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This is the single most open and joyful moment in the entire 2 seasons and I will *know* that everything is finally fixed and good when we see it again. We MUST see it again.
#that little thing he does with his tongue behind his teeth I can't even#please don't let this babygirl languish without her glee again#I might have to set this as my desktop background just to fight the world#aziracrow#ineffable husbands#ineffable idiots#good omens
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I love all your posts. In your dazai nsfw head canons, there was the thing with chuuya and I was wondering if you could write a fic on that? It's oki if not!! :)
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Inspired by letters I and W from my Dazai NSFW alphabet in which Dazai wants to fuck his girlfriend in Chuuya's office, and Chuuya gets to join in.
5.1k, jealous!dazai, afab!reader, cumming inside, cunnilingus, blowjob, fingering, soukoku bickering while fucking, etc. not soukoku but they do sexually interact, etc. not proofread bc i'm tired [click to read on ao3]
You urge Dazai to lock the door behind you, but he chuckles and shakes his head. “No baby,” he mumbles, sliding his hands past your hips and down to grab two handfuls of your ass. “He'll know something's up if the door's locked. If Chuuya catches us, we should be riiiight in the middle of things so he can't stop us.”
“Remind me why I let you talk me into this again?” you ask as he leans forward, chasing your lips even as you lean back and wait for an answer.
“Because fuck Chuuya. If I want to fuck my girl in his office, I will.”
“That's a terrible reason,” you gasp as Dazai slides one hand up your body and into the hair at the back of your head to pull you in for a kiss. His open mouth meets yours, tongues immediately gliding together with the same force as your lips.
“But we're here, aren't we?” he asks after pulling back just for a second. “And I want you so bad.”
You whimper and let him reel you in once again. Your nerves will get the best of you if you have time to take in your surroundings; as it is your nose can't stop sniffing out the unfamiliar smells of luxuriois leather and some kind of smoke. If Dazai keeps leading you so confidently you'll be able to let go of yourself entirely and go along with this absolute ridiculous plan of his.
He kisses you faster and with more urgency than he does at home, making both of you breathless as you gasp into each other's mouths and lap at each other's tongues.
His large hands glide over your body, up and down your back, hiking your top up and trying to dip into your pants. You follow his lead, reaching for the buttons on his vest and his shirt. He keeps kissing you through both of you martially undressing, his tops hitting the floor, yours following shortly after.
When he gets your bra off he makes you sit on Chuuya’s desk, and he leans down to suck on your tit. You lean back, tossing your hair over your shoulder, closing your eyes so you can focus on the feeling of Dazai's tongue circling your nipple as it perks and hardens at his touch. You make small noises, still shy in an unfamiliar place, but Dazai keeps working over you, suckling, kneading, teasing his teeth over your skin, until you're softly moaning his name and laying back, making him bend at the waist and lean forward to follow you down onto Chuuya's desk, ignoring whatever papers you land on.
Dazai kisses lower eventually, and his deft fingers unbutton your jeans and start sneaking under the fabric.
“You're so pretty spread out for me on stupid Chuuya’s desk,” he says cupping your dampening panties in his palm. “I'm gonna make you feel so good the whole Mafia hears you screaming.”
Your eyes widen in panic briefly and you stutter out a no, but Dazai laughs softly and kisses right above where your panties cover.
“You're safe, baby, I promise. Not a single person here would be stupid enough to hurt a hair on your head.” He drags your jeans down your legs finally, and you kick a little as he pulls them over your feet. He grabs one ankle, kisses the inside of it, then holds your leg up and kisses slowly down, closer and closer to your crotch.
“These walls are soundproof anyways,” he says once he's near your inner thigh. “No one will hear you scream.”
You giggle softly and push his forehead away from you.
“Don't be creepy, weirdo.”
He smiles and lays his cheek against your thigh, his face so close to your clothed cunt. You watch him, desperate for his next move.
“There's my sweet girl. You really don't need to be worried, I promise.” You jump slightly when his finger presses just above your clit and pushes in as he drags it down, making your panties slightly stick between your folds. “I'd never put you in danger.” His voice lowers as his finger goes up again, still pushing in, now really emphasizing your cleavage. “You know that, right?”
You nod, giving a quiet “mhm.”
“Speak up,” he says, now tracing his fingers around the outside of your panties.
“I know,” you say, still keeping your eyes locked on his. “You'd never put me in danger.”
“Good. And do you know why?” His finger slips under by just a single knuckle, and he lifts your panties high, making the crotch pull taut and squish between your labia. You whine and try to push down to get some friction on your clit but it's barely there, he's holding your panties at just the wrong angle.
“Tell me.”
“Because you love me?” You guess, and he smiles widely.
“Exactly!” he says in his playful, excited voice. Then he rolls his head toward your crotch and licks a fat, wet stripe up one half of your exposed cunt. You make a startled little moan and he chuckles before licking the other side too.
“Now, do you want my tongue or my fingers?” he asks so close that you can feel his breath tickling your wet skin.
“Both,” you answer immediately.
“Both?” He sits up and tsks, slowly shaking his head. He stands upright and you whine, reaching for him, saying soft no’s.
“Greedy girl.” He looks down and spreads your pussy with his fingers, then readjusts your panties so they're right against your clit. “You must be so horny you could die. Being so greedy like that… Why don't you get yourself off then, baby? Show me how you play with yourself with no hands.”
He tugs your panties up slightly a couple of times, giving little pricks of pleasure to your clit. You get the hint and move your hips up slowly, getting another prick of sensation. You readjust, getting one foot up on the desk beside you so you have leverage to move. Then you start a slow rhythm, bucking upward against your panties so they grind on your clit and work you up.
“That's it, baby,” Dazai coos lowly, petting your thigh with his free hand. After a while when your speed increases and you start whining his name, he unbuckles his belt, works open his button and fly, and pulls his dick out, giving it strokes that match the time of your grinding.
“Fuck, this is hot,” he sighs. “I could watch you get yourself off all day.”
“But I want you,” you whine. You start kneading and pawing at your boobs as well, staring right up at Dazai. “Fuck me,” you beg softly.
Dazai bites his lip but says nothing, watching you with his greedy, hungry eyes.
“Please,” you breathily beg, searching for more pressure that just doesn’t exist in your current predicament. “Please, Dazai, please. Please.”
“God, it’s so hot when you beg,” he finally says, letting go of his dick. He grabs your panties with both hands and pulls them down your legs before haphazardly throwing them over his shoulder to land somewhere else.
“I want you so bad, Dazai. Please. Please.”
“Shhh,” he coos softly, leaning down over you. His lips brush yours and he intersperses tiny kisses with tiny shushes as his fingers collect your wetness. You desperately chase his lips, but he keeps pulling away. He even has the audacity to chuckle in your face.
“Don’t worry, needy girl.” He hisses softly, and you vaguely get the impression that his arm is moving-- he must be stroking himself with your wetness. “I’m gonna make you feel so good.”
You nod frantically, wrapping your arms around his shoulders. He asks if you’re ready, and you keep nodding and nodding and finally he slips the tip inside and you moan into his face.
“Oh, fuck,” he moans, sinking further and further into you. “Love this pussy. It’s so fucking good to me.”
“I love you,” you whine and he chuckles again as he bottoms out.
“I love you,” he mutters against your lips and kisses you properly, not teasing or withholding anymore.
And that’s when the door opens.
“What the fuck?! Dazai!” Chuuya yells, scrambling for what to say next. Dazai sighs dramatically, letting the noise turn into a groan. He stands up without pulling out of you and turns his upper body toward Chuuya.
“What do you want?” he snaps. “I’m kind of busy here.”
“Are you fucking kidding me?!” There’s a scuffle and some noise from the hallway, but to your surprise Chuuya calmly calls over his shoulder “Don’t worry about it-- I’ve got it under control,” and then closes and locks the door behind him. He takes his hat off and hangs it on the back of the door then turns back to you two.
“I thought you were fucking joking, you dumbass.”
“I never joke about my lady’s pleasure,” Dazai says, and you narrow your eyes at him.
“What is he talking about?” Your whole body is flushed with embarrassment and fear and now confusion. Your heart is thrumming in your chest, afraid of being yelled at or in trouble with the fucking Port Mafia, but Dazai is acting so nonchalant, and all Chuuya does is tsk.
“You didn’t even tell her? How the fuck did you get her here if you didn’t tell her?”
“Tell me what? Dazai?”
Dazai groans and turns back fully to you, grinding against you, making you gasp. “I told you that you weren’t in any danger. Chuuya knew we were coming.”
“I didn’t know. You said it like a fucking joke.”
“Dazai, tell me what--”
“I asked Chuuya if he’d let us fuck in his office if he got to join in if he caught us, and he said yes.”
“I thought you were joking!”
“Join in…?”
Dazai’s eyes lock on yours but he doesn’t say anything. Your eyes are softer than he expected and now he’s starting to realize maybe he didn’t make the right call here. Now he’ll actually have to put his money where his mouth is and let his ex-partner fuck his girlfriend.
Dazai easily regains his composure and turns to look at Chuuya again.
“Well?” he asks. “Why are you still standing there? You caught us, so come here.”
Chuuya hesitates.
“She okay with this?” he asks. “Man, I don’t even know her name.”
“That’s because you haven’t introduced yourself yet, slug. Now come here.”
“Don’t boss me around,” he grumbles as he crosses the room. Finally he’s standing over you and his eyes lock purely on yours, not straying in the slightest to any of your exposed skin.
“Sorry we weren’t properly introduced because your boyfriend’s a fucking moron. I’m Nakahara Chuuya. Are you okay with this?”
“Hi, Chuuya,” you say softly. Your face is so warm as you blush; his formality makes the situation really sink in--you’re spread out naked with your boyfriend balls deep, and Chuuya’s hardly acknowledging it. “He is kind of dumb, but I like him anyway--”
“--Heeey--”
“I’m [Y/N], and yeah, you can join us. I mean, really it’s the least we could do…”
A smirk slowly overcomes Chuuya’s face.
“Oh, yeah? Gonna pay me back for the time it’s gonna take to clean my office by letting me use your pretty little body?”
Dazai grinds against you again, and you groan softly, biting your lip.
“Mhm,” you hum, nodding at Chuuya. “We’ll make it worth your time.” You reach out for his hand, and he allows you to take it. You guide it to your tit, and he chuckles.
“Right into it, huh?” he asks, massaging it gently. Dazai finally pulls partially out of you and thrusts back in, making you gasp again. Chuuya glances down at where your cunt sucks your boyfriend’s cock in, and he clicks his tongue.
“Damn, that’s kinda hot.” He pinches your nipple between his fingers, rolling it and squeezing, drawing extra whines from you.
“Isn’t she?” Dazai asks rhetorically, rubbing one of his hands across your belly and up your side. He pulls you by your hips until your ass is partially hanging off the desk. You wrap your legs around his hips and he starts his usual starting pace, fucking into you nice and deep because of the angle he has you at.
“Chuuya,” you say softly, but the way Dazai is fucking you makes everything you say sound like a breathy moan. Both of them turn slightly red from hearing you more or less moan to Chuuya. “Chuuya, take your pants off,” you add, trying to make it clear that you were trying to say this from the beginning. Dazai’s thrusts speed up and hit harder, and he starts grunting from the effort.
“Oh, fuck,” you moan, grabbing the edge of the desk for dear life. “Oh, Dazai, fuck!”
You hear the clinking of metal and turn your head to see Chuuya doing as you asked. He drops his pants, kicking them to the side after kicking his shoes off too. He unbuttons his vest and his shirt and strips until he’s only in his underwear and socks. You watch as he palms himself through his underwear, watching from a few feet away as Dazai fucks you relentlessly. Your tits jiggle, your breath shakes, your legs are trembling, and Dazai is huffing and moaning and panting above you. His head is down, his long hair hanging over his face as he watches where your cunt meets his cock--he told you once it’s one of his favorite sights, and when he gets so drunk on it like today, you believe it.
“Let me touch you,” you stumble out to Chuuya, reaching out to him again. He shuffles closer until your hand can paw at his crotch, feeling for the shape of him through cloth. He locks his hands behind his head and stands with his hips toward you, watching as you stroke him and feel him up as best you can.
“Take it off,” you huff, grabbing the elastic of his waistband. “I wanna see.”
Meanwhile, Dazai’s pace doesn’t let up. One of his hands gropes at your breasts, squeezing and almost using it as leverage to balance himself as he fucks you.
“Go on then,” Chuuya says without moving. You struggle to reach both arms over to him, but you manage to squirm away from Dazai just enough-- which he does not like-- to get your hands on Chuuya’s underwear. You pull it down a few inches and push it as much as you can until finally they drop.
His cock is a nice size-- it’s thick and when you wrap your hand around it, an inch or two and the tip are still sticking out. His pubes are thick but cleanly trimmed and with his toned, muscular body you have to admit you’re finding him really, extremely hot.
“Your hands are much softer than mine,” he grunts as you jerk him off. “Feels good.”
“She’s got an amazing mouth,” Dazai pants, finally lifting his head to watch you interact with Chuuya, though his pace never ceases. “Put on a condom and let her show you what she can do.”
“You use condoms?” Chuuya asks, glancing down at Dazai’s dick.
“No, but you will if you’re gonna put your dick anywhere near her,” he mumbles. “I don’t even like her hand on you bare.” He grimaces. “You still keep some in your desk, don’t you?”
“Old habits die hard,” Chuuya mumbles, gently touching your hand to make you let go of him. As he rounds his desk to rifle through his drawers, Dazai leans down and licks one nipple, then the other.
“I’m gonna cum in you,” he mumbles against your skin. “You’re mine. Don’t you forget that.”
“Yeah,” you moan as you agree. His fingers find his way down to your pussy, and you feel one partially slip in beside his cock, working a louder moan from you as it stretches you nicely. He pulls it out, presses in, gently stretching and filling you to the brim.
There’s a thud next to your head, and you turn to see Chuuya kneeling on the desk beside you, rolling a condom over his shaft. “Will you open that pretty mouth for me?”
You don’t even answer, you just whine and open your mouth, sticking your tongue out.
“She loves it,” Dazai says, and it comes out awfully near to a moan. “Love sucking cock, don’t you, [Y/N]?”
“Mhm,” you hum around Chuuya’s tip as he settles it on your tongue. You close your mouth around him and let him decide the pace. He goes relatively easy on you given how Dazai is still jackhammering away at your cunt, grunting and huffing though he’s far less talkative than normal.
“Yeah, look at you,” Dazai sighs blissfully. “Bet you like having two cocks, huh? Greedy girl.” His eyes are on your mouth, watching Chuuya tamely slide in and out of your mouth. He privately seethes at the way your shiny eyes stare up at Chuuya, but he’s determined to get your attention back by making you cum.
His finger, now sufficiently wet from fingering you while fucking you, slides up from your pussy to your clit. He rubs fast, wide circles over your clit. He relishes in the way your eyes widen and flicker over to him. You must have sucked in a breath and sucked harder on Chuuya, because he moans too and his hips stutter forward.
Dazai knows that you’re about to cum based on your frequent moans. He wishes he could hear them more clearly, but he also is starting to find a sick sort of pleasure in the muffled sound you make combined with the typical noises of having a cock in your mouth. Chuuya’s not too bad looking, either.
Finally it happens. You’re loud, even muffled as you are. You moan and whine, your breathing is heavy and struggles to escape through your nose, but Chuuya doesn’t retract himself to make it any easier on you. Your legs tremble, and Dazai feels proud because of it. The way your walls clench and flutter as your orgasm tears through you milks Dazai’s dick so good.
“Fuck, mm, fuck!” Dazai whimpers and drops his head, once again watching his favorite sight. He’s been fucking you so deeply, and you’ve been so exceptionally wet today, that there’s a sticky, white ring around his shaft and it only gets messier as he cums inside of you. He shoots thick ropes of white deep inside, continuing to thrust increasingly lazily as he empties his load.
“Stop, stop,” Dazai says softly, touching Chuuya’s hips. Chuuya gives him a look but nods and backs up, finally freeing your mouth. Dazai slips out of you while leaning down to kiss you. You lick and pant into each other’s mouths, and when Dazai pulls away he slides two messy, cum-covered fingers onto your tongue.
“Taste us.”
You clean his fingers off with your mouth and try to sit up once he’s pulled his hand away and stood up himself.
Maybe it’s because of how calm and blissed out Dazai is because of his orgasm, but he lolls his head to the side and smiles lazily at Chuuya. “She’s the wettest she’s ever been,” he sighs happily. “You better get your dick wet before I change my mind. Take that stupid thing off,” he says, waving his hand at Chuuya’s condom-covered dick.
“You sure?” Chuuya asks, raising an eyebrow. He holds himself by the base, languidly stroking when his cock gives an interested twitch at what Dazai offers. Meanwhile, Dazai is helping you to your feet and peppering kisses across your face.
“Yes,” Dazai says, rolling his eyes at Chuuya, then he turns back to you. “Why don’t you take it off him, baby?”
You nod slightly and turn to Chuuya, holding your hands out toward him. He crawls to the edge of the desk beside you, observing the way your legs tremble after the pounding Dazai just gave you. You wrap your hands around him and roll the condom off, handing it to Dazai after which makes him laugh.
“Throw it away,” you mumble, then predicting what he’ll do, you quickly add on “in the trash not on the floor.”
“Yes, darling,” he coos, though it’s unmistakable how disgusted he is to be holding Chuuya’s used condom. He barely grips it with two fingers, holding it away from himself. “In the meantime, I think Chuuya should lay on the floor-- you’ll both like my idea, so just do it.”
You and Chuuya share a look as Dazai goes behind Chuuya’s desk to find a trash can, but Chuuya shrugs and gets down on the floor on his back, one arm behind his head, the other lazily stroking his cock as he looks up at you. His eyes trail down your body, from the hickeys and lovebites all over your neck and chest to your red, sore nipples all the way down to your visibly sticky wet cunt which has been slowly dribbling Dazai’s cum down your thigh.
“Fuck, that’s hot,” Chuuya hisses, fisting his cock harder when he notices the cum trail.
“Isn’t she?” Dazai asks, coming back to you. He gives you a few sweet kisses, keeping his eyes cracked open to make sure Chuuya is watching. Then he takes your hands and guides you the few steps over to his former partner on the floor.
“Lay down on top of him, your back on his chest.”
“But I’m gonna--”
“You’re not gonna squish him, he’ll be fine.” Dazai holds your hands as you kneel down, straddling Chuuya’s hips backwards.
“But if you touch him you’ll nullify--”
“He’s tougher than he looks, and he already looks pretty tough-- that’s the only compliment you’re getting from me, Slug.”
Chuuya’s hands grab your waist and help you sit on his hips and then lay back so you’re against his chest.
“Not even using my ability and you’re fine, babe. Don’t worry about your weight, I don’t care.”
“‘Babe,’” Dazai quotes with an edge of bitterness in his voice. You knew he’d get a little jealous letting his former partner in the mix, but it was his idea and you’re intent on seeing it through now. You’ll never tell Dazai, but you do find Chuuya incredibly attractive and once you saw his dick today you knew you weren’t gonna be satisfied until you got your chance to cum on it.
“Babe,” Chuuya says again, helping you readjust until your head is at his shoulder and you’d be able to look at each other or even kiss if you wanted-- not that Dazai would let you.
“Don’t get too comfortable, Sluggy dearest,” Dazai says, swiping some of his cum off of your thigh and spreading it over Chuuya’s tip. “You’ll never see her again after today, so don’t go falling in love with my girl or I really will have to kill you.”
“Like you could ever do that,” Chuuya snaps back. “I’d beat you to a pulp, even without gravity manipulation.”
“Bold talk for a man with my cum on his dick,” Dazai says in an overly playful tone with a shit-eating grin on his face.
“Dude, what?! You’re a freak, why did you do that?!”
“It’s gonna get on you anyway, dumbass,” Dazai says. He slides two fingers into you easily, your pussy still being open and wet and so needy for more. He collects some of his cum and your arousal, completely mixed together and unable to discern one from the other. You give a little whine at his fingers in you, and especially at them leaving you, and then Chuuya’s breath hitches and even though you can’t see, you’re pretty sure Dazai is rubbing your slick over his dick.
“Fuck,” Chuuya sighs, and you look over at his face. At first it seems like his eyes are closed, but then you realize he’s just looking at Dazai, and you look down and see Dazai smirking and giving absolute bedroom eyes at Chuuya. Your pussy clenches around nothing, another surge of arousal making you squirm.
Chuuya’s hands grip your hips, and Dazai’s eyes shift to you and he chuckles.
“What is it, baby? Use your words.”
“You’re so hot… both of you.”
“Oh, thank you,” Chuuya purrs in your ear, his hot breath tickling your skin.
“You think so?” Dazai asks, and you feel something tap against your pussy. You look down and manage to catch that Dazai’s hand is still around Chuuya’s cock, moving it now, making it touch you.
“Yeah,” you moan softly, biting your lip.
“You want Chuuya to fuck you?”
“Mhm…” you hum, nodding. Chuuya chuckles softly and lets one hand roam upward over your skin until he’s palming and kneading your breast.
“He'll do a good job, too. Won't you Chuuya?” Dazai asks, rubbing Chuuya's dick between the folds of your cunt.
“I'm gonna fuck you so good.” He sighs at the stimulation, his hips bucking up slightly. “Better than that shitty mackerel does, I bet.”
“No chance in hell,” Dazai sneers.
“Let me show her. I'll prove it.” Chuuya bucks his hips up again, trying to get his dick to slip inside.
“No chance--”
“--Please,” you moan, cutting Dazai off. His face changes from glaring to surprise.
“Oh? You want to find out if he’s better than me?” he asks bitterly, smacking Chuuya’s dick against your pussy.
“No, I want him to fuck me,” you whine.
“That’s not what it sounded like to me.” Dazai frowns, gloom overcoming him.
“Make her cum before I do then, jackass,” Chuuya says, largely ignoring Dazai as he plays with your tits. “Prove you’re better than me.”
“Make me cum, Dazai. Let me use Chuuya like a fuck toy.”
“God damn,” Chuuya says, bucking his hips up again. “I know that’s all I am, but fuck.”
“Yeah…” Dazai’s frown slowly turns to a smirk. “He is just a fuck toy. A big fuck toy that’s gonna fill you up with cum just how you like.” As you and Chuuya give Dazai identical confused looks, Dazai points Chuuya’s cock at your hole and guides him in. The tip drags against your inner walls so well and has you moaning and grinding down on him.
“Go, Slug. Fuck my girl.”
Chuuya’s hips immediately start thrusting up into you. He braces his feet on the floor to get a better angle and he loses himself fucking you.
“Holy fuck you’re wet,” he huffs. “So fucking good.”
“Oh, yeah,” you moan, reaching up and around to hold the side of his head. “Oh, fuck. Chuuya.”
Dazai tries not to react to the way you moan Chuuya’s name and caress him. It’ll be over soon and he’s not about to let his jealousy take away from the incredibles view he has of your pussy being rammed by a nice, thick cock-- not that he’d ever say those words out loud for Slug to hear.
He kneels between yours and Chuuya’s legs and runs his hands across your abdomen and belly and near your cunt, calculating how long he think the two of you are gonna last. He knows you’re already sensitive from cumming with him before, and Chuuya hasn’t cum yet at all, so maybe if Dazai gets your pussy clenching around him it’ll be over within five minutes tops.
Dazai leans down with that plan in mind and without impeding Chuuya’s thrusting, he gets his face right up to your cunt and uses the tip of his tongue to circle your clit. You whimper and buck your hips up, then push them back down to meet Chuuya. Dazai doesn’t even need to spit on you-- you’re plenty wet enough-- but he does it anyway, landing a glob right on your swollen clit. He uses the excess wetness to have his tongue gliding effortlessly in circles around your nub. Finally he gets your attention again, and you moan his name. The hand that isn’t in Chuuya’s hair slides down into Dazai’s, and he relaxes a bit now that you’re touching him.
The combination of Chuuya fucking you from behind and Dazai’s tongue now flicking relentlessly back and forth over your clit-- all the wet sounds, the smell of Chuuya’s cologne, his moaning in your ear, his hands still tweaking and playing with your incredibly over-sensitive nipples-- it’s too much. You can’t even talk; you can’t tell either one how you feel, how good they are. You can hardly moan, most of what comes out of you being only broken, stuttery noises thanks to the way Chuuya’s movements wrack your whole body and control the way even your breathing works right now.
I’m not gonna last. I’m not gonna last. I’m not gonna make it. you think, but you’re unable to warn either one of them. Chuuya must know it’s coming from the way your cunt clenches around him. He hisses and turns his head so his lips hover over your nose, moaning your name right at you.
Finally it happens when Dazai sucks on your clit and pushes a finger into your tight cunt alongside Chuuya’s cock. It’s overwhelming. There’s too much happening, too much going on from the both of them. You’re completely dumb on Chuuya’s cock, complete putty in Dazai’s hands.
You cum hard, arching your back up to let Chuuya fuck you deeper if possible. You squirt profusely, drenching Dazai’s mouth and getting a surprised chuckle from him.
“Good girl,” he praises, but you barely hear it over the way Chuuya shouts a string of swears next to your face. His hands finally leave your tits and grip your hips hard. He only thrusts a few more times before he’s cumming too, painting the inside of your cunt white for the second time.
“Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck,” Chuuya chants as he comes down, his movements slowing until he’s finally completely still. Dazai sits up and smiles a shit-eating grin at you.
“We made her squirt, Slug. Did you feel it?”
“Fuck, that’s hot,” he groans, dropping his head back and turning it away from you. “I’m not cleaning that shit up, though.”
“Did you cum inside…?” you ask quietly as Dazai starts maneuvering Chuuya’s softening dick out of you.
“He said to,” Chuuya says flippantly.
“Think about it, baby,” Dazai says. “There’s no way his shitty little swimmers will beat mine. If you get pregnant, that's gonna be my baby in there.”
“It’s only ‘cause you’re a shitty mackerel. Fish swim.”
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mera im curious...what is the most pathetic and desperate virgin concept u can come up with for any boys you choose in twst??
I have so many that I will try to write pathetic virgin concepts for each twst guy!!! >:)
✧ Riddle who gets off to your notes. It doesn't matter how messy or neat they may be, how filled or lacking the page may be, or even how useful they may be if the exam covering that material has already happened. He knows it's wrong to have pilfered your notebook, but he couldn't help it and he assured himself he'd give it back under the pretense of having found it (which isn't entirely a lie). He sits back in his chair and flips slowly through the pages, not particularly reading the material you've written, as he idly fucks into his hand and pictures diligent you, sitting in class and penning notes. There are doodles in the margins of the pages: cute flowers, smiley faces, hearts, what looks to be Grim. He thinks about how you hold your pen, how you might chew on the cap when you're bored, how your hands also touched this very notebook... Great Seven, he's a mess.
✧ Trey who is so strangely fixated on your teeth and mouth. At first it was cute because he's so serious about dental hygiene, what with how he ensures Ace and Deuce brush their teeth properly. But with you it's different. When you smile, he pictures your teeth in his shoulder or your mouth on his neck, pressing kisses or sucking fresh marks into his skin. And when you're eating, he notes the way you lick your fork or spoon clean every time and it gives him such a vivid image of you giving his dick the cutest, most gentle kitten licks. He has to excuse himself before anyone finds out he's painfully hard. >_<
✧ Cater who gets off to the many selfies and photos he's taken with and of you. Sometimes he scours the other students' Magicam accounts to look at the photos they've posted of you and his mind runs wild with thoughts and what-ifs. That photo of you sitting between the twins during their birthday party has him wondering if they fucked you on that very couch after the festivities had worn down. Or that photo of you and Kalim sopping wet after the both of you got caught in the rain... He's zooming in to see if the rain's made your uniform shirt see-through all while thinking about how you and Kalim may have warmed up. Cater can't seem to look at pictures of you without thinking about sex, and it's even worse when he sees the pictures he's taken of you and him. A spaghetti scene you recreated from a popular romance film has him imagining what could have happened had you just leaned in a little closer. Or that one alchemy mishap in which you were turned into a tiny fairy for the day... if he put you in a jar....... :)
✧ Ace who gets off on teasing you. They say partial truths often lie in the joke, and Ace sure does love joking about very specific things when it comes to you. He drives you mad every time, but because the two of you are close friends he gets away with it. He sticks his fingers in your mouth when you yawn to prod at your tongue, all while saying, "If you keep yawning like that, flies are gonna get in your mouth~" Or he'll squeeze your hip after you've eaten sweets just to mess with you. Or he compares your hand to his (for some odd reason) just so he can get away with touching you. Or he shows you a card trick that ends with him tucking the card behind your ear rather than pulling it from that area. His teasing feels more like flirting, but anyone who notes this is earned a swift denial from Ace.
✧ Deuce who gets off to the domestic moments in your friendship. Sharing a mirror in Ramshackle when he spends the night, preparing meals for each other, and even walking to class and talking about very boring things (like the weather). It makes him feel so special, and sometimes he pretends the two of you are a married couple. Deuce gets so embarrassed if anyone points this out, especially the elderly who see the two of you in town and comment on how cute you look together. He adamantly denies it, but later he's in the bathroom imagining married life with you and it gets him so worked up.
✧ Leona who gets off on the power imbalance between the two of you. Realistically speaking, he's stronger, both in terms of social class (after all, he's royalty) and also physically and financially. But that doesn't matter as much as it does when he's around you. Despite all of this, you know how to match Leona's wit, always keeping him on his toes, and you treat him as you would others even while knowing just how much power he has over you should he choose to exert it. Leona just likes the feeling of being number one in your world. Possibly a little too much, considering it never fails to get him excited. :)
✧ Ruggie who gets off on sneaking up on you. At first it was to pickpocket you. Steal spare change for himself or take your wallet just to watch you panic when you can't find it, but he's come to love the way you turn around just in time to catch him. He knows he does this on purpose solely to get caught, but seeing how you huff and glare lightheartedly at him... the way you purse your lips or the way you snatch your things back and laugh softly about how he ought to try again next time... He doesn't even care about your wallet anymore. He just wants to hunt you down and catch you for himself. You're the real prize here. <3
✧ Jack who gets off to your difference in size and strength. At first it wasn't something he thought of, but then you come to him and beg him to help open jars or stuck windows and he does it so easily. He refuses to believe you're struggling that hard with it, but then he watches you attempt to open a jar and it all clicks into place. Oh, you're...really cute and small and so fragile compared to him, who's all muscle and raw strength. Jack knows you have your own strengths and in no way does he think you're weak, but he's always reminded of your size and strength differences whenever the two of you are doing things together: training/sports, lifting heavy things (which are often very light to him), and even standing side by side. He thinks about how much bigger he is and he feels so flustered when those thoughts get him hard.
✧ Azul who gets off to your body language. He knows what it means; he's studied human customs well in advance before coming up to the surface. But oh you tempt him every single time you arch your back when you stretch or when you yawn and make such cute, sleepy sounds. It's even worse when you bend over to reach for something across a table or bend down to grab something that fell. He's digging his nails into his palms to steady himself, but that doesn't mean his thoughts are steady. He may look entirely composed with his usual smile, but in his mind you're getting fucked six ways from Sunday. You can't give this man any gifts because 1) he'll scramble to pay you back and 2) he'll delude himself into thinking it's a courting gesture and that you want him sooooo badly each time you offer him a snack from the school store or give him something you think he could get more use out of.
✧ Jade who gets off to your banter, especially the threats. Great Seven, you tell him you'll gut him and turn him into eel sushi and OOOOOO he's on the edge of his seat like: "yes...... and?? and????? what else will you do to me?????" all with the wildest, sharpest smile you've ever seen him make. He gets so worked up, so flushed in the face, so terribly aroused, every time you threaten him with anything. Yank him down to your height and mutter a threat, whether outlandish, violent, or something as silly as "I hope both sides of your pillow are hotter than hell," and he's saving these interactions in his memory for later recollection.
✧ Floyd who gets off on your praise. Call him a good boy or congratulate him on his test score or cheer for him at basketball practice and he's over the moon with excitement. He eats up your praise like it's his last meal. Say more good things to him! He wants to hear Shrimpy's praise every day, and when he's in a bad mood all it takes is the memory of you saying he's done well and he's back to his usual excitable self. He likes your praise a little too much, as evidenced by how hard it gets him. orz he spends too long thinking about it while he lies in bed, staring at the ceiling while he lazily strokes himself to thoughts of you calling him a good boy.
✧ Kalim who gets just a little too worked up at your proximity. He makes for such good best friend material. It's natural you'd be drawn to him because he's just so sweet and friendly. So it's completely normal when you spend the night at Scarabia and you end up falling asleep beside him in the common room, or when he feeds you outright because that's just how he is! He wants you to try all manner of yummy foods. It makes his heart race faster when your lips close around his fingers or you unconsciously snuggle up to him. He loves you so much. orz
✧ Jamil who loves your obedient nature. It has him horny gripping every time you scramble to do well on a test or in class so you won't upset the professors. You try to keep out of trouble because you're a good student, and he loves every bit of it. He wants to ruin you, take your obedience for the professors and twist it so that you'll only ever listen to him, follow what he says, trust in his words. He could just hypnotize you and maybe a sick part of him wants that. Maybe he wants to experience what an entirely obedient, cock-drunk (Name) is like...
✧ Vil who uses his professional opinions as a way to feel you up. He runs his hands up your sides to smooth wrinkles in your uniform out, all while reminding you to take care of your appearance. He fixes your tie just to get close enough to smell your perfume or shampoo. He loves how you lean into him, trusting his judgement because Vil could never lead you astray. Secretly, Vil's just getting away with every touch under the guise of giving you advice or fixing your uniform or even getting measurements for tailored outfits for school events. It's much too easy.
✧ Rook who, unsurprisingly, gets off on stalking you. He's such a creep! He watches you from afar and gets hard over the smallest things. It's likely because you're so vulnerable and unaware when you go about your daily life and he gets to invade such a secret slice of your life. Whether you know he's watching you or not, it doesn't matter. Just the idea that, on some level, you might be able to feel his prying eyes gets him so unfathomably excited.
✧ Epel who loves a good competition and gets so into it if it's a competition between you and him. Whether it's something athletic or academic, he's always ready to engage in a friendly competition with you. Unfortunately, when you smirk at him and tell him he'll need to give it his all, he gets excited in...other areas. To think all it took was some competitive banter and your smirk to have the blood rushing downwards... T_T if he loses this competition, is the punishment a make-out session? Epel can certainly dream.
✧ Idia who is too scared to talk to you in person, so he codes a Magicord bot he uses as a practice dummy. But then things get a little out of hand when innocent chats turn explicit and soon he's role-playing with the false you. Idia knows it's not real, but it feels real when you tell him all the things he wants to hear. It's shameless e-sex, but it's the best (and only) e-sex of Idia's life. ;;;; he feels immensely embarrassed afterwards.
✧ Malleus who gets off on your smiles. It's such an innocent thing, but then it has him thinking so deeply about it late into the night. You're so sweet and precious. He could picture your smiles all day... Malleus loves you more than words can possibly describe. He thinks about the little things that make you so wonderful, but most of all it's how expressive you are when you smile. Sometimes he has a habit of letting his thoughts stray into intimate fantasies, but it's nothing terrible. He wants to love you wholeheartedly; that includes physically.
✧ Lilia who gets off on surprising you and subverting your expectations. He finds it so darling when you have certain assumptions about him, only to be entirely wrong when he disproves them. Though he's oh-so-cute (a fact he would never deny), there's more beneath that adorable veneer. He's a mysterious who loves popping in to startle you when you least expect it. Be it in the library or in the halls, he always finds you. And your shock is a sight he drinks in merrily.
✧ Silver who is so enthralled by everything about you, so no matter what you do it always makes him feel so in love and fluffy. He's never known this sort of love before, but he's always so honest about his feelings and so his attraction to you wouldn't be any different. You could be napping peacefully in class and Silver's watching you from across the room with the softest, sweetest smile on his face. He thinks about you day and night; you even fill his dreams. Most of it is entirely normal and innocent, but then all it takes is for someone to suggest something less-than-pure about you and suddenly Silver's thoughts are derailing. Oh, he's never thought about sex before. But sex with you? That seems very appealing, so much so that he's feeling much hotter than before. ;;;;
✧ Sebek who, in spite of everything, gets off to the fact that you're human. There's just something so...appealing to you. He struggles to put it into words (and he almost doesn't want to), but you're so soft and sweet and enticing. Maybe Sebek secretly likes your being human because it makes you seem weaker by some strange default? But then he dwells on this and that doesn't seem to be the reason. Truthfully, Sebek likes your humanity because it's charming. Because there's something about you that feels and smells different. Maybe it's because you're the first human to make him feel so aroused that he deems you worthy of his own affections, or maybe he's just hopelessly, pathetically in love with all of the things that make you human and he's trying so hard to deny that.
✧ Rollo who gets off to your scent. Maybe it's a perfume you wear or maybe it's your natural scent. Whatever it is, he's carefully borrowing insignificant items that smell just like you so that he can hold them up to his nose while he masturbates. You're just so perfect and your scent drives him crazy and he feels like a filthy pervert each time he does this, but it's too late to stop. He's already in so deep. Just your scent alone has him shuddering through messy orgasms; imagine what you'd do to him if you were here in person and he got to touch you...
✧ Neige who gets off to indirect kisses. When you share a spoon or bite from the same snack, his pulse is racing at the prospect of having indirectly kissed you. He's so eager and excited that he has to try so hard not to let his face get so flushed with arousal. And you're so relaxed about it! You're so cool... He could admire you forever. <3
✧ Che'nya who gets off on watching you when he's invisible. It gets him hard every time he catches you in an intimate or compromising situation. Whether you're bathing or changing or masturbating, it makes it all the more tempting when he's completely invisible and you have no idea someone else is in the room with you. He's thought about pressing himself against you when you least expect it just to feel you flinch or to hear your breath hitch. And then there's the thought of fucking you when he's invisible, where you'll only see yourself stretching around a cock that isn't visible to your eye. >:)
#twisted chit chat#n/sfw#the pathetic virginification of twst <3#some of them are far more pathetic and virgin than others (looking at riddle...) but overall everyone is desperate for you to an extent
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Dragon Dan Heng
warning: mention of COCK ovi, knotting, other non-human anatomy things????, biting and marking, rut/heat cycles, dacryphilia, egregious amounts of cum (I think that's how you use that word), dumbification, oral, tongue in throat (a lil choking), belly bulge, breeding, top character, rambling author
Reader's gender is not specified and I dodged around mention of genitalia I think.
SFW: So so so- As I said before, this man activates my fucking neurons. The two braincells I have bouncing around in my head suddenly rub together to create a single thought. That single thought is about how hot he is??? Literally he doesn't have to do anything and he already has rizz 100. Would. Very much would.
But like real talk this danger noodle doesn't really change much when finally unlocks his new skin (lmfao don't pitchfork me I was kiDDING-)
Still seemingly calm (almost) all the time. Still mostly silent (at least when compared with people like March 7th). But if you're with him, then I think that there are subtle changes. When you're together, he doesn't just hover within your space. He'll be sitting next to you and that pretty tail of his will curl around you- maybe around your waist or just laid behind you and curled to lay across your lap. Doesn't admit it but he likes it when you pet his tail. :D
Scent marking!!! Any time you come back from somewhere after being gone for a bit or he does, he needs to scent mark you. Rubbing his neck along yours and purring (in my head dragons can purr fight me) while he smells the way your scent mingles with his (and the way that he covers up others' scents with his but he won't admit it). When you two are napping together and he cuddles with you, his tail will also wrap around you. Makes trying to get up to pee or even to start your day a bit hard. If you try to, he'll grumble and growl at you groggily without any real annoyance. Nips at your ear for waking him up before pulling you closer. His face gets a little hot when you laugh at his behavior.
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So,,,, There are so many ways this can go. I oscillate between different head canons about his cock just on its own- Like does he have two? Is it/are they ribbed??? Is there knotting involved? E G G S ? All of the above???????? Honestly I'd take any and all of it or whatever combo it might be. I also believe in internal cock pouch thing supremacy. No I don't know what it's called but it is my reliGION PLEASE- Like y'all can't tell me it's not enticing. I am 100% a degenerate, but imagine him getting aroused and like you can see the way the slit of his pouch is a bit slick. The way he'd moan and grip the bedding with a white knuckled grip when you make your way down his body to mouth at it, tongue darting out to lick at it. Imagine licking into it to feel the tip of his cock (cocks??????) before gently sliding a finger in to feel around it/them. At some point you add more fingers to help your tongue coax your prize out of the sheath (thank god I remembered that word) and you get to feel the way his slick cock slowly fills your mouth even as your fingers work around it in the slit of said sheath. You'd have him choking on his own breath and twitching with his tail laying across your shoulders to wrap around your waist. Please bring his legs up on your shoulders and wrap your arms around them and hold down his hips. Something about it gets to him. :)))
I could always talk about bottom dragon Dan Heng if y'all want, but I will be sharing my brainrot about top Dan Heng today. (No it's totally not because of my preferences what are you talking about-)
Just like with Gepard, I stand by my idea that slipping a pretty plug in these men is a need not a want. Just that extra stimulation that will make him cum even more when he gets there.
I can see him being soft with you unless he's in rut. Yes I'm basic I like rut cycles fhisejo- When he's in rut, his nails are more like claws and his teeth are sharper. Maybe longer, too. Bet he has a big dick already but it's only bigger in rut. Really got that breeder cock, lol. Still has enough coherency to prep you by sliding his long tongue inside you. He can't use those fingers of his when they're tipped with claws, after all. Doesn't wanna hurt his baby. :((
He'll kiss around your hole before licking around the entrance to tease you, rubbing at your erogenous spots while he does so. Then he'll lick into you, thrusting his tongue in like it's a cock. Little by little he'll pry you open with his tongue until you're all sloppy and you swear his tongue is in your belly. All the while, he's been humping himself into the bed beneath him, desperately wishing it was you he was rocking into instead.
Once it's finally time to take you, I like to think that he'd flip you onto your stomach with your hips in the air and a hand pressing between your shoulderblades to keep your chest pinned to the bed. Slides his slick cock over your twitching hole before notching it on the rim of your entrance and slowly rutting into you. The fullness has you rolling your eyes back and whining while he coos at you how you're doing so well for him and you only have a little bit more you can take it-
Once he's fully seated, hips flush with your ass and cock twitching inside you, he'll bring a hand around to your belly to feel the bulge he made there. Presses on it a little to hear you squeak and watch you squirm beneath him. Starts a slow pace to make sure you're used to his stretching you open. But be warned- The moment he's sure that you are adjusted, he's pounding into you with panting breaths and barely contained drool. His teeth ache with the need to mark you up- Bite into your flesh to leave marks that would claim you as his. His hands are anchored to your hips in a tight grip that you're sure will be leaving bruises along with the claw marks. His girth and ribbed texture to his cock have you moaning and clawing at the bed. Loves watching the way his dick just disappears inside you; the stretch of your hole around him.
Once he finally spills his cum inside of you after several orgasms from you, it's hot and thick and there's just so much of it. He's moaning and growling behind you while he thrusts a few more times as it starts spurting out of him, all of them rough and hard thrusts. But then his hips are pressed so hard to yours that you wonder if you'll ever be able to remove them. He just needs to empty himself as deep into you as possible. We're going with the knotting idea today so the swelling knot you've slowly felt beginning to stretch you out and then knocking against your entrance has now been shoved inside of you, locking you two together and pressing relentlessly against sensitive spots inside of you. The pulsing you feel through the knot and his whole cock is not helping and it's making you squeeze around him so hard so your body can milk all of his cum from him. You swear all the cum is making the bump in your belly bigger after he's done pouring it all inside of you.
When he's in rut he just doesn't stop going. So maybe hours later, you have cum all over your thighs and there's so much dripping out of your well used hole that you're questioning where the hell it all came from. You smell so much like him and his cum and there's so much inside you that it sates some possessive part of his rut brain. Regardless of whether he can or can't breed you due to your or his biology (I'm not actually sure what goes on with Vidyadhara procreation or if they can even do that anymore iofsj-), the rut brain is telling him that he can and seeing your belly distended a bit with how much cum he fucked into you is soothing his dragon hind brain, lmfao. You're likely unable to form any thoughts at all when you two are done. You feel like you can't possibly cum anymore and even small amounts of stimulation have you whimpering and writhing. You have bite marks all over your neck and hips- Maybe even a few on your ass, lol. Inner thighs for sure, too. He might lick away your tears before kissing you. :'''''''''))
Both out and in rut, he's always sure to give aftercare. Cuddles is a big part of this. Purring and other rumbling sounds as he envelopes you in an embrace that once again includes his tail curling around you protectively. Likes to sleep with his knot still in you, cock still pulsing as his cum continues to fill you. Maybe he likes to rub at your belly where that bulge is. Tells you about how good you did- Such a good mate for him. His precious mate.
P.S. I like the idea so I think he'd maybe also shove his tongue down your throat while fucking you. And I mean that more literally than you think. I mean it is long- The way you choke on it while kissing him with tears welling in your eyes does something to him. The filthy slide of it as if fucking your throat with it and all the drool swapping from his mouth to yours and vice versa.
If there are any typos then my apologies big dawg LMFAO.
There's so much space in my brain taken up by this man alone.
Considering starting to do requests and asks. I guess lemme know if people want that?????
#hsr smut#hsr x reader#honkai star rail x reader#dan heng x reader#dan heng smut#top character#gn reader#I THINK???#HELP???#I am very unconfident yall pls-#Roro writes#dragon dan heng
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Roronoa Zoro NSFW Alphabet (Netflix live action)
Warnings: smut 🫠 and cursing (18+ / minors dni)
A/n: i can't stop writing for this man please help okay so i had a bunch of smut headcanons for live action Zoro so i thought it would be better to fit them in a NSFW Alphabet ajdlajakaj it's the first time i write any kind of smut so please forgive me for any mistakes 😅 (i also didn't check the grammar because i was too embarassed to copy and paste it on google translate lmao sorry about that too ajskajskaj) female reader is adult and everything is consensual 🙏🏻 i hope you like it!!
A = Aftercare (what they’re like after sex)
Zoro is very gentle after sex, he likes to hold you close and kiss your forehead as you both fall asleep together.
B = Body part (their favorite body part of theirs and also their partner’s)
He is a boob guy. He loves your boobs, staring at, squeezing and sucking on them. He also likes kissing the valley between them.
And for himself he likes his chest and arms. He is super proud of how much you love to roam your hands on his chest and arms to feel his strong muscles.
C = Cum (anything to do with cum, basically)
He licks every drop of your cum when he makes you climax with his tongue on your pussy (we know he has strong teeth, so i'm guessing his tongue works well too 👀). And it's freaking hot when he wipes his mouth after that and goes kiss you with the same hunger he showed before.
D = Dirty secret (pretty self explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs)
He loves when you nibble on his ear.
You've recently gotten obsessed with the three earrings on his left ear and you want to suck on them all the time. He acts annoyed when you do it, but deep down he loves it, it makes him feel all tingly inside.
E = Experience (how experienced are they? do they know what they’re doing?)
Zoro wasn't very experienced when you met, but, after all this time together, you've done it so many times that now he already knows by heart the exact spots he has to hit to take you to complete bliss.
F = Favorite position (this goes without saying)
He loves when you're on top of him. Watching your beautiful face from below, your boobs moving up and down, grabbing your ass... it's like poetry for him.
G = Goofy (are they more serious in the moment? are they humorous? etc.)
Well, Zoro doesn't smile much in his normal activities, so the same applies to while having sex ajskajakaj he's usually more serious cause he takes being with you and pleasing you very seriously.
H = Hair (how well groomed are they? does the carpet match the drapes? etc.)
Well, he's nearly a pirate so don't expect much ajdkajskaj but if you ask him he'll take care of it, cause he will honestly do anything for you.
I = Intimacy (how are they during the moment? the romantic aspect)
It may be surprising, but he is so romantic. The thing is your relationship is very based on love and trust, so sex for you is really an intimate moment for you to share your deepest feelings with each other. He makes sure to show you how much he loves you by taking care of you and pleasing you the best way he can.
J = Jack off (masturbation headcanon)
He jerks off thinking about fucking you from behind with you wearing a mini skirt Nami had lent you one day. Zoro was never the same after he saw you in that lmaooo the sight stuck to his mind so he often remembers it 👀
K = Kink (one or more of their kinks)
Okay so hear me out: Zoro with a praise kink. Boy's had a rough past, so he appreciates every little act of kindness you do for him. He loves when you praise him and whisper sweet things in his ear, for how good he is or how nice he is doing. You can literally feel how much he enjoys that.
L = Location (favorite places to do the do)
Your shared room at the Going Merry. The rush of having to be silent so that the other straw hats won't hear you turns him on even more.
M = Motivation (what turns them on, gets them going)
Your voice. He loves listening to you moaning and telling him how good he makes you feel, it's like music to his ears.
(In fact, anytime you're feeling mischievous and want to mess with his mind, you just use that sweet voice that you know will drive him crazy)
N = No (something they wouldn’t do, turn offs)
Degradation. Or hurting. Not at all. You were the best thing that ever happened to Zoro and he made sure to let you know that, so he wasn't going to call you names or any of that. Sex was also a very intimate and special moment between you two so he enjoyed you both exchanging only nice stuff.
O = Oral (preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc.)
He loves a good blowjob. Hell, he loves how good your mouth feels on his dick.
You love to see how he melts under your touch while you're sucking him off. He looks so pleased and makes such pretty noises moaning your name you want to keep going just to keep listening to that.
P = Pace (are they fast and rough? slow and sensual? etc.)
It depends. Zoro usually takes his time in pleasing both of you. But when he's a bit frustrated or angry and wants to release himself, he gets a bit rough, but never hurting you.
Q = Quickie (their opinions on quickies, how often, etc.)
He prefers the real thing, but whenever one of you is feeling needy, sure, he'll do quickies.
R = Risk (are they game to experiment? do they take risks? etc.)
Zoro is a simple man: he gets to fuck you, he is happy. So usually risking and trying new things only happens when the idea comes from you (and you sure have good ideas very often *wink wink*).
S = Stamina (how many rounds can they go for? how long do they last?)
Several rounds. Your man's stamina is on point ajdkajskaj
T = Toys (do they own toys? do they use them? on a partner or themselves?)
Zoro doesn't really like toys. He says just the both of you are enough to "feel really good". i mean are there even sex toys in the op universe i'll be in debt in this one ajskajakja
U = Unfair (how much they like to tease)
He likes to go straight to the point so he doesn't tease much, except when he wants you to beg for it so he can hear that sweet sex voice of yours that he loves so much.
V = Volume (how loud they are, what sounds they make, etc.)
He's not very loud, but he grunts a lot (and it's delicious for you to hear). He also frequently lets slip curse words in your ear when he's fucking you because he can't take all the pleasure.
W = Wild card (a random headcanon for the character)
That time you were at Kaya's and he showed up wearing that suit? You could barely concentrate on dinner for how aroused you were seeing him in those clothes. He looked so. freaking. hot.
The second dinner was over and everyone went to sleep you pushed him to your bedroom and had him take his pants off so you could ride him like there was no tomorrow (suit still on of course cause you liked it ajdkajskaj).
X = X-ray (let’s see what’s going on under those clothes)
Let's just say those jokes about his fourth sword are actually true.
Y = Yearning (how high is their sex drive?)
Zoro is horny for you all the time lol of course he understands there's a right time for everything but whenever he has the chance he wants to be with you.
Z = Zzz (how quickly they fall asleep afterwards)
It doesn't take much for him to fall asleep. He'll do the job, feel good and then fall asleep for how tired he feels (but not before kissing your forehead and praising you for all that you did together 😉).
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brat tamer matt x yn ?
hi!! to the other anon who req headcanons for brat!tamer matt, those'll come out later !
matt's little brat ♡
summary: matt giving the reader silent treatment to teach her a lesson bc shes being bratty :C
warnings/notes: cursing, matt is kinda giving sugar bf vibes, silent treatment from matt, reader is a brat obv she may even get on UR nerves a little, NOT PROOFREAD!!
wc: 1k
lets say you're out at the pool. matt's been ready to go, but he's let you have your fun. but he's tired and you guys have been out for hours!
you work hard too! he acts so big and tough as if he does all the work around here. yeah sure, he goes to work all day. but.. you uh.. you do...
you know what, let's just move on :)
when he's finally had enough of your excuses to stay, he snaps. "i said, let's go." his stern voice and impatient face makes you want to stomp your foot on the ground like a child. but you don't, you simply keep the annoyed look on your face. you fold your arms before snatching your stuff and walking to his car. he follows you, a small grin on his face.
you hate being pushed around, liked having freedom. matt always waited for you to say the 'lets go'. but not today. you begin to rant in the car when he's driving home. "i don't understand why i had to go! you could've left and i coulda caught a cab back. or i could've called nate."
the last part of your irritated ramble got to matt a bit. he frowned. nate, his best friend, always had a little bit of a thing for you, though he never gave him any trouble for it. nate's a good guy and he'd never step where he knows he's not welcome. but if you said the magic words, he'd totally try to get with you.
you're usually a good girl, however. you're aware of nate's feelings for you which is why you brought his name up to push your boyfriend's buttons.
this is when he starts to give you the silent treatment. not to punish you, though. he's just waiting for you to cool off. you continue to bitch and whine about how he was barely even interacting with you at the pool. he was on the lounge chair for most of the time and you were in the water by yourself like a loser. little do you know, he was busy on his phone looking at tiffany tennis bracelets to buy you for your one year anniversary
once you arrive at his apartment, you don't wait for him to come around to your side of the car to open the door for you. no, you grab your belongings and swing the door open aggressively. a small agitated pout has formed on your face and you rush into the lobby, leaving him behind (not really because he quickly follows you)
he can't really hold in his smirk anymore. he thinks its adorable when you get like this. all cranky and annoyed. his little brat ♡
you see this and it just makes you even more upset. but what really does it for you is when you two step into the elevator and he doesn't touch you at all. it's just you two and he's not giving you a sloppy kiss to get you all flustered. he doesn't even wrap his arm around your waist.
you practically sprint out of the elevator when you reach his floor. you get to the door and realize you left the key at your house, so you have to wait for him. you turn towards him with your arms crossed and suck your teeth impatiently. he doesn't make any effort to walk quicker though. he just smiles lazily, flinging the keys around on his finger.
"hurry up." you demand
he breaks eye contact, unlocking the door. you push past him to get inside first. you throw your stuff down on his leather couch and run into the en suite, locking the door when you get inside. he scoffs, his tongue swiping over his teeth in amusement.
almost two hours later, this little charade is still going on. you're only half as mad as you were before. to be honest, you were kinda tired of this act. you wanted to crawl into his lap and kiss his pretty face. but you're too petty to give in so easily
"you're so fucking mean!" you whine out, rolling your eyes when he looks up from his laptop with both eyebrows raised. he still doesn't speak, quickly removing his attention from you and back to his screen. "stop ignoring me." you spit. you're used to getting what you want from matt, so this really bothers you.
he chuckles. "mean, hm? aw, baby. you're gonna make me cry." he toys with you, pushing you further. whatever, you don't care. atleast he's talking now. you scoff, "i hope so!" though your words have no malice. he pushes his laptop off him and to the side. he pats his lap, testing to see what you'd do.
you fold your arms again and huff. you shake your head, your mouth closed shut. he sighs and mutters an "okay." he turns off his lamp and goes back on his computer. now you feel terrible. you want to beg for forgiveness and apologize for being such a punk. you're sleepy and there's no way you're gonna be able to without his comfort.
your forced angry face slowly contorts into a sad pout. your eyes get glossy and you get in bed next to him. "matt." you whisper, pulling gently on his arm. he holds in his smile, turning to look at you. you rest your head on his shoulder. "m sorry.. you're not mean at all. you're perfect."
he kisses your head sweetly. "that's okay, my love. you were just a little cranky today, huh?" he coos, and you nod your head tiredly, your vision already beginning to falter. he sees this, turns off his laptop, and puts it down on his nightstand. he pulls you to lay down so you can sleep. you rest your hand on his cheek, his stubble pricking you.
you slowly lean in to kiss his lips. his hand grabs your hip, licking your bottom lip. you pull back shyly and smile. he toothily grins. "such a bratty girl, aren't cha?" he teases, poking your side.
THIS IS KINDA SLOPPY SORRY </3 i have so much thoughts abt brat!reader x matt rn so theyre all kinda jumbled hehe
tags!! <3 @stargirlsturniololover @junnniiieee07 @mattsneezing @freshloveee @freshsturns @emma4eva
#𝓶𝓪𝓽𝓽 𝓼𝓽𝓾𝓻𝓷𝓲𝓸𝓵𝓸#sturniolo triplets#sturniolo#matt sturniolo#matt sturniolo x reader#matt sturniolo x brat#matt sturniolo x yn
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𝗿𝗮𝗶𝗻𝘆 𝗱𝗮𝘆
pairing: bf!getou suguru x fem!reader
warnings: smut, explicit content no minors allowed. no real plot, pussy eating & sex.
a/n: this is my first piece for tumblr dot com so i hope u guys enjoy it, let me know what you think by sending an ask! i can't wait to write my other ideas for other characters!
summary: suguru loves spending his rainy days in bed with you, buried between your legs.
Suguru’s favorite thing to do on a rainy day is to lie down in bed. The stormy, gloomy sky makes the room dark and cold, the patter of the rain against the glass windows brings comfort to his mind, soothing and relaxing. He likes feeling his legs tangled in the sheets, the soft comforter drapes over his body, and his hair splayed against the bed. But his favorite thing is seeing you beside him.
He loves the way your sleep shirt rises a little high on your back and exposes your hip bone, and the fabric of your underwear rests against the curve of your ass. Your eyes, and how they gaze at him with a tired yet loving gaze that you always cast at your boyfriend. Your hair against the soft white pillowcase, the way the blankets hug your figure. He can hardly resist you as it is, but seeing you so utterly content to just be in his company? His mouth goes dry, and his brain can’t focus on a single other thought.
“Suguru,” you mumble, making him refocus, your voice soft against the sound of the storm outside.
“Yeah baby,” he says, lazily bringing a hand to your waist to pull you in close.
He hears your muffled giggles as he drags you in and his arms drape over you as he adjusts to be over top of you. His head drops to your neck, and he kisses your warm skin slowly.
“I was going to ask you if you’re alright but you answered that,” you reply with a sigh of contentment, tilting your head to let Suguru have access.
Suguru loves that you always give him access to what he wants. He always makes sure that you’re okay with what he wants to do, but he likes that you always want him. He always wants you. It works out perfectly. He hums in acknowledgment and his teeth gently nip on your skin before sucking over it, just to leave a little mark. He enjoys how you sigh, and how your fingers thread through his messy black hair. He can feel your cold fingertips delicately brush against the warm skin of his broad shoulders.
His brown eyes gaze into yours, his eyes half-lidded, and he offers a lazy smile. He leans down to kiss you. His kiss is soft, his lips are always soft. He always kisses slowly, as if trying to memorize the exact feel of your lips against his, even if you’ve both been kissing for a while. He likes the way your lips move against one another, the way your hands cup his cheeks to keep him in place there. His hand holds your jaw as his tongue swipes against your bottom lip and you part them, allowing him to have entrance into your mouth.
His tongue isn’t shy, it never is, even if his kisses are deep and slow, Suguru knows how to get to business and kiss you breathlessly. His hand moves from your jaw down towards your chest where he mumbles, “Can I?” and only when you nod does he move his hand down to squeeze your breast. He enjoys your soft whimper against his mouth as he leans in to kiss you again, with a bit more passion and force behind this one in contrast to the one before.
His thumb and index fingers are quick to find your nipple, pinching it playfully until you whimper and arch a little underneath him. Suguru smiles into the kiss, both his hands holding your breasts as he pinches and rubs your nipples over your shirt. Your whimpers muffle in his mouth, and when Suguru decides he wants to hear them, he breaks the kiss. His smile is smug as he gazes down at you, always the one to rile you up so quickly just by simple touches.
“What do you need?” he asks, his tone gruff as he looks into your eyes.
He loves seeing your lips part, cheeks flushed pink as you lie beneath him. He loves how his touch alone can work you up like this. Something as simple as playing with your nipples can do it for you.
“You, please,” you whisper to him and your hands gently tug on his hair, something that always gets him going without fail. Today is no different. His eyes flutter shut for a moment as he holds back a grunt, but he keeps composure and opens his eyes.
Suguru doesn’t make you beg, he only ever makes you beg when you piss him off or if he’s taking out his bad day on you. He moves down your body and grips your thighs. His hands squeeze them gently before he slides them on top of his shoulders. He feels your feet move to hook together by the ankles, your soft thighs rest against his cheeks and he swears he’s in paradise. He can smell your scent, his nose pressed right against your clothed pussy as he drags his tongue slowly against the fabric. He hears your moan, feels your fingers in his hair, he smiles to himself.
His fingers move in between your legs and drag your panties to the side. He moans a little under his breath. It never fails to get him excited to see your wet cunt. He dips his tongue into the wetness, lapping it up on his tongue where he hears a faint whimper.
“So sweet baby,” he says in a hoarse tone. He hears your soft plea for more, and when you sound so sweet, how can he not oblige?
He doesn’t waste time sucking on your clit, his fingers swipe up through your wetness to spread your pussy so he has more room. Your moans sound so pretty above him as he takes his time, swirling his tongue in slow circles to drag it out. His tongue flicks against it a few times, dragging his teeth against it as he does. He loves the way your fingers tug on his hair as you moan and whine for him. His tongue gradually picks up in speed with his tongue as his fingers rub against your folds, teasing your entrance with his finger. His eyes stuck on your squirming body as he continued. He can feel your thighs squeeze around his head as he sucks harder on your clit, dragging out so many sweet pleas, whines, and moans.
He knows you’re close to an orgasm, he can feel it, and more than anything, he wants it all over his tongue and face. Suguru slides a finger inside your tight hole and slowly pumps it in and out. His tongue licks over your clit at a fast pace as he sucks against it as well. He pulls away for a breath, but even then he gives your clit small kisses before he dives back in. He curls and twists his finger inside you, making you cry out a moan of his name.
“Close!” you cry out in the room and Suguru hums in acknowledgment. He doesn’t let up, though. His finger moves faster inside you to match the pace of how he swirled his tongue around your throbbing, puffy clit.
“Ah! Suguru!” You cry out in a high-pitched moan and he feels your cum against his finger. He removes his finger, sucking it clean of your cream before he dives between your folds. His tongue prods your needy cunt, tasting your release as his nose nudges your clit, making you whimper in overstimulation.
Suguru leans up though, his chin wet and his lips glistening from your pussy, and he grins. “You didn’t think I was done with you, right baby?” Suguru asks and he chuckles when you shake your head in response.
Your eyes fall immediately to his cock, pressing against his boxers, begging to be freed. Your fingers make way to pull them down and watch as it springs out, and Suguru moans a little at the feeling. His cock is pretty. Long and girthy, curved in the middle and the head of it is in perfect proportion to the rest of his length. You sit up a little and your tongue licks a flat stripe against the head of his cock, cleaning the bead of pre-cum that glistens against the tip.
“Good girl,” Suguru praises, his hand moving to your hair and tugging your head back, “you can suck me off later baby, I need your pussy right now.”
You lie down and your eyes meet his, his heated gaze meets your needy one. Suguru gently guides you down to your back, but he grabs you by the ankles and pulls you with him to the edge of the bed, making you squeak in surprise.
Suguru stands now, pulling your legs to be flush against his chest as your ankles hook on his shoulders. His hands roam down your calves, down to your thighs, before settling on your mound. His thumb rubs your clit, and he watches as your body jolts with pleasure and your lips part in a moan. His lips part as well as he watches with a contented grunt emitting from him. His other hand settles against your pussy as he pushes a finger into your needy hole.
He thrusts his finger in and out quickly before pushing in his middle finger, making them bend and scissor inside your walls. He can’t look away from your squirming body as moans pour from your mouth, and pleas to feel his cock inside you emit over and over from your lips.
“Needy,” is all he says as he fucks you with his fingers diligently to prepare you for his cock. When he rubs your dripping hole with his ring finger, you whine out loudly.
“I-I can take it,” you plead, your voice needy and eager. Suguru feels a swell of pride.
“Can you baby?” He asks as his fingers fuck into your cunt faster and he watches as your legs shake, his thumb still rubbing your clit in small circles.
“Ah- y-yes,” you manage out and nod confidently. He can see the way you look at him with so much confidence. He knows you’re an expert at taking his cock. He loves watching it bury in your needy cunt as he plows into you.
Suguru takes his fingers out and moves his thumb away, letting you catch your breath as your legs tremble against his chest. He grips the base of his cock and drags the head of it against your pussy, rubbing it against your folds, letting your juices coat it as he moans softly. He teases your entrance by pushing just the tip in and moving it away, watching you whine out desperately just to feel his cock.
“Suguru!” you exclaim when he does it a third time, making him laugh beneath his breath.
“Sorry, sorry,” he says under his breath.
His hands grab your thighs and use it as leverage to slowly push into your warm pussy. The moan he emits is guttural. He loves the way your pussy sucks him in, your warm walls clench around his cock as he reaches his hilt. The way your eyes flutter, lips part as you whine out for him, how your chest arches toward him, he’s obsessed with you and how you feel around him. He’d fuck you every day if he could just to see you take his cock. His hands move to your shirt to push it up to see your breasts and hard nipples as you adjust to him.
“M-move,” you say breathily, and Suguru doesn’t need much more encouragement.
Just like he kisses, he starts slowly, letting you get used to the feeling of his cock sliding in and out of you even though you both fuck regularly. He grits his teeth though as he does, fingers digging into your thigh as he drags his hips in languid thrusts.
“So fucking tight, you’re always so tight,” he grits out.
His eyes flicker from your face as your moans fall from your lips, down to your breasts that move every time his hips thrust against your ass and the back of your thighs. Every sound you make spurs him on. He can feel your fingers curl around his wrists and squeeze as you moan his name softly. He loses his patience when he sees how good you look, and his hips build to a faster pace.
Your breasts bounce in front of him as he looks down at them and his low moans are in harmony with your high-pitched ones. His balls slap against your ass with how fast and deep his thrusts are; the bed frame hits the wall with every thrust. He watches as you unfold beneath him, your legs shake as he holds your thighs tightly in place to make sure you don’t move from this position. Your eyes roll to the back of your head as you babble out moans of his name and ‘please!’ over and over. He isn’t even sure what you’re begging for, but he’s more than happy to give it to you.
He grunts as he fucks your wet cunt, moving his hands to your calves to spread your legs apart as his thrusts get a little harder. Your louder moans mask his moans and quick breaths. Your back arches as he fucks you, fast, deep, and hard. It feels like you can’t breathe at how good it feels.
“Suguru,” you cry out as he continues his unrelenting pace.
“Rub your clit,” he instructs in between harsh breaths and low groans. His dick was rubbing against it with each thrust, but he knows it’s not enough. He wants to see you squirt. He needs it.
Your fingers shakily make your way to your pussy and you rub your clit quickly, it makes you whine, and if it weren’t for Suguru holding you in place so tightly you would’ve squirmed away from his cock that pounds into your cunt. Your body is hot, your pussy is gushing with each thrust Suguru gives you, and you cry out desperately as you feel a white-hot bundle of pleasure builds within you.
“S-Suguru!” You cry out loudly before you cum, you squirt against your legs and a little on Suguru’s torso.
Seeing your back arch, eyes roll in the back of your head, your legs shake, and seeing you squirt is Suguru’s undoing. He pulls out quickly and groans as he spills his cum against your stomach. The white cream settles on your skin as it comes out in ropes that spill out in jerk-like motions.
He takes a moment, rubbing your thighs soothingly as he kisses your calf. Suguru catches his breath, and it’s like the world comes back to him. The rain outside pours against the window, and the ceiling fan above you both whirs softly.
“I’ll get a damp towel and clean you off,” Suguru says hoarsely and offers you a loving smile. Before he leaves, he adjusts you to lie flat on the bed so your legs don’t dangle off the edge of it.
He’s only gone a moment before he comes back with a warm, damp hand towel and sits beside you. He wipes your stomach clean, then your legs, before his torso. He leans down to kiss your stomach, then up between the valley of your breasts before landing on your lips.
“Love you,” he whispers to you.
You smile sweetly, looking at him with tired, sweet eyes.
“Love you too,” you whisper.
He nestles back in bed beside you, holding you in his arms. Your favorite place to be curled up against your boyfriend, and you both take a nap with the rain to lull you to sleep.
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monster!eddie who also has a monster sized cock and mocks you as you try and be the first to take it all? he’s degrading but sweet at the same time, calling you a good slut? idk man
Why would you do this to me!!!???!?!! I know who you are, You can't hide behind anon from me. 😉
Moot request
☾ Pairings: monster!eddie x fem!reader
☾ Warnings: porn no plot, unprocted sex, size kink, degrading, Monster!Eddie refers to the reader as slut, good girl and sweet girl, mocking, monster fucking, tetratophilia. Use of spit as lubricant, Slight fear kink if you squint. Biting, scratching, mention of blood, roughish sex, Everything here is consensual. Monster!eddie loves you, and you love him too. If I missed anything, let me know nicely, and I will fix it.
|A/n: a short blurb about Monster under the bed Eddie, Not proofread, divider by me, you can read my monster!eddie fic here. |
18+ no minors
"Please-- just a little more." You writhed under his large frame.
His dark eyes locked on yours, with an almost sorrowful expression. His brows knit together as he sits back on his knees, looking down at where your bodies were trying to meld together. He frowns, noticing how his thick cock has barely even passed the tip. No one has ever been able to take all of him before. He knows tonight won't be any different.
Some have tried, and it always ended in tears and pain. Pain, he never wanted to inflict on purpose. But God seeing you begging for more made him want to just slam into you, until he's filling you to the brim with is cock.
"Hmmm, I'm not so sure you can take more." His deep voice shakey as he tried to keep his composure.
"I can. I promise." You pleaded.
His long, serpent like tongue slithers out to lick his lips. The same tongue he used just moments ago that made you cum so hard your vision went dark. He can still taste you on his lips. The smell of your fear faded as it was replaced with your arousal clouding his mind. You were always just a little scared of him, but you always managed to warm up quickly. You're so fragile compared to him. He just wants to let go and ruin you, but he knows he can't.
He laughs darkly at how pitiful you sound begging for him to push deeper.
"Sweet girl, you want more, huh?" He cooed.
"Yes!, I need it all ." You practically yell.
His cock barely breaching past your entrance, his large clawed hands spread your thighs further apart. He removes his cock just for a brief moment to spit in his hand and rub it on his length. He readies himself at your entrance once more and pushes in deeper than he was before. You gasp at the stretch feeling his cock splitting you open around him. The size of him should have scared you, but your body yearned for him.
His mouth hanging open as he hovers above you. His long hair cascades down his back and over his shoulders. The scars on his body fading with time. His dark eyes now closed as he feels your pussy taking him in slowly inch my inch. He's being careful you can tell he doesn't want to hurt you.
"Keep going!" You moan impatiently.
His eyes shoot open and grins again, revealing his set of sharp white teeth.
"Such an impatient little thing, aren't you?" He teased.
You don't respond. Instead, you look up at him with big doe eyes, hoping he'll give you what you need.
He shakes his head, smiling to himself. He pushes in harder this time, causing you to let out a strangled sob. You throw your head back and move to grip onto his forearms that were now beside your head. You spread your legs impossibly wider for him. He continued pushing deeper and deeper, working you open around his length until his cock has disappeared in your body.
"Such a good little slut." He praised.
He stays still for a moment and examines your face looking for any sign of discomfort. He doesn't see any, and he pulls out almost halfway before plunging all the way back in. Your body jolts under him as his hips slam violently against yours. He's grunting and growling in your ear as he steadies himself on top of you. Your back arching off the bed when his cock starts hitting that spongey spot on your walls.
"Mmmm! fuck don't stop."
"Look at you taking all of me so well." He praised you again.
Your only response was to dig your nails into his shoulders as his cock easily glides in out of your pussy. "Want me to fill you up with my cum too?"
"Huh? Get you all nice and messy you'd like that, wouldn't you?" His voice low in your ear.
"W'anna see it spilling out of you." He hums, and his chest vibrates.
His warm breath against your ear sends a shiver down your spine.
You still can't form any words to make a cohesive sentence. The only sounds coming from your mouth are a few whimpers and pleads. One large hand moves to caress your cheek and wipe away a few tears that are spilling from the corners of your eyes.
"Aww, I know it must be so hard for you to think." He mocks.
Your face grows hot when he mocked you making your pussy flutter. But he's right, you can't think no matter how hard you tried. He dragged his long a long from your throat down to the middle of your breasts, making your skin prickle with goosebumps.
The harsh snap of his hips as his cock plunges back inside you breaks you from your daze. His heavy balls slapped into your ass with each powerful thrust. The soft curls between his legs soaked in your slick. A hand moves to grip your thigh as his cock sets a brutal pace. Your pussy making a filthy squelching sound that was close to pornographic.
His face now buried in the crook of your neck, and his mouth moves to bite down on hard. The sharpness of his fangs drawing just the smallest amount of blood as he desperately tried to stifle a moan.
He moves his mouth from your neck to let out the deepest animalistic growl you've ever heard from him. You feel that tightness building up again. You want to reach down to play with your clit but you hesitat not knowing if you're allowed to just yet. He sits back up again when he notices you're getting close. "Go on, touch yourself cum for me."
You easily moved your hand between your bodies to rub tight circles around your sore clit. He watches you while still vigorously pumping his cock in your pussy, making your breasts bounce with each thrust. His breath hitches, and he lets out a soft sigh when he feels you clench around him. You start rubbing your clit harder while his cock is still working that sweet spot on your inner walls.
Your legs wrap around him tighter when your second orgasm washes over you. You take a sharp intake of breath, digging your nails down his strong back. Your body trembles from your release. "Thank you!", "Thank you!" You quietly chanted to him as you came down from your high. Your legs shake and go numb. "yes such a good slut that's it cum on my cock."
He's giving you praise after praise going from "my good girl" to "his good little slut." You feel his cock twitch and his thrusts are getting more frantic. He gives his last few hard pumps of his cock before shooting his hot cum, coating your walls. "OH fuck!" He continues pumping his cock milking himself of every single drop. His cum filling you up and spilling out down the curve of your ass making a mess of you like he said.
He crashes down on top of you with his full weight, making it hard to breathe. You both lay there silent, struggling to catch your breath. He felt him shift his weight off you for a second. He tries to easily remove his length from you. You winced at the feeling of him leaving you. Your body is sore and weak, and your legs still feel numb.
For a moment, you think he's gonna disappear back from where he came, but he doesn't just yet. Instead, he goes to lay beside you on your bed. His body littered in claw marks you left him. The sun peaks through your curtains, signaling that you don't have much time left together. He can sense you're now getting sad and bends over to look you in the eyes once more. "You did so well for me tonight."
"Yeah?" You ask as your eyes light up.
"Of course, my sweet girl." He reassured, pulling your blanket up to cover your naked body.
"I will see you again tomorrow night like I promised I always would." He continues on while slinking himself under your bed.
You pout, but know he's got to leave the sun is starting to rise. You lay your head back against your pillow, waiting again for his hand to reach up and intertwine his fingers with yours as you sleep.
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Yandere! Uvogin x fem! reader
Just a little blurb about Uvogin's voice
Tw: praise, Uvogin has a big dick but don't worry he believes in prep and foreplay, brief mentions of gender roles, slight predator/prey dynamic, Stockholm syndrome, fem reader, MDNI
The way Uvogin talks to you in bed is downright fucking filthy.
He's an animal when your clothing comes off, and the way he fucks you is no different.
He's gentle, at least in the beginning, and prepares you exceedingly well to take what he knows is a very, very sizeable cock. He's rubbing your clit for what feels like hours, his mouth pressing kisses against your neck and collarbones and nipples while he groans and tells you that you're so damn pretty, baby, my ideal woman.
He'll finger you and cock a brow when you gasp and throw your head back, his teeth nipping at your shoulders while he tells you that you look good with your mouth open, princess, makes me wanna fill it up for you.
He'll ease into you slowly, carefully, fighting back the urge to slam into you and absolutely annihilate you, instead telling you in a strained voice that you're so damn tight, fuck, how are you still so fucking tight -
He lets you control the pace, perching you in his lap while he lays back with his hands behind his head, a smirk plastered across his lips as he watches you slowly lift yourself up and down, your cute little cunt struggling to fit him even three quarters of the way inside.
You're endearing, of course, and Uvogin can't help but comment - he's always complimenting you, praises falling from his lips along with growls and groans and deep, low timbres of shit babe, do that again.
But really, the thing that makes his dirty talk so provocative and arousing is the actual sound of his voice. It's sin when he's talking to you, all gruff and raspy and warm when he's telling you that you're so damn tight baby, am I stretchin' you out? Bet you're feeling so full of me, god this pussy was made for me.
His voice gets you gushing slick around him, your nerves standing on edge because god, he just dominates the room, even if you're the one on top.
He's resting one large hand on your hip, fingers groping and squeezing and kneading, helping move you up and down when he notices you're getting tired, his words a mix of a moan, a gasp, and a low growl when he sits up to groan against your neck that you're doing so well for me princess, I'll have to reward you after - I'm thinking I make you come on my tongue a few times, how does four sound?
It's just so deep and low and undeniably, overwhelmingly masculine that it drives you crazy, his presence and the feeling of him touching you and being inside you only makes it worse, your mind scrambling because god, he sounds like the stuff of your fantasies. (And, the longer you're with him, the more you'll realize maybe this is your fantasy - your big, strong, doting, suffocating captor stuffing you full of his cock, whispering into your ear about how you're so good and soft and fitting me like a fucking glove, you must've been for me, huh? My own little hole to fuck and warm and love - shit, isn't that romantic babe?)
And there's something about it that just feels right; the way he makes you feel all feminine and small and soft, like he's your big, strong man, the one who protects you and loves you, only asking for you to spread your legs for him in exchange.
Uvogin has this way of making you go brain dead when he's touching you, his voice sounding like sweet honey in your ears because everything he says just makes you wetter, his breath against your skin just makes you shiver, the sound of his low, rumbling laugh making you clench down when you squirm and tell him that it's too embarrassing, it's too much, I can't take any more!
He's just big and domineering and talks like he's hunting you in a weirdly sexy, strange way - like you're his prey, like he's pouncing on you and will consume you in every way possible.
It's exciting, you'll find. It makes you feel good, wanted, desired, and his booming voice will only further the feeling of being a little lamb trapped in the big bad wolf's jaws - and you're oh so excited to see what your punishment is for getting caught by such a monster.
(Frankly, it'll get to the point where even not in the bedroom, you'll still get aroused just from hearing the simplest, most innocent phrases fall from his lips - exactly what Uvogin wants. You're just too cute and sexy and your cunt fits him just too perfectly.)
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Okay so you touched briefly on Bregg using his tail for penetration on Reader who couldn't take him
Would you mind expanding on that? 👀
It doesn't have to be this exact scenario but I just really need some tail-fucking content 😭🙏
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[Fem reader.]
TW: Tail fucking; He's a bit pushy at the start.
He's grinding on you again.
That on its own is no issue. Or rather, you've come to trivialize the fact that Breg just tends to latch onto you after a hard day of work. He always says the same things- That he misses you. That he's lonely, that you smell nice (you're pretty sure you're just sweaty), that he can't help it... And that's- That's fine. Because at least, after humping one out at your expense, he gets in much better moods and will practically bend over backwards no matter what you ask of him. Which is very useful.
What is not so fine is when Breg tries to put his dicks in you. Which is starting to happen a little too much for your tastes.
He knows it doesn't work. The two of you have tried time and time again, and you're just nowhere near that level of stretchiness yet. Breg needs to get it through his thick head that he's several feet taller than you and he's hung like a stallion and you're only human. These things take time and effort, he can't be impatient about things. When you explain this to the horndog, he nods along and it really does seem as if it's sunken in to his smooth brain- But then this happens!
You can only groan in distaste while he keeps trying to nudge your legs apart instead of settling for your thighs. As soon as Breg succeeds, chirping his approval and soaking one of his cocks in your slick, you try to stop him before the breeder gets any bright ideas.
" Breg. "
" H- Hm? " He sounds guilty already.
What, does he think you can't feel him trying to push in lightly, can't feel him slip and nudge your clit instead? Damn him and his stupid fat cocks.
" Breg. " It's a warning this time.
He just moans, trying harder.
" It's not going to work, you know this. "
He manages to catch the right position. Though, as soon as the male starts putting force behind it, a sharp stab of pain zings up your body and you push against his chest hard, making the breeder peel back and whine.
" Stop it, it's not happening. " For good measure, you grab his shaft, trapping Breg in place while he twitches slightly in your grasp.
" But you're so wet! " The monster insists, pleased at the notion, hormone fried brain not putting two and two together.
Much to your annoyance, he has the gall to try to slide his spare dick in, as if it would work, by some miracle. You shift your pelvis away and he slides harmlessly on the crease where sex meets thigh, resisting the urge to smack him with a pillow.
" That's not enough. We talked about it before, this needs time- "
Above you, Breg makes a sound like he's dying, defeated, drooling past grit teeth as wants and consideration war. " I just want to be inside you so bad... " He unhelpfully moans.
You shiver.
He acts like you don't want that too, the idiot. As if you're not distraught that you can't fit him either and how it might put a dampener in the sexual side of your relationship.
Huffing, you reach upwards to cradle his face in your palms, letting Breg lean into the contact. " Well, you can still do that. Just with your fingers or your tongue for now, while I work up in the size department, yeah? "
It was meant to console the breeder, keep him hopeful for the future, let him know that not all is lost even if his horndog brain says so. Instead, it inspires a very different reaction in Breg.
See, when those gears start turning, his face tends to fall into a neutral expression, which is to say, he kind of looks like a blank canvas. You squint at your roommate-turned-creepy boyfriend with some skepticism, wondering what's going through that mind right now.
" Hey. " He starts, grinning.
" Don't like that tone. "
Your comment is ignored, he dips to peck the top of your nose. " What if I used... My tail? "
Oh.
" Ew. "
It was a gut reaction. You didn't even think about it. His tail... He wants to fuck you with his tail? That's new. Said appendage wags rapidly behind the breeder, slapping on the mattress as if to commend Breg for his stupendous brainfart.
The craziest part is that, maybe, it could work. He's got fine motor control of it, and it has varying degrees of thickness. The only problem is... It's his tail. You know, the thing that's constantly knocking against stuff and getting in all sorts of places.
" Ew? What do you mean ew?? " Breg recoils, sounding vaguely offended and hurt.
" Sorry, that just caught me off-guard. " You cringe. " Is it clean? "
The monster relaxes and nods, grabbing the extremity and pulling it to his front. The body part is clearly still trying to express his happiness, even when trapped by strong hands.
" Of course it's clean! I'm clean. "
There's an eye roll. " No Breg, I've seen it drag on the floor behind you. All the time. "
He deflates. " Buh- "
" Not buts. Go wash it. "
As quickly as he slumped, Breg springs to a stand again, gripping his own tail hard enough to make you wince on his behalf. " Does that mean you'll give it a shot? "
You'd like to say you deliberated over the matter thoroughly, but in reality, you saw that hopeful goofy smile and decided immediately. " Yeah, I guess. "
" YES! " He nearly roars. " I love you, angel. "
You wave him away with a hand and heated cheeks, listening to the male scramble to the bathroom and turn a faucet on while you rest against the pillows and question if this is actually a good idea.
[...]
" Is- Is this good? "
He swallows, holding your legs up, one ankle held up and apart in each large hand as he stands between your legs, tail beneath his, driving what little length of itself it could fit there madly.
" Mmn- Y-Yeah, it's ah- " Your eyes roll, he's not being merciful or taking it slow in the least.
To Breg's credit, he's got better limb coordination than you expected, drilling his tail into your pussy almost mechanically, only ever faltering in the beginning. You've coated him in slime by now, and something in the back of your mind says that you're welcoming a bit more girth than you could before.
" Good, okay... " He murmurs, entirely distracted by the view.
The breeder can't tear his gaze away from the way how, even just using his tail, you still bounce with the force of each drive forward, all the soft parts of you swaying almost hypnotically to him. From tits to face to belly to legs to sweet cunt- He finds himself groaning heatedly like he was (metaphorical) balls deep in you.
" Fffuck, you're amazing. " It was meant to be a compliment, but it comes out more like pleading, Breg getting almost dizzy by the concept of actually getting to put either of his cocks in you one day. Your only response is to make a clipped whimper and turn your face away.
" You're clenching really hard. " There's a smile behind those words, immense pride about being able to make you feel so pleasured with seemingly any part of him. It's a real ego-stroker, so you let him have his fun for now.
" I can't wait to feel that on my cocks. " He bets it'll feel so nice, it'll make him come in a minute, you're so fucking perfect, he can't wait. " Hah- You're soaking me. "
The closer you seem to get, the more desperate the breeder becomes, brow ridges creasing as he's left neglected, throbbing aimlessly and occasionally bumping against you. Breg keens and instinctively bucks his hips when you move yours to chase more friction, too turned on to realize it only looks silly.
Eventually, his vocalizations alert you to what's happening, and even if you're debating getting your orgasm now, you can't help but feel bad for the monster.
" Here- Here, let's try something. "
After a couple moments of puzzling out something appropriate, you end up on your hands and knees while Breg stands, his long tail winding around to keep fucking into you at the same steady pace as before, and your tongue alternating on which shaft to tend to.
Admittedly, it's a nice view, getting to see his abdomen flex in pleasure, blue teeth biting a thin bottom lip as he tries, and occasionally fails, to divide his attention between the pace of his tail and moving his hips so he can slide his drooling dicks on your face.
" Y- You're always so smart. So thoughtful- " He praises, twitching in anticipation, ever the infatuated fool.
" Oh, shut it. " You'd be lying to say this doesn't at least do wonders for your self-esteem.
He may be a little too big for your pussy, but you can put at least a bit of him in your mouth, thankfully, and you eagerly do. The moment you suckle on his left tip, looking up with doe eyes, Breg cranes his head back and furiously drops his free hand to his remaining shaft, pumping. The noises he lets out as he feels your walls around his tail and your lips hug his length are lurid. He's always too loud in his enjoyment, but that's almost endearing at this point.
In truth, your servicing becomes sluggish and sloppy the moment you start feeling that perfect coil in your core. Another couple inches of his tail slip further in and the suddenness of your orgasm hits you like a brick, having you wide-eyed and moaning deliciously around Breg's cock.
" Oh- OHhn! Fuck- Fuck I like that, do that again! "
He grunts from above, having the wherewithal to keep pistoning hard through your climax, almost jostling you in the process.
It was a satisfying orgasm, you'll admit. Probably the closest thing to being properly fucked by the breeder you'd done so far, and that leaves a sense of accomplishment in you.
As you stop to catch your breath, Breg's now slippery tail eventually drops from your well-fucked hole, and before you can question where it's going, you hear a nasty, foul slurp from above.
Predictably, he's sucking your cum off his tail like it's a glazed sugar topping, to which you make a vaguely weirded out grimace.
Still licking at himself, Breg smiles and moves to angle his oozing members back towards your mouth with a wanton leer.
" Please please please please- "
Well, it's the least you can do.
#Bregory#monsterfucker#terato#terat0philliac#monster boyfriend#monster fucker#yandere monster#yandere teratophilia#not sfw#nsft#minors dni
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[warning: while f!reader is not described with any specific physical characteristics, the child in this fic is described as having inherited all of Megumi’s attributes and none from reader! please read with that in mind, or pass over this fic if not <3]
"So, can you help me?"
Megumi blinks down at the little boy, still yet to say a single word since he arrived at the veterinary clinic's doorstep. His lips part, and he tries to say something, but speech fails him. Like he's forgotten how to will his lips and teeth and tongue to do anything at all.
The little boy—the one who looks just like him, who has his hair, and his father's eyes, and the nose he's always been told he got from his mother—waits raptly for his response.
Megumi nods, waving the child in from the rain.
That should have been the first thing he did, he realizes belatedly, especially when he sees the way the boy's teeth are chattering when he steps in from the cold. He's sopping wet—with water dripping from his little blue raincoat and his yellow rubber boots onto the lobby floor.
"Can I see it?" Megumi finally speaks, looking down at the little baby bunny the boy is holding to his chest.
The boy looks reluctant for a moment, sucking his bottom lip into his mouth, before nodding. He allows Megumi to scoop the animal from his little hand into his own, much larger one. The rabbit looks even tinier when he holds it in his hand, but it is mercifully still alive. It's weak, and possibly not going to make it, but for now there's still hope—and that's all Megumi needs.
He looks at the boy again, who waits with bated breath for his prognosis.
"Is this your pet?" Megumi asks the boy, though there are about a thousand other questions he has that beg to be posed.
The little boy shakes his head no.
"Where did you find it?"
"In the field behind Mama's work," the little boy says. "Is he gonna be okay?"
Mama.
"What's your mama's name?" Megumi asks before he can stop himself.
The little boy looks at him curiously. "Mama's name?"
Megumi nods.
"Mama."
The adult sighs pressing a hand to his eyes, unsure of why he expected anything else.
Two little hands clutch at the hem of his sweater.
"Please Mister," the little boy says, and Megumi spreads his fingers apart to look down at where the boy stands below him. The tears have welled fiercely now, sparkling in his green eyes. "Please make sure the bunny is okay."
Megumi freezes for a moment, an ache in his chest that he can't name—a heart attack maybe?
"Fushiguroooooooooooo—!"
A familiar figure appears in the doorway to the clinic, the door sliding open again.
"The weather out there is nast—"
Yuuji, still in his station uniform and with a case of beer tucked under one arm, freezes when he steps inside and spots the little boy holding on to the bottom of Megumi's jumper.
The darker haired man watches just about every thought play out across his long-time friend's face. Yuuji's eyes snap up to meet his, and Megumi can practically see the words flashing in his eyes—
WHAT THE FUCK?
"Yuuji, can you please look after him while I take his bunny to an exam room?" Megumi's voice is surprisingly even as he addresses his friend. "He came here alone."
It takes Yuuji a moment to process things, but when he does, Megumi watches the switch happen—the softening of his expression, the easygoing smile appearing on his face. This is not Yuuji who Megumi once watched streak naked across their high school sportsfield when he lost a bet to Nobara, not Yuuji who once cried for three hours after watching a tragic romance movie that didn't have a happy ending, not Yuuji who he's dragged home drunk more times than he can count—this is Itadori-san, Fire Lieutenant, who is here to help a little boy who's all alone late at night.
"Hi there," Yuuji says to the boy, crouching down to the boy's level. He sets the case of beer aside on one of the waiting room chairs. "I'm Itadori Yuuji, what's your name?"
Megumi almost laughs, but doesn't, and he steps through the doorway towards the exam rooms before he can hear the little boy's answer.
It doesn't take Megumi long to surmise the the baby bunny is not in any imminent peril—suffering more than anything from exposure, having likely been separated from it's mother too soon, and met with weather too inclement to survive. If the little boy hadn't found him, and hadn't known to bring him here, it's unlikely it would have lasted the night.
Megumi gets the rabbit set up in a small makeshift cage for the time being, setting down clean bits of hay and something soft for it to sleep atop. He puts water and some food inside as well, but just being in from the cold seems to have done the animal a world of good, and it quickly hides beneath the little blanket Megumi put down for it, and curls up to go to sleep.
He breathes a little easier, but only for a moment.
He makes his way back out to the lobby.
Yuuji is crouching on the floor, towelling the little boy's hair dry as he sits on one of the waiting room chairs. When Yuuji stops the vigorous movement of his hands, and the child peeks out from underneath the towel, his hair is sticking up in every which way. Both of the adults in the room stare at him in shock.
He looks just like Megumi.
"Kota-chan, I don't know if you got a proper introduction when you arrived," Yuuji says with a bright smile towards the little boy, jutting a thumb over his shoulder in Megumi's direction, "this is Doctor Fushiguro, he takes care of all of the animals here."
The little boy blinks in Megumi's direction, the towel still looped around his shoulders.
"Hello," Megumi greets him, though it's a little stiff.
"Is he okay?" the little boy, Kota as Yuuji has just introduced him, asks him earnestly. "Is the bunny okay?"
Megumi nods. "He'll be fine."
Kota smiles brightly, his cheeks lifting high on his face. It's the purest, sincerest expression that Megumi's ever seen on anyone.
"Kota-chan was just telling me that his mother works at a restaurant not far from here," Yuuji says, standing from his stoop on one side of the room. He shares a look with his friend that's more serious than the expression on his face or the tone of his voice betrays. "Do you know her?"
Megumi looks down at his feet, his fists clenched at his side.
He shakes his head no.
He hears Yuuji make a choked little noise of confusion, which he covers with a cough. "Hey, Kota-chan, are you hungry?"
Megumi looks up in time to see the little boy nod, his hands resting over his stomach. His blue raincoat is hanging on the coat rack by the entrance along with Yuuji's and now Megumi can see the sweater he's wearing—with a little cartoon racoon printed on the front.
"I know where Dr. Fushiguro keeps all the good snacks, should we go get one?" Yuuji asks the boy with a bright smile, and Kota nods again with an excited sparkle in his eyes. Yuuji takes his hand and helps him off his chair, leading him towards the staff kitchen. The blush-haired man pauses as he passes his friend.
"You should come too," he says, but his tone is quieter when he speaks to his friend, their eyes meeting. "We've got some stuff to talk about."
#megumi x reader#fushiguro megumi x reader#megumi fushiguro x reader#jjk drabble#jjk writing#writing#mini megumi#tw parenthood#tw pregnancy
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Steve isn't sure what he was expecting a dragon hybrid to look like. Monstrous probably. The last word he expected to think is 'pretty'.
But he is. His long hair that looks so soft, his big doe-eyes, full lips, soft jaw... even the way he tilts his head, looking so curious. The little smirk, the amusement, the glint in his eyes.
And the dragon parts don't make him look anymore monstrous either. They probably should. Massive wings that, even folded behind him, take up so much space with how massive they are. The dark leathery skin and scales climbing around his bare torso, a line of them going down his arm, to his claws.
"Oh, hel-lo," he uses his wings to lift him from where he's sat on the floor, the movement dangerously smooth. "Who do I need to thank for you?"
"What? Oh, uh, no, that, um," Steve stammers, face flushing. He grabs the handle of his sword, feeling a little uncertain. He misses the way the dragons eyes linger on his sword. "I'm not... I'm here as a knight of the Kingdom, to... uh, facilitate, your leave?"
The dragon steps closer, slowly and carefully. "Is that your fancy way of saying that you're here to kill me?"
"I'm not a murderer," Steve draws himself up. "I'm not gonna hurt you unless you force me. Making sure you leave is technically following my orders."
"Technically," the dragon repeats. He hovers, hesitating, before leaning into Steves personal space. "What if I don't want to leave?"
"Why wouldn't you? The people here are assholes to you. There's plenty of towns who'd love a dragon."
"What about my treasure? I'd have to start a new hoard and..." He sighs, looking around at the ruined little castle he's nesting in, full of trinkets and gold and instruments. "This took so long."
"Couldn't you take it with you? Or, uh, I could have it moved?"
"No," the dragon growls, baring his teeth for a moment. He clears his throat after a moment, looks a little embarrassed. "Sorry. I just... I don't like people touching my things."
"Right, no, obviously. Sorry."
The dragons grin only grows as the quiet stretches out, Steve struggling to find something to say.
"I'm Eddie, by the way."
"Huh?"
"Eddie. Kind of. It's the closest way of saying it with the human tongue."
"Oh. Uh, hi? I'm Steve." Steve smiles a little, gives him a little wave.
He's adorable, Eddie shakes his wings a little. Bites his lip to try and stop himself blurting something embarrassing out, but can't stop himself asking, "you wanna stay a little while?"
"Oh, no, I should-"
"Tell the people that you spoke to me for five minutes and it did nothing? Nah, come on. We can chat or something. Think of some excuse on how you so nearly defeated the beast, if only the wily thing hadn't slipped away or whatever."
Steve follows him after a moment, looking over the little room Eddie leads them into. It's covered in softer things, blankets and stuffed furniture.
"Here," Eddie gestures to the big centerpiece loveseat. He perches on a little table, the space already cleared perfectly from other times he's clearly sat there.
Steve unclips his sword before falling back onto the seat. He shifts around to get comfortable, sprawling out. The sight has possessiveness burning through Eddie, Steve fitting perfectly among his treasures.
He stiffens when he looks to Eddie, who watches him with sharp eyes, leaning forward. Something about him looks suddenly dangerous.
"Uh, Eddie? Is this alright?"
"Yeah," Eddies voice is low, hushed. "Yeah, that's perfect."
"You sure? You're looking at me like you want to eat me."
Eddie immediately shakes his head. "No. No, it... I don't want to hurt you. It's..." Eddie looks him over again. "Fuck. Sorry, it's... I want to keep you."
Steve flushes bright red, tries to laugh it off. "What, you'd consider someone like me treasure?"
"You'd be the prettiest," Eddie tries for teasing. But his voice is strained, eyes still just as dangerous and sharp.
"How would that work? Like, keeping me?"
"Don't," Eddies voice cracks. "This... Bad idea. You- you should go."
Steve shifts so he's sat on the edge of the chair, hesitates. "When should I come back? It's... I don't know if any excuse I have will be good enough. They're probably gonna send me back anyway."
Eddie closes his eyes. Takes a deep breath. "Steve."
"Right, sorry, I'm leaving."
He grabs his sword before walking quickly out. He doesn't look back until he's outside, immediately spotting Eddie in the window. He tries to wave, but Eddie ducks out of sight.
Logically, Steve knows he should take the warning and run. Come up with some bullshit tale that'll keep the people from bothering Eddie, or something that'll get them to send someone else.
He knows, he understands, that going back would be a bad idea. A really bad idea. Dragons infamously keep people as treasure and finding a dragon that would let someone they see as treasure walk away is unheard of. Steve knows that Eddie wouldn't be able to let him go a second time, not with how obviously he was waring with his instincts.
"Is the dragon dead?" Is the question he's asked as soon as he arrives back.
Steve is already shaking his head, answers without thinking. "Not a killer. I'm going to try to talk to him again tomorrow."
edit: not a part 2 but for those asking for more, I'm slowly making it a full fic on ao3
#stranger things#steve harrington#eddie munson#steddie#steve x eddie#steddie fic#ficlet#creaturefeature
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Serenade Pt.2 (Zoro x Siren!Reader)
Since you guys really liked the first part here's a continuation of it! thanks fo rall your support and dont forget my indox/asks are open! id be happy to write for you all!
Warnings: 18+ this has some smutty scenes. uhhh usual p in v, touching, kissing, begging and not from who you think lol, deepthroating, overstimulation, multiple orgasms, slight choking
anyway,
Enjoy!
Pt.1 Found Here
"Let me taste you."
The request makes him groan, head falling forward and into he crook of your neck as he fights to keep his desire at bay. Every reaction he gave proved to be sweeter than anything you ever tasted. The way his tanned face tints a dark red, how he's trying to refrain from whimpering, from being soft and submissive with you.
‘This had to be an illusion right?’ He thinks to himself, trying to steady his breathing when you palm him through the thin fabric of his pants.
No, this was very real. So real that the slight pinch from your teeth trying desperately not to sink into his neck is the only thing keeping him from feeling completely blissed out.
What have you done to him? He thinks again, not being able to fight the rather loud moan that escaped past his glossy lips. Swears slip into the air as you purr against his jaw, peppering kisses there.
"Aweee does that feel good baby?" You tease, using your thumb to push down on the tip, precum already leaking onto your hands.
"FFFuck. Yeah." Zoro growls, hips bucking upward as you bite your lip in response.
Part of him wants to beg but gods, the last thing he needs and wants is to feed into your ego. He can't help it though, something about that dark look in your eyes, and the way you're handling him like he's...easy, does something to him, makes his brain foggy. Fuck. There you go again, being absolutely filthy and there he is, loving every minute of it.
He watches as you sink to your knees, then lick from base to tip, tongue longer than he expected. Damn Siren. Your eyes never leave him and you can see his adams apple bob when he swallows.
His knuckles are white from gripping the counter so damn hard, and he feels like he'll break it when you take him to the back of your throat so easily. Only the wet sound of your slobbering and his hoarse moans combined with the ocean waves below fill the space
He frees the counter, throwing his finger into your hair, tangling it further when he tries to gain some control, and thrusts forward. You're practically swallowing him down, his hips bucking uncontrollably at the feeling.
What really makes him melt is when you remove one of his hands from our scalp and hold it, knowing he was creeping closer and closer to cumming down your throat.
"Feels so good. Just like that y/n, don't stop." He whines, continuing to fuck your face, pace quickening when you somehow open wider and let your tongue lull out.
How had you not gagged yet??? He doesn't bother trying to answer when he's already seeing stars behind his eyes, the warmth of his cum sliding down your throat and mixing with the saliva that drips down your chin. Fuck, had you swallowed? All of it?!
You stand, reciprocating that same tight-fisted grip he had on your hair to him, and pressing your lips to his, the kiss ferish and rough.
"I can't wait to see you all fucked out under me." You promise, shoving him back further, a gasp slipping past his lips when you do.
"W-Wait-" He whines, protests cut short when he feels his tip slide against your warm, wet folds.
"Can't handle me?" You question, just barely sliding up and down his length while you straddled him.
Damn you were something dangerous, he was still weak from literally 2 minutes ago. Despite this little fact, he was dying to be inside you, feel you squeeze down on him, milk him even more than your throat already had.
And gods was he was cursing himself for liking how much control you had over him. This definitely had to do with your stupid siren abilities. You'd lulled him to rest once and now you were going to fuck him to sleep.
"No, thats not it, fuck-" Zoro groans, finally feeling you slide down, your walls sucking him in as he grips the plush of your ass, helping you to ride him with proficiency. It’s your turn to moan now, the curve of his dick hitting you just right. Soooo deep. Your eyes roll back, hair cascading over your shoulders and down your back when your this your head back with a moan he’d only ever heard in his dreams.
“So beautiful, my girl is so beautiful.”
He hardly realizes he said it out loud until your look at him with glossy, anxiety filled hues. Shit, he couldn’t help but whine when you looked at him like that.
“Y-Yours?” You question? Almost pleading for the answer to be yes.
He had no problems repeating himself when you were fucking him like this, rolling your hips slower now, far more calculated after his confession.
You lift a bit, almost having him slide completely out but he only slams you back down. Your nails dig into his shoulders, you mouth falling open in a silent scream with your eyes screwed shut. So full.
“Mine.”
How you had switched position was a blur to you, it didn’t matter though, because he’s got you laying flat, his hips snapping into yours with your legs thrown over his shoulders.
“Your mine. This pussy is mine. All fucking mine.” He growls, intertwining your fingers far more intimately than you are expecting.
All you can do is take it now, letting any an all control melt away as you give in to him, it’s his turn now. And he wastes no time taking advantage. Zoro’s multitasking, lips all over your supple skin, leaving bruises and bites of all kinds there.
You can feel yourself squeeze down particularly hard, that familiar bundle of nerves finally giving in and your stomach clenches. He doesn’t stop though, fucking you all the while through your organs until he’s twitching and trembling form his own. Unsuccessfully pulling out, he managed to paint not only your insides but your thighs and part of your stomach.
He’s not spent yet, still half hard and resting against your thigh. Your fingers are still lock together and for a moment there’s a silence. Your breaths no longer raged, just the slight breeze and the ocean waves. And you see him.
His face slightly red, sweat beading against his forehead despite it being somewhat cool tonight. He’s got some freckles littering his skin, not his face but just a few dotting his shoulders and chest.
His earrings sway a bit when he blinks whatever unwanted though away and you can’t help but let your free had cup his cheek. Zoro can’t help but lean into it, closing his eyes at the gentle touch, the warmth.
You lean upwards, a softer kiss planted against his semi swollen lips. And he leans into that too, pulling you closer, wrapping around you, somehow accidentally teen trying you. Your both gasp, keeping your eyes shut.
He thrusts slower now, the wet squelching of your fluids and his sliding down your thighs and coating his front. It’s filthy, but so so intimate, the fact that he’s fucking some of his cum into you, and hopefully preparing to leave more.
“Zoro.” You mewl, holding the back of his neck as your foreheads press together.
“Say it again. Let me hear it again baby, please.” He huffs, rubbing slow and agonizing circles over your clit. How whine, trying to meet each of his thrusts with your hips.
“Zoro.” You repeat, closer to his ear now, moaning it out as the tones Sind into his bloodstream.
You don’t stop though, both of you feeling closer than ever, and his name is on your lips like a prayer. He praised you, commending you for hos good you’re being, how well you take his cock. He makes sure you know who you belong to because right as you teeter off the edge he holds you impossible close and says…..
“You’re mine.”
And who were you to disagree?
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You both laid out on the deck, the sun rising alarming you only a little bit because that means the crew would finally be awake. That same silence is over the two of you, his arms wars lord around your worn body, the bites and hickeys falling darker now after being felt alone for a while.
He wasn’t good with tension. Unanswered questions that just hung in the air until push came to shove. His heavy breath was proof enough.
“If you’re wondering what this makes us….that’s up to you. Nami said I’d have my teeth in your throat. Did that, obviously.” You hum, turning to face him.
He only purses his lips and tests his chin on top of your head.
“Nami says a lot of things. I already spoke my piece. You’re mine. And I don’t just say things for fun.” He explains, squeezing you tighter almost.
You don’t reply, knowing that you wouldn’t get far in an argument about wherever or not he had possession of you. He did, it didn’t need to be stated out loud.
After all, you had done a job far better than you imagined. Who knew a simple serenade you have caught yourself more than a meal.
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|| : Title : ' like candy '
|| : Characters : ao'nung x metkayinan! reader
|| : Content Warnings : smut - no plot; aged up! characters - minors dni; oral fixation; tit play; p n v; switch! ao'nung; stressed! ao'nung; not proof read - feel free to point out mistakes.
|| Synopsis : ' your body is ao'nung's favorite way to comfort himself. '
You've always noticed how Ao'nung had one thing in his mouth or another, whether it's his fingers, knuckles or your tits. With his hands, it's a comfort thing, one he does absentmindedly. He only does it when he's very relaxed or stressed and not many people outside of his family know of his fixation. But you do, and he loves the comfort you and your body bring him. After a hard day of harsh training with his father and being berated by his mother for whatever reason, he can't wait to see you.
You always welcome him inside your Marui with open arms, awaiting the minute he shuffles inside and drops into your pile of sleeping mats. Ao'nung is lazy enough that he doesn't come to you. His calloused palm wraps around your ankle and pulls you towards him. You slide across the soft fabric, a laugh leaving your lips at his eagerness. You make sure to grab a moss pillow and slip it beneath your braided hair. “Rough day, huh? I missed you, sayrìp [ handsome ] ” You tell him, hands smoothing over the nape of his neck.
“Missed you too, paskalin.” Ao'nung mutters, he leans into your touch. His eyes flutter as his cheek makes contact with your chest. “Today is awful, can I?” Ao'nung paws at the leather top that hides your chest from his view, from his mouth. It's not often that Ao'nung is bashful, unless it pertains to his oral fixation. It was endearing to see him get a bit nervous when asking to use your body for comfort. And it's even better to see that little glint in his eyes, and appreciation on his face before he's gently undressing you.
You tenderly caress his unbraided hair that's tosses into a bun, before undoing the leather tie that holds it together. His hair cascades down the dip of his back in soft curls, and you comb your hair through it, chuckling when a sound of relief leaves his lips. Ao'nung tosses your loincloth across the room, his following not soon after. He kisses his teeth at the sight of your slick cunt, eyes drooping lustfully when they meet yours. “Fuck, sevin [ pretty ]. Thank you, baby.”
He presses a kiss to your lips, deepening it when you gasp at the way his dick rubs against your entrance. His tongue licks along yours, gliding over the pink muscle as you both drink in each other's mewls. He slides in slowly, lips leaving yours to kiss along your neck. His noses prodding at the scent glands at the base of your neck, inhaling your redolence until he's forced to breathe you out.
Ao’nung is spread across your teal body, hips thrusting into you lazily as he lays over you, pumping you full of his thick cock in slow yet deep strokes. His cock head eliciting moans from you as it nudges your cervix. His face is buried in your chest as he leaves open mouth on your skin. His ears pinned and his tail swaying contently behind him. Soft lips move down the expanse of your chest, as he nibbles on the skin.
His mouth envelopes around the bud of your chest, and he's visibly more relieved as his tongue swirls around your nipple. Your skin tastes like a mix of your pheromones and salt, no doubt that you took a swim earlier. The sensation of you has him hanging by a thread, you taste heavenly. His thrusts are a bit harsher, but he's trying to will himself to be slow so that he can enjoy this.
His tongue roams your chest passionately as he relieves his stress through your skin, as his hand kneads the other roughly. Every rock of his hips is pushing little noises out of you and it has Ao'nung’s balls tightening You're clenching around his cock, as his tip rubs against your sweet spot incessantly, as if his thickness couldn't miss it even if it tried.
“Ma’Nung, m..more.” You buck into him, trying to coax him into moving faster. You can't help but squirm under the ministrations of his mouth. Ao'nung pulls away with a lewd pop, hand gripping your chin to move your head from where it sits on the pillow, to look at him.
His expression is teasing and playfully annoyed as he gives you a pointed look that makes your teeth sink into your lip, as you fight to keep your eyes on him under the weight of him fucking you. “I can't have any distractions baby, need you to be good for me.”
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|| : Author's Notes : ' I honestly didn't plan on writing for Ao'nung, but I just can't get enough of him now. This is just a quick practice drabble, but I have a longer work coming soon that I posted a teaser for. '
#avatar smut#aonung x reader#aonung x female reader#aonung smut#aonung#aonung x reader smut#avatar#avatar x reader
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Things Seventeen Do That Make Your Heart Flutter
I love these but also like when can I get a Seventeen *cries*
S.Coups
♡ Takes his voice a couple octaves lower to murmur sweet nothings between kisses
♡ Sits behind you with an arm wrapped across you protectively
♡ Texts you to make sure you got home safe if you ever go out late, have something scheduled in the evening, or go somewhere unfamiliar
♡ Moves your hair &/or shirt out of the way to press kisses to your shoulders
♡ Rolls up his sleeves slowly but firmly, looking genuinely a bit surprised that you're watching so intently
Jeonghan
♡ Calls you adorable with the fondest smile directed only at you
♡ Raises your joined hands up to his lips to press a kiss to the back of your hand
♡ Pulls you into bed with him, hands going to your hair as soon as you fall onto his chest
♡ Boops your nose, plays with your cheeks & nuzzles into them
♡ Teasingly swipes his tongue over your lips when you're kissing just to see what you do
Joshua
♡ Tells you this next song is for you as he takes his guitar pick from between his teeth, beginning a new melody
♡ Listens to you & makes eye contact so intently, a tornado could pass by behind you & he wouldn't even notice
♡ Holds the umbrella for you & kisses you in the rain like it's a movie scene
♡ His hands always gently rub your back when he hugs you
♡ Kisses your hand, then slowly takes his time all the way up your arm to your cheeks & finally your lips
Jun
♡ Tells you he just can't resist you, you know
♡ Pretends to bite you, every now & again very lightly actually giving the side of your face a joking bite
♡ When you're done laying down, takes both of your hands & swings you back up, making you feel like for just a second, you're flying
♡ Hypes you up constantly, telling you you're the most beautiful person ever in the whole world, actually
♡ Twirls you around the room when you're dancing just so he can admire you before reeling you in once more, your back against his chest as you move & sway as one
Hoshi
♡ Notices if you ever wear different perfume, leaning in & practically nuzzling your neck to get a sniff after he points it out
♡ Gives you the occasional little nip between kisses
♡ Holds you on his lap with both hands around your middle, resting his head on your shoulder with a huge smile as he lightly sways you
♡ When you're sitting at a table together, his foot finds your leg, hooking it & trying to pull you closer, giving a giggle or a smirk depending on how far he manages to pull you
♡ Finds excuses to slide his hands over your body as you two dance
Wonwoo
♡ Chuckles deeply & fondly when you start showing him affection
♡ Links your arms together when you share a book, pulling the pages a bit closer to his vision & you to his body
♡ Takes you to the most beautiful places, but his eyes hardly fall on the view because they won't leave you
♡ Tells everyone else to be quiet when you're speaking & considers your opinion first
♡ Gently lowers you into bed with a hand at the small of your back
Woozi
♡ Leans in & bites the tip of his pen softly as he listens to you intently
♡ Gently pulls your head onto his shoulder when you sit next to each other, his fingers ever-so-slightly running through your hair
♡ Lets you try his Seventeen ring on, smiling so widely if it fits you, too
♡ Always lets you play your favorite songs, even if he doesn't particularly like them
♡ Can't wait to spend time in private with you, because it's during the moments between only you two that he gives you the most passionate kisses
DK
♡ Sings you love songs, then bursts out into a wide, shy smile afterward
♡ Grabs your hands in his & makes you clap for both him & yourself depending on the situation
♡ Accepts any excuse to tell you xyz quality, situation, skill, or anything really is why he loves you
♡ Does love shots when you guys have drinks or even with your spoons in hand if you have ice cream
♡ Can't give you just one kiss, you'll get a ton of pecks before getting pulled into a more passionate one
Mingyu
♡ Caresses your cheek with the back of his hand
♡ Grins as he flexes & lets you hang off his arm, feeling so cool & looking just as confident
♡ Spends a whole day just to learn how to make your favorite dish with you at his side
♡ His eyes light up when you show him a new outfit you got, gaze drifting over all of it as he smiles Bigger & bigger, telling you how amazing you look in a wonder-filled tone
♡ Turns to steal a kiss on the lips when you lean in to press one to his cheek
The8
♡ Tells you he'd really like to kiss you- may he?
♡ Manages to take the most flattering pictures of you & when you comment such he remarks that that beauty is how he always sees you no matter what
♡ Lays his hands over yours to guide them as you paint a picture together
♡ Presses kisses to the shell of your ear when he looks over your shoulder
♡ Traces patterns on your back as you lay together
Seungkwan
♡ Remembers your drink order & surprises you with it as often as he can
♡ Absolutely melts into your kisses every single time, whether it's the first or the twentieth, his face breaking into the most precious smile
♡ Back hugs you, placing his hands over yours & resting his head in the crook of your neck
♡ Almost always holds your face in both hands when he kisses you, pulling you in so gently & taking his time as his lips move with yours
♡ Reminds you almost daily how much better this world is because it has you in it
Vernon
♡ Idly holds the strings of his hoodie between his lips
♡ Lets his hand slide down your jawline after he places his headphones on your head, pulling you in for a lazy kiss
♡ Reminds you that you can tell him anything, you know, expression solemn yet deeply loving
♡ Even if you're sitting at a table, he'll find a way to brush your knee with his
♡ Really casually will just tell you that you have really beautiful eyes, you know
Dino
♡ Holds your waist & guides you as he teaches you a new dance move
♡ Believes you can do anything, almost completely blind to obstacles as he expresses complete confidence in your ability to carry out your dreams & desires & show your skills anywhere
♡ Pulls up his shirt to wipe sweat off his forehead
♡ Whispers little jokes to you just to make you laugh & see your smile as you fall a little closer into him
♡ Surprises you with kisses at the most random times to keep you on your toes, giving a great big grin at your expression thereafter
#seventeen#seventeen imagines#seventeen reactions#seventeen x reader#seventeen scenarios#s.coups#jeonghan#joshua#jun#hoshi#wonwoo#woozi#dk#mingyu#the8#seungkwan#vernon#dino#gender neutral reader#fluff#seventeen hotties ����
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But is Scaramoussy giving or receiving thigh hickeys? 👀
✮ cw ; body worship (scaramouche recieving), biting + hickies, implicit nsfw but nothing graphic, gn!reader 18+
✮ a/n ; forgive me anon this devolved into straight up me thirsting about his legs because im a horny freak.
Scaramouche notices the way your eyes linger on his frame.
Always has. Always says the same thing about it - the word pervert rolling off his tongue in a catty, mischievous tone. He's a brat after all, and he does think you're a pervert. A freak by design.
But he doesn't mind the attention. He basks in it, bathes himself in the feeling of your eyes tracing the outline of his body. He's never found himself appealing in that way and he can't understand why anyone else would either for that matter.
He's made like first drafts usually are after all - messy projections and too much feeling. Sensitive to the point of madness, so when you bring Scaramouche to bed and focus so much on one part of his body - he doesn't know what to do.
Scaramouche is pretty in your eyes. His upper frame is a little more lithe with muscle but he's otherwise pure porcelain. He's got a thin frame and no hairs on anywhere it would usually be.
He reminds you of milk and lavender. You can't tear your eyes away from his legs.
He sits on the edge of the bed and watches you, your hand soft against the bottom of his foot as you slide it up behind his ankle. His breath hitches in the back of his throat as you start at the joint. He stretches them out till they're pointed, resting on your shoulder. Your palm stretches over the muscle, one resting over his knee with other one rubbing the hard part of his ankle.
Your eyes are lidded as you look - mouth descending on the long plane of skin on his calves. All the way up his legs is cream and sugar - shorts barely covering the thickest part of his thighs. You start at the bottom and work up, open mouth kisses up and up and up until you're at the bend of his knee.
Then you retrace the steps with your tongue, and finally your teeth in gentle bites. Your hands make work of the rest - rubbing the muscles in the back where your tongue rests, massaging your thumb into the tense sinew. He's not naked but he's bare - his leg warmers tossed along with the ankle socks normally covering his feet.
He doesn't know what to do as he looks at you, lost in your own world. A heat forms in his stomach, almost sticky and Scaramouche can't breathe. Can't do anything but try and stop the thing standing up between his legs with each passing minute.
"Your legs," You say, hushed and panting like you've run a marathon - rubbing the whole of them softly before gripping his thighs with your fingertips "Fuck, you're just beautiful."
"You sound like a perverted old man."
You laugh, hearty and deep before kissing his bare knee.
"Not my fault you walk around in those things you call shorts."
"They're hardly short."
"When you bend to pick something up I see up them. Your thighs and all."
He doesn't counter when you say that, inching up slowly. His whole body feels like it's melting, everything languid and slow - the air creating cold spots where your mouth once was. When your mouth moves up against the inside of his thighs, his breathing stops completely. Sharp teeth sinking into soft skin like sunsettias in the summer, you use your mouth like he's something you want to devour.
With the same rhythm and same tenderness that you'd use to break down a cut of meat, Scaramouche is overwhelmed by the extent of your desires for him. This time its so focused on just one element. Just his legs, the feeling of them - the thought of how slender and long they are, how cute they look in clothes. You're consumed by it, even he knows that much.
He gasps when he feels you suck the skin on his inner thighs. His body is most tender there, more than everywhere else minus his chest. He has to cover it as you lave your tongue over the curve. You nudge the fabric away , up and up and up until they're in the crease of his thighs.
When he's exposed, you push him farther backwards. Until he's flat on his back and not sitting. His legs pulled up a little. You put your hand flat on the tops of thighs but don't make to touch where he needs you. You focus on making your bruises darker, permanently etching your thumb into his side, just over his pelvis.
Scaramouche can feel the hot wetness of your mouth all over like warm water. It makes his stomach churn with lust, his body pure nerves. He wants you to touch him where he needs you but you've focused on everywhere but. Cruel and sadistic is what he expects from you, but he can't take it.
Still he gazes on you, inspects his body from where he can see. And he's covered in those bites - distinct and so deep they're not red but purple. It makes him whine. It makes him want more.
"Fuck, hurry." He complains, rutting into the air. You tsk, canine in his skin.
"Patience, sweet boy."
When it comes to Scaramouche you always linger. Always stay in a place you can't leave behind. He doesn't hate it but archons, he wishes you went faster.
#scaramouche x reader#scaramouche smut#writing tag#this isnt even smut its just . me being sick and twisted
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