Gamora. As much as he'd hated to admit it, that love and loss had changed him so thoroughly that the idea of it happening to you was terrifying.

Adam may not have been the child of a genocidal warlord. But he was still the child of an unstoppable master race of superhuman beings. And no matter how normal things may feel, especially being with him like this, you could never kid yourself into believing it could ever actually be normal.

So you offer him a halfhearted apology. You push yourself off his chest and shakily regain your own balance before returning to the upper decks. Most importantly, you don't look back. And you hope that sends your message sufficiently. That he stops wanting this. Because you doubt you could stop wanting him on your own.

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nanamimizz · 1 year

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𝐒𝐏𝚶𝐈𝐋𝚬𝐃 𝐑𝚶𝐓𝐓𝐓𝚬𝐍

tags: 18+ minors dni, m!receiving oral, dacryphilia, overstimulation, power bottom aizawa, lamb hybrid reader, established dynamic, cum mentioned, gn reader, aizawa is 5 ish years older than reader

synopsis: shouta does a lot for everyone - all of the time, is it a crime that you want to spoil him when you can?

Shouta doesn’t know what it is that lands him in this position - with you kissing him as if you'd die without a taste of him. He tries to think, which is hard when he can taste the mild sweetness of your chapstick and the mint of your gum - the scent of your perfume floods his mind in some vanilla cinnamon mixture and Shouta can’t tell left from right with all that encompasses you fill him from the inside out. Your tongue makes its way into his mouth and he can see your small fleece tail wagging behind you at the way he moans from how your silken tongue traces the indents of his teeth in the way he likes. His hand settles into your hair, his palm kissing the crest of your head and his fingers intertwine with the soft locks - Shouta could stay an eternity here.

Kissing you, touching you, feeling the swell of your chest pressed against his - his heart races and he wonders if you are like his own aphrodisiac that barely needs to be tasted to send him into overdrive. Neither of you has quirks that allow you to go so long without breathing and so you part ways, and you do so not without sneaking in small kisses in between gasps of breath.

“What’s gotten into you - I thought you were a lamb not some sort of cat,” Shouta asks and he wonders if it’s possible to kiss someone numb. You don’t say anything yet, only burrow your head into his neck and begin to leave another line of your adoration along his flesh.

“Just saw you and I started to want you - couldn’t help myself I guess.” You say, voice soft against his skin and he shivers when you let your teeth nip at his skin - it’s humorous, how some would laugh behind their hands when they see how easily the skilled pro hero Eraserhead crumbles at the slightest of affections from you but it’s really just a testament to how enthralling you are. You could bring any man to their knees with a single soft look and Aizawa Shouta is not strong enough to deny you in any capacity.

“You want me? Just from seeing me?” He asks, and it was meant to be teasing but it sounds like begging, pleading for you and your attention. You nod and you make a soft little sound that drives him up the wall - it’s a cross between a sigh and a whine, it makes him smile to see how it’s not just him that is easily affected by the other’s presence. He makes you pull away by the hand on your head and it makes him tremble in his boots with so much desire and want he doesn’t know what to do when he sees how the black of your dilated pupils has overtaken your irises.

Shouta knows he doesn’t stand a chance against the tidal wave of your wanting.

“You want me - you have me, do whatever you want.” Somehow it’s as if his voice had gotten deeper, darker, and rougher, it makes you tremble as something slick leaks from between your legs. You nod choppily as if your head will fall off if you move it too fast and you press a final kiss to his neck before you fall to your knees. Shouta suddenly doesn’t think he can make it through the night with you looking at him like that. Like he’s everything that ever mattered to you, he put the stars and moon and sun in the sky and here you are ready to offer your thanks. Your hands are on his pants faster than he blinks, tugging at his belt and undoing his pants to take the base of his cock in your hand. It's hard - veins are prominent and flushed a dark red and Shouta wonders in his embarrassment if that same flush can be seen on his chest and face. Your eyes are wide and dark and you look up at him with all the reverence of a lover when you begin to pump at the head of his cock. He hisses and then whines when you bring your hand to the base, keep it there and bring your lips to press a gentle kiss to the weeping head.

Shouta always flinches when it meets with your lips - their softness makes it almost too much at times and that sentiment is strong when you put your mouth to work on him. He groans, openly into the air when you open your mouth to suck at the head of his cock, your chapstick shining against his own pre and he brings a hand to cover his face at the sight of you so openly pursuing his pleasure to the best of your abilities. He almost can’t stand it, knees around buckling when you open your pretty eyes to look up at him as you let his cock out of your mouth with a wet pop. You go to pump it again, and it shucks wetly in the living room of his apartment and if he had more brains than balls right now he’d be embarrassed by the display.

That doesn’t matter, not when he has you like this - pleading for him to let him use you for pleasure, to use your mouth to pry it from his insides like it’s the last thing you will do in your life.

“Please Shouta - I want to make you feel good, I want to please you. Please let me please you.” You speak and the words hang heavy with lovely desperation, it makes him want to take you for himself even if he already has you. His hand that retreated from your head is back, his fingers pinching one of your ears and he rubs the warm skin fondly, affectionately, lovingly and he wonders if you know that you don’t need to ask him for anything. He likes you and your manners, it makes you more charming to him than it should be so he lets it slide as he tells you that you can do anything you want. The words leave him as does the last of his breath when you rush to put his cock in your mouth again.

A wolf in sheep’s clothing is all he can think as you take his cock with a fervor, a need so deep he wonders if it comes from the very pocket of your existence and even as you gag on it; too eager for what you can take still you don’t stop. Your eyes are wide and wet, your eyelashes clump together in a way he can’t help but think of as erotic even if there’s a sense of shame that brews in his belly. He wants to praise you - wants to tell you how pretty you are like this, ears flickering back to your head and how good you are with your sweet little mouth but it all dies upon his lips. His praise feels like dust on his tongue when he feels your hand that had been previously clutching at his trousers now making its way under his pants and it grips what you can’t take.

It feels so good - Shouta knows what this is now, as he stands at the cliff’s edge of pleasure, you are spoiling him, and spoiling him rotten. Your mouth suckles and your hand pumps, Shouta laughs breathlessly as the dam finally breaks and he spills all over you. Your hand gets covered in his cum and some of it leaks down the corner of your mouth. His taste clings to your tongue, salty and thin - something that only tastes of Shouta. You swallow and you laugh when you see how his pale skin is flushed red, he pants like he’s the one that was putting it all into pleasuring the other.

“What…what are you laughing at?” He mumbles, voice rough from the orgasm you pluck from him, back aching from its arch. You don’t say anything for a second, eyes still wide at how much Shota came. It clings to you - what spilled on your hand and you do your best to clean it up with gentle swipes of your tongue and even that pulls the deepest and rumbling moans from the man above you.

“I’m laughing at you - you’re the one who is panting like they ran a marathon.” You say back, your ears rotating and flickering around your head as you raise your round eyes to look at him, nothing but mirth and affection dancing in your irises. Shouta brings a forearm to cover his eyes and he leans back, letting the coolness of the wall seep into him bringing him back from whatever heights you took him to. Shouta takes it to peer down at you, dark eyes watching with a bit of smugness at how you contently lean your head to the side when he scratches behind your ear.

“Leave me alone, I’m older than you, let me catch my breath.” He swallows when you give him a large smile from your place still on your knees. He huffs an affectionate breath out and he’s pulling you up before you can say anything. Shouta tucks himself back into his pants and reaches to draw you close in a more gentle embrace than before.

“You make yourself sound like you're decades older than me - you’re not even a decade older than me.” You mutter into his chest and you can feel his chuckle rather than hear it and he presses a kiss to your forehead.

“Older than you is enough, come on let’s go to the kitchen I need to massage your knees for you - they’re probably sore. Also need to get you hydrated.” Shouta rambles into your hair and you laugh at how he gets like this - you try to spoil him and he doubles it back to you.

“Are you trying to spoil me back?” You ask as he keeps his arm around your shoulder and you two make your way to the kitchen no matter how many times you bump into furniture or the door.

“I have no idea what it is you are talking about.”

#lamb.writes #aizawa smut #aizawa shouta smut #bnha smut #mha smut #i just want to spoil him

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mysticmellowlove · 11 months

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https://www.tumblr.com/mysticmellowlove/714751347155664896/im-not-submissive-like-at-all-unless-its-to

In regards to that lol. I was thinking like teasing him and getting on your knees and are like “You’re going to fuck my throat baby ok?” And him being all nervous until he’s actually inside and then unconsciously just start fucking our throats anyway

this, give me this. this is what i want for 2023.

(vaguely unedited, just thoughts)

Despite the look of hesitation on his face you knew he was excited. Your precious boyfriend was always giving himself up for you after all, hardly thinking of himself and his own pleasure. If you weren't around to remind him that he deserved a treat every now and then he may as well be celibate.

Giving into the deeper desires of your boyfriend was no hassle though, especially since it was so arousing to see him basically crumble above you as he took what he wanted. Still, even though he was preaching about being your personal toy, he couldn't help but shove his cock into your mouth. A sigh left him at the immediate feeling of warmth as your tongue leisurely lapped at the underside of his dick.

It had only been a few seconds at he was already whimpering, his hips stuttering back and forth as he tried to hold himself back for your sake. You rolled your eyes and grabbed his plush hips, urging him to let his cock sink into your mouth. A warbled cry left him as you pulled back, hollowing out your cheeks as you looked upwards at him with a lecherous grin.

There were buds of tears at the corners of his eyes as his hand pressed to his mouth to keep the sound from escaping. At the sight of your eyes on him, his fist clasped tighter and his head rocked back.

"Aw baby, this is your reward for being such a good boy for me. You're not even looking... how ungrateful." He cried out as your hand grabbed his cock at the base and tugged. Without his own input his hands clasped around your head, fingers getting tangled in your hair. He seemed to stutter an apology but it was soon drowned uo with his moans as you lapped at his head. Now the tears were streaming down his face as he muttered something about it being 'too much'.

A puff of air came from your mouth as you took him inside again, making sure to drag your tongue down the vein running along his dick. His hips lurched forwards, effectively burying himself completely into your mouth. A choked gasp came from you as you adjusted to the sudden fullness.

"s...s...sorry feels... ah, feels too good~" He cried out with his eyes screwed shut, his hips ticking back and forth unimpeded now that he had let himself sink into the pleasure you were giving him. You simply tightened your grip on his hips and rode him out, letting him take whatever he wanted from you at this moment. It didn't take long for your touch-starved and pathetic boyfriend to blow his load down your throat.

He shuddered as you gently let his cock fall out of you, watching as it slapped against his skin, foamy cum surrounding the base of it. You'd put up with the blabberings of his mind later but for now, seeing him completely broken down like this was enough.

#sub male #dom reader #gn reader #ask #love for anon

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deejadabbles · 6 months

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Ollo!

I COMETH WITH A SMUTTY ASK PROMPT!

❛ i'm waiting for your permission to let me have my way with you. ❜

With!!!

Whisper!

or any oc of your choice if they're easier 👀

😘💜💜💜

OMG I am so excited that you asked for him!!! I can't tell you how happy this makes me my friend, thank you!! 😭I hope this satisfies you and that it makes you like Whisper even more because I loved exploring him with this prompt. I changed the wording of the prompt ever so slightly to fit his cadence better but it's still highlighted

You can find out more about Whisper here and here if you're interested <3

Clone OC Whisper x reader Rating: Mature, toeing the line of Explicit Word Count: 987 (me? Writing something under 1k?? I can't believe it myself) Warnings: Sexual themes, biting/marking, slight restraint (hands being pinned down), reader is technically GN but no lube is mentioned so plz keep that in mind. Masterlist /// Tag List Sign Up /// AO3

He hadn’t said a word since he came home to you, simply wrapped you in his arms and lost himself in your kiss.

That wasn’t unusual for Whisper, especially after a rough campaign. Silently falling into your embrace was his favorite welcome home. A shuddering breath left him when you traced his lip with your tongue and suddenly you were falling back on your bed.

He was on you instantly, lips finding your neck and hands gripping your thighs. With a gasp of your own, your fingers found their way to his long curls, desperate to pull him closer as he explored your neck. His name was on your breath as you breathed out a moan and that’s when you felt the pleasant flash of his teeth sinking into your skin.

It took you by surprise, which showed as you cried out in pleasure and tightened your grip in his hair. His tongue came out to soothe the bite instantly, tracing it delicately, a silent apology.

That also wasn’t unusual for your dear trooper, for him to pull back the moment his hands and mouth aired on the rough side. He always touched you as if you were the most precious thing he would ever hold, as if you would crumble under the sheer weight of his need for you.

“I don’t think you know what you do to me,” came his quiet, smoky timbre.

Maker, his voice always did things to you. Always so purposeful, almost airy despite its deep tone, like a cloud in a dark stormy sky. In answer, you pulled him closer and pressed your lips to his ear.

“Show me,” was your whimpered reply, “want you to show me what I do to you, Whisper.”

Beside your head, you felt his fist dig into the pillow and he pressed his face deeper into your neck, his other hand sliding to your hip. He drew in another breath this time through clenched teeth, as if they were biting down on the last thread of his resolve.

“You don’t know what you’re asking for, my love,” he hissed through his teeth and it was the roughest you had ever heard him speak.

“Yes, I do.” To drive your point home, you nipped your own teeth at his earlobe, which instantly had his hips snapping against yours. Damn the clothes he hadn’t pulled off yet! “I’m not made of glass, Whisp,” your nails raked lightly against his scalp, “you don’t have to hold back when you take me.”

That’s when he growled, a deep, primal sound you never knew you wanted to hear from him. He finally pulled away from your neck and his eyes were dark as he looked down at you. Most of his hair had tumbled from its tie and the tips, which were currently dyed your favorite color, brushed against your face in a way that felt so intimate in that moment. You had to hold back a shaky breath as you looked back at him, the heat pooling in your center was practically unbearable now.

Whisper’s eyes slowly started to trail down your body, eyeing your bare chest with a hunger that was familiar in theory, but had a shadow to it this time. Eyes now half lidded, he dropped that skilled mouth to the spot just above your heart. He kissed gently at first, but it was all just a prelude to the way they traced your skin as he moved to the hard bud of your nipple.

Those hooded eyes were locked on your face again, watching you as his tongue darted across the sensitive spot. Then you were choking on a gasp as his teeth came out to play. Your body lifted up to meet him on instinct and his hand released its death grip on the pillow, darting down to pin your chest back to the bed.

He held you there as he left his marks, a pattern over your heart, lips and teeth working in a head spinning tandem that had you crying his name again. Oh, he liked that. His teeth pressed harder and his free hand dug possessively into your thigh without a word.

Whatever fire he had been quelling before, it was consuming him now. With one final lick to comfort the abused skin, he pulled back, hands darting to your underwear and practically tearing them off as he pulled them down your legs.

“Look at me,” he breathed out harshly.

You blinked at the quiet command, having barely realized that you were watching his hands, not his face. When you obeyed, locking eyes with his again, Whisper released the clasp of his belt with one hand and pushed his pants down with the other. His hard cock pressed against you as he leaned over you fully, large arms pinning beside your head to cage you. To envelop you in nothing but him.

“Say it,” was his next command, his hips pressing teasingly into yours.

It was all you could do to swallow and choke out a “What?”

“I’m waiting,” his hands found yours, fingers gripping you tight as he lifted them above your head and pressed them against the bed, “for permission.” He leaned down to press his lips to your ear. “Give me permission to have my way with you.”

“Yes!” you moaned, wrapped your legs around him, “Please, Whisper, do whatever you want with me!”

Another low growl was the only answer you got before he drove into you hard and fast. He took what you offered without hesitation, relishing every sound you made and left you begging for more.

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