#Chin Stripe Tattoos

[gwydionmisha]

Chin stripe tattoos are NOT Viking

[lady-lauren]

❥ PORTGAS D. ACE X FEM!READER

❥ WORD COUNT: 1.9k

❥ WARNINGS/TAGS: ~surprise~ he's the virgin, experienced reader, face sitting, praise, use of "good boy", creampie, Ace goes pussy drunk but who can blame him

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“Have you eaten pussy before, pretty boy?” 

The rosy pink that blooms around his freckles tells you no. Your sheets stick to the sheen of sweat across Ace’s skin, his tattoos glowing in the lamplight. His brows are pinched as he fists his hard cock, twitching against his stomach as he tugs from base to leaking tip. 

“Bet you taste so good,” he offers a classic grin, tongue sweeping over his canine as dark eyes stare at the naked juncture between your legs. 

Convincing the charming second division commander to let you…teach him was a more difficult task than you expected. He’s still shielding innocence behind bravado. No one else on the crew knows he’s a virgin—he only told you after one too many at the bar, when your hand started tugging on his belt and his face flushed red beneath the shadow of his hat.

It took weeks of gentle prodding and lustful teasing to fully wind your siren song.

You grip his chin, pressing your mouth to his in a greedy kiss that has him groaning. His lips are soft, plump and hot, so comfortably melding into your movements, slanting and sucking and whimpering. He’s a quick learner, so happy to please.

Quickly, you replace your mouth with a thigh, Ace’s warm lips ghosting across your skin as you settle your hips above his face. The view of him is immaculate, all perfectly carved muscle and his fat cock drooling between thick thighs.

Strong arms lock around your legs, eager to bring your wet cunt to his mouth and lick a testing, teasing hot stripe between your folds. 

“Easy,” you gasp when he presses the tip of his tongue to your swollen clit, “I don’t wanna smother—”

“I’ll die happy,” he pulls your weight farther down, shoving his face between the fat of your thighs. 

“Slow,” you rock your hips over his mouth, lashes fluttering as he listens and gives you several long, languid rolls of his tongue through your folds, “just like that, yeah.”

Ace hums at the praise, cock jumping and begging for attention. 

Big hands bruise your hips and thighs as he grips you for dear life, groaning and pulling like he’s going mad beneath you.

“Use your tongue on my cl—” he acts before you hit the last consonant, making your tummy flutter as he swirls sloppily around your clit. 

“So messy,” Ace mumbles into your pussy, slurping and sucking against your swollen bud. Your thighs shake as you moan, pressing your hands against his plush chest to gain balance.

“You like the taste of my messy pussy, Ace?” your words are breathy, losing their edge as webs of pleasure start to crawl underneath your skin. 

“Fuck yeah, taste better than I dreamed,” his affirmation vibrates to your very core.

Your vision blurs with bliss, yet you can still make out his dripping cock, swollen red and weeping and begging for release against the black, downy hair of his stomach. Sticky pre-cum leaks from his flushed head, pooling into his skin as his cock bobs for you. 

His cock is so tempting, veiny and fat and just the perfect length to make a girl scream. How he’s kept to himself for so long, you’ll never know.

“Oh, you’re so, so good,” you moan and jerk your hips from his ministrations, “put your tongue in me, please.”

You feel the way he grins at your plea, wicked and self-satisfied. His tongue is slow to leave your clit, laving against it with too-hot, too-teasing flat licks. Then he presses his tongue against your tight hole, gathering your slick onto his tongue before pushing into you.

“Oh, oh fuck,” your legs start to tremble as his tongue thrusts up inside of you, “fuck, fuck, fuck that’s so good,” it’s all a messy whisper, just hot air into the dimly lit room.

Ace dutifully fucks you with his tongue, groaning and grunting into your wetness. His cheeks squish against your thighs, freckles smothered with slick. He’s quick and eager, breath hot as he drowns in you.

“Good boy, oh god, yes.” 

Praise makes him shiver, makes his hips buck as his cock searches for you.

But then his tongue is back to soothing over your wet hole, lapping slowly and pulling you away from the churning coil within your belly.

“Please,” his voice is muffled by your cunt, wet lips moving against your folds, “p-please, wanna feel you on my cock. Your pussy’s so soft.” 

Oh, that breaks you. He’s so good, he deserves to know what it feels like to have a woman wrapped around his pretty cock.

“Okay, okay, baby,” he moans at the pet name, kissing your cunt and slipping his tongue over your clit as you pull yourself from his hold. 

The look in his eyes is desperate as you straddle his hips, spit-slick pussy rubbing against his aching cock. 

“You ready?” you ask softly, leaning forward to brush long, dark hair from his face.

His bold front cracks as he grasps your hips, rutting the underside of his dick into your folds.

“Fuck, yes, please—” 

Air is stuck in his throat as you line his tip to your entrance, popping his fat head into your heat. 

“Oh god.” Ace groans and rolls his head back against the pillow.

“Watch, baby, watch how your cock stretches me.”

Obeying, his thick neck tilts up so his eyes can latch onto where you begin to sink down. 

You take it slow, gummy walls sucking him in inch-by-inch. You take note of how pleasure twists his face, makes him hiss and his pupils dilate. 

“So tight, holy fuck, your pussy is so hot.”

The stretch of him makes your eyes roll, feeling so full as you finally seat yourself on his cock. He’s so sensitive, cock throbbing and hips bucking like he’ll explode at any moment. 

“We’ll go slo—”

“No, no,” Ace sits up in a flash, shocking you as his arms lock around your back, trapping you to his chest, “I-I need more, need to feel, ah,” he grunts as the shift in position has his cockhead knocking into your depths, “more.”

He’s crude in the way he thrusts up into you, hard and fast. You moan and it keeps him going, crushing you against him as he buries his face in your neck. 

“Feels so fucking good, oh my god, baby, I—” he loses his words to pleasure, groaning as he starts a sloppy pace. He’s needy, clawing at your skin, kissing your throat.

“Oh Ace, mhm, you like the feel of me?”

“Never felt something so good in my fucking life.”

Desperately he pushes you down onto the bed, gripping the back of your knees as he uses his strength to thrust into your cunt. He’s wild above you, sweat dripping down his forehead and jaw clenched as he chases a new high. 

You mewl at the position, back arching as you reach for his thighs, pulling him into you.

“T-this okay? Am I hurting you?”

“Don’t stop, baby, keep going.”

You moan as he puts more weight on his hands, rolling your hips back.

The purr in his chest makes your lashes flutter, ecstasy rippling down to where he thrusts hard between your legs. Your pussy squishes around him, a thick vein on the underside of his cock pressing hotly to your walls.

You’re already so close to the edge from sitting on his face, clit puffy as his pelvis pushes into you. He slows down a bit, catching his breath and just grinding himself into your heat. 

Ace whines, overwhelmed as he searches for some kind of absolution in your cunt. 

“Does that feel good?” he releases your knees and leans over your body, fisting the hair at the nape of your neck as he presses a messy kiss to your mouth. 

“So good, you feel so good. Go faster, rub my clit, see what it feels like when I cum.”

“Yeah,” he moans as he sits back on his knees, eyes transfixed on the thick ring of cream you’ve left around his base, “gonna make you cum.”

Having a goal kicks him into a new gear, makes his hips move with a purpose and steady quick pace. 

Ace paws at your bouncing tits, thumbs rolling over your nipples and pinching when they harden. His touch is clumsy and a bit delicate and it makes you hot. 

He’s never felt a woman like this before, never lost himself into the chaos of bliss. 

You’re his first and that does something wild to your ego. To have a man like Ace beg for you, to be able to teach him how to fuck you, it all makes your head spin.

A big hand smoothes down your stomach, pausing right at where you spread around him. 

He takes a few moments to keep barreling into you, getting high off the sounds you make. 

“How should I…?”

“Thumb,” you gasp right as he hits a good spot within you, “circle your thumb over—”

You whimper as he listens to your demand, the thick pad of his thumb swirling over your clit in tight, fast circles. 

“Fuck! That’s it, so good, right there, yes!” 

You’re sure the thin walls can’t keep your screams to themselves, but you’re past a point of caring. Your focus is solely on the liquid heat building where Ace’s thumb rubs against you, lightning and shivers racing down your spine. Your legs go limp and your hands twist in the sheets, hips slamming over his cock as you chase the falling edge of pleasure.

“God you’re so fucking hot, wanna feel your pussy cum, baby. Wanna feel you get so fucking tight and milk my dick.”

The mouth on this man. You knew he’d be vocal but his words make you drunk, dizzy. A whiplash of his naive confidence. 

He keeps tight circles on your clit, his other hand reaching down to cup your ass and slide his thumb next to where his cock spears into your folds. He spreads you there, like he’s curious to see what happens, to see how your pussy reacts and feels. The extra tug makes you feel fuller, wetter as he smears your slick.

“Come on,” he’s starting to falter a bit, cock throbbing, “come on, cum for me, please, please cum for me.” 

His pleading throws you off the cliff, makes your cunt clamp down around him and wring every ounce of pleasure from your body. He bullies in one last thrust, creating a fresh, euphoric jolt splinter down your body. 

Your eyes open just in time to watch Ace come undone, head thrown back as he empties his balls into your tight pussy. His muscular chest rises and falls slowly, cheeks so pink he looks sun kissed. He’s pretty all blissed out, yet so powerful above you.

“You okay?”

Your voice is a little hoarse as you grab his attention, his eyes shining down on you with a mixture of curiosity and delight.

“Wanna do that again,” he groans and lays over you, wrapping his arms around your body and keeping his messy cock lodged deep inside of you, “want you to show me all the positions.” 

“All of them? There’s so many—”

“You promised to teach me, baby. And I bet I can make you cum every time.”

You know better than to bet against him.

[strawberrymochin]

Weakling ♪

╰┈➤ ❝ use your pretty mouth ❞

Genre- smut

Synopsis- sukuna fucks you among the dead corpses of your crew members.

Word count- 2.4k

𐙚 Warnings 𐙚 -: minors do not interact | oral (male receiving) | semi public sex | unprotected sex | creampies | blood | degradation | sukuna calling reader slut | slight use of cursed energy |

Blood splattered on your face as a strike of cursed energy made the head of your last crew member to fall off his body. It rolled over, leaking blood, halting up to you till its infront of your legs, as you stare in horror.

The still headless body of your friend collapsed onto the vast floor, joining the other corpses of innocent humans. And now it's your turn.

You look up to sukuna, to see him grinning at you, wickedly. In one blink, he sprang upto your position, making the same gesture he did to kill the others. You back off dodging his attack. You're the last one alive, and maybe not for much long, your last hope is the help coming for you from the jujutsu high, till then you need to keep him engaged, letting him toy with your life.

"Aww, the mortal got swift moves huh! I'm impressed. Honestly I never thought you weakling would survive this long." He mocks attacking you once again.

"I still impressed you though." You reply, dodging off his punch, which was deprived of any cursed energy. Sukuna threw one, two and three attacks consequently till one of his kicks strike you hard on your stomach, causing you to lapse till your back hit the cold wall of the tunnel.

You cough out blood as sukuna laughs. "So tell me, pretty weakling, how shall I kill you?" He raises your chin up, using his index finger, to make you look into his eyes. "Shall I slash your body parts?" He says, "or shall I take your heart out?"

"Don't you have any better option?" You spit out, not taking your eyes off him. You really shouldn't provoke him, now that he regained most of his power. Time doesn't seem to slip away, and you have no clue how long it will take for the rescue team to show up.

At this point you're not even sure if any help from even any special grade sorcerer would stop him, and you're just a semi grade 1 sorcerer. Practically nothing infront of him. Still your pride forces you to forget your position, deciding to rile him up. If you have to die in sukuna's hands anyway, you would rather die pissing him off.

"You sure have a big mouth.....why not put it to good use?" His index trailed down from your chin to your throat, adding other fingers to grip your throat, strangling you.

"Good u-se...l-ike what? Suck your dick?" You manage to voice out, as your hands try to loosen his grip.

Sukuna stilled for a while, his grip on your throat loosened a bit, for you to fill enough oxygen in your lungs which he drew out.

The thick metallic smell of blood lingered in the air. Even in the dim lighting of the tunnel, sukuna's shadow engulfed your entire body. The king of curses is only a step away killing you, then why isn't he acting upon it? Why is he staring at you like that?

His eyes fixated at you, narrowing a bit as a devious smile crawls his lips. "You impressed me once again," he said, "now get down on your knees and suck it." His hands travelled to your nape, thumb drawing circles behind your ear.

For moments you do nothing but stare at him. Then your knees sinked down, obeying him, without breaking the eye contact. You wanted to keep him engaged, and there seemed to be no other option than this.

Your hands brushed on his clothed groin, almost gaping at the bulge you feel in there. Sukuna grinned wider, at your response, his hands are now gripping your messy braid. You unzip his pants, pulling it down slowly as his huge hard length pops out. As huge as his dick is, it is adorned with two stripes of tattoos just like his entire body.

He's already leaking precum, for a moment you are unsure how to fit such a huge thing in your mouth. Sukuna parted his lips to say something, but stopped midway, sucking in a breath, when you put your fingers around it, and start stroking and massaging his shaft.

You could practically feel his dick grow even more, as his tip swells red with more precum. Your feel his veins throbbing at your touch. A ghost smile spreads through your lips, it would be a total lie to say you weren't aroused at the sight of his huge cock calling for you. Your heart was pounding in your chest as blood buzzed in your ears.

"Use your pretty mouth, weakling," he grunts, "fast." You nodded obediently, kissing the tip lightly, then using your tongue to give it a few licks, tasting his precum. A few moments ago, you were there fighting for your life against him, now you are gladly licking his cock, about to give him a blowjob.

"Mhmmh....." He groaned, shoving his cock, into your mouth lacking patience. "Suck it," he rasped, "put your mouth to good use"

You found yourself in daze, your mind couldn't focus on anything, suddenly you don't remember why you even agreed to do this. But it felt good. Heat coiled up in the lower pit of your stomach as your tongue swirled around his cock, tracing the veins that throbbed in pleasure, as you bob your head up and down trying to take in as much length as you could, finding a rhythm. How would it feel to have this cock filling you up?

One hand of yours played with his balls, while the other holds his thighs for support. You look up, sucking in and out, rolling your tongue over his shaft, not forgetting the tip. Sukuna is looking at you, his eyes glazed with lust, lips parted, breathing heavily, tilting his head back at the sudden sensation of you sucking on the tip, bucking up his hips, causing you to gag. You were about to pull away, but he shoved your head deeper till you reach his full length.

Sukuna, never in his mortal or immortal life experienced this desire, desire to destroy you, corrupt you, fuck your pretty mouth till you beg him for mercy. Your warm mouth wrapped around his cock, made him go nuts. When you kissed his tip, licking it like a popsicle, swirling your tongue around his shaft, he felt like you're sucking his soul.

"Hahh....Aaah....uugh" he grunted, fucking your mouth, as you tear up, drooling, choking on his huge cock. Sukuna increases his pace, drawing out oxygen from you. "Mngh-ph....nmh.." you cried out, sensing his cock twitching in your mouth. His ragged breath and rough thrusts told you he's on the verge of reaching his orgasm.

"Aaghh....hahh...mnph....such a good girl....mhmm, want me to cum in your mouth? Hahh?" He pulled on your braid making you look up into his eyes. You nodded.

You looked so pretty with those messy hairs coming off your braid, tears staining your face dampening the dried blood flakes, lipstick smugged off whose stains linger around his cock. Sukuna's breath hitched at this sight, edging him hard. His cock twitched, as he jolted in pleasure, eyes rolling as he cums in your mouth.

You pull away, swallowing his load as much as you could.

Sukuna bends to your level, face flushed, hint of satisfaction on his it. "So tell me, shall I kill you now?"

You take in a ragged breath before answering him, "do what you please, but fuck me before that." You say, coughing a bit, wiping the mixture of his cum and your drool from dripping down your chin. Even if you're dying today there's ain't no way you're dying horny like that.

One second.

It takes one second for sukuna to grab your wrists and pin them over your head, holding them down with only one of his hand. He looked very much of a predator hunting for his prey, totally hovering over you.

His dark eyes scanned your face and then slowly it travelled down to your neck, then to your collarbone, and then to your chest.

"As you wish" sukuna's velvet voice, rang around your ears, getting you even more drenched as his other hand comes up in the air, pointing at you, making a gesture with his finger.

The cold sensation of cursed energy quivered through your body. For a moment you couldn't understand what happened right now. He used his cursed energy on you but somehow you were still alive.

He draws you out of your thoughts, nibbling on your skin, almost drawing out blood. You wince, as his teeth sink deeper, the taste of your blood drived him crazy,as his hand grope your breasts, kneading them. "Mhmn....sukuna" you mewled, he draws his nails over your hardened nipples, playing with them, sending jolts of sensitivity.

Your eyes widened as it striked you. He used cleave to rip off your clothes, which now pooled beside you in pieces. The only piece of fabric still left on your body was your panties.

You arch your back in pleasure, a needy moan escaping your lips, as sukuna takes one of your nipple in his mouth, licking it and then sucking in roughly. He repeats the same actions for the other nipple, freeing your hands as he kicks off his pants which were pooling around his legs, grinding his cock on your lower abdomen regaining it's hardness.

Sukuna trails rough kisses, as your hands wrap around his built body. It's happening. It's finally happening.

You could not decide whether to feel proud or sad. Being fucked by the king of curses, sukuna himself can be considered sort of an achievement right?

"So wet for me huh, you horny weakling" you don't even know when his hand travelled down to your pussy, rubbing your clothed clit, drenching into your juices.

"Nngh...sukuna please! I need it." You beg, looking into his crimson red eyes, squirming with need. "Need what baby? Use your words..."

Sukuna grinds his cock over your clothed pussy. "I need you." You whimper, wanting to feel him inside you. Your nails sink in his arms marking bruises as he brushes his finger over you sensitive nipple again. "Beg in detail baby....wanna know what exactly my mortal slut wants..."

"I want you to fill me up. Fuck me. Destroy my cun—AHHH" before you could finish your sentence, sukuna rips the last piece of fabric from your body, slamming it in without any notice.

"Aaah, f-fuck it baby- ah....so tight...mmnh"

Sukuna lowly grunts in pleasure, as he's sinking himself inside of your gummy walls. Your cunt looked so pretty, streching for his cock, wrapping it around so well. He fitted in you like a puzzle piece made for each other. He felt so warm with you wrapped around him.

It felt heavenly, as his mind fogs into the frantic daze you're luring him in. Unable to resist yourself, you started bucking your hips upwards wanting to feel him. You wanted him close. Even more close.

He started thrusting into you, picking up his pace, steady and rough at the same time. you wrap your legs around his abdomen, allowing him to pound deeper, making your eyes roll in pleasure.

He filled you up so well, even better than you thought. The way he slammed it in, streching you up, sent delicious shivers down your spine. Your mind felt fuzzy and ecstatic as he thrusts hungrily, causing you dripping your sloppy mess on his dick. His cock dived deep in you, hitting spots even you weren't aware of. You could feel his blood rushing through his veins, rubbing inside of your cunt. Pushing in and out.

He fucks you like he's fighting with you. Just like before. Except what you're fighting for is to crawl into eachother's skin. He wanted to kill you before. The taste of your blood on his tongue was intoxicating. It intrigued him even more.

A part of him still wants to kill you, but—

"Mmmnh...ahh...sukuna..."

One of his arms slides down to your waist, while the other rests beside you to support his weight. Sukuna hisses as you clench your gummy walls around him.

"Hmnh...yeah..." His voice came out husky and if you weren't hearing wrong, being all brainfucked at the intensity he pounded you, his voice was half an octave lower than before. He could tell your close by how tightly you clenched around him. Your sweet whimpers sounded euphoric to his ears. The most melodious thing he ever heard.

Desperate, filthy noises echoed through the entire tunnel, as he fucked you mercilessly. You cried out his name as his slides his cock in and out almost too fast with the help of your slick juices mixed along with his precum.

You both were sweating and panting. Fucking eachother like there's no tomorrow. Among the dead bodies of your crew members. However you didn't care. Atleast not now that he's banging you.

"Ahh...hahh...I'm-m close...ahh...cumming" you cry out in pleasure, nails marking his back, tearing up for the second time in a row. "Yeah..hmnh...cum for me. Cum on my cock, baby."

Your body surrendered to fervent bliss, as you feel the build up tension finally releasing, arching your back, curling up your toes. The electric waves of your high jolts through your body like a rollar coaster as you cum on his cock.

You looked at sukuna with your half lidded eyes, as he chased his own climax. And the look on his face was hauntingly beautiful, the one you would never forget. His red eyes never leaving your face as he fucked you, similar red tainting his cheeks, lips parted taking ragged breaths. He bit his lower lip, ramming into you.

You could feel his cock, twitching and throbbing inside you. A muscle on his jaw ticked as he emptied himself into you, with a final rough thrust.

For moments, none of you move, or say anything. Your chests still heaving trying to catch a proper breath. Sukuna was about to pull out, when you raised your hand cupping his face.

His heart skipped a bit as you slowly pull him, arching your neck, pressing a soft kiss on his forehead, then, on his lips.

The kiss was soft, feathery and delicate. Something sukuna never felt before. The way you looked at him, through your half lidded tired eyes; the way his love bites were painted your on body like an art piece on an empty canvas; the way you made him lose his control was something he never experienced.

He eyed you for a brief moment, before pulling his length out, as you wince at the emptiness. However you are too spent to react. His hot liquid leaked out from your pussy, dripping on the floor.

~♡~

The sound of cars arriving, from a bit far turned both of your attention. The help which you called from jujutsu high is here. You turn your head back to look at him when he pressed two fingers on your forehead.

Your mind went blank, as if falling into a deep trance, passing out. Sukuna gets up, scooping up your naked body, as he looks at your face.

A part of him still wants to kill you, but make no mistake. He's certain, he could kill for you.

a/n- this is my first time attempting to write smut. Ignore if there are any mistakes. I'm hella nervous 'bout it. The header is made by me (sukuna one in the last) do not use it without my permission.

© strawberrymochin 2024

[inkedinshadows]

Just Sit

Day 13: Face sitting — Cassian x f!reader

Warnings: smut, oral (f receiving)

Word count: 698

“Are you sure, Cass? What if I choke you?”

Cassian ran his hands up and down your thighs, his touch gentle. You always liked how his calluses felt against your softer skin.

“Sweetheart, trust me. You won’t choke me,” he reassured you for the third time. “And even if you do, it’d be one hell of a way to go. I'd die happy.”

His wide grin made you cave in despite your hesitation. You probably shouldn’t have told him how irresistible that grin was, because ever since, Cassian had learned to wield it to get what he wanted, knowing full well you would say yes.

You leaned down to kiss him one last time, and then you moved from where you had been sitting over the hard muscles of his stomach to crawl up his body until you were kneeling right above his face. Cassian’s smile only grew bigger, and his breath fanning over your wet cunt made you quiver, but you were still just hovering a bit too high.

“You’re sure I’m not too heavy for—?”

He didn’t let you finish that sentence, and instead grabbed your waist to pull you down until you were actually sitting on him. You yelped, but your mate groaned in satisfaction and ran his tongue along your folds before you could even realize what had just happened.

Head suddenly empty, you relaxed at that first stripe and let out an obscene moan when he thrust his tongue inside you. “Oh fuck, Cassian…”

He answered with a low grunt that seemed to resonate inside you. You buried one of your hands in his hair, the other holding onto the headboard for support, and when his grip on your waist loosened a bit, you took the chance to grind on him. Cassian immediately followed your lead, lips closing around your clit when you moved backward and tongue fucking into you when your hips rocked forward again.

His name kept falling from your lips like a prayer, either warped into a moan or a sigh, and you were too lost chasing your high to notice when your mate opted to just keep his tongue out and let you ride his face the way you wanted it.

Your movements became more desperate, and Cassian began kneading your ass, humming against you every time you whimpered. And when he flicked your clit once more, you reached your peak.

Eyes rolling back in your head, you shuddered, his strong hands holding you up before you could collapse on him. But even as your legs almost squeezed his head and your fingers tightened in his hair, Cassian steadied you so that he could lap at you and drink every single drop of your release.

Panting and spent, you waited to come down from the high of your orgasm before you lifted your body off his face. His mouth, chin and nose were covered in your juices, and he licked wherever he could reach, smacking his lips together once he was done. You watched him with a smile.

“See?” he pulled you closer when you lay back at his side, careful of his wings splayed out on the bed. “You didn’t choke me, sweetheart.”

You chuckled. “No, I didn’t. I actually really like it.”

“Good. Because I really liked being straddled by you as well.”

You hummed, already lost in thought, finger tracing the swirling lines of the Illyrian tattoos on his chest.

“You know, we should do this more often,” you said after a moment of silence.

Cassian’s beautiful laugh echoed in the room. “You can sit on my face at any time, sweetheart.”

An idea popped up in your mind and you eyed the straining bulge in his pants. Your lips quirked up. “Really? Even right now?”

His eyebrows raised, his grip on you becoming tighter as he smirked. “Absolutely.”

“But what if this time I’m facing the other direction?” Your hand reached down to unbutton his trousers. “What if I make you feel the same pleasure you’re giving me?”

“Oh, hell yeah.”

You laughed as Cassian moved to finish undressing as quickly as possible before laying down again and pulling you above him once more.

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[gilliontidestriderchampionoftheu]

chip canon design masterpost

“I want Chip’s design to be always changing.”- Bizly, 2021

this is long so it all goes under the cut. if i missed anything let me know!!

EPISODE 1: 

brown hair parted down the middle

Golden axe earring (based on Arlin’s axe)

White shirt

Gray striped pants

LOFFINLOT ARC:

Chipped tooth (bit a sanddollar)

Small facial scar (the bald men fight)

DESIRE ISLAND ARC:

Buzzcut

Black and red necklace from Aslana 

PARAMOUNT TOURNAMENT ARC:

Hair starts growing back slightly

Loses a few teeth (lizzie smacked him in the mouth with her whip)

EDISON KINGDOM ARC:

Prosthetic pinky

Red magic bandana on his head

BLOCK ARC:

Ring from gillion (fanon is that he keeps it forever, in canon its never brought up again)

EPISODE 56:

Niklaus deal tattoo (lower back i believe?)

ALLPORT ARC 1:

No shirt 

Wave tattoos on chest and arms

Oozing black wounds on chest (kuba kenta)

Permanently haunted look in his eyes. People can look at him and just *know* hes cursed

EPISODE 70:

Curse scars heal

Looks less haunted

POST-FEYWILD TRAVELLING ARC:

Wave tattoos turn to flame tattoos

Mind reading friendship bracelets (85)

debt tramp stamp that has the amount of money he owes and it magically updates as they pay it off (starts at 100k gold)

REDESIGN (episode 87)

Big red pirate captain hat with gold accents

Red pirate coat matching the hat. Has gold silver and brown accents and belts

Shoulder length hair

Bit of stubble on chin

Still no shirt!

Brown sash around waist

So many belts and sheaths

Black pants

EPISODE 93:

Black sea map on back

BLACK SEA ARC:

Patches on coat (from queen)

Studded leather armor 

Pink and yellow polka dots on his skin (they mention this again maybe once but i think everyone has chosen to ignore it)

Veins on forehead (from gaining wisdom but losing intelligence)

Veins on neck (from having his heart ripped out through his throat)

[m1ngkis]

San not letting you go pt2 (18+)

A/N: MINORS BE GONE. Contains: oral (fem receiving), piv, slight stalking and unhinged San

You should’ve never kissed him that night, not if you were serious about it being over between you two.

Every spare minute since that night San spent trying to win you back.

Ordering flowers to your workplace, causing coworkers to swoon over your rekindling romance. Sending cheesy little Pinterest quotes while he got his hair and makeup done. Even getting your initials tattooed on his ring finger on a whim one day.

He never stopped calling, even if you didn’t pick up. He never stopped dropping by your house, even when you told him to go away.

“What do you mean?” His confused expression actually pissed you off at this point.

“You have to stop doing this San! Stop with the flowers, the calls, coming up to my house! We’re done!”

San could do nothing but smirk as stood in your doorway, bag of food and drinks in his hands.

“Come on, baby. Let me in. I got your favorite.”

“I don’t care. Go home, San.” Your hand grips them doorknob as you start to swing the door shut, but San deftly squeezes his body past the threshold just before you seal him out.

Your jaw drops as he places a peck on your cheek before moving to your kitchen.

“Get out!” The frustration in you rises as you yell at your ex boyfriend, following him into the kitchen and attempting to push him back towards the door. “Get the fuck out of my house!”

“Can you relax?” San’s body of steel barely moves as you push and hit at him. “And cut that out, I’m making you a plate.”

“I’m calling the cops!” You nudge past him to grab your phone from the living room but before you know it, your feet are in the air and your butt is on your countertop.

San’s grip is alarming on your arms as he settles between your legs and grips your chin.

“What did I say? Relax. I’m not going to hurt you, honey.” He releases your chin and wraps his arms around your waist, peppering kisses across the skin of your neck and collarbone. “I just want my girl back. Is that a crime?”

“It-“ You can barely form the words swarming in your brain as San kisses your skin, sucking in a few hickeys on your softer spots. “I don’t want you here.”

San chuckles against your skin, “Oh my baby is such a bad liar. Grinding that pussy against me as she tells me she doesn’t want me.”

Had you been doing that? You couldn’t really tell. Your skin was on fire. San really took over every sense in your body and flooded it with him and only him.

His lips kept traveling up until they met your own in a soft kiss, molding together in perfect sync like a thousand times before.

Then, you could feel it. The heavy weight of his cock, hardening and rubbing up against your pussy.

You moaned in his mouth as his hands traveled down to your hips, tugging at the waistband of your shorts.

“That’s it, honey. Relax. Sannie’s gonna take care of you.”

You let him drag your shorts down until they dangle from your toes and you kick them away. San lowers himself to his knees and pulls your thighs around to cage in his head.

He hums as he gazes at your panties, damp in the middle from your wetness. “I missed you so much baby.” San licks a stripe up the fabric, molding it against your pussy.

“Fuuck you, San.” Your body shudders as your hands rake into his hair, tugging him closer.

“Mmm, I love you too. You don’t care about these panties right?”

He doesn’t wait for your answer before he rips them apart and flings them away.

His arm bulge and flex as he wraps them firmly around your thighs and gets to work on your arousal, promptly nuzzling his nose and lips against your heat.

Your breaths comes in shudders as shocks of pleasure go through your veins.

“Smell so good..taste even better.” He groans as he flicks his tongue against your clit until his name falls from your lips, broken and pleading.

His lips wrap around the bud as you whine and moan at the feeling.

You really shouldn’t be letting him do this but sometimes San was just too hard to resist, especially when he used his tongue on you.

It felt like you were burning, your breathing turned into panting and your idle hand on his head turned into you yanking his strands.

He knew you were close, your arousal dripping down his chin and staining his cheeks.

“San!” You gasp as you cum on his tongue, the slick muscle dipping inside you to taste it from the source.

“So beautiful..” He lifted himself up as you came down from your high, chest heaving and eyes threatening to close. “Why would you think I would ever let you go?”

You couldn’t form any words let alone thoughts but from the looks of it, he didn’t expect you to answer anyway as he tugged down his sweatpants and guided his dick into your pussy.

Your head dropped back as you arched up into him. “Oh Sannie..”

His hands locked around your hips and he kept inching in. “F-fuck.” He whispered, hissing as you pulsed around him. “I missed you so much.”

San leaned over your frame, caging you under his body as he started to thrust, slow and deliberate. Making you feel everything.

His breath heavy on your cheek, his nails digging into your hips, his sweet nothings in your ear, and the drag of his cock as he drilled into you.

The wet clapping of skin blended in with the creak of the countertop and the moans from your lips.

“It’s been so long..” San groaned, pecking your cheek. “You feel even better than I remember.”

“Sannie! I’m gonna cum!”

“Yeah? Let it go baby..I want to feel it.” He picked up his pace, dragging your orgasm to the forefront.

You shouted before you could stop it, clenching around him so hard all he could do was stay put. And when he started to fuck you through it, you knew you were gone.

Forget the breakup, forget his incessant stalking and harassment. San was the only one that could make you lose it like this, and if you had to put up with him for a life time so be it.

“Ah. Give me one more.”

“What?” You gasp and San takes the opportunity to slip his tongue in and kiss you like your life depended on it.

“One more baby. You can do one more right? I’m so fucking close!” Of course he doesn’t wait for your answer as he starts to pound into you, the experience making you dizzy and lightheaded.

One of his hands leave your waist and rest on your clit, rubbing firm circles into the bundle of nerves and causing your body to jerk as another orgasm approaches.

You can tell he’s close behind as his thrusts become sloppy and untimed. At a point, you feel him slip out completely.

You open your eyes to see him stroking himself against your clit, his jaw gonna slack and his neck red as he chases his own release.

Just as you cum the words slip from your mouth. “I love you, San.” You can barely hear yourself but you know he did.

His head shoots up and his eyes water as he cums on your belly. “Fucking love you too honey.”

[milkiangl]

pornstar!ellie making vids teaching inexpierienced lesbins how to make a girl cum

*her tattooed arm flexes with each pump of her fingers, your pretty little cunny gushing onto the bed and down her wrist. “please ellie pleaseee” you whimper “please lemme cum i’ll be good” “shh” ellie hushes, be a good girl for me and take it. wouldn’t wanna disappoint our fans huh baby?”

pairing: camgirl!ellie williams x fem!reader.

warning: smut! vaginal fingering (f! receiving), exhibitionism, dirty talk, consensual recording of sexual activity, cunnilingus, pussy slapping, mean!top!ellie, feminine nicknames, bottom!reader.

note: i’m currently jumping up and down in 2x speed, squealing over this!! you’re an actual genius, anon and i DROOLED the first time i read this. i would formally like to give you a big ol’ smooch!!

“Be a good slut and ride my fingers. There you go. Just like that.”

The slick pooling from between your thighs glistened under the low light, Ellie’s fingers plunging in and out of your dripping cunt at a vigorous pace; causing an ultimately filthy squelching sound to bounce off the four walls of your bedroom.

Hiking your knees up; shaky legs spread, Ellie positioned the lens of the blinking red camera directly in view of your abused pussy to catch the way it practically swallowed her long fingers.

“Then, you’re gonna wanna to pay extra close attention to their clit.” Ellie spoke to the camera, her thumb beginning to rub agonizingly slow circles on your sensitive button without breaking her pace; your figure jutting into her touch as incoherent whines fell from your swollen lips. “See, look how reactive my girl is. All puffy and neglected, huh? Poor thing.”

As her speed finally quickened, your breathing sped up into an erratic pattern while the knot in your tummy grew tighter and tighter; chasing her touch and your climax. “Ellie, m’gonna cum.”

With that, a harsh strike of her palm came in contact with your clit; causing you to let out an abrupt sob. “Nuh uh, not yet. Tryin’ to teach them how to make eager sluts like you feel good. Take it and don’t be a selfish brat.”

Not being able to make out what she says after that, your brain goes fuzzy and your ears begin to ring. So without warning, you felt her warm tongue suddenly lick a long stripe up your parted folds. Your body writhing and shivering beneath Ellie’s strong grip, mewling from her wet muscle replacing her fingers and already starting to drill in and out of your dripping; tight hole skillfully.

Once you felt her lips enclose around your sensitive clit, suckling harshly, you whimpered from the intensity.

“Oh! EllieEllieEllie, please! Need to cum so badly!” Her name mixed together into one syllable as you rocked your hips against her mouth greedily, weeping center clenching around her tongue.

Looking up at you from between your thighs, your slick coating her swollen red lips and chin as a triumphant smirk takes over her features.

“Go ahead, bunny. Look at the camera. Need everyone to see how fuckin’ pretty you look when I make you cum.”

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[mrs-elsie-barnes]

Mob Rules | Mafia AU | Reader x ...everyone

Bucky and Steve have banned girlfriends in the gang, but they're not cruel, they know their crew works hard and needs to let off steam sometimes...and that's when your hard work starts.

Warnings: 18+ for sexual content, language and themes now and throughout this AU

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Divider by @firefly-graphics & @saradika-graphics

Masterlist

Bucky - Cockwarming

Thor - Playtime

The room was completely silent. Each of the assembled crew around the table staring at Cap and Sarge. 

You didn’t really want anyone else in the room, you had been quite happy, sprawled on the large blanket under the table, moving between your new masters in turn. You had been licking a long stripe up Bucky’s hard cock when the first knock sounded, jolting you from your soft state into one of panic. 

Tucking himself away, Bucky had shouted ‘enter’ allowing a seeming herd of other people into the room. 

Sensing your nervousness, Steve had placed his hand on your cheek, his thumb rubbing against your bottom lip until you sucked the digit into your mouth, once more content to rest between them while they carried out their business. 

“Is this real, or a trick?” The man’s voice was like thunder, loud but clear. You couldn’t tell who was talking yet, only seeing a series of shoes, combat boots and a few loafers, one pair of battered trainers…you closed your eyes, sucking harder on Steve’s thumb and focussing on the polished shoes in front of you, one brown pair, one black pair, Steve and Bucky, Sir and Sarge, that was all you needed to worry about.  

“It’s not a trick, Thor.” Steve rolled his eyes, “we know we brought that rule in, no girlfriends.” 

A disgruntled murmur ran around the room, none of the men willing to vocalise how frustrated and angry they’d been since. 

Bucky slammed his palm onto the table and the room went quiet again, you jumped clinging to his calf, but remained where you were. 

“We brought the rule in, now we’re fixing it, but only if you're polite.” He growled.

“C’mon out, Bambi.” Steve and Bucky pushed their chairs back and Steve held out a hand to you, the ring on his pinky finger flashing in the afternoon light. 

Placing one hand slowly in front of the other you crawled out from underneath the table, one hand on Steve’s thigh, one on Bucky’s. The latter reached down, cupping your chin in his large, tattooed hand and pinched your cheeks. 

“Good girl, now say hello to the crew.” 

You turned, kneeling high enough that your head and shoulders peeked over the top of the walnut table, resting your chin on one hand you raised the other in a wave, “hello.” You whispered, nervously eyeing the array of men and women sitting around the long conference table.

You’d been worried ever since Cap’ and Sarge had informed you that your world would be expanding outside of their closed off penthouse, but now you felt that familiar throb of longing deep between your legs. They were handsome, your masters’ friends, so perhaps this wouldn’t be so awful after all. 

Bucky tucked a palm under your elbow and helped you stand, your feet wobbly after your time spent kneeling at his feet. Your heels tipped you forward slightly and you crossed your arms behind your back to steady yourself, pushing your chest out at the same time. A collective intake of air rippled around the room and, you supposed, that was to be expected given your scanty attire. 

Steve had wanted you to make a good impression and had chosen a soft pink babydoll with plenty of ribbons and bows. You certainly felt like a doll once they’d finished dressing you up but you loved it, loved that you didn’t have to make any decisions anymore. You let your wide eyes take in the room again, the hungry looks in everyone’s eyes. 

“Bambi, the family -” Steve gestured to the assembled group, “family, Bambi.” 

There was a chorus of replies, hellos and good mornings before the room went quiet again.

“Well, we don’t have much work to do today, so -” Bucky looked up at you, his hand on your hip protectively, “get to know everyone, okay. Take your time.” His smile was soft, but dropped from his face when he looked back at the rest of the family, “as for you, be polite.” Bucky glared around the room, “and remember to play nicely.” 

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[naturesapphic]

“That should have been me!”

Rhea ripley x fem!reader

Warnings: teasing, smut, Rhea’s ass in your face

You were in the hotel bedroom you shared with your girlfriend, on your phone scrolling, waiting for her to come back from her house show tonight. It was around midnight when your phone started blowing up on x and instagram. Curious, you opened it up, not expecting what was laid before your eyes. Your girlfriend Rhea ripley, was giving nia jax the stink face.

Your mouth dropped opened in shock and in a little bit of jealousy as you kept watching the video over and over until you had to close your phone and put it on the bed. After a few moments, you hear your phone ping and you knew it was Rhea who texted you “Rhea 🫶🏻: hey princess. Heading to the hotel now.” She said and you sent a text back with a “okay! Can’t wait to see you 🩵” you sent one back to her.

You sigh and drop the phone face down on the bed again and wait on your girlfriend. Fifteen minutes later you see your girlfriend walk through the door, still wearing her gear, dropping her stuff and looking over at you with a tired smile on her face. “Hey princess.” Rhea said as she comes over to the end of the bed where you are seated at and puts her hands on your shoulders as yours goes on her waist. “How’s your wrist baby?” You ask as you gently take her brace covered hand and inspect it.

She chuckles at your actions “I’m fine princess. Just a little sore but it’s no biggie. I still kicked shayna’s and Nia’s ass tonight.” She smirked confidently and proudly while your cheeks burned with desire and embarrassment. “Y-yeah you did…I saw some of the videos and stuff…g-good job baby.” I stuttered out as I grow more and more nervous. She just smirks at that because she knows I’m getting flustered and she could probably guess why, she just wants to hear you say it out loud. “Yeah? Which videos did you see babygirl?” Rhea said slowly and seductively in your ear.

Your face got even more red and you felt your body get hot all over. “I-I saw a-a lot…and I-I saw the one where y-you have nia the stink face…a-and I got a little jealous.” You slowly confessed as rhea’s smirk got bigger. “You got jealous baby? But why?” She said teasing you. “Because that should have been me!” You exclaimed as you crossed your arms and pouted as you grumbled under your breath. “Hey now…don’t be a brat now baby. It was all for show and plus…you could always just ask me little one.” Rhea explained to you and you started blushing once again. “W-will you do it me mami?” You asked, almost begging her.

Rhea smiled and gripped your chin in her strong hands. “What’s the magic word princess?” She said quietly as she looks deep into your eyes with her blue ones. “P-please mami…” you beg her with pleading eyes and she smiled as she felt satisfied with your words. Rhea backs up a bit and slowly takes off her ring gear shorts that reveals her soaked center and her full naked ass. Your eyes widen at the sight before you and you lick your lips in anticipation. She walks back over to you and grabs your face and positions her ass to be right in front of it. She bends over and starts doing the stink face move on you and you are enjoying every bit of it.

You open your mouth and lick a long stripe up her pulsating hole to her ass. Rhea moans softly at your tongue and pushes her ass towards your face more. You grab onto both of her tattooed covered cheeks and starts going to town on her. You moan as you eat her out and Rhea is a moaning mess and soon enough her legs started shaking indicating that she’s about to cum soon. So you reach your hand up and start massaging her clit as you push your tongue into her tight hole and start tongue fucking her. Rhea screwed her eyes shut and you felt her body tense before her orgasm hits her hard and she cums all in your mouth.

You pull away from her ass and smile big at her as she breaths heavily. “Thank you mami.” You said happily and she gives you a tired but soft smile that she only shows you. You only get to see her soft side and you cherish it daily. “Anytime babygirl. But that doesn’t mean that you get to call the shots.” She said panting as she turns over and grips your throat in her hands. “Y-yes mami.” You say as you look up at her with doe eyes that makes her go crazy. “Hmmm…since you’ve been such a good girl…let mami reward you sweetheart. Now lay back and let mami pleasure you princess.” Rhea said softly as climbs on top of you. You were glad you told Rhea about your fantasy.

A/n: I hope you enjoy lmao. I had to write this knowing that we all wanted to be nia jax. Requests are still open for all of my characters including of course Rhea ripley/Demi Bennett. I have my own buy me a coffee page! You can give me a dollar and it will help. I also have some different commission types I will do so here's my page to look into it :) https://www.buymeacoffee.com/naturesapphic Requests are open for yeehaw!wanda, country!wanda, and any other southern variants of Wanda or Natasha! Remember to stay hydrated and to rest! I love y'all!

[multi-fan-dom-madness]

Lessons in Anatomy and Affection (Hunter x reader)

Summary: You decide to put Hunter's anatomy knowledge to the test.

Warnings: 18+ minors begone, here be smut; f!reader, unprotected PiV, creampie, switch!Hunter and switch!reader, teasing, lots of teasing

Word Count: 2k

A/N: Hi guys! I'm alive! I meant to post this months ago, but I've been busy, so with the new TBB season finally airing, I figured this would work now. Enjoy, ya heathens. (If you've sent me an ask, I've seen it! My inspiration has been very low lately, but it's on my radar <3). Originally a gift for @vimse

Hunter exhales a shuddering breath as you blow a stream of cold air over the stripe you’d just licked up his neck. His hands rest lightly on your waist, his touch warm and comforting, and you delight in the way that his fingers dig into your side just the slightest. Throat bobbing with an audible gulp, Hunter turns his head to find your gaze. His eyes are half-lidded and blown with lust already, and they gleam in the soft, warm glow of the fairy lights of your bedroom. His dark curls splay around his head in a halo. 

“Cyare,” he rumbles. 

You shush him gently, pressing your lips to his. Under your wandering hands, the expanses of his bare, toned body flex and ripple, goosebumps trailing in your wake. Mouths moving together at a slow, unhurried pace, you can’t help the soft moan that escapes you when you curl your hand around his stiff length. 

“Kriff,” he breathes. “N-Need to touch you, cyare, please.” 

“I know, Hunter,” you murmur. Trailing kisses down the opposite side of his neck, you lavish extra attention to the sensitive spots you know drive him crazy. When you’re rewarded with a shaky sigh, his head tilting away from you to grant you better access, you smile against his skin. “But you have to wait. Think you can do that for me?” 

After a moment, his hands fall away from your sides. Pulling back, you study his features. His teeth worry his bottom lip, but his eyes find yours again, steady and dark and desperate. In the twinkling fairy lights, Hunter’s skull tattoo shifts and dances; though you know its base function is camouflage, to you, it’s always been beautiful. 

Glancing down the rest of his body as he’s stretched out on your bed, your mouth waters. The tattoo drips down the entire left side of his body, every bone etched into his skin with precise and accurate detail, from the large, sturdy femur to the smallest, most fragile phalange. He’s always been beautiful to you. And when he’s like this, relaxed and pliant, his beauty is nearly radiant. Anticipation curls in your lower belly and nestles deep, tightening your core with desire. You remove your hand from his cock before you lose track of the game you want to play. 

“I need to hear you say it, love,” you whisper, cupping his face. 

“Please,” he says. “Whatever you want. Just so long as I get to touch you at the end of it.”

“Always.” Pressing a sweet kiss to his chin, you shift so you can kiss down his body easily. “Ready for the rules?” 

Hunter nods.

“Good. I’m going to touch parts of your tattoo—” You ghost your fingertips over the inked-in fifth rib as if to prove your words “—and you’re going to name the correct bone. Get them all right, and you get your reward.” 

His nipples stiffen from your touch and the sultry promise of your words. “And if- if I miss any?” 

Tweaking one of his nipples, you hum while you think. “Miss one, and you can only hold my breasts. Miss two, just my hips. Miss three or more, and you don’t get to touch at all while I take my pleasure from you. Understood?” 

“Y-Yes,” he gasps out. His hips stutter up in anticipation.

Sitting up, legs tucked under you, you let your gaze wander Hunter’s form once again. Sweat has already begun to collect in the dips and valleys of his muscles. At his sides, his fingers twist into the soft cotton sheets in anticipation of the sweet torture you’re about to enact. His chest rises and falls with deep, labored breaths; at the apex of his thighs, his cock bobs gently with each beat of his heart. 

When he begins to fidget, you take mercy on him. 

“What’s this one?” you murmur, trailing your touch along the gentle curve of one of the tattooed ribs. 

“Third rib,” he answers immediately. 

“Very good.” Featherlight, you glide your fingers across his heated skin. “And this?”

“Sternum.” His voice is only the slightest bit shaky.

You move up to his throat and lightly tap the bisected cervical vertebrae that covers the central bump of his throat. “This?” 

He swallows, his throat bobbing under your touch. “C5.” 

Delight skitters over your skin at the way that his voice has already begun to drip with raspiness. Catching your lip between your teeth, you take a steadying breath, trying to ignore the way your pussy flutters with need.

When you’re ready, you move on again. You sweep your thumb in a soothing semicircle over the swell of Hunter’s shoulder, and wait for him to answer.

“Th-That’s the scapula,” he says, a waver in his voice. “The front edge of it.” 

Warmth rushes through you, a heady mix of pride and lust. “Very good, Hunter.” 

Tired of simply touching him with your fingers, you shift down on the bed to press a kiss to one of his arm bones, lips warm and soft against his skin. 

His breath hitches. “Radius.” 

Another kiss to the other bone earns you a sigh of, “Ulna.” 

A pleased hum vibrates through you. Bypassing his hand, you shimmy lower still on the bed to place a kiss to his kneecap.

“P-Patella,” he rasps, voice catching.

Gazing up at him for a moment, your mouth waters at the way that he’s not even looking at you. His neck is strained and his eyes are squeezed shut. Closer at hand, precum beads at the tip of his cock, practically begging to be licked. Tempting though the idea is, you force yourself lower yet again.

You target one of the tiny bones of his foot, and flick your tongue against it. A groan punches out of Hunter’s chest as his fists tighten in the bedsheets. Mouth working, no words sound from him. 

You lick the tattoo again. “What’s this one called, love?” 

“I- I don’t know,” he admits. 

“That’s too bad,” you say, words full of syrupy regret. “One missed. What does that mean again?” 

A strangled sound claws from Hunter’s throat. “It— It means I can only touch your breasts.” 

“Good boy,” you murmur. Pressing a fresh kiss to his foot, you smirk against his skin. “Now, tell me this one.” 

Chest heaving, Hunter squirms. It takes him a long, tense moment, but finally he gasps out, “Second metatarsal!” 

“Atta boy.”

Crawling up his body, you intentionally let your hand brush his cock. 

“Fuck!” he swears, voice cracking. “Please, cyare, please.” 

“Please, what?” you say. Tilting his face to you, you search his expression for any hints of distress. All you find is desperation and need. 

“Please, just...” He swallows thickly. “Need you.” 

“Just a few more, love,” you promise, “then I’ll give you what we both want.” Skimming your knuckles over the blank space of his cheekbone, you raise your eyebrows expectantly. “Tell me this one, Hunter.” 

“Skull,” he says, but his voice is hesitant, guarded. “Zygomatic.”

You kiss his opposite cheek, humming your approval, then reach for his inked hand. He releases the sheets to let you lick a thin stripe up his entire pointer finger. “In order.” 

His hand squeezes yours. “Distal, middle, proximal phalanges.” A shuddering breath leaves him. “Then the metacarpal.” 

He’s done so well for you; you just need one more answer from him. Your own arousal is getting more and more difficult to ignore as slick makes your thighs slippery. Nudging his wrist with your nose, you make sure your breath fans over his skin, warm and comforting. 

“Trapezoid,” he breathes out.

“Oh, Hunter,” you coo, brow furrowing in mock pity. “I’m so sorry, that’s not the right one.” 

“W-What?” His head shoots up, a frantic look in his eyes. “Yes—it is, look it’s—”

He points to the one you just nosed over, frown overtaking his features. You let him process the information for as long as he needs—which is a few long moments, given the way his irises are nearly black and his skin has retained its goosebumps for several minutes now. When you see the realization dawn on his face like the sun, you press a chaste kiss to his lips. 

“S’okay, love,” you mumble against his mouth. “That’s the trapezium, but you were so close. And you can still hold my hips while I ride you.”

A broken groan slips from Hunter, but his hands immediately fly to grasp at you. Swinging your leg over his waist to straddle him, you catch his gaze and hold it as you line his cock up with your dripping entrance and—

Matching moans echo throughout your room as you take him inside you. Dropping your forehead to his, you lower yourself inch by inch onto his cock, until your pelvis rests flush with his hips. No matter how many times you take him, it’s still a stretch, his cock filling you in ways that make you feel complete. Whole.

“Thank you,” he sighs, eyes locked onto yours. His nails are blunt but no less painful where they bite crescents into your skin. “Stars, you always feel so good. So warm, so tight.” 

Bracing yourself with your elbows to either side of his head, you roll your hips instead of answering him. Hooking your feet over his powerful thighs, you set a lazy pace, driven only by the intense, burning need to make him finish with you. His hands never stray from your hips—always a dutiful partner, always willing to listen and follow orders to their conclusion—but even so, his touch burns into you, scorching your very soul. 

You turn your head to rest it on his shoulder, working your hips a little faster. “I love you.” 

“Stars, I love you too,” he murmurs. His fingers squeeze your sides. “Love this pussy, too.”

Chuckling, you flex your core just to hear him grunt. “That all?” 

“‘Course not,” he says. He’s close; you can tell just by how clipped his words are, how strained his voice is. “Love your ass. And your thighs, your tummy, your hands—f-fuck—your eyes.” 

His words drive your hips faster, making you chase a release that suddenly rears its head. Pleasure thrumming under your skin and sliding through your veins, you moan at his praise. You bite into his shoulder, whining. 

“Love how you take care of me,” he continues, voice softening. “Love the way you care about us. I just love you, cyare.” 

“Maker,” you gasp out. “Hunter, I- I’m—” 

“I know, mesh’la,” he murmurs.

His grip turns almost painful as he takes control, dragging your body back and forth over his. Toes curling, your moans muffled against his skin, you delight in the way that he knows exactly how to move you, to make you see stars. 

Somewhere in the symphony you two compose together, of moans and sighs, whimpers and groans, you find the edge of shattered bliss. Hunter can feel it, and he presses his hips up into yours just enough to shove you right over the cliff. Body locking up, you cry out for him, walls fluttering as he fucks you through your orgasm. Pleasure burns through every nerve ending; your ears ring, vision black at the edges for a moment, as you let Hunter give you what you both needed. Through the haze, you’re dimly aware of the way his hips falter as he cums, too. Warmth spilling within you, Hunter pants against your skin, nails digging into your flesh.

When you both come down, you raise your head to meet his gaze. His eyes crinkle in a soft smile. 

“Hi,” he murmurs. 

“Hey,” you mumble. Sleep already begins to curl around your senses. “Thank you.” 

He releases your hip to cup your face. “What for?” 

“I dunno.” Biting your lip, you offer a smile. “Just being you.” 

Hunter brings you down to kiss you, a sigh of, “Always,” fanning your lips.

Because Hunter is your always, and you wouldn’t have it any other way.

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[hiskillingjar]

Branding (Strade/MC)

i said i wanted to write people being nice to each other, right?

day 8: branding second person. sfw. injury aftermath.

"Ouch!"

You took in a sharp hiss, your naked body, drenched in sweat and still trembling, lurching forward in a feigned attempt to get away from him, all while he was cleaning the still bloody wound on your thigh.

Cleaning your wounds. What a sick joke.

"Easy! That fucking hurts..."

Strade didn't take any offence to your desperate urging away from him, though (since he never did), chuckling to himself as he doused a new cotton pad with rubbing alcohol and dragged it over the shiny, raw skin of the burn.

An arrow and two stripes beneath it. 

It matched the tattoo on his left bicep, and had your mind not been foggy from the pain, you would have found a reason to consider it a little romantic.

"Ah, come on, you're gonna have to toughen up a little, buddy!" He said, pulling your body a little closer to him, trying to keep you still as he kept working. "If you can't take the pain, you're a little too weak to survive me!"

You scoffed with an idle roll of your eyes, trying not to look at the twisted strips of metal at your side, still glowing a hot ‘orange’, after being stuffed in the kiln.

"If I can’t take the pain…are you ever gonna stop prodding at me, just because you're bored?" You asked with a petulant little pout. “Don’t you have anything better to do?” You instantly took in another hiss as the blood and pus-stained cotton whisps got caught, painfully, on the raised, black scab of the burn. 

"NGH-FUCK!"

"Mm, you want an honest answer?" Strade asked, sucking his teeth indulgently as his amber eyes flitted down to your bloody thigh for a moment (probably enjoying how much you were flinching and squirming), before going back to meet yours, creased with amusement. "Probably not. Your reactions are too cute for me not to fuck with you. It's way too fun!"

You huffed again.

“You have a pretty demented idea of what’s fun.”

"If you say so, bud. Now hold still."

His voice was firmer then, and his free hand held your body tightly against the cool concrete so he could continue cleaning the ever burning brand. His touch wasn’t painful, he didn't want to hurt you any more than he already had, for whatever reason, but it was rough and authorative, making sure you'd stay still and he could care for the injury properly.

"You keep wiggling around like that, I'll have to tie you up!" He smirked, in spite of his firmness.

"I wouldn't put that past you," You murmured softly, but you kept still, doing your best not to hiss or whimper too much as he continued to soak the blistering skin with alcohol.

"Careful, meine leibe, I might take that as a request." He chuckled again, the smile on his lips never faltering in spite of your discomfort. 

After a bit more alcohol and plenty of soft, canvas gauze to cover the festering wound, he finished cleaning the brand. 

He was obviously pleased about it too, as he let go of your shoulder and sat back with a smug smile, staring down at where the wound was already starting to soak into the pure white, dots of black, soaking streaks of red and the haze of yellow painting the canvas, like an abstract portrait of your pain.

"See? That wasn't so bad, was it?” He asked, his voice low and encouraging. “And now you're all marked up as my property. Nice, isn't it?"

You idly chewed the inside of your cheek, eyes flitting down to where your new mark was hiding on the thick meat of your thigh, claiming you like-

Like cattle, like livestock.

Your stomach turned just thinking about it, and you felt your cheeks glow a subtle, and wholly uncomfortable pink.

Strade must have seen the way you were looking down at yourself, as he let out another amused chuckle and leaned forward, grabbing ahold of your chin and making you look up at him, into his eyes.

"Don't pout, liebling.” He chided lightly, his other hand pressed firmly against your injured thigh, making you swallow a gasp of pain. “Look on the bright side - you'll always have a little reminder of me every time you look down. You should think of it not as a brand, but…ah, as a symbol, right?"

He lowered his voice to a more commanding tone, bridging the gap between you.

"You're my property, after all."

“Mmph…”

You wouldn't deny that a softer part of you, a part that always fell for this kind of bullshit, felt strangely honoured that he had branded you with his symbol. The same symbol he, too, had carved into himself, a symbol he hadn't bothered giving Ren or anyone else, thus marking you as truly special in his eyes.

You couldn't stop yourself from wondering what that meant, though, and what that consequences that honour would lead to.

"Thinking a little too hard there, are we, buddy?" He asked, his smile turning into a little grin, clearly amused by the sight of your conflicting emotions at being marked. “I can tell. You always pull the same dumb expression,” He tapped a thick finger against your forehead condescendingly, making you flinch. “Like you think I don’t notice it.”

"Ngh," You grimaced slightly, gritting your teeth slightly as you pulled back and batted his hand away, trying to distract yourself from the pain in your thigh. "Y-Yeah, whatever...it doesn’t matter anyway."

"Oh, that just doesn't sound too convincing," He blinked before giving you a subtle roll of his eyes. "Don't try to bullshit me. I know you're thinking about something right now. I can see it in your eyes."

"I just…I don't understand you..." You murmured, feeling his free hand slide down the side of your neck, and his grip on your thigh relent, even just fractionally. "Sometimes I think you might love me, and then you do this...treat me like you hate me and it makes me feel confused and cautious again..."

"Woah,” His smile dropped for a moment before he barked out a laugh and shook his head. “You’re getting pretty deep for me there. What, you think I'm that extreme? You think I'm dealing with...what, love, hate, those sorts of things?"

"So, what?" You frowned. "Do you hate me? Do you love me?"

"Now, why do you gotta be asking such difficult questions, huh?" He teased, letting go of your thigh and leaning back on his hands, ever causal, like you were two friends having a normal conversation.

Instead of a captive lucky enough to amuse their captor.

"Maybe I do love you, meine liebe - or maybe I hate you?” He laughed again, an unfortnately handsome grin on his smug fucking face. “But I'm not gonna tell you! That'd ruin all the surprise, wouldn't it?"

"You're insufferable," You murmured with a slight roll of your eyes.

Though you couldn’t resist the slightest of smiles.

"And you love it~"

[ro-writesstuff]

Matty Healy- Tell Me

a/n: i saw this picture of matty and almost exploded.

pairing: female reader x matty healy

summary: matty starts getting in shape, causing a whirlwind of thoughts.

warnings: SMUT, daddy kink (i mean look at him), cursing, finger fucking, begging, matty being mean

word count: 1675

not my picture!

“Yes, princess?”

“Hmm?”

“You’re staring. Like a lot.”

“Am not.”

You were currently admiring your boyfriend’s beautiful frame. He had recently grown out a mustache and started going to the gym. He normally came back from the gym sweaty, his hair a bit damp, which you loved but also made you hot and bothered. You were happy for him though; he had found an outlet that took away all of his stress from music.  

Currently, your boyfriend was cleaning the workspace he had been in for the past hour or so, making you a delicious meal after you made a quip saying he couldn’t cook a few days ago. He took the liberty of making dinner in hopes to prove you wrong. You came home to a candlelit dinner and a shirtless Matty. 

You loved it when Matty took off his shirt, leaving his artistic tattoos and beautiful muscles exposed. You were leaning against the kitchen wall trying to stay present as your gaze followed him, but your imagination caused your knees to weaken. 

“That feel good, baby?” Matty half- breathed, half-moaned. 

“Yes, Matty. Fuck.” 

He had been teasing you for hours; teasing your entrance and licking stripes along your pussy as you grinded against his face. 

“Want you to come on my face baby.” He said, sliding another finger into you. You moaned in response, feeling his fingers getting deeper and deeper. You start to feel the pressure from your stomach start to release. He curled his fingers ever so slightly to- 

“Earth to Y/N?” Your boyfriend said, still looking as fine as ever. 

You shook your head to try and get away from your filthy thoughts, however Matty’s gray sweatpants (hanging low on his hips and slightly outlining his cock) and a strand of curls that hovered in front of his forehead led you back to them. You quickly snapped yourself out of your haze. “What, love?” 

“Can you pass me the cleaning spray?” He said, now aware of your body language. 

Matty suddenly figured it out. He’d noticed your wandering eyes for the past couple of months, catching you staring, but didn’t think anything of it until tonight. He knew you loved looking at him, and hell, he loved it when he’d see your eyes glazed over thinking about his fingers or his dick inside you. But he didn’t realize his newly grown features were the cause of you acting this way. 

You turned around and bent down and opened the cabinet, reaching for the requested bottle. 

“Here, oh-” 

Matty was right in front of you, and his hands were pressed against the counter behind you, caging you in on either side. 

He was going to make you pay for all those times he caught you staring. 

“Want to tell me what you’re thinking about, love?” He said, analyzing you. You stayed quiet, knowing if you said some snarky comment you’d end up paying for it later. You swallowed hard. 

“Oh, I get it baby.” A smirk slid across his face. “So if I do this, I’m not turning you on… whatsoever.” He moved in front of you, so your bodies were almost against each other; you could start to feel the bulge in his pants. Your face quickly heated, so you looked away to avoid eye contact. 

“Ah, ah. Look at daddy, Y/N.”

Matty lifted your chin so he could look at you squirming underneath him. He loved knowing that he could make you melt. 

 “Beg.”

“Matty-”

He faked gasped. “She speaks.” His smug smirk reappeared on his face, and his brown eyes swirled with lust. 

Uh oh.

He pushed his hips so you were now flesh against each other. He dragged his lips down the side of your neck, causing goosebumps to form in its wake. “I said beg, Y/N.” 

There was a beat of silence as Matty latched his lips onto you, lightly sucking on your skin earning a whimper from you. His lips hovered near the shell of your ear. “Unless of course you don’t want me to do anything to you.” 

His words, dripping in lust, instantly made you cave. “Matty, please. Fuck, you don’t know what you do to me. Oh fuck, I need your fingers baby. Please Matty, I-”

He cut you off with a long kiss. 

“Don’t worry princess. Daddy’s gonna take good care of you, hmm?” He pressed his lips against yours again, and feeling his strong arms carrying you, you suddenly felt the cold countertop below you.  

“So,” he said, fumbling with your shorts. “All it took were some muscles and a mustache, hmm?” 

You lifted your hips. “Whatever.”  

He laid you on the back onto your arms, as you watched him take off your shorts. That all-too-familiar feeling rose in your stomach as you felt his hands move near your pussy. You loved it when Matty was so close to you like this. It made you feel one with him, making you feel even safer and more certain you wanted to do this with him. 

As he took off your panties, his eyes darkened, as he revealed you to him. 

“Fuck.” 

You moaned in response, feeling him spread your legs. You were dripping; Matty loved it when you were. 

Matty carefully slid one of his fingers inside you. Your breath caught in your throat at the feeling, a moan escaping your lips as he added another. His fingers started to work in and out of you. Your hands found his hair, tugging on it as the stirring feeling in your stomach started to get stronger. As you started to clench around Matty’s fingers, he decided to toy with you. 

Suddenly, Matty's fingers were gone. You looked at him worryingly, eyebrows furrowed and a pouting look overtaking your face. They were so warm and fit inside you so well.

“Matty wait, no. No. No, please, fuck-”  

He chuckled darkly, sucking his fingers as he looked at you admiringly. You could see the lust that devoured his eyes. He wiped his fingers on your thighs as you gazed at him. 

He let you catch your breath as he slowly played with your clit. “Calm down, princess. ‘M just taking my time is all.” 

You didn’t care if you sounded desperate, you just wanted his fingers back inside you. “Matty, fuck. I’m sorry for staring, okay? Fuck, please-”

You gasped as Matty again slid his finger in and out of you, slightly curling the tip to get you close. He slid two fingers inside you, the feeling being too much. You propped yourself up, causing you to clench his hand between your thighs. 

His tone immediately dropped to normal. “What is it, baby?”

“I- Matty I can’t,” You dropped your head on his shoulder, trying to find some kind of support in your hazy state. 

He brought your gaze up to his, concern written on his face. “What’s wrong, love? My fingers don’t feel good?” He halted all movements. 

“No they do, they just-” 

“Feel too good?” He placed his hand on the small of your back securely. 

You nodded, tears rolling down your face. 

He laughed. “Hmm.” 

You looked up at him, confused. “What?” 

He wiped a stray tear with his thumb. “You forget I know you, princess.” He said with a strange smile. “And what I think you want is for me to fuck you senseless with my fingers until you come all over them.” Leaning forward and giving you a sweet kiss on your forehead, he continued. “And when you do, you want me to fuck you senseless again. Does that sound quite right?” 

Heat and embarrassment rushed to your face. 

“Aww, it’s okay baby. Care to correct me?” His voice was strangely comforting. 

“Y/N,” he said, drawing out your name. 

“No.”

Another gorgeous smile broke through. “Lay back and open your legs for me, baby.” You obeyed, your back wincing at the cold countertop as Matty gently took his hand from your lower back. 

“Fuck.” Matty loved the sight of you like this. He gently touched your folds, which made your hips rock towards his fingers. You mewling at his barely there touches had him going crazy. He licked your clit, earning a breathy moan from you and started to play with your entrance. You were trying to make as much friction as possible to try and keep yourself sane. Seeing that you were enjoying yourself, Matty couldn’t help himself and slid his fingers into you. 

“Matty,” you called out, the stretch of his fingers being too much. 

“I thought you loved my fingers.” He teased. 

“Oh God-” 

Matty picked up the pace as you shut your eyes. He knew exactly how to bring you to the edge while not rushing it. 

“You can do it baby.”

You both felt your orgasm start to reach you, and that feeling in your stomach started to get stronger and stronger. 

“Matty fuck-”

Matty urged you on, wanting you to cum on his fingers. He’d never admit it, but the feeling of his fingers inside you as your walls clenched around him was something that he constantly touched himself to. 

“Fuck, yes princess that’s it. Cum for me baby. Give it to me.”

You felt yourself grind on Matty’s fingers as you let out a loud moan, feeling the wave of pleasure overtake you. Your hips stuttered as you rocked your hips hard against his hand, attempting to catch your breath. You heard him release a string of expletives with your name in between. 

As you started to come down from your high, you felt your limbs get heavier. Matty immediately was there to hold you. 

“Good job princess. Fuck, you did so well for me. My good girl.” 

He held you until you lifted yourself up, still dizzy from your orgasm. “Thank you, baby.”

Matty chuckled, “‘Course. Anything for my girl. How are you feeling?”

“Good. A bit sticky, though.” You both laughed. He nodded his head towards the mess you made on the table. 

“So much for cleaning the countertop, huh?”

[glorixuspurpose]

Seven Minutes

Ryomen Sukuna x Black!afab!reader

Note: my first time posting smut😭 it’s not that great but read at your own risk!!

 “Alright, it’s your turn.” All the eyes in the room turn to you as you sit there awkwardly, the empty glass bottle practically forced into your hand. 

You place it in the middle of the circle, making it spin. 

You sit there, half in anticipation and half in fear, as the bottle begins to slow down, about to land on one of your upperclassmen, Satoru Gojo, until a tattooed arm comes into your line of vision, stopping it in front of him instead. 

It was Sukuna, probably the most intimidating upperclassmen of all, from his tattoos to his dark demeanor. You silently curse his younger brother, Yuji, for inviting you to this damn party in the first place. 

 Satoru glares at him, yet still doesn’t argue as the two of you stand. Satoru practically pushes you two down the hallway, more like you, since Sukuna was way heavier than you, and into the closet. “Seven minutes!” He yells from behind the closed door. You sit on the floor, under what you can assume is coats. 

“Why did you stop it?” You ask. 

He shrugs. “I’m better than that white-haired fool. I don’t trust him either.”

You bring your knees to your chest. “Oh.” 

He continues to stand, towering over you from your spot sitting down. Despite his looks, he’s actually not that tall.

 “Don’t stay all shriveled up like that. You look like a scared child.” 

You change your position, still seated. 

“Stand up.” You immediately shot up, almost tangling yourself in the coats. 

“Much better.” He steps closer to you, inspecting your face. 

“What’s with the tattoos?” You ask.

He fakes a pout. “What, you don’t like them?”

“N-no I never said that, I just—”

“I get what you mean, princess. I got them because they’re badass. And because people kept mistaking me for my baby brother.”

 “I can see that.” It was somewhat believable, since they both had the same upward sticking pink and brown hair, and an almost similar muscular build. 

He smirks. “So..you like them?”

You nod. 

“I prefer verbal validation.” 

“O-oh, um, yeah..I do.”

He moves closer to you. “Good. You wanna touch them?” He held up one of his muscular arms, covered with thick black stripes. 

Carefully, you traced your finger over one of them. 

“Nice, right?” He asked. 

“Yeah..”

 “Five minutes!” Satoru yelled from the other side of the closet door. Sukuna rolled his eyes.

“Ignore that idiot.”

 You finally took your hands off his tattoo, letting them drop to your sides.

“So…what now?” You asked. 

He stepped closer. “Have you never played this game before?” He tilted his head.

“No…”

With one finger, he tilted your chin up to look at him. “I guess I should show you then, hm?”

You nodded. “Yes..” Without an extra word, he leaned in and kissed you; roughly. 

He moved his hand to the back of your head, holding you in place. 

 He moved his other hand to under the buttons of your cardigan, his hand sliding under to palm your left breast. “Nothing under, huh? That seems unlike you.” He teased. 

He unbuttoned the rest of your cardigan, letting it drop to the floor. Your entire torso was exposed. He pulled away from the kiss. 

“What else should I do then, huh? Tell me what you want.”

“Iwantyoutotouchme.” You rushed out. 

“Hm?”

 “I want you to touch me.” 

“Ask and you shall receive.” He moved his hand lower, to your skirt, and pulled it down with one swift motion. The only thing standing in his way now was your underwear, but he’d get to that later. “So you were hiding all this?” He moved closer, his body practically pressing against yours. He placed another kiss to your lips before kneeling down, face to face with your pelvis.

“These need to come off too.” He slid off your underwear, letting them drop to your feet. 

“Lie down, for me?” He let you go and you complied, your head just under those same coats. 

He took off his shirt, revealing more tattoos. 

 “Already so wet for me..”

He put two fingers inside you, making you let out a moan. 

“Three minutes!”

“Shut the fuck up!” He snapped. 

“Well okay then.” Satoru responded, sounding kinda grouchy. 

He chuckled, moving his fingers faster inside you. “You like that?”

You nodded vigorously, covering your face with your hands. 

He used his right hand to pry your hands off your face. “You know I want to see your pretty face.” Suddenly, he pulled his fingers out of you, making you groan at the sudden emptiness. 

“Why’d you stop?” You whined. 

 “We don’t have a lot of time.” He got on his knees, unbuttoning his pants and letting them drop to his knees. You could tell that he was big by the curve in his boxers.

He pulled his boxers down next, revealing more stripes on his thighs. 

“Your tattoo artist sure got a big payout, huh?” 

He gave a sarcastic chuckle, before pushing himself inside you. 

“Shit!” You cursed, your hands immediately going to cover your face but he grabbed your hands, holding both of your wrists with one hand above your head. 

 He thrust into you faster. “Look at me.”

He used his other hand to hold your jaw in place. 

“One minute!”

Sukuna took that as an alleyway to go faster, the sounds of skin slapping against skin filling the closet, and most likely the hallway. 

He gave about three more thrusts before spilling himself inside of you. 

Both of you panted as he laid on top of you, catching his breath before getting dressed again. 

“Hopefully you learned.” He said, wiping off his forehead with the back of his hand. 

 The doorknob of the closet turned, and Sukuna immediately went to hold the doorknob to keep the door closed. “Get dressed.” He mouthed. 

You stood up and got dressed again, digging in your purse that you forgot you brought with you for some perfume. 

You exited the closet, knowing Sukuna was probably still getting dressed. 

“I heard the whole thing.” Satoru smirked.

You sheepishly rubbed the back of your neck. 

 “Don’t stress about it. Now hurry up and go back.” He winked at you as you rushed down the hall.”

[throneofspicybooks]

For a filthy smut request, ruhn danaan and creampie then he eats reader out?

Oh Ruhn would 100% do this

✨Favourite Flavour - Ruhn Danaan x Reader Smut ✨

Smut MDNI

Ruhn was gorgeous, handsome, and the most generous lover you had ever had.

And tonight was no exception.

Muscles bulged in his tattooed arms as he caged your body in with his large frame. His slim hips rolling against yours, hitting that perfect spot every time. Nails clawed at his back as his pace never relented. Ruhn groaned into your neck, “you’re so fucking tight, Princess. Just a dirty little slut, milking my cock with your wet cunt, aren’t you?”

Tears shone in your eyes as you stared up at his beautiful face. Babbling, you nodded your head as your nails continued to tear at the skin of his back.

“Do you deserve to cum, Y/N?” Ruhn ran his hands through your hair, pushing back the strands so he could properly stare into your eyes. “I think you do. Why don’t we make that happen, hmm?”

Fingers traveled between your sweaty bodies to flick your clit. You gasped as Ruhn’s fingers circled your nub, his hips never stopping their brutal pace. Ruhn swallowed the sound. His own groan had you dripping as your hand dropped down to squeeze his balls just this side of pain.

And suddenly you were there. You screamed as you came, legs locking around his waist. Ruhn’s ministrations did not stop, causing your climax to surprise you and hauling his own with you. “Oh Pretty Girl. So tight, so wet.” He groaned, talking you through your orgasm, “that’s it Sweet Girl, keep cumming. So perfect.” Warmth pooled within as Ruhn came in ropes, his cum decorating your cunt in the purest white.

His hips slowed and stopped nestled with your own as you both lay spent. His chest brushed yours with your shared deep breaths. Ruhn met your eyes with a soft smile. “Feel okay?” He asked into the quiet. You nodded with a happy, sated smile. “Good.” His lips turned into an arrogant smirk. “Because I think you’ve got one more in you, Princess.”

The sudden loss of his dick as he pulled out in a long slide had you whining pathetically. You didn’t have to wait long before Ruhn was on you once more. Gripping the backs of your thighs, Ruhn pushed until your knees reached your ears. Cool air caressed your still sensitive pussy, causing a shiver to run down your spine.

Wetness dripped from your hole. You knew without looking that it was Ruhn’s cum that dripped down your cunt. “Uh uh uh, Princess. We can waste this.” Ruhn’s tongue licked up your pussy in a long, thick stripe. You jolted at the feeling, hips raising to chase his mouth for more. He obliged.

Kitten licks flicked across your little cunt. Lips wrapped around your clit with a sharp suck. Release once again brewed in your gut. “You taste so good, My Lovely. We taste so good. Your pussy juice mixed with my cum is like the richest of wines.” He emphasised his words with the fast paced circling of his tongue around your now thoroughly abused clit.

“Ruhn,” you all but cried, the tears you had been holding back beginning to spill, “it’s too much. Too sensitive.”

“That’s not true,” he said into your mind. “You can take it, Princess. Just let go.”

You did. As Ruhn’s tongue dropped to tease your hole, the muscle slurping at your mixed release, a finger came down to rub your clit in a brutal rhythm. If it wasn’t for his hand holding you spread apart, your thighs would have certainly smothered him with your squeeze.

Your breathy moans as you crested your climax at Ruhn doubling his efforts. You were cumming with no end in sight, not as Ruhn licked and sucked at the cum leaking from your hole, delving deeper as more greeted him.

He finally relented when your hands pushed at his, the overstimulation too much. Ruhn rise above you on powerful arms as he licked up the remaining arousal coating his chin and lips. “I think I just found my new favourite flavour,” he said. You giggled. And pulled his lips down to meet yours, wanting to try the taste for yourself.

[samwise1548]

Felt like drawing someone else’s Tim with my own, so I drew @sarcasticscribbles’s Tim cuz her design is honestly so cool

[ID: A drawing of two different versions of the character Tim Stoker from the Magnus Archives.

The left is the original artists design. In this version Tim is a Puerto Rican man with light brown skin, hazel hair bleached at the bangs, and a mustache. He has a flaming tattoo on his left sleeve. He’s wearing a yellow short sleeve shirt with blue stripes, tucked into a pair of blue jeans.

On the right is @sarcasticscribbles’s design of Tim. Her version is a white man with medium length dark hair and hooked nose. He’s wearing a dark grey shirt with rolled up sleeves and green eye patterning, tucked into a pair of dull colored pants, and grey shoes. On his right hand is a friendship bracelet.

The Tim on the left circles around the other, one hand holding his chin and exclaims “Wow, I look nice!” Where the first word is in blue and the last is in big, red, and underlined for emphasis. The other Tim scratches the back of his head with one hand and stuffs the other in his pocket abashedly. There’s a light blush on his face. \End ID]