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t0yac1d · 1 year ago

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All I Wanted (M.Wheeler x F!Reader)

Warnings: Smut, cheating, public sex, oral (fem receiving), fingering, praise, p in v, mirror sex, edging, semi-mean!Mike, hair pulling, degrading (Mike calling reader dumb, a slut, a cock whore and a whore)

Word Count: 976

It was wrong, you both knew it was wrong. She's your best friend and he's..well, her boyfriend, just hers, only hers. It's betrayal and dirty, so why are you still doing it? It's been months of you guys sneaking around and each time you'd talk to her she'd smile. Saying how you're the best, an amazing friend and how thankful she is to have met you. It hurts you to know what she doesn't, but God, it just feels so good.

You're pushed up against the skating rink's bathroom sink with his face between your thighs. You want to stop, you can't do this to your best friend. And he wants to stop, he's her boyfriend and it's just wrong. But the way his tongue moves around, in and out of you, the way his fingers would move and curl deep in your dripping wet pussy. The way his nose would graze your clit, the way his hot breath would fan over it.

The way he looks up at you with those eyes, it's all you wanted. Your head tilted back against the mirror, one leg on Mike's shoulder, it was really a sight to see. "Make some noise for me, baby. Let me hear those pretty moans." He panted and pleaded, chin drenched from your juices.

"Just don't wanna get caught, Mikey.."

He moaned, sending vibrations all throughout your body. That nickname, the way you say it and the way it just rolls off your tongue, it could make him cum right there. It could make him break up with her in a heartbeat.

"Love it when you say my name..do it again." He demanded, wanting to hear how you say his name. "Mikey.." you whimpered, hand moving to his hair, lightly tugging on the strands. Mike moaned at the feeling, loving the way your fingers ran through his hair, pulling at it whenever he hit a certain spot.

He pumped his fingers in and out of you, curling them while he tongue fucked your hole, his nose brushing against your clit. It was all enough for you to come undone for him in a matter of seconds. He stood up, placing a hand on the back of your thigh and the other on your lower back, holding you up. His chin and part of his shirt was soaked, his hair was messy and his face flushed.

"Don't be scared to make a little noise, let them hear." He smiled, "And get caught by El and Will? I think I'll pass." You chuckled, "We won't get caught-"

"How are you so sure? Either of them could walk in."

"I'm not sure but just trust me, please?"

You stood silent for a while, "Fine. But if we get caught I swear on everything I love-"

"I'll deal with it." He said, "Now turn around for me, pretty girl."

You listened, turning around placing your hands on the sink, looking at Mike from the mirror. He lifted your skirt up, gripping and kneading your ass. He unbuttoned his pants, pulling them and his boxers down enough for his dick to spring out. He hissed at the feeling of the cold air against him.

Mike looked at you from in the mirror, making eye contact and giving you a smirk before giving a hard thrust. You let out surprised a moan, "Give a girl warning next time, yeah?"

He shook his head, smiling and giving your neck a kiss. "Ready?"

You gave him a nod and he started off with slow, sensual thrusts, squeezing your hips and placing kisses on your jaw and neck. He was so close to you, his chest on your back and his face in the crook of your neck. Inhaling your scent, intoxicated and in love with the way you smelled.

His hands moved from your hips, lightly tracing his fingers over your skin and under your shirt. He stopped at your tits, squeezing them as he picked up the pace. You wonder if anyone could hear you guys. If they can hear the skin slapping and the obscure moans the two of you let out.

He looked up, looking at your reflection, the way your face contorted in pleasure with each thrust he gave. "Mike, I'm so fucking close.." you breathed.

"Hold it."

"I can't..I can't hold it Mikey.."

"Yes you can. We both know you can. Hold it like the good girl I know you are."

You whimpered, mouth falling open at the harsh thrusts Mike was giving. Your head dropped at the feeling of Mike's cock hitting g-spot over and over again. "Raise your head and look at yourself."

You whined, Mike let out a huff and grabbed a fistful of your hair, "I said, raise your head and look at yourself, are you dumb? Huh? Dumb on my cock already?"

"Yes, yes, yes.." you whined, which Mike chuckled at, "My dumb little cock whore."

"Look at you, fucking your best friend's boyfriend when she's right out there. She probably already knows about you whoring around and sleeping with me."

Mike made you make eye contact with him, his pretty face and smile contrasting with his words and harsh thrusts. His fingers made their way down to your clit, rubbing rough and fast circles on it. "Cum for me. Cum for me like the slut we both know you are."

With one last hard thrust, Mike came inside you, his nut filling your pretty slutty pussy up and claiming it as his once again. "I love this fucking pussy, fuck."

A knock was heard at the door and it opened, just enough for the person to sneak in. "Are you guys done?" Will asked, Mike looked down at you and back up at will,

"Give us another forty-five minutes, I'm gonna need another round before I go back to Hawkins."

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eustasskidagenda · 1 year ago

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anon asked: Hi! I just read your Kid, Zoro, Law & Sanji hc with a s/o afraid of having sex and I just loved it! Your writing is amazing and I really enjoyed it. I struggle with vaginismus so I pretty much know how stressful this situation could be. But I’m actually curious to request you the same hc but with much BIGGER boys, especially Doflamingo, Crocodile and Katakuri. Please feel free to add other big men bc I honestly can’t get enough of them.😭😭😭

Hi hi! So I feel really dumb because I accidentally deleted the request, but luckily, I had copied/pasted the text of my doc before. But sorry, anon D: Anyway, thank you so much for liking my work and for requesting! That was pretty fun to write. I decided to add King and the sweet Corazon. And before starting, please have a look at this, lol. Those guys are so BIG, help.

☆Doflamingo, Crocodile, Katakuri, King & Corazon with a s/o afraid of having sex

CW (generals) : smut, MDNI, v!sex, f!reader, oral sex (reader receiving), fingering (reader receiving), size kink

WC : Oh my God, I got carried away... 4,3k. Enjoy. :D

⇢ You can read the part one here & the part three here

Doflamingo

CW : a lot of teasing, creative use of devil fruit, slight praise, slight dirty talk, unprotected sex, pet name

Doflamingo is, let's say, complicated. Of course, he considers you as a part of the Donquixote family, and he cares deeply about his close ones. But, on the flip side, he can't help but love when people are stressed or afraid because of him. It plays with his constant need for dominance. So first, he would grin, almost laugh, and be extremely pleased with himself. "My poor little bird is afraid… because of my size?" While running his fingers along the length of his cock through his pants. "I'll make it good for you, don't worry, just leave it to me."

Doflamingo craves dominance, so he would be more than satisfied with this situation, his eyes roaming over your body with eagerness. He's a really patient man and also loves to play and tease you all the time. "Lay down comfortably on the bed." He would say, placing his heavy, large hands on either side of your hips, slowly pushing you down on the mattress, his eyes shining with nothing but pure desire.

He loves how tiny your body looks when he's towering over you. It makes you look so vulnerable. Oh, sure, he loves when his s/o is smaller than him. Again, it plays with his constant need of domination. He finds it fascinating that he could destroy you with one hand. Luckily, you're his precious bird, so he would probably play with you and inflict some pain on you, but only what you're able and willing to take.

His hands would be surprisingly feather-light while running all over your body, tracing all of your curves, and fondling your breasts. Then, pinching your nipples, rolling them between his thumb and index, delighted by all of your shivering and sighs.

"Mh, you're so needy, y/n" with a low, teasing laugh as he slowly runs his fingers down your trembling thighs, tracing along the sensitive skin before slowly, really slowly reaching for your wet folds. He would smile, his eyes fixed on your pussy, fascinated by how needy you are already for him. But that's not enough. He is eager for more. "So pretty"

He would begin to tease you mercilessly, tracing soft patterns on your inner thighs and lower-belly. He likes to play with anticipation. He's not the kind of man who just roughly and mechanically slides his fingers inside you. Without teasing, there's no fun.

The more you squirm and moan, the more he's pleased, watching your pussy becoming more and more wet.

"So eager already." Purring close to your ears, making you shiver even more, leaving a trail of goosebumps along your spine. "What should I do now? What do you want y/n, my tongue or my fingers?"

You'll have both in the end, so don't worry.

It's clear that Doflamingo has mastered using his long tongue. And the same applies to his fingers always fidgeting when he uses his devil fruit. He's probably a master when it comes to fingering and oral sex. So he would slowly sink between your thighs, licking your soft skin before finally allowing you to feel his tongue against your sensitive folds, keeping your thighs open enough for him with his heavy hands.

You just can't help but arch your back as he eats you out, turning you into a whining and moaning mess. He would drink your juice as if it was a precious wine. "That's it", humming against your slit, licking your clit. Slowly, he would slide a thick finger inside of you. His mind would probably be a bit dizzy, thinking about how good he would feel with his cock inside of your tightness.

"You're so responsive, little bird," before adding another finger and hitting that sweet spot, still licking your clit.

And he won't stop until you cum all over his tongue and fingers. "Good girl"

With eyes darkened with desire, he would finally removing his pants, his heavy and extremely long cock springing free, leaking in pre-cum and twitching in anticipation. You can't help but look at his length, stressed. "Do you like looking at my big cock, little bird? Does it turn you on to know that I'm going to fuck you senseless?" So sure, he would grin again before lying on his back and letting you ride him.

He perfectly knows how to control himself so he won't just push roughly while you line your pussy with his cockhead, trying to brace yourself-up. You definitely want to do it, but you feel nervous. "Need some help, little bird?"

As you nod, he would use his devil fruit to guide you. With one broad hand wrapping around your waist and the other guiding the strings, he would slowly force your hips to move down, impaling you on his breathtaking thickness, his eyes sparkled with mischief. That's the moment you would see him lose his grin as he can't handle how tight and wet you feel all around him. "So tight…"

"You can take more?" As long as you tell him to keep going, he would continue to guide your hips down his length, groaning softly, with his hand fondling the flesh of your waist. "That's it, take it, take it all."

As you start to moan, he would say "What's up little bird, you love how well I am stretching you?"

And as you slowly get used to his cock stretching your walls, his cock throbbing inside you, Doflamingo would nicely use his strings to guide you moving up and down, delighted by the sloshing noises. The way your core swallows his length would be mind-blowing for him. The sight of your wetness covering his cock every time you move up and down is something he would love to see more often. Be prepared to entertain your king again.

Crocodile

CW : slight domination kink, praises, he's smoking because well it's Crocodile, oral sex (Crocodile receiving), slight hair pulling, using of his hook in a slight creative way but nothing extreme, belly bulge, unprotected sex

Another DILF and dominant man.

Crocodile is a silent man. So the second you tell him you're nervous because it's been a while since the last time you had sex and that you're also nervous because he's both long and thick, he would just raise an eyebrow. Just like Doflamingo, he would love the feeling of you being intimidated, because Crocodile definitely has a thing (and a kink) for dominance. He likes when you acknowledge his rank and qualities.

"You're afraid because of my size?"

He would lead your hand until you reached his cock. "If you're nervous, then you have to become familiar with it." So he would feel the girth and the veins, breathing deeply, delighted by the sight of your small hands trying to correctly wrap his thickness. "That's it, y/n. Touch it and get used to it. Soon, it will be all within you."

He would talk with his usual deep, raspy, and calm voice, the one that always sends shivers down your spine. And sure, he would act all dominant, smoking his cigar while you try so hard to satisfy him. Of course, he would look down at you. You are in his hands. So let go of all your intrusive thoughts and just focus on him. Only him.

"Suck it."

He would watch closely as you try to wrap your tongue around his cock, tracing all the veins, and licking hungrily all the pre-cum leaking from his cockhead. He would grab a hand from your hair with his heavy and broad hand, leading your head back and forth, while watching you drool and struggle to breathe all over his cock. He would slowly lose his composure, sighing huskily, unable to handle how cute you look with your mouth full of his cock, trying to figure out how to take more of his length. He would find the sight of his member glistening with your saliva to be quite entertaining.

"That's a good girl. Come get your rewards."

The moment he blows out his cigar and removes his rings, you know the real deal is about to start.

He would likely use his large hook, carefully running the sharpened tip along the soft skin of your stomach. Before slowly leaving a trail of kisses along your neck. Avoid running your hands through his hair and stay still like the good girl you are. Otherwise, he might punish you with a hard pinch on your nipple and a rough slap on your ass cheeks.

Slowly but surely, then, he would reach your inner thighs and then your pussy. He would eat you out with his hand holding your thighs apart. He would you lick your pussy in a classy way, not like a vulgar starving. He would be fond of all your moaning and incoherent mumbling as you can't handle how good it feels. "You won't cum until I say so." While circling your clit with his thumb, teasing you, drinking your juice. Your shivering and tremblings are both entertaining and satisfying. Crocodile rarely goes down on someone, but when he does… oh, it's quite mesmerizing.

"Stay still" if you start to squirm because of how good it feels.

And, once you're finally reduced to a whining mess, he would use his hook to grab one of your thighs, pushing them apart, spreading your legs wide enough to fit in between. "Spread your legs for me." He would put a pillow under your back while manhandling you. And then, again, he would use his hook to slightly raise your upper body, until your pussy is lined with his cock.

"Can you take it?"

He would enter you in one go as soon as you nodded. Not in a forceful way, but he doesn't see the point of taking a lot of breaks. Once his cock is buried deep inside you, he will soothe your trembling thighs by running his hand along your lower-stomach, feeling the bulge created by his cock. "Good girl. You're taking me so well." He would likely hold your legs tightly, trying to fight his own desire to fuck you roughly.

He's a patient man, so he'll wait until you're ready for him to start thrusting.

So deep and slow at the same time while he stretches you further, his cock throbbing and twitching. Not a grunter, but a pretty deep breath as you tighten around him. For this occasion, he will spare you from his usual roughness. But next time… you better be ready.

Katakuri

CW : The reader is smaller than him, but there's not a BIG size difference, food play, unprotected sex

"I know, love." Yes, he would speak before you even have time to express your fears. Blame it on his haki. Katakuri has a lot of sisters, so he would be well-aware of those kinds of thoughts. If you're nervous, he would take some time to ask why, making sure to fully understand the situation.

"I'll take care of you, everything will be alright." Despite his lack of words, you have faith in him. He's aware of the future, so if he says it's going to be fine, you can trust him and it's already really soothing.

The Sweet Commander is a gentleman and he's aware of size. He would never just slam into you, especially not if you're already afraid. Before even thinking of reaching for your pussy, he would start with a lot of soft kisses all along your neck, and then on your breasts, sucking on your nipples, pinching them nicely. He just loves your breasts. They feel soft under his palms. He could spend hours worshipping your chest. As you slowly arch your back, moaning softly, and relaxing under his touch, he would continue to kiss your stomach, honoring every inch of your body.

You're so beautiful. Despite his quietness, his eyes would be brimming with pride. Being intimate with such a beautiful woman like you fills him with pride. "You're doing great."

His voice would always be calm and deep, as usual. The control he has over himself is quite mesmerizing.

And well, Katakuri probably has a food play kink, so he would love to devour your body covered in cream. So intoxicating. Your body tastes amazing. The taste of sugar is also amazing. Both? Total heaven.

He would then sink his head between your thighs, eating you out like your pussy was one of his dearest donuts. He'd like nothing more than to please you, so feel free to guide him. Katakuri being both smart and observant, he would quickly learn all of your sweet spots, turning you into a whiny moan, begging for more.

If you don't tell him to stop, he could eat you out for hours. He can't help it; it feels so good and you taste so good. He would drink your juice, circling your clit with his thumb and wouldn't stop until you cum against his lips.

"So good."

He would take advantage of your wetness and dizzy mind from your orgasm to slowly push one thick and long finger inside you. It's so tight and warm that he would struggle to keep his calm composure. Especially because his haki showed him some really nice pictures of what's going to happen.

As long as you need him to continue, Katakuri would honestly just pamper you with kisses and caresses. He knows how big he's, so you have to tell him when you're ready to take him.

Katakuri would keep your thighs apart with an impatient hand, exposing your wet folds to his eyes. He would look hungrily. His cock twitching crazily in impatience, leaking in anticipation. "You're ready?"

He already knows the answer, but Katakuri is a gentleman and cares a lot about consent. It doesn't matter if his observation haki shows him everything in advance.

Katakuri would intertwine his fingers with yours before slowly easing his cock into you in one go. A slow, but steady one. And as he fills you up to the brim, he would lose his composure and sigh in relief. Your pussy feels like heaven around his cock. It's a perfect blend of tightness, warmth, heat, and wetness. "Y/N, you feel amazing."

He would adjust his pace to what you're capable of. If you need him to slow down, he will. And he would be more than happy to comply if you asked him to be rougher. He is here to satisfy you. And you will be satisfied. Reduced to a shivering, moaning mess. The way his fat cock slowly slides in and out and hits all your sweet spots is just too good. It's such a delight to see the big, stoic Katakuri looking his composure because of your body…

King

CW : The reader is smaller than him, but there's not a BIG size difference, kind of blindfold kink I guess (?), slight spanking, unprotected sex

Even with you, King doesn't like to show his face. He struggles with intimacy. Your confession would make him feel embarrassed. What is he supposed to do? He was about to fuck you without any further thought, but now he needs to take more consideration.

He would slap your thigh with a sigh. "Turn around."

While slowly lying on your stomach and complying, he would slowly remove his heavy mask, running a hand through his beautiful white hair. But you don't have the right to watch. The only thing you're allowed to do is imagine. You've already seen his face. So you close your eyes and imagine his beautiful, almost mesmerizing beauty in your mind: brown skin, white hair, and an expression that is both cold and determined.

He would make you feel. Feel his mouth licking and kissing your spine, leaving a trail of goosebumps. Wet kisses. His hair would softly caress your skin as he devoured the back of your neck, his big hands roaming along your waist to keep you steady. "Stay still" he would always speak with his lips near your ear, enjoying all of your shivering.

And suddenly, he would yank your panties or just push them asides, eating you out from behind, spreading your thighs. "Get on your all fours," he would command, just to have a better view of your glistening folds, before sinking back between your legs. He would keep your cheeks spread and lap at your pussy, intoxicated by your moans, your taste, smell, and how you feel against his lips. You're arched for him, exposed, so beautiful.

Even if he eats you out, he would love to spank your ass every time you squirm, forcing you to stay still. "Don't move and let me eat you out." He can sense that you're tense. And he doesn't understand why because usually, he can slide into you with ease. But he would take his time, fingering you, rubbing your clit, turning you into an almost crying, whimpering mess.

He would obligingly ignore his cock, twitching and throbbing in anticipation, taking his time to work on your tightness, stroking your back. "Shh, it's alright, we'll take our time."

He would love to watch how beautiful you are, with your ass up and chest against the mattress, and your head buried in a pillow. What a stunning sight. The way your pussy is messing up on the bedsheets is quite stunning.

He would use the fact you're unable to see him to his advantage, teasing you, running his fingers along your slit, then rubbing his cockhead, mixing his pre-cum with your wetness. "Please…"

Please keep begging, it's a lullaby to his ears.

And finally, he would grab your hips firmly, filling you up to the hilt in one go, hitting your cervix. He would fight against his own desire to destroy you by digging into your soft flesh with his fingers. His strong grip would leave bruises on your skin tomorrow.

With his huge cock nestled deep inside you, almost splitting you in half, he would let out a shaky breath. So good. So intoxicating. As you lie down, at his mercy, the sight of his cock slowly thrusting in and out of your tight hole, all stretched out around his thickness... it's too much to handle. As he plows into you from behind, he would moan. His member, all glistening and shining, covered in your wetness, the way your ass is swallowing him...

He just can't.

His hands would be glued to your ass cheeks all the time. "You keep sucking me in, it won't let me go."

He would try his best to stay nice. Stretching you out slowly. Even with slow strokes, his size is so overwhelming that it drives you crazy. Holding onto the bedsheets, closing your eyes, all you're allowed to do is imagine his jaw tightly clenched and his muscular body looming over you.

"Does it feel good, Y/N?"

The instant you say yes and he feels you loose around his thickness, he will smash into you roughly, grunting loudly, slapping your ass, intoxicated by your you. And you alone.

Corazon

CW : Body worship, praises, face sitting, protected sex, wholesome, soft sex

To end on a sweet note, the lovely Rosinante.

Let's assume it's your first time ending up in the same bed. Rosinante is always kind to you, and you know he won't do anything to hurt you. But still, if you explain to him you're nervous because he's big and also because you're always a bit stressed when it comes to sex… then, Rosinante would just be even more sweet.

"Sweetie, we'll take it slow. You trust me?"

He would be both careful and nervous due to his goofiness. What if he just falls on you? What if he crushes you with his weight? What if... oh, no, he's thinking too much again, his hands twitching on your body.

"It's okay Rosi, I trust you."

As you ease him down, he would kiss every nook and cranny of your body: neck, collarbone, breasts, stomach, belly button,... leaving red lipstick streaks all over.

His large, heavy, and yet kind hands would hungrily roam your figure, your shoulders, learning each of your curves, scars, and every single part that makes you, you. He would make you love everything you hate about yourself, making you feel safe and loved.

His hands would be soft and heavenly as he fondled your breasts, mesmerized by how warm and soft they felt against his big palms. Well, he's still goofy, so he might accidentally pinch you or scratch your nipple, apologizing again and again with wet puppy eyes.

And slowly, his hands and mouth would continue to explore your skin, kissing your lower stomach, and slowly reaching for your damping wet panties. "So wet for me."

He's genuinely amazed. Rosinante would be in awe: does he attract you so much? He just wants to smile warmly at you.

He would accidentally rip your panties apart, and then apologizes again. Please, just laugh or reassure him. After all, his goofiness is adorable.

He would be incredibly sweet if you're a bit nervous about exposing yourself fully to him. "Sweetie, I swear you're mesmerizing. So perfect and beautiful, I want to love every inch of your skin". While slowly running his hands along your inner thighs. "It's alright, sweetie. Just open your legs for me. Can you do this for me?"

If you're still nervous, then Rosinante would lie down and allow you to sit on his face with your wet pussy pressed against his lips. Rosinante would love to eat you out while rubbing his hands along your back, ass, and thighs. Soft kisses on your clit, hungry tongue drinking your juice while it flows down on his chin.

He would gently massage your bottom while slowly sucking on your clit and swirling his tongue. Rosinante would just love to have your thighs squeezing his cheeks. Move, all you want against his tongue, all he wants is to satisfy you and soothe all of your worries. His focus will only be on you, regardless of how hard his cock is.

He would slowly slide a thick finger inside you, curling it nicely to hit that sweet spot, making sure you're ready and aware of what's happening. The way you moan his name and use his mouth as you please is mesmerizing.

With two fingers gently stretching out, Rosinante would continue to worship your body with his hands and tongue. He's probably trying to hide his coughs because he's suffocating with his face stuck between your thighs. But who cares. The way you taste is like heaven.

If you want to cum, he would allow you to cum against his lips. If you want to stop before reaching ecstasy, that's okay too.

"I'm ready for you, Rosi."

Totally flushed and nervous, Rosi would let you ride him. He's too stressed by his goofiness, so it's better if you take the lead. And at least, you can control the rhythm and depth.

Rosinante would definitely use a condom. But, he would struggle to open the packaging and then roll the protection over his length due to his nervousness, excitement, and goofiness. His big, shaking hands would likely cause him to split one or two condoms. Please, help this poor boy.

The shows continue with the lube. It's likely that he would let the bottle to fall, spilling all of the liquid onto both your belly and his hands. "I'm so sorry, sweetie!" And he would stupidly try to steal some lube from your stomach to smear it over his length. You can't help but laugh warmly, caressing his hair. "It's okay Rosi, relax."

His heart melts as you straddle him, his length twitching and leaking wildly. He's big, both in length and girth, and he's aware of it. He would allow you to take all of your time to prepare yourself. The way he looks at you tells how much he cares about you and how honored he feels to have you by his side.

"Whenever you want, Y/N" with his deep, soothing and soft voice.

As he feels your tight entrance against his cockhead, he would bite his lips, grabbing the bedsheets tightly. Because he would never dare hold you roughly and leave bruises on your body. When he sees that you're still a bit nervous, he would sit up while you're still straddling him. He would slowly raise your hips before easing his cock inside you. Pushing gently, each inch, slowly yet steadily. "Shh, it's okay, I've got you, you're taking me so well. You're so perfect for me."

He would hold you tightly as you sit down on his lap, your breasts pressed against his chest. "It's okay sweetie, you're doing great, it's okay, almost there, just a little more, you feel so good around me." With his hands squeezing your hips to keep you still.

His entire body would be shaking. The sensations are overwhelming for both of you. You're so tight, so wet, and his huge cock is stretching you so nicely, throbbing inside you.

He would soothe your back gently as he finally penetrates you fully, his large size stretching you out even further. "There it's over. Look at you, taking all of my cock so well. You're such a brave girl. "

He would slowly guide your hips up and down, unable to handle how good it feels. " I've got you, let me take care of you."

A lot of kisses, soft, heavenly touches, his breath deep against your breath as he continues to slide gently yet firmly inside you. He would praise you all the time, worshiping your body. A bit goofy from time to time, loweering you to roughly down his cock, scratching you or biting your lips instead of kissing you softly.

But a really, really sweet moment, and a lot of cuddles during the aftercare.

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finniestoncrane · 3 months ago

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Teehee could you do headcanons about the Riddler's reactions to their partner being cockdrunk :) pretty please

Riddler Headcanons oh for SURE lmao, i mean one and done they're all getting a massive ego boost from it but i'm so certain they'd all use it to their advantage in different ways (though i left some out because they were giving similar vibes to others in my mind) 💚 request info • prompt list • send me a request • kofi • masterlist minors DNI!! 🔞 cw: nsfw obviously, mentions of sex etc.

telltale

peepaw is not playing around here

the minute he realises you're slurring your words he is honing in

teasing you, touching your skin to watch your flesh tremble

making things worse for you, watching you squirm

knoiwng you don't have the mental capacity to stop him

knowing you don't want him to stop

it's a nice boost to know he's still got it all these years later

arkham

yeah he's not at all surprised because he is the greatest

and to be honest you should have been prepared for this

like why didn't you have an energy drink by the bed to chug

it's his fault you're like this, because he's a sexpert, duh

but get up and get back to work!!

robots need building, floors need sweeping, plans need planning

there's no rest for the wicked, and judging by your squirming...

you're still in quite a wicked mood, even after his amazing efforts

gotham

you can lie there in the little puddle you helped create

forget who you are, forget you're human even!

there's no need to get up and do anything because he's on it

bringing you water, a sugary snack, and a towel

he'll help you sit up, fluff the pillow behind you, and then lay down

gazing at you in awe, reaching to help you

as you struggle to hold the mug in your shaking hands

young justice

i think he'd go into panic mode immediately

are you not talking to him because he didn't do a good job?

have you died? why are you just laying there drooling in silence?

oh! because he did good!? wow... well...

how soon can you go again? because that was a neat ego boost

and it's got him primed and ready for another round

dano

you lay there in blissful post-orgasm glow for as long as you need

he's going to be next door in the bathroom gazing into the mirror

smiling widely at himself, pretending like he's doing a speech

thanking the audience for giving him this prestigious award

"best fuck ever" going to him? edward nashton?

he couldn't have done it without you, his wonderful partner

who he has just remembered is still laying naked in his bed

and who he is now rushing back to

zero year

so here's the thing: while you should be the one getting up

ruining the post-orgasm joy to get him a drink and a towel

he will take your inability to respond to his demands well

it's a compliment really, he fucked you so good that you're dumb

or at least dumber than you were before *hehe, ow, don't hit!*

unfortunately he will be bragging about this to everyone

literally anyone who will listen

so it's not much of a secret that you got drunk off his cock

#finnie writes #riddler x reader #riddler x you #riddler headcanon #ridler scenario #gotham riddler #arkham riddler #young justice riddler #dano riddler #zero year riddler #telltale riddler #riddler #the riddler #btaa riddler #x reader

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cherryredstars · 11 months ago

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Hi cherry!!! I love your writing so so much, you're one of my fav authors ❤

I was wondering if you'd be interested in doing a part 2 for accessories? Bc oh lord 🥵 I just know Miguel loves spoiling his baby with jewelry and all his attention

Maybe they go out shopping or on a date and someone starts trying to hit on reader, so ofc he gets all jealous and possessive bc can't they read? They're literally wearing Miguel's name around their neck, and someone has the audacity to try and take his baby from him?

They go home and Miguel puts their collar on, just to remind them who they belong to 🥰🥰🥰

Pairing: Miguel O'Hara x gn!reader

Warnings: 18+, NSFW, Penetrative Sex, Collars, Possessiveness, Mentions of Obstructed Breathing

A/N: Thank you so much, love!! I hope this lives up to your expectations!!!

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Part 1

It's warm, no, hot.

Maybe it's because of the pillow, face pushed down by his large hand to the point where air just barely manages to filter through your partly unobstructed nose. Or maybe that's what's causing this dizzy, muffled feeling in your head. That, paired with the delicious pressure of leather against your neck, the cold tinges of metal skimming against your skin every now and then. It just feels so good, even with Miguel whispering horrible things in your ear. Things that don't really land and you only reply to with snuffed out moans that cause the white pillows to go grey with saliva.

Maybe he's saying something about you being his, or maybe something about teaching you who you belong to, or how he's the only one who can get you dumb on cock. Who knows? Does it matter? Surely not. Not when the only thing that's getting through your mind is just how amazing it feels to have the heaviness of his dick stretching you wide. Not when your eyes are rolled back with how forceful his pelvis meets your ass, making your body shake with the force and speed of it. Not when your hands are gripping so hard onto the sheets that they might rip because you don't know how to handle all the pleasure circling through your body.

It's just so good that you really don't care what Miguel is saying, can't even process it.

But he wants you to hear him. It's obvious from the way the hand pressing your head down into his pillows is now wrapped around your neck, pressing the leather further into your skin as he forces your head up. You gasp as your neck is forced in a slightly uncomfortable position, air fully filling your lungs and cooling the saliva wetting your chin. Miguel's nose is pressed into your cheek, the musky smell of sex, sweat, and his spicy cologne invading your senses. He doesn't once stop the moving of his hips, the large cock inside your tiny hole still dragging against your walls.

"Bet he wishes he could even get the chance to make you so stupid on cock like this, huh? Bet ya' don't even remember his name though, yeah?"

You don't even know who he is, can't remember anything past Miguel dragging you into the bedroom after your date. And even that is getting hazier with each of his rough thrusts. Surely it couldn't be that important, right? So you only moan out, back arching as your eyes look towards the ceiling. Miguel chuckles, mumbles something against your skin that you don't catch over your own moans and skin slapping. The rapid beginnings of a pleasurable ache in your stomach is all you can comprehend, choked moans and gasps parting from your lips until they form a loud wail of Miguel's name.

Miguel curses behind you, his hips not stilling even after your orgasm causes tremors in your body. You let out a pathetic whisper as blunt nails scrape the nape of your neck as Miguel's hand grabs hold of your collar from behind, like you're an out of control dog who looks ready to run off at any moment. He pulls you back, practically forcing your body upright against his sticky skin. His hot breaths fan over your ear, and his teeth are gritted in a groan as he spills hot seed inside of you.

"That's right, cachorro. That's who you belong to."

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shaisuki · 1 year ago

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hello! Your writing amuses me a lot. Could you write a story where gojo, nanami, toji or Geto find out that their partner was kidnapped and they find her with some blow and they get furious?

Thanks and greetings from Argentina 😘

BRUISES AND DEAD BODIES

ft. gojo satoru, nanami kento, fushiguro toji, geto suguru

content warnings ─── injuries, murder, gore, assault

ᝰ synopsis .ᐟ there's lines that cannot be crossed with them and involving you is a dumb way to die.

GOJO SATORU

enemies are easier to make than friends and since his birth, danger followed him everywhere. from bounty hunters to curse users and being related or being significantly special to the six eyes and limitless user, danger was just around the corner.

satoru is strong. unbelievably strong. he has the power to tip the balance of the world and thus, he have the power to protect especially to you.

but sometimes, fate would place a cruel situation to him. you disappeared out of the blue. it's not like for you to tease him with something serious knowing he can be dramatic at times and his instincts isn't he ignores and alas, he was right. you were a captive. some group bounty hunters had ganged up for the price of his head. if he kills himself you live. that's why they have said. a negotiation but there's no such things as a negotiation for him.

only an idiot would mess to gojo satoru and they are. they think using you as a hostage for someone like him would be an easy way to get what they want but gojo proves them wrong.

he sees you bound in a chair. sound asleep. soft breaths adding to your state while your chest heaves. you're alive and it's relief not until he sees the damage they had done to you. blue eyes shimmering. casting it's glow to the precipitants and it's too late to back now for underestimating him.

adding to his hidden rage was the visible bruises and the welts to your skin. they have chosen death. no room to think as his hands cups the head on one of them before twisting it off. the hard skull was no match for gojo's strength. the head pops like a can being crushed in his bare hands and at the blink of an eye. there was nobody breathing except for him and to his lover.

he gently scoops you in his arms. your soft, plump frame against his hard ones and gojo loved the position if only it was under normal circumstances.

footsteps echoes in the silent building where once rowdy bounty hunters had gathered. it's only a shell of the former building while their corpses filled the entire space.

fluttering your lashes open, you were instantly greeted by the soreness of your body. added by the bruises stinging in your skin and a tuft of white hair is the first thing you've noticed about him.

“satoru?” blinking your eyes to adjust in your surroundings and to confirm if it was him and you weren't wrong. it was him. “glad you're awake now.” he says cheerfully. “what happened to you? me, your amazing boyfriend had to save you from the bad guys.” puffing his chest and you weren't sure how you would take his boasting.

tired and defeated. you admitted your weakness. “i'm sorry. i let my guard down.” your face casting a solemn look and gojo ignores it. partly it was his fault and you got dragged into it. since the start of your relationship with him, you're already marked as a target. knowing you are gojo's achilles hell.

“don't worry about it. let's get you to shoko.” you shaked your head. “can it wait until later?” you ask him. “why?” he replied. “i'm hungry.” gojo chuckles at your predicament. bruised and tired and you wanted to eat and of course, gojo accepts it.

“okay, okay. let's get you something to eat and we're going to shoko.”

all the things he can do for you and there's no such thing as denying the things you want.

NANAMI KENTO

veins desperately clawed to the surface of his skin. they look like kernels of corn ready to burst at any moment and it isn't the only thing that is ready to burst.

he's calm and composed. he always is. this is how he handles his profession as a sorcerer. merely a bit of being teetered to the edge isn't enough to break him. of course there are times where he loses composure but it is nothing when it comes to you.

there's drips of bloods staining your face and you're unconscious body is sprawled to the floor and nanami isn't a saint to forgive for such animosity and he breaks.

his muscles bulge while wrapping that necktie in his palms. the perpetrator stumbles out of panic and in fear. nanami's raging from inside and outside.

his fist collided in the cheek. there's a crack can be heard as the one who assaulted you was planted on the wall. coughing up blood and skull was dented like a can being crushed in a hand. it wasn't enough and nanami punches again until only a bloody pulp of a body is only way someone can recognize it as a former body. if it is what is it

“mmm... kento. 'm sorry.” you weakly mustered to speak to him. “no. don't apologize for it darling.” his once face that was clouded with rage clears up. his features softening while he tended to the wounds he can heal.

inside nanami was scared. he didn't show it. how close you are for being parted to him and he can't accept if something happens to you again. it looks like nanami have to make sure this won't happen again even if it's the last thing he will do.

FUSHIGURO TOJI

“oi, oi.” toji began to get irritated. inspecting your face in his hands. moving it left and right to assess the injuries that you had taken from your captors. “a pretty face is all she had and you come destroying it.” even with that heightened senses of his, could he not tell you can hear him.

the sorcerer assassin's eye came twitching in irritation as he looks at your state. toji wouldn't care if someone would get beat up for his fault but it is different when it comes to you. “now which one of you assholes would go first?” the cursed spirit worm vomits one of the weapons in his arsenal and toji stretches his limbs. waving his weapon like a fan and hell broke loose.

“i just wished you didn't come and get me if you're just going to insult me.” rolling your eyes at him and you winged as he pulled your arm. “i did you a favor and you need to repay me.” he casually tells you. ignoring the remarks from you.

fuck. he's toji fucking fushiguro and you know how stubborn this man is when it comes to his selfish needs. you already forgot that it was his fault that you got dragged into his dirty business. “and i'm right princess. you're face is only the redeeming quality of yours.” good heavens. you just wished you were already dead. you can't fucking stand him and yet, you're here.

“come on now.” toji grabs you. not minding your injuries and how you squirmed against him. licking the shell of your ear. “you know what i want.” he whispers. taking the reward in his own hands.

GETO SUGURU

his expression unreadable. staring at your figure that is bound and bruised. how did it resulted to this when he got you locked and guarded all the time and some bloody monkeys took their revenge on him by using you.

geto's fuming inside and he smiles. although it doesn't reach his eyes and a wall appeared out in the thin air. humongous and hideous creatures began to pry the walls to open. with a flick of his finger, they began to attack whoever their owner desired to kill.

the screams. they were loud. screeching as they begged for their lives. it was like fork being rubbed in a surface and only to produce the most irritating sound but for him. that is what he calls a music to his ears. if they have chosen to leave you alone, this wouldn't happen. anyways it was bound to. considering how he was a threat for them in a long time and it would come soon for them to target you and he hated himself for that. getting dragged by the filthy hands of the scums.

all is fine, now. he have you in his arms now and those who dared to harm you again will face him and the hell he is about to unleash him. no one would be safe from him.

he kisses your forehead. you were sound asleep from all of that. gently patting your head to soothe you was comforting enough for him.

geto walks away with you in his arms and the pile of corpses behind him.

#♱ ⋮ shai's works⸝⸝#chubby reader #jujutsu kaisen #jjk x reader #jujutsu kaisen x chubby reader #plus size reader #gojo x reader #nanami x reader #toji x reader #geto x reader #gojo satoru #nanami kento #toji fushiguro #geto suguru #jjk scenarios

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rainylana · 2 years ago

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“I’m not jealous.”

Eddie Munson x female reader

summary: jealousy over the new secretary at his job creates tension over dinner.

warnings: smut, language, jealous reader, threats of a spanking, dom eddie, vaginal fingering, unprotected sex.

Forks scrapped against the dinner plates, chewing sounds and food pushing around with the utensil. A candle that still smoked from being blown out. The tv, still on. The lights flickered from a dying lightbulb. Jaw’s were tense and fist were balled up. To say less, the energy was awkward.

“You gonna keep ignoring me?” Eddie put down his fork, looking at you with annoyance.

“Mhm.“ You hummed, kicking your feet under the table.

He’d been late coming home for the fourth time this week. Your relationship with him was at an all time low, tense and angry. Neither of you knew why, but you didn’t like it. You both were always so stressed and angry, snapping and irritable.

He claimed that he had been working extra hours, but you knew there was a new girl working at the shop as a secretary, so your jealousy spiked to an all time high. He’d had the nerve to talk about her, talk about how good she was and how sweet and knowledgeable she was about cars. You weren’t sure if he was doing it on purpose to make you jealous.

“You’re being ridiculous, y/n.” He leaned back with annoyance. “What’s the fuckin’ attitude for, huh?”

“Attitude?” You scoffed, putting down your fork. “I do not have an attitude. You’re the one who showed up late. I had dinner ready.”

He groaned loudly, running a hand through his hair. “Angel, I told you I took up more hours. That means I’m working more hours.”

“Don’t talk to me like I’m dumb.” You argued, pushing your plate forward with an angry huff.

“You’re actin’ it.” He challenged.

“Well, you’re just a dick.” You huffed, pouting your lip. “You should at least come home on time when you know I’ve got dinner made.”

“Oh, my god,” He chuckled in amazement. “What about more hours do you not understand? Are you feeling okay? Did you get your period?” He looked at you inquisitively.

“Oh, typical man.” You scoffed, crossing your arms in a huff. “Blaming my period on everything?”

“Well, are you?” He retorted.

“No!” You snapped, banging your fist against the table. “No, I’m not on my fucking period, Eddie, jesus!”

He groaned and buried his face in his hands, pressing hard against his forehead to numb his head ache. “Whatever.” He was going to drop it, not wanting to argue.

Maybe you were insecure, just simply jealous of the idea of another woman hanging around Eddie. It struck you odd, considering it had never bothered you before. You never typically got jealous. Eddie was always very good at assuring you that you were the only girl he had eyes for.

“Is this about Scarlett?” You could feel his eyes on you, your own looking down at the floor. “Because if it is, you need to tell me instead of biting my head off.”

He took your silence as a yes, and your eyes misted over, despite your best efforts.

“Y/n,” He sighed. “You know that’s stupid. I am not in slightest way interested in her.” He pressed, brown eyes trying to find yours, cocking his head in your direction.

“But you like her.” Your voice cracked, fingers digging into your skin.

“Yeah,” He nodded. “She’s good at her job. She’s got the credentials, but that doesn’t mean I’m gonna up and marry her, y/n. Why are you so jealous of her?” He tried to get you to open up, reaching across the table to get you to look at him.

“M’ not jealous.” You pouted, a tear falling down your face.

“Put that lip away.” He said firmly, “Look at me and talk like a big girl.” His dominating tone made your belly warm, sending a chill down your spine that made you look up.

“I’m not jealous.” You tried again, eyes swelling into hearts at his beauty, even if he was irritated at you.

“Could have fooled me.” He raised a brow, crossing his arms like yours had been. “You just having a bad day or what? Because I’m warning you now you’re heading for a spanking if you don’t relax.”

The very threat made you throb, your cheeks flare up with warmth that he didn’t miss. You sniffled, wiping your cheeks. “I’m sorry.”

He gave you a minute to calm down, tapping his fingers against the table, trying to find the words to make you feel better. “Y/n, you know there’s no reason to be jealous over her. Over anybody.” He said gently, holding out his hand for you to hold. He nodded to it, watching you reach out to take it.

“You and l know you’re the only girl I’ve got eyes for. I’m staying late because we need the money, because I’m trying to give you a good life. I could care less about her, y/n.” He squeezed your hand, speaking firmly, yet soft, trying to ease your stress. “I love you and only you, got it? You’re the most beautiful girl I’ve had the pleasure of knowing. Why would I waste my time with someone else when I’ve got it made right here.”

Your eyes were swollen with tears that fell down you face, and you gave a nod that made him untense. “I know,” You hiccuped. “I’m sorry, I just- I don’t know, I just miss spending time with you.”

“It’s okay,” He smiled, rubbing your hand. “I just don’t want you worrying about this because there’s nothing to worry about.”

You smiled back and scooted closer to the table, sniffling. “Yeah.”

He reached out to wipe your cheek. “And I know you miss our time together. I miss it too, but we can still spend plenty of time together, honey. We’ll just have to adjust to this for the time being, okay? Nothing to get worked up about.”

You blushed, embarrassed at the tantrum you threw. “I’m sorry again.”

“Don’t be.” He soothed you. “I understand. Come here.” He took your hand and led you around the table, pulling you next to him so he could hug you lovingly. He was warm and embraced you gently, wrapping his arms around you in a tender hug.

“I’m sorry if I’ve been a jackass.” He spoke into your neck, torsos glued together.

“Me too.” You muffled into his chest. “I’ve acted like such a spoiled brat.”

He chuckled into your hair. “You have, if I do say so, darling.”

You whined, nestling into his chest. “Not gonna spank me are you?” You smirked.

“I should,” He looked down at you. “But I’m not gonna, since you’ve got a valid reason for being upset, but I am gonna fuck the fussy out of you.”

Your belly twisted and you looked up with doe eyes. “Please, do,”

He hungrily kissed you, knocking your head back as his lips lurched forward in a needy kiss. He pulled you into his lap, your legs going either side of his on the seat as he kissed down your neck. You hummed happily, looking up to the ceiling as he left sticky, wet spots down your skin, suckling and marking as he went. He pulled down your shirt as far as he could, kissing the exposure of your breasts.

“Fuck,” You whimpered, rocking your hips into his growing bulge.

“Watch it,” He bit your shoulder. “I’ll still punish you.”

You clamped your mouth shut and grinded on his bulge as he sucked on your neck, moaning and curling your fingers in the curls of his hair. As much as you loved a good spanking from your boyfriend, he really knew how to make it hurt.

He picked you up and walked you over to the couch, dropping you on your back as he towered over you, smiling happily with shiny teeth. You smiled back, giggling lightly as he reconnected the kiss. He rested between your legs, reaching down to cup your pussy with his palm. You hummed with satisfaction, shimming down your shorts and underwear in one go. You went to go for his belt until he stopped you.

“No,” He grabbed your hand, giving it a delicate kiss. “All about you tonight, baby. Want you to know how much you’ve got me wrapped around your finger.”

He cupped your cheek and continued sucking on your neck, letting you relax as he dragged a finger through your folds, sending a shock through your body. He moved all the way down to your chest before he flung out shirt off, taking each of your nipples in his mouth and spending time to worship each of them, all the while he continued to graze over your pussy.

Then he moved to your arms, licking them with his tongue to your elbow before switching to the other. You were shaking, bucking into his hand and whispering pleas. He got to your stomach, giving a soft kiss to your navel as he finally pushed a finger inside of your cunt.

You moaned loudly, grabbing his hair.

“Feel better?” He smirked, coming up to you as he finger fucked your pussy.

You nodded, voice too full and shaky to speak coherently. He pressed another messy kiss to your lips, attacking his tongue with yours: His thumb went to your clit, circling and pressing, digging and swiping. It made you pant, shake and tremble in his arms. You had to break apart the kiss to cry out, looking up to the ceiling in euphoria. “I’m gonna cum.” You sobbed, rocking your body into him.

“Yeah?” He smiled coyly, entering yet another finger inside of you, rings shining with your arousal. “Fuckin’ cum then you little brat.”

You cried out as you came, your body shaking with pleasure as you sobbed and bit your lip. Eddie rubbed the heel of his palm against your clit, helping you through your high as he leaned his forehead against yours.

“I need you.” You panted hotly. “Please, need you bad.”

He hurriedly unbelted himself before rutting his thick cock into your pulsing cunt, making you scream as you wrapped your arms around his body. “Fuck,” He groaned, grabbing the arm of the couch as he looked down at his cock sliding in and out of your pussy. His pubic hair grazed at your overstimulated clit, making your muscles jolt and spasm. He thrusted faster and faster, the loud sound of skin slapping mixed with his heavy pants and your choked gasps and whines.

He came within seconds into your cunt, collapsing atop of you with a heavy huff,

#lana’s shit post #eddie munson #eddie munson x reader #eddie munson x female reader #stranger things #stranger things season four #joseph quinn #eddie munson imagines #eddie munson fluff #eddie munson one shot #eddie munson headcanons #eddie munson smut

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brights-place · 1 year ago

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Clay x sassy fem! Reader Nsfw and sfw headcannons?

When I say sassy I mean she’s bold, straight forward, annoyed easily and other stuff. She’s strong headed and doesn’t take no for a answer type of sassy, and maybe bratty during sex too👀…

Clay with an sassy S/O

Pairings: Clay X Reader

Warnings: Fluff, Smut and NSFW content MDNI! A/N: These are for those freaky people and clay simps I'm talking about me aswell yall... I love clay so much AHEM! Anyways I'm not gonna be on tumblr for alot cause yk Im prepping for some stuff for the next couple of weeks!

SFW

- You being sassy is so entertaining for him

- You being straight forward and bland makes him snicker especially when Viva tries to do something dumb with the two of you when hanging out You'd be most of the time voice of reason and clay also being an voice of reason for an slight amount before giving in so you are one who has to take control

- Loves how you can be bratty and rude towards people but can melt in his hands easily if he praises you for the smallest things

- When you get annoyed he soothes you easily by placing an hand on your arm or shoulder

- You two would be an power duo for work situations and just for your personal life - he tangles your and his hair and tail together as he tries to hold you back from going to insult or punch someone cause they talked smack about Clay and Viva (I headcannon they have tails, claws, fangs and paws cause its so cute)

- He loves when seeing you stand up for other trolls when needed and was so determined to make all putt putt trolls safe!

-he pretends that he hates when you act out and get pissed but secretly he loves when you're a brat and enjoys the sight

- He loves how bold and straight forward yet sassy you are but you are so different in bed (NEHEHHEHEHEHE *gremlin noises*)

NSFW

- OHOHOHOHO I'M SO EXCITED FOR THIS

- He could be rough some days and soft on others it depends how you act but since your sassy and bratty he snickers. - When he was trying to work once you kept touching him groaning and whining about wanting him - When he said no to not letting in cause he was busy with work you literally left for an moment before appearing under his desk smirking up at him

- Clay wouldn’t admit it but when your bratty he enjoys it so much cause he can make you submit to him later on after he fucks the brains out of you

- When your being bratty and whine he likes to put you in your place

- biting hard and leaving hickeys as he grips onto your waist and thighs a bunch of times, whispering praises and degrading words against your ear

- Loves how he makes you whine after you kept trying to fight back for dominance but failing and you end up hiccuping in pleasure

- Overstimulates you so much

- Teases you he would just slowly thrust in and out of you or tease the tip of your member as you beg for him for more and cling to him sobbing

- When you continue being sassy he enjoys it so much and likes to place you in different positions while tugging your hair back

- decided to Mirror fuck you to show how he makes you feel this good and that you should obey him more while your drooling and he leaves marks on your skin

- He loves having control when you are doing it so he likes stopping his movements on purpose just to hear you whine and beg for him to go back to railing you

- He can be very cold, teasing you just to rile you up to see if you don't follow the rules and try be more straight forward and bratty.

- Uses overstimulation as punishment will force orgasm after orgasm until you are crying, begging for him to stop obviously you still wanna continue it though.

- Loved how he made you switch up so fast from being an bratty sassy troll to an drooling submissive person with how easily he man handles you

- Amazing at aftercare and make sure you feel special

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riordanness · 2 months ago

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i love you, i’m sorry — [p.jackson]

pairing: percy jackson x reader

warnings: sexual innuendos, angst, not a happy ending

wordcount: 1.4K

There was something about the way his dark, messy hair hangs in my eyes as he hovers over me. The way his slender, strong fingers brush it back, only for the front pieces to dangle in his eyes again, the sweat and heat making them slightly curly. Like a little heart.

The way his fingers press into me, in all the right places. My sides, my hips, my cheeks. The way his fingers fit in between mine as he pins my arms against the mattress above me, lacing them through mine in a mixture of comforting reassurance and teasing dominance.

Something about the way his sea green eyes gaze at me, all over, spreading a warmth over me so hot that no blanket could ever compare. The way they sparkle when he stares at me; when he pulls off my shirt and discards it to the floor.

His mouth is two inches of hot, breathy magic. Pressing into my lips, breathing into my mouth. Leaving harsh marks of possession scattered over my skin, maroon reminders of my burning nights at his side.

His touch sets me alight inside, fire burning–curling from my core and swallowing me whole.

Percy Jackson.

The son of Poseidon.

A boy with all the wild passion and fury of the oceans.

He was intoxicating, in every single way.

Which is probably why it hurt so much when I realised that all he wanted was nothing. He wanted a fun and easy fling. Sex, kisses, and distractions. But he didn’t want me.

I didn’t know this at first, of course. It took me a while to get there.

“Hey,” I say easily, one week before the disaster.

“Hey, back,” Percy replies, grinning at me over his shoulder as his fork picks at the blue pancakes piled on his plate.

“Whatcha doing?”

He gives me a look. “Eating breakfast.”

I can’t help but laugh, which is silly and dumb because absolutely nothing is funny, I just love being with him.

“Hey,” I say, sitting down beside him, six days before the disaster.

“Hey, back.” Percy smiles. His legs dangle over the edge of the pier. He’s dressed in only board shorts and sneakers, and I have to fight to keep my eyes away from his bare, tanned torso.

It doesn’t work.

“You’re allowed to look, you know,” Percy says, a smirk on his mouth.

So I do, and I feel warm inside in more ways than one.

“Hey,” I breathe out, five days before the disaster.

“Hey, back,” Percy pants out, his hair falling in his eyes. I have to resist reaching up and brushing it out of the way. I can tell he’s waiting for me to say something, so I take a deep breath and do.

“I know we don’t usually talk during… this.” I chew my lip. “But I just thought I’d mention that you look amazing tonight.”

He smirks, his sea green eyes flirting lazily to meet mine. “You always look amazing.”

And, gods, those words felt better inside of me than, well, whatever else was inside of me right now.

“Hey.” Four days before the disaster.

“Hey, back.” Percy isn’t looking at me. He’s leaning against a pine tree, gazing out at the woods around us.

I kick a loose stone off the trail and watch it bounce twice into the trees. “So…”

Now he looks at me, and as usual, his gaze makes me falter, all rational thoughts dissolving in an instant. “So?”

“Would you want to go on a walk with me?” I ask hesitantly. It was kind of a synonym for asking for us to be official.

Percy just grins. “Sure.”

“Hey,” I sigh, walking beside him with my arms full of mail. Three days before the disaster.

“Hey, back.” Percy’s tongue is tucked into the corner of his mouth as he pulls another letter from my arms, his eyebrows tight as he tries to read it.

“Mail sorting is the worst of all the chores,” I decide.

“Agreed,” he murmurs, eyes still focused on the letter. So instead I focus on his fingers as they curl around the paper, long and slender and familiar.

“Hey.” I’m panting, midway through sword training with Percy. Two days before the disaster.

“Hey, back.” Percy has much more spare breath than me. This is always how we are during the hot nights and stolen afternoons in his cabin, too; I am breathless and he is completely in control.

His sword drops as he gazes at me, a question in his eyes. Usually I don’t talk during our one-on-one training sessions.

“Thanks for always helping me with this stuff,” I manage, trying to focus on the now and not the later. Later, meaning the spare afternoon we both had today. Later, meaning the warm need I was desperately holding at bay until Percy could work his magic and fulfil it.

“Hey,” I approach him slowly. One day before the disaster.

“Hey, back.” Percy glances over at me, and he smiles, sending a shoot of joyful hopefulness through me.

“What are you up to today?” I ask, crossing my fingers behind my back.

His eyes meet mine, and he smiles again. “Hanging with you, I think.”

I suck in my breath, so excited it’s definitely showing in my expression. Are we finally becoming something real? Like I’ve always wanted? ��Okay.” I nod. “Okay.”

“Hey.” The day of the disaster.

“Hey, back.”

Percy’s tone lacks any of the warmth he usually (okay, sometimes) shows me, and this week I truly thought something was changing. He was becoming more open to me. We were becoming… I don’t know exactly.

I swallow. “What are you up to this afternoon?” There’s a hidden message hidden in between the words, and Percy knows it.

His mouth curls into a smirk, but it’s not the usual, excited and hungry look. It’s cold and arrogant and patronising.

“Y/n,” he says. “Why do you ask?”

“Um.” His expression is throwing me off, tilting the world sideways and off-balance. My hand kind of waves in midair, like I’m trying to explain something I don’t understand. “Do you want to… meet in your cabin?”

Percy chuckles under his breath, almost scoffing at me. I blink, taken aback. What is happening right now?

“You do know I have other people to spend time with, right?” The way he says it makes me nervous. “Like, gods, you've been so in my life this week, y/n. Give me a break.”

I suck in a breath. “Okay, yeah, sure. We can—space. Got it.” I awkwardly shoot him a double thumbs-up, and immediately regret it.

Percy just looks at me, until a cold feeling of realisation crawls over my skin as the double meaning behind his words finally sinks in. Other people to spend time with. So, other girls to sleep with, is that what he means? Of course it was what he meant. This was Percy Jackson. Did I seriously think we could ever have something real between us? Something beyond the teenage dream of hasty secrecy and hot pursuits?

I purse my lips, and by Percy’s eyes, I know that he meant what I am thinking.

I force a nod, kirt and quick, and turn on my heel. Whisking myself away to hide, hide from him, the rest of camp, and most of all, my feelings.

I was absolutely crushed. Crushed to my core, like a broken piece of apple, trodden down and sinking into the ground. And sink I did, to my knees in the dirt and grass, hidden behind a line of trees in the woods. I hold my breath in check for a count of eight, before my emotions tumble out of control, and I cry.

I let myself cry, because I had also let myself love him, against my better judgement and every single sensible thought in my being.

I loved Percy Jackson, and now I have lost him.

“I love you,” I whisper into the whistling wind. “I’m sorry.”

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dejinerate · 1 year ago

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[ Dinner Can Wait ]

a smutty little Hyunjin x reader drabble.

You're in the kitchen, cooking dinner. You and Hyunjin haven't seen each other much, due to work schedules. There hasn't exactly been time to have a proper homecooked meal together in awhile, and you've decided to make things a bit... spicy, tonight.

He just got home, and is making his way towards you in the kitchen as you've already started preparing the food. He leaves his work clothes on, as he knows you always go crazy over how he looks after he gets home from a shift. Pristine white work shirt unbuttoned at the top, his belt off, his tie loosened... absolute perfection. You decided to wear one of his favorite dresses of yours as a little home greeting to make the night special.

"Dinner looks amazing baby, I'm absolutely ravenous, it's been such a long day… you're wearing that dress, huh? Gorgeous. Come here, I haven't held you since this morning."

He comes behind you to hold your body, as you stir the food on the stove. He sighs in relief. His hands roam over your hips on top of your dress.. and he realizes..

Your panties are missing.

He smirks and picks up on your intentions immediately, and chuckles quietly to himself. He knows exactly what you want him to do.

"You're a needy little slut, aren't you baby? You must've missed me pretty badly. I love when you try to play coy when you so obviously crave me. My beautiful girl. I've missed you."

He gently grabs the front of your neck and chokes you from behind, and tilts your head to the side, exposing your neck to him. He's quick to latch his lips onto your sensitive skin, placing slow and torturous open mouthed kisses. You give him full access, and his mouth moves close to your ear. He licks and nibbles on your earlobe, sending goosebumps over your flesh.

He whispers into your ear. "You know exactly what you want from me... You want to be ruined, don't you? Can't even wait until dinner's over. Cock hungry little baby wants to be fucked. Where'd those panties go, hmm? Answer me."

You decide to be a brat and refuse to answer him, and he tightens his grip on your throat. You smirk to yourself, getting the exact response you wanted, and you start to close your eyes, enjoying the sensation of his lips on your neck and his hand on your throat… until he startles you with an unexpected spank on your ass with his unoccupied hand.

"You think you're so tough when you don't answer me, brat. But brats always get punished. Did I tell you that you could close your eyes? No. Face forward. Eyes open. Don't let our food burn. Keep stirring. Our dinner needs to be delicious, doesn't it? You need to pay attention, sweetheart. Wouldn't want our meal to go to waste. Are you gonna behave and do as I say? You want to be fucked, don't you? Good girls who get what they want have to listen."

You whine in protest, but begrudgingly nod at his demand, and he releases your throat. He unbuttons his pants and yanks them down, shoving his briefs simultaneously. His heavy, already hard and throbbing warm cock smacks against your ass as it springs free from its suffocating confinement. He flips the back of your dress up past your hips, grabs your thighs, and forces your legs to spread slightly apart for him. He impatiently aligns himself with your entrance, your pussy aching and drenched with arousal. You arch your ass back on him, your face and eyes held forward, attempting to concentrate on the food to make sure you do as he says and play along with his little power trip game.

You do want to be fucked, after all. That was the whole point of wearing no panties. He outwitted you, though. You have to play along with his impossible rules of focusing on the cooking. You just wanted to be fucked dumb as soon as he got home, but of course, he has to challenge you.

Hyunjin is usually a man of foreplay and teasing, as his favorite hobby is making you writhe and beg for what you want in your frequent love making. His dirty talk is unmatched. He loves dominating you and forcing your bratty ass to be compliant. He loves the challenge of taming you. You love watching him get riled up when you mouth off to him. He loves torturing you with his touch, his prowess of your body and your pleasure making you succumb to him far more quickly than you'd like. You always try to hold out, to resist his ministrations as long as possible, but all efforts are proven futile against this sex demi-god of a man. He loves when you finally give in to him. His lips are the most luscious when they're moving against your own. His tongue is pure sin between your legs. His beautifully long, elegant fingers a thing of incoherent ecstacy when they're inside of you. Making you cum over and over. He sadistically loves to draw out your need to be filled with him as long as possible, watching tears of desperation pool in your eyes from how mad he drives you... until he finally caves in to his own desires, and fucks you dumb and dizzy on his cock.

No unbearable build up tonight, though. He's wired. It seems as though your overt "forgotten panties" trick drove him to primal desires, no longer caring about foreplay. The idea of implied free use of your pussy driving him completely mad.

"You're doing so good for me, obeying me just like I wanted. You must be desperate for me to fill you up, brat. You're never usually this compliant. I'm a man of my word. Hold on to the counter, pretty baby."

You barely have a chance to grab the lip of the countertop. A strangled gasp escapes you as you feel him swiftly enter you, stretching you and filling you completely without any warning. He bottoms out quickly inside of you, a throaty, sinful moan escaping his lips as he begins to set a quickened pace of shallow thrusts. He's hitting that deep spot he knows you both go crazy for.

"Fuck baby." He hisses under his breath, his voice full of desire. "You've been ready for me for awhile, huh? I can tell, you're so warm and wet for me. That's my good girl. Always so ready for me. You feel so fucking good… Bend over all the way."

He's pushing your head down, a fist full of your hair gently held in his grip. You do as he says, and you lower your body more to angle yourself better for him to take you against the counter.

"That's it, my little cock whore, fuck. Tell me who you belong to, babygirl."

You whimper that you belong to him, and he chuckles darkly. His thrusts increase in speed, and you try your best to grip the countertop for support. Moans and whines are spilling out of you as he's relentlessly pounding your walls. Your eyes flutter closed and your head starts to lean back to give into the pleasure. He immediately notices and yanks your hair in his fist, and his other hand spanks you as a warning.

"What did I tell you, beautiful? You can't be fucked out this early, princess. I'm nowhere near done with you. Keep focused on making our delicious meal. Eyes forward. Concentrate. If you stop, I stop. I can do this for as looooong as I want. Your body is all fucking mine. You just have to play by the rules. You're mine to completely devour tonight. This pussy belongs to me. And daddy is starving."

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a-soft-hornytiny · 2 years ago

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Pool party.

Summary: You visit the hotel pool with your boyfriends, expecting a relaxing end of your day. Turns out you were totally wrong about the relaxing part.

Word count: 1.8k+

Genre: Smut

Pairing: OT8 x female!reader, San x female!reader

Warnings: pool sex, public sex, voyeurism, humiliation, degradation, dirty talk, cum, unprotected sex, begging, this is just really filthy (let me know if I missed something) be careful while reading.

Notes: I’m supposed to be working on my requests rn but I couldn’t help it. If you have a complaint, direct it to San. I’m not sorry (ok maybe a little but i beg yall to be patient with me haha) SUFFER. Tagging @hwaightme @legohwa @hoshischeekss @yeosangsbiceps and @shinestarhwaa for this one. Die with me.

Taglist: under the cut (let me know if you wanna be added)

Finishing the day off at the hotel’s pool? Sounded like a relaxing idea. So when your boyfriends asked you to join them, you didn’t hesitate to say yes. It was pretty late already and all of you were exhausted so you were sure it would be uneventful. But you were so wrong.

Pretty soon after you had arrived at the pool, everyone was minding their own business. Hongjoong, Seonghwa and Jongho made themselves comfortable on the pool loungers, Wooyoung and Yeosang were off the get some drinks and the rest, including you, slid into the pool.

The water was warm and since the pool was on the rooftop, the view was amazing. You rested your arms on the edge of the pool dreamingly staring into the night. You could hear Yunho and Mingi play fighting in the water behind you and Seonghwa’s calm voice as he talked to Hongjoong. A deep breath escaped your mouth as your body relaxed. It had been a while since all 9 of you could spend time together like this.

You laid your head onto your arms and closed your eyes when you suddenly felt arms wrap around your waist. You gasped, surprised by the sudden touch, making the man behind you giggle.

“I didn’t mean to scare you Y/n.” San’s deep voice caused goosebumps all over your body. You let out a relieved sigh as you felt a soft kiss on your shoulder. You smiled lovingly as you turned around to face him but you didn’t expect the way he was looking at you. You had thought that he just wanted some cuddles, like most of the time, but his glance was different.

“San what-“ Before you could finish your sentence, he pulled you into a close hug, pressing his whole body tightly against yours. You inhaled sharply as you felt exactly why he was looking at you like that. You immediately wrapped your legs around him, hiding your face in his shoulder.

“I’m sorry Y/n but this swimsuit makes you look like a goddess. And I bet I’m not the only one who noticed that.” He murmured against your neck. You could feel his shaking breath against your skin as you pressed him closer by tightening your legs around him.

“Sorry for what?” Your cheeks were heating up. You knew that playing dumb would make this situation even worse but you couldn’t help it. You looked up from his shoulder to see Mingi swimming just a few meters away from you, obviously having no clue what was going on. You felt this familiar tingle in your belly which was slowly making its way between your legs, exactly where San’s bulge was pressed against.

Your arms were wrapped around his neck, your fingers nervously playing with the clasp of the fragile necklace he was wearing.

“Oh Y/n don’t make me say it.” He responded harshly, pushing his hips forward. You whined into his skin as you felt one of his hands move down, fiddling with his swimming trunks.

“Let’s see how long it will take until they notice.” He whispered into your ear while he rubbed his shaft against your crotch. Even though the fabric of your swimsuit was stopping him from directly touching you, it was driving you crazy. You were dripping wet already and it wasn’t from the water around you.

To the outside it looked like San was just getting his usual cuddles but in reality you were shaking, trying not to make a noise as he rubbed his hardness against your clothed clit.

“Please San…” You cried out quietly, making him chuckle deeply. You wanted to feel him inside of you. Wanted him to fill you up to the brim while you were surrounded by your clueless loved ones. Keeping it secret because you knew that if they noticed, it would turn into something even dirtier. You were glad enough that it was only the nine of you at the pool and no stranger was there to witness what might happen.

“Please what angel? I thought you didn’t know what I meant?” His back was turned to the others and your bottom halves were deep under the surface of the water. Otherwise the others would have already noticed the suspicious movement of San’s hips against yours. You pushed away from him slightly.

Your hands wandered down his shoulders, over his chest, to his abs. San absorbed your every move, ignoring the sensation that was sent through his body by your touch.

“Like what you see?” He growled, leaning in closer. He knew that he couldn’t kiss you. It would be too suspicious or well, it would cause the others to get curious. Instead he gently nibbled on your neck, knowing he would definitely be leaving a mark.

He was driving you crazy. You wanted to moan out loud, wanted to beg for him to finally fuck you but you couldn’t. Your lips were pressed on each other firmly. Look normal, look normal, look normal. You thought while San pushed your swimsuit aside, one of his fingers disappearing between your warm folds.

“Stay quiet angel.. we don’t want to be interrupted, do we?” You nodded firmly as another finger of his entered your warmth. You whined, a bit too loud, and immediately looked up in panic. But nobody seemed to notice. At least that’s what you thought until you met Yunho’s eyes. You cursed quietly. Everyone else was oblivious. Mingi was at the other side of the pool where Wooyoung and Yeosang were sitting with drinks in their hands and the other three were still sitting on the pool loungers. Only Yunho had separated himself from the group, now sitting in the corner opposite you, one hand on the edge of the pool, the other underwater.

“What’s wrong?” San asked carefully removing his fingers from your entrance.

“We have an audience.” You whispered into his ear, still keeping eye contact with Yunho. San giggled, stroking his own dick and pressing his tip against your clit. “Who is it?” He asked, preparing himself to glide deeper and fill you up.

“Yunho.” You murmured, making sure that Yunho could read your lips. Making sure that he knew that you knew. “Well then… How about we give him a little show, angel?” San groaned before pushing his hips forward. You hissed as he slid against your walls, stretching you out.

“San-ahhh..” Your legs were holding on to his hips tightly as he slowly started to move. And all of that happened without you breaking eye contact with Yunho. And the closer you watched him, the more obvious it became that his hand was not only underwater but inside of his trunks, moving up and down.

“Does he like it?” San’s voice was breathy as he pumped into you. “Does he like watching as I fuck your tight little pussy?” His voice was low and filled with pure desire as his hands wandered higher, now caressing your breasts. His broad body was covering you almost completely but it was still visible that something had changed. If someone watched you closer it would be pretty obvious what you were doing now. But he didn’t care anymore.

It was his favorite poison. Feeling the stares and the jealousy on his back. Knowing that he had what everyone in the room wanted. “I bet he is stroking his big dick watching me fuck you dumb huh? Wishing it was him that was buried inside your throbbing cunt?” You threw your head back, whining as he picked up the speed.

“San.. they are going to hear you..” You cried out as one of his hands slid down to harshly rub your clit.

“So what? Don’t you think they enjoy watching? Like Yunho?” You had a hard time opening your eyes, your body overwhelmed with pleasure, but when you finally managed to, you choked on your own breath. It was not only one pair of eyes watching you now, it was seven.

No need to hold back anymore.

“San please… harder!” You moaned out loud, causing their eyes to glow with this dangerous desire. You smirked satisfiedly.

“As you wish, my angel.” San smirked back at you. “I will make sure you’re prepared for what's to come after I’m done with you.” He grunted as he rammed his dick inside of you as hard as the water was allowing him to. And that’s when you locked eyes with Yunho again. He had moved out of the water, now sitting on the edge of the pool, displayed for everyone to see.

He had pulled his dick out of his trunks and was stroking it vigorously. Sweat was running down his forehead while he panted loudly. Yunho loved being watched just as much as San did. One reason why either of them was usually the one to initiate it.

Your attention was brought back to San by him growling at you. “Attention to me angel.”

You whined. All of this was too much for you. Feeling all those eyes on you while San’s dick was hitting all the right places put you close to the edge. You were clenching around him uncontrollably as you felt a knot forming in your stomach.

“Please San.. make me cum. Show them how much of a whore I am, letting you fuck me right beside them..” You said, knowing exactly which buttons to press to make them go crazy.

San was panting heavily, one from the exhaustion and two from his approaching orgasm. “Of course my angel. But don’t think it will be the last time that you’ve cum tonight.” He said, adjusting the speed of his fingers on your clit to his thrusts. And that’s what did it.

With the next thrust, your body began to shake. Your whole body was tensing up before you saw stars. You were completely knocked out by the wave of pleasure that was hitting you, losing control over your body completely.

The next thing you felt was San gently pulling out of you. Multiple seconds must have passed because you felt his cum inside of you but didn’t remember to feel him cumming. When you looked around, still not grasping what just happened, you found Yunho lying on his back, covered in his own cum.

San was holding you close, carrying you out of the pool after fixing his and your swimwear.

“Are you back angel?” You nodded, your mind still foggy. He gave you a kiss on the forehead before placing you on one of the pool loungers.

“Good because this isn’t over yet.”

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euphoricbi · 1 year ago

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ughrrhrhrhehe. i wanna do unspeakable things to this man.

bi han has his cold hands on your hips— his eyes even colder. he's basically using you as his personal fleshlight, his hands pushing and pulling you up and down on his cock. your hands grabbing at anything you can reach— his thighs, chest, even his hair as he makes you bounce in his lap. he likes this— likes being in control, despite what little control seemed to be holding him back.

he relished in your moans, enjoying when they went just an octave higher when he angled his hips just right. he leaned his head backwards into his pillows, feeling the juices from your cunt slip down his balls— feeling you suck his cock in. you mumble something about his dick being so deep— that you can feel it in your tummy.

he found it silly that you said tummy, but he liked it. he looked down at your stomach, letting out a guttural groan from deep into his chest, noticing the way the tip of his cock seemed to make a small bulge there. he ghosts his fingers over the area, watching how the bulge would dissappear and reappear with each thrust. he didn't know why it was so mesmerizing, he wondered if he would feel the same if you had carried his child.

he looked up when you whined out his name, feeling your hands entangle in his hair— making it messier then it already has been. stray strands of dark hair covered sections of his face, somehow it made him more attractive. his muscles flexed as his hand squeezing at your ass as he groans out one compliment— okay, maybe a few. he pressed his palm flat against your stomach, feeling his cock hit back into his hand.

he watched your legs begin to shake, your eyes roll back— mouth opening in a quick silent scream before a high pitched whine escaped you. you're beautiful to him, even more beautiful when he was pleasuring you. he let out a loud grunt as he felt your pussy convulse around his cock, wrapping his strong arms around you— pulling your soft warm body against his hard cold one. he wasn't sure what happened, but he didn't feel in control anymore.

you drooled against his chest, babbling out nonsense, he found it impossibly cute— speeding up his thrusts and the power behind them. so good, it felt amazing— everything in his senses was you. no thought of anything that occupied that cold mind of his, all that was in there was how he could pleasure his woman. his lover. his soon to be mother of his child.

he wanted to fuck you unconscious, fuck you till you couldn't see straight, but just the thought of you both being bound together by love— it overtook him. he pulled your face roughly up to his, squishing your cheeks that he adored so much. he placed his mouth on yours, your mouths moving together so messily, so sinfully. he pulled away to once again look at you with awe— your fucked out expression, the drool that connected your mouth to his. you looked so dumb.

he didn't notice that you were shaking like a leaf beneath his grasp, a telltale sign you were overstimulated and once again cumming around him. he dug his fingertips into your hips— surely brusing the skin— as his hips stuttered, his pace faltering as he pushed his dick impossibly deep. you squealed as you felt his warm cum fill you, some dripping out and slipping down his balls— soiling the sheets along with you.

your hands are placed on his cheeks, feeling his chest heave— his heartbeat beating quickly. he wasn't sure if you wanted to have his child but, he was sure you loved him. you whispered something about being tired— before you said those words. the words he's longed to hear from anyone, but especially you.

i love you.

#bi han smut #mk bi han #bi han sub zero #bi han #mk bi han smut #mk smut #mk1 bi han #mortal kombat smut #Puppy Thirsts —

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witchy-scribblings · 1 year ago

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are you still watching?

shinazugawa genya x reader

synopsis ➳ it might have been you who selected the movie currently playing on your tv, but as of right now it was the last thing you could focus on.

warnings ➳ characters are aged up, shy genya, dom reader, making out, dry humping, coming in pants, dirty talk, praise kink, lowercase, mdni!

wordcount ➳ 2.3k

[crossposted on ao3]

it might have been you who selected the movie currently playing on your tv, but as of right now it was the last thing you could focus on.

you knew this scene and its dialogue by heart now, the tension-filled first confession of mr. darcy towards elizabeth bennet was and would always be one of your favorite moments in cinematic history, but right now you could hardly care about any of it, unlike your lovely boyfriend, who was hanging on to every heated word that elizabeth dished back to the object of her unfortunate infatuation. and that was the problem.

he looked so damn good when he was focused on, well, anything, really.

it would be an understatement to say that you were utterly smitten with genya. despite his extremely rough exterior, he had never been anything if not kind and sweet towards you, even way before going steady. he had been an amazing friend back then (still is), if a little awkward with certain kinds of affection, and an equally outstanding boyfriend. despite still shying away from your love at times, which you actually just found all the more endearing, he never let you doubt his own feelings towards you, and showed that he cared in his own smaller but just as meaningful ways.

for example, letting you sit him through what could be your fiftieth (but his first) rewatch of pride and prejudice. he had agreed, not without making a face, and somehow ended up being more invested in the old drama than you.

you couldn’t keep from stealing quick glances at him even if you tried, but he just looked so good in his gray baggy t-shirt and red sleeping shorts. you loved that he didn’t feel stiff and nervous under your legs as they rested across his lap, and even had a big, warm hand rubbing up and down the expanse of your calf, warming up the skin and sending shivers through you, but he didn’t seem to notice. he didn’t because, against all odds, he was loving the wretched (you’d regret your own wording in the morning) movie and you wished he’d lay all of that undivided attention on you instead.

as much as you loved it whenever he got into something you enjoyed, you needed him in a different headspace right now.

to be fair, you had been dating genya for a relatively short amount of time, and he had made a lot of progress with processing your displays of affection (he didn’t nearly faint every time you kissed him anymore!), but you really wanted to take things a little bit further. even making out could prove a bit of a challenge, so you never really pushed because the last thing you wanted was to make him uncomfortable and, truthfully, you could reign in those needs, for heaven’s sake! you weren’t a horndog.

…not like you were currently drooling over your very oblivious boyfriend. not at all.

“genya…”

maybe it wouldn’t hurt to just ask .

“hmm? w’cha need, babe?” and you hesitated because how could you not? he was still watching the movie, although you could tell he was paying attention to you as well. how would he react if you just blurted it out? you were okay with rejection, but you didn’t want him to feel guilty for denying you and completely ruin the mood. would he faint, even? you really hoped not, because that would ruin the night for sure. but you couldn’t just backpedal now; it’d be weird and awkward to just say “nevermind” without a proper explanation.

“...can i get on top of you?” you were fearing the words had been too forward, but instead of overreacting, genya just spared a quick glance to your legs and threw a confused look your way.

“but you’re already on top of me, baby.”

god bless his dumb ass .

“no, no,” and you giggle, of course you do, feeling more relaxed after you were suddenly reminded that this was just your boyfriend; your idiot, lovely boyfriend. “i meant, can i sit on your lap?”

you could tell he was blushing now, but, to your surprise, that seemed to be the extent of his reaction to your request. outwardly, at least.

“uh… sure can, babe,” and you were baffled as much as pleased by the way genya had easily acceeded, but it only took you one second of curious consideration before you acted on your words and shuffled slowly to place yourself on top of him, with both legs straddling his thighs (you could tell he was way stiffer now) and pressing your chest snuggly against his. you peered into his wide eyes. “b-babe… the tv’s the other way…”

“i don’t wanna keep watching the movie right now, genya…”

oh.

your shy boyfriend looked too stunned to answer, so you waited patiently, letting your hands roam up and down his firm chest through the thin cotton, adoring the way you could feel his tiny shudders and hear the hitch of air in his throat. your fingers traveled further upwards, until they came to cradle his jaw in both hands; the skin felt warm and clammy to the touch. you made sure he didn’t miss the way your eyes flitted to his parted lips.

“is this okay?” you breathed against his lips, a silent plea. his body was so close, so warm and hard compared to yours, you could feel it despite having full layers of clothes in between. your thumbs ran circles on his reddened cheeks and your nose brushed against his from how close you were hovering towards him. you just needed the green light to close-

“yes, yes it’s so okay-,” you didn’t let him finish, couldn’t let him finish before your lips fell on his almost of their own volition, and his words merged into a moan that you gladly swallowed into your mouth. the kiss was gentle, experimental if only to gauge his every reaction and make sure he was comfortable with your advances.

so far, you knew he was.

you knew from the way his hands immediately flew to your hips to brace himself against your onslaught of affection, the way he shivered when you ran your tongue along his lower lips after every playful nibble, the way your mouth, pressed so insistently against his as the kiss grew in fervor, couldn’t contain the tiny, pleading whimpers coming from his throat.

at some point, you pulled away just enough to observe how he was faring and, boy, was it a sight to behold; genya, with his thin lips looked deliciously kiss-bruised and glossy with spit, his skin flushed all the way to his ears and possibly down to his chest, if you were to guess, and his unfocused eyes staring absently at you.

you weren’t any less than thrilled to have him so messed up from just some kissing.

“p-please…,” he murmurs, trying to chase after your lips like they’re his new vice, but you swiftly snake a hand into the unruly tresses of his mohawk and pull him back, maybe a little harder than you should have, but you couldn’t find it in yourself to care when you are rewarded with a loud groan that goes straight to your cunt, right along with the messy babbling you’ve pathetically reduced his speech to. “please, baby, kiss me more. y’r lips so sweet ‘n warm, i need more, more please, i- ah!”

you can feel your pussy soaking through the thin material of your panties when you grind yourself on genya’s crotch, once, twice, steadily building a rhythm where with every push and pull of your hips you could feel his dick getting harder and growing bigger.

“i can feel you through your shorts, baby,” you moan, shamelessly, keeping that one hand at the back of his head while your free one went to soothe the tight grip he held on your hip, through your oversized sleeping shirt. “your cock feels so hot and hard against my pussy, genya…”

if he’s embarrassed by your vulgar choice of words, genya doesn’t show it, and you’re sure it’s because he’s already so far gone into the steady pleasure, into your addictive touch, that he couldn’t be embarrassed even if he tried to.

he’s so unbelievably horny at this point that everything you say only serves to make his dick twitch inside his briefs.

when you lift yourself up a little, he follows and he whines , and you can’t help the amused giggle because he’s so damn needy already, but you let it play in your favor by taking the chance to slide his shorts down to his mid thighs; before you settle back down, you make sure to ogle the mouth-watering print of his cock tenting the material of his underwear.

“i really, really need to grind on your big cock now, genya. can i?” you ask sweetly, watching him throw his head back against the top of the couch and close his eyes to escape your impish smile and lustful gaze before they make him come embarrassingly early.

“p-please… i want it, baby, i-”

“i think you can do better than that, baby boy,” you coo, and you wonder how much you should push without risking ruining everything you’ve built-up until now but, it seemed, genya found it much easier to tolerate your teasing when he was already in the mood.

“b-babe, please… i need you t’grind your p-pussy on my cock…” he was doing so well, barely even stuttering, and you decided to reward him with a sensual trail of wet kisses on the side of his neck, tense like a bowstring with the self-imposed effort not to thrust up against your core himself. “‘m so so so hard for you, baby… i’ll be such a good b-boy for you…”

“yes you will, baby,” you sigh contentedly and, with that, begin to roll your hips back and forth, swiveling in circles and alternating between fleeting rolls and harsh grinding. “you’re already such a good boy, genya, letting me make you feel so good for me. aren’t you feeling good?”

as if the death grip he held on your hips and the desperate need to match your pace weren’t answer enough, you gave him time to put his own words together, to piece them despite the mist in his brain that only let him whimper and groan and moan breathily and raggedly into your neck.

“y-yes, you feel so good, oh my god, so so good… please don’t stop, please, i’m-”

“oh? are you close, genya?” and this time he does seem too embarrassed to answer, but you can tell by the trembling of his thighs against yours, the increasing volume of his voice and his clenching hands at your sides that it is, indeed, the case.

your pussy flutters at the thought of your sweet, lovely and pathetic boyfriend creaming his pants just from some light dry humping, and you decide right then and there that he’s going to do. just. that.

“n-no…” he finally denies, but it comes out so weak and unconvincing that he has to force himself to try again, “no, no i can’t… can’t cum like this, please-”

“you can, and you will, genya,” your voice is a gentle authority that leaves no room for debate, and he whines shamefully. desperately. “you’re going to be a good boy for me, aren’t you?”

“...y-yes, but-”

“and good boys make a mess when they’re told to, don’t they?” he’s so lost in your steady rhythm, trying so hard to fend off his impending orgasm that he can’t even come up with a reply. so you do it for him. “yes, they do. and since you are my dirty, little good boy, you’re going to come in your undies and-”

-and that’s exactly what he does. without warning, actually.

it is so sudden that you only know it happens because genya releases a strangled cry and a beautiful chorus of breathless “oh, oh, oh!” at about the same time you start to explicitly feel, through your sodden knickers, his throbbing prick soiling both of your crotches with his sticky seed, hips barely able to keep from chasing his relief with insistent jerks.

you find out later that night (because he tells you through mortifying embarrassment) that that had been the hardest he’d come to date. and you believe him, because it takes him a long time to ride out the euphoria, to settle back from the beautiful arch of his back into a boneless heap of post-orgasmic bliss, panting messily all the while, and you observe, feeling the mess between your thighs grow colder and stiffer as the seconds tick by, but you let him have his moment. he deserves it.

then, the post-nut clarity seems to hit and genya grimaces heavily, everything dawning on him at once; the mess, the shame, the relief, the utter adoration he holds for you because holy shit you really made him do that but he’s-

“s-sorry, oh my god-”

“nope, i’m not letting you apologize for that. you were so fucking hot, genya.” you relish on his flush, but let your tone soften with sincerity. “is everything all good, though? i really hope i didn’t go too far, baby…”

“no… you didn’t.” he seemed to struggle with finding the words, even more with finding your eyes, but you knew his words were honest. “that was actually really good…”

“i’m glad,” and you are, because despite the latent embarrassment, you can tell he enjoyed himself as much as you did. the living room is blanketed in comfortable silence, pride and prejudice still playing in the background, unattended, while you cuddled into his chest.

“but… y’know, there’s actually somethin’ wrong…” his words spike some unease inside of you, but when you look up to try and guess what could possibly be wrong, you’re met with a toothy quirk of his lips and wild-looking eyes that harbor a thrilling promise.

“you haven’t come yet, babe…”

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Eddie Munson x cheerleader! Reader (enemies to lovers) they say that they hate each other, but they sleep together after every party they go to, after some time, they realize they have feelings for each other and they decide to confess and they realize they've been dumb all this time

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I can't lie....I fucking love how this turned out and love the ending 🫶🏻 I hope you guys feel the same.

The line between love and hate

There was a thin line between love and hate. Y/N and Eddie both stood on the side of hate when it came to each other. At least, they liked to believe that.

Y/N was a cheerleader. Perfect in every sense of the word. Preppy and cheerful. Bows in her hair and a bright smile on her face. Popularity that filled her head and got her the things she wanted. She was beautiful and she knew that. She didn't struggle to have guys falling to her feet b

Eddie was a troublemaker. He enjoyed pranks and making teachers wish they picked a different job. He had a close group of friends but didn't venture out to make new relationships. He enjoyed cigarettes, weed, and liquor. He had a sense of bad boy charm that had girls falling his every step.

Two of the schools most wanted bashed together into one heated and hated situation.

Y/N hated Eddie more than she hated anything in her life. She hated his curly hair, she hated the way she tugged on it when he ate her out. She hated his brown eyes, the way they got so dark when he pushed himself inside of her. She hated his lips and how soft they felt against her skin. She hated that she never felt his lips against hers and she hated that she cared.

Eddie hated Y/N with every part of his body.... except one part. He hated that everyone worshiped her. He hated that all the guys wanted her. He hated her long legs and how they felt wrapped around his body. He hated her perfect nails and the way they dug into his back. He said her smart mouth and the way she gagged around him. He hated how amazing her cunt felt and how her voice said his name. He hated her.

And they made it obvious. Everyone in town knew Y/N and Eddie could not stand each other. Many could see the sexual tension binding the two together. Girls were jealous of her for the way Eddie's eyes watched her. Boys were jealous of him for the way Y/N's scent lingered on him.

"So we meet again." Eddie teased, his lips on Y/N's neck as his hands pushed down her skirt.

"Shut up." She moaned, her hands in his hair, clenching around him as he pushed himself inside of her. Her back against the door, Eddie's strong hands holding her up as he fucked into her.

The party was alive on the other side, their friends searching everywhere. A knowing look in their eyes when Y/N came into view, marks on her neck and lipstick smeared. Eddie is behind with messy hair and lipstick on his collar. They didn't bother to hide anything.

Everyone knew but some guys didn't care. Some guys still went after her just to give it a shot. Eddie didn't bother with other girls. He had some sort of connection to Y/N and he didn't find it anywhere else. He hated that.

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Eddie felt his blood boil when he saw her talking with a guy. The music was too loud, he couldn't hear their conversation. But Eddie felt like it was a slap to his face. His hickies still covered her neck as she batted her eyelashes towards the guy. He couldn't tell if it was an act to make him jealous, or if she truly wasn't interested in Eddie at all.

Wait, why did he care? Why did he feel jealous? Why did his stomach hurt watching her lips press against someone else's, lips that he never had the chance to kiss?

Eddie wasn't sure why, but he marched over to them. He yanked the guy off of her, barely seeing his face as Eddie landed a punch straight across his cheek.

"EDDIE!" Y/N gasped, she went to kneel but Eddie grabbed her arm. His angry grip was tight on her skin as he marched outside.

"LET GO OF ME!" She yelled, throwing off his grip. Eddie paced angrily in front of her. She could hear his heavy breathing and practically steam coming out of his ears.

"What is your problem?" Y/N snapped

"MY PROBLEM?" Eddie screamed, but he tried to tone down his anger when she jumped.

"I mean FUCK!" he gripped his hair. He wasn't sure what to say. He wasn't even sure why he was so mad.

"Are you jealous?" Y/N asked, she wasn't sure why he'd react the way if he did unless he was jealous.

"I don't know!" Eddie spazzed, his hands waving in the hair. "I think so? But I don't know why! I never really thought about my feelings for you, but something about you kissing a guy! When we don't even kiss, it just feels like a kick to my gut." Eddie explained. He was open and vulnerable. All he wished was that she took care of him the way he needed and didn't leave him stranded.

"Do you like me, Eddie? Or do you hate that I'm not owned by you?" She asked, she hoped he liked her. Underneath all that hate, piles and piles of hate it all hid the true feelings she had for him.

"Both? I've never picked apart my feelings. Hating you was just easier since you hated me. I don't want you to be with anyone else. I don't want anyone else touching you or making you laugh. I want to be the only one." He explained, throwing himself down on the curb. Y/N nodded and moved to sit next to him.

"I don't hate you, Munson. I like you and I knew I shouldn't because we are so opposite that I figured it would never work. But I can't tell you how jealous I feel hearing girls talk about you." She confessed, it felt good to say it to him. No more hiding behind the line.

"Then why didn't you ever push for something more?" He asked.

"I'm a cheerleader, Eddie, I figured you liked the sex but would never feel anything real for me. You hate the crowd I'm with. I figured you'd hate being with me."

"We never truly hated each other, did we?" Eddie chuckled, shaking his head at their stupidity.

"I don't think so." She giggled, she moved closer and leaned her head on his shoulder.

"If you wanted to kiss me, you could have the whole time." She whispered.

Eddie didn't say anything and she thought she said the wrong thing. But then his head turned, and his finger picked up her chin.

His eyes stared into hers as he nervously licked his lips. She felt her body take a sharp intake of air as she waited. Her hands clenched together as he slowly leaned in.

The way he took over the kiss had her head spin. He was strong and in control. His arm wrapped around her body to move her closer. His warm lips moved perfectly against hers. Her body felt fuzzy.

Eddie never knew kissing someone could feel so good. It felt like the last step they needed to make to confirm their feelings. He dreamed of kissing her and it was better than he ever thought it would be. Her lips were soft and warm. He could spend all night kissing her.

There was a thin line between love and hate. Y/N and Eddie both stood on the side of love when it came to each other.

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