#they watch him just to see how he's gonna fuck things up next. they eagerly await him getting worse
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he is a blorbo to them
#kuroshitsuji#black butler#ran mao#lau#ciel phantomhive#my art#constantly thinking about how o!ciel just seems to have blorbo status with them#they saved his ass after the r!ciel reveal even tho they didn't need to? that's because they look at him and they see their pathetic meow me#ow#they watch him just to see how he's gonna fuck things up next. they eagerly await him getting worse#he's their problematic fave
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Deja Vu
mattheo riddle x reader
warnings : smut
❃゜・。. ・°゜✼ ゜°・ . 。・゜❃
your back slammed against the wall, mattheo's body pressed up to the front of you as the two of you eagerly made out. you weren't meant to be in this position, but the two of you couldn't seem to get enough of each other.
his hand clung to your waist tightly, his lips hungrily kissing down your jaw then down your neck. he was bound to leave marks that everyone would see for the next few days.
"mattheo," you moaned out.
"yes?" he looked up at you as he pressed kisses down the valley between your breasts.
"we shouldn't be doing this," you said, it was a lie. you most definitely should be doing this. you needed him so bad. the two of you had broken up a few months prior - it was toxic.
there were too many arguments over the smallest and petty things. the two of you eventually had enough of each other and ended things, but the feelings were very much still there - unbeknownst to your friends that you would sneak out most nights to meet mattheo.
they'd be so disappointed if they knew that you were busy getting your brains fucked out every night and not just 'going on a walk to clear your head'.
"if you don't want this, then why are you so soaked for me, hmm?" mattheo's fingers teased you through your skirt.
"shut up," a smile broke onto your face as he smirked at your reaction.
he knew you couldn't get enough of him - no matter how many times you said you hated him. you both knew you both loved each other, and likely always would.
it only made the breakup harder to get over whenever you were having sex with another guy. turns out moaning out your exes name during sex was not the best idea.
you didn't mean to, it simply slipped out. how else were you meant to finish with the thought of somebody else? even fucking others boys wasn't that good. they never filled you or stretched you the way mattheo did.
they didn't know your body the way mattheo did. your sweet spots, the way you love your hair getting pulled, the mix of degradation and praise.
the way that you loved the feeling of getting choked - especially in missionary which mattheo always loved as he always thought it was more intimate.
that and the way he could watch each singular expression on your face as he cause you multiple orgasms within minutes of each other. you would be physically unable to walk for hours - even sometimes days afterwards.
"i need you so bad," mattheo lifted your body and placed you down onto his bed. the only other bed you ever felt safe in.
mattheo took your bra off with one hand, something he had perfected with you. without a second to spare his mouth enclosed itself around one of your nipples, and a hand toying around with the other just the way you like it.
you threw your head back onto the pillow, the way he could satisfy you without always penetrating you was endearing.
"stop teasing," you moaned.
"i thought you loved it when i did that?" mattheo peppered kisses down your stomach, stopping just above your skirt.
"i do but i need your dick in me right fucking now," mattheo obliged happily - whatever you asked, you received.
within seconds he slid himself into, despite the million times you've had sex with him - you could never fully get used to his large size. he was always slow at first as he slid in and out of you, making sure to tease you and have you begging for more.
then he'd work up his pace, his mouth reattaching back onto your nipple, the other hand around your neck as you turned into a moaning, whimpering mess underneath him.
the sounds of you alone made him cum. he would often get himself off to the beautiful sound of you screaming his name when he was alone. the thought of simply your face could get him off too.
"gonna be a good girl for me and cum around my cock?" mattheo panted as he felt himself draw closer to finishing. "look at you, covered in my hickies. only i can give you them, no one else. i want everyone to know you're mine."
-
"no fucking way," pansy's jaw nearly dropped, you looked up at her as you were eating.
"what?" you asked.
"mattheo and cho? what an unusual pairing," you felt your heart break into pieces, mattheo? the same one who was saying he loved you a couple days ago?
"what do you mean?" you looked around the hall and your eyes fell upon the pair. he was sat a couple rows down at your table, cho sat on his lap. you watched as he played with her hair, a hand on her thigh as he spoke to his friends. the same way he used to do with you.
"do you want to leave? i think the breakfast i just ate is away to come back up," pansy lightly laughed, unsure of how to react to you. she wasn't sure wether you were about to explode with laughter, heartbreak or anger.
"yeah let's," you quickly got up from the table and left with pansy by your side.
mattheo's eyes fell onto you as you left the hall, had you seen him? he was desperate to get your attention despite having a whole other girl on his lap.
you had his still fresh hickies on your body - but he was already with another girl. was he playing some sort of sick joke? who does that?
-
you sat on draco's lap, giving him a kiss on the cheek as he spoke away to blaise. "hey baby," you smiled at him.
"hey babe," he smiled back at you, you couldn't help but internally cringe as you pretended to be coupled up with draco.
he was there when you spotted mattheo with cho on his lap, he quickly ran after you and made a deal. he had been wanting some other slytherin girl's attention, and thought it would be an amazing idea if you two pretended to date.
you could make mattheo mad, and draco could then possibly try get with his girl. you were more than happy - belated at the proposal. except for the fact you had to be all lovey dovey with draco.
he was hot to say the least, but 'dating' someone you always thought of as a friend was slightly weird. but it wasn't unexpected as the two of you had your moments where you flirted - only innocently, of course.
draco's hand was on your thigh as you joined in the conversation between him and blaise, some random stuff as usual. you heard someone walk into the room - not even bothering to look as you could already smell the scent of vanilla, cigarettes and a slight woody smell.
mattheo riddle.
he cleared his throat, coughing. this caught the attention of the three of you, all turning around in unison to look at the boy. his fists were clenched at his side, eyes burning into both you and draco.
"didnt know you and malfoy were a thing now," mattheo's words seemed harsh - wether he meant them to be or not.
"nothing official," you flashed mattheo a fake smile.
"yeah, right," he said before sitting down on the sofa opposite the two of you. his eyes didn't leave you once, well, mainly draco's pale hand that was placed extremely highly on your thigh.
"something wrong, riddle?" you tilted your head to the side as you noticed his eyes focused on draco's hand.
"fine," he spat out.
"well, my dorm?" draco asked you and you nodded, wanting to escape the high-tension situation. you got up and fixed your skirt as draco also got up.
draco placed his hand on your lower back, walking you out of the common room. you looked back to see mattheo's eyes burning holes into the back of you. you turned back around, smirking at yourself.
"you think it's working?" you asked draco.
"is that even a question? he looked like he was away to cave my head in," draco sat on the edge of his bed, his arms supporting him. was it bad to say he looked incredibly hot? his school shirt was rolled up just above his elbows, revealing his veins.
"you know what i think would piss him off even more?" you walked over to draco, standing between his legs.
"what's that?" he smirked.
"if we fucked," you placed your fingers underneath his chin, making him look up at you. his hands travelled up the side of your thighs, then stopping at your hips.
"you don't need to tell me twice."
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draco malfoy was a better shag than you originally thought. he pleased you in all sorts of ways - switching between being submissive and letting you ride him to dominate where he pounded any remaining dignity you had left, out of you.
you told him not to be shy on leaving hickies and any sort of marks. he didn't take that lightly either.
"draco are you fucking joking me?! i cant even cover half of these!" you scolded him, your fingers went over the sensitive purple on your neck.
"you told me to not be shy," he shrugged as he slipped back into his uniform.
you rolled your eyes, "draco where are my tights?" you panicked. you nearly flipped his whole room upside down trying to find any sign of the thin black material. you pulled your skirt up from the back of your thighs, spotting the dark red hand marks draco left.
"i didn't even realise you had that in you," you turned around to draco, referring to the large hand marks.
"you wanted to make him jealous," he said.
"jealous, yes, not to murder me or you! he's gonna go apeshit when he sees these!" you said.
"isn't that part of the plan?" draco looked at you confused.
"i suppose. come on now, there's gonna be hardly any food left for dinner," you said and the two of you made your way down to the great hall.
all eyes on you was an understatement. the hall quickly went quiet when you and draco walked in. the two of you still both slightly flushed in the face, the love bites very much visible on your neck.
theodore whistled, "didn't know you had that in you malfoy."
"y/n said the same exact thing," draco smirked and you lightly smacked his arm. "what? i'm not lying."
"shut your gob, i've already had enough of everyone staring," you said before digging into your food. you looked up across the large table, mattheo.
his eyes were on you. did he really just spend his whole time staring at you whenever possible? you put your head back down, awkwardly rubbing your neck.
"round 2 later?" draco smirked.
"don't even think about it, malfoy," a voice said and you looked up. mattheo?? again??
"you're not the boss of me," you snapped back. E
you could see the rage in mattheo's eyes. "we need to talk."
you looked at draco for approval, he nodded and you got up. you and mattheo walked out of the hall, he walked in front of you, well more so sped walked.
"slow down!" you tried to catch up to him.
"what are you doing to me?" he turned around and stopped in his tracks.
"i'm not doing anything," you said.
"yes you are! you're killing me y/n! do you know how it feels to see the girl i'm in love with walk in half an hour late to dinner, clearly having have just shagged the one and only malfoy?!" he took a step closer to you.
you gulped, unsure what to say. his closeness was also killing you. "i didn't think you'd care."
"why wouldn't i?" mattheos eyes softened as he spoke.
"why would you?! you were the one with cho's tongue half way down your throat just two days after we fucked! i know we're broken up but do you really think i don't still have feelings for you? i know you're smarter than that, riddle."
"i was only doing it for a reaction from you! clearly i got one but never did i think you would go and shag malfoy!"
"are you joking me? are we in primary or something? why would you even do that?!"
"i don't know! i thought it was a good idea and i wanted to move on from you - i couldn't just keep hooking up with you and pretend i'm not absolutely in love with you!"
"you're a fucking idiot, mattheo. i know you're a bit stupid but really!" you rubbed your temple.
"i'm sorry, okay? i just wanted you to show you cared but now that i look back i realise it was childish. i really do love you, y/n. i always will," mattheo's face was a mere few inches away from yours.
"i'll never understand you, you know that?" you let out a small giggle.
"oh i know. you're the only one who can put up with me anyways. i missed you, cho was a shit kissed," mattheo said.
"i don't really wanna hear about you kissing another girl right now," you said.
"well i also really don't want to see you with another guys hickies all over your necks but here we are," you rolled your eyes.
"i hate you," you held back a smile.
"i love you too. now let me show you how it truly feels to be fucked."
❃゜・。. ・°゜✼ ゜°・ . 。・゜❃
#mattheo x you#mattheoxreader#mattheo x y/n#mattheo riddle x reader#mattheo riddle#slytherin boys#slytherin#fanfic#harry potter imagine#mattheo smut#mattheoriddlesmut
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stray kids reaction to pegging for the first time:
a/n: ignore any grammar/spelling mistakes, it isn't proofread and probably won't be😭
and as always, 18+, minors dni
Chan:
Okay first let’s talk about how it was brought up,
you probably have to bring it up first
And his reaction? He’d act all blushy and embarrassed, surprised in an almost comical way
like “I-i mean i gu-guess, only if you wanted too tho...”
“I do want to, but also if your gonna watch that typa porn and don’t want me to see baby, delete the browser history”
lmao💀
He’d also say he wants take it really slow, and i mean really slow
talking about how the first time he just wants you to feel around him there, test out the waters but not penetrate him yet, give him a handjob or whatever as you do that
the next time he wants just your tongue,
the next your finger,
then two fingers,
pretty much working up in size slowly until you actually use a strap
he’s very cautious about the whole thing in the beginning, so worried and nervous that it's gonna hurt/he's not gonna enjoy it/you're not gonna enjoy it
but the second you’re actually doing it, ‘feeling around’ as he had called it, he’s already begging for more
yeah, you’d ended up doing all of the carefully week long process he’d set up, every little step, in a single night
The second your hands are on his hole, lube already warmed on your hand, fingers all slippery-
he’s begging for more, shoving his hips backwards in hopes of enticing you more
gripping the sheets, trying to reach for you, heavy breathing and flushed face,
baby boy wasn't expecting for it to feel this good
practically breathless as he pleads with you to just push your fingers inside him
and when you do, he’s going cross-eyed with pleasure, legs instinctually wrap around your hips, pushing you further into him
He can barely even believe how good it feels and how he hasn’t tried this sooner
don’t even get me started on how he reacts when you find his prostate
he’d probably cum just from that and then start begging you to actually fuck him, whining in a half-dazed mess about how he needs it, needs you, needs more
Felix:
All I can say,
Is that he’d pretend to be SO surprised, pretend he had no idea you were gonna bring this up,
Like he hadn’t been dropping hints and waiting for you to smarten up and decipher them all this time
Kinda gives it away though because when you bring it up he’s nodding eagerly, jumping on you immediately
Because you made him wait so long for this
You whisper to him, reminding him that you still need to actually buy the strap
No you don’t.
Surprise, surprise, baby boy’s been ready for this for a long time
He’s had one stashed under your bed in a pretty box with a perfect little red bow for practically forever
(Used for lonely nights on his own and dirty fantasies for a little angel such as himself)
Now he’s obviously used it on himself many times before this, experimenting and dreaming and wishing you’d walk in on him
But it’s nothing compared to when you do it
It feels so much better when you do it
He can’t even contain himself, practically shrieking in pleasure
I’d actually advise you to gag him at that point, he’d look pretty with a ball gag but the way his eyes roll back if you shove your underwear in his mouth is delectably sinful
His nails claw into your back, legs hooking up and around your hips, already drooling from the first thrust
Is obsessed with missionary or the mating press, pretty much any position where you’re face to face and he can see you
Not that he’s doing much seeing with his eyes rolled back
I can’t stop thinking about if you’re wearing a necklace or something, with a charm or whatever tf it’s called
(searched it up and it’s a pendant)
He’d watch it, swaying in front of his face, swinging with every harsh thrust and then he can’t help himself but to lean up and wrap his pretty, soft lips around it
By the end he’s a mess, ruined beyond belief
practically dumb as you try to clean him all up, shivering in sensitivity while also begging for more
baby's got an overstimulation kink 100% and that obvious translates to wanting you to fuck him absolutely dumb, making him cum over and over again until he has nothing left to give, a babbling dumb pretty mess<3
and afterwards,
you’re wondering if it was really worth it playing dumb for so long, pretending you didn’t notice his obvious hinting at everything
Hyunjin:
Baby boy just wants to be filled up, just wants to fucked hard and fast until he’s an incoherent mess
And then he wants you to take pictures of him all ruined
wants you add more photos into the albums in your phone
add to all those compromising photos of hyunjin in a plethora of different positions, with different toys and ropes and you name it, add some more of him sucking on a strap or getting pounded
wants you to send him videos that he doesn't even remember filming, getting ruined with a little message under it saying
'you look so cute<3'
But it’s a fantasy
Only a fantasy
A fantasy that he only lets himself indulge in when he’s alone and pent-up and can’t help but pull out the lube and finger himself
Wishing it was your fingers, wishing it was bigger, wishing that it was more
That you were whispering in his ear, talking to him about how pretty he looked under you
Falling so deep that he can almost believe that’s it’s real
feeling so high off of how good it feels, unable to hold back the noises coming out high and needy as he shoves a pillow under his hips, humping it all the while he continues to scissor his long fingers in his ass
He so, so loud, calling your name, begging for you to go faster-harder
you’re out, you’re not around and no one else is he's allowed to be this loud
But, you are in fact not out, you came back because you forgot something or other and you walk in on this sight
Jesus fuck,
He makes a shocked sound, scared out of him mind when he finally sees you, freaking out and covering himself with the covers,
Beginning to cry quickly from the already emotionally-vulnerable moment he was having
You soothe him, rubbing a hand over his sweat-soaked back, hushing his tears,
And then pull out the strap you’d been specifically saving for this occasion
He’s gonna go wild,
Seems to lose all composure the second you’re inside of him, his brain completely melting,
Not a single coherent thought in there for the time being
Just filthy little noises for more, for harder, for faster, he cannot get enough
And then when he’s almost about to come he starts to cry, long arms pulling you into him,
Burying his face into your throat, whimpering for you to please, please, please breed him in the neediest, littlest voice e v e r
Minho:
Lee Minho
The Lee Minho, wanting to be fucked like a little bitch?
Those where actually his exact words when you found the dildo he’d hidden in your closet,
It sure wasn’t yours, you think you’d know if it was🤨
So who’s could it be?
Other than the only other person living in your house, the only other one that would know to hide their shit in your closet, under the mountain of clothing there
But it was a cleaning day
So you decided to go through it
And found it
Not your’s, but it’s in your stuff
“Minho! Is this yours?”
Stares at it for a solid ten seconds, you can almost see the gears turning in his head, almost hear the bullshit excuse he’s coming up with and is gonna use in approximately 5 seconds if you don’t shut him up quickly
“Do you want me to fuck you?”
That renders him speechless
“….😦”, “no?🥴w-what? What even made you come up with that idea?🙄”
“😐...really?”
“Please do.”
“Thought you’d never ask.”
He’d try so hard to not be vocal, biting down on his lips, covering his mouth with his arm, clutching a pillow to his face
You remove each one, one after another until finally, finally you get to hear his cute noises
His little mewls and moans that follow right after
His quiet keens and grunted out groans
He loves hates it when you comment on them, cooing about how cute he sounds while you rub your hand tantalizingly over his inner thighs
In fact, just touching his thighs might be enough to make him cum alone
but that’s something to explore another day
You gotta be careful too
Because there is absolutely no way that he doesn’t scratch or bite
Starts off with his lips latched on your collarbone in an effort to not scream, his hands holding onto your shoulders for support, his body reacting with every rough thrust
And it ends off with his bunny teeth digging into your skin so hard that suddenly iron taste fills his mouth, his nails dragging down your back so hard that the flesh tears
Aftercare consists of him sitting behind you, disinfecting and bandaging up the shallow cuts and scrapes down your back, neck and collarbone
But you don’t mind in the moment
Probably because you, like anyone, can’t help but he entranced by the man under you
Begging to be marked, to be fucked harder, to be yours
Only yours.
When you hit his prostate all he can let out is a strangled noise set between a keen and a cry, struggling to keep his grip on reality as you repeatedly ram into it him over and over,
“Good kitty.”
And then he’s cumming all over his chest, untouched
Seungmin:
“No.”
That’s it when you ask him
Straight up no, end of conversation, that’s all, goodbye
“…Okay, can I ask why?”
Doesn’t answer you, refuses to talk about the subject, simply not talking when you ask him
But one day he gets curious, not in a horny way or anything, just wondering why you keep bringing it up
Queue pulling up a very nsfw website and searching up pegging
He scrolls through a couple of videos before settling on one
Through the entirety of the 12 minute video all he can imagine is himself as the squirming, moaning man being fucked
and you as the person standing above him, taunting him, asking him if he likes this, likes being fucked like this
The session ends with him in the shower, fingers exploring new places that he had no idea could bring him such pleasure
And as soon as he’s done he’s groaning, cursing himself for not agreeing earlier
Because how the hell is he supposed to bring this up to you?
He can’t find the words, find the way to tell you,
So he doesn’t use words
And you come home one night, calling out for your puppy to come on out, asking him where he is
The only reply you receive is a small “here!” from your bedroom
And fuck, good thing that boy is pretty because he does not need words
Dressed up in some pretty black lacy panties and a sheer robe that you’re pretty sure you bought awhile ago before it disappeared mysteriously
He sits up against the headboard, watching you with lustful eyes
And there, beside him on the bed is a dildo he ordered, the harness for it already attached
You look at it before back at him as he slides down the bed, right in front of you and lays back, spreading his legs
“Fuck me?”
And how can you say no?
He finds out fairly quickly that he REALLY loves it
And also REALLY loves doggy
Jisung:
He brought it up very, very soon
Like, probably on your first date he’s already telling you he likes to be fucked in the ass
or simply just straight up asking you to do it, pulling out a strap from the bag he brought
Promising you it’s clean
And asking if you wanna go to the bathroom
Baby boy is shameless
He’s watched tons of porn, fantasized about being the whining, whimpering boys tied up with a hot dom fucking the absolute shit out of them until they’re incoherent
He’s asked other people to do it to him too
They’ve all said no☹️
And then he finds you,
You who is very open to the idea, at least halfway tempted by the bathroom idea and the other half thinking that there is so many classier ways to go about it
So you say no
And he pouts
But when you bring home that night and praise and degrade him to the point of tears
Well, he supposes he can be patient
He asks you at least once every day, hoping for the time you finally say yes
But you smirk every time, pulling him close and making him shiver before whispering “no.” in his ear
You say it so many times that the one time he asks and you finally say yes it takes him a second to actually comprehend it
To comprehend that what came out of your mouth wasn’t a no
And when you finally do it you’re gonna bet that he’s loud
Like really fucking loud
Gotta-gag-him-or-the-neighbours-will-file-noise-complaints kinda loud
His voice gets so high too, hitting all them high notes🤭
He’d wanna be as close as physically possible, wrapping his arms around your neck, his legs hooked around your waist, pulling your entire body weight onto him
It makes it a lot harder for you to thrust into him but the way he has such easy access to your neck and ears
Whispering the nastiest shit in the entire history of the world
Boy’s got a mouth on him from all that dirty talk in porn
And he does it all while breathlessly nipping at your neck, squeaking when you hit that sensitive spot inside of him
He’d have the cutest fucked out face
Eyes crossed, drool dripping down his chin, tears spilling over his flushed cheeks
But you’d literally have to wrestle to let him to let go of you so you can see him
Little hiccups and gasps are all he can make out as you coo to him about how adorable he looks
All fucked out and ruined by you
If you wipe up his cum and feed it back to him you could probably get him to cum a second time completely untouched
Baby boy’s never gonna wanna do anything else ever again,
Completely cock drunk and completely obsessed
Changbin:
He seems like he’d bring it up,
Extremely shy all the while, muttering something under his breath that you can’t hear
“Pardon baby, what’d you say?
Poor binnie, he’s be all blushy and nervous
*clears his throat* “u-um, could you maybe…peg me?”
HES SO FUCKING ADORABLE😭😭
Anyway,
You’d obviously agree because why would you actually ever say no?
You’d quickly order all the things you’d need and the day they arrive he just happened to not be home
Leaving you the perfect chance to surprise your baby
He’d come in, all tired from the gym and needy, just wanting to let you take care of him
He comes in and all the lights are off, he furrows his brows, setting his bag down and calling out your name about to start flicking the lights on,
When he sees candlelight coming from down the hall
He follows it am the way to the bedroom where the entire room is lit by candles,
And then there you are, lying on the bed, looking up at him
“Welcome home binnie,”
He's confused but you pull him into a kiss and he can’t seem to think of anything other than you as your fingers skim over his body, feeling over the bulge in his pants, your tongue slipping into his mouth
He’s panting by the time you pull away
“I gotta little gift for you…well maybe not so little.”
He practically gapes as you pull it from out of a box he failed to miss on the bed behind you
You rub his hand soothingly, gauging his reaction “if you don’t want to do it anymore that’s fine, you can always chan-“
“-I want it.”
You smile and spin your positions so now he’s the one with the bed behind him
And then you shove him down
“Just tell me if you ever wanna stop baby, I won’t be mad, I promise.”
Fuck him hard and rough
Manhandle him, switching his positions every so often,
He obviously likes missionary and you get the perfect view of his eyes rolling back
Doggy is fun, he gets so much more vocal because of how much deeper you can hit inside of him, but you don’t get to see him
I recommend next time placing him in front of a mirror, not only so you can see how pretty he looks when he’s drooling but also so he can too
gets more ruined from seeing how own reflection
Riding is one of your favourites, watching the poor thing moan, trying to go faster, rougher, hit that one place inside of him but he just needs you to do it
Letting him beg and try and get oh-so desperate before he starts to cry, pleading for you to just fuck him
FUCKING HIM AGAISNT THE WALL
HDJDDGJSKDHHD
MANHANDLING HIM UP AGAINST IT, MAKING HIM FEEL SO SMALL AND BLUSH
BEFORE ABSOLUTELY RUINING HIM
*ahem*
Sorry, that was a bit overboard
I also have a fantasy abt pegging him at the gym but that’s also conversation for another time
IN:
Okay, but I really wanna corrupt him…
Innocent little innie, you have to teach him everything, show him how to make you feel good
Every time you introduce something new to him he’s like “😧people do that??”
And so one day when you pull out a strap, asking him if you can peg him,
well baby boy is completely clueless
But he remembers how good you’ve made him feel, pleasure he didn’t even know the human body was capable of feeling
He agrees with little to no convincing
Ready for whatever you have in plan for him, ready to be swallowed whole by all that is you and everything you make him feel
Sweet doe eyes looking up at you, glassy with sensitivity, wide with wanting
He’d never imagine that he could feel so good filled up
Never thought your fingers scissoring inside him, stretching him open and preparing him for your strap could feel so mind-achingly good
Enough to make his glossy eyes fall shut, for his hands to grip onto the fabric of your shirt, mouth open with small breathy whines filling the room
God, when you press your fingers against his prostate he swears he can see stars bursting across his vision
He can barely think, barely let out the keen that reverberates through his throat, barely breathe
It feels so, so good and he can feel himself melting
But that’s just with your fingers
Once you’ve deemed him prepared enough you pull out, smirk curling at your lips at the whimper he lets out in protest
That quickly shifts into a gasp when you push into him
Goodness fuck, sweet little innie, voice small and shaking,
Hoarse and cracking
“…please~”
Switching positions so he sits in your lap while you lean against the headboard of the bed
Watching his little pants and flushed cheeks,
Drool leaking from the corner of his mouth as he tries his very best not to go completely and utterly insane with how good it feels,
And how much deeper it goes in this new position
Every little shift and movement pressing the head against that sensitive spot inside of him
He’s so needy and desperate he rides you hard and fast, whining when even then it’s not enough, clinging to you like a lifeline
You watch with a bated breath, eyeing each time he moves up,
Unable to tear your attention yo where he teases you and himself, pulling up so just the tip is inside of him before sinking down just as quick, moaning all the while he’s stretched out again, the entire length sliding inside him with ease
Gasping in frustration as his thighs begin to burn and cramp from exertion
Whining as he paws at you, burying his face into your neck, muttering with a shaky whisper to please fuck him
Your hands tease over his body, ghosting over his hips, feeling him quiver on top of you
Before you finally give in
He practically screams when you flip him over again, starting up a hammering pace that he can barely keep up with
All he can do is mewl and whimper, clutching the sheets and letting his eyes roll into the back of his head
“Good baby, doing so good, just keep doing that.”
That’s his breaking point
Looking at him all fucked out and adorable
You can only groan and kiss his messy lips, red from being bitten, shiny with saliva
And think this was all because of you
a/n: btw, if anyone wants to send me in requests for mtl, reactions or hcs i'd love to do them-they're just sm fun to write!
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The angelic peeps (I don’t mind who) with a sinner reader who had been mistaken as angel because of their form. Just them getting shooed inside heaven and ends up being like 👁️👄👁️????
Hell is forever! And Heaven... is also forever?
Adam
Now, when you'd appeared, you had no idea where you were, or what the actual fuck was happening.
So when you witnessed an angelic figure slashing down some creepy little creature, you naturally freaked out.
When you were approached by an angel, if that angel shopped at forever 21.
The Goth angels having their weapons drawn you'd freeze, the two freezing as they stared at you.
"The Hell are you doing here?" One would as with a disnctly feminine tone.
You, completely off guard, would blurt out. "I'mmm... lost?" You speak, feeling like you were playing the greatest gamble of your life.
The two would look at each other for several moments before one would sigh. "Great, a normie?"
"We sure they're a Winner?" The second Angel spoke.
"Mmmm." The second hummed. "You ever seen a Sinner look as good as them?"
The second placed a hand to her chin. "... Nah."
The first groaned, rubbing her oddly yellow Gray face. "If this gets out, this is gonna be a mountain of paperwork."
"Uhhh, we don't have paperwork." The other hummed, raising a brow.
"Yeah well, if Adam finds out about this he'll make us sign autographs for him for the next 3 weeks."
"I don't know why he does that, he's the only one that uses them."
As the two grumbled between each other, you just stood there, waiting and unsure of what to do as the two bitched back and forth.
After a while more of this, they'd snap to you.
"Alright, fine, come on then." The angel grumbled, walking over to you.
You didn't get to react before she suddenly grabbed you, flying up into the air and scaring the crap out of you. It took a minute but they flew you through the massive hole in the sky.
She placed you on the cushy cloud like road, the Angel hushing you as she snuck you past St. Peter, popping open the gate and shoving you inside.
"Look, you didn't see anything. I didnt see you. You didnt see us. Got it!?" She asked coldly.
You just nodded back, the woman glaring at you before shutting the gate, leaving you... somewhere.
That answer was quickly, well, answered, as turning around you found yourself in... Heaven.
Oh, well that's...
Wait?
HEAVEN!?
Did you just... luck your way into heaven?
Apparently you did as you were quickly welcomed into heaven, the populous eagerly welcoming you.
And well... it was Heaven!
Everything was fun and carefree and there was So. Much. Singing!
It'd be when you attended a rock show, you eagerly watching as Adam himself played lead, the whole thing incredible.
Youd somehow end up behind the scenes after the show, a variety of virtue Winners all flaunting over the Band members, especially Adam, the man surrounded by Winners.
Of course, your appearance instantly caught his attention, the man perking right up and the next thing you knew the man was all over you, the man boldly chatting you up.
Now, Adam was... well, he was a prick, but he had a charm to him when he w a s trying to be charming, the man a mix of complements and criticisms, the man always sure to play himself up.
Now, look, your not entirely proud, nor ashamed, but well... you fucked.
And admittedly... it was pretty good. Adam was a dick but, well, he knew how to use his... mostly.
And that's how you fucked the first man.
Now, you have no doubt his initial interest was all about your physical appearance, after all, your body had been what got you into heaven in the first place.
Now you'd think after that first night you'd never see the Man again, expecting to be another one of his 'conquests', before he moved along on.
Okay, so yeah, you had his number.
And yeah, he regularly called you up for a booty call.
But its not like you totally hung out after said booty calls. Eating takeout and casually chatting.
Or just laying on his belly as you scrolled your respective phones, neither of you saying anything as you just chilled.
And you totally didn't perk right up when you saw his caller ID, greeting him as 'dickmaster', the two of you flirting hard before you'd end up at his place.
And sure, you had a drawer at his place, and a pillow, not to mention a bathrobe.
...
...
...
Well fuck.
Okay, yeah, so you were, uh, 'going steady', not that the first man would admit as much, but yeah, things were, well, fun.
Sure Adam could be a dick, but with some strick words, and a smack across the face, the man was surprisingly apologetic. Like, he was still a dick, and an ardent one at that, but behind closed doors he was amazingly simple, the man quite chill as you enjoyed each other's company.
Now, you'd always kept your status as a sinner hidden, I mean, it's not like anyone suspected you, how could a sinner end up in heaven, am I right?
But you were in Hell, and well, he wasn't super open about it, but it was clear Adam detested the Sinners, the man proudly speaking on how much he despised them.
Your relationship would develope on for several months before he noticed something off with you.
"Where's your Halo?" He'd ask so causally after you'd both chewed down on some Chinese food.
You'd freeze, mind rushing as you thought up a valid excuse, going over the several you'd made up in a paranoid stupor.
"It... uh, it's kinda ugly, I keep it stored away."
The man stared at you for several minutes, before shrugging, the two of you going right back to how you were.
And so, you went on for several more months like this, growing even closer, spending a great amount of time with each other.
It'd be one day as the man goes on and on about 'filthy sinners' you unsure how to react, as on one hand you kinda were a sinner, but on the other you could go the rest of eternity without ever broaching the subject.
But well, why make things easy.
So you brought it up, asking him what he really though.
Unsurprisingly, the man had not a kind word about them, so you asked cooly what if you were a sinner?
Of course, you asked it in a flirty tone, the two of you quickly getting playful.
He'd tell you how he'd have to 'punish' you, giving you his 'righteous sword', the two of you having some especially nasty sex.
Your life was good, you and Adam got closer and closer, to the point you ended up moving in with him.
Everything was perfect... and then it wasn't.
You'd been found out. Over something so simple too.
Your blood.
You'd cut your finger.
You bled.
Their blood was gold.
Yours wasn't.
It hadn't come up, but one of the seraphim noticed, and... well.
The courtroom was something.
Adam losing his shit over this whole thing, while you just kept quiet.
Eventually you'd confess, telling them how you'd been ushered in during an extermination, you honestly not even sure where you were supposed to be.
You'd apologise to Adam, in tears as you told him you loved him, and that you never meant to cause any of this.
Now, it wasn't just a one sided argument, Adam as well as many of your friends came to your defence, many pointing out how you'd fit right in in heaven for ages, and now all of a sudden it was an issue?
That would certainly cause some issue amongst Heavens leadership.
Adam was especially vocal, saying he hated Sinners more than anybody but you clearly weren't like the other scum that get spit out into Hell, you were... special.
Now, there's 2 ways this could go.
1. Heaven simply doesn't care, expelling you from Heaven leaving your friends and Adam to fight for you. I doubt Adam would fall for you, but he'd certainly keep fighting for you, ironically, in this timeline, Adam would 100% be on Charlie's side. Man absolutely all for redemption.
Especially if you joined the hotel, you kinda being proof Sinners could live in heaven.
It'd be quite the star crossed lovers situation, the both of you from different worlds, doing your absolute best to be reunited.
Or 2. You'd be put under 'house arrest', you being restricted to a very limit area, I.e. Adams apartment, the two of you under guard most hours of the day while they 'figured things out'.
And youd basically spend all your time with Adam, the two of you growing even closer, and again, he'd be on Charlie's side this time around, man eager not so much to work with Hell, but to see if there was a way to get you in heaven permanently, he'd bloody well fight for it.
Emily
Showing up to heaven, you'd quite literally run into her, meeting Emily, the young Seraphim eager and always happy to meet a new resident of heaven.
Especially one as appealing to the eyes as you were.
You'd have some fun moments, the girl eagerly showing you around.
Funnily enough, that'd keep happening.
You'd find her randomly, or she'd find you, the two of you bumping into each other often as she showed somebody around.
And so, you'd tag along, the two of you often showing new residents the ins and outs of heaven. You gaining quite a large pool of friends for your efforts.
The two of you would steadily grow closer through this, spending lots of time together, you'd developed a fairly flirty relationship, as while she was undoubtedly innocent and pure, she wasn't above some playful flirting, though she always kept it wholesomely chaste.
You'd spend more and more time together,
Spending long periods together, you'd grow closer and closer, you and Emily developing quite the... ship.
I say 'ship' cause it wasn't quite a friendship, nor a relationship. You were in a limbo between the two.
It'd be one day after you stood up for her with a particularly rude arrival, the man seemingly loosing his mind.
Not all too odd. People had very different reactions to finding out they're dead.
But it'd be as you helped her too her feet, gently cupping her face that you'd ask her out on a date. Like, a date-date, kinda date.
And with that adorable blush of hers, she'd agree.
It was a simple affair.
You'd take her to dinner, a simple, humble dinner. Nothing crazy or over the top, just an intimate little thing.
Just like your relationship.
And after walking her home, you started dating with a warm kiss, and not much really changed.
You still spent all day together, showing arrivals around and just having fun.
But now~ you got to kiss. And you had date nights. Your relationship and romance only growing stronger by the day.
You'd actually end up telling Emily about you being a sinner.
It'd be something you wanted to tell her for ages, you telling her about everything.
How you were in Hell, and ended up in heaven, and you'd been there for so long you honestly didn't know where you belonged.
Emily of course was sooooo supportive, the woman promising to keep your secret, swearing to protect you.
You'd honestly live a very happy life with her, the two of you happy with just each other, even as you hid your past, constantly paranoid somebody would realise it one day.
Now there's kind of two ways this could go.
The first; your found out and Emily gets exposed for hiding you. A very serious action, though teeechically not illegal as it'd never been done before.
But still, knowingly hiding a sinner was a serious offence.
So, it could go two ways, either heaven realises that you aren't this evil monster, likely confining you to your home, monitoring you at all hours, likely only letting Emily visit.
It'd be tough, but upon Pentious' redemption the question of you being opened again, Emily being even more eager this time round.
Or they outright exile you, Emily potentially getting into trouble due to it.
Regardless of what happened, you and Emily would love each other, through thick and thin.
Lute
NOW!
I think we all know Lutes opinion on Sinners, an opinion she'd make sure you knew.And while it was a major insecurity for you, terrified she'd find out.
Of course, Lutes wouldn't believe it possible, you being a sinner. You were waaaaay to attractive to be some filthy Sinner.
Yet outside of that, you had such a passionate romance, the two of you doing many, MANY unholy deeds in the bedroom.
Your romance was... let's say physical.
Lute was a dominant individual, forced to be when dealing with Adam most days, as such, easily took charge of most situations.
Now, you'd keep your past hidden, naturally, not wanting to destroy your relationship.
The purges would be... a contentious point. The girl no doubt telling you, either directly or indirectly, and while she thought little of it, it would shake you, knowing the person you loved relished killing souls so avidly.
Lute... well, she'd certainly have a reaction to this.
Having the person she loved challenge her beliefs would leave her a little off guard, the woman forced to really reassess her beliefs.
Now, I don't see her genuinely changing those beliefs entirely, but I could see her toning them down, the woman maybe even a little compassionate to their plight.
Now... there's a reasonable chance Lute would figure out what you were, despite your good looks, the woman has first hand experience with Sinners, so she'd know far better then most on what a sinner looks like.
But she also wouldn't care too much to pay attention to what makes a sinner a 'sinner'.
But... well, it'd come out eventually.
Likely you telling her, confessing to her that your not sure if your supposed to be in Heaven or Hell, Lute completely caught off guard.
She'd likely outright ignore it, shrugging it off, believing it all a misunderstanding. And if you pushed the subject she'd shut you down, telling you not to talk about it.
But it'd be as you held her to your chest, the woman crying as she sat in your lap, arm missing.
You'd tell her your sorry, that you love her, but you were a sinner, and that you understood if she despised you, but you couldn't live a lie anymore.
And so, after caring for her, ensuring her arm was cared for, you'd turn yourself in
Ironically just as Pentious was reincarnated and well, the next step would be on Lute.
Hey y'all, I wanna thank you all for 4 THOUSAND FOLLOWERS!!! I am so honoured so many have deemed me good enough to follow.
(I do want to apologise for taking so long, I've been dealing with a tremendous amount of personal issues and haven't had much time for writing.)
But seriously, I wanna thank every last one of you for being here and supporting me. I love every last one of you and I hope my content has helped at least one of you feel better.
P.s. I would have done more angelic character, and might in the future, but I was drawing a blank and wanted to get this out asap.
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AHH I luv Rich w a shy reader 🤭 Could u maybe do him taking shy!readers virginity ahahhsjdhebskfj
˗ˏˋ 𝐑𝐈𝐂𝐇𝐈𝐄 𝐓𝐀𝐊𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐒𝐇𝐘!𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐃𝐄𝐑'𝐒 𝐕𝐈𝐑𝐆𝐈𝐍𝐈𝐓𝐘 ˎˊ˗ | starring richie tozier
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~smut!~
[𝖜𝖆𝖗𝖓𝖎𝖓𝖌𝖘:] mentions of prep fingering, oral (fem receiving) p in v, praising, just soft smut in general, sorry guys no filthy kinky stuff here this time <3
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⋆ ˚｡୨୧˚ I think Richie actually would have took time to think out how he'd have sex with you for the first time, which is a first because Richie barely ever puts thought into anything. But really, that's only because joking about having sex is one thing, but actually doing it is like a different thing entirely.
⋆ ˚｡୨୧˚ Truth be told, Richie was nervous as fuck.
⋆ ˚｡୨୧˚ You're a virgin, he's a virgin, neither of you have ever done anything remotely sexual, so how the hell is he supposed to do this? He'd been talking a big game about how big his cock was for weeks now, what if his dick isn't actually as big as he thought it was?
⋆ ˚｡୨୧˚ Ultimately, he decided the best course of action was to do something romantic to make you feel comfortable. He invited you over when his parents weren't home, and right away you notice that he actually cleaned his room and had done a half decent job at combing his hair (which like, that's fucking pointless cuz like it's gonna end up messy anyways-)
⋆ ˚｡୨୧˚ Richie started off slow, putting his hands on your shoulders while he gave you an oddly sensual kiss. Usually he just kissed you kind of roughly, which usually lead to a French kiss. But not this time.
⋆ ˚｡୨୧˚ When he finally got down to knitty gritty, he was very careful, because he knew how shy and easily anxious you were. He was sure to ask you if certain things were okay before he actually did them, and asked for your preferences beforehand.
"Hey doll, can you touch here?"
"Is it okay if I put my hand there?"
"Do you want the lights off? It's totally fine if you do, but just so you know you're perfect and I'd love to see if you if you'll let me."
⋆ ˚｡୨୧˚ If you wanted the lights off, he'd respect your wishes immediately and flick them off. His breath would hitch as you slowly allowed him to take your clothes off, one piece at a time. His mouth would greedily yet slowly trail kisses along your stomach and breasts while his hands stroked and rubbed at your thighs.
⋆ ˚｡୨୧˚ He'd make sure to meet your eyes for consent as his hands ran up your thighs and thumbed at the button of your shorts. As soon as you nodded, Richie would eagerly unbutton and unzip them, tugging them down your legs in a slow, yet clearly excited gesture.
⋆ ˚｡୨୧˚ He would place a kiss over your panties before pulling them down as well and gently lapping his tongue over your clit, eliciting a moan from you. He wasn't entirely sure what he was doing? But based on the noises you were making, he assumed that was a good thing and continued with it for a few more minutes before slowly pulling his mouth away, his lips swollen and wet from your juices, before slowly inserting a digit or two between your folds to prepare you.
⋆ ˚｡୨୧˚ Richie would carefully watch your face, see the redness on your cheeks as you anxiously glanced at his bedroom door as though you were afraid someone would hear the lewd sounds and suspect what you and Richie were up to.
⋆ ˚｡୨୧˚ He was quick to assure you.
"Hey, babydoll, just focus on me, okay? My parents are out, no one will hear you I promise. Just me, baby. Don't worry your pretty little head about it. All good, I swear."
⋆ ˚｡୨୧˚ When he was finished prepping you with his fingers, he slowly undressed himself and removed his glasses with shaky hands. He took his time rolling a condom onto his length. He told himself it was so you had time to prepare, but really it was because he was nervous as all hell.
⋆ ˚｡୨୧˚ Soft, gentle strokes the whole time. His eyes are crinkled in pleasure while he breathes heavily and moans shakily. He's barely able to think straight, but he manages to ask how you're doing.
"Are you.. fuck, oh God oh fuck yeah.. you okay, baby?"
⋆ ˚｡୨୧˚ When you're both finished, expect Richie to be all over you, in the cuddly, I wanna spend the rest of my life with you, kinda way. After your first time, he'd be more protective over you, mostly because he feels more connected to you than he's ever felt.
[A Note From Zee]
So, I'mma take a bit of a break on taking requests (since my inbox has like five more I have to answer, which I will get to I promise), but I have some ideas I wanna do first, thank you. My next post is probably going to be a Yandere Alphabet post since I saw someone else do it and decided I wanted to do it so. Look forward to that.
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Riding sub!Ethan's face 🤭🤭🤭🤭🤭
a lil bit of mean!reader bc why not 🤭
it had been a long… and hard day. ethan was being nothing but a brat to you, rolling his eyes at whatever you had to say, and genuinely just pissing you off.
so now here you were. ethan was tied to your bed, both of his hands tied to their respective bedposts. he was whining, like usual. you had edged him multiple times by this point, his slick cock appearing red with anger.
“please… mommy… please fuck me… n-need it… need you…” he would mumble out, tears staining his pretty red cheeks.
usually you would give in to his crying, your sweet boy usually being so good for you… so caring, wanting to please you the best he could, he would do absolutely anything for you.
“that’s too fucking bad, baby. you aren’t getting anything tonight.” you respond. to this, he lets out a loud yelp and pulls on his restraints, but to no avail. you were fully clothed as well, which was frustrating him even more.
“please- fuck! need to see you… please mommy? i’m so sorr- i’m so sorry…” he cries out, sobbing at this point. “i’ll make it up to you, i promise!”
“yeah, you are gonna make it up to me, pretty boy.” you say as you slip off your pretty pink underwear, leaving your short skirt on.
he watches you carefully, trying to sit up fully. ethan starts to sweat with how much struggling he’s doing, only to realize the futility of his efforts. he eventually lets out a loud sob as his tears stream down his flushed cheeks and sweat begins to drip down his body. “i’ll do anything, anything at all, just please-“ he says, stopping suddenly as he tries to figure out what to say next. he gulps. “please just untie me, okay? p-please. i’ll never be bad again, i swear. just please!”
you laugh at how pathetic he looks right now. “and how am i to trust you, hmm?”
ethan pauses, his head dropping down as he tries to think of an answer. his voice cracks and trembles as he finds the words to say, his eyes still darting to the side. “what-whatever you need, anything! i’ll do anything!” he cries out desperately, hoping whatever answer he gives will let you finally free him. “i-please, anything..”
“anything, huh?” you ask, smirking mischievously. he doesn’t speak, just nods his head ‘yes’ eagerly. you walk over to where his head lay on the bed, your panties still in hand. you stare at him for a quick second, and then harshly stuff your soaked panties into his mouth. he lets out a load moan and his eyes roll into the back of his head once he gets a taste of your sweet juices.
you laugh at how worked up he is. after a few more seconds, you take your panties out of his mouth, and slowly drag it down his torso, the feeling of the lace making his cock jump. you wrap your panty-covered hand around the base of his cock, and give it a nice squeeze.
“n-nghh- fuck…” he starts breathing heavily, trying to speak but can’t seem to get it out. you start slowing jerking him off, the feeling of your hand and your lace panties almost too much for him.
“n- no, no, no, no!” he screams and pants once you stop. he was so, so close…
“aww, you poor thing… you really thought i was gonna let you cum?”
he pouts, his bottom lip quivering, and tears pool in his eyes. “m-momma… please… you’re being s-so mean..” he cries out.
you slap his cock lightly, making him yelp and jump away from your hand, tugging at the ropes again. “i wouldn’t be so mean if you just learned to behave!” you say through gritted teeth. “now,” you continue. “if you wanna be redeem yourself and be a good little boy, you’re gonna have to do something for me.”
he begins nodding eagerly, his eyes widening and his tears stopping. “yes! yes, yes, yes! anything! anything for you momma..”
you smile, glad that he’s not putting up more of a fight. “i wanna ride your face, baby. think you can handle mommy riding your pretty face?”
his eyes widen, and his cheeks flush red. as he imagines you on top of him, your plush thighs squeezing his head while he tastes you, he forgets to respond.
while the gears are turning in his head, you climb on the bed and straddle his torso, your dripping wet pussy making contact with his hot skin. he finally looks at you, and he feels like he could cum by just this feeling alone.
“what’s going on in that dumb little head of yours, hmm?”
he lets out a small whimper, adjusting his lower half, trying to feel something, anything. he’s losing control. “i want you to ride my face, momma. please- shit… please… let me taste you.” he almost starts crying again, afraid you’re gonna deny him the pleasure of being able to devour your pretty pussy.
“good boy..” you reward, and his eyes flash with excitement. you slowly make your way up his chest, stopping just below his chin for a second. he can’t see your pussy yet, it being shielded by your skirt. god, he wishes that he could be free from the ropes, rip your skirt off, and eat you out until tomorrow. he can smell you, and he lets out an almost animalistic groan.
“you ready, e?”
“please… i’m ready, mommy!” he says, frustration laced within his voice. you let it pass though, wanting to finally give your boy something he desires. you lift your legs up and over his arms, bringing them on either side of his head, and your pussy is now in full view. he groans again, and thrusts his cock into the air, feeling so hot and bothered.
“fuck, momma… your pussy is so… fucking pretty. let me taste you… please..” his voice shakes, and you can barely hear him. you raise your skirt up a little, so that you can see his face. his eyes are locked on his prize. you slowly lower down on him until you make contact with his mouth.
“mmm…” he hums into you, sending vibrations throughout your lower half. your mouth opens as you gasp, and you almost grind down onto his face fully. he starts by licking your clit, long stripes up the sensitive bud. he’s whimpering and moaning like a bitch in heat, making your pussy drip with your slick. you decide to experiment a little and shift forward. your clit makes contact with his nose and his tongue immediately slips into your wet hole.
“fuckk, e!” you yell, breathing heavily. it’s taking everything in you to not start humping his face. “doing so good for me, baby. making mommy feel so good..” you moan out. he starts sucking and licking every section of your cunt, like he can’t get enough. he alternates between fucking you and flicking your clit with his tongue. your stomach tightens and burns and you know you’re almost there. it feels too good, and you start grinding onto his face, not caring at this point and just wanting to reach your high. your thighs squeeze his head and he cries out, absolutely devouring you. you bend over backwards slightly and place your hands on his torso for support, continuing to grind onto his face. ethan starts humping the air, your sounds and your taste beginning to overstimulate him, and he feels so fucking good.
“yeah, yeah, e. right there, right fucking there! ‘m so close baby… momma’s gonna cum on your face, dirty boy…” you cry out, grinding faster. he hears your voice and starts humming while making out with your delicious cunt, and it sends you over the edge.
“fuuuuuuck! im cumming, baby! im cumming! shit!” you yell out as you finally reach your high. you didn’t realize ethan was fucking the air behind you.
once you come down from your high, you quickly get off of ethan, afraid you’ll actually suffocate him. he looks so fucked out. his face is red, his eyes are red and puffy, tear streaks running down his cheeks, and your juices drenching the lower half of his face, dripping down his neck.
“you did so well, baby.. such a good boy.” you let out a satisfied sigh. and get off of him, straddling his torso again. however, you make contact with a warm, wet substance, that definitely isn’t your cum… you look behind you, and see white droplets of ethan’s cum all over his belly.
“ethan? did you just fucking cum without my permission!?”
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late night with choso drabble <3
i’m whipped for this man so reader is infatuated with him sorry not sorry + nsfw content <3
choso knew how sleepy you must have been—running around all day but it didn’t stop you from doing what you did. giving him an opportunity like this was something he just couldn’t resist saying yes to. even when he made sure to ask multiple times if you really want this and if you’re comfortable—always so thoughtful it was too cute.
the way you kissed his lips and felt up his body always made him so hot and needy. it was no wonder choso often found himself in situations such as these with you being such a temptress he couldn’t resist. feeling the lovely plush of your ass continuously rub up against his crotch made choso think less about the situation on more on how good it all felt. he bites his lip while he stares down to see you with the most upmost perfect arch. a slutty arch, you knew what you were doing. teasing him, swaying your hips against his crotch to feel him underneath his sweats.
“i just want to ask one more time, are you sure you’re okay doing this?”
“yes cho just fuck me already i’ve been waiting all day”
you turned your head to the side to speak already having to answer his same question several times and we’re growing impatient. you hear him sigh and watch him from what little you can see with your head turned.
“alight baby you’re gonna have to stop teasing me if—“
he heard you giggle out as you continued to grind against cho, just trying to rile him up even more. he faked an angry pout as his large hand grabbed at your waist band, pulling down your pants as you eagerly waited, grabbing at the sheets. pulling your panties to the side, choso instantly felt your pretty pussy up with 2 of his fingers making you press in more to his touch.
“feels good?”
he asked, already knowing the answer but loving when you spoke to him when he was making you feel good.
“y-yeah keep going”
you voice was a little shaky just from a few touches and you couldn’t help your embarrassment. putting your face into the pillows as you went back to trying to grind on choso again.
“being so needy baby”, choso sighed, running his hand through his hair as his other hand took his hard cock out from his sweats. “can tell you’ve been waiting all day” he says, tapping the enlarged tip on your wet pussy, making such lewd sounds you loved. lining himself up, he gently yet firmly pushed in, hearing a long gasp come out of you as he watched your back arch even more at the feeling.
once choso had a steady rhythm going, you didn’t hold back any sounds you had. unapologetically moaning your boyfriends name and telling him how big and good he was. knowing praise was one thing that kept choso motivated. he grabbed at your hips, trying his best to keep you in place but with the way you constantly tried to move back onto his cock, it was pretty ineffective. pushing your hair over the one side to once again get a look at choso from the angle you were at and you couldn’t help yourself from staring. his pretty, focused eyes and messy hair made you even more turned on, not only that, but his large muscular arms with held you in place—it was like he was asking for you to beg him to manhandle you <3. you called out his name once more and this time chosos eyes turned to your face. and god with the way you looked, he immediately cursed at the sight.
your lips are parted and all glossy and eyes half-lidded. he’s sworn he’s never seen you look so beautifully lustful. sure he loves missionary and when you ride him but something about this view of you made his mind swirl with all kinds of thoughts he won’t be able to keep out of his head for the next day he’s sure.
just that look in your eye, all adoring and infatuated like he could ask you anything in that moment and you’d say yes.
“fuck, please keep looking at me like that i’m close..”
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wearing a short skirt in front of jeno to see his reaction! 😙
as you entered the room, jeno’s eyes immediately lit up with desire, his gaze trailing over your exposed legs, clad in a short black skirt that hugged your curves in all the right places. the fabric swirled around your thighs with every step, teasingly revealing glimpses of your lace panties and the curve of your ass cheeks.
you could feel his eyes on you, the heat of his gaze sending a shiver of anticipation down your spine. with each glance, you caught a hint of hunger in his eyes
"trying to drive me insane, huh?" he growled, pulling you into his embrace, his hands roaming over your body.
"maybe," you teased, biting your lip seductively as you pressed yourself against him, feeling his hardness pressing against your thigh. "is it working?"
"oh, it's definitely working," he murmured, his voice low and husky as he kissed your neck, his hands sliding up your thighs.
as jeno’s gaze lingered hungrily on you, you could sense the growing tension between you, the desire simmering just beneath the surface. his hands were already reaching for you, his touch sending a jolt of electricity through your body as he pulled you closer, his hardness pressing against you with a delicious urgency.
“i know we were never gonna make it to the party,” you teased, a mischievous grin playing on your lips as you trailed your fingers lightly down his chest. but just as you thought he would take you right there and then, he suddenly backed away, leaving you confused and craving more.
the next thing you knew, you were at the party, the music thumping loudly in your ears as the room swirled around you in a haze of drugs and alcohol. bodies pressed against yours as you danced, the heat of the crowd only adding to the fire burning between you and jeno.
his hands were everywhere, his touch possessive and demanding as he pulled you close, his fingers digging into the soft flesh of your ass cheeks beneath the short skirt. you could feel the heat of his body against yours, his hardness pressing against your thigh as he ground against you with an almost primal need.
soon, you found yourselves alone on the sofa, the heat between you becoming too much to resist. without a word, jeno pulled you onto his lap, his hands eagerly grabbing your ass as he positioned you above him.
"ride me," he commanded, his voice dripping with need as he guided you onto his length. "let me feel you bounce on my cock right here, right now."
you obeyed eagerly, your hips meeting his in a rhythm as old as time. your skirt rode up with each thrust, exposing more and more of your skin to his hungry gaze.
"fuck, you feel amazing," jeno groaned, his hands gripping your hips as he watched you, his eyes dark with desire. "bounce on me harder, baby. show me how much you want it."
you moaned in response, feeling the intensity building with each movement. the sounds of the party faded into the background as you focused solely on the feeling of him inside you, filling you completely.
"that's it," he encouraged, his voice rough with lust. "let go, baby. let me feel you come apart on my cock."
with a cry of pleasure, you let yourself go, the world narrowing down to the feeling of him inside you, driving you to the brink of ecstasy. you rode out your climax, your body trembling with pleasure as he held you close, his own release imminent.
as you reached the peak of ecstasy, your body quivered with pleasure, your moans filling the air as you surrendered to the overwhelming sensation of release. but even as you came, you couldn't bring yourself to stop bouncing on his cock, your hips moving in rhythm with your pulsing desire.
your lips met in a passionate kiss, the world around you fading away as you lost yourself in the heat of the moment. every touch, every caress sent waves of pleasure coursing through your body, driving you to new heights of ecstasy.
moans escaped your lips, muffled by the intensity of your kiss as you continued to ride him, your movements fueled by pure desire. with each thrust, you felt yourself teetering on the brink of ecstasy, your senses overwhelmed by the sheer intensity of the moment.
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Pillow Talk
Content: Aki misses you, so he pretends his pillow is you. Disclaimers: 18+ Minors DO NOT interact. Afab x reader. No pronouns used. Pillow humping. The word pussy, pet name baby. Some dirty talk. Some softness at the end, I love you’s. No plot, just Aki smut. Word count: 731
Aki grabbed his pillow quietly, the fabric soft and cool. It had been such an exhausting day and the long, hot shower he just hopped out of hadn’t alleviated his stress.
Pulling it between his naked thighs, he slowly begins rocking his hips, a small sigh of contentment leaving his mouth. Rolling his head back, his damp hair falls back from his face. The TV hums from the living room behind the locked door of his bedroom, and he feels comfortable enough to take his time.
Hoisting himself up with his knees, he rolls his hip forward a few times, dragging his balls across the smooth linen…just barely.
Oh fuck, it feels so good.
You had an early start the next day at work, and as much as he wanted you to stay the night at his place, you couldn’t. Aki didn’t want to make you feel guilty, but his heart sank when you told him the news over the phone earlier. He’d been thinking about you all day, missing your pretty face… how soft you were under his hands.
He holds the pillow down with both of his strong arms, straddling it. Dragging the underside of his cock along the supple pillow, the sensation is so perfect against the sensitive skin. He looks down to watch; seeing his cock rubbing against his own pillow makes it pulse. How perverted, he thinks.
But he misses you, and the pillow is the closest thing he can get to you. So squishy and soft. If only it was warm and wet too.
Aki lifts his head back up, and he's in a trance, fixated on his pleasure. He lets out little pants as his mind wanders, and he can see you perfectly in his mind.
Your voice fills his mind, mewling, “yes right there, yes—“
He chastises you in his thoughts, “shhh…shh, quiet baby,”
You’re laying belly first on the bed, with him straddling your thighs as he digs his fingers into the plush of your cheeks, big hands spreading you open so he can watch his cock slide in and out of your soaking pussy. He imagines rubbing his thumb over your tight hole, small circles, making your voice break.
The thought makes his hips rut a little faster, knuckles gripping the pillow case. The head of his cock is shiny, arousal leaking more and more from the little slit.
“baby, you’re getting my dick so wet…. you like it when I do that? when I rub you right there?”
You’d whine even more, making him slap your ass as a warning.
Fuck, he knows if you were really here, you’d be too loud and everyone would hear. But really, he wouldn’t mind; he’d find a way to keep you quiet.
Eagerly, he scoots back to position himself and his pillow in the middle of bed, and lays on top of it. He shoves both of his hands under him, grasping the pillow to his aching cock, and starts rutting into it.
He imagines laying on top of you, his face pressed into the crook of your neck. He knows you like it when he’s close enough to whisper to you, letting his breath fan across your ear.
“thought about you all day…thought about fucking you just like this,”
He’d thrust deep and steady, stretching your pussy deliciously.
“yes, just like that, fuck me just like—“ your voice would crack.
His pace quickens as he fuck the pillow, legs spread apart now to give him more leverage. With his face buried into the side of the mattress, he starts panting. The bed frame begins creaking the closer he gets.
He’d grunt into your ear, “yeah I’m gonna take care of you baby, I’ll give you what you want,”
You’d turn your head, eager for his mouth, and kiss him hastily. Keeping your faces near, you both look into each other's eyes. He loves your eyes, so full and glassy. Such adoration emanates from them, only for him.
A soft coo escapes your lips, “I love you, baby”
Aki’s hip buck uncontrollably against his pillow. Straining to keep his voice down, his groans are caught deep in his throat. He can feel his hot cum covering the pillow, spreading all over his cock and thighs while he rides out his climax.
Laying there, still catching his breath, he whispers “I love you, too”.
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Okay guys i actually finished it idk why i waited like a month lol. Sorry its kinda shot but Im gonna start writing more Stiles content coming up bc there is a horrible lack of fics on tumblr rn. Send me requests pretty please!!
Stiles was practically fuming on the couch next to you while you sat amongst your friends at one of the movie nights hosted at Scotts house. You had been conducting a little experiment to see how much you could tease him and push his buttons until he did something about it. Stiles was always gentle with you, touching you like you would shatter if he applied too much pressure and it was endearing, for sure… but you wanted more. You wanted him to use you how he needed to; for him to use you for once to satisfy his own needs. Your hand remained on his upper thigh under the blanket draped over both of your laps, innocently watching the movie in front of you to avoid his gaze that had been boring into the side of your head ever since your hand brushed up against him. The whole night has been moments like this, whispering dirty things into his ear and skipping away like nothing happened, bending down to grab things directly in front of him so he could get a peak of your lacy pink panties from under your skirt, and now your hand was inching up his thigh to touch him through his jeans in a room full of your friends. Just when your hand makes contact with the bulge straining against his zipper his hand catches your wrist making your eyes snap back up to his which were dark and heavy lidded, his breathing much deeper than normal.
“bathroom.” Is all he practically growls into your ear before he stands from the couch abruptly walking away. You wait another minute or so before also excusing yourself, none of your friends paying much mind to either of your departures. You creep up the stairs slowly every step making the ache between your legs more prominent and you bite back a moan when you’re practically shoved into the bathroom the door slammed shut behind you.
“jesus stiles.” You say exasperatedly and he just gives you a look and retaliates with “why’re you doing this to me baby?”
“doing what?” You ask feigning innocence and looking away to avoid his eyes but his hand grabs your chin harshly turning you back.
“Look at me. You know what I’m talking about.” he says his hand guiding yours to the bulge in his jeans arousal pricking down your spine at the groan that leaves him from the contact.
“feel what you’re doin’ to me?” He mumbles out his head falling to your shoulder when you cup him properly in your hand. You let out a shuddering breath to recompose yourself and nod “yeah? what do you want me to do about it..?” the question comes out sarcastic and taunting and his hips instinctively move forward trying to rut more into your hand.
“anything.” He breathes out and you shake your head pulling your hand away a desperate moan falling from his lips in protest.
“stiles.. tell me what you want.” you repeat putting more emphasis on ‘want’ and he swallows and nods understanding your meaning.
“your mouth..” he finally manages out after a long pause and when you sink to your knees his words grow more confidence “god I wanna fuck your pretty little mouth..” he mutters his hands moving to pull your hair back away from your face. Your hands move diligently to undo his pants eagerly pulling them and his boxers down, his cock springing free the head already an angry red, beads of precum rolling down the tip. You lick your lips instinctively at the sight and peer up at him, he’s flush, pupils blown wide and mouth slightly agape as he watches your every move with rapt attention his hand holding your hair up in a makeshift ponytail subtlely trying to inch you closer to his dick. You wrap a hand around him and his eyes snap shut a guttural moan bubbling up from his throat when your tongue darts out to lick up the precum before taking the tip into your mouth. With a small huff of air you take him further in inch by inch tormentingly slow, but when you nose brushes against tufts of well groomed hair his hips jut forward making you pull away abruptly with a chocked cough. His hands cup your face immediately panic clear in his eyes sputtering out apologies but you shake your head with giggle batting his hands away.
"just so big sti.." you purr out and his anxiety melts away immediately with a borderline pathetic moan. You take him back in your hand, eyes staring up into his while you tug along his dick lowering your mouth to press wet kisses down his length. A few little kitten licks to his slit has his eyes screwing shut hands tightening in your hair. "please.."
"please?" you repeat pulling your mouth away from him "be more specific"
His features scrunch up in annoyance at the taunting still the words spill out of him immediately "no more teasing.. wanna fuck your mouth.. please" he babbles out.
You hum in approval his neediness making your mouth water and you wrap your lips around him again. Your tongue swirling around his tip snaps the last of his well upheld restraint and the hand buried in your hair pushes you further along his dick. Every movement is lead by his hand, wide eyes staring down at you his grunts and groans spurring you on to just let him guide you.
"i'm so.. fuck baby.. oh my g-" his words get less coherent with every motion hips thrusting forward every few times to meet your lips. It doesn't take much more before he's murmuring out small praises and barely intelligible versions of "i'm close" his eyes roll back slightly, cock twitching in your mouth before warm spurts of his cum slide down your throat and drip past the corners of your mouth. He releases his vice like grip on your hair slowly and you pull away swallowing heavily. Neither of you speak for a few seconds to catch your breath but he reaches his hands down to help hoist you back to your feet wrapping his arms around you securely.
"i love you angel." he mutters out against your hairline "so perfect for me"
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Synopsis: A pretty girl like you had lead a life so boring that at 25 you're feeling far too restless. Letting your friends decide what exactly you should do to shake up the monotony in your life, one of them suggests a piercing. Not just an piercing, a tongue piercing. Nervously researching for months until you find the perfect tattoo parlor co owned by Sero Hanta and Bakugou Katsuki. Will this piecing finally bring color back to your gray life or will it make you hate the color red?
Warnings : piercings bb, so needles etc.
AN : this was an idea born in DMS that went straight off the dome in drafts posted HERE and I added another part and though fuck it make it a fic. wc3512
To say you weren't nervous would be a bold face fucking lie. Almost shaking as you sit on a table in a back room of Spit Ink while the hottest, and meanest, looking piercer gathers together the tools needed for your piercing.
Your tongue piercing.
The one that's supposed to help shake up your boring drab as fuck life.
Nails biting into the cushy and clean pleather seat as the male five years your senior looms over you.
You have to have your tongue lolled out for him to work so he can hold it in place with a tool but as he's about to grab the wet muscle he notices the way it quivers and shakes and for the first fucking time he's having a nasty thought about a client, about his cum hitting your tongue and mixing with your spit that starts to pool onto the sanitary paper bib he put on to catch the blood and drool.
"Bakugou?" His assistant calls him, pulling him out of his stupor. With a growl he grabs onto your shaking tongue and tries to swallow desire whole from the pretty groan you make.
Instead he chokes on it
It doesn't help how your tongue swirls around his cherry flavored gloves as he checks his work, making sure the piercing is in there correctly and that the bar is long enough for the inevitable swelling. Digits still in your mouth as he starts his lecture that most people ignore but your eyes were trained on him.
Hanging on every word
"It's gonna hurt and it's gonna fuckin swell for the next five days. Don't call us crying about it and if your think it's infected go to the fuckin doctor. Drink cold liquids, rinse with saline or salt water or alcohol free wash after every fucking meal. That means, snacks too dipshit, until it's healed. No licking random shit, no kissing and " he removes his fingers and grabs your chin, something he definitely doesn't normally do, keeping your gaze with his own intense crimson, "No oral."
"Got it?" He lets go and you nod quickly. Eagerly as he can feel your need for praise and approval seep off of you. With his assistant out of the room now he gives a wolfish grin.
"Good girl." He watches your thighs rub together and his cock twitches from pegging you right. He gives his back to you for now to wash his hands like the sis before.
"Um, do-" you clear your throat, "Do you do nipple piercings too?"
That wolfish grin curls up on his face again as he looks you over his shoulder and blatantly stares at your chest.
"I do everything."
You don't let too much time pass before you find yourself in the presence of Bakugou again. His large tattooed hands slipping into those cherry flavored gloves and it makes you salivate. It’s just him today, no red headed assistant as he gathers his things together, he glances over his shoulder and gives a vicious smirk.
“Yer tits still aren’t out?” The question makes you choke, it was stupid to be shy about taking them out when he would obviously have to see them to send the needle through and then thread in the bar.
Still your fingers shake as you grab onto the top of your dress. Easing it down the mound of your breasts and the weight of them being pressed by the ruched fabric closer to your chest makes them bounce.
Bakugou bites the inside of his lip with his modded canine. It digs too deep into the soft flesh and he laps at the sudden copper taste. Your tits were perfect, everything about them sent him into frenzied thoughts. Of them in his hands, of how soft they’d feel in his large palm, pinching at your nipples to make them hard.
But he didn’t have to, the peaks were already stiffening due to the cold air of the private piercing room. He travels up your tits to see you worrying your lip between your teeth, eyes downcast and he swallows thickly. Your meek expression has his cock twitching in his pants and all he can think about is all of the ways he’s going to ruin you.
Ruin the feel of anyone’s hands on your tits but his own. Anytime someone pawed at your body you’d feel the ghost of his hot palms, pressing and prodding as he molded you as he liked.
Fuck he should not be thinking that right now. He was a professional and he saw pretty tits almost three times a day with no issues before. So why would you, with the perfect sized areola that he could pull into his mouth while his sharp teeth gently scraped at your sensitive bud.
Fuuuuck
He stays quiet now trying to keep a serious expression when really he wants to just look at you. Drink you in and find all of your sensitive spots, he’s about to make your nipples extra sensitive in about five minutes. He wonders if you’ll cum from the pain others have before. Suddenly his ripped skinny jeans grow too tight in the crotch.
He sits on his rolling stool and comes closer to you. Your pretty tits in his face while you sit elevated from him. Corrosive bromine eyes eat at your skin causing a few nervous tremors to rack through your body.
“Ya nervous?” You look up at him and he’s wearing that smile. The one that makes him look like a wolf and you a lamb. Sharp canines are more noticeable while he’s below you like that poking gently into his lip just outside his snake bites. He watches your adam’s apple bob as you gulp audibly.
“A-a little.” You admit and you curl into yourself. As if you could hide away from his perceptive gaze.
“Don’t worry.” He purrs, gently lifting your tits and pushing them together, “I’m the fuckin best.”
He lets them spread to the top of your breast before slowly coming down to your nipples, thumb still hooked under the weight of your pretty tits. You jolt, arching your back and then bucking your hips when he does it again. Letting his fingers graze your nipples with more pressure than before.
“Sensitive.” He purrs and does the action again then again.
It's shameful how your underwear dampens more and more with each passing motion. A harsh squeeze at the fat of your tits before the pressure slowly lets up as he gets to your nipple pinching lightly. Rolling it between his thumb and forefingers. A gasp escapes your plush lips and the sound makes his cock ache. The more he plays with your tits, so slowly and with strong fingers gripping at you, the more your underwear starts to stick to your body.
The more you want to rut your hips and when you try to adjust how you’re sitting your dress rides up, giving him a peek between your thick thighs. Just seeing the damp spot that's growing on your pink underwear.
“So ya like black and pink?”
“Wha-what?”
“Yer underwear, Princess.” He looks down at them again and then back up to hold your doe wide eyes, “Yer showin ‘em off for me.”
“I-I, I’m not meaning to I-”
“I- I-. “ He mocks, “Sure yer not Princess.”
The nickname he’s given you makes you melt, makes you want to act stupid and get it written in his scrawl across your collar bone. Leave it to you to fall in love with the first guy who plays with your tits.
He looks down at the black bars and pink balls he’s got set out for the piercing and pulls his lip into his teeth, debating on if he should throw in a nipple charm for free. It’d look cute as hell and even better if it was in his signature color of red. Deadly smirk grows on his face as he adds the laced red charm that matches the color of his eyes. Hands making quick work of taking the hollow needle and placing the barbell that will be left behind inside your pretty nipple. When he looks up he sees your face drain of color, more than nervous now. You looked ill, like you were about to be sick.
Normally he’d just pierce them while they looked like that, not giving a shit how scared they were, the pain would pull them out of their head but he sets the needle down in the sterile bowl. His hands gripping at your hips and sliding them closer to the edge of the seat. The friction pulls you back into the moment.
“I’ll make it feel good, Princess.” He slides your hips against the seat again. Rolling them roughly as he watches you bite your lip as he sets a quick pace. Your mouth opens in a silent moan as he smirks up at you. He likes the way you squirm, how you place your hands over his but you don’t push away. Even moving along to his movements until your hips start to stutter. You look at him through your long lashes as embarrassed tears threaten to spill.
“So pretty like that.” He purrs, “So fuckin pretty and makin such a mess on my table.”
His eyes flicker between your legs and you see your arousal wetting the paper causing you to mewl loudly. You were so close, thighs spasming as he guided you over the edge. Throwing your head back in pleasure, mouth falling open in a breathy moan and pushing harder at his wrists as he tries to pull another one from you.
“Ya got one more in ya, Princess. I know ya do.” He growls, bruising grip as he presses you harder into the table, “This time lemme see your pretty face.”
Your tits are bouncing from the force he guides you and Bakugou stares at them with pure lust. You keep your eyes glued on him, the coil in your stomach already tightening as he watches the mind numbing pleasure start to rot that gorgeous head of yours.
“Cum.” This time you moan loudly as your body shakes, drooling cunt clenching around nothing desperately as you whimper from the slight overstimulation, “Good girl.”
His praise makes you dizzy as you pull in harsh breaths, shaking from post bliss. He goes to grab the needle with his free hand while the other still holds tightly to your plush hip. Quickly you grab the wrist attached to you. Your skin is clammy on his, tattoos swirling under your palm as you give him a doe eyed look. Was the nervousness back already? He gives a small smile, bringing both hands to squeeze your thick thighs, fingers making divots in your soft skin.
"M right here. It'll feel good. I promise Princess. Don'tchya trust me?"
"Y-yea." A slow nod as you release your knuckle white grip on him. He grinds your hips one more time to watch you squirm and mewl from the overstimulation and to make sure you were still sitting pretty. He keeps his eyes on you for a long moment before going back to your nipple. Passing the needle through the sensitive bud, the pain is so great, so pleasurable it makes you cum. Hard. Grilling at his shoulders and grinding your hips with a loud whine of his name.
"Bakugou." Fuck, you were not making this easy for him. Pretty tits bouncing in his face and suddenly he's imagining what you'll look like sinking down on his cock again. He swallows quickly. Placing on the red laced charm before screwing on the pink balls onto the black bar.
"Takin it so fuckin good." He purrs, leaning over to lay a soft kiss at the fat of your breast. Still a professional in his haze despite having a carnal desire to suck your soft skin and the pretty new metal into his mouth. To lazily lap at with his tongue until you cum loudly for him.
The next one is even more pleasurable, seeing stars as your hips stutter, sharp manicured nails biting into his tattooed shoulders as you whimper. Tears gently falling down your cheeks from how deliciously painful it is.
"Did so well Princess." Bakugou praises and it does nothing to quell your thirst, the throbbing in your nipples is nothing compared to the throbbing in your cunt. Desperately needing to be filled as you think about if he has any piercings of his own.
More than the nipple piercing that peeks out from under his oversized and stretched out muscle t with some heavy rock band on the front. Dermal piercings on his collar bones as well that make you wanna bite the red jewels. The same one that hangs from the charms on your own piercing. He notices you practically eye fucking him and grind.
"I did 'em all myself." Looking you directly in the eye as he palms his fat cock, "Even this one."
When you whimper out loud he laughs, delighting in your needy state. Leaning over to kiss well above your new piercing, this time sucking the skin into his mouth to leave a small mark. You try to keep him there, sharp nails scratching in his pretty ash blonde hair, grazing the undercut as you sigh. He leaves a few more well placed bruises, marking you as his now with both the charms and these little blossoms of color all over your pretty tits. Tracing them with the cool metal ball on his own tongue piercing.
After a few moments he pulls away, scooting back to get a better view of you. He looks over his work but needs just one more thing before he places the bandages over them.
"Stick out your tongue Sweetheart. Lemme see." Slowly you let your tongue hang out. The cherry red barbell ball you picked out is still bright. Your tongue healing beautifully and he really does wish he could use that pouty mouth to ease the ache of his weeping cock.
"Fuck." He growls out, palming himself, "Fuck lemme…"
He trails off, snapping off those bright red gloves and pulling out his phone. He waits until drool is dripping from the point of your wet muscle before he snaps a few pictures. Zooming in to get just your bruised tits and tongue in the picture.
"Perfect." He growls, "So pretty and perfect."
He places another chaste kiss at the tops of your breasts after he places on each bandaid, soothing your whimpers before he pulls up the top of your dress. He stands from his stool below you, offering you his big palm to steady yourself as you step off of the table. You patiently wait for him to give you care instructions as he did last time but instead he rattles off a long number before he makes his way to guide you to the receptionist desk passing you the purse you set down by the door.
"Better hurry up and save that in yer phone." Frantically you dig around your purse for your phone, praying to the gods you remember. Shit did he say five after the four or was it seven. He watches you panic with delight and grabs onto your waist. Squeezing tightly as his gruff voice sends a shiver down your spine.
"It'd be a shame if ya don't save it, then you'd just have to come back and see me."
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・✶ ｡ﾟ sometimes gojo needs something to keep him satisfied when he’s away on missions.
♱ warnings — f!reader, unprotected sex, consensual filming, he is a tease ꒰ but he is so hot with it ꒱ he mentions showing others but he’s not serious, mild possessive language, idk wat this is but i am obsessed w him.
your lips part to moan as you claw at the smooth ivory skin of satoru’s chest while he pins you beneath him, one of his hands squeezing at the dip of your waist while the other tries to steady the shaky hold he has on his phone.
“fuck—look at you, sweet thing. can barely keep those pretty eyes open, you cryin’?” he drawls, slurs as he feels pleasure rock through his body with the next wet connection of his hips against yours, and you’re silently hoping your neighbours aren’t home with how loudly the bedframe seems to be knocking against the wall with every one of your boyfriends thrusts.
you let out a hiccuped moan of satoru’s name, a whispery, needy sound that has him smirking from behind the screen before he’s looming closer, deliberately angling the blunt head of his cock to graze along the swollen spot inside of you just as he points the flash from his camera at your blissful expression.
he feels too good, but it’s instinctive the way your palm comes up to try and hide your face from the camera before you hear your snowy haired boyfriend click his tongue, his free hand moving along your body to snatch gently at your wrist before he’s pinning it to the pillow beside you and starting a pace that’s a little faster than the last.
you watch satoru bite his lip as his grin keeps the same teasing curl as always, swallowing another low groan before the flash is finding you once more, and your eyes flutter closed for a moment when you feel an all too familiar warmth twist in your abdomen as he presses his cock into you.
“oh? didn’t think you were camera shy, princess. you gonna let me see those pretty faces you make on my cock—f-fuck..” he grunts again, letting the camera fall lower between your bodies until it’s focusing on the mess of fluids that’s smeared along your thighs and his, it only growing messier with every languid thrust.
satoru’s jaw clenches when he gets a particularly good shot of his thick cock disappearing into your plush cunt, hissing a curse from between his teeth as the wet, squelching noises only grow louder while his balls smack against your ass with each thrust, the sound so fucking loud you’re convinced he’s trying to bury it into the walls instead of just his speaker.
you blink up at him when you feel like your eyes have adjusted to the usual dim lighting once more, finally meeting satoru’s crystalline gaze before another, dangerous sort of smirk is curling at the edges of his lips and you feel his fingers release your wrist in favour of tracing along your skin. you feel him trail the teasing, featherlight touches lower before he’s pressing his hand behind your thigh and pulling it up to let it hook around his shoulder — the new position only letting him bully his cock deeper into your already trembling walls, and you feel something warm bursting along your thighs while your moans begin to grow higher in pitch, you’re already so close.
“feels selfish keepin’ you all for myself, princess. maybe ‘ll show everyone how fuckin’ greedy you are f’ my cock, all fuckin’ mine, ain’t ya?” he grunts, but it sounds needier this time as his lungs tremble on his next inhale, his hold on his phone wavering with the next saccharine squeeze of your walls along his cock.
but satoru didn’t predict that he might be about to record himself losing his fucking mind in the intoxicating push and pull of your pussy.
you’re already mindless beneath him but when the next place his fingers fall is between your thighs, it only takes a few messy circles of your clit with two of his digits and a couple of languid, deep thrusts before you’re stiffening, tight walls squeezing down eagerly around him as you cream around his cock.
your pussy feels like it’s trying to fucking milk him, it only pulling tighter everytime he draws his hips back, trying to lure back in every inch you lose before he’s burying it back inside of you. but satoru hisses through his teeth before he’s focusing the camera on your face once more, his palm mercilessly pinning your hips to the bed before he’s ruthlessly fucking you through your orgasm, every thrust unrelenting and he’s only spurred on by the way you cry for him.
“oh, that’s what ‘m talkin’ about, sweet thing. eyes on me, yeah?” he groans, low and rugged and you know he’s desperately trying to keep a hold on the last string of his sanity — but your pussy feels so fucking good around him that he’s considering getting this video put permanently on a loop in his mind.
your thighs twitch when you feel his thumb reach down to tease your puffy clit once more, every swipe shooting tiny aftershocks through your system as you thrash below him—still so sensitive from your orgasm. but satoru still spreads your thighs even wider before his thrusts are becoming sloppier, losing pace as he rocks into you, and you watch his head fall back to moan when you squeeze and tremble around the sensitive head of his cock.
his eyes are half lidded and dark despite the way they still look crystal when he blinks back down at you, snowy peaks of his hair messier than usual as they fall along the light sheen of sweat along his forehead, framing the blush along his features before his lips part to grind out another groan. but then it’s hidden once more when the bright light from the flash clouds your vision and you feel satoru’s cock throb at the doe-eyed expression on your face.
“let me see you make that pretty face f’ me again, sweet girl.”
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To Catch a Cardinal: Chapter V
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Chapter I, Chapter II, Chapter III, Chapter IV
A/N: Here’s another one for you guys! This is sooo high school cafeteria vibes 💀
•♥︎𖤐♥︎•
“He’s such a disgusting little rat.” Sister Emily growled, poking her spoon into her food, seemingly annoyed by the Cardinal’s mere existence.
“He’s such a disgusting little rat.” Sister Emily growled, poking her spoon into her food, seemingly annoyed by the Cardinal’s mere existence.
“I know right? He’s just… such a pathetic dork.” Lilith agreed.
You felt a scowl growing on your face as you took another bite of cream-of-whatever soup. Celery, you think it was. But who could pay attention to the soup with the vile conversation around you?
“Kinda creepy too. He seems like a weirdo, ya know?” Mable added, gesturing with her spoon.
“Yeah I totally get that vibe too! I mean, anyone who keeps rats as pets must be kind of weird, right? He’s like… one of those creepy loners.” Ava giggled.
“Exactly! I bet those rats are his only friends.” Emily laughed. “You know, he’s kind of like a car crash. Awful to watch but you just can’t seem to look away.”
“Why do you guys hate him so much? I don’t get it.” You interjected, setting your spoon down and looking at your friends expectantly.
They stopped talking, glancing over to you before their eyes flicked to one another.
“What, like you don’t? I mean.. come on.” Mable scoffed.
“No, I don’t hate him at all, Mable. He hasn’t done anything to make anyone hate him.” You responded. “I actually think he’s really sweet.” You added, earning a barrage of incredulous scoffs from the other sisters.
“Ew, don’t even say that! He’s disgusting and stupid!” Emily shook her head indignantly. “He’s so clumsy and honestly he’s just painful to be around, always dropping things and st-st-st-stuttering like a f-f-fucking idiot.” She scoffed. “I can’t believe you’re wasting your time being nice to him when you could be spending time with Rob. He really likes you, y’know.”
“Ugh, I know! You’re so lucky. Satan only knows what we’d do to be in your position. Rob is so hot!” Ava sighed dreamily.
“I’m not wasting my time being nice to Copia…” You scoffed, not even knowing what the reasoning was behind that. “And honestly? Rob is just a-“
“Hey, girls!” Rob’s flirtatious tone sounded above the chatter in the dining hall, causing you to roll your eyes as you cut yourself off.
He tried to pull out the chair next to you, but you placed your hand on the seat to stop him from sitting. “Sorry, I’m saving this seat.” You stated simply. Rob only shrugged, walking to the other side of the long table to sit across from you.
“Who are you saving it for? Seems like the gang’s all here.” He asked, not even hiding the fact that he was checking you out.
“Cardinal Copia.” You responded casually, causing Rob to chuckle, as if it was some sort of joke.
“Is something funny?” You asked, growing irritated.
“Oh, you’re actually serious??” He snorted. “You know, between you and me, I don’t think Copia needs a chair. More like a giant rat trap.” He said, causing your friends to burst out laughing.
“That’s a rotten thing to say.” You frowned.
“Aw, come on, sweet cheeks, don’t be mad. Rob smiled. “Hey, when are you gonna hang out with me, by the way? I’d like to get to know you better.”
“Um, we should all hang out!” Lilith suggested eagerly, the other sisters nodding rapidly in agreement.
“Don’t worry, ladies, there’s enough of me to go around! How about after lunch?” Rob grinned, but you only protested.
“No no, I’ll be busy, I have to work on Latin translations!” You made up an excuse. You were so preoccupied trying to avoid getting roped into hanging out with Rob, that you didn’t even notice Copia meandering into the dining hall with his little tray of soup.
He didn’t see you, instead going around to various tables to try to find a place to sit, but getting denied at all of them. Some of the siblings made up excuses like saving the seat for someone else, but others only gave him a dirty look and blatantly told him to go elsewhere.
“Sorry, no losers allowed.” A sister snapped, her whole table stifling laughter at Copia’s embarrassed expression.
“O-okay, eh, sorry..” He nodded timidly.
Your eyes widened as you recognized that pitiful little accent, immediately turning and spotting him.
“Cardinal!” You shouted, waving him over. “I saved you a seat!”
Almost everyone in the dining hall looked shocked that you wanted Copia to sit next to you, muttering amongst themselves about what someone like you could possibly want with someone like him.
A shy yet grateful smile found its way onto the Cardinal’s face as he began making his way to you. You sighed dreamily, gazing at him so fondly that you didn’t even catch what Rob was murmuring to Emily.
Just as Copia was passing Emily, she turned and stuck her foot out, tripping the man and causing him to fall forward, landing hard on the cold marble floor, soup spilling everywhere.
The poor man was stunned, barely registering what had even happened. After a few moments, he slowly picked himself up to sit on his knees, his gloved hands still firmly planted on the floor in front of him as his eyes were trained down at the spilled soup.
The whole dining room grew silent, except for judgemental whispers and hushed laughter.
The Cardinal felt tears welling heavy in his eyes at the humiliation, his heart aching as he heard the cruel comments and jokes from Rob and your friends. He always tried to remain positive and unfazed by the way he was treated, but in this moment he realized how much he was truly hated by everyone.
You were appalled; standing up so fast that your chair fell backwards as you knelt down next to Copia.
“Cardinal! Cardinal are you alright?” You asked, placing a hand on his shoulder, but he was unresponsive, still in shock.
You scowled at your friends with hellfire in your eyes. “He could be Papa one day, you know!” You shouted.
They looked surprised at your anger, but didn’t show one ounce of remorse.
“Yeah, I really don’t think so.” Emily replied, seemingly amused.
You shook Copia gently, trying to get him to snap out of it. He blinked a few times, swallowing hard as you brought him out of his daze. But instead of responding to you, he only rushed to his feet and began scurrying out of the dining hall as quickly as he could, shoulders hunched in shame, cheeks reddened from humiliation as tears glittered in his mismatched eyes.
“Cardinal!” You called after him, ready to chase him down before turning to your friends.
“How could you?” You spat, not waiting for a response as you ran after Copia.
You caught up with him just as he turned the corner, his steps growing faster and faster.
“Cardinal, wait!” You caught his sleeve, pulling him to slow down. He stopped just enough for you to push him up against the wall, caging him in so he couldn’t run away from you. It broke your heart, the way he refused to meet your gaze, the way slow tears began rolling down his flushed cheeks as his lower lip quivered.
“Cardinal..” You pressed yourself against him, getting soup all over yourself too but you could hardly care, not when you were pulling his trembling form into you, cradling the back of his head with your hand.
He sniffled into your shoulder, weakly trying to escape your grasp so you wouldn’t have to see him like this; a broken man.
“Please don’t cry, Cardinal. Just- Look at me. Please.” You cupped his face in your hands, caressing his tear-stained cheeks. He finally did, then, pulling away just enough to look you in the eyes.
“Everything’s alright, Cardinal. Are- are you hurt?” Your voice soothed him.
The poor man shook his head no, his gaze flicking down to where your bodies were touching one another.
“Oh no, I… M-mi dispiace, I… I got soup all over you too.” He sighed in deep disappointment, as if it was his own fault; the lines on his forehead deepening with guilt and worry.
You lifted his chin with a gentle finger, shaking your head. “It doesn’t matter, I don’t care.”
“Leave me, Sorella, go back to your amici.” Copia leaned his head back against the wall, staring up at the ceiling before closing his eyes as more tears threatened to spill.
“Not a chance.” You shook him softly, getting the man to look at you once more.
“But-”
“Listen to me, Cardinal.” You brought your hands up to his face once more, wiping his tears away with your thumbs before they could streak his eye paint too horribly. “We’re going to go upstairs, get cleaned up, and change. And then we’re going to come back down here in time for dessert, alright?”
Panic flashed on Copia’s face as he began shaking his head and stuttering. “N-no, I… I-I can’t face them, Sorella.”
“I’ll be with you. I won’t leave your side, Cardinal, and we’ll act like nothing happened. You’ll see, it’ll be okay, I promise.” You reassured him, pulling him into a comforting hug as you pressed your cheek against his.
“Sorella, they-” He sighed, worrying his lower lip between his teeth. “Maybe they are right about me…” He pulled away just enough to look into your eyes, shrugging hopelessly before averting his gaze.
“Well, my opinion of you is very favourable, Cardinal. So you shouldn’t believe a word they say.” Your hands smoothed up up up his chest, finding purchase on his shoulders and causing his breath to hitch at your touch and your words. He almost couldn’t believe his ears, that you of all people would think kindly of him. You were such a wonderfully nice girl, so he heavily suspected you were just trying to cheer him up, too sweet to admit out loud that he really was just a pathetic loser.
But that’s where Copia was wrong; you did acknowledge the fact that he was a pitiful, unloved, strange little rat man. But that’s exactly what got you going. That’s exactly the thing that kept you up at night, writhing around in your bed with your hand between your legs as you quietly mewled out his name.
“So, what do you say? Dessert?” You prompted him, softly rubbing the tension out of his shoulders.
The poor thing only nodded, eyes wide and lower lip flushed from biting it too much. Now that he had calmed down, Copia was suddenly shy and overwhelmed at the close proximity between the two of you.
“Good.” You nodded, satisfied with his decision, taking his hand in yours as you walked towards the stairs together.
You refused to let the other siblings win. You refused to let them drive Copia out with their cruelty. If he gave in, letting their bullying chase him off, he would let them have their victory.
But you, well, you had your own brand of cruelty that you enjoyed inflicting on the man. You loved watching him squirm, looking like a deer in the headlights as you subtly drove him deeper into insanity. Satan, the more everyone made fun of Copia, the more you wanted him; his woeful paltriness igniting such a strong desire deep in your core. It made you want to fuck him in front of everyone; right in front of everyone who had ever called him names and laughed at him. Maybe you would. Maybe you’d beg him to bend you over the dessert table and fuck you dumb, taking his cock until you forgot your own name.
Deep in thought, the two of you silently made your way up the stairs, stopping when you came to Copia’s quarters.
“I’m gonna go change and I’ll meet you back here, okay? My room isn’t far.” You told him, earning a nervous nod and a timid “Okie dokie…”
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You stripped down, tossing your habit in the hamper before looking through your closet for another one to wear. Humming to yourself, you selected one that you had been meaning to wear more often, pulling it out and slipping it on.
It was tight, fitting you like a glove. The skirt was floor-length, flaring out slightly, with a ridiculously high slit on both legs. The habit itself had long sleeves and was low cut, but it had a crimson nun’s bib collar which covered your shoulders and neck, almost making it look like you had a peekaboo hole to show off your cleavage. On the neckpiece sat a diamond-encrusted grucifix, dangling from the collar. Also, this habit had red trim everywhere: lining the two leg slits, the hem, the cuffs on your wrists. Also, the whole inside of the skirt was red, so whenever you walked, the flowing fabric showed off the shock of gorgeous rich crimson.
It even had its own matching habit with red trim, and a red grucifix embroidered on the back, so you swapped yours out for that. It looked absolutely exquisite, you were a vision in black and red. You smirked in the mirror, almost fearing that poor Copia would suffer a heart attack at the mere sight of you.
Once you were finished dressing, you hurried back to his room, hoping he hadn’t changed his mind.
As if on cue, the Cardinal stepped out of the room, wearing his red cassock and biretta. A quiet little gasp tumbled from your lips. You had only ever seen him in his black cassock, so this was a real treat.
“Cardinal…” You greeted him, a lilt of flirtatiousness in your tone as you sauntered up to him.
He looked at you, mismatched eyes widening as he did a double take.
“S-S-Sorella..!” Copia gasped, his gaze darting all around, desperately trying not to gawk at you. But Lucifer knows it was hard; you were sex on legs. Looking at you without thinking sinful thoughts was an impossible task.
“Is something wrong, Cardinal? Do I look bad?” You feigned worry, batting your thick eyelashes innocently as you approached him.
“N-no, not at all…! You, eh, y-you look… very, very nice, Sorella…” He stammered, wringing his hands in front of him, heart hammering in his chest as you placed a dainty little hand on his arm.
“Thank you, Cardinal.” You were so coy, twirling a lock of hair around your finger. “You look quite… ravishing in red.” You bit your lip, looking him up and down while toying with the hem of his pellegrina.
“T-thank you…” Copia swallowed nervously as he couldn’t help staring at you, his burning cheeks deeply flushed to match his cassock.
“Ready?” You asked, taking his arm.
The Cardinal nodded, and together you made your way back to the dining hall.
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Before turning the corner to enter the hall, you felt Copia slowing down beside you, his anxiousness growing at the thought of facing the siblings once more. He felt like a rat reentering the serpents’ den.
You gave his arm a comforting squeeze, turning to look at him. “I’m right here.” You assured him.
Those beautifully odd eyes were so big sorrowful as they stared back at you. He was biting his lip again, looking like he had something to say to you.
“Sorella… Ehm.. You said that… You said that I could be Papa one day? What did you mean by that?” Copia asked, confused.
“You never know, Cardinal. I believe in you.” You replied, eyes soft and dreamy as you gazed at him.
After a moment of soaking in your words, Copia nodded, still not quite understanding why you were being so nice to him. However, he trusted you fully as the both of you finally entered the dining room once more, just in time for dessert like you had planned.
Every head in that whole damn dining hall whipped towards you, mouths falling open and eyes widening as they took in the stunning sight of you and your Cardinal. You hadn’t even coordinated your habit to match his cassock, but Lucifer below, the two of you looked like you stepped out of a delicious cherry and black liquorice dream.
The hall was silent, the clicking of your heels echoing as you strolled over to your seat. You could tell Copia was extremely nervous with the way everyone was staring, but you allowed your confidence to encompass the both of you, giving his arm another little reassuring squeeze to remind him that you weren’t going to let him drown.
The Cardinal may have been painfully awkward, but he was still a gentleman, pulling your chair out for you before sitting next to you.
“Well, don’t stop on our accord.” You looked to your friends, who were still in awe of you in that habit, and also surprised to see Copia having returned.
“Where… Um, where did you get that habit? I don’t think those are issued out by the ministry.” Emily asked. It looked like she wanted to be angry about how spectacular it looked on you, but she was just too surprised.
“Oh this? It was a gift, from Papa. He had it made for me.” You shrugged nonchalantly, grabbing two coffee cups for you and Copia.
Emily’s mouth opened to speak but no words came out at first. “R-really? He… had it made especially for you?”
“Yeah, isn’t that so sweet of him? He came into my room and even took my measurements himself.” You casually wove the image into her mind, leaving out certain details that would no doubt drive her mad later. Did he order you to strip so he could wrap that tape measure around you? And you know what they say about measuring the bust; nipple to nipple. Exactly how high did his hand go when he was measuring your inseam?
You hid your smirk, knowing these questions would surely plague her every time she looked at Terzo.
“Cream?” You turned to Copia.
“S-si, please.” He nodded.
“Say when.” You told him, beginning to pour.
And pour.
And pour.
“Eh… When.”
Sweet Satan, this man didn’t like cream with his coffee, he liked coffee with his cream.
“Sugar?” You questioned, to which Copia asked for two.
You popped two sugar cubes into his cup, giving it a stir and pushing it to him.
“Grazie, Sorella.” He shyly thanked you, taking a small sip while you fixed your own cup.
You could feel Rob’s eyes on you as you looked over the numerous tiered dessert trays, placing some little pastries onto your plate.
Knowing that he was watching intently, you just couldn’t help your next move.
“Mm, Cardinal, you need to try this, it’s one of my favourites!” You chirped, holding a little cream-filled peach pastry up to his lips.
The poor man’s blush was creeping to the tips of his ears as he leaned in and cautiously took a bite, accidentally brushing his lips against your fingers. Once he pulled away, you popped the other half into your mouth, humming at the taste as you licked your fingers.
The Cardinal felt weak, so dizzyingly weak from you; a shock coursing through him as you placed a hand on his thigh, leaning forward towards the table and reaching for another pastry. It didn’t help that you kept carelessly kicking your leg back and forth under the table, your foot brushing up against Copia’s leg each time. Any sort of contact with you flustered him to the point that it was nearly painful.
Soon enough, your group of friends began talking normally once more, neither being mean to Copia nor acknowledging him at all.
Rob was right in the middle of trying to be ‘smooth’ and flirt with you when your eyes drifted to Copia, grinning endearingly as he shoved another pastry into his mouth. He looked a bit sad, his kissable lips pulled into a frown, eyes flicking to Rob and the way he was so obviously trying to pick you up. Satan, the Cardinal didn’t think you actually liked Rob back, did he?
“So, since we learned all about lust and rituals in class, I thought that maybe we could-” Rob just wouldn’t shut up, despite you looking uninterested in his loathsome advances.
You bit your lip, eyes locking on the thick smudge of frosting gracing the corner of Copia’s mouth. Scooting your chair closer until your leg was brushing against his, he looked towards you just as you reached up to wipe it away, bringing your hand to your lips and sucking the sweet, creamy frosting off your finger.
Poor sweet little Cardinal. His breath hitched in his throat, the hot blush on his cheeks nearly glowing by this point. You could practically feel the scorching heat radiating off him.
“Yum.” You licked your lips coquettishly; your hand trailing from his shoulder, down his arm, and mindlessly settling on his thigh once more.
“Sorry, you were saying?” You asked, turning back to Rob and noticing the other sisters’ wide eyes on you.
“Uh.. well- nevermind…” Rob sniffed, trying to play it cool as he leaned back in his chair and crossed his arms.
“Cardinal, are you feeling okay?” You cooed, returning your attention to the man and inching even closer. He was stunned, lips still parted in shock at your little stunt.
“Your face is the same colour as your cassock.” You giggled, brushing the back of your finger against his face. Your hands were always cold, so the sensation gave him some relief. However, the all-consuming fire of nervousness continued to torment him ruthlessly as you gently doted on him in front of everyone.
“O-oh..! Eh.. ehm- I-I’m okay, si…” Copia nodded, not quite convinced that he even was okay. How mortifying, that everyone could see the blush on his face.
“You’re so hot, Cardinal.” You remarked, biting your lip and pressing your cool hands against his cheeks, forehead, even lightly tugging at his collar for him. The poor timorous little mouse didn’t even realize that you meant it in both senses of the word.
“Enjoy this moment, Cardinal. Probably the only time you’ll ever hear those words being spoken to you.” Emily sneered, causing Rob to let out an amused snort, the other sisters covering their mouths to stifle a cacophony of laughter.
Copia flinched, looking meek as ever, her words cutting deeply into his gentle heart. But then you were looping your arms around his shoulders, giving him a squeeze as you looked toward Emily.
“Hm, I wouldn’t be so sure about that. He’s kinda cute.” You teased. The Cardinal’s eyes widened as he stiffened, looking so pitifully astounded that he almost seemed fearful.
“Well, if you think rats are cute then sure!” She retorted, words dripping in passive aggression.
“I actually think rats are very cute.” You responded simply, taking everyone- including Copia- by surprise. “With their big eyes,” your gaze flitted to the Cardinal’s eyes. “their pointy noses,” your eyes flicked to his nose, “their cute little whiskers.” you grinned dreamily, looking at his moustache.
Copia thought he was going to pass out. Were you trying to convey what he thought you were trying to convey, or was it just pure coincidence? No, no, it had to be a coincidence. No one as beautiful as you would ever be attracted to him, it would be impossible. Illogical. Nonsensical. Completely and utterly mad.
The Cardinal shuddered out a tense little exhale, his chest tight with anxiety as he inwardly scolded himself. He was going crazy, he just had to be. Satan below, he felt like such a dirty old man for even thinking of the mere possibility of you meaning anything by that. He was unlovable; he always had been and he always would be.
“Whatever you say, Sister. Perhaps you should schedule an appointment with the eye doctor.” Emily sighed, feigning concern for you.
“Yeah maybe you should, babe. How many fingers am I holding up?” Rob asked, holding up two fingers.
“My eyes are fine, thanks. How many fingers am I holding up?” You shot back with an amused smirk, flipping Rob off.
Your friends gasped at your actions before giggling, not taking it to heart as they found your quick wit and sassiness quite amusing, even when you were using it against them.
The Cardinal was absolutely shocked by your brazenness. You were this gorgeous goddess of a girl, so graceful and poised, yet borderline presumptuous in the way you kept people in line. And Copia greatly admired you for it; the way you were the exact opposite of him. Where he had no self esteem, you were bursting with confidence; where he was shy, you were bold. He always felt himself drowning in anxiety, being reduced to nothing more than a shy, stuttering idiot. It was a mystery how you always kept yourself so effortlessly cool.
“Anyway, I’ll have to remember how warm you are next time the heating gives out, maybe you can keep me from freezing all night.” You hummed thoughtfully, finally pulling away from Copia. You kept your voice casual and innocent as could be, as if you didn’t quite understand how inappropriate it would be to have him sleeping in your bed.
The Cardinal- who had relaxed considerably once you pulled away from him- stiffened sharply once more. It didn’t go unnoticed, the way his head shot up, mismatched eyes widening, mouth opening and closing as he tried and failed to speak.
“S-si, eh.. P-perhaps.” He bit his lip, staring down into his cup of coffee. It was ironic, usually the Cardinal was always a bit cold; it was just you who got him all hot and bothered.
You smirked at his torment, twirling a lock of hair around your little finger. But your hair wasn’t the only thing wrapped around your little finger. You had Copia all wound up too.
𖤐 to be continued 𖤐
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see no.
brat tamer hao.
i think yes. 🤷🏻♀️
brat tamer!hao x fem!reader
warnings: cursing, established relationship, explicit smut, bondage (use of handcuffs), brat taming, use of sex toys (vibrator), edging, crying, orgasm denial
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“Do you really think this is necessary?” You whine as he places the key into the lock and turns it.
Your hands are pinned above your head and there are a pair of shiny sliver handcuffs connecting you to the bed.
His expression is unwavering. The frown on his face is serious and he hardly glances at you as he places the key into the bedside table.
“Why are you speaking?” He asks.
His voice is calm and composed. It’s almost scary. The entire car ride home he was silent, too silent. Even now he’s so put together and quiet. You thought he’d be livid with how you acted at dinner earlier.
“Why am I- because I can and–“
You’re cut off when Minghao loses his composure and harshly grips you by the chin. He forces you to look up at him from the bed and holds your jaw in place so you can’t speak.
“You only speak when spoken to, you got that you dirty slut?” He grits.
Your heart drops then starts racing. You nod slowly and he releases his grip on you before walking away. You’re still wearing your dress from dinner, he didn’t bother yo undress you before cuffing you to the bed. Although, the short black dress is even shorter now that it’s riding up and he can see your underwear.
He walks around the dimly lit bedroom as though nothing happened, humming to himself before reaching into your shared closet.
You’re tempted to speak and ask him what he’s doing, but you know opening your mouth is the last thing you should be doing right now.
He pulls out a box from his side of the closet and you feel your heart rate increase once again. It’s a familiar box, although it’s been a while since you’ve seen it.
It’s been a while since he’s had to use it.
“Hao…” You’re pleading with him.
“What did I just tell you?”
You shut your mouth again. You’re shifting on the bed knowing what’s to come. This is gonna be torture.
“You’ve been so good lately, didn’t think I would have to do this with you again.” He walks back over to you with the box in hand and sits down on the bed next to you.
“I’m still good,” You blurt.
“If you were still good you’d know better than to be speaking to me right now. That’s three strikes already, you must really wanna be on my bad side huh?”
You merely whimper out in response.
He rummages through the box wordlessly before pulling out a black vibrator. You find yourself holding you breath to stop yourself from reacting.
He pulls out a bottle of lube from the box and pours it onto the toy. “Open your legs.” he demands.
You hesitate but oblige despite knowing the consequences.
"Keep them open and don't make me say it again," He says as he presses the toy against your clit without warning.
"Fuck!" You cry out.
You nearly close your legs, purely out of reaction but his voice is ringing in your ears. You fight to keep them open and push your hips up toward the toy he's placed on your sensitive nub.
He turns the setting up another level and slips half of it inside of you. You can't help but moan when the toy enters you. It's not fully in, but the vibrations are powerful enough you have you cumming in minutes.
He turns it up another setting, pushing it deeper inside of you and drawing it back out. He's fixated on you, watching the way your body squirms and the way you push your hips to thrust the toy deeper inside.
He increases the pace, fucking the toy into you faster and turning it up to the highest setting. You cry out, moaning his name like a chant.
“Close already?” He smirks.
You nod eagerly, breathing out heavily and squeezing your eyes shut. The pleasure is so intense and you know it’s only a matter of time before you’re going to lose it.
You’re breathing even heavier, light whimpers are slipping past your lips as you chase your orgasm. You’re fucking yourself desperately on the toy, matching every movement of his hand. You can almost taste it, the sweet high you’re chasing after.
“What a shame,” he ‘tsks’ and pulls the toy out of you and turns it off.
You whine, and nearly start sobbing at the loss of contact. Your legs instinctively press together to compensate for the lack of pleasure. Your body goes limp on the bed with disappointment.
“Hao…” You sniffle. “I was so close.”
“I know you were,” he says calmly, pushing your legs back open. “But I have to teach you a lesson, you haven’t been good lately.”
You let out a defeated sigh. “No… I am good. Please let me cum, I promise I’ll be good.”
He ignores you, turning the toy back on and pressing it against your clit. Your body jolts at the initial contact.
“No baby, we’re just getting started.”
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traces of beskar || Din Djarin x f!reader**
summary: on a very hot day, you find yourself craving something rather unexpected that has both you and Din equally needy.
word count: 920
warnings (as requested by anon below): face sitting/cunnilingus, male masturbation, further allusions to sex, established relationship.
AGELESS/EMPTY BLOGS & MINORS WILL BE BLOCKED!
A/N: feedback is always much appreciated ❤️
You’re not entirely sure how you got in this predicament. Truth be told, the afternoon is pretty hazy to you; all you know with certainty is that making a pit stop near the lava springs had been a necessary evil, and now you’ve been sweating for hours. Even more so when Din fueled up the ship, grunting and cussing under his breath as he did so.
Maybe it was a way to cool off, your subconscious tries to convince you as your hips press down steadily on the metal.
Now, as you find yourself atop of him in the cockpit, naked from the waist down and eagerly grinding down on his helmet, you think maybe this pit stop hadn’t been that terrible.
You’re not even sure why you wanted to do this in the first place. Sure, sitting on Din’s face isn’t a foreign concept at all, but riding his helmet while he can do nothing but knead the flesh of your ass till it bruises and watches your slick pussy please itself on the beskar certainly is new.
Din is speechless; all he can do is admire the sight, taking it in, and grunt. He’s never felt more constricted by his own armor, but he’s never enjoyed anything more than this. Whenever you moan and reach between your legs to play with your clit, Din grows harder, his own grunts modulated and shaky. This is undoubtedly the best view he has ever had the honor of being blessed with, and he already knows he’s gonna want to do this again and again. It’s lewd, borderline obscene and filthy, and yet his mouth waters uncontrollably, more so at the thought of you getting off on a piece of him. His tongue lunges forward in a feeble attempt to taste, but he only senses beskar. He could see you clenching almost, and it’s debilitating to be so close, yet so far.
His hand reaches past the waistband of his pants, almost gasping as he hastily pulls all fabrics down and takes himself in hand.
“Oh, fuck,” he hears you whimper.
You picked up the pace, probably having found the right rhythm to treat your neediest spot. His grunts are concomitant with yours and the sounds emerging from both of you are a mixture of erotic, dirty, needy, anything you can possibly think of, it’s right here, locked in this moment.
There is only so much a man can take, however. Fucking his own hand is both incredible and insufficient. So he chooses the next best thing.
Gloved hands harshly grab your hips, lifting you off the helmet.
“Din, please—“
“Shh.”
“I want—“
“I know what you want, cyare, me too. Just give me a second.”
“I was close.”
You’re on the verge of crying in frustration but you gasp out loud when the rather cold beskar is replaced by lips. The realization that Din has you pressed against his face is dawning on your, sending electric waves down your spine. His mouth is a hot furnace against your pussy, and when he grabs your ass again, moving you more against him, you surrender any power of control you ever had the illusion of holding.
“Oh m-my—Din—“
His tongue is lapping dutifully against your folds, his nose nudging your clit, and you desperately need something to grab onto, but there’s nothing. There’s nothing but you and him and this moment of desperate need of ecstasy.
For a while, the only sounds echoing in the ship are ragged breaths, shaky moans and a faint glib noise emerging from in between your legs. Sweat drips down the small of your back, your mind emptied of all thoughts besides Din’s skilled mouth, and your body cries, aches for him. He’s working you open like no trace of beskar ever could, and this you both know. His helmet lies somewhere to the side, thrown hastily and carelessly in Din’s chase of goodness. Sometimes you think that being able to feel him like this, so intimately and up-close, is far more important and personal than seeing his face.
“Din—!”
You try to warn, but he only grabs your ass cheeks tighter, thus pressing you down on his face even more—if possible—and rides out your orgasm. You ride his face shamelessly, seizing on his mouth as waves of pleasure rip through you. The force of your orgasm takes you out, making it too debilitating to make any sound or to open your eyes while Din’s tongue keeps lapping at your core, collecting every ounce of arousal he can find. He’s insatiable when it comes to you, almost feral, and the thought alone can make you come again.
“Hmm—“you hear him mumble in between your legs, almost as if he’s smacking his lips together on purpose. “No better taste.”
You chuckle. “You okay down there?”
“Cyare, I could drown here and it’d be the best day of my life.”
Flustered, you suppress your chuckle this time and reach around to find his cock out of its confinements, hard as it can be. When you wrap your hand around it, Din winces.
“Let’s take care of you now, shall we?” you tease.
You barely start to jerk him off when you’re being maneuvered so that you’re on the floor, with Din atop of you.
“Later,” Din groans as his own hand is wrapped around his erection, guiding it to your swollen folds. “I wanna feel you come on my cock this time.”
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Mistletoe Magic
Derek Morgan x fem!Reader
Summary: you and derek find yourselves under the mistletoe
Warnings: make out session
WC: 1.114
Taglist: @envraijesaispas @rosecentury @taygrls @thisismeraki @thenerdthatwrites
You and Derek had been dancing around your feelings for each other for months. It was almost comical, the way you would bicker and argue one minute, and then steal glances and flirty remarks the next. But the holiday season had a way of bringing people together, and it seemed like tonight might finally be the night you and Derek would finally take things to the next level.
One moment that stood out was when you and Derek were working on a case together, trying to solve a particularly tricky puzzle. You had differing opinions on how to proceed, and soon you found yourselves in a heated argument.
"You're not listening to me!" you exclaimed, throwing your hands up in frustration.
"I am listening to you," Derek retorted, his voice just as sharp. "But I think you're wrong."
"Well, I think you're wrong!" you shot back, your eyes flashing with annoyance.
The two of you glared at each other for a few tense moments, the air crackling with tension. And then, suddenly, Derek broke out into a grin.
"You're cute when you're angry," he said, winking at you.
You couldn't help but roll your eyes, but a small smile tugged at the corners of your lips despite yourself. "Shut up," you muttered, trying to hide your amusement.
Derek chuckled. "Come on, you have to admit it's kind of funny. We're arguing one minute, and then flirting the next."
You snorted. "Yeah, it's almost like we're in a romantic comedy or something."
Derek's grin widened. "Maybe we are."
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You were at the BAU Christmas party, sipping on a glass of eggnog and watching as your colleagues mingled and laughed. You were standing near the doorway, trying to avoid the mistletoe that hung above it, when you felt someone tap you on the shoulder.
You turned around to see Derek, a mischievous glint in his eyes.
"What are you doing over here?" he asked, leaning in close.
"Just trying to avoid the mistletoe," you replied, trying to keep your voice steady despite the way your heart was pounding in your chest.
Derek chuckled, his breath warm against your cheek. "Well, you're not gonna be able to avoid it forever."
Before you could protest, he took your hand and led you towards the doorway, where the mistletoe hung ominously above. You tried to pull away, but Derek's grip was strong.
"Don't fight it, Y/N," he said, his voice low and husky. "We both know you want this as much as I do."
You couldn't deny the truth in his words, and before you knew it, you were standing under the mistletoe, your heart racing.
Derek leaned in, his lips hovering just above yours. You closed your eyes, waiting for the moment when his lips would finally meet yours.
And then, it happened. Derek's lips crashed down on yours in a fierce, passionate kiss. You moaned softly, surprised by the intensity of it all.
You slipped your tongue in his mouth, and Derek responded eagerly, his hands roaming over your body. You broke the kiss for a moment to catch your breath, and Derek chuckled.
"You slipped a tongue in there, you fucking-" he started, but you cut him off with another kiss.
"Well, you were making weird noises so clearly you enjoyed that," you teased, pulling away with a smirk.
Derek laughed, his eyes sparkling with amusement. "You know me too well."
As the night went on, the chemistry between you and Derek only grew stronger. Every time you were apart, you could feel the longing in your chest, the desire to be close to him. And every time you were together, it was like fireworks - sparks flying between the two of you, the air charged with electricity.
You found yourselves drawn back to the mistletoe again and again, stealing kisses and caresses whenever you could. The world around you seemed to fade away, leaving only the two of you in your own little bubble of holiday magic.
Derek's lips were soft and warm against yours, and his hands were strong and confident as they roamed over your body. You could feel your own desire growing with every touch, every kiss.
At one point, Derek pulled away from you, his eyes dark with lust. "God, Y/N," he whispered. "You're driving me crazy."
You couldn't help but smile at the effect you were having on him. "Good," you replied, before pulling him back in for another kiss.
The rest of the party had melted away, and it was just the two of you, lost in your own little world. You didn't want the night to end, didn't want to leave the warmth and comfort of Derek's embrace.
As the party wound down and people began to leave, you and Derek lingered in the emptying room, lost in each other's arms.
"Looks like we finally made it," Derek murmured, his lips brushing against yours.
"Yeah," you agreed, a smile spreading across your face. "It looks like we did."
And with that, you and Derek left the party, hand in hand, ready to start a new chapter in your relationship.
Later that same night, you found yourselves back at Derek's apartment, snuggled up on the couch under a warm blanket. The TV was on, but neither of you were really paying attention to it. You were lost in each other's company, enjoying the comfortable silence that had settled between you.
Suddenly, Derek's phone beeped, interrupting the peace. He pulled it out of his pocket and glanced at the screen, then looked back at you with a grin.
"Looks like it's our lucky night," he said, nodding towards the mistletoe that he had put on his screen just now.
You followed his gaze and saw the familiar green sprig hanging above you. You couldn't help but laugh.
"Oh, come on," you groaned, rolling your eyes. "We can't keep kissing every time we see mistletoe."
Derek chuckled. "Sadly, I think we'll have to. It's tradition, after all."
You shook your head, but couldn't help the smile that tugged at the corners of your lips. "Fine. But just a quick one, okay?"
Derek leaned in, his lips meeting yours in a soft, sweet kiss. It was short and simple, but filled with all the warmth and affection that had been building between you for so long.
As you pulled away, you couldn't help but feel grateful for this moment. It was silly and cheesy, sure, but it was also a reminder of the connection that you and Derek shared. And as you settled back into each other's arms, you knew that there would be many more moments like this to come.
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