#(shaking fist) THEY CANT KEEP GETTING AWAY WITH THIS

[ivysprophecy]

slim pickins

warnings; bad date? mentions of sex, cursing underage drinking and yes i meant for it to be written poorly i was trying to keep the humor of the album in the writing

no pressure tags; @murdockcastleslut @kimoralov3 @arkofblake

word count; 1911

summary; youre tired of not finding a decent guy who will treat you right and lay you right. at least not one you've known since you were kids. however you just cant help yourself. besides its slim pickins out here you take what you can get.

divider by @bernardsbendystraws

i wanna make one thing clear, when i say there are no good guys left i do not wanna hear about you and your boyfriend of three years that can cook and loves your mom.

thats exactly what im talking about maddie!!! i dont give two fucks that he took you to barnes and noble and bought you every book you wanted.

they are all taken. its plain and simple.

which is why even with a full roster, im stuck taking fucking zander, yes with a z, to my friends' kegger.

i mean yea hes cute. hes tall, built but not that gross kind of muscly. but if were being real i shouldve known better when he was joking about being a male stripper when hes a ginger.

and i can tell kie is judging me, rightfully so. her side eye is lethal. when i introduced him to everyone she asked him about his greta van fleet tee and he said he didn't even know it was a band.

needless to say pope had to drag her away.

after that incident i decided it was best if we tried to talk away from the rest of the group. boy was i wrong.

"so what do you like to drink? ill go grab us something," i offer trying to start the conversation, also avoiding the usual problem with taking a drink from men.

"im good with whatever"

i like to think im not a violent person, but im about to be.

"does a beer sound okay?" i ask him grabbing a twisted tea for me from the cooler.

"sure thing." god why is he acting like such a bitch? i should ask him if he's on his period.

i hand him the can, our fingers brush and its my final clue for the night that i am definitely not going home with him. no spark at all. hes done just about everything else to piss me off.

he did the thing where he licks his lips exaggeratingly looking me up and down, making a point to make sure i saw.

he walks so slow for being 6'3.

and finally he tried to mansplain my career to me. i'd had just enough when he opens his mouth again

"ew, you like twisted tea? who likes sweet tea?" his face contorted in disgust, it was about to contort from my fist breaking his goddamn nose if he keeps talking to me like this.

"we literally live in the south dude." my face could not make it any clearer i am so done with this guy.

"still, sweet tea is disgusting. im not kissing anyone that drinks that nasty shit."

"who said i wanted to kiss your nasty fucking mou-" i was interrupted by the sound of a very familiar giggle behind me as his arm wrapped around my shoulder, the smell of his deodorant and sea salt that cover his skin start to put you at ease.

jj was always there when you needed him, sometimes even when you didnt but right now you couldn't be more grateful. "im glad you found those mama i got em just for you. remembered theyre your favorite. right?"

and you wanna know the best part? zander is shaking already pissed off that jj is at my side. territorial i guess.

"you mind?" he asks him nodding his head at me like im not even there.

jj cant help but laugh at him "yea bud i do mind. she's hanging out with me tonight. have fun with your ipa dick." and with that he steers us off to where the rest of the pogues are.

but not before i can look over my shoulder and give the ginger an innocent smile and a shrug as if i had no control over the situation, when really id pick jj over anyone else.

"you owe me a big fat kiss mama," jj whispers in my ear walking us over to where our friends are standing, drinks in their hands laughing and chatting up a storm.

"in your dreams honey."

"every night all night," he quips back before i shove him off me.

now before you give me shit, jj and i have had our fair share of fun, but unfortunately im starting to look for something more serious.

watching john b and sarah be disgusting together is getting to my head. popes got something going on with cleo and im starting to recognize the pattern. and before i know it everyone will be in love if i don't start making an effort in that department.

random casual hook ups aren't doing it anymore, especially considering they aren't even that good.

unless theyre with jj.

but hes not an option, theres too much drama. too much history. too much too much too much. im not what he needs and i know for a fact he doesn't want me in that sense.

is that a bit dramatic? probably.

i mean hes a great lay, he's hilarious, he's got that blue collar kind of muscle, and he genuinely cares about me.

so of course im not going to date him, why would i?

what do you mean make good decisions? id rather do things in the most difficult way possible!

"y/n youve gotta stop giving those guys a chance, im starting to feel bad for you."

"you try finding a decent guy in a ten mile radius." i glare at him, obviously not wanting to joke about this right now.

he sticks his hand out in front of me, "fine i will. let me see your phone."

curious to see what he will do i hand it too him unlocked, he swipes and taps for a few moments, smiling down at the phone before handing it back to you.

when you look back down at the screen all you see is your instagram open with his stupid fucking smiley face on the screen.

he took a picture of himself and posted to my story. written on the screen in bubble letters in my favorite colored heart 'my favorite guy <3'

"i think he's your best bet." that same smile facing back at me now, cockier than ever. so smug i wanna kiss it off his face

i cant help but roll my eyes. "jj im serious! at this rate im going to die alone. every decent guy is taken or unavailable. all i want is someone funny, kind, and attractive is that too much to ask for?"

"im right in front of you mama you dont gotta look far."

"jj we both know we're not the serious kind of relationship im talking about."

"you can think what you want too but ill be here waiting for that kiss you owe me."

"i think all that tequila youve been sipping has gone to your head maybank."

he stands in front of me, taking his signature red cap off his head and putting it on mine smiling down at me, "what do they say in those books you read? you wear the hat you ride the cowboy?"

"this no ten gallon hat and you are no cowboy."

we laugh at each other, its always been easier to do that then actually talk about our feelings. so i put his hat back on his head, backwards the way he i likes it.

"cmon y/n/n, have a few more drinks, relax and hang out and ill make you feel all better later yea? its what im best at, you know."

"its gonna take more than a few more teas to convince me jj"

"what about that thing you like that i do with my tongue, huh mama? doesnt that sound pretty good right now? i think it does."

"i give you one fucking compliment and it goes straight to your head."

"technically its about my head so that makes perfect sense," he hands me another can with that stupid signature smirk of his and his stupid sexy hat backwards. i hate to admit it's working on me.

just like it does every other time.

i squint my eyes at him taking the can, rolling the idea around in my head. "fuck it. its not like anyone else is offering," i take a big sip of my drink.

jj pumps his fist in the air like a victorious idiot giving a few woots and hollars before picking me up and throwing me over his shoulder despite my wishes.

"jb!!" he shouts turning around to face him, "we're headed out!"

john b looks at the two of us shaking his head at how im kicking my feet to wiggle out of jjs oddly strong grip. "make sure you change the sheets when youre done!"

oh my god he did not just say that. "fuck both of you!"

jj just laughs carrying you back to the chateau like a kid who's excited to use a brand new birthday present.

"what happened to letting me have a few more drinks before we left??"

"youre just too irresistable mama, gotta have you now,' he gives my ass a light slap for good measure causing me to roll my eyes for the 600th time tonight.

"are you gonna put me down now?"

he pretends to look like hes thinking about it, "i guess. only so i can watch you walk away," he does as he says helping me get my feet on the ground.

"youre a pervert."

"no im flirtatious, and you love it, you know it makes you blush i see it. now go on and give me a lil walk yea?"

oh im gonna kill him...

oh wait! im gonna kill him!

"okay... fine. but no touching until we get home," i smile walking away exactly like he asked, but i know behind me he is a puddle of mud. standing still, about to start begging me to let him.

he finally catches up after a few seconds "mama please- cmon thats not fair. you look too good in those shorts you know i cant wait that long. just wanna feel you."

i cant help but giggle at his words, its honestly adorable how mopey he gets. like i just kicked his puppy or something.

"hands of jj i mean it... not until that door shuts behind us."

it didn't really matter that i can see the chateau or that ill be there in literally a minute.

its actually painful for jj to not be able to touch me as he pleases.

i turn around to face him with a cheeky smile. "you want me maybank?"

and of course he nods so hard it looks like his head is going to fall right off.

"come and get me," running towards the house, i can see the moment when his reflexes kick in, his boots thudding against the ground as he gains on me.

just before i can make it to the poarch jj wraps his arms around me, lifting me a few inches off the ground and spinning me around in a fit of laughter.

"okay! okay okay okay you win- you got me."

"oh ive got you mama, and im havin you for the rest of the fucking night," he presses a kiss to my neck hauling me inside, the screen door slamming shut after us.

am i gonna regret this tomorrow? most likely.

but what can i say? its slim pickins in this part of town.

[blenselche]

my babyyyy i love it thank you omg

look at this big boy <3333 ily you did such a good job

this is for this scene in From Dec to Sept:

“Why’re you…” he tries, head lolling. Finn’s body shakes from the cackle that runs down the thief’s spine. “What’re you gonna do?”

“You got a nice penny on your head, hero. Didn’t know back then,” she tsks, clicking her tongue to her teeth, “if I’d’a known I wouldn’t’a let you slither away so easy.”

“Not gonna be easy this time neither,” Finn rasps.

He’s thrown to the ground, collapsing in on himself to protect his vitals, but she yanks his head back by a fist in his hair and traces the edge of a dagger over his unscarred cheek.

“You’re boneless chicken right now, kid, don’t get cocky. The posters all say ‘dead or alive’. I got no trubbs going either way.” The grey woman snaps her fangs at him threateningly, wiping her blade off on her dress. “Don’t got that annoying sword to distract me now. We can take our sweet time gettin’ to know each other.”

Finn swallows roughly and his eye catches on a wave in the grass behind them. “Yeah I do,” he ekes through a wobbly grin.

Bandit Princess forces his head back again, exposing his neck and nicking the soft meat under his chin on the edge of her weapon. “Whassat?” she hisses.

“Said yea,” he taunts with a weak laugh, “I do.” Finn gathers what strength he has left and sweeps her feet out from under her.

Thorny canes snap around her wrists to string her up in the trees in a flash before she hits the ground and Bandit Princess grits her teeth at the pain biting into her skin, kicking uselessly as Fern surfaces in front of her, slow and menacing, glaring at her with a hate filled, simmering stare. He doesn’t speak as he snaps a javelin from his wrist and gores her center on it, plunging the tip of it into her diaphragm shallowly.

“Wh-what’s your problem with me, you freak?!” she cries, gulping down a pained yell.

He doesn’t blink. “We have a score to settle.” The two toned voice brushes past her face in a hushed snarl. “Give me back myself,” he bites out next to her ear, knocking something loose in the back of her long forgotten memories of their first encounter. Fern turns and crouches at Finn’s side, cutting him loose and checking his blood pressure. His eyes flare white with rage at the sight of him, last of his humanity leaving its grasp as it rounds back on her to seethe through its fangs.

She’s comprehended her circumstances now, obvious by the startled, terrified look on her face. Fern can smell the fear rolling off of her in waves, sickly sweet epinephrine curling its grass and sharpening its claws.

“Remember what I swore to you?” It invades her personal space, growling low in the back of its throat. Her eyes dart back and forth, heart hammering against her ribcage. “Finn, do you have any moral objections with me keeping to my word?” It cants its gaze back to catch him shake his head with a hard, callous expression, watching intently. A slow smirk spreads over its fangs. “That’s new,” it notes.

“M’not a kid n’ymore,” Finn puffs out through numb lips.

Fern kicks the spear to the side, cutting through Bandit Princess’ waist in a long, jagged wound before it grows demonic and monstrous and snaps its maw in her pale face.

“Told you I’d find a way,” it jeers.

Fern sinks into the earth and snatches onto her ankles, tearing her hands through her bindings as she’s pulled under, and Finn watches her scramble to stay above ground. She screams and grabs fistfuls of grass and weeds, smearing long paths of blood from her wrists over the turf before her movements lock up from paralysis. Their eyes connect as she’s swallowed, disappearing into the dirt to suffocate, buried alive. Muffled noises of struggle echo upwards, the sound of bones breaking crackles softly into the breeze, and Finn tries hard to not feel satisfied but it’s a losing battle. He grows close to passing out by the time the air turns quiet, and he feels himself lift and become weightless, cradled gently to Fern’s chest.

“You need to see Minerva,” it says into his hair. “You’re so pale.”

“S’not done,” Finn whimpers. “Gross. Took a lotta blood.”

“I saw.” Fern turns toward the nearby human city and shrinks, narrowing out and gradually turning more human. “I’ll dismantle her later.” He spits bits of muscle and tendon to the ground, gagging on the taste of someone so bitter. “You did so good remembering how to connect to me, I can’t believe how close I cut it.”

“D’you eat her?” Finn asks absurdly, choking on a freaked out chuckle.

“She got her grossness in my teeth,” his other sniffs. “Perspective, Finn. She was going to slit your throat.”

He laughs airily, sight spinning and limbs weak as he sags further in the embrace. “I love you s’much you big monster,” he mutters against Fern’s peck.

commission for @blenselche

[malk-with-tea]

@queruloustea's latest chapter has put me into a frenzy (positive) and i had to draw them immediately

[sa2mping]

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[karnalesbian]

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[sugume]

CONJUGAL VISIT w/jujutsu Kiasen

Description: in which an inmate of a prison or jail is permitted to spend several hours or days in private with a visitors

More: Fem!Reader, explicit content, unprotected sex, some d/s dynamics with Toji, American prison system? (idk if other countries allow this lol?) 

☾ Ryomen Sukuna 

He's been in solitary for so long that you start to think you'll never see him again. He finally fixes his attitude enough to come in contact with others and eventually gets some visitation rights. Get used to having sex with him here because the guards inform you he isn't leaving for a long time.

 “s’too much Kuna!” You whine into the flat pillow but your boyfriend Sukuna could care less and keeps pounding into you from behind.

“Think I care slut? Been away from this pussy for months now, shut up and take what I give you.” He grits out, pushing deeper into your back with one hand, fisting your hair with the other. He’d be damned if you tell him what to do after all this time away. Do you know how spineless he had to act in order to get this visit, on his ‘best behavior’, desperate to finally be able to sink in some cunt after being surrounded by irrelevant men and guards with their heads up their asses?

“Feels s’good,” you moan when Sukuna hits your special spot. “I’m gonna cum!”

“That fast slut, it hasn't even been ten minutes” He chuckles, leaning down to bite your shoulder.

“Missed you, ‘Kuna, c-cant cum ‘out you.”

“Can’t do shit without me, bet you can’t even function out there without me,” He groans in your hair, you don't understand half of what he’s saying you just nod mindlessly and slam your hips back on his cock.

“Then cum on my cock, whore.”

☾ Gojo Satoru 

He's on a mission that requires him to go to jail. The prison warden is in on it, but that doesn't mean your boyfriend doesn't want to experience the "real deal." He convinces the warden to allow him weekly fuck sessions because he says he can't complete the mission without them.

“i-Im gonna cum ‘Toru!” you whine aloud, to far gone to be embarrassed that your boyfriend is fucking you on scratchy sheets in a bed that probably hasn’t been thoroughly cleaned in years or the fact that multiple other girls have probably been in the same position you’re in with other inmates, on the same bed.

“So tight love, haven't you been using your dildos in my absence?’ he questions as he thrusts into your glistening cunt. Watching as you throw your head back, tears running down your cheeks.

“They’re too small ‘Toru!” You wrap your legs around his hard ass trying to get him as deep as he can.

“Aww, they can't make you cum as hard as I can, can they love?” he pouts against your swollen lips. You shake your head furiously, listening to the sounds your squelching cunt makes when he thrust back in, his balls slapping hard against your ass.

“Think i'll ask if I can get out early on good behavior. I can't leave my girl unsatisfied now.” He chuckles before diving his tongue into your mouth.  

☾ Toji Fushiguro 

Your mans got locked up again! This isn't the first time, nor will it be the last. You don’t know how he convinces the guards to allow you to visit time and time again, but you won't complain. You always miss him when he's gone every few months. The guard just sighs when he sees you’re here for visitation again

“You miss me, little girl?” he grins, sticking thick fingers in your already sopping cunt. “You know I always miss you when you’re gone, daddy.” You gasp, your back hitting the cold concrete wall behind you when Toji curls into your g-spot. 

“So so bad.” you whine, grinding your aching clit on his hard stomach, legs tightening around his slim waist when you find the perfect spot.

“You wanna cum little girl?” he asks while marking up your neck. He needs others to know you’re taken and if he can't be around you at the moment he’ll make it known another way.

“Yes Toji!” You scream.

“Yes what?” He stops his fingers.

“Yes daddy,” you whisper, moving your hips desperate to not lose the orgasm you were chasing. “Please make me come daddy, please!” 

“That's what I thought little girl” He says before continuing his movements and biting down on your heavy bottom lip.

☾ Choso Kamo

Too ashamed that he ended up in prison to allow you to visit him for a while. After much reassurance from you that you don’t look at him differently he finally comes out of his shell and makes friends. Get’s out early on good behavior.

“You think someones watching?” You mumble, looking back at the camera in the corner of the dark lit room.

“F-fuck baby, don’t fuckin’ stop,” Choso whines, gripping your waist, trying to make you bounce on his stiff cock. ‘Who cares if they are, baby? They won’t touch.”

You turn back around and grin down at your boyfriend “mmm, isn't that how you got in here in the first place Choso, beating up a man for touching me?” You start grinding on his cock again.

“Do anything for you, baby.” He moans gripping your waist when your tight walls start squeezing down on him, trying hard not to bust a nut so quickly.

“Yeah,” you moan out, feeling his cock twitch in you. “Now you’re stuck in here for months away from me.” You pout and claw at his chest when Choso starts to bounce you on his cock. God, if only he didn’t beat that man up you’d have this every night.

“Worth it.” He looks up at the camera, imagining the security guard looking down at your ass recoil when he slams you down on his cock

[fanaticsnail]

have/could you write something with katakuri? the size difference... >:3

I have been enabled by the OC discord server run by @discordantwritings. At the request of @maritimebird, it's now here for you too. Thank you for your request, I hope I did it justice!

Take A Seat

Masterlist Here

Word count: very short, unfortunately.

Synopsis: Katakuri finally convinces you to sit on his face, and he won't let you go until he's fully satisfied.

Warnings: smut, no plot, MDNI, 18+, NSFW, face sitting, soft Dom Katakuri x afab!reader, oral sex, mattress grinding, size difference (he's 17' tall).

Once he's convinced you to sit on his face, a single fat stripe between your folds is enough to have his ruby gaze roll back in his skull at the first taste. As soon as you're sat firmly over his face, he cant help but to reach up and hold your hips so you can't get away while he chuckles up into you.

Vibrations of his soft whines of pleasure at your essence rolling over his pallet causes you to cry out, as you have no choice but to take everything he's giving to you. He releases your thighs and circles a single broad grip over your waist, the other softly reaching down to palm at his heavily erect and clothed cock. Rocking your hips backwards and forwards by the single grip of his right hand around your waist, he releases hia cock to gently caresses your cheek with the pad of his left index finger. This is how he checks in, mouth simply too full to ask his questions up to you. His eyes both intimidate and reassure you at once: a possessiveness and neediness at the forefront of his glassy gaze.

You're getting tired holding yourself up over his face, regardless of his firm grip, legs trembling and back hunched over him as you struggle beneath the amount of pleasure driven up in every ridge and divot of his tongue. He's very aware of your overwhelmed fatigue as that tightness winds in your stomach and gently shifts you until your lying comfortably on your back beneath him.

The diameter of his head is enough to pry your thighs widely apart. All you can see is those two ruby orbs staring up at you as he spreads a mixture of his needy saliva and your arousal over your pussy.

He's everywhere all at once, the stimulation of his rhythmic grinding prompting you to clap one hand over your lips to muffle your screams while the other fists at his plum-coloured locks to hold him in place. By the soft rise in your cadence and the way you bury your face into your shoulder, he can sense just how close you are. Humming and groaning into your pussy, he shoots shockwaves of his empathetic bliss through your body.

Growling a soft order, he forces your eyes to crack open to see his eyes first rolling back before they close.

"Cum for me, little mouse. Cum on my tongue. Let me taste your ecstasy," he gently shakes his head to pry open your thighs further before bobbing his head up and down. Rolling and flicking his fat tongue through your pussy, his drool seeping from the creases of his split smile and dripping over his textured morsel, he feels you immediately gush the first waves of bliss into his mouth.

"Fuck, Kata! I-I'm cumming," you mewl, throwing your head back into the pillows and keening for him, "Mmm-... F-Fuck, keep d-doing that. I'm c-cumming!!" The soft whimpers as your vision snaps white is all he needs to hook his hands beneath your thighs and force your legs to cage him completely between them. Humming and gently rocking his clothed cock onto the bed, he feels a soft orgasm roll through him and spurt from his cock and stain the inside of his pants.

Gasping into your pussy, Katakuri adds a burst of cool air which shoots a chill through your core and prolongs the sensation of your bliss. Your walls contract and throb as you ride through your high, softly experiencing the shudders of sensitivity through the borders of overstimulation.

Finally both coming down from your highs, no further words are exchanged between you as Katakuri's eyes meet yours with nothing but love and adoration within. Pupils blown, eyes glassy, his lips find your thigh and press a soft flurry of open mouthed kisses over your soft flesh. Placing your thighs back on the bed, he crawls up and looms over your smaller form beneath him.

Reaching up to caress his cheek, he presses a kiss into your palm while closing his eyes. The love he feels in his heart swells and lingers in the afterglow of unconventional unity. Your adoration is mirrored in the softness of your touch as you draw him down to you. Lips colliding, the kiss he presses into you is slow and intentional, depicting more love and romance than words could ever say.

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[divinesolas]

lies and sneaking

summary; requested: you are sick of being stuck inside the stone hedge walls and decide to sneak out. You end up running into the worst man you know but it leads to a lot more.

fancast!benjicot blackwood x bracken!reader

w.c: 1.4k

c.w: fluff, minor angst, twin!aeron bracken, minor smut, benjicot is annoying, not proofread

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you were giddy that you had even managed to sneak out of the castle at all. despite the late hour the town seemed to be as alive as ever and you could barely believe it.

But you got careless and weren’t paying attention until you bumped into somebody’s back. “oh my gods i am so sorry.” the guy turns around and waves his hands, “no no its,,,” his face drops and you freeze upon seeing him “bracken.” benjicot blackwood. Of course you had to run into him. he was the fucking worst. always tormenting you and your brother, not that you never tormented him back, you all were stuck in this endless hateful loop.

you shush him and look around desperately praying nobody heard him. “please just act like you never saw me.” you try to move away from him but he grips your arm and pulls you into his chest and peers down at you a large grin. “oh i dont think so.” you try to pull away from him but he keeps an arm firmly wrapped around you. “what would your dear old daddy think about his precious little baby sneaking out to town to do gods know what.”

you huff and manage to shake your way out of his arms and hiss at him, “if i am going to get caught i might as well make the most out of it.” you turn away and just pray he truly does not knock on your fathers door and tell him you were here. you thought that would be the last of it and you would not see him again but you hear footsteps trailing behind you and you stop and the footsteps stop too.

you turn around and glare at him while he still has that mischievous grin on his face. “what do you want?” his smirk cant seem to leave his face, “im merely making sure the pretty little pampered princess makes it around okay, wouldn’t want you getting hurt.” you tsk and turn away from him, “fine follow me i dont care.”

you walk for awhile merely looking around the town. “you have no clue where to go huh?” you groan and turn around to him throwing your hands up with annoyance. “yes okay i have no clue where im going i just want to have a little fun but the only place i ever go into town is to the bookstore with aeron but i doubt that would be any fun right now.” you scratch your head in frustration. he takes a step closer to you and you step back, “i can show you somewhere fun.”

You want to say no that he should just go fuck off and leave you alone. but you’re sure he knows a good place to go. is he even trust worthy? no he definitely is not. “fine.” you still cant help but accept his offer and he grabs your forearm and begins to pull you along with him. you almost want to ask him where hes taking you but you dont get the chance before he walks you into a building and you’re immediately hit with the strong smell of alcohol and sweat.

you cough lightly into your fist but he just pulls you against him and continues to walk along. “why are we here?” “where else are we supposed to have fun hmm? you have any ideas?” when you say nothing he hums, “thats what i thought.” when he walks up to the counter and buys the two of you a bottle you take the opportunity to look around the place. It was packed, bodies at every corner and turn, you can see people dancing and turn your head when you see a couple in the corner having way too much fun. suddenly you feel a hand on your ass and turn to look at the guy and he just grins at you.

Benjicot sudden pushes the guy on his chest and glares at him. “get the fuck away from her.” the guy runs away at benjicot’s hard stare and deep voice and you place a hand on your chest to calm your racing heart. you dont know what has your heart racing, the fear or the fact that ben had gotten protective over you.

you shake the feeling from your head you shouldn’t be thinking like that. he is a blackwood for god’s sake. He pulls you to a darker corner of the room and sits you down next to him. pouring you a cup of the ale. The two of you just sit and chat for a while, you hate to admit it but he is good company, hes funny, he pays attention when you talk.

The more and more you drink and the closer and closer you sit next to each other. you don’t know who makes the move first, you think it was him or maybe that was your brain denying it had been you but neither of you reject the action. you grab the collar of his tunic and he grabs your hips, placing you on his lap. his fingers reach down and touch parts of you you never dared to. biting onto the fabric on his neck as your legs quiver from your peak.

Your peak brings a sort of clarity and guilt and dread washes over you as you can feel benjicots hardening cock on your thigh. so you run. you run and run until you can see your home back into view. you cannot believe you had done that and you would never forget it, how could you be so stupid? but as you toss and turn in bed you want to regret it but you cant. you want to see him again. but he’ll probably never want anything to do with you since you ran out on him. this is as it should be you remind yourself you two are supposed to hate each other.

you hope to let yesterday be nothing more than a memory as you tend to the cattle in the afternoon. you hear footsteps approaching and you turn around a smile at the sight of your brother. “brother i…” your words trail off as you see the furious look on his face, “aeron?” “were you in a brothel with benjicot blackwood last night?” you freeze. how could he have found out? “what,, what are you talking about?” you try to laugh it off as a joke but he just glares at you. “answer me.” you shrug as you begin to sweat, “no, that’s ridiculous.” “then why have i been informed you two were seen together last night?”

You feel heat crawling up every inch of your body. you did not want to lie to him but you certainly could not tell him the truth. “i was at the establishment and he let me sit as his table thats all.” “what in the hells were you doing there?” “i am locked here everyday with nothing to do i just wanted to see what it was like brother!”

You can see him having an internal conflict at your words. you want him to believe you. to drop this all in its entirety and move on. but he hardens up and he looks you in the eyes. “did benjicot blackwood touch you?” you straighten up and grab his hands, “no of course he did not aeron.” he turns his head away slight. you can tell he does not believe you and you heart aches, you love your brother but you cannot admit to him the truth.

“Benjicot Blackwood never touched me; I swear this to you, upon the memory of our mother!”

You know its a bad move to bring up your mother, his face completely softens at her mention. he has not been himself since she passed but you know its the one thing to get him to believe you. and he does he nods, “i believe you. im sorry for believing such rumors.” you pull him into a hug and stare out into the distance as he wraps his arms around you. you feel like absolute shit but at least it was over and that was that.

At least until later that day lord blackwood and benjicot show up at your father’s door and you find out benjicot had asked for your hand.

[oreoluvskento]

Boyfriend! Choso

a/n: been thinking hard about choso and I just couldn't help myself sooo here's bf! choso, in my choso era super hard rn

cw: 583 wc, female y/n, some sfw but mostly nsfw so minors dni, university au, overstimulation, choso whimpering, kinda sub choso, kinda dom y/n, handjob, cowgirl, virgin choso, light aftercare

~~~

bf! choso who hasn't actually been in a relationship before so this whole thing is new to him

bf! choso who absolutely loves physical touch, only from you though. he cant stand when other people touch him

bf! choso who wants to make you as happy as possible but doesn't understand that him just being with you is enough.

bf! choso who is an amazing cook but doesn't realize it until you tell him

bf! choso who doesn't know how to take compliments, his face and neck turning pink as he looks away from your face shyly.

bf! choso who doesn't go out much, usually staying in his dorm room. honestly you were lucky to even meet him since he only goes to class and then goes right back to his room

bf! choso who is a virgin and was embarrassed to admit it, but you didn't mind at all, you were excited to teach him

bf! choso who can't control the whimpers that leave his lips as you kiss his neck

bf! choso who didn't know that your lips on his skin would feel this good

bf! choso who finds himself bucking his hips up into the air as you kiss him, just wanting some kind friction against his hardening dick

bf! choso who struggles to stay still as you carefully and slowly jerk him off, you have to sit on his thighs but even with that he almost flips you over

bf! choso who moans hoarsely as he cums in your hands, his hips weakly pumping his dick into your fist

bf! choso who feels himself getting hard again as you lick his cum off of your hand and immediately go in to kiss him again

bf! choso who lets out the sluttiest moan as you slide down his dick, your pussy already wet

bf! choso who grips your hips hard as you fuck him, realizing he won't last much longer but he wants you to have an orgasm before he cums again

bf! choso who starts grinding you against his pelvic bone, your moans adding onto his pleasure

bf! choso who has to bite his lip hard to keep himself from accidentally nutting as you experience your orgasm

bf! choso who is breathing hard now, his body shaking as you continue to ride him, urging him to cum inside of you

bf! choso who releases with a whiny moan, his voice cracking as he squeezes your hips

bf! choso who has tears in his eyes as you continue to milk him, causing him to get overstimulated

bf! choso who complains that its too much, that he cant take it, but doesn't let you move away when you try

bf! choso who can't stop his eyes from rolling to the back of his head when you cum on his dick again

bf! choso who cums inside of you again, this time with weaker spurts and a limp body

bf! choso who doesn't let you go far after you climb off of him, holding you tight to his body as you tell him how good he was for you and how well he did for his first time

bf! choso who ends up falling asleep almost immediately after and wakes up to you massaging his scalp after taking your own nap as well

bf! choso who is extremely happy he decided to study in the library that day he met you

bf! choso who can't see himself with anyone else but you

[usedtobecooler]

thinking about eddie being a grower not a shower and being self conscious about it until you show him how much you love it

warnings: sexual content 18+, piv sex, handjobs, size kink (but not in that way yk)

it’s not that you’d intentionally noticed it before. it was just that. well—

there wasn’t necessarily anything to look at when you did. eddie’s cheap, starchy jeans didn’t give anything away, fabric so thick that it concealed pretty much everything below. and you didn’t care about size, never had, but it was the first time you’d ever truly struggled to picture what you’d be working with once you got there.

he’s nervous, you can tell — you’d been making out and grinding on his thigh for fifteen minutes and you couldn’t even feel a hard press against your leg. you’d heard around town that he was eager, giving, clearly experienced in some kinda way. so what was the issue?

“do i not turn you on or what?” you gasp, lips still brushing his as you rut against his leg a little harder, whining when said starchy jeans catch on your clit and drag, the soft burn making your insides ache with want.

eddie goes bug eyed, grappling for your waist and squeezing tight, “no, no. s’not that, sweetheart. you’re fucking beautiful.”

you huff, still rocking slowly but not enough to chase your high properly, just enough to keep you on edge, “what is it then, why aren’t you hard?”

“you make me nervous,” he says, honestly. his eyebrows marry with worry, a shaky sigh escaping his lips, “just — worried m’gonna disappoint you. it’s not much to look at once i get there.”

you pout, running your hand up from where it grips at his shoulder to rest gently on the side of his neck, “don’t say that. i’ll make you feel good, if you’ll let me?”

eddie nods, though he’s clearly still so nervous, chewing on the inside of his lip as you dismount from him, settling in between his spread legs and pawing at his clothes.

he helps you undress him from the waist down, lifting his hips so you can slide his jeans and underwear off in one swift motion, leaving them pooled at his ankles.

and. well.

he’s still completely soft, laying over the soft hang of his balls. maybe three inches at most, foreskin rippling at the head. there’s girth there though, so you’re absolutely working with something.

you’re slow with it, dragging the pads of your fingers up the inside of eddie’s shaking thigh until he’s hissing, and you catch his cock kicking up in interest when you do.

he’s gripping at the sheets, no doubt a nervous habit, trying to keep himself grounded as you finally wrap your hand around him, giving him a short tug. he gasps at that, eyes widening further as he watches you jerk him off in a steady rhythm.

it’s weird. feeling a dick grow hard in your hand, fattening up until he’s fully erect and somehow double the size he was when he was flaccid.

it’s like magic. sexy magic that’s kinda got you hot and bothered.

“oh, shit,” eddie’s hands grip the sheets tightly, hips canting up a little into your hand as you work him with a tight fist, “your hand feels really good.”

you make a little delighted noise as you pull his foreskin down and the pretty pink head pops out, shiny with precum already and looking needy, “s’pretty. i like your cock.”

he moans, head thumping back against your cushioned headboard as you continue pumping him up and down, unable to tear your eyes away from it — seriously, where had his dick been all your life?

“can i — do you wanna have sex?” you ask, glancing up at eddie momentarily to gauge how he’s feeling.

his cheeks are flushed pink, tendons in his neck flexing as he watches you with hazy eyes. he nods, a quick motion, and you’re so glad he says yes — you need him in you. like, yesterday.

you keep your hand steady on the base of his cock as you manoeuvre yourself back to almost where you were originally. straddling his hips, panties pushed to the side so you can slide down on him with minimal effort and no resistance.

his grip goes back to your hips as you sink down, a quiet little whimper bubbling out of his mouth as your cunt grips him, “oh fuck, you’re so tight.”

and like, yeah. he’s stretching you nicely, not enough to hurt but enough that you can feel him. and he’s curved nicely into your frontal wall, rubbing against the soft tissue, making your insides coil.

you place both hands on his tummy, using it for leverage as you begin bouncing up and down. you can’t do it too fast, otherwise he’ll slip out, but it’s a nice steady motion that has you both panting and gasping.

“y-you had nothing to worry about,” you stutter, moaning quietly when the head of his cock catches nicely inside of you, at the same time your clit rubs against his dark thatch of pubes, “your cock is so good.”

eddie moans, punching his hips up from below and choking a high pitched sound out of you as he does, eliciting an even louder noise from your gushing cunt at the same time, “y’r gonna make me cum, shit.”

“yeah? gonna cum in me? fill me up?” you ask, tummy blooming with a low heat, a telltale sign you’re close too. it just feels so good.

“you can’t say that, fuck,” eddie groans, gripping at your hip even tighter, blunt nails digging into your soft skin until you’re gasping, “need you to cum first, sweetheart.”

“almost there anyway,” you admit, rutting down against him as he fucks you from below — you’re unsure of when he even took over, too drunk on it to care either.

he smooths his thumb down your pubic bone, over your mound to dip under your hood, catching your clit once, twice with his calloused fingertip and you’re cumming with a wet cry, digging your nails into the soft skin of his tummy as you grind down on him, the deep heat inside of you bursting and settling just as quickly.

“you’re so — fuckfuck,” eddie stutters over his words, punching his hips up into you and pushing you down on him all at once and he’s spilling inside of you. in your own haze you can feel his cock pulsing, filling you with his release.

it’s quiet after that, and he slips out soon after.

your obsession with his dick never does go away.

[rafeandonlyrafe]

feeling generous

words: 1.3k

warnings: 18+ only!, smut, dubcon!!, blackmail!!, blowjob, cum eating???, voyeurism, public sex, car crash but like its in a parking lot lol, pogue!/broke!reader

“shit, shit, shit.” you groan, quickly putting the car into drive and moving a few feet, cringing when you hear the crunch of metal coming undone. you throw the car into park and hop out to see your worst fears actualized.

“are you fucking blind?” the shout makes you jump. you didn't even realize that the owner of the car was sat in the driver's seat.

“im-im so so sorry.” you shake your head quickly, surveying the damage. you caught their back bumper with your own, the red paint from their car flaking onto your silver one. “i-i didn't see how close-”

“no shit you didn't see! jesus fucking christ, do you know how expensive this car is?” he shouts, standing to his full height and slamming the car door closed. you don't know how much the car is, but judging by the look of it and the man driving it, certainly not cheap. “this is a custom paint job too.” 

he places his hands on his hips, eyes shifting between glaring at the ruined back end of his car and you.

“insurance and id. now.” he huffs out. “before i call the cops.”

your eyes widen. you have the minimum required insurance, and even that payment is killing you, there's no way you'll be able to afford it if you get an increase for a crash.

“can i pay you out of pocket?” you offer, clearing your throat, trying to keep a level head.

“no way you're able to afford it.” his eyes turn towards your car. it's old, a junker, but gets you around fine enough. and best part, it was free, a hand me down after your grandma bought a newer car.

“i-i probably cant, but i can't afford the insurance increase either and i- we can work something out. please.” you don't care how pathetic it is, you'll get down on your knees in the parking lot if you have to. you're not beyond begging and pleading.

he looks you up and down before grunting, heading back towards his car. your feet spring into action, grabbing onto his wrist, not wanting him to reach for his phone.

“no, please, sir-”

“rafe.” he says, hand twisting so now he's the one holding your wrist. “my name is rafe.”

“oh.” you blink up at him before responding. “my name is y/n”

“you shouldn't have told me.” rafe holds his hand up. “in case i change my mind. you're lucky im feeling generous today.”

“oh my god, thank you so much!” you feel tears well up in your eyes.

“don't thank me yet, darling.” his gaze turns dark as he looks down at you, only now realizing how tall he is, how he towers over you.

“what do you mean?” you question.

rafe takes your hand gripped tightly in his fist, turning it and bringing it down to place it on his crotch. your eyes widen when he moves your fingers back and forth over his shorts, stroking along your length.

“i- what are you doing?” you try to pull your hand away, but he's holding on too tightly.

“it's either this or we can get insurance involved.” rafe looks at you, the shiny lip gloss smeared over your mouth. you may be a broke pogue, but your mouth should be good enough to please him, to ease some of the tension from getting his car hit.

“im not a prostitute.” you say, certainly not meaning this when offering to work something out.

“yet you're gonna get on your knees and suck me off. or i call the cops.”

“right here?” you look around the parking lot. it's pretty empty, but it's the middle of the day, the sun shining down on you, making the illicit act obvious to anyone who looks between where your two cars are parked.

“yeah.” he shrugs, pressing your hand harder into his crotch. he's obviously hard, seemingly almost painfully so.

you look back to the damage, the cherry red color that you're sure isn't stock, and then sink down to your knees. rafe smirks down at you as he drops his hand away from your wrist, light purple bruises already forming.

you gulp and resolve yourself to what you're about to do, tugging at his zipper before undoing the button on his shorts. you open up the flaps, eyes widening when you take in his length through his underwear.

rafe chuckles before pushing the elastic down to pull his cock out, exposing it to the warm summer air.

“suck.” he simply commands.

you open your mouth, taking an experimental lick at his tip, surprised that the taste isn't completely repulsive. you lick again before wrapping your lips around the head of his cock.

“come on.” he spurs you on. “do it good or ill cum in your mouth and still make you pay.”

the threat has you moving quickly, sinking down onto his cock, closing your eyes so you don't have to see rafe looking down at you. he may be attractive, but you're still getting forced to do this. 

“ahh, that's good.” he groans as you set a quick pace, bobbing your head up and down. you pray no one pulls into this part of the parking lot or looks your way. you'd be absolutely mortified to be seen on your knees for a man in the middle of the day, not even going into his car to suck him off.

rafes hands grip your hair, pulling them into two makeshift pigtails.

he lets you stay in control for a while longer before he gets sick of you sucking him off however you please. he shoves his hips forward, causing you to gag when his cock buries deep in your throat.

rafe doesn't give you time to recover, thrusting while holding your head still by the hair, tears now streaming down your eyes as he pushes in then out, in then out.

“fuck, you're actually good.” rafe chuckles. just his luck the dumb bitch who hit his car gives good head, your throat tightening as you swallow around him with every thrust.

you feel the combination of drool and tears drip down your chin, hoping rafe cums soon so this can end.

you place your hands on his thighs as your knees dig into the pavement. your jeans are going to be completely ruined by the time rafe is done with you, but at least you'll have money to buy a new pair.

you feel rafes cock swell in your mouth, your eyes widening to look up at him, the sun behind his head, illuminating him in a perfect halo, but he's no angel.

rafe pulls his cock out before he can cum. you stick your tongue out, knowing exactly what to expect as rafe strokes himself quickly, moaning as if he doesn't care about being seen as his cock shoots out ropes of white cum onto your face and awaiting tongue.

he taps the tip against your tongue, smearing it through the mess of white. “kiss it.”

it's humiliating, but not any more than what just happened. you pucker your lips and press a kiss to the tip of his cock, seeing that it's already beginning to soften.

rafe tucks his cock back in as you pant on the ground, hands coming to your thighs as you try to gain composure.

“hey.” rafes voice has you looking back up, your eyes widening when you see he's got his phone now, taking a picture of your disheveled state, face still covered in his cum.

“what was that for?” you shout.

“part of your repayment in case you ever try to go back on our agreement.” you understand what rafe means. in case you try to tell anyone he forced you into it.

rafe smiles when the look of acceptance sinks into your features as you resign to your fate. he bends down, looking you in the eye before his tongue presses against your jaw, dragging up your cheek, tracing the trail of your tears, not caring that he also tastes his own cum on his tongue. 

“see you around.” he smirks, swallowing your tears dramatically as he gets into his car, speeding away before you even get your knees off the ground.

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[confused-wanderer]

I know we all talk about Jason finding out Dick killed the Joker from Tim or one of the other batfam members, but what if:

One day he’s searching for blackmail material on a member just for fun and knows Damian keeps a list of all of them so he backs into the files and realised the folder with the heaviest inscription to unlock is one labelled “Contingencies”.

He opens it to find every single person in their family is on there and starts surfing through them. When he sees Tim’s he freezes, mentally filing away some horrific details for checking up on him later, Jason’s list is impressive but not much he didn’t expect…still concerned how he got the evidence though.

His fingers hesitate over Batman’s, and after thinking screw it what the hell clicks on it just to realise most of them are psychological, and had to do with Jason. One video showed Bruce as Jason remembered him from his robin days. He was pacing furiously in the Manor, tugging on his pocket square which for him was a high level of distress, before he went upstairs - to Jason’s room when he stayed there - and looked in. The change was sudden, Bruce’s shoulders sagged and his face grew into one of fondness, one he’d rarely seen before.

“I cant help it Alfred.. Scarecrow’s toxin.. I KNOW it isn’t real but.. I can’t stop thinking about it. What if -“ and Jason can’t really believe his ears, that was a fucking quiver in his voice- “What if one day it comes true?” “What was your worst fear Master Bruce?”.

“Jason..” and Jason flinches. “I.. I saw him die, and I was powerless. I cant lose him Alfred. I just cant.”

The recording ends, and it takes a while for Jason to realise he can’t breathe. He sends the file to himself and laughs bitterly, remembering what the fear toxin had shown him. Lucifer. It had shown him falling from Bruce’s grace, being his greatest disappointment. “Guess we both failed each other didnt we old man?”

After what feels like forever, when he can feel his fingers stop shaking his eyes drift over to Dicks.

Damian sure does adore him, wonder what the brats got in store for him.

Most of them were things he was sure Dick could handle, until a glitched file appeared which read “for EXTREME situations only.”

When he heard Joker laugh, Jason could’ve sworn he was in the cave. “Hello there old friend! Aww why the long face?”

Dick wasn’t facing the camera, but the sheer aura of destruction radiating off of him was enough for Jason to know Joker was in danger. Judging by his outfit and well- hair- this must’ve been years ago.

“Didn’t you like my..ah.. gift? It was quite the blast I hear!”

Dicks fists clenched. His usual smile was gone, replaced by a hatred so vile it could’ve rivalled batman’s glare. It was so odd.. seeing him so pissed.

“Well that’s what happens.. when birds get hit. They never see what’s right in front of them and then BAM!”

As his laughter rang out Jason heard Dick whisper something. It was so soft, quieter than he’d ever heard him and he found himself leaning forward.

“What’s that? How long he lasted? Well I counted everytime he screamed when I broke his bones so-“

“SHUT. THE. FUCK. UP!”

Jason stumbled back, nearly falling to the floor himself. Dicks voice was thundering, echoing across the cave.

What the hell had happened? Why was Dick so mad? Why wasn’t he smiling?

“You..killed him.”

And that’s when it hit Jason. Oh. This was after he’d died.

The joker was trying to say something, but Jason couldn’t hear him. All he could focus on was how Dick was behaving, how he was walking upto Joker. Jason had seen that before.

The intent to kill.

SLAM

The fight was brutal, and blood flew everywhere, mixed with the laughter and cries of the Joker while Dick yelled, YELLED so loudly he could’ve sworn the cave was shaking before the sound of a wet snap ricocheted and Dick went limp.

No.. no no no no.

He watched in horror as Dick stood up, drenched in blood and heaving. Dick had gone- no BEATEN- the joker for Jason.

But the longer he looked, the more he felt the Lazarus pit burning inside him.

The joker wasn’t moving.

Dick walked away, and in the shadows, with bloody fists and face of hatred could not see him as the Dick he knew.

“Dead.”

He looked up to hear Dick whisper to the thundering sky outside.

“I killed him Jason. The joker is dead. Rest in peace little wing.”

Jason’s feet gave out under him, and he crashed to the ground gasping for breath.

Never in his wildest dreams had he thought he had been avenged.

Never did he even think that Dick had only killed once… and only for him.

Part two of related series where Jason finds out Bruce nearly killed the Joker:

[1byhwng]

”you’re so pretty” - Han jisung

. . ____________________________ . .

Synopsis- Han tells you his insecurities so you find a way to make him understand how beautiful he is.

warnings - MDNI, read at your own risk 🤷🏽‍♀️

It was a long day and you finally got home heading straight to the room, to see your boyfriend. When you walk into your shared bedroom you see him wrapped up in a blanket playing a game on his phone. Weird. He’s usually sleep by now.

“Ji?” You call out setting your bag on a hook before climbing into bed with him. He looks over to you shocked “you’re back already?” He asks taking his attention from the game and focusing on you. You slide over in bed next to him laying your head on his shoulder. “I come back at this time every night, ji” you say, suspicious of his tone. “Are you okay?” You speak softy turning to fully looking at him “you can tell me.”

That’s when you noticed the tear streaks on his face. He looks away once you realize not saying anything. “Baby..” as soon as the word leaves your mouth he curls up into a ball and starts sobbing. You shake your head before pulling him into your arms. “I don’t know what wrong with me..” he whispers laying his head on your chest. “I’m annoying, ugly, and dumb.” He says sniffling. In shock you sit up pushing him away “what?” You speak before grabbing his chin, forcing him to look at you “what makes you think you’re any of that? You’re talented, handsome, sweet, kind, and plenty more. Don’t ever forget that.” You say planting a kiss on his cheek. “But-“ you press a finger against his lips to stop him from continuing before getting out of bed, pulling him with you. He needed to learn how great he actually was.

“Y/N? W-what are you doing?” He says as his voice betrays him. Without answering, you take him over to your standing mirror. “Look at yourself. What do you see?” You speak softly, hugging him from behind, smiling as your arms trace his waist slowly moving down to tease him, making him flinch in shock, before moving them back. "answer me." he opens his mouth to speak but closes it as a light shade of pink washed over his features. "do i need to tell you myself, baby?" you say

"n-no I can...I see a—I cant do it." he whispers the last part almost as if he was telling himself instead of you. He looks down avoiding his own reflection like the plague. As much as he wanted to deny it the raging boner in his sweats made it quite hard. no pun intended.

Once you notice, you moved your hands to the waistband of his sweatpants tugging them to let him know. Almost immediately he starts pushing them down, leaving him in his boxers as your hands trail from his waist to the inside of his boxers. He tenses up before relaxing again as you take his length in your hand, rubbing your thumb across the tip causing his hips to jerk forward, his hand covering his mouth. You tighten your grip around his cock whenever he tries to fuck into your fist. "you’re very beautiful, baby." you whisper against his ear making him shiver and his cock throb in your hand.

You start dragging your hand up his shaft at a steady tempo only stopping to give more attention to his leaking tip. Every little thing you do makes him whine and moan, his body getting hotter by the minute.

you move your hand away to get on your knees in front of him, pulling down his boxers. His cock springs out and you hear a gasp as it slaps against his stomach. You lick his tip teasingly looking up at him, watching his expressions. “I cant believe you thought you were ugly.” You mumble before you take him in your mouth inch by inch. You start bobbing your head up and down his cock, keeping yourself steady by holding onto his sides.

You stroke what you couldn’t fit and he whines, his voice soft and breathless. “Y/N…” his hips thrusting into your mouth, a trail of moans leave his lips. His hands move up to play with your hair before pushing your head down, his tip pressing against the back of your throat. You feel tears in your eyes, your grip on his waist tightening.

“f-fuck y/n, baby please..” he groans trying to push away once you start bobbing your head again. “S-do good..” He moans looking down at your body, eyes full of lust as he watches you take his cock in your mouth. “ baby..I’m so close.” He whines leaning over you trying to keep his balance as his body shakes from the pleasure. Before he could cum you pull your mouth off of him, leaving him there with teary eyes. You look up at him with sweet innocent eyes before pulling him down with you.

you realize his state and oh was it beautiful. He had tears slowly falling from his eyes, face red from embarrassment , cock throbbing pathetically against his stomach, his tip flushed a deep red, and his hair a mess with strands falling into his face.

”what do you want pretty boy?” You speak taking his cock in your hand starting to stroke his length before speeding up. He tries to grab at your hand only to lean forward and lay his head in your neck. “Y-y/n” he moans out thrusting into your hand. “You’re doing so good baby, keep going for me..” you whisper into his ear as your other hand goes up to play with his hair. As soon as you realize he’s about it cum you pull away.

“baby, please-!” He whines into your shoulders. Only changing positions to rub his dick against your leg. You couldn’t help but smile at him, you weren’t surprised that he was like this.

Pulling away, you push him down his back and straddle him. This was gonna be a long night

[takami-takami]

OMGSHHA I LOVE YOUR BLOG UGHHH this has been on my mind for a little while but keigo breeding reader like crazy because baby boy is in a rut and can’t keep his hands of them he just wants to breed them so good he can’t help itt 😣😣❤️

Can't Help Myself.

includes— hawks x gn!reader. minors dni. smut.

warnings— rut. breeding kink. biting. keigo getting lost in the sauce and trying (failing) to be nice. he can't help himself :(

Your doting boyfriend has always been quite handsy, but lately Keigo's been... Excessive? Desperate, more like.

"Fuck— 'M sorry," he pants above you, eyes glazed over and bottom lip quivering as the tight vice of your body just won't let him go. His tongue feels too heavy for his cotton-dry mouth, his palms clammy as he paws at your chest, neck, hips— anywhere he can get his greedy hands on.

You both know exactly what he's apologizing for, though you don't think it's necessary. He doesn't want to be too rough with his baby, his sweetheart, his lovely darling; but how can he treat you with the tenderness you deserve when wrecking you feels so good? When every backstroke sucks him in like a vice, as if you're just begging to keep him inside and fill you to the brim? Just the thought of your body responding so earnestly, of it begging and ready to be bred, sends a sharp current down his spine. It's electric.

And it goes straight to his cock.

How would you look when he's filled you, he wonders? He can't stop his attention from drifting, can't stop himself from visualizing the look of your jaw slack, his name dripping from your lips as he pulls out and obscenely fucks his cum back into you.

The sounds it would make... The ring it would form around the base of his cock as he twitches and pumps load after load inside you...

He needs it. He needs it like he needs air to breathe.

It's quite the contrast to his typical giving nature. The thoughtful, attentive Keigo who's gentle fingers would bring you to orgasm at least twice before he even thought about undressing himself is long gone.

Gone is the man who'd whisper sweet nothings in your ear as he rocked careful thrusts to the rhythm of the kisses he'd plant on your collarbone, gone is the man who took his time in breaking you down into fits of pleasure only he could provide.

He wants to be that for you right now. Honest. He is trying, you know.

His restraint doesn't go unnoticed. There's a pause in his thrusts, a pained look in his eyes as he tries so desperately to take it slow. Each time his hips cant forward, a breathy "hah" escapes his lips and his brow furrows just a bit deeper. He can't push his baby too much, no, but fuck this isn't enough. Tears of frustration burn at his eyes as he holds every cell in his body back from what his instincts scream and beckon him to do.

God help him, he just needs to breed you for all you're worth, just needs a couple loads stuffing you to make him normal. He needs to fuck you like rabbits, sweet and slow be damned.

Little does he know, you've caught on to his predicament.

His breath catches in the cutest squeak when you fist the roots of his hair and yank his head to the side to meet your heated gaze.

"You want to be a good boy, don't you?"

Eyes impossibly wide, full of fearful adoration and eager to please, Keigo nods sharply.

"Yeah, I—" he fucking whines, leaning his head into the grip you have on his scalp. "Wanna be good." He blinks away the tears sticking to his dark lashes before looking to you for orders.

Pretty little puppy, you swear to god.

"My pretty boy," you coo. He shudders in response, melting and gooey in your grasp. Pliable. "C'mon, Kei', let go for me?"

He winces, shaking his head to free himself from the places his mind is going. He begins to rock his hips again, feathers trembling with barely concealed restraint. He tries to ground himself by mouthing at your exposed chest. It doesn't work.

You roll your eyes. Of course he'd be stubborn; but you know exactly what will bring him to his knees.

Leaning into the crook of his neck, you let out an unabashed moan directly into his ear. He goes rigid.

"Keigo, breed me?" His eyes open wide, breath stopping completely, as if he doesn't want a single sound blocking his focus from your words. "I need you, please— has to be you. No one else." You run your fingers up the expanse of his back, digging your nails into the tender skin. "Fuck me, breed me, do whatever you want to me—"

He can't take any more. He plants a palm over the headrest with a firm thud and fucks you with the speed and fervor of a man possessed, a man obsessed.

"Whatever I want, huh?" The far-gone way he slurs the words out has you shivering. You grip his shoulders for dear life, high pitched, pretty little moans settling in his bones. With each punishing thrust, they seem to get louder and louder. Music to his fucking ears, he thinks.

You're close. He can feel it in the way you're squeezing the life out of his cock— greedy for it. You're the perfect little outlet for all his rutting frustrations, and he just wants to take.

When it hits you, you feel the air leave your lungs. You hook your trembling legs across the small of his back, back bowing as you wring and milk his cock for all it's worth. "That's it, dove— oh, fuck me," his harsh pace never slows, even as you squirm and hiccup beneath his grasp. The fact that your orgasm is pulling him in, like your body itself knows that he's aching to fill you breaks what little restraint he has left.

"Take it baby, need to breed you— inside, inside," he practically babbles into your shoulder, his hips losing focus. He can feel himself throbbing inside you, pumping his hips as he chases his own climax.

When he finally finishes, he can't stop shivering and snarling into the skin he's latched onto, the very skin he's sunk his teeth into.

He does good on his promise, indulgently toying with the mess he's created inside you. Mesmerized, he doesn't let you waste a drop, pushing it deeper inside.

You let out a sigh of complete satisfaction, prompting a dazed chuckle from above.

"Oh, no. We're not done here, sweetheart. What was it you said? 'Whatever I want', yeah?"

[pyxxiestyxx]

Storm

RRRRRRrrrrrrrrrRRRRRRRRRUMMMMMMMM

She squeezed her eyes shut as another rolling wave of thunder seemed to shake the house, only unclenching her fists after it passed. Her breathing remained in its elevated state, though. She had given up on trying to control it about half an hour ago, when the power had flickered slightly and sent her brain into a panicked frenzy.

RrrrrrrRRRRRRROOOOOOOOOM CR-R-R-RACK

She blanked out for a minute, only coming to her senses when she was safely squeezed under her bed, clutching the necklace tightly enough to cut into her hand. The light on it was flashing, so she must have pressed it at some point. She remembered what the Affini had said when it was handed to her.

"If you ever need me, press the gem in the center, and I will be there for you."

She stared at it now, the little details in the metal quickly running red as she continued to hold it. If she had been more clear headed, she would have scolded her present self for giving in so easily, for letting someone else take care of her own damn problems. All she had to do was fucking relax, but she couldn't even do that right and she was such a fucking coward, such a complete and utter failure. She acted tough, had scoffed and told the affini to fuck of, but the plant had insisted she take the necklace with her anyway, just in case. The Terran had promised herself not to ever use it, had told herself to woman up and show how she didn't need anything from anyone anymore.

But all she could do was tremble and whimper at the noise, the terrible noise. It was so Loud, too Loud, too big and painful and it reminded her of memories that hurt to open and she couldn't relax-

"Petal?"

A near-silent gasp squeaked out of her throat as her door opened, and the affini stepped into the room. The sight of her didn't fill her with dread like normal; she was far too too into anxiety to have anything but sweet relief. The affini looked around for her, then seemed to sniff the air a few times, a look of concern flashing across its face as she doubtless smelled her injury hanging heavy in the air. The plant stooped low, unfurling itself and wriggling around and above the terran in a way that isolated her nearly completely. Tthe next crash of thunder didn't remind her of weaponsfire so much as a distant drum, far and farther away with each second.

"I'm here now, little one. I'm right here, and I have you.". Her voice was sweet, like a violin the Terran had heard someone play once. She shook in the affini's grasp, unable to say or do anything, keeping her eyes fixed on the necklace. Vines wrapped around her hand, and something was injected into her wrist that made the muscles in her fingers relax their deathlike grip. The affini carefully pulled the necklace from her, wiped it with something, and then carefully placed it back around the terran's neck. She hummed as she worked on the hand next, tending to it carefully, each movement precise.

"There we go. All better, though we'll get a Vet to look at that later to make sure. Once the storm passes, anyway. How are you doing, dear?"

Her voice finally forced itself through the block in her throat, rattling her as it flooded out in wretched sobs. "I ….I….im…i-it, I'm hic I'm not….I'm sc…scared an I don know what to do and I…I'm hic my therapist, he said to breathe and I c-c-cant and-"

"Shhhhhh shhhhh shhhh….it's alright, remember? I'm right here now. We don't have to worry about the past or the future, okay? You and I can just enjoy the present." Her words washed over the terran, a comforting blanket that filled in any cracks the vines did not until all the Terran could do was relax.

The affini hugged the Terran close, watching as the class Z she had mixed into the injection finally take hold. The poor thing needed it. She squeezed the little one closer, making her a silent promise to never let her go through that alone again.

[kaivenom]

I want to see you

Summary: it's obvious that Killer and you like each other, he makes it even more obvious with every touch he give you, but you want to touch him too... you want to see the expressions he makes under the helmet.

Pairing: Killer x reader

Warnings: sexual tension, suggestive language, fluff.

Masterlist

All the crew knew it, you both knew it... killer likes you and you like him, but the thing is: how can you show affection to someone who you cant see the face?

His small touches on your sholders, how protective he gets when you both are in battle, how he always looks at you or you think. You are amused about his personality, his pressence and his body, but you wished you could see his face. Nobody knows what hiddes behind that mask, you craved to see him and kiss him.

On the other hand, he just wants to have you underneath, to be with you in any form posible, but the fear of you seeing his face is so big that makes him unable to make any move.

One day you couldn't resist it more, you both were pinning and flirting between each other for all afternoon. After dinner, you decided to take manners on the subject. You called the blonde men while he was cleaning the table. His helmet instantly directioning to you.

Now that he is in front of you, so big and muscular, much taller than you. Your breath got catched away, his chest rised and stayed static, almost like he already knew what you where going to do. Both your bodies anticipating your actions, all the room got a new mood.

"What do you need?" he sounded like the air couldn't exit his lungs freely, obviously nervous.

"I think you already know."

Your bodies are almost touching, you feel your cheeks burning from how bold you are acting. You don't know where you are getting this bravery, he is surprised too. Your hands took place on his chest, slowly moving up and down, his heart is beating a thousand miles an hour. You tiptoed to reach his neck, smelling his scent... metal, cologne, salt and the previous dinner. His hands slowly wrapped your hips, thinking it's just a hug, but both of you knew it wasn't. He is so desirable, you couldn't keep your mouth away from his neck, bitting and kissing all the way. Small moans and groans escaping his lips, perfectly audible from where you are.

"(Y/N)... you are playing a dangerous game."

His grip tightened around your waist, slowly going down to your ass, gutural sounds escaping his lips and making clearly noticable that his cock was starting to rise up. Separating yourself from him was difficult for both but this was only the begining. You took his hand and make him follow you to his room.

Once the door closed, he became brutal, animalistic even. He ripped your clothes and throw you on the bed, that only made you more aroused, but you still wanted something. His hands laced with your while he was on top of you, groaning and moaning low. His body was pressing yours, dry humping you with passion, but that still can't feel right.

"Killer, Kil... stop." you didn't like the idea of stopping but that strange feeling in your stomach is not from lust anymore.

"What happened, i did something wrong?" you can't see his face but his voice sounded worried.

That's the problem, you can't see his face, it's something you can't ignore that fact anymore.

"I tought you wanted to... i tought we..." his weight lifted from yours, know his body shadowing yours under the light.

"i want," that answer came desperatly, "i really want but i can't without seeing you."

His body tensed up, seeing his fists clenching made you scared of him leaving you, of breaking your relationship... when kissing his neck, you trespassed a line that can't be restored.

"No." his voice was cold, like when he was in battle.

"I... i just want to feel your lips against mine, see the desire on your eyes." you started to feel the tears coming to your eyes, a knot on your throat.

"No." this time his voice shakes for a moment, he feels sad to see you like this but he can't do that, you wouldn't like his face, he doesn't even like it.

You began to get up, coping with the fact of what you made and preparing yourself from distancing yourself of him. He grabed your wrist and pulled you onto his lap, now you are on top.

"We can still do it, please, don't leave me now. I don't like my face, if you get out of that door, then i won't like all myself... not after seeing you almost cry because of me."

His hands rested on your hips, no more tight grip, just a feather shaky touch. His voice sounding like a plead made your heart broke. You placed a small kiss on the helmet, wrapping your hands around the nape.

"I have an idea, please, don't alarm yourself," you don't know what to expect from him now, but you want to encounter a solution.

Your hand made the way to the light switcher, leaving you both in the dark. Now, you don't see him, your breaths being the only thing that reassures your presences on the room.

"I am going to remove your helmet, now we don't see each other." even with that, you feel all his body tensing up, but he didnt's stop you while you make your way to the clip.

You tried a coupe of time but between the helmet and the hair, you couldn't take it off.

"Stop," his hands placed your on his chest, his voice weak from the fear of your judgement, even on the dark, "let me do it."

A clip revealed that now is free, helmet put aside on the bed. You waited a moment, not being able to fully believe you finally have him there, even if you can't see it.

Doubtfully, your hands went in the search of his features. When it met, Killer let out a small whine, surprised that someone is touching his face, after so much time. Your touch made him feel like he is on a rollercoaster, he likes it ... somehow.

Your fingertips travelled thru all his face, defining his features, memorizing them by the posibility of not being able to do this again. His lips are soft, partially open in expection, breathing heavily at your touches. He wants you to continue, he wants you to do more, he know wants you to see him too.

"What do you think?" for the first time since you know him, his voice sounded afraid.

"I think you are beautiful."

"You aren't seeing me."

"I think i am, i am feeling your face, your bangs spreading over your forehead, your piercing eyes, and your lips."

That last one sounded more desperate that you wanted it to be, but you couldn't help it. Lowering yourself catiously until you feel his breath, you finally met his lips. A choked gasp escaped both of your mouths. Soon, the small inoccent kiss transformed into a more savage one, desperate like it was at the begining.

"Fuck, you make me feel you good."

"You are beautiful, i like you, all of you." at this point you can't think about other things that weren't his lips an his body, so big and intoxicating.

"I like you too, you made me feel so good, fuck."

HIs hands find your ass on the darkness, pressing you against his lap, increasing even more the preasure and arousal on your body. His mouth is now the one attaching your neck, sinfull moans escaping your mouth.

"KILLER!!!" the door opened without warning, your captain entering the room and turning on the light, "Oh, sorry to interrumpt."

You closed your eyes instantly, while Kid closed the door again. The light was still on, you don't dare to open your eyes.

"(Y/N); why did you close your eyes?"

"You didn't wanted to be seen, soo... i will keep my eyes closed or we switch of the lights again."

A couples of seconds passed but the light was still on and no apparent movement was made. His face was so close you feel his lips brushin yours again.

"You can open them, i want you to open them and see me..."

You opened you eyes slowly, the image of Killer taking your breath away, it's more beautiful than you felt while touching his face. Your face starts burning from embarrasment on being if front of such a handsome men.

"And?"

"And what? you are fucking gorgeous, incredibly precious, and...."

You couldn't finish talking, Killer was crying? a small tear fell thru his cheek. His blue perfect eyes were now even more glossy, shining with the feeling of being adored. He didn't think it could be possible for someone to look at him with such adoration and that make him a little emotional.

"You are incredible, inside and outside."

"Only you see me like this, i onyl want you to see me like this."

Your finger made it's way to his cheek and brush the tear carefully, a soft smile appearing in your faces.

"Maybe we should stop the previous activity and go to sleep."

"Why?"

"Because you are too emotional and vulnerable, right now i want to hug you, not fuck you."

"Maybe i need a hug."

"And sleep."

He nodded and embraced yourself in the most deep hug you have ever experienced. He laid both of you in bed, now your head resting on his chest. His fingers starting to connect with yours, soon enough, you both felt asleep.

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Maybe i will do another part, but with a smut continuation, it depends on how well this is recieved.