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sorrowfulrosebud · 6 months

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I need to punish Denki so bad. Imagine working from home, clacking away at your keyboard as you complete your task before the deadline. Everything was going as smooth as possible.

Until your blonde boyfriend decided his growing cock needed you.

(Dom/sub themes and toys hehe)

“Baaaaaaaaabe?” He draws out, slinking his way into your office. You smile at him as you continue to work.

“Hi angel, anything I can help with?” Your eyes flicker between the two of you. Kaminari huffs as he slides near your computer.

“You’ve been working alllllll day,” he whines, nestling his head into your neck and pressing small, open mouthed kisses to the soft flesh. He was naked above the waist, his waist looking so grabbable.

“I’m bored master, come play with me,” he murmurs seductively into your ear. You were suddenly very aware of the tinkle of the bell on his collar that we wore when he was in the horniest of moods; the days when you had full permission to ravage him.

Your hands reach behind you to play with his hair. He snuggles closer to you.

“I’m sorry sweetpea, I have to work a bit more. Be a good boy and wait for me, then I’ll play with you allll you want,” you promise him, releasing his locks as you continue to type.

Kaminari huffs slightly, grumpy you were ‘prioritising your work over your sub’. A cheeky grin crosses his face as he leans down and presses more kisses to your cheeks.

“Denki, I’m not kidding. I have a deadline. You can be good and wait, I’m sure,” you say more firmly. Kaminari grins, seeing you already fall for his plans. His slender arms wrap around your waist as he plonks his head against yours.

“Can’t I at least sit on your lap as you work? I just want to be close to you,” he pouts and mumbles, rubbing his cheeks against yours. An annoyed huff leaves you as you glare at him.

“Fine, you can come sit on my lap. Any funny business, or rule breaking, will be punished,” you said firmly. You shifted your chair to make room for him.

I’m counting on it, Kaminari giggled internally.

He slunk his body around you, comfortably spooning you as you worked. You had to admit; the soft breathing and gentle weight of your sub provided comfort during this stressful work. Your hand found refuge in the small of his back, right near the dimples that pinched his lower spine.

Despite being strict before, you did occasionally reward Denki with a soft kiss to his head, and the soft petting of his electric yellow locks. Denki wasn’t going to admit any time soon that he was beginning to lose sight of his original plan as he nosed your neck and let out sleepy sighs.

He allows a contented giggle to leave him, nuzzling into you as he rocks his hips slightly. His smile falters as your grip becomes tighter.

“Denki. Don’t.” The order was firm and harsh as he whined.

“Sorry master, I just wanted to get comfy,” he pouts sleepily. You nod suspiciously, rubbing the small of his back as you focus again. He buries his head into your neck, breaths slowing again. He had to be methodical.

He waited a few minutes between each rolling of the hips. Your grip tightened after each roll, but you allowed him to continue humping you. Denki’s whines were quiet at first; soft pants in your ear as his leaky cock rutted against your tummy. He could hear your sigh of disappointment, before you clutched his hips close to you.

“Get it out of your system,” you say blankly. Frankly, Denki was too horny to care about your empty voice. He took your invitation with great pleasure. He whimpered and hiccuped at every rut, precum ruining your shirt.

“Masterrr, hurtssss,” he whined, holding you as tightly as he could. He finished against you with a high pitched moan. Cum was sprayed over the fabric of your shirt as he huffed and puffed next to you. Amber eyes flicked to you, immediately getting nervous when he sees your disappointed glare.

“I um-” he started, holding your shirt as he excused himself. You stop him with a sharp slap to the ass, making him squeak in pain.

“No no no brat, you wanted master to play? Fine. Get on the bed,” you command lowly, squeezing his hips to prove your point. Denki whimpered a little, his cock elevating again.

He presented himself on the bed, sat on his knees with his hands in his lap as you rootle in the drawers.

“Close your eyes and turn around,” you snap, closing the drawer. Denki obeys excitedly as he feels you pull his arms behind his back.

Low moans are let out as he recognises the familiar grit of the rope you have. It wraps prettily around his upper arms, then wrists. You wrap a few loops around his sensitive chest, smacking his thigh when he whines too loud.

A thick blindfold is wrapped around his head, secured tightly to him. He shook his head experimentally, grinning in delight when he couldn’t shake it off.

“Turn around,” you said, digging into the drawer again. Denki obeys immediately. He shuddered at your cold hands pawing at his thighs. He felt you pause at the sight of the garters around his slender legs, jumping when you slap them.

“Spread your legs, pet. Keep them spread for master,” you coo, rubbing his sensitive nipples through his shirt. Denki had to swallow, Adam’s Apple bobbing. His legs part, cock leaking immense precum.

More rope is tied. You start at the top of his legs, securing the rope from his thigh to his ankle. You repeated the process from one leg to another as Denki moaned slightly. He was effectively frog-tied now, whimpering and mumbling your name.

“You were such a bad little pet, weren’t you Denki? You just wanted master’s attention, didn’t you,” you coo pathetically at him. He couldn’t help the tears in his eyes as sub space makes his eyes go glossy.

“Mhm! Jus- just wanted your attention master!” He whines, rubbing the ropes off his body. You tut at him, holding a few more toys.

“Colour, pet,” you demand. Denki grins slightly wobbly, pleasure making him giddy.

“Green,” he giggles.

“Excellent.” You held up the dildo ball gag, rubbing the tip on his wet lips. His tongue immediately makes its way around the tip, running it along the underside and suckling the tip. You allow him to get used to the girth, considering how long he would be wearing it.

Slowly, you push each inch in. You monitor his hands behind you, making sure he didn’t signify the safe symbol. At the sight of his dormant hands, you push the rest of the silicone in. He gags at first, his throat game slightly rusty since it’s been a while.

You coo praises at him, pushing the ball behind his teeth as you buckle the back. His muffled whines amplify as you let out a few experimental smacks to his chest and thighs. His cock quivered at the smacks, the tip releasing pearly droplets of precum.

“Such a good little cock slut, aren’t you Denki?” You praise him, slowly turning him so that he was lying on his tummy. The sub moaned and whined in return as he felt your fingers gently trace his taint.

Denki couldn’t help the squeal that left him as you ripped open his shorts to reveal a glinting butt plug twinkling back at you.

“Such a good boy. You prepped yourself for me?” You praise him, slapping his ass cheeks. Denki sobbed and whined as you shushed him gently, rubbing his reddened cheeks with care. You circle the butt plug with a feather light touch, before slowly inching it out. His hole gaped afterwards as he sobbed in relief. Little did he know, the vibrating bunny that was going to be slid into his tight little cunt.

You tease his hole with the toy, slowly sliding it along his balls and cock. He whimpers and chokes on his gag, arching his back. You coo at him again, before pressing the tip to his tight hole.

He gasps as loud as he could as the tip sliiiiides right through his cunt, making him choke on the dildo sitting snug in his throat. You soothe his whimpers by rubbing his ass cheeks, until the toy finally bottomed out in him.

Your pillow was drenched in his drool, the breathing from his nose being one of the few sounds. You praise your sub for taking it so well, kissing his neck as you grabbed for more rope.

You fashioned a loop that wrapped around his cock to the toy, then straddling it to his leg. The bunny came just between his balls, uncomfortably prodding at his cock as he finally understood what was happening.

A low buzzing filled the room as you clicked the toy to the lowest setting, delighted in hearing your sub’s whimpers of pleasure. His head was spinning at the feeling of the cock in his throat, and the buzzing toy up his ass. He struggled against the rope as he moaned, spreading drool all over himself.

He felt you sit near his head as you stroked his locks and kissed his cheek.

“Now, be a good boy and wait here while master finishes that work,” you murmur, laughing at his confused muffle before he struggles more in protest. You shut that up immediately by increasing the power of the toy, melting the poor sub into the bedsheets.

His muffled cries went straight to your core, making you throb as you felt a tiny inkling of guilt. This wasn’t a new punishment; there had been many a time you had to tie him up to keep him from bothering you (fully consensual of course). You fumbled in the drawer for the last toy; a heavy set of noise cancelling headphones.

“Remember our safety signal, pet?” You ask him seriously, rubbing your fingers down his spine. He sniffles pathetically before nodding with a squeaky moan. Small sparks of electricity popped off of his body into the air, before stopping.

“Good boy. I am going to be checking on you every once in a while, but for now, you must be punished. Do you understand me?” You stand up, making Denki chase your warmth.

He, again, sniffs and nods before arching his back when the toy brushes his prostate.

“That’s my bratty sub. Now, lift your head up,” you coo at him, snapping the headphones on him. He was left to his own pleasure, swarmed in darkness as he could only focus on the brushing of his prostate and the dildo lodged in his throat.

You pressed one final kiss to his sweaty head, a sharp slap to his ass and sat down to your computer to type once again.

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angelzai · 4 months

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This was coming and I'm sorry about it but-

I need some brain rot on Akutagawa so I wanted to ask if you could do the nsfw alphabet for him as well, please? you can also do just a few letters if you can't manage the whole thing <3

nsfw alphabet - ryuunosuke akutagawa . . . .ᐟ

wc: 2.7k

cw: switch leaning dom!aku, rough aku, gn!reader, spanking, cum eating, creampie, clothed sex, edging, brat taming, dirty talk, nicknames (angel, doll, darling, ryuu), light bondage/choking/impact play, marking, toys, mention of face fucking, inappropriate use of rashomon lol

reid: my lovely niko im so sorry about the wait! i wanted to do the whole thing for u ehehehe i hope you enjoy

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a = aftercare (what they’re like after sex)

soft sweetie

he’s not super intuitive when it comes to reading what you need, but he’ll ask

tell him, he’s on it

very apologetic if he was rough - he’s got his own little awkward way of being sweet and coming back down to earth with you

“you alright, angel? do you need anything? ‘m sorry if i got a little carried away. you were perfect for me, okay?”

b = body part (their favorite body part of theirs and also their partner’s)

ASS MAN

adores your ass <3

loves the way his fingers sink into the plush of your asscheeks. loves the jiggle whether it's big or small. loves holding you by your ass even nonsexually. it's just so grabbable, so smackable

he likes his own hands - let him finger you from behind so he can spank and admire your ass while he makes you cum

c = cum (anything to do with cum, basically)

he thinks his cum is a nuisance

he’s nervous to cum in you, feels guilty cumming on you, kind of hates the feeling of cumming in his hand - it’s just something to clean up after, he’s indifferent to it.

your cum, however

he wants to drown in it.

your cum is the hottest thing ever to him. squirt on his stomach while he fucks you. make a mess on his fingers. cream on his tongue. he’ll lap it up like it’s nectar.

reassure him what you’re comfortable with when it comes to his - you insist you want him to cum on your face? well, okay, he’s gotta admit you look so pretty on your knees with your tongue lolled out and your lashes fluttering. anywhere else on you? are you sure? he doesn’t want you to feel gross. in you??? god, don’t even make him think about it - i think he’s partially afraid that he’ll find it so sexy and it’ll feel so good to fill you up that he’ll never want to stop. he can’t let you make him any weaker than you already have.

have a firm discussion about that shit and lock those legs around his waist in missionary. he’s a changed man after

d = dirty secret (pretty self explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs)

he's very conscious of his body and will probably prefer to have sex with clothes on a lot of the time

not that he doesn't want to see your body - he absolutely does - he just doesn't want to make you feel awkward by insisting you be fully naked while he keeps his shirt on

you might be able to draw this out of him, but don't count on it; he'll probably write it off as a kink thing

(worship his body until he loves it as much as you do, please)

e = experience (how experienced are they? do they know what they’re doing?)

V I R G I N

i know, i know. again. i know.

but listen. he just doesn’t really have time to focus on this kind of stuff! not that it never crosses his mind, but until he meets you it’s just something he doesn’t spare a passing glance at

he’s certainly had opportunities among the cohort of the mafia, but he’s just. . .not interested in other people

he’s interested in you, though <3

he gets off very quickly when you first start going at it - he’ll happily build up his restraint though (tie his hands behind his back and edge him til he cums untouched <3), especially if it means making you feel good

takes some practice and instruction, but everything you tell him gets burned into his mind. he can make you fall apart in minutes after a few weeks of getting to know your body

f = favorite position (this goes without saying)

missionary or doggy - he can’t pick because they’re both so different and have their own perks

missionary? he can palm your chest, hold your cheeks, bite your collarbones, kiss your lips, and watch the way your face grows more and more fucked out with each thrust

doggy? he can grip your ass, pin your arms behind your back, pull you up by your hair, trace the expanse of your back, and reach so deep in you

probably doggy, actually - he loves watching your ass jiggle while he's blowing your back out <3

g = goofy (are they more serious in the moment? are they humorous? etc.)

not goofy, but sassy.

he's serious about it too - can you say brat tamer?

prefers you to alleviate the tension so he can run with his power dynamic <3 mouth off to him a little! make jokes! it makes it easier for him to put you back in your place and believe me, he enjoys doing it

“what was that? think you’re funny? we’ll see how funny you think you are when you can’t walk tomorrow.”

“try to talk back with cock in your mouth.”

“crying now? this is what you asked me for, angel.”

h = hair (how well groomed are they? does the carpet match the drapes? etc.)

coarse black hair that he prefers to remove entirely, even if he’s not sexually active

it’s just a distraction/buffer from watching how deliciously he slides in and out of you

he’d wouldn’t ask you to remove yours if you really didn’t want to - i think he prefers a little hair on his partner anyway - but he likes how it looks and feels on him

i = intimacy (how are they during the moment? the romantic aspect)

he’s a little unpracticed in romance and he loses himself easily - he can be rather rough and selfish when he’s chasing his own pleasure

when he slows himself down and puts his focus solely on your pleasure, however, it seems to come so easily to him that you wouldn’t think he’s all that inexperienced

he does call you by your name a lot during sex, along with a few nicknames <3 his favorites are angel, darling, and doll

goes out of his way every once in a while to set the mood super right just because it’s something he enjoys and feels like he should do for you. the whole shebang with candles and silk sheets! maybe some aphrodisiac chocolates or a surprise involving something you’ve mentioned wanting to try in the bedroom - when he pays attention you’ll feel like the luckiest partner in the world

j = jack off (masturbation headcanon)

doesn’t do it much - refer to the top of letter c.

when he does, though -

and okay, okay maybe this is my bias showing -

but i think we have another pillow humper here. . .

just THINK with me for a second about how pretty a sight it would be to walk in on him - he’s not usually so pent up that he can’t wait for you, but maybe you’ve been gone a few days on an assignment. you arrive back in yokohama early, but you don’t even check your phone because you’re exhausted; you just walk through the door of your apartment to hear heavy breathing and shuffling from your room

so you fumble to your bedroom doorframe. . .just to find aku on his knees, straddling your bunched up pillow

his button-up hangs open and you can see his stomach flex as he rides the pillow furiously, his dick leaking through his boxers - you catch a glimpse of his pretty, uninhibited face as he breathes your name into a moan

before he sees you and scrambles beneath a blanket, of course

all you can do is giggle and make your way over to him - sure, you’re tired, but you’ve kept your boy waiting so long! the least you can do is help him get off since he’s obviously so desperate for you, right?

“aww, ryuu, couldn’t wait for me? no, no, keep going, show me how you’d get off on my lap.”

you’ll get it for teasing him, but it’s worth it <3

k = kink (one or more of their kinks)

bondage!!!

impact play!!!

marking!!!

rashomon’s a big help here - you don’t need rope, and tying is easy!

tie him up, let him tie you up - he’s a fan of either - he could be a rigger or a rope bunny depending on both of your moods.

he’s not opposed to rope, though - the work and the sensuality that goes into it is often more rewarding. plus, he just thinks you look wonderful with a silk rope harness around your chest <3

when you’re not tied, don’t be afraid to smack him around a little. bite him, slap him, choke him, scratch him up. he’s tough, he can take it, and he won’t mind doing it back if you’re into it, too.

he’s a quiet guy, but he likes sound! the wet pap, pap, pap! of your skin against his while he fucks you is just heavenly to him

bigggggg big fan of spanking you as punishment <3 be bratty, get spanked

(he’ll always take care of your after)

(plus, he swears the marks you leave on him are darker, harsher, and last longer after he punishes you - just how he wants them <3)

l = location (favorite places to do the do)

at home, in bed. he’s a simple guy

optimal for privacy, optimal for intimacy, optimal for snoozing or cooking a meal after <3

(i think he also just enjoys being domestic with you. having sex in your home, cooking in your kitchen after, sleeping in your bed. . .)

m = motivation (what turns them on, gets them going)

seeing you in any position of authority

it’s odd because he prefers to be dominant. maybe it’s the thought of putting you in your place, or being the only one to have you at his mercy. he’s not sure but either way, he likes seeing his partner in charge and maybe a little frustrated or bossy <3

you’re heading a report? giving an assignment to your squad during a meeting? in charge of any sort of coordination? you’re getting fucked after. he can’t help himself - you’re so hot and you’re all his.

say his full first name. he knows it’s a mouthful, no pun intended, and he loves when you call him ryuu, don’t get me wrong. it makes him feel cared for a close to you, it’s so important to him

but when he’s in you, fuck - call him ryuunosuke and beg him for it harder. i promise you he’s trying not to cum right then and there

n = no (something they wouldn’t do, turn offs)

public sex

i think you could work him up to an empty-office, locked-door quickie but it’s absolutely not his favorite methodology and he won’t go any riskier than that

o = oral (preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc.)

loves loves loves giving. there’s nothing he can find that he doesn’t like about it

in fact, it relaxes him

loves how you taste, loves how you sound, loves how you smell, loves fingering you and rubbing you while he does it to draw pretty whines out of you - it’s almost like stress relief for him

far from polite when receiving - he’s a face fucker, sorry y’all

he’ll always reward you handsomely after he uses your throat, promise <3

p = pace (are they fast and rough? slow and sensual? etc.)

pretty rough, to be honest. it’s his nature - he’s done very few things in his life without violence and aggression, and he’d be lying if he said he doesn’t like the control it gives him.

he can certainly be gentle with you after you show him the ropes - otherwise, this is all he really knows

gentle or rough, he fucks fast. he comes to really love the lewd noises your bodies emit together that way <3

q = quickie (their opinions on quickies, how often, etc.)

only at home, really. he’s not a fan of fucking where he could get caught

if you so please, he will split you open against your apartment door before you both leave for work

can’t deny how much he loves watching you disheveled, tucking your shirt back in, as you catch your breath before you lean up to kiss him and say you’ll see him later for more <3

r = risk (are they game to experiment? do they take risks? etc.)

not super down to get caught or be watched. he’s much more inclined to remind you you’re his in a place where you won’t be distracted by anything or anyone else

he’ll experiment kink-wise, especially with his existing kinks - if you let him use rashomon to bind your wrists, he only wants to see how much further you’ll let him take it from there <3

s = stamina (how many rounds can they go for? how long do they last?)

our chronically ill king, only one or two for him

his stamina isn’t great. but!!!

he can alternate between fingering you and eating you out for hours <3 and he often will

t = toys (do they own toys? do they use them? on a partner or themselves?)

edge him with a cock ring on

just do it.

he’s impatient but he can’t deny how intense his orgasms are after you do this to him <3 he’ll bitch and whine and cry through it but he secretly loves it

will surely use toys on you if you’d like him to - i can’t see him owning anything other than maybe a plug or dildo he’s experimented with before (that’s a whole post of its own), so introduce him to whatever you’d like

u = unfair (how much they like to tease)

loves teasing, hates being teased.

he can dish it but he can’t take it. gets agitated and impatient when you’re dangling yourself in front of him and he can’t have you right away, but he’s nowhere near above flustering you in public, grazing his hands over your ass after you hug him, or tracing your jaw with a wandering finger for minutes at a time while he looks at you with bedroom eyes

he adores you when you’re worked up and unable to keep your hands off of him - aww, you want him? he won’t say this but it’s super cool ‘cause he loves feeling wanted. <3

v = volume (how loud they are, what sounds they make, etc.)

he’s quiet on instinct - lots of silent screams and heaving breaths out of this one

only really moans when he’s ready to cum - this is part of the reason why edging him is so fun, because you can draw out sounds you’ve never heard from him before <3

whisper-mumbles to you through his climax

“fuck, that’s so good! s- so good, doll, thank you! fuck fuck fuck don’t stop don’t stop don’t stop i love you. . .!”

w = wild card (a random headcanon for the character)

on the topic of clothed sex - sometimes grinding through clothes is even hotter to him than penetration <3 there’s just something about how desperate it feels. . .

plop yourself on his lap to make out and grind on him desperately until you’re both cumming through your pants <3 nghhhh

x = x-ray (let’s see what’s going on under those clothes)

kind of hung and he doesn’t even realize it

girthy and almost 7 inches

two pretty veins that split off from each other on the underside <3

i think he curves up a little and gets a bit thinner at the tip

y = yearning (how high is their sex drive?)

low to average - he doesn’t think about it all the time, and it mostly comes to his attention when you bring it up

regardless, he’s unlikely to turn you down even if he wasn’t particularly thinking of it at the moment. just because it isn’t consuming him doesn’t mean he’ll pass up an opportunity to be buried in you <3

z = zzz (how quickly they fall asleep afterwards)

sleepy demon boy

he can bounce back from a blowjob, but after fucking you? whew now he calling me nyquil or whatever nicki minaj said

within minutes, baby

hold him and kiss him while he dozes off <3 he'll mumble and grumble about how much he loves you until he's out

#akutagawa x reader #akutagawa ryunosuke x reader #bsd x reader #bungou stray dogs x reader #akutagawa smut #akutagawa headcanons #bsd smut #bungou stray dogs smut #angelzai original.ᐟ #devilzai hours.ᐟ #reid’s angels.ᐟ #tehe this was fun i need to write for him more

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fr3aklike-me · 2 years

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can you handle the heat? ҉ ✼⋆:°* ҉ *:･ﾟ

contains: breeding, spanking, teasing, d/s dynamics, dubious consent (somnophilia that is not explicitly consented to beforehand), light spit kink? (mostly talk of drooling and licking it up), reader is referred to as possessing a “pussy,” "cunt," “clit,” “tits,” and “breasts”

credits: the idea for this scenario was given by this anon! thank you so much for the scenario idea!

it’s a hot day, to say the least. the kind of heat that hangs in the air, heavy and humid, wrapping everyone in its midst in a summer haze, sweaty and drenched. it’s not a pleasant kind of summer heat, persay, but it is the kind that can lead to some pleasant results.

you decide to come by today, bored at home during this afternoon. by the time I reach the door, I’m already swallowing a lump in my throat at the sight of you. tight tank top, perched so low that I know that just a small tug down will leave your pretty tits exposed for me, if it weren’t for your bra. shorts on that keep riding up your ass, doing little for the imagination of the shape of your ass, looking so good as the material squeezes around it that all I want to do is grab a handful. you press a kiss to my lips and skip into the living room, immediately flopping onto the couch, chest rising up and down as you breathe heavily, complaining to me about the heat. I sit tentatively on the opposite seat, listening patiently and trying not to let my eyes follow how your chest moves up and down while you’re slouched.

you kick your legs up, going on your phone, and my eyes glance to your thighs. they’re so grabbable, just begging for my fingers to sink into and hold onto, so lovely and perfect in those tiny shorts. your legs rub together, and I can’t help but feel like I’m in complete reverence of how you look, fanning yourself and laying stretched out like the image of a painting, sweat sending you shimmering.

with a long groan, you shift up into a seated position, staring at me. I swallow a hard gulp, and when your eyes flicker to my throat, then raise back to me with a slight quirk of your mouth, I begin to grow nervous. “Are you comfortable with me undressing?”

I feel an incredulous laugh bubble out of me, trying to ignore the throb between my legs. “What do you mean?”

“It’s so hot,” you whine, aggressively fanning yourself. “I need to take off some clothes. Is that okay?”

I hesitate for a moment, my mouth flapping open and close, but then, I finally nod with a smile. “Sure, if you’ll be more comfortable.”

you get onto your feet and stretch up, tugging your tiny tank top off. I feel my cheeks burn as your stomach gets exposed, nearly moaning at how the tank top’s tightness sends your tits slightly bouncing as you slide it completely off your chest. you’re wearing a bra, of course, and it’s so pretty that I nearly want to tear it off with my teeth so I can get my mouth all over you. you toss the flimsy piece of fabric onto the couch, and I swallow hard as you stretch your arms out, chest pushing forward and accentuating their pretty shape. when you catch my eyes flicking between you and my lap, you giggle, turning around and slowly tugging your shorts down, swaying your ass from side to side with some soft moans as you push the article of clothing down. with each inch of your ass that gets exposed with each sway from side to side, I find my thighs squeezing together. underneath those shorts, you’re wearing panties to match your bra, lace trimming the edges and barely covering any of the skin I so badly want to sink my teeth into. you peak at me over your shoulder, laughing lightly at my astonishment as you continue wiggling your butt even after kicking the shorts off your ankle.

“Awe, c’mon, don’t I look cute?” you tease, twirling around, clad in nothing but your matching bra and panties, lace curling over the edges and nipples poking through, so tempting for me to get my mouth on. “Ugh, you’ve made such a mess here. Let me clean up.”

“No, no,” I protest, on my way to get up, but you stop right in front of me, pressing your palms to my shoulders, softly pushing me back into my seat.

you stretch towards me, bracing a hand on either side of the couch I’m seated on, cleavage wavering entirely too close to my chin as you lock eyes with me. I feel my breath hitch when your eyes flick down to my lips, your tongue sweeping across yours and leaving them shining and wet. an itching urge runs through me to sink my teeth into your pretty bottom lip. but, you don’t seem to sense it, a coy smile curling on your face. “Why don’t you be good for me and let me help you?”

you stalk around my living room, picking up the duster. you bend down, your behind sticking up in my direction as you clean the dust skimming the bottom of a nightstand. your ass is begging for hickies and spank marks, tiny lace panties riding up and curving into your pretty cheeks. you bring yourself onto all fours, and lower yourself to dust away under the nightstand, spreading your legs out in the process, so I see just how obvious your pussy lips are from around your flimsy panties, so tempting to suck on. you stand up, turning in my direction, and I realize that the hand around the duster is tight, almost as though you were nervous in the midst of your actions. I realize with a start that you are not genuinely trying to clean up, the sentiment only heightened when you timidly watched me, thighs rubbing together. my mouth nearly watered, ready to spread those pretty legs and watch just how soaked you can get those panties.

“Can I take a nap next to you?” you suddenly blurt, and I blink in surprise, not knowing what to do other than nod. you lay on the other end of the couch, cuddling your head into the plush pillow resting on the arm, your legs rubbing together and spread out in my direction. I force myself to stare at my phone, yet I can feel your eyes on me. “How do you like the set I’m wearing? I just got it a week ago.”

I glance at you before focusing my eyes back on my worthless little screen. “It’s nice.”

“You won’t take a good look at it?” your foot, clad in a pretty white sock, pokes at my thigh. I inhale a sharp breath and fully take in your body, my gaze slowly roving along your face to your chest to your stomach. when it lands on your thighs, your legs shift open, only a little bit at first, before spreading wide. and there, I see that your panties have a wet spot in the centre, dark and more than obvious. your fingertips skim the edge of the panties, and for a single moment, you rub the area where I know your clit is. I nearly choke on a gasp, but before I can say anything, you whimper. “I want to nap, but I'm so, so wet. If only I could be taken care of when I sleep. I haven’t come in days,” you whine, pouting at me, letting your legs hang out further. when I say nothing, stunned to silence at what you’re insinuating, you giggle. “Lucky for me, it’s your couch I’m going to rest on. Maybe it’s you who can help me.”

I snorted. “You want me to be the one to take care of you when you’re asleep?”

you smile lazily, stretching your arms above your head as you shut your eyes. “Why else do you think I wore this?”

in a few minutes, I hear your breaths even out, your body lulled into the slow rise and lower of slumber. I am still nearly frozen at what you said to me, my cunt throbbing and clenching at the idea of finally taking care of that wet pussy, soaked and pulsing under your panties. you’re curled into the cushion, legs still sprawled out, wetness peeking from in between your thighs. if only you could be taken care of… I skim my fingertips along the top of your thigh, smiling slightly when I watch goosebumps rise against your skin. I curl my fingers into your inner thighs, palm rubbing in and massaging. a soft moan breaks through your even breaths, when my fingertips press into the wet spot I just saw, and I hiss a breath at just how soaked that piece of fabric is. I take my thumb and press it into your pussy, rubbing that wet spot in small circles before running it up, stopping when I hear another whimper. it’s your clit. I add more pressure, my thumb further rubbing into that sweet spot, slow circles and soft movements up and down that leave your hips sleepily twitching.

I get on my knees and lean above you, bracing one arm along the side of your head, so that I could lean down and press soft, wet kisses along your cheek as my thumb begins flicking against your clit through the fabric. I hear how your heavy breaths begin to break with quiet whimpers. I lick a long stripe along your neck, pulling back to blow a cold puff of air along the wet streak, delighting in how you shiver underneath me, eyes fluttering, though still remaining closed. with a smile at your cute face, I start moving down, pausing at your chest to leave a long, slow suck on each of your nipples. another muffled, light moan flows from your lips, as I flatten my tongue and lick at each hard bud from over the fabric, leaving a wet spot on each cup.

with some kisses down your stomach, I’m on my knees on the floor, my hands gently coaxing your thighs apart once again, pressing tender kisses along your inner thighs. I stick my tongue out and drag it along your cunt, all the way from bottom to top, pressing in particularly hard when I know I’ve reached your clit. I flick the tip up before diving back in and roving it side to side as I feel more of your wetness seeping through and spreading across your panties. your legs are wide open, your heavy breaths accompanied by sleepy, quiet moans, your face the very picture of pleasure.

I tug your panties down as gently as I can, biting my lip nervously, fingers careful to cause minimal disruption to your drowsy state. I finally peel them off, the fabric thick with wetness. I spread your thighs out again, gently wrapped my arms around them to keep them open. I press the flat of my tongue against your clit, keeping it there, firm and still. your hips twitch in your sleep, automatically, without realization, in reaction to the pressure on your swollen bud. I pull back and slowly roll the tip of my tongue along your clit, getting it more and more stiff. I lean in, nose pressed against the mound of your pussy, wrapping my lips around your clit and gently tugging it in, only giving shallow, light sucks. I stare up at your face, watching how it contorts in your sleep, steady breathing growing heavier, louder. I begin to bob my head gently, pressing my face deeper to make my sucks harder and harder. your breathing grows louder, losing the rhythm of sleep.

when I deliver a harsh suck, I feel your thighs jolt around my head, and a moment after, your hands curl into my hair, a loud moan erupting from you. I look up to find you staring down at me, eyes hazy and bleary, mouth agape, as your legs shake around me.

“Awake, are you?” I mumble against your wet cunt, laughing lightly when you glare at me.

you tug again on my hair, pulling me up and pressing your mouth to mine, arms clutching my shoulders and tongue immediately lapping at my own. we stay pressed chest to chest for a few minutes, our kisses soft and long, our tongues stroking one another as your chest still rises heavily. I raise my hands up, groping at your breasts and pinching your nipples just to feel you yelp then moan into my mouth once I soothe them with gentle rubs.

you unhook the bra, tossing it to the side, placing your hands over mine and encouraging me to squeeze your tits. I play with them, feeling how they shake in my hands, flicking my thumbs along your pretty nipples until you’re gasping against my mouth, “God, I knew I’d be able to get to you.” your voice is filled with cocky triumph.

I scoff and immediately pull back, seating myself on the couch and dragging you into my lap, nearly laughing at how you immediately begin dry humping my bulge, riding it so desperately, just aching for friction. when you catch me sitting there, entirely still underneath you, you pout and begin tugging on your nipples playfully, giggling at how my eyes darken at the sight. you slip my cock out from under my sweats, rubbing the head against your hole playfully as you begin grinding your hips down, whimpering from the only slight satisfaction. “You won’t fuck me properly, baby? C’mon, just– ah!”

your words break into a gasp as I lift my hips up, slipping my cock into you, teeth gritting as your pussy tightens and squeezes around it, practically sucking it in as deep as possible. you moan brokenly, nails digging into my shoulders as your hips shift, adjusting to the stretch. you take in a shaky breath, nostrils flaring, eyes fluttering. “Okay, baby, I don’t have all day – fuck.”

I begin immediately rutting into you, thrusting my cock hard and fast to the point of you falling into me, bare breasts pressed against my t-shirt as my cock shoves in and out of you, pushing deep inside and leaving you whining in protest when it slips out for any longer than a few seconds. when you’re incapable of releasing anything but moans and whimpers, I land a gentle smack to your ass cheek, teeth latching onto your earlobe. “Sorry, cutie, what were you saying?”

“I–I was saying that I didn’t have all day,” you stutter.

“Oh?” I chuckle, slowing my thrusts until they’re long, steady rocks into your pussy. you whine at the change of pace, clawing at my shoulders for more. “So, it probably wouldn’t work well if I took my time like this, huh?”

you latch your lips onto my own, your soft begs and whimpers sliding into my mouth as our kisses move gently and lovingly, wet noises stretching from your pussy as I slide my cock in and out languidly. “Please, please go faster,” you murmur along my lips, voice raised in pitch from how needy you are. “I’m sorry I’ve been such a tease.”

“It’s good you’re sorry, sweetheart, since otherwise, I don’t know if you deserve to bounce fast and hard on my dick.”

you tug on my hair, your begs growing louder, with your tongue licking at my lips and hanging out so desperately. “I’ll be good, I promise, I promise, just go faster – ah, thank you.”

I immediately start snapping my hips up, my thighs smacking against your ass as I set out at a hard, fast pace, gripping you tight in my arms, our chests flush, our lips pressed together in a meeting of gasps, moans and groans. I gently spank your ass again, just to hear your pretty moans in my mouth from the impact. I know the tip of my cock is hitting that sweet spot, judging from how your noises are getting louder and louder, and I bury my face into your neck, biting and sucking, hands tight around your tits as I pinch and tug on your nipples so that you’re left squirming in sensitivity from all the mixed sensations trilling through your body – the fullness of my cock, to your needy nipples being played with, to how I press kisses against your throat.

“You’re such a tease,” I growl into your ear. “You probably came over today because you just knew the heat gave you an excuse just to tease me for a whole hour.”

“Don’t act as though you didn’t love every second,” you breathlessly giggle, your words ending with a loud whimper when my hips push into you especially deep, my dick pressed right into your g-spot and sending you shaking in my arms with your imminent orgasm.

nails digging into my back, the sting an indicator of the marks I’ll wake up to, my face buried in your neck, soft, loving kisses wetly being pressed by my mouth, your noises grow louder and louder. I smack my palm against your ass, groaning from how I feel it move under my fingers, a choked out whimper the result of the impact. I snap my hips up, skin slapping against skin, sweat dripping down your neck and tits, sticky against my shirt as I hold you close. with a harsh suck to your neck, my thumb escapes to your clit, rubbing hard and fast. you toss your head back, mouth dropping open as moans tumble from your beautiful lips.

“C’mon, just put all that teasing to rest and come for me,” I whisper with a nip to your jaw.

your ass smacks on my thighs one, two, three more times, soaked pussy making such loud noises as I thrust into you, my cock dripping with your juices, and finally, you come. you clench hard onto my cock, tensing and squeezing, too overwhelmed to move as I continue pounding into you, your fluttering hole encouraging me to come inside you. my come releases into you, sticky and wet, a squeak slipping past your lips when you feel the streams of it burst into you. shaking in my arms, drool dribbles down your chin as you let out small, low noises, heavy and deep, matching the way your pussy pulses around my thick cock. I lap at the spit dribbling down your chin, my orgasm even more intense with the sight of you completely debauched and thoroughly fucked – wetness smearing your thighs, sweat shining along your tits and chest, lips gleaming with spit.

I soothingly rub your ass, pressing gentle kisses to your jaw while you breathe heavily, gasping from our exertion. after a few moments, you slip off my cock, gripping my shoulders to raise yourself to a standing position. Immediately, my come drips out of you, thick and wet, hanging off the folds of your pretty, pussy, droplets of it running down your inner thighs.

you sit back down to where you fell asleep, spreading your legs out, arms tossed behind your head lethargically with a mischievous smile. “Should I take another nap to get you started?”

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piratecaptainscaptainpirates · 2 months

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1k word fic prompt (tw past abuse, nothing more than the stuff in your latest fic): ed has lots of rules he follows to avoid getting physically and emotionally hurt in a relationship, and doesn't fully realize how fucked up it is and how small he's making himself until he starts dating stede and stede never gets angry at him or wants him to behave differently.

This prompt was perfect for adapting a scene that had to be cut from "If I Get Lost Along the Way!" Super happy you sent it in. <3

(Always happy to see prompts for 1k word fics in my inbox!)

Ed had a lot of rules.

His ex-boyfriends liked how he looked, if he presented himself the way they wanted. He knew how to look fuckable and grabbable and biteable, how to pull up his hair to show off his neck and pick shirts that hugged his waist just right. He knew to skip the eyeliner and earrings and cute crop-tops until he was sure his newest boyfriend wouldn’t insult him or tell him he looked like a slut.

And he knew how to behave.

He knew how to step lightly around drunks and creep quietly through the house in his socks for a snack when a guy was sleeping on the couch. He knew how to keep himself quiet and inoffensive, knew how to wait for his boyfriend’s opinion before sharing his own. He knew how to turn his eyes down and whisper I love you so they’d stop at just hitting him once. He let his boyfriends go through his phone and order for him in restaurants. He knew how to make himself small.

And dating Stede was a little scary, because - he knew how to look fuckable, but he wasn’t really sure how to keep Stede calling him cute and beautiful and precious. He was still trying to work out a pattern, but it was hard, because Stede said those things no matter what he was wearing. He stuck safety pins through the sleeves of shirts Stede liked, but before he knew it there was a pin through every shirt in his closet.

It scared him, how many of his rules Stede encouraged him to break.

Stede liked his laugh, asked his opinion, helped him with chores, told him he didn’t deserve to be hurt, said he’d never, ever hit him, and it made him feel big. It made him feel like it hurt to force himself back into being small.

Still, he tried to keep himself safe, and the first time he fucked up was scary as hell.

They’d just gotten off work and decided to catch a movie, and it had been the most fun Ed had ever had on a date. He was still getting used to thinking that about every date Stede took him on. They’d picked the movie together, and it was some dumb monster movie thriller. The movie was forgettable, but Ed loved the experience of sharing a big bucket of movie theater popcorn, sneaking sips from Stede’s slushie, clutching at Stede’s arm and hiding his face in his shoulder during the scary scenes…

And he was just so happy he forgot one of the rules.

Smiling so big still made his face hurt, and he stretched as he stood up, loving to see his beaming smile reflected right back at him on Stede’s face. “That was great!”

Stede scooped up their empty popcorn bucket, kissing him on the cheek, and he wrinkled his nose a bit as he glanced back at the credits rolling on the screen. “Did you really think so? I didn’t think it was very good.”

Ed froze, his smile dipping so quickly it felt unbelievable he’d ever been grinning like that in the first place. “Oh.”

He braced for impact. Stede was going to call him stupid, and tell him he had horrible taste, and he was never taking him to the movies again, and -

“I think,” Stede said, leading Ed down the aisle and tossing their trash in the bins, “that one was actually part of one of those cinematic universes. Wanna see if we can find the others streaming somewhere when we get home?”

Ed frowned, stuffing his hands in his pockets to keep himself from taking Stede’s hand. Was this some kind of trick? “Didn’t you just say you hated it?”

“Eh, hate’s a strong word, and you liked it.” Stede shrugged, frowning a bit at Ed’s expression. “Ed? Sweet pea, are you okay?”

Ed shrugged one shoulder. “Yeah. I’m sorry I dragged you into the dumb movie.”

“Love, we picked it out together.” Stede stopped Ed with a gentle hand on his arm, pulling him to the side. “We don’t have to like the same movies. It was worth seeing it, just because I like spending time with you. I had a lot of fun!”

“Oh.” Ed examined Stede’s face, watching for any sign of anger or mockery, and his smile felt tentative. “Okay. I had fun, too.”

“Great.” Stede kissed his cheek, and then they were heading back out to the car like Ed’s entire world hadn’t just turned upside down.

Ed decided to do a little test.

“Can we go get ice cream?” He asked as he buckled his seatbelt, watching Stede check his teeth for popcorn kernels in the rearview mirror.

“Sounds great,” Stede chirped. “You wanna pick the place?”

Moment of truth. Ed took a deep breath.

He clenched his hands into fists on his thighs, resisting the impulse to just suggest what he knew was Stede’s favorite ice cream parlor, even though it didn’t have Ed’s favorite flavors. “Can we go to Miracle Max’s?”

“Sure,” Stede said immediately.

“No, wait,” Ed blinked. “You hate Miracle Max’s.”

“It’s not my favorite, sure,” Stede frowned, “but it’s your favorite, and I picked last time. Ed, honey, seriously, are you okay?”

“Yeah,” Ed said, slowly, hardly daring to believe his luck. “Yeah, I’m fine. I’m good.”

When he got himself a sundae with five different flavors, Stede just laughed and told him he loved it. Fuckin’ weird.

Over the next few days, Ed tried breaking more of his rules. He laughed louder, he wore a crop-top and earrings, he styled his hair differently. He told Stede when he didn’t want to go somewhere, he shared the things that interested him.

He hadn’t realized how truly small he’d been making himself until Stede started telling him that he just wanted Ed, as he was, as big as he wanted to make himself.

It was nice, to just get to be Ed.

#ofmd #our flag means death #ofmd fic #my fics

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kisses4lao · 7 months

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Could you write a one shot of Kung Lao having sex for the first time with his partner? It’s okay if you don’t 🫶 just want to let you know I enjoy your Kung Lao works 😎✨

Mixing all three of these together because I fucking can

To answer the question, yes I write for bottom kung lao, yes I write him submissive when the situation calls for it, yes he whimpers, it is what it is.

Tw/cw: readers a virgin, unprotected sex, AFAB reader, kung lao is so sweet I'd cry, he's also experienced it's whatever tho, piv, Kung Lao has incredibly horny thoughts about reader bc readers fucking awesome, bottom Kung Lao, he talks you through it like a good boyfriend, PRAISSSEEEE SO MUCH PRAISSSEEEE

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Kung Laos definitely experienced, he'd had one night stands before but he stopped once he got with you. He'd practically devoted his life to you and making you happy.

He's been known to have a high sex drive, this paired with you constantly helping him with training and farming hasn't helped him at all. Your small shorts hiking up your thighs and the way you'd bend down to pull weeds up, making your ass look oh so grabbable makes his mouth run dry.

He'd often times have to excuse himself just so he could fuck his hand to the thought of you. No one has ever made him feel like this, but you have him completely weak to his knees.

Most of the time when you two would go out together, he'd often find himself getting lost in the way your hips would move when you walked. He'd easily get a boner if you ever wore a corset or anything to accentuate your waist.

He'd feel so guilty for his thoughts about you. He knows you're a virgin, you guys have had conversations about how you just weren't ready for that sort of thing yet. He was completely okay with it, he wouldn't do anything to make you upset, but if only you knew what you did to him.

He wanted nothing more than to touch you at every waking moment, wishing that he could tell you how he felt, but he waited. He was patient, he knew you were worth it.

And finally, as if Liu Kang himself heard his prayers and saw his horniness, after 5 months you decided you were ready. Kung Lao was ecstatic but he'd never outright say it.

He wanted your first time to be a night you both wouldn't forget. He took you out to the fanciest restaurant he could find, let you order whatever you wanted and he'd pay for the entire thing. He even wore a suit for the occasion and made you breakfast in bed earlier that morning.

When you got home after an awfully expensive dinner(not that he'd let you see the check, but you could tell), he led you to his bedroom that was decorated with pink and white lotus petals, sourced from his own personal garden; as well as some lit candles.

"I hope you like it, I had Raiden come over and light up all the candles while we were away. I didn't know what specific scent you would like for something like this, so I went safe and got apple pie candles. I hope you like them."

With that, he took your hands in his and gave you a soft smile. He slowly leaned in and gave you a small kiss before leading you to the bed. He gently placed you down and kissed your neck down to your chest, placing both hands on your thighs as he gently rubbed them.

He looks up at you with nothing but pure love and adoration in his eyes, "are you sure you're alright with this? I'll wait for however long it takes for you to be comfortable, I don't mind waiting a little longer."

"It's alright Lao. I'm ready, promise." You give him a smile and he quickly returns it.

His hands went up your thighs more, slowly pulling down your panties as he continued to kiss your chest. He took your panties off and discarded them somewhere in the room, he's gonna be keeping those so don't worry about them.

He moved up more, latching himself to your neck as he placed soft kisses and nips wherever he could. Gently, he placed his fingers into your heat, slowly rubbing into your pussy. You begin to whimper and instinctively close your legs around him. Kung Lao lightly chuckles at this and slowly has to pry them open again, continuing his movements after.

Once you were wet enough, he started with inserting one finger into your tight pussy, curling it as he stretches you out. You begin to groan in both pain and pleasure, he takes his free hand and rubs your inner thigh in an attempt to comfort you. "I know it hurts, I know, just a little longer, okay? I promise it'll be worth it."

Once he could, he inserted a second finger. Being able to scissor them made you warm up to the feeling and the stretch much quicker. Your moans turned into pleasurable ones by the time he could insert a third finger in.

Once you were finally stretched out enough, he began to undress the both of you. Starting with himself to hopefully make you more comfortable, he unclipped your bra, revelling in how beautiful you looked.

"God, you're so beautiful, it feels like a dream waking up next to you everyday, you know that?" He laughs as he gives you a small yet passionate kiss, pulling back so he can take off his boxers. He groaned at the feeling of his cock springing free, quickly taking notice of your anxious face.

"Hey, it'll be okay, alright? We can take it as slow as you want, and we can stop at any time. Just tell me okay?" With that, flips you over so you're on top of him, giving you a toothy smile as he places his hands on your waist. "You go down at your own pace, no rush."

You slowly begin to sink down on his cock, both of you letting out moans. Once it's fully in, you take a bit of time to adjust. You slowly begin to bounce on his cock, digging your nails into his side as you moan out his name. "Just like that, you take me so well, such a beautiful pussy all for me."

He whimpers and cry's out as you begin to clench down on him, gripping your sides tighter. "Lao- feels so good Lao-" "I know baby, you're doing so good for me, just like this."

It takes everything in Kung Lao not to start thrusting up into you, wanting to make you feel even more pleasure. But god did he feel amazing right now. Watching you bounce on his cock, seeing how your pussy sucks him in makes him want to cum on the spot.

"Y/n- plea- ngh... Please let me cum- I need you so bad-" he throws back his head in pleasure as he can feel small tears in the corner of his eyes, threatening to escape.

"Cum in me Lao, it's alright-" being caught up in the pleasure makes you say some pretty dumb shit. Just hearing you say his name in such a provocative way has him cumming so hard he practically screams your name. He lays his head down and breaths heavily, chanting your name like a prayer as he sinks his nails into your skin.

"How did it feel?" He looks up at you with pure happiness in his eyes. "I uhm.. didn't.. y'know.."

He could feel his heart sink. He forgot to make you cum. He immediately flips you over while he's still inside you, making you giggle and moan at the same time, resulting in round after round of him plowing into you over and over, and god did you love it.

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A/n: might have to make a master list JUST for my lao fics LMAO

Ps I'm a sucker for first time fics, I love it when big men are so soft <3

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