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rreids · 3 days

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SHOW ME • S. REID X READER

gn reader with female anatomy; smut; guided masturbation; unprotected sex w/ no mention of contraceptives (do not do what they do); dirty talk; ~1.4k words

“Spencer?” You ask softly, fiddling with the sleeves of his sweater over you. Your hair drips water onto the shirt and the floor. “Can I sleep with you tonight?”

His brows raise. “That was the plan, wasn’t it?”

It was, it still was, but you’d thought of him while you were in the shower. Imagined that your hands were his, soaping your skin and sliding over your breasts and the curves of your ass hips. You didn’t want innocent cuddles, it wouldn’t be enough for you.

You swallow. “I mean in another way,”

Spencer sits up. “Sit,” he pats the mattress and you oblige, folding your legs under your and folding your hands politely on your thighs. He tilts your head up to face him, studying you so intently you want to look away. “What’s going on in that pretty head?”

“Thought about how good your hands would feel.” You whisper out the words in a rush. “Mine aren’t good enough anymore, I— I keep—” you sigh and look down. “I keep thinking about you when I get off because nothing else works anymore.”

He hums. “So you’re frustrated?” When you nod vigorously, he sighs, skimming his fingers over your collarbones. “Baby, you have to be sure you want this. I don’t want you to regret it tomorrow.”

You whine, frustrated with him now. “I’m sure, Spence, I’ve thought about you for weeks, but showering — using your body wash and smelling like you, I couldn’t help it… but it wasn’t enough because I knew you were right outside the door — and I—, I just want you.”

Your emphasis on the last word is what gets him.

Spencer leans back and your heart sinks before you see how blown out his eyes are. “Lean against the headboard.”

You scramble to move where he wants and stare at him, wide-eyed, as he creeps a hand under the sweatshirt and pushes it up to your stomach. You squirm. You’re wearing old and worn panties, but he doesn’t seem to mind — if he does, he doesn’t comment. “Spence?”

His heavy stare moves to your face. “Show me what you do when you think of me.”

“But I want you to touch me,” you whine, face burning as he spreads your legs further apart. “Please?” You soften your voice and smile at him sweetly.

“I will. Show me what you like first,”

“But…” your voice shakes with embarrassment and jitters, both excited and humiliated for him to see you like this. “What do I do?”

Spencer settles further, and you swallow at the sight of his hardening cock in his sweatpants. “Do whatever you want, sweetheart. If you show me what feels good, I can do it too.”

You sigh and nod, carefully guiding your hand towards your panties, scraping your nails over your stomach just hard enough to make you shudder. Spencer’s attention fills you with heat. Your fingers slip from teasing yourself over the fabric and into your underwear once his tongue darts out over his lips, tempting and so far away.

When you circle your clit, the muscles in your thighs twitch.

“You look so pretty,” he coos, and you whine in the back of your throat. “Do you just use your hands?”

“No, I— I use toys, sometimes,” your breath hitches and your hips stutter as you press with more force. “‘S not enough, Spence.”

“We’ll make it enough,” he moves to your side. “I want you to take your panties off.”

You hurriedly kick out of them, arching up into his touch as he slides your sweatshirt off too, lingering just a little too long on your breasts.

“I want you to do this,” he gropes your breast, flicking and twisting the nipple and kneading the soft flesh, “with your free hand while you get yourself ready for me.” You hum, hand moving up to cover where his had been.

It’s so much better, just from this. The scent of his cologne envelopes you in more heat, and your hips grind helplessly against your palm.

“Add a second finger,” he sounds far away, and you manage to open your eyes and look at him. His face is flushed at the peaks and, oh, he’s straining against his sweatpants enough that you see a wet spot. “Good, baby, you’re doing so well.” He whispers when you comply.

The sounds of your wetness fill the room, sloppy and needy, and it only furthers your desperation. Without his order, you add a third finger, back arching as the pressure builds in your stomach.

“Listen to yourself,” Spencer murmurs, voice filled with wonder. You’re gasping and heaving shaky breaths, cut with small moans. “So pretty.”

“Spencer—” you whine, voice breaking on the second half of his name. “Please.”

“Shh,” he soothes. “You’re doing so well. Let go for me,”

You see him palming himself over his sweats and that’s what does it for you, quivering as your orgasm crashes into you. You keep working yourself through it until you feel too sensitive.

“You looked so pretty,” he whispers, bending down to finally kiss you. It’s the hungriest his touch has ever been, barely restrained animalistic desire as he swallows your breaths and presses against you more urgently. It’s mind-numbing, the press of his lips to yours and the heat of him so close, how his breath fans over your cheek for just a moment before he dives back in for more.

“Spencer, Spencer,” you whisper between his kisses, whining at the rub of his shirt over your nipples as his chest flattens to yours.

“Hmm?” He doesn’t seem too interested in what you have to say, kissing the column of your throat and sucking a mark right below your ear. Your head lolls back as he soothes it with his tongue, and you paw restlessly at his shirt, wanting his flesh sticking to yours from the heat and sweat.

“Please… I need you,” Spencer smiles at that. “Do whatever you want, just… fuck, I need you.”

Spencer groans, lips crashing into yours again. He only pulls back to tug off his shirt, and you immediately run a hand over his chest and stomach, feeling the muscles tense under your touch.

He undresses hurriedly, rubs a soothing hand over the curve of your hips. “Can you spread your legs more for me?”

You do, whimpering at the sight of him so close to you. Every part of him is even more beautiful than you dreamed, and you want it so badly. Spencer groans softly as he presses into your warm heat, taps your thighs. “Now wrap them around me.”

When he’s fully flush to you, you realize he’s forced an angle into your g-spot, whimpering with each slow, powerful thrust into you.

“Spence, more, I can take it.”

“I know.” His brow furrows in concentration. “But I don’t know if I can, I’m—” he hisses when you clench around him. “Embarrassingly close. You feel so good.”

“Yeah?” You ask, breathless and high-pitched. “Bet you’ll be so pretty when you cum for me, Spence,”

He curses under his breath, picking up the pace. You’re fluttering around him, dangerously close to another orgasm. His brows are pinched, mouth dropped unconsciously, sweat rolling down his temple. You especially admire the veins in his arms, the way his muscles flex as he holds you down to the mattress.

“Spencer!” You cry and he moans in response, leaning down and locking his lips to yours. His hips stutter as you cum around him, and he fucks you through the aftershocks for both of you, whining high-pitched and quietly with each thrust as he twitches in you, spent.

“God, fuck,” Spencer gasps, trying to steady his breathing. “You’re so good.”

You whine and push him to pull out and get off of you before nuzzling against his chest. His fingers begin playing with your hair, almost mindlessly, soothing you as you come down. “Better than anything I imagined,” you mumble. “I’m going to jump you constantly, you know that?”

“As long as I don’t cum in like, two minutes, next time.” Spencer grumbles. “I feel like a teen again.”

“So I make you feel like a teenager in love?” You grin up at him, chin pressing into his chest. He pulls you up towards him and kisses you softly.

“You know you do.”

i dont like this one very much </3 sorry </3 as always not proofread

#my works #📚 sleepover #mdni #spencer reid x reader #spencer reid fanfic #spencer reid x you #spencer reid fic #spencer reid #criminal minds #criminal minds fanfic #spencer reid smut #spencer reid imagine #spencer reid oneshot #spencer reid scenario #spencer reid fanfiction #criminal minds x reader

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mingwrites · 3 days

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What do you think ateez would like to call their partner in bed (cute, romantic, derogatory... anything) and what they'd like to be called??

thanks for requesting and please enjoy <3

ateez & pet names

seonghwa ~ this man is a romantic through and through, and he will only ever shower you with the sweetest names he can think of. sweetheart, honey, and love are warm and gentle names that he uses a lot. / he loves to feel loved and taken care of, so endearing names like angel and simply baby are his favorites.

hongjoong ~ while he mostly calls you by your name (most likely as a show of dominance and to make things more intimate), he switches it up when the mood strikes him, going for names like princess/prince, and pretty girl/boy. / as a leader in all ways, he likes names that acknowledge that trait, like daddy, master, or captain.

yunho ~ he tends to use names that are a little out of the ordinary, such as pup or kitten, but when all else fails he finds he can’t go wrong with baby girl/boy. / if there’s one thing you need to know about yunho, it’s that the man has a serious thing for being called daddy. it makes him feel powerful, yet not like a tyrant. it’s as endearing as it is sexy.

yeosang ~ yeosang is a little too shy for “over-the-top” pet names, so he mostly sticks to babe or baby. on special occasions, he’ll call you his angel. / he doesn’t have a strong preference on what you call him, but he has always had a soft spot for the innocence behind your voice when you call him baby boy.

sannie ~ san will call you a range of names, but always with the word ”little” in front of it. that can be to show you how cute you are, like when he calls you his little darling, or to tear you down, as in his little slut. / san wants to feel powerful and in control, so he likes names like sir and daddy, but he also likes being praised with names such as sweetheart.

mingi ~ his favorite is to call you doll, because he thinks you’re as beautiful and precious as can be. when he wants to be more direct, he also likes pretty girl/boy. / mingi absolutely lives for compliments and praise, so he likes any name that falls into that category. pretty boy and good boy (especially good boy, my god) are his favorites.

wooyoung ~ the brat of all brats, wooyoung likes to call you names out of teasing, such as bitch or slut, mostly to get a reaction from you. / wooyoung loves teasing as much as he loves being teased. he goes especially wild for typically “feminine” names, like when you call him a little princess, and of course, a whore.

jongho ~ also a little shy, jongho tends to just use your name. though he’s not afraid of baby or honey either. on very special occasions, he will call you his beautiful woman/man. / despite how hard he tries not to let it show, his heart soars every time you call him something sappy and cute. his favorites are baby boy, baby bear, and my love.

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xxcherrycherixx · 2 days

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saw a post asking where the ancient greek based cupid redesigns are and immediately had to doodle some because yeah where the fuck are they???

btw researching ancient greek fashion fucking sucks balls, especially hair and jewelry. actually, researching anything ancient greek sucks balls-

the right one is much less based on actual history, i thought she should have a shorter chiton since she has actual wings and flies ya know? aerodynamics bestie. bone elemental cupid cant fly so rip girl you get the floor length one 💀

i mean if i wanted to be really "historically accurate"- i could have had her just be buttass naked like how her father is usually depicted 🤷‍♂️ that would be VERY aerodynamic tbh no wonder the man always has his junk out-

#ever after high #c.a cupid #monster high #my art #mdni

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redinkletters · 2 days

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i know you were touching yourself, baby. why are you trying to hide it from me, you think i’m stupid like you sweetie? no, no. don’t try to cry your way out of this. spread your legs again, do as i say or you won’t like the consequences of disobeying me. that’s right… fuck, look at you. you’re dripping down my sheets, honey. i can smell you from here. why don’t you show me how you were touching yourself? yes, i know mommy taught you how to do it but i don’t care… now you’re being shy? a few seconds ago, your fingers were knuckles deep inside your cunt and now you can’t even rub your clit? you’re truly disappointing me… don’t cry now, tears won’t soften my heart. what is it? you couldn’t make yourself cum? of course you can’t do it alone… you dumb little thing, didn’t even realize how corrupted your body is— but that’s what you asked for, remember? you wanted me to mold you to be a dumb whore, so dependent of mommy… now, start spanking your cunt. i wanna see you cry some more.

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rosyrosethorns · 2 days

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few more madoka memes before i stop for now

#madoka magica #puella magi madoka magica #mahou shoujo madoka magica #madoka kaname #homura akemi #sayaka miki #kyoko sakura #mdni

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boba-beom · 2 days

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taehyun and his noona kink thoughts 🫠

cryin bc idk where this thought came from but you being beomgyu’s older sister and whenever taehyun comes around to see gyu he always drags the way he calls you ‘noona’ 🫠

he’d be sweet and well-mannered when beomgyu’s around, a contrast from your younger brother’s behaviour towards you. but once beomgyu leaves the room taehyun’s aura switches up and starts flirting with you, “I missed you yesterday noona, didn’t get to see your pretty face.” or “you look good today, all for me, noona?”

and when you’re both in the kitchen, because beomgyu doesn’t want to cook, you’re by the stove cooking and taehyun lightly places his hands on your waist to ‘pass by’ when there was plenty of space. and though it shouldn’t, it made you blush from his flirtatious actions towards you.

at one point he’d linger over your shoulder, his warm breath fanning against your neck to check on the food, his chest gently pressing against your back and his quiet but sultry voice in your ear.

“noona, will you let me taste?” and your eyes widen in disbelief, turning your head to meet with taehyun’s eyes just a few centimetres away from yours.

“sorry what?”

“the sauce. will you let me taste the sauce?” and he’d tilt his head with a faux confused expression, but in his mind he finds this all too entertaining. “what did you think I meant?”

“nothing.” you shrugged, spooning a bit of the sauce on a teaspoon and feeding it to his mouth. your eyes focused on the way his lips enveloped the spoon before making eye contact with him. “but because you asked nicely, I’ll give you what I thought.”

and taehyun doesn’t answer that but rather he presses his bulge against you a little harder, leaving you with a smile far from innocent.

#mdni #smiles hard hours #the contrast of this and my last post is crazy #anyway #taehyun and noona kink forever #taehyun suggestive #taehyun smut #taehyun hard hours #taehyun hard thoughts #all these small thoughts are working up to my comeback #writers block go away!

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the-whispers-of-death · 15 hours

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Incubus reader with anyone you want oc or cod character

I'm not picky

-💬

CW: Starts out with non-con vibes (kinda), mention of torture

Incubus!Reader who sees Simon "Ghost" Riley in a strip club (the 141 were there for a mission) and thinks "Ah, a military man, he's easy prey." So you follow him from the shadows and sneak onto base because traveling into people's dreams is just so much easier when your bodies are closer together.

And you wait until the dead of night, when he falls asleep. You slip into his dream, wearing the most revealing robe with nothing underneath. You prepare yourself to give him the wettest wet dream ever, only for you to realize that he's having a flashback.

You see flashes of his time with Roba, being tortured. You feel the fear wafting off his dream self in waves, tainting the entire horny vibe that you had going on. He's so deep in the flashback, unaware of your presence.

And your cold, sex-driven heart melts with worry. You've never worried about mortals before, you've always took what you needed from them. But it's not so fun when they're not able to enjoy it themselves.

"Shh," you murmur, quickly using your dream manipulation magic to shift the dream into a better one. You shift the dream until you're both standing on a beach, calming waves pushing and pulling against the shore. "It's okay, you're safe."

Ghost stares up at you in shock, still feeling the fear he had been moments ago. But then he relaxes, realizing he is indeed safe. He doesn't question why you're there, he just runs into your open arms.

You've never comforted someone before, but your arms wrap around him so tightly. You cradle him close to your chest, having switched from the revealing robe to clothes that covered most of your skin. "I'm here, we'll stay here until you feel better."

And so you do stay, you stay in his dreams the entire night. Every time a flashback tries to creep into the sanctuary you created for him, you gently shift the dream back to the beach. You hold Ghost in your arms, his ear pressed against your pec to listen to your heartbeat.

When morning comes and he's about to wake, you leave the dream first. You wake up and you give one last look at Ghost before using the shadows to disappear.

Maybe you'll meet him again, maybe you won't. But you did good, for the first time in the centuries you've lived. And that's given you an odd feeling of power, a stronger power than sex has ever given you.

Reblogs are welcomed & appreciated! Asks are open, feel free to pop in and request something! (Check the rules in "Rules for Requesting NSFW" before requesting.)

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kel-lance · 1 day

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JJK Mafia Au (JJK x Reader) PART 2

Part 1

Warnings:- TW: Dead dove dont read (DDDR) Minors do not interact (MDNI): SA, Physical Assault, DubCon, NonCon, Mindbreak, Public Humiliation, Breeding, Ownership, Gaslighting, Multiple manipulation, RWORD, PTSD, a lot more toxic sh.

Premise: Reader lives in a city where the two biggest gangs keep things line until the third gang showed up. That had nothing to do with you though, until dumb luck just happened to favor you one day. Basically You’re picked up and used by every dangerous criminal within the clans due to some alliances they had to create due to some members messing up the previous alliances. ((Almost everyone’s gonna have a turn 🤗)) ( i have 11 more chapters planned out right now meaning after i write those ill still be writing more.)

“We’re done for today.” The large man reaches for his robes. You don’t bother to move. Just breathing hurt. It was his off day and he was deciding to break you in, deciding to keep you for however long you were durable. He was amused with your reactions. He liked it. He found it interesting how you were also trying to survive. He’d play along as your god now.

You lay in the bed and his finger prints stained your skin, each strike created blots of purple and blue and green. You liked bruises before, it showed how you fought for it.

You apparently woke up two days later, and he lets you rest. Your body finally turns off survival mode for a second, just a second to adjust to the warm room. Four walls, the nice smell, it was just another thing you weren’t used to. Stillness. It was boring. But under these circumstances you were glad to have your own padded room to deal with this.

The time you were left alone, you didn’t know how long that would be. Another hour or so you’d think he’d come back in, hearing as you’re up. Time for more torture, though do torture victims get a bed and tended to? It felt more like you were a sacrifice, meant to appease him, though no one handed you over.

You were brushed, scrubbed raw, and even felt a bit of shame for the way you were living compared to the two ladies who were taking care of you. But you didn’t know how long they’ve been in this line of work. Hell they honestly looked like they were born into it with the cold looks in their eyes. They could care less about your well-being, though they found and scrubbed every inch of you. Of course you didn’t want strangers to look at you, especially after such a moment that brought you here. To be real, these twins are probably the only people who knew you more than anyone you currently knew.

Friends? You had a few, some to help you out sometimes, some to let you crash at their place. It was all fair game to the people you knew. Life was never easy for them and they knew of you being a free spirit. You didn’t leech off of them for you’d always show up with something in exchange, usually something you stole but it would never get traced back, it was either too common (but useful) or just something that would never be brought out of shown off.

You weren’t a bad friend for it, if anything you were the perfect guest, though this time you didn’t mean to give yourself away for a few nights stay.

“I gotta get out of here, but where would I go? These people have already seen my face and I can’t tell how many more there would be. I can’t request anything to learn the layout of this place and no one will talk to me. If I leave I’ll have to run further and faster than I already have been…” You ponder more, sitting at the table placed in front of the window.

They’re smart enough to know what I’d do if I wanted to pick a fight with their lord, of course there are guards at more doors, even under the window out your room, and it’s safe to say that there’s even a guard at each vent that’s connected to your room.

“Why does it seem like I’m so special?” You sit and open the window, the guard below moves from his post to observe you on the same side has the other posted to view you. You look down at then and offer a wave, saying you’re not doing anything stupid, but you just wanted some air. One of them leaves, probably to get Sukuna.

“I bet he’s just a lonely loser and I just happen to fall into his lap, or maybe I was one of many and was the newest. The girls here looked like they could be in the same position as you, though why weren’t they? They didn’t look like they were his blood, and there was no way that he could be their dad. That would make things even worse since you’re close in age as the twins.

You see the guard go back to his post, nonchalantly. “Weirdo.” You thought. Not even a second later your room door whips open. Jumping from your place at the table, you turn and see who other than the man with the unpredictable entrances. “Finally up?” He leans on the door frame. “Honestly, you’re so dramatic for that.” He teased, being strangely familiar to you.

“Dude…” You caught yourself about to tell off this stranger. All you’ve known from him is that he’s having fun taking you and making you a toy, that his name was Sukuna and how everyone seemed under his control. Not that they enjoy it, but it didn’t look like anyone, even in their numbers, would stand up to someone like him.

It still wasn’t apparent for you. He only told you his first name, his last could tell you that you were in even more danger than any “normal” man doing this to you. It could be such a metaphor but you’re literally trapped in the best place you’ve ever been. Was that just life? all the bad comes up when you’re supposed to be happy, and realizing how good you’ve had it as it gets ripped apart in front of you? The balance of it all only comes with ignorance, which was also why you wouldn’t get attached. You didn’t run to one person for everything you didn’t need more than what you’d ask for and that wasn’t much. If they were lucky you’d be there for 3 days at most.

You lost your voice, his presence set in, bringing you out of your (if you can all it that) relaxed state. He notices you tense up, the look in your eyes begging him to give your body a break. He huffs and saunters into the room, taking a seat at the end of the bed, the side that’s facing you. “You had some time to clear your head, now tell me what was your intention. Playing dumb suits that pretty face of yours… But that’s not why I’m here.”

You sure knew nothing about this guy. Other than his name and how his body looked. How he felt was different, it just happened so fast that you could only remember how it lingered in your belly after he left you the second time. It wasn’t something you can forget, those were the best orgasms of your life. “Sukuna… I’m serious.”

“You expect me to believe that? Did I hit you too hard?” You almost wanted to laugh, you saw stars and colors you couldn’t before his knuckles contacted your skull. Lifting his hand from his side to place under his chin made you flinch, a bit too hard for his liking apparently. It took a lot for you to muster standing up on your own, much less realize you had to get to the table by needing support from the wall. It was like you were in an ice skating rink and had to hold onto the walls for dear life, except there was no ice, it was just pain in your body not letting you level yourself out.

“When you’re ready to talk, I might hear you out. My patience is thin you already know.” He stands and closes your door, sent a shiver down your spine. Him not being close to you, or hurting you, having this quick visit was so unsettling.

It haunted you for hours. He didn’t touch you. The edge of the bed where he sat still held an energy, like he left a part of him right there to keep watch over you.

He definitely hit you too hard, you were thinking more outlandish things to go with this scenario. Like why didn’t the touch you? You thought he was going to keep a pattern, that maybe after this he would come in periodically to taunt you. That maybe his patience has worn out and he was going to get rid of you any minute now, or to use you again.

The trauma you got from this certainly messed with your self soothing methods. Every time you catch yourself hitting your peak of your self imposed orgasms, you were almost wishing you had more than just your fingers. You didn’t want him, but seriously its already been 2 weeks. You were gonna go crazy in here. The girls kept bringing you your meals, and a bathroom is attached, though you couldn’t do much by yourself.

You were to let the others feed and bathe you, and you honestly hated it. It was way too weird, you never talked to them, and they never tried with you so it felt like there was an agreement to just not speak about it. That none of you were here willingly. That gave you some insight. Your body healed itself enough that you didn’t need the wall to walk anymore, making your trips to the table in front of the window more frequent.

You notice some sort of schedule Sukuna follows, as well as a few other noticeable men in this kind of gated community. Whatever he has gong on here, it felt like you were almost a stolen princess locked away in a tower or something. “You have GOT TO get a hold of yourself.” You didn’t need to see a doctor or someone, you were fully aware that these thoughts were just you daydreaming to escape reality, yet again. Though this time it was getting boring, you couldn’t help yourself, literally.

At this point you wanted to even ask one of the guards if they wanted to come in and help you out, but you didn’t have to do that, because a day later you decided to act. Rolling around night time, you decided to open your window a noticeable amount. By then the guards usually leave one guard to patrol the grounds in each quarter.

The ones outside your door either end up sleeping or one leaves the other for a bathroom break, some nights they both go, probably to blow each other you thought. It wasn’t any of your concern, they did it before when you could barely move, but now you were agile again, enough to move around without hissing at each moment.

Placing your ear to the door, you heard light snoring through it. “Okay, just find his room you thought. You knew that it took about 60 steps to reach a stair case, then that would be about 24 steps down. You could hear his footsteps through the pairs of others who followed him, as his echoed with pace, and the others almost scuttled behind them like bugs..

You find your way slipping past heavy wooden doors, making sure it wouldn’t creak, you saw the walkway in the garden. You looked up and saw your room, you knew it was yours as it was the only one with the window open. you knew that the guard just left this fourth of his grounds. You were searching the area for his room. Peering through the windows, it would have been hard to tell if it was him, but his tattoos were honestly unique.

None of them were him, you go back to the walkway, going down the opposite end, just blindly working your way through. You couldn’t just walk through any door, it could be your last mistake, it being Sukuna or not. But it just had to be him, you wanted so badly to find his familiar face and just, you don’t know.

You decide to be more ballsy, there’s surely no way he’s be in the same quarters that has this many people,” you decide to take your chance with the left corridor. “I wouldn’t take him for a cuddly guy anyway.”

Listen, you know it sounds crazy, but if you even got to escape, you’d be hunted like a fox, unnecessarily, and as a spectacle for others to watch. But if you could find him, and do it yourself, “I mean, at least I’d die with something, and what a funny way to go.” You loved to joke about these kinds of things. Anytime it seemed dark, you’d find yourself cracking a joke or going off an other tangents from the barrage of thoughts coming your way.

You hold your breath as you set your fingers around the doorknob, you pull it back slowly, and turn it, to silence any squeaks it may have. After turning it fully, you let it go back and unclenched your fingers to let it go a second time, making sure there was no noise from the metal trap, and decided to go in.

What fucking luck you had as if you broke into another room you’d think your breathing would start to give you away. As you head towards the bed, the raising figure laying there was him. Your eyes had adjusted to the dark, so much so that you could just stand in front of him.

Looking down at him you wondered what you should do. You’re not going to kill him, that’s one thing, though you had nothing to lose, you still liked your life and you enjoyed whatever adventurous you got yourself into. It was always just one thing after the next and you’d rest when needed, but you loved it.

This was totally different though. Before it was like you were born into this work and have to abide by its rules. As of right now you could do /anything/. What else would you do?

You look down at him, kneeling at the edge of the bed to face him. Looking at his face like this, completely defenseless, his harsh eyes weren’t poking at you or telling you exactly what he was thinking. No he was just, he looked human. Like if you were to have met him at any other place it would possibly be on a magazine cover or an army recruitment booth posted wherever.

“Damn bastard is beautiful.” You thought. “I didn’t get this far to stop now. Fucking 2 weeks you keep me here and don’t do anything? Do you know how boring that is? You can’t just keep me here and forget.” All that time alone had gone to your head, did you forget how he treated you the time you met?

Tbh it fades in and out, your memory’s cut up pieces of film that randomly plays an old memory, and since you can’t recognize it, you call it a dream.

Nothing could take you away from where you were now. Looking over him, still not a care in the world. Nothing could wake him if he’d allow it. You cocked your head to align your eyes with his, and reach out and brush your fingertips across his jawline.

How much of this could you enjoy before he kills you for breaking out? Just that thought had you slowly leaning in, your hand before tracing his face was leaning onto the bed to support your intrusion.

First, you kissed his forehead. The poor fuck probably hadn’t felt the touch of a real lover in ages, he just finds and uses whatever and whoever he wants, whenever. Of course you didn’t pity him, but does he even know what being loved properly was like? You’re really one to be asking.

You peck the smooth, hot skin, and kissed a line across his cheek, getting more sensual with the next. His touch, even sleeping was still so manly. His body was so, honestly the words seem odd, but he looked so edible. Like you almost couldn’t keep your lips off of him. He was so yummy when you get a good look at him.

Cupping his face, your lips reach his, beginning to lightly stimulate the connection. You lean in further, applying yourself onto him, guiding open his mouth with yours as you lick his lips. This shit was getting you so excited, considering all that he’s done to you, having this moment, where you’re in control and he was at your mercy, and only you know this.

Continuing to make out with your kidnapper, you moved yourself to get on top of him. His lazy reaction of kissing back had you think he was a deep sleeper, god you really wished.

You opened your eyes just to make sure he was still asleep, but his eyes were staring back at you, with the same look he always has. You didn’t have time to even make a sound before he had you under him. His hand grabbed your waist and turned kept you parallel to him as his leg pushed his body to get on top.

You could feel his erection, he was basically stabbing your thighs with his head. His hands pushed your wrists into opposite sides of your head, and he has you immobilized as he sat on your legs. Most you could move was your toes and neck, but he had pressed his face up against yours.

“I don’t even know where to start with you. If you wanted to kill me, you would’ve already. Maybe I can believe you’re just some random, …but you wouldn’t have come to my room.” He lets a wrist go to reel back and strikes your face as a warning. Seriously, no sane person would just come straight back to him in your situation.

“The guard fell asleep?” Nothing gets by him. You can’t tell if he was just prepared for everything or if he planned this out. The excitement you were feeling before was being clashed with the sudden shock to your face. “Depending how the rest of the night will go will determine his punishment.”

Keeping everything in place, he moves your chin up by his nose, giving him space to start attacking your neck. “We’ll just start with yours.” His grasp tightened around each wrist, so much so that he was pulling on the tendons in your forearms, making your fingers involuntary curl.

Your luck may have run out, but you weren’t as scared. Trying to enjoy the moment as much as possible, knowing fully well that you’re about to be eaten alive, and god, youve been waiting. His teeth grazed your collar bone, making their way back up, making themselves a known threat to your neck.

“Speak.” He orders. “Who sent you?”

“You still think I’m a spy?” The spot where he hit you was pounding, but it didn’t hurt. Other parts of your body were just pulsating along with your heartbeat, you knew he was going to take that as a sign of fear.

“Hurry up, we have a meeting tomorrow so I’m trying to be considerate for everyone else.”

He’s still not listening. You weren’t either at this point, finding his roughing up sort of endearing. Maybe he didn’t want to get blood on his bed, or maybe he did care about that stupid meeting. All you could feel was vigorous pulsating from your wrists, your face, your heart, and more than anything else, your pussy.

This was literally what you came here to do, this was why he even took you with him wasn’t it? Seriously whatever big shot he thinks he is… this shit wasn’t legal; You were serious on going out with a bang, raising your hips to create some friction on his hard on.

Sukuna seemed to notice the look in your eyes and gave you another firm slap. “Focus, doll.” He adjusts his hips a few inches too far down your liking, his hands being the only thing touching you.

“Put it back.” You got this far, now he wants to start questioning you immediately after waking up? He picked you up after meeting and ignored you for two weeks, you’re about to do what most others would. Especially if they’re in the same situation with the same circumstances.

“You’re not the one to be giving orders, much less to me.”

You raise your hips back up to his head, having it dip into you, crossing your clit but unable to enter fully. His tip could find its way in no problem, it was just his call, and that almost drove him over the edge. You’ve stopped fighting back, for something like your freedom and what’s better for you.

What you were after now was just one more orgasm brought by that monstrous mf. He doesn’t drop his guard, or change his face at all as he accepted “your bait/distraction”. In this position, you’re still straight legged, laying in his bed as he has you held down, arms pinned, palms up, and legs trapped as he sat on your thighs.

He could easily kill you now, but it would honestly leave a bad taste as no one’s been killed in his room before, much less even entered without permission. You both didn’t know what to think really.

To you he’s some strange and strong asshole who’s been unclear if you were his sex toy or if you were “invited” and he was just being a terrible host. Honestly, it felt worse to you to have everything you needed; Without your freedom, you were honestly thinking it’d be better to be dead.

To him, you were dangerous. You got it all right. From the room, to the person to bump into, to the alley. You could have been a spy laying low, from whichever gang he thought you were from, he thought it would be good to hold you off to send a message to see who would come collect you first. They wouldn’t send someone if they didn’t have something to say.

At first he did just want to keep you until one of them sent them back another message. It didn’t matter what happened to you, honestly he got bored. He’s a busy man, there was really nothing else to say.

So imagine his surprise how you came crawling all over him tonight. He knew an assassin would’ve done it before he even knew the door opened, they were to make sure it was quick. The attack would have had to been fatal, whether they succeed in one shot or have them die as they’re leaving. And how quick they leave is how desperately they want to live.

You, just came in to stare at him and decided you wanted something else. And it didn’t seem like revenge. That was a first, especially for him. Right now he was allowing it, letting you go. There was no way you could harm him, he concluded.

Looking down at you squirm and pout, upset on how close you were to getting what you’ve been aching from and for. He won’t drop his guard, but he sure as hell was silver platter served. Really how badly did you want it?

He connects your wrists at the top of your head with one hand, the other has its index finger and thumb at the base, controlling himself with those two fingers. He raises his erection and knocked it against your clit, the strikes sent waves of pleasure from your core to the top of your head and palm of your feet, having you whimper out.

Your aching hole needed him, it was taking him so long. Seriously you wish he’d kill you now because this so actually torture. The only thing you could do was start to cry, tears leaving their corners and running into your hair. You were more than frustrated. Angry, horny, needy, powerless, you wanted it so bad you were losing control, it didn’t matter, no one else could judge you, and who would be worse than Sukuna?

“You came in here, climb all over me, just to cry now? You’re so pathetic.”

“Please,” You whine. “I want you to put it in.”

His face changed, from laughing at you beg, to sharpening his focus. Even after all this, getting caught, threatened, insulted, you’ve started to beg for it. He takes his legs up from pinning yours, putting them to your sides as he aligns himself to your front hole. “Say it again.”

“Please Sukuna, put it in-“ He lowers his hips and dives deep into you. He watches as your head writhes. Instantly youre spread apart, the sudden plunge casted a warm blush across your face and electricity towards the tips of your fingers. “Oooh,”

“Fuuuuuck.” He finished for you. He continues to grind deeply into you, quickly using his now free hand to gag you from waking everyone up. Good thing too as you were messy, fucked silly couldn’t cover it. You gave up control a long time ago. He wouldn’t kill you, not right now anyway, you especially wouldn’t let him without trying to get one last nut. It was diabolical how down bad he had you. It was more of your unhealed trauma and he just happened to be the best person to help you out, willing or not.

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You lay there as the base of your back ached. Every part of your body was bruised again, you could only imagine to move again as you tried catching your breath. You had lost count on just how many times he’s forced an orgasm out of you, mind numbingly rich euphoria every time. Nothing else mattered, you were more than thrilled the first 2 times but started to wonder if he ever got tired.

It wasn’t until after your fifth orgasm that he managed to get his first one in. You were honestly almost regretting climbing into his room but his second had him pinning you on your back as he lay on your lower torso and legs. You couldn’t feel anything but your pulsating cervix, half feeling good from the pain and lingering pleasure, the other half making you know that this was a mistake and the nausea was on you.

Raising your free arm, you weakly start to pat his head. It was over, you insatiable perverted needs were fulfilled, so what were you going to do now? It’s not like you’re in love with the guy, you don’t even know if you’ll get to wake up tomorrow with this stunt. “It was worth it.” You thought. Running your fingers thorough his hair, and tracing his back, you fall asleep holding him, accepting that this is it.

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queenie-the-court-jester · 3 days

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imagine #1

you just finished fucking around with Mimi and Riley. Your nightly fuck sessions if you will. You were spent so you got up to use the bathroom, not noticing Mimi had that certain glint in her eye as you turn your back.

Just as you finished washing your hands, you hear the most pained Yelp from Riley. Slowly turning around, Mimi was sucking him off. Except.. she was biting his cock like a chew toy. She was even growling like a feral dog!

You quickly rushed over and tried coercing her to let go. Finally releasing Riley's dick, you saw it had bright red bite marks and was leaking a little blood. It's going to be a looong night of waiting in the ER...

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medic-simp · 3 days

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15 break up sex?

Like You Still Love Me - Silco Smut

Rating: Explicit Content Warnings: office/desk sex, gender neutral anatomy with the exception of "cunt", no pronouns for reader, silco pov, p in v/a sex, porn with a little bit of plot, cheating

no beta !

Silco is not one prone to “bad decisions”, but it should be obvious that a relationship with his employee was a terrible idea.

The breakup was messy and problematic, sending an array of tense situations his way. Between awkward meetings to discuss finance and import status and the occasional glare, the most apt description was uncomfortable.

However, the current situation is far from uncomfortable–physically that is. Buried deep inside your cunt? Pulling you back into his every thrust? Definitely not as uncomfortable as it could be.

Despite your compromising position, you still find it in you to glare at Silco over your shoulder as he fucks you from behind, poorly masking your impending climax.

“Couldn’t get off without me?” he taunts, watching the rage on your face slowly crank up. “You always did wonders for my ego.”

You grit your teeth. “Don’t let it get to your head, you aren’t the only dick I’ve had this week.”

“Come again?”

Without his knowledge, Silco’s fingers tighten their grip on your waist, hips snapping harder into you. If the “o” of your mouth is anything to go off of, he would say you almost did come again.

“I. Fucked. Someone. Else.”

“Who?”

As if it wasn’t already, Silco’s blood pressure is spiking at your spiteful silence, watching you grin to yourself.

“Who did you fuck?” Silco grits out, taking hold of your hair and pulling hard. When did ‘splitting up’ mean fucking someone else within days.

You look over your shoulder, making a show of how exposed your throat is with the way Silco pulls your hair back.

“The lovely sheriff of Piltover.”

Red, all Silco sees is red. Red and the brutal, carnal need to dominate–to take back what’s his. Silco abandons his hold on your hair to grab both wrists and pin them behind your back, forcing your front against the hard surface of the desk with a dull thunk. Your low moan is not the sound Silco wants to hear but it spurs him on nonetheless as he drills into your backside with relentless fervor.

“Mmmnnn he has a big dick too,” you groan, boots scrambling on the floor as you try to find purchase, “I think you– ah!– have competition, Sil.”

You’re getting close to your release, clenching tight around him in frequent throbs, stuttered cries of his name tumbling from your lips alongside your cruel story telling.

“And he came inside.”

Silco’s hand comes down hard on your ass and you cry out again.

“You think you can get rid of my claim on you that easily?” he hisses, slowing his pace to settle on something harder and more brutal that has your climax fading away. Your hedonistic whine confirms this. “I’m not a man you can just forget.”

“I know!” You yelp, squirming against his hold on you, walls still clamping down on Silco’s cock as you adapt to his changes and get close again.

“If you know then why did you do it?” Silco’s voice is ragged, your tightness becoming too much to handle as you tumble off the peak of your orgasm, going rigid in the throes of your pleasure. Silco is not far behind, finding it hard to even thrust into you with how fiercely your body takes him, not wanting to let go as he throbs out his release inside of you.

Bated breaths fill the thick office air, the smell of sweat and sex an odor Silco will have to remedy with a few smokes.

“Why did you do it?” he asks again, throat dry and hoarse with the visceral groans he had bitten back whilst filling you up.

When he releases your hands they fall limpishly to your sides and you make no attempt to get up or even look at Silco. The shame is evident in your shaky voice.

“So you would fuck me like you still loved me.”

#lilith answers #silco #arcane #arcane silco #silco x reader #silco x you #silco arcane #mdni #smut

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ohheyitsjustbear · 4 hours

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Random old pic from my locked folder, enjoy

Tips ♡ Treats

#me #mine #mdni #enby #nb #nonbinary #lookitsbear #red light #fishnets #tummy #old pic #nsft #nsft community #tease

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icarus-star · 3 days

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(twt p✧rn link)

doggy style with gavin 😵‍💫

#i ❤ rory culkin #rory culkin #rory culkin x reader #rory culkin smut #gavin sneaky pete #sneaky pete #twt links #mdni #my gif

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thefreckledgymrat · 3 days

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It's upper body days that make me feel big🥰

#thefreckledgymrat #mdni #minors do not interact #minors dni #read my pinned post #bodybuilding #bodybuilder #women's bodybuilding #wbb

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rosyrosethorns · 3 days

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yknow what. madoka memes are good for when i cant come up with indulgent content.

#madoka magica #puella magi madoka magica #mahou shoujo madoka magica #madoka kaname #homura akemi #mami tomoe #sayaka miki #kyoko sakura #hitomi shizuki #kyuubey #mdni

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greysonsward · 3 days

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Beautiful Moon AU

I've wanted to get to this part of the story since I started this series and now that we're getting closer to the end I hope all of you are ready for the FINALS!

Episode: 1 2 3 4 5 6 7 8 9 10 11 12 13 14 15 16 17 18 19 20 21 22 23 24 25 26 27 28 29 30 31

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#fnaf eclipse #fnaf moon #moondrop fnaf #fnaf sun #fnaf sb fanart #fnaf sb ruin #fnaf security breach #sun and moon fnaf #BMAU #the daycare attendant #my art #mdni #self insert art #beautiful moon AU

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