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anotherpapercut · 7 months
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in 1 hour I will have officially relinquished the $1,032.96 that the library took from me by firing me for handing in my 2 weeks notice and then telling me I could only have it if I waive all my legal rights o7
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purgeshubble · 11 months
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moodboard: joel (double life)
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rafeandonlyrafe · 3 months
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words: 700
warnings: 18+ only, smut, established relationship (theyre married), age gap (rafe is late 30s reader is 23), breeding, pregnancy kink, p in v sex, unprotected sex, rafe counts reader down to orgasm
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“my pretty little wife, supposed to give me a baby.” rafe grunts, his hips slamming forward into you, making your eyes roll back in your head.
“supposed to give me an heir. someone to take over.” he grunts, pressing your body further into the mattress, not caring about his weight holding you down.
rafe was a sweet lover, at first. before you married, he was gentle and soft, treating you like you were a breakable thing. it all changed on your wedding night when he switched from treating you like glass to like a toy, ready and willing to be fucked as hard as he wanted to that day.
it's been three months since your wedding night, and your stomach remains just as flat. he expected you to swell up with a baby instantly, give him someone to take over as he moves into his older years. someone to continue the family business, to carry on the cameron name in the outer banks.
“gonna get you fucking pregnant this time, i swear.” rafe mutters, your legs tightly wrapped around his waist, as if he would dare to pull out. “gonna flood you with my cum.”
“i want it rafe.” you moan with every thrust, clenching your cunt around his fat cock. 
you knew what was expected of you when rafe began his relationship with you. he's in his late 30s, still fertile but getting up in age, while you are at the ripe breedable age of 23. some people looked down on you because of the age gap, but you couldn't care less.
“gonna give you a baby rafe. give it to me.” you moan, moving your hips in time with his thrusts, wanting to feel his warmth spreading inside of you.
“gonna look so good with your tummy all swelled up with my kid.” rafe says, his lips moving to yours, taking your mouth in a dominant kiss. 
he moves a hand to your pussy, his thumb rubbing over your clit, massaging it. “i-i can't.” you gasp out.
“you can, baby.” rafe says. “come on, need you to cum for me too. together, okay?”
“it's too much.” you whine. it's been constant sex. rafe felt the pressure to get you pregnant and has kept you on his cock all day and night.
“im gonna count you down baby.” rafe says, pressing his lips against your jaw and cheeks, your mouth slackened open, breathy pants and moans coming out. “gonna count us down.”
rafes thumb flicks over your clit, not managing to be gentle. “5…”
you squeeze your eyes shut, trying to force yourself to relax and let your orgasm come, but you're wound so tightly.
“4…” rafe continues, his hips moving at a blistering pace.
“3…” you feel your orgasm building, your body responding to his needs, not caring what you want, just focusing on your husband.
“2…” you let out a shout, back arching off the bed as rafe pushes his cock through your clenching muscles, forcing himself as deep in as he possibly can.
“1!” rafe finally shouts, his cock immediately spurting inside of you as your orgasm hits, your entire body quivering and shaking as your high works over your body, legs locked around his hips as you angle yours up, keeping the cum inside of you, even as he pulls out.
“shh, good girl.” rafe mutters when you whine, his fingers pushing into your hole, clogging you full again.
“just gonna keep my fingers in for a bit. you're okay though.” he says calmly as you breathe deeply, exhaustion taking over.
“‘m tired.” you hum, looking to rafe. it's only midday, but you were up half the night riding rafe.
“go to sleep, my beautiful wife.” rafe says, kissing your cheeks as he moves to the side to lay against the bed, keeping his fingers plugging your cunt.
you close your eyes, nuzzling into his side with a yawn. “rafe?” you ask softly.
“what is it baby?”
you blink your eyes open, looking into his beautiful blue ones. “I think it took this time.”
rafe smiles, knowing you want to be pregnant just as much as he wants to breed you. “i think so too baby.”
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adaelines · 11 months
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afab but gender neutral reader, horny as fuck smut, ada and leon competing for your attention! theyre both in love with you and wanna prove that you should be theirs.. wrote this in one night bc i wanna fuck both of them so bad lmao
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To others, working with two people with as much renown as Ada and Leon might seem lucky. Missions with Leon always go easy, he's known for his strength and capability. A mission with Leon by your side is always a good mission, no matter the danger, you know he's there to protect you. Ada is the same, the few that know her naming her deadly, a woman who isn't afraid to do anything she needs to get what she wants. You know that all too well, just how stubborn she can be when she truly wants something.
You've known Leon longer, worked with him enough times to even call him a friend, but you can't deny the immediate spark you feel everytime Ada 'intrudes' on your missions, as Leon puts it. He always seems so bitter towards her, and anytime you're involved, it seems to turn almost malicious. Leon would never hurt her unless provoked to, you know that, but the way his eyes turn dark and he stands between you, almost shielding you from her, you can't help but feel like there's something more going on. 
What you don't know, don't see, is the way they both rush to be the one by your side, the one to help you up if an enemy downs you, the one to defend you. They both want you to see them as someone you can trust, someone you can rely on with anything. 
Leon is more gentle, forward. A soft smile that's reserved for only you and firm touches, a hand on your back whilst he guides you, always stood between you and anything he sees as dangerous, even the woman he currently sees himself at war with. Like a guard dog, willing to do anything if it means keeping you safe, he's always the one backing you up in any conflict and watching.
Ada, however, is more discreet. She protects you just as much, watches and never lets you come into danger that's avoidable, never lets anyone else get in the way of your mission. Defeating enemies before they can see you, before you can see them, locking doors if she thinks what's behind it is too dangerous for you. She knows you can take care of yourself, that you're strong, but she likes knowing you're safe, that she helped in keeping you safe.
Between them, you were very rarely in danger. Even when you did end up fighting someone, usually with no other choice, you saw the way Leon's eyes darkened, like a cornered, feral dog. He's dangerous, and he proves it when you're involved. Ada is the same. You don't get to see her fight as much, you're not partners with her like you are Leon, but there was a time you and her ended up together alone, and you saw just how strong she was, how far she was willing to go for you.
The unfounded, in your opinion, rivalry is how you ended up where you were, practically sitting on Leon's lap as you leant back against him, Ada knelt between your legs with her arms wrapped under your thighs, her grip firm. You were meant to be focused on a mission, but a situation that left you a little too close to danger for their liking ended up with them needing to punish you, as they put it. 
Your shirt was bunched above your chest, shoved up by Leon's hands, currently groping your chest harshly, pinching your nipples and holding the fat of your chest tight. His grip was so rough it left you whining, head thrown back against his shoulder, which gave him the perfect angle to kiss along your jaw, your neck. His affection made Ada hum against your cunt, a noise that told you she was less than pleased. Her nose was buried in the wiry hair, mouth altering between your clit and hole. 
Ada's gaze was overwhelming, her eyes full of fire and utter need. From her place between your thighs, she could see everything Leon was doing to you, and it only caused her to work harder. She wanted to be the one to make you feel good, it was going to be her name you moaned, not some dumb puppy's who didn't know how to treat you properly. 
"C'mon, won't you be good for me, sweet thing?" Ada's voice was sultry, and when you opened your eyes to look to at her, you couldn't help the moan you let out. Her touch, her words, the utter love and affection in her eyes… It was almost too much, and if it wasn't for Leon's sharp pinch of your nipples, you could have gotten lost in her. 
"For you? As if," Leon's voice was gruff in return, teeth gently resting on your pulse, "You still think too much of yourself, it's not going to be you they're good for." 
The whine you let out in response was loud, one hand coming up to tangle in Ada's hair, the other placed on Leon's forearm. Your grip on both of them was tight, tight enough that you knew it would hurt, but you were too distracted, too out of it to even notice, not that they complained about your nails digging into them. 
In response, Leon bit down on your neck, harsh enough to hurt, to leave a mark of his teeth that'll last a while, a reminder of who left it there and the position you were currently in. Ada simply chuckled, a low noise that vibrated against you, and flattened her tongue to lick from your hole up to your clit. She may have been on her knees before you, but she was completely in control over you, owned you, as she would put it. 
Between them like this, the overwhelming attention from both of them, it was so much. You wanted to close your eyes, hide away from them, but you couldn't bring yourself to look away. Leon's large hands on your chest, his mouth on your neck and shoulders, all while Ada ate you out like a woman starved, like she was lost in a desert and you were the only respite.
"C'mon, stop looking at her," Leon's voice was low in your ear, quiet enough that Ada wouldn't hear, "You're mine, right? I own you and this cunt. No one could ever make you feel as good as i can. Prove it." 
"C-an't! 's too much…!" 
Your voice was shaky, an octave higher than usual thanks to the attention you were receiving.
"It's okay, sweetheart, moan my name and I'll stuff you full, you just need my cock, huh? Such a sweet thing, I'll ruin you.."
Ada let out a low hum against your clit, bringing one hand from your thigh to gently press against your hole. Her gaze went to Leon, almost glaring and full of malice, before returning to you, returning to the loving, affectionate focus for you. She couldn't hear Leon, but she could tell he was trying to get your attention away from her, away from her touch and tongue against you. 
Just as Leon moved in to kiss you, Ada pushed her fingers inside of you, harsh and quick enough for you to let out a loud whine and jolt. She quickly cooed an apology, voice almost mocking.
"Aw, I'm sorry, love. Was that too much? Just can't help myself, it's not my fault you're just too cute… I just want to make you feel good, make you all mine…"
Leon didn't react well to that, not by the tight pinch he gave your nipple, the low noise he made against your neck was almost a growl. Calling him possessive would be an understatement, covering you in hickies and bruises that marked you as his and his, even with the woman between your thighs. To him, she wasn't there, she wasn't the one making you feel good, he was, and that's all he cared about. 
Even as you got closer to release, as your pleasure climbed and all you could focus on was humping against Ada's face, holding Leon's arm as tight as you could, you could feel the competition between them, feel that they each wanted to prove to you just who could make you feel best.
Leon's lips were right against your ear, whispering how good you were being for him, even looking so slutty you were so gorgeous, won't you be mine? I'll take care of you, make you feel good, you'll never have to raise a finger again. I'll do anything for you, y'know? all you have to do is cum for me, only for me, you'll be so happy together… be a good whore and cum. I'll fuck you hard, fast, rough, anything you want. You'll be so dumb off of my cock you won't even be able to think about anything else, only how deep inside of you I can reach.
His words, mixed with Ada's attention to your clit, her fingers pressing into you harshly, filling you as much as she could, promises of more, of what she can do for you, to you, quickly finished your off, your back arching against Leon's chest, both hands gripping tightly, one still in Ada's hair, the other still on Leon's arm. Both of them let out their own noises as you came. Leon a quiet groan, eyes closing as he gently pressed kisses against your jaw, whilst Ada moaned against you, eyes closed tight as she drank everything you offered, holding you as close to her face as she could, even when you tried to jolt away in overstimulation.
Ada pulled away, the grim on her face proud, still full of desire.
"What a good little thing for me, you taste so delicious too…"
"Excuse me? For you? No, that was all for me…"
They weren't done with you, with their competition for your affection. It was going to be a very long night.
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ddejavvu · 6 months
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hiiiii! i love ur sirius x animagus!reader collection :)
how about one where the girls dont know that r is the cat they see sirius hanging out with and one of them knits a sweater for sirius' 'cat' and sirius and the boys r just like "shes vicious when it comes to costumes :(" feeling bad for whoever made the sweater but then r like lets them put it on or smth and theyre surprised?
part 1 / part 2 / part 3 / part 4 / part 5 / part 6 / part 7 / part 8 / part 9
i've sort of twisted your prompt just a teeny tiny bit!! i hope all of the parts you liked most are still in there, though :') // also this one was hard to tag 'cause again technically it's sirius x reader but he's not present and she's not with james either so i used both of their tags just because they're technically the central focus of the overarching story even if this part is a little less defined
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James thinks it might be the worst day of his life so far, and isn't sure what mischief he could have inflicted upon anyone to possibly deserve this cruel of a punishment.
Lily Evans is standing before him, face kind instead of pinched in annoyance as it so often is at his presence, and she's handing him something. As in, he will take it from her and their hands will brush. As in, her skin will touch his. As in, he's never going to wash his hand again.
"I'm glad I found you,-"
She's glad she found him!
"-I couldn't catch Sirius before he left Potions," She laments, "Could you let him know I made this for his cat, Potter?"
James's stellar brain and above-average intelligence supply him with the phrase, 'Huh?', which might possibly be the least embarrassing thing he's ever said to her, and that doesn't fare well.
"That's Sirius's new cat, isn't it?" She presses on, and James forces himself to tear his eyes off of her ethereal face to glance at you, draped lazily over the couch cushion beside him soaking up the warmth of the fire. Your eyes were lazy before Lily had shown up, but at the sight of what she's holding out; knitwear, they narrow and sharpen. It's an odd shape, not human size, with openings for four legs.
"I thought she might be getting cold now that the snow's started up," She tilts her chin towards the window, glazed over with frost, "And I just figured I could knit her a little sweater."
Not even James's fear of your claws can deter him from accepting the gift from Lily. He takes it - and their hands brush! Just like he'd hoped for! - grabbing you unceremoniously around the middle and dragging you onto his lap.
"She loves sweaters." He fibs, shamefully distracted by Lily's face as he tries wrestling you into the garment. You're well aware of why he's lying to her, because the last time you'd been faced with cat clothes, you'd ripped a hole in his bedspread. But this is Lily, and you refrain from shredding the fabric of his pants as he shoves you into the sweater.
He's clumsy with it, because he's not giving you his full attention, and you let out a disgruntled meow as he smears the fabric of the sweater over your face instead of tugging your head through the hole.
"Now, Mittens," He chuckles tensely, "Just- put your paw through there, don't scratch me-! And- there." He announces proudly, hoisting you up into the air just beneath the joints of your front paws. He displays you to Lily, and you steel yourself as she croons and reaches out to pet you. She's far gentler than the man holding you, and you'd appreciate it at any other point in time, but the sweater she'd knit you is itching against your fur and dragging it against the grain, and you'd like to leave it in ribbons as you bolt up the staircase. For everyone's sake, you won't.
"Look at that," James announces proudly, "She loves it. Thanks, Lily."
She smiles, a soft gesture, but not a weak one. She nods, "James," And takes her leave, heading towards the girls' dorms staircases, inevitably about to find your bed empty and wonder where you are at this hour of night.
"She said my name," James breathes, only after the door to your dorm has been safely shut, and she runs no risk of hearing him. He looks incredulously at you, in your tense, rigid stance on the couch cushions, "She didn't call me Potter! She- you're a miracle." James levels you with an intensely grateful stare, thumbing fondly at the knitwear that's itching viciously at your fur, "You're my wingman, Y/N. I mean it, you're putting that sweater on every day, I'll manhandle you into it myself."
You yowl at him, a sound that typically scares him off, but he doesn't yield, grinning impishly at you instead.
"Whatever you say, Mittens."
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rowarn · 7 months
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hear me out…
simon/konig that loves coming inside u and then watch his cum slowly ooze out of ur abused hole, he’ll catch the drops of cum w his thumb and stuff in back in… IM FERALL😩
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OHHHHHH MY GOD THEYRE BOTH ABSOLUTE FIENDS ABOUT IT !!!!!!
umm pussydrunk!simon tbh, hes TWITCHY BC I SAID SO, sensitive too yummy, creampie <3
simon, when he comes home from deployment and he just has to stuff you full of the load he's saved up just for you ):
he's so sensitive and his balls are so heavy and full that they ache. his first orgasm comes so fast and oh so good. his thighs twitch and tremble and his hands grip your waist so tight that his knuckles turn white. his body is slumped over you and he knows you haven't cum yet but your little cunt is so hot and wet and clenching around him at the sight of him in the throes of his orgasm that it just milks all that cum out of his balls </3
and then when he pulls out, he watches your clench around nothing, the big load he gave you dripping out and he just can't resist scooping it up with his thumb to push back inside you, clicking his tongue.
"saved all that for you, love," he grumbles, glaring up at you, "don't let it go to waste."
it's all for nothing because within minutes he's sinking back into you, cock just as hard as before he came. this time he works your orgasm out of you properly, thumb on your clit like he's supposed to because he's thinking a little clearly now that he's filled you once.
but he's still so damn sensitive that when you cum, it pulls him right over the edge with you. and fuck, he loves making you cum — how pretty you look, how sweet you sound, the way you cling to him. he's cumming before he even knows it, burying his face in your neck to quiet his pathetic moans.
and that cum he had tediously stuffed back into you? dripping down his balls and staining the sheets smh </3
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boy-gender · 11 days
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We need to make a tag for trans people to speak amongst our own community, bc right now the trans tags fucking suck. Theyre too full of pornbots advertising (stolen) images of women with links that will infect your computer with viruses you cant even dream of. I'm not talking about the users who just happen to post hole btw, I mean the flood of unmanned bots.
And they all crosstag shit that has nothing to do with being trans. No matter what tag you go in- trans pride, trans positivity, ftm, mtf, transmasc, transfem, nonbinary- it's all flooded with spam.
I think I'm gonna start using a new tag, and I hope y'all will join me so it makes it easier for us to all find each other and read real input from living people, not just bots.
Maybe #transblr? The tag doesn't seem to be commonly in use, with the latest post being several months old at this point. It's also broad enough to encompass any trans, nonbinary, or gnc folk who might want to use it. And, best of all, I don't see any spam bots.
Come join me in making #transblr the new community hub! I'll be appending it to all my old posts, and also using it on all trans-related posts from now on.
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petrichlorine · 2 years
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whoops im vaguely drunk and now is the perfect time to disclose as many ecology/env sci facts as i can in the tags bc i have no other opportunity otherwise
#HOLY SHIT. my favorite tree is black gum bc of how fucking difficult it is to id#for anyone who wants to accurately id nissa sylvatica all u need to do is stand at the base of the tree n look up#nissa sylvatica has 90 degree branches so its branches are exactly perpendicular to the trunk#and this is the most defining deature of nissa sylvatica bc its leaves looks like a hickory (iirc opposite and spiked??)#*opposite and smooth) BUT its bark looks like an oak with the criss crossed ridges. so the best thing u can do is look at the angle#of the branches for 90 degrees bc thats really the only deciduous tree in the area w that characteristic#soil!!! clay boys (ayyy) - sand mans (old) - silt teens (new) and LOAM we love loam we love dirt triangles#this area is full of clay but the closer you grt to the beaches the more sand there is obv. but clay is the smallest particles#and carry water and nutrients collected over a long time better than silt/sand but they lose those nutrients quickly when growing plants#and obviously - organic matter is what makes loam more nutritious for plants if theyre given time to decompose#also theres more living creaures in 1 tbs of dirt than there are in the whole planet :^)#also side note abt soil theres someone in the area whos a soil conservationist and wears thigh high boots in the mud#and when we got to the soil section in envirothon me and fren jumped RIGHT INTO THE MUD HOLE god it was so fun#we identified v wet!! layers of muddy soil and ended up getting the highest grade of 85 lmao#we also didnt want to let our hero in the thigh high mud boots down so we studied#even tho we were doodling and joking around in the soil/water seminar and tallying how many times he said wetttttt. which was big joke 2019#ALSO. water ecology is so important bc water flows one way due to gravity which is DOWN#which is why topographical maps are so important bc you can tell where the wetlands are going to b and where water after a flood is gonna b#so always a good idea to NOT BUILD HOUSES WHERE ITS GONNA FUCKING FLOOD. and preserve wetlands bc of its env. sign. as a source of water#also va has tide pools!!! for tadpoles!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! we got to see some when i was like 12 but ive never seen them since#fun fact i used to be so fucking scared of floods as a kid and only now can i attribute that fear to the fact that i almost drowne#at 3 y/o bc i didnt want to hold onto a pink inflatable lol#also speaking of water ecology pls for FUCKS SAKE get some riparian buffers#less soil in water more aesthetic tm and more plants#sycamores - river birch - tulip poplar are all pretty trees that do exceptionally well in moist areas and riversides#idk too much abt flowers but NATIVE!!! grasses should be closest to the water and nstive bushes a bit further back#also fuck japanese stiltgrass these fuckers need herbicides and so does the closest forested parks#tulip poplars are pretty tho theyre probs the nicest flowers in spring and mountain laurels in the apps and va bluebells are pretty too#and i wish i got to try paw paw fruits but theres 0forested land in <1mile bc i live in suburbia hell and i like to source this as 1/4 of#my problems bc i love nature tm and never got to be around it bc my mom hates camping/trees/nature so i never went to the mtns
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thegnomelord · 2 months
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Shark
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(Brainrot time! Blame dougielovelove for their new work. Had a bit of a bad day and i usually dont write spicy things
This one can be set in monster au. Readers a captain of a whole different task force meant for oceanic endevours. Im talkin the readers a shark hybird (biased) their lieutenant a whale hybird, sergent an orca or a pufferfish, their newest recurits a fuckin salmon, the works.
They're close knit, heck even poly if you want. Price and the Reader meet through connections with Laswell. They find out they hav the same target, price is stubborn and wont drop the mission, despite how most of his team is not suited for water.
Reader respects it and they work really well together. A bit too well, even to the point theyre considering merging the teams.
Completely honest, Price is starting to fall for their fellow captain. I mean how can you not, they've swooped in and saved them countless times, preventing the oceans waters from completely swallowing them in the dark abyss.
Not to mention his sergents and lieutenant are just the cutest, so eager to do well and work together with his own. Just protective instincts, hit him to the point hes pickin everyone up and scentin them. They're his hoard now.
Reader and Price are settleing paper work in his office. Readers busy writing down important information and signing off reports, but price cant help but stare. How swift his hands move as each words is made and written, how tight his claws grip the pen with every small minisucle flick of the pen.
He hiccups a small flame when their fellow captain decided to extravagantly spin his pen when he trys to recall the missing info. How smooth it moves between his blackened fingers, swirling and turning flipping all between nimble and flexible rough- and hes hard.
Reader realizes Price is distracted, before he can call out their name, he glances down just to see whats got him so wrapped up in his mind.
Now all i can think about is Reader forcing Price to focus and finish his paperwork while hes got both his assets shoved up his ass. Price is just a mess, making his paperwork a completely unusable. Yet, the reader still wants him to finish, becuase if he dosent Price definitely wont.
Or they decide to have some fun, release the pent up desire the poor dragons been keeping buried. A soilder be it 141 or be from the readers own team, walks in. Can't help but love how the stoic draconic captain looks so small and pathetic under his co-leader. Joining in on the fun just to see how wrecked this great leader can get.)
Okay, this is cool and my horny is up but I made a few changes as I like characters to be more mythological and just animal hybrids, though those are cool too
CW:NSFW, quick and rough, subbot Price, Gaz, Oc sergeant, domtop reader
Price loves you. But you are one cruel bastard.
Those big rough hands of yours trace his taught belly, webbed fingers making a shiver crawl up his spine and stealing what little thoughts are left in his head as one of your hands trails down the smooth scales of his tail. "Come on dear captain, just a few more pages to go." You purr, chest rumbling against his back like the thrum of an engine, your lips tickling his pointy earlobe.
Price swears he's going to die; pants around his ankles and legs spread, stretched so wide on both of your shafts he can feel your heartbeat by the way your cocks twitch against his walls, each labored breath making his hole clench down desperately, his own hard cocks left hard and unattended.
It would be one thing if you claimed him like he wants you to, pushed him flat on the desk and fucked into him like he's nothing but a bitch to pump full of your cum.
But you don't. You just sitting inside him, hard and throbbing and still despite how much he tries to tempt you by clenching down. Price finds himself cursing the amount of patience you have.
"Sweetheart," He groans, voice too light and whiny for his own ears, head thrown back to give you a heatless glare. "C'mon, don't tease me." Price tries to grind his hips down but you hold him firm.
"Not until you finish those reports." You grunt, authoritative, and Price is stuck between wanting to bite you in revenge and trying to stifle a pathetic whine. "Go on, you only have a few pages left."
Those damn reports. Price can barely read his own handwriting, a light tremor in his fingers from the way your cocks press against his prostate. "Cruel bastard." He growls, sucking in a breath and clenching around you.
His chest flares with pride the second your claws dig into his body, not even your mind able to hold back the animalistic need to buck into the tight willing heat surrounding you. But it's a double edged sword — a hiccup of flame sparks from his mouth, your cockheads bumping his prostate and making a bead of precum spurt from his cocks.
"As if you're any better." You growl in his ear, your hair tickling his skin as you roughly nip at his though hide, pleasure and pain loosing their borders in his mind.
He doesn't notice the nicking on the door, but Price is ready for hell to swallow up when he finally registers the door open, his blue eyes rising to meet Sullivan — your hippocampus sergeant — who looks just as mortified to walk in on you like that as Price.
Sullivan's dark horse ears flicker back, the iridescent scales along his cheeks turning from ocean green to a vibrant embarrassed pink, "I- is this, this a- I can leave if, if, if- this looks like a-" The poor man stumbles over his words, eyes bouncing between Price's debauched form and your amused face.
It gets worse when Gaz pokes his head in behind Sullivan, "Hey captains are you-" His jaw falls, pupils dilating like he's a crow that just saw a shinny penny. "-oh."
You just chuckle, rough voice putting Sullivan at ease. "At ease boys," You snort, don't even attempt to hide anything, one hand sliding down to stroke his cock, so slick with his precum that his shaft slides through your hand just from you squeezing it. "Need something boys?"
Even from here Price can see the way Sullivan's eyes darken as well at the deep moan that tumbles out of Price's throat and Price has to bite his lip to keep the noises in check.
"I-" Sullivan sucks in a breath, scales slowly turning to the shade of an overcooked lobster. "I. . . I forgot."
"Can we join?" Gaz asks, chuckling at Sullivan's wide-eyed look. "What? As you weren't thinking it." He shrugs and places a kiss on his cheek when Sully nods meekly.
"I don't know." You hum, letting go of Price's cock to tilt his head to you, meeting his eyes. "Do you want your boys to help you keep focused?"
Price swallows, knows that all that awaits him should he accept would be pleasurable torture, but his bones burn with the need to have his hoard close to him, taking care of him for a change. "Yeah," He growls, less whiny and more demanding.
You hum and roll the chair back to create space for the two men beneath the table, "On your knees." You don't miss the way the authority in your voice makes both men shiver.
"You heard him," Gaz grins and pulls Sullivan towards you two by the hand, reminding you more of a puppy than any harpy as he happily gets on his knees.
Your gaze skirts to Sullivan as he tentatively settles on Gaz's right, pitch black eyes hidden behind that fringe you keep telling him to cut. "You alright with this Sully?" You ask, knowing the man's sexual experience is limited to one girlfriend and your team, and even then he's shy about many acts. "You don't need to do something you're unsure about. No one is going to be mad."
"I, yes. I want this." He swallows, looking back at you. "I, uh. . . I got some pointers." He says shily.
Gaz just snickers and throws his arm over Sullivan's shoulder. "I helped," He says proudly, wing spreading out to wrap around Sully's back.
"Rubbing off on my sergeant already huh?" You snort, your attention turning to Price when he growls, capturing his lips in a kiss to placate his demanding draconic side while your hand lets go of his cocks — an open offering to the two sergeants.
"Only in a good way." Gaz grins and leans in, opening his mouth and pink little tongue lolling out to lick at one leaking cock like he knows Price likes, lips wrapping around the tapered head and sucking on it, amusement bubbling in his chest when you hold Price's hips firm so he can't buck up.
Sullivan follows suit, less confident but still willing, holding the other cock in his smooth scalled hand and tentatively giving the crown a kiss, dark eyes watching both of your reactions as he slowly trails kisses around the cumhole, growing bolder with every small whimper until he's gently suckling on the tip like Gaz had done.
"You're doing good Sully," You praise, even your voice is hoarse from the way Price squeezes down on you now that the two sergeants are servicing his cocks. "You too Gaz." You reach down to gently pet his hair so Kyle doesn't feel left out, "Both of you, so good for me and Price."
Price, for his sake, may as well be a mindless animal from the way his brain is steadily melting out of his cocks like a lit candle, moaning low in his throat, his eyes closed to just feel the pleasure that's assaulting him on both ends. He can tell the difference between Gaz's and Sullivan's mouths, the duality of firm swipes of the tongue across his shaft and the kitten licks on his most sensitive parts making his head swim, hips trying uselessly to fuck into the hot mouths and your own cocks.
He whines when you grip his hips firmly. "No," You snort, both arms keeping his hips still so he can do nothing but endure. "You're not getting off until the job's finished."
Price shivers, "Bastard." He growls weakly, his eyesight blurry as he tries to focus on the document.
"Pot, kettle." You grin against his skin, helping guide his arm towards the documents where he left off. "C'mon, it's just a few pages, then your sergeants will be able to reward you fully."
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not-a-bot-just-shy · 6 months
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Hmmm imagine darling helping yan push out eggs but before theyre all out gets aroused again and fucks more into them
You hadn’t exactly jumped at the chance to stuff someone full of your eggs the first time.
It was a strenuous process, and moreover, an extremely intimate and vulnerable process for you and your species. But, of course, your yan and your hormones conspired against you, their body welcoming you in so deliciously, their eyes rolling back into their head with the press of each egg as they deliriously begged you to knock them up.
Knock them up you had.
For days after, they took every chance they got to mention how full and round they were, with your eggs. How they felt so warm and happy, knowing they would get to raise your children. Pulling your hand to feel the bump in their stomach, smiling at you with dewy eyes, pleading for you to cuddle with them and bring them food at all hours of the day and night…
Eventually, of course, they had to lay the eggs too— and they begged for your help, your touch, to get them through it. After all, these were your eggs, so wasn’t it kind of your fault and responsibility now?
( MDNI, No Age In Bio DNI )
CW: oviposition, eggpreg, laying eggs, some sadism/masochism, breeding
You grit your teeth as your yan squirms in your hold, fighting down your own lust. You know it’s not right, they have to lay the eggs, they can’t hold them inside forever— but something in you wishes they could, insists that they can. The exhausted slump of your yan’s body and the sweat slicking their feverish skin, don’t help. the wet sounds each egg makes as they push it out, accompanied by their own piteous, pained whines, help even less.
You can’t help it when your ovipositor peeks out in interest the more they writhe and cling to you. You can’t help wanting to change positions, watching their puffy hole stretch and strain around your egg, muscles fighting to force it out— and you certainly can’t help it when your curiosity leads you to push it back in, just to see what happens— and your yan’s eyes roll back into their head, body spasming as they cum all over themselves.
You shove your fingers deeper and let them still, waiting for your yan to come back to. They gasp in the aftershocks of the unexpected orgasm, hole fluttering madly around your fingers even as the rest of their body lays limp. Their eyes are hazy when they meet yours, desire and apprehension mixed together. It breaks something inside you.
“P-please,” they whine, “‘s too much, it hurts… need to, to lay them, please… you— you said you would h-help.”
“And you said you wanted these inside you, begged me for them… and now you just want to get rid of them, like they’re nothing?” You mock, scissoring your fingers, working to push the egg back even deeper inside. Your yan lets out a warbling breath, unable to breathe deeply enough to moan.
Your ovipositor aches between your legs. You can feel more eggs deep inside you, needing to be laid soon anyway. Why waste a perfectly warm, wet hole just because it’s already half-full of your eggs? Your yan’s breath hitches even further when your fingers slide out of them, only to feel the head of your ovipositor against them.
They choke on another half-moan, squirming weakly. You can’t tell if they’re trying to get away or beg for more, the only things they seem to remember how to say being your name and the word “please.”
You flip them over and pull their hips up, sliding into them and hissing from the warmth. They’re feverish, hotter than you’ve ever felt before. You slide in and out experimentally, but they don’t need to be opened up nearly as much as the first time. Your eggs had stretched them out— the thought of their hole stretched around your eggs makes you twitch inside them, and your yan whines even more pathetically.
They cry out more and more with every thrust, with every new egg you press into them. They cum over and over again without you even touching them in the front, tears streaming down their face at the burn and stretch of their hole and stomach. You curl around them, rubbing their stomach as you feel it stretch with each new egg, this clutch bigger than the last even without your older eggs already inside them. Your yan goes fully limp under you as they cry from the pleasure-pain.
“You wanted this— wanted me, my eggs— stop crying and— and fucking take it,” you growl in their ear.
All they can do is whine, weakly rolling their hips back against yours.
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lezhunting · 27 days
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thinking about enjoying another night with my current project, their hands bound and a fresh cloth gag to muffle their cries. some nights i take them lively and loud, some nights i have them quiet and cruel. this starts like the second, with me forcefully encouraging their legs open so my fingers can have at them. they’re cool, wet, bringing lube each time they come back to my captives slit to spread and tease their hole, slowly fuck it full, finger by finger. i keep a tight hold on them with my other arm, trapping them where i want them while they squirm in my grip. the lube drips down my fingers, dirtying my palm when it presses down against their cunt, pushing my digits deep and bullying their clit. they squirm more when they feel how hard i am against them; they know whats coming when my fingers slow down. they still gasp and whine when my cock replaces my fingers, voice weak through the gag. when my hips start to make a pace, thudding against theirs again and again, what voice they have isnt enough to defend themselves from what i moan to their ear. how wet they are, how perfect they hold me, how much it turns me on feeling them get into things. they want to tell me im wrong, that im sick, that they’d never choose this, they’d never want this, that theyre only so wet because i made them like that— but getting any words out through their gag is almost impossible, and with me pounding out their guts, they don’t have the strength to try— so all they can do is cry and shake their head while their cunt flutters around my dick
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rodolfoparras · 7 months
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Okokokok butt
Graves laughing and making snide comments about your strength because of a small mistake you made during training,
Only to find himself locked in a full-nelson (the sex kind), shaking knees held up to his shoulders while you pound into him, his back pressed up against your chest as your previous loads spill out around your cock
He's sobbing and whining out apologies, begging for forgiveness as he's thrusted up n down, an maybe he's cum so many times you can't tell if he's still got any left or if he's just pissing himself at this point
Either way, he would promise not to doubt you again, only to do the exact same thing the next day, all because he enjoys being treated like some dollar store whore
Ernmm nobody ever talks about Graves like I talk about him......this is the last rant about him i swear
Also it's always "let's not kinkshame!!" until the kink is slightly less vanilla than they want it to be😒 like just say you want to limit yourself an be done with it😔
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…🚹 anon I’m going to find you and force you to post your writing because I’ve never looked at graves this way MAKING HIM CUM SO MANY TIMES YOU DONT EVEN KNOW IF ITS CUM OR PISS I’m being fully serious when I say I have seen some graves hc but this ask is literally the best of all of them
OVERSTIMULATIING HIM SM HE TRIES TO AVTUALLY CRAWL AWAY MUTTERING NO MORE NO MORE ONLY TO BE PULLED BACK OMTO YOUR DICK
Forcing him to clean his little hole up right in front of you before filling it up again:/
Also having the whole thing being recorded just to remind him when he forgets but he just uses the recordings to jerk off even though you’re basically spitting on him in the recording shoving him around treating him like absolute dirt while having him so fucked out
OH MY GO FORCING HIM DOWN TO HIS KNEES NO MATTWE WHAT SETTING EVEN IF HIS SOLDIERS ARE AROUND THEY ALTESDY KNOW HES SUCH A WHORE THEYRE USED TO IT and he’s down on his knees sucking your dick but the needy little whore needs more so you have another soldier help you out :/ or having to train his little soldiers like dogs on how to fuck him right
Thank you for being brave enough to talk about this 🚹 anon🙏🏼
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outivv · 1 year
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— what about your own world? —
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Synopsis: they ask what your life was like in your own world
Warnings: ehhh semi angst? Semi fluff? Crying, and Idk if I should put a warning for this- but a single mention of death in sebek’s Part, But, as always not proofread :p
Characters: deuce, idia, Sebek, And malleus
Pronouns for reader: gender neutral/ not mentioned
A/n: hello hello!! I’ve been on big idia and Sebek brain rot recently, I may honestly weite another thing for them later too HEVJEEG. Theyre both one my favorites what can I say. Anyways, hope you enjoy!! Have a great rest of your day <3
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— Deuce —
“What was your life back… you know… back home?” Deuce asks. You’re supposed to be fetching ingredients for a potion you need to make in class, but deuce has seemed… distant, or maybe distracted, this entire time. Now you know why, of course. “Why do you ask that.” You dont look at him, reaching for a jar full of specific bird feathers, which are very important for this potion. The rows and rows of bookshelves full of jars, full of ingredients, were the only audience to hear your conversation, so you didn’t mind telling him what your life was like, however, you wondered why he would ask such a thing.
He thought for a moment, as you climbed down the ladder you were on, and handed him the jar of feathers. “Well I was just thinking. Cause you’ve been here for almost a whole year, Crowley must be close to finding a way for you to go back home.” Deuce walked down the row of shelves to the next ingredient you needed as he spoke. He’s right, you’ve been here a long while, and Crowley must be close to getting you home by now… (but you’re not too… trusting of that. Despite what Crowley may say.) was deuce worried about you going home?
“Well, even if he does find a way for me to head back home, I’m not so sure I’d take that opportunity.” Deuce whips his head around, almost dropping all the jars He was holding. You quickly put you arms around his own, to secure the jars, giving him a look that screams ‘oh my god- please be more careful’. He looked away embarrassed, “why not?” Referring to what you said before. “Hmm, well, I like my life here. And back home wasn’t all that great so. If I could pursue something here, be happy… keep all my friends, stay with you, then I’d rather do that than be somewhere where I wasn’t… enjoying myself I suppose.” Deuce teared up at that, he can be very dramatic at times… “are you crying?” He quickly turned around hiding his tears as he kept walking “no! Just allergic to whatever is in these jars.” He said in between sniffles. You sighed trailing behind him. If you had any doubts before you certainly don’t now, as it’s clear you can’t leave deuce alone.
— Idia —
Idia is insecure with your… relationship. God he can barely even call it that. He feels like he barely even does anything… why would you put up with him? He’s sure that the moment Crowley found a way for you to go home, that you’d be jumping at the opportunity. He holed himself in his room even more than usual, and you, as his partner, of course noticed. A few days into his depression spiral, Idia heard a familiar knock on his door, followed by a voice, “idia? Can I come in.” It was you, of course. The only people allowed in his room are you and ortho, and ortho doesn’t really knock. “Yeah…” He Said Just loud enough for you to hear.
Upon entering, you could see idia wasn’t even gaming at his desk like usual, instead sitting in his bed, curled up in blankets upon blankets, scrolling on his phone. His room was dark without the light of his computer, you could barely see him, as his hair was mostly hidden in the blanket, and his phone was the only thing illuminating his face. “Idia? What’s wrong.” You said walking over to sit on the edge of his bed. You moved the blanket off from over his head, revealing some of his fiery blue hair, and running your fingers through it. “What was your life like back in your own world.” His cold tone made you widen your eyes. He doesn’t ever take that tone with you, only before your relationship started, and that was mostly because he was so anxious around you, being cold was kinda his default.
“What do you mean?” You tilted your head, And He quickly sat up his blue hair turning bright orange and red, as he screamed “your own world! Your home! When Crowley finds out how to get you back you’ll leave me, because that is your home. That is where you belong!” His words sounded harsh to anyone else, they sounded like he wanted you gone, like he wanted you to leave because you didn’t belong. But that wasn’t the case and you knew it. You could see how small he looked, his blankets open, revealing his shaky hands. Looking up at his face, surrounded by flame, you could see the tears welling in his eyes, his dark circles deeper than usual. Has this been bothering him for the past few days?
“Can I hug you?” You ask, as to not overwhelm him in a very intense moment for him. He nodded, and you slowly wrap your arms around him, he grips onto your jacket, and resting his head on your shoulder, wetting your uniform as tears start flowing. You don’t care about that though. “My life, in my world had It’s ups and downs. I have people there that I miss.” You started and he sobbed, and screamed harder, his mind spiraling, thinking your words confirm all that he’s been feeling, and thinking, the past few days. His hair reflecting his thoughts, as it started burning brighter, wrapping itself around you, but it never hurt, or burned you. “But. I love you more.” You start again, and idia grabs onto your jacket with both hands, one clawing at you back, while the other holds onto your front. He doesn’t want to let you go. “I know that no matter what Crowley finds, if I can’t return to you, then I won’t ever go back to my word.” Your arms wrap around him almost protectively, as he sobs out his feelings that he’s been keeping to himself for the past few days. Except, he knows you won’t leave him.
— Sebek —
Sebek loathes humans, he believes they are weak, and would pity them if he had the time to. But after meeting you, he’s found that humans aren’t weak, magicless or not, you have stopped 6 (almost 7 heh) overblotted students. That is quite a feat that even must admire. “You know [name] may return to their own world eventually right?” Lilia said, snapping Sebek from his thoughts of you. “What?” He furrowed his brows, Lilia cant believe that right? I mean… with the life you’ve built here and all… and with how close you two had become you won’t leave him right? “I’m sure [name] misses their family, friends, you know.” Lilia truthfully brought up this conversation because he wanted to see how Sebek would react.
Lilia knows that Sebek harbors feelings for you, whether sebek wants to admit it to himself or not. Lilia knows he is deep in denial. Sebek Looks down at the lunch table he’s sitting at, pondering. “I must go speak with them.” He suddenly Said, grabbing his bag, and lunch tray, to go search for you. He found you in the courtyard, you usually eat lunch there with grim, deuce, and ace. “Human!” Sebek shouted as he approached your Little group. Ace almost dropped his lunch at Sebek s booming voice, while deuce instantly looked ready to fight if Sebek made a single wrong move. “I need to speak to you. Alone.” He Said staring down at you, a very apparent scowl on his face. You looked at him like how he imagines a small animal looks seconds before death. “Uhh yeah for sure.” You respond, as you grab your bag, and put your lunch away. Leading inside, to a quiet hallway is when he starts asking questions, “are you planning on going back to your own world when Crowley… finds a way back for you…” straight to the Point as always, but you don’t miss the meek tone in his voice. A very sharp contrast from what he was portraying mere seconds ago.
“Uhhh I’m not sure yet, why?” You question, very very confused. Sebek puffs his chest out, almost smug, as he says “no reason. Goodbye now.” And walks away. You stand there absolutely confused out of your mind, and when you return to your friends, you just… sit there… for a moment. Later in the day however you overhear a specific someone talking to another specific someone “I told you [name] wouldn’t be leaving.” Sebek’s booming and prideful voice could be heard even though you were outside the classroom, “well you never specifically said that, but a win is a win I suppose.” Lilia said with a sigh, faking defeat, “but does them considering staying mean that you’ll be asking them out? May solidify their decision to stay here.” Sebek is frozen at Lilia’s words, to which Lilia only laughs. And when you walk into the classroom sebek’s face turns into a deep frown of shame, surprise, and absolute despair, to which you and Lilia absolutely lose it over.
— Malleus —
You cant leave him. You shouldn’t leave him. Malleus wants the one person who he has ever loved this way, to stay by his side, to rule with him, to love him as he loves you. Of course you aren’t… dating… yet, so he doesn’t have any way of telling you these feelings without sounding scary as hell, and Even he knows that. So he expresses it in a… less… obvious way I suppose. “[name]?” He asks, while you’re on one of your late night walks together. Usually he’s rambling on about the gothic architecture of the school, but Today he’s been unusually quiet. Until now of course. “Yes?” You ask, looking over at him where he was already looking right at you.
“What was your life like? Back in your realm, I mean.” He simply asks. You have to think on that for a minute actually, It’s such a strange question that you truthfully didn’t expect from malleus. It’s to the point where you wonder if there’s hidden meaning behind it. “Well, it was good for the most part. I mean… I miss my family, and friends, so that must show how good it was Haha” you say with a sad smile. You really have been feeling homesick these past few days, and malleus’s question kinda sent you over the edge. Before long, tears start falling from your face, malleus stops dead in his tracks to embrace you as soon as he realizes your crying.
He realizes you miss your own life, in your own realm, but He cant help but feel upset, and possessive. He wants you to stay with him, he wants you to love him the way he loves you, he wants to hold you like this forever if that’s what it took to keep you by him. “It’s alright, child of man.” Is the only thing that slips past his lips. He bites his tongue as to hold back all the words he wants to spew, about how he loves you, how you can stay here with him! And how he would miss you ever so dearly if you left… “I’m sure Crowley will find a way back for you.” His mouth grows dry at his own words, and his voice shakes. You look up at him, to see him not looking at you, but straight ahead, tears falling down his face. He wants to scream how much he loves you, how much he wants to protect you, but he can’t. He knew that would break your heart, and his own if he did.
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euijoosorangeslice · 6 months
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imagine being in a car ride with &t buttt you have to sit on yuma’s lap since there’s no room, yeah I think we all know what happens next 😣
Fuck you i hate you sm yeah honestly very Yuma thing.
warnings: degrading, creampie, fingering, exhibitionism? getting caught, car sex. fem!reader and idol!yuma.
•Like imagine you guys are all piling into cars, but they both only have 4 seats. But you’ll be fine right, because Yuma says that you can sit on his lap. That dumb little smirk he has on his face tells you everything. ATLEAST you get the window seat!
•It’s pretty cold in the car because for some odd reason Jo wants to freeze to death. They are all asleep from the long ride, so you start to doze off too. Until you feel a pair of hands on your waist. “Yuma…I’m tired.” He just chuckles, heading under your shirt to grope your chest. “No one will know. That’s why I brought this.” He pulled out a cover, draping it over your lap.
• You roll your eyes, leaning back onto his chest. You immediately froze, gasping in shock. “Sorry, angel. You just feel so good right now.” His erection was poking your ass. He used his hand to slide under your skirt, rubbing your folds through your cotton panties. You let out a small whine, looking around to make sure no one heard. “Theyre sleeping. Focus on my fingers.” He used his left hand to move your panties, slowly plunging his fingers inside of your wetness. You shut your eyes in pleasure, feeling Yuma smirk against your neck.
• “Wow, so I guess a slut like you loves to be watched. Otherwise you wouldn’t be so wet right now.” He whispered, you moaning slightly louder as his fingers sped up. “Yuma, w-wait I can’t-“ He pulled your panties off, rubbing your clit with his thumb and making you squeal. “Shut up, whore. Unless you want everyone to hear.” The van was mostly quiet, but the ac muffled sounds of your wet cunt being fingered roughly and your soft moans. But you two could still hear them.
•Yuma removed his fingers, making you whine. “Do I need to teach you manners? Be patient.” He pushed his sweatpants down to his ankles, stroking his length before lining it up with your hole. He used one hand to push in, using the other to cover your mouth. You moaned, silenced by his hand. Yuma let out a small grunt, sighing in relief when he bottomed out.
• He slowly started to move, stuffing your hole over and over with his cock. You couldn’t help but moan, back arching against his chest. He lifted your leg, thrusting faster and faster. “Yes! Fuck Y-Yuma! Just like that.” You whined into his palm, hearing his heavy breathing and grunting. “Yeah? You like that? Like when I fucking ruin your pussy you slut?” You could barely answer, just moaning his name and saying yes more times than you could count. “Be a good girl and cum on my dick.”
•Your legs shook as your orgasm hit, making you gasp and relax onto his lap. Yuma slid deeper inside of you, shooting his seed into your stomach. “Fuck…I couldn’t wait any longer baby. Needed to fuck you full.” You sat there for a few minutes, heavily breathing and reaching down to pull your panties up. Yuma put his sweatpants back on, looking over to his bandmate that was sitting to his left.
Taki was completely red in the face, at a loss for words. “I was um…a-awake. The whole time.” Now it was Yumas turn to blush. “Sorry.” His eyes trailed down to Takis hand, which was in his pants. Upon Yumas gaze, he quickly removed it and the two looked away from each other. Great, still 15 more minutes of silence.
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a/n: this Yuma thought destroyed me
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nekassvariigs · 1 year
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Shanks, mihawk with an s/o who is secretly very strong like y/n can be getting yelled at and she doesn't do anything and if y/n is in danger she was always saved.but this time Y/N kinda just snapped like she made a whole bloodbath
(its a bit harder to write some gore for mihawk since the man is known not to go looking for trouble so this was my best idea for him)
Shanks
he's seen you loose your shit once but he was still suspicious that it wasn't your full extent of emotions.
Shanks had a bone to pick with a certain crew for a long time however it wasnt until the bastards showed up trying to put holes in his ship that he began getting really upset with them.
"Duck!" he'd jesture for you to evade the oncoming attack knowing fully well you liked when he showed up in a blaze of glory to save your ass.
And so, you stood there waiting for the blade to strike you to feel the sting of ripping skin and yet nothing, a strong clash of metal echoed before you Shank's sword glistened in the sunlight his aura irreversably tense.
"I told you to duck, it's the last time i'm doing this." his usually soothing voice came off as an abrupt shout at you, his eyes never looking near you as he plunged the sword in the man before him.
Truth be told that ruined the picture perfect moment of saving the underdog and left you feeling bitter.
Without a warning the body he shielded with his own was long gone when he tried taking a step back to guard you from the fallen man. He looked around for you as if you had dissapeared in thin air, a loud trail of groans and painful whimpers clouded his ears as he looked forward to the sight before him.
They didn't aim to be killing anyone, however it seemed the battle had reached its peak, the floorboards creeked under your weight, the sound of bodies collapsing in loud thuds only reassured Shanks' earlier doubts about you.
You lay upon a pile of men their blood trickling down in an upsetting and horrid manner, Shanks' was stunned to say the least, he thought of you as a powerful fighter but even this beat what he had in mind.
You sat there a trail of steam forming from your breath in the cold air, nothing in your body moved, only the rise of your chest as you took deeps breaths.
There was a slight klinch behind Shanks a gust of wind going upwards as someone reached behind him their sword drawn with a coarse battlecry.
He looked at you confidently making a split second decision to see what kind of beast truly lays under this calm facade you've always put up.
In a seconds notice the strong gust of wind from your body making its way past him sent his red hair sweeping across his face. With a proud smirk he looked past his shoulders, your sword seethed in its place the man before you already out cold in his own blood.
Before he got a word in you were already gone onto the next leaving a wake of men shouting for their crew to leave before theyre all dead.
He chuckles with new found confidance in you albeit the dripping blood that neared his shoes made him realise he might need to interferre with you personally.
Your heart was in no way weak of will yet the moment he used his Haki on you left you with a stumble to your step. His gaze was certain without a mistake he was ordering for you to stop, the battle was over they had lost and you had won, so theres no more need for you to slash through even half awake bodies.
Your eyes met his in an instant the sour urge for blood had dissapated, you sighed, a long drag to seethe your sword for the last time you walked to gaze over at the sea. There were no birds in sight only a pair of sea kings leaping through the deep sea waters.
Shanks came to stand beside you his arms hovering over the end of the ship he spoke up.
"Didn't know we kept a beast locked up for so long." he laughed the pleasant roar of his chest made even you smirk under your composure.
Mihawk
He's a man who goes out at sea only when necessary therefore hes had his fair share of witnessing you fall helplessy many times.
He nearly pities you, your way of fighting was ineffective against most who've went through the basics of swordsmanship. His constant passive insults seemed to build up in your head, his judgemental stare each time you fell down, the coldness in his eyes as he retorts to how you should work on your balance as he steps over to shield you from an attack.
Well theres a time for everything.
He agreed to take you along on one of his voyages you were standing behind him the entire time watching how the water spilled over his makeshift raft.
"Try not to fall." He spoke up clutching his black sword over his shoulder eyes pointing over to the ship before him.
It was rare when he decided to dock the ships he passed however since you were with him he wanted to see if you improved atleast a bit.
Much to his surprise a clash of green swiped past his face, it wasn't an attack he insinuated and yet it it sliced the ship clean.
He watched at the sight before him, the massive ship splitting open as it held no common ground to steady its split parts.
You walked before him and without explanation started throwing long range attacks, he stepped back a foot, his plan to passivley scold you had been taken out of the books.
He was notcing your footwork, your stance and breathing. There had been no flaws in it which left him questioning if it all had been a fluke this entire time. He watched you swing your sword in everywhich direction which made it painfully obvious you were aiming at something to be hit and yet what caught his eye was your concentration and the blood thirsty aroua around you, you were allowing no mistakes to be made.
The way you changed the angle of your attack as if you sensed someones movement on the ship, landing throws wasn't random anymore it had a purpose even he didn't see.
He was beginning to wonder when did you have the time for training with how busy he liked keeping you.
You quickly ended your attacks throwing your sword over your shoulder. In a moment of silence and crashing waves a chorus of pained wails was heard.
It had to be one of the most eerie sounds he's ever heard on the open sea as his eyes windened to the sound his scowl growing a bit more dense he kept looking between you and the now collapsed ship.
He was heavily intrigued his eyes told that much.
When you turned around nothing prepared for the total calmness he felt over the eased look in your eyes, however the glint that shined within them spoke volumes of how much expetise you had.
"Fight me." He spoke calmly haven't witnessed a power like his in a while, the water before his raft floating with debris and unmistakenly blood from the men you had attacked. You smiled at his request the two of your shared little to no place for footwork and his sword was long enough to reach the other end of his raft.
He wasnt sure if it was an intimidation tactic but the way you dipped your sword in the blody water to let it drip on his raft left him a little on the edge.
After reaching a draw he sat back, his large black hat tipping over his eyes he told you "Why have you been fighting like a newborn chick?"
You caught your breath sitting down before him on the raft you spoke with your sword resting on your shoulder. "You've never asked to fight seriously." a chuckle from you made him feel like a bit of an idiot, perhaps he should have challenged you sooner or atleast once told you to fight like it meant your life.
He sighed noticing a mark on his boot, it had been cut, not enough to fully cut through but enough to leave a mean scuff on it, no doubt your doing.
He stared long at the mark until you reached your destination, his eyes boring into the back of your skull as you offered him your presance. He had lost the duel without noticing, you left the scuff there to show him he needed not to underestimate you.
The following ride back he continued to slash his sword at you in moments where you werent paying attention, watching how effortlesly you doged his attacks you warned him "If you're attacking me, aim to kill me." You smiled with a twisted twinkle in your eyes, and he did as you said slashing true his blade left a soft incision over your cheek, payback for his scuffed boot.
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sonic characters playing minecraft headcanons bc i cant sleep:
-tails is a huge redstoner. he builds giant farms for everyone on the server to use and also has a tendency to be responsible for most of the server's lag. in their umiverse tails is the one to invent wireless redstone
-tails also likes building house exteriors while amy builds the interiors. they work on a lot of projects together
-amy also runs a business making interiors because shes known to be the best at it on the server
-amy runs a shop selling mob loot because she loves killing things. she's also a master pvper and everyone fears her so you know no one would dare steal from her. she kills withers on the regular and makes bank off the nether stars
-she's also very skilled at using both the axe and the sword, but not as good at ranged weapons.
-sonic is an explorer and likes mods that allow for gear that makes him faster and increases his step height. mountain biomes are the bane of his existance in vanilla
-sonic used to live in tails' house but he would ruin his item sorter system all the time so he asked sonic to get his own storage. sonic now lives in a hole under tails' house
-sonic's a big potion user. he likes speed potions + water breathing / night vision potions for dealing with water stuff. he's soooo brave about it. he forced himself to take on a water temple because he couldnt stand the idea of there being an enemy he couldnt defeat. being underwater makes him sick tho
-knuckles is a miner and his house is a series of tunnels that blends into his mine. he also likes building things mainly with stone materials. he takes inspiration from irl angel island.
-rouge is a big flyer. shes possibly the best elytra user on the server
-rouge collects all the gems in the game and stacks them in shulker boxes in a vault nobody on the server has found yet. she does randomly flex by taking them out and showing them off. she'll go up to knuckles and just place a shulker box full of diamond blocks in front of him to taunt him, then quickly grab it and fly away.
-rouge doesn't mine so much as she'll trade or steal. she mainly steals from knuckles tho just to mess with him. knuckles always gets confused where his stuff has gone and still hasnt figured out rouge is the one taking it.
-rouge will also trade random missions for gems. these missions will often consist of helping with playing pranks on other members of the server.
-cream runs a flower and dye "shop" where she has super cheap prices, but half the time she will just give people flowers as gifts. everyone returns the favor with much more valuable items to make her happy but it technically doesn't count as selling/buying because cream never asks for anything in return. she does like receiving gifts tho
-big is always on the server, fishing. little do they know big is actually physically in the minecraft world. he doesnt know how he got there but he's vibin
-knuckles is very into minecraft lore. he likes exploring to learn more about the world and he likes finding old ruins. while sonic is also an explorer it's not too often they'll actually team up unless theyre specifically going to fight a difficult enemy. usually they prefer to go solo
-when time came to fight the ender dragon everyone showed up (except cream because she didn't think the dragon is evil and didnt want to kill it). shadow, sonic, and knuckles were all fighting for the final hit on the dragon. shadow got the hit but sonic stole the egg before anyone else could. he's hiding it in the hole under tails' house. rouge has her sights set on that thing and will figure out where it is any moment now. she just has to wait for tails to leave the house so she can search without being seen or heard
-shadow was the first on the server to get the achievement for collecting all the cats
-shadow is also a pretty good builder and he lives in a nice house with his cats. he has the most maxed out armor on the server
-tails has a solo world as well where he runs like 1000 mods that nobody else's computer could handle. i thought this was important to mention
-sonic likes to collect heads. both mob heads and player heads. he has 20 knuckles heads and 13 shadow ones but he could not get a tails one until tails donated one himself to the collection.
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