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mushroom-for-art · 2 years

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I have brain rot so here's another Hexolot who's a hybrid between @my-quirk-is-fred's species and a random alien species I designed for something else, incredibly not Canon but both aliens have: multiple eyes, tentacle/tendril hair, glowy patterny bits and brain went lmao wouldn't it be funny if they just went yea I'd tap. And so they did. Info and long haired version under cut.

I wanna start by saying the Hexolot was likely the 'mother' species receiving the dna to create child as the species I made unnamed would've preferred to keep their child safe on their ship but this oc is on other ships so the Hexolot likely left after a nice space meeting and had child later.

Hexolot dna seems pretty dominant so obviously it more heavily shows in the child.

Short king, has vibes of a dude and answers general to anything but resonates with he more so and people tend to assume they're a he too, significantly shorter than the average hexalot as the 'father' species is small themselves probably idk 5ft if stood from head to toes and idk how tall Hexolot are but I assume they're taller than people so this oc is short. (especially compared to half prehex who definitely stands over him like >:3)

Ship engineer can fix literally anything and everything on a ship, catch him working on things to keep ship going. He only took engineering as he was good at it told by teachers to pursue what he was good at and succeed, rather than learn about what he liked and fail.

He actually really likes plants he's just, really really bad at keeping them alive, in his original mental concept he had an experiment intelligent sentient plant he made (probably illegally(yes its still illegal in space)) called Delpheen but I don't know if I'm keeping that.

Because of his 'father' species he was born with a lot of incredibly short hair tendrils that have grown out a little but remain short as due to weird hybridization his genes probably just tell him to keep youngling hair permanently likely latching onto the Hexolot short hair gene making it more dominant.

He's actually capable of moving each individual one and can make them grow which he uses for climbing around in vents (sus) when working, this is also from the 'father' genes as they climb around similarly.

All his eyes are fully functional, his top eyes are better at night vision though and help process extra information making him very good during power outs or dark places, though the eye shine can spook people.

Finally from his 'father' species comes the metal structures on his face and growing from his tusks/pincers. The species naturally produces cobalt on their face as facial markings and in defensive situations and so he has his own markings and changing the shape of his tusk/pincers likely binding to some recessive dna that would've made those shapes normally.

His extended tendrils do grow a fine metallic cobalt sheath making them slightly defensive and he has warning makings just for show to scare people off if needed.

Oh also surprisingly good with kids? The 'father' species has a very strong active protect child instinct and kids seem to sense he's a soft touch despite being a bit socially inept with adults.

Does not understand the "go bother someone else" parents, who then get annoyed that he's the person watching their kids keeping them safe and outta trouble cause you shooed off your young one? You did not supervise? You can't get mad at me watching over them?? I literally work here??

And doesn't get when people get annoyed if he asks if they even wanted kids considering they always shoo them off. Cause let's be real they'll always be the go away type parents who don't want to interact with their kids but like obviously still love them, it's just hard for him to comprehend as in his 'father' species babies and young are almost always constantly carried around by an adult of the family so it's strange to him, shooing a child away feels wrong.

The kind of crew member to wake up to a power shortage, roll over cause its not his shift they can fix it, then proceed to throw himself outta bed when he remembers a single mom on deck 6-C with a baby that needs bottle feeding every hour and last time these idiots took 3 hours to fix a 30 minute problem so he's GOING cause someone's gotta make sure this baby gets fed! Outta the way you incompetents.

Hand him a baby and he will hold the baby support the neck and body and any extra alien parts that need extra support while the parent works, doesn't make a scene or fuss.

#my art #my oc #Hexolot oc #@my-quirk-is-fred's species #Overdesigned characters? In my art blog? It's more likely than u think #So much lore that'll never be touched upon lmao #Ngl don't actually like the long haired design but the hair stretch was Canon to begin with #Mainly the mental image of a tendril going up into a vent and him just *goes up disappears*#Off to the mines!#Catch him in weird poses that can't be comfy in inclosed spaces fixing things #Delpheen the sentient and kinda murder plant may have been replaced with good with kids lmao IM SORRY Delpheen #If ur curious about my alien species plz don't look its not as good as Quirks #Don't talk to me till I've eaten this mug kind of person he struggles with talking to coworkers probably cause he kinda hates his job #But like will let a kid hang around and even put some screws back into things safely if the others on board are bullying them #Ends up with kids trying to climb him and he's just there like *oh no*#This will probably be the last one I make lmao don't wanna bombard quirk with loads of Hexolot they likely have enough XD

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godzexperiment · 1 year

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i for one think the fact nix doesn't use water bottles for their intended purpose kind of horrifying

#drinking cw #<< falling apart at the seams i cant deny >> headcanons #(nix pouring several expired energy drink cans etc+liquor into an water bottle and killing his taste buds in one fell swoop)#(plz dont picture him trying to be helpful offering water and then being like oh oH oh no i am so sorry)#(or just you know taking an sip without asking and babey boy like .... i swear its not just chemical soup)#(sometimes its also just a plant storage device)#(like sure there is some water- but there's also mostly dirt and maybe an poisonous flower whoops)#(in those case though it's usually noticed before accident could happen)

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aloeverawyvren · 1 year

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Plant of the day: Thyme- Thymus vulgaris

This small perennial is also called garden thyme, common thyme, and german thyme. Native to the Mediterranean, it is a member of the mint family (lamiaceae). Flowers are small and either pink or purple.

To grow: Thyme grows around 8-12 inches high, because of its place of origin being the Mediterranean it does well in full sun and well drained soil.

In food: Thyme has been included in cooking for a very long time, used to flavor breads,stews,soups,potatoes,and basically any type of vegetable or meat. It is part of the classic French collection of herbs called bouquet garni and herbes de Provence mix. Its said to taste a bit spicier than its cousin oregano and depending on species lemon, orange, lavender, or even coconut can be detected.

In Medicine: Thyme contains an antiseptic called thymol, an active ingredient in mouthwashes and skin care products. Its an expectorant as well as antimicrobial. Many recipes can be found to be used for colds, coughs, and sore throats. ( before using herbs or supplements you should talk to your doctor, especially if you take medications or you don't know if your allergic or not. Herbal based products/supplements are regulated very loosely. I'm talking generally here about any plant not just this one)

In History: Thyme was used in ancient Egypt for use in embalming. Ancient Romans believed thyme could protect against poison. Greeks associated it with courage and strength. In the Middle Ages it was used as a sleep aid and repelled nightmares, also in this period of continued to represent bravery and was carried into battle. The herb was also believed to protect against the bubonic plague. In 20th century Wales it was said you could escape a fairy ring by casting marjoram and thyme into the circle, this is said to confuse the fae.

In Victorian flower language thyme stands for activity.

This was fun to research and I hope you thought it was cool! I'm researching different plants for fun and thought I'd share.

#This was a nightmare to type out #i'm on mobile #I think I might have dyslexia #herbal #plaguecore #cottagecore #botany #plants #The info here is cross referenced from different sites and books #if you want specific sources I would be happy to oblige #I can't wait to grow some #If you have info I left out tell me plz

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kaicubus · 1 year

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Hidden in the Trees | Karaku

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warnings ✩° : 18+ smut, cunnilingus, a pinch of degrading, mostly praise, demon sex, size difference, overstimulation!receiving, some masochism!receiving, consensual sex, cursing.

pairing ✩° : karaku x fem hashira!reader

premise ✩° : after escaping the fourth upper moon hantengu, you find yourself running into a forest with what seems to have no exit. with no other way to go, you're forced to face the strangest of the demon clones, the pleasure demon.

word count ✩° : 4.2k

authors note ✩° : yippee another one down!! 2/4 look out for the rest...trying to get them all down in a timely fashion plz bear with me!!

©kaicubus do not steal

part one here!

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Was this the same demon from before? There was no way. The demon standing in front of you looked pleasant. Still, demon like, with thick veins pumping cold blood around his eyes and a plum-like color darkening his under eyes and forehead. What irked you most was that this clearly was one of Hantengu’s clones, but it looked nothing like who you saw before. This one, was attractive, almost, with a much more muscular built and tall stature. Now, he looks like a worthy opponent, all in all which terrifies you. Was he really the same demon who was crawling on the ground before?

You shift your feet into an instinctive kill mode, feet planted firm into the ground below, your movements making crunching noises against the plethora of dry leaves. You gain awareness of all the trees surrounding you two, the green of their lushness flurrying down. It’s an uncanny sort of feeling. For some reason, even when faced with one of the most powerful ranked demons, the setting around you was eerily calm. Not just the way the leaves fall slowly and the wind just barley picks up, but the demon who stands before you seems like he has already won the battle that hasn’t even started yet.

You stare at the green eyed demon with a murderous glint in your eyes and thinly pressed lips, mentally preparing for the worst. But, instead, the worst doesn’t happen. Rather than harvesting your life, you hear a lowly chuckle almost gurgle out of the demon’s throat, paired with a loud thumping noise start to approach you, slow enough to notice the horrible sinking feeling in your gut but too fast for you to do anything about it. With every step closer, the demon’s smile grows, watching as you move backwards right into the thick trunk of a tree.

You look back, then back at him, feeling a cold sweat start to form on your brow, mostly from confusion as to why this demon is so calm. He doesn't even look like a demon, and certainly doesn't look human. With your shoulders square, you back into the tree even more and hold your sword further in front of you, not being able to hide your shakes as the shirtless figure is now standing over you.

As the shadow of the night leak through the thick foliage of the trees above, the dark markings on this clone’s face make him even more spine chilling. He’s so close,

“And you thought I wouldn't catch up. You managed to lose me back there.” The demon speaks, holding his square shoulders up low, almost relaxed like. “I’ve fought humans before, but, I didn't think anyone could ever outrun me. I’m impressed. You have my attention.”

Have his attention? In what world would you ever want his attention? You wanted to scream at him, rip his head off with your bear hands, end this, and go home, but the demon in front of you clearly isn't taking you seriously.

“Is this a game to you?!” Your shoulders tense, anger piquing as you grip onto your sword handle more.

“To me, of course. But to you, it might be a bit more scarier than a game.” The demon in front of you draws his claws up to your chin and raises your face up to his unmatched, demonic height. The dark emerald green color fills your vision and that’s when you finally realize which clone of Hantengu’s he is.

“Karaku.” You mutter under your breath. Karaku, the demon clone who possesses the pleasure emotion of his host. You always thought that out of all the emotions Hantengu could have, pleasure was surely the weirdest one. That said, you didn’t know what you were up against, in fact the thought alone of what pleasure entailed made you nearly weep with all the gruesome feelings imaginable. But you hold your ground.

Karaku smiles slowly at you, his head tilting down and even closer to you, nearly enough to kiss you. Despite what you think, there’s no seemingly malicious bone in his body. Yet at least.

“That’s right. You know who I am. That’s good. Now, could I ask what a demon slayer like you is doing alone? And with no sword, that’s kind of like your whole thing right? You wave around a sword and slice my head off, right?” Karaku shifts his hand onto his face, curling his cold fingers on his cheek, “With no sword...and clearly no ability to actually fight me. You’re useless. Right? That makes this fun.”

You look down at your sword, confused, but suddenly feel a harsh gust of wind blow your way, knocking you off your feet.

There’s only a second from that to the moment where your back hits the ground and your sword is thrown out of your hand. Upon impact, you close your eyes and throw your crossed arms over your face, fear stinging your senses, before you open your eyes again to see the demon directly on top of you. The demonic look in his eyes is enough to make you shriek, just before he lunges down with his mouth open.

With a grunt, you kick the center of his chest, only managing to blow enough air to thrust his charcoal black hair off his shoulders. Your efforts amuse the sick entity, reflecting in a cynical grin accompanied by a squinted smile of the demon. Still, you grit your teeth and continue pushing on his firm, muscular chest. The least you can do is try to survive as long as you can before someone finds you. Surely anyone can recognize you're gone and will come search for you. Right?

“Was that supposed to hurt?” Karaku chuckles hoarsely, “Because it was more pleasant than I expected. Maybe I am stronger than I thought. That’s nice.” His smile deepens. “Don’t you realize how easy it is for me to overpower you, and kill you? I could tear you open, drain your blood, and eat your flesh in seconds. And you think a measly kick can stop me?”

With his hand straddling your ankle, you mentally curse at the undeniable realization that you can’t even get out from his grasp.

“Say, I never caught your name. What was it, hashira?”

Your eyes quickly glance down at his position, how his legs are properly situated between your trembling thighs, ankles quivering at the demon above you, yet he remains calm and stares, waiting for your response.

So you swallow all your anxiety and answer. “Y/n. My name is Y/n.”

“You’ve come to kill me? Right?” Karaku inches closer, revealing his elongated teeth poking out from his warm lips. A chill runs down your spine. He’s already thinking of eating me. “Hey, right?”

“Yes!” You grit your teeth and remind him who has a foot pressed against him, shoving the bottom of your shoe into him harder. Karaku doesn’t pay any mind to it though. He knows you’re trying to gain the upper hand, it’s a game he knows all too well. But he’s tired of fighting, and for once he deserves a break from killing and eating human flesh. Well, not entirely the second one. Being the most relaxed clone of Hantengu, it’s easy for Karaku to analyze situation and step back when he needs to. He feels no sympathy for his victims, yet the experiences they give him fulfill him so much more than any killing could. Even if sometimes he can kill two birds with one stone.

Your eyes dart around his face. You can’t even tell what he’s thinking with such a relaxed expression. But Karaku quickly reaches for the inner side of your ankle and tugs you closer to him.

“You know...” Karaku says, just barley above a whisper, “A hashira shouldn't be so worked up meeting me. Wouldn't wanna worry your pretty head, I’m just a big scary demon is all. I don’t want to hurt you.” His hands skitter up your ankle all the way to your thigh, rubbing methodically in wide circles just to avoid suspicion. With a tainted grin, Karaku’s hand travels up your skirt, pushing the pleated fabric out of the way. Before you can protest or kick him further, it finally clicks in your mind that you had no safety shorts or shorts at all protecting under your skirt. As the demon corps uniform protocol calls for, all you have on is your skirt and your panties underneath, which in this moment serves as a great disadvantage to your dignity.

Quickly, you buckle your knees together, making a quick bucking sound from your kneecaps clashing, followed by a small wince after. This in turn, piques Karaku’s interest and the devilish grin you've grown so fond of returns once again.

“Of all the things...” Karaku says giddily, “Of all the things you choose to protect. That’s, your main concern? What are you hiding from me, puny hashira?”

You feel your throat close. Just as you’d hoped to keep your life by protecting yourself, you’d failed to distract him from possibly the most insignificant worry you had suddenly realized. Now he was intrigued and now there was no way out of his curiosity.

Karaku’s claws move up your skirt further, now not pulling you into his chest, but rather peeling back the fabric akin to selfishly unwrapping a present not meant for him, revealing a pair of tight, white underwear. The best part?

There’s a wet spot smack center in the middle, all for Karaku to see and instantly take notice in. When his eyes dart to your entrance, you feel your soul leave your body. There’s no denying the attraction you’d felt to Karaku before, but you never would’ve guessed that it resulted in this. Still, you hold your breath and stare up at him, knees now separated and your face dripping with sweat. Karaku on the other hand, parts his lips, revealing his elongated canines and a raised brow, perplexed yet interested. He lets out a soft chuckle as his rough hands turn soft with feather like touches around your waist.

“Hm, that’s strange.” Karaku says, eyes widening owlishly with curiosity, “I haven’t even done anything…and yet…” he prods a finger forward and touches lightly on the front of your underwear, pressing down on the darkened wet spot growing larger by the second. You look away shamefully and mumble incoherently under your breath, too embarrassed to look the demon in his green eyes as his smile widens from ear to pointed ear. “You’re wet right here. That means you like me, huh?”

“W-Wait—” You stare helplessly at Karaku rubs his thumb over your clothed pussy, swirling the slick underneath the thin layer of cotton. Instinctively, your hips jerk forward and you find yourself gasping for air, not out of fear, but out of pleasure. It’s strange, but Karaku only smiles, his expression turning almost lovingly as he leans forward and closes the gap between you both. With his lips on yours, you feel his tongue push past your locked teeth and glide right under yours, licking every surface of your mouth.

“Mm! Mhh!” You squeeze your eyes tighter and attempt to grab hold of his wrist, failing in the process and only making the position more intimate as Karaku lowers his position onto you. When he breaks the kiss, it doesn't take long before his hungry and curious lips find another curve of your body to settle on, marking his territory all the way down to your chest, unbuttoning your uniform with his teeth, and to your skirt, where he tears that off too, and finally settling right in between your plush, doughy thighs. All the way, your breathing deepens, skin glowing red at this point, not sure what he’ll do next.

“We don’t need all those anymore, I need to see your lovely figure for me to be satisfied. Doesn’t the air feel nice, Y/n?” The demon strokes your sides with the tip of his claws, tracing lines into your untouched skin. His mind reels at your warmness, the way your blood rushes inside your body, and how he gets to feel and experience it all up close. Emerald green shimmers into your glossy eyes, and his silky, raven hair makes his demonic appearance all the more alluring, especially in such a delirious state.

“M-Mhm...” A breathy whine spills from your throat as soon as you feel his cheek press against the side of your inner thigh, his tongue soon following. You hadn't noticed it before, but now looking at it, you notice how the top of his tongue spells ‘pleasure’ in kanji.

Warm lips press against the side of your inner thigh, prying your legs open for the demon’s viewing, gently spreading your exposed cunt to him more and more. Every bone in your body tells you to stop him and kill him in fear of enjoying this too much, and yet, you watch him discover the most vulnerable part of you up close.

As if he can read your mind, Karaku looks back up to you and smirks, “Aren’t you going to tell me to stop? I don’t sense any displeasure coming from you, puny human, does that mean you want me to keep going?” Karaku says lowly, awaiting your answer.

“N-No...I-I don’t, I don’t want you to stop...” You say without thinking. That was all he needed to continue, and before you could get an understanding of what you just said, Karaku’s mouth finds your entrance and latches onto you very quickly.

You hadn’t even noticed he’d taken off your underwear a while back until you feel the heat of his branded tongue graze on the surface of your cunt, spooking you just a bit before your shoulders soften and your neck loses its structure.

Using his puckered lips, Karaku presses a soft kiss against your entrance, at first lightly. He kisses again, and again, until his welcoming kisses become more passionate and messy, all introductory formality being lost in his simmering curiosity. He’d never ate pussy before, though you could hardly tell, so naturally he’s very attentive to catering to your needs, looking up at you every chance he gets or as soon as he feels you twitch.

“H-Hah...wait just a minute...” You push your palm to his forehead to stop him, but stop instantly as Karaku presses your legs together, resulting in pushing himself further into you. The heated oral muscle greets you again, as well as the head rushing feeling of pure ecstasy. An ecstasy you're too ashamed of admitting you like.

“I’ve never tasted anything like this before.” Karaku says in between licks, “It’s so warm, and pleasant. I can’t help but wonder, isn't there a way to get more wet stuff out of here?” He purrs. Answering his own question, Karaku lowers his head and closes his eyes just enough so that only the tops of his lashes can be seen. You stifle out a struggled moan and shudder, hands curling into your messy clothes beneath you. Karaku continues to greet your dewy folds with his curved tongue, licking down on your sex and gathering up all the slick he can harvest on his tongue.

“A-Agh...W-Why don’t you just k-kill me? That’s far less embarrassing than—thIS!” You throw your head forward shamefully as Karaku’s tongue plunges deeper inside you, almost as if he’s telling you to stop talking. “K-Karaku!” Making a loud slurping noise, the demon pulls away and pants puffs of hot air onto your cunt, admiring the sheer glossiness it now has.

“You taste so good…delicious.” Karaku’s words are muffled as his mouth returns to your heat, pressing his branded tongue flat on your drooling pussy. Even if you tried moving away from him, it was no use. His fingers are practically embedded into your flesh, sharp claw-like fingernails drilling you and nearly drawing blood. You can hardly focus at the pain as Karaku licks bold stripes along your center, occasionally flicking the tip of his tongue faster than anything you’ve felt in your life. There was certainly no way to stop him.

“Karaku!” You whine, hips bucking in every which direction imaginable, “Karaku p-please!” It didn’t matter if you came once, twice, or even three times, with the speed of which he’s going, it’ll be impossible to pry him off your clit. That, and he just doesn’t want to.

“Is the puny hashira begging for me? Me? Oh, that makes me so fucking happy.” Karaku flashes his emerald green eyes back up at you, peeking up from in between your legs. “And I thought I’d never hear the words ‘please’ come out of your mouth. I guess I’ll take ‘p-please’ mh~!” Even though it’s wrong, even if this moment is frowned upon by any sane person, you can’t help but feel butterflies swarm inside the deepest parts of you, reminding you that no other person—or entity for that matter—has made you feel such pleasure. A red hue floods to your cheeks and you lean your head back, unable to withstand more than a seconds of eye contact.

Even just looking at you turned Karaku on. More than he’d like to admit. The sight of your head thrown back, mouth hung open, hair tangled and messy from the previous encounter, and now your ripped black and white uniform hanging off your shoulders, exposing your chest all to him. He relished in it all. Mostly, the feeling of being absolutely buried in your pussy, his nose poking the hood of your clit each ravenous grunt he makes to get closer to you.

Your eyes roll back as Karaku extends his tongue to fully show the kanji that says, ‘pleasure’ and presses it flat against your entrance, making a ‘slop’ sound before ravishing your wetness. Again and again, Karaku slurps at your cunt, using his huge, calloused hands to move your waist and body up and down on his mouth. One wrong move and he would surely scrape his teeth against your sensitive flesh. Unintentionally. Still, that didn't stop you from wiggling closer to him, pushing your wet pussy further into his mouth.

“Just relax,” Karaku giggles, “You like it, huh? Makes you feel good~” He slurs, ears perking up at all the soft whimpers flowing out of you, “Good girl, just like that, open wider for me.”

“H-Hngh! Karaku—NGH!” You groan breathlessly and press your legs together onto the sides of his face. His pointed ears poke into the insides of your thighs and you can’t help but want more of it. There was no way where you would have ever predicted that inhuman features like pointed ears, prodding canine teeth, and horns would ever make you feel anything other than hatred. But Karaku makes you forget it all.

You feel yourself getting hotter as Karaku doesn’t look away from you, the kanji in his eyes burning into yours, not moving an inch since when he started. There was no telling what he was thinking in his head, but the thought of all of it was making your mind go brainlessly numb.

With another bold lick, Karaku flutters his tongue in the pool of your juices, drawing a string of saliva and cum from your entrance and looking at you with a completely feral expression. “You don’t let up, do you?” He chuckles, “C’mere, puny hashira. Be a good human for me and let me taste you again, yeah? You’re so pretty...I can’t help myself, I’m getting so excited.” Karaku hums in amusement.

“Ah, hah, ah! Karaku-uh!” Your cunt continues to pulsate, growing wetter each time he suckles on your folds, wanting so desperately to please you and hear his name fall harder this time from your lips. A hashira, getting fucked out by a demon. Your mind runs rampant. All the sounds you make are practically drowned out by Karaku’s attention on your clit, gradually fucking you on his tongue and nudging his fangs against your velvet entrance, reminding him that you’re not like him and sooner or later you’re going to burst. He smiles at the thought.

A hand flies to his head and bumps into his horns, finally something to grab onto, and you suddenly get a rush of sanity back and cling onto the boney material with all your might. While it’s just to push him back for even just a second, Karaku takes the opportunity to gasp for air, now giving you a chance to look at him in all his clouded glory. His lips are red and shiny from your arousal, mouth slightly open and puffing out a mixture of his own breath and the scent of suffocating sex on his branded tongue. You can tell he’s not thinking of anything else but finding new ways to satisfy you by the hazy look in his eyes. The color almost matches the leaves above. Fitting.

“Karaku, j-just slow down before I—” The words die on your tongue as soon as Karaku pushes back your hold on his horns and dives in between your legs once more.

Like he’s getting high off the taste, his tongue laps again at your sex, squishing your sensitive flesh down with every messy lick he makes.

You begin to wail as Karaku pushes his tongue deeper inside of you, easily finding your sweet spot and abusing it with all his strength and stamina. The warm touch of his tongue along with his now rose-wet lips pressing against your entrance draws out more lewd sounds from you.

Trying to breathe, Karaku doesn’t let up and only continues to swirl his tongue on your soaked cunt, occasionally dipping into your pussy to taste you deeper. “Mm, more more more.” He chants into you. As soon as your knees start to buckle in pure ecstasy, Karaku holds them apart and opens more of your legs to suck more and more, driving you practically insane.

By now, you're too dazed to even realize how much Karaku had done, and how much of a mess you are now. So focused on the acute surges of pleasure running through your body with every little curl of his tongue or slurp of his wet lips on yours. What once was a soft, sheepish voice soon became a high-pitched cry in a matter of seconds. Pleasure rolls through your body with the overwhelming knowledge that you could sense your own high.

It almost doesn't feel real. At the hands, or rather, mouth of a demon, it just doesn't feel right. But it feels too fucking good to ignore. Karaku is completely engulfed in the taste of you, sucking on your clit harder now, with his claws biting into the plushness of your thighs to be closer to him, just to fill the insatiable hunger he possesses. “Karaku!” His name comes out as a warning, trying not to give in, “K-hh! Wait wait wait! Karaku I-N-NGH!” Just then, you jerk your head back, no longer wishing to hold back anymore, and allow his name to run freely, “Karaku! H-Hngh!” When his name leaves your lips, so does all the built up pleasure inside your body, and as if a bolt of lightning stroked inside of you, you feel the rush begin to surge. Keeping his eyes on you, you feel the demon smile widely as he quickens his pace, licking up all the wetness from leaking out of his reach.

“That’s good,” Karaku purrs and kisses your clit, not planning on stopping you from cumming all over his tongue, “Keep going...don’t stop, puny hashira.” When he pulls away, not going too far, you're met with the bitter cold of the night, hips instantly shivering from the loss of his touch.

Coating the inner walls of your thighs, and even trickling down to the fabric of your uniform placed under you, Karaku watches as arousal spills out from you, all from just his tongue. The sticky, almost briney, fluid pools on your pinkish, glistening folds, making your heart leap out of your chest as you gasp in short breaths of air. Karaku laughs at the warmth leaking onto his finger and taps the softness of your clit, amused by the tiny jerks and twitches of you and your hips, trying to ride out the aftermath of your climax. “Ah...ah...ah...” You groan and roll your hips back.

“You’re so pretty, Y/n. I wish you came here sooner. Instead of being a demon hunter, you could’ve came here to me and I’d eat this pussy out all the time.” He says, cupping the outside of your thigh. “Wouldn't that be nice...being here with me, right?” He flashes a curious look at you, to which you can’t help but look away in shame anymore. His nose, lips, and chin are all soaked in your juices, and even if he doesn’t seem to mind and even likes it, you can’t shake the feeling that he was able to do so much for you.

Your heavy lidded eyes look up at him, panting uncontrollably, “Karaku...I’m so tired...” your words make the demon freeze, but very quickly turn into a wide smile. He does his best to lick all the cum off his face, even using his fingers to suck off your arousal, laughing a bit at your blissed out expression. Instead of leaving you behind, Karaku sits up with you in his arms, planting a tender kiss on your forehead before leaving your clothes in the dirt.

“Come on, don’t fall asleep now. We still have much to do, puny hashira. I can’t wait to experience new things with you.”

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w3irdo666 · 3 months

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Hi! I wasn't sure if you were accepting requests at the moment

but can I get (romantic) Alastor x Lucifer's ex Seraphim Angel wife who he left plz?

S/o eventually left Heaven and still got to keep their wings and powers before it got taken. They meet him around the time he got to Hell and they hit it off

Anything else is up to you if you'd like

Oh, interesting idea!! I'll try my best, love youuu!! (⁠≧⁠▽⁠≦⁠)

The Drug In Me Is You

Alastor x Fem!reader x ex!Lucifer

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Tags: slightly angst, sfw, slightly possesive behaviour, depression.

Notes: I hope i understood you right!!! Enjoy!!

Lucifer was a wonderful husband.. Constantly enveloped you in love. It seemed to you that you could not dream of anything more. Romantic dates, beautiful clothes, oh, you thought that you would drown in his care.... Which is what happened. Lucifer was undoubtedly magnificent a man...But not a great husband...When you got married, your joy knew no bounds...but...

A year later, you began to notice that he began to pay less attention to you. In the evening, he no longer went to you to cuddle in bed, but just turned his back to you and fell asleep.When you wanted to hug him, threw your hand away and answered annoyed, “Leave me alone.”

One day you were walking through a magnificent garden in paradise. The beauty of nature has always delighted you. Oh, these magnificent scarlet roses.. They look so fragile that it seems that if you touch them, they will fall into small pieces... Birds sang and flew in the sky .Everything was so wonderful, you even forgot about your husband for a while...But suddenly you heard someone’s voice. Your wings trembled slightly, not expecting that someone would be there. You came closer to the source of the sound and, hiding behind a tree, looked whose it was a voice...

Your heart skipped a beat and you felt tears running down your cheeks, like blades piercing your skin.Lucifer stood with another woman. His smile....he had not smiled as much as he smiled at this woman for a long time.You were hurt, terribly. He betrayed you. You were on the verge of hysterics. Turning around, you ran away, sobbing and wiping your tears with your hands.

Everything around you seemed so fake. These light clouds. Birds, flowers, plants. You flapped your three wings and quickly flew. Where? You didn’t know, but it certainly wasn’t where you were flying from.

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The next few days were a blur. You felt terrible, you suffered. Lucifer, betrayed you? You couldn’t accept it. When Lucifer was kicked out of Heaven because he got involved with a demon, you didn’t care anymore. You used to be a very joyful archangel. Everyone called you a ray of sunshine. But now... There were black bags under your eyes because of lack of sleep. Your eyes are red, tear-stained. Your condition was immediately noticed by other angels.

“Y/n, honey, are you okay....?” One day an archangel turned to you, concerned about your condition. But she was only met with a few rude words. This alerted her. Soon the angels began to avoid you. The archangels thought about making a decision about your expulsion. But before they could do anything, you expelled yourself. Having opened the portal, you descended into hell. “If I suffer here... It won’t be worse there..” You thought.

Unfortunately, you were wrong. A few days later, you sat curled up in a ball in some alley of hell. Your clothes were torn in some places, your wings were tattered, you felt emptier than an empty glass.Your tired eyes were closed. Your face was buried in your knees. You were so tired that you didn’t even have the strength to cry. Suddenly, you heard someone’s voice. It felt like someone was talking on the radio.

"What are you doing here, dear.With those...wings.Aren't you supposed to be in heaven?" His static voice sounded confident.

You raised your head slightly and opened your eyes. You saw a strange sinner in front of you... He was different from many of those you saw here. He was dressed in a beautiful fitted red suit, his black bow tie was beautifully attached to his shirt. He had a big smile on his face, showing his yellow, sharp teeth. His eyes were calm, but you could see a slight mockery in them.He had black gloves on his hands, and in one of his hands he held a red microphone on a stick.

"W...what do you want...?" You asked in a quiet, pitiful voice. You heard him laugh slightly.

"Ah, nothing important, dear, just curious what such.... creature..like you doing here?" He tilted his head to the side with slight -crack-.

"Who are you...?" You said weakly

"Ah, name's Alastor.Pleasure to meeting you! Quite a pleasure!" He bowed while saying this. You didn't say anything, only looked down at the ground. He continued watching you for few seconds then walked closer to you, standing in front of you.

Alastor couldn't help, but when he saw you, something woke up in him.He was in hell only few month, but still made reputation of dangerous cruel demon.But when he saw your poor, beautiful body, his heart skipped a beat. He felt a strange pull to protect you.

"Such an innocent soul..." he thought

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You didn't know how it happened, but you find yourself in....his apartment...? With Alastor in front of you.There was a cup of tea in front of you. You looked at your reflection in the tea. You looked terrible. Shabby dirty hair, tired face...The demon continued to look at you, drinking his coffee. His smile never fell, you didn’t even care.

Your weak hand reached for the cup of tea. Fragile fingers clasped the handle of the tea, but your hands were too weak to lift the cup. Alastor noticed this and his eyes narrowed slightly. He put his cup on the saucer. Crossing his legs, he leaned back, watching you.

No matter how he tried to find pleasure in your suffering and raise the cup, he did not feel good. He felt sympathy for you, and a desire to protect. He slowly stood up and approached you.His beautiful long fingers took a cup of tea from your hand and brought the cup to your lips. Slightly surprised by such actions, you looked at the demon.

Opening your lips slightly, you started drinking tea with small sips.

After tea and some food (Alastor feed you too) Alastor showed you way to the bathroom, you needed it.You looked like complete mess.Alastor provided you with a towel, after which you went into the bathroom.When you came out of the bath, prepared clothes were waiting for you... Or rather, a shirt and pants...

When you were changing clothes, Alastor came into the room. He was amazed by your beauty. Your hair.. your smooth skin... Ah, those beautiful wings... He felt his pulse increase.His smile and eyes began to give off shades of warmth.

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You lived with Alastor for a long time.You became very close, you started to feel better. Every evening, over a cup of tea, he listened to your worries and sufferings... Usually he would have enjoyed this, but with you, he only felt the desire to calm you down. Every day spent with Alastor gave you more strength, and made you forget Lucifer.

In a hell full of lustful sinners and murderers, you have found comfort in a dangerous demon.No, he wasn't just a demon for you, Alastor, this soul..When he woke up in the evening because of your sobs in the next room, he would sigh and get up heading towards you. When he approaches you, he will lie down next to you and hug you. He hates touching.... But for you he will do anything.He would kill for a feeling of your wings wrap around him when you relax after telling him what bothering you.

When the angels officially kicked you out of heaven, you didn't care so much anymore.You cared only about one thing...only about one person...only about Alastor.

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"Alastor, where are we?" You asked as you looked around.You were in some kind of garden. Although the flowers were not as luxurious as in heaven, life was visible in them... They looked so bewitching.Alastor coughed and turned away from you. You looked at him in surprise, not understanding his behavior.

"Alastor...?" You almost reached with your hand to his shoulder, but he quickly turned to you.

"Y/n.." Alastor began. His smile was on his face as usual, but you saw the uncertainty in his eyes when he turned to you with one black rose in his hand.You lowered your hand. Oh, how beautiful this rose was... Like an angel of death...

"yes..?"

"i....love you." He extended his hand with the rose towards you. His other hand was tightly gripping his microphone. Your cheeks turned slightly red due to the blush. You felt your heart beating faster and as if butterflies were fluttering in your stomach.He turned his head away, looking away.Without wasting a second, you grabbed his wrist with one hand and turned his face in your direction with the other. Alastor tensed at the contact, but when he felt your soft, plump lips on his, he almost melted.

He closed his eyes, enjoying the kiss. His arm wrapped around your waist and pulled you closer to him. You parted your lips slightly, allowing his tongue to penetrate. You let out a slight moan as your tongues intertwined.

After a few seconds, you pulled away each other. from each other and looked into each other's eyes. You smiled. Your cheeks were flushed with blush, but you were happy to think about it.

"I love you too."

Notes: I hope you liked it!!! Sorry that i didn't lost for a while (⁠￣⁠ヘ⁠￣⁠;⁠)

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knifeprtys · 2 years

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hii we’ve been mutuals for a super long time but don’t really talk as much buuut i just wanted to send a little message to check up on you. i hope you’ve been doing okay or at least hanging in there. i’m always thinking of you and wishing you the best! wishing you a peaceful august ahead of you 💛💗

hellooo💗💗 it's so incredibly kind of you to ask how i'm holding up, i can't express how much i appreciate it rly thank you💞 i am gonna ramble a bit sorryy but i'm doing okay i think, surviving at least. my sister's birthday was on the 27th and it's been p rough for me since then bcos i was sorta putting all of my energy and thinking into still trying to make it a special day for her and since, not being up and on the move for her is draining me almost more than actually doing anything would so ig thats why i haven't been online as much but my friend suggested that i start a journal for her of happy memories and stuff so i think doing that might help a bit ! i'm thinking about going along to a group grief counseling thing with my mum, my aunt and a few other family members later on this month so that should be good for me too. it's incredibly hard to get any sort of help in that way here esp just now so it's rly the only thing any of us can do and the group is JUST starting so we'll see how it goes. i'm not the type to talk unlike how i am on here lol but just listening might help! but YE, thank you again!! i hope you're doing alright and i hope august is good to you as well💞

#x #anonymous #think the feeling the need to b doing stuff for her constantly and feeling like shit when im not #comes from her treating me like her personal servant for the passed two years especially lmao #she knew she could take the piss a bit #bcos i knew she was having a hard time n that i would probably do it no matter what skjsks #like she'd mssg me when i was like siCK AS FUCK layin in my bed like #'jaymieeeeee could u pls take up a cup of tea and some snacks for me plz'#meaning MY snacks that i buy for myself skdjs soley bcos she didnt wanna move her ass downstairs to get herself #and i always had the Gud shit as opposed to what our mum buys #or she'd call me to wake me up to do it or to catch spiders for her n pretend she didn't kno i was sleeping #basic older sibling stuff buT LOOK HOW ITS LEFT ME RAINNE . NOT C00L.#i still dnt mind doin it tho n i mentioned it before but im still takingtea up to her room every day not matter what & watering her plants #i keep buying her her fave snacks and drinks too and buying her new plants oop #i should stop but #i bought her 4 lil decorated cactuses today theyre so cute man she woulda loved em :')

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simpforrooster · 1 year

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do you want me to lie, sir?

Jake ‘Hangman’ Seresin x f!mitchell reader

Summary: hangman is the only guy your father would loathe to see you with. you successfully hide your relationship with him. until you don’t.

t/w: some light smut ahead. nothing graphic. 18+only plz.

a/n: this is from an anon request from *too* long ago. I’m sorry!!! took an unplanned month off, but felt inspired tonight. hope you enjoy!

No one knows you and Jake are dating.

Especially not your father, who was Jake’s captain.

God, Maverick would lose his shit if he knew Hangman finally wore you down.

If your dad didn’t see a lot of his younger self in the blonde aviator, you’re not sure he’d even care who you dated. Mav would go to the ends of the Earth to protect you, and he certainly hasn’t forgotten how he was at Hangman’s age.

Your phone vibrates on Jake’s nightstand pulling you away from his intoxicating kissing.

“Snooze it,” he murmurs, placing slow, agonizing kisses along your neck. This elicits a soft moan from you, and his mouth flicks up in the corner.

The alarm is set to ensure you slip out of Jake’s room undetected before anyone starts patrolling the halls.

Jake reaches over to the wooden table and grabs your phone. Hitting the snooze button, he practically chucks it across the room.

“Jake!” you scold, your voice a little above a whisper.

He’s nuzzling your neck again. “I’ll buy you another one if it’s cracked. I just want your undivided attention.” His hands reach low on your hips, pulling you onto his lap. The way he’s practically begging for you, your phone is immediately forgotten.

He rests against the headboard, lazily rubbing his thumbs on your thighs. Taking you in, sitting on top of him like this, he literally has hearts in his eyes.

You bring your forehead against his and breathe him in. It took a loooooong time to finally give into him, and now that you have, he’s like an addiction.

Your eyes fall closed, just soaking in the fact that this man is yours. This man who always has girls stop and gawk at him. This man who never notices those gawking girls. This man who only ever has eyes for you.

“Hey,” he says, pulling you from the inside of your mind.

“Yeah?” you breathe, letting your eyes open to meet his.

“I love you.”

Your mind falls blank, rebooting after hearing these words come from the mouth of the dagger squad’s playboy.

You answer him by knotting your fingers in that blonde hair and pulling him to you. He immediately takes control of the kiss, turning his head to deepen the kiss. When his tongue runs along your bottom lip, you waste no time granting him access.

“Baby,” he whispers against kisses, the term of endearment heating you up just as much as his kissing. Your hands find the bottom of his white shirt, and life up. Jake pulls away just long enough to get the shirt over his head. He uses this to move his kisses along your jaw, and down your neck. Your head falls back, granting him more access to plant those kisses where he knows you love most. His hand slips under your top. He doesn’t go higher than your naval, deciding to slide that hand along your waist to pull you flush against his body.

He’s making you feel so good, and you never want this feeling to stop. You haven’t given into him totally yet, at the confusion of Phoenix, who figured Jake would have charmed you into sleeping with him before now.

And it wasn’t that you haven’t wanted to. The part of you that loves fairy tales and romances has been waiting for the perfect time. A drunken romp in the sack coming in from the Hard Deck wasn’t how you wanted your first time with Jake to go.

“I want you, y/n,” Jake says into your ear. The sentence is laced with desperation. You met his smoldering blue eyes and you know, this is it. Your fairy tale moment.

“I’m yours, Jake.”

Jake lets out a breath you didn’t realize he was holding and crashes his lips against yours. His kisses are a sweet mix of urgent and loving. His hands are back underneath your top, but this time, he keeps going until the shirt is on the floor next to his.

He breaks the kiss to sit back and look at you. As his eyes drink you in, you can’t help but feel a little self conscious. Jake immediately picks up on your body language and grabs your chin, lightly forcing you to look at him.

“Stop,” he breathes, “you’re beautiful.”

Leaning down to kiss him, a knock on his door causes the two of you to shoot apart.

“Lieutenant! Have you seen y/n around? Her car is still here, but I can’t find her.”

The two of you share a look of horror. Pete Mitchell is on the other side of that door. Looking for you. His perfect daughter whom he definitely doesn’t want with Hangman.

“One second, sir!” He calls, untangling his legs from yours and falling chest first onto the ground trying to put his shirt back on. His erection is prominent through the sweatpants he threw on after you snuck in earlier in the night.

“Are you okay in there?” Mav asks through the door, obviously concerned about all the mayhem happening as you struggle to calm yourself down and get dressed.

“Yes, sir!” He calls. “It’s all good.”

Jake opens the door, taking up the entire threshold so Mav can’t see into the room. You can’t see your dad, but you know that he knows he interrupted something. You can practically picture the looks he’s giving Jake. Something in between approval and disapproval at the fact that Jake has successfully snuck a girl in and was about to get lucky.

“I didn’t mean to interrupt. Coyote said he saw you and Y/n talking earlier. Thought you may know where she’s gone off to.”

“Hmm. No sir. I haven’t seen her since turning in for the evening,” Jake lies effortlessly.

“Okay, well thanks anyway. I’ve been trying to call her, but she won’t pick up.” The glow of his phone might as well be the Hollywood sign as he looks for your contact.

You spot your phone. Right on the ground to Jake’s left. Jake is still blocking the threshold, holding his breath. His body is rigid, his grip on the doorframe enough to pull it clean off the wall. He’s spotted your phone too.

As it buzzes on the ground, you watch your dad end the call and pocket the phone. Your phone stops creating an earthquake almost immediately.

“Lieutenant,” he says, scary enough to scare the hair off a bear. “Please tell me my little girl isn't here.”

“Would you like me to lie, sir?” He asks, a little bit of his arrogance coming through his words.

“I think that would be best.” His tone matches Jake’s.

“Y/N isn’t here.”

“That isn’t her phone?”

“No, sir.”

Your two favorite men stare each other down, waiting for the other to make a move.

“Oh, there’s my phone!” You say, making your presence known. Scooping up your phone, which thankfully was in one piece, you face your father. His jaw works back and forth, his eyes silently pleading with you to confirm this wasn’t real.

“Are you here to walk me to my car? I hadn’t realized how late it had gotten,” you say sweetly, batting your eyelashes for good measure. Ducking under Jake’s arm, you reach for your Mav’s arm, looping yours with it. You not-so-stealthily tug on it, getting him further away from Jake before he can decide to hit him or something crazy.

He walks with you down the hall. Turning over your shoulder, you send Jake a wink that says you’ll call him.

“Hangman?” Your dad croaks out.

You pat his arm. “We can talk about it tomorrow, Pops."

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moonstruckme · 7 months

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plz...i beg you...fluffy sirius x gf!reader and he is just obsessed

all touch all the time, a million kisses, "no don't leave"

reader is insecure about it cause she's not used to being in loving relationships let alone one with The Sirius Black

yes this is the most basic plot but plz i'm starved for new sirius content

Thanks for requesting lovely!

Sirius Black x fem!reader ♡ 669 words

“Sirius.” Your voice is muffled through thick fabric. “Honey, this is excessive.”

You’re barely even walking, Sirius propelling you both along as he holds you tight to his side, half a dozen layers of cushioning between you. He scrubs his hand over your shoulder as if you need the extra warmth, looking at you worriedly.

“Darling, you can’t go out in this weather with a jacket that doesn’t zip,” he says, pulling your scarf up a notch. It tickles the bottom of your nose.

“I didn’t know it was broken until I put it on,” you defend yourself. “Anyway, I’m not cold.”

“Liar,” he accuses fondly, dropping a kiss just below the wooly band of your hat. “Listen, we’re almost there, and then we’ll get some warm butterbeer in you, yeah?”

You don’t bother arguing further, allowing him to all but carry you, your side pressed awkwardly against his, the rest of the way to the Three Broomsticks.

James and Remus both smile at you, expressions faintly puzzled, as you come inside. They’re sitting across from each other in the booth, and Sirius says, “Move, Prongs,” with such surety that James doesn’t even question it, sliding out of his seat and in next to Remus.

“Siri,” you chide softly as he finally peels away from you to sit down. Chilly air fills in the gap in your coat where he stood, and you shiver in surprise.

“I knew it!” Sirius cries, more distressed than triumphant. He reaches for you, hauling you into the booth and up against him. “C’mere, baby, let me warm you up.” He takes his gloves off before your own, rubbing warmth into your barely stiff fingers. Remus and James are silent, wearing nearly matching stunned expressions. Nearly, because Remus’ one eyebrow is quirked knowingly.

“Merlin, shortcake, did you come upon a blizzard out there?” James asks, confused.

“No,” you say embarrassedly, gently removing your hands from Sirius’ to take off your scarf.

“The zipper on her coat is broken,” Sirius grouses like it’s part of some larger plot against you.

“This is a ploy,” Remus decides. “He just wants an excuse to touch her.”

Sirius scoffs, pressing his warm hands to your cheeks. “I don’t need an excuse to touch my girlfriend,” he says, and plants an emphatic kiss on your chapped lips to prove it. “My motivations are twofold. Now can one of you be useful and get us some butterbeer?”

“Oh, I’ve got it,” you say, but you’ve barely set one foot out of the booth before Sirius is scrambling to get his arms around your shoulders, tugging you back to his chest.

“No, you stay.” He bands one arm around your waist and another just above your chest, keeping you securely in place. “One of the boys’ll get them, lovely.”

James lets out a low whistle as Remus gets up, heading towards the bar. “What’ve you done to him?” he asks you. “It’s all baby this and lovely that, can’t keep his hands to himself, and now he has separation anxiety?”

“She is lovely,” Sirius says, nuzzling your shoulder as you shake your head at James bewilderedly. “If you had someone like her, Prongsie, you wouldn’t want her to leave either.”

“Seems like a blessing and a curse,” James mutters, but he’s smiling.

“Siri,” you try, speaking quietly to him over your shoulder, “I’m feeling pretty warm now, baby.”

“Yeah?” He takes your chin in his hand, keeping your face angled to the side so he can kiss the corner of your mouth, the skin next to your eye. “That’s great, sweetness.” He starts tugging your coat off for you, placing it atop his own. You start to shuffle away, thinking the cause for your proximity is over, but he only adjusts you in his lap, intertwining your fingers and hooking his chin over your shoulder. “Mmm, yeah, this is better,” he decides, pressing a quick kiss to your cheek. “Can get you even closer without all those layers in between.”

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gogogodzilla · 5 months

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Can you plz plz write a smut where Mike takes readers virginity and they are kind of innocent

Date Night

mike schmidt x reader warnings: nsfw 18+, mike's pov, protected sex (shocking ik), slight dirty talk, reader wears a dress, neighbor!reader masterlist ✩ read on ao3 ✩

“How long did you say Max was watching Abby?”

Mike perked up at your question as you led him into your home. You were right next door, but it was nice to finally have some alone time.

His arms wrapped around your waist, and his chest pressed against your back. “All night,” he whispered against the shell of your ear. His hands wandered across the expanse of your lower stomach as he pulled you closer.

He couldn’t deny that he’d been fantasizing about getting you all to himself, not that he’d know what to do once he did. He wanted to indulge in those pleasures with you and wondered if you wanted the same.

He pressed light kisses into the crook of your neck, and his hands began to wander. He listened for every stutter of your breath and observed how you leaned your head to the side to give him more room.

He wondered if you were wearing anything under that pretty little dress of yours. His fingers dug slightly into the soft skin of your hips at the thought of you bare for him. He wondered if you planned on taking him home tonight.

“Mike,” came your soft whimper, and his movements slowed.

“Yes, baby,” came his response as he nuzzled closer to you.

You hesitated, clearly nervous. Mike gave you a moment to clear your head, resisting the urge to kiss you again.

Your hands fidgeted at your sides and bumped against his thighs. “I’ve never,” you paused momentarily and your fidgeting increased. “I’ve never done this before.”

He pulled away slightly, “What?”

You turned in his grasp and your hands landed on his hips. “I’ve never… been with anyone like this, but I want to. With you.”

He felt his words get stuck in his throat, and you were looking up at him with those eyes that he couldn’t resist. He was slower to reassure you than he would’ve liked, but he pressed a kiss to your lips to make up for it.

“It’s okay. I haven’t— I don’t know what I’m doing either.”

His words came out faster than he could process, and he cupped your face, soft and warm under his fingertips. The slight nod of your head had his lips crashing against yours. The kiss was clumsy, but you devoured him all the same.

Your fingers fumbled for the buttons of his dress shirt as you tugged him toward your bedroom. He kept his hands planted firmly on your hips and kept an eye out to make sure that you didn’t hit anything.

He reached his hand around you to wrap his hand around your bedroom door knob and twisted it open. You kicked it open and practically dragged him into your bedroom— not that he was complaining or anything. You pushed his button-up off of his shoulders, allowing it to fall to the ground.

You pulled away just long enough to turn him and push him so the backs of his legs were hitting your mattress. He sat obediently, and you were climbing on top of him. Within seconds, your lips were on his again, and he groaned against your mouth, already lost in the feeling of you.

His hands ran up your thighs and slid under your dress, dancing over the soft skin he had dreamed of touching more times than he could count. His fingertips dug into your hips, and he tugged them down to grind against him. The noise that left him was downright pathetic, and his cheeks flushed.

You pulled away to litter kisses across his neck, and he could feel you grin as you ground against him once again.

“Baby,” it was his turn to whimper against you. You nipped at the skin against his neck.

He reached up to fumble with the zipper of your dress. His fingers were clumsy as you left your mark on him, and his cheeks flushed as he struggled to undo your dress. He attempted to force himself to focus enough to slide the zipper of your dress down. You pulled away and tugged the garment over your shoulders, throwing it to the side.

He leaned back and took in every inch of your bare skin, mouth parted slightly as his cock twitched in his dress pants.

His hands returned to your hips. “Jesus, baby,” he breathed out, as his cheeks heated up.

You just grinned as you settled yourself just below his hips, and tugged at his belt buckle. The clinking of the metal was music to his ears, and he practically rutted into your hands, desperate for you to touch him. It embarrassed him, only slightly, just how much he needed you.

You slowly tugged his zipper down, fingers shaky and unsure. The noise he let out when you slipped your hand past the waistband of his boxers and touched him was downright sinful. His hands flew to your hips, holding onto you like his life depended on it.

You stroked him once and then twice before you freed him from the confines of his dress pants. His cheeks flared at being so exposed to you, but any embarrassment was completely overtaken by the pleasure you were granting him.

You removed your hand and Mike nearly whined at the loss. You reached to the side and rummaged in your bedside drawer. Your body pressed closely against him as you searched for what you were looking for.

Mike’s blush deepened as you settled back onto his lap, clutching the metallic wrapper of a condom.

“You’re prepared,” he commented, teasing evident in his voice.

You grinned down at him, “Bought them before our first date.”

Mike wasn’t sure what came over him, but all he knew was that after your words he needed you now. You let out a surprised yelp as he switched your position, so you were on your back and he was nestled neatly between your thighs.

He ran his cock over your clothed core, moaning as the cotton of your panties stuck to your dripping core. He’d gently removed the condom from your grasp and had it tucked in his free hand.

“So beautiful,” he breathed as he looked down at you and watched you squirm under him. You were exquisite, even better than any specter he’d dreamt up those rare nights when his dreams were peaceful and full of you.

“Touch me, please,” came your desperate whimper, embarrassment stinging your cheeks.

He hooked his fingers on the sides of your panties and tugged them off of you, leaving you bare for him. He ran a finger through your folds before circling it around your clit, relishing in the small noises that left you.

He inched a finger inside you, his breath catching in his throat as he pumped it a few times. His mind ran wild with every single way he wanted to please you. He curled his finger within you and your back arched against the mattress.

“Was that… good?” he questioned tentatively, eyes scanning over your features.

You quickly nodded, “Yes. Do it again, please?”

You looked up at him with those eyes, and he couldn’t resist. He curled his finger again within you, making sure to hit that spongy spot with every drag.

He slowly added another finger, and you mewled as he stretched you. He extended his thumb to rub lazy circles around your clit, and your walls fluttered around his fingers.

He ripped the foil of the condom with his teeth and slowly slid it onto his painfully hard cock. He wondered if he could get you to the edge with just his fingers.

Nervousness filled him suddenly. “Do you… do you want more?” his voice betrayed him with a crack as you clenched around him.

Your hands ran along his forearm, featherlight touches against his skin as you looked up at him with a blissed-out expression.

“I want this. I want you,” you reassured, breathless from his movements. He nodded hesitantly before dragging his cock between your folds, collecting your slick. You preened into his touch, your back arching slightly.

The tip of his cock teased your entrance before he slid it up and against your clit, teasing you.

You pawed at his arms, pulling him closer to you. “Mike,” you whined, and he held back a moan.

He ran a soothing hand over your hip, “S’okay, baby. I’ll take care of you.”

He slowly pushed inside of you, and he watched each minuscule change of your expression. Your eyebrows knitted together in concentration, and his jaw clenched. You felt heavenly against him, and he concentrated on not finishing right there and then. His hands wandered across your body, caressing your soft skin as you got used to the feeling of him.

He pressed a gentle kiss to your lips as he fully seated himself within you. He watched as you tucked your bottom lip between your teeth. Your walls fluttered around him, and his fingers unconsciously dug into the plush of your hips.

“Fuck, baby. You’re killing me,” he groaned against the crook of your neck. “Think you can handle some more?”

You quickly nodded, and he held back a whimper as he moved his hips slowly. Your hands wrapped around his shoulders, tugging him closer to you. Your nails dug into his shoulder blades and it nearly brought him over the edge. He wanted you to make your mark on him, practically salivating at the thought.

“More,” you whined as you turned your head to the side, eyes screwed shut as his thrusts hit the deepest parts inside you. His hand snaked down between the two of you and he drew hasty circles against your clit.

He pulled you closer so your legs could wrap around him, “Anything for you, baby.”

The whimpers and moans that left him as the familiar coil tightened in his belly were downright pathetic. You were squeezing him just right, and he couldn’t hold on for much longer.

His movements quickened against your clit as he pressed open-mouthed kisses against the column of your neck. He wondered if the thought of him marking you turned you on as much as it did him.

“I’m—” you whined.

“I know,” he breathed out, “Cum for me, baby. Wanna feel you cum for me.”

You clenched around him with a strangled gasp, and Mike’s eyes rolled in the back of his head. Your thighs clamped around his hips, and with one final thrust, he was cumming within you. Slowly, he stilled within you, his cock twitching as he came down from his high.

He gingerly pulled out of you, committing the whine that left you to memory. He pressed a final kiss to your lips before disposing of the condom. The bed dipped as he climbed in next to you. He pulled you closer and you nuzzled against his side. He watched as your form moved with every rise and fall of his chest. You fit perfectly against him, and a satisfied smile graced his features.

He’d have to hire Max for the night more often.

#mike schmidt x reader smut #mike schmidt x reader #mike schmidt #fnaf x reader #fnaf #five nights at freddys #five nights at freddy's #reader insert #no y/n #zilla answers #josh hutcherson #michael schmidt x reader #michael schmidt

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jeanbie · 2 months

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GHOSTFACE ★ masterlist.

pairing: connie x reader

genre: modern au | warnings: explicit sexual content, masked sex, rough sex, unprotected sex, quickie, squirting | wc: 4.6k

note: im tingling....and toying with a pt2...thoughts?!! plz share ૮ • ﻌ - ა

⏤ You've got no idea who dressed up as Ghostface to Eren's Halloween party, but damn, do they fuck nice.

Bassline. The thundering vibrations of Eren’s drum and bass mix seem to rattle the entire fourth floor of the apartment complex; there are feet stomping on the lino of the kitchen floor, people shouting to the dark stream of dialogue that is sampled into the tracks. The windows look as though they might shatter with the pulsing pressure of the music, and according to Jean who just went outside to the courtyard to have a cigarette, the music is so loud that it feels like it’s coming from outside the building and not within.

Eren loves drum and bass, which is why it came as little surprise to everybody in attendance of his Halloween party that majority of this playlist has been of the same genre.

The only real complaint you can find about the music is that some of the tracks are too long and too repetitive, and since about fifteen minutes ago when you found yourself bent over in one of the storage cupboards in the hallway with some stranger’s cock shoved up your cunt, you don’t think the song that was playing when you got there has even finished yet.

The cupboard is submerged in darkness, but even if there had been a light on it wouldn’t have mattered — the stranger’s face is hidden behind the screaming slope of a Scream mask.

While this stranger has had you bent over one of the stored suitcases in the cupboard, you’ve been trying to figure out who he is, if you might actually know him. There are signs to take note of; his blunt fingernails, the skinny ring on his middle finger, the quiet string of curses from behind the cheap plastic mask.

You turn your head over your shoulder, trying to search him out in the darkness. You catch what looks like a glimpse of the white of his mask before he takes one hand off your waist and fists it in your hair, pulling your head back closer to the mask whilst speeding up his hips. The clench of your cunt around his cock makes his fist tighten in your hair, and you gasp and fumble to hold the handle of whoever’s suitcase this happens to be.

His hips snatch up, burying his cock back inside of you and eventually letting go your hair to wrap both of his hands back around your waist. He pulls you to meet him as he thrusts in, the ricochet of your ass slapping into his hips sending you lurching forward into the wall — you barely stop yourself from face-planting into it with your palm, and you settle for gripping onto the suitcase beneath you for dear life as the stranger speeds up his slamming.

The fact that the person up your snatch right now is a stranger makes your head whirl — this is exactly the kind of scenario you think your parents might have been warning you of when they sent you off to university two years ago. But none of that matters now, not when the hardness shoved deep inside of you feels as good as this dude’s does.

Ghostface pushes himself deeper, shoving your chest down against the suitcase so the angle is just right. You feel his fingers smoothing up your spine appreciatively as he fucks into you, and the sudden realisation that you’re almost naked while he’s still concealed beneath dark robes and a mask hits you.

As he guides your hips up his cock and lets you sink back down onto him at your own tired pace, you moan loudly, feeling your thighs tremble against the fabric of the suitcase.

Behind you, the sharp point of his hips begin to hit you in even intervals — if you could see in this darkness, you’d see them moving in a roundish motion, each upward flick of his hips hitting the spot he’s been looking for the entire time.

You squeal, jolting up when he finds it and when he does, the hand on your back smooths across your skin before coming again to settle on your waist. His hands tighten around it while his hips rock back up into you, the wetness between your legs practically drooling from your hole.

Each thrust now is long and slow; you can feel the entire length of his dick pulling out of you save for the tip, and then rushing back inside of you roughly. Without even thinking about it, your walls clench closed around him and he sucks in a hiss, one you’re shocked to have been able to hear amidst the party outside.

Ghostface speeds up. He pushes into you with ease, relishing in the sound of your voice groaning and whimpering underneath him.

A pressure builds in your stomach, and Ghostface just about catches you when you fumble, the feeling of his hands around your middle tightening as he does all the work. He fucks himself with your pussy, knowing from the arrangement of noises you’ve sung to him where you like him best, which angle makes you moan more, where the wetness builds and squelches around him and dribbles down your leg.

“Ah, fuck!” you cry, taking the masked man by genuine surprise as his body shifts with quiet laughter, his fingers pinching the bunch of skin around your waist. He knows that you’re tired, and knows that you want to cum — just like how he knows that you know he wants to cum, too.

You feel full to the brim with him — you don’t know if this is the best sex you’ve ever had or if you just think that because it could be anybody under that mask fucking you.

Again, you try to peer round your shoulder to look for him, and this time you happen to snatch a look now that your eyes have adjusted to the light. Ghostface stares back at you with indifference, but you wonder how he might be looking underneath — face scrunched up with pleasure, a lip between his teeth, eyes blown open or perhaps clenched tight.

Doesn’t matter. It just feels too fucking good.

You start to say something but your words die out, your mind focusing on the feeling of his cock sliding in and out of you, mapping the way to your cervix, the tip kissing every nice spot you have never found with anybody else.

Finally, when you think Ghostface might be pulling out to blow a load over your back, the hairs on the back of your neck stand up on edge when you feel him drag his cock out of you, and feel his hands pressing your ass cheeks, as if wanting to widen them apart.

Suddenly, you reach back and grab his wrist. You sense his gaze behind the hollow black spots of the mask and he tilts his head to the side. This guy is leaning in to the concept of Ghostface so heavily that it makes you shudder, but the damp spot between your legs sings a different story.

“Wait,” you manage to say, halting his cock from snuggling itself between your ass and up it. You’re not exactly closed off to anal, but not with someone you don’t even know, even worse inside of Eren’s storage cupboard using someone’s suitcase as a support.

Ghostface rolls his shoulders, returning his head to a straight and level position before pulling back entirely. Your heart rises to your throat — there’s no way he’ll just leave after you’ve said no. Neither of you are ready to part just yet.

Thankfully, Ghostface doesn’t leave; he curves his arm around your waist and twists you, your little top pushing against his chest for a split second before he lifts you up off the ground. The suitcase now finds itself a seat for you to sit on, while he lifts your legs higher around his body and aligns his cock back near your cunt before plunging himself back in as if he never even left.

Your jaw falls open, and now that your eyes are accustomed to the veil of darkness settled in the cupboard you can make out his mask above you, and both of his hands on your thighs. Being able to see the mysterious man in costume as he watches your pussy swallow his cock with every thrust only increases the pleasure, the rush of the masked assailant taking complete ownership of you, the thrill of the door behind him opening at any second.

He pushes your mini-skirt higher up over your stomach, sliding his right hand down from your thigh to roll his thumb over your clit. Your body jumps at the new feeling, and as the suitcase begins to wobble precariously beneath you, you try to grab onto something nearby and find nothing in reach. Settling to grip one hand on the case beneath you and his naked wrist, you place your faith in the trusty case and hope that it won’t collapse beneath you as Ghostface picks up the pace.

Every frantic thrust brings you an inch closer to the wall behind your head, but all you can focus on is the outline of his wrist reaching between your thighs and the white curve of the mask staring back at you in silence. You chew out a course of curses, a warm feeling rippling from your cunt all the way to your chest.

The cupboard feels like a corner of hell, stinking of sex, but all you can care to focus on is the feeling of this man’s dick inside of you, and how you want nothing else but for it to remain there for the rest of the evening.

You’re almost thankful for the lack of visibility in here, and no doubt behind the dark fabric of his masked eyes — you must look a mess, and you do. The man watches you with a half-lidded gaze, watching you unravel at the seams into a mewling mess under his hands. His thumb swirls slower around your clit, his nail slowly flicking over the curve of it as you moan, clenching your hand around his wrist. He shakes himself free from your clutches and moves to feel his cock stretching you open, fingering the wetness pool around him.

He swipes his finger up the slit of your cunt and then slides his palm over your stomach. You crane your head to stare at him, at the ridges of bone and his protruding veins that simmer across his hand. His fingers are slender, pretty almost, and you watch whilst panting as he stretches his hand across your lower stomach and presses down. At that, his hips flick up higher and you yelp — he’s feeling around for his hand on the surface.

He fucks up into you, feeling the dull lump of his dick pressing against you, and in turn you feel your legs trembling around him. Ghostface grips you even harder, grunting every time his balls slap up against your bum. The suitcase is wobbling furiously beneath you, but you can’t even feel it teetering on its edge — you’re too busy drowning in the aching pressure building in your body, and trying to fight it and failing miserably.

Ghostface releases your waist in surprise when you very suddenly release; a stream of squirt shoots out of your pussy onto the front of his dark cloak, and as soon as he lets you go, the suitcase beneath you falls and down you disappear against the wall down to the floor.

You land with an unceremonious groan, still squirting and shaking as you descend, and as you cry out in both pleasure and shock, Ghostface laughs and towers over you.

His laugh is loud, the loudest noise he’s made the entire time he’s been in here fucking you. It comes from deep within, boyish and sexy and enough to make you reach forward and press your fingers against your throbbing cunt.

“Shit, mama,” Ghostface croons, still chortling at your fall from grace to the floor of the cupboard. He breathes in with a voiced breath as he watches you fiddle with your clit like a button, staring up at him with a breathless and dazed look.

He tilts his head again — your body physically twitches.

“Oh, you want more?” he asks. You definitely don’t recognise his voice; you barely hear it now the song has changed in the kitchen next door. You’re lucky to have heard Ghostface talk the first time and laugh at the sight of your pussy in the air and legs spread wide.

Ghostface reaches for his cock, which remains hard and rigid under the falling figure of his cloak and he kicks the suitcase to the side. With your calves on either side of his thighs, he positions himself over you as you lie on the floor and starts to stroke his cock from the top to the bottom, picking up speed and watching you stroke the slick space between your legs. Your legs clench closed when you poke one finger into your quivering hole, but Ghostface nudges your legs with his knee and forces them back open.

If the door were to open now, how would you begin to explain the scene? A guy dressed as Ghostface standing over you while you’re undressed on the floor with your legs spread open, pumping his cock as he does nothing to help you up off the ground, enjoying every second of watching you try to finger your pussy and fight the sensitive jolts your body performs. Where would you even start with trying to explain that?

Ghostface shifts his weight above you, his hand moving so fast above you that you can barely see it moving, the black fabric of his cloak blocking the sight from view on occasion. He flicks his wrist as if this is an ordinary session of jerking off, as if you’re not on the floor beneath him ready to catch the blow.

He grunts, and you feel his feet gently brush your ass on the floor when he leans forward unexpectedly and lays one hand flat on the wall your head is against. Then you register a warmth shooting down onto your pussy, moving up to your chest as it falls and rises. He’s cumming. On you. All over you.

You don’t know where the need comes from, but you angle yourself up and position your face under his burst, catching the last few ropes of his cum with your tongue, moaning open-mouthed at the salty taste of it. You can feel the rest of it sliding down your body, trickling down your wet slit and past your bum to the floor.

Ghostface curses and laughs again, looking down at you.

“Slut,” he calls affectionately, chuckling as he does so. A wild heat blooms on your face.

Ghostface leans forward and fingers his hand through your hair, using the other one still wrapped around his cock to shake it, as if ridding the last drops of his seed onto your face before letting it fall back behind the curtain of black robes.

The unknown Ghostface grips your face with his hand, staring at the way your eyes burn up into his widely and tiredly. His head tilts again in the way he likes, and then he pats your cheek and waves his hand at you. It takes a second before you understand that he’s waving for you to stand up.

With a struggle, you find your feet and rise to stand in front of him. He assesses the display of sticky cum over your body and face and laughs again, as if finding the whole thing unbelievable and endearing, and then he uses the inside of his cloak to wipe whatever he can see in the dark off your skin. There’s still a party to enjoy — he’s not cruel enough to send you back into the fray with his seed splattered down your front.

A few moments later, the door to the storage cupboard opens from the inside and you ungracefully step out, your body still feeling light and like jelly. Ghostface is just a step behind you, but before you can step into the equally dim light of the flat hallway, he reaches out and fiddles with your skirt. You feel the cheap fabric of it drag in a rearrangement.

He’s pulled your skirt from up above your arse and returned you to normal.

Ghostface gently pushes you forward and turns to close the door behind him. You still in place, turning to him and hoping he might share who he is, maybe suggest finding a room to have some more fun in. But all he does is look at you before disappearing back inside of the heart of the party taking place in the kitchen.

Leaving you standing there.

A door to someone’s bedroom opens and out someone steps, dressed in a very cute cosplay of Yuna from Final Fantasy. They smile when they see you and use their thumb to gesture behind them: “Bathrooms in there if you’re looking for it.”

You thank her and slowly wander inside, b-lining for the small ensuite and closing the door behind you. You barely think of looking at your reflection in the mirror until you’ve peed and wiped the sticky residue away, but when you do, you blow out a deep sigh and quickly wipe the smudge of eyeliner under your eye.

You’ve looked worse. There’s always that.

You’re just about to step into the hallway when a Ghostface breezes past you. Immediately, your body freezes, watching the masked figure look back towards the front door with a howling laugh, and when you turn to the door you watch two more Ghostface’s tumble in after him. Your heart lurches in your chest — this just got more complicated.

One of them looks at you and holds up their prop weapon as they pass, using it as if beckoning you to the kitchen where your friends are probably waiting for you. Hoping they’ll avoid all interrogations of where you’ve been for the last twenty minutes, you prepare to poke your head inside and jump back when Ymir steps out.

She looks haggard, her eyes hazed and red and she jerks backwards in surprise when you manifest into her view.

“Jesus fuck, you scared the shit out of me,” she grumbles, looking you up and down after catching her breath.

A guy dressed in an uninspired pirate outfit passes and says, “Cute outfit.”

“Thanks,” you mutter in reply, then turn to Ymir again. “There’s no more loo roll in that bathroom, if that’s where you’re going.”

“Nah, going outside,” she tells you, “it’s like a sauna in there. Wanna come with?”

You hope that by joining Ymir outside you might iron out your neediness, but the feeling only increases. About five minutes into standing by one of the birch trees in the courtyard, flanked by Ymir and her two friends, you watch as a congregation of people flood out of the building you were just in. Ymir pays them no mind — they’re all at the same party, after all, but your eyes zero in on the familiar flash of black robes and fall on the sickening sight of another Ghostface mask looking right back at you.

You don’t even know if this is the same Ghostface sinking his dick into your cunt just mere minutes ago.

“Why’s there so many Ghostface’s tonight?” you ask, feigning nonchalance.

Ymir shrugs and twists the butt of her cigarette against the tin bin on the wall. “Must be popular again this year.”

“The new Scream movie came out a few weeks ago,” one of her friends answers helpfully. “I’ve seen about six tonight. Don’t even know who any of them are, either.”

When Ymir gently pulls you back towards the party by your shoulders, you brave another look back at the group with the infamous Ghostface and tame the disappointment blooming in your chest when the masked stranger is no longer searching for you in the throng of people.

You fall back invisibly in the crowd of people once inside, searching for the man who had claimed you as his own earlier in the night. But he might as well be a ghost in the wild gathering of strangers surrounding you as you try and find fun in dancing with Ymir — everywhere you look, you catch a glimpse of another warping mouth gaping at you, but never any signs of who just had you mewling in the cupboard. His identity and the possibility of it being revealed slip away as the night goes on, but the lingering memory and phantom feeling of his dick up your crotch never leaves.

You’ve never actually met Eren, despite being at his Halloween party at the start of the week. The weekend drawls by at an agonisingly slow pace, so much so that you’re overjoyed when Saturday arrives and you join Ymir back at Eren’s dormitory building for Armin’s belated birthday gathering.

Once you cross the familiar courtyard, you steal a glance up at Eren’s flat, a flood of memories rushing back to you. Hating to admit the disappointment of learning that Armin lived in a different section of the building to Eren, you look away from the full length windows peering in to Eren’s kitchen and hurry behind Ymir and Reiner as they stride down the path towards the heavy green doors.

There’s a whole regiment of friends to Ymir who you’ve never even met before. There had never been any need to introduce you to the friends Ymir made during her first year of university when they all lived in the same building, and Ymir liked it that way.

She had a balance of friend groups for different purposes: her fixed group of friends (including Reiner and a dozen others), you (who Ymir considered her best friend, even when she had a poor way of showing it sometimes) and her first year friends, of which includes Eren and the birthday boy, Armin.

You’re not so much fussed by meeting them for the first time. If all goes wrong, you have nothing to lose.

Luckily, the unification of Ymir’s two friend groups goes according to plan; the collection of strangers prove to be friendly and welcoming, and you almost feel comfortable sitting in between Ymir and Reiner, his arm behind you on the back of the sofa and Ymir’s elbow on your knee as she leans forward to talk with Eren.

Opposite you, a few of Ymir’s friends fall into a cacophony of laughter that makes you look over at them with interest. A girl with brown hair leans back into her friends arm as a guy with a buzz-cut steps into the kitchen, patting his hands on his cargos as if they were wet. You look away again when Reiner brings you up in the conversation he’s having to your right, and you’re intention is to remain there until your ears prick up at someone’s voice opposite you.

“Shit, mama, you good?”

Your head snaps to the side.

Buzz-cut arches forward in his seat with a grin on his face, patting his hand on the brunette girl’s back as she coughs into her arm. The other friend, a dirty blond who you think is called Jean, takes her drink from her hands with a laugh while she splutters. Buzz-cut laughs too, the sound all too fucking familiar.

In your chest, your heart hammers before plunging to the pit of your stomach. When he rearranges himself and lays his hands flat on his parted knees, your eyes wander to his fingers and catch the sight of a slim silver band around his middle finger, and you feel your whole body go rigid.

It’s him.

It’s your Ghostface.

“Shit, Sasha, why’d you spit your drink everywhere?” Eren asks, chuckling at the girl as she apologetically wipes her mouth and makes a move to wipe away the water. “Ugh, stop, stop.”

“Can you get the kitchen roll from the cupboard, Connie?” sighs Armin, and you watch as buzz-cut rises to his feet and circles towards a cupboard and pulls out the kitchen roll. A cupboard he knew to look inside, the familiar entry to the kitchen — your mysterious Ghostface lives here, and your body warms at the fact.

Connie approaches the shitty coffee table and unravels a blanket of paper before laying it across the spill, soaking up whatever it was Sasha was drinking. He does it fast, but you steal whatever looks you can at him while he’s not looking back.

His hair is silver, the glint of silvery hoops and studs in his left ear standing out as an accent to his appearance. You watch his fingers grip the soggy clumps of tissue and familiarise yourself with them; just a few days ago, those fingers were around your waist, that thumb rolling circles around your clit.

You subtly fidget in your seat and try to look away, but you find yourself with the urge to look at him constantly, feeling like a schoolgirl crushing on her classmate.��

“What’s it with you and coffee tables?” Reiner asks Sasha, bringing her gaze over to him and by extension you. She smiles at you both, considering you’re looking right at her and between her, Jean and Connie. “Didn’t you hurl on Eren’s on Halloween?”

“That actually wasn’t me,” Sasha says immediately, frantically looking at Eren as he levels a look at her. “I swear. I swear it wasn’t me. It was Mina, I swear.”

“I watched you do it,” Reiner replies.

“No, no! Connie, back me up—”

“He wasn’t even there!”

Connie glances at Sasha as if weighing his options by defending her, and then he looks at Reiner. As he does so, you feel your heart in your throat when his eyes pass by your figure and settle on Reiner, and then suddenly jump back to you in a double take.

Connie stands there for a moment, his eyes glued to you like a predator to prey. You watch his eyes flicker around your face, analysing you, before falling down to your chest, your legs, and then finally back at your face. You wonder if you might have fallen under the radar if only you hadn’t clenched your legs tighter together and squirmed in your seat, which is all the evidence Connie needed to confirm that you were the girl who’s pussy he’d been up inside a few nights ago.

You don’t begin to guess what he might be thinking. He slowly comes back to his senses and sits in his chair, his gaze wandering around the room before inevitably coming back to you, finding your gaze still fixed on him in a stunned surprise that he feels bloom into a sort of pride.

As he stares at you, he lets his head tilt to the side with a smile, watching the way your chest rises and falls before you force your gaze away, determined to find something interesting in Ymir’s conversation with the person next to her.

But now that you’ve seen him, and now that Connie’s seen you, you know that something has shifted, and when the vibrating pulse in your crotch returns unpleasantly, you force it away and count the seconds before you can leave with Ymir in tow — unsuspecting of the eyes that will follow as you go; oblivious to the desire stirring inside of Connie’s body to finish what he started on Halloween.

#aot #attack on titan #aot x reader #connie springer #connie springer x reader #connie springer imagine #connie x reader #aot connie #connie springer smut #connie smut #ghostface #snk #aot smut #aot imagine #connie aot #jeanbie #ittojean

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𝐈𝐓 𝐂𝐀𝐍 𝐖𝐀𝐈𝐓. | luke hughes

꒰ genre: fluff + very suggestive ;established!relationship!au | long drabble

꒰ word count: 2.6k

꒰ warnings: lots of kissing !! slight size!kink, teasing (plz let me know if i’m missing anything)

sometimes, you tended to forget just how tall your boyfriend luke was.

even though it would seem impossible to forget how the boy you love so dearly completely towers over you like a lamp post. not saying that his height was a bad thing. in fact, it was never even close to being a bad thing in your opinion.

especially when his seemingly unusual height came in handy for you whenever you couldn’t reach something.

however, his height would quickly switch over to something really teasing and annoying. like when you would be standing next to him and he would use your head as an armrest, only to end up putting the most miniscule amount of his body weight on you as he then leaned down to boop your nose with his other hand and teasingly mumble, “my adorable short girlfriend.”

and the times he would do that, you honestly wanted nothing more than to slap him right across the face.

“you lucky tall bastard,” is all you would huff out and then luke would drop his arm from your head, only to grab a firm grip of your shoulder, turn you to fully face him and hold your chin between his fingers as he slightly tilted your face up to him.

your eyes would widen and your body would lean back slightly, but luke would always keep an arm snaked around your waist keeping you up. he would then lean his face in closer to yours, hot breath fanning over you before he would say, “you know you like how tall i am though sweetheart. and i do too, because from up here, i get a perfect view of just how beautiful you are.” he always made sure to speak in a more husky tone when he said those words, surely because he knew how much it affected you when he spoke in such a deep voice.

and of course, it would leave you a complete flustered mess every single time. the hottest of temperatures rising to the sharp apples of your cheeks, leading you to plant your face right against his chest to hide the deep red blush.

he never just stopped there though. there was always some other kind of sexual thing he would come out with right afterwards. “or the perfect view i get of you when i lift you up and pin you against the wa–”

“luke warren hughes!” raising your voice at him, clutching tightly onto his shirt before pushing him back. the words that left his lips causing your mind to cloud over with the most ungodly thoughts. It wasn't even funny at this point.

and then there were days where luke would just be soft and sweet.

when he would come back to the umich boys’ house, tired and worn-out from hockey practice, slouching himself down onto his bed and closing his eyes as he kept his head down. you would always come over to the house after practice to make sure that he was taking the proper time to relax after a long day of being on the ice for hours.

you would walk through the door quietly while closing the door behind you, careful to not make too much sound as you walked up the stairs and made your way to his bedroom. seeing his weary stature, you walk closer to his frame and stand yourself between his long legs and gently grab his shoulders to pull his head into your chest. letting your hands softly rub his back or either comb themselves through his curly locks.

and he would allow you to soothe him for a while, only to then wrap his arms around your waist and pull you even closer to him as he buried his face even further into your chest and sigh softly in your comfort.

or there were even days where he was all of the above; annoying, sweet, and even sometimes full of lust.

just like he was today.

this time, you were already situated at the house awaiting luke’s return.

you hear the sounds of the door opening and closing lightly downstairs. no booming voices, just what seemed to be a singular person’s footsteps resonating louder and louder as they got closer, and you smiled to yourself softly as you kept yourself busy in the bathroom, finishing up your after-shower routine. you feel a pair of arms wrap around your waist from behind, the person burying their chin deep into the crook of your neck as they plant a gentle kiss to your cheek.

you peak at the figure through the bathroom mirror, and seeing that it’s just your boyfriend, you take in his discheveled appearance. hair a messy bunch atop his head, gray sweats paired with a simple white t-shirt covering his figure, and face seemingly softening the longer he held you close.

“you’re back,” you smile and you feel luke nod against your skin, leaving a trail of more kisses down your jaw and the side of your neck—each kiss lingering a little bit longer than the last. “how was practice today?”

“very tiring.” he mumbles quietly, nose brushing against the sensitive spot of your neck, causing a tingle to run itself down your spine. “i missed you, way way too much.”

“of course you did,” a smirk plays across your lips as you brush through your damp hair, “you seem to miss me a lot lukey.”

“i always do.” he admits innocently, pressing another kiss to your neck, his arms tightening more around your waist. luke has always been one to show the most of his affection for you—behind closed doors of course. and that usually led to many incidents of you ending up in the shower for a second time around with the boy joining in. but this time, you really weren’t feeling like standing under the steaming hot water again, so you focused yourself deeply on finishing your hair and cleaning up the mess of toiletries that were splayed around the sink from both you and the other boy’s of the house.

luke whines lightly against your skin when he notices you not picking up on his little signals he’s giving, his lips still lingering close to your neck as you finish your hair, setting your brush down in your over-night bag you kept at the house for when you would stay with him. he slightly pulls his face away from your neck and looks down at the mess you were starting to clean up. but before you could even start to get deep into it, luke quickly turns you around in his arms, yours reaching up to wrap around his torso to keep yourself stable after the fast movement.

“that mess isn’t going to clean itself lukey.” you state the obvious. however, it seemed that luke did not care one bit. he wrapped his arms tightly around you once again, holding you close against him.

“so?” he chuckles, “it’ll still be there after, you can clean it then.”

“do you really think it’ll get any better the longer it gets left there though? considering the people that live in this house.” you raise a joking eyebrow, leaning back slightly to look at your boyfriend’s face. luke just smirks with no remorse on his features at all, and you roll your eyes. “idiot.” you giggle, and he just chuckles along with you shaking his head, before pressing his forehead against yours as he bends down. luke’s hands slowly creep to the bottom hem of his oversized shirt that you had drenched over your small frame.

of course, you had stolen it from his closet, because why not?

his fingers reach your skin, thumbs rubbing small circles into your hip bones, fingertips ever so delicate as they graze your soft skin.

as well as how affectionate he can be, luke has also always been the most teasing when the two of you were alone. he would tauntingly touch you every way he could until you would take the first step. it was a small quirk you noticed in your boyfriend over the while you’ve been dating him.

and it worked every time.

bringing yourself up to your tiptoes, you let your hands leave his torso and bring your arms up to wrap around his neck, crashing your lips vastly against his. luke hums in content into the kiss as he wraps his arms even tighter than before around your waist, lifting you up to him in the slightest.

your hands grip tightly onto his neck, keeping his head close as you delve deeper and deeper into the kiss. luke holds onto your waist securely with his right arm and turns the kiss into a more fiery and passionate kind. his left arm trailing its way around your body, feeling every crevasse and curve; each perfect point of your figure he could touch.

luke’s lips that plowed into yours, nearly knocked all of the breath out of your lungs, yet moving swiftly and skillfully against yours. you hardly had a chance to even react as he presses his tongue against the seam of your lips, and after feeling your grant of access as you part your lips willingly, he dives inside your mouth. the kiss grows more sloppy with the now strong taste of beer off of his tongue hitting your taste buds that you assume he must’ve drank with his teammates before coming home.

and during these kinds of kisses, came the con of being shorter than luke.

in all honesty, standing on your tiptoes as you were for such a long duration of time could be extremely exhausting—especially when it came to kissing your incredibly attractive boyfriend. your legs ached immensely. muscles cramping up with slight pangs of pain to remind you to stop stretching as much as you were. however, the excruciating pain you were starting to feel would not stop you from continuing to kiss luke. you would never let the pain in your legs come in your way; never in a million years.

you anchor your arms more firmly around luke’s neck as he keeps kissing you, sucking on your lower lip, moulding perfectly against you. you try your best to ignore the physical exhaustion your legs were feeling and continue on.

although you heavily prayed that the boy would just carry you to bed in his arms and fall asleep with you, you didn’t want his kisses to end.

slightly peaking open your eyes, you see just how calm luke is as he kisses you, every kiss being drawn out with nothing but pure passion. a kind of passion that it would be impossible for him to just stop and take you to bed now.

you feel your feet begin to cramp under your weight, soon reaching a point where you just can’t help but fall back down to your feet. you let go of luke, his eyes softening, seeming to be worried that he had done something wrong.

luke grabs hold of your hand, rubbing softly on your palm. he looked like he was about to ask you what was wrong before he saw you glare deeply at him. “would you stop being so damn tall?”

luke’s eyes widen slightly, not expecting the comment from you, yet it still amuses him. he lets out a chuckle of surprise, looking at you with such adoration.

“i can’t really change how tall i am sweetheart.” he states, teeth showing through the smile that displays itself across his face. luke felt it troubling trying to suppress the almost bursting bubble of laughter he felt forming in his throat, but he also found his heart warming with love for you. he bends down further to meet your face more closely and lightly rubs his nose against yours, “you know you love my height.”

without notice, the corners of your lips begin to tug upwards into a big smile. “stop laughing at me, i’m being serious.” you point your finger at yourself, “some of us have to work hard for this, you know. my legs hurt.” you then pout, bending down to rub the calves of your legs to soothe them the best you could.

luke gently smiles at the sight of you, yet this time you watch him closely. this type of smile seemed like it held much more meaning than it looked. his heavy gaze didn’t leave you for even a second as you complained to him, still smiling and keeping hold onto your hand.

“dammit luke hughes, would you stop smiling at me like that!” you whine, “this is serio—”

suddenly luke lifts you up with ease that completely takes you aback. his arms wrap around your waist as he hoists you up, your legs instinctively wrapping around his lower back. immediately his hands move to support your thighs, hands slightly grazing the curve of your behind, your eyes widening before he sets you down on the counter on the side of the bathroom sink, a small mess of items on the counter being moved out of the way and some falling onto the floor in the process.

“luke,” you breath out. your arms are rested around the boy’s neck once again, but this time with less strain on your legs.

“now please,” he sighs, locking eyes with you as he places one hand on your thigh, tantalizingly rubbing his thumb against the inner side closest to your core, the other gently pushing away strands of hair that had fallen in front of your eyes before it rests on your cheek. “just let me kiss you.”

he lunges himself forward, your back colliding against the mirror as he delves back into your lips. even more vividly than before, you can taste the beer off of his tongue as it rolls along with yours. the bitter taste seeping down your throat with every pulse his tongue makes in your mouth.

it felt like magic. the way his lips connected so perfectly with yours, tongue rolling against yours in a rhythm that made you melt like puddy in his arms. his mouth was so warm, the caressing touch of his lips much softer than anything else you have ever felt and you let out a sweet moan into him, hands raising up to tangle your fingers into his curly tufts of hair. you tugged at them slightly, his body heat burning against you and you can feel the growing bulge between his legs that grazed against your thighs.

you stifle out a small gasp as his lips leave yours, lips trailing down your skin, causing your entire body to flutter. the heat between the both of your bodies warms you completely, leading you to feel more heat pooling between your legs as luke sucks softly at the skin of your neck. he only lets go of your flesh once he sees the bright red mark that is left behind. your head drops forward onto his broad shoulder, soft whimpers leaving your throat as you feel his warm breath fanning over your skin, and your fingers dig themselves deeper into his scalp.

he slowly pulls away from your neck causing you to lift your head, his soft hooded eyes locking with yours. the heaving breaths coming from the both of you being the only distinct audio in the entire house. you softly smile at the boy, hands cupping his face delicately, thumbs grazing the very very slight stubble growing along his jaw.

“still feel like cleaning that mess now?” he asks lowly, the expression on his face dark and filled with desire as his forehead leans against yours. you know exactly what he wants now. your legs still wrapped around him, his hard erection being felt right against your covered arousal.

your legs didn’t ache anymore, however something else was now aching for him and you craved it so much.

“hmm,” you could simply just hum, voice caught in your throat, before hurriedly pulling him back into your lips again. you had no intentions whatsoever on letting him go. the mess in the bathroom could wait for now. but the boy in front of you, the one that looked at you with such lust and want in this moment, could not wait any longer.

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hyperactively-me · 8 months

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Ok, humor me plz. Princess!reader finally gets fed up with shit and out of frustration slaps king!ghost in the face. The need to slap a bitch in this fic is increasing by the day lmao. I can imagine he like grabs her arm when she is walking away from him while he is talking to her and she reflexively just slaps him. On the inside she is like "aw fuck" but the outside she just has fire in her eyes.

wow oh wow, yeah, this would 100% happen. love to see it. love this, thank you, anon!

You were on your second to last day of travel. Tomorrow, you will reach Kastron and officially begin your new life. Lovely.

It was the evening, sun low in the sky. Pinks and oranges fall in between the cracks of the trees, casting golden shadows all around. Honestly, you loved the forest.

You take one look back at the hustle and bustle of the servants setting up camp. When was the last time this whole journey you had a moment to yourself? Taking a breath, you turn and start exploring the forest around you. The leaves beneath your feet made a comforting, rhythmic crunching sound merging with the distant symphony of singing birds and the gentle rustling of leaves in the air. The air was filled with a soothing earthy aroma, a reminder of your garden's numerous plants and flowers. You couldn't help but notice how the sunlight filtered through the leaves above, creating intricate patterns of light and shadow on the forest floor.

You bask in the sunlight for a moment longer. The sun is starting to dip lower on the horizon, a chilly wind picking up, blowing your hair. Taking a long, deep breath in, you make your way back to camp.

That’s when you catch a glint in the corner of your eye. Armor. Helmetless, yet a balaclava still covers his idiotic face. Not that you’ve seen it before. And there Ghost is.

He's standing in a clearing, practically marching toward you like a soldier heading into battle. The intensity of his anger is palpable, radiating off him like heat from a furnace. He strides forward purposefully, like a soldier going into battle, each step echoing with frustration and resentment.

The sight stops you in your tracks, sending goosebumps up your arms. His demeanor is unwavering, his countenance a blend of rage and exasperation. It's as if his entire being is consumed by the storm of emotions brewing within him, and you can practically feel the crackling tension in the air.

Your heart begins to race as he gets closer, the sound of your own pulse pounding in your ears. You're split between the impulse to flee and the realization that running will only make matters worse. So you hold your ground, your breath seizing in your throat as he approaches.

As he comes to a stop just a few paces away, a charged silence hangs between you. His chest rises and falls rapidly, his eyes locked onto yours with a mixture of fire and frustration. You can almost taste the words that are poised to spill from his lips, words that could either alleviate the tension or ignite an even more explosive reaction.

You search for words, for some explanation or apology that might defuse the impending confrontation, but your mind feels blank, all thoughts evaporated.

“What were you thinking?” he's seething.

“I—”

“What were you thinking?”

His hands flex at his sides.

Your mouth flounders, trying to find an explanation.

“What, you thought I ran off?”

The words slip out before you can think twice, your own frustration rising to meet his anger. His eyes narrow, a mixture of surprise and something else you can't quite decipher flickering across his face. The tension is so thick you could cut it with a knife, and you're both caught in a standoff, emotions swirling like a whirlpool between you.

“Something could’ve happened—”

“Nothing happened!”

“You could’ve been hurt. Or lost. Or kidnapped. Or killed.”

You scoff, throwing your hands up in the air animatedly.

“Yeah, you only care about your little fiance running off because you can’t control her every move, her every—”

“No, that’s not—”

“Oh, I’m sorry, your majesty, did I step out of line?

“Stop.”

“Oh, please, forgive me, your majesty, I forgot that I’m supposed to be the perfect little wife—”

“Enough.” His voice is sharp, cutting through the air like a blade.

The forest seems to bear witness to this clash, the rustling leaves and the evening sounds seeming to echo the turmoil of your exchange. He takes a step closer, his frustration still evident but tempered by something else. His chest rises and falls with his breaths, his gaze locked onto yours.

You wait for him to say something. When he doesn’t, you scoff, not even bothering to look at him as you push past him, knocking your shoulder on his chestplate. Immediately upon passing him, he seizes your wrist to halt your movement, his grip iron-tight, whipping you around to face him. In response, before you can even think about what you’re doing, your hand instinctively meets his cheek with a forceful slap, right across Ghost’s face.

The sound of the slap is followed by a stunned silence. He doesn’t let go of your wrist, but his eyes widen in shock. His free hand comes up to touch his cheek where the sting of the slap lingers. You’re breathing hard, trying to yank your wrist out of his grip. Suddenly he drops your wrist, watching you stumble back from the force, giving you space.

His expression is a mix of offense and regret. He rolls out his jaw, tugs his balaclava more securely on his face, hands flexing at his sides. The last of the days sunlight filters through the trees, casting a gentle glow over his armor. For a moment, you don’t regret it. Hell, he’s been nothing short of overbearing and a nuisance since you met. But, for some reason, a small part of you feels bad. Maybe his anger had its roots in concern, but the way he expressed it had only fueled your own frustration.

“I’m tired of feeling like my every move has to be scrutinized,” you admit, your voice carrying a touch of weariness. “I can take care of myself.”

“Yeah, well, you’re gonna have to prove that to me, sweetheart.”

“I’ve got plenty of time,” you say quietly.

He sidesteps you, a range of emotions flickering across his face.

“Don’t run off like that again,” he murmurs. “Fuckin’ hell.”

You nod slowly, wringing your hands.

“I’m sorry.”

“Go,” he commands, hand resting on his hilt.

You look up at him, his foot tapping, waiting for you to go. With that, you turn on your heel and make your back up to camp. He follows on a few feet behind you, his shadow cast over you as you head back.

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#goddamn #he maybe got a little turned on by the slap #but he's respectful #simon ghost riley x reader #ghost x reader #simon riley x reader #simon ghost x you #simon ghost x reader #simon riley x you #simon ghost riley x you #simon “ghost” riley x reader #simon “ghost” riley x you #hyperactivelyme

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evieskiesss · 7 months

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Can u plz write a dom bill smut? theres a lack of bill smut lately and its so devastating + i LOVE ur writing 😭❤️

QUIT YOUR JOB- BILL KAULITZ.

𝙎𝙊𝙁𝙏 𝘿𝙊𝙈 𝘽𝙄𝙇𝙇:)

𝙬𝙖𝙧𝙣𝙞𝙣𝙜𝙨: 𝙥 𝙞𝙣 𝙫, 𝙨𝙤𝙛𝙩𝙙𝙤𝙢!𝙗𝙞𝙡𝙡, 𝙨𝙪𝙗!𝙧𝙚𝙖𝙙𝙚𝙧, 𝙛𝙞𝙣𝙜𝙚𝙧𝙞𝙣𝙜, 𝙪𝙨𝙚 𝙤𝙛 𝙨𝙚𝙭 𝙩𝙤𝙮𝙨, 𝙥𝙧𝙖𝙞𝙨𝙚, 𝙨𝙤𝙢𝙚 𝙡𝙞𝙜𝙝𝙩 𝙙𝙚𝙜𝙧𝙖𝙙𝙖𝙩𝙞𝙤𝙣, 𝙘𝙪𝙩𝙚 𝙖𝙛𝙩𝙚𝙧𝙘𝙖𝙧𝙚, 𝙘𝙧𝙚𝙖𝙢𝙥𝙞𝙚, 𝙘𝙤𝙘𝙠𝙬𝙖𝙧𝙢𝙞𝙣𝙜 (𝙠𝙞𝙣𝙙𝙖?):)

a/n: hiiii and YESSS OFCCCC. I DEFINITELY NOTICED THE LACK OF BILL SMUT SO INHAD TO FIX THAT RQ😘. AND OMG I LOVE ALLL THE REQUESTS IVE RECEIVED, i’m sooo glad that you guys are actually sending them in🥹. please give me some time as i’m super busy but i will definitely try to do everyone’s requests as soon as i can!!

It was a tough day at work. A day full of bulky paperwork, long calls full of appointments and nasty complaints, as well as some harsh scolding's from your boss.

Bill came out from the kitchen, a warm smile on his face. "you're home," he grinned, walking toward you to plant a sweet kiss to your lips. You kissed back softly, not having the energy to reciprocate as much passion.

He pulled away , his eyebrows furrowed at your state. Your face was flat, eyes hollow with turned down lips. Your shoulders were slouched while your hands sluggishly undid the buttons on your white blouse.

"bad day at work?" he asked, a hint of sadness in his tone. You nodded slowly, your expression not changing as you continued to undo the buttons. "yeah," you replied flatly, the weight of everything now suddenly becoming heavier.

He frowned a little, pulling your arm to let you sit on a kitchen stool in front of the island. "tell me, what's wrong?" he asked, leaning forward as he was eager to hear what might've turned your day so sour.

You sighed, rolling your eyes a little as you remembered everything. "so much fucking paperwork, did about 150 pages. i had to take so many calls today, so many of them were just pure bullshit. this one lady called complaining about our policy and began insulting me as if i was the one who fucking created it. my dumbass boss basically yelled at me in front of everyone because of an appointment I scheduled when he specifically told me to do it for that day! apparently he didn't want it anymore and just assumed I was a fucking psychic that reads minds- and i can't get this fucking button off!"

Your tone becoming more frustrated and aggressive as you spoke, nearly shouting as you almost ripped the shirt apart. Bill shot up from his seat next to you, quickly pulling your arms apart from the blouse. "okay, okay- just relax," he said softly in a soothing tone.

You let out a frustrated breath, your hand coming up to rub your face. Bill's fingers gently began undoing the buttons, careful enough to not tug on the fragile thread.

It was silent until he was about half-way, "i think you should quit." You chuckled, almost scoffing, "i wish." You kept your hand over your eyes, trying to ease the now throbbing headache.

Bill shrugged even though you couldn't see him. "i'm serious. i think you should quit," he replied, now a bit more serious. "and do what? become a stripper?" you joked. He laughed, the smile coming up on his face.

Even if when extremely tired and annoyed,

you kept your humor. "i cant quit, Bill. how else will i-"

"me. i'll give you everything you need. you don't have to work, y'know," he said with a smile, undoing the last button. You chuckled at his silly idea, "i cant do that," you shook your head, now taking the blouse off.

Bill gently pushed the fabric back, helping you slip the blouse off before setting it on the island, now leaving you in your bra and pants. "why not?"

You chuckled again, a small smile coming from his selflessness. His hands came to rest on your hips as he stood in front of you, admiring you entirely.

"Bill, i'm not going to let you do that," you tried, your hands now running up his arms.

He cocked his head to the side slightly, his eyes narrowing slightly. "well, why not? i mean," he kissed you softly, "-we already live together," he kissed you again as he spoke against your lips.

"and," kiss, "i don't work by making all this music for nothing," he tried to reason with you. He caught your lips in another kiss, his lips pressing against yours with love.

You let out a small sigh through your nose, pulling away as you looked at him with an uneasy smile. "i don't know, Bill.. i don't want you to feel like i'm just with you for money or something-"

"nonsense!" he cut you off. He gave you a slightly pleading look, "you've been with me for years now, even before all of the money & fame. i would never think that," he reassured you.

You looked up at him, your face still uneasy. He pursed his lips slightly before sighing, "just think about it, baby!" His face came closer to you again, noses brushing.

"no paperwork, no calls, no mean bosses," he started, kissing you softly. "no waking up early, no dumb complaints, no stupidly tight blousesss," his voice trailed off jokingly as you laughed lightly.

He smiled, catching your lips in another kiss. "waking up late, going out whenever you want, you can lay in bed all day, go get your nails done, your hair, anything you want," his voice became a quieter the more he listed things.

"i'll give you anything you want," he whispered, kissing you again. The kiss was slightly harder, slower. His grip on your thighs becoming tighter. You moaned softly into the kiss, Bill's tone of speaking now getting to you.

You hummed, pulling away just enough for you to speak. "I need to think about it, billy," you whispered back, your fingers gently playing with his hair.

He looked down at you, nodding softly as he took his lower lip between his teeth. "maybe you just need some more convincing," he suggested, his voice becoming lower.

His hand moved your hair to one side, exposing your skin to him fully. "what d-do you mean?" you breathed out, feeling Bill's lips give open mouthed kisses to your neck.

"you're going to quit," he mumbled, "let me convince you." You didn't have time to respond before his teeth gave your neck a quick nip, you winced at the sudden pain which somehow bled into pleasure.

"you're okay," he whispered, continuing to kiss down your neck. His hands went up to your sides, rubbing them. You let out a soft moan as he sucked on your sweet spot, now leaving a dark hickey.

"c'mon," he whispered before grabbing your legs, suddenly carrying you into your shared bedroom. You kissed his neck as he walked you there, his scent invading your nose in a calming manner.

He closed the door the behind him, gently placing you down on the mattress with him on top of you. You let out a small moan, his hands now undoing your pants.

He slipped them off with the help of your legs, discarding them somewhere before slamming his lips against yours again. Your hands found the hem of his shirt, pushing it up slightly to indicate you wanted it off.

He followed with a chuckle, tossing his shirt off before leaning back down. His hands gripped your sides, pushing you more up on the bed so that your head lay comfortably against the pillows.

You both breathed heavily, his lips finding yours again as he kissed you slower, but with passion. His hand slipped behind you, undoing your bra before discarding it. He quickly fondled your breast, his lips ghosting over your ear, "i'm gonna make you feel good, okay?"

He caught your nipple in his mouth, sucking on it as he felt it harden. You let out soft moans, your hands tangling themselves in his air as you arched your back.

He chuckled, now moving to the other nipple. His tongue swirled around it, gently taking it between his teeth to tug on. You let out a light hiss at the sting, before being soothed by his warm tongue running over it.

You let out a small whine, your hands reaching the buttons on his pants to undo before he stopped you. "let me take care of you. i know you've had a hard day," he whispered, kissing your breast.

You bit your lower lip gently, nodding as his fingers looped around your panties, dragging them down your legs and away to the ground. He spread your legs open, holding them apart by your thighs.

He let out a low groan as your area glistened, his thumb coming up to meet his tongue for saliva. His thumb pressed itself against your clit, causing you to jolt as he rubbed slow circles against it.

You let out a low moan, loving the slow pleasure he gave you. His fingers came down between your folds, collecting some of your wetness before pushing in two fingers.

A silent groan came from your throat as he slowly stretched you out, his fingers pushing themselves in until they hit the knuckle. The tip of his fingers gently ghosting over your spongey spot.

He slowly pumped his fingers in & out, pushing up against your g-spot as he curled his fingers. You moaned as his thumb continued to rub your clit, his lips coming down to swallow your moans.

You let out small breaths as you felt his fingers go deeper, now curling harder. He kissed you again, making it hard for you to kiss back as you felt the knot in your abdomen grow tight.

“feels nice, doesn’t it?” he asked against your lips, his fingers perfectly hitting your g-spot. You whined, feeling your orgasm grow closer. He bit your lip rather harshly, causing you to hiss.

“i asked you a question,” he mumbled huskily, his fingers going faster & rubbing your clit harsher. “yes, yes!” you closed your eyes tightly, feeling your orgasm approach.

You let out a dragged out groan as your orgasm hit, cumming on his fingers as he slowed his pace. “good, so good,” he whispered as he pulled his fingers out.

He licked his fingers up, enjoying the taste of you. He came down to kiss you again, his lips tasting of you as his hands sweetly rubbed your thighs again. “think you can do another?” he asked.

You nodded, half-lidded. He smiled, pecking your nose as he turned over to grab some toys. When you fully opened your eyes, you were taken aback by the items.

A vibrator set next to your thigh, as well as a dildo. You were familiar with the vibrator, but not with the dildo. You looked up at him, slightly uneasy.

He chuckled at your expression, his fingers gently caressing your abdomen. “you trust me, right?” he asked. You nodded again, of course you did. He smiled, “then trust me. i’ll be gentle,” he whispered.

You felt a slight burn arise in your area again, you were nervous but excited. You two hadn’t experimented quite fully with toys, so it would be a different experience.

He situated himself on his knees, between your legs. Your legs were spread open for him, your cunt still wet from your previous orgasm. He grabbed the vibrator, turning it to a low setting before pressing it firmly on your clit.

Your hips jolted at the sudden sensation, his hand quickly coming to hold your hip down. “ah,” you breathed out as it vibrated against your bundle of nerves.

He slowly rubbed it up & down, your hips bucking up as the feeling bled into intense pleasure. You closed your eyes, loving it. Suddenly, you felt a cold object at your entrance.

You looked down to see the dildo, lathered in a thin layer of lube. Bill looked up at you with a warm smile, “relax,” he whispered. Your jaw hung low as he began to push it in you, your walls stretching as you felt yourself adjust to the foreign toy.

It wasn’t that big, obviously not as big as Bill’s cock, but the dildo was decorated with various thick faux veins. A whine left your lips as he pushed the rest in, letting you adjust before he began pumping it.

He maintained a slow pace, only pushing it out slightly before pumping it further in you. The short thrusts mixed perfectly with the vibrations.

Bills finger discreetly pushed on the button, leaving it at a higher setting. You whined again, Bill’s wrist now thrusting the dildo in a bit harsher.

He occasionally rotated the dildo in you, making you squirm as you felt your second orgasm approaching. You bucked your hips up, meeting the thrusts of the dildo as you felt your thighs slightly begin to shake.

“do you like that?” he asked, looking up at you through his lashes with a playful grin. You only managed to hum back before your orgasm came crashing down, your hips shuddering.

“good fucking girl, you listen so well,” he cooed.

You arched your back, feeling him now tone down his movements in an attempt to drag out your orgasm. You panted heavily as you recovered, wincing slightly as he gently pulled the dildo out.

The toy was covered in your juices, a smirk on his face as it glistened. “so fucking hot,” he mumbled, now setting the toys aside. You tried to regain your breath as you laid there, your body covered in sweat.

You were deep in your mind, not realizing the sounds coming from in front of you as Bill undressed himself. He took his pants off, along with his boxers as he kissed up your chest to your lips.

“one more for me, okay?” he whispered, pure lust flowing from his voice. Your eyes snapped open, one more? He chuckled , “c’mon, baby. you’ve been doing so good, last one, alright?” he reassured you, pecking your lips repeatedly.

You let out a shaky breath, nodding as you felt his body come on top of you. His hands on either side of your head, his chest against yours and the tip of his cock right at your entrance.

He pushed his hips forward, his cock stretching you out, more than the toy. You let out a small moan at the burn which bled into pleasure as he buried his cock further into you.

He groaned as he bottomed out into you, his face in the crook of your neck. His small breaths tickling your neck. His tip pressed firmly against your spongey spot, god was he big.

He pulled back slightly, snapping his hips forward before slowly pulling back again. He kept a slow pace, making sure to bury his cock as deep as he could into you.

His short thrusts made you writhe, the way his cock would just barely give you a break as he pulled back, only to shove himself deep into you again, making you feel incredibly full.

“so tight. just for me,” be breathed out. He moaned and licked at your neck, his teeth gently grazing your sensitive skin as he continued to fuck himself into you. Your hips bucking up to match his thrusts.

He groaned as you did this, making his tip ram into your spot harder. “fuck, just like that,” he sighed, a burn in his hips starting as he started to grow tired.

But the way your walls would clench around him, the soft sounds of him thrusting into you and your moans, there was no way he was going to stop.

Occasionally, he would take small breaks by shoving himself entirely in, rotating his hips for friction. You wailed at this, his entire body weight practically shoving his cock in deeper into you.

His finger trailed down your body, finding your swollen clit as he rubbed soft circles on it. “fuck! i’m gonna cum,” you hissed, throwing your head back.

He panted heavily, now thrusting himself harder. “me too, baby. fuck- so close,” he mewled before he felt you gasp, your legs suddenly shaking.

Your eyes rolled back, nails digging into the skin on his back as you cummed. Your walls tightly squeezing around him caused him to let out a deep groan, his cum squirting in you.

He let out strings of curses, his hips now slowing down. You whimpered as he continued, his head dropping slightly to watch his cock easily slide in & out of you.

His cum threatened to seep out, but didn’t as he grabbed your hips, angling them upward to keep it in. “B-bill,” you moaned out softly with a scrunched face, his eyes fixated on your cunt as he fucked his cum into you.

“just making sure it stays in,” he whispered back, laying back on top of you without pulling out. He wrapped his arms around you, kissing your forehead lovingly. “gonna stay inside for a bit longer.”

You chuckled, kissing his chin, nodding.

“i’m gonna quit my job.”

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mintaikcorpse · 2 months

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Why Blitzø Likes Stolas

I've made jokes about Blitzø liking Stolas bcuz his type is tall, rich, powerful demons with musical talent, and that's probably kinda true, but I wanna talk about the real reasons Blitzø likes Stolas. Tldr at the end.

I think one of the major reasons Blitzø likes Stolas is how kind, sincere, and affectionate he is. Stolas is always making sure he is okay and is very passionate about litterally everything he does (dramatic little bitch, lol). And while he's ignorant ("my impish little plaything"???), he does mean well. Taking Octavia to Looloo Land to make her feel better, Going full demon mode to save IMP, his attentiveness to Blitzø during his mental breakdown in Seeing Stars, him absolutely adoring Octavia, him helping Ozzie when he gained no real benefit, etc, etc.

Also, expanding more on the affectionate part, Blitzø is shown to not get much affection or love in his life at all. His family situation was a giant mess (his dad literally sold him for 5 bucks and a condom Jesus Christ-), and Stolas is a very loving and affectionate person. Obviously, this is shown with Blitzø, but also with Octavia ('my precious little starfire', always staying patient with Via, even if he can be a bit dismissive, going full demon mode when Blitzø said he lost Via), and even his plants (he raised the flesh-eating plant since he was a kid, he pets the plant, on his insta he called a puprle rose "a handsome little rose"). And yeah, he's going to be affectione with Via, that's his daughter, but in Hell, (or maybe just from Blitzø's perspective, it'a hard to tell honestly) that's shown to be a rarity. So obviously, he's going to admire that about him.

And also, compare that to Blitzø's life. His dad saw him as less than, something happened that made his sister hate him, his mom seemed to be a good parent, but she's dead, his best friend and former crush hated his guts for 15 years, his daughter does care about him but she also mostly just shows anger and annoyance with him, and even Moxxie, who'd I'd argue is his best friend, gets annoyed with him constantly (I would too tbh but this isn't about that). Stolas just being his loving and affectionate self and being so happy to see him and always being so sweet to Blitzø is like a breath of fresh air to him.

Another thing is that Stolas shows clear interest in the things he likes. Take horses as example, bcuz we all know Blitzø is obsessed with them. Most of the time, his friends are pretty passive about it, but Stolas actually indulges him. Some of this is from their instas, but Stolas got him a horse Hoodie, he draws horses with him, and Stolas even got inspired to draw because of Blitzø.

(Also, plz note that in another post he commented that it smells like Stolas, and I want everyone to appreciate how happy he looks in this photo while smelling it again)

Blitzø probably admires Stolas's theatrics as well because despite growing up in a Circus where you were supposed to be dramatic and showy, he was still always taught to ignore or hide his true emotions (Cash ignoring that he didn't want to go to the Goetia Palace because "MONEY"). And while Stolas was raised the same way, he still wears his heart and emotions on his sleeve and is always showing them, whether it be positive or negative

And we all know thst Blitzø has major self hatred issues, but Stolas was genuinely interested in Blitzø as a person. Laughing at his jokes, asking how his day went, and with all of this, you can't help but wonder if Blitzø was figuring out that he did too. I think that's why he was so heartbroken about Ozzie's. Because to him, Stolas hiding his face was just proof that Stolas didn't care. That he was just a little plaything. But, Blitzø liked that Stolas liked him for who he was, and that he didn't have to pretend to be someone different.

Yes, ik Blitzø wasn't here for some of them, and he thinks that Stolas is just faking all of this. BUT, Blitzø can notice things subconsciously, and the stuff that Blitzø wasn't there for was to talk about Stolas's character as well. That's why I wanted to talk about this, to talk about what Blitzø sees in Stolas and his character.

Feel free to add anything if you want! I'd love to hear your guy's opinions, takes, and thoughts on the ship. I'm probably gonna a make a post on why Stolas likes Blitzø at some point, lol

Tldr; Blitzø likes Stolas because he's kind, sincere, loving, affectionate, passionate, caring, dramatic, and likes Blitzø for who he is.

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junggunz · 1 month

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5+4 | 🔞

summary: gun seeing you naked for the first time and how his aftercare would be like. cw: fembodied reader, established relationship, smut, p in v, pull out method lol please make healthy choices. gun in his softboi era lowkey but like...it's still gun. cmon wc: 2.6k (why the fuck did i do that) an: for once i have nothing to say AHAHA. but check my masterlist for what numbers and characters have already been requested. plz and thanks.

As someone who has committed a series of atrocities and gained many enemies in the process, Gun has to have some redeeming qualities. It’s only with you, a softer, gentler side of the Shiro Oni can be seen. To you, he’s the Prince Charming you’ve been searching for; kissing frog after frog to finally get to him.

But now, after a few months of dating, you’re staying over at Gun’s place for the first time and it feels like the ultimate test of how genuine his intentions are. In his heart, he knows that he adores you as a person. However, that doesn’t change the fact that as you shower, all he can think about is how he wished you invited him to join you. It’s natural, isn’t it? To crave intimacy with a loved one. You’re no saint but in comparison to Gun, you may as well be one because as much as he longs to feel your skin on his, he’s worried about tainting the perfection that he sees you as.

Gun rarely feels shy or nervous, yet it’s the only emotion coursing through him when he hears the faucet stop and signal the end of your shower. Pacing back and forth in the master bedroom as he anticipates your emergence from the en suite bathroom, it feels like every nerve in his body is on fire. Not even the refreshing menthol of a cigarette—or four— can calm him down. With the way he was acting right now, one would think that this was his first time seeing someone naked. That’s the farthest thing from the truth but Gun can’t rationalize why taking this step in your relationship makes him so anxious.

Before he could take some time to deliberate over the matter, he turns toward the sound of the bathroom door opening and sees your familiar figure clad in the robe he had gifted you specifically for your stay this evening. If he didn’t have an ironclad grip on controlling his emotions in your presence, his jaw would have been on the floor. Mind silenced upon meeting eyes with you, he can’t help but give you a fond smile. A genuine smile reserved only for you.

“How was your shower?” Gun speaks up, eager to fill the silence between you before it can start to suffocate him and cause him to spiral down the rabbit hole of thoughts pertaining to your nude figure beneath the robe.

“It was fine.” You reply curtly, sauntering toward him as you dried your hair with a towel.

Now standing before him, so close he could feel the residual heat from your steaming shower radiating off you, Gun’s cool demeanor starts to melt.

“My shower would have been better if you joined me.” You murmur, looking up at him with less than innocent eyes; the reflection in your irises saying more than enough about where your mind was.

Towel forgotten, you reach to plant your hands on Gun’s broad chest, feigning interest in the expensive material of his shirt. The fabric is nice beneath your fingers, but as exquisite as it is, it’s pesky. It’s acting as a barrier between your longing touch and the defined muscle of Gun’s chest.

“Oh, is that so?” Gun replies in an even tone, voice unwavering but his jaw tensing up as your hands slide lower and lower until he has to reach to grab your wrists. “I thought it would have been impolite of me to intrude.”

“Since when did you care about being polite?” You scoff with a small laugh, gaze still fixed on him. “We’ve been dating for a while now. You don’t need to hold back all the time.”

Gun’s lips curl up into the faintest of smirks, face cast in a dark shadow as he looks at you like you’re something to eat.

“Don’t regret saying that now.” He warns you before his fingers find the edge of your robe’s sash, giving the material a light tug and causing the knot to come undone.

No longer secured, your robe falls open and a long stretch of skin is revealed to Gun before you let the garment slip off your shoulders and pile into a heap of silk on the floor. Never had you seen your boyfriend look at anything with such awe as you observe the way he marvels at your nude figure.

It feels like time stands still as Gun takes in the sight. He doesn’t know how long he spends just staring at you and ruminating over where to start with you. But after spending time to take in your visage, his body acts on its accord.

You knew exactly what you were getting into taking Gun as your lover but you didn’t expect that the two of you would abstain from intimacy beyond kissing for this long. In every single one of his touches, you can sense a desire that rivals the lust you felt toward him. Each fleeting pass of his hands over your skin leaves you yearning for more but with how long Gun has waited to see, let alone touch your naked form, you can’t bring yourself to dictate his actions.

Familiarizing himself with the surface of your skin, every mark, curve, and dip embeds itself into his memory. At this point, Gun is far past the point of acting a lovestruck fool just ogling you; he wants to know what makes you tick, where your erogenous zones are, and how to make you come apart beneath him.

Laid out on the supima cotton sheets after easing Gun out of his clothes, it’s your turn to stare now. Yes, you have seen him without his shirt on multiple occasions; that wasn’t special. What has your jaw hinged open is the impressive length that had been hiding from you all this time. Even when Gun leans in to press his mouth on yours, you’re distracted by his bare cock in all its glory grazing your inner thigh and can’t help but tilt your hips toward him in hopes of tempting him inside you.

“Such an eager little thing.” Gun chuckles quietly, his condescending words fanning across your lips as he feels you starting to squirm underneath him. “Waiting this long to have sex seems to have taken a toll on both of us.”

“I didn’t even want to wait.” You mutter under your breath, your lips still swollen from the brief but heavy liplock.

As if in a trance, you silently watch Gun pull back slightly, kneeling between your spread thighs with one hand idly stroking his length before he moves closer again. Dragging the tip of his cock through your folds, parting them ever so slightly as the bulbous head prods the arousal seeping out of your entrance then bringing it up to your clit. The feather light pressure isn’t enough and Gun knows that. Purposely teasing you and tempting you until you utter the magic words to get him inside you. It’s only when he gives several slaps of his heavy shaft against your cunt, you give in.

“Please…Please fuck me.” You beg him quietly as if it pains you to utter that phrase. “I can’t wait any longer.” You admit, your cheeks becoming hot while you avoid his eyes.

“With no condom? How naughty.” Gun teasingly remarks, his hands planting themselves on the underside of your thighs as he pushes them closer to your chest; exposing more of your soaked center to him.

“Have you been fucking someone else when I’m not around?” You ask him sassily, narrowing your eyes at him.

“Of course not.” He answers, mirroring your expression with the faintest tinge of disgust at the mere idea of being with someone other than you.

Rather than give him a verbal response that would most definitely escalate into a mood killing conversation, you shoot him an expectant look; urging him to get on with it. With how hard it was to ignore the throbbing sensation in his loins, Gun has no qualms about finally easing inside of you; he could wait some other day to toy with you some more. All that mattered in this moment was getting that long awaited friction he’s been dreaming of.

Despite the lack of prep, your walls warmly invite Gun’s cock inside; practically sucking him in as he pushes forward. Both of you have your eyes fixed on the image of his length sinking fully into you. The way your pussy pulses around him when he’s given you every inch and his oh so full balls are smushed up against the curve of your ass doesn’t go unnoticed by Gun. In fact, the little action serves as the green light for him to draw his hips back before slamming forward; producing a surprised moan from you in response to the feeling of him getting so deep inside of you.

The sensation is only heightened when Gun gently slips an arm under your back, scooping you up and pulling you closer to him while his other hand latches on to your thigh. With one leg hiked up and the other one laying flat against the mattress, you feel Gun’s cock rubbing against your insides in the most delectable way; soft moans pouring past your lips every time he pushes into you. Face buried into your neck, he groans in response to your walls embracing him so tightly. Every roll of his hips is so precise and deliberate, hitting pleasure spots within you that you never knew existed.

Digging his fingertips in the meat of your thigh, Gun’s pace gradually picks up, your body moving in tandem with his as each of his thrusts are hard enough to rock your entire being. His menthol tinged breath fans across your already flushed face with every groan he lets out between filthy whispers and sweet nothings.

“Oh, baby, you feel so good.” He pants hotly. “Slutty pussy is squeezing me so much…it’s like you’ve been needing me to fuck you.”

His words are incriminating; but true. You can’t deny that you’ve been longing to feel him inside you and filling you up like this. Even if your vacant mind had any semblance of a thought to deny his accusation, your wet pussy nastily squelching every time he pushes into you would give you away. It’s an absolute mess; how your arousal thickly covers Gun’s entire length, creating a creamy white ring around the base and even permeating the sheets beneath you. So soaked and eager to take him, you know that if he had spent any time trying to prep you with his fingers, you wouldn’t feel much. All that mattered to you was his cock filling you up.

“Aw, you like it when I get rough? That’s cute.” Gun coos mockingly after feeling your pussy somehow manage to get even wetter when the tip of his cock meanly bumps your cervix.

“It’s too much, you’re too deep.” You slur, eyes only half open as you endure each one of the brutal snaps of his hips.

“You can take it. You’ve been doing so good for me, sweetheart.” He murmurs in response, his thrusts unrelenting.

The line between pleasure and pain is too thin. You find yourself tethering back and forth between both with each of Gun’s ministrations. It almost scares you how quick he was to pick up on what your threshold for each was. But with your body doing all talking and giving such obvious hints of what felt good, could you really be surprised? Gun learns very fast that you revel in the sweet burn of his cock bullying your cervix. You like feeling him using his entire body weight to pin you against the bed, you like the way he squeezes your hip to bring you back to Earth when your head gets spacey, and you absolutely love when he lets you know how amazing you make him feel; not picky about if it was a verbal affirmation or a physical cue.

Whining out his name in such a desperate tone, Gun knows what’s coming next. A menacing smile briefly graces his lips as he continues to hammer his cock in and out of your silky walls. Written all over your face, your orgasm is taking your body over faster than your mind can process. You’re just like a helpless little lamb in Gun’s eyes, unable to escape your fate before you’re consumed. He doesn’t like to think about his own sadistic tendencies, but the moment the first cry escapes your lips and the tears to match it escape the corners of your eyes as your orgasm washes over you, he feels himself rapidly nearing his finish despite previously lagging far behind you. For a split second, he mentally curses himself for not being able to hold out longer before his mind is wiped of all thoughts except for getting off.

For the finale of your act, Gun pulls out of your sensitive walls once he’s sure that he’s fucked you through the last vestiges of your orgasm. Barely pulling out on time, he leaves your pussy gaping and stretched out in the shape of his cock then lets his seed pour out in thick ribbons all over your swollen hole. Pleased with the outcome of this evening, he sits back on his knees to resume admiring your nude figure; now painted with his cum and looking even more beautiful to him.

“You should have finished inside. I need another shower now.” You mumble in an exhausted tone, your head still spinning from the intense finish.

Chuckling softly, Gun gives your thigh a stingy slap that shocks your already overworked nerves.

“Is that an invite? I didn’t think you could take another round.” He teases, earning a playful eye roll from you.

Getting up from bed, Gun moves around the room; first finding his discarded boxers to slip them on. The way he flits around is too fast for your tired eyes to wanna keep up so you let your heavy eyelids fall closed. After a few seconds of waiting for him to return, you hear the familiar click of his lighter then smell the smoke clouding the air and your eyes open up even quicker than you had shut them.

“Are you serious? You’re not gonna clean me up?” You ask in disbelief, pushing yourself up against the pillows, seeing Gun going to open a window. As the smoke drifts out the window, so do your ideas about him being the perfect prince.

“I was getting to that.” He responds, taking a drag from his cigarette; letting it rest between his lips before leaving the room.

The few minutes he’s gone feel like hours and you’re ready to fall asleep until you feel the mattress sink beside you and get a whiff of Gun’s signature fragrance of cigarettes and expensive cologne. His touch his surprisingly delicate as he brings a warm washcloth to your private parts, wiping away all physical evidence of your activities; setting it on the bedside table and trading it for a water bottle that he hands to you.

“I thought you’d be better at aftercare.” You criticize him playfully as you unscrew the cap from your water, taking a few hefty gulps to hydrate yourself.

“We only went one round. You shouldn’t need me to baby you.” He tells you in a serious tone, which only causes you to reach to pinch him. Though your action doesn’t cause him any actual pain, the way you keep pestering him is enough to get him to relent. “Fine, fine. Should I get a bath ready for you?”

You’re silent, crossing your arms as you stare back at him with a stoic expression.

“I will go get a bath ready for you.” He corrects himself, getting up from bed once again with a small sigh. “Would you like anything else, my love?”

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