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privitivium · 2 months

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hnnn... fellers liked the first one and it gives me reason enough to post a second part. these r just rambles...... sorry for any mistakes. p1

dombot amab bossy gangster x subtop amab m reader :3

cw; stalking - "yandere-ish" ?!! dubcon

his jealousy knows no bounds. dude constantly keeping a guy on you, if not himselfㅡand today, all you want to do is arts and crafts for fun on your day off... when you should've been calling him up instead! he can't believe the audacity, really. immediately hopping in his vinatage old car and hauling ass to the address he was given by his lackey tagging you, showing up just to see you being all chummy with some nobody-? augh!!

at first, he was irritated with how frightful you were... "stop being scared of me, i love you!" he'd shake you, eyes wide and looking like a madman before rubbing yr dicks together... so happy when its clear ur becoming accustomed to him... playing on your phone and seeing that someone you regularly play with is with someone else. you admit you're a little jealous, yes.. but it's quickly ruined by your hulking freak of a lover. so upset and childish.

ㅡ"you're only allowed to be jealous if i'm part of the reason!" he snapped, tugging your phone from your hands and exiting the game you were on. really? seriously? you were just a bit upset your usual duo wasn't online in some coloring game, it isn't that big of a deal... but yeah, sure babe. who are you to deny him again? as he sucks you off? you don't think you have the clearance to deny such a dangerous figure of anything. i mean, him making several copies of your apartment key - following you around or having you followed - told what to do most of the time? - you don't want to think about if he actually has cameras in your place or not, but it wouldn't be surprising. constantly nervous in the comfort of your own home... ugh.

"who's this guy? he bothering you?" "coming" to your rescue. you were negatively surprised to see him because how did he know where the fuck to find you? on this busy ass strip of shops and he so happens to be passing by and see you amongst the crowds? you wouldnt be surprised if there was a fucking tracker in your shoulderㅡ"i mean, i couldve been doing this with you... who even is this guy?" he gestures to the employee who was merely bringing you more trinkets for reference... smelling the insecurity and jealousy from your cornerㅡthere was really no reason to be so damn jealous nor insecure...

he's in love with you and how can you not love that? having some big ass dude who is a sort of danger to the public saying youre his fated one to be and treating you all nice and fucking you real good? ... no, honey, you arent flirting with this poor worker just trying to do his job, stalker..

"sorry, i ah... got busy." that seemed to be your go to excuse, huh?? he won't take it anymore - he won't!! however, begrudgingly sitting, enjoying your presence and letting you finish whatever fuckass thing you were creating... - "oh, is this for me?" breaking your concentration as he plucks the object from your hands - words dying on your lips at his glowering expression he shoots you. "that's sweet of you. it's finished you say? we'll lets get a move on..." he was pulling you up and tugging you out the door - practically throwing you in the passenger of his car with yr little trinket in hand.. jeez, was it really that bad that you wanted a bit of time to your self? still not understanding that your world is going to revolve strictly around his - no friends you hear?! he's all the friend and boyfriendㅡ girlfriendㅡhusband you need!!

apologizing with a soft, "sorry honey, thats my bad mhm." yes it is your bad. but hes not one to hold grudges against his fated one to be, obviously. who could stay mad at their fated lover... right. this guy, just a delusional freak you were genuinely too scared to stand up to. i mean... he was great in some aspects... a great protector... a great fuckhole... but sometimes he gets too suffocating..

ㅡand who is there for you when you happen to get sick... threatening your job to put you on paid leave for a few days, so nice of him, right? commend him while he pets you. like awh babe ur so sad and pathetic c'mere and let me feed you this canned soup babe. babe c'mon, c'mere. come here, babe.

ending up with him groping at your soft cock through your sweatpants... and you struggling to get away. weaky pushing against him, being held against his fat pecs - muscular arm slung over your abdomen to keep you still - your head is faintly hurting and he's touching your dick?? augh... but god the way he's so gentle and whispering sweet-nothings into your ear.. but it's like.. babe... get me water. but you can't tell him that, that you need hydration. too caught up in mutely whimpering with your head tilted back against his shoulder and lips parted - he should know how bad ur feeling, you were just complaining - "it hurts... augh.. ugh.." but babe! he wants to show you how much he loves you through what he knows best - showering you in affectionㅡ! it's okay, shhh... you'll feel so much better, i promise. aren't you going to believe me? babe you know i tell you the truth, always and forever.

man... how about gangster dude catching you jerking it and pulling you in missionary just to wrap his thick ass legs around your hips to fuck you into him. have this oral instead. him lurking around your place but not yet entering... before he finally does, kicking off his shoes and hanging his coat like he owns the place and looking around for you - expecting you to be asleep in your bed since all the lights were out but he couldn't quite see in through the windows?!?! catching you while touching yourself, rather enveloped in whatever the fuck was playing on your phone... what a sight for him to see! how ... lovely. you must've been expecting him, huh? no time to be surprised - no time to cover yourself. you do, weakly covering your leaky prick with your hands after tossing your phone to the side, calling out his name in surprise. what r u surprised for silly... we both know you've been waiting for me! i mean, haven't even come yet. you were waiting for me... almost bashful as he dips in between your legs, hugging you into him and tonguing at the head of yr cock just to have you a shivering trembling mess. it's his favorite! to make you cry from pleasure and then ride your still-hard prick... making sure not to crush you... so thoughtful

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kuro4thegays · 2 months

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- Dr. Ratio nsfw alphabet -

[Veritas Ratio x gn!reader] [Originally written with male reader in mind, but there is no mention of genitalia so I think it can work for any gender. I tried to provide both something for top and bottom reader so everyone can get something out of this. The reader is assumed to be in a long term relationship with Veritas]

A = Aftercare (What they’re like after sex)

Veritas can be really romantic. Initially, he doesn’t want either of you to pull away at all, just to nuzzle each other while your bodies stay intertwined in such an intimate fashion. Though if you really need it he’ll get up immediately to get you some water or snacks or really anything you need. Depending on the time of day you also might be expecting a bath, massages too.

B = Body part (Their favorite body part of theirs and also their partner’s)

Not a specific body part, but likes how proportional and symmetrical his body is as a whole. This guy is literally named Dr Ratio, leave me alone. On you though, I think he likes your face. Basic answer, but I really can't see it any other way. Definitely likes tracing the contours of your face when bored, studying it like an ancient sculpture. Oh, and I guess it's pretty hot how your face twists in pleasure while you're doing it.

C = Cum (Anything to do with cum basically)

If he's topping he likes to cum inside, otherwise cumming all over you is the second best. I feel like he wouldn't be a fan of cumming all over himself so if bottoming he'll like to do it either on the bed or if possible somewhere on you. My man also probably likes fruits, that's what gives his cum a sweet-ish taste, definitely not the sugary sweet kind though, the earthy natural sweet.

D = Dirty Secret (Pretty self explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs)

Definitely wants to do it in a very natural space, like a lake or something. That primal feeling, miles away from the rationality he exudes usually, really gets him going, but he's too afraid of someone walking in and ruining the moment to actually do it.

E = Experience (How experienced are they? Do they know what they’re doing?)

Virgin. Most of his life he probably had that kind of mindset that it's probably not worth it getting involved with someone else when he has everything he needs here. Still thinks that way, but now has you to keep his balls empty.

F = Favorite Position (This goes without saying.)

Loves lifting you off the ground, gotta show those muscles off. You just wrap around him so snugly and your faces are so close to each other it takes no effort just to start making out while pounding into you. Doesn't mind being lifted up himself either, especially if you're squeezing his ass while doing so, has and will attack your face with kisses. Other than that he likes anything where you two are face to face just in general.

G = Goofy (Are they more serious in the moment, or are they humorous, etc)

Very serious. Because of how little experience he has and how little people he has let see him this way he probably takes it as an extremely important bonding time so don't expect any jokes or laughs from him. Though he won't be mad if you're into the more casual kind, hell, he’ll let you try getting a laugh out of him.

H = Hair (How well groomed are they, does the carpet match the drapes, etc.)

Extremely well groomed. He's a neat freak, man loves baths and goes nuts when he sees a single dirty spot on his book, he's well capable of keeping himself clean. No hair out of place and all, if he even has any on his lower body.

I = Intimacy (How are they during the moment, romantic aspect…)

Said it already, but he takes sex very seriously. Slow and sensual is his thing. Makes it a whole ritual, lighting candles, maybe using some rose petals that he likes putting into his baths, massaging your back, everything to make you feel absolutely refreshed afterwards and ultimately make you feel closer to each other at the end.

J = Jack Off (Masturbation headcanon)

Doesn't do it that often, but when he does it's most likely during the morning shower. Though, unfortunately, if he has the displeasure of having another bath without his lover he might have to rub one out alone in there too.

K = Kink (One or more of their kinks)

Praise and degradation are a must with this man. Just state your preference, or do both if you’re into it, and he’ll already be running his mouth even before you start. Body worship is also a big thing for him. With his marble statues you can assume that he at least must love his own body and something tells me that he’ll be equally if not more obsessed with his lover's one.

L = Location (Favorite places to do the do)

Not into risky stuff, he has a reputation to keep. Maybe you can suck him off under his work desk with all the doors locked, but that's where it ends. Maybe bathhouses, but only if you have a reserved room or smth. Though when it comes to your private adobe nothing is off the table. The bed, bathtub, over the counter, against the wall, he isn't too picky.

M = Motivation (What turns them on, gets them going)

Not hard to get him in the mood. Loves how open you are with him and if you ask him nicely he’ll already feel motivated. Just seeing you so needy and wanting him makes him feel special, like he is the only one who you would run up to with something so intimate. Expect him to tease you about it though.

N = NO (Something they wouldn’t do, turn offs)

Anything that has to do with risking his reputation, no public sex or exhibitionism. Threesomes are also a no for him, not with someone he knows and definitely not with a stranger. He has made it clear that you're the only one who he wants to experience this kind of intimacy with.

O = Oral (Preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc.)

He was definitely a little weirded out at the start. Don't get me work, he knew how it's done and what it meant, he isn't that innocent, but the thought of actually doing just felt gross to him. Of course, that's where you came(in more ways than one) in. Unfortunately for you, he is a fast learner. Now oral is his favorite way to open up a long night session with you. It doesn't take much preparation, so expect him to wake you up using his mouth.

P = Pace (Are they fast and rough? Slow and sensual? etc.)

My guy likes to take his time. He sees sex like he sees his baths, a way to cleanse the body of all its filth, so sometimes it really does feel like you're making love instead of having sex. He just finds himself dissatisfied with the fast and rough methods that just dry him out.

Q = Quickie (Their opinions on quickies rather than proper sex, how often, etc.)

It might seem surprising after I talked so much about him taking his time, but I don't think he actually minds quickies that much. Though he doesn't like making a routine out of them, sure a quickie is good once in a while to relieve some stress, but he doesn't want it to spoil sex for him entirely. He likes them most during the morning showers.

R = Risk (Are they game to experiment, do they take risks, etc.)

While he doesn't want to take any risks with his reputation, he certainly doesn't mind doing risky stuff behind closed doors. How are you supposed to see the results without any experimentation?

S = Stamina (How many rounds can they go for, how long do they last…)

Oh, he can go for plenty. My man is beefy and all that muscle isn't just for show. The thing is, one round for him already takes a while so expect to be spent and thoroughly satisfied. Not that he doesn't mind going again, he's just wondering if you can keep up.

T = Toy (Do they own toys? Do they use them? On a partner or themselves?)

He doesn't have a lot of toys but he definitely doesn't mind using some on you or you using some on him. Keep in mind though, if you allow him he can get pretty ruthless with them.

U = Unfair (how much they like to tease)

Definitely a huge tease, refuse to believe otherwise. Going to go further into it in a moment, but my guy is talkative. Nothing you do will go unnoticed and everything you do will be commented on. Also teasing with his actions. That one extra button left unbuttoned was specifically left there to cause a reaction from you. Will deny you orgasm if you're into that. He loves the power all the things listed above give him and the feeling of being desired really gets him going. You could inflate his ego even more or even try to shut that pretty mouth yourself.

V = Volume (How loud they are, what sounds they make)

I don't know if this is a hot take but I think that he might get more vocal once he is with someone he trusts. Definitely won't hide his voice from you when he sees you getting more aroused, might as well use it to tease you. Oh, and he's definitely a talkative one. Expect lots of comments between those sweet groans and moans of his.

W = Wild Card (Get a random headcanon for the character of your choice)

Massages are his favorite form of foreplay. Be it during baths with all his fancy soaps and oils or in bed after an exhausting day, it's a very intimate, but not necessarily sexual, way to relax the body and he needs your body to be relaxed if he wants to proceed with more intense stuff. Doesn't mind receiving a massage either, though he is mostly the one giving them he can't deny himself the pleasure of your hands worshiping his muscles.

X = X-Ray (Let’s see what’s going on in those pants, picture or words)

He is a big man, what do you expect? No, but for real, it matches his size. Every part of him is proportional. Always cleanly shaven and well groomed and only has a few subtly visible veins just below the head. Cut and colored with a pinkish blush on the very tip.

Y = Yearning (How high is their sex drive?)

Not that high. He keeps himself intellectually occupied most of the time. Though he can get turned on pretty quickly when his partner initiates.

Z = ZZZ (… how quickly they fall asleep afterwards)

I imagine most of your steamy encounters happen at the end of the day so he already feels pretty drained. That orgasm is probably the last push for him before going to bed, assuming that all of your needs are taken care of first.

[Just something quick to deliver while I'm working on something bigger to keep you all well fed]

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gh0stsp1d3r · 11 months

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Ok while reading ur teenagers series I kept imagining the reader as the little girl from the univers that got destroyed but in ur fics she happened to make it out. But I also can't stop imagining what would happen if reader found out that her Miguel isn't her actual dad. Cuz let's be honest that's totally somthing he would keep from her. So if ur up to it could u pretty please write something like that 🙏. Maybe include hobie's reaction to??

stop this is so sad

𝐓𝐞𝐞𝐧𝐚𝐠𝐞𝐫𝐬… 𝐩𝐭 𝟕

“You and your dad look nothing alike.”

You always got that, all the time. You questioned if you were even his sometimes.

“No, Lyla. I’m not gonna tell her-“

“She’s old enough. She deserves to know-“

Lyla was about to say something else when you walked into the room. You overheard it.

She’s been pushing Miguel since you turned 12 to tell you. He was always too scared to do so.

“Hey-“ Miguel turned to you quickly.

“What’s up?”

“I was just wondering if Hobie could come over?”

“Sure, yeah, whatever. I’ll see you later, there’s something wrong with Lyla or something and Margo needs me to come check it out or something.”

He was lying.

“Okay. Yeah. See you.” You said as he practically ran out the door.

You looked around his room, realizing you’ve never really snooped around in here.

He was up to something, so you decided to look around.

Hobie decided to help you, he had nothing better to do with his time.

“What do you think he’s hiding exactly..?” He asked, going through some files.

“Something. I just…. Don’t know what.”

He stopped when he saw a folder with your name. He handed you the folder.

Lord of scribbled notes, pictures of you when you were a child, but none when you were a baby. Probably about 4 or 5 in the pictures.

You held them up, and looked at them.

Hobie pulled out a document in the folder, that was hidden.

“DO NOT OPEN.” It said, so he opened it.

He skimmed through it, but stopped for a second.

“Y/n L/n, taken in by Miguel O’Hara when earth-712 was about to collapse, he arrived in time and couldn’t save anyone but the child. He now has legal guardianship of the child. This child may be considered dangerous, and must be under watch AT ALL TIMES.”

He stopped reading and looked at you, you gave him a confused look. He just handed you it to you.

You read through it, tears starting to form.

You looked back at Hobie, who gave you a sympathetic look. He went next to you, rubbing your shoulder as you started to cry into your knees. He held you while you did so.

“I just can’t fucking believe it- I’ve been lied to my whole life.” You sobbed.

“It’s okay, it’s okay. I’m gonna go beat his ass.” He mumbled the last part under his breath.

You laughed at that for a second and went back to crying. It was quiet for a moment, he looked at you.

“C’mon, let’s get up.” He said, grabbing your hand and going to your room. You both sat on your bed for a while in silence.

“Thank you.” You sniffled, wiping your nose with your sweater. You laid down and he still sat down on your bed.

“It’s what I’m here for.”

You smiled slightly at him.

“I love you.”

“I love you more. Do you need anything..?”

“No. Don’t leave. Please.”

“I won’t” he laid down next to you, and held you. You turned on the tv.

“New season?” He asked, he didn’t know there would be one.

“Yeah.” You laughed.

“Alright then.” He got more comfortable, and so did you.

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After an hour or two after that, you both fell asleep, the tv going on in the background.

It was late, About 10 pm. Miguel opened the front door. He sighed and took off his shoes, his mask was already gone, and he went into his bedroom.

“Fuck.” He mumbled as he opened the door to his room. It was a mess, and the one file he hoped you never saw was open, dark spots covering it which he guessed was tears.

“Fuck. Fuck. Fuck.” He repeated it, cleaning up the files and mess, then looking into your room.

He only opened it a little, he knew you knew. He knew that Hobie would question him about it in the morning. He knew that you would hate him if you didn’t already.

He left and plopped down into his bed, suit still on. He looked at the pictures you had pulled out. Pictures of you when you were younger.

All of it would be gone all because he couldn’t tell you.

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Miguel did not sleep that day, he changed and stared at the ceiling the whole night. And even when the light shined through his window, he didn’t get up.

He only got up when he heard you both shuffling around.

“You got your stuff?” Hobie asked you. You were gonna stay at his for a while, just until you felt ready.

“Where are you going?” Miguel asked, both of you turning to him.

“Away from you.”

“Look, I’m sorry. I was gonna tell you but I couldn’t-“

“You couldn’t? You lied to me my whole fucking life!”

“You have to understand, ever since Gabriella I haven’t known what love was, that was until I found you, okay? I love you. And you can hate me, you can go away, but I will always love you, because even if you’re not my biological daughter, you’re still my daughter. I raised you. And no matter what you do, you can’t run away from that.”

You stayed silent for a moment. Not knowing what to say.

“He’s not wrong, love. He’s your dad.” Hobie said, grabbing your shoulder.

You started to cry again, and went up to Miguel and hugged him. Tightly. He hugged you like he never wanted to let go.

Hobie smiled and Miguel looked at him then back to you.

“I love you.” You mumbled to him.

“I know.”

#hobie brown x reader #miguel o’hara #miguel o’hara x reader #hobie brown x you #hobie brown #spider punk x reader #teenagers hobie brown series

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specshroom · 4 months

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★~Kirara and Hakari flirting with you~★

(No actual smut but it's steamy so Read More just cus)

It starts with Kirara flirting with you to make Hakari jealous. Not anything serious, she just wanted to see what would happen.

She does this by paying more attention to you, touching you more, complementing you more and just being more flirtatious in general. Hakari knows what she's doing obviously, he does find it amusing that you don't seem to know what's going on.

So one day you're training your technique in the fight club training room and they're just watching from the side on a battered couch. Hakari pulls her onto his lap.

"You don't think I know what you're doing?" He says down at her, lazily stroking his hand up her thigh.

She pouts at him, "I don't know what you're talking about, Kin."

He scoffs and looks over at where you're trying to perfect a specific stance for your technique.

"Didn't even work, That dumbass can't take a hint." He mumbles resting his head back, still watching you.

"Well maybe I should try harder."

Kirara says, staring at the same place her boyfriend is.

"Good luck with that, Babe" he chuckles out patting her thigh.

She huffs at the condescending tone and brings all her attention back to him. "Cmon~ you never thought about it Kin?"

"bout what?" He knows what she's talking about and yes, he definitely has but he wants her to say it.

"bout the three of us..." she trails her slender fingers up his chest, looking up at him with lidded eyes, "Together."

Her fingers trails up his neck as she leaves light kisses there and he slides his hand up under the hem of her shorts to squeeze her ass. He leans back and hums for her to continue. She leans closer to his ear, "You could fuck them while they fuck me, or we could both suck you off." Her hand goes to palm the growing bulge in his pants as he smirks and closes his eyes, imagining the pretty picture she's painting for him. "Or we could fuck and have them watch, or you could both double team me, or we could-"

"OH MY GOD! COULD YOU GUYS NOT FUCK IN FRONT OF ME FOR EVEN A SECOND??!"

They both pause and turn their heads to look at you with wide eyes. You stand there, hands on your hips in your compression shirt and sweatpants. You've been trying to concentrate on your training while the lovers mumble and whisper to each other about whatever.

You've gotten used to feeling like a third wheel being around them so often, living with them, working with them. That doesn't mean it didn't bother you when you look over at them and they're half way to fucking right there!

After a second of silence they both let out light laughs. Both amused at your bothered state and the fact that they'd gotten so distracted with their shared daydream.

"Sorry, Y/n!" Kirara yells back, trying to look apologetic. Hakari grins at you and stands up, hauling Kirara in his arms as he walks out of the training room, a clear destination in mind. Kirara giggles as Hakari kisses her neck, her eyes still on you, waving goodbye as the door closes behind them.

You huff in disbelief, looking around the now empty room, definitely not imagining what your two friends are doing together in their room. You go back to training, trying to ignore the heat building in your lower regions.

After this, the couple gets a lot more touchy in front of you, even more than they already were. They also get more touchy with you. Hakari touches your waist and lower back when he's walking past you, he presses you up against the kitchen counter pretending he's trying to reach something above you. Kirara snuggles up to you on the couch and even gives you "friendly" cheek kisses. They also get much louder when they fuck, their moans and bed squeaking being very audible from your room right next door. Unknown to you, they can also hear the frustrated hushed groans coming from your side of the wall right after they fuck.

Safe to say you're pretty sexually frustrated as you sit on the couch trying to watch TV. The two menaces smirk at each other in the hallway, Hakari pats Kirara on her ass, encouraging her to prance into the living room and plop herself right next to you.

"Hey Y/n, You doing alright?"

She feigns concern, pressing up to your side, arms hugging one of yours.

"I'm fine, why?" You answer, confusion present in the tone.

"Well you just seem kinda...moody." She says leaning her cheek on your shoulder.

"Moody?" You arch a brow at her.

"Yeah, just- I dunno. You seem bothered, pent-up....tense." she starts massaging your arm before she places a hand on your thigh.

"Is there anything I can do?"

She says leaning closer to say it into your ear. That's when you realise what's actually happening.

"Uh No Kira it's alright. I'm f-" As you try to get up she pulls you down again and straddles you. Your wide eyes look into her pretty droopy ones, your hands hover in the air on either side of her waist, not sure what to do.

She runs her hands up your chest and shoulders, lowering herself until she rests her groin on yours. You sigh at the feeling and the way she's looking at you until you snap yourself out of it.

"What about Hakari?" Genuine concern very present in your hushed voice. As annoying as the couple was you didn't want to be the reason a perfectly good relationship ends.

"What about me?" A low voice hums right next to your ear, you were so caught up you didn't even notice Hakari leaning over the back of the couch. You suck in a breath, Is he mad at me? Is he mad at Kirara? Am I a homewrecker? You're so caught up in your panic that it takes you a minute to register Hakari's tone. Not one of anger but instead very amused.

Kirara giggles at your reaction and takes your hands in hers to place them on her bare waist. "Poor Y/n, so frustrated, huh Kin?" She says while softly kissing up your neck along your jaw, her cold piercings making you shiver. She slowly starts to grind down on your crotch. Hakari hums in agreement and gently places a hand around your neck to keep you from squirming away while he slowly kisses and licks down the other side of your neck to your shoulder.

"We can help with that." He says against the skin where your shoulder and neck meet before biting down.

You're soooo fucked.

#im so fucking BISEXUALLLLL #could u tell #I LOVE MY GIRLFRIEND AND MY BOYFRIEND LETS GOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO #jjk x reader #jjk #hakari kinji #kirara hoshi #hakari x reader #kirara x reader #hakari x kirara #jjk hakari #jjk kirara

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sanjisboyfie · 6 months

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-> started more like a crackfic headcanon, but then it got rlly serious at the end??? mb igggg

gojo's definitely the type to slap your ass in public. not even in a nasty way, genuinely (or more like 50% of the time it's not in a sexual way). he just likes slapping your ass??? you've tried asking him why he does it so often, but he just grins and shrugs his shoulders in response. it's always a flirty response, like, "i can't appreciate my beautiful boy's ass?" or, "y'know i can't keep my hands off of you, handsome,"

he's such a fucking annoying boyfriend. like genuinely. could you imagine having a 6'4, lanky man latched to you - literally trying to melt into your skin? no, because you don't have to imagine it, it's your everyday life. you wake up? his arms and legs are tangled with yours that you have no choice but to wake him up. you're cooking? he's hovering behind you with his back hunched and head resting on your neck as he is still working on completely waking up. you need to go to catch your train for your job? oh...but can't you just spend the day in with him? he'll do whatever you want >:) just skip work and stay with him!

he's so needy and clingy. it's actually insane how much a grown man can WHINE. oh my god, you think about doing anything without him - ANYTHING - and he's already complaining overdramatically that you don't love him. he goes from 0-to-100 really quick, meaning you guys could be cuddling and he's nearly knocked out, you gently move him off of you to get up to PEE, and he's suddenly reciting all of the heartbreaking lines shakespeare wrote, claiming, "you!! you heartless man, have driven a stake right through my heart and i shall never recover from such a pain you've brought onto me!!!" as if you're not going to be back in like thirty seconds ??? max.

he's the strongest sorcerer, but if you're around, he's nothing but a man in love with his boyfriend (and hopefully more. he fantasizes a lot of what a married life with you would look like...).

he actually could care less about other people when you're there - you have to verbally remind him of his duties as a jujutsu sorcerer or else he will very easily ignore them in exchange of spending time with you.

another thing that comes with dating this man is that he will do everything, above and beyond, in his power to keep you out of harm's way. let's say you weren't a jujutsu sorcerer, he'll let you in his lifestyle in full confidence nothing will harm you. he's already talked to the higher ups, if they try pulling some bullshit out of their ass in putting you in danger, he's gonna actually slaughter all of them. it was a meeting he had with them when you two just made it official and, comically enough, he was snapped out of his gruesome, detailed rant on what he would do to them by a call from you ringing through his phone.

you have him completely wrapped around your finger and he's not one to shy away from showing that. he thinks public acts of devotion are the best ways to show his loyalty and love for you to other people. it's so hilarious how he will literally fall to his knees begging on a random street, just for you to look at him. just because you're looking at what a vendor's stall is selling doesn't mean you have to look away from him???? hello ??? please be more considerate of his feelings, his heart cannot take this much.

and despite how carefree he always seems with you in public, if you are still in a public area, his senses are actually hightened to their peak. there's absolutely no way he's taking a chance with you getting harmed if he's there, he'll ensure you're safety above anything else. he protects you with his life and will happily exchange his life for your own - if it ever came down to that.

and he's proclaimed that to you several times which has earned him worried scoldings everytime he said anything along the lines of, "i'll risk my life to protect you," but he always pushes your scoldings aside. because then he comforts you saying that: he's the strongest for a reason and he will use all of his strength in protecting the future the two of you will have together. he can't live without you, so obviously you're staying safe. and he'd actually rather step on a thousand legos than imagine you living your life without him. selfishly, he wants to be the center of your universe, like you are for him (alright, eren jaeger headass...)

neither of you have to worry about that though! he is still the strongest ever, there's nothing that could pull him away from you (there was one time his students genuinely tried doing this and it was impossible. physically trying to pull gojo off of your body was impossible). and he wants to spend every waking moment with you. so not only are you being protected 25/8, but you're being affectionately doted on, loved, and cared for for each of those passing seconds.

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rzyraffek · 1 year

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I have a little smut request, if you don't like or don't want to write I understand that's alright.

When slashers are take a shower then S/O suddenly get in

Bo please must have him, I love this man too much, and Vincent, Lester, Brahms, Thomas, or other slashers you want to write. (or you think I pick too much you can pick some, but please Bo must thank you so much❤️)

I just think this will be fun

Oh, btw, I very love your work so perfect so wonderful so amazing❤️❤️❤️

Yall really love Sinclair's😭😭 ALSO THANK YOU V MUCH IM GLAD YALL ENJOY MY BLOG!!!! Before you read that I need to remind yall that I DONT USUALLY WRITE NSFW STUFF SO DONT EXPECT ANYTHING GREAT HERE!! Request open

Nsfw, but nothing too detailed, they/them pronouns for s/o

Shower zegz with slashers

Bo Sinclair

Our guy will make sure that they will remember that shower for long time

Yknow when you just vibe in shower and you accidently touch cold wall with your back and get all cold and upset? Yeah if s/o has the same problem.. too bad he doenst care they are getting pinned to that wall in seconds anyways

He loves seeing their face, how they react to his actions and words, how their body moves because of him

Will comment A LOT, expect a lot of praising, some cruse words and alot of growls tbh

He marks them 100% one way or another. Bite marks, Hickeys ( alot of them), ect

Afterwards he gonna bring them a towel and make sure they can go to bedroom and rest there for a while. This guy isn't the best at aftercare but he isn't heartless!

Vincent

No bcs he will blush sososo hard😨😳

Like they have to make first move cuz this guy will just stand there awkwardly looking like he has stick up his ass

He gonna be so gentle with them💖 carefully grabbing their hips/hair and enjoying the view moment

Tbh he loves grabbing their hair and vice versa, if s/o is touchy he gonna be sosos blushy

Also afterward he gonna wash their hair probably🥰 making sure they at least get out of this shower clean lol

Brahms Heelshire

Nah bcs this guy will be the one to actually pull them into shower, like s/o was just vibing doing their skincare routine and this guy just grabbed them and yeeted them into shower

He gonna act like he just wants to spent time together🙄🙄 yeah totally

Pls make sure that s/o calls him good boi or he gonna bite them

Also ngl he probably looks sexy asf with wet hair

Incredibly affectionate, yall will be extremely close to each other for the whole thing. And expect him to wisper and growl into s/o year

Thomas Hewitt

This babi will be soso confused??? Like???? Oh you wanna shower together?? Yeah sure ig I don't mind???

Again s/o has to do first move cuz he won't even think about asking them about that type of stuff! Hes a gentleman he would neverr.. unless they ask him ofc

S/o gonna forgor how to walk for few hours at least

He just gonna pick them up and pin them to wall like s/o weights nothing (tbh it doesnt really matter how much they weight this guy picked up adult men and whooped other one at the same time without any struggle, really dont worry)

He cant really tell them how he feels so he just gonna gently pat them or nuzzle them.

He will feel bad afterwards when their legs shake or when they can't really walk 😓

Micheal Myers

Tbh the only reason he showed was bcs they promised him that he will get reward later. Fr this guy stinks

Sex with him is incredibly akward. He doenst make any noise nor shows any kind of affection? Maybe he gonna carry them to bed afterwards or bring them towel?? Like this guy never heard about aftercare, or care overall tbh

He will never show it but he loves when s/o gives him affection or tells him nice words, how good he is and how great his doing his job rn

Not my proudest one! I really suck at nsfw stuff sorry😓😓 also I had nightmare and there was Bo for some reason ?? But he had heavy cowboy-texas accent ??? Idk why. Anyways its 2am yall have great rest of day

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Dead Girl Walkin' (Frank Castle x F!Reader)

AKA 'Bounty & Bliss'

Frank Castle x F!Reader (18+)

+ After a mission gone wrong, you end up on the wrong side of Fisks gun, and now you're a wanted woman. You have 30 hours of freedom before every bounty hunter in New York has his eyes on you, so of course you run straight to Frank. Oh how he loves the sight of you.

Word Count: 5.1k ( It's actually impossible for me to write a "short" fic. I'm a wordy bitch, I can't help it. I love to talk.)

Warnings: Cursing, violence, reader getting beat tf up (She's got powers it's fine), explicit content/smut, Frank being such a softie for you, fluff (is that a warning?).

A/N: LETS GO FRANK CASTLE LOVERS! I absolutely adore this man, and I think it shows in how I write him. This is an oldie from my previous blog, but it's one of my favorite fics I've ever written. It's a long one so buckle up. (This fic was absolutely based on the song Dead Girl walking from Heathers the musical. Take that as you will.)

+ + +

It was an absolute fact that you weren't gonna die a peaceful death. Yeah no, you were gonna go out one of two different ways. One, a Bruce Willis, Die Hard type thing with at least two explosions. Or two, someone else is gonna punch your card for you. Full stop. Do not pass go, do not collect two hundred dollars, that's it.

Frank threw a guess in once. Said you’d probably go out saving a bunch’a kids from a burning building or something, because you're a soft ass like that, Sunshine, that’s why. He was three stitches deep on his right arm, and shooting you looks from his side of the couch. Ain’t that right, Sunshine?

Nope. nuh-uh, not even close. You get a grand total of thirty hours, all Courtesy of Mr. Kingpin himself. Fisk. What kind of name is Fisk anyway? It sounds too much like Fist, or fish, either way it’s awkward. You’re just being pissy, because you got caught, and Fisk is rubbing it in your face.

Third punch is to your jaw, and that’s the one that knocks you, and the chair you're strapped to, back. You’re taking this whole thing in stride, you haven't passed out or anything. Be proud of that. After the fourth punch Fisk finally waves his hand and lets— what's his name? Rick? This guy looks like a Rick —stop. You ever been hit with brass knuckles by a heavyweight? It sucks.

You were hired by an unnamed client to sneak into Fisks club, and put mics anywhere you could. It was easy getting in without being noticed, unfortunately for you Fisk has eyes everywhere. Fortunately for you one of your powers is strength, so a couple of blows by a heavyweight won't kill you. It fucking hurts though.

Fisk says something, but he’s standing on the other side of the room and your ears are still ringing, so he really says nothing. He turns, catches your eyes, and there's a curious sort of smile on his face. Your ears are still ringing but, over all of the noise, you catch him say ‘Again’, and brace yourself for impact.

Rick, son of a bitch, knocks you hard, just under your eye and you can practically hear the bruise forming. You must’ve blacked out for a second because when you blink there’s Fisk, dropped to his haunches in front of you. It takes thirty seconds after you start drooling blood for him to start back up.

“You’re a real woman, you know that?”

“And what does that make you?” Your voice doesn't even sound like you, it’s too scratchy, and your words are hard to make out.

Fisk sort of ignores you and says,“And Because I'm a nice guy,” Pulling a white handkerchief—Christ—out of his shirt pocket and wiping your mouth. “I'm gonna make this easy on you, how bout’ forty eight hours? Sound good?”

You’re so stubborn. Like, way too stubborn for your own good, that’s what you’re gonna tell Frank when you explain why you spit your blood in Fisks face. And because you’re a real woman.

“Thirty hours,” Fisk says, gripping the bottom half of your shirt, using it to wipe his face, and standing up. “Butch,—” So that’s his name, he looks like a Butch. “Show her the door.”

Brace for impact.

You can't be that mad though, I mean come on. After that stunt you pulled at the Quagmire tonight you’re surprised you’re even still walking-uh -running. So yeah, thirty hours and after that you’re gonna be a goddamn beacon of come get me for every baddie in New York. Okay, you gotta stop running or else you’re gonna pull something, and catching a cramp probably isn’t the best thing for you right now...just sayin’.

You pitch from a sprint to a light jog and eventually stop, bowing over and pressing your hands to your knees. A long groan crawls out of you, and you shake your head. The middle of 10th and 42nd isn’t the place to let it hit you. Clear your throat, spit, stand back up, keep walking.

You decide to swerve out of the road and onto the sidewalk, that way you’re not ass out for everyone to see. And it’s a helluva sight. You’ve got a bruise forming just under your right eye and your nose is busted to shit, not to mention the blood- that you’re not even sure is all yours- caked over you. All that and you probably smell like a back alley.

You shift and adjust, turn right toward the dock, and pick up the pace.

‘I can run,’ you think, digging your thumbnail into your palm. ‘haul ass to Seattle, become some poor fisherman's wife.’

That doesn't sound all too bad, besides the fact that Fisk has got eyes all over this goddamn city. You so much as even look toward the bridge and his thirty hours-oh-mercy are gone. Poof! You won't even make it out of New York.

A street light flicks off for a second before coming back to life, and you dig in your back pocket, fishing for your phone. It’s a mess of cracks and smeared blood, but still manageable. You click it on and the screen gives a few half assed flashes of light before turning on. Yeah, still manageable.

You wipe the screen against your shirt and pull it back, checking the time. Twelve oh five. Good, he's still up.

•

Frank's van is static under the west bridge, just next to the pier. It’s a beige camper he’s had since way back when, and is still too sentimental to give up. It’s rusted, a hubcaps gone missing, and the battery is standing on it’s last leg, but don’t ever tell Frank it’s anything less than perfect. Seriously, buddy, don't do it.

You called it a piece of junk once, something mumbled between Frank trying to turn the engine over and almost flooding it.

“If you don’t like it that much, Sunshine, you can walk back.” He shakes his head and turns the key over again. The engine makes an almost awkward sort of noise. Something like a cr-r-r-eek! Before gray smoke creeps its way from under the hood. “God fucking damnit.”

You're ninety percent sure the only reason he didn't knock your head through the window is because he's got a soft spot for you....Eighty-five percent.

Your boot knocks against an empty can, probably oil, and Max pokes his head up. He's lying right outside the van's side door, tucked halfway under it with his head on his paws. You go still and try to remember if this dog actually liked you or not.

When he doesn’t move you chalk it up to a definite maybe, and start walking again. He lets out a few half assed growls before crawling from under the van and barking, loud and proud. You throw caution out the window and speed walk toward him, forgetting the fact that he’s a full grown pitbull, and wave your hands in front of you, shh shh shh! No, doggy. Nice, Max! You got a million different scenarios playing in your head, and none of them are good.

Max is howling now, nose pointed to the sky and oh sonofabitch.

You hear a gun cock over your head and now you're staring down the barrel of a shotgun. This was the fourth scenario. At the end of that is Frank, standing in a pair of raggedy sweatpants, an old NYU tee, and-Christ he's not even wearing any shoes.

You're still a little wobbly in the legs so you press your hand against the doorframe, and lean. That's it. Play it cool, nice and steady.

“Hey, Frank.” You say, and then. “Can I come in?” You're batting against four hours of sleep and maybe a concussion, so hey, frank is the best you're gonna do.

His shoulders slump down and he points the gun away from you, eyes moving three speeds too fast. Like I said earlier, you’re a helluva sight, girl.

“You look like the back end of hell.” He says, side stepping to let you in, eyes catching on your knuckles. They aren’t the worst of it, but you can tell a lot about a person from their hands, and Frank’s getting the whole goddamn story.

You step up into the kitchen—living room?—and focus on everything you’ve already seen before. The sketchy stain on the ceiling, the empty Budweiser cans, your feet. Just for good measure you pick up a roll of gauze and turn it over in your hand, because this is the most interesting thing in the world, not your bloody knuckles. And definitely not Frank who’s staring down your back, shooting imaginary laser beams your way. Pew pew pew. I’m calling it now, he’s gonna get mad. You know it, I know it, so just fucking face the music before he-

“So,” oh-Kay. He clicks the third deadbolt, and leans his back against the door, gun cocked on the wall, and arms crossed over his chest. “You gonna tell me what happened or am I gonna haveta’ guess?”

He doesn't have to guess, because he already knows. But, he's gonna lean back and give you a chance to say it before he starts pulling teeth.

“This was once in a lifetime, Frank.” You're pushing out excuses and he's barely said anything. “There was an opening-”

“Y/n, what the hell did you do?”

Franks more worried than actually confused. He knows you're in some deep-I'm talking chasm into hell deep- shit, he's just worried he's not gonna be able to pull you out.

“I went to the Quagmire, and Fisk was there.” You wring your hands because of the look he gives you. Priceless. “I had a shot, I took it, I—”

“Tell me you killed him.” He's shaking his head, tilt up, and looking at the roof. He's about to start praying, and lord knows he hasn't done that in a while. “Tell me you killed him, Y/n.”

The throbbing behind your eye is enough to remind you that no, you didn't. You came damn close though, I'll give you that.

Frank blinks, slow squeeze, and groans something low in the back of his throat. He drops his head and drags a hand down his jaw, you're gonna be the death of him if you keep this shit up.

“And,” you gotta get it out now, if you don't do it now you're gonna hate doing it later. “I got a bounty on me.”

“Course you do,” he's looking at you again, but his foot is tapping against the linoleum, so he's beyond mad now. “Is it active?”

You shake your head. “No, I got thirty hours.” You would have forty eight, but he doesn't need to know that...or why you don't anymore.

“Shiiit,” he almost laughs. “Bastard gave you a helluva’ lot more time than me.” His eyebrows tilt down and you catch the way his eyes track along your knuckles. You're standing in front of him, and in this light he can finally get a good look at you. And he doesn't like it. “What'd they do to you, Sunshine?”

There it is. You let out a halfhearted dry laugh and say. “Butch, son of a bitch has a solid right hook.”

“I bet I got better,” He says, lips upturning a bit.

You say. “Oh, I know you do.” And that's it, you're both drawn back into a moment that definitely shouldn't happen. Christ, girl, the man's a vigilante with a truckload of baggage. Stay away. Don't do it to yourself.

You gotta dodge this shit, so you say. “So, what do I do now?”

He gives you a quick once over and pushes himself off the wall. “First, you gotta take a shower, get your mind right.” He stalks over to the hall closet, and starts pulling out random things; a towel, a washcloth, sweatpants, and one of his Rolling Stones T-shirts. He tosses a Then we'll talk, and figure out our next move. over his shoulder and that knocks you back a minute.

Our. Don't dwell on that. Nope, nope, do not do it. You nod, walk over to him, and say. “Thank you, Franky.” Franky’s something only you’d get away with saying, just like he gets away with the whole sunshine thing. It’s weird, you’re weird, leave it alone.

When you reach him he pulls back, giving you this half look between you really okay? and it's okay if you're not. Oh, God, he's gonna have your eyes in the shape of hearts if he keeps this up.

“I'm fine,” You reach a bit more, and he meets you halfway, pushing everything towards you. “You better have hot water though.”

“Baby, you know I do.”

“Mhm, that's what you said last time.”

He says. “Just tell me if it's not hot enough for you, I'll fix it.” And you're positive it's borderline flirty. You gotta occupy yourself with turning on the bathroom light, or else he's gonna see fuuuck written all over your face.

You gotta say something back or it's gonna be one sided, and awkward so you push out. “I'll call you if I need you, Franky.” Low and slow.

Did you just?

Franks mouth pulls up into a grin and he's gotta wipe his hand over his cheek, as if he's just feeling the stubble. Look what you did, you're making him nervous.

Before either of you have a chance to react, the door’s closed and you're pressing your back against it. If you didn't know any better you'd think the man was making a move, but you've got a migraine from hell so you're gonna chalk it up to friendly banter.

You're gonna opt for a cold shower though, just in case.

•

The shower does wonders for you. Your regenerative powers help too, giving your body the chance to heal a bit under the water. You walk out dressed and unstressed with your clothes balled up in your arms, just about to call out Franks name when you hear him say. “Back here.”

You turn and walk into the small bedroom space, just big enough for the two of you. He's laying on his back with his arm thrown over his eyes, looking like absolute sin. Okay, yeah, you're cut off from reading tacky romance novels.

“You can just put your stuff on the table, we'll get em’ washed tomorrow.” He sounds tired.

You walk to the kitchenette table and drop your clothes on top of it, before walking back to the room and saying. “Or we could just get my clothes from my apartment, that's a pretty good idea.”

“Yeah,” he shrugs. “We could, and, you know what, why don't we go to the police station while we're at it and tell them about the bad man named Fisk?”

“What?”

“Oh, sorry, I thought we were stating dumb ideas.” He says nonchalantly, before adding. “You and I both know that it's not safe for you to go to your place, or else you wouldn't be here, right?”

He lifts his arm off of his face and looks at you. Yeah, right. You nod and he nods back, covering his face up again. “Right.”

Truth be told, you'd probably still be here even if it was safe. Truthfully.

You crawl onto the bed next to him and the springs groan out something light and metallic. Lay down, face up, be quiet.

“Y/n.” That's not quiet.

“Hm?”

“You're not doin’ this alone,” Okay. You turn your head to look at him but he's still got his arm over his eyes. “Not while there's air in my lungs.”

You say, “It's not your fight.” And Frank finally looks at you. His brows tip and he props himself up on one arm so he's leaning over you a bit.

“Hell it's not, you think Ima’ just let that bastard have at you? Nuh-uh,” He shakes his head. “Sorry to disappoint, but that's not how this works.”

“Then how does this work?” You're not mad, just curious. If this is going where you think it's going, God willing, Frank’s gonna be the one starting it.

He's the one with the brick walls here, so you're gonna let him be the first to break them down.

His eyes drop to your lips and roll over the curve of your jaw. It's sharp and soft at the same time, just like the rest of you. You shift, catch his eyes, and his sight slips off to the wall.

“I, uh.” he rolls onto his back and clasp his hands on his stomach. You're making him nervous and he's the one doing all the work. Jeesus, one of you do something. This is embarrassing.

“I don't wanna die.” What? You-pfsshhh. Yeah, okay, start there.

Frank has to blink that in, but he's still too chicken shit right now to look at you. So he asks. “Why not?”

For the love of God.

“Why not?” You repeat, frowning at the ceiling. Frank squeezes his eyes closed and shakes his head, backtrack.

“No, not-” He rubs his eyes with the back of his hand and gives himself a second to get it. He doesn't, so he just nods and says. “Yeah, okay why not? Why don't you?”

You sit up and turn to look at him. He's circulating between frowning at you, and the ceiling, and the door, so when his eyes hit you on their third rotation you say. “I don't wanna die, because I'm not ready yet.” Simple.

“Says the girl who went all Annie Oakley on a mob boss tonight.”

“It was his henchmen-”

“-henchmen?”

“-and that's not the point.” You ignore him. “The point is I'm scared. I thought I could do it tonight, but I didn't and now look at me.”

He does. In the weak light from his bedside lamp he can see all of you. The bruise forming (and healing) under your eye, and on the bridge of your nose. The scratch along your neck that dips just below the collar of your-his shirt. It's a lot. You're a lot.

He shifts and pushes himself up a bit before opening his arms. “Come here.”

Then your head is pressed against his chest, with your hand resting on his abdomen. Fingers curled in. You can hear his heart beating, thu-thump. Thu-thump.

His arm wraps around you and you can feel his fingers brush against the middle of your back, right at the dip. A train's horn blares in the distance and suddenly you feel really mortal.

This is it, Kid.

You've finally hit fuck it, because now you're lifting up and kissing Frank Castle. You half expect him to push you off, but nope, his hand pushes straight to your hips, your shirt hitching up around his forearm.

There's no awkward is this okay kisses, nope, you're both just diving for it. You push your hand up to his shoulder and-oh okay, yeah you do that- slide your leg over him, so you're halfway straddling him at least.

You push both of your hands to his neck, thumbs pressed against his jaw, and lean in. It's an awkward approach, something he wasn't exactly ready for this time because your teeth collide, and you're about to pull back and apologize when he reaches down and grips your ass.

Oh-Kay. He tugs you back up toward him and this time you're both ready. Especially you, because your tongue dips into Frank's mouth and he's just here for it.

After a while of just that, you lift up and press your hands against his chest. His other hand scoots up to your hip, and he starts rubbing up and down your thighs.

“Y/n-”

“Hold on.” You scoot so you're really on top of him and sit back a bit, feeling him rub against your clit. He lets out a sharp exhale of a groan and you lift up, before sitting back again and grinding against him. Frank tugs off his shirt and you follow suit, pulling yours up and over your head before tossing it off to the side, and Frank is on you.

You’re not wearing a bra, so he just dips his head down to lick your nipple into his mouth. He reaches up to gather your other breast in his hand, and you bring your hands up to his shoulders just to hold onto something. You bury your face in his hair, shift, and kiss along his head.

Frank starts peppering sloppy kisses across your chest before biting down on your other nipple.

“Shit,” you whisper. “Frank.”

“Mhm,” He’s got a vice grip on your hips, and then he’s bucking up into you. Slow and steady, and meticulous, and—Jeesus. His tongue swirls and bites, and you’re tilting your head back. Eye’s closed just feeling him.

Okay, you gotta-hold on. You push against Franks shoulders and his mouth comes off of you with an almost obscene pop. He starts to ask what’s wrong when you dip your head down and catch his mouth against yours. It’s slow and nasty and good, something almost too sensual to be Frank, but it is. It’s just you and him.

He mumbles. “Com’on.” Against your lips and rolls you over so he’s pressed on top of you. You’re rubbing your hands up his arms and over his shoulders when he —oh Christ, okay—reaches up to grab each of your wrist pinning them over your head. This is more of what you expected, you’re not gonna stop him though.

He peppers kisses along your jaw and down to your neck, before sucking.

“Fra-ank.” God you’re whiney right now, and Franks sucking hickies into your neck, so who the hell cares?

“What’s wrong, Baby?” Frank is an A-1 goddamn tease. Before you can get an answer out he pushes against you. Languid downward rolls of his hips, catching against you and pushing your body up juuust a bit with each thrust. “Hm?”

Your mouths open in an ‘O’ shape, and you’re positive you're not gonna be able to make clear sentences, so you lock your ankles behind him and drag him closer to you. He groans out a breathy ah, shit and pulls his head back up to kiss you again. When he lets your arms go he’s quick to get back on you, sucking and biting his way down your body, and you’re still too dazed to really get what’s happening until he says.

“Y/n.”

He’s sitting up, leaning back a bit onto his legs, with his hands resting on your hips. You prop yourself up on your forearms. “Yes?”

His mouth tips up into a half smile and he says. “I said you gotta lift up,” His fingers tap the waistband of your sweatpants. Oh, yeah, okay. You lift up your hips and he starts tugging your pants down, fingers hooked in your panties too. You lift up your legs and then he’s got everything up and off of you.

He settles back down, onto his stomach, with his head between your legs and looks up at you. You’re still propped up onto his shoulders, and you’ve got a pretty damn good view of him. He dips his head down and starts kissing along your thighs, and again it's strangely intimate for him. Out of your peripheral you catch a car's headlights move past the window, and you think to say something when you feel Frank slide his hands to the back of your knees and fold your legs back on either side of you towards the bed.

You feel him blow cool air against you and you gotta take deep breaths. Scoot, shift, and his face is right between the junction of your thighs. Your hand is in his hair when he drags his tongue up your pussy and over your clit. Your head hits the pillow and you push your other hand into the other one next to you. Gripping.

“Frank,” You breathe for no reason other than it’s just him. “Oh, God, Frank.”

He moans into you and that’s enough to get your back arching a bit. He starts in earnest, jumping between circling your clit, and looong strokes up your vulva. You start to wonder if he’s spelling his name down there, when he pushes his tongue aaaalll the way in until his face is practically buried inside of you. His tongue is pressed flat against your labia and then he’s licking inside you. There’s a pause while you gasp out a ‘Fra-a-ank’, before he starts tongue fucking you. You’re not sure what your sound limit is here so you’re doing your best to keep it to a minimum. Rotating between a string of Oh god, Yes, fuck, and Fraa-aank-just to be safe.

And then he plants his mouth over your clit and sucks, pushing a finger inside of you. Your back is almost full rainbow, pushing your head into the pillow, and your moaning out a loud. “Ooooh, fuck, Frank!”

He hums, and, without missing a beat, his tongue starts circling your clit, and he adds a second finger. Languid and intinse. Faster, tighter, you’re really pushing the sound limit here. He’s still working you to the edge, but has enough time to say. “Come on, Y/n. Come in my mouth, baby.”

You groan. “Oh shit,” But he pulls his fingers back a bit, curve, and he’s finger fucking you against your G-spot. He’s an angel.

You’re loud. Like-you’re voice is probably gonna be strained in the morning- loud. Frank pumps into you, tongue circling tightly, and gets just a little rougher with it. “Ah, fuck, Frank. Please-God-please…” He latches his lips around your clit and sucks, and it's gotta be biblical the amount of times you’ve said God’s name tonight. He presses against your legs and tucks his fingers, moans against you. Your jaw drops and you squeeze your eyes shut, pushing your other hand down to the back of Frank's head and pulling his face into you.

A strain of ecstasy pushes its way through you and you just can’t get out fast enough. “Frank-frank, oh GOD AAaaahhh!!” Your chest has a slow rise and fall to it, and Frank is back to being sensual. Kissing around your still sensitive clit and up your thighs. He lets go of your leg and pushes both of his hands onto your hips, you can feel your wetness on his fingers.

He pulls himself on top of you and this kiss is rougher, and you can taste yourself on his tongue. He props himself up onto his forearm and reaches down to push off his sweatpants, throwing them off to the side with the rest of his clothes.

“You ready?” His voice is wrecked, something you’re really not used to hearing from Frank. You think, and push up on his shoulders before wrapping your leg around his hip and rolling so you’re on top. Franks got this dazed smile on his face, and lord he is cute. Really, Frank Castle is cute.

He grabs onto your waist and lifts you up with almost ridiculous ease, before shifting his eyes down and watching as you wrap your hand around his dick and slowly guide yourself down onto him.

You press your hands against his chest and raise up, just to grind back down, and Franks gotta focus on his breathing or else he’s gonna cum way too fast.

You go like that for a while, a slow and steady rock, but Frank’s been sporting a hard on since you laid next to him so he’s not as patient as he could be. He adjusts his grip on your waist, hikes his legs up so he’s digging his heels into the mattress, “You ready, baby?” and starts to buck up into you. And you thought you were leading the show.

You’re panting out little ah’s with each thrust, and you gotta brace your hand on the headboard for some kinda leverage. Frank pulls you down onto his chest and kisses you full, mumbling a string of “You like that? Huh? Ah, fuck.” against you, before wrapping his arm around your waist. You grind down and meet each of his thrust and he’s done for. He pushes his face into your neck as he starts pistoning into you, lips mouthing at your neck. His thrust start getting sloppy, uncoordinated, and he moans out. “Com’on, Y/n.” Before reaching down and circling your clit.

And it's building and building and you rasp out. “Frank, I—”

He bites down on your shoulder and Oh, okay, yes that. You dig your nails into his shoulder and he’s forcing every ounce of himself not to scream. “Y/n!” Low and breathy. He still does. His hips stutter as he cums, and you pick up your pace, fucking him through it. His hips eventually stutter and he bucks a couple of times before sighing into your neck, spent.

You both just stay like that for a while. Breathing in each other, enjoying the come down. You can’t help but let your mind drift to thoughts of Frank outside of this. Domesticated, and lovely. He just came inside of you, so the idea of having his kids passes through briefly. You’ll deal with that tomorrow. He coaxes you off of him and onto the bed, sliding the sheets onto the both of you. Sliding his arm under your back he pulls you into his side and closes his eyes. You rest your head against his chest, hyper aware of how intimate this is. Neither of you are sure whether or not you should dwell on that or not.

He, Christ, reaches down and plants a kiss on your forehead before laying back and saying. “You’re not getting your card punched, not while I’m still here.”

Does he know what he’s doing to you? You just nod, because you’re not really sure if you believe him or not, and he sees that.

“Hey,” He says, nudging you a bit. You sit up and look at him, and he’s got this look in his eyes. Something like worry, and hope, and so much love for you it almost breaks your heart. “I’m serious, I’m not letting him or any a’ them get to you.”

You’re the closest thing this man has got to a friend, hell even a family, so yeah. You believe him. You nod and lean up to kiss him, before laying your head back onto his chest.

Thirty hours.

A/N: I'm actually obsessed with this man. Y'all please leave comments letting me know if you liked this / what you think. I wanna hear back from you! Have a great day, beautiful.

#I love writing so much what a great outlet #frank castle #frank castle x reader #frank castle fanfiction #frank castle x female reader #frank castle fluff #the punisher #marvel #marvel fanfiction #marvel fic #kash writes

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pupyuj · 6 months

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So the earth would be a better place I will give you the second idea🫂❤

A very simple idea of reader walking in on her big stepsis g!p Yujin jerking off to various videos of her and she decides to help her older sister out because who wouldn't help their attractive older sister when she needs it?☺

my fellow sane yujin stan once again~ so sorry this came so late 🫂

i like to imagine that stepsis yuj has some decent morals! even when she knew that she had been attracted to her father's girlfriend's daughter aka her soon-to-be stepsister since the two of you met, yujin tried very hard to ignore it purely bcs it was wrong 😣😣 bcs of this, yujin gave you the impression that she was quite reserved and timid.. only talking to you when necessary or whenever she forced herself to bcs the silence needed to be filled.. little did you know, the reason your sweet and shy yujinnie-unnie always stiffened up around you was bcs she was hiding her hard-on :(( every time she looked at you her pants tightened and she hated it... but she really couldn't help it, and it wasn't her fault.. your ass just looks way too good in those stupid tight and short shorts that you always wear around the house! ☹️

in came to a point where you invaded yujin's mind so much that she had to do something about it! she'd be in the middle of washing the dishes or something when she suddenly remembers how cute you look in one of your little skirts.. then she'd get so fucking hard that she runs to her bedroom to touch herself 🤭 yujinnie feeling so embarrassed and ashamed while looking at her throbbing cock :(( her refusing to touch it while thinking of you bcs again, she refuses to do that!! but then again.. she can't come out of her bedroom with a massive tent in her pants.. and if she sees you while she's this hard then she might actually come in her pants 😭😭

and so yujin starts stroking her cock! but she's not getting into it bcs she feels like she's committing a crime and also she needed help... her pulling up your instagram account on her phone?? gawking at your pretty pictures n your highlights.. pumping her hand up and down her cock faster at the more provocative pics you posted and completely covering up her cock w precum so it gets messyyy 😣 moaning your name shamelessly.. and immediately covering up her mouth when she sees you standing by her bedroom door frame?!?! of fucking course you just had to come home early from hanging out with your friends, of course you would catch your stepsister jerking off to you, of course you would find all of this attractive instead of weird as hell bcs why were you pulling down your panties and climbing on the bed⁉️⁉️😰

"(y/n), i-i'm sorry.. t-this is weird, i know. i just—"

"oh shush, unnie."

and suddenly your mouth was wrapped around her tip 😳 ugh, hearing a string of curses leave your polite and well-mannered big sister's mouth turned you on so much.. yujinnie whining when you suddenly pull away from her cock :(( but she patiently and intently watches as you spit on your hand and wrap it around her dick, making her gasp at the warm and wet feeling,, heheeheuhdu jerking her off slowly.. pulling her close and kissing her just to let her taste a bit of herself from when you sucked her off earlier :(( yujin not even realizing that she's thrusting herself into your hand bcs she's so lost in the way your lips taste.. literally licks all the flavored chapstick off your lips and explores every crevice in your mouth bcs she's so addicted.. even when you separate from her lips to catch your breath, yujin starts kissing down your neck and truly she couldn't care about anything anymore 🫣

pulls you to her lap while she's marking you up :(( "you'll tell dad and your mom that.. mhm... that you hooked up with a friend.. got it, baby?" she says in between kisses.. her lips were soft and her voice was gentle, but her eyes were stern and cold.. as if she's daring you to do the wrong thing and face the consequences.. ofc you didn't want to make your unexpectedly scary big sister mad so you agreed,, and it was smooth sailing from there! 🤤 yujin makes you take all of her cock in one go 😵‍💫😵‍💫 commending you for doing it flawlessly with a "good girl" that only made you melt in her hold,, yujinnie guiding you while you ride her omg,,, your little gasps and "yujin-unnie"s were simply music to her ears and she couldn't get enough of it all :((

it was only a matter of time until she was fucking into you,, face buried in your chest, her moans muffled by your blouse but she was loud regardless,, smacks your ass from time to time just to get you to ride her faster and it feels so good when you drop yourself onto her cock and have her tip kiss the deepest part of your walls.. neither of you caring that your parents might come inside the house at any moment and just screaming each other's name.. only your voices and the sounds of skin slapping against skin being heard throughout the house.. 😳

omgomg being the thoughtful older sister she was, yujin makes sure to pull out of your cunt before coming,, spilling her cum all over her sheets.. she would've liked to fill you up but she couldn't risk any accidents!! 😤 "s-sorry, baby... come too.." she would say with the "🥺" look on her face istg 😭💕 put her hand in between the two of you and starts rubbing your sensitive clit :(( she absolutely got obsessed with the way you clutched onto her shirt and whined "unnie" into her ear while you grind on her hand in pursuit of your release.. and when you came, yujin couldn't describe it as anything but beautiful.. even going as far as to suck on her fingers and swallow up your mess.. another thing about you she got addicted to 🤭

the two of you definitely go at it a few more times though.. and ykw how funny it would be if your parents happened to get held up at work until the next day.. 🫣🫣

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lustfulslxt · 6 months

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In Love - Chris Sturniolo

summary : you're fwb with chris, until you both confess your love

warnings : smutty smut smut

a/n : last ao3 i have finisheddd, might as well feed y'all xx

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it was around 10 o'clock at night and the four friends were gathered in the living room, having a movie marathon. nick and matt were on one couch, under separate blankets with a bowl of popcorn in between them. chris and savanna were on the opposite couch, sharing the same blanket with different snacks to the left of them. they were watching House at the End of the Street.

"this is intense." nick says, pulling his blanket closer to him.

"don't be a baby, nicolas." chris teases him.

"oh kill me! my bad for being affected by suspenseful movies."

the other three laugh at the boys dramatics, resuming their focus onto the tv screen. chris had his hand resting on savanna's thigh and her head laid against his shoulder. it was normal behavior for them, they've always been close friends.

"you smell good." she whispers into his ear.

"do i?" he smirks at her, interlocking his free hand with hers.

"i know, right? way to boost your ego." she quietly chuckles.

he laughs with her and gives her a small peck on her forehead, pulling her closely into him. "thanks, sav."

she just hums and they both go back to watching the movie. it didn't take long for chris to lay down and pull her on top of him. they were still under the blanket, but it was very clear that she was on top.

"what are you weirdos doing?" matt asks with a chuckle.

"cuddling. why? jealous you can't cuddle with me?" chris retorts.

"oh yeah, definitely." matt sarcastically replies while they all laugh.

"aww matty pooh, if you wanna trade me spots, just say that." savanna grins.

he just shakes his head, a small smile very visible, while he pulled nick into his arms. "nope. i got my favorite with me."

chris feigns hurt, before diverting his attention back to the movie, which only lasted a mere few minutes before it was back on savanna. his arms were over and around her, his hands resting on her lower back. her arms were around his waist, and the side of her face on his chest as she watched the tv. suddenly, his hands trailed lower and lower, gripping on her ass. she peeked up at him and noticed a sneaky little smirk on his lips as he pretended to watch the movie.

"you think you're so slick, christopher." she mumbled to him.

"hmm?" he hummed with mock confusion.

"two can play at that game."

after that sentence slipped from her mouth, she slid one of her hands underneath her and took hold of his dick through his sweatpants. he immediately tensed and a smirk came to her lips as well. he slowly relaxed, in attempt to play it off, before giving her a shrug as if to say it didn't affect him.

he began massaging her under the blanket, squeezing and spreading her cheeks. she could feel him stiffening in her hand, and she knew that even if they tried to resist one another, it would still end up with them in bed together.

"you seem to like when i touch you." savanna whispers to chris.

"funny, i could say the same thing for you." he teased her.

"oh really? prove it."

he then stuck his hands in the back of her pants, trailing his hands back between her legs. she was shocked to say the least, not knowing he'd even do anything with his brothers in the same room. but then again, she kind of wasn't surprised because it is chris after all. he swiped his hand through her crack, her arousal soaking his fingers.

he pulled his hand out and put his two fingers in his mouth, sucking her juices off. "seem to be enjoying it to me."

her jaw was dropped and she felt incredibly turned on. first, it's chris and he just sucked her off of him so casually. second, he's doing this in front of his brothers and the risk of being caught made her hot and bothered.

"i like actually want you to fuck me right here and now." she admits, nonchalantly.

he lets out a loud laugh, "i'm not too sure my brothers would appreciate that."

"appreciate what?" nick questions the pair.

"nothing." savanna says quickly, nudging chris who just started laughing.

"actually, i think matty would like it." chris whispers to her, causing her jaw to drop wide open.

"what are you guys talking about over there?" matt asks, noticing the girl's face.

"just about which one of you two would-" chris was cut off with savanna's hand slapping over his mouth.

"don't you dare." she warns, her eyes wide and face flushing.

"i'm like very intrigued now." nick says, sitting up and turning his attention to them.

"i will get up and leave you with a crazy hard on if you say a single thing about this to them." she quietly tells chris, giving him a stern look.

for some reason, nick and matt, think savanna's an innocent angel, and if they knew what her and chris do, that image would be completely obliterated. she didn't want that. she liked keeping their dirty secrets, a secret.

chris quickly shut it down, "nothing. just wondering which one of you would win in bowling."

nick and matt shared a knowing look, before turning their attention back to the other two. they knew that was definitely not the topic of the conversation, but shrugged and let it go, returning their attention forward.

"that was close." chris smirks, "but you can't even lie. the thought of them finding out has got you dripping."

savanna glares at him, pushing up as she stood up, "i'm going upstairs."

while she walked away, the two older triplets looked at chris with confusion while chris tried to hide his smile.

"what's her deal?" nick asks.

"she's just crabby cause she's tired. i'm gonna go see if she needs anything." chris lies, following after her.

upon walking downstairs to his room, chris heard the shower in his bathroom running. he locked his bedroom door and made his way to the connected bathroom. once he entered, he saw savanna undressing. she hadn't noticed his presence yet, so he just took the time to admire her.

"you're really beautiful, you know that?" he speaks aloud, causing her to jump in fright.

"thank you." she says, removing the rest of her clothes until she was bare.

"can i join you?"

she shrugs, "sure, why not?"

she steps under the hot water while chris quickly undresses himself. she had her eyes closed while the water poured over her, only opening them when she heard the shower door click shut. chris stood in front of her, completely naked, his dick throbbing at the sight of her.

she was truly remarkable to him. he loved everything about her, from the way she carried herself to the kindness in her heart. she was irreplaceable, he never wanted to live without her. she's been amazing to him. she's been a great friend, always there for him whenever he needs anything. he loves spending time with her, laughing with her, going on adventures, making memories. she made him feel like he's never felt before.

"can i tell you something?" he quietly asks her.

she furrows her eyebrows, giving him a look of confusion, but nods nonetheless.

he takes a step forward, his hands meeting her waist. he could feel the heat coming off of her and it only pulled him in closer. he cupped her face with one hand while the other went to her lower back, bringing her body into his. he stared into her eyes for a moment, before kissing her deeply and passionately. the two moved in perfect sync, savanna's hands running up his torso and around his neck, into his hair. the hot water poured down on the two, drenching every part of them.

after a minute, chris pulled away, breathless. he placed his forehead on hers with his eyes closed. she had her eyes closed for a moment, before opening them and staring up at him.

she lifted his head, her hand on his chin, "what's up?"

"i'm scared to say it." he admits, biting his cheek.

she frowned and pulled him in for a hug. her arms wrapped around his torso, hands hooking around his neck. she laid her head in the crook of his neck, placing little kisses there.

"i promise you never have to be scared to tell me anything. you're safe with me." she whispered to him.

"i'm in love with you." he abruptly states, causing her to freeze.

she pulls away from him, her hands still holding onto his arms. "you're what?"

he sighed, running a hand down his face. "i'm in love with you. i have been for a while now, but i've always been scared to tell you. i didn't want to make things weird between us and i know you're probably thinking it's gonna be weird now, but i just had to tell you. keeping it inside just felt like a heavy weight on my chest and i couldn't hold it any longer."

when she didn't respond he kept going, "i'm in love with the way you smile and the way you laugh. how when you make that face, your nose crinkles. the way you play with my hair and hold my hand, simply for comfort. the way you, respectfully, don't care about anyone's opinions. the way you're so caring to others. the way you talk, the way you walk. i'm in love with your confidence and your humor. i'm in love with the way you're so supportive and motivating. i'm in love with the way you love."

with every word he spoke, savanna felt like crying. her breath was slowly being stripped from her lungs, in the best way possible. she was in the clouds. without saying a thing, she yanks him into her, her mouth smashing into his. she kissed him with every thing she had in her, like it was the last thing she was able to do.

it got heated fast. no words were spoken, but it was like so much was said. one of chris' hands was on her jaw, holding her in place while his mouth dominated hers. his other hand was sliding down her back, before gripping her ass. savanna had her arms wrapped around his neck, her hands tangled in his hair. she had to stand on her tippy toes to be a good height.

"i wanna fuck you so bad." he whispers to her, his voice deep and raspy.

she pulled her bottom lip in between her teeth, attempting to hide her smile. "what are you waiting for?"

a smirk made it's way on chris' face and he brought his mouth to hers, latching on once again. their tongues glided all over each other, slipping in and out of one another's mouths. chris' hands run up and down her body while her hands tugged his hair.

chris then trails his mouth down her jaw and onto her neck, leaving wet open mouth kisses. savanna was whimpering above him, making his dick twitch. he knew exactly where her sweet spot was, it only taking seconds to find. his tongue flicked over the sensitive skin and he latched his mouth over it, sucked ever so slightly, causing a moan to ripple from her.

"i could cum just from the sound of you." chris tells her, going back in for a kiss.

as his hand grabs her boob and squeezes, she let out another moan. chris moaned back, eager to fuck her. he grabbed his dick and teased her clit with the tip, causing her legs to shake a little bit. without warning, chris picks her up, and smoothly slides inside her.

"ohhh." savanna moaned, sucking in a sharp breath as she hooked her legs around his waist.

chris had his hands gripping her thighs as he started thrusting into her. he leaned into the crook of her neck, putting attention on her sweet spot again. she had her hands on his shoulders and down his back, to better help support herself.

"you feel so good." chris groans, moving to put his mouth back on hers.

their tongues battled for dominance once again, chris winning and exploring her mouth. through his kisses, she was a moaning mess from him pounding into her which only encouraged him to keep going.

he picked up the pace and brought one of his hands in between them, rubbing her clit with his thumb.

"oh my god!" savanna almost yelled, before whispering to him. "i'm already about to cum."

chris immediately pulls out and sets her down, despite her wishes. he set her on the small bench and spread her legs, getting to his knees and putting his mouth on her. his tongue laps her folds a few times before sucking on her clit. he plunges a few fingers in her, pumping in and out at a fast pace.

"i want you to cum in my mouth." he tells her, "then i'll fuck you again."

savanna's hands thread through his hair, tugging here and there. her legs were shaking and multiple moans were escaping her lips as chris devoured her. he was eating her just right, already knowing what she does and doesn't like.

they were perfect for each other, sexually and emotionally. they belonged together, and it didn't take sex for both of them to realize. it just made it that much better.

"mm, i'm so close." savanna whines.

"that's it baby, let it go." chris nods, his mouth right back on her.

with his fingers fucking her, his tongue viciously exploring the rest of her, and his extremely sexy words of encouragement, she couldn't help but release. chris continued fingering her for a moment, bringing her to a full climax. as soon as he pulled his hand away, he replaced it with his mouth. he was sucking up all of her arousal while he began jerking himself.

"that was so good." savanna whimpered.

"i know what you like, babygirl." chris teases, before standing, "come on, stand up."

her legs were still slightly shaking and they felt so weak, so she shakes her head, "i can't."

"stand up or i'm not fucking you."

she whines, pulling herself up, her legs wobbly as she glared at him. he gives her a teasing smile before placing a couple of soft kisses on her lips. he then turns her around and places her hands on the railing above the bench.

"hold this." he instructs, his hands trailing down her body.

he gripped her ass, squeezing it ever so slightly. he then grabbed his dick and slapped it against her cheeks a couple of times. he put it between her crack, sliding up and down, coating it in her juices.

as he positioned himself at her entrance once again, he asked, "you ready?" when she only nodded her head, he pulled away, leaving her whimpering. "use your words, baby."

"yes, please! i'm ready! i want you to fuck me, i need you so bad." she was damn near crying at this point.

as soon as she was done talking, chris slammed into her. her mind was foggy, loud moans and yelps falling from her lips as he started fucking her fast and hard. the sound of skin slapping and both of their moans sounded throughout the downstairs, surely traveling upstairs at some point.

chris had one hand on her waist, guiding her as she pushed back, and the other hand wrapped around a fistful of hair. he pulled her back with it, him leaning forward and attacking her neck with his mouth.

"oh my." she cries out, his face scrunched in absolute pleasure. "d-daddy you're fucking me so good."

she doesn't call him that often, but from how he groans, smacks her ass, and starts railing her, she can tell he likes it and makes a mental note to call him that more frequently.

"yeah, you like this?" he groans out.

"mhm. i love it so much!" she admits, pushing back into him.

his hand reaches under her and he starts rubbing her clit again, causing her to jerk and her mouth to fell open at the overstimulation. her clit was hella sensitive and she was already cumming.

"oh fuck." chris moaned above her, his dick twitching as he then came too.

he continued fucking her, pushing his nut in and out of her, until he couldn't go any longer. he pulled out and leaned against the shower door while she sat against the bench. both of them looked fucked out, faces flushed, breathing heavily, and exhaustion plastered over their faces.

"i'm in love with you too." she pants out. noticing the multiple looks on his face, she continues, "and before you say it's because you fucked me so good, which you did, it's not because of that."

he shuts his mouth, already knowing that's exactly what he was about to say. she grins at him and keeps talking, "i'm in love with how goofy you are. how deeply connected you are with your brothers, how you're a mamas boy. i'm in love with the way you hold yourself, how you're unapologetically you. i love your crazy laugh, i love the way you squeeze your eyes shut when you're super happy. i'm in love with the way that you don't even have to try, yet you still are incredibly amazing. if it was entirely up to me, i'd spend the rest of my life by your side."

chris now stood in front of her, holding her hand as she looked up at him. he pulled her to stand and kissed her so deeply. he was passionate about the way he felt for her, and knowing it was reciprocated, made him feel on top of the world.

"let's get cleaned up and go to sleep."

let's just say, nick and matt don't think she's so innocent now.

a/n : i figured why not just post it now? i know you bitches are thirsty, cause same! please please send in more requests, love you!

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becca-e-barnes · 6 months

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In all my time writing on this website, I don't think I've ever talked about the true healing power of a nutting video with sound from a man you're actually into.

I'm really loving the thought of it with dad's best friend Bucky too. I don't even think it's his style but I think he'd give it a go if you made it clear just how much you'd want to see that.

It maybe starts with you sending him a few naughty photos, just to tease him. Pictures of your ass taken over your shoulder or of your hand cupping one of your breasts, squeezing yourself the way he loves so much.

'You're such a tease.' He sends back. 'You're magnificent. I miss you.'

Heat burns in your cheeks. It's thrilling to be missed but even more thrilling to know the effect you're having on him.

Proud of your work, you close the messaging app, leaving him to go about his day but after a moment, you get another message.

'I want to bend you over that desk behind you, spread your legs and lick every inch of you while you look at your own pretty face in the mirror.'

It's a little filthier than you might have expected from him but in the very best way.

'And then what? What would you do after you've licked me until my legs are shaking?' You fire the message back, feeling the knot of arousal in your tummy begin to twist when you see the little dots on your screen and you know he's writing a response.

'Then I'd make you stand there and watch yourself in the mirror while I slide my tip across your sweet, wet cunt. I'd tease you until you're begging me to slide into you.'

'That wouldn't take long. You know how needy I get.' You smile to yourself as you hit send because you're acutely aware that he knows better than anyone else. You didn't think you were capable of need like the kind you feel when you're with him.

'I do. When you get so horny that you can't even think straight, that's when I'll finally slip my tip inside you and make you work for the rest of it. I want to watch the way you fuck yourself on my cock.'

You almost moan out loud at the thought of him teasing you with just the tip.

'I'll be such a good girl for you. You know I'd do anything to feel you cum inside me.'

'Who says I'll cum inside you? Maybe I'll pull out and shoot my load all over that pretty ass while I look at your face in the mirror.'

While it's not your favourite, the thought of thick streaks of his cum painting your ass still makes you squeeze your thighs together. It's hot to imagine your skin glistening with the evidence of his orgasm; an orgasm that your body brought him to.

'Just like this.' The message comes through with a video attachment and while it's only 17 seconds long, it's everything you needed.

Bucky's lubed hand strokes his cock in a steady rhythm and you hear him groaning your name in the background. "Oh God." He moans, giving himself a few more tugs before he starts shooting stream after stream of his release over his own chest. "Fuck, fuck." He's so lost in the feeling that nothing else matters in that moment. Nothing but draining his own balls to thoughts of you.

After the high dissipates, he gives his cock a few last strokes and then the video stops.

'See what you do to me, sweetheart? ;)' The message makes you proud but now you have a real need of your own to take care of.

#becca writes spice #becca's thots #dbf!bucky #dad's best friend!bucky #dbf!bucky smut #I've been asleep half the day and it's been BLISS #and I'm about to go right back to sleep

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subbyalbedo · 7 months

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Kinktober Day 2 - FEMINIZATION with Tamaki Amajiki

Warnings: smut, feminization, cursing, pegging, bunny lingerie, Tamaki is male but is called girl and has his ass called cunt, reader is afab and uses strap but gets called daddy and refers to the strap as cock, sub! tamaki x dom!reader

It had been on Tamaki's mind for a while. But now that he was finally doing it, he was definitely having second thoughts.

He winced at himself in the mirror, what were you going to think, what if you hated it? You'd think he was weird, this was a bad idea he should just go and change--

He heard the sound of your key in the door, his eyes widening as you stepped into the house. He was about to bolt to the bathroom before you could see anything, but you were already calling out "Tamaaaa I'm home!"

By the time you had gotten to the door of your room, he hadn't been able to move an inch, fear and shame coursing through him.

You opened the door, and you were about to tell him about something completely ridiculous that happened at work but now you can't even remember what happened.

Because there was Tamaki.

Tamaki Amajiki.

Shy, quiet Tamaki. In pink bunny lingerie. With matching ears and stockings.

As you got over your shock, you saw him covering himself with his hands as he stared at the floor, face already a bright red.

"Aw, Tamaki. Is this all for me?"

He glanced up at you, and you tried to hold his gaze as he looked away quickly. "I-I should go change, you don't want to see me like this...th-this was a bad idea, I'll go chang--"

You grabbed his arm as he tried to hurry past you, smiling as he froze to look up at you.

"But Tamaki, you look gorgeous! Why would I want you to change when we've only just started?" You grinned.

"I - you - what -" Tamaki was dumbfounded. You liked this? You actually liked this? You didn't think he was weird, you didn't want him to change?

You caressed his cheek as he gazed at you with shiny eyes. "Now, get on the bed bunny."

He hurried to comply, nearly tripping to please you. As he laid on the bed, you crawled on top of him, taking in his pure beauty.

"You've been bad, hiding this from me, haven't you?"

He nodded hesitantly, not wanting to go against your words.

"Such a bad girl, yeah?" He nearly let out a moan at your words alone, and he did moan when you placed your knee between his legs.

"But I won't punish you, since you're such a pretty little thing. Now, let daddy get his strap." He shivered at your words, he couldn't believe you were indulging in his fantasies.

Once you chose one of your biggest straps, you secured it and pulled Tamaki's pink panties to the side to see his ass.

"Your cunt is so needy, isn't it bunny?" You saw it clench at your words as Tamaki groaned. "You like being a pretty girl?"

"Y-yes." He panted meekly.

"Yes what?" You asked, lubing up your strap.

"Yes d-daddy?" He whimpered as you started pushing a finger into his hole.

"Good girl."

Starting to thrust your finger deeper, you drew moans out of his mouth. He covered his face in embarrassment at the noises he was letting out, but you were having none of that.

You pulled his arm down, sighing at his red face. "You're so pretty, such a gorgeous girl. Don't hide your lovely face, bunny."

He whined, loving your praising words. He started to grind his hips down as you added another finger into his hole.

"Your pussy is so wet for me baby, it wants to be filled to the brim by my cock." You smirked at his reaction, eyes rolling back at your words as you found his prostate.

"Looks like I found your g spot, princess."

He moaned as you thrusted a couple more times, and you decided he was stretched enough.

Pulling out, he let out a little cry at the loss, hips thrusting up slightly.

Positioning your cock at his entrance, you smirked at his appearance. He was so needy, cock straining against the panties that were crooked to make room for you, hair plastered to his face, hands scrabbling at the sheets.

"You ready for daddy's cock?"

He nodded fervently, his bunny ears going crooked on his head.

You slapped hard, right on his wet hole. He jerked, keening at the unexpected pain. "Words, bunny. Even a dumb pretty girl like you knows how to ask nicely."

He gasped as you rubbed your dildo on the sentitive skin around his slicked ass.

"I need your cock so bad, please fill me up, I feel so empty, daddy." Tamaki shyly begged.

In one quick thrust, you pushed most of your cock into him as he let out the most delicious wail you had ever heard.

You set a brutal pace, pulling his hips to yours at the same time you jerked your hips forward, listening to his chanting of 'thankyouthankyouthankyou's coming from Tamaki's lips.

You pushed in, listening to the babblings coming from Tamaki as he gripped on to you.

"You like my cock? Your cunt is just sucking it in, bunny. Such a needy little thing." You didn't think he really heard you, but he let out an extra loud moan, and you could tell he was close.

You fucked him extra hard to bring his to the edge, and you yanked his hair so his head tilted back. With his milky white neck exposed, you sucked on a spot to leave a mark.

"Come for me, pretty girl." You growled, and he followed your orders. He let out a scream, coming right into his pretty panties as his eyes rolled back and his grip on your arms doubled.

You continued to fuck him lightly through his orgasm before laying next to him as he came down.

You petted his hair as he nuzzled into you. He still couldn't believe his luck that you actually indulged in his weird preferences.

As you stroked his hair through your fingers he mumbled a quiet "thank you".

"You're welcome, love. I've been thinking about doing this for a while, actually, so thanks for making in happen."

He looked up at you quickly. "Really? I thought I was the only one."

You giggled at his expression. "If I wasn't into that, I wouldn't have said all those things. But I guess we're both weirdos, right?"

He just smiled, wrapping his arms around you.

"Oh, I got sidetracked earlier, but this really funny thing happened at work today..."

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At first I had no idea where I was gonna go with this fic, but I really like how it turned out! Happy October 2nd!

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latenightdaydreams · 9 days

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Please do part 2 of Mechanic Konig. I'm begging you!!! Your writing is AMAZING! I have to reread your writing every day because I can't get over it 😩

Thank you!!! I'll be writing a lot more this week, so there will be more! I finally made a part 2!!! I hope you enjoy!!🥰

Mechanic!König x Reader Part 2 (fem)

MDNI🔞

Part 1 here! 🚗

Master List!

>cw: fem/afab, pregnancy, p in v, oral

1.4k word count

You sit in your car holding your newest ultrasound pictures. You made a last-minute appointment to see the doctor assuming you might have the flu, but being a few days late on your cycle the doctor asked for you to take a pregnancy test. Once it came back positive you were sent to the women’s health center for an ultrasound. You’ve been celibate for almost a whole year, other than your random hook up with that mechanic… You let out a long sigh before driving off.

You pull up in front of his shop, putting the ultrasound photos in your purse before stepping out of the car. Walking up to the open garage door, it’s almost like déjà vu. There König is wearing a white shirt and jeans, covered in oil. He looks up and meets your gaze for a split second before he looks down, realizing who he just saw, his head snaps back up.

“Y/n?” König speaks softly as if surprised to actually see you again. The last few weeks you’re all he has been able to think about. He’s been waiting for you to call or show back up and now here you are. His eyes drift down your body, taking in how amazing you look, and back to your eyes.

“Hi, König.” You walk closer into the garage. “Are you busy right now?”

“No,” he gently shakes his head. He closes the hood of the car he was working on and grabs a rag to clean his hands off. “Do you want to go to my car?”

Yes, you think to yourself, but you came here to talk. “No, I think we should talk.”

König tilts his head when you say no. He drops the dirty rag on the bench behind him and he looks at your cleavage again before back to your eyes.

“Is your car running okay?”

“Yes, its fine.”

“So, what is it?” He leans back as his blue eyes keep glossing over your body. All he can think about is how good you felt and looked naked in the back of his car.

“Um, so, I went to the doctors today.” The word doctor piquing his interest. “And she did a few tests on me…” You stall nervously not knowing how to tell him. What if he reacts poorly?

“Are you pregnant?” König asks, hurrying your story along.

“I am,” you nod softly, “I have ultrasound photos.”

“You do?” He perks up. “How far along are you?”

“11 weeks,” you go into your bag and pull out the ultrasound photos.

König quickly steps forward and grabs them from you. His eyes glued to the image of a tiny fetus shown on the ultrasounds. He studies every photo, a flood of emotions rushing through him at this moment. He can’t believe he actually got you pregnant.

“I came to be responsible and tell you. I don’t know what I’m going to do-” he cuts you off.

“I said that I would support the both of you and I meant it.” His eyes meet yours. “I have a big house, I make great money, and you’ll never have to work again Schatzi. You can just focus on raising our baby.”

You don’t say anything as you stand there taking in what he has said. Supporting a whole family is a huge responsibility. You don’t even know him, could you really build a life with him?

“You laid down with me, you let me get you pregnant. Please, let me take care of you. Both of you.” He reaches a hand out and gently caresses your upper arm. His eyes showing genuine intent as they fall to your stomach even though you aren’t even close to showing yet.

“We don’t even know each other…”

“We will learn,” He looks back down at the ultrasound photos in his hand. “Please.”

König runs his large hands over your swollen stomach, softly holding it as his eyes watch your growing breast bouncing. Your nipples have darkened and areolas enlarged. You’ve even been gaining weight, making your thighs and ass bigger. Your changing body is a beautiful sight to behold and it’s changing all because of him. Small moans of pleasure leaving his lips as he watching you eagerly bounce on his cock. Since you entered your second trimester, your hormones have been all over the place making you extremely horny. König is loving every second of it.

“König,” you whimper his name out as you feel yourself getting ready to reach your third orgasm.

“Ja, Liebing, there you go, let it out.”

He moves one of his hands down and begins to rub your sensitive clit with his thumb. He moves in slow focused circles making your legs begin to tremble. You slow down and lean forward slightly, letting out loud moans as your velvety walls flutter around his cock. König takes deep breaths and tries to focus his mind to not cum yet, he knows you aren’t done. Once he feels your body relax, he moves his hand away from your clit.

He gently lifts your body and leans back, grabbing a pillow and putting it under your head before laying you down gently. His eyes roam down your body as he bends down to lick your nipples, softly sucking on them as he feels your fingers comb through his short hair. He lines his cock up with your entrance and pushes himself back into you, mouth still latched to your breast.

“Oh yes, please.” You push his head away so he can sit up. “Fuck me harder.”

König nods his head as his hands wrap around your thick thighs, he pulls your legs apart and back making sure to be careful with your baby bump. König can’t believe how beautiful you look; how tight your cunt feels. He can’t believe how he got so lucky with you.

Your eyes trace the shape of his muscular body, seeing how his muscles flex under the light sheen of sweat covering his body. Your hands gripping the bedsheets as he fills your small cunt completely. You feel euphoric burst of pleasure every time he thrust forward; you clench down on him. König lets out a loud moan in response.

“Meine Liebe, I’m going to cum.” König’s voice cracks as he doesn’t slow his motion. His toes curling and eyes fluttering.

“No, please don’t stop, I’m not done yet.” You pant, feeling your next orgasm just beginning to build.

“Es tut mir Leid,” König chokes out as his hands drop your legs and move up to your full breast and squeezes them. His motion slows as his cock throbs inside of you.

Once he finishes, he pulls out and drops to his stomach, placing his head between your legs. He begins to lick your clit, his tongue flicking back and forth causing you to squirm and moan softly. One hand rest on you stomach as the other pushes two fingers into your cunt full of his cum. Curling his fingers up, he begins to finger you, quickly moving his arm. He tastes the mixture of your creamy cunt and his salty seamen.

“Right there, please don’t stop.” You moan in a whiney tone; König loves to hear it.

He doesn’t stop as his lips wrap around your swollen clit and sucks. His fingers rubbing against your g-spot rapidly as your back arches. Listening to you moan out his name as your squeeze his head between your plump thighs he lets out a satisfied groan into your cunt. Finally, you orgasm, he licks long laps up and down your pussy before pulling his fingers out.

He looks up and smiled at you as you lay there catching your breath. He has an air of arrogance about him, being able to make you cum so many times.

“I’m going to go clean up Liebling, I’ll be back with a towel to clean you too.” König leans in and kisses your belly before standing from the bed and going to the bathroom,

Once he was all clean, he grabbed a towel and began to walk back to you in the bedroom. Once there he sees you fast asleep, cuddling the blanket. König can’t help but to smile. He leaves the towel at the edge of the bed and tries to cover you the best he can without waking you up.

König decides to get dressed and goes to the nursery to continue painting, what he was doing before you ask to be fucked. He opens up the can of paint and pours some in the tray. Getting the roller covered in paint, he begins to cover the last white wall in the room with a pale pink color.

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