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𝐑𝐢𝐝𝐞 𝐓𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐃𝐨𝐦 | ryōmen sukuna
𝐀𝐮𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐫'𝐬 𝐍𝐨𝐭𝐞: totally not writing this to compensate for the fact I haven't posted the Gojo fic yet, hahaha–sorry...Anywhooo, happy jjk Thursday, a lil something for the sukuna devotees~☆ okay, i go suffer irl now, && ty for 3.7k, loves, mwah!
𝐂𝐨𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐬: true form! Sukuna x afab! reader - explicit content; minors DNI - double penetration (he got 2 dicks) - cowgirl dp position - scratching - cervix fucking - choking - clitoral play (pinch) - tiny praise - he lets you ride him, but still in control (it's Sukuna, cmon now) - pet names (brat, human, pet) - mention of tears and drool.
𝐖𝐨𝐫𝐝 𝐂𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐭: 1.2k
When it comes to dominance, Ryōmen Sukuna knows he radiates that role. As long as there’s air in his lungs, he’ll ensure that dominance never leaves his side. Anything outside of that is practically unfathomable to the King of Curses. He expects everyone to kneel before him and turn his way. Anything that happens outside of that will be dealt with expeditiously.
His aura is suffocating to those around him, humans and curses alike. Every step this large, brawlic creature takes in his path must be noticed within three seconds max. Bowed heads of his subjects meet the ground he walks on — he expects nothing less than that. The smell of fear suffocates them, yet it fuels him. It’s what subjects him from everything and everyone else; that’s what he wants.
Sukuna is a dominant man in every aspect. And you are not subtracted from this at all. You may be the thing that he sees precious value in and holds you up on a pedestal higher than all — for him to look at and him alone.
So, when it comes to you, Sukuna is the dominant role, in and outside his chambers…However, on the rare days he lets you be confident and take control, he lies on his back on the futon with a devilish grin. “Don’t disappoint me, brat.”
Here you are, straddling on top of the four-armed creature, with both the tips of his cock harboring inside your holes before you gradually descend. Your body trembles as it takes every inch of the girth limbs, feeling full despite not reaching halfway down the bases. You use slow breaths to keep you steady, your hands on his stomach where the large tongue teasingly licks your wrists.
You’re allowed ten seconds to adjust to his lengths merged with your body, and that’s it. Any more than that and Sukuna’ll wrap this up himself, wasting this opportunity to show what you’re made of. He’s immensely impatient, and you know this as a fact. So, with a few breaths, you start moving your hips and propel yourself in up and down motions.
The overwhelming feeling of both his cocks bullying your insides is efficient to have you teeter off sanity, the tips grazing the gummy walls of your cunt and anus. With trenched brows and chewed lips, you try to find a rhythm that satisfies the both of you — more so him than you, even if you’re in a position centric to you. “Ahhhh, hahhhh, ‘kuna…You feel ‘o good…Mmmmh…”
“Hmph, you think I’m lying here to satisfy yourself, human? Mmmph…“ Sukuna grunts at the way you sway your hips around, his dicks contracted by your holes perfectly. Good, you’re doing what you’re supposed to. He brings two of his hands to your wrists to keep them on him while the other two rest on your hips. “Shit, pick up the pace, pet. Show me you really want me.”
You do as you’re told for your sake, your ass increasing the speed of your motions. Hushed pants become louder and louder when the cock in your chasm brushes your cervix with precision. The jabs get more and more accurate, and tears well up in your eyes from the contact with your tender canal.
And Sukuna watches you with all fours of his eyes, taking in the entire image of you becoming a mess on top of him. He can see the drool from the corner of your lip stream down, and he knows you want to wipe that down, not wanting the King of Curses to see such indecencies. However, he absolutely doesn’t care. If anything, it amuses him. Your nails digging into his pecs, your stomach trying to shy away from the tongue from his abdomen every time he teases it with licks, and the tears rolling down your cute cheeks. It all makes him snicker, and a flame inside him ignites a carnal feeling he’ll indulge in later on.
Your tempo dials up, grinding your hips down, making him purr. Not moan — purr. You can feel it vibrate within his body through the tip of your fingers. Your body jolts when your clit brushes up against his pelvis. Oh, that felt so good, holy shit. You lean your body down and grind it more; the electrifying sensations from the motion deepen your haze. “Ahhnn, ohhooo—Nnngh!!”
“You only attend to yourself in front of me, huh?” Suddenly, Sukuna brings a large hand to your neck, his thumb, fore, and middle thinner big enough to wrap your neck and clog your breathing. The action has your anus and cunt clench around him desperately. And he sneers. “Dare cum before me, and you’ll be lucky to be alive when I’m through with you tonight.”
That is no threat to be taken kindly — even if you are his little dove, you are no fool to disregard the orders from the King of Curses himself. You’re quick to deescalate the tension, controlling the speed and angles of his cocks to churn your insides further. The constant pokes to your cervix prompt you to keep going — your wails fill the space of his traditional-style chambers when Sukuna’s dark nails pinch and pierce the skin of your hips. The constriction around your neck turns your erotic bliss into high stakes, and your mission now is to bring the behemoth below you to climax. You take the reins be damned; you do as you’re told when you’re told, no matter what.
More purrs and groans from Sukuna result in your appeasement, throwing his head back to the pillow with eyes sewn shut to concentrate on both your holes. The tighter you clench on his cocks, the more his orgasm climbs up. “Hnngh!! Fuck…Take it, brat.” He grips your hips as he bucks to your leaky entrances, his balls smacking up to the sweaty skin of your ass. It takes you aback, your screams only making him rut harsher into you for his dicks to explode their loads into you. White, milky jizz fill your velvety texture and spill down to the hilt of his nether limbs.
Sukuna finally removes his hand from your throat — your silent permission to chase your own high as he experiences his. Thank God, because yours hits you in seconds when the hand he removed travels down to your clit to pinch, and you come instantly. The fluttering agitation from your puckered chasms clamping around his pulsing girths has him his, and your shaky arms do what they can to keep you upright despite your climax.
He watches your trembling figure during the fleeting moments of his climax – his intense red eyes examine you like a piece of art. And when your orbs finally open to look at his, he greets you with another wicked chortle. “That’s a good pet,” he brings one finger to attend to the tears from your eye. And you smile at him with breathless satisfaction.
Sukuna is always and forever will be a dominant man. But on those rare occasions when he allows you to take the reins, he expects nothing but a good job. If so, he’s not opposed to having the change again.
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Mélange
Pairing: Okkotsu Yuta x gn!reader
Synopsis: Sometimes humans are not above animals. Sometimes they burn to fulfill the same basic needs and not strive for more in the moment. A full belly, safety, procreation. What happens when all three of them need to be satisfied? Tinged with spice. Under the influence of an unknown substance.
CW: aphrodisiac, dubcon, slight somnophilia, feral and animalistic Yuta, he has cannibalistic thoughts, licking, lovebites, scratching, biting, slight pain, handjob, premature ejaculation, fingering, Reader can feel Yuta’s ring during fingering, slight dacryphilia if you squint, implied multiple rounds, porn with feelings, good old unprotected sex + creampie, both Reader and Yuta are ultra possessive in their own toxic way <33
WC: 3.6k
Credits: my dearest @notveryrussian for proofreading this mess and doing a bit of rework on the tenses <33 the cannibalcore pics are from pinterest
Song rec: needles and pins by deftones and gibson girl by ethel cain both give a nice vibe to the fic as we slowly transition from Yuta's POV to Reader's POV
A/N: Can't believe I'm posting my first one shot here 🥹 After so many unsuccessful attempts to wrap up multichaptered fics, at least, this one messy smut got finished. My first ever finished fic 🥹 And the first to get completed in a relatively short time. Yes, a week is a short time for me. And happy holidays to y’all, this is gonna be the last fic in this year so expect only shitposts from me from now on lmao.
Likes and reblogs are greatly appreciated <33
Minors do not interact or else I'm gonna go apeshit, also a seperate warning for heavy dark content as usual. If there's anything mentioned in the tags that you're not comfortable with, this is not your fic.
Many sorcerers envy the title of special grade. Yuta thinks these people deserve a separate Naraka in Hell. They don’t realize the immense responsibility, they can’t fathom the challenges, the danger of the missions. The threat those curses pose. They only care about the power he carries.
During today’s mission, Yuta realized he’s not entirely an unstoppable force. Even someone like him is weak to certain fighting styles, he can’t counter everything with his wide range of copied techniques. This curse’s grade was well deserved. Whenever the katana slashed deep into it’s skin, a strange kind of gas was emitted from the wounds. Though he eventually exorcised the curse, he did breathe in the weird, sweet-smelling substance. The scent was hard to resist, it felt like the perfect mixture of all his favorite smells, inviting and comforting. However, he trusted his body to withstand the temptation, reinforced to near perfection with cursed energy and the usage of reversed cursed technique.
There was no problem until he finished reporting back to the higher ups and was on the way home. Maybe it was just the fatigue, the late summer heat, the humidity of the night but something made him feel weird. Almost sick. A thin veil of sweat glistened on his skin, his cheeks, ears and upper body were flushed. His chest was heaving, a burning, aching sensation tormented him between his legs, throbbing with a synced rhythm to his heartbeat. All his thoughts narrowed down to one single, inherently primal thing. A need. A hunger.
Shame and confusion swelled inside his chest. How can he lose his composure? How can he want it so badly? If he wasn’t so wired for monogamy, he would have fucked anyone who moved. And with every passing minute the feeling was getting worse. Descending slowly to the brink of madness. Hell, he was close to wheezing and growling like a rabid dog. He already had no patience to find the right key to the door. He could break that shit, he definitely could. He had no idea why, but he could stop himself from doing that. Maybe the insane price to get it fixed.
But the comfort of his home isn’t helping him. He can’t calm down, he can’t unwind. On the contrary, everything intensifies the strange urge in him to act territorial. But it’s only natural when he grew up feeling like he didn’t have anything he could call his own, whether it’s a material possession or a person. Every comprehensible thought vanished from his head. Leaving only the instincts. The need to claim. He immediately goes to the bedroom, not even bothering to have a quick shower or a light meal.
He gazes at your sleeping form, unknowing and peaceful. Innocent and vulnerable like a newborn lamb and he’s… he wouldn’t compare himself to a wolf, he’s a more vicious predator than that, all starved and keen on capturing its prey. Your limbs are thrown in every direction on the mattress, a thin, silk blanket barely concealing your body, but you’re hugging a some of it to your chest. Like you’re missing him, finding solace in the way the material is touching you. The windows are wide open, hoping that the night air can cool you down.
Yuta caught himself almost drooling at the sight. He can’t stop himself, he can’t fight the shameless thoughts plaguing him. The need, the want is stronger than what he deems right in the moment. His steps are quiet, that part of the floor that normally creaks is now completely silent. He looms over you, like a sinful, ungodly spirit, your very own kanashibari that’s bound to you. His weight is pressing down on the mattress ever so slightly, caging your form between his arms. He breathes in the smell of your freshly showered skin. A mixture of heady vanilla, milk and honey. He mindlessly licks a stripe up your thigh, wanting to taste you, to bite you, to tear out a big chunk of your flesh with his teeth to satisfy this torturous hunger he feels for you. More than anything he wants to devour you. Completely. Have you all for himself. The thought alone makes his dick so hard it’s outright painful.
He ascends towards your hips, leaving soft yet wet kisses that make you twitch in your sleep. Yuta swears that he’s more sensitive to all stimuli, his senses are working at their maximum capacity. He’s able to feel every morsel, every particle of you. The soft peach fuzz, the bumps, the ridges of your stretch marks, their pearl-like glistening texture flowing on the surface of your skin like a river. The material of your shorts, loose and thin, he can feel the seams on the band of your underwear through the fabric. Where the bones bend, where flesh folds. Your smell. Not just from the shower gel and the laundry detergent but your natural scent, so strong he believes it’s some kind of weird pheromone that’s driving him wild. To the point he almost considers nudging his nose between your legs, just like dogs do when they smell blood there.
Maybe it’s not entirely wrong to claim you this way. He can spare you from this more primal side of him, you won’t get to see it and despise him for it. It’s enough if he deals with the shame alone, self-deprecation is his ultimate talent afterall. But that can wait until after he finished soothing this excruciating itch. Because now the last remnant of his resolve goes out the window.
He pulls up your shirt all the way up to your chest. His shirt to be exact. It makes his heart flutter, a piece of him enveloping you, makes the boundaries between your sense of selves blend and blur. The thought of you using his stuff as your own feels so right, so promising.
He practically glues his face to the expanse of your stomach. The flesh is so soft between his teeth, feels so good to bite on it, so easy to suck on it until the skin turns a deep purple.
And maybe… maybe he can lower his crotch onto your knees. Just a little. Just for a little friction…
You stir, opening your eyes slowly, tiredness and confusion are still heavy on your expression. And then you feel teeth nipping at your stomach, fingers digging into the dips of your hips firmly, some wetness here and there along your leg.
Your first response is fear.
You start to squirm and fuss, kicking your legs up in the air, not even thinking about who’s doing this to you until Yuta grips your shoulders and pushes you back into the sheets, keeping you still by the weight of his own body, shushing you. You can feel his nails penetrating the skin, branding the crescent Moon itself into your flesh.
“It’s me, don’t panic.”
You’d recognize this voice anywhere, but you blinked a few times just to clear your vision. The striking white of his coat is easy to spot, even in the dimly lit darkness of the room.
“Yuta…?”
Your voice is an ode, a blessing. Even when it’s hoarse and faint after waking up. He bends down and kisses your temple, nuzzling into your hairline, breathing in your scent. His body feels oddly warm, almost overly so, radiating through you. Through your spine, to the very center of your being and that’s when you notice that you’re a little bit… hot and bothered. What has he done to you while you were asleep?
“I’m so sorry…” he whispers an apology. But his voice is just… it’s like his mind is not entirely here. Something is hurting him and he’s trying to conceal it. Barely. You can hear his voice is hitched from the deep breath he takes, in a futile affort to calm himself. “Have you been sleeping for long?”
He asks you for the sake of it, there’s no genuine interest behind it. Even if you were sleeping for hours, it wouldn’t stop him. He couldn’t stop. He genuinely feels like he’ll die if he can’t get it out of his system. He snuggles his face into the crook of your neck, listening to the rhythm of life coursing through your veins. The thought of puncturing your jugular with his teeth is so irresistible. He must do it… It’ll drive him insane if he won’t.
“N-not really.” your answer is weak, all your strength is used to move your arm freely, trying to locate your phone on the bedside table. The light coming from the screen almost blinds you as you’re checking the time. “I went to bed about… half an hour ago.”
He dips his fingers right into the hollow dips between your ribs, he kneads the skin in a way that has his nails slightly scratching you. And then you realize that you’re almost entirely topless.
He traps your earlobe with his teeth, sucking on the soft tissue.
“Y-Yuta…” your voice is more reprimanding that you want it to be. But your patience is starting to run thin. You want to know what the fuck is wrong with him, he never did anything like this before. Even if he’s horny as hell he would ask for your permission because that’s the way he is.
Instead of giving you an answer he bites your neck. Hard. It hurts, it makes you yelp. Shit, that’s gonna leave a mark. And he growls, just like a wild animal.
You squirm, you jolt, trying to get away from the source of your pain with a prolonged hiss. Only one hand of his is enough to stop you from fussing while the other fondles your chest. Your nipple is caught between his fingers, he twists it slightly. You can’t see it getting red, hard and swollen. His moves are awkward and tactless, but somehow they help with soothing the sharp pain in your neck. Your tensed body eases up a little.
He kicks the inner side of your knee with his own, creating a little space in between them, then forces your legs apart with one smooth movement. As he tries to settle right under your core, you feel him brushing the apex of your thigh.
He’s so painfully hard.
You’re sure he can read the instinctual reactions of your body. The rush of adrenaline, your pulse, how your heart is almost breaking your ribs with every beat. You’re getting more and more aware of your surroundings because you have no idea what will happen to you. He pins your wrists down on the bed. He doesn’t want you to escape.
What has gotten into him? Where’s your shy and gentle man, your sweet little angel? The one who needs so much guidance, who gets so awkward about his lack of experience compared to you. The one you need to encourage to talk about what he likes since you won’t judge him for it. Well, angels shouldn’t be benevolent and sweet, right? They’re the soldiers of god after all. And the depth of his psyche is still very much a mystery to you…
“I don’t want to hurt you… I just need you.”
He has no control over his own thoughts, everything on his mind gets blabbered out. Not just that he needs you, but that he wants to fuck you (he rarely uses that word so you’re even more baffled), that he wants to eat you up, bite for bite, digest you so nobody else can have you.
It sounds devoted yet utterly terrifying.
“You’re-“
He’s scary. Well, you knew this prior to crawling into his life. What people thought about him, one rumor more unhinged than the other and you have no idea how much truth there was to them. Everyone has some sort of admiration, respect for him or repulsion of him. You just tend to forget sometimes, how malicious his cursed energy feels, how his eyes never reflect the light, looking outright dead. But it’s all so contradictory to his personality… you know that you’re dear to him, he’s willing to risk everything for his friends, he’s so starved for connection, to carve himself a place within people’s hearts. You blamed the whole phenomenon on Rika. And you took pride in yourself, for taming a monster.
“I feel so…” he suspires, trying his best to contain himself. “… weird.”
And he’s a kind monster indeed, even now, controlling his impulses as he humps your thigh like a feral dog.
“I don’t know if I’m able to hold back, so I need to know….”
His voice is desperate, almost a plea. He’s afraid of himself too. With the last bit of his sanity, he wants to make sure that it’s alright for you, whatever he has in store for you.
You don’t protest.
His lips crash into yours in a violent, hungry kiss. Your teeth clang together, he shoves his entire tongue in your mouth. He grabs the hem of your shorts, peeling off anything that covers you below the waist. You hear the fabric tear. It’s the same with his own clothes too, in a few blinks of your eyes he’s already stark naked.
He takes your hand, pulls it towards him, you can feel him in your palm. So hot, hard and swollen to the touch. He closes your fingers around him and his hips start moving back and forth, fucking himself into your grip. You smear the precum along his length with your fingertips, squeezing lightly when you feel the base. It has him moaning, breathily, more vocal than he usually is. He’s so sensitive, his pace quickens and his voice is thinner, almost like a whimper.
And he groans. Unexpectedly. It bursts deep from his throat. You feel his cum pooling in your palm. Though you may be surprised, you don’t make a big deal about it. You search for tissues on the bedside table to clean your hand like nothing happened.
“Feelin’ okay?”
Your voice is calming, tender, it warms his heart but the mere sight of his cum on your hand makes the blood rush to his dick again.
You sit up to caress his face. You open your mouth to question him, but he won’t let you start your aftercare routine.
“It’s… not enough.”
He grabs your thigh, hooking your leg over his shoulder, giving him better access to your naked core. Your back falls onto the mattress again.
“I’ll take care of you.”
It’s a promise, you’re sure of it.
His fingertips sink into your folds, relief ripples through him when he finds them already wet. He goes all out on you, his thumb circles your clit and two fingers dip in at your entrance, waiting to loosen you up so they can be pushed inside. His nails gently caress your inner thigh, it’s a tickling sensation, goosebumps dot your skin, a sigh dies on your lips. Treating it as a sign, his fingers start stretching your walls. They curl and curl inside you to the point of the cold band of his ring touching your folds, your essence soiling the stainless metal. The symbol of the haunting spirit of his first love. Childish love that it is, unserious, all just a game. The promises… the word forever holds no weight. Or maybe it does but they have no idea how hard it is to maintain those vows.
Can you ever compare to Rika in his eyes? Have the same effect over him? You don’t dare to talk about it just yet. No, the nature of your relationship is not the same. Childhood love is not like adult love, you just want some reassurance. You want to feel important.
And your reassurance is soaking that wretched finger with your juices. Make that wretched ring yours. He spreads his fingers inside you, scissoring you apart, eagerly working to prepare you. You’re holding onto the sheets and the pillows desperately, your body feels so volatile you might as well float away.
When he pulls out you feel hollow, incomplete. But he won’t keep you waiting long. The head of his cock feels like salvation. Scorching hot and wet with the mixed arousal. And he completes you with one smooth thrust. You’re whole, fulfilled, a merged existence worth suffering over. He’s throbbing deep within your walls, pulsating through your nerves. You can’t tell if the noise coming out of him is a moan, a whine, or a growl, you only know that it’s bordering on bestial. Filled with need, an ache, coupled with something beyond your comprehension.
He drills into you, there’s so much strength and resilience in him, it almost makes you scared. But something else also swells inside your chest. An unknown kind of excitement, a thrill, it makes you feverish, wired. The dissonance between his absolutely feral state and the fact that he’d never hurt you. Or maybe he would, in a way that you’d like it. Nobody could bite through your throat with such force that your windpipe breaks, only him, him and no one else.
He holds you at the back of your pelvic bone, lifts you up in an utterly perfect angle. You mewl him that it feels so good, so perfect, so raw. You love this feeling so much. You get completely lost and immersed in it.
“…it?”
His voice is faint yet his broken self-worth shines through it. Poor soul… You didn’t pay attention to his most important desire. He’s a parasite living off of your kind words, but nothing can make him as blissful as knowing you love him, despite everything he despises about himself. And you’ll feed him. Prove it to him that he matters more than the things he does to you.
“Oh Yuta, my sweet…” the rest of the sentence gets stuck in your throat as you open your arms and he crashes into your embrace like a lost, lonely puppy. You hug him tightly, brushing through his locks with a free hand. The sweat makes the strands stick together. “Of course I love you, don’t be silly.”
He might as well have been a puppy in his previous life. And now your words eased his guilt about his temporary condition. He gained your forgiveness.
What he does next is much more instinctual. He folds you in half, where your knees bend, is pressed right against his traps, your heels graze the middle of his back. Now his thrusts have weight, uncovering spots that even you had no idea that existed inside of you. Tears of joy prickle in your eyes, calling upon whatever deity’s name you can think of, off the top of your head. You can swear his pace increases at the sight. It’s so intense a broken cry erupts from your throat.
He thrusts right into a sweet spot, which has you melting and trembling. Please is the only word your lips can form. At this point, you couldn’t care less about the lewd sounds of your skin slapping together or the squelching noises that make the whole act sloppy, shameless and primal, you only want to reach your peak, and you’re not far from it as you’re clenching around him with a rhythm that you have no control over.
It crashes, it ruptures, sudden, sharp and hot like an electric spark. A scream empties your lungs, but Yuta muffles it with sealing his mouth onto yours. You feel yourself getting filled as you’re convulsing around his length.
After he fucks you through your orgasm you feel yourself shaking, your whole body is limp, numb, drifting slowly to sleep. You’re both soaked in sweat, your bodies stick together but there’s a need to bond further in each other’s embrace. You plant a kiss between his locks, praising him, telling him you love him. Satisfaction clouds your mind, like a soft, pillowy pink mist.
However, his cock is still not soft.
“I have no idea what has gotten into you.” you tell him, marveling, as you’re still catching on your breath. “I like it though, but you owe me an explanation.”
He handles you gently, like you’re some precious thing, made from glass, fragile. Your body is like a ragdoll’s, he has you lying on your stomach, lazily, flatly, you might as well fuse together with the mattress. Calloused fingers are drawing nonfigurative shapes on your shoulder blades.
“I’ll tell you right after we finish.”
Your blood runs cold for a moment.
“Again? Yuta, for the love of god I’m exhausted.” you whine.
He apologetically kisses your spine.
“Just this one, okay? Please? I’ll do all the work, I’ll make it quick. You only need to relax, you can sleep even.”
You want to tell him that sounds a little bit creepy, but you don’t have the strength to talk. He kisses the two shallow dimples right above your tailbone. His gaze lingers on your folds, admiring how red and swollen you are.
“If you manage to make me cum again, you deserve a fucking award.” you comment, face nuzzled into the pillow, your voice is obviously snarky.
You can feel teeth sinking into the flesh of your asscheek. The mark that is burning on your neck found it’s pair. He presses down your overly sensitive clit with his thumb, balancing the pain out with pleasure. But it gets overstimulated so easily, you feel the need to bite the pillow.
You brace yourself with a deep breath through your nose. You’re going to pay him back next time, you promise yourself that you’ll make a begging, crying mess out of him, and the thought makes you chuckle.
#jjk#jujutsu kaisen x reader#jjk smut#yuta okkotsu x reader#okkotsu yuta x reader#okkotsu yuuta x reader#do not perceive me please idk how I came up with the whole cannibalcore pipeline#yuta okkotsu x you#jjk x reader#meesa writes
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Vice.
Synopsis - Everyone on the team has their vices. It just so happens that yours is sat across the table looking at you.
Pairing - Luke Alvez x Female Reader
Warnings - smut. cursing. luke has a gorgeous filthy mouth.
Age Rating - 18+
Word Count - 1.6k
Author's Note - my baby my baby my BAAAAAABY!! I have been in love with this man for years and years and I can't believe I haven't written more for him. if you ever have a luke request, please send it to me. love him with my whole heart <3
as always, reblogs, comments and feedback (even anonymous feedback!!) are immensely appreciated!! your reblogs are the only way to circulate my fics, which keeps me going <3
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Vice - a weakness of character or behaviour; a bad habit. "Cigars happen to be my father's vice."
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"Italian food."
The entire team laughs, faces illuminated by the warm yellow lights in Rossi's backyard.
"Yeah, no shit," Tara retorts, looking pointedly at Dave. "Doesn't take a behavioural analyst to figure that one out."
"Look, you asked the question, I answered."
He reclines back in his chair and takes a sip of his wine, looking around the table.
"Okay Tara, you go. What's your vice?"
She chuckles to herself before confessing.
"Super steamy period romances."
Everyone bursts into more laughter.
"Wait, what?"
"What kind?"
She's clutching at her sides as she answers.
"All kinds! Movies, books, TV shows. If it has corsets and sex, I'm in."
Your cheeks are aching from smiling so hard. You're not sure who first raised the initial question, but it's really allowed you to get to know each other a little bit deeper.
"Okay, enough about me. Simmons, what's your vice?"
"I have six kids. I don't have time for a vice."
He sounds serious, but he's grinning as he says it.
"I think the six kids are a result of an old vice."
The words leave your mouth before you can stop them, several glasses of wine almost obliterating your verbal filter. Your team howl with laughter.
"No comment," Matt wheezes, wiping tears from his eyes. "Golfing is a safer option now. No risk of unplanned surprises."
"I had to change mine after kids, too," JJ chimes in. "I used to smoke cigarettes after bad cases, but I can't anymore. What kinda mom would I be if I lectured the boys about the dangers of nicotine, and then got caught chain smoking in the backyard?"
"A cool one," you shrug, yelping when she jokingly punches you in the arm.
"What about you, hotshot?" she asks, the whole team turning their attention to you. "What's your vice?"
You desperately avoid any eye contact, trying to play it cool. You just know Luke has that glint in his eye as he looks at you pointedly.
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"Oh, fuck," you groan, fingers threading into the dark curls of his hair.
"Shhh, honey," he murmurs, lifting his head from between your legs to look up at you. "You and I both know how much trouble we'll be in if we get caught."
He dives back in, tongue gliding and flicking all the spots that make you keen. You slap one hand over your mouth, the other grappling to hold onto the leather beneath you.
"Bet you'd like that, wouldn't you?" he taunts, condescension dripping from his tone. "The thrill turns you on, doesn't it, baby? The risk of getting caught only makes you hotter."
You whine against your palm, bucking your hips to urge him to keep going.
"What do you want, princesa? Tell me what you want and I'll give it to you."
He loves this. Loves hearing you beg. Loves having you relinquish complete control and let him take care of you. Loves that he can turn you, the most independent, headstrong woman he knows, into a whining, needy mess.
"Fingers," you croak out. "Make me come, Luke, please."
He grins up at you like the cat who got the cream, self satisfied smirk never leaving his lips.
"Okay, baby," he soothes. "Since you asked so pretty."
He slides two fingers into you with embarrassing ease, crooking them in the way he knows you like.
"Oh, sweet girl, what would the team think? Huh? What do you think they'd say if they saw you like this, letting me finger fuck you in the backseat of my car in the parking garage?"
He's muttering lowly, under his breath, but you hear him clear as day. He loves to patronise you, tease you, get under your skin. In everyday life, he treats you with the utmost respect. In bed, not so much. You love it.
"Couldn't even wait until we got home. Poor baby, just had to take the edge off."
His eyes meet yours, like a magnetic force. His gaze is so dark, it has you squirming in place.
"It was the shirt," you choke out. "Fucking shirt."
"Hmm?" he hums against you, the vibrations pulling you closer to the edge.
"Your shirt," you moan as his thumb finds your clit. "Makes your arms look so, fuck, so big."
Oh, you shouldn't have said that. You can practically see his ego inflating.
"I'll let you wear it tomorrow morning, if you want. If you can still walk by then, that is."
You're right on the precipice, orgasm almost within reach. If he keeps talking to you like this, you'll be at the finish line in no time.
"Oh, I've got a better idea. Why don't I fuck you in it?"
The idea makes your head spin, sending you straight into your climax. Sharp white heat licks up your spine, curling your toes and arching your back. Your grip tightens in his hair and he groans, low and honeyed.
"That's it, baby," he's murmuring. "Ride it out. Good girl."
You finally relax, melting into the leather seats. Luke crawls from his position to lean over you, resting his body onto yours. He kisses you gently at first, then dirtier as you come back to yourself.
"My place or yours?" he whispers against your lips.
"Yours is closer."
"Mine it is."
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"Hello? Earth to Hotshot?"
JJ nudges you playfully, grinning at you from ear to ear.
"What you thinking about?"
"Nothing," you stutter, clearing your throat. "Nothing at all."
You make the mistake of lifting your gaze from your lap. There, staring at you from across the table, is Luke Alvez. You almost wish you could slap that smug smirk off of his face.
"Come on, girl!" Tara hollers.
"Everyone has a vice," Spencer begins. "You have to. Especially in our line of work. We have to have some kind of outlet. Some sort of release."
Release. You almost choke on your wine, patting yourself on the chest.
"Yeah, no. I, uh, I like British reality TV. I guess that's mine."
The team laugh, everyone teasing you relentlessly. You risk a glance at Luke, and regret it immediately. He runs his tongue over his bottom lip and chuckles, knowing look in his eye. You're petrified for a moment that he can read your mind.
"Okay then Spence. Your turn," you prompt, desperate to take the attention off yourself.
Spencer starts rambling about quantum physics, and you breathe a sigh of relief.
Relief.
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"Yeah, this is what you needed, isn't it baby?"
You try to respond, but Luke's huge hands wrapped around your throat are making it a little difficult.
"My poor sweet girl, just needed some relief huh? You sick of being in charge all the time? You want me to take care of you?"
His tone is low and melted, the timbre of it settling into your bones. All you can do is whine and nod your head in response.
His hips repeatedly snap into yours, his body melded to you. He's completely smothering you with his weight, but you don't mind. You like the closeness.
You lean up to kiss him, allowing him to slip his tongue into your mouth. He's swallowing your moans, leaning his head forward to rest against yours.
"Fuck, you sound so pretty," he groans. "You gonna come for me, mama? Give me what I want?"
"Yes," you breathe. "Yes. Please, baby. Please."
"Who am I to deny you when you beg so fucking sweet?"
The hand that's not around your throat snakes between your sweat slicked bodies to rub circles on your clit, throwing you over the edge.
Your back arches, hips writhing on Luke's soft cotton sheets. You're squeezing him so tight he's seeing stars.
"Oh fuck baby, oh fuck."
Luke goes boneless, dropping his head into the crook of your neck. He releases his grip on your throat and wraps both arms around you, pressing you together impossibly closer.
"We get better at this every time," he chuckles.
You smack him jokingly, before bursting into laughter. Soon, the two of you are crying happy tears, revelling in the afterglow.
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"I'm gonna get a refill. Anyone need anything from the kitchen?"
You stand from your seat and make your way inside, taking note of the replies.
"I'll help you," Luke says, rising to join you. Neither of you see the way everyone at the table looks at each other knowingly.
You're barely through the door when you feel him against you, wrapping his arms around you from behind. He presses a kiss onto your shoulder, murmuring in your ear.
"I'm your vice, aren't I?"
You shake your head, breathing out a laugh.
"In your dreams, Alvez."
He nips at your neck before continuing.
"Admit it. I'm your dirty little bad habit that you just can't kick."
You turn in his arms to face him, running your fingers through his hair.
"Talk the talk all you want, Luke. You and I both know this works both ways."
Your quirk your brow at him, and he leans in and kisses you chastely.
"Old habits die hard, huh?" he grins.
"Wouldn't have it any other way," you smirk back.
Outside, the team decide they'll continue to let you both lie to them for a little while longer. It's more fun for everyone that way.
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Finnick Odair with a praise and corruption kink/smut/
TW!: 18+ content, dom!experienced!finnick, sub!reader, corruption!kink, praise kink, dirty talk, oral (fem receiving), P in V, very brief mention of forced prostitution (Finnick), brief aftercare, that’s about it.
A/N: Ok so this initially started off as a drabble but then it kept adding on and ended up way longer than planned, hahah. Anyways, enjoy! The amount of Finnick smut is criminally low.
Minors DNI
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Finnick Odair who has a corruption kink and praise kink. You just look so innocent and pretty in your tight floral dress, clinging by his side as he greets the other victors at parties. You are being such a good girl for him, simply smiling sweetly at everyone and letting all the hungry men who are staring you down know that you are taken by letting him press kisses to your temple with his arm wrapped around your waist.
Later when the two of you return to your home in the Victors Village, he’d reward you for behaving so well and make you feel good.
“You’ve been such a good girl for me tonight…you deserve to feel good hmm, honey?” He would say, voice laced with lust and so smooth as he begins to kiss down your neck. You whimper as you let him, nodding eagerly, knowing that Finnick knows how to work your own body better than you do.
He starts by burying his face between your thighs and feasting on you, expertly licking, sucking, and fucking you with his skilled tongue. He takes notes of the way your chest rises and falls, the sweet noises you make are music to his ears. He feels you tensing a little as your legs clamp around his head and he holds them open with his big, strong arms.
“Nuh uh darling….” he tuts as he raises his head up from your heat, “keep them open or I’ll stop”. He returns to work and he inserts a finger, pumping in and out of you as he draws figure eights on your clit with his tongue. You’re a loud moaning mess, back arching as you whimper and release all over his face. Finnick smirks and lifts his head up, his chin dripping from your arousal.
Then he moves on to fucking you. As everyone knows, Finnick is extremely experienced because of his past and he definitely puts his skills to good use. This man pushes in slowly and increases his pace. His thrusts are nice and deep, rough yet his hold on your waist is gentle. He finds that spot which makes you squirm in a matter of seconds and thrusts into you in a rhythm which makes your eye roll to the back of your skull. The sensation is indescribable, a mixture of bliss and pleasure and slight pain from the stretch of his size. Finnick whispers sweet praises in your ears as he feels you clenching around his cock.
“Mhmm..doing so good for me darling…so nice and tight, just like that”
“I can feel your sweet little pussy clenching around me…you close, honey?”
“F-fuck you feel perfect….this body is made for me huh darling?”
Let’s just say that the night is long and after many rounds, it ends with your legs shaking and body sore yet so satisfied from the immense pleasure you’ve just experienced. The aftercare is just as amazing as the sex (better if it’s possible) and Finnick smiles knowingly as he watches you doze of into a deep slumber on his chest almost immediately, gently caressing your hair as he presses soft kisses to your forehead.
Finnick Odair who wants to corrupt your innocence by teaching you about your body and his, encouraging you with praises and his way of showing affection being to leave you breathless and covered in his scent.
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A/N: well I hope everyone enjoyed reading this bc it’s the first time I’m writing smut or any fic in general after I accidentally deleted my account. Previously it was also called @ficmenrhot or @sullymenrhot. Please reblog or like if you enjoyed this, a follow is appreciated too :);)
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Hiiii!
Could you write one for G!p Jenna x fem reader smut, where they are on their honeymoon going at it like rabbits, a few weeks after coming home they find out reader is pregnant?
Thank youuu
so-called "honeymoon phase"
Pairing: G!p!Jenna Ortega x Fem!Reader
Summary: request!! ^^
Words: 7.2k
Warnings: this is a long long one, just immediate smut, pregnancy ofc,
a/n: hellloooo and yes i definitely can!!! thank you sm for the request!!!!! i need to see jenna in more thom browne outfits ohmygodddd
masterlist.
"Jenna… O-Oh my God, f-fuck, baby, please…!"
Jenna's relentless thrusts rocked your back against the cold and hard surface of the kitchen island, feeling her cock stretching and filling you up, breaking you down to a whiny and desperate mess for her to satisfy herself.
A pathetic whine escaped your lips, letting her penetrate you even further as you feel your eyes roll back in pleasure while your legs— weakened by the amount of times she gave you countless of orgasms— were thrown over Jenna's shoulder, her hands digging into the skin of your waist, keeping you steady while she slammed you up and down on her hard cock.
Her mouth hung open, hot breaths followed by low moans eliciting from her pretty lips, a bead of sweat starting to form on her forehead as she kept bucking her hips deep inside you. "Fuck, y/n..."
You can feel her eyes roaming on your body, relishing in the way you look so fucking hot under her control; your eyes swelling in tears as you tried your best to muffle your sounds, your neck down to your chest littered with red markings and hickeys, your boobs bouncing along with her thrusts, your back arching everytime she slams you back on her dick, your ass red with markings of her hands coming down on you, your pussy slick with your own cum mixed with hers.
You looked so perfect with her thick cock sliding in and out.
The kitchen was a mess, especially the counter beneath you, now slick with your combined juices mixed with Jenna's sloppy pre-cum.
For what felt like a pleasurable eternity for hours on end, Jenna had taken full control over your trembling body, relentlessly driving her thick cock into your well-abused cunt while your desperate pleas of begging her to stop fell on deaf ears—ignoring your screams and moans as she rammed her shaft deep inside you.
"You're... f-fucking me so good, Jenna, oh God!"You squirmed beneath her, unable to do anything but uselessly cry out her name which sounded like an addicting lustful melody to her ears as she continued her assault on you. Her intent was clear—she wouldn't stop until your vision flicks dark.
Jenna looked fixated on this sinful sight of you, on how you were on the brink of tears from her harsh thrusts—your heated expressions being one of the things she loved the most when you were beneath her.
With each forceful thrust, she seemed to plunge deeper, her cock disappearing and reappearing in your tight heat while your clit glistened with slick and arousal, turning bright crimson red as Jenna overstimulated the poor sensitive bud, placing intense pressure as she pressed two of her fingers against it, rubbing with intensity that didn't seem to dwindle down.
"J-jenna! No, no, please, stop! Too much, I—" You cried out, eyes squeezed shut while your head pulled back as you feel another wave of an orgasm ripping through you, wrapping your arms around Jenna's back, your nails digging into her skin.
The smacks of skin on skin, Jenna's grunts and soft moans, and the wet squelching of her cock driving into you was enough for you, your pussy constantly clenching and unclenching around her hard length.
She tilted your chin up, your eyes meeting with someone lustful and dark, "Be a good girl and look at me, yeah?" Jenna's pace quickened all while moaning in immense pleasure. "I wanna see your pretty face fall apart beneath me."
"Yes, Jenna!" You screamed as your body arched off the counter to to accommodate her size, "Oh, fuck, don't stop!" She pulled back, her tip lathering on your slick before slamming back in, your pussy clenched around her cock that you struggled to take in full, a large bump visible on your abdomen.
Your hands reached over to Jenna's stomach, hoping to find something to hang on before you feel like you might pass out from her thrusts, feeling her labored breaths through her chest.
You can tell that she was close to her climax too.
"I need to pull out, y/n..." She whispered, her voice all too hot and raspy. Her hands that were seated along your sides a moment ago snaked around your waist, pulling you closer to her, her body tensing up, "'m gonna cum..."
"No! No, please, d-don't go!" A whiny, and all over pathetic, choke of a beg left your abused and marked lips, the though of Jenna pulling away from your pussy was just simply unbearable. "Fill me with your cum Jenna, please!"
"Are you sure, baby?" Jenna husked, her breath getting heavier with each slam.
You clung to her desperately, the hand that was on her stomach trailed over to her forearms, your nails digging into her skin as if you were trying to anchor her to you.
"I can take it..." You whined, begged, pleaded her, "p-please, I can take your huge cock, I'll—mmhph!"
Jenna's lips were pressed onto yours immediately, her lips leaving a faint taste of your juices earlier when she ate you out and with the faint flavor of her lipgloss, tilting her head to grant her even more access.
It was almost embarrassing how you kept moaning even when she has your lips latched onto yours, a string of saliva appearing everytime she tore her soft lips away.
Your hands rushed over to cup her cheeks, bringing her face impossibly closer to yours as you opened your mouth to let her hot tongue slip into yours, your fingers roaming all over her skin while you traced the contours of her face and neck as she made out with you, her tongue sinking in deeper and deeper, fighting a battle you soon surrendered.
You can feel her movements becoming more erratic, desperate, her rhythm starting to falter, yet she remained focused on you and your pleasure alone; her lips never leaving yours as she felt the knot in her stomach tightening.
Jenna tore away from your lips, a whine escaping your mouth from the loss of contact alone, "Fucking slut," she rasped, removing her grip from your body and slapping the plump curve of your ass, "You're gonna cum with me, alright pretty girl? I want your perfect cunt filled with our cum. You can do that for me, right?"
The sting sent a shiver of pleasure down your spine as she delivered a sharp slap to your ass that echoed across the room and managed to elicit a whimper and a gasp from you, your brain reprogramming itself to a primal need within yo to obey her every word.
"Yes, Jenna!" You moaned, your eyes rolling back and your toes curling while a string of desperate pleads left your mouth, begging Jenna to cum inside of you. "I want your cum, baby, please, I need it—Oh, God, fuck!"
Your body came before you can even react, a guttural groan and a pornographic moan came out of your lips while you felt Jenna burry herself deep inside you, her cock pulsing and twitching against your walls as she spilled her hot seed inside of you, her body shivering yet continued doing slow and long strokes to your cunt.
"Jenna! Shit, Jenna!" You cried out her name as you came undone, your chest heaving in exhaustion while letting the both of you ride out eachothers orgasms as you kept purposely clenching against her dick while she kept thrusting.
After a moment, Jenna collapsed against you. You feel her cum going no where but leaking onto the kitchen counter. Her breath came in ragged gasps, almost like she ran a marathon as she buried her face in the crook of your neck.
You look over to her once you came down from your own high, her messy fringe falling over her eyes with her head down low, her hips unintentionally bucking against your wet cunt, her body still shaking with pleasure.
It didn't take a while before she lifted herself up.
And it was still so amazing that her cock was still so hard even if it was still inside of you after cumming in you for like, what? Four times since the both of you woke up in a hot sweat after another intense fuck earlier night that left you silly and senseless.
She looked down at your puffy folds that covered her dick in a new layer of cum, her fingers reaching for your clit to coat them in your own slick and smear it against your lips, a sadistic smile finding its way across her face.
"Look at you… such a slut for me." She relished in the way you immediately opened your mouth to clean her fingers all on your own, your lips hanging open as you gave her the perfect view of your tongue swirling against her fingers while you looked up at her with the prettiest and desperate doe eyes.
"My perfect slut to fuck."
You hummed in agreement, the corners of your lips twitching into a smirk while your mouth eagerly kept sucking on her fingers as you savored the taste of your cum mixed with hers as you moaned softly against her digits, saliva coating her skin.
You know how much she loves it when you put on a show for her.
She called you her pretty girl, slut, whore, cumslut, or maybe her good girl if you obeyed to her orders (which almost never happens), and it always never fails to make your pussy throb in delight and the musky scent of her cock always managed to make you feel as if you were meant to be her cockwarming whore.
It's almost hard to believe this perfect girl was your wife.
"Yours," you whispered breathlessly as Jenna pulled her fingers away from you, drool trailing down to your neck as Jenna traced your body all the way back down to your pulsating heat, leaning in and kissing you dangerously near the lips but never granted you the satisfaction.
You were going insane. Sex and love drunk with her. “Want…" You gasped, words that you finally put together instead of something coherent coming out in a needy whimper as you rolled your hips against her.
She hummed, "Yeah? Want what, y/n?" Jenna teased, her lips tempting to hover over yours and place a gentle peck, her breath hot against your skin.
You whimpered in frustration as you try to sit up with your elbows, your body awaiting to collapse and pass out. "I want you," you finally murmured, your brain remained stuck in a sex drunk haze over her.
If Jenna's smile couldn't get any wider, you'd be wrong. Her eyes darkened just the slightest bit at your pleads as she leaned in closer, kissing your neck while she rubbed slow circles along your clit. "You want me for what, baby?" she murmured, "You need to be more specific to get what you want. You know me."
You let out a frustrated groan, you could almost roll your eyes if they weren't rolling backwards instead of the usual eyeroll, your hips arching up to search for the tiniest amount of friction. "Want your cock… Please."
"But I'm already inside you, pretty girl.” Jenna purred, her fingers slowly increasing in their pace, drawing figure of 8's on your wet and throbbing clit, making your hips subtly buck in stimulation.
"No!" You whined, slightly kicking your legs behind her, squirming beneath her body as you struggled to tell her want you want. "My mouth... fuck my mouth, Jenna, please..."
"You'd like that, wouldn't you baby?" Her hands found themselves in the strands of your hair, slightly tugging on them as she whispered, her words sinful, "Sucking my cock after I fucked you with it?"
"Please..." You whined, "please, I need it, I need you."
You were beginning to slip in that subspace to please her, your mouth opening and closing only to serve as symphony to Jenna's ears by begging and pleading your wants and needs only to be granted with nothing.
Until Jenna shifted her position without a word, pulling back slowly until her cock was free from your dripping heat, watching how cum kept gushing out of your hot cunt. The sudden absence of her dick from your walls left you feeling empty and achingly needy for more, a pathetic wind couldn't help but escape you.
Before you could ask her, Jenna's soft hands was on your hips, effortlessly lifting you up from the kitchen island and bringing you down to your knees as she reached for your shoulders and pushed you down.
"Beg a little more."
Jenna laughed, her lips curving into a grin as she watched you drool over her twitching cock, her hands reaching to grasp her length and began to stroke it up and down, grazing the tip with her thumb, clearly feeling herself without you. "Show me how much you wanna replace my hand with that mouth of yours."
The sight of Jenna pumping her shaft up and down as if your mouth deepthroating the fuck out of her cock wasn't sufficient to satisfy her needs, it was enough for you to beg almost immediately.
"Wanna whore out my mouth on your cock, Jenna." You pleaded, feeling your heart hammer in your chest as you begged for more, "Please, I need it so bad, wanna let you cum down my throat, please Jenna, pleasepleaseplease—"
You were cut off the moment you felt her fingers slip into the strands of your messy hair, pulling you close to her cock and smacked you with the wet length, smothering her pre-cum over your face. You were basically panting at this point, and you needed to stuff your face with her cock.
"Such a needy little slut," she murmured as she pressed her dick against your lips that almost drooled for her, your tongue darting out to wet your lips. "Open up for me, baby, let me fuck that pretty mouth of yours."
Jenna guided the tip of her cock against your lips, slowly letting you savor the taste of her dick before tugging onto your hair to push past your lips and inside of your warmth.
You eagerly welcomed her inside, your mouth stretching to satisfy her thick length as she pushed deeper and harder until she reached the back of your throat, feeling her cock sliding against your tongue as she filled you completely.
You moaned against her cock, feeling your eyes rolling at the back of your head, your spit going no where but drip down your chin. You wanted her out, yet you wanted her deeper, harder, faster.
Jenna's grip on your hair tightened once she began to slam your mouth onto her cock like she always does with your cunt, a relentless pace that continued in all holes that had you gagging, spitting, and whimpering with how much you're struggling to take all of her.
"S-such a pathetic little bitch in heat, oh fuck!" She moaned loudly, her eyes rolling to the back of her head while both of her hands were tangled in your hair, fucking you with fervour as you wrapped your lips so good around her dick to suck her eagerly.
Your tongue swirled around her length, your hands wrapping themselves around her dick to jack her off when the rest of her inches wasn't deep inside of you. You wanted to rest, just for a few moments if not for Jenna ruining your mouth every second.
The sting in your eyes was painful, and the way you realized you aren't used to her large size made you all the more suffer, her thick girth invading every space inside of you.
"Oh, you perfect girl." Jenna groaned, the relentless thrusts of her hands around your head to her cock and the way she was bucking her hips into your mouth made it all the more satisfying for her, "D-deepthroating your wife like a whore."
You reveled in Jenna's praise, looking up at her and giving a little fist-bump to yourself by making America's #1 IT girl become a trembling mess in your hands.
"'M gonna cum in that pretty mouth of yours," she breathed out, "and you're gonna swallow every last drop."
Jenna's thrusts into your warm mouth grew urgent, desperate, simple breaths became a challenge to her.
With a final guttural moan, she slammed your head on her cock, your nose meeting with her abdomen as she emptied herself inside of you.
Jenna's warm load flooded your mouth, closing your eyes as you tried to swallow all of her, letting her ride out her climax with your mouth accompanying every inch of her still throbbing length inside of you.
Once she relaxed, she let go of her firm grip on your hair and you pulled back, licking your lips and savoring the taste of her on your tongue. You wouldn't say it outloud, lest you wanted another delicious and pleasurable fuck with Jenna, you loved the taste of her cum in your mouth and how you looked so hot with her slick all over your face.
Jenna almost collapsed if she didn't catch herself at the last minute on the edge of the counter. Her breaths labored and heavy yet again as she basked herself in the afterglow of her orgasm.
You give her finally softening dick a chaste kiss on the tip before standing up and wrapping your hands on her waist, leaning in to place a tender kiss on her lips and another to one of the freckles that littered her pretty face. "Did I do well, baby?"
Jenna's eyes fluttered open, a lazy smile appearing on her lips with those dimples that you always adored as she looked at you, laughing at how much raspy and husky your voice was after sucking her off.
The both of you were together for almost 10 years, and you never got tired of that smile. Much more so her laughter.
"You were perfect, Y/n, as always. You know that," she replied, "Are you alright? I didn't hurt you?" She wrapped her arms around you in reciprocation and pressed a kiss to your lips. "Oh, God, I can taste myself."
You chuckled softly, "If it makes your day any better, you taste amazing, Jenna. And, yes. I'm fine. More than fine actually!" You kissed her again before pulling away from her grubby hands and bending down to retrieve your lingerie randomly thrown on a spot on the floor.
Jenna watched you with crossed arms to hide the fact that she was resisting herself and using possibly all her might to not go for another round. "You're teasing me."
You grinned as you straightened your back, holding the lingerie in your hands as you turned to face Jenna. "How'd you know?" you admitted, "it's not my fault you can't resist fucking me every second."
Jenna let out a feigned, mock shocked expression, "I'm not even like that!"
You scoffed, walking pass Jenna to get her boxers yourself, "So you're telling me when we got home to our rented beach house for our honeymoon, you decided to fuck me on every surface and continued to do so until we both passed out because...?"
Jenna's lips twitched. "Okay, well—Okay, maybe I am like that. A little bit." She stammered. "You just have that effect on me!" She replied with an exclaimed shrug, trying to look innocent but, of course, she's failing miserably.
You chuckled, "Sure, blame it on my blatant irresistible charm," you tossed her boxers in her direction, shaking your head as you put on your rather drenched undergarments.
She almost looked shy when you turn to her, complete the opposite of that dominant aura you felt around her just mere moments ago. "Did you... did you like it? The sex, I mean."
I swear, I could marry this woman all over again, you thought to yourself before approaching her and giving her a kiss on the cheek. "I wouldn't have been screaming your name all night if I didn't."
Jenna's cheeks flushed slightly at your words, her dimples appearing visible than ever, a soft smile tugging at her lips as she put on her boxers. "Oh, thank God. I would've off'd myself if otherwise."
You pressed your lips onto Jenna's, giggling as you felt a small smile form beneath you, "I bet the food on the table turned cold. And also probably swarming with flies."
"You can't bet on something that's already so obvious you're gonna win!"
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It was already noon when the two of you ate breakfast. And you were right. The food was cold. But it was fine, you can handle a cold meal if you were manhandled by a hot woman.
Ever since you and Jenna finally got married after years of dating eachother, you were living in pure bliss.
After the wedding and horribly, gutwrenching, romantic and truly poetic vows coming from Jenna that made you cry even after the ceremony, the both of you decided to go on a honeymoon trip on a much more coastal setting to take your mind off of work and her mind off of Hollywood.
But you wouldn't have predicted that Jenna would fuck you on every surface she could rail you on with the possibility of you passing out on every single one of them.
In the span of a week, Jenna came in you atleast twenty-five times and that wasn't even including the times she pulled out. You were thankful you packed a fuck ton of birth control pills anyway.
You didn't know what came over her or how did she exactly get the stamina of a rabbit fucking their mate, but you couldn't be mad. Not ever. You enjoyed every moment on how she roughly fucked you well into late night everytime the both of you went home.
Or maybe the times where she fucked you in public.
You couldn't count the number of times Jenna had teased you in public, or how her touchy hands kept exploring every inch of your body as you tried to maintain composure surrounded by countless of tourists, or maybe how many minutes—hours, even— she would spend begging for you to pack a sex toy for the both of you.
Obviously, that ended up with Jenna getting a 10-minute scolding.
But aside from sexual activities you and Jenna somehow couldn't get enough of, the both of you enjoyed time spent with each other by going on walks with the soft breeze hitting your skin, swimming around and just floating on water, boating, diving, just basically anything you could do in the Bahamas.
Now, unfortunately, the trip has to come to an end somehow.
"Our flight leaves early tomorrow, baby." You reminded her, the hot water and steam coming from the shower hitting your skin was far too relaxing.
Plus, your wife was right behind you. Massaging your scalp with a shampoo she always uses, humming a tune that the both of you loved and even used as your wedding theme. It always makes you so happy and excited whenever you have the exact scent as Jenna.
"Alright," she cooed, leaning in softly from your side and planting a kiss to your soft cheeks that you couldn't help but smile at. She always had this effect on you, and it never wore out. "I'll help you pack."
You turned to face Jenna, unknowingly having a wide smile across your face. "You don't know how much I love you, Jenna. I don't know how I will ever repay you."
It was moments like these you forget on how much Jenna actually loves you from the deepest, darkest depths of her heart. She could literally be possessed by some evil spirit, yet she would still find a way to show the light you always loved in her.
Jenna chuckled softly, dipping her hands on the water to clean them before reaching up to cup your face. "I love you too, baby. Too much." She leans in and presses a gentle and tender kiss on your soft lips.
"And, also, you can repay me by..."
"Jenna, we are not fucking in the shower. Again."
"I didn't even finish my sentence!"
"Your mind and dick think alike more than they should."
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Jenna, being Jenna, somehow got through your defenses and convinced you to have yet another quick fuck in the shower. You hate not being able to resist to those big brown, simply down-right gorgeous, doe eyes of hers—they were unfortunately and simply irresistible in your gaze.
After drying off and struggling to walk out of the shower without clutching the walls as support for your weak and shaky legs, you both went to separate rooms to tidy up and organize luggage.
Not long after, you heard the familiar voice of your sweet and lovable girlfriend wife peeking through the door, bundled up in her sweats with a blanket draped around her shoulders. "Y/n?"
"Jenna!" A smile spread across your face as you rose from your angel-sitting position, arms open wide to invite her into a warm hug, in which she immediately crashed and melted into your arms, returning the hug with equal tightness if not more.
"Are you done?" Your hand gently ran through her hair as she buried her head in the crook of your neck, offering a subtle massage to her skull. "You look cozy as ever."
You felt Jenna sigh against your skin, her warm breath sending shivers down your spine. "No, I just missed you," she murmured softly.
You chuckled, "We were literally just one room apart."
Jenna scoffed as she looked up at you. It was almost unbelievable this was the same woman who was ruining you moments before. "Is it a crime to miss my terribly gorgeous and incredibly talented wife?"
"If you keep looking at me like that, it might be," you teased back, leaning down to plant a gentle kiss on her forehead. "You're too adorable, baby."
"I could say the same about you, pretty girl" Jenna pulled away from the hug after giving a playful wink, settling comfortably on the king-sized bed offered by the beach house. A pile of unfolded clothes dipped to her, which she began to fold and toss in your direction.
The perfect wife, you'd say so yourself.
"…Is that my hoodie?" She paused, hesitating for a moment before tossing you a a neatly folded piece of clothing. "I was wondering where it went."
"Oh," you glanced down at the clothes you were wearing, realizing you had been wearing Jenna's hoodie without even realizing it. In your defense, it was easy to forget she had her own wardrobe when you spent so much time together. She often wears clothes bigger than her size anyways. "Yeah, I guess so," you chuckled.
"I used up all of my clothes, so I figured you wouldn't mind if I borrowed some of yours," You gestured to the garment over your hands, finding it to be one of yours, used yet it still had that faint scent of perfume.
You'd think it was all in good fun, that you were going to leave this honeymoon alive until you caught Jenna's gaze. It was unusually intense, dark, as if she was playing Wednesday Addams. "I'll return it, Jenna. Don't worry." No, you won't. There is not even a single time in your life where you actually returned her clothes.
But you knew that look all too well—it was the same one she gives you when she's about to completely bend and fuck you that'll have you seeing stars in your vision until you're practically begging and screaming for her to stop.
"Y/n," she murmured, her voice laced with desire. It didn't take long before you noticed the unmistakable bulge forming inside her sweats. "Can you come here, baby?"
You didn't think twice before approaching her, not even taking a silent moment if you should tease her or not—you knew what that would get you.
As you approached her, Jenna's hands found their way to your hips, pulling you closer until you were standing kneeling between her thighs, the cushion dipping ever so slightly as both of your bodies were pressed together.
Her hands were soft, hot, even through the fabric of her own hoodie you could feel it as they made their way underneath her your clothes. It was painful, agonizing, the warmth heat that was pooling between your thighs when you felt the bulge in her sweats pressing against yours.
"Jenna," you breathed out, hot breath that traveled inside her skin, slight laughter in your voice, "Are you seriously-"
Without a word or hesitation, she reached up and cupped your face in her free hand, drawing you mere inches away from her lips until you met her own. She was needy, desperate, like she was deprived of you.
"I'll love it when you finally decide to return my clothes." she murmured between each kiss, "But you know what I'll love more?"
"Yeah?" You whispered, hands pressed against her chest, feeling her head tilt near neck, pressing tantalizing kisses along your skin as she reached your ear.
"When you're wearing nothing but my clothes, bending over and letting me fuck you raw."
A low moan threatened to escape your lips as she painted kisses along your neck like you were a canvas for her to ruin. "Fuck," you whimpered, feeling yourself getting wetter for her, "Jenna, I—"
You were far too intoxicated, gone, like she took immediate control what your body wants as soon as you caught her length erect and free from her sweats, pumping down on her cock as she looked up at you.
"Jenna," you whined as her fingers dangerously sliding into the waistband of your own sweats, "We have an early flight tomorrow."
Her breath, warm against your skin, "I'll set an alarm, baby, don't worry." She whispered as she slowly discarded your pants along with your undergarments, searching your eyes for a slight chance of discomfort or a chance you'll pull her away.
Of course you didn't. Jenna was persuasive with her words, and amazing with her cock inside of you. How could you ever decline her?
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You woke up at 3:30.
Atleast 30 minutes before Jenna's alarm.
The room was quiet, dark, peaceful—most especially when you have a pair of soft and loving arms wrapped around you like you were a teddy bear Jenna couldn't be bothered to throw out even when she got older.
Way too in contrast than the way she fucked you well into passing out.
It took long before you were out of her cuddly grasp, hearing her soft whines as you shuffled yourself out, only to realize your legs were far too exhausted to even walk to the bathroom.
Maybe she was too good.
You looked like a mess in front of the mirror. A hot one. Every patch of skin was replaced with faint marks and hickeys all over your body, your hair disheveled, and Jenna's hoodie you were wearing was horribly stained with lines and ropes of dried cum.
Fuck, she was driving you insane.
"Y/nnnnnn...!" She groaned out for you outside of the bathroom. You turned around with your toothbrush in hand, only to see she was standing in front of the door with her body bundled up tightly in blankets.
Oh, so now she can be cute and adorable?
You couldn't help but chuckle, a faint smile leaving your lips. Jenna looked equally as disheveled, but it was unfair on how absolutely gorgeous she still looked. Still, you couldn't believe you were even someone she loved.
"C'mere, Jenna." You exclaimed, putting on toothpaste as you look at her, "Don't bring the blanket."
She all but walked towards you, crashing into your body as she kissed caught your lips in yet another kiss.
You let out a soft chuckle against her lips, grabbing a hold of the edge counter while you stumbled back as Jenna moved her body right against yours, deepening the lock she had on your lips.
She always felt tender, gentle, right in all words. Maybe peace even. Her presence was familiar as her lips were. Like a second home to you.
"I'd like to continue my routine, baby," you smiled, breaking the kiss but you kept her close, your foreheads resting against eachother.
"Mm," she hummed, closing her eyes as she made her way to your neck, kissing all the way down, "And I'd like for us to go back in bed and—"
"Jenna." You interrupted her, a stern voice you had even if you so and desperately wanted her to ruin you yet again, you gently pushed her back and kissed her on the lips. "We have a flight, remember?"
She, being the lovely Jenna Ortega you knew and loved, didn't have the heart to pull away from you. Her lips turning into the sweetest pout. "But I—!"
Unfortunately for you, you became somewhat immune to her pouts. After 10 fucking years.
"If we get there in 7, I'll let you do anything to me."
The phrase 'anything' wasn't everything to Jenna. Unless it happened to be coming from you. That's the time where she gets interested and everything in her way gets blown off the face of the earth.
"Anything?"
"I'll let you fuck me on the plane."
Before you knew it, everything was packed and the beach house was so tidy, you'd think the both of you never went on a honeymoon. Plus, the both of you arrived at 6.
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It was a few weeks after the both of you had arrived at Jenna's apartment, or much rather your apartment too.
Till that day, you will never forget how good she fucked you on that plane. Bent over with your panties stuffed in your mouth and her cock ramming into your pussy while you watched yourself get fucked from behind in the mirror.
But one thing was for certain: Thom Browne was a gift from the fucking heavens. You might have to praise and worship him everyday for granting the world Jenna Marie Ortega in Thom Browne Clothing™
It was shameful for you to admit, but it took all your willpower and resistance to not pull her by that stupid tie she has on, pull down everything from her skirt to her boxers, let her slam your cunt down on her cock and let her completely ruin you from behind. Or maybe you'd ride her until you're fucked into oblivion.
It was a crisp morning of another day Jenna in your arms like always.
Nothing changed when the both of you got married, just the way she would always introduce you to her friends as her wife. Even if they already met you like a thousand times.
She was so proud of it, you'd think she wiped off girlfriend from her vocabulary entirely and replaced it with wife.
Jenna, her body pressed against yours as she buried her head on your nape, her breaths soft and tiny on your skin, it always never fails to make you sigh internally and thank everyone and everything in the world that you were even born.
But her grip was tighter than usual. Her kisses happened almost every second, even if you weren't there with her. Everytime you were in her vicinity, she always manages to ask you if something was off or wrong about your day.
Obviously, this wasn't completely out of the ordinary. Jenna was a sweet and overall caring lover to you, but it's almost everyday.
She wasn't acting weird, but you were.
You found yourself feeling more tired than usual, your body ached of pain, and certain smells made you nauseous out of nowhere. Of course, Jenna was the exception, her scent always manages to calm you down. But without it, you'll simply spiral.
At first, you brushed it off as stress or just a normal change in your routine after the honeymoon. It definitely wasn't your period, or so you thought, since often times they come and go irregularly.
You'd think it'll be alright, that it was just a cold.
Until you start feeling nauseous, bile coming out of your throat even if you hadn't eaten anything.
Shit.
Fuck, no, no.
Please, no.
"Y/n! Y/n, oh, God, are you okay?"
Everything was falling apart, you'd think to yourself.
That was until Jenna's voice brought you back alive.
"Y/n!" She yelled in front of the doorway, her eyes look worried. Concerned, maybe even a tinge of sadness from them.
She found you huddled on the floor, clutching your stomach as a pregnancy test thrown beside you out of a fit of shock meddled with anger.
Tears streamed down your cheeks, no matter how much force you exerted to push them back up. You don't want to cry, not in front of her. It breaks your heart. But how could you if she's looking at you like that?
"Y/n?" Jenna's voice broke through the haze, kneeling down while her hands softly pulled you into her embrace as she moved your hair out, tucking a strand of hair behind your ear, soothingly rubbing on your back as she waited for a few seconds to talk. "It's okay, Y/n. I'm here, I'm so sorry, it's okay, I'm here with you. You're safe."
"Y/n, talk to me, please." Her voice quivered, her bottom lip shaking as she cupped your cheeks. "You've been acting strange, please tell me what's wrong, love."
You felt Jenna's touch grounding you down, leading you to peace and something alike to home.
"Jenna. Jenna, I—I'm pregnant."
Your voice cracked, tears threatening to spill over as you struggled to find the right words. It wasn't the news you dread, but Jenna's reaction.
Would she kick you out? Would she reject you? Would she tell you that she's disgusted, embarrassed? She definitely would. You'd think to yourself.
You expect her to yell at you, leave you in a devastating state, that she'd divorce you and you were never even allowed to show your face to hers ever again. Fear and doubt crept into your mind more than it should've. Jenna loved you, more than anything else, more than herself. Would she love you now?
"....What?" Her hand fell from you, her mouth hung open. Was she devastated? Mad? Joyful? Angry? Happy?
"I—I'm so sorry, Jenna." You cried. You cried to her, you couldn't even show your face yet you cried—weeped to her. "I must've skipped a pill, or I—I just forgot to take one. I'm so sorry, I didn't mean—I didn't mean for this to happen, I—" Your explanation felt meaningless, the words tumbling out of your mouth in a desperate attempt to fill the void of silence Jenna gave you.
The bathroom felt colder, emptier.
But there was always light in the darkness you've pushed yourself in. You're lucky enough for your light to be someone you loved.
Jenna's arms were wrapped around you in a mere second, like she only now processed the information, pulling you into a tight hug. Her touch was warm, light, happiness, comfort, everything. Like you fell in love once again.
"We're pregnant…" She whispered into your ear, you can feel a smile forming in your lips. But that was hard to believe.
It was surreal, almost unbelievable when you first saw the results. You were worried about her reaction, but hearing Jenna say it filled you with nothing but happiness and excitement. You leaned back slightly to look into her eyes, seeing the joy you hoped to see reflected in her gaze, but much happier.
"Holy shit, you're pregnant!" She exclaimed, a wide smile—dimples and all—appeared from her face. She was joy in of itself, her smile brightening as the corners of her lips looked so satisfying to kiss.
"Wha...?" You opened your eyes, only to see one of the prettiest ones gazing at you as if you gave her life. "You're.... you're not mad?"
Jenna's smile only widened at your question. You'd think devotion couldn't get any higher, but Jenna always succeeds in tearing down your expectations and happens to build new ones.
"Mad? Why would I be mad, baby?" she said softly, "I mean, sure, it's a bit unexpected, but…" She paused, reaching out to gently brush a stray hair away from your face as well as a tear that escaped your eyes. "I couldn't be happier. I'm sorry if I gave you the impression I was going to be."
God, you loved this woman. Is second marriage possible?
"Oh, my God, this is the best day of my life! Well, apart from our wedding day, of course. Wait, am I gonna be a mom? Holy shit I'm gonna be a mother, you're gonna be a mother! Oh, I'm so going to introduce her—or him— to our favorite movies! Well, maybe not in their baby life, but later! Oh right, What should our childs name be? I was thinking of a mix of ours, maybe—"
You couldn't help but laugh through the tears, and how absurd it was how Jenna was already planning a future for your child with her on the bathroom floor. Her energy was infections and those people all over the internet saying that she's just like her character Wednesday, or she has no soul.
They're dead wrong. She's like peace that comes with conflict, she's every living poets dream.
"Jenna, slow down for a bit," you chuckled. "You're getting ahead of yourself."
But you couldn't deny that you were just as thrilled as she was. "You'll be amazing as a mother, I'm sure of it."
Jenna nodded, "I'll keep you and the little one safe. Dating me—let alone letting the whole world know we're married—it'll be a handful." She took your hand, kissed every individual knuckle there is, as if she was promising an oath she'd take to her afterlife.
"I love you, y/n. So much. Shit, I can't believe we're gonna have a child!"
You laughed. "Same here, baby. I love you too, Jenna."
Maybe you did enjoy this so-called honeymoon phase.
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J: hey, y/n, is it weird i wanna fuck another one into you?
Y: if you say it like that, it is.
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a/n: i loved writing this request but im not so exactly proud of how i worded it. idk, lmk what yall think! this was originally going to be 10k+ words because of the countless amounts of sex scenes i added, but i thought that was too much. + kinda amazing how i could switch from writing the fluffiest shit there is to straight up porn on paper. (partially dedicate for u babes xx @ajortga ill post more sub!r in the future)
#jenna ortega x reader#jenna ortega x you#jenna ortega x y/n#jenna ortega x female reader#jenna ortega#jenna marie ortega
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ani eating u out till u cry
burning desire
pairing: rots!anakin x fem!reader
warning(s): SMUT (DNI IF YOU’RE UNCOMFORTABLE WITH IT!), dom!anakin, sub!reader, oral sex (fem!receiving), praise, pet names, slight degradation?, mention of crying (dacryphilia ig?), fluff at the end.
word count: 609
a/n: i’m crying bc of how bad this turned out
You swore you were in heaven right now.
“Don’t stop, Ani… Feels so good,” you whine as his tongue swipes your wet folds, causing you to feel immense pleasure.
“Wasn’t planning on it sweetheart,” he mumbles due to being caught in between your soft thighs and your cunt. He had been pleasuring you for what seemed to be hours when in reality, it was only one hour. He had made you cum over and over again like it was nothing. How could his tongue and mouth make you such a mess for him? You didn’t know how, but he made you know it was possible. He was devouring your pussy as if he was a dying man who wanted to enjoy his last meal.
He was sucking harder around your warm pussy and you couldn’t help but moan at the sensation that filled your folds. Anakin’s tongue soon met your sensitive clit which made you pathetically clench around it. You could feel every ridge of his tongue and how he curled it inside you until your legs were practically shaking.
“My girl’s so fucking tight… just for me. Isn’t that right, baby?” he questions. You were so woozy from the way he satisfied your sopping cunt to the point where you couldn’t answer him.
“Isn’t that right?” he grits, now circling his skillful tongue deeper inside you until he could taste the wet flesh.
“Yes Ani!” you said, practically shaking around him until it caused you to grind against his face. Anakin let out a breathy grunt at your action because of how much he loved it. Every time you did so, he swore his soul was one step further from exiting his body.
“Now that’s better,” he says to you before diving back into your pussy with a carnal sort of desire. You were practically holding back sobs, but not because you didn’t enjoy it. It was because of the heat filling your entire body, especially your aching pussy. However, you didn’t expect to divert focus from these feelings until he hit that spot somewhere deep inside you. The spot that only he knew about. This caused you to dig your short nails into his defined shoulders, now sobbing at the mind-shattering and overstimulating feeling he had given you.
“Fuck Ani,” you whine.
“You’ve got it, baby. You’ve got it,” he says, trying to talk you through it.
“I- I’m going to cum,” you cry out, feeling the hot coil start to form inside your stomach until it reached your tongue-fucked cunt.
“Cum around me, baby… Gonna taste so delicious,” he coos.
With his permission, you finally came around his tongue for what seemed to be the millionth time tonight, but you didn’t care at all. He relishes the sight of your release splashing all over his mouth. Anakin pulls himself out of your spongey cunt before swallowing every last drop of your arousal.
“Mmm… I was right. You taste so fucking sweet, angel,” he says in a knowing tone with a cheshire grin on his face. He then looks at you to check in on you and can see how tired you were from tonight’s events. He moves closer to you on the bed before finally laying down beside you. His hand cups your soft face and brings it closer to him.
“I hope it wasn’t too much for you, love,” he says, letting you know he saw the pleasure-filled tears fall from your eyes.
“Are you kidding me? I fucking loved that,” you say with a chuckle, revealing the intentions behind the tears that now stained your face.
“Glad I wasn’t the only one,” he says with a shit-eating grin.
#anakin skywalker#anakin skywalker smut#anakin imagine#anakin smut#hayden christensen#star wars#star wars anakin#anakin x reader#star wars fanfiction#anakin star wars#star wars fandom#anakin skywalker x reader#anakin fluff#anakin x y/n
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And so the cosmic AU story continues, this time focusing on the characters
So like I said on previous post, Peppino and The Noise are one of the many cosmic duos of the cosmic realm and have the immense responsability of watching over several universes, of course thankfully watching over universes isn't a full time job and both have a part time job in the cosmic realm.
Peppino continues his job as a pizzamaker, this time being completly free of debt and only doing it out of passion.
Technically, cosmic entities don't fuel from food so eating is not nececary .But they don't care, they love Peppino's pizzas and Peppino loves making pizzas so everybody wins
As for The Noise, he remains being a TV host, exept due to now being a cosmic entity, his chanel is now only broadcasted in the cosmic realm, on top of not being able to broadcast outside the cosmic realm, he isn't allowed to diverge into any other type of media like movies, comic series etc, to make sure his image doesn't slip pass the cosmic realm. And so by being a TV host that exclusively broadcasts in the cosmic realm, The Noise is litteraly the only source of entertainment you could possibly find in the entire realm.
If you dare say outloud that you dislike his show, The Noise will make sure you'll have an "actual reason" for you to dislike his show, if you know what I mean
Got nothin much to say now... Hum... Oh ! Yeah ! I haven't quite developed on our cosmic duo nor how they are as a cosmic entity have I ? Well better late then never right x) ?
For starters, Peppino.
As a cosmic entity, Peppino is (surprisingly) quite peaceful and mostly stays in his pizzeria in the cosmic realm, only interacting with his clients and occasionaly with Gustavo.
When first turning into a cosmic entity, it screwed him up quite a lot, not only did he have to process his actual death, he also had to process being in a whole new body with immense powers and brand new responsibilities he never asked for. This gave him a whole existencial crisis making him loose most of his sanity and making him into an even bigger lunatic then usual, thankfully overtime he reached to other cosmic entities who then helped him overcome his dread, slowly getting better control over his stress and bipolarity allowing to partially regain a sense of control and stability (yeah I know it's a little edgy but hey the whole AU itself is far-fetched so who cares at this point). Now he enjoys just taking things slow and appreciate the little things, such as making pizzas for others, taking naps in some deserted pastures and stargazing on top of his roof. He still has a long way to go to fully regain his sanity and stability, but the cosmic court considers his state is good enough to be handled the fate of several universes.
During his shift as a cosmic duo. Peppino is quite efficient, miraculously despite his stress and instability he always gets the job done, he does make mistakes here and there such as not being able to keep a low-profile at all or purposly exposing himself to others which is something cosmic entities must avoid at all cost.
Now bring The Noise
As a cosmic entity, The Noise is a freaking menace, fully embracing his new title of cosmic entity to mess up with people around the multiverse, using his new powers to satisfy his urge of being the ultimate prankster, one might say he his the Loki of the cosmic realm. He mostly gets away with anything he does due to the cosmic court being a huge fan of his show (much to every other cosmic entities displeasure).
When first turning into a cosmic entity, The Noise was confused on why he respawn with such a different look. As soon as he learned he had the powers of a cosmic entity, The Noise started pranking people around the multiverse, he seaked the title of ultimate prankster and for that neaded notoriety, thus The Noise's Nebula Show was born ! As time went on his channel became less of a prank channel and more of an entertaining channel. The Noise started doing other stuff on the side out of curiosity which he found quite pleasant and directly incorporated those things in his channel,slowly becoming more diversed and interesting, using his maniac and cocky nature to become the most charismatic, lively (and only) TV host the cosmic realm has ever seen. Due to The Noise originating from the same universe as cosmic Peppino, they got paired up to become a cosmic duo, much to The Noise's displeasure, it was hard enough to bear the existance of that potato looking head when he was in the same room as him, and now he has to WORK WITH HIM ? He knew such pairing would ultimatly lead to disaster, but he did it anyway, after all he's not gonna say no to having the front sit at seing Peppino's misery and struggles.
During his shift as a cosmic duo. The Noise barely does anything, he usualy stays in the back while smoking a cigar and lets Peppino do the job, he's not going to do any kind of rescuing, that would deteriorate his status of ultimate prankster! In the rare cases where his presence is absolutly needed, he solve the problem in the most ridiculous or incovinente way possible, usualy rushing it, he doesn't really care about others safety, as long as he get's the job done that's all that matters to him.
And here it is y'all ! Truly sorry if my sentences makes no sense whatsoever, I did this post very late at night like an idiot and I'm running out of water and motivation x)
Like the last post if you have any kind of question don't hesitate to ask me I'll be glad to answer all of them.
Now I'll give u some art I didn't know where to put in the post, enjoy
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Just The Tip! ⧸ Sigma.𖥔 ݁ ˖
༞ Contains...! smut. implied established relationship, subspace, dom!reader, masturbation (m and f), mommy kink, teasing, begging, pussydrunk!sigma, desprate!sigma, use of cock cage
༞ AFAB Reader.
༞ 1,100 words.
kinktober masterlist!
“Please, please, please— I need to feel you, I need to touch you! I want to be inside you— j-just the tip! I promise!”
Sigma lost all composure hours ago. This all started when you came home early and caught him touching himself.
He stammered, trying to cover his most private parts from your view and giving you a sorry excuse of, “I couldn’t help myself!”
But you weren’t buying it. Sigma knew better than this. You rid yourself of your clothes, watching his eyes sparkle with excitement as you crawled up the bed. You sat in front of Sigma, admiring his face as you spread your thighs apart for him.
You saw him fight with himself for a brief moment; trying not to let his gaze wander down between your legs. But ultimately, Sigma caved. You were too tempting, and all he could think about today was worshipping you.
Moments before you walked in, Sigma was imagining you riding his cock until he was shooting blanks. In his fantasies, you were praising him— calling him your good boy, as you fucked him senseless.
So, of course, the moment you put yourself on full display for him like this… Sigma would surrender. You clicked your tongue as you watched him ogle your slick heat. Sigma began inching closer to you, bringing his head between your parted thighs, desperately yearning to taste you.
But you had other plans. Sigma was mere centimeters away from your glistening folds, getting a strong whiff of your arousal, causing his head to reel and his cock to twitch— before you pushed him back. Your hand pressed against his forehead, shoving him away from your inviting heat before whispering,
“Ah, ah, ah… bad boys don’t get to taste mommy. You know that by now. Right, sweetheart?”
You’ve been touching yourself for hours now. Letting orgasm after orgasm rip through you as Sigma pathetically watched. He was nearly sobbing at this point. His need to feel you was agonizing. You didn’t fail to notice how his cock throbbed with need, drooling an immense amount of precum.
You warned Sigma that if he came from watching you, he wouldn’t be able to touch you for a week. The poor man was fisting the bedsheets hard, trying with all his might not to cum as he scored his trembling bottom lip with his teeth.
A couple of tears slipped past his lash line as he begged, “Please, Mommy! Just the t-tip, I promise— nothing more! I want— no- I need it, I need you!”
Your pussy clenched around nothing from his lewd words. You would be lying if you said you weren’t craving him. Watching him get so desperate just from the sight of you pleasuring yourself was such a turn-on. Having Sigma beg for the tiniest bit of attention from you was your breaking point.
“Naughty boy, how shameful. Just the tip, you say? Okay… why don’t you prove to me that you can be satisfied with just that.”
You smirked, inching your hips closer to his. Sigma nearly stumbled off the bed from how fast he shot up. Slotting himself comfortably between your parted thighs. Exactly where he belonged.
“Y-Yes Mommy! Thank you, thank you, thank you— ah…!”
Sigma whined. More tears cascaded down his rosy cheeks as he grasped his needy cock. Wasting no time pushing the blunt head of his dick past the tight ring of your pussy.
His hands came up to your hips, clenching and unclenching around your waist as he tried his hardest not to cum on the spot. Your walls were so warm, wet, and inviting. You were squeezing the head of his dick just right. He was insatiable. He needed more.
“Well? Are you satisfied?” You quipped, smirking as you watched his eyebrows knit in concentration— watery eyes squeezing shut.
He could barely speak. Sigma was a blushing mess. Little whimpers and whines slipped past his parted lips as he tried to regain his composure. But being neglected by you for hours proved too much for him.
Just as you were about to repeat yourself, a moan was ripped from you. Before you could process— Sigma slammed his hips flush into your pelvis. Filling you to the brim with his needy cock. He barely waited a second before he began thrusting into you with reckless abandon.
“Sorry m-mommy— ‘m sorry, wasn’t enough… needed more— hah…!” You watched as Sigma’s eyes rolled back in pleasure. His jaw went slack. His tongue jutted out as he panted— fucking into you sloppily. Drool seeped down his chin as Sigma’s grip on your waist tightened.
“C-Cumming— cumming!” Sigma cried out, grinding his pelvis into yours. You could feel his balls twitching against the underside of your pussy as he emptied his heavy load inside you.
You clicked your tongue, glaring daggers at the man who was still buried to the hilt inside you. Once Sigma came down from his high, the realization of what he had done sunk in.
“A-Ah! I’m sorry, I’m so, so sorry! I didn’t mean to, Mommy—“ He frantically pulled out of your tight wet heat, whining as the cool air hit his wet cock, before he continued, “Didn’t mean it, I swear! Let me make it up to you— please, please, please!”
Without a word, you shoved his hands away from your hips. Standing from your shared bed and making your way toward the nightstand. Tears brimmed in the poor man’s eyes once more as you gave him the silent treatment.
He brought his hands to his face, covering his face in shame as he sobbed quietly. Only when he felt you pushing something cool and hard around his balls, did he pull his head up from his hands. Sigma watched in disbelief as you secured the metal ring around his balls, caging his now softening shaft next.
“N-No! Please… not again!” Sigma pleaded, eyes scanning over your blank expression as you pulled your key necklace closer to the cock cage, swiftly locking it before you sat upright.
“Seems like you didn’t learn your lesson. What a shame, and to think you could finally be a good boy for mommy…” You sighed, pushing Sigma flat against the bed.
Sigma pathetically pleaded for forgiveness as you crawled your way up his frame. Your thighs closed around his face as you glanced down at his tear-stained cheeks. A mix of his cum and your arousal slid down your inner thighs as you spat out, "Why don't you clean up your mess? Maybe then I'll consider letting you out of your cage."
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Melting (18+)
pic from pinterest!
Kinktober prompt: temperature play (day 8)
pairing: Joel Miller x f!reader
summary: Joel wants to try something new.
"You watched him slowly, seductively drag his tongue up your stomach, straight up the center of your soft flesh, in between your breasts, up past your collarbone, and to your neck, all the way to your favorite spot– right behind your ear. Butterflies fluttering within you at the intimacy of it all, your eyes flew shut and a deep sigh escaped your mouth."
wordcount: 2.3k+
warnings: no Y/N, no outbreak/no Sarah, pre-established relationship, Joel in his late 30s and older than reader, reader is shorter than Joel (he's like 6'2" in my head tbh), alcohol, lots of making out, teasing, kinda dom Joel, nipple play!!!!, temp play w an ice cube, praise kink, use of the word "daddy", oral sex (f receiving), sucking fingers, fingering
A/N: yes this is late, i'm sorry!!! i rlly didn't wanna skip it bc i love writing for joel so here u go <333 || follow @sageispunklibrary for notifs 🩷
You watched as Joel poured you a drink in the kitchen. An old-fashioned, on the rocks. Himself a whiskey, neat. He was so smooth with it, pouring and stirring until he was satisfied, handing you the glass with a sly grin on his face. Accepting the drink, you raise it with a quiet ‘thank you’ and the two of you cheers.
The drink was smooth sliding down your throat, warmth beginning to radiate throughout your chest. “Mmm, not bad, Miller.” You set the tumbler down, watching as Joel took a second big gulp of his own drink. The way the muscles along his neck moved as he swallowed had you swooning.
“Oh, yeah?”
You nodded, leaning your back against the island counter. “Yeah, wouldn't mind a drink from you every now n’then.” Now, it was your turn to smirk, your lips curving up as your eyes became siren-like, drawing Joel in closer. He took a couple steps toward you, his tall, broad form hovering over yours. A big, callused hand came up to your left cheek and you subconsciously leaned in toward his touch, eyes momentarily fluttering shut.
Joel watched as you relaxed in his hand, admiring the way you could just let go with him. His thumb brushed back and forth across your cheekbone and his heart warmed at the soft moan you let out.
You opened your eyes and felt butterflies at the way he was looking at you, his deep brown eyes full of affection and tenderness. “Joel…” A whisper of his name left your lips and only a second later, his mouth was on yours. You whimpered into the kiss, seeing stars behind your eyelids. His hand kept its place on the side of your face and the other found its way to your waist.
The two of you stood there for a few moments, kissing hungrily with your tongues fighting for dominance. You give in, like you always do, your body going slightly limp in his hold. Joel licks into your mouth one final time before bringing his attention to your bottom lip, sucking it at first and then biting gently. When he pulled away from your face, the two of you were panting, breathless and immensely riled up. Joel looked down at your face, your eyes low with desire and bottom lip a bit swollen–god, he loved making you like this.
He quickly picked you up, massive hands on either side of your waist, and sat you atop the counter. You spread your legs slightly, and he made his way in between, the both of you now at eye level. Joel was so quiet and intense leading up to sex, and it always made you so skittish, your eyes landing on anything but his own.
You needed him though, and you wanted him to know you needed him so your hands made their way up to his flannel, fidgeting with the buttons as he watched. Finally he spoke up.
“Y’need something, darlin’?”
You looked at him now, a surge of brattiness quickly bubbling up within you. He noticed, the way your eyes began to squint and the way your mouth fell slightly open to reply, “Jus’ messing with you, baby, c’mere.” You rolled your eyes and let him pull you into another kiss, this time with his hands undressing you. First, the thin straps of your dress came off down your shoulders, and then the top of it was sliding down to your midsection. Your back arched intuitively, craving the feeling of Joel’s skin on yours.
You immersed yourself in his kiss, hearing only the unclasping of your bra and the almost-silent thud of it hitting the floor, whilst your hands scrambled for something to grasp. Between his tousled hair and his damned annoying buttoned shirt and the top of his slim jeans, you couldn’t focus on anything.
Until his hands were on your breasts. It was already chilly in the house, so your nipples were solid and the way his thumbs were teasing the sensitive peaks wasn’t helping. You pulled away this time, your mouth wide open as you watched him play with you, the alcohol coursing through your system amplifying every touch on your body. “Joel, I-,” You couldn’t finish your sentence as he quickly dipped down to put his mouth over your right nipple, fingers twisting the other. “Oh, fuck…”
You placed your hand on the back of his head, watching in adoration as he sucked and licked on your breasts. He switched to the other and repeated his movements, all the while you could literally feel your panties getting soaked between your thighs. A low whine escaped your throat as Joel dragged his teeth on your nipple, similar to the way he did your bottom lip, and you watched him smirk, proud of the effects he had on your body.
You placed your hands on either side of his face, pulling him back up to your face to land a few soft kisses on his lips, before he stopped you with a hand gripping your chin. “I wanna try somethin’, nothing crazy, just a thing I heard about earlier, figured y’might like it.”
Squinting your eyes for a second, wondering what it was he wanted to do with you, you decided to just relax and let him experiment. “Okay,”
“You tell me if you want me to stop, okay?” You nodded and he gave you a look. Chuckling, you spoke–”I’ll tell you, Joel, I promise.” He nodded, accepting your words and stepping back. You watched him closely as he walked towards the fridge, smiling to yourself as you figured he probably wanted to try some sort of food play, chocolate syrup or whipped cream or something.
You took his short absence as an opportunity to shrug your dress off of your body, leaving you in only your plain black underwear, which you should’ve stripped off as well due to them being completely drenched. Hopping back onto the counter, you noticed Joel coming back over now, but there was nothing in his hands.
He had a look on his face, a cocky, knowing look, and you knew he had something up his sleeve. “What–” He quietly lowered himself back down to your breasts, looking up at you for a moment.
And then his mouth was on you again. It was different though.
“Aah! Joel– what…” You jumped at the sudden coldness against your nipple. He swirled his tongue around the mound, eyes closed in bliss but you could still see a smirk written across his face.
The fucker had a goddamn ice cube in his mouth.
He moved to your other nipple, causing goosebumps to rise across your body, the braille around the edges of your areolas rising up in response to the frigid temperature. All you could do was watch and gasp at each new part of skin exposed to the ice, in shock that you were actually enjoying this.
You’d heard of people using ice in the bedroom, but had assumed you wouldn't even want to, thinking it would simply be just too fucking cold to enjoy. Oh, how wrong you were.
You could tell the ice was melting away as he pulled off of your tit, but he wasn’t finished. Dipping even lower, Joel’s tongue found its way to your belly button, licking it softly, the cold sensation on your tummy making you jump and gasp again.
He made eye contact with you as he circled the button one final time, the last of the ice on the tip of his tongue. You watched him slowly, seductively drag his tongue up your stomach, straight up the center of your soft flesh, in between your breasts, up past your collarbone, and to your neck, all the way to your favorite spot– right behind your ear. Butterflies fluttering within you at the intimacy of it all, your eyes flew shut and a deep sigh escaped your mouth.
“Joel, that was …”
“Y’liked it?” He looked eager, proud of the way your body responded to him. You nodded, “Mhmm,” your eyes soft and gentle and needing. “I’m really–” You began to whine but he cut you off, lips centimeters away from your own.
“I know, baby.” He pulled your hips closer to him with one hand, the other gently leaning you back. You propped your elbow ups behind you so that you could watch as he took care of you.
He placed two fingers on your clothed heat, immediately smiling at how wet the fabric was. Your hips jumped and chased his touch, needing more than just some petting. “You’re already so soaked and needy for me, huh?”
With your bottom lip in between your teeth, you nodded, the promise of what was to come nearly overwhelming you with want.
“Tell me.” The view of him looking up at you was something so beautiful, his eyes were so soft yet demanding. Both of you knew he was the one in control (for the most part) and yet it still turned you on beyond measure how sweet he looked bent down below you, for you.
“I need you, Joel.”
He lifted your hips up just an inch, pulling your panties down your legs and onto the floor with the rest of your clothes. Joel spread your legs wider, eyes locked in on your pussy, beautiful and sopping wet all for him. You could see the hunger in his face, watching as you pulsed and clenched and dripped around nothing. “So fuckin’ pretty…tell me again.”
This time he looked at you as you spoke. “I need you, Joel, please.. I want you so bad.”
He dove in, using two fingers to spread your swollen lips as he licked a stripe up your cunt. “Ooooh, fuck, daddyyyy..” You moaned, your brain automatically overrun by the waves of pleasure rushing through your core.
Joel’s tongue swirled around your sensitive clit a few times before his lips enclosed on it, sucking in a gentle rhythm. You were at a loss for words, eyes rolling back in your head as your hands immediately went to his hair.
He continued his sucking and you slid your fingers through his scalp, causing his eyes to close in comfort. He began to lick again, catching all of the juices that were leaking out of you before returning to your clit. One of his hands came up to you, middle and ring fingers pointed out while the others were bent. You got the hint and leaned forward, taking his two fingers deep into your mouth, moaning and sucking on them slowly, making sure to get them nice and wet for him.
You released his fingers with a pop! and he brought them back down to your pussy. His ministrations on your clit didn't stop or slow down as he slid his fingers into your warmth. You felt so full as he knuckles reached the base of your cunt, Joel’s thick fingers unmoving in your tight muscles.
“Nnnngh,” You whined, as he kept his fingers still inside you, needing some movement, some friction. You bucked your hips up and Joel immediately took his other hand to your hip, holding you down. “Joellll, You dragged out the sound of his name, “...I need you, please, please move, I need it,”
You knew your words were affecting him, he always wants you to beg for it. It’s his way of asking for reassurance, he needs to know that you want him, that you need him, as much as he needs you. “Daddy, please…” You cried out, voice hushed and yearning.
It's always that name that gets him. He never understood it, he still doesn't, but when you call him that, a carnal, animalistic drive to take care of you, to protect you, to pleasure you and to make you his, takes over his mind.
He pulled his fingers out slowly, seconds before pushing them back in, hearing the gasps and mewls coming out of your mouth. He was hard as a rock, dick crying and throbbing in his jeans. He could probably cum now, right in his pants, just from the succulent taste of you, paired with the downright desperate sounds you were making for him. Because of him.
The movement of his fingers inside you quickened, fingertips tilting to reach that one spot that made you fall apart each and every time. “Fuck! Oh my god, Joel, oh my fucking….” You trailed off, feeling yourself nearing that beautiful peak, your entire body trembling and tightening up.
Joel’s thumb trailed loving circles on your hips while his tongue did the same on your clit. “I’m so fuckin’-- I’m close Joel, fuuuckkk..”
As soon as you were right on the edge of your orgasm, Joel wrapped his lips around your sweet, swollen button, sucking and sucking and sucking till you were falling apart all over his face and his fingers. “Yeaaah baby…there ya go…come on, cum for me darlin’....” The noises he pulled out of you were lewd and beautiful, and a look of pure ecstasy was written all over your face.
Your pussy pulsated on his fingers as you came and his movements began to slow down, not wanting to overstimulate you. Your juices coated his knuckles and soaked his facial hair, and all Joel could do was relish in it.
He sucked on your clit two final times before he pulled off, your hands guiding him off your quivering body. He stood up and you watched as he brought his glistening fingers to his mouth, sucking them in knuckles-deep, licking all of your release off with a soft groan. “You taste so fucking good, angel,”
You pulled him in again, your body weak and caving into his as your tongues danced once again. This time you could taste yourself in his mouth and you couldn't have felt more euphoric.
“I love you, Joel.”
“I love you too, sweetheart.”
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A show for him
Poe Dameron x Fem!reader
Quick summary: Poe comes back late at night, expecting you to be asleep only to find you changing clothes and he enjoys the show a little too much.
Dead dove do not eat - you'll get exactly what's in the tags!
Tags: nsfw, voyeurism(?), stalking(?), male masturbation, mature themes, Poe being a creep, dirty thoughts.
Poe never admits it but he likes having his eyes on you, he loves seeing your beautiful face whenever he gets the chance to. One night he came back late, already expecting you would be asleep soundly. He made his way towards his quarters, but just as he passed by your quarters from the backside he noticed a faint light coming from the dark taintet windows. Poe couldn't resist peeking through from the corner of the window, narrowing his eyes to atleast see something inside. Luckily for him you didn't turn the darkness of the windows to full and he could see just enough.
He saw you walking out of the refresher room, your hair damp and a towel wrapped around your body. Poe's breath hitched a little bit, he never saw you like this before...not outside his imaginations. Poe wasn't dumb, he knew exactly what you're about to do, and he would love to witness it.
He watched you sitting down on the bed and unwrap the towel. He felt his pants becoming tighter, while his hand was already snaking downwards to his crotch, rubbing himself through his pants.
You accidentally dropped your panties on the floor, so you bent down to retrieve it.
The sight almost made Poe cum inside his pants. He quickly unfastened his pants and got his already hard cock out, the tip was already leaking. He slowly started to stroke himself
"Damn, baby, are you doing this on purpose?" Poe whispered to himself as he watched you slowly stretching your left and your right leg to pull your panties on.
"I bet your pussy tastes amazing.." Poe closed his eyes, edging himself by tightening his fist around his shaft and going for slow, deliberate strokes, imagining going down on you, eating you out, making you squeeze his head with your thighs from the immense pleasure he's giving you while gripping his hair and arching your back as his tongue gave you orgasm after orgasm.
The thought drove him wild, he wanted nothing more than to storm into your room and fuck your brains out.
His pace increased, he had to support himself on the wall with his other arm while pumping his fist. His thoughts ran wild, he bites his lower lip and throws his head back, imagining how his cock would stretch you out, the gasps coming from your mouth and your muscles tightening around his girth.
"One day, baby, one- fuck, day, I'm going to fuck you. Fuck you so good you don't want any other cock but mine. I'll fuck you so dumb you won't get enough of my cock." His breath getting ragged, he watched you climbing into bed, facing the dark taintet windows as you laid down.
The sight of your eyes, those beautiful yet innocent eyes of yours looking at his direction, completely unaware of the mess going on just outside the window was enough to make him lose control.
Poe bit his lip in an attempt to stifle the groan coming out of him as he came hard, his cum spurted out onto the wall of your quarters. He panted and leaned his sweaty forehead on his arm, calming down after the orgasm. Once his cock was soft again and he calmed down, he put his cock back in his pants, quickly looking around to make sure he was alone. He took one last glance at you, seeing you now peacefully asleep. You had absolutely no idea what Poe was doing and that thought was kind of a turn on for Poe. Once Poe was satisfied, he turned and made his way towards his own quarters for some much needed rest himself.
"I'll be sure to check on you more often, sweetheart. I promise." Poe closed his eyes and drifted off into sleep, already looking forward to more moments like the one he had tonight.
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Claim me
Halsin x plus size GNC reader · rating: +18 · words: 652
content warnings: Breeding kink (no mentions of pregnancy), creampie, size difference, PIV Sex, dirty talk, hair pulling, unprotected sex (don’t do this IRL!)
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Here here and here is some spicy fanart that inspired me!
The first time you laid with Halsin a few weeks ago was romantic, gentle and you’d remember that night forever. Him whispering sweet adorations into your ear, softly nibbling at your lips and slowly stroking over your body with his large hands.
This wasn’t going to be anything like it.
“If it gets too much, you know the word and I’ll stop immediately”, he reminded you in a loving tone. You had talked about this in detail beforehand.
You sent a silent prayer to the oak father that you won’t be needing your safeword. Halsin had prepared you generously with his broad fingers and plenty of lubricant. You were ready.
“I know…” you cupped his face. Your hand looked tiny as you caressed his cheek with your thumb. You gazed deeply into his eyes. “Fuck me, please, Halsin. Don’t hold back.”
Halsin positioned himself at your entrance and pushed slowly inside. You moaned with pleasure as he fed you inch for inch of his glorious cock. Once he was fully inside you and had given you a moment to adjust to his girth, his face changed.
He loomed over you, an almost feral expression on his face, his large shape shadowing over you, ready to pounce.
Halsin grabbed your plump waist, your love handles, and started slamming into you mercilessly, his massive cock hitting your g-spot in an unyielding manner, making you see stars.
Heavens, he was big.
And you loved it.
You whined needily, grasping desperately at his broad forearms, urging him to go harder, faster.
“You want me to claim you? Make you mine?” Halsin’s voice was low and rumbling, his hunger for you coming from deep inside him.
Your answer got lost in a choked noise as he thrust deeper into you.
Suddenly Halsin slipped out, leaving you empty, but before you could complain about it, he had already turned you over onto your knees. He grabbed your hips with one hand and held you down with the other on your neck and slammed back into you with reckless abandon.
The sounds of his rough grunts, your high-pitched whines, and his balls slapping against your skin filled the room.
“You want me to fill you up… You want my seed?” He grunted above you, his words going directly to your pussy and you clenched around him.
“Please… claim me.. fill me up!” you cried out desperately. You were so close.
And with that, he took a fist full of your hair and pulled while fucking into you hard and fast. Your orgasm hit you with such brutal force, it pushed the air right out of your lungs, and the wrecked noise you were about to make got stuck in your throat. He fucked you through your orgasm, his movements getting more and more erratic and with a few short but hard thrusts he spilled inside you.
Halsin groaned loudly, pushed inside once, twice, three more times as he filled you up with his seed. There was so much of it, it oozed out of you, making a mess on the sheets.
After a few minutes, he carefully slipped out and turned you back around gently.
“Are you alright, my little flower?” he whispered, kissing your forehead.
“I am… amazing, Halsin, my love,” you uttered, still a little out of it, floating with pleasure and love for him. You gave him a little kiss, before he got up to fetch something to clean you both up with.
Then you got comfortable under the sheets, Halsin spooning you from behind, wrapping his big arms around you. You felt safe and loved. And very sleepy, but immensely satisfied.
“My heart, I love you so much” Halsin murmured into the crook of your neck as the both of you drifted off to sleep.
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☆ WITH A BRAT LIKE YOU ☆
These men know you too well. Well enough to know exactly what to do with your behavior. Exactly how to put you in your place. They know exactly what to do with a brat like you.
Toji x reader, Gojo x reader, Geto x reader , Nanami x reader. Throat fucking. Overstimulation. Spanking. Edging. Etc etc
☆Toji is the typa guy to have you on your knees drooling on his cock if you ever tick him off in any way , since you want to run your mouth, he’ll fill it for ya. And oh boy are you full. Your jaw achingly numb, stretching to fit his length. Tears running down your face as you struggle to breath through your nose. Pathetic whimpers sending waves of pleasure down his dick. Gosh he loves it when you cry, Nails digging into his thighs as a silent plea for him to let up. Begging him to not fuck your throat so deep, feeling his fat tip lodged down your esophagus. But of course he doesn’t ! Why would he ?This is what you get!
“Pretty mouths spouting nonsense all the time , I’m putting it to good use “
☆ If there’s one thing you don’t do with Gojo, it's to insult his status. You’ll be a blubbering mess under him in no time. You can act like it’s not what you want all you want , but he’s drilling his cock into you till you can only think of him. Till all you can do is whimper his name and strained sorrys. Doesn’t believe in edging , he’s ripping orgasm after orgasm out of you. Gotta make you feel more pleasure than anyone could ever give you. You need to know who your honored one is. Who’s the strongest here? It’s definitely not you the way your fucked out below him , legs shaking and arms giving out. Chanting his name like a prayer.
“ You seem to have forgotten your fucking place.. lemme remind you “
☆ Nanami is a kind man , it takes a lot to push him off the edge. If you manage to .. CONGRATS!! YOUR THE BRATTIEST BITCH ON EARTH! As a reward you're getting bent over his lap while his large hands make your ass crimson. Yelping as he doesn’t have a pattern , you can’t brace yourself for what will come next. The cool metal of his watch being the only thing soothing you for the time being. And just to tease you and remind you of what you could have if you weren’t such a bitch , he runs his fingers along your clit to your hole. Making you squirm , wishing his fingers were just inside of you.. but little brats don’t get that luxury.
“ if you were just good I might have fucked this pretty pussy”
☆ Geto is cruel , though his smile may be gentler than the others. He’s just as bad if not worse than the others. Unlike Gojo , he doesn’t believe in letting you feel the immense pleasure of overstimulation. You don’t fucking deserve that. What you do deserve is to be denied what you want until he’s satisfied , till you're crying and begging him for a release. Till you're practicing sobbing like your dog died. Till the only thing you're thinking about is how to suck up to him enough to let you cum. However , this is a cruel man we’re talking about, he’ll give you a soft smile , coaxing you into thinking it’s finally time for your release only to pull his fingers out of you.
“That’s it baby~ you gonna cum for me ?… oops looks like my fingers slipped “
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Gortash fall in love with the most kind, caring, silly and bold Tav. A Tav he thinks is easy to manipulate, but ultimately, she manipulates him - in a certain way. An artificer Tav to add some more spice (?)
I love Gortash at the moment, so with pleasure!
Masterlist
A loud boom shakes the manor, unsettling the dust in the rafters, telling everyone exactly what happened without the need to investigate. Everyone already knows that their lord, Enter Gortash, will already be on his way to the source of the explosion before the dust even settles again.
You're still fanning the smoke away with your hand, coughing loudly as you try to blink away the tears welling up in your eyes from the smoke. "What in the hells have you done this time?"
You turn your head towards your laboratory door that has blown open from the blast, and you can faintly make out the figure od your lover, Gortash.
"Dabbling in black powder. I may have used a bit much this time," you mention, immediately turning to your notebook on the table to scribble something down, still muttering to yourself. "Perhaps half of the quantity next time. Or a quarter?"
"If you continue like this, you'll bring down the manor before the year is up," Gortash says, tentatively stepping into the room but still carrying himself with immense confidence. "I didn't allow you to stay here just to destroy my home with your...experiments, did I?"
But it's as if you don't hear his words. You're still mumbling to yourself, noting down things on parchment pieces in a chaotic way that Gortash can't understand how you know where anything is.
He calls your name, but you only hum a response, still now paying attention to him. He has to speak your language, so to say, if he wants your attention. "What exactly is it that you are working on?"
The question makes your whip around with a bright smile on your face, glee in your eyes as you beacon him closer. "It's a firearm," you say, turning your gaze to the mangled piece of metalwork on the table. "I've read about them. They're like a ship's cannon, but smaller so you can hold it in your hand. Like a crossbow or shortbow, but less big and without the clanky ammunition that gets stuck on everything. It'll be more convenient and deadly if I get it right. But I'm working on infusing them with some magical elements, too. Like a 'fire' firearm that shoots fire pellets, or an 'ice' firearm-"
"You're rambling, darling," he cuts you off, smirking at your when you bite your lip in embarrassment. "I thought our arrangement was that you work on the weapons we already have, improving my military defense. Not trying to invent some new nonsense."
"But I've done all that and more. It's hard to improve on something that's already great," you say, pouting at him as you fold your arms across your chest. "I'm bored with swords and arrows. Don't you want to be known for something new? Something that no one else has?"
Gortash sighs, dropping his head between his shoulders as he shakes it in defeat. He thought that he had you under his thumb, but every day, he feels that it is the other way around. And yet, he will still give you all that you ask.
You ask him to give you the entrie city for your experiments and he would.
"Very well. But you know I expect nothing but excellence for this," he says, waving his hand at whatever it is that lays on the table in a mangled mess.
You giggle in glee, leaning up to press a kiss to his cheek as a thank you. "I know. And you know that I never let anything leave this room until I am completely satisfied with it."
He hums as you step away from him, picking up the contraption to inspect the damage as you right a chair that has been blown over. "Oh, I need more black powder."
"More? Do you have any idea how tedious it is to find? Not to mention how much it costs."
Your eyes meet his, hoping that he will do what you ask without you having to beg for it. But he doesn't budge.
Sighing, you slowly stand up with your head hanging low and your gaze on the floor. "Fine. I guess I'll just have to find someone else who will want to help me if you do not care about me. Clearly, you do not wish to see me thrive in my craft."
You make as if to start packing up your things, making sure not to make eye contact with Gortash. As you try to walk past him, he wraps an arm around your waist, swiping you closer to pin him to his body.
"You will do no such thing, little Artificer," he growls, staring down into your eyes, making sure that you do not look away. "You will leave of I say leave and if I say you will stay, then you will stay. Do you understand?"
"Oh, big, mean Gortash, giving orders to someone that could blow him up with a simple stumble," you say, smiling up at him as you playfully wrap your arms around his neck. "What exactly would you do to me should I defy your orders?"
"Terrible things."
His quick response tells you that he doesn't have a clue what exactly he would do if you went against his orders. It makes you smile and slowly pull out of his hold around you.
"Then, I should get back to work. And you should leave. I do not wish for you to get hurt in my workshop," you say, giving him a light shove towards your door as an instruction to leave.
"Will you be dining with me tonight?"
"If you leave now, then I shall, my love."
Gortash finds himself beaming at the pet name you have used for him and your acceptance for eating with him tonight again. He smiles to himself, not caring that he might be falling in love with you. For with you by his side, you two could be the most powerful couple in the land.
#bg3#bg3 fanfiction#bg3 gortash#enver gortash#enver gortash x reader#baldur's gate 3#request#reqs open
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𝐃𝐀𝐘 𝟏𝟖 — 𝐀𝐅𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐂𝐀𝐑𝐄
✦ kinktober day 18 — aftercare feat. itto : thoma : kazuha : diluc x fem! reader | kinktober masterlist.
✦ warnings: fluffy : the boys love you : i haven‘t written fluff in 400 years
✦ 𝐈𝐓𝐓𝐎
you were squirming against itto's hold, his thrusts were pulling the air out of your lungs as he grinded himself deeper into your sobbing cunt, a faint layer of sweat glistering on his forehead. The room was turning hotter within minutes, sinful sounds were rolling off the walls in ecstasy as you pulled itto down to kiss him, deepening it.
it was when he finally brought the both of you to your very much deserved climax, coating your walls with thick ribbons of white as he emptied himself out, his warm cum glossing over your walls. The ache in your legs was more than satisfied yet your body was tensing up from your intense climax, your body in dire need of some relaxation as you laid back to feel the disheveled bedsheets engulf you.
you were more than thankful to itto in that moment, he was quick to get up, mattress shifting from his weight as he came back with a towel. You reached your hands over to take it yet he insisted in cleaning you up himself, his smile big around his lips. He started with your chest, carefully dabbing the sweat off your body, tracing all the way down to your thighs which were still shuddering. You were cute, he figured, he was even embarrassed that it was him and him alone that was able to leave such an impression on your body. Once cleaning you up he lazily threw the towel on the floor, slipping under the blanket next to you, his arms tightly wrapped around your body.
✦ 𝐓𝐇𝐎𝐌𝐀
thoma's eyes were still glazed over with lust even after spilling his warm cum deep inside your cunt, your arms were around his neck with an immense desire to get him closer to you, whining. He's of course, obliging, cupping your face with one of his hands before placing his warm lips on top of yours. He was still inside of you yet not moving a muscle, his seed pooling out of your hole as you gushed around his girth.
"what a mess we made." his lips were carved up into a smile, hissing as he slowly pulled his semi hardened cock out of your cunt, his eyes still viewing the quote on quote, mess the both of you made. It really doesn't take thoma a lot to get up from the bed, to clean everything up, even if you were to tell him to just snuggle close to you for a while, he will simply decline, saying that you would have plenty of time to cuddle once everything was fresh and new. He's helping you get up, asking if you're hurt and assuring himself that he wasn't going too far.
you're, of course, telling him that he was amazing and attentive as always, as you went to the bathroom to clean yourself up while thoma changed the sheets. He'll make sure to get rid of anything filthy while also getting a glass of water for the both of you, eagerly awaiting your return. And once you're back, he's going to reach over to you with grabby hands, pouting, pulling you closer to his chest to take in your sweet scent before cuddling you close, sliding his hands to your face to rub his thumbs over your cheeks while also repeating sweet loving chants of reassurance to you.
✦ 𝐊𝐀𝐙𝐔𝐇𝐀
whenever the both of you would be intimate with each other, kazuha always made sure to take his time, be passionate and attentive, putting your pleasure first. His stamina was quite impressive so by the end of it, you were more than spent, drowsy. Kazuha's loving gaze came back to your face, pacing from your eyes to your lips before giving you a loving peck.
"are you alright?" his smile was big and warm, cradling your body into his before you propped your chin on his chest, staying like this for a while. "yes, i am." if you were in need of something, kazuha would go out of his way to give it to you, yet for a moment the both of you don't want to get up to clean yourself whatsoever. There was something exceedingly intimate about just being in the moment, taking in everything around you, feeling the tired muscles on each other as he closed his eyes to relish in his afterglow. You propped yourself up to look at him, pressing a hand on his cheek to stroke your thumb over his damp flesh. He noticed your breathing was getting regular again, a clear difference from the uneven panting prior as you went in to kiss him again, this time gentle, tender, both drifting away in a slumber soon after.
✦ 𝐃𝐈𝐋𝐔𝐂
diluc rolled off you to compose himself after emptying himself in your cunt to the brim, his breath erratic, uneven, coming in fast spurts. His body was glistering in sweat, hair strands sticking on his damp forehead as he propped himself up to get up from the bed. For him, it's all about pampering you afterwards, doesn't matter when or where, he wouldn't forgive himself if he'd ever neglect your wellbeing.
"diluc." his name came out of your mouth silently, your body still bathing in afterglow as you watched him through half lidded eyes. "i'll be right back, love." he's turning around, a bright smile playing at the corners of his mouth as he watched you lay comfortably in his bed. You sighed out, knowing there was no compromise to be made, accepting your little alone time before he came back with a glass of water and a towel which he threw over his shoulder. You reached over your hand to him so you could get the towel, lazily tapping all the sweat and perspiration off your body as you threw it on the floor. After you noticed that diluc, indeed, wanted to get yet another thing instead of finally cuddling himself close, you were quick to take his wrist in your hand, pulling him back to bed. He's startled for a second, confused even, before you proceeded to cradle him in your warmth, "please lets just stay like this, okay?" you're muttering against his ear, before pulling him close. He nodded in response, draping the blanket over your naked bodies before hugging you close, hiding his face in the crook of your neck, "anything for you."
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Oh, to be able to fuck incubus Jade silly after everything he's put you through ❤️
Maybe you weren't that immune to his charms after all, but since he's been so very hungry as he claimed, he should have no problem with this of course! He should thank you for the tasty meal.
Let's hope Floyd doesn't know about this because he's never gonna live it down. (He'll either need to fuck your brains out in revenge or he'll just be sulking in a corner for a week straight)
-🦈
Pulling him back onto your strap/dick by the tail if he tries to crawl away because he was not expecting you'd hate-fuck him this hard and rough!!! >:) but then this is exactly where he wants to be. He's so immensely pleased with himself even when you're making an absolute mess out of him. Truly the soggiest, most pathetic incubus of all time, but he's only like this with you. <3 anyone else is subjected to the fearsome, demonic terror that he is. But for you? For you, he's something of a bashful maiden in love hehe.
It takes a lot to catch Jade off guard, and he plays these silly games to win, determined that with enough prodding you'll eventually give him. But you manage to take him by surprise when you finally decide to give him what he's been lusting after and hungering for all these months. It likely happens on the one day Floyd has to report back to his superiors in heaven, and normally he could care less about following procedure and whatnot. But if he doesn't at least put in the bare minimum of effort they might assign him elsewhere and he'll never see his shrimpy again! D: he can't have that.
Jade's notorious for never being satisfied after feasting no matter how much he has sex, so this is the one time he genuinely feels full. You are a very special human indeed; he's very obsessed and very well-fed after your little tryst. He probably returns to the underworld to brag about his success to Azul LOL.
And Floyd!!!! Aaaaa poor Floyd. >_< maybe he gets his revenge by fondling you while you're sleeping or when you're making breakfast. You slept with a devil, so now sleep with an angel and let him purify you. He's your guardian angel and you're his human shrimpy, after all. It's his job to look after you, so just let him do his thing and you'll feel good. <3
#twisted chit chat#n/sfw#🦈 anon#jade talks of nothing else for days and azul is so sick of it T_T#just what sort of magic does this human have to leave jade so stupidly enthralled?#he must investigate this matter for himself >:( but then... oh no what if he gets attached ooooo floyd you might have to work overtime </3
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idea for kappa bc you said that theres not enough for him in your inbox!! :3
kappa really hates when you touch yourself because he thinks that hes the only one that can make you feel good, but because he hasnt fucked you in a little too long so you deal with it yourself yk 🤭 and then he catches you and has you suck his cock and doesn't let you cum cuz you were touching yourself ehehehe
oo, and maybe some hair pulling and face fucking hehehe
sincerely, artie ☆
thank you!! this is such a good idea
"tell me you own me." | kappa
off to the races. - lana del rey
✮⋆˙ [tags] @faesucksass @lustkillers @mayathepsychic1999 @josibunn @si1nful-symph0ny @livingdead-materialgirl
reader x kappa
word count: 1121
contents: caught masturbation, slight degrading, slight praise, blowjob, hair pulling, face fucking
no matter how good it felt, you just couldn’t shake the sickening feeling of dread that was spreading in your gut. kappa was controlling and overprotective, but you loved him dearly. and you knew the grave consequence that would come if he knew what you were doing.
still, you continued your fast, steady motions as quick breaths escaped from your lips. your body began to shake as your mind got so fuzzy from the immense amount of pleasure you were feeling. it had been painfully long since you had been touched like this. you would have preferred if it was him instead, but desperate times called for desperate measures.
you felt yourself crawling ever so close to a satisfying orgasm, already feeling traces of cum covering your fingers. you covered your mouth as the moans that slipped out grew to an alarming volume. getting caught now would land you in boiling hot water, but you were just so close.
you bucked your hips into your touch, tears brimming your eyes as your brain was becoming completely fucked out. your fingers were lubricated with your own liquid as you quickened your pace just a little more, desperately trying to reach a perfect orgasm. as you felt every muscle in your body responding to the sensations, your eyes slammed shut, bracing yourself for the wave of pleasure that was about to hit.
you could hear the cum leaking out of you but right at that moment, a firm hand grabbed your wrist with great force, and you knew that you were in for it. your eyes sprung open, only to be met by a set of icy cold blue ones just an inch away from yours. you felt every ounce of pleasure shrivel up inside of you as his angry glare burned into your soul.
you wanted to gasp, but your lungs folded in on themselves. you brace yourself for whatever punishment he has prepared for you. when you hear him chuckle darkly, you know that it was going to be a long night. as he spoke, a shiver travelled through your spine. “just couldn’t wait up for me, hm? little whore just wanted to feel good so badly…” he ran a finger over your slit, making you twitch as he drew up some cum.
he rubbed your liquid between two fingers, looking at the mess you had made of yourself. “you’re in for it tonight, sugar. you’ll be lucky if i haven't completely ruined you by the end of the night.” his voice comes off as smooth and silky like honey, but the threat makes your blood run cold.
you opened your mouth to say something, but he swiftly flipped you around, making you sit up as he rested back on the headboard. his eyes held a cold glare on you. you glanced down for a moment, noticing that he was fighting a massive bulge that was just begging to be touched. as much as he hated to admit it, seeing you all vulnerable like this just wanted to make him fuck your brains out until you forgot how to speak. and he always got what he wanted.
he sits himself up straight, pushing your head down a little so you're face-to-face with his bulge. “i think you’ve gotten enough pleasure for one night. it just breaks my heart to see you touching yourself when you know that i do it so much better…” as he allures your little mind with his words, he starts undoing his pants, letting his rock-solid cock spring out and tap your nose.
you gasped, seeing how angry and red the tip was. a few veins on the side were already pulsating. you just looked at the sight in front of you, mouth gaping open slightly. he instantly got impatient with you. “you touch yourself but can’t even pleasure me, huh?” and with that, he pushed your head down, making you take the whole thing at once.
you instantly gagged as tears filled your eyes. you felt your throat clench around his length as the tip touched the very back of it. “o-oh, fuck..!” a deep groan emerged from the depths of his soul. his hands found the back of your head as he pushed you down and pulled you back up again at a medium pace.
he gets louder as you start getting into it, swirling your tongue and pressing his cock to the roof of your mouth as you tried to get different reactions out of him. he bit his lip as he threw his head back into the headboard. you pressed your tongue onto the underside of his length, making him shiver.
his deep moans of pleasure filled the room along with the sounds of your gagging and gurgling. in an attempt to gain even more satisfaction, he started bucking his hips into your sore little throat. spit bubbled from the corners of your mouth as large tears started streaming down your face. he was in a state of complete and utter bliss, only being able to mutter a few words every now and then.
“yeah… take it, bitch.” his raspy voice came out in short, quick breaths as he pulled your hair at his own rhythm. you were making such a mess, spit drooling down your chin and neck, soaking his balls. he movements began to lack their composure as he groaned your name in sweet praises.
you made direct eye contact with him, your teary eyes and spit-covered face making his tip drip with precum. the taste hit you unexpectedly, making you gag once again. he could only manage to get a few words out. “g-gonna cum… swallow it for me. swallow it all like a good little whore.” before you had time to prepare yourself, a loud groan escaped his lips as he grabbed your head, pushing you all the way down.
a mix of cum and spit poured out of the sides of your mouth. he lazily thrusted into your throat a few more times before pulling you off, finally allowing you to catch your breath. remembering his instruction, you swallowed every last drop of his cum as he gently stroked your cheek. he was still catching his breath and regaining his composure before tucking his softening cock back into his pants.
you wiped some of the spit from your lips, feeling your heart palpitate in your chest. he pulled your face up to his, the cold glare from before returning. “now, i trust that i won’t catch you disobeying me ever again.” you simply nodded as he laid down and allowed you to rest your head on his chest. you lied, but that was all part of the fun.
auhtor's note: thank you for the kappa request!! i loved this one a lot. smth about facefucking has my heart idkk 🤭
#rory culkin#rory culkin smut#kappa black mirror#kappa smut#black mirror#smut#x reader#fiction#blowjov#444rockstargf#lana del rey
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