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entirelysein-e · 3 months ago

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『 Yellow 』

☼ synopsis: Your lover gets too rough with you and you have to beg him to slow down - which he does

☼ characters: Geto, Gojo, Toji

☼ wc: 1.0k

☼ cw: gn!reader, afab!reader, overstimulation, spanking, fingering, mentions of bondage and anal fingering, slapping, clit slapping, face fucking, Toji calling reader "doll" and "slut"

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ˑ༄ؘ ۪۪۫۫ ▹ Geto:

✧ Geto had you lying beneath him, your knees pressed up to your chest, strong hands making sure you stay in this position as he plowed into you

✧ Your poor cunt was beyond sore from the previous overstimulation he put you through and you weren't sure if you could take it anymore

✧ He angled his hips upwards and freed one of his hands from your thigh to wrap around your throat and that's when you broke

✧ “Y-yellow” you croaked out and he didn't hear you at first so you tried to claw at his hand which made him let go, the pace of his hips not once faltering and it started to become too much

✧ “I said yellow!” You screamed out and Geto immediately pulled out, knowing the traffic light system but you never had to use it

✧ The tears were brimming in your eyes and he gently laid your legs back down before cupping your cheek

✧ “Better? Do you want to stop or go on gently?” He asked caring, a complete switch of attitude

✧ You only shook your head and pulled him back on top of you “don't wanna stop… it was just too much” you whispered and he pushed himself back in, you two laying in missionary

✧ The thrusts of his hips were deep and calculated but held such gentleness behind them that build up another orgasm fast

✧ His hands locked with yours, his gaze watching your features for any hint of pain this time - being rough was fun but only if you felt so too

ˑ༄ؘ ۪۪۫۫ ▹ Gojo:

✧ Gojo held you up against the wall, fucking into you like there's no tomorrow, your ass cheeks and thighs almost bruised from how hard he's holding onto them

✧ The occasional slaps that made you yelp brought him joy, mocking the little sounds

✧ But when he turned you around to fuck you in a full Nelson to flex with his his strength and make you watch yourself in the mirror he heard the word

✧ “Yellow… please” you whined and he slowly untangled you from the position without pulling out yet

✧ “Need me to pull out or just slower?” He asked with a grin, watching you as you looked at the image in the mirror, how you were impaled on Gojos cock made you wiggle in his hold

✧ “Nuh-uh. Talk to me, butterfly. Use your pretty mouth” he hummed encouraging, needing you to put an end up this or to tell him to go on

✧ “Slow please. Lay me down” you mumbled, almost embarrassed for having to slow this down since you were the one requesting him to be a little less caring this time

✧ Gojo nodded and pulled out before laying you on the bed onto your stomach, a pillow shoved under your hips “like this?” He asked, letting you decide

✧ You nodded, this empty feeling inside of you driving you insane - needing him, just less rough than before

✧ Goji spread your folds to get a look at your puffy clit before pushing himself back inside, gently rocking into your cunt

✧ Squelching noises filled the room as he kept hitting that spongy spot inside of you with utmost care and perfection it has you moaning his name like a dirty prayer

✧ When his arm wrapped around you to rub your clit with all the slick that's gathered there you made a mess out of the sheets, squirting around his cock that was buried deep inside of you - and he was far from done

ˑ༄ؘ ۪۪۫۫ ▹ Toji:

✧ Toji had a field trip with you, tied to the bed on arms and legs, enjoying just how helpless you are as he knelt above your chest, the tip of his thick cock kissing your lips

✧ “Open wide” he hummed and slapped you across the cheek when you refused, knowing nothing is off limits tonight unless you say the safe word

✧ This position didn't satisfy him, turning around to face your cunt now as how dick was pushed carelessly into your mouth until it was nestled in your throat entirely

✧ Toji groaned as he started to thrust into the wetness of your mouth, fucking your face

✧ His hands were busy on your little pussy, rubbing your bundle of nerves and every time you made a sound he would slap it

✧ “Look at you, little slut. Liking when I hit you there, hm?” He teased, his hips stilling for a moment to fully enjoy the way you clench around nothing with each slap

✧ When he had his fill he finally pulled away to let you breathe properly again, untying your legs so he could position you on all four, your head cruelly pushed down to the mattress

✧ It only took him one hard thrust to bottom out, a low moan rumbling through his chest at how tight you feel around him before he started pounding into you harshly

✧ His thumb was gently massaging your puckered hole, ready to push it inside when he heard the cue to take it easy

✧ “Did I hear yellow?” He asked, pulling your head out of the pillows by your hair and you wailed, screaming it again

✧ “Did I break my little doll?” He teased but let you turn around, already knowing how to handle the situation since it happens every other time

✧ “Let me make you feel good, baby. No need to worry. Gonna take care of you” he whispered in your ear, now in missionary with you as he rocked his hips into yours gently

✧ It was fascinating how gentle he could be with you if needed, his hands roaming your body as the tip of his cock kissed your cervix in gentle thrusts, slowly getting you closer to your much needed orgasm

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muzansfangs · 10 months ago

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How they eat you out.

Starring: Shunsui Kyoraku x f!reader; Unohana Retsu x f!reader; Zaraki Kenpachi × f!reader;

Format: short-imagines;

Warnings: nsfw, language, dom!unohana, dom! shunsui, dom!zaraki, sub!reader, switch!shunsui, oral sex (f!reader receiving), oral sex (unohana receiving), vaginal fingering, praise kink, overstimulation, male masturbation, size kink, creampie, dirty talk, vaginal sex;

Plot: they love you, they love you so much that giving you oral has become an art for them. But they all have a different style, their own unique way of doing it. How do they eat you out? What do they do to make you melt under their skilful tongue?

PART ONE | PART TWO | PART THREE

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Shunsui Kyoraku.

A master of seduction and the seven deadly sins, he would spend hours eating you out for hearing the sweet chant of moans and whimpers you sang for him. There is not a position you have not tried before, but his unrestrained thirst for you and his untainted desire to make you climax on his tongue made him opt for one that granted him the chance to palm himself and jerk off while exploring the depths of your core, coating his fingers and lips into his personal favorite nectar.

Kneeling in front of you, with your back flattened against the wall, Shunsui grasped one of your legs and draped it over his shoulder, his eye flicking up to check on you as he pushed the soaked fabric of your underwear to the side. Sex with him was intense, but never rough. He took care of you, led you safely towards the apex of pleasure.

"Let me taste you, please" he hoarsely pleaded you, your fingers threading the soft strands of his dark chocolate hair in anticipation.

You sighed, his hot breath fanning your wet folds making goosebumps raise on your thighs. Your reaction did not escape his eye, his mouth latching onto your skin and leaving a trail of wet kisses all the way up to your pussy. Yet, he did not dare to touch you directly, not until you gave him your explicit consent. He needed to hear it from him.

"Please, please, darling, please... Just say the word and I will lavish that pussy until you have no more strength to stand without me supporting you" he purred, teasingly kissing your bundle of nerves.

Electricity coursed through your veins, a shaky breath leaving your lips as you delicately pushed his head back towards your pussy "Feast on me. I'm all yours" you whispered, watching in awe as the Captain Commander grinned mischieviously up at you and proceeded in running his tongue flatly down your folds, before wrapping his lips around your throbbing clit.

Your knees buckled, a throaty moan ripping from your chest as you closed your eyes and lolled your head back against the wall. You knew that practice had made him this good, an ounce of jealousy always seeping into your mind whenever he masterly brought you to Heaven and back on Earth, now he was doing this to you, he was down on his knees to worship your body.

"Fuck! — you whined out, when a soft grunt erupted from his throat — Did I mention your eye-patch is hot?" you breathed out, enjoying the sight of your man spreading your labia with the fingers of his free hand while the other was wrapped around his shaft, busy relieving himself from the aching bulge driving him insane.

Shunsui delved his tongue into you, your fingers pulling on his hair a little tighter to brace yourself.

"Stop it or I will come in my hand..." he groaned, teasingly tugging with his teeth at your slippery folds. He perfectly knew what he was doing, but the sight of his dick in his hand was making you yearn for more.

You did not care if the act could be labeled as rude, demanding, or as a deliberate selfish way to assure yourself your climax, but you pulled his head back by his hair. Panting, quivering legs and a lustful gleam in your eyes you removed your leg from the top of his shoulder and motioned for him to stand up. The Captain Commander stood tall, his large frame a blanket of warmness enveloping you into his arms.

His hands rested flatly on the wall at your sides, caging you between it and his massive body. His stubble glistened in the dim light provided by the lamp on the nightstand and you cupped hos cheek in your hand, running your thumb over his cheekbone.

"Shunsui, I need more. Now" you murmured, your lips nipping on his earlobe as he glided his hands underneath your thighs and picked you up.

He did not say much, he simply rubbed the tip of his cock down your slick to collect your juices and he gradually, smoothly sheathed himself into you with a guttural groan. Your legs were tightly wrapped around his hips, once he began to thrust into you at a sensual pace, your moans sending him on Cloud Nine.

"I love you" he hoarsely said, gritting his teeth as he felt your walls clamping down onto him.

Your mind was fuzzy, but you had enough energy to cling onto him for dear life. Oral sex always led you two to want more and scream each others name at the top of your lungs. Because after all, when have you ever let him come in his hand? Never. He always busted his load into you.

Unohana Retsu.

Calm and collected, radiating a loving aura, she only showed her true colors to you. Not everyone knew about her past. If the stories about how she used to wield her sword to lead the Eleventh Division with pride and unadulterated cruelty had not come straight out of her mouth, you would have probably not believed them. It was hard for you to depict your girlfriend as a blood-thirsted woman who sat on a pile of corpses, crowning herself the queen of a despicable crew of professional assassins. Now, however, as you began to explore your intimacy, you could see some glimpses of her dark side.

The ferocity of such a beautiful and majestic woman claiming her place on the top of the food chain always left you speechless.

She was an attentive lover, overall. Albeit she never forced you to submit, she was pleased by the way you obediently obliged to her requests and never ceased to praise your natural predisposition to feed her inner cravings. Not selfish in the slightest, though, when it came down to oral she was so dedicated to the cause of bringing you joy and satisfaction that she did not hesitate to ask you to lay down on your back and let her give you an extrasensorial experience.

How? A passionate sixty-nine, naturally. Giving and receiving, according to her, allowed you the chance to focus on both your lover and on the warming feeling she provided you by swirling her tongue around your bundle of nerves meticulously. The remains of her former cold personality tended to resurface, whenever you engaged sexual intercourses. She rarely let you top, therefore she was the one to sit on your face during the sixty-nine.

She smiled softly against your dripping heat, the moment your thighs began to quiver. She knew exactly which spots to stimulate, when and how.

"You are doing such a good job. Your body is always so responsive" Unohana chimed, her breath slightly labored as she tried to restrain herself from moaning out your name at the way you sucked on her clit.

You did not answer, instead, you bucked up your hips to let her know how needy you were and how much you craved her touch. Sex with her was always so sensual it barely allowed you the chance to think straight.

She hummed at your shameless display of eagerness, her hands gripping the plush of your thighs as she buried her mouth back into the warm cave of your pussy. Her tongue lapped at your folds viciously, leisurely when she flicked your clit, and she enjoyed how you started whimpering, neglecting the task at hand to give her pleasure as well.

"Oh my gosh! Babe, wait, if you keep on doing it like that I'll end up—" you piped out, your breath erratic as you tried to get her attention by squeezing her ass warningly.

But the First Kenpachi was not going to stop. Gently lowering her pussy onto your mouth once again, muffling your moans and whimpers. There it was, her real self, the wild woman she used to be.

"Coming?" she cooed, smiling against your pubes as you shut your eyes as nibbled at the glistening, puffy lips plastered over your mouth.

You could not take it anymore. Delving your tongue deep into her, you let it go. Waves of pleasure engulfed your nether regions and you released onto her tongue, as she let out a small whimper herself. Your juices dripped from her chin, her eyes fluttering opened while she straightened herself up, glancing at you from up above. Her braid undone, long and raven long hair draped over her smooth back. She looked dashing like that.

"My pretty girl is so good for me. — Unohana crooned, rotating her hips to create some more friction with your parted lips — Now, why don't you focus a little more and make me come too?" she asked you in a slightly darker tone.

Anything. You would have done anything for her.

Zaraki Kenpachi.

He does not eat you out, he devours you. You are his woman, for God’s sake, you deserve the best. Along with protecting you no matter what, this man would do literally anything to make you happy. Even though he does not waste any given chance to have you underneath him, so perfect and small compared to his large frame, Zaraki can somehow sense when you need some good treatment. What does it consist in? Having you sprawled over the bed, folded in half, your pussy ready for him to lavish and suck dry.

“It’s lunch time” he croaked out, as he pushed your legs to your chest and shot you a knowing look, prompting you to keep them up for him as he glided his index down your slick to tease you.

You two had such a chemistry in bed it was hard not to read each others minds. His fingers mapped out all the right spots your body with expertise, they explored you until you were left writhing and shaking under him. Although he was not known around for being a gentleman, he was far from being rough with you.

You trembled, when he slowly plunged his digit into you, the stretch already leaving you breathless, but it did not last for two much. He pumped it a few times into you, eliciting soft whimpers and whines from you that made his chuckle in amusement.

“Look at you. So small to even take my fingers, yet so wet you are dripping…” he noted, your cheeks heating up at his unfiltered remark.

You loved him.

When he removed his fingers, the man quickly shoved it into his mouth and made sure to savour your taste. His visible eye boring into yours as he grinned and buried his face down onto your cunt, his tongue lapping and sucking on your clitoris hungrily, air knocked out of your lungs temporary. Recovering from his assault was almost impossible for you, everytime was like the first.

“K–Kenny! O my God… Don’t stop” you whispered, your legs quivering as you struggled to keep them up from his to enjoy his feast.

“Keep them up” he groaned, delving his tongue into your core and causing you to gasp and grip the back of your thighs a little tighter to push them more towards your chest. But he knew you were struggling, he knew you needed help and he wanted you to focus on your pleasure above anything else.

Keeping his mouth busy on your pussy, messily licking and nibbling, he swatted your hands away and gripped your thighs roughly. Moaning loudly, as he kept your folded in half, you felt a familiar pressure coiling on your lower abdomen, your mind going blank as your orgasm washed over you violently, like a wave crashing over you.

Kenpachi truly had his own special way to kill you softly.

Author note.

Hello there! I’m so glad I managed to post this second part to ‘how they eat you out’. A third and, probably,last one is coming and it will include Shinji, Isshin and Grimmjow. I hope you have enjoyed this one! As per usual, likes, comments and re-posts are greatly appreciated!

Until next,

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myblogforeverandalways · 3 months ago

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𝘎𝘦𝘯𝘵𝘭𝘦 𝘎𝘪𝘢𝘯𝘵- 𝘒𝘰𝘯𝘪𝘨

u guys making me feel special with all these likes gahhh. I'll edit this a little later, but I have a small one-shot for you lovely :)

Köing was not only nervous but also a caring man. At the start of your relationship, he only cared about you and what you craved and truly desired. This touched your heart, a giant prioritizing your wants and needs, even in the bedroom.

Köing never went too rough, constantly checking if you were okay as he kissed you softly, thrusting slowly into your glistening cunt, wetness dripping down your thighs mixed with his thick cum. Ready to be cleaned off by him later as he groaned your name in a mess of English and German, his voice lustful and loving. Your whimpers would echo in the bedroom; you had never adjusted to his size, not with a cock that big, stretching your gummy walls each time you fucked, only to feel like your first time all over again.

Köing was indeed everything you could ever want. His soft touch and alluring eyes, his tall, possessive figure that would make you wetter just looking at him as he held your hand in public, fingers intertwined—he was all yours.

Your sex drive was already at a painful high, and Köing adored it, never wasting a second as those eyes that would flutter every time he pushed into you harder with pure ease, legs over his shoulders, shaking while he eyed you in pure lust, panting like a worn dog, just in pure admiration for your body. Your tiny hands that dug into his biceps as he begged to go faster, a primal urge that tried to control him before he filled your swollen pussy up but;

"No, not just yet, my love. You get to cum when I want you to~." You smirked, hands caressing his hair back, fingers intertwining, knowing this got to him.

You liked to see him beg, to struggle to hold his leaking cum.

Sensitive, aren't you König?

Sensitive to your silky folds, the squelching, sloppy noises as his strength diminished under you.

And poor König, trying so hard to pull himself together as he grunted, kissing your neck in desperation, his stubble tickling against your tender skin, a yearning desire that he craved every night. Your legs wrapped around him instinctively as you mumbled sweet words into his ear because he deserved it. He deserved to feel special.

And as he couldn't hold it any longer, sinking into you, seed spilling into your pretty pussy, your greedy fingers circled your clit, begging for a release in return.

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ohbo-ohno · 1 year ago

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Okay but *gulp* soap with his dick slipping out and accidentally pressing into the wrong hole. Doesn’t stop him from continuing tho

listen LISTEN listen - yeah!! soap is 100% the kind of asshole to do this!!

1.7k soap x f!reader "wrong hole" drabble 🫶 (cw: pwp smut, noncon anal sex between partners (also unrealistic anal sex), pussy drunk johnny)

You arch further into Johnny, slick skin sliding along slick skin as your mouth drops open on a moan.

“Jo-Johnny,” you pant, gripping tightly to his broad shoulders. “Feels ssooo- so good.”

“Yeah?” He grunts from above you, mohawk messy and dripping sweat. “Bet it- bet it feels big, huh?”

You whine, pushing your hips closer to him as he slams home inside of you. “So big,” you agree, your mind draining from you slowly as he pulls nearly the entire way out on every thrust, leaving you almost empty before filling you to the brim. “God, you’re so good, Johnny.”

“Fuck, yes,” he pants, arms wrapping around your back and squeezing you tight to him. Your hips are pushed a little further up, a little closer to him. You wrap both your legs around his waist, hold him as tight as he does you. He only manages to keep up his rhythm through pure strength, easily able to overpower your grip.

“So good,” he mimics, eyes squeezed shut. You can’t look away from him - the sweat dripping down the side of his tanned face, the wrinkles and scars decorating his skin, the way he looks like he’s either in agony or euphoria. “Feel so perfect, so tight. Fuck, missed you so much, lass, missed your perfect cunt.”

Your eyes nearly roll back in your head when he hits the perfect spot inside of you, body limp in his arms. You feel almost like a doll, like a toy for him to fuck, but he’s so good at it that you can’t even begin to care.

The both of you devolve into moans, occasionally trying to speak and choking on your words. You might feel embarrassed of what a mess Johnny’s made of you, if he weren’t in the same condition.

He pulls out completely on several thrusts in a row, both of you gasping at the sensation - you, because it’s a shock to go from nothing to everything completely and him, because every thrust inside of you when he’s pulled all the way out feels like the first. You dig your nails into his muscles, pushing your chest against his for all the physical contact you can manage.

It happens too quickly for you to even really notice. One second Johnny is rearranging your guts, giving you the best dick of your life, and the next you feel like you’re being torn in two.

You nearly scream, eyes flying open and nails dragging down his back, peeling skin off. Johnny’s loud groan drowns you out almost entirely, and he doesn’t seem to notice what he’s done.

You notice. Your unstretched ass feels like it’s on fire, and after your first sound of shock you can’t get enough breath in to try and say it hurts.

Johnny can’t thrust the whole way in, like he had in your pussy. Your body gives him too much resistance, which is what finally makes him realize.

You’re nearly blinded by the tears filling your eyes when he finally blinks open, staring down at you.

“Holy shit,” he breathes, and you can feel his heart racing against your chest. “Did I-? Am I in your-?”

“Pull out,” you gasp, tapping at his back desperately. “Oh my god, Johnny, pull out, I can’t- fuck, you’re too big.”

That’s the wrong thing to say - instead of pulling out, he groans, dropping his forehead to yours and letting his eyes fall shut again. You let out a long, high whine when his hips push forward, slowly spearing you further and further on his cock.

You’re made mute by the pain, left only with your nails as defense as you try and tear his back to shreds. You should know better, though - Johnny’s a masochist, and pain you inflict only drives him more insane.

“God, you’re fuckin’ stranglin’ me,” he pants, pulling out just enough to force himself a few inches deeper. “Thought your cunt was tight, but it’s nothin’ compared to this.”

“Johnny- please.”

“So fucking warm.” He looks nearly delirious above you, pupils blown so wide you can barely see his iris even as close as you are. “Tight.”

“Johnny,” you whine, even as the slide becomes a little bit easier from all the slick dripping from your cunt. “Hurts, please, you gotta… gotta stop.”

He makes a sound that’s somewhere between soothing and a snarl, a low sound that makes you instinctually arch further towards him and then yelp when that gives him more leverage.

“You’re fine,” he comforts - well, the words should be a comfort but his tone is almost dismissive. “You’re wet, I can feel it.”

“Not enough,” you cry, half choking on a sob when you feel him finally bottom out inside of you. “Ok, ok, please pull- pull out, Johnny.”

“But you feel so good,” he purrs, butting his nose against your temple. “Fuckin’ hot little ass, huh lass? You’re squeezin’ me so good, you sure you want me to pull out?”

“Yes!”

You feel the sharp smile pressed against your temple and hiccup a sob, shifting your legs so that instead of wrapping around him you’re trying to push him away. But he’s too strong for you to make him move, and he only shoves himself even further inside of you by leaning his weight forward.

“I think you’re lying,” he almost sings, grinding his hips deep inside of you. He shifts briefly, holding himself above you on one arm and sneaking the other between your bodies and down to your pussy.

You cry out when his fingers work quickly at your clit, tight fast circle that have you shaking and moaning. It’s almost enough to drown out the pain of having your back hole stretched so ruthlessly - almost.

“Here,” he says, dipping his hand down a little further to almost scoop the slick dripping from you, smearing it around your plugged hole like he’s trying to make up for the lack of lube in the first place. He pulls out about halfway, thrusting back in and moaning when you cry out. “Th-there, how’s that feel?”

“Still hurts,” you manage to get out through your sobs, eyes squeezed shut against the pain.

Johnny’s panting like a dog above you as he starts to fuck you again, his pace sharper and uncaring about your sensitivity. You can’t help but clench down, your inner muscles squeezing tight in an attempt to push him out that only drags him further in.

You can’t do anything but lay there and take it - as he moans repeatedly into your ear - while he fucks you. The pain eases after a bit, your own wetness making the path at least slightly easier, but the sharp sting never fully dissipates. Your tears don’t dry up, and you’re nowhere close to the orgasm that had been building before.

Johnny’s your complete opposite - he’s lost in his own pleasure, and your desperate scratches down his back only make things better for him. If you’d thought he was euphoric before, he looks like he’s found Nirvana now. You’re not sure if he’s so wrapped up in his own pleasure that he can’t hear your pain, or if your pain is what’s driving him more and more insane with pleasure.

For your own sake, you pray it’s the first.

He doesn’t last long - thank God - and only a few minutes later his thrusts get choppier and choppier, jerking in and out of you without any rhythm at all.

“Gonna make me come, bonnie, fuck.”

You can only stare wide-eyed at the ceiling as Johnny buries his face in the crook of your neck and comes deep inside of your ass, the hot spurt of his come a distant sensation with the stretch of his cock still at the front of your mind.

“Alright, alright, pull… pull out now, Johnny, please,” you beg again, too shell-shocked to even flinch at the embarrassing crack in your voice.

He obeys wordlessly, pulling his limp cock out slowly enough to make you whine when he finally leaves you empty.

“Hush, hush,” he quiets you, pressing a kiss to your cheekbone and brushing over your spread hole with his fingers. You jolt and whine, turning to press your face into his sweat-soaked mohawk. “You’re alright, didn’t even tear.”

“You-you sure?” You sniffle.

He chuckles a little, the sound vibrating through your chests. “Yeah, you’re alright, lass. Didn’t think I would really hurt you, did’ya?”

You can only whine.

His fingers dip inside your back hole just long enough to drag out some of his come, moving up to shove it inside of your pussy.

“There ya go,” he soothes, repeating the process again and again. “Still got a nice load in your guts, you're alright." His fingers lift to your clit, rubbing in perfect circles to make you arch and gasp, squirming for more pleasure despite the growing ache in your other hole.

He brings you to a slow orgasm, one that has the last of your tears dripping down your cheeks and clinging to his shoulders like a life raft. Your breaths are uneven, heartbeat quick in your chest, and you feel fuzzy around the edges.

Unlike usual, Johnny stops at one orgasm. You almost expect him to keep going like he always does, never satisfied with less than three for you and two for him, but he pulls his hand away after your first pained whines start again.

He doesn’t get off of you, letting his weight push you deeper and deeper into the couch cushions. You wrap your arms around his neck, holding him close to you and breathing in his musk. It takes a while to get your breathing even again, though Johnny’s levels out in moments.

You only let your eyes close once his snores start up, loud in your ear. The rumbling of his chest is a comfort, and you float into sleep with Johnny’s sweaty body pressed firmly against every part of yours, and the ache in your ass only growing more noticeable with every breath.

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doumadono · 1 year ago

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Turbulent temptations - Choso x Reader

Warnings: smut - oral (f & m receiving, 69), doggy style, fingering, rough p in v, angst, f!Reader, boyfriend!Choso Synopsis: Choso and you engaged in a heated disagreement, culminating in an incredibly steamy moments

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An atmosphere thick with tension hung in the air. Choso, the tall and muscular Death Painting Womb, stood before you, his piercing purple eyes ablaze with a mixture of anger and frustration. His jet-black hair was wild and unruly. He was a formidable presence, but tonight, he was more than intimidating.

You, a mere human, stood your ground, refusing to let him dictate your every move. His controlling tendencies had escalated to a breaking point, and tonight's argument was the culmination of weeks of mounting resentment. "You can't keep doing this, Choso," you said, your voice wavering but determined. "I won't let you control every aspect of my life. I need my independence."

Choso clenched his fists, his muscles tensing as he struggled to keep his temper in check. His lips curled into a snarl. "You don't understand, do you, my little weakling? I do it because I care about you. I'm trying to protect you from this cruel world."

You shook your head, your own temper flaring. "Protecting me is one thing, Choso, but suffocating me is another. I can't breathe in this relationship if you're always watching my every move."

Choso's face contorted in frustration. His cheeks flushed, contrasting sharply with his pale complexion. "I can't help it. It's in my nature. I've lost people I cared about, and I can't bear to lose you too."

Tears welled up in your eyes as you took a step closer to him. "Choso, I love you, but love can't thrive in an environment of control and jealousy. We need to find a balance, or we'll destroy what we have!"

"Y/N, I won't give up on protecting you because that's the only way I can be sure you're safe. You should be grateful!"

"Shut the hell up, Choso! Fuck you!" You practically screamed the last two words and delivered a forceful punch to his chest.

He blinked and seized you by the throat, his stature towering over you. He had long surpassed you in size and strength. His hand closed around your delicate neck, and he tightened his grip, eliciting a sharp gasp from you as fear instantly flooded your eyes. "If you ever lay a hand on me like that again," Choso seethed, his voice dripping with anger, "I won't hesitate to put you in your place." With that, he released his grip on you, and you stumbled, collapsing to the floor.

He moved towards you with a slow, deliberate pace, sending a shiver down your spine.

As you retreated, you found yourself backing up past your couch, your heart pounding in your chest.

"I don't know what it is about you," Choso uttered in a hushed tone that sent a chill through your bones. "You're driving me insane." He closed the gap until he was just a few feet away, and you couldn't help but tremble.

You remained silent, a mix of emotions boiling within you. Your face grew flushed, your fists clenched at your sides, and your teeth ground together in frustration. Choso's predatory gaze roved over your body, making you feel exposed and vulnerable. Anger surged through your mind, but your pussy ached, and in that moment, you despised yourself.

Finally, his eyes locked onto yours, and he advanced another step, a dark intensity in his gaze that made it clear he had no intention of letting you escape his grasp.

He grabbed your upper arms. His grip on you was a vice, a sudden and unyielding force that left you frozen in place. Choso's voice dripped with a chilling intensity as he snarled, his breath hot against your face, his eyes smoldering with a dangerous fire. "What are you gonna do?" The question hung in the air, heavy with an ominous promise. "I can take whatever I desire, whether you resist or not. So, what are you going to do? Scream? Fight me again? Beg for me to stop?"

Your defiance met his unyielding demeanor, and a silence thick with tension enveloped you both. You chose not to scream; words seemed futile in that charged moment. Instead, you defied his expectations and, with determination, rose onto your tiptoes, meeting his dangerous gaze. Without uttering a single word, you pressed your lips against his.

Choso's initial stillness and lack of response was deafening, a tension hanging in the air that was thicker than the darkest of clouds. But then, with a fierce intensity, he pulled you into a messy kiss that left your mind reeling.

Your thoughts raced as desire burned within you, an undeniable craving for him, an unspoken but unmistakable need that coursed through your veins. Your teeth grazed menacingly against his lower lip, sinking in for a harsh bite.

Choso's eyebrow shot up in shock, his grip on you loosening involuntarily.

Seizing the opportunity, you used your newfound freedom to forcefully shove him away. He stumbled backward and tumbled onto your couch, a mix of confusion and irritation flashing across his features. "The fuck…" Choso began, but you didn't let him finish.

With a predatory grace, you closed the distance between you, straddling his lap with an unmistakable air of dominance. The fabric of your skirt rode up your thighs, exposing a tantalizing expanse of skin against his robe.

You could feel his cock starting to harden beneath you, and you leaned forward, your lips almost against his as you stared straight at Choso. "Despite all of my anger and frustration, I still need you."

With a self-assured grin curling at the edges of his lips, Choso gently pushed you away, rising to his feet. He swiftly shed his clothes, and you mirrored his actions, discarding your own attire. The inexplicable rush of desire had taken you by surprise, and you couldn't help but wonder if his cursed powers were weaving their enchantment on your mind. Yet, at that moment, you couldn't find it in yourself to care - all you craved was Choso.

Your eyes drank in the sight before you.

He stood there fully naked, finally. Choso was facing you so you could see it all: his chest - strong and broad, his abs - perfectly toned, and his cock - thick and hard, precum dripping from the tip. He was the most handsome being you had ever seen in your life.

Soon, Choso was propped up on his elbows, looking at you, running the tip of his tongue along his upper lip; the head of his cock was nearly purple as his irises and the precum was literally dripping down his shaft - his excitement mirrored your own, unmistakable in his demeanor.

With a mischievous smile, you gracefully made your way onto the couch, letting your hair cascade around Choso's face as you descended to kiss him. His response was eager as he met your lips, and you allowed him to deepen the kiss, savoring the electric connection between you, before gently drawing back. "Let's find out if you can employ that tongue more effectively," you whispered, and with a swift movement, you were straddling his face.

Choso needed no further encouragement. Without hesitation, he dove into his task, sensually caressing your pussy with his tongue. Your reaction was immediate - a contented sigh escaping your lips as he expertly teased your cunt. As he continued, he gently sucked on your engorged clit, drawing a surprised moan from your lips. Unable to contain your desire, you began to move your hips back and forth, pressing your wet entrance against his eager mouth. Choso's skillful tongue danced along your slick folds, teasing the entrance to your throbbing core, ocassionally licking a long stripe along your slit. He lapped at your pussy like a starved man. Choso placed a few tiny kisses to your clitoris, eventually nudging the sensitive bud with the tip of his tongue. As your body responded with increasing fervor, he intensified his efforts, skillfully pleasuring your clit with his mouth. Waves of pleasure cascaded through your being, your fingers toying with your nipples as he lavished attention on your dripping pussy.

You shifted away from his face briefly, repositioning yourself to lean down and engage with his arousal. Afterward, you eased your wet pussy back onto his waiting mouth, and Choso responded eagerly, lavishing attention on your sensitive bundle of nerves. Simultaneously, you leaned closer to his hardened length, and with one dainty hand, you enveloped his throbbing shaft, commencing a leisurely and tantalizing rhythm of movement.

Choso groaned into your dripping cunt and the noise sent vibrations through your slick pussy. You moaned and stuck out your tongue, licking the precum off his tip. Choso's hips bucked as you did, and you licked up and down his shaft before finally taking him into your warm, welcoming mouth.

You could sense the mounting tension in the room as his deep, guttural groans resonated in the air. His hips subtly shifted, syncing with the rhythm of your movements as you pleasured him. Choso's commitment to your desires didn't waver, his attention unwavering as he devoured your cunt. But as you dared to take him deeper into your mouth, his reaction was palpable - his head tilted back, a primal sound escaping his throat as he drove his hips upwards, urging his hardness further into your welcoming throat. You gagged yourself around his cock, and found it impossible to stifle your emotions - tears streamed down your cheeks as you carefully bobbed your head, cupping his balls with your free palm, squeezing them slowly.

Choso let out a deep, sensuous moan as he spat on your slit. His intent was to ensure you were drenched, and he proceeded to resume his delicate attentions. With tantalizing tenderness, he showered your slit with gentle, kitten-like licks that sent shivers of pleasure coursing through your entire being. He occasionally enveloped your soft, plump lips within the warm embrace of his mouth after sucking them in.

Soon, you withdrew your mouth from his throbbing dick, releasing it with a soft, satisfying pop sound. You gracefully moved away from Choso's face, letting the charged atmosphere linger in the room.

"I nearly forgot the exquisite sensations of human pleasures," Choso remarked, his voice laced with surprise.

He wasted no time at all. Choso gently encouraged you to recline on your side on the plush couch. His fingers traced a voluptuous path from your side, along your thigh, and ultimately, between your legs. His focus was unwavering, and he began to tease your slick folds. Choso, with a witching vehemence, urged you to circle your arm around his neck, causing you to partially turn your upper body towards him. As your eyes met, he lavished attention on your breasts, his lips finding their way to one of your sensitive nipples. Contemporaneously, his skilled fingers delved deep into your sopping cunt, kindling a conflagration of passion and pleasure that consumed you fully.

"Ch-Choso!" You couldn't help but whine his name.

His tongue gently traced circles around your sensitive bud, and he playfully nibbled at it. Choso's fingers moved in a rhythmic motion, thrusting in and out of your cunny, inching you close to the brink of an ecstatic release.

The sensations were already sending delightful shivers throughout your body, and your soft, enticing moans coupled with the rhythmic grinding of your hips against his skilled hand only fueled Choso's desire. As your bodies moved in harmony, his palm expertly pressed against your aroused clit, intensifying the sensations as you eagerly responded to his every touch.

You found yourself perched precariously on the precipice of ecstasy, your body quivering with anticipation. With each passing moment, the intensity of your desire grew, and you knew that you were on the brink of an earth-shattering climax. It was the final touch, the masterful stroke of Choso's hand against your swollen, throbbing clit, that sent you hurtling into a tidal wave of pleasure.

"Oh, Choso!!!" Your body convulsed, an intense orgasm surging through you like a tempest, causing your hips to buck uncontrollably against his skillful touch. In the throes of ecstasy, you couldn't help but cry out, your head arching backward in sheer pleasure. "Yes, yes, yes, fuck!"

As the waves of pleasure began to recede, you felt Choso's hand, now tender and gentle, delicately caressing your sensitive, slick folds. You were left panting, your senses still tingling from the electrifying experience.

His throbbing dick pressed firmly against your ass as Choso's lips met yours in a passionate kiss. Your bodies radiated heat, drawing you closer together. In a moment of desire, he deftly maneuvered, lifting your leg and guiding it over his hip. Choso continued to press against you, and as your lips locked in a sensual embrace, the tip of his dick found its way between your slick folds.

A soft moan escaped your lips, your voice barely able to contain the passion that surged through you. "Oh, Choso!"

With each movement, he explored your neck with his lips, savoring the taste of your skin, while the intensity of your connection deepened, creating a symphony of desire and pleasure between you.

He moved his hips with a deliberate, unhurried rhythm, rocking back and forth in a sensual dance of desire. Every motion he made was slow. With each thrust, he found an opportunity to run his tongue along the column of your neck, heightening the intensity of your passion while his fervor drove you to ecstasy.

"Harder, Choso, harder, please…" You were moaning.

Some time later, he withdrew, prompting you to shift your position. You settled on all fours, your ass end provocatively arched upward.

He approached from behind, the tip of his dick making contact with your slick entrance.

You could sense it, delicately seeking access to your tight, inviting cunt, and you reciprocated by sensually wriggling back against him.

His shaft glided smoothly into your drenched haven, and he inched in gradually, a contented sigh escaping his lips as he felt your warmth envelop him. "Fuck."

A sensual moan escaped your lips as you felt him filling you completely, his pulsating, rigid length nestled deep within your core.

"Oh, Y/N," he gasped, his voice laden with desire. Choso's strong hands gripped your hips, initiating a slow, tantalizing rhythm, guiding you back and forth onto his throbbing cock. However, this leisurely pace didn't persist for long. He skillfully maneuvered one hand around your form, cupping your breasts, while his other hand found its way to your sensitive clit. With fervor, he began to thrust into you with an intensity that left you both breathless and consumed by passion.

"Ammmmpppp- fuck!" You groaned, pressing your head to the armrest.

He let out a deep, primal wail, and your breath caught as he passionately fucked you. The rhythmic sound of his balls slapping against your plush ass reverberated in the air, creating an intoxicating symphony. His every thrust found that sweet, sensitive spot within you, igniting waves of pleasure as the tip of his dick massaged that spongy place. Simultaneously, his skilled fingers danced over your sensitive clitoris, sending electric pulses of ecstasy through your body, while his teasing grip on your hardened nipples pushed you ever closer to a euphoric bliss.

"So good and so tight, fuck, Y/N, fuck," Choso moaned behind you, his head roled back a little. "I'm gonna cum, I'm gonna cum."

In an instant, Choso quivered with intensity, delivering one last powerful thrust into the depths of your wetness. The force of his movement was so overwhelming that it caused you to lose your balance, making you stagger forward. At that very moment, you could feel the scorching heat of his hot seed spurt into your cunt, filling you completely. It was this ecstatic rush that tipped you over the edge, igniting a second climax that surpassed the first in its sheer intensity.

Your inner muscles clenched tightly around Choso's remarkable length, coaxing out every last drop of his cum, which surged forth, spilling into your longing cunt. The sheer elatedness of the moment left you both gasping, lost in the intoxicating throes of passion.

After an exhilarating encounter, the two of you found yourselves on the couch, both panting heavily. You reclined on your back, the rise and fall of your chest mirroring your deep, labored breaths. Choso, his own breath ragged, turned over and nestled his head gently against your bosom, seeking solace in the tender connection you shared.

"You're fucking amazing," he stated. "I believe I should encourage you to engage in more argments with me," he quipped, a playful glint in his eye. "You're becoming incredibly passionate afterward, my sweet Y/N."

Tagging: @roast-toast @bestliarr

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swanlikely · 20 days ago

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Current Brainrot: Being Heian Period Sukuna's Concubine!

Author's Note: hiiiiiii fanon sukuna my beloved :333 here's the filthy sukuna smut you all requested! Sorry it's shorter than usual :(( I was crunched for time w/ work and school (Artist & Her Patreon)

not proof-read! (sorry if there are any errors - let me know and i'll fix it!)

CW: AFAB! reader, usage of she/her, pet names, degradation, choking, oral (f! receiving), sukuna's glorious stomach tongue.

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You were Ryomen Sukuna's concubine, his most favored one. So much so that since he met you, no other woman had caught his eye. Sukuna was a vile and nasty man, some would even call him evil, but what he was doing to you in this moment was pure, unadulterated debauchery.

You were trapped beneath Sukuna's imposing frame, his six powerful limbs encasing you completely. The soft, plush cot beneath you felt worlds apart from the sheer muscle of the man above. With a cocky smile and an cocked brow, Sukuna looked terrifyingly alluring.

"What were you doing, little mouse?" Sukuna growled, his sharp teeth grazing the sensitive skin of your neck. A thrill ran down your spine as you arched toward him involuntarily, your body responding to his every touch. Two of his powerful hands gripped your plush hips, their strength undeniable, while the other two pressed you firmly against the hard, robed expanse of his crotch. The heat radiating from him was exhilarating, making it impossible to think of anything but him.

"Nothing," you whimpered, pushing against him. Your hips squirmed desperately, seeking any form of friction against his hard body, the need for contact driving you into insanity. He throbbed against your bare cunt.

"Is that so?" he scoffed, yanking one hand from your hips and wrapping it around the base of your neck. He squeezed just enough to make you gasp, his touch strong yet careful not to leave a mark. "You're such a lying whore," he laughed.

"You were touching yourself without my permission," he spoke, each word like a dagger of venom. His grip around your neck loosened, and he reeled back to take a look at you. You were already a gasping, needy mess—stark naked, dripping, legs spread just for him.

He could eat you up.

"Maybe I need to show you real pleasure," Sukuna hummed, a rare softness gracing his features. Your gaze traced the intricate black markings that adorned his body, starting from his collarbones and trailing down to the bold pattern across his chest. You halted at his navel, where the mouth etched into his stomach lay open, salivating. "Don't be scared, I won't bite, much," he teased, a predatory glint in his eyes.

He shifted his body closer to you, the mouth on his stomach agape, tongue out, eager to taste you. The tongue started to lap against you, slow and rough, each stroke making your mind go blank. Its size ensured it reached every crevice and fold. You couldn't escape the pleasure, couldn't escape him. His tongue continued its relentless exploration, each stroke bringing you further into a haze of sensation.

"K-kunnnnaaaa," you whined, your voice small and meek. He smiled as he watched you twitch and grind against the tongue, you looked so beautiful. So filthy, so desperate. "That's it, drown in pleasure," he groaned, drawing his face closer to yours. His lips crashed against yours in a frenzied kiss, and he was devouring you with both mouths. You were completely and utterly his, lost in the intensity of the moment.

The tongue lapping against you quickened its pace, the wet muscle moving faster and harder. A moan escaped your lips, muffled by the kiss, and he chuckled in response. You couldn't tell which mouth the sound came from, but the sound was delicious.

He pulled away to admire his handiwork. Your face was a deep shade of crimson, and your tongue lolled out of your mouth, a testament to the pleasure he had wrought.

"So, who makes you feel better?" Sukuna's question dripped with cruelty. Both of you knew the answer—he made you feel like you were teetering on the edge of ecstasy and oblivion. It wasn't even a contest; Sukuna's touch would always triumph over your own nimble fingers. He knew exactly how to make you feel alive.

"Hmm?"

"You d-do, my lord!" you practically squeal, your voice trembling as he devours your cunt. Each movement brings you closer and closer to the edge, and he relishes every second of your unraveling.

Your body is shaking under his touch, every nerve ending aflame with desire. "That's right," he murmurs, his voice a dark, seductive whisper.

"Only I can make you feel this way." His pace quickens once again, and you can feel yourself spiraling towards the brink. "Cum for me," he commands, his eyes locked onto yours, filled with frightening hunger. You can barely hold on, arching towards him as the pleasure builds to an almost unbearable peak. His grip tightens, and you can feel his breath hot against your skin.

Finally, you can't hold back any longer. With a cry of pure bliss, you surrender to the orgasm crashing over you. He watches you intently, a satisfied smirk playing on his lips as he revels in your release.

As you catch your breath, he leans in closer, his lips brushing against your ear. "You know," he teases, "if you keep making those sounds, I might have to devour you all over again."

"My lord!"

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ncttytrack · 10 months ago

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can you please do enhypen with mirror above the bed sex 🫣🫣

omg anooon 😩😫🤞 (I only wrote for heyung line beacue thats what im comfortable with)

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ꕤ Heeseung...where do I even start? I think he would love it tbh, forcing you to look up at yourself getting fucked by him. "Don't you dare close your eyes baby, I want you to see how good I'm fucking you". I swear to goood. I think he also would like looking at himself while fucking into you, espacially in missonary. Why? Because he is so much bigger than you. So looking up at the mirror and visually seeing the size difference between the two of you? That's actually driving him insane. "See how small you are in comparison to me baby? Is my little baby able to take Hees big cock?" Yeah, he would definitely use the mirror to his advantage.

ꕤ I think Jay wouldn't be the one suggesting it tbh, but as soon as you mentioned that it would be exciting to have a mirror over the bed, he made sure to not waste a single day before putting it up. He loooves going down on you while you watch yourself in the mirror. "My sweet baby, do you like when you can see Jay taking care of you?" Jay just knows how good he is at eating pussy. Knowing just exactly where to use his tongue, making small circles on your clit while using his fingers to make it feel better for you. Him knowing that you look at yourself while he eats you out would turn him on soooo much, and beacuse of the mirror you see him everytime eating you out, dry humping his cock into the mattress while his mouth is on your pussy.

ꕤ Jake would be sooo annoying about it tbh. Have probably tried to talk you into the idea of having a mirror over the bed for moooonths. "Please baby, wouldn't it be so fun!" When you finally gave into the idea, oh it would be over for you. Like Heeseung, he loves fucking you while you watch yourself in the mirror. But, I actually think he would actually like to get his dicked sucked the most while looking at himself lmaoo. He would lay down on the mattress, his hand would be in your hair - guiding how you should suck him, all while looking at himself with the biggest smirk on his face. "Shit, oh just like that" "I wish you could see how good you are sucking my cock, princess".

ꕤ Ohhh, Sunghoon would be a dick. Unlike the others, the mirror would already be there. God he loves watching himself while fucking into you. Seeing how powerful and strong he looks manhandling you into hundred different positions. His favorite position is definitely doggy, seeing the way he rams into you is enough for him to fill your pussy up to the brim. His powermove would definitely be grabbing your neck from behind in doggy and using his strength to make you stand on your knees and lean on him, forcing you to look up at yourself getting fucked. "You see that kitten, you see how good my big cock fucks into your tight little pussy". He would be sooo mean, making you watch yourself cry from all his insults. "Is my poor little kitten crying, was Hoonie too mean to his little baby, hm?"

#enhypen #enhypen smut #enhypen hard hours #enhypen hyung line #enhypen imagines #enhypen x reader #enha smut #enhypen fanfiction #heeseung smut #sunghoon smut #jay smut #jake smut #enhypen hard thoughts

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lovelyhan · 1 year ago

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kai… my love, my most beloved and precious kai.. imagine inflection point cheol pulling you into the locker room after his teammates leave to warm up so that he can fuck you against his locker because he says it brings him good luck before a game.. and while you’re watching him play, hannie notices that a little bit of cheols cum is dropping down your thigh so he pulls you into the bathroom of your private seating area and he fucks cheols cum back inside of you and then stuffs you with his cum as well.. and when cheol greets you after the game with sloppy kisses cause he needs to fuck the adrenaline of winning out he notices you’re full of more cum then he left you with and he gets all pouty because you and hannie went to fuck instead of watching him play (and maybe he decides to be mean to the both of you that night with rough sex that leaves you and hannie completely dumb and sore…)

(love from inflection points #1 fan)

SC & JH — 02:55

you're insane. you're crazy. why would you leave this here? have you thought about my wellbeing??????

warnings: established poly, mlm undertones, smut (MINORS DNI)

a request for the inflection point series!

even when you dated him the first time, you were well aware that choi seungcheol is nothing short of insane.

but for your multimillionaire athlete of a boyfriend to purposely stay behind when all his teammates were headed to the field for a reason like this?

honestly? you completely expected it.

"this pretty pussy's just what i needed, baby," seungcheol rasps into your ear as he drives his aching cock into you with ruthless precision. "my little good luck charm."

you respond with a moan muffled into the palm of your clammy hand as your boyfriend pounds you into the cool metal of the lockers. unfortunately for you, this isn't the first time seungcheol was shameless enough to lie to his team—saying that he needed to have a word with you first before catching up for pre-game warm-ups.

of course, none of the other boys bought their captain's lie. you could've sworn you heard mingyu bet on how long seungcheol is going to take this time with wonwoo, but that's besides the point, really.

"remember when you used to kiss me for good luck before my games back in high school?" he chuckles, mouthing at the curve of your neck.

"t-this...this isn't just kissing, cheol," you mewl when he sucks at the skin above your thrumming pulse, arching your back against the vertical surface behind you as seungcheol paws at your tits through an old jersey of his that you repurposed into a crop top. "hurry up! hannie's already waiting for me, you horny idiot!"

your walls squeeze around his length like a vice—your juices squelching with each pass into your tight cunt. neither of you have enough time to fool around whenever seungcheol gets in the mood for a quickie in the locker rooms, so it's a good thing your boyfriend knows you well enough to make you come in record time.

his cock slams into you even harder when he crushes his mouth back onto yours—swallowing your lovely little moans as heavy balls slap against your mound. your skirt's more than ruffled at this point, but you can't bring yourself to care when he fucks you so good.

"you're squeezing so tight around me, sweetheart," he sighs against your lips—eyes glazed with equal parts lust and adoration as he hooks both of your thighs across his elbows. "you can pretend all you want how much you're in a hurry, but your cunt's telling me another story. my baby wants me to take my sweet time stuffing her full, huh?"

his blatant display of strength is so fucking hot, the pleasure he's giving you merely intensifies. seungcheol smirks when he feels your pussy flutter around his length—loving the way your eyes nearly roll to the back of your skull as he wrecks you in the name of good fortune.

"y-your cock's too big, cheolie," you mewl, biting your bottom lip to keep your moans from spilling out.

"too big? but weren't you the little minx who insisted that she could take me and jeonghan in her tiny pussy at the same time?" he taunts, quoting something you blurted out in a fucked out delirium sometime ago. "suddenly can't take it when i'm splitting you open anymore? what happened to all that spunk, baby?"

"quit stalling and just come inside me, jerk!"

seungcheol heaves another condescending laugh before pressing a firm kiss on your lips.

"gonna fill you up and you'll go sit right next to han during my game with your pussy dripping with my cum. make sure you don't waste a single drop, okay beautiful?"

you're far from your own release but it's the last thing on your mind when you're working on a time limit. nonetheless, you still preen at the feeling seungcheol twitch inside you before his thick cum gushes into your cunt in white hot spurts. you love it when he claims you like this—painting you in colors only he can mix together.

your athlete boyfriend does the honors of helping you put your underwear back on—making sure to pull the cotton taut against your ruined cunt to make you feel just how much he came inside you. the bastard even pats your pussy over the fabric with a sleazy smile.

"don't waste a drop, alright?"

"there you are."

jeonghan's relieved tone makes you a little guilty when he welcomes you to the private viewing deck he rented out in the stadium. while you typically enjoyed being surrounded by the defeating cheers of other onlookers in the stands, it's nice to have your own private space after what seungcheol just put you through.

"the game's about to start. i was starting to wonder where you ran off to this time." jeonghan pouts before helping you to your seat by the wide viewing glass.

you feel your face flush several shades darker, wondering if you did a good enough job at straightening yourself out in the restroom before hurrying over here. if jeonghan notices your internal distress, he doesn't show it.

today's game is a fundraiser of sorts for helping aspiring athletes who can't afford to go to prestigious sports universities in the country. the company that you and jeonghan work for is one of the main sponsors for the event, but even if it wasn't, you'd still be more than happy to watch one of seungcheol's games with him.

at least, that would be the case if you weren't squirming in your seat every ten seconds.

jeonghan, ever-so keen with your mannerisms, glances at you five minutes into the first half.

"you okay, sweetheart?" your boss-turned-boyfriend murmurs. "you're looking a little flushed. and sweaty. should i turn up the ac?"

you shake your head vigorously, pressing your thighs together as you hold back any lewd noises from the sensation of seungcheol's cum seeping out of your entrance. "n-no, i'm good, hannie. i'm just a little worn out from running all the way here."

the look on his face tells you he isn't convinced by your reasoning, but by the grace of whatever gods are out there, jeonghan lets it slide.

ten minutes in, your high-strung body is starting to cool down—the need for release that pulsed heavily in your core now subsiding into a dull ache. you manage to follow seungcheol's form around the field without wanting to kill him for leaving you high and dry.

thirty minutes in, jeonghan places a hand on your thigh—a gesture you don't really think twice about because he's always liked offering up the comfort of his touch even when you don't ask for it.

by the time the second half starts, that seemingly innocent hand starts to creep up your skirt.

"oh? so that's why," he chuckles when he finally discovers the mess between your thighs. "should've known cheol whisked you off for his new pre-game ritual again."

you can't help the way your thighs inch further apart as jeonghan massages your slit through your soiled underwear, making even more of seungcheol's release dribble out of your hole.

"hannie," you plead without really knowing what you're asking for.

your boss lets out a soft laugh, leaning in to plant a chaste kiss on your nose all while he starts building up your arousal all over again. "what is it, baby? our boyfriend's cum wasn't enough for you? greedy girl."

you shake your head, pawing at his chest to tug him closer. "didn't come..."

"hm? what's that?"

oh, fuck it.

disregarding the possibility of being seen by others outside the viewing deck, you slide yourself over to jeonghan's lap—facing him with a pathetically horny look on your face as you grind your hips into his. seungcheol's cum easily seeps through your panties and onto jeonghan's trousers, but your boss is the last person to scold you for such promiscuous behavior.

"cheol didn't make me come," you whine as jeonghan's hands rest against your hips. "wanna come so bad, hannie. need it. need you."

jeonghan shakes his head with an amused laugh as you continue grinding yourself onto his hardening length.

"one of the company's best employees, reduced into a cockdrunk mess on my lap," your lover tuts before thrusting his hips to give you the friction you craved. "want me to take you right here? where everyone can see?"

you do. god, you really fucking do, but—

"bathroom?" you ask meekly, and it jeonghan springs into action in a heartbeat.

your boyfriend forgoes all the foreplay he'd typically resort to when he's about to split you in half on his cock—knowing full well that the passage will be much too easy with how much cheol left you to deal with.

"he's such a selfish little bastard sometimes, no?" jeonghan sighs with false sympathy as he props you up against the sink—the sound of him unzipping his trousers like music to your ears. "pulls our princess to the side to fuck her and doesn't even think about making her come? he left such a filthy mess behind, too."

you nod a little mindlessly, practically drooling at the sight if jeonghan pumping his length into full hardness. "you'll make me feel good, right hannie?"

your boss flashes you a lazy smile as he slides his cock along your sensitive slit—making those prickles of pleasure flare across your skin once more.

"when have i ever said no to you, darling?"

he slides almost too easily into your velvet heat, cursing at how filthy you feel around him with yours and cheol's combined release coating his length. but this is far from the first time jeonghan's had seungcheol's sloppy seconds, and he easily sets a rhythm that has you curling into his embrace as he fucks your other boyfriend's cum back inside you.

"been a while since we had sex this messy," jeonghan groans, his beautiful face coming into view when he grabs your chin and forces you to meet his gaze. "i fucking love it when your slutty little pussy's filled to the brim. i'm no olympic-level athlete like cheol out there, but i can fuck you until morning if you asked me to, sweetheart."

your trembling fingers manage to find purchase on the front of his neatly pressed button-up, your muscles clenching around jeonghan's thick length as he drives himself into you with fervor that could rival seungcheol's.

"fuck, fuck, fuck," you whimper, lacing your fingers around his nape. "hannie, f-feels so good. so fucking good. wanna come on your cock. please, i'll be good. i'll be so good for you, i promise."

another thing jeonghan likes about fucking you when you're high off your own desperation is how mouthy you get. under normal circumstances, you'd be too embarrassed to start babbling like the cock hungry mess you are right now, so he'll definitely milk this opportunity for all it's worth.

the sight of seungcheol's cum gathering at the base of his cock in a creamy ring nearly makes him come on the spot. the sound that echoes in the tiled walls as jeonghan fucks it all back into you makes his head swim and he knows perfectly well that you're feeling the exact same way.

"our sweet little princess is already so good for us though," he coos, leaning closer so that you can feel his uneven breath on your face. "you let cheol use this cute pussy of yours for some stupid good luck ritual even if he didn't make you come."

he emphasizes the words with a harsh thrust that quite literally drives you up the wall and you croon out his name like it's the only word you know.

"h-hannie," you pant with a line of moisture pooling across your lasbes, desperately bucking your hips to meet his erratic thrusts as you claw your way to the apex of release. "'m so close, fuck. need you harder—deeper."

"demanding as always," he laughs softly before planting another kiss on the tip of your nose. if you weren't so fucking close to tears, you would've protested. "i got you, sweetheart. i'll let you come as many times as you want. our pretty baby deserves as much."

making good on his own promise, jeonghan fucks into you at an angle that has stars dancing in the seams of your vision. your lover sneaks a hand between your joined thighs, rubbing your oversensitive clit in tight circles that have you biting into his clothed shoulder.

your walls start to clench deliciously around his cock as you wrap your legs around his hips to pull him closer—not wanting even a microcosm of space to come between you.

"you're gonna let me come in this sloppy pussy, princess?" he whispers, the breathlessness in his voice betraying his composure. "gonna let me use you like cheol did? don't worry though, darling. unlike him, i won't leave you wanting."

the sincerity in his voice, coupled with the sparks of sensation shooting down your spine every time the pads of his fingers graze your clit it what pushes you over the edge. jeonghan silences your loud moan with a firm kiss, fucking you through your much-anticipated orgasm as he pinpoints his own.

"so fucking good for me, our sweet little baby," he growls as the mess between your thighs drips onto the marble sink. "fucking love how your cunt squeezes around me. i'm so close, darling. do you want me to—"

jeonghan's words are interrupted with an open-mouthed kiss as you slide your hot tongue against his. "give it to me, hannie," you breathe without pulling away, fingers threading themselves into his messy hair. "want your cum with cheol's. wanna be filled with both of you."

oh, he's only a man and you're one of the two best things that ever happened to him. how could he not heed your wishes?

as promised, jeonghan releases into your abused cunt with a guttural noise, hips never ceasing as he pumps his load inside you. you feel so full—both of your lovers' cum mixing in the sloppiest mess you've ever had between your thighs.

yet somehow, just when the two of you finally caught your breath and jeonghan is just about to offer to clean you up, you lower yourself back onto the floor—turning around with shaky legs as you bend over the sink to present the masterpiece they've made out of your cunt.

then, with the most devilishly innocent look you can muster:

"can you give me more, hannie?"

Cheol: where are you guys? you told me you'll both meet me by the locker rooms after the game. don't tell me you left without me :(

Hannie: we're kind of busy, babe

Cheol: ? busy with what?

Cheol: what could be more important than congratulating me after we won the game?

Hannie: [Sent an image.]

Cheol: oh. OH. so THAT'S how it's gonna be

Cheol: having fun without me again... you're both going to get it tonight, mark my words

Hannie: we never complain when you have fun with either of us when the other's not around, big sulky baby

Hannie: and cut her some slack. this one's taken enough cock for today, don't you think?

Cheol: well, i still need to get the adrenaline out of my system. what do you suggest i do about it huh?

Hannie: :)

Hannie: i gladly offer myself as tribute

#svthub #seventeen smut #seungcheol smut #jeonghan smut #scoups smut #seventeen x reader #seungcheol x reader #jeonghan x reader #💘 nova #💭 request #lovelyhan #📝 drabble #tbh this is WAYY too long to be a drabble but 😜

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crimsonbubble · 10 months ago

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Hi! Liu Kang thirst anon, back at it again with another thought about my mans. Like, we all seem to unanimously agree that Liu Kang’s an absolute sweetheart and the softest dom to ever dom, but I kinda want to flip the script a little bit. Like, I want to see what he’d be like if his partner decided to deliberately push his buttons and get him to snap so he’ll punish them. I still don’t see him being mean about it, but I definitely see him as a brat tamer, and I think he’d honestly be amused by their antics. But yeah, if you want to write it, I’d love to see Liu Kang taming a bratty partner, thank you and ily! 💜

cw. nsfw, gn!reader, brat taming, spanking, slight degradation *not proofread, just pure horny

[im crying but not from my eyes]

I love soft dom liu kang

But I also love seeing normally calm and level-headed men snap

Soft dom liu kang has my heart but the thought of him getting irritated enough that he resorts to ‘physically’ disciplining you drives me crazy

First off, it takes a lot to get him angry

And I mean, like a lot

He has an insane amount of patience, given that he is a god

He starts with soft chides and gently redirects you

He laughs along with you as you pull another stunt

But his actions get slightly more harsh as you continue to poke and prod at him

You can see that you’re getting to him by how he crosses his arms over his chest and the tightening clench of his jaw

He gives you barren glances, his tone of voice becoming more stern

But the second you hear the screech of his chair being pushed back as he stands up abruptly, you know you’ve done it

He is quick to drag you over to his desk, holding your wrists against your back as he bends you over the polished wood

Uses his other hand to drag your pants and underwear to rest just below the curve of your ass

The type to say “If you utter a word, I will start over.”

And he’s a man of his word

The second you speak after he starts, he pauses for a moment, letting out a deep breath

He can hear the shit-eating grin on your face as you laugh

He starts again, this time harder than the previous attempt

You interrupt again, but this time he swats at your ass with the strength he has never shown you

The level of strength that he only uses in kombat

You’re sure that he’s gonna leave a mark

He doesn’t stop until there’s a sufficient amount of marks on your ass, tears streaming down your cheeks and pleasurable sobs raking your body

He’ll revert to a calmer mindset and apply a soothing gel to your sore skin

He’ll take care of you before carefully sending you on your way

But don’t worry, he’s nowhere near done with you yet <3

#bubbly speaks <3 #ash answers #bubbly writes <3 #mortal kombat smut #mortal kombat x reader #mortal kombat #mk1 #mk1 2023 #mk x reader #mk x y/n #mk x you #liu kang x reader #liu kang x you #liu kang x y/n #liu kang mk1 #mk liu kang x reader #mk smut

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rizzyu · 5 months ago

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▵▿— Teasing you till you get sober!

— Vox, Mysta, Luca, Ike, Shu x gn!reader

Category: Fluff, a bit suggestive if you squint hard enough

Synopsis: Teasing them when they’re drunk

CW: Alcohol consumption duh, slight cursing

A/N: it feels like 4 years since the last luxiem fic lmao. I have been working on this like a month ago and then forgot about it bc I was busy 💀

VOX AKUMA —▵▿

Vox circled his glass around in his hand, swirling the rich whiskey within the confines of the glass. His eyes were hooded and his face was flushed from the alcohol as he stared at the movement of the drink. Vox slowly closed his eyes, feeling the alcohol tingle throughout his body. “Vox…? Are you drunk already?” You leaned towards his flushed face, watching how tranquil he seemed at that moment.

Vox let a whine escape from his lips as he buried his face in his arms on the bar counter, the warm yet comforting lighting of the bar illuminated his silky black hair. You thread your fingers through his hair, gently scratching his scalp. “I thought you said you aren’t a lightweight.” Vox chuckled sheepishly, “’m not… I’m just sleepy, that’s all…” You leaned closer to him, whispering with a sense of sultry into his ear and sending a pleasant shiver down his spine. “Don’t lie to me Voxy” Vox let out a low groan at the feeling of your warm breath fanning over his skin.

“Darling, you’re driving me fucking insane.”

MYSTA RIAS —▵▿

“Can’t handle a bit of alcohol hmm?”

You cradled your own face in your palm as you poked Mysta’s flushed face, causing him to scoff playfully. “What do you meaaan? ’m not even drunk.” Mysta hiccupped as he spoke in his drunken voice. That was clearly a lie. His flushed face and slurred words told you everything about his tipsy state. “Don’t lie to me, Mysta” You watched him from the side of the bar counter as he swayed from side to side, staring up at the ceiling.

You smirked at his drunk behaviour. “You’re clearly drunk” Mysta furrowed his brows and pouted at you. It took all of your strength to not giggle at him. The way his bottom lip jutted out, all you wanted to do right then and there was to kiss his cute little pout away. You reached out to cradle his face, thumb tenderly caressing his flushed cheekbones. Mysta whined as he continued swaying around aimlessly. “Look at how cute you look right now~” You cooed before placing a gently kiss on his lips.

“Now we can’t let you walk home like this can we? Let me take care of you.”

LUCA KANESHIRO —▵▿

"Today's job was so unpog…"

You softly giggled at Luca's drunken state and slurred complaints as you watched him hunched over the bar counter, playing with his glass. “Why, what happened?” Luca furrowed his brows and jutted out his bottom him to form a pout. “Those guys won’t tell us anything despite everything we did…” You blinked in curiosity at Luca talking about his mafia work before chuckling sheepishly. “Am I really allowed to hear this…?” Luca flicked his finger at the glass, making a clinking noise.

“It’s whatever… I have nothing to hide from you.” You smirked in response, a mischievous glint appeared in your eyes, “Are you just too drunk hide any confidential information?” Luca crossed his arms over his chest. “What do you meaaaan? I’m a responsible bosss and I’mmmm…” Luca slowly drifted off mid-sentence and began swaying side to side. You chuckled before leaning forward to press a short kiss on his cheek. Luca pulled back with widened eyes and an even redder face. “W-w-what was that??”

You had your face in your palms as you sent him a mischievous smirk, before leaning forward to litter more kisses all over his flushed face. “You’re so cute when you’re drunk~” Luca whine as he tried to squirm out of your grasp.

“Luca stop moving, you’re not going anywhere till you forget everything unpog at work today.”

IKE EVELAND —▵▿

A loud crash radiated throughout the comforts of your home and broke you out of your tranquil state. Your eyes snapped open, and your gaze averted to the broken glass on the floor. Ike had his cheek pressed against the coffee table, his face flushed and clearly drunk. “Ike…?” You called out his name, voice coated in the remnants of sleep. Ike slowly lifted his head from the table and mumbled random gibberish. You snickled behind your palm at his adorable drunken state.

“Ike, are you so drunk that you just broke a glass?” you teased him, causing him to whine. “Did I…? ‘m sorryyy…” You smiled softly at his slurred response before seating yourself on his lap and reached up to cup his flushed face, thumbs gently caressing his cheekbones. “It’s alright, we can clean it up later. Look how drunk you are right now~” Ike furrowed is brows and pouted, cheeks flushed with the alcohol running through his system.

You snickered and helped him take his golden rimmed glasses off. “Look how much you’re blushing! Awww…” Ike whined and buried his face in the crook of your neck in embarrassment. “mmnn… shut uuup Y/N…” You pressed a tender little peck on his ear and whispered.

“Mm… not gonna, you’re to cute to not tease.”

SHU YAMINO —▵▿

Shu softly whined as he clung onto your arm, refusing to let you go as if you're his last lifeline. Murmuring absolute gibberish, he nuzzled impossibility closer to you.

What an amusing sight, the usual dignified and responsible Shu Yamino acting like a sleepy child once intoxicated in alcohol. You gently nudged him with your elbow, causing more soft whines to escape through his lips. "Shuuu~ What happened to 'I won't get drunk'?" Shu buried his flushed face into the crook of your neck, savoring that warmth radiating from your soft skin as he responded in a muffled voice. "I tooold youu... 'm not drunk.." You chuckled at his slurred words and pressed a kiss at the sensitive spot on his neck before whispering against his skin.

“Yes you areeee~ And look at how tipsy you are right now, this isn’t something I get to see often.” He lifted his head from the crook of your neck, a little pout adorning his lips. “Stop thatttttt” The poor boy whined like a child once again while clinging onto your clothes, fisting the fabric in his hands. With a mischievous grin on your face, you cupped Shu’s face in your hands before peppering kisses all over him. First his cheeks, then his forehead, his eyes, his nose and finally one on his pouting lips.

“I’m not gonna till you get sober.”

#riyugu writing #yorutenshi riyugu #nijisanjien #nijisanji x reader #luxiem #luxiem x reader #vox akuma #vox akuma x reader #mysta rias #mysta rias x reader #luca kaneshiro #luca kaneshiro x reader #ike eveland #ike eveland x reader #shu yamino x reader #shu yamino #nijisanji

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missmarveledsblog · 3 months ago

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THE BABYSITTING TRAP (18+)

Summary: the gang made a plan to set steve up and Y/n hopper up, did they expect it to go so well ?

Warning : smut , soft dom steve , praise kink , daddy kink , hair pulling , spanking just steve unleashing his inner eddie to be fair . also everything nancy did and tension during season 4 we're just going to pretend it was us instead. steve being fluffier than his hair . this is 18+ minors not welcome

As far as failed night go , he was starting to think this was possibly could be the best night of his life. All he had to do was well tell her how he felt . which kinda was hard to do watching to move around her trailer wearing his t-shirt making them popcorn to watch a movie alone , together . the girl of his dreams , one that stood by everything , one who appreciated him . little thing she would do told him as much when they were hanging as group. she stop them teasing him about his failed love life , made sure eddie didn't eat his favourite snacks if he was running late , hell even having his favourite snacks there . how she would actually listen to what he had to say during the whole upside down situation . checking his wounds and making sure everything was healing or cleaned properly. how when he was pulled under water she was straight in after .. maybe shit he was idiot . the kids were right and it was right in front of him the whole time . he for once didn't think of his action , when she came over he helped her with placing the things down not before pulling her on to his lap and cuddling her close , god her giggles made his day, a melody he could listen to on repeat he was sure of it . " what has gotten into you harrington, not that i'm complaining " her smile , that damned smile could make anyone's day brighter . " something that took me way too long to do " he said proud his voice didn't squeak or waver . " and what would that be " god he had the usually confident teasing yet kind and caring y/n nervous. " taking that step , a step we both wanted , to finally stop kidding myself and finally go after the girl i want so bad it physically hurts sometimes , making sure no one can take her away " he smiled leaning up and capturing her lips with his . she wanted to punch herself the shit she used to say about how ridiculous movie kissing was bullshit . she could literally eat her words with how wrong she was . how his lips against hers felt like they were meant to be there . two puzzle pieces connect to reveal the whole picture. souls reconnecting after eternity searching for each other , nerves coming to life , fire work the lot .

Needing air they reluctantly pulled back , both shit eating grins on there faces . " about time harrington i was beginning to lose hope " she sighed dramatically head falling against his chest. " hey you could have said something you know " he defended finger lifting her chin to make her eyes align with his . " maybe i was scared " she bit her lip which wasn't a lie , she'd been the same telling the group they were seeing things . " well i was was terrified , i mean imagine losing this beautiful , kind , sweetheart , kinda an asshole sarcastic woman and one of my best friends because i told her i love her so much it drive me insane" he bared it all everything he was feeling over the years . " wait love " she sat up looking at him fully searching his eyes making sure it wasn't some stupid prank between him and the kids or eddie . " love like full blown burn the world down for you love " he repeated . what words failed , actions didn't she crashed her lips against his hungrily showing him how much she loved him , how he made her go on when she thought she couldn't , how he gave her the strength to fight when she felt weak . steve harrington held a place in her heart since the moment she met him , those puppy brown eyes had her locked , hook , line and sinker . she pulled the back of his neck in a bid to get closer , while her skin burned with a need only he could satisfy . a quick turn of positions and she was now straddling the man she dreamed about for so long . steve kissed back harder like she was his only source of oxygen while his hands land on her hip pulling her closer . like it was on instinct her hips rolled making the man under let out the sexiest almost primal moan she had ever heard . it was surreal she had steve the hair harrington moaning beneath her . " if we gonna do this baby girl then we are going to need that bed of yours " a husk almost whisper against her ear making her whimper. steve harrington made her give out the neediest whimper something she wasn't aware could happen. " take me to bed steve " she moaned feeling his strain against his jeans .

without be breaking the kiss , he lifted her effortlessly up off the chair , holding her steady as he kissed down her neck the t-shirt he love seeing on her was now in his way . she could feel her skin almost burn with desire pulling the shirt over her head showing the pink lace bra hiding underneath . " i definitely died and now in heaven" he teased kissed down her chest as he hand pushed her bedroom door open and kicking it closed . laying her softly on the bed as she pulled her shorts off . " eager are we " he smirked seeing the lust blown eyes , kiss bitten lips and it was all for him . " please steve fuck touch me , kiss me do something " she kneeled before him pulling him by his waist band . "yeah i died and this is heaven " he growled pushing her on her back while giving her almost a bruising kiss . licking , biting down her neck as he unclasped her bra sitting up to admire her , the dream he had were nothing in comparison to the real deal. " fuck you are so beautiful baby girl " his hand giving teasing pinches to her now hardened peaks . " oh you like that huh baby" he grin bowing his head . at first it teasing kitten licks , before a hiss broken moan came from her lips feeling him sucking and biting her nipples soft mouth making her core throb with a need . her panties drenched at the way he handled her in such as short space of time. she felt a fire burn deeper when his kissing began to continue down her body . even touch of his lips felt like her wildest dreams coming to life yet it still wasn't enough she needed more of him , all of him . " can i take these off" he asked a false coyness lilt to his deep husky voice. " fuck yes please i need you " she whimpered . " oh baby girl daddy's gonna take care of you , be a good girl and sit back while i eat this little pussy of yours, can you do that " fuck this was definitely a dream ." yes daddy i'll be good " . she hissed feeling his finger sliding up and down painful slow yet not even where she wanted . " all this for me such a good girl ..mmm you taste fucking heavenly i knew you would my sweet beautiful girl " he moaned tongue swirling tasting her slick . never did he think he would have her tasting so sweet on his tongue dancing on his taste buds it was safe to say he was already addicted. " mm fuck daddy " she cried feeling his tongue swirl around her puffy clit sending her head crashing against the pillow the pulling his hair and her back arching at the sensation . steve harrington ate pussy like it was a five course meal and his last meal all in one . she felt her coil tighten and windup so tight she almost screamed when it snapped making his actions faster lapping up her orgasim . " fuck i'm doing that daily fucking hell baby you taste so good " he groaned wiping her juices from his face.

" now i need to be in that pussy because i near damn came in my fucking boxers like a little virgin , can i fuck you my sweet girl " he smiled down seeing her blissed out face. she couldn't speak all her mind consisted of was him and him needing to be inside her . " too cock drunk speak that's ok daddy will take care of you " he growled teasing his cock through her folds coating him up ,underestimating his own control but slowly he began pushing in , feeling the softness of her walls it was like she was made for him and him alone . she couldn't help the pleading and begging that flew out of her mouth nor if someone told her this would happen she'd laugh in their face yet here she was doing just that . " FUCK" she cried as he began to thrust hitting spots in her body she never knew where there , her nails scraping down his back in a bid to pull him closer anyway she could but what surprised her most was when he pinned her hands above her head , fucking her into the mattress like it was his main goal in life turning her on more that she even thought was possible . babbles and moans filling the room along with the filthiness spewing from the mans mouth . " daddy fuck just like that " she cried wanting to grab him but hell even the restricted movement made it better somehow. he let go of her hands gliding them down pinching her nipples as he passed them before he began circling her clit . " we cum together baby i can feel it " he growled as she clenched around . " now " his thrust sloppy then she felt his cum filling her up painting ever part of her cervix as she herself clenched down milking ever part of it . " fuck that was...." she panted . " totally happening every chance we get .. i totally agree" he joked pulling out of her. " steve you know i love you too right .. so much it drives me insane " she leaned up lasily kissing him as he pulled her to his chest .

bonus :

" i'm not going in there but it's safe to say the plan worked and dustin is traumatise " robin nodded face in pure disgust. " who knew harrington was a kinky fuck " eddie smirked . " can we please just go " dustin whispered . " come on we can get the money of steve for therapy " robin led him toward eddies van . " HARRINGTON YOU ARE MY HERO " eddie yelled in . " munson come on before henderson barfs in your van " robin hissed.

#steve harrington x you #steve harrington smut #steve harrington fluff #joe keery #steve harrington x reader #stranger thing fanfic #stranger things #stranger things fanfiction #robin buckley #eddie munson #dustin henderson #eleven #mike wheeler #nancy wheeler #jonathan byers #joyce byers #jim hopper

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kacievvbbbb · 3 months ago

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I’m not someone that particularly cares about a ship being canon or not, in fact I would rather the media I consume have no romance at all (giving my blog confusing yes I know)

But there is something about the canon ties between Shanks and Mihawk that drives me feral with need to see what their whole deal is.

Because like there are so many little inconsequential details that when taking separately seem pathetic and weak. But then put together it feels like it paints the picture of a larger undeniable connection and understanding between two wildly different men.

The fact that their main color is both red (Mihawk’s is a more wine dark red than Shanks’ bright red and a little more “subtle” given that Shanks is literally called red hair) but even then their main symbols, their identifying features, are red! Mihawk’s eyes and Shanks hair (yes while I love the gold and think that’s better I cannot ignore the fact that Oda consistently colors in Mihawk’s eyes red even though the gold is infinitely more popular)

They have the same birthday, are practically the same height, both with the promises to our two main protagonists to meet them at the top with a parting “gift”, both serve as a mentor to the protagonist (mihawk literally thought zoro how to kill him 😭), both with the bird(ish) iconography.

The fact that Mihawk, Mihawk! A man whose introduction was that he didn’t care much about anything and caused destruction on a whim, cares enough about what Shanks thinks to mentally apologize before trying to kill luffy (what the fuck).

The fact that whitebeard felt the need to reference his duel with Mihawk in his conversation with Shanks, despite not really being very relevant to the conversation and the fact that this is the first we’ve seen shanks in years and it is brought up in the same context as his relationship with Buggy (an already established relationship) reveals his relationship to Roger seems to point to the fact that this duel between Mihawk and Shanks is an important relationship to shanks. It couldn’t just be to show strength because he was about to clash with whitebeard the strongest man. It’s also hard to notice that those two relationships didn’t end particularly well for shanks.

Also the fact that it was Mihawk out of every character , Mihawk that brought luffy’s bounty to Shanks. Something he obviously knew would mean a lot to him. I used to think the scene was just there to show us how big a deal Shanks actually is like look at that fun childish alcoholic gang inspired our main hero? He’s actually a super big deal and he used to spar with the strongest character by far we had seen at that point (it wasn’t even close) and they fought on equal footing. It added a new layer of mystery to Shanks.

But it’s also the fact that even now with Mihawk’s bounty Shanks was mentioned and he’s the only one who this was mentioned for. Crocodile is just for his df and intelligence and they don’t mention that he literally tried and almost succeeded in subjugating a country and he was beat by luffy “or smoker given how many marines actually know the truth” even buggy who was literally Shanks’ sworn brother under the pirate king doesn’t get a mention like that. But Shanks and this duel is so integral to Mihawk’s character that it’s mentioned along with the only other long lasting fact we know about him and that is that he is the World’s Strongest Swordsman. Isn’t that fucking insane.

And like I feel insane scrapping all these details together as proof of something because they are all (besides the duel) the barest bones of a connection but god it is actually driving me insane.

And I’m not saying Mishanks is going to become canon or that it should or that I even particularly want it too. What I do want is to see how deeply these two are connected. What are these red strings of fate tying them to each other. Why can’t apparently ten years of little contact sever it? I swear to god if it’s actually nothing much I will lose my fucking mind. If nothing ever comes of all of this I will actually go insane. How can some people look at this and not see foreshadowing!?!?!!

#me being dragged a way in a straight jacket #I’m not insane you’re insane!#Is this what you want Oda?!? Is this what you desired?!?#I’m obsessed with the slutty insanely powerful middle aged swordsmen #is this what you want from me?!?!#no but seriously for how much they talk about the duel to the fact that it’s one of the o my things we know for certain about Mihawk #we definetly need a rematch #the way whitebeard talk about it makes it seem like it was less a bunch of friendly little duels #and more one big duel that shook the world #or maybe a mix of both #it’s so prevalent that it’s literally part of Mihawk’s little after episode bio thing #and emphasis on not resolved #I don’t know what to tell you Oda but those middle aged men need to fight #I don’t make the rules #throwing thoughts to the void #one piece #dracule mihawk #hawkeye mihawk #op #mishanks #akagami no shanks #red hair shanks #can you tell I’m having trouble sleeping?#akataka #mihawk x shanks #one piece theory #one piece thoughts #shipping #Oda not mention that Shanks and Mihawk knew each other/used to fight #challenge impossible

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adiraargent · 1 month ago

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Challenge - Levi Ackerman

Levi Ackerman x reader

The walls of the barracks were quiet, the only sounds the distant clanging of blades and the soft whispers of soldiers preparing for another day. You leaned against the cool stone, watching the light shift through the narrow windows, contemplating your place in this relentless world.

Levi Ackerman had always been an enigma. His presence commanded respect, yet he often kept others at arm’s length. You admired his strength and resilience but struggled to decipher the layers beneath his stoic exterior. You’d had your eyes on him for a while, sure he was a bit mean and had a resting bitch face, but he was tidy and he was handsome. His cold eyes and smooth skin… his soft hair, the way his muscles showed through his uniform when he moved even just a little bit

One evening, as the sun dipped below the horizon, casting long shadows across the training yard, you found yourself alone with him. He was cleaning his blades, each movement deliberate and precise. You hesitated before approaching, the air thick with unspoken words.

“Why do you linger?” he asked, not looking up from his task. You stood up straight, hoping he hadn’t noticed the way that you had been staring at him while you pretended to be busy cleaning your boots.

“I was just—” You fumbled, heart racing. “I wanted to see if you needed help.”

He finally glanced at you, his piercing gaze locking onto yours. “Help? I can handle my own equipment.” You gnawed at the inside of your lip, worried this was a bad idea.

You nodded, swallowing hard. “I know. I just thought… maybe we could talk?”

He sighed, placing his blade down. “Talk about what?” He looked at you, his heart thumping a little bit faster than usual. He knew you well, you were in his squad and had spoken many times, he really liked talking with you, though he didn’t plan on admitting that of course.

You hesitated again, then took a step closer. “About everything. The fights, the losses… and us.”

A flicker of surprise crossed his face, quickly masked by indifference. “There is no ‘us.’ There’s the mission and the people we protect. Focus on that.” He had already lost so much, he knew he wouldn’t be able to deal with the pain of losing someone so close to him, so he made sure to keep you at a distance all these years, constantly reminding himself not to grow any attachments.

His words stung, but you refused to back down. “You think I can’t care about both? You’re not just a soldier to me, Levi.”

For a moment, the air was thick with tension. Levi’s expression softened, just slightly. “I don’t do well with attachments. They only lead to pain.”

“I get that,” you said softly, “but isolating yourself won’t protect you from it.” You shifted your weight from leg to leg as you stood anxiously in front of him, trying your best to keep up a confident facade

He studied you, as if searching for something. “You don’t understand the weight of this world.” He was right, you’d been on his squad for only 2 years and somehow you’d always been sent with a group that rarely attracted the attention of any titans. ‘Lucky’ you had called yourself, though hearing that someone you were close too wasn’t coming home was enough to make you want to die every time.

“Maybe I don’t, but I want to share that weight with you. You don’t have to carry it alone.” You didn’t know everything your captain had gone through, but you knew he’d seen stuff that was enough to drive an ordinary man completely insane.

He stood, the space between you suddenly feeling charged with unspoken emotions. “You think you can change my mind?”

“I think you deserve to feel something other than pain. Just let me in.” Levi shuddered slightly at your words, his gaze softening ever so slightly.

A long pause stretched between you, the silence echoing your heart’s desperate plea. Finally, he stepped closer, the distance shrinking. “You’re persistent.”

“Is that a bad thing?”

Levi’s lips curled into a rare, almost imperceptible smile. “It’s annoying.”

You chuckled softly, relief washing over you. “Maybe I can live with that.”

He held your gaze for a heartbeat longer before stepping back, the barrier still there but slightly more permeable. “Just remember: I’m not easy to love.”

You met his eyes with determination. “I’m not afraid of a challenge.”

With a slight nod, Levi turned back to his blades, but the tension in the air had shifted. You knew it wouldn’t be easy, but for the first time, you felt the possibility of something more—a connection forged in the fires of battle and tempered by understanding.

And as the last light of day faded, you stood by his side, ready to face whatever came next together.

#adiraargent #fluff #levi ackerman #levi aot #captain levi #fluff prompts #writing prompt #anime fluff #levi x reader #levi attack on titan #levi x you #attack on titan #attack on prime #animefluff #anime headcanons #anime

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marvelfanfn2187a113 · 1 year ago

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A Broken Outing

Sam and Dean Winchester x little sister!reader

Requested by Anonymous

Synopsis: a mishap on a fun trip to the park leads to Sam and Dean comforting their injured little sister.

“The park?” Dean sounded dubious as he glanced in the backseat to make sure you were asleep. “Why?”

Sam sighed. “We’ve been on the road for days, Dean. She needs to run around, and the motel parking lot won’t cut it. C’mon man, she’s just a kid, she needs a break, and we all need fresh air. It’s only five minutes from the motel.”

Dean was silent for a long moment. He had been a little obsessive in the search for a job lately, and tensions in the car had been high for the past day. Some fresh air really couldn’t hurt, especially if it syphoned off some of the energy that had been electrifying you and driving the boys insane.

“Are we there yet?” Your voice from the back seat startled Dean out of his thoughts.

“Almost, kid.”

“You said that forever ago,” you whined, rubbing your eyes.

“We’re really close, promise,” Sam said before Dean could respond. Dean was quick to get impatient with attitude, but Sam understood. You were just a little kid with a lot of energy, and you never slept well in the car.

Your face scrunched up in discontent, but thankfully you didn’t cry.

“Sammy and me were thinking,” Dean began reluctantly. “There’s a park really close to the motel and—“

Dean hadn’t even finished his sentence, but you suddenly sat up straight, your eyes lighting up.

“A park? Can we go, please can we go?”

“Tell you what,” Dean relented. “If you don’t ask me if we’re there yet anymore, then when we get there we’ll take you.”

You were completely silent for the rest of the ride.

…

“Ok kid,” Dean helped you unbuckle your seatbelt, as you were bouncing around too much to get it off yourself. “You’ve got one hour, have at it.”

“Thank you!” You squealed as you ran away from Dean and towards the giant slide.

Sam chuckled softly as he stepped up next to his brother. “See? This won’t be so bad.”

“Yeah, yeah,” Dean grunted, making his way towards one of the benches.

The stubborn frown on Dean’s face struggled to remain there as he watched you. It had been far too long since he’d seen you smile like that.

“Is she tall enough for that?” Dean looked up at Sam’s question to see you clinging onto the monkey bars. You stretched one arm out to grab the next bar, but you were too short. Dean was just about to go help you down, but stopped when he saw what you were doing. You didn’t fall, instead you readjusted your grip on the bar and tried a new strategy. Instead of reaching for one bar while holding the one behind you, you swung your whole body and let go completely. It worked, and you grabbed onto the next bar, repeating that method each time.

“She’s pretty good at that,” Sam commented. Unfortunately, he spoke too soon.

You swung again, releasing the bar behind you and stretching your arms out for the next one…

Your little fingers struck the bar, but you’d tired your grip strength out by then, and you couldn’t hold on.

The little grip you had managed to get on the bar only hurt you, because it meant that when you fell, your body twisted at a strange angle. You landed hard on your arm, and the brothers were up in an instant at your strangled cry of pain.

Sam, with his monstrously long legs, got to you first, Dean right behind him.

“Hey honey. Shh, you’re ok, you’re ok.” Sam focused on soothing you while Dean examined your arm.

On simple touch to your arm had you wailing in pain, and Dean pulled away quickly while Sam held you in his lap, careful not to jostle your arm.

“I know, I know honey I’m sorry,” he breathed.

“Broken, definitely,” Dean sighed. “There’s a hospital just a few miles away, we passed it. Let’s go.”

Sam carried you to the Impala, taking extra care not to move you too much. He put you down in your seat, buckling you in carefully before jumping into the passenger’s seat.

“It’s gonna be alright, baby,” Dean turned to look at you as he spoke. “You’re gonna be just fine, just hang in there.”

Dean could tell by the way your face was scrunched up and your lips were pursed that you were trying not to cry. It wasn’t a very successful attempt, and though you weren’t making much noise, tears were streaming down your face. But Dean was so proud of you for the effort.

Tough kid, he thought as he turned back in his seat and started for the hospital.

…

“De, Sammy, look!”

The boys had hardly stepped into your hospital room before you were calling out to them.

“What?” Sam asked, coming to stand by your bed.

“I got to pick my cast color!” You waved your purple cast around, an ear-splitting grin on your face.

“Easy, tiger,” Dean chuckled. “Don’t hurt yourself.”

“That’s so cool,” Sam grinned.

“Can you sign it?” You asked, tugging on Dean’s arm.

“You bet,” Dean snatched up the marker you offered him. “Alright baby, where do you want it?”

“Right here,” you pointed. When he was done you held your arm out to Sam, and after he’d signed it you stopped him. “Can you put that on it?” You pointed at Sam’s chest and he looked down, confused.

“Put what?”

“Your tattoo! Can you draw it on my cast?”

“Not a bad idea,” Sam shrugged as he leaned down and began drawing. You had no idea what the tattoo really meant—you were far too young to learn about that—and Sam thought it was cute that you wanted it just because the boys had it.

“All done,” he said after a minute, and you grinned when you looked at it.

“Now we match!”

“We sure do, honey,” Sam said.

“Hey Sammy?” You asked.

“Yeah?”

“Can we go back to the park now?”

Sam and Dean didn’t hesitate.

“No!”

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