#HE IS SO PATHETIC AND NEEDY i will combust

[gojoest]

not to contribute to the brainrot but, um, having him in the chastity belt/cage for a while and telling him he gets to cum on valentine’s day… only to ruin his orgasm…

kae..oh god………

i think it’s very challenging for satoru to be caged bc he simply wants you so bad. all the time. on the other hand though, giving you full control over himself and his sexual release is a great turn on too. like, he is all yours not in the sense of you owning him but in the sense of him belonging somewhere and it does things to him (yes i am always going to make it about him being lonely and touch starved and how it reflects here too, in a way)

he tries his best for the sake of valentine’s day though. eagerly waiting for you to set him free. he’s very excited bc he’s expecting a big reward for doing so good + bc it’s a special day. most of all though, he’s really really missed the way your walls clench around him :(

but the thing is, you decide to keep him caged just a little bit more before his reward, teasing him with the tip of your buzzing vibrator pressed against his restrained cock only for him to cum in his cage bc he’s been extremely sensitive and aroused for days, so it doesn’t take him long before he shoots copious amounts of his pent up load out through the cage and into your hand…thus how you ruined his orgasm btw bc he didn’t get to finish inside of you….the night is young though…..

[hwajin]

#! – [ crazy ] Bang Chan

– gn!reader // nsfw – just rlly nasty and not proofread, enjoy <3

You had Chan all over you, his hands caressing every and any part of your body he could possibly hold on to, hands never breaking contact, breath never not fanning over your heated skin. It was desperate, him and you were, and yet you were fully dressed still despite impossible need growing between your legs. And you were touching, too, hands tangled in your boyfriend's locks, holding a tight grip, or travelling down his body, toned and sweaty already, fingers sneaking to feel underneath his shirt, sending his brain to orbit. His breath was hitched, scattered, and his back arched when your palm reached to caress his ever growing bulge. He was a goner, visible in his behaviour and movements, and you haven't even done much.

"Fuck me, please."

Your patience was running low, and your desperation for Chan, to have him entirely and fully increased by the second. Your own, sinful words flustered yourself, yet nowhere near enough for the embarrassment to take the lead, to win over the lust that has set into your body and made it's way right to your core. You needed him, the sooner the better, and no words would ever be too pathetic to say out loud.

And Chan as though lost control right the moment, when the sentence, breathy and hushed in your throat, said so seductively, rolled past your lips. His eyes widened in shock, not used to you being this straight forward, to not having you stutter out your hearts desires to him. He knew he got you shy, was aware of the effect he had on you - and hearing you so sure, so needy for him that you forgot all about your initial shyness, your normal flusterness - it was impossible for Chan to not fall deeper into the idea of you, to not lose his head and have his mind short circuit. He rolled you over, having you lay on your back and in no time he found himself atop of you, bodies so close it was suffocating, in a way so insanely pleasurable. Chan would have surely ripped your clothes if you weren't a tad faster, having your shorts and underwear off in less than a second, watching him with hunger as he, too, undressed before you, disregarding shirt and pants and piling them next to bed, adding them to your garments. And it was a sight to see, visible need and lust rushing through every of Chan's protruding veins, seeing his desires written all over his face and pool at his eyes - and all of it for you, only and entirely.

"Drives you crazy when I say that, huh?"

Your boldness didn't disappoint to make Chan halter in his act, another wave of shock running through him upon watching your smirk, watching you eyeing him up and down, as though knowing he'd combust any moment. His hands, now ever so wanting and much needier than prior, found their way to your hips, holding onto them so harshly one might think you'd slip away if he didn't hold you securely enough. His dick, in contact with your entrance now, yet keeping a teasing distance, not giving in right away, gliding up and down your slit to have you worked up this much more, despite both of you needing nothing else - it got you wild, got you arching your back into his chest already, elicited the sweetest sounds off you, ringing right in Chan's ears and hitting him right at his core.

"Fuck- you drive me crazy."

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Question or what do you think kinda thing .

So this relates to mommy kinks and breastfeeding kinks other then Joel do we think any of pedros other characters would also have those kinks??

Such a random thought for 8am on a Sunday morning 😂

There are not other acceptable sunday 8am thoughts but this one. Ok here are our contenders:

Dieter Bravo: I've not seen the Bubble but from what I can gather this man is a mommy kink titty sucking fiend. Possibly the #1 most Canon concept for a pedro character and breastfeeding. He would have no shame inviting you to set, sit on his lap between interviews or shoots in his actors chair, and lap up your milk as a way of relieving any stress and getting a quick snack. No shame. You are there for him and that's all that matters. It gets him into focus and ready for a scene. He also fucks you night and day, in the trailer, sound booth, behind stage, makeup room, and lunch break. Everyone can hear him shouting "Mommy!" Followed by desperate rutting behind doors and walls, and they've learned to keep going and act like its totally normal.

Frankie Morales: 50% of Frankie is written as strong, quiet but in control, dominating, fuck machine. Then theres the other 50% that gives mommy needy boy, and I can totally see that big broad military man needing to unfurl under some breastmilk and tender care. Who in the military DOESNT need mommy touch honestly like??? Frankie is no different. It'd be your secret thing with him. Getting him restless like a needy kitten before letting him indulge his desires. He becomes very pliant, soft and gentle when he gets his fill.

Din Djarin: once again, half the time hes painted as cold hearted, steel cocked fuck boy. The other half, needy subby baby. Realistically, he is intimidating, threatening, domineering on the outside, but we've all seen what a wet pathetic crying mess of a little cat he is once they helmet comes off. Boy is LOST sexually if the helmet has to come off. BUT, breastfeeding can go both dominant and submissive for him. He'll manhandle you onto his ship and shuck your clothes off right after a failed hunt hed been at for days. And the only thing that can get his frustration out is the sweet taste of your milk. Also din doesn't exactly have a mom growing up after she died and the best he had was the armorer who isnt exactly the most nurturing. So mommy issues? Check. Next.

Marcus Acacius: we haven't even met him yet but I just KNOW this man drinks breastmilk morning, afternoon, and night. Maybe not so much mommy kink, but we already know he's a conplete simp for Lucilla. Also, a man doesn't get that beefed, that large, that good at defending an empire just from meat. Hes sucking down breastmilk, and he's always famished in an aggressive way about it. He demands milk, and milk he shall have. And since its ancient Rome and we don't have refrigeration, he needs his milking ladies by his side at all times whenever he craves it. Plus carrying a goat around all the time is less cool.

90s Poloroid Joycam Commercial Pedro: that guy. That guy combusts every time he sees titties. Guys his age are addicted to sex, drugs, alcohol, but his burning addiction is breastmilk. He doesn't have a technique, doesn't know what to do once his tongue is on the nipple, awkwardly trying to insert himself and wrap his lankyness around you, but once he tastes that first drop of milk, he's gushing in his pants and moaning with heart eyes.

[straightupsickfics]

human with our guards down

going to use a prompt from this list and call it day 7 of sickmas: cuddles

“Do you want me to hold you closer? “No that’s not it, ugh—I just want to curl up inside you. Is that weird?” 

****

Crowley cannot get comfortable.

It’s also possible he’s never felt worse in his entire long existence, which is saying something. Aziraphale would call him melodramatic for saying as much but he would be wrong.  

“Nnnh, ‘Ziraphale,” Crowley groans. His whole body aches, he can’t breathe properly, and he cannot, no matter how he tries, get close enough to his angel, and it’s driving him absolutely mad. Aziraphale had suggested tea and resting in bed as an alternative to Crowley's approach to being sick, which mostly included following Aziraphale around the cottage and making increasingly pathetic noises.

It'd been a nice enough idea. Crowley loves Aziraphale, he loves sleeping, and he detests being sick. But now it's been hours and he's done little more than watch the little trashcan fill with tissues, lose his breath to long jags of coughing, and sneeze more times than he can count.

Their cozy, dimly lit bedroom is entirely the angel's doing, of course. Complete with a mattress that feels like a cloud, more blankets and pillows than any two beings could ever realistically need, and full to bursting with books and candles and tchotchkes, it's designed for exactly a cozy day like this one.

It's Crowley and his horrible cold that are proving to be the problem.

“Yes, my dear?” Aziraphale asks, setting his book aside and focusing his full attention on Crowley. Despite this being exactly what he'd wanted, Crowley's cheeks flush at the attention, and he drops his gaze to Aziraphale's shoulder. He'd long since given up on the sunglasses, what with how they were constantly getting in the way of him blowing his nose, or drooping down when he sneezed, and in general getting in the way of his cursed cold.

The downside, of course, is that his eyes are extra sensitive now that he's sick, watering constantly, giving away just how needy he's feeling even with Aziraphale tucked in right beside him.

"S'nothing," Crowley says, feeling suddenly very silly about the entire thing. Maybe he could miracle himself into a week-long slumber and wake up feeling better again.

Aziraphale places a hand on Crowley's cheek, gently turning it so their eyes meet again and Crowley feels vaguely warm all over, like he could be a victim of spontaneous demon combustion at any moment. When his angel threads his fingers into the soft hair at the nape of his neck, Crowley very nearly leaps out of bed at the tenderness of it all.

It's not something he'll ever get used to, it seems, how simply sweet and affectionate Aziraphale is towards him, now they have nothing to hide.

“Do you want me to hold you closer?” Aziraphale asks, reading his mind, and Crowley's stomach does a complicated series of flips.

“No, that’s not it, ngk—I just…want to...curl up inside you," Crowley admits, tucking his face right in against Aziraphale's shoulder and letting his eyes fall shut. What a thing to want. What a thing to say. Surely he's asking too much—

"Oh, my dear," Aziraphale says, smiling. Crowley can't see it, but he can tell it's there, he can always tell, and that settles him some. "I'm sure there's something we can do about that..."

He repositions them both, slotting their legs together and wrapping his arms around Crowley until he's cocooned against his chest and covered in blankets, as close as he can possibly get. Close enough so he can't tell where he stops and Aziraphale begins. Close enough that Crowley can hear the warm, steady thrum of Aziraphale's heartbeat. It's that, combined with the warmth of his angel all around him, that finally soothes him enough to sleep.

[kaminocasey]

Gregor on Abafar: A Bonsoir Interlude

Summary: On Abafar, Gregor dreams of Cassia, before he remembers who she is. He wakes up, flustered and frustrated and does something about it.

Warnings: 18+ MINORS DNI; Sex dreams, male masturbation, unprotected p in v (wrap it up, friends), Abafar!Gregor, Angst

WC: 1.8K

A/N: HA okay so thoughts of Abafar!Gregor came up and suddenly horny thoughts took over and I was thinking about Gregor thinking of Cassia and then a little angst came in and BLAM. This lil thing came about lol. Bless @idledreams for inspiring me with our Bonsoir talks.

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“Come home to me… please…” The woman with the red hair and kind brown eyes stares down at Gregor from above him, a soft smile on her beautiful lips. “Gregor… My love. My life…” 

She’s straddling him and he can feel himself nearing his edge way too soon. He wants nothing more than to bring her to hers, though. She’s so goddess-like, he could cry. Does she know the effect she has on him? Does he have the same on her? 

“Absolutely beautiful. Keep going, darling.” He purrs, gripping her hips tightly, keeping her anchored to him.

“Come home.” She moans, grinding her wet warmth over his hardened length. “Come home to me. I need you. Please.” 

She gasps as he slams up into her and he absolutely ascends. The sounds she makes are so out of this galaxy, he’ll never forget them. 

He thinks he’s about to combust from the heat radiating through the both of them, keeping them connected. Not only through sex, but something else.

Something he can’t remember… Why can’t he remember?

The sandstorm raging outside pulls Gregor from his dreams way too soon and he lays there in the dark for a while. Tears prick the corner of his eyes as he stares up at the stained ceiling, listening to the wind whistle and whip the roof and small windows of the apartment.

He’s somehow woken up harder than he thinks he’s ever been. Almost painfully so. This is the third night this week he’s dreamt of the woman with red hair. With dreams of holding her, making love to her, or telling her how much he loves her. She just feels like… home. A far away home.

And yet he doesn’t even know her name… 

Gregor rolls over onto his stomach and buries his face into his pillow, groaning at the contact of his cock against the mattress, his briefs rubbing him just right. Slipping a hand down between himself and the mattress, he rolls his hips against his palm, making another needy groan slip. 

He’s had several offers from the neighboring women offering themselves to him, but he can only think of the woman with the red hair… her sweet, inviting smile and warm brown eyes… Is he crazy to hope that one day he could find her? 

He thinks about her soft moans in his dreams and that only spurs him on. What would she actually feel like? Would her skin be as soft as it is in his dreams? 

He thinks about what she tastes like. Like the sweetest ambrosia the gods themselves wouldn’t dare try to take from him. He’d do anything to keep his mouth on her or buried between those gorgeous thighs. 

“Fuck…” He whispers, slipping his briefs down and then spitting into his hand before wrapping his hand around himself, earning another loud groan. 

“Come home to me… please…” Her pleas echo in his mind. The desperation in her voice. She knows him. She loves him. He can feel it in his soul. 

He thrusts long and hard into his hand, remembering the tight warmth that she gave him and only him. He was hers and hers alone. 

“Gregor…” The way she said his name… like a prayer… a promise. 

“Please…” He whispers to her somewhere in the galaxy. “Please…” 

He doesn’t care if he sounds pathetic. His gasps and moans are meant for her and her alone. He clings to the memory of his dreams as he grinds his hips into his hand, the rough calluses of his overworked hands actually feeling good for once. 

Gregor rolls over on his back, his cock still heavy in his hand as he rubs his free, cooler hand down his warm face, flushed with the thought of how her breasts hung so perfectly in his face. 

“Ah…” He groans, spitting into his hand again before speeding his hand up, flinging his other hand down to grip the sheet. 

Screwing his eyes shut, begging his brain to let the image of her smile come back to him, he thrusts his hips up and down against his firm grip, desperately slamming his fist against his thick length. 

“Shit…” His gasp turns into a long desperate moan. 

Gregor lets go of the sheet and in turn finds his hard nipples, trailing his fingers over them ever so slightly, giving himself the needed stimulation. He can’t help the pathetic whimper that leaves his lips as he thinks about her lush, perfect lips on his pecs, then finding his nipples and giving him the slightest tease with her teeth, which he thinks she knows would be enough to bring him close to his edge. 

What is her name? Who is she… 

He thinks of the beautiful name written in his book with the cute little heart… could it be-

“Oh fuck…” He’s pulled out of his thoughts as he realizes he twisted his nipple and gripped his cock a certain way, well enough that he finishes too soon, spurting warm cum all up his bare chest, making him groan into the stale air of his one bedroom apartment. 

His pants and deep breaths are the only sound in the room, making him realize just how quiet this simple life he lives is. What he’d give to have that beautiful red hair sprawled across his pillow right now with her warm chest against his own, her hand in his. 

But all that he feels now, is alone. 

Always alone.

Cassia wakes with a start, sitting straight up, tears streaming down her flushed cheeks. She’d been having the most incredible dream. Gregor… but a different version of the man she loves. Loved… 

He’s gone, of course, she knows that. She does… But… Thoughts of him still fill her mind. Intimate thoughts. Thoughts she’s afraid she’s going to have for the rest of her life. 

This Gregor in her dream had a beard and long hair, but she’d know him anywhere. Her heart would know him, because he’s home to her. This apartment feels too empty… too alone now… 

When she thinks she’s wiped her last tear, she lays back on her still too empty bed and pulls the blanket up. How is she supposed to just be okay again? How is she supposed to move past Gregor? This loss is so much more different than her parents and grandparents.

The blanket starts too feel just a little too stuffy so she kicks it off of her and lays there, staring up at the ceiling. Her thoughts start to drift back to the dream she was having of Gregor touching himself. 

Maker, she misses touching him. She misses him touching her. She misses the way that he would trail his smooth fingertips down her soft pale skin, making her lean into his touch eagerly. 

What she would give to have him here. 

Without another thought, she runs her own fingers lightly over her chest, her shirt catching against her nipples that are now protruding obviously through her shirt. She gives one a soft tweak, just how Gregor did in her dream, clenching at the feeling with a soft sigh. 

It’s been so long since she’s touched herself… Not since… 

She quickly rolls over to her bedside table, grabbing her silicone pink vibrator that Gregor once teased her about. It now seems like ages ago... She stares at it for a moment, remembering that night, before turning it on. 

It still feels strange to think that he’s not here helping her do this, she realizes right before she takes the buzzing toy to the outside of her underwear so that it rubs right against her clit. Cassia gasps at the feeling, taking the toy away momentarily, a slight pant escaping her lips. 

The moment of panic subsides and she brings it back to her clothed warmth, biting her lip at the eagerness settling low in her stomach already. It really has been too long. 

She slips her underwear down her legs, throwing them to the floor, and brings the vibrator back to her warmth. Unable to help it, she trails her hand back to her chest, squeezing her breast with eagerness, appreciating the fabric catching on her nipple again. 

Thoughts of her dreams flood her mind and instead of panicking this time, she goes with it. She thinks about how he begged for her, the word ‘please’ like a prayer to him, and she knows she would’ve given in had she been in the room with him. Eagerly dropped down on her knees for him, her mouth open and ready to take him. 

Cassia whimpers as she spreads her slick over her clit, the feeling almost too much. So she turns it off and tosses it aside, replacing it with her fingers. Her sharp gasp is a little too loud to her own ears, she realizes and tries to keep it down, not wanting to wake Mara, who’s been sleeping on her couch since they got the news. 

Her soft fingers slip down into her warmth and she instantly clenches around them, grinding the heel of her palm against her sensitive bud. She knows if he was here, his mouth would be latched to her pussy, begging for her to cum for him. The thought alone pulls her to the edge, threatening to throw her over. 

“Gregor…” She whimpers into her empty room. “Please…” 

Her voice breaks and she can feel the tears coming back, but she ignores them, chasing her release. She sits up, pulling an extra pillow she doesn’t use in between her legs and grinds her soaked warmth over it. Back and forth, remembering what it was like to straddle his perfect cock. Desperation is clear in her chase as she fervently humps the firm pillow, gripping the top of it as if it were his perfect hips. 

“Please come for me, cyar’ika.” She can hear him say it so clearly in her mind that she chokes back a cry as she slams a hand over her mouth. Sobbing as her release hits her full force like the Coruscanti bullet train, it nearly knocks the air out of her as she falls forward back into her own pillow, burying her face in it. Tears soak her pillow immediately, but she can’t bring herself to care. 

Chest heaving against the bed, she tries desperately to catch her breath but is met with grief and sadness all over again. Isn’t an orgasm supposed to release endorphins?

Cassia angrily pushes the toy back into the bedside table and pulls the blanket up over herself, trying desperately to will herself back to sleep. Because sleep is better than the realization that she’s alone and will probably decide to be for the rest of her life. Even the thought of another soul in this bed, that isn’t Gregor’s, makes her physically nauseous. 

So for now, to avoid heartache and throwing up, she sleeps. And when she wakes up, the loneliness creeps right back in… 

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[wri0thesley]

Snow white anon with a take:

Kaveh and diluc are both like cats but diluc is like the stray cat that’s used to fighting but eventually their walls break and they get all cuddly with you and needy for your affection. Kaveh is like the chaotic but clingy orange cat that HAS TO be in the bathroom while you shower because otherwise they think you’re dying, he accidentally knocks shot over, meows like a smoker, and purrs at any touch.

They’re both so pathetic in their own ways

Honestly i love kaveh so much if i sont get him I’ll combust

kaveh orange cat energy is SO FUNNY. him lamenting his bad luck in the event and suffering his glorious and forthright defeat is SO orange-cat coded, i love him so so much. i fear lots of people will be finding themselves with unwanted ganyus and baizhus trying to get him, but thankfully i love them both <3

[marvin-falsettos]

Ok I'll put it another way- did you and Mendel used to bang?? because that is crazy. This is such a weird convo, we were having silly happy father daughter bonding time!! wtf happened!!!

Also like- Mendels a lil pathetic wet dog dude he needs like crazy amounts of affection in his day to day life or he'll combust so i can only IMAGINE what he was like in the bedroom (you would know) (oh god wait ur lil love triangle is actually complete now GASPPP)

And you- actually na nevermind too sober to talk about my dads sex life ew

-🪐

Still would NOT put it that way.

He is very needy though. Also there's no CURRENT love triangle were all happy with our partners now. (Me and Whiz are happy for sure.)

And yeah, don't talk about that.

[nasuversekinkmeme]

Weekly roundup: prompts

Kara no Kyoukai

Shiki Ryougi using the Mystic Eyes of Death Perception for mundane purposes.

Tsukihime

incest tw, ntr, Shiki/Kohaku explicitly framed as them cucking Hisui and Akiha

Kohaku and Hisui taking drugs together to deal with the Difficulties.

Hisui makes a horrifying discovery about the true nature of the "robots" that are named after her and look suspiciously like her. But on the bright side, it looks like Hisui #47 has more sisters than she thought.

Worried about Shiki's health after he's been bedridden for a couple of days, Akiha is told by Kohaku that Shiki'd contracted a terminal case of sugondeese. Akiha doesn't get the joke and goes around trying to find anyone who can help in complete earnestness.

Fate/Stay Night

smut, EMIYA gets fingerblasted by Artoria while getting his fat slutty tits milked for weeks on end.

Emiya "Ah yes I choose to go by no name instead of my actual name because I hate my name I MEAN FOR TACTICAL REASONS TACTICAL ONES" Shirou has her egg forcibly cracked.

ntr, Saber/Issei framed as both of them cucking Shirou.

EMIYA getting brainwashed and forcefemmed, becomes clingy and dependent to the perpetrator (maybe a master with bigger physique, any gender is fine) AAAHHH i really want to fill this myself but just typing this makes me really embarassed

smut, Fourth Holy Grail War Servant Orgy expressly framed as cucking the Masters and the Holy Grail War itself.

smut, All the Cus show up and consensually gangbang Shirou to death.

smut, guro, Sakura cuts off Shirou's legs, slices his belly open, smashes his testicles before rebuilding them with magic and then proceeds to clone herself so that she could have an ero-guro gangbang with the one she loves more than anything else.

smut, Cock worship feat. Saber's micropenis. Doesn't matter who the worshipper(s) is.

smut, Mordred fucking Guinevere with her giant cock while Artoria watches it while she is tied to the wall, crying with her pathetic micro penis exposed while her wife screams in pleasure

Merlin gives Artoria a micro penis.

We need more of that EMIYA Archer/Saber Artoria goodness, no preference on if its fgo/fsn/fha or fluff or smut as long as Saber loves him for the man he is rather than the boy he was.

smut, Might I ask for Saber and Rin having what starts out as slow tender wedding night lovemaking, and what ends up being Saber breeding Rin hard and fast, because however much they love each other, Rin is impatient, and Saber is needy.

Fate/Zero

a prompt about Iri, Saber and Kiritsugu expressly framed as cucking but nobody can figure out WHOS GETTING CUCKED. (its none of them, theyre all just morons)

I would like some fluff with Iri and Saber as married with Illya and Shirou as their children. Kiritusugu still visits and he stays with the kids during weekends and half of summer vacations, any further details is up to the author

Prisma Illya Kaleid Liner

vamp illya biting miyu, sfw.

Fate/Apocrypha

Sieg is literally cardboard. No questions asked.

smut, Problem: Thanks to the legends about his prowess, Astolfo's dick is big enough that he can't actually get it fully hard without passing out under normal circumstances; he fucks like a champion when possible, but the energy needed is too much for most to provide. Solution: Well, Sieg was made to be a magical energy battery, after all...

Fate/Extra

Hakuno and Rin in any context where they're not doomed by the narrative.

smut, Via some magecraft fuckery Nero's body temporarily changes into that of her evil alternate universe counterpart (mobile 3rd ascension draco) and her wives Hakunon and Tamamo try very hard not to spontaneously combust from lust on the spot

smut, Tamamo no Mae takes advantage of her shapeshift skill, grows a dick, and knots her Master.

Fate/Grand Order

the last scene of Lord Melloi II Case Files where Waver talks with Iskandar in his dream, except its Gudako and Romani

Guda + his partner where they are doomed by the narrative, angst

Olga in her last moments after defeating ORT looks at Ritsuka, she remembered, she remembered everything, she finally realized who she was, before becoming a beast, but its too late, again she is about to disappear and lose everything she worked so hard for

Since all hope is lost for Sita this time around I would like someone to find Rama collapsed (either drunk or just out of depression) and lead him back to his room. Some reminiscing on his wife if possible

Smut, Draco seeing Hakunon after so long shows affection the only way the beast of depravity could, by making Hakunon unleash her load inside her until her maestro's ball are empty

Medb and Emiya are sent to scout a new small singularity together, Emiya keeps getting annoyed at Medb complaining and Medb thinks Emiya is just a boring old man. Through their scouting mission they end up talking about their times alive, getting in trouble and getting to know each other. The girl who desired to be saved by a hero turned into a tyrant, and the boy that wanted to save others and become a hero, now nothing more than a machine. I think they compliment each other so well

medea is on her way back from picking up more craft material for her figure making hobby when she runs into mandricardo, she looks at this teenaged 30 year old man quivering with anxiety and decides hes cute in a mildly pathetic way and decides to take the sopping wet kitten of a man home, maybe its just her having a slight thing for stupid pathetic men but maybe she can help him with that

[baobhan sith voice] mash kyrielight did you fuck my mother

Gudako/Gorgon with some awesome size difference going on (or even edging into macro/micro) Gudako having her large and (terrifyingly) beautiful snirlfriend worshipping her tiny little Master :3

a more vore based version of SERAPH? Meltryllis having to watch as Kiara swallows Guda right in front of her, before being stuffed down the Beast's throat shortly after...

Smut, Ishtar getting her dick sucked by Gudako (or any other girl) and not paying attention to the time. Right when she hits her climax, the sun dips below the horizon, leaving Ereshkigal the one in charge of the body mid-orgasm.

Gorgon voring Robin Hood... Maybe Robin trying to shoot his shot romantically, and Gorgon deciding he's better off as a snack than a date.

Cleopatra/Caesar, preferably some smut with how Caesar historically loved to bottom

After finally ending the lostbelt saga all of chaldea and the servants make a celebration party that goes out of control.

Ritsuka and Cupid Caren being shippers hiding in trashcans to watch dates and matching up servant couples during valentine

Mash and Romani father daughter time! Maybe have him showing her his favorite movies

Tepeu gets DRUGGED

FGO again but tumblr has a character limit for bullet points and I can't trim the prompts any further so I'm splitting it in half

Gudako finally gets sick of Mandricardo’s constant whining and admits she thinks he’s worthless compared to most servants, and that she’s sick of hearing a middle aged man wallow in self pity

smut, boudica turning Nero into her cockslut

Modern AU, Gudako convices Draco to go on a date with her, draco being a cool rock musician

smut, Milf battle. Raikou and Tiamat fighting over Ritsuka. Wrestling, fight fucking, mommy kink.

Vinci Rider is kept awake at night by Vinci Caster loudly fucking Gudao (thinking they’re just wrestling or jumping on the bed)

Slight change of the rules of Chaldea is made so that rather than Arturia Lancer being her own person summoned separately, she's just Saber's mind in a different class container due to experimental magics. She also runs from the labs to Ishtar's room and tells her to put Rin in the driver's seat because Damn Rin, look how much my alter-ego was compressing into her breastplate. Breastplay/envy from both Rin and Ishtar follow, Arturia enjoys being taller and so on.

Tepeu and Kijyo become dinosaur friends

smut, guro, I want Medea to fuck Yan Qing, kill him, cut off his dick and walk around with his dick in her coochie for a week before she brings him back to life and tries to escalate from there.

I want Ritsuka to see Goetia using Romani body and going ballistic, punching the fucker until someone stops her because they know she is kill gonna him given the chance

AU where Flauros somehow got amnesia right after taking over Lev Lainur, causing the demon pillar to believe he's the human he's possessing

smut, how tf could Xiang Yu get pegged by his wife ?

It is Mother's day in Chaldea, and Ritsuka has now to make a party for all of their mom, wich are Da Vinci, Sheba, Raikou, Emiya, Tiamat, Dodrinya, Katou Danzo, Iri, Europa, Helena and Goredolf

smut, ntr, Ntr plot with Yu Mei Ren but the entire time she just complains about how Xiang Yu has a better cock and is nicer in bed, with an annoyed tone of voice.

Ok so in Pokemon, Ninetails (kitsune pokemon with, well, nine tails) has a pokedex entry that states that touching their tails leads to a curse. Anyway we take that, apply to Tamamo, ritsuka doesnt know the legend, and starts brushing her tail one day and unfortunately its curse of being horny. Tl;dr: touch tail get smashed by fox wife. Ritsuka wakes up dehydrated and exhausted the next day.

The GUDAGUDA Gang at Walmart, causing so much chaos. From arguments, fights, to even trying to get snacks on the highest shelf and causing the damn thing to fall-

Despite her best efforts, Barghest feels her instincts to devour her Master beginning to overpower her. The last thing she sees before she loses control is her Master pinned to a wall, looking up at her with a worried expression. When she wakes up the next day, she immediately despairs over what she did, only for her Master to pop up next to her. He comforts her and reassures her that she didn't hurt him, and he won't allow her to hurt him.

Blackbeard, Musashi, and Hokusai face punishment for being creeps towards children

U-olga getting summoned in Olympus rewritten to not just be a joke scene about how short and incompetent Olga is

smut, One of the lancer Artorias going for a horseback ride with Gudako. Except also Gudako is riding her huge dragon dick the whole way.

Guda being lovey dovey with Beast Nero and tiamat cockblocking them at every opportunity

smut, mozart being dommed by salieri and marie antoinette uwu

Castoria's dreams about Saber framed as cucking Knocknarea.

Guda gets to go Postal. Let them have an insane day. Attack people. Probably not any Chaldean staff but I think the servants can take it. Have an incredibly violent psychotic break in a singularity/lostbelt even. Use a badger as a weapon.

Dark Young Ritsuka is big and fluffy and a horrible abomination against nature whose mind is on the edge of sanity. How does everyone else react?

Guda secretly uses a command spell Nemo forcing him to take them to the imaginary numbers space where he suspects a certain someone is. Now knowing it is possible for him to make a contract with a Beast he plans on finding Olga, becoming her master and bringing her back to Chaldea, even if it means becoming an enemy of the human Order. Sadly for them, Alaya does not take this betrayal well and despite all their effort, it ends with Guda and Olga both dying fighting an army countless of servants in each other's arms

Wakchan/U-Olgamarie. Fluff or smut, I just want my dinoman to make the director happy.

Would It be possible to get Yu Mei Ren teaching Gudako to pole dance? (Yu's summer variant very much seems to confirm she knows how, based on her animations). Not intended to be Gudako/Yu, not a fan of NTR in the first place, but if the writer wants to make it some kind of Erotic that's up to them.

Crossover

Led by a transmission in the immediate aftermath of the Earth's bleaching, the remnants of Chaldea reach Baldanders, and are greeted by Sion Eltnam Sokaris, the last remaining member of the Atlas Institute and adoptive daughter of its director... alongside her wife, Riesbyfe Stridberg, a former captain of Knights of the Holy Church.

Crossover fic! Raikou FGO and Raikou Nioh 2 fuck!

Satsuki Yumizuka/Yu Mei-ren as a ship! preferably SFW

I just think heaven's hole demonic bodhisattva kiara sessyoin(fate go/extra) should meet with 'Throughout Heaven and earth, I alone am the honored one' satoru gojo(jujutsu kaisen). they should talk. they should fight. they should have hate sex. i want to see kiara tear through this man with her words and hands. maybe her demonic pillars as well

Mikya, Shirou, Shiki and Hakuno have a nice chat about their apocalyptically strong wives. Meanwhile Ryougi, Sakura, Arcueid and Beast Nero are having a small scale war to see who among them has the best husband

Guda and Beast Nero go on a double date with Hakuno and Normal Nero

smut, With new developments of FGO, Nero Beast has revealed her adult form and that who guided her to us was Hakuno. So after all that suffering she endured or girl deserve to be smashed by both Hakuno and Guda to relieve her stress!

Tepeu just hanging out in Tohno mansion in general, being a good guest to the household, still a dinosaur.

lumine & gudako should get together and have a few beers while they bitch about their brother/ male counterpart keeps hogging the spotlight.

Someone please make a Umineko/Fate crossover

Any fandom

Need more tentacles! Preferably with Gudako! Or Eresh! Or Mash! Or Shuten! Or any of the female cast!

Regardless of the paths they take, of the sacrifices they make, they always find comfort in each other. [Hurt/Comfort] (Shirou variants/Saber variants) No harem, but could reuse characters if doing them at a separate instances of time. Technically asking for a series of different Shirou/Saber pairings, but can also just be one pairing because that's a tall order. Would prefer to see at least Salter/Demiya (Or Edgemiya, whichever naming you prefer) because there's a lack of content for them.

Heartwarming Body Horror. I want a character's inhuman condition to be described, how much they're a monster in the shell of human form, really playing up the unnatural traits. Then I want another character to see all that and go "I love you." and give 'em a hug and kisses and maybe lewds. Shoot me in the feels.

Characters of your choice getting stuck in a cabin together with a storm outside

Pancakes lmao

[askthehills]

The sneer, the praise, it all made Denzien melt for just a second in a way that he hadn't reckoned was possible. It ripped probably the last hint of shame away from him (for the time being, that'd change later), encouraging him to not try and keep his sounds buried in his throat and to let them out instead. And that he did.

His eyes widened, teared up and his grip tightened, nails digging into flesh as he was pounded into, pathetic sounds falling out of his mouth from deep inside of his core, he tried to speak, to warn if he kept at that pace he'd blow his load, but nothing coherent came out. It seemed to stop as soon as it started though, and his thighs twitched wildly as Lizard slowed down once again.

"fuuck you" he growled, not completely cock drunk yet, cocky despite the fact that Lizard was very much literally inside of him. He felt awfully sensitive now after being pounded into and he couldn't help but squirm and huff, wanting more. He was getting more and more frustrated by the second but he didn't want to show Lizard that, the growl in his tone was a tell tale sign however.

He tried to keep his cool, but his body really had other plans- namely his cock which throbbed and leaked due to the constant stimulation, the head was an angry wine red. His face also flushed, so did his chest, ears and shoulders; he'd also began to drool, it seeped out if the corners of his mouth and the holes in his cheeks. He lifted one of his hands up to his face to wipe his teary eyes, it then travelled down to his needy cock to give it some well needed stimulation.

- 🐥

Lizard is going to make him combust if he carries on))

He purred, tilting his head. "Fuck you?..I am!" He snickered breathlessly, his hips moving in a pattern it seemed. He kept it in circles, stimulating all of his walls.

Despite his own cockiness..it was clear Lizard was about to break. "..." He huffed, watching quietly. He couldn't take it much more. He wanted to fuck him hard..fast, rough. He needed It..God he needed it. He wanted to fuck him so bad..

After a few more thrusts..he shakily spoke "s-sorry..I can't wait anymore.." and with that, he squeezed his hips, lifting him and continuing that pace he did before hand. He pummeled him, drilled him. His cock burying itself deep into him in depths he didn't know he himself could reach. He was oh so needy, panting and huffing..drooling as he watched himself fuck his lover.

He loved it..he loved knowing he could make him oh so submissive.. his hips baring down roughly onto his with a lewd wet clap.. each one harder then the other.

Lizard panted..huffing..before pulling out abruptly, swiftly moving back and ..grabbing Denzien, flipping him into doggy position before eagerly slamming balls deep into him once more..this pose did make him go deeper though, pulling his head back gently by his hair before tugging him into a headlock..biting his shoulder rough and growling..continuing his battering pace..more sloppy now.

Lizard was fucking him like a damned animal..though it was clear he knew what he was doing.

(Good teehee)

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❝ 𝖜𝖔𝖗𝖑𝖉 𝖎𝖘 𝖔𝖓 𝖒𝖞 𝖘𝖍𝖔𝖚𝖑𝖉𝖊𝖗𝖘, 𝖐𝖊𝖊𝖕 𝖞𝖔𝖚𝖗 𝖇𝖔𝖉𝖞 𝖔𝖕𝖊𝖓, 𝖘𝖜𝖎𝖒 ❞

⚠︎ Characters: Bf!Geto Suguru × afab!reader

⚠︎ Synopsis: When one of your friends complains about your boyfriend being super touchy with you (rather enviously), you feel embarrassed at the way your other friends poke fun at you, and you project the embarassment at him in the form of apprehensiveness, asking him not to touch you. Suguru being the sweet boyfriend he is, is kinda hurt and annoyed at you. One rainy morning, you're finally done with his "ignorance" and you decide you have to take matters into your own hands (legs) if you have to make it upto him.

⚠︎ Warnings: MDNI, edging, mean dom!Geto, cunnilingus, nipple play, thigh riding, some shitty friends, clitoral stimulation, f!masturbation, anal play and penetration, overstimulation, squirting, begging, mutual non-con, degradation (use of the word slut), jealousy, dirty talk, teasing, vaginal stimulation, orgasm.

⚠︎ Tags: @killtoji @otivez @4dtk @getosun @scandescent @beware-of-the-rogue + all my fellow Geto wh0res :)

"S-Suguru!-"

YOU'RE a mess. A hot panting mess as a rivulet of sweat runs down your back. Legs overworked, face heated with the blood rush in your body. Struggling to hold your moans as your clit bumps against the thick muscles of his thigh and the friction of your damp panties.

You're going to burst any second. It's close, so close, so fucking close that it drives you crazy.

It wasn't even 7am yet. He'd been up early because of the raucous sounds of the rain and you'd sauntered between his legs after finding the space next to you cold, staring at him crossly.

When you press your lips to his for a long peck, he doesn't raise as much as a muscle. He sits like a handsome statue, closed-off and silent, only making eye contact with you.

Your only wish right now was orgasm, to coat his thighs and show him how much you wanted him. One more touch from him and you'd combust.

When Suguru Geto punished you, it was hell.

Hell in the best way.

It's raining, the tranquil but noisy sounds of rain hitting the ground, the roofs of houses nearby, plants and cars galore are drowned in your quest for release. And it didn't help how the cool air seemed to nip at your breasts. They tingled with each movement of your pelvis against his leg and one little touch to them, you'd spontaneously burst.

It has gotten too much.

The urge to touch yourself was arising, but you didn't want to make him any more angry than he already was. Squashing your thoughts didn't help in any way, not when his form slept so close to you, and everytime you wanted to apologize, to beg him to touch you, the look he gave from the corner of his eye was enough to deflate you.

"Ah-"

Your moan is cut off when his hand is wrapped around your torso and his other arm clasps your waist, pulling impossibly closer than before, the friction against your needy, swollen clit almost blinding and you cry out mindlessly when your nipple catches his bare chest, his muscled arm pressed against your cleavage.

God, you were so small and trembling against him that it was almost pathetic.

He wants to laugh at you, prod at how needy you were without being touched. He refrains from doing so, afraid that you might close off from him again, mindful of your needs which are so difficult to voice out for you until you continue to brush against his thigh with babbles of "Suguru, Suguru please- Please, please please it aches it aches so much, I want to come for you-"

His ears perk up at that.

You wanted to please him.

You wanted to please him.

"Aren't you precious?"

He goes absolutely feral with the way your noises get significantly more high-pitched and consistent when he begins to dribble his leg, the one you were perched on, and the tremors in your body grow, like the shattering motions of an earthquake ready to disintegrate anything in its path at any second.

Your hips stop working, focusing on the wet pat, pat, pat of your sticky wetness humping against his clothed thigh.

It was so lewd.

But it didn't matter when his hands reaches out for your hips, holding you as he begins to move you himself, fed up of your struggle to move.

A shriek tears past your lips at the added pressure of his leg dribbling simultaneously, and the heavy weight of his palms on your hips sure to leave finger-like bruises when you're done.

The thought of it drove you to the edge and it no longer bothered you at how loud you were being. You're throwing an arm around him to brace yourself for your orgasm as you slowly career towards the edge of it. The burn of it never fades as you feel yourself, embarrassingly wet and soaking your panties as your whimper his name. Tension so thick that you feel like you're in a bubble of your own world, euphoria coursing through your veins as the sound of rain disappears into the background. All you're able to hear are the pleas of his name out of your mouth, his heavy breathing and the creaks of the sofa as he continues this manhandling.

He's cruel with the pace he sets over you, determined to completely unravel you, to strip you of your rational thinking before he sinks his cock inside your tight little hole, your sweet cunt staining his favourite pair of sweats.

His lips press a kiss to your shoulder, as you rest your head in the crook of his neck, completely giving up all control to him. You wouldn't mind even if he chose to continue this mistreatment of your body, overstimulating you to the point that a brush of your clit drove you crazy.

You're whining when he stops moving his legs and instead, begins to drag your hips over his leg in a push-pull motion.

"I haven't touched you in a week and this is how needy you get? Maybe I should do this more often."

You were going to reply to that, but all that came out of your mouth were soft cries and babbles from rough treatment.

"You wanna cum, baby?" He asks tauntingly.

His eyes are on the way you're shaking, mouth slack, panting each time your swollen clit pressed against his heated thigh, your pussy wet and clenching, nipples hard and erect as a layer of sheen sweat collected on your skin.

"Words, baby, use your words."

"More- more, Sugu- please- just let me cum-"

God, he's going to tease you about this later but you couldn't care less for now.

"Please- just let me cum- just once-"

A whimper of protest reaches his ears and he chuckles rudely as your moments are stopped.

"Do you need some help? Does my needy little princess need some help?"

"Yes please!- Please touch me! Just once!-"

Your voice is far from your controlled to a much more frenzied tone.

"Words, baby, use your fucking words. I can't hear you over the noises you're making."

"Suguru- I can't take it-"

Soft, wanton moans tumble out of your lips like a prayer, and he's never been satisfied more in his life; seeing you like this, the precious girl he'd fallen for, being so worked up like this just because he hadn't touched her for a week.

He made her like this.

A sweet, blubbering, wet little mess.

His mess.

"I'm sorry- I shouldn't have said t-that. I'm sorry- Ahn!"

A hard pinch to your nipple has you shrieking, and you're this close to crying.

He's breathing into your face, invading your personal space, and it's too much, too much of him, but it's not enough.

The raspiness of his voice makes your insides quake; the demand dark and threatening, unbridled tension thickening in the petrichor.

"What?-"

You'd missed a few of his words, but he didn't take very kindly to it.

"You heard me, sweetheart. Get rid of those panties. Hurry up now."

You're swallowing a whimper as you get off him, daring yourself to look at the stickiness you'd left on his thigh. A gulp traverses down your throat meeting his hooded, half-lidded eyes. Sexual vulnerability with him was a thrill, each gaze and touch had you reeling, it was the time of your life, and a ride you never wanted to end.

The thudding of your heart closes over the sound of rain as you pull off the damp material of your panties down your legs and before you could let it fall to the floor, he says,

"You'll need that."

You can only wonder what he would make you do with them as the haze of orgasm clouds you, open to all his suggestions. Clutching your panties tightly in your palm, you try not to rub your thighs together.

Suguru, of course, notices that.

"Hands to the wall, ass out. I want your cunt on my face."

If only you could combust on spot, you would.

With the hottest burn on your cheeks, you do what you were told to, and walk over to the nearest wall, the front of your body against the coolness stimulating you further as you stick your ass out for him.

"Legs open, slut. You weren't shy when you were using my leg earlier, were you?"

You have to bite down on your bottom lip to stop a whimper, closing your eyes in shame as your part your legs open for his eyes and his eyes only.

With your eyes tightly closed in anticipation, with craving, you're not ready for the hit of warm breaths against your cunt, which has you moving your hips as an involuntary reaction.

His tongue licks a broad stripe across your throbbing pussy when you least expect it; your body jerks away at the touch of wet muscle with a gasp but rough hands hook around your thighs and hold your down.

When did he even get under you?

The shock of damp warmth on your core has you shook, trembling as he draws circles, never letting his tongue touch your pulsating clit.

"Panties in your mouth. I don't want a single sound from you until you tell me that you're going to come."

Geto's voice is thick with barely concealed hunger and you're able to feel it though you weren't able to meet his eyes, probably blown wide with lust.

Heat crawls up your butt as he hands you your soiled underwear and you know better than to cross his words as you embarassedly do as you were told.

You taste yourself on your tongue and feel his tongue on you again- this time the licks are purposeful yet mellow, making you jolt in pleasure and bite down on the fabric restricting your hums.

He's back to swirling his tongue around your clit and to your absolute shock, he presses his face into your pussy, covering it with his whole mouth making you jolt up and rock into his face. If that wasn't enough, the tip of his nose nudged your quivering hole and his lips wrap around your clit, sucking rhythmically.

Your body has a mind of its own as you desperately grind your hips against his face, eyeballs rolling into your skull, cries slightly muffled by your panties. Mentally you're begging him, begging him to understand, to take pity on you, to let you come and be merciful to you.

Suguru does the exact opposite of that.

He makes out with your thigh, frustrating you further, but knew what he was exactly doing to you.

Stalling.

That's what he was doing.

You were shaking pitifully as he slowly pushed his tongue into your dripping hole, moaning throatily at your juices on his tongue, nuzzling his face into your cunt, greedy and starving.

The wet panties in your mouth was an obstruction. You couldn't moan freely and it felt like utter torture. To be so close to something but so far just because you couldn't moan or make a noise.

But Suguru's tone hid an underlying threat when he told you to keep your mouth shut. You wouldn't get to cum for another week if you went against his words.

You decided that keeping your mouth shut as best as you could was a better option than being touch-starved.

Oh, you could cum any second now, if he continued the way he was maneuvering his hot mouth on you. Cunt clenching hard everytime he pulled and pushed his tongue in and out, in and out.

A disappointed whine is covered by the sticky, slobbered fabric between your lips, being denied of the slowly rising orgasm. He gives a leisurely lick to you spasming cunt and sucks on your outer lips, collecting the mild juices that were beginning to gathering around it and running down your thighs.

Stalling.

Again.

Calloused hands grip your waist and bring your pussy close to his face until your butt is hanging over his face and your chest and face is completely crushed to the wall. Your squeak of surprise goes unheard as he relishes the syrupyness between your legs, as if that was the last meal he was granted.

Your hands bite into the flatness, shaking with the effort to keep still as you continue to moan around the cloth. His lithe fingers aid your clit as he slides two fingers around it and tugs the swollen length, dismembering the effort you were putting in to stay at your place as his tongue- his sinful tongue reaches for your aching pussy, groaning his approval.

It feels like your innards were set on fire as he strokes your walls in the way you like, slow and dragging, making you clench in agony. The sounds you were producing were incorrigible thanks to the cloth and you're only more surprised with what he says next.

"Remove those dirty panties and moan. Tell me what you did, where you went wrong and beg like the slut you are. Maybe- I'll let you come." The vibrations of his words penetrate into you, making your whimper.

You're all too quick to throw those darn panties to the side.

A sultry moan floats past your lips when he goes back to inflicting his infernal torture over your desperate body.

"I- I shouted at you for being so touchy w-with me" interrupted by a particularly hard thrust, "Because of my f-friends- because they called you clingy and touchy and I f-felt- ah-" another thrust, "e-embarrassed."

You squeal at the delirious haze occupying you as you admit the truth, the one you didn't want to convey because you didn't want to hurt him. The irritance built in your system came out as anger because of the petty jealousy your 'friends' harboured for you.

"I shouldn't have treated you like that- I- I'm sorry. S-sorry. N'er gon' treat you like that again. M'sorry. M'sorry- sorry. Don' wanna hurt you again- M'sorry."

Despite the delirium of the orgasm unraveling in you, you were guilty with the way you'd slurred out the words to him because of all the drinks you'd downed due to some upsetting comments. Just because your shitty friends hated how wonderful your boyfriend was.

But no one should get to influence you and your thinking.

That's what Suguru decided to teach you.

He noticed the frustrated tears in your eyes when he didn't kiss you good night or hold you. As much as Suguru decided that he should teach you a thing or two about holding your ground and not being bullied into a certain way of thinking, he was genuinely hurt too.

Afterall, it's said that a person only tells the truth when they're drunk.

"Oh!-"

The pleasure coursing through your body was unbearable.

Slurps of absolute relish and your moans and cries has him grip your thighs, trailing his fingers over and over as he eats you out with continual licks, sucks and nibbles.

"Please Geto- please. I'm going to-"

A loud groan rumbles from your voice box when inserts his tongue back into you, the thick velvety muscle moving inside you, stretching you, quakeing as he tugs your very sensitive clit.

Cool air blows over your overheated body, making you aware of the slick drying on your thighs and the warmth of his mouth and his forehead.

You're leaking all over his hand and wrist but he doesn't seem to care as you launch yourself into a chain of "fuck" mixed with "oh god, yes" and try your best to grind against his face and maintain your balance in the tantalizing position.

The finger on your clit trails behind, collecting the wetness oozing from you, trailing it around your other puckering hole, teasing it lightly and trying to enter it.

"No- no please- I can't take it- "

Pleas of "no no no" and "I can't- it's too much" fall on deaf ears as he pulls back to mutter,

"Yes you can."

Your lips open in silent need, eyes closing as he enters with ease. You're incapable of speaking, or voicing out the various feelings budding inside you, like a ticking time bomb.

"Please let me come, Sugu! Wanna come so bad-"

"If you wanna cum, then," his breath tickles the and you're moaning again, "do it yourself.", and you're shivering, shifting as your juices trail down your legs uncomfortably.

"If you cum on your own, only then will you be fucked. Or else, forget fucking, I won't even lay a single hand on you for another month."

Begrudgingly, you're nodding your head no, hating yourself for being so needy for his touch, his roaming hands, his experienced mouth on you, craving the same intensity with which he'd spend his own sweet time re-learning every inch and crevice of you.

His swollen lips suck on your folds, earnestly licking broad, warm stripes along your pussy, and he pulls back, leaving his middle finger in your hole.

"Touch yourself."

With one hand on the wall, you trail your hand to your pussy, heavy with the onset of release and the rush of blood to your groin, leaving you light-headed as you brush a finger over your clit, swirling it and sliding two of your fingers in anguish, your pussy taking them in almost immediately.

Your walls squeeze hard as you make attempts to push your fingers until you can reach your g-spot, but it's not Suguru's.

You settle for the sensations your small ones are able to provide and pay no mind to the obscene squelches of your hand moving inside you.

Huffs of breath and muffled cries reach Suguru's kneeling form as he takes in how your greedy pussy welcomes the intrusion of your struggling fingers.

It's shameful how you were gushing because of those poor, aimless strokes of your fingers. They could never fill you out like Suguru's did.

The need to come was in the forefront of your mind; and you'd do what you had to. Your fingers reach for your aching bundle of nerves, massaging them as your heated walls begin to contract.

You were already too far gone to realise that your juices were rushing down your thighs, and when a thick, concentrated drop of it falls onto the wooden flooring, staining it a darker, ebony brown, he absolutely loses it.

Your soft, damp fingers were slapped away and replaced with his own, manipulating all your three erogenous zones. He thrusts in his tongue instantaneously, and the calefaction rising in your belly spurts with his fingers tugging your slicked clit and pushing into your anus, your legs almost give out at the joint assault to your senses if not for Suguru's hand pressing into your stomach and bracing you to gain your standing.

You press yourself onto the wall for some balance, oversensitive nipples brushing the chilly wall as you ride his face. You're practically sobbing and quivering, pleading him to give you what you wanted.

"Please Sugu- C-can't anymore- nngh!-"

Mercy was one of Suguru's worst qualities, because he never gave any. Be it bed or battlefield, he'd go on till the end to make a point. One of the very qualities which drew Satoru in.

Geto Suguru had many strong suits, but mercy was not one of them.

In his ears, your apology was enough as the slurred words were weighed down with regret.

He decides his poor baby needed the release, you being an exception, as much as his sadistic side enjoyed this.

Your pelvic floor contracts almost violently amidst the way he parts both your ass cheeks and impales his tongue into you, forcing you to lean towards the wall, eyes shutting tight and painfully, huge black and white spots dance in your vision, causing you to spray all over his face, screaming your throat raw as it bounces off the walls accompanied by the sound of rain.

Overtaxed legs drop to the floor like dominoes, head lulling forward to the wall if not for a moistened palm catching it as you gasp out loud, weeping in relief and release.

Sinewy arms scoop you into a broad chest, a peck on the forehead going unregistered to your fucked out brain. Crisp sheets crowd your heated curves, cooling a side of your body.

The shuffle of clothes and his presence laying down on the bed alerts you a little, but not completely until your thighs are parted, warm precum sliding onto your skin as he lines up himself to your entrance.

"Tch. Don't run away now, I just got started sweetheart. I may be clingy, but at least I fuck you well."

Unlike your friends, but he doesn't need to add that.

You already know it.

Suguru Geto has many strong suits, but mercy was not one of them.

Turns out that you weren't an exception.

That's because the next few seconds, one of your legs were folded and pulled away on top of his, and his cock was already balls deep inside your unprepared cunt.

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[rcksmith]

Rules — Kaz Brekker

Requests: “Your works is incredibly good, masterpiece. Can you please smut with Kaz Brekker and prompts 34, 37, 47? Using your rules, they are wonderful. I will really wait))”

“could u do #39 with kaz???ignore if ur not comfortable with this!!”

“Hello, just binge read your kaz brekker smuts and they are amazing! Was wondering if you could do something with smut prompts 34,84,&72?”

Smut prompts:

34. “You’d better watch your fucking mouth.”

37. “I’m so sick of your voice. Why don’t you come over here and put your mouth to better use?”

“39. “You keep acting like a little brat and I’ll take you over my knee right here, I don’t care how many people are watching.”

47. “You look so good on your knees like that.”

72. “Fuck you.” 1. “I’m up for it if you are.”

84. “Let me show you what happens to little brats who don’t follow the rules.”

Couple: Kaz Brekker/ Fem!Reader

Warnings: swearing, NSFW,explicit heavy smut, dirty talk, dom!Kaz.

Word count: 2k.

A/N: All smut requests for Kaz must follow these rules.

Thank you so much for the requests and for all affection 💖 I decided to compile these requests, since they were the same central plot. I added all the elements that were asked for individually, and made sure that all ideas were respected and written down. I hope you like it and good reading.

English is not my first language, so I so sorry if have a mistake.

Requests are closed. Love you❤️

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There were two types of people in the world. The dangerous ones, with whom shouldn't play or challenge, people who are able to see and set your soul on fire with a single look, who exude power and domination with the way they walk. And there were people who loved to play with danger, with fire. People who felt the adrenaline pump in their veins and loved the feeling of being messing with something forbidden. Overcoming limits, challenging people on power.

Kaz Brekker was the first type of person. And you were second.

He was intimidating, dark and dangerous. An aura of mystery adored him like an underworld selvedge, and his caustic and intense gaze could very well be bought from what Lucifer cast around the world after The Fall. It was amazing how he hadn't left a trail of rubble where that gaze passed. People feared him, obeyed him, responded to his orders with astonishing precision. Everyone, but not you.

The surest comparison to define you would be to buy Jesper. Both with social personality, adrenaline addiction and seduction in their eyes. But you were a little more than that. More impulsive, more reckless, and more provocative. While Jesper knew all too well when to step back and keep your mouth shut, you refused to bow to Dirty Hands. Not because it was proud, but because it was fun, thought-provoking. Addictive. Every cell in your body felt extremely alive when you are under Kaz Brekker's dominant, angry, and dangerous gaze. He giving you a clear warning that you were swimming in turbulent water, but you were just plunging deeper into his waves.

You wanted to push him to the edge, the exasperation, to see what was really underneath that cold face and serious. Kaz could very well be the boss of the famous gang you were part of, but his rank wasn't enough to stop you. Never would be.

"Frankly, I just don't care." You told Jesper and Nina in one night, downing a shot of vodka.

"What?!" She looked at you dumbfounded. "Kaz is your boss and you argued with him about his plan!"

Nina looked alarmed, but all you felt was adrenaline and pleasure.

“Because it was a nonsense plan and…”

“What nonsense plan?”

And there was Kaz. With his height and his black underworld clothes, with his Lucifer gaze and mouth made for sin. You wanted him to sin. But you wanted l him sin with you.

Jesper and Nina soon stuttered trying to make up an excuse, but you weren't given to lies.

“Yours, in this morning.” Jesper looked like he wanted to stick his head in the dirt after your comment.

Then, once again, that fervent gaze was upon you, and every pulse in your body frantically pumped blood through your veins.

“Don't think I didn't notice your inability to follow rules, Y/n.” It was a warning.

“Oh I don't have a problem following rules “You rested your chin in your palm, with your elbow on the table, and held his fervent gaze, “,but only when they make sense. So that's the only way I can be very obedient, Sir.”

You heard Nina gasp, but your eyes didn't leave Kaz's. There was much more to that look than met the world could see. There was war for control, battles and ferocity. Kaz Brekker wanted to break you in half in that eye contact, but you wouldn't budge because a look. If he wanted you on your knees, you would be very happy to do it, but it would have to be the right way.

Kaz leaned toward you, closer enough for no one else to hear what he was going to say but far enough away that his mouth wouldn't touch your ear.

"You keep acting like a little brat and I'll take you over my knee right here, I don't care how many people are watching."

After that, the sexual tension between the two of you was suffocating, so thick it could have been cut with a knife. But nobody did anything to placate it, and you two just let it get bigger. Bigger and bigger. Until it's too late.

And in one night, it was too late.

"I won't do this just because you want to!" You crossed your arms over your chest.

Kaz wanted you to kidnap one of a mobster's kids to act as security when making a deal, but you wasn't going to kidnap anyone.

“You work for me.”

“No, I work with you.” It was a lie, but you didn't budge. “Don't think I'm here for lack of choice, Brekker. You need me as a vital member of this team and don't forget we're on an equal footing.”

His blue eyes turned almost black. Kaz Brekker rose from his office desk.

“Do you really think you're going to tell me how to act? Think you're gonna boss me around? Well, I don't think so.” His speech was slow and hot and dangerous, like that of a hunter prowling his prey and contemplating how pathetic you attempts to fight were.

“I don't give a damn what you think.” Your whole body was throbbing with life in that moment, as if fireworks had exploded in your chest. “But I won't do what you're ordering.”

"Fuck you." His voice was a growl.

A spot between your legs vibrated, and you gripped the taunt tightly. "I'm up for it if you are."

That seemed to be the pinnacle. The air crackled, the world shuddered, and Kaz's eyes roared with the flames of hell. He walked towards your with three long, purposeful strides, grabbed your chin in his gloved hand and brought you close to his mouth like you were just a rag doll.

Your breath burned in lungs, your unrestrained heart grew stronger and your entire body shivered. A low moan caught in your throat, but you could feel the warm, pulsing liquid stain your panties.

"You’d better watch your fucking mouth." Kaz's voice was husky, strong and gruff, like a boss. Your boss.

Pleasure invaded your body like waves of electricity, stealing your breath and making your blood burn in veins like scalding lava. Your whole body vibrated, screamed, begged. You wanted to disobey and be dominated. You wanted to fight and be defeated. You wanted to play rebellious and be demoted to a good girl.

And your desires must have been very explicit and pleading in your eyes, because Kaz let his lips curve into a cocky, smug smile. The smile of someone who knows he has power.

"You are such a hypocrite." He brought his body close to your. "Saying you're not easily obedient, likes others to think you're provocative and rebellious, but you're just a needy kid wanting my attention."

You moaned this time. A broken and delivered sound that gave away your entire game.

"I'm not one of the men you can challenge and get along with."

"I didn't think you was." You tried to rescue the last spark of provocation, your last fire of insolence.

“And yet you test me. Because you know what I can do with you.”

His husky words hit your skin, and Kaz pulled your chin more closer, until your lips were able to swallow his words. “Because you know I can break you.”

The moan came loud this time, desperate and needy. Kaz hadn't even touched you properly and you already felt ready to combust.

“Y-yes.” But if you were desperate, Kaz was burning with dangerous fury.

“I'm so sick of your voice. Why don’t you come over here and put your mouth to better use?”

Then his hand slipped from your jaw and stuck to the silky hairs on the back of your neck, closing his fingers there and bringing you with him to the armchair Kaz had been sitting in seconds ago.

They weren't sweet, affectionate, or kind touches, but that wasn't what you were looking for. You wanted roughness, fury, raw and strength. You wanted something wild, wanted had marks on your body the other day to tell a story. You weren't a woman who settled for the basics and wanted someone able to show you what a real fuck was. You wanted to be broken. And Kaz Brekker could give you that.

He sat down in the leather armchair and pulled you to the floor, settling you on your knees on the floor between his long, masculine legs. The awareness of what was to come filled your mouth with water, with desire, with lust, and you found yourself already leaning your mouth closer and... Kaz pulled your hair back, not hard, but firmly, keeping you away from his dick. For a while.

“Are you so eager to get my dick yet?” His free hand, now ungloved, glided to your face, running his thumb across your cheek in a firm, possessive touch. “Of course you are. Greedy slut."

Then came a slap. It wasn't aggressive, but you could feel the heat on your cheek. Your panties have never been so wet as they are now.

“S-Sir f-fuck.”

It was a plea, a whimper or a moan, you didn't know anymore. All you could feel was your pussy throbbing, mouth salivating and the overwhelming desire to put his cock in your mouth. It all hit you so hard that you wanted to cry with the wait.

Kaz lowered his mouth to your, slamming their lips together in a rough, brutal, dictating kiss. He invaded with his tongue and conquered everything you had, rubbing the hot flesh of your tongue in an erotic, maddening dance.

"Let me show you what happens to little brats who don't follow the rules." It was his sentence after back away his lips from your.

Unbuttoning his black pants with one hand and pulling the waistband down along with the boxers, he released the throbbing cock that sprang out with glory and grandeur. Thick, streaked with veins and with a pink head swollen and leaking with pre-cum. Everything about Kaz Brekker was delicious. Your moan at the sight was an opportunity that wasn't passed up. Kaz pulled your head by the back of your neck toward his dick, sinking into the velvety, warm, wet cavity of your mouth.

You accepted it readily, almost in desperation, tasting its taste with his tongue and sucking on his head like your favorite lollipop. Kaz moaned loudly, letting his head fall back and loosening his grip on your hair. Your eyes lifted to him, and the sight made you clench your thighs to ease the arousal.

His broad chest covered by the black button-down shirt rose and fell faster, his smooth white neck was exposed, and his firm jaw was clenched with fury. Brekker looked like the god of the underworld. And you loved it.

Your mouth suck to his cock better, increasing the back and forth movements and leaving a trail of hot sage. One hand rested on Kaz's thigh while the other aided the movements, spreading all the saliva down the length of his cock.

“You look so good on your knees like that.” His voice was more of a growl, and his grip on your hair went back to being firm.

You brought your eyes up to his once more, batting your lashes gracefully as you let out a few broken moans, sliding your tongue across every inch of his warm skin you could reach. Kaz gritted his teeth with your puppy dog ​​eyes. Losing all control and letting out a loud growl mixed with an aggressive curse, he thrust your head at him, sinking his entire dick into your hot mouth and hitting the glans at the beginning of your throat.

You gasped and he moaned loudly, increasing the back and forth and building with the movements of his own hips, fucking your mouth like it was the most delicious thing in the world.

"Fucking hell, what a velvet mouth!" He locked his teeth into his lower lip, using his free hand to slide his thumb across your cheek and give you a reward in the form of a small caress. "That's right, good girl."

You moaned, squinting your eyes and relaxing your throat. His compliment has done wonders for your feminine ego and your vanity, you've sunk your mouth down to touch the tip of your nose to his pelvis, and the grip on your hair has become rough as Kaz moaned loudly in a session of swearing and gasping.

He held you in that position, his whole body shaking with pleasure and despair, blood pumping like boiling lava through his saturated veins. With one last moan mixed with growl, he cum in your throat. In hot, strong jets, making sure you take every last drop. He tasted like salt, man and lust. And it was a miracle you didn't cum right away. The best liquid you've ever had.

Kaz released your hair with a hot gasp, and the hand on your cheek gently pulled you back. His dick came out of your mouth with a 'pop', saliva and tears mingled in your chin, your lips swollen and as red as roses at their apex.

You've never been so fucking delicious as you are now.

Brekker pulled you into his lap, settling you on his thigh and locking their mouths in a kiss permeated with lust and desire. You whimpered, body sensitive, pussy throbbing and throbbing. Your hands went to his hair as Brekker pulled the hem of your skirt up.

"Now, you're going to keep showing me how much you regret being insolent."

You smiled with teasing and malice. The night was just beginning.

[goobiegoobert]

Nsfw Hc's for moon,sun,freddy n monty(im gay) with a dom top reader?<3 (if ur uncomfortable writing this please don't💞..or if you can't imagine this characters as bottoms)

They don't love you like I do.

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A/n: Now this is the shit, gay shit my beloved <33 also I feel you on this one man! I'm more than okay with dom readers since I, myself, am a funny little switch who enjoys writing for both :] 18+ post, minors DNI. You will be blocked! Warnings: Dom/Sub dynamics, praise kink, fear play, and usage of pet names [Male reader, unspecified genitalia]

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Glamrock Freddy

➤ Actually quite enjoys the fact you can boss him around, sure it can be quite annoying in most cases ➤ but oddly with your small frame ordering him around, it doesn't quite bother him much ➤ Though he can tend to get slightly sarcastic with you but is put in place rather quickly by your silent treatment ➤ Freddy would let you dominate him at any point, normally he can ask if he could top for once but does whatever makes you happier since he could never say no to his superstar ➤ Since Freddy doesn't have a back entrance he'll allow you to make do with his dick ➤ Like absolutely pleasure yourself and talk down to big bear man he will enjoy it ➤ Like I am saying Freddy wants you two to fuck in rhythm to music ➤ Is fine with any names you call him but don't worry ➤ might say a grunted out "watch your language" at some point </3 ➤ Secretly finds it super attractive to have you on top of him? ➤ Like defo size kink both ways ➤ Something so small looking so sweet above him

Monty Gator

➤ Sadly between you and Monty, he's usually more dom than you ➤ Though if you're lucky on a day he's not feeling so hot he'll let you take the lead for once ➤ these times are so rare and few that you best be taking these opportunities ➤ Will still want you on his thick cock, despite allowing something kind just this once doesn't mean he'll fully submit to you ➤ tbh is heavily a brat when he bottoms ➤ tests you multiple times during sex wanting to flip positions to see if you can keep up ➤ Obviously, you two share snide back and forth teases ➤ Absolutely comments on how pathetic you're doing at topping him [you aren't, man is whipped] ➤ Weird feeling that Monty love to see you on top tracing patterns into his casing taunting him to truly keep testing you threatening to get up and leave him like this ➤ you never do ➤ Whenever you top him the guy seems to mellow out a bit and simply enjoys having you this close to him with enough trust on your guys' behalf

Sundrop

➤ Is the absolute bottom here, literally most occasions will bottom unless you want him to be a top ➤ Whenever Sunny himself feels like topping he is a man on a mission ➤ Super needy, wants you two to be touching constantly thinking you'll leave or disappear if you're not pressed against him ➤ the greatest orgasm known to man [Sunny] is seeing you on top of him staring down with a mischievous look ➤ Literally just combusts on the spot ➤ Sadly since he has nothing much to offer on the spectrum of getting you off more likely than not his hands will constantly be busy with getting your approval ➤ " Like this huh, huh? Please tell me I'm doing good! " ➤ Truly feels overwhelmed with how much attention you pay to him ➤ Making him overheat and get all fuzzy from a few faint teasing touches ➤ Trusts you to the moon and back ➤ Wants all your love, it's his first experience with these feelings, and wants you to show him all of it ➤ Really wants to understand human emotions through your passion ➤ Huge overstim baby, he will start to glitch uncontrollably and heat up to the point a touch nearly burns but constantly just wants more of you

Moondrop

➤ No :( ➤ Sadly out of everyone here Moondrop is firm on him not bottoming ➤ Has bottomed once and that it, doesn't like when he doesn't have control over a situation since it causes Moon to start growing tense and far more brash than usual ➤ Doesn't mind experimenting just give him time really ➤ Eventually, maybe he'll bottom in comfort

[yoondles]

Unholy - P.JM

Devil! P.JM x Reader

Summary: The Devil doesn’t ask for repentance, he punishes those who fail to repent.

Themes: A few religious hints here and there but it’s just porn without plot

Word Count: 5k, edited if you close your eyes

Inspo: nothing but ᵗʰᵉ ʰᵒˡʸ ᵇᶦᵇˡᵉ jk

Warnings: Degradation (he calls you a whore), huge dick like hUge, fingering, oral (m receiving), bondage, unprotected seggs, rough seggs?, teasing/edging, creampie, mature language, mentions of murder, drug dealing, and Jimin is a 🤏 cunty.

A yawn. It was what had woken you up, it was ironic however, the person who yawned must’ve pulled something from his muscles that he had to yell loudly. His bones cracked as your eyes opened, lashes fluttering as you sneaked a glance towards his direction. He cocked one of his eyebrows up, giving you a look that he was indeed better than you. You tried your best to move around, only to find out that you were held locked against the mattress.

The chains repeatedly moved against the wooden frame of the large bed. Your legs were locked up, but most importantly, you were naked. Cheeks tinted a pink hue as your observed the entirety of the room, your heart was pounding against your chest as you tried to cover yourself. Your eyes avoided his, gazing at the dark hues of red that scattered around the room.

The cold air did nothing but remind you of your current form, knees quivering as your nipples went hard from the cool breeze. Breath halting as you felt the man beside you breath against your neck. “Where am I?” You dared to ask, after all, your mouth had not been forced shut, might as well put it to use.

“Ah, the pure innocence humans have when they’ve finally reached my domain.” He muttered, his shoes clacking against the tile of the room. Pushing his tongue in his cheek as he fixed his coat, gently placing it behind the chair as he dragged it lazily in front of you. “You’re in hell, darling!” He exclaimed, eyes turning bright as he met your terrified eyes, pearly white teeth glowing brightly in enthusiasm. “No, seriously, where the fuck am I?”

“Well, aren’t you a crude little brat?”

“This is fantastic, you little grievances just keep on getting cocky,” He was annoyed, licking his lips as he gazed at the corner of the room, as if he were trying to calm himself down. He pushed his hair back, cracking his neck before gently placing both of his hands in his hips. A derisive gaze lingered on your body as he eyed your entirety.

The silver from his ears glowed brightly under the light that illuminated the room, his prominent cheek bones were highlighted, his plump lips were slightly open as he finally moved to meet your eyes. “Having the time of your life, aren’t you?” You wondered how long you’ve been staring at him, nitpicking, trying hard to find a flaw in his image. His mood was quick to change as he leaned forward, hands reaching your neck before enclosing it in a inhumane grasp, limiting the oxygen that flowed within you. “Always so fragile.” He muttered under his breath, watching the way your veins would appear.

You choked out a breath. You coughed out as his hands began travelling south, touching the area around your hard nipples but being careful to the point that he doesn’t allow himself to touch them. “Get your hands off of me, freak!” You yelled, the sound of metal rattling blasting the entire room.

He seemed unfazed. “You’re a feisty little bitch for someone who’s supposed to be punished, very ill-mannered if I may add. I’ll talk to God about this design flaw,” he was shaking his head as he grabbed a small notebook from his coat pocket, alongside a pen, writing down his observations as he muttered against his lips. “What?” You yelled once again, chains rattling loudly as you did your best to run away from this lunatic. “God, as in G, O, D. Father of almighty, creator of heaven and earth, do you want me to continue reciting the Apostles’ Creed?”

“Stop playing around, just — let’s get this over with, I want to go home.” He was confused, completely taken aback by your sudden submission, closing your eyes as if you were waiting for something to happen. Thunder rumbled from the outside, as the ground slightly shook. “Completely lost will to live, shows lack of loyalty...” the sound his pen made against the grain of the paper brought you back to reality, you couldn’t help but laugh at how much he took this seriously. Sure, it was one thing to live in your fantasy, but to write things as if this were reality? What type of weed did he smoke to get this high?

You let out a yelp as his fingers hit your exposed cunt, wincing as he shifted the pen back to its’ original position, closing the notebook with his pen inside. “May I remind you, you’re in hell, darling. You don’t get to boss me around, most importantly, you don’t get to push me into listening to your orders.”

The tone of his voice never faltered, “you’ve been quite a naughty little bitch out there, criminal records going quite far. You’re going to love it here, maybe you’d roam around as a middle class woman, especially with that reputation.” You shut your mouth, pulling once more as you tried your best to break free. No one knew about your criminal records, no one knew that you did illegal work. So who the hell was he, coming out here and telling you about this? You suppose he was a man of power, or maybe the police had finally caught you, you had no idea. “Normally I’d approve of it, you know, living your own life. However, you brought this hellhole, quite literally, so many souls. Imagine having to get in a queue to enter hell. All the drug dealing, corruption of innocent souls, let’s not forget about the old woman you forced your subordinates to run over.”

“H-how?”

“I rule hell! For someone who’s been living a life as lavish as yours, you’re quite dumb.”

His fingers were tracing small circles in your stomach, pinching it every once in a while as you moved your hips trying to avoid his warm hands. “So, you’re Satan?” He pulled his hand away, rolling his eyes. “Of course, that’s what you would say...” he pushed his slick hair back situating himself in the chair near your bed. “Whichever you prefer, however, the lilt the name Jimin has is something I’m quite fond of.”

It was distracting trying to listen to him as his fingers slapped your cunt once more, forcing you to hold your breath. You tried your best to limit your reactions, trying to not feed into his ego as you were already held captive and bound. Whether he was lying or not, you had to at least play safely around him. His hands travelled towards your thighs, quietly observing the way you would react. The way you would shiver every moment he inched up closer to your weeping vulva. “You’re such fragile creatures, y/n.” Closing your eyes as you felt him inch closer, his breath fanned over your clavicle. “Fragile enough to be tempted by the devil himself, aren’t we?” You whispered in his ear, breath shaking as his skin came in contact with yours. He let out a laugh, hands flying towards your needy breasts as he drew lines with his finger. “That’s a common misconception, darling.”

His eyes failed to meet yours as he continued to harvest reactions and small almost undetectable movements from your body. He was left in awe with the way you responded, shivers ran up and down your spine, breath hitching, the small goosebumps that formed, you were intriguing. “The devil doesn’t tempt you. You imbeciles try so hard to find someone to accuse of your haughty little actions. May I remind you, you’re in control.”

“Well, not right now.” His dark eyes held fire within them as he found yours, gaze burning holes in your body as you finally stopped resisting. There was something about the way he talked, the way he felt so close to you, the way he focused on you and you alone. You felt something from deep within you combust.

“You do everything just to avoid responsibility for your own actions, tell me, y/n. How does it feel to become powerless now that you’re here?” You closed your eyes tight, toes curling as one of his fingers found your clit. His voice dropping octaves as he rolled the pads of his fingers against the wet bundle of nerves. Your eyes rolled back as your limbs rattled the chains in protest.

“Is there a flush of regret? Maybe a hint of happiness because you’re a masochist? Tell me,” you shook your head, still refusing to fall into his hands as he moved faster. Failure to elicit sound lead to a sudden halt in his movements, a whine would emanate from your lips, before he started to move his fingers once more. A sexual punishment where you never reach the peak, a mixture of annoyance, pleasure and humiliation bubbled inside you.

“Your mouth shuts itself off, doesn’t it?” Fingers moving lower, and lower, and lower, finally penetrating your hole as your lips parted. Slick coating it before accepting it with the warmth of your unexplored cavern, he let out a sigh out of satisfaction. You were clueless, you had no idea when you had become this wet, but you were thankful for the penetration. Sighing, you pushed yourself towards his finger as you tried to reach for more, to push him even further inside you. “Oh my,” he was amused, laughing at the humiliating actions you made just to feel more of him.

“Humans tend to break so easily. This time around, I’d be honoured to tell you that maybe I did tempt you. But all I did was fuel the sexual drive you had, nothing more.” You tried to shut him off, your hips grinding harder against the single finger deep within you. Moaning ever so silently, desperate to climax on your own. He remained motionless, doing nothing to help you. You were eager to feel the knot inside your stomach unravel before him. “I wish you’d see how pathetic you look, y/n.” Still you didn’t stop, tears rimmed your eyes as you tried to chase something far away from you. You felt yourself moving closer to the edge, the lack of stimulation from both your clit and your insides had been nothing but excruciating.

Despite the many whines you let loose, he still wouldn’t budge. He left you fending for yourself as the rough spot from within you begged for any form of contact. His fingers were deep enough, but due to the restraints you weren’t able to angle yourself to the perfect position. Hence, his fingers danced around the spot, never touching it. Absentmindedly pushed yourself, you never reached what you had been searching for. The corners of your eyes were starting to fill up with tears due to the pent up frustration that’s been keeping you grounded. Jimin watched in amusement, one of his eyebrows perked upwards as he let his smile loose.

“I c-can’t.” Your elbows were shaking, using them as leverage in order to get into the angle you needed in order to push yourself. In the end, you were nothing but a puddle of your own arousal and sweat. “Please, just— move,” your words were nothing but a whisper, but he heard your pleas. After all, the Devil was always listening.

“Let’s get things straight, y/n. I’m not here to ask you for repentance, you’re beyond that point. You’re here for punishment, not for pleasure.” The tears finally managed to escape your eyes, crying as you did your best to get off. However, with your lack of mobility plus his unforgiving form of punishment, you grew more impatient and far more frustrated. “Please, please, please...” you begged, pleas growing far more silent as seconds passed by. He huffed, pulling has hand away as you uncontrollably shook your head in protest. He grabbed a handkerchief, wiping his finger diligently. “Begging won’t do anything, darling. The devil never settles for bare minimum.”

Maybe it was the touch he cared to give you earlier, maybe it was how the wind carressed your bare figure, you didn’t know which one it was that put you in this situation. You normally had a lot of self control, why were you fallinng apart? The warmth from within you slowly crawling out of your skin in forms of tiny little droplets of precipitation, your breathing came in small gasps, neck craning as you followed the man claiming to be the devil himself. “You want this to be over, just so you could go home... Normally, that would mean I’d finish my business with you, blah, blah, blah... But I’ll need something a little more straightforward. Something I could take as a green flag.” his pearly white teeth appeared right in front of you, smiling in a mocking way. “I’ve got all eternity y/n.” he crossed his legs as he sat down the chair. Opening a bottle of wine, and pouring himself a generous glass.

Thunder rumbled from the outside, and once again the floor shook. Jimin was amused with the way you moved in the bed. Your eyes calculating possible escape routes, as they glossed over the entire room. The sound of the chains echoed in the empty room, repeatedly yanking on them in a small attempt to at least get them off of you. Letting out a huff the moment you realised that this was getting you nowhere. Your little hole was twitching from the cold air that surrounded the entire area, reaching your nipples making them hard once again. Hearing him drink the glass of wine he poured himself had driven you over the edge, somehow, it managed to reflect something so carnal.

You whined in frustration, it was obvious enough that at least one of your worries needed to be eased. “I’ll need words, I’d never hear the end of it if you don’t consent.” Raising your brows up in curiosity, the devil took a step, rising above you with the wine glass directly on top of you. “God might get pissed at me, circumstances like that... Honestly, if his disciples made me look so bad in their little book, I might as well play the part.” He shrugged, talking to himself as he inhaled the scent of the alcoholic beverage. His mere presence tempting you as your vulva weeped for more, shivering against the cold gust of air, in the midst of talking to you, he accidentally tipped over the glass, spilling a little bit on your stomach.

The liquid was enough to send a jolt running through your body. “Goodness me,” he muttered as he grabbed a piece of cloth from his coat pocket. Wiping it down, moving towards the direction of your cunt, wiping a little bit of the wetness off. You whimpered unintentionally, “you were messing the sheets.” he scrunched his nose towards your direction. You tried your best to close your legs, chains producing more noise, before you finally gave in. “Please, use me. I need you.” It happened quickly, Jimin’s ears were trained and hadn’t missed a best. He raised his brows, glass long forgotten, setting it aside. “A little louder please,” a tone danced with his voice, as if the excitement finally had erupted from within him. “Use me as you will, please.” It wasdegrading, but it was worth it when you felt him squeezing in two of his delicate fingers. Pushing past your walls, finally gaining the courage to breach further and dwell deeper inside of you.

You arched your back, the desperation had finally reached you. “Fuck me,” you silently whispered, his palm hitting your tiny bundle of nerves, as he continued to pound his fingers against you. “Look at your little cunt,” he was astonished, the way your tight walls enveloped his fingers, it would restrict him from spreading his fingers apart. “You must have a sinful mind, I’ve barely done anything to you, and yet, here you are.” His eyes widened as he smiled, a small ember flame growing larger, reflecting his heightened need for sexual attention. He was getting far more excited as he felt your walls grow wetter, and even tighter. He could feel your orgasm coming, the way your short gasps would erupt from your mouth, how your stomach moved in an attempt to ease the knot you feel inside of you, the way your legs shaked, with the noise of your restraints moving against the bed posts. “Faster,” and yet, you howled for more. He tore his gaze away from your dripping vulva, observing the way your face would contort.

The way your mouth was left agape, how small lines appeared from beside your eyes as you shut them tightly, how your neck tilted, exposing flesh he’s desperate to mark. And so, you came undone. The pleasure rippled from your core, reverberating throughout the expanse of your body. Your legs quivered in a desperate attempt to close your legs.

He let you ride your high, finally, pulling his fingers away. “Open wide, y/n. I’m teaching you how you must clean up after yourself.” He laughed at his own comment, happily obliging you opened up for his fingers. Sucking off remnants of your arousal, not minding the salty taste of your release, indulging. “For a human in hell, you’re quite decent. You know how to follow orders,” he pulled his fingers away with a pop, being the diligent man he was, he cleaned his fingers with the same handkerchief he used earlier. Discarding the fabric, letting it flop in the table.

“Such a pretty little figure. A shame humans had gotten their hands on you,” he bit his plump lips, walking slowly from one side to another as he watched your naked figure. Presented in a way so delicately, so small, and yet your eyes burned with a far cry from innocence. He could break you, have you begging for his dick all night long, but he too had limits. Just with how tight his pants felt, he knew at least by the next few hours he needed to be inside of you. Your lustful gaze never left his figure, the scent that erupted from your sex had been too intoxicating that even the finest wine couldn’t compete. You were far too precious to be laying down here, all prepped up just for him and no one else.

The area below you slowly sunk down, informing you that someone had occupied the empty space. The heat that emanated from his body was noticeable, but it was nothing unusual. The pads of his fingers danced around your face, holding your jaw tightly as he forced you to look up to him. You held your breath as you waited for his next move. His hand trailed downwards, finally giving your soft mounds the attention that they deserved. Perky nipples greeting him once more, flicking his finger against one of them just so he could hear your moans once again. Giving the other a harsh slap, quickly turning in a shade of red due to the sensitivity of your skin. “How should I have my way with you, y/n?” Although he addressed you, you were certain he’d been talking to himself as he experimented with your body.

Hands moving south as he drew circles on your stomach, your cunt managed to produce more wetness, making it look like an appetite underneath the single lightbulb from the room. Leaning down as he gave the area just above your pussy a small quick peck, before inhaling your scent. Closing his eyes as he tried his best to imprint the unique smell only you could make. “You’re a fucking sin, y/n. You’re the embodiment of everything unholy,” he found the area between your legs the most enticing to him. For the first time tonight, he let himself have you. He let himself fall under your temptations.

You felt butterflies, the juices you released finally had purpose. No longer discarding the liquid you brewed for him. Maybe it was the validation that he, too, wanted you, the humiliation that even the devil didn’t want to have a piece of you was beginning to eat you away. One quick flick of his tongue was enough to erase any harsh feelings. His lips wrapped around your clit as your mouth did their best to put emphasis on the two syllables that represented his name.

Just as quick as it had happened, he was pulling away. Slowly prying the buttons open to his shirt, coat long discarded in the ground as he gave you an exclusive show. The way his biceps would flex in front of you. His chest moving along with his harsh breathing. Never missing the way his shoulders would move, and how the veins would protrude as he discarded his clothing. Soon followed his belt, the latch hooking against the chain, making it pull on your leg slightly, reminding you how bare you were in front of him. Gently pulling the zipper down as his huge dick finally showed itself. Sporting a few tattoos here and there, as he threw the last of his garments somewhere across the room. You bit your lips, as you unconsciously moaned just when you take in everything presented to you. Your breathing grew far more harsh.

You took in his entire figure. His dick long enough to go past his belly button, thick enough to make his hands look very small. His tip was glistening with precum, tiny droplets that glowed, licking your lips as all you could do was fantasise about drinking him all up. You didn’t really expect that he’d be merciless with you, but when you felt his presence right above you, and his tip just below your lips. You opened your mouth greedily, moving your head forward, eager to finally have him down your throat. “Well aren’t you a good little bitch,” he muttered under his breath as he held your hair with a makeshift ponytail. Pulling onto it as he moved forward. “Open wider, darling. You and I both know I’m not gonna fit,” chuckling as he continued to instruct you.

He held your head in place as you opened your mouth as wide as you can, slowly he entered you. Your teeth barely missed his length, experimenting as you moved your tongue below his shaft, loving the way you could easily make him moan. He was sensitive. “Good grief,”

He pulled back out, your greedy lips encasing him in, just as his tip was about to leave your mouth. Your mouth was left agape as your eyes followed the direction of his tip, finally close enough just so you could kiss it, licking a stripe as you tasted his precum. Sighing out of satisfaction as you bobbed your head even further down. He was barely halfway in when you felt him hit the back of your throat. “You’re greedy aren’t you?” He pushed himself even further down, making your body jolt due to the sudden movement. “Avid little mouth sucking me just back in, you’ve barely prepared yourself and yet here you are, sucking my cock like a fucking whore, letting me hit your throat.” You tried to nod, however the obvious intrusion didn’t allow you.

Your tears welled up, as you tried your best to make him proud of you. “Shit,” he cursed under his breath as he felt your tight throat constricting around him. Quickly he was pulling away, your lips had remnants of his precum, mixed with your own saliva as you held your mouth open for him to inspect. Your eyes shed tears due to how deep he went inside of you. Lashes turning heavy as droplets of tears continued to house themselves there. You were breathing heavily. “The devil isn’t usually rewarding, but I’ll make an exception for you.” Another shift in your positions as he stood up. Proudly walking around with a body sculpted by the greatest sculptors, his back muscles to tight, his sweat doing him justice making every single part of him far more contoured, emphasising every movement he made as he was finally setting himself in between your legs.

You pulled onto your chains, as you desperately wanted to hold onto him. His hair was barely covering his eyes as he watched you in amusement, his dick in hand as he positioned it against your cunt. “Let me touch you please, Jimin.” You winced at your own voice, rough and coarse as it reminded you of the previous events. You rattled the chains even louder this time, you could feel the underside of his dick grazing your cunt, making you moan as he reached forward freeing both of your hands. You were quick enough to hold onto his neck, “this doesn’t seem like I’m punishing you, I’m just drinking you in at this point, y/n.” You shut him up with a kiss, letting him taste himself. You were too distracted to even notice him positioning himself, and with one quick piston of his hips, he went balls deep inside you.

You broke the kiss apart, the devil looking at you with a smirk in his lips as he gave you no choice but to willingly accept all of his harsh thrusts. You were desperately searching your head for anything coherent to say, but you were knocked out of words. Thrusting harshly as all you could do was moan just below him, yelling his name every once in a while as you felt him hit a familiar spot deep within you, legs shaking as you did your best to keep up with his pace. He held your hips in place, as he continued to pound inside you like a savage. The occasional grunts that left his mouth would continue to echo in your head, giving you fuel to push yourself harder.

“A cunt like yours deserves to be in hell. You’re a freak, y/n.” His deep voice growled against your ear, his gruff voice bringing you back to earth. You felt your sanity drift away from you due to the deep and harsh stroked. Dick carving its’ way through far deeper, able to hit the entrance of your cervix, you were almost certain he’d be marking it as his territory too due to the repeated blows his dick gave.

“God, Jimin,” you muttered upon reaching your second orgasm for tonight. Your breath hitched, toes curling alongside the rise of your body against the soft sheets. He only pushed in deeper and harder, emphasising his presence. “We’re still calling onto him aren’t we?” He moved his hips far harsher this time, hitting your spot. Your vision turned white from the feeling of overstimulation, as if the first orgasm never really stopped, you felt yourself forming another knot from within your stomach. “You pathetic little brat, you should be calling onto me, not him. Tell me, is he the one making you feel this way?” His words were hard to understand as each one of them were emphasised by a harsh roll of his hips, balls smacking, managing to graze your clit with his own skin, as his dick carved itself inside of you. “N-no,” you tried to be obedient, but it was hard when all you felt was the way he was marking you as his territory. “Then who is, y/n? Tell me,” a dark chuckle escaped his plump lips as he bit himself, watching you from below him with hooded eyes.

“Fucking answer me!” He growled, choking you while he continuously pounded inside of you. “Y-you are, Jimin. Fuck!” Colours danced in your eyes, closing them shut due to too much pleasure. As if he wasn’t deep enough, he pushed even further. As if asking your cervix for entrance, acceptance, manhood pounding against it’s doors as you let out a pained moan. Not once did you ever expect you’d be having a dick this big. “That’s right, you’re all mine. Aren’t you?” His hands grew a little more tighter, yelling out your response with a hoarse voice. “I’ll make sure anyone who dares to fuck you next knows,”

“Carving the shape of my dick in your velvet walls,” he was inhuman, yes he was far from being a human. The way he still continued to pound you whilst speaking without a single stutter, how he’s held out his own release even after having his dick sucked. “You like that don’t you?” Encapsulated in your own little bubble as you desperately reached for more oxygen, all you could do was nod at him. “You’re my personal fucking slave, y/n.” With each words he pushed himself deeper, grinding on your g-spot repeatedly, the pleasure was unlike what you’ve felt before. It was pure, something that only the devil could make you feel.

“And I don’t like sharing.” A kiss in your forehead was all that you got before he finally came undone. Alongside the knot you’ve been holding onto for a while, your juices mixed. You felt him pull out, followed by a trail of your mixed essence. He tilted his head in amusement, using one of his fingers to feel the creamy substance that erupted from your vulva. “You did well. I’m quite surprised, you’re a special little bitch, y/n.” Too tired to even form a coherent response you closed your eyes and looked away from him. His words began to sound more fuzzy in your head, the sound of the shower filling in the silence.

A gentle touch on your forehead woke you up, it was his lips kissing you goodbye. “I’m afraid I’ll have to go,” he pulled his slacks back up, buttoning up his shirt, concealing the tattoos and hiding his heavenly body. “To where?” Your voice would almost sound pitiful, he carded his fingers through your hair before standing up and wearing his coat. “Doing God’s work, I suppose.” He grabbed the comforter before encasing you in, your sore legs finally able to close themselves as the sound of his leather shoes hitting the wooden floors slowly dissipated. “I’ll do my best to meet you soon. Please, do enjoy your stay in Hell.”

© Yoondles 2021, All Rights Reserved

[ficforce]

Obi Relationship Alphabet

Reader is a F!Nurse

A- Activity (What is their favourite activity to do with you.)

Obi and Y/N are very busy with their jobs, they’re both constantly on call and deal with tense situations all the time.

They really enjoy some downtime, Y/N has shift work rather than the 24/7 work pattern the Fire Force has, so she often goes to Obi and they chill out in the rec room. It can be something as simple as putting on a movie or even going for a run together… providing Obi gives her a foot rub later.

B- Beginnings (How do they act at the beginning of a relationship)

It was professional at first, communicating at the scene of an Infernal to protect the public and make it as painless as they could.

There was an instant attraction. Obi noticed her compassion first and Y/N adored how he tried to give comfort to the ones left behind. Obi’s not great at speaking to people and he fumbled a lot, he tripped over his words and got bashful easily. Y/N thought it was adorable that a big man like him was so cute.

It took them a long time to find time to go on their first date but they were sickly sweet with each other.

C- Communication (Are they good communicators? How do they normally talk about their problems or solve issues)

Once Obi got over his bashfulness he found it easy to talk to Y/N. She was a good listener and always seemed to know what to say to help him work through a problem. She never made him feel stupid like Princess Hibana could.

When Y/N gets exhausted from work she can get emotional and Obi is a brilliant soundboard for her to talk to. He gets her completely but doesn’t tell her to stop complaining. Everyone needs to deflate every now and then - Even him.

D- Drunk (What are they like when they’re drunk)

Hilarious.

Together they’re disgustingly cute, nose kisses, cuddles, showing off for each other and the dreaded cute talk.

If Obi is drunk then he becomes a cuddle, he wants to show off and he wants everyone to be enthusiastic and get ripped with him. Y/N can usually distract him but he’s really heavy and if he passes out there’s not much she can do.

If Y/N is drunk she gets a bit of a handful, she treats everyone like a kid and tries to look after them all, even if she’s fall down drunk, she’ll usually be cuddling someone. She’ll take almost any dare and Obi usually ends up fireman lifting her out of there to get her sobered up.

E- Emergency (How are they in emergency situations? You get hurt, they get hurt, someone is dying etc..)

Their lives revolve around emergency situations. They’re cool and calm whilst keeping their compassion. When it comes to each other it goes out the window.

They can’t breathe, they have a moment of sheer panic where they just don’t know what to do. They have to almost forget that this is the person they love most in the world and treat them like any stranger.

Afterwards, they won’t be apart for a second.

F- Free Spot (I’ll give you any headcanon I come up with)

Obi used to go to her ambulance with pathetic little injuries just so he could talk to her.

G- Gifts (What kind of gifts do they give? What kind of gifts do they get?)

They’re not really big gift-givers. They prefer time together.

Y/N likes to bring him food he likes and she’ll gift him with professional massages and physio to make sure he doesn’t overwork his muscles.

Y/N’s really into going out to parks, experience days and food. Obi will use his whole days off to take her somewhere fun and won’t let her pay for a thing - he’s got everything planned.

He tries to take her out to different street food places often.

H- Hugs (How do they show affection/cuddle)

Whilst on duty they are professional, they might have a few private conversations and check-in with one another but that’s it.

Off duty and in public they’re obviously together but don’t overdo it. Y/N likes to hold hands or he’ll put his arm around her shoulder/waist. They will kiss but chastely, nothing too much.

Off duty in front of team 8 is similar to public but there’s more nuzzling and cuddling.

In private… well, that’s not your business.

I- Irritation (What is something that irritates them? How do they show their irritation?)

They both get irritated but try not to take it out on others.

Obi will train harder and snap at people.

Y/N has an ‘irritated expression’ and people can literally feel it rolling off her… best leave her to Obi.

J- Jackpot (How would they spend their winnings if they won the lottery?)

With the world the way it is, they’d take what they needed and use the rest to help victims of Combustion.

K- Kryptonite (What is their ultimate weakness?)

They care more about others than themselves.

One day they’ll go too far

L- Laughter (What makes them laugh?)

Each other, other people, dumb little things.

M- Morning ( How do they wake up in the morning? Are they a morning person or a morning grouch?)

Because of his bodybuilding, Obi doesn’t sleep very well, he’s always pumped up and has to keep his carbs up. He’s up and ready to go.

Y/N loves to sleep when she can, she’s usually exhausted and collapses in bed, mornings are the worst!

She’s groggy and a little grumpy until she’s awake enough.

On rare occasions where she stays over, Obi will stay in bed to hold her until he literally can’t be still anymore. He’ll let her know he’s going and smile as she grumbles then goes back to sleep.

He never rushes her in the morning… she’s been taking shooting lessons from Hinawa.

N- Needy (When do they feel particularly needy? How do they show it?)

Obi is needy when he’s feeling ill, it’s rare but he behaves like a little kid and wants Y/N to mother him.

Y/N’s needy in the morning, she wants cuddles and is just useless without her Captain.

O- Oasis (Where is their happy place? Where would they go if they didn’t have anything holding them back?)

Somewhere quiet, maybe out in the country or up a mountain…?

P- Pain (How do they handle pain? How do they handle when you are in pain?)

Obi gets hurt often and he brushes it off, Y/N hates it, she wants to make him comfortable and will look after him if she can.

Y/N isn’t a wimp but she does cry when she’s in pain. Obi hates it, he wants to make it stop but he doesn’t really know how. He feels guilty that she’s hurting.

Q- Quote (What’s a quote that fits them and your relationship)

“Being deeply loved by someone gives you strength, while loving someone deeply gives you courage.”

― Lao Tzu

R- Reunion (How do they celebrate seeing you after a long time of being apart)

They can sometimes go weeks without seeing each other, it depended on their schedules.

They will head out, recently they like to visit Asakusa in the evening, the street food is great and Company 7 doesn’t mind putting them up.

S- Stress (What stresses them out? How do deal with stress and how do they relieve it?)

Life. Work… It’s really stressful.

Downtime is important.

Obi works Stress out and Y/N sleeps it off.

T- Terror (What are they afraid of?)

Failing.

Y/N takes it really hard when she can’t save a life

Obi is the same.

U- Unique (What is a quirk that is unique to them?)

They always have time for others.

V- Violence (Do they fight a lot? Are they a good fighter? What is their fighting style?)

They don’t fight physically. Sometimes they argue about the other taking time off and that they work too hard but that’s about it.

W- Wow (What do you do that really surprises them? What do you do that they really like?)

Hinawa has told me that Obi and Y/N are always awed by each other - it’s sickening.

X- (Explicit headcanon. For all you degenerates)

They’re at it like rabbits, they’ve had sex all over the Company 8 building and been caught a few times. Y/N loves how he can fuck her to within an inch of her life whilst his words and hands and kisses somehow remain soft and loving.

Y- Yucky (Is there something that grosses them out so badly that they can’t deal with it?)

Y/N would like Obi to stop exercising in the same t-shirt. He’ll put it on clean, sweat in it, take a shower, then when he goes to train again later puts on the old sweaty thing. It gets washed at the end of everyday but for Sol’s sake, Obi, just put a clean one on!

Z- ZZZ’s (What are their sleeping habits? Both with and without you)

Together they like to cuddle up.

Alone, Y/N cuddles a firm body pillow as a substitute.

Alone, Obi doesn’t sleep as well.

[gaiuswrites]

E r i k k a I mean----

I'm opening the floor for discussion because my mind is short circuiting thinking of accidentally running into this warden on your way to your cell while thinking back on some of your previous encounters with the wardens. You've avoided this one so far.

The man would steady you with a devastating smile but there'd be a darkness in those eyes that both set off alarm bells and yet, pulled you in.

"Now what has your head in the clouds, 4277? Don't make me ask twice."

... 🙃 I’m gonna combust I swear to god—

As per our latest discussion:

You mumble out your response— something incoherent that goes unheard by the warden. He takes another step towards you, arms stretching long by his sides. You flit down to his fist as it clenches tight in a tensed ball.

“N-Nothing,” you say again, swallowing around your pathetic excuse for an answer lamely.

Obviously he doesn’t believe you— just fucking look at you: feet meandering aimlessly, a flush sprung along your cheeks, pupils blown wide. He cocks his head, the sharp angle of his jaw catching in the light as he narrows his eyes, studying you.

Your lips are puffy and swollen red; you feel his gaze trace over them— can practically taste the way his tongue would graze over the freshly bitten flesh there.

“Nothing what, 4277?” he drawls, crawling his focus up to hold your own. Veracruz can almost smell the sex on you, rolling off you in needy little waves, pulsing out from your throbbing cunt.

The cords and veins in his neck bulge, choked by the tight collar of his uniform, and he stoops, leaning closer to bend over you— unforgiving, unwavering deep brown eyes drilling into yours.

“Nothing, sir,” you utter, no louder than a breath.

Neither of you move— he’s so close, you can see each of his lashes, can see the lines of a smirk tugging dangerously around his mouth. There’s rage within him— you can feel it. Bottled there. Simmering under his clean cut, put-together surface. But with rage comes passion. Unbridled. Necessary. Fitful. With rage comes want. Fuck, it feels like he could consume you, and he hasn’t even laid a hand on your body. Hasn’t even touched your skin. Hasn’t even touched you where you need— where you’re embarrassingly wet already, from this small interaction alone.

Your throat bobs. You’ve only just realized it: you’re nearly panting— chest trembling and heaving despite itself.

“Good girl,” he rumbles, finally returning to his full height, hands clasping behind his back. “Keep it that way.”

[yankyo]

Smooth Jazz

Jazz x Gender Neutral Reader 

Warnings: gets a lil heated at the end, mostly Jazz being flustered baby 

He wasn't used to this, that's what the problem was. Sure, flirting was second nature to this particular clone and wooing pretty girls was his MO, but there was something about you... you were different... and that flustered him. The moment Boss brought him and the other clones out to meet you and he was finally able to meet your eyes for real? Jazz swore the heart that never had a chance to beat nearly leapt from his chest - and it baffled the hell out of him. It wasn't the normal feeling - that he was used to. Hell, it might've even been preferable if he tried to get into your pants first meeting but instead he was reduced to a stammering, blushing mess. It was absolutely pathetic. And there was nothing he could do about it other than silently watch you from a distance and gather little trinkets he thought you might like but never had the courage to actually give to you. He felt like Chameleon with stupid things like flowers he thought were pretty, feathers that shimmered in the sunlight, a teddy bear holding a heart, little tapes of him singing love songs - it was downright sad. And yet he couldn't throw any of it away on the off chance that one day he managed to reclaim the shattered remains of his balls and be demon enough to give them to you.

For now, he was reduced to a simpering child, ducking out of the room each time you walked in because he was scared he might blurt out something stupid like "your hair is pretty" or a spontaneous love song. Yes. It was that bad. Thankfully, he thought he was managing well enough himself, no one seemed to see much of a difference and you were none the wiser about his awkward crush.... right?

.....

He was in trouble. It wasn’t often that Boss went on a job without him, ever since he toppled Juno and rose up in popularity in the Netherworld he was swamped with work that constantly had him running out to deal with problems from bioexorism to helping some ghouls find their lover that had died years before them and anything in between. Hell, Jazz himself had been called in to help set up entertainment in one of the many speakeasies that ran through the Netherworld. Now that that drag Juno was dead, they didn’t have to hide the fun stuff and that meant some truly rocking parties these days. Jazz had even fantasized about bringing you down to one, netherworld booze was truly something special and taking you out on a night on the town was kinda hard up on the surface. But, returning to the subject at hand, Boss was out on a job and Jazz was left home on his own - well, that wasn’t entirely right, Jazz was left alone with you. All he had gotten in the form of warning was Cici giving him a cryptic message of ‘Have fun’ on their way out before Jazz had been told by Boss that he was to stay and make sure everything was alright at home. Whatever that meant. Surely no one was stupid enough to try and hurt their babes, barring the arrival of some human carrying a monumental death wish, but there wasn’t any arguing before Boss and the others were gone, leaving Jazz to gape helplessly at the smoke left behind.  They even took Chamie and Jay with them! Thankfully, you seemed to sense the awkward air and told Jazz you had some chores to get done while the house was empty, but he couldn’t just sit by and watch while you were hard at work, right? So, he found himself completely out of his element, wearing some frilly apron with his sleeves rolled up to his elbows as he washed the dishes, setting them aside for you to dry.

Cleaning wasn’t exactly any of the clones forte, Ren, Bee and Wasp were better at it than the others, but when they first came, you had spent a good week getting each clone to wash up separately - Jazz had conveniently managed to weasel out of that particular lesson by jumping inside of one of the Netherworld’s boiling lakes and dumping a good gallon of bleach on himself to pass the scent test. But he almost regretted that particular decision now as you gently led him through the process of cleaning up, praising him when he did a good job and giggling softly when he made some silly mistake. He almost wanted to record that giggle just so he could listen to it on repeat, but he knew part of what made it so cute was seeing your face light up. Fuck, he had it bad. He hoped he was doing a decent job of maintaining his cool and smooth persona, but some part of him feared he was just staring at you slack jawed in awe like some moron. Hopefully you didn’t notice.

“What’s up next?” His voice was thankfully level this time, no more of those embarrassing stutters, though he thought he felt his heart catch in his throat as you gave a soft, inquisitive, hum, your lips pursed in thought as you scanned the kitchen,

“Well, would you mind helping me get dinner started?” He blanched at the thought. Him? Cooking?? He was half surprised the oven didn’t implode at the very sight of him, but what was he going to do? Say no to you? So he gave a hesitant nod, forcing himself to give what he hoped was a carefree smile but could have just been a grimace.

“What do you want to make?” That cute expression was back as you mused over what you had in the kitchen before you gave him a bright smile.

“I know what we should make!” You reached out and took his still soapy hand, pulling him out of the kitchen and back to the living room. “Some fucking take out. I’ll have to go shopping tomorrow and fill up on groceries anyways.” You declared, pushing him onto the couch before you flung yourself down onto the couch next to him - almost into his lap. “I’m thinking Chinese, how bout you?” You continued on, seemingly unaware of Jazz’s tense form next to you as he prayed to whatever god was out there and listening that he wouldn’t self combust or pop a boner or pass out or - your thighs were splayed over his lap, your hands in the air, gesturing vaguely as you mused over what everyone would want to eat and the Chinese place you had discovered with Bee when you went out on a date with the other clone. Jealousy curdled in the pit of his stomach, the idea of Bee being able to take you out and see that pretty smile while Jazz was stuck pining from afar was a sour one, and perhaps it was the jealousy that finally gave him the push he needed to reach up and grab your chin, turning your head so he could press a kiss to your lips. His fingers splayed across your neck, the other reaching around you to cradle your head as he deepened the kiss. Even as some panicked voice in the back of his head screamed at him for the hasty action, your hands clutched the frilly apron he still wore desperately, little whimpers escaping you as you rubbed your thighs together.

He didn’t know how long he kissed you, he could have died again like this if he could, but soon he remembered that humans needed to breathe, so he pulled back just enough to see your flushed and needy expression, the sight of you making his ego swell back to its normal size.

“Heh, just a kiss got you so flustered?” He purred, easily shifting your body on his lap so that you were straddling him, his hands splayed across your still squirming thighs. “Shouldn’t we order the takeout before everyone gets back?” He asked, his smile growing as you pouted at him. “Or are you hungry for something else, little songbird?”