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sincerelyakilljoy · 2 months

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YOU WANT IT WHERE?

pairing - boothill x fem!reader length - 1.6k words warnings - nsfw/18+ content, gun play (fucks you with his gun..), slight dacryphilia, choking, biting, slight degradation, pet names (darling, angel, pretty girl, doll..), mirror sex (brought up briefly), semi public sex (in a bar bathroom)

summary - boothill uses his revolver in ways you couldnt even imagine.

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sorry if some stuff sounds fucking dumb or something, its decently proofread...but once again thank you for reading! (Formatting mayyyy be weird because I uploaded it off my phone, I’ll fix it once I’m home!)

“C’mon doll, use them words f’me.” The cowboy tuts, gray eyes glinting in the light as he stares down at you, toothy grin revealing his sharp teeth.

He has your hands pressed against the bathroom wall of a random bar, hands stretched out in front of you as you spread your legs for him, dress and panties pooled around your ankles. You gasp as you feel the cold steel of his revolver dragging up your inner thigh, teasingly close to where you want it.

“Please…j…just…put it…” You can barely get the words out, sputtering needily as he teases you.

You don’t even know how long it’s been since he first dragged you into the bathroom, feeling like he’s been teasing you forever now, body littered with bite marks and hickies from earlier. Thighs feeling weak and wobbly as you stay standing, shaking and twitching as you let shaky whines slip from your lips.

“P-please, what? Spit it out, girl...” He mocks you, wolfish grin plastered on his face as he looks down at you. “Where you wan’ it? Right here, sweetheart?” He smirks, pressing the muzzle of the gun against your aching clit, rubbing the freezing metal against it in a harsh circular motion while he leans in, running his tongue from your jawline to the skin of your neck before roughly nipping at your pulse point.

You let out a pretty sob at the feeling, hips bucking back towards him as you slump forward, arms folding against the wall as you press your forehead against them. You try to position yourself so that all your weight isn't completely settled on your legs.

He steps back slightly, boots clicking against the concrete floor, shaking his head as you shift your position. “Uh, uh, arms straight out, angel.” He tuts, one of his metal hands moving to put your arms back to the previous position from before while keeping his revolver pressed to your throbbing clit. “Stay still, girl.”

You whine as he puts you back in place, arms outstretched in front of you once again. He slides a hand up your spine, humming with a smirk as he watches you shiver from the cold metal grazing your skin. He hums to himself as he presses his hand to the middle of your back, pushing you down to put you in a more arched position.

Boothill starts to drag the barrel of his gun between your wet folds, grinning as he sees the metal shine in the light from your slick. “Y’er so wet… Such a filthy little thing, aren’t ya’?”

He starts to slide the barrel back and forth between your drenched folds, muzzle nudging and bumping against your clit as you whine, thighs twitching and shaking from the dizzying feeling. Your hands balled into fists against the wall as your hips buck against the cold weapon in a stuttering rhythm.

Boothill stares down at you with a lazy smile, admiring the way you’re so needy, getting all hot and bothered just from his revolver pressing against your pussy. The way you’re moaning and whining sounding like music to his ears.

Absolutely filthy.

He leans in, his metal chest pressing against your back, settling his weight on you. He presses a wet kiss to your shoulder before biting down, his sharp teeth pressing into your skin, making you let out a loud yelp at the feeling.

He smirks at your yelp before lolling out his tongue to lave over the stinging bite mark, lapping up the small droplets of blood that bubbles from the wound. He continues to thrust the barrel of his revolver against your slick folds, your hips needily moving in tandem with the gun as lewd moans and gasps fall from your pretty lips.

Boothill slides the revolver along your folds one last time before pulling it away, looking at how your sticky juices drip down the barrel with a grin, a thin line of slick connecting your pussy to the gun's muzzle. “Such a needy girl, you want some more? Yeah?” Toothy grin evident in his voice as he sneers into your ear, nipping at your earlobe.

You gasp and nod your head needily, whining as he pulls the gun away from you soaking folds, leaving you keening for more. “Mhm… Need so’more…” You babble, gazing at him from one your shoulder once again, eyes silently begging him.

Boothill grew smug as he heard your whining and begging, his hand sliding from your hip to your throat, gripping it tightly as he roughly yanks you back towards him, making you gasp and stand up straight with your back pressed against his cold, steel chest.

He tightens his grip around your throat, squeezing with just enough force to have you gasping. He turns the both of you around so you’re looking into the bathroom mirror, seeing your flushed face and sticky thighs.

You look away in embarrassment, squeezing your eyes shut as you breathe shakily, head tilted back against his shoulder as his hand stays on your throat.

“C’mon, Angel. Take a look at yer’self...” Boothill grins, hand coming up to roughly grab your jaw, forcing your head in the direction of the mirror. “Open those eyes, girl. Don’t make me ask again.”

You look at yourself in the mirror, bite marks decorating your skin. The faint bruises from where his hands gripped your hips a little too tight, body looking disheveled like you’ve been through hell and back.

He slides his hand back to your throat, gripping it just as tightly as before while his other hand starts to drag his revolver up your stomach to your chest, harshly pressing the muzzle against the swell of your breast, making you let out a shuddering moan.

“Look at y’er face…lookin’ all pretty just f’me…” Boothill murmurs into your ear, running his wet tongue along the shell of your ear. Dragging the barrel of the gun over your breasts, freezing metal running over your sensitive nipples, making you gasp and squirm against him.

A pretty whine falls from your lips as you feel his tongue against your ear. Your eyes fall into a squint, looking at yourself in the mirror with bleary eyes, feeling yourself grow wetter. Your back arching hard against his steel body. His gun presses against your sternum as he drags the revolver down your stomach, back down to your needy pussy. Pressing the muzzle against your slick folds.

“Just look at how soaked you are… Just from me rubbing my gun against that pretty little cunt of yours.” He whispers into your ear, rubbing the revolver against your clit before sliding it to press it right against your entrance, making you gasp loudly.

“I bet I can just slide this ol’thing right into your soaked pussy…you want that, darlin’?” He murmurs, starting to press the muzzle into your cunt.

A shrill moan, one that can probably be heard from outside the bathroom, slips from your lips. You’re quickly quieted by Boothills hand moving from your throat to clasp around your mouth tightly, shutting you up as he pushes the barrel of his revolver further into your cunt, the cold metal stretching you wider.

“Need ya’ to keep quiet, gorgeous.” He hums, slowly starting to thrust the barrel in and out of you, making you squirm against him. Your sobs drowned out by his hand clamped tightly over your mouth.

“Just look at how your cunt’s swallowing my gun, such a dirty girl.” Boothill sneered, pushing the revolver's barrel in and out of you faster with a dirty smirk playing on his lips.

Your hands move to grip onto his steel forearms, holding onto him as tightly as you can as your hips buck in time with the shallow thrusts of his gun. You cry and whimper against his hand that muffles you, warm tears starting to roll down your cheeks as you feel your orgasm rapidly approaching, walls twitching around the metal barrel.

It's foul, downright disgusting the way your pussy squelches with each movement of the revolver. Arousal dripping down your thighs while your eyes squeeze shut, hips needily rolling in tandem with the weapons thrusts, desperately chasing your orgasm.

“You ‘boutta cum already, pretty?” Boothill grins as he leans in to run his tongue along your flushed cheek, licking up the salty tears rolling down your pretty face. “Go ahead, sweetheart, squirt on my gun like the filthy little thing you are.”

And just like that you do.

Loud, broken sobs and moans of his name falling from your lips, muffled by his hand clamped over your mouth. Your hips bucking pathetically as you cum, juices gushing out of you like a faucet. Drenching your inner thighs and the revolver’s barrel as it stays pushed deep inside of you. Your legs feeling weak and ready to give out as you slump back against him, whimpering as he fucks you with his revolver through your orgasm.

Boothill’s hand leaves to grab your jaw, forcing your head to look up as he pulls you in for a sloppy kiss. His long, black and white hair falling over his shoulders as he towers over you. His lips swallow your lewd gasps and whimpers, tongue licking the seam of your lips before forcing it’s way into your mouth. He groans quietly against your lips before pulling away slightly to nip at your bottom lip just to dive in once again, sliding his tongue with yours messily.

Once you start to calm down he starts to slowly slide his revolver’s barrel from your spent cunt, making you whine into his mouth from the loss of that full feeling, walls spasming around nothing as it slides out of you completley.

He breaks the kiss, intense eyes boring into yours as you pant breathlessly. His arm moves to wrap around your waist, holding you up against him as he leans in to rest his chin on your shoulder, peering down at you as he looks down at his revolver, drenched with your sticky arousal.

He smirks at the sight, his hand moving to bring his revolver to your lips, pressing the slick coated muzzle against them. “What a mess you've made...” He tuts, gently pushing the gun between your lips.

“Think you should clean it up like a good girl.”

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st7rnioioss · 3 months

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౨ৎ⋆ ˚｡⋆ sub!matt headcanons

matt sturniolo x reader

warnings: nsfw content (most of it), smut!! (?)

a/n: LOVE THIS REQUEST THANKS🤞 pls spam my inbox i need to be forced into work BYE. also, i’ll get to work on used to be my girl part 2, i swear

this is based off this request!

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- First, I KNOW THIS MAN WHIMPERS🗣️ HEAVY on this i don’t care.

- Matt would definitely spit out a bunch of random words in the quietest, whiniest, high-pitched tone. Just babbling, not being able to make the words sound right.

- It would start out as simple as cuddling, and when you got a little too touchy with him, he would shut his eyes tightly together, begging you to touch him.

- I know this man is a sucker for neck kisses (GOIDBYE IM GIGGLIMG) Like, as soon as you find the certain soft spot on his neck, he is not seen quiet‼️ Whimpering, moaning, squirming beneath you, panting breathlessly, clammy/sweaty palms gripping the back of your neck to hold you closer - he does not want you to stop.

- If you’re on top of him (pooooossibly riding him) he’d look up through his messy hair with his droopy eyes. As I said, he’s squeezing his eyes together, his brows frowning. Maybe even take his bottom lip between his teeth (he so would).

- If you’re in public and start flirting with him, he’d immediately try to shut it down (but he secretly likes it)

“What- No. Stop, we can’t do it here- What are you- We’re in public!” He whispered, protesting but still following along like a lost puppy.

“Oh come on, don’t be a wussy. Nobody’s gonna notice,” You smiled, pushing the door open to the restrooms.

And you ended up fucking in the library bathroom

- Sub!Matt would 100% always get horny around you, no matter the occasion. Before any sort of event, he’d be dragged into a bathroom, bedroom, backseat of a car, for a quickie.

- Imagine Matt with glasses (spelling bee spelling bee spelling bee spelling bee) who’d always fumble nervously with his glasses, because you make him nervous over the simplest stuff. A simple touch or kiss does it for him (the one above this one).

- If he ever got a bit too loud when you’re having sex, imagine grabbing his face and whispering something along ‘does it really feel that good? hm?’ and just earn a whimper in response.

- Giving him head would send him over the edge IMMEDIATELY. Bucking his hips, mumbling a whole load of ‘sorry, sorry, sorry’, but cutting himself off with high-pitched whimpers and moans, just to buck his hips up again.

A fistful of your hair in his hands that he swore to himself he’d keep tight, but immediately looses his grasp on you because he just can’t contain himself. Also - he could never receive head standing, he gotta sit or else his knees will fail him.

- Matt would grip. Sitting in his gamer chair while receiving head? He’s gripping the armrests. Leaning against the headboard as you ride him? He’s gripping the headboard behind him. Laying flat on his back as you’re on top of him? He’s gripping your hips and waist (not as tightly, he can’t stand the thought of hurting you).

- HES VERBALLL🗣️ of course some of it turns to mumbling, but when he’s LOUD and VERBAL?

‘oh my fu- god- j-just like that’

‘please- it feels so good- you feel so good’

‘i’m so so close, keep- keep going, please’ as he throws his head back and closes his eyes.

a/n: i could keep going (THATS WHAT SHE SAID LMAO)

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spidernuggets · 4 months

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Can I request #15 from the lyric list with Jason Todd please? I think it's perfect for angst or hurt/comfort, whatever you want to write really

Jason Todd x Reader

Warning: Slightly suggestive if you squint

"You with the dark curls, you with the water colour eyes"

"Jesus Christ, how do you expect me not to get upset over something like this, Jason! You're never home anymore! We don't go on dates anymore! Your.. Your friends and family don't even know we're dating!" You yell at him, tears already cascading down your face.

Jason sighs in frustration. It was late in the afternoon when Jason woke up since he was out late on patrol last night. He knew what he was getting into when he started dating you. Dark secrets, little communication. It was selfish of him, but he couldn't help it. The selfish itch in his heart dragged him towards you, not wanting to share you with anyone else.

And together with his other ego of Red Hood, he was out late at night, coming home to you in the early hours of 5am, sleeping in until around 3pm, in which he either has to go to Wayne Manor for training, or go out with Roy for a side mission.

He promised himself not to tell you about his secret life. The less you knew, the safer. Villains wouldn't give to use you as blackmail or kidnap you or hurt you. If any of them did, he wouldn't hesitate to go against Batman's morals and put a bullet through their head, no matter how long it took him to make amends with his adoptive father.

Jason sighed in frustration, pulling his hair back with a firm grip. "They don't need to know!" He says back, slightly raising his voice in attempts to remain as calm as possible. "It's none of their business!"

"How?! Am I not someone you care about?!"

"Of course you are! But they don't need to know that!"

"Why not?!"

"Because I don't want them to!" Jason yells.

You stayed quiet after that. He doesn't want them to know about you? Why?? Was he really ashamed to be dating you? Why the fuck would he date you in the first place then?

Jason's eyes widen. He didn't mean to say it. Not like that, to say the least. He didn't want his friends or family to overwhelm you. He didn't want them to be a variable in what could happen if you'd find out about his other life. And even if you didn't, he especially didn't want the press to be involved when they found out another one of Bruce Wayne's sons has found a lover.

"Doll, I-"

You put your hand out as Jason stepped closer. You spit out a harsh, sarcastic laugh as you dried your tear-stained cheeks. "You know, I thought you wanted to keep this relationship on the down low because I know how much you hate how nosy your family is. But, you know, you could've just said that dating me was that embarrassing. I would've been out of your hair ages ago if you were that ashamed to be seen with me," you snip. You start to walk to your shared bedroom, grabbing your duffel and shoving random clothes into it.

Jason felt paralysed. He couldn't move, and his heart was beating rapidly inside his head. It hurt so much. He just wanted to protect you. He just wanted to keep you safe.

When he was finally abke to manoeuvre his limbs, he rushed towards the bedroom. His head felt like it was about to explode when he saw you zipping up your duffel and throwing it over your shoulder.

"Y/n, please! I didn't-" He tried to call out to you. He tried to reason with you.

"I'll come back for the rest of my stuff next week," you mumble as you walk right past him, refusing to make eye contact with him.

Jason's heart shattered into a million pieces. His mind stopped functioning, and he went into another one of his melancholic episodes. He caved away in your used-to-be shared bedroom for the majority of that week. He clutched your pillow ever so close to him, hoping he was delusional enough to believe it was you. But it wasn't the same. He tried to think of many ways to make it up to you, to grow a pair and try to talk things out. But he's never seen you look so upset.

He wanted to fill his own head with lead. He promised himself never to let you get hurt, and he promised that if anyone did hurt you, he'd kill them. But he was the one who hurt you. And he wanted someone to put him out of his misery.

Bruce then called Jasin near the end of the week, telling him that he had missed too many important missions already and that he needed to get back in the field. Bruce was pissed. But Jason ignored him, as usual.

So, Bruce had no choice but to bring out the big guns. He ordered Alfred to demand Jason to get back to work. Alfred didn't demand, obviously. He just gently laid out that the team couldn't afford any more rest days from Jason, so they all needed Red Hood to get his head in the game. And Jason could never say no to Alfred.

So he put the big, red helmet back on and went out for crime-fighting. Granted, his skills were lacking more than usual, but Dick held Bruce back from making a scene. Dick was the only person to know of yours and Jason's past relationship, and he knew Jason would've been more appreciative and comfortable if he didn't mention it to the others. He eventually found out early in the week that you broke up with Jason and moved out of his apartment, so he understood why he was falling behind on the current mission.

There were a bunch of men who worked for Black Mask roaming the streets. Some were easily tied up already, and some were more skilled than others as there were bullets flying left and right.

Unfortunately, during the same time, you decided it would be a good time to head back to Jason's apartment to grab the rest of your belongings and the Black Man vs. Bats' encounter just so happened to take place on the route.

You were checking your phone and foolishly had your headphones on, too. It wasn't until you were at a witness distance away from the scene and heard a gunshot being fired.

From natural reaction, you screamed. You were at quite far distance, but ome of the men heard you. He called over two other guys with him. They couldn't afford to have a civilian witness.

Just when one was about to throw a knife at you, Red Hood comes swinging in, knocking him out. He disarmed the weapons of the other two, headbutting one, leaving him unconscious, and shot the other in the leg, as if he didn't have any problem fighting two seconds ago.

Your breathing was heavy and you couldn't move from where you were standing.

Red Hood came closer to you, grasping your shoulders, looking around for any wounds or bruises.

"Are you okay??" He asked in complete worry. You knew Red Hood cared about victims and innocent civilians, but he seemed real comfortable right now, but you decided to brush it off.

"Yeah... I think I'm- Watch out!" You tried to warn. The guy who was shot in the leg was able to get up and take a swing at Red Hood's head with a stray metal pole he found near him. Luckily, Red Hood was able to kick the pole out of the man's hand and punch him until he was out cold.

"Shit," Red Hood hisses. He didn't even realise his helmet cracked open until he turned around to check up on you again.

He was about to ask if you were okay again until he realised the shocked expression on your face. The right side of his mask was busted open, showing the pale colour of his green eyes and a few stray strands of dark locks sticking out.

You know those features. You know them so well.

Suddenly, you were back in your shared apartment with Jason, watching 'The Dead Poets Society' during a Saturday afternoon. He was being cradled in your arms, his head laying on your chest, and every few minutes, he would look up at you with those beautiful eyes, smiling and telling you how much he loves you, while your hand intertwined with the curls of his hair.

Suddenly, you were back in your shared kitchen, Jason huddled in the corner, arms wrapped around his knees as his head was buried within his arms. He was having another panic attack, and you slowly approached him, whispering multiple times that it was just you. It was just you and him, and it will always just be you and him. That's when he let you hold him. Your nose was nuzzled into the crown of his head, his hair tickling your neck. And he looked at you with watering eyes, apologising for putting up with him, but you just shushed him, assuring that you're never putting up with him, and that it was just another way of showing that you adore and love him with your whole heart.

Suddenly, you were back on your shared bed with the sheets tossed on the floor. Your hands were at a firm grip, pulling and tugging on Jason's hair as he made sure to keep reminding you to maintain eye contact with him the whole time while his face was settled comfortably between your thighs.

"Jason?"

"Fuck.. You.. You weren't supposed to-" Jason got a report on his comms that the rest of Black Masks' men have been taken out and GCPD will be arriving soon.

"C'mon, let's get you home," Jason mumbles, leading you towards his bike.

"We're going back to your place, Jason," you say behind him, making him stop and turn around to face you. "We're going back to your place, and you're going to tell me everything. You owe me," it wasn't a plead or a beg. It was a demand.

And Jason knew he couldn't be selfish anymore. And he also wanted you back. Back in his apartment, making it your own, too. He wanted you back in his arms. He wanted to be back in your arms. So he nods, taking you to his bike and driving back to his apartment.

He sits you down, asking you once more if you want to know everything in which you just gave him a deadpanned look.

You knew that Jason Todd went missing in some unknown accident. But that was 'Jason Todd', not Robin. So Jason tells you that there was more to his fake death, and you nod giving him the go ahead.

And with that, Jason tells you his story. From him stealing the Batmobile's tires to becoming Robin to getting killed by the Joker to come back to life by the Lazarus Pit, up until this very moment.

You didn't know how to react. You sat there on the couch staring into his eyes. Jason looks away, not wanting to see the look on your face once you've comprehended what he had finally admitted to.

"You've been through so much. And you didn't tell me. Is this why you get those panic attacks? I could've... I could've done more," you mutter. But Jason's eyes widen as he shakes his head, getting on his knees in front of you.

"No. No, Y/n. That isn't your responsibility," he says.

You look at him, annoyed. "My responsibility is to love you, Jason! And being there for you is part of loving you. You could've.. you could've at least told me small parts of your story. You could've told me you were Red Hood, and that would be end of story. I'd still love you.."

He shakes his head once more. "If you knew, you wouldn't be safe. Your safety probably decreased right now, now that you know who I am," he says, almost in a whine. "I just wanted to protect you. Of course, I'd never be embarrassed or ashamed to be seen with you. If I had it my way, if I just lived a normal life, I'd be showing you off to anyone looking our way," he confesses, and you couldn't help but smile.

You hold Jason's face in your hands, holding it so carefully, as if his face was the most delicate thing in the world. "Jay, I know you. I know you can protect me, and your family can protect us. You're so strong. I just know that no harm can come our way," you try to reassure him. He nods in response.

You place a lingering kiss on the crown of his head. "I'll be bringing my stuff back here tomorrow. No more secrets, please, hm?"

"Mhm," he nods. He's tired. And he just wants to be back with you. And you give that to him.

Suddenly, you're back in your shared bedroom on your bed. Your limbs are tangled with Jason's. Your noses are in close proximity. Your eyes are staring back at each other. And your fingers are caressing each strand of hair on his pretty head.

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rodolfoparras · 6 months

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I've been lurking for a bit, but I love your stuff. Any random ̶t̶h̶o̶t̶s thoughts? - 👾Anon (if that emoji isn't taken)

Thinking about how Price knows exactly how to make you jealous 18+

It’s not by flirting with a recruit because Price knows you wouldn’t feel threatened by someone who can’t even make eye contact with their superior. But then there’s someone who can do more than that: Nikolai or Nik as Price likes to call him.

Nikolai and Price who seem to be glued at the hip; with the Russian happily following Price to whatever mission he’s going to, and having his name somehow being brought up in every conversation, “oh Nik had been thinking of..�� or “oh we should ask Nik” and even having Nik fly out a handful of times to see the older man

And just like so many times before Nik flies over for a visit, this time unannounced and whether it’s on purpose or not you don’t care but watching them interact so closely manages to make you jealous.

Before the two men have the time to register what’s happening you’re pulling Price away from Nik’s grasp, and into his office, muttering some excuse that you need help with something.

But instead of sorting through paperwork, you’re pulling off his clothes, before pushing him up against the door.

He grunts out in pain but doesn’t move away as your hands slide down to his ass, taking out the plug he usually keeps on him before prepping him with your spit slicked fingers.

"What?" Got nothing to say now?” you say, voice breathy and strained, taking note of how he looks absolutely wrecked with only your fingers inside him. “No ‘Nik this’ ‘Nik that huh?’ Should we call him over him? Show him how much of a whore you can be for me?”

“Please please-” he slurs out, forehead pressed against the wooden door as he bucks down onto your hand.

“What do you want, pretty hm?” You say fingers curling up and hitting the spot that has him wailing.

“Fuck me please! Please god-“ he cries out, blunt nails clawing at the wooden door while clenching down onto your fingers.

“You sure you don’t want Nik to help you with this hm?” You say teeth biting down his shoulder and watching the way his back arches at your rough touch.

“Ah fuck! No no, just you just you - please please-“ he tries to say only to be cut off by someone else.

“John?” You hear a baritone voice trickling through the door “Are you okay in there?” Nik. He must’ve heard the thudding sounds and mistook them for something else. Although you feel a twig of annoyance you can’t help but also feel a twig of excitement at the turn of events.

“Answer him” you say before you line your cockhead up with his entrance.

“Yes- ah!“Price cries out as you slide past his puckered hole, swiftly biting down on his hand to prevent any more noise from slipping through the door.

“Are you sure?” Nik says, concern still prominent in his voice.

It takes a moment for Price to respond, thoughts turning into static haze as your hips set a steady pace. “Mm sure sure- we’ll be right back Nik”

“Alright…” is all he says before the Russian walks away.

When the two of you return again, Price tries to look as put together as possible while you couldn’t care less. But Nikolai still takes notes of the mark on Price’s neck, the way he sounds out of breath trying to talk to him even how Price waddles over the chair next to him.

That day Nikolai learns not to come unannounced and maybe even not to visit as frequently as he does.

Spitball w/ me?

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writingoddess1125 · 7 months

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Helping Hand?

Buggy + GNReader

Fluffy Corny kinda Platonic

Just random shit I thought of

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"Shit Shit Shit-" Your grumble as you frantically look around for something to tie your hair back with- You had finally gotten time to wash it out after the past few horrible days out at sea. Usually you had just come to shoving your hair into a hat and calling it a day- However your hair had gotten so tangled and messy it didn't fit into the hat at all so you figured today you would attempt to do it but ran out of time, patients and materials. Now just needing to find something to cover it with-

You wished you knew someone who did hair- Standing there you flexed your thinking power and a image comes to mind- Didn't Captian Buggy to the hair of that contortionist girl?

Captian Buggy!

Grabbing a towel to cover your mess of hair you rush quickly our of your shared quarters and down the maze of halls to the Captian's- Hesitating for a moment before you knock on the door to his room, Standing there awkwardly as they slammed open and he glared down at you.

"What do you want?" He all but hissed, clearly not pleased at having such a low member of his crew bother him.

"U-Um Captian do you.. Um" you stumbled over your words and messed with your food nervously.

"Spit it out!" He yelled making you jump-

"Do you have any hair stuff?... I lost my hat and don't know how to cover my hair or put it up for work-" You admit and pull the towel from your hair ashamed. Buggy's eyes widening for a second as he stared at the mess on your head.

He sighed annoyed, you thinking you have a Muggy Ball coming your way but instead he opens his doors to you and snaps at you to come inside.

Quickly scrambling inside you see him grabbing some tools from the massive vanity in the corner of the room. Grumbling under his breath as he did so-

"Sit there-" He snaps pointing to a lone chair which you are quick to park your ass in. With a armful of items he comes back to you quickly and looks over the damage.

"For fucks sake-"

You feel his detached hands part your hair with ease using a skilled comb before setting the moisturize your hair and begin to detangle it- about were amazed since what usually took you quite some time and arm discomfort he had done in 5 minutes tops.

"Wow youre really good at this-" You say as you feel him parting the hair expertly and beginning to braid

"How did you get so good?"

"Have to do my own damn hair everyday" He chimed casually- You remembering seeing his hair down once when a storm set it and he came out to steer in his pajamas.

"Thats right It's long- Why do you keep it long Captian?"

"You talk a lot" Buggy sighed, clearly not uses to being the one having his ear talked off and used to doing the talking-

"Sorry- I tend to babble..Especially when nervous-" You say softly, feeling embarrassed about talking so much. Buggy was silent for a second as he continued to braid-

"..It's cause of my Chop Chop abilities- I can't cut my hair it just reattaches itself so I have learned to just take care of it" He admitted calmly, this making you smile as you turn to look at him.

"That's cool! Could you use your hair in a fight!?"

"DONT MOVE! Or ill have to start over!" He snapped before flicking his wrist and the comb snaps on your scalp as punishment-

"Owie-!" You pout as you sit still as the Captian grumbles, starting that part of the braid over again as he finished his task.

"And no- It's too hard to use my hair as a Chop Chop man- gets tangled too easily" He said calmly, finishing the last braid he smoothed it with another few taps of condioner and stepped back.

"There- Go look" He said dismissively walking away from you so you could go look. There you look it the mirror and see two cute Dutch braids going down the side of your head. A bright smile on your lips as you admire your Captians work.

"Wow! You're really good at this Cap!" You say cheerfully as you look back at the Captian who was putting on fresh gloves.

"I know- Now Here, till you find your hat" He said as his hand floated to you holding a old red beanie with a tuff of fluff on the top- You smiling Brightly, him expecting the typical thanks which he was prepared to wave off.

"Yeah Yeah don't get used to it- OOF!" He stumbles when you hug him suddently- His face turning as red at his nose with the random physical affection.

"Thank you Captian! Gotta run!" You say cheerfully already knowing youre going to hear a earful from your peers about being late to your post, quickly slipping on the red beanie and running away while Buggy stood there shocked and unsure of what the hell just happened-

#x reader #one peice x reader #one piece #one peice live action #buggy one piece #buggy the clown x reader #buggy x reader

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jikjinz · 8 months

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★﹐this is overdose ．﹗﹑

anonymous asked: Can you please do treasure legal line overstimulating their s/o unintentionally kind off something?

cw: treasure legal line x fem!reader (separate); overstimulation (f!receiving), oral sex (f!receiving), squirting kind-of?, fingering, tit play/nipple play, unprotected p-in-v sex (yall better wrap it up), aftercare mentioned; lmk if i missed any

a/n: back on my bullshit to drop a bomb and disappear. this is like a year late request so im sorry in advance but ig better late than never lol. enjoy <3 and btw this is little to no proof-read so yall dont see eventual typos or grammatical mistakes.

CHOI HYUNSUK 💭ˎˊ˗

it happened by accident

but when he noticed, his brain caught an error, a big one

keeps on going either way because you’re so gorgeous this way and he’s unable to stop

no thoughts in your brain right now, as your head is full of fuzzy pleasure and hyunsuk. that’s all you can think of and when you feel his tongue yet again on your clit you’re losing it.

hyunsuk is as well in his world… kind-of?? because his world right now consists of the most scrumptious meal he’s ever had. your pussy. and he loves the background music consisting of your moans, screams, and random blabbers you say occasionally. yet the moment your thighs shake and the most overpowering orgasm hits you while providing him the tastiest thing ever, hyunsuk finally comes back to reality. and as you try to calm yourself by breathing steadily, hyunsuk looks at your with his dreamy gaze, his lower face covered in his spit and your juices.

because you’re the best thing that he got blessed with and he hopes to keep you by his side until you two get old.

💭ˎˊ˗ PARK JIHOON

probably it was his goal

which he achieved

grins like a stupid idiot (which he is) at your fucked up state because it’s him, it’s park jihoon who got you to such point and no. one. else. ego boost 100

“jihoon, please, please, please jihoon-”

“please what, pretty baby?”

“make me cum already, stuff me with your-”

jihoon only chuckles like a jackass, staring back at you with that cute smile of his. you whine again, trying to hump yourself on his hand that’s between your legs. he’s rubbing your clit for some time now, ocassionally picking up on his pace and then harshly stopping. jihoon also is toying with your cute tits and those nice nipples of yours, driving you even more insane, causing you to think only about him, his actions, his hand, his length…

jihoon grabs your chin with his other hand and kisses you hastily, a perfect disguise for his fingers sliding in past your folds, causing you to moan right into the kiss and cumming immediately, too intensively for your senses to bear. jihoon, satisfied with the results, lets you to ride it all out on his fingers. and as you look at him with that half-lidded eyes and soft smile, he’s about to melt.

because you are the only one who makes his heart flutter in such indescribable ways.

KANEMOTO YOSHINORI 💭ˎˊ˗

once he did it, got so addicted to the result immediately

sent himself into the oblivion btw as well

stunned and amazed by the abilities of your hot body; would like to try this again

your body is on autopilot now, chasing that so much wanted pleasant high. mind went on a break, leaving your instinct to continue and all you got in your head right now was yoshi making wonders inside you.

“does it- ah! feel- good?” yoshi asks, his mind slowly ascending as well. the sight of your fucked out mind, your whitening knuckles from gripping the sheets so tightly… it’s all too much for him as well.

“uh- uh-huh!” that’s all he gets in response from you but that’s all he needs. and so yoshi continues, though he can’t do it for too long himself. he’s sure you’ve already milked him dry, yet you’re still going… until he feels something warm on his lower parts. smashed back to reality, yoshi smiles reassuringly, caressing your skin with his hand.

“you did so well, darling. i love you.”

because no matter how many times he’ll say it, it’s never gonna be enough and these words can’t cover the whole amount of his love for you.

💭ˎˊ˗ KIM JUNKYU

gets worried the moment he notices your fucked-out face

tries to check up on you but when you tell him to go on

his insides do flips at the sight of the results of his actions

you’re a moaning mess, eyes rolling back to see your brain, tongue out with no strength to keep it tense.

holy fuck, what is happening to you?

“keep going! don’t- stop!”

and as junkyu hears your trembling words, there’s a sheepish smile on his face. the fact that your head is empty already, only lust and the overwhelming pleasure junkyu provides with his actions is getting to his head, slowly, but it does. he still cannot believe that he does you so good and his confidence grows with each louder scream, each rougher scratch of your nails on his shoulders, and each plea of your to make you cum for the nth time. and as he’s whispering ‘i love you’ over and over into your neck, he really means it.

because no one ever got him so confident in himself as you do.

YOON JAEHYUK 💭ˎˊ˗

is in awe of the view in front of him

will stop if you want but that’s not enough for him

is the type to overstimulate you on purspose because it’s hot when you do it

jaehyuk can’t help but stare with wide open eyes and salivating mouth at your still spasming pussy.

“i’d love to see it more often, baby,” he says with that dumb boyish smile. right now, jaehyuk looks like a little child amazed by a new toy. he’s still staring at your entrance, in awe, trying not to hump himself between your thighs. finally, he looks at your face and gets close, so he can kiss the living shit out of you. you are just too good for him and he would give you the world if you’d ask. and he’ll start with a comforting bath, warm bathrobe, and lots of kisses and cuddles.

because he loves you so much and he knows you love him the same amount. but he still loves you a bit more than that.

💭ˎˊ˗ HAMADA ASAHI

did you so good for so long you squirted for the first time ever

blurted out some stupid bullshit because he loved that so much

will try to make you squirt again in the future (next time you get intimate)

“now that was hot as fuck.”

asahi stares at your soaked pussy and the wet stains on the sheets, in awe of your abilities. and as you squirm, trying to run away from his stare in embarassment, his heart swells inside his guts.

“darling, i love that you did it, it was incredibly hot and i wish to see you do such things more. it made me even more horny right now to be frank.”

you are able to only stare at him for a second, then chuckle at his honest words. as he sees your body slowly relax with each laugh, he smiles as well.

because he loved how you made his heart flutter with your smile and he would do anything to see you smile all the time.

KIM DOYOUNG 💭ˎˊ˗

another idiot who gets an ego boost

but is incredibly lost at what is going on with you

stops the moment you start crying out his name, does not understand the mixed signals of your words and body

“ah-! too- too much-!”

the moment doyoung hears these words, he stops his movements. indeed, he got lost in the pleasure the moment he slid inside, yet it seemed at first you were enjoying it as well. he has no idea what is happening to you but carefully watches your body, your each move, as he slowly tries to understand what do you mean.

“are you- are you okay, princess?”

the concern in his voice brings your senses back a bit and as you notice his worried stare, you try to say something coherent, though your fried brain can’t find right words.

“so good it’s- too much.”

what?

he is still looking at you and he still monitors your reactions but can’t help this cheeky smile. as he proceeds to finally get your words to his head, doyoung can’t help but kiss you.

because he did you so good it’s too much, all of it by accident, which only adds to his confidence.

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tainted-red · 1 year

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Best friends.

TWS: N0n c0n, Best friend kink, Gr0ping, Sleepy reader, Drunk reader.

Summary: Rafe is the reader best friend, Rafe swears to keep the reader safe. Little does she know…

Y/n and Rafe cameron were a package deal.

Rafe protects Y/n from random boys and Y/n protects Rafe from doing stupid stuff.

Yet Rafe encourages Y/n To do stupid shit, that's exactly what he is doing right now.

“C’mon Y/n. Just a couple more rounds. I promise I'll protect you” Rafe begs Y/n.

“Fine but say it with a smile” Y/n teased.

Rafe smiles at her “Pretty please. With a cherry on top” Rafe mocks.

Y/n lightly pushes his head. He dramatically stumbled back.

He chuckles and wraps his arm around y/n’s shoulder. Guiding her to get more drinks from the stupid party ‘bar’.

“Four shots” Rafe clicks “Alright” Topper sighs.

The alcohol really starting to kick into y/n’s system.

“Alright, pretty lady” Rafe bites his lip, getting y/n drunker and drunker.

She picks up the shot and shoots it down her throat, “Wow, didn't even wait for me” Rafe jokes.

He then takes the shot “Last one” Rafe seethed.

They both grab your shot but wrap your arm around each others.

Letting the burning liquid go down there stomachs. Leaving a warm feeling wherever it ends up.

“Aright, let's dance” Y/n slurred to Rafe.

(Rafe point of view, now)

I smirked at the drunk sight of my innocent friend.

We go over to the dance floor, and y/n starts to sway her hips without a care in the world.

Suddenly a random pogue starts to flirt with her, I wait until it gets ugly. She starts to yell at him.

He grabs onto her wrist, I step closer to the two “Get. The. Fuck. Away. From. Her” I clench my jaw.

“What are you gonna do ‘bout it, get daddy to get a hitman” The pogue jokes.

“No. I'll cut your hands off and shove it up your ass. Keep your hands off her” I spit, pushing him back.

“You're not worth it” The pogue rolls his eyes and walks away.

I run up and wrap my arms around y/n “He's gone” I whisper in her ear. Calming her.

“Can we leave Rafe, I don't feel good” Y/n begs, falling into my arms.

“Of course. We're going to my place though” I inform her while picking her up bridal style.

“Rafe, I'm gonna pass out” Y/n slurs.

“Don't worry I got you y/n” I calm her.

I place her in the back of my car.

Once I'm in I drive to my house. There wasn't much traffic considering it was 2 am.

“Rafeeeee, I'm tired. Crash the car I don't feel a thing” Y/n slurs once again.

“You can sleep in my bed,” I tell her.

“Like always” She giggles.

We arrive at my house, and I pick her up in my arms “Careful” I groan as she tugs on the back of my shirt, choking me.

“Sorry Rafey” She mocks my name while laughing adorably.

“It's alright y/n/n” I grin down at her.

Tossing her on my bed.

“Come cuddle me” Y/n cries.

“Okay but you need to sleep this off. Better not throw up on me” I joke.

I sit on the bed and she puts her head on my lap. Her dress rides up the thighs. I stroke her hair.

“Can you put on a show?” She asks quietly and shyly.

“Of course” I sigh.

Grabbing my remote and putting on icarly “Yes. I love you thank you” She smiles, focusing on the show.

I slowly slide her dress all the way up. She's clearly out of it.

She starts to laugh at the show, something about Gibby asking for cash when he would get zero dollars for whatever he was selling.

I pull her graze my hand over her clit, her thighs tensing up.

She slowly drifts off into a somewhat sleeping state.

I make it worth my while by pushing her off me softly. And taking her dress off.

She wasn't wearing a bra so I got a perfect view of her beautiful body.

The only thing covering her body was a black thong.

I take it off and pull down my shorts and boxers.

Lining myself over her slit.

Massaging her boobs slowly.

I push myself into her. I felt her body tense up.

I throw my head back In pleasure.

Slamming into her at a steady but quick pace.

Praying she wouldn't wake up.

I felt my stomach tighten, I groan and let my liquid fill her up.

I pull up my shorts and get a rag and a shirt of mine.

When I got back she was awake, “what's going on,” She asks while looking down at her naked body.

“You kinda threw up all over yourself” I grin.

I wipe her vagina and then threw the rag. So lucky she couldn't feel a thing.

“Cmon sit up” I bite my lip trying to put her shirt on her.

“I don't feel good-” her mouth fills with barf. I bring her to the washroom and hold her hair back.

I rub her back as she left lets it all out.

Once she's down I wipe her mouth with a clindex.

“Thank you, Rafe. Gosh, what would I do without you” She giggles.

“Probably be covered in vomit” I joke (ish).

She fake laughs, I kiss her head and laugh.

“Time to sleep” I decided.

I throw her over my shoulder. Making her laugh even harder.

I gently place her down on the bed.

We both lay down and I throw my arm over her waist.

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hyukasmiles · 10 months

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can u pls write abt dom tutor taehyun x reader … it’s been on my mind all day 😓😓

—Taehyun—

Description: I couldn’t decide on a subject so let’s just say math

Fem Reader

Warnings: NSFW// he makes fun of you// possessiveness// unprotected sex// NOT PROOF READ

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“Are you just dumb?” Taehyun laughs, looking over your paper. “It’s not even that hard.” He hands you back the practice sheet filled with little red marks and a giant 40 on the top. “I honestly don’t know how you’re passing.”

Tears well up in your eyes because you actually tried really hard this time! You even bailed on one of your friends to finish it in time for today but it still wasn’t any good. You bite your lip and look at him through your eyelashes, hoping maybe he’s just joking but all he does is sigh and take his glasses off. “What was so bad.” You sniffle, looking over the paper again.

“Everything.” Taehyun pulls out a giant textbook and opens it up to a random page. “Let’s get started hmm?” He pats his thigh and you comply immediately settling in his lap. “You know the drill, baby, one whole page and I’ll fuck you.”

You nod and spread your legs for his large hand. “Where do you want me to start?” He points at a paragraph halfway down the page and you’re not sure it’s even remotely related to what you’re doing in class but you start anyway, reading off the words- failing to process a single one of them. Your breath hitches when he pulls the neckline of your tank top down until your boobs fall out of the fabric, nimble fingers playing with the hard buds.

“When did you stop wearing panties around me?” Taehyun laughs, tucking the hem of your skirt into the waistband, laughing again when he drags his fingers across your already wet cunt. “God you’re pathetic.” He tuts at you, collecting your slick and shoving his fingers into your mouth, interrupting your reading. “How far did’ya get, baby?”

Your fingers are shaky as you point at a random point on the paper, hoping he wasn’t paying attention to what you were saying. But he was, because of course he was, and in response he takes his fingers out of your mouth and grabs you by the chin. “Don’t lie. You know how I feel about lying.” You slowly shift your finger up the page to where you actually left off.

Surprisingly he lets it go, his hands going back to groping you as you start reading again. It’s hard to focus though! Especially when his fingers are lightly tracing over your clit. You whine and try to roll your hips even though you know you shouldn’t, ready for him to lift you off of him and leave, but he must be feeling extra forgiving today because all he does is wrap a hand around your middle and instruct you to keep going.

Every light touch and barely there kiss has you desperate for more, every other word cut up with a little whine or plea for him to let you off just this one time but he doesn’t let up, instead he doubles down, tilting your head back and whispering in your ear. “Reread that one baby, I'm not sure you fully understand it.” Of course you didn’t! How could you understand anything with his mouth sucking pretty marks up and down your neck.

“Tae- I can’t think- I have to cum.” You grab his arm with your manicured fingers, nails painted in the color he requested. “Please!”

“Is this how you’re passing your classes, babe?” Taehyun, slips a finger into your desperate hole, providing a slight relief. “Do you open your legs for all the old men that teach you?”

“No! Just for you! I don’t even have a boyfriend!” You squeal, spit falling onto the pages below you.

“Of course you don’t. You’re so pretty though, I bet you could… wouldn’t have to be stuck with me if you’d just let one of our profs fuck you.” Taehyun’s never talked about this stuff before, his serious tone surprising you.

Even more surprising is the fact that he pushes the book away from you and presses your chest against the table. Behind you you can hear the metal clang of his belt buckle as he pulls his pants down to his knees. “But you won't, will you?” He grumbles, palming at your ass. “You like this, don’t you?”

“Love it!” You gasp as he pushes the fat tip of his dick into your cunt.

You’re basically putty in Taehyun’s hands as he fucks you into the wood. “Course’ you do.” He grabs your hand and pulls you into arching your back. You’re moaning and squeezing your eyes shut as he hammers his hips into yours. “Why’d you stop reading?”

Your brian freezes as he drags the book back in front of your face, somehow pointing at the exact word you left off at. “What?” You gasp, tears slipping down your face as he points at it again. You open your mouth to start because all you want is to make Taehyun proud but you can only get through the first syllable.

“Cmon, baby.” Taehyun laughs, pressing a kiss between your shoulder blades. “You want some help?” You nod at the offer, not sure what he’s going to do, hoping he’ll just push the book away again. And when he starts sounding out each word one by one you almost sob in frustration.

If you could think you’d probably be impressed with the fact that Taehyun is able to fuck you so well while steadily reading out the text, but all you can register is the fact that you can basically taste your orgasm. One of your hands slips down your body and one light touch against your clit has you folding in on yourself, your head falling onto the brick of a book.

You continue to play with your clit until you’re drooling, high pitched whines tumbling out of your mouth as you cream on your tutors dick. “Pull out, hyun.” You pant, slumping onto the table as Taehyun fucks himself into his orgasm. He grunts and slips out of your cunt, fucking his fist until he cums all over your back.

“Start reading again.”

#txt #txt smut #kpop smut #taehyun #taehyun smut

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james-is-here · 5 days

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I need Jeongin to spit in my mouth, like gimmie 🫴🫴 I neeeed it

Imagine horny Innie kneeled on his bed naked, sitting back on his heels with his hand stroking his dick. He turns his head down and slowly spits on his dick 🥵 head thrown back with a groan as he rubs it into his pretty dick, tip red

🥵🥵🫠 sometimes I really hate myself

Don't know if you need a fic or just needed to say it but here's this cause I spiraled as well. 9th member reader.

I'm officially calling this 'James-Sol rants' so now we have a tag for our thoughts. 🥰

So I love your idea, but like he's doing it without your knowledge.

You've been busy all week and promised that at the end you'd help him but he's laying in bed, the week almost complete and he gets you tomorrow, and he's scrolling through his phone, coming across edits of you that people made of you performing. They've been cute, you hugging the members, doing aegyo, he laughed at one video a Stay posted of you having to kiss the members on the cheek and he found the disgust adorable because he knows that none of them hate your love.

Swiping up, an edit of your stage presence played with DanceRacha's 'Taste'. A clip of you during 'Hall of Fame' where you mimicked Chan's hand movements, a clip from 'Red Lights', and it kept going. His thoughts turned lewd and he was honestly mad at himself. He was doing so good, why now?

No, he won't disobey you. He'll be good. He switches to watching random stuff on youtube but he can't stop thinking of you in that video.

Suddenly, he's on his stomach, humping into the mattress but it's not enough. He sits up, kneeling on the bed and pulling down his sweats. He sighs at the lack of restraint on his dick, taking him into his hand as he sat back and thrusts into his closed fist.

He brings the collar of his hoodie between his teeth, moaning into the fabric and wetting it with a heavy amount of drool as he loses himself completely, only focusing on finally getting off.

He's so distracted that he doesn't hear you open the door. Doesn't hear you closing it and walking over to him. When he's aware of your presence it's when your chuckling darkly in his ear and fisting his hair to bring his head back.

"You know, if you would've waited you would know that I was gonna reward you early." He gasps, his hand stopping but you pull his hair harder. "Don't stop on my account." His hand shakily holds his cock and starts stroking himself again.

Okay, now here's where I spiraled because I don't usually do spitting but like 👀

You just stood there, watching his face and holding onto his hair, briefly rubbing away the sting from your grip but tightening when he slows down.

Bringing his head back fully, you tell him to open and he does, sticking out his tongue as you spit into his mouth. "Now spit." His eyes are wide and glossy as your grip loosens and he rolls his head, looking down at his cock and lets go of himself, gathering yours and his saliva at the tip of his tongue before opening his mouth.

It drips down the side onto his palm and he shutters, closing his fist again and smearing your combined spit all of his length. He throws his head back, his palm moving up to rub his angry, sensitive tip.

"Go faster, Innie baby. Make a mess." You mutter in his ear and he whines. "I-I can't...Hyung, p-please...please..." You only keep one hand in his hair but he needs you to touch him, he needs you to help him cum. "No, you can do it. You're so impatient to wait for me, you can finish without me. Go faster."

He whimpers as he listens, his strokes inconsistent but fast as you told him so. "Tighten your fist, baby." "Ah~!" He yelps when he does, his hold slick and tight and he doesn't notice the coil snap and he's cumming quick and hard.

You reach your free hand down, fisting his tip so the rest of his cum releases into you fist instead of on the sheets. Raising your hand, you straightened out his head. "Open." He parts his lips again and you shove your fingers into his mouth, pressing your fingers into his tongue and smearing his cum everywhere. When your fingers are clean, you remove them and hold out your palm. "Lick." He leans down, licking his cum off your palm.

When he's done you pull his head back again and kiss him, dominating his tongue and mouth, pulling a moan out of him as he leans into you.

"Now you're going to take what I give you...or I give you another week. Understand?" He nods, letting out a breathy moan. "Y-Yes, Hyung." You smile, kissing his forehead. "Good boy, Innie."

#Hansol my darling #James-Sol rants #stray kids #straykids #stray kids x male reader #jeongin x male reader #random #bleh

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thatsthewrongwallcraig · 4 months

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lowkey would luv to hear ur "thoughts" on mike 🤭.

Eheheheh, hello, Artie 🖤🌸

Sooo.... since it's NSFW content right away, it's under the cut 😌

Mike x gn!Reader 18+

💀 Sorry not sorry, but I just know that Mike is that kinda guy who'd use his gun "inappropriately". You have multiple orifices for a reason and he'd use them to stretch you out, to use you, to make you clench around the cold barrel. I've been having a plot bunny for exactly that for a while now and I desperately need the movie to drop.

💀 Mike would tie you up, your hands firmly bound to the headboard of his bedframe, whilst he's toweing over you, teasing you by some mockery and degradation, calling you names that would make you blush and squirm with guilty arousal at the same time.

💀Can we please take a moment to talk about how he'd rail you into the mattress whilst you wear his Wacken shirt? That shirt, which led you to talk to him in the first place because you kept wondering why this dude went all the way to Germany for a metal festival? He'd tease you how this very shirt got him into your pants and how good you'd look in it as he pounds you, Megadeath blaring from the speakers.

💀I generally think that Mike would be into a wide variety of kinky stuff that goes both ways. On some day's, he'd be the one slapping you in the face and spitting into your mouth when on other's, he'd spent at least half the night on kis knees, pleasuring you until your legs give out.

💀 ❗️❗️❗️ INTOXICATION KINK ❗️❗️❗️ Okay, hear me out... I feel like Mike would be having the time of his life with encouraging you to take hit after hit from the joint. He'd pass it right back to you after taking just the tiniest drag himself, it serving a sweet buzz but keeping him clear enough to watch out for you while he fucks your brains out after you become all giggly and touchy from all the weed.

💀Needless to say that I think he's into drugs. Not uppers, though, more like some calming weed, a little helping of codeine here and there because he likes that warm mellow feeling in his stomach. (C'mon... he's basically Kappa's and Clay's love child 🥴)

💀 But no matter how wasted and fucked out the two of you would get, he'd always make sure to watch out for you, to massage your bruised ass after a hefty spanking session and tuck you in with his arm wrapped around your shoulders whilst you doze off.

💀For some reason, I cradle the idea that he'd be a banger cook but with the most random irgedients because he'd spent a lot of time being not so well off. During those years, he taught himself the craft of making a five-star Michelin out of a pack of instant ramen.

💀 Mike gives me these Everywhere-And-Nowhere-Dude vibes. Like, you for sure have seen him around somewhere, maybe at the corner shop or the gas station a while ago, thought he looked kinda cool but also a bit douchy so you decided to not chat him up at the counter. Then, a few weeks later at a friend's house party, you bump into him again and after a few drinks, decide to actually talk to him if he bought that shirt himself or if he's just another poser who likes the design.

#tam rambles #rory culkin #asks are appreciated #asks are always open #mike 5lbs of pressure #5lbs of pressure #5 lbs of pressure

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never-gonna-danse-again · 2 months

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FO4 Companions’ go to Karaoke songs

I’ve been thinking about this too much lately, let me know if there’s another character/ companion you want me to do

Cait: Spit by Kittie

It’s so angry and she just loves to scream along, even if she can’t get the lyrics right now and again. Surprisingly good at it, and has obviously had some practice

Or anything by Joan Jett- specifically Hate Myself for Loving You. Riot girl now and forever

Codsworth : 500 Miles by the Proclaimers

Mega cheesy, easy to sing along to and many, many people know the words. Yes, Mr Handies can do karaoke, pretty enthusiastically too

Curie: Party Rock Anthem by LMFAO

Shes too innocent to pick much else, she just likes how happy it is and jumps up and down while singing it. Needs the lyrics to pop up on screen but knows it well- or sometimes she’ll choose some random French opera song and belt it for no apparent reason

Danse: My Humps by the Black Eyed Peas (sorry not sorry)

Everyone, and I mean everyone in Sanctuary has been pissing him off with this song. When he brings it out on karaoke night, they all scream in joy- either that or Last Stand by Sabaton. Some cheesy metal about history always puts a smile on no one’s face but his.

Deacon: Man in the Mirror by Michael Jackson

Complete with dancing and moonwalking- brings out the hat collection just to do this song, and does it flawlessly

Hancock: Mr Brownstone by Guns n Roses

If he’s on enough Jet, chances are he will seize the microphone and absolutely go for it. According to his older friends, he looked like a blond Axel Rose before he went ghoul- and now sounds like a slightly more hoarse version of him. Just maybe keep the kids away when it’s his turn on karaoke night.

MacCready: House of the Rising Sun by the Animals

About the only song he knows and doesn’t even know it that well. Mac can’t really sing, and no one’s told him it yet; safer just to let him and Duncan do their best. For now.

Valentine: The Safety Dance by Men Without Hats

He was adamant not to sing at first, but once Sole managed to convince him into it, he got it eventually. Surprisingly bad at working the karaoke machine for someone so accustomed with technology (Curie and Danse help him set it up, think Granddad with the TV remote) but sings his heart out every time. Proper smiles break out when it’s Nick’s turn on the mic.

Piper: Cruel Summer by Taylor Swift

The MOST BASIC choice ever, but she can sing it surprisingly well; Nat duets! Deacon cheers her along, and sometimes dances to the song if he’s drunk enough

Preston: Milkshake by Kellis

Yeah, you might’ve thought it was out of character, but once he starts, he will not stop. Has obviously had some practice singing in his past, and can sing this one particularly well… probably best not to question why he can.

Strong: We Will Rock You by Queen

Please don’t say anything, he’s trying his best. The whole vocabulary thing isn’t his fault, and he’s getting better. Sometimes smashes stuff in time to the song- a true performer!

X6: Losing my Religion by R.E.M

The most deadpan performance ever, but breaks out in a rare smile; he won’t admit it, but he quite enjoys a slower ballad or similar song. After a while, he gets slightly more emotive with his singing; slightly.

#fallout 4 #fo4 #fallout #fallout 4 companions #deacon fallout 4 #danse fallout 4 #curie fo4 #x6 88 #codsworth #nick valentine #curie fallout 4 #piper wright #sole survivor #nick fo4

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lovelyyandereaddictionpoint · 2 years

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Hey! I couldn't find any rules or anything so feel to ignore this if you want, but I really liked that slowly turning yandere ask so could you do that with with Azul, Idia, and Jade separately please? Or just the first two if it's too much, thank you!

Azul Ashengrotto

It makes sense that this one is slow

Azul is calculative and really sensitive

It’ll first start when he returns the photo

In the window between putting it back and coming back to Night Raven

“O. M. G. You are so. Freaking. Cute!!!”

You are cooing at this image he had tried so hard to erase

He’ll blush probably expecting you to just be someone who was overreacting

But come to find your just really vocal when your comfortable

“What a glow up, though? Went from -cinnabun to almost-a-sugardaddy-hun!”

He’s practically spitting out his drink as your looking at some other old photos that escaped his purge

From there he’s frantically trying to rationalize

Going to reaffirm his discovery by urging responses from you

“Prefect would you mind, telling me what exactly makes me, supposedly, ‘a snack’”

“Oh it's definitely your beauty mark, or maybe its your style, or its definitely your eyes literally like periwinkle diamonds.”

“T-thanks!”

He’s so whipped

And as uncomfortable as he may seem he is living off of the near-heatstroke embarrassment he goes through

And even when he’s not nearly passing out from your words

He loves how sweet you are in general

When he’s not baiting you for a response you just compliment him when he’s doing random stuff

“Hey Azul, can you explain this concept to me? You’re like really smart and I-”

“Fine, but you have to come to the Monstro lounge while you work through this sheet.”

This feeling is his

And he’s more than eager to bind anyone in a deadly contract because they feel this way

Forget about sending the leech twins

He’s doing it themselves

He’ll get more bolder the more you are encroached upon

“Would you be so kind as to compliment me. I’ve been feeling especially perturbed lately.”

Jade Leech

He notices you when you’re investigating for Magift tournament

He thought it was cute to see a weak little shrimpy trying to solve big-fish problems

From then on he keeps an eye out

You’re always up to something so it's entertaining to keep updated on your activities

“You…look pretty good with an eel-tail?”

He finds himself surprisingly shocked by you

Whether its cause you whisper your real thoughts loud enough for him to hear

Or because you actually had the balls to fight Azul

His intrigue turns to love

As he drinks in your compassion and care for your friends

And just general demeanor

He follows you on his own time

Mountaineers club?

No, (Y/n)’s club

His love for you stems into his love for learning about the land and its properties

So the flower you sat on during gym

Keeping that in his pocket forever

The rock you looked at that reminded you of your friend

Analyzed it then Crushed it but kept the pieces to study for later

He won’t outwardly chase off those around you

But he has no problem picking off the ones you're sure not to notice

Everynow and then he’ll invite you on a hike

Or give you a pass to the Monstrolounge

If only to be allowed to feel study you more closely

“Would you care to join me for a nature walk? I promise this is purely innocent.”

Idia Shroud

It's a long standing love that blooms at your appearance

He initiates it on his own

As one of the heads at STYX he’s encouraged to study the unkown about overblots

What's wrong with venturing a little

“This is just like that one anime…”

Interdimensional travel, a refusal of your existence, and alongside a monster

Truly a live manifestation of something he would be watching

So cameras placed outside your dorm

And Ortho’s livefeed should he see you on his rounds

“Oh sorry didn’t mean to bump into you!”

Its an accident

So minor you don’t really recount it as the first time you spoke to him

But he does

Ooh he does

When you just graze your hand as you pick up his fallen book

or how you press your hand against his arm under his sleeve as you checked to make sure he’s alright

It takes everything in him to fight the nosebleed that threatens to creep up

“Ah, are you sick?”

“N-no. I gotta go!”

He runs off but that isn’t the end

Far from it

He realizes that perhaps this supposed isekai protagonist was really the love interet for the genius otaku

Well he’ll want to make sure that he knows everything about you for when he does gain the courage to woo you

So now the cameras are in your room, in the bathroom…another in your room

He slowly delves into his fantasy of a romance between you and him

But he’s not completely delusional

And he’s not so caught up in his fantasy that he doesn’t have a plan

Oh no

He has multiple plans for multiple possibilities

When he finally does get to talk with you immediately the plan that included forcefully taking you is dismissed

….kinda…

“(Y/n)’s not like the other npcs…their the target, Ortho. That’s why I have to do this.”

#yandere twisted wonderland x reader #yandere twisted wonderland #yandere x reader #yandere x you #yanderexrea #lovelyyandereaddictionpoint #yanderes #yandere azul ashengrotto #yandere jade leech #yandere idia shroud #yandere idia x reader #yandere jade x reader #yandere azul x reader #twisted wonderland #twst

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phyot · 1 year

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hii! after checking out your blogs i cant help but felt mesmerized!! its all so well-written:D may i request reader wearing a skirt x xiao/scaramouche(separate) where they were riding the escalator but theres creeps behind reader.

what will they do? feel free to ignore!🤛:))

AWH THANK YOU🫶🏻

summary: you get on the escalator with your s/o and there r some creeps bothering you

character: xiao, scaramouche (seperate)

warnings: yeah well summary🧍, cursing

also this is not edited just so yk🫂

It was a hot Saturday afternoon and you desperately needed new clothes. You ran out of shorts and also because you felt confident today you decided to wear a skirt.

"Oh come on, please? It will be fun and ill buy you boba, what's better than that?" "fine" your s/I decided to tag along due to an extreme need for boba (at least I crave it all the time idk).

After shopping for new clothes as promised you went and got boba. Boba shop was on the first floor so you took the escalator to it. Unfortunately, there were also some people riding the escalator behind you and let's just say it wasn't a pleasant experience.

Xiao:

You were chattering about random stuff that happened to you that day and he wasn't paying attention until you suddenly stooped talking.

"Hey, guys check it out," said the guy behind you while pointing at you. "Oh my god, she's got a real package there, won't!" said another guy and all of them started laughing and pointing out more stuff about you and your appearance.

You were extremely embarrassed. You could feel stares burning in your back and thighs. Their 'compliments' really made you want to die. You were desperately trying to pull your skirt a bit lower which just made things worse.

Xiao noticed your struggle and gave you one of the new shirts that he recently bought. You took it, wrapped it around your waist, and mouthed a quick 'thank you'.

"Awh man, why did you do that?" "For real, don't ruin other people's fun man," xiao turned around and started spitting random insults at them: "Just. What the fuck is wrong with you, are you really spending your day in a random mall making women feel bad, embarrassed even? Get a fucking life."

The guy behind you scoffed and put his hands up, "right bro, it's not a big deal calm down, Jesus."

"just, fuck you."

You looked at xiao and gave him a small smile. He took your hand and walked towards the boba shop after the ride ended.

Scaramouche:

"You alright?" "Yeah, I'm terrific," you said and pulled your skirt a bit lower. He could sense a bit of sarcasm in your tone. "Is it true?" "Is what true?" "Those guys behind me keep making weird comments about my skirt and the way I look, like, is it too short? Why didn't you tell me at home, I could change it there," "What's up with you name, you look amazing in this skirt, I think it fits you perfectly..." "Thanks but they are making like, uh, different types of comments?"

He turned around and saw two guys behind you making weird hand gestures and laughing while looking at you.

"Hey! Cut it out," they both turned towards him. "Sorry what?" "Don't play dumb, you know what I'm talking about." "Oh, you're saying that complimenting people is a sin now? Damn sorry I didn't know. My bad."The other one was laughing hysterically.

Scaramouche was ready to continue that fight for ages but you stopped him: "Scara stop it, it's not a big deal. Just let it go." "Yeah, listen to her, it's not a big deal shortie,"

This was the breaking point for him. He punched the guy right in the face but gladly not hard enough for him to fall back. Gladly the ride has ended. You took scaramouches hand hurried in a different direction.

"You know I really should be mad at you for punching that guy but still I'm truly happy that you did. Thank you."

A/n: is this like super questionable? yup. am i still gonna post it? yup

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scarystoriesfromthegayside · 3 months

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Fishing Trip

Anthony wanted to go fishing one random day. We had been going almost every Saturday since we were kids but on a Thursday, and we both were off he was ready to head to our fishing spot. He picked me up in his truck, all that we need was in the back. I had asked what was the occasion of going today instead of our usual day. "You'll find out soon," he said. And my heart went in total anxiety. Once we were there, Anthony put the truck in park. He sat there and gave a deep breath. His hair was long, his body was slim, and from what I've seen he has one amazing piece. "What is it?" I asked. Then he turned and looked me into the eyes. "I have to piss," he said. My first thought was okay then? But then I was thinking of how that was my top fetish. A man's piss. Either just seeing them piss or have them piss on me. He jumped out of the truck and went in front of the truck. I expected him to have his back to me. Which he did but then I saw him pull his jeans down to his shoes, revealing his slim ass. Not plump but quite satisfying to look at, and was quite hairy as well. He then started taking off his shirt. Then he bent down, revealing his ass more to where I almost see the hole, he was undoing his shoes and taking them off along with his socks. Then he turned, with more reveal, his dick was soft and hanging out from his bushy pubes. He stood there looking at me with all his nakedness and my dick was getting very thick between my jeans. His next action made my heart and dick jump sky high. He started to piss. He then started to play in his piss. Flinging his dick up and down, making his slim body wet, also hitting his mouth. He raised his dick up till he was drenching himself with his piss. I hesitantly stepped out of the truck keeping my eye on him. I slipped my shirt off, undid my pants and pulled my shoes off till I was only in my socks like Anthony. I walked towards him and once I was really close he grabbed my head and pulled me into a kiss. Our bodies grind together as we kissed fiercely, feeling the wetness of his piss. We broke apart as he raised his dick up and started to piss again upon me. Warm and wet, I did the same raising my dick to release my golden fountain on his skin. The warmth made both of us moan and kiss. When we were done, Anthony turned towards a picnic table and walked to bend over it. “Do whatever you want with it,” Anthony said. I stepped towards his hairy ass and bent a knee till his ass was in my face. I planted my face into his, laying my tongue on his opening, tasting the mix of musk and sweat and I went hard. I kept licking and Anthony moaned with pleasure on each lick. “Fuck me please,” Anthony begged. I stood to place the head of my dick towards his opening. My spit was enough to slip in easily. Anthony moaned loud as my shaft stretched him out. I stayed inside, making Anthony squeeze in around my dick. I then thrust more and more until I was going in harder and harder. Anthony screamed to fuck him harder until I was ready to come. “Wait,” Anthony said. Just then he forced me out of him and he turned to bend in front of my dick. I jerked my dick, screamed in the wood and came hard all over Anthony’s face and some in his mouth. Then Anthony moaned loud and I looked down to see his dick squirt out his white stuff. Anthony stood and kissed me, his mouth still with my cum. “Let’s go fishing,” he finally said.

#gay #gay underwear #gayfeet #gayerotica #gay bear #gay art #gayhot #gayman #gayboy

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lacontroller1991 · 8 months

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Whumptober Day 5: Roman Sionis x F!Reader

Main Master List || Whumptober Master List

Day 5: Hostage/Kidnapping/Held at Gunpoint

Summary: With reader now being known as Roman Sionis’s girlfriend, she becomes an easy target.

WARNINGS: 18+ Graphic depiction of physical assault, graphic mention of blood/bruises/swelling, gang violence, mention of drugs, reader didn't know that Sions runs a mob, graphic depiction of murder, gun usage, slight PTSD

The room is cold and dark. You don’t know where you are but you definitely know that you’re not back at home. Home. A place where you were ripped away from without anyone knowing. A harsh hand slaps across your face, causing your head to whip to the side. “I’m going to ask you this one more time, where is Sionis keeping his supply.” You let out a whimper as the man you don’t know grips onto your face, squishing your already aching face in between his short, fat fingers.

“I told you, I don’t know what you’re talking about!” Another slap lands across your face as you spit out some blood.

“So you’re meaning to tell me that Sionis’s little pet doesn’t know where he’s storing the drugs?” The man snarls as your eyes widen. Drugs? What on earth is he talking about? Sure, Roman is a bit… eccentric, but he wouldn’t be dealing drugs. Would he?

“What drugs?” You cry out, the rope binding your arms to the chair rubbing your skin raw as the man backs up, looking you over.

“Do you seriously not know that your lover is a crime boss?” He laughs as the others around you also laugh, confusion among other feelings predominating your emotions.

“He owns a club. That’s all he does.” You try to defend but something tells you that even you don’t believe it.

“Oh you sweet, sweet child. You really don’t have a clue. Roman Sionis owns a club, it’s true. But he is also one of the crime lords supplying Gotham with its drug problem.”

“No, you’re wrong.” Tears well in your eyes as your brain starts putting the pieces together. The random stains in some of his clothes. The faint smell of gunpowder. The random screams you hear. His off-putting behavior. It all makes sense now. Sensing your revelation, the man motions to two of the guys behind you.

“Take her away.”

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“Roman.” Zsasz walks in, a packet in his hands as Roman looks up from his desk, hair messy and still in his pajamas.

“What is it? Did you find her?” He walks around the desk towards his right hand man. The first few hours of your disappearance Roman has just thought that you finally decided to leave him and he threw a rage fit. He really only calmed down when Zsasz pointed out the fact that all of your stuff is still in the apartment and nothing was missing, only you. Which led to the conclusion that you have been taken. In which Roman quickly mobilized his men to try and hunt you down.

Handing Roman the file, Zsasz quickly steps away, knowing that Roman would likely throw another fit once he sees the contents. Opening the file, he pulls out the photos and he sees red. One photo is you in a chair, tied to the posts. Another photo is more of a close up where he sees the rope cutting into your skin. The last photo is another close up, but this time of your face. Bruises and swelling around your eyes, beaten cheeks, bruised, swollen, bloody lips and it makes his blood boil.

“What do you want to do boss?” Roman looks up and Zsasz’s eyes widen. Sure he’s seen Roman angry, but the calmness on Roman’s face even has Zsasz intimated.

“Gather everyone.”

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The sound of gunfire stirs you out of your unconsciousness and causes you to jump, only to be met with resistance. Men shouting orders and profanities barely contrast to the amount of gun fire being shed. You begin to cry, terrified of what’s going on. You try to get out of the binds but it’s only rubbing against your already broken skin. After a few minutes the gunfire stops, shoes clicking against the floor and you can hear a gun cock.

“No. Please. No. No.” A voice begs as the footsteps stop.

“Where is she?” The voice sounds vaguely familiar but it also sounds muffled, like there’s a mask covering the voice.

“She’s in there!” Your eyes widen as you realize that they’re talking about you. Full out crying, you’re trying to loosen the rope as much as possible but it doesn’t budge.

“Thank you for your cooperation.” A single gunshot rings out and you let out a sob, shutting your eyes and silently praying that whoever just murdered that person is not here to murder you. “Open it.” The door creaks open as feet rush in, one coming directly towards you.

“Please don’t hurt me. I’m innocent. I didn’t do anything.” You beg, tears falling down your face as you turn away.

“Shh, shh, it’s okay. I’m here. Roman’s here.” Your eyes slowly open as much as they can as you turn your head towards the voice.

“Roman? What are you doing here?” He shushes you as you feel your hands become free, the rope that was once holding you back now gone as you surge into Roman’s arms. “Oh Roman, it was so terrible. They said terrible things. They said that you run a gang and that you’re storing drugs?” His silence is deafening and you realize that the person who had you captured was right. “He was right, wasn’t he?”

“I don’t know what you’re talking about,” he dismisses your claim but you know.

“I can’t believe you. Why would you do that?”

“Look baby, we can talk about this later, but we need to get you some medical care. Kay?” You begrudgingly decide to let it go, letting Roman help you out of the chair. He motions for Zsasz and another henchmen to help you but you jerk away from them and into Roman. “You guys go away,” Roman motions for them to leave and as they do, Roman sweeps you up into his arms, knowing that you probably won’t like the fact that the floors are littered with bodies. “Just focus on me, okay. I’m going to get you out of here and we’ll talk.”

“Promise?” You lay your head into his shoulder as he struggles not to gag at the fact that your blood is getting on his Gucci suit.

“I promise.”

#roman sionis x you #whumptober 2023 #whumptober #lacontroller1991 #Ewan mcgregor #harley quinn and the birds of prey #harley quinn movie #reader insert #female reader #roman Sions x reader #black mask

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