#i may or may not have a hand k*nk anyway

[youokaybucky]

Okay I'm obsessed when Austin is empty handed because the boy talks with his hands and it's so adorable. But also damn look at those hands 👀🥵

In conclusion, never let him hold anything. Let him use his hands pls. Let him talk with those gorgeous hands.

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[takes1]

asahi x feral reader w/ a size k!nk

this was indulgent for me. asahi is def a favorite of mine. idk where the kuroo's little sister idea really stems from, but it just came to me and worked with my prompt (mostly adding conflict/humor). thirsty lead-up to some pay-off smut

warnings. asahi thirst. eventual smut. minors DNI info. lite!nsfw to future smut / gentle giant!asahi / asahi appreciation / size kink / kuroo's sister!reader / kuroo cockblocking / 860 words / multi-part smut so reply to be added to taglist! haikyuu collection. more here. part two here. part three here. final part here. more links. masterlist. my ao3. requests/submissions: open

Great, hulking muscles slammed a ferocious serve through the other side of the court. An easy point for his team.

Screams of adoration from Karasuno supporters and his own teammates echoed in your ears: Asahi.

Yeah, that was a name you could get used to screaming.

Your jaw was on the floor. Your trembly hands seized the railing to keep your wobbly body barely upright. The sigh you gave felt like it lasted minutes, so when you went to gasp for more air, it sounded like a demented groan.

"I need him biblically," You heard yourself declare.

It may have been the show of force, but there was something about a kind face attached to that weapon of a body that set your senses on fire. You were already crafting plans to seduce him after the game, making fictional arrangements to ensure you could be under him in the shortest wait time possible.

"What?" Your friend laughed at you, a hand on your shoulder to jerk you back to reality.

You were on the opposite side of the court, after all. What you could see of him was through the net.

That was not your team by any means- you were connected to the one in front of you by blood.

"Number 3," You sighed, leaning against the railing. Maybe you'd fall into the court and he could catch you in his big arms. Then, you'd start making out and--

"Yaku??" She laughed.

"No!" You made a disgusted sound, "God, not-- Karasuno number three!"

Her laughter only made you feel like talking to him was as realistic as Nekoma winning right now. With a 7-point difference, it was pretty self-explanatory.

"Yaku's not that bad," She grinned at your eyes rolling all the way back into your skull, "Hey! You've gotta calm down."

Your head was on your arms, crumpled against the railing. There was no chance in Hell you'd let this opportunity slip from your fingers.

The energy pumping through you was straight-up biological.

It was the only explanation for a need that went this deep, so strong that it carried your legs down the stands and into the hallway behind the gymnasium after the game was over.

This deranged arousal only felt out of place when your brother stopped you from moving further down, to where Karasuno was packing their gear up.

"Woahwoahwoah," Kuroo narrowed his eyes at you and spun you around by your shoulder, "Where the hell do you think you're going?"

He knew something was up. There was a sick scheme playing out in your eyes.

He glanced from you, to the rowdy group of giants the next space over, then back to you with a harder look.

"None of your business," You spat, thinking him funny to try to get in your way like this in front of people. He usually acted like you were the dirt on the bottom of his shoe in public.

You only went to his games to spot cute boys, anyway. This time you were actually successful and felt so inclined as to approach said-cute-boy.

"Let go," You wrenched your arm out of his gross, sweaty hand and scoffed, walking off towards Karasuno's beautiful, meaty Ace.

There was a muttered, 'Whatever,' and you knew he didn't care enough to foil your plans again. They did just lose.

The thought crossed your mind to remove your Nekoma school hoodie only after it was too late. Karasuno spotted some enemy colors and quieted upon your approach.

Any confidence you had gathered shrank tenfold-- but you locked in on the subject of your desire and remembered your divine mission.

Get railed. This week.

That wouldn't happen if you backed down now or fucked up the plan.

He was in the center of his team, so you had to give some small 'Excuse me's to get to who you were here for.

Shocked, silent looks were exchanged all around when you stopped in front of him at last.

You were gathered in a sea of players, trapped to carry out the reason that brought you here.

"Um," You found it impossible to look at his face, so you looked forward at his chest while you gathered the courage, "That was a good game."

You tried to swallow the growing need to scream when you looked up. He had facial hair, you realized- his eyes were deep brown, his skin dark tan, and he was one of the two tallest on the team.

It occurred to you that you picked the biggest, baddest guy in this hall.

You grabbed his hand and deposited a piece of paper inside, "Call me."

Unable to look at his face again, you decided that was enough to get your point across and sifted through the gathered crowd of Karasuno's team members.

With your back turned, head swimming with regret at your forwardness, you couldn't see nor understand the strangled sounds of teenage boys celebrating their cowardly ace getting a cute girl's number like that.

Pushing, pulling, laughing, shoving, and other celebratory verbalizations were far behind you when you joined Nekoma once again- your home team beyond curious as to what you did to make their rivals even louder.

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[attapullman]

Good at Makin' Bad Decisions | Rhett Abbott

Summary: Even a year after you've broken up, after a night of drinking you still end up in Rhett Abbott's bed.

Word Count: 2.5k

Warnings: f! reader, smut, 18+ ONLY as always, fingering, swearing, alcohol, healthy dash of praise k!nk as usual

A Note From Mo: I blame reading an old fic I desperately wanted to re-write and having covid, strep, and my period all at the same time for whatever the fuck this is. Anyway, happy 6 months since the last time I wrote Rhett! xoxo

There’s something about waking up in a bed that isn’t yours that causes an anxiety like none other. Especially when the night before is a hazy blur. And you aren’t wearing any pants.

Wait, where are your pants?

Creamy morning light bleeds through the thin plaid curtains in the room. From your spot half-buried under the comforter, you notice the vaguely familiar rodeo posters tacked up on the wall and dust-covered flannels on the floor. The slight tinge of boy sweat engulfs the room. Definitely not a Tillerson room, but who the fuck did you go home with?

A quick body scan results in these observations:

Your jeans were long gone, but cheekies and tshirt still remained.

Your head was splitting open from the axe of a bad hangover.

Based on the groan that did not come from your body, there was definitely another person in the bed. And they were awake.

You flip over in bed, panicked. Praying to God that beside you is some random Wabang townie. But you would know those dark, grown out curls anywhere. He may be turned toward the wall, but you know him better than you know yourself.

“Rhett?”

A tentative hand leaves the warm cocoon of blankets to roughly shove your ex’s shoulder. He grunts with consciousness and a veiny hand rises up to rub at his eyes. Takes a moment to rake through those unruly curls. Flipping over onto his back, bright ultramarine eyes quirk up at you. 

“Good mornin’ to y’too, sunshine.”

It’s hard to remember everything you want to say when he’s looking entirely too delectable for the morning hours. Something you’d sweetly told him during your relationship, but after your swift uncoupling it’s downright rude of him.

“Why am I in your bed?” His eyes roll slightly as he lifts up onto his right arm, rolling the thick, labor-built muscles of his neck and back. It’s mesmerizing, watching him work out the kinks that come with his profession. Your eyes unable to leave where his hand massages over that bronc tattoo you’re still weak over. “We didn’t sleep together, did we?”

He’s sexy as hell, but you’ve been doing a really good job avoiding him the past year.

“D’ya not remember any of last night?” Your head shakes, cheeks heating. “Not even a little? Oh fuck, really? You had quite t’night, darlin’.”

The color completely drains from your face. In your hey day, the two of you could drink the bar under the table, stumbling out of the Handsome Gambler with the sloppiest grins and even sloppier kisses. Drunken shenanigans were the norm. 

But since your breakup last year, nights out had been quiet. A beer or two, a tequila shot when the time called. Your friends don’t have the tolerance of a bull rider. And neither do you anymore, since you can’t remember much past that third shot of Don Julio.

How had you landed in bed with Rhett Abbott? 

As you watch him roll out his other shoulder, it’s like no time has passed since that night. Sitting in his truck, the front porch light on as your roommates wait for you to come in. Deciding that if he’s gonna be traveling the mountain states to make a name for himself, it’s not fair for you to be sitting at home worrying what bone would break. You can’t take off weeks to follow him around. You’re too young to sit around pining. He can’t handle all that time away from you. It just makes sense to call it quits. And yet tears poured down both your cheeks when you shut that truck door for the last time, Rhett Abbott no longer your business.

Why are you here?

Blinking back the ghost of tears, you clear your throat. “What kind of night exactly?”

In the past, a night of too much tequila in Rhett’s bed would have had Royal knocking on the door at an ungodly hour and Cecelia giving you an exasperated yet playful look when you snuck out the back door in the morning. 

“Do ya really want t’know what happened?” He’s leaning against the headboard, broad chest in view, sheets low on his hips. You say one last prayer that he’s wearing sweats so that you can still believe that you didn’t have a blackout fuck with your ex.

“I’m scared to ask,” you admit, the gentle smirk on his face confirming that this story is not going to paint you in a flattering light. 

Rhett’s head tilts down as he laughs, teeth flashing as the hearty grumble fills the room. Looks back up at you with that boyish mischievous grin you’ve loved for years. There’s a pillow indent still marring his cheek. Your heart lurches for him, for when you could call him yours.

His lip quirks. “Ya threw a rock at m’window in the middle o’the night. Begged me to let ya in. Told ya to go home, but ya threatened t’wake up my folks.”

Your cheeks flame with shame. Drunk you was not in your corner.

“Snuck ya in the back door, like ol’ times. Said yer friends had dropped ya off, so let ya stay until ya sobered up.” The burning embarrassment lifts a little, imagining you quietly climbing in bed and sleeping. But that unruly mischievous smile is back. “Then ya started tellin’ me how much you miss my cock and asked t’go for a ride.”

A hole opening in the earth and swallowing you couldn’t make you escape this embarrassment.

“Please tell me I didn’t-”

“Oh, but y’did, darlin’. It wouldn’t be a drunk night out with ya without asking for m’fingers. Practically gagging for it as I got ya upstairs.” He’s radiating pride. You risk a glance at those thick, calloused fingers. Yep, you can see yourself begging for even just one of them.

“Then ya started strippin’ off yer pants…forgot how cute yer booty looks shakin’ like that.” He lets out a joyful grunt, the happiest sound a cowboy ever did make. “Had to hold yer hands to yer side to keep it from bein’ a free strip show.” 

You swallow down every ounce of your dignity, the scene playing behind your eyes. Those strong hands wrapped around your biceps. Your cheeky comments, grinding your ass on any part of him you could. The lack of inhibitions on your part was concerning, but when had you ever been able to restrain yourself when it came to Rhett?

His giggles fade as you both sit against the rough wooden headboard, the one that is nearly as old as this creaky house. In the silence of the room you can now hear the busy sounds of his folks making breakfast. Figures they still have that louder than sin coffee machine. You could really use a cup.

He shifts beside you, the energy in the room softer. “Ya know, after y’fell asleep, I kept on thinkin’ about all the times ya stayed over here. Nights in the pasture. We were s’good…” He trails off, the silence filled with reminders of rushed kisses between rides, lazy afternoons on horseback, and too many days spent in the barn pretending to do chores while the two of you fell in love. 

It was you. You couldn’t handle the broken bones. The purpled bruises week after week. He loved it, and you couldn’t take that from him. So you had left a part of yourself with him and spent the past year pretending like you weren’t missing a limb. It was him. He didn’t want to be always missing home. Canceling rides purely so he could drive hours back here. He cut his losses before he was in too deep, spending the last year acting like a chunk of his heart wasn’t permanently cemented in you.

When you two crossed paths in town you exchanged sad glances and half-hearted smiles. Nights at the Handsome Gambler a drink was raised in greeting. It was as painful and as amicable as a breakup could be. But this was the closest the two of you had been since that night in his truck. The most you’d spoken other than forced hello’s. The most you’d touched since that last kiss goodbye.

Looking into those impossibly deep oceans he calls eyes, there was an emotion that you couldn’t read. His smile gone, thin lips bitten as he worried them between his teeth. Mirth replaced with angst.

You need to get out of here.

“M’sorry for interrupting your night. You know my libido has her own brain when I drink. Give me ten and I’ll be out of your hair - think Ce will notice me going out the back door?”

You’re barely off the bed when an arm, all hard muscle and thick veins, wraps around your bicep and brings you to a warm chest. “I-I…just for a minute, ‘kay?”

It’s the best you’ve felt in so long. Safe, warm. He’d shaped perfectly to accommodate you. It’s only natural to scoot closer into him, blurring the lines of ended relationships to seek his comfort.

Rhett’s heartbeat is solid beneath your cheek, speed picking up when you curl into him and run your hand along his side. The rumble of his chest vibrates as he clears his throat. “Ya don’t have t’ leave. I like havin’ ya here, missed holding’ ya, yer so soft.”

You hum in agreement and then there’s a beat, and you can almost see the bashful grin splitting his face. “And yer s’sexy in those panties.”

At least you weren’t the only one enjoying the view.

One of those perfectly large, comforting hands slides down your side, hitching your hip up so you can straddle his thigh. That thick expanse of pure muscle was exactly where you belonged.

You were already here, already embarrassed yourself. Might as well go the whole way.

“Rhett?” His eyes latch onto yours, eager to hear from you. “I don’t have to go. If you want to, uh, catch up?” If his hungry smirk wasn’t an indicator, the twitch in his boxers below speaks volumes.

Aware there’s an old house with no sound proofing and an entire family downstairs eating bacon, he rolls you over onto your back, rippling biceps boxing you in. That confident smirk that looks as in place in bed as it does atop a two ton bull. The hungover logic in your brain pleading you to go home not nearly as strong as the instant spring of your legs landing either side of his hips.

His lips ghost over yours, eyes searching yours for any sign of hesitance. The slightest groan left you, eager to feel him. Taste him.

“Please…please don’t tease me.” His smirk is bordering on arrogant as you wrap impatient hands around strong shoulders. Your libido was making her triumphant return after not being satisfied the night before, pooling in the apex of your thighs as he presses against you. You want Rhett, and you want him now.

He kisses the corner of your mouth, a shadow of the real thing. “If y’can be quiet f’me, I’ll give you m’fingers, darlin’.”

Dignity fades to the back of your brain as you quickly nod at him, lips pressed close like a good girl.

Scruff scratches along your jaw as he hums along your skin, pressing his weight to one side as calloused fingers make their way south, slipping and catching against your soft skin. Both your eyes fluttering as cotton is pushed aside and he finds your clit, rubbing the softest of circles. His little chuckle at how wet you already are. Small whimpers leaving you before he finally tilts his head down to smother your lips in a warm, soft kiss.

Fuck, he’s an even better kisser than you remember.

Running a hand through those unruly curls, letting the dark hair tangle between your fingers as you fight to keep your moans contained. A struggle as he presses deliciously on the button, delighted at how you squirm against him. Lips ghosting against your ear as he moans your name. “Doin’ s’good for me.”

While his thumb continues its mind numbing descent on your clit, the tips of his fingers brush against your folds. He knows you love a tease, the promise of what’s to come. His special trick to getting you to your orgasm in less time than he rides a bull.

“R-Rhett.” Your voice is barely audible, struggling to keep yourself from screaming his name to the heavens. Your fingers never feel this good, nothing could ever be as satisfying as his touch. Your pathetic whimpers picking up speed as the blinding white pleasure threatened to overtake you.

“Are ya gonna cum for me, darlin’? Y’know y’want to. Cum for me, baby girl, show me how good I make y’feel.”

Scruff against your neck and jaw as he showers you in kisses, whispers praises in your ear, fingers stroking and rubbing and bringing you closer to the promised land. Slips that wild tongue between your lips, groaning at your familiar taste, and that’s all it takes.

A thousand years could pass and you would still remember how all-consuming every orgasm is that Rhett Abbott has given you. The flash behind your eyes, the constriction of your chest. Thanking the good Lord that Rhett’s tongue is deep in your mouth to shush the pleasured scream that threatens to escape. 

You settle from your orgasm with soft kisses and his wet fingers trailing along your skin, soothing you. Not that it’s easy to be soothed when his erection is throbbing against your thigh. He’s hot and ready, prepared to take you all the ways he’s denied himself the past year.

You’re doing the mental math. Your ex giving you an orgasm isn’t that bad. Fucking him? That’s the kind of mistake you can’t undo and should be avoided.

But when you look in those midnight blue eyes, all reason hightails out the door. It’s just sex - not a relationship - you two are so good at sex. And it’s been so long since you’ve taken him for a proper ride.

Your fingers sink into the back of his boxers, itching to sink your fingers into the meat of his ass - hard and toned from hours riding. Tease him a little by pressing a kiss to that scruffy chin as he ushers you along, desperate to be inside you.

Just as you get the checkered material past his cheeks, there’s a knock at the door. Rhett’s a deer in the headlights above you; wide, scared eyes aimed at the door.

It’s Cecelia, speaking through the wood as she walks past with the laundry. “Rhett, hurry up, y’got chores in the barn.” 

The two of you exchange a glance, relief at being in the clear.

“Oh, and sweetie? Since you’re still here, if you want breakfast, there’s some extra bacon.”

Abandoning my normal tag list since it's not Bob and tagging some fellow Rhett bb's who might enjoy: @bobfloydsbabe @sorchathered @bobgasm @auroralightsthesky @creatchie8 @just-in-case-iloveyou @ryebecca @sebsxphia @lewmagoo

[yunhosgirl26]

Teach Me (Yunho fanfic)

Chapter 2

Warning: sexually explicit content, talks of abuse, pet names (Princess, bunny) , daddy k!nk

A/N: Please feel free to comment and like. Thank you for reading!

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*flashback*

I knocked on the door, waiting for an answer. The door opened, and a tall man stood in front of me leaning on the edge. “Hi, I’m (Y/n) your new roommate.” He laughed. “You’re a girl.” I looked down at myself and back up at him. “Last time I checked, yes I am.” He let me in. “I thought you were going to be a man. Oh well, would you like me to carry your bags upstairs?”

“No, thank you.” I grabbed my bags and carried them upstairs. He showed me my room and I set my things in there. He finished showing me around the house. “That’s just about it. Rent is only $500 that includes the groceries for the house. I usually pay most of the bills. Please make yourself at home. If you need me, I’ll be downstairs playing my game.” He said. “Wait, what’s your name? I never got it.” He turned around and smiled. “My name is Jeong Yunho but you can call me Yunho.” We shook hands and I went to go settle in my new room.

I remember for weeks, my mom was giving me shit about moving in with a complete stranger. When she first found out, she wasn’t happy in the slightest, which I didn’t expect her to be. But that’s when I realized this is my life, and I’m a grown ass woman. When I told Yunho about my mother’s concerns, he was genuinely concerned himself. “Why did you move in with a stranger anyway?” He asked. “Well when I saw your profile picture I knew you were trustworthy…” he looked at me with a blank expression. “Okay, fine, I really needed to get away from my abusive ass ex and I had nowhere to go.” His mouth dropped. “Like hitting you?” I nodded. “Rarely did he hit me, but he mentally and verbally abused me.” Tears threatened to fall from my eyes. “I don’t really like to talk about it.” The room grew quiet and he hugged me. My eyes widened as tears fell from my eyes. “As long as you’re under this roof. You’re always going to be protected.” I cried. “Thank you.”

From that day forward, he’s been very protective of me ever since.

I began making dinner, so it was ready for when Yunho came home. I went upstairs and showered, hoping the ache in my core would go away. I couldn’t stop thinking about last night. I let out a frustrated sigh. I got dressed and went to take lunch to Yunho since he forgot to pack it. He was the CEO of some skin care company. I guess it’s doing really well. He doesn’t tell me much about it.

I went up the elevator to the highest floor to the receptionist.

“Hi, how may I assist you today?” She smiled. “I’m here to drop off Yunho’s lunch.” her smile dropped. “I can take it for you, he’s in a meeting.” She said. “No I’m not.” Yunho walked out of his office. “Sir, you have a meeting right now.” He gave her a blank expression. “Then cancel it. This is more important to me.” He grabbed my hand and pulled me into his office. “It was nice of you to bring me lunch, but I’m not hungry for that right now.” He said, hovering over me, his lips close to mine.I smiled nervously. “What exactly are you hungry for then?” I asked. “Strip for me.” He whispered in my ear, sending chills down my spine. “But what if someone sees me?” He pinned me up against the wall with his body.

“Don’t make daddy repeat himself.” I bit my lip, unbuttoning my shirt as I kept eye contact with him. Piece by piece all my clothes fell onto the floor leaving me exposed to him. A feral look in his eyes as he looked over my body. “Your body is driving me so crazy, you’re so pretty like this, my sweet girl.” He walked around me like an animal stalking its prey, taking in the scene he was beholding. I grew desperate for his touch as minutes passed. Finally, I felt his fingertips dig into my waist as he pressed himself up against me from behind. “Do you like making me feel like this? Hmm? Do you like when I can barely control my urges?” He said while attacking my neck. He bit down softly, making me squeak.

“You’re just so damn irresistible, I just can’t help myself.” He marked my neck with hickeys, claiming me as his. I laid my head back on his shoulder lost in his touch, totally forgetting anyone can walk in at any moment.

“Please daddy…” I said, softly moaning. “What does my princess want?” He cooed. “Do you want me to fuck this pretty pussy mercilessly up against this desk? Making you scream my name, so everyone knows you are mine?” He nibbled on my ear, I felt lightheaded as I could feel his excitement. “I just want to make my sweet girl feel good.” He picked me up, pulling me into a sensual kiss. He knocked all his paperwork to the floor, setting me on his desk. He undid his tie and tied it around my wrists, his body pinning mine down.

“Remember our safe word?” I nodded.

He spread my legs open, kissing my inner thighs. His breath grazing my core, making me shudder. “You’re so wet for me.” He groaned. “It’s taking everything in me not to just take you on this desk. “Yunho..” I whined. The pads of his fingers slowly rubbed circles on my sensitive bundle. “want to be good girl for you.” I could barely speak in sentences as his pace quickened. With his other hand, he fondled my breast, playing with my nipple until it became hard. “Such a good little bunny for me.” He inserted 1 finger in my dripping core. “So good…aah, feels so good.”

He began to kiss me, deepening the kiss by exploring my mouth with his tongue. I moaned as his curved his fingers hitting my sensitive spot, I felt myself coming undone. That’s when I felt a stinging sensation on my wet heat. “No cumming unless I say you can.” I whimpered at the pain and pleasure I was feeling. He began moving down until he was face to face with my hole. He groaned as he gazed at my glistening wet folds. He licked his lips as he began sucking on my clit. I arched my back as that coil in my lower belly felt like it was going to snap at any second.

It was driving me crazy that I couldn’t touch him. I tried to untie my wrists, but it was no use. “You taste so good.” He said as he plunged his tongue into my cunt. The warm wet muscle felt so good. I was trying to be quiet, but I couldn’t help myself. “You’re so close.” He said sucking my clit more. “Show me how much of a good girl you are and cum for me princess.” As soon as those words left his lips, I began seeing white. Pleasure of the orgasm ripping through my body as he continued to keep going, and I couldn’t take the overstimulation. I began to cry. “I know my good girl has one more good one in her.” He wasn’t wrong, I felt like I was going to cum again and again with that magical mouth of his.

“I can’t wait to ruin you with my cock.”

“I need it.” He laughed. “Not yet, I’m waiting for the perfect time to give it to you.” I whined as he pulled away with my arousal covering his face. He finger fucked the orgasm right out of me as his thumb worked my clit. “Oh Fuck, Yunho!” He smirked. “That’s it, pretty girl, come undone for me.” My legs began shaking and I was panting heavy. He then put his fingers to my mouth and I sucked them clean, tasting the sweetness.

He helped me off his desk and untied my wrists. “Come here you.” I straddled his lap, he looked into my eyes and kissed me. He then covered me with his jacket and snuggled me in his office chair. “This is called aftercare. I like to show it to my subs because it makes them feel more like a person who is loved and less of an object.” I smiled. “I like this.” He kissed my forehead and rubbed my back.

After a while, I got dressed and went home. When I walked past the receptionist, she shot me a dirty glare. I think she knew what we were doing, my face began to burn red. I got home and took a nap my head was spinning from what just happened. Such an innocent thing like lunch, turned into that!

To be continued…

[ghost-1-y]

Temptation

Angel!Mitsuri x AFAB!Succubus!Reader

Content Warnings: MDNI, dark content, sacrilege, blasphemy, religious themes, dubcon (aphrodisiac), manipulation, sexual content, dom!reader, sub!Mitsuri, unprotected sex, oral (reader receiving), scissoring, virginity loss (Mitsuri), corruption k!nk, praise k!nk, degradation, hair pulling, concepts of "purification" and "chastity", concepts of sex and sexuality being "dirty" and "sinful", slight mentions of blood (not in a sexual context), use of bible verses (in italics), references to bible passages/stories, people who are religious may find this content offensive, please read with caution

Summary: Mitsuri had always done what she was told to do, glorifying her god and helping those who needed it. She never once thought about breaking the rules – much less her vow to chastity, until she found what initially appeared to be a human in a darkened alleyway in need of help, unknowingly falling into a trap that would corrupt her from holiness for the rest of eternity.

Word Count: ~3.3k

Divider Credit: the wonderful @/benkeibear

A/N: so, I used to be religious (Christian), so a lot of this might've come out of my own personal traumas that I experienced (eg. the concept of purification and chastity and being ashamed of having "dirty" thoughts). Obviously, I no longer hold these views (as evidence by writing these fics LMAO), but that somewhat influenced how I wrote this fic, maybe some of y'all will be able to relate? I hope you enjoy!!

Let your light shine before them in such a way that they may see your good works, and glorify your Father who is in heaven.

Mitsuri loved the world, she loved humans and nature and all the beauty that existed in between. She would watch the sun rise upon the earth and how it would cast its rays upon trees and cities as life basked in its holy light.

She loved the night as well – how it brought tranquility and peace as those she watched over rested until the sun peeked over the horizon once more.

She sometimes wished that her light would not interfere with such serenity. 

But the world also saddened Mitsuri, she mourned as those she loved from afar returned to dust underneath grassy knolls; her heart broke as she witnessed fighting amongst nations and arguments amongst lovers. She knew that loving the world would bring grief upon her, because the world was infested with sin.

The world would never be perfect, yet she loved it anyways.

So Mitsuri spent her eternity by helping those who needed it – taking on a human form so others wouldn’t be afraid. She helped by working in food banks and soup kitchens – oh how she adored those humans who set such wonderful services up – and would afterwards walk along roads to give food to those who, for whatever reason, found such services inaccessible to them. She would volunteer in hospitals, helping the sick in whatever way she could, and would listen to their stories and offer comfort should they share their suffering with her, holding their hand in hers to offer support – however small. 

It was not a coincidence, then, that she caught sight of you, a human lying alone in a darkened alleyway, isolated from the bustling street that was doused in sunlight. You were covered in shadows to the point where it looked like darkness emanated from your body itself, curled up and alone – hiding within the stench of garbage and discarded roadkill.

Mitsuri approached you – her kindness limitless and unbounded by fear as her light blessed your shadowed figure, gentle and warm – a light that was neither blinding nor dim as you looked up at her.

“Are you alright, my love? My name is Mitsuri, I saw you here and wanted to help,” she smiled sweetly. It didn’t matter what language you spoke, since Mitsuri’s words would translate perfectly once they fell from her lips and graced your ears.

Burning lips and a wicked heart are like a potsherd covered with silver dross.

Teary eyed, you smiled up at her, “Thank you, I didn’t think anyone would come, but you’re here now.” Mitsuri’s gentle eyes looked over your condition, a cut on your forehead which was seeping a dark red, and smudges of dirt all over your body.

“Oh, love, let me get you cleaned up a bit!” Mitsuri exclaimed as she secretly materialized some cotton pads, pretending to fish them out of her pocket. She wiped the blood that was dripping down your face, “I don’t have antiseptic wipes on me, would you wait here as I go get them from a convenience store?” You nodded, staring past her shoulder. 

If Mitsuri knew any better, she would’ve thought you could see her wings. 

Mitsuri rushed across the street and bought the antiseptic wipes, more cotton pads, and a couple bottles of water before running back to help you. She knelt beside you, and began cleaning up your face. “You know, you should take better care of yourself,” she smiled softly as she wet the cotton pads with water and began wiping away the smudges of dirt on your skin. 

You said nothing, letting Mitsuri work on you. Once finished, she stood up and held out her hand, “Are you able to stand?” she asked.

You looked down at her hand and reached for it, slowly encasing it in yours, with your index finger pressing against the pulse in her wrist. A strange flush of warmth spread through Mitsuri’s arm and to her chest, causing a shiver to move up her spine. She shook her head, and helped you get up.

The warmth continued to spread and fester within her, and she couldn’t figure out why – you were human, or at least looked like you were. 

You gave her a saccharine smile, “I appreciate your help, angel, but I have to get going – I’ll see you around, no?”

Mitsuri’s eyes widened at the pet name you let slip – you couldn’t possibly know what she was – it was a coincidence, that’s all.

She who trusts in her own heart is a fool,

But she who walks wisely will be delivered.

Still, it caught her off-guard, and if she wasn’t flustered before, she definitely was now, slightly panicking despite knowing that humans wouldn’t be able to see her wings, or halo for that matter.

Mitsuri stuttered, “Of course, I– see you around.”

Days passed, and Mitsuri started to believe you’d fallen off the face of the earth – completely unable to sense your presence or soul. Yet, the warmth she felt from holding your hand did not fade – rather, it worsened, beckoning her to drag her dainty fingers along her stomach and downwards.

She shook herself out of it, but the heat lingered and pooled between her legs, so much so that it started to drip down her inner thighs – yet she wouldn’t give in to the temptation, she couldn’t – it was against everything that she was taught, everything that she believed.

Or were the beliefs forced upon her?

It wasn’t until after forty days and forty nights that she sensed you once more. It was early morning, so early that the sun had not graced its rays upon the world quite yet. You sat underneath a lamppost, its artificial light illuminating the bench beneath you, but oddly failing to reflect off of your own soft skin.

“You’re not human, are you?”

You looked up at her, a glint of mischief in your eyes as you shook your head. Standing up, you walked towards her, causing Mitsuri to take a hesitant step back.

“Don’t be shy, angel, I don’t bite – not unless you beg for it.”

“I– I’m not begging,” Mitsuri muttered, as though she were trying to convince herself more than anything.

Submit therefore to God. Resist the devil and she will flee from you.

You approached her once more, and she remained still. Taking her wrist in yours, you slowly graze your nails over the skin of her arm, tracing up and down as she spoke. Her cheeks were red, flushed hot with both the strange warmth that found its home within her soul and now the shame of actually seeking what she desired.

You both sat down on the bench, a shrub blooming with jasmine flowers alongside it – the rich scent flooding her senses as her eyes locked with yours.

Do not desire her beauty in your heart,

Nor let her capture you with her eyelids.

“Do you ever get tired of it?” you asked, fingers circling the pulse point on her wrist.

Mitsuri frowns, “What do you mean?” You take your other hand and place it on hers, tracing your thumb across her skin, sending butterflies into her stomach.

“I mean,” you started, “do you get tired of kindness? Of righteousness?” you questioned, “do you ever wish to know beyond those things?”

“Um…I–” she paused, swallowing thickly, “N-Not really?” 

It was a lie, and you knew that.

“Oh, well that’s too bad,” you pouted before leaning in towards her, “because I could show you things you’ve never even felt before, angel.” You glanced up at her, and you could see her eyes pooling with the desire to accept.

“I– I really can’t, it would– it would be against my nature.” An excuse, but a truthful one. If she consented, she would be damning herself – condemning her soul to the farthest reaches of hell.

It was something unthinkable for a being like her.

“Hmm, but nature changes over time, does it not?” you questioned, “if I’m not mistaken, I can see the want in your eyes. You desire this change, yet you won’t grasp for it. Why?”

“You– you wouldn’t be able to understand,” she stuttered, retracting her hands from yours as she formed fists with them in her lap.

“Angel, I think I understand more than anyone else,” you smirked, "to me, you seem lost – you're falling, aren't you, angel?"

You got up from the bench, eyes flashing a brief red as you looked down at her – causing Mitsuri’s breath to catch in her throat.

For the lips of an adulteress drip honey

And smoother than oil is her speech;

But in the end she is bitter as wormwood,

Sharp as a two-edged sword.

Her feet go down to death,

Her steps take hold in the house of it.

“If you wish for more than the mundanity of your everlasting life, you know exactly how to find me,” you told her, and before Mitsuri could look up at you once more, you were gone.

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Mitsuri knew that it was wrong, she knew that it would go against her vows, her duties, her entire purpose, and yet – she found herself walking past that same alleyway each day, only peering into it out of curiosity before collecting herself and continuing on her way.

Until the seventh day, when she decided to stop in front of the alley, the sun beaming down on her as she stood just outside of it, as though the lined buildings on either side created a threshold that she couldn’t bring herself to pass. 

As Mitsuri peered into the shadows, she saw a figure stand up and walk towards her. She couldn’t look into the being’s soul – it was as though it didn’t have one at all. It approached her from the dark, and its silhouette depicted that of sharpened horns and a long tail which was pointed at the end. 

“Have you made up your mind, angel?” you asked sweetly, extending your hand past the threshold for her to take, “I promise, you’ll love how it feels to let go.” 

Mitsuri hesitated, but as she looked into your eyes, a fire ignited deep within her once more.

My child, if sinners entice you,

Do not consent.

It was all she needed to extend her own hand and place it in yours.

Shocks of electricity traveled up Mitsuri’s arm, much more intense than the warmth she felt before, it traveled deep into her gut, and her face flushed red as she was pulled into the shadows, fully enticed by you.

You pinned her against the wall, her back facing you. Her wings shuddered in excitement as you leaned in towards her ear, “I’m proud of you, angel,” you whispered, your breath hot against her ear, “I know how difficult it must’ve been to give in, I promise I’ll make it worth your while.” You grazed a finger along her left wing, nail lightly scraping against the feathers. She whimpered, her blush hot across her face as heat pooled in her stomach.

“I– I know you’re a–ah…” Mitsuri started, swallowing thickly before a soft moan escaped from her.

“A demon? Yes, angel, I am,” you chuckled, grabbing at her hair to pull her head back, “but I’m not here to hurt you, love, no, I’m here to make you sin.”

You turned her around and kissed her fervently, your lips sweet against hers. It felt euphoric, Mitsuri had never been kissed by anyone before – it was always said to open the doors to lust.

Then when lust has conceived, it gives birth to sin; and when sin is accomplished, it brings forth death.

However, she melted into your kiss, malleable and pliable – eager to feel more of it, the fire inside her being nurtured and stoked as you continued to kiss her innocent lips. You licked at her, and bit down on her bottom lip before parting – a string of saliva connecting her lips to yours, binding her into damnation as she uttered her next words.

“Please, I need more.”

You smirked, and leaned in towards her neck, licking a long stripe with your tongue before kissing just below her earlobe, with Mitsuri letting out tiny mewls and gasps every so often. You traveled further down her neck towards her pulse point. You left marks deep in burgundy upon her as she moaned into your ear.

“I love the sounds you’re making, angel, make some more for me,” you purred, bringing your hand down towards her heat, pushing aside the white linen to rub your fingers along her entrance. “Oh, you’re so wet for me,” you cooed.

“Nngh, n-noo that- that’s dirty,” Mitsuri whined, and you smirked.

“Trust me, you’ll learn to love feeling this way.” Your breath was hot before putting her into yet another searing kiss. She whimpered, but kissed back, slowly accepting her growing addiction towards them.

You circled her clit with your finger, and she whined, face flushed as she tried grinding onto your hand.

“That’s it, angel, take what you need, such a good girl,” you encouraged her, rubbing her clit slightly faster as she ground into you, a blushing mess as she did so. Mitsuri’s moans got progressively louder, loving the sensations once unknown to her.

“Mmh–! I– I feel strange…like something’s building up in me!” she whined, “what– what’s happening–!?”

You kissed her once more, quieting her, “shhh, angel, that’s a good thing, just relax and let it build up, okay?” She moaned again, grinding harder into your hand as she obeyed your words.

“I– It’s gonna–! I’m gonna–!” Mitsuri’s eyes rolled back, letting out a strangled moan as she came all over your hand, juices gushing into your palm as she rode through her orgasm, her hips undulating until she couldn’t take it anymore – quickly becoming overstimulated from the feeling of pleasure coursing through her veins.

“Too– too much! Can’t– no more!” she cried, tears falling down her cheeks. You licked at each stray teardrop, the saltiness of it coating your tongue as you stopped your movements with your hand.

“Such a good girl for me, angel,” you praised, and she hid her face behind her hands in pure embarrassment. You took her by the wrists and held them down.

“Don’t hide your pretty face from me, I want to see every last bit of your pleasure.” 

Mitsuri whined and asked “can you– can you do that again, please?” Her tone was so sweet, begging for more like a pathetic slut who has abandoned all of her morals.

However, you refused, “if you wish for more of that, you’ll have to please me, first.” Mitsuri looked at you, confused, before you shoved her down to her knees, her face in line with your hips – the pretty lingerie you were wearing disappearing in an instant before you took her by the hair and pulled her towards your weeping cunt. “Make me feel good, angel, and I might consider actually fucking you this time.”

Mitsuri’s eyes dropped from your face down to your pussy, admiring how sweet and juicy it looked.

When the woman saw that the tree was good for food, and that it was a delight to the eyes, she took from its fruit and ate.

So, she went entirely off of her own instinct as she brought her mouth to your heat, before licking at the wetness of it with her tongue. The sweetness of it coating the inside of her mouth like syrup; Mitsuri had never even thought of committing such lewd acts before, but now that she’d gotten a taste, she couldn’t help herself.

She started off shy, with kitten licks and tentative kisses on your clit. She may not have experience in giving pleasure, but she was there in the beginning when humans, angels, and devils alike were all created in the same image, and so she knew the insides and outs of their bodies unlike any other.

Her tongue delved deeper into your cunt, licking up any juices that seeped out of it, earning soft groans and grunts from you as you pulled at her hair. She adored your taste – it was addictive, a taste that she would gladly sin for if it meant she could feast upon it for the eternity of her damnation.

Her lips pursed around your clit before sucking gently, your eyes rolling back as she looked up at you. She whimpered, wishing you’d make eye contact with her and tell her she was doing such a good job – instead only receiving a few strokes through her hair as you thrived off of the pleasure that her mouth was giving you. Her own cunt was weeping, the heat from her abdomen becoming unbearable as she continued licking you up with her tongue – so much so that she reached down between her legs with her fingers, but before she could provide herself even the slightest bit of relief, you yanked her by the hair.

“You think you can touch yourself without my permission? Think you’re allowed to make yourself feel good? No, angel. Only I am allowed to do that. Any and all pleasure you receive, any and all sin that you commit, will be caused by me – for my sake.” You leaned down closer to her, breath hot against her face, “do you understand me?”

Mitsuri nodded, only to wince as you gripped her hair tighter.

“Say it.”

“Yes, I– I understand,” Mitsuri spoke softly as she removed her hand from between her thighs. 

“Good girl.”

You pulled Mitsuri up once more and, in an incredible display of flexibility, she raised her right leg so that it pointed up toward the sky, with you supporting her by holding her up by your hand. 

“Hah– you’re no angel, are you? Angels don’t act this way, y’know– you’re just a pathetic little slut, a pleasure-seeking whore that can never get enough,” you panted, before mounting your foot against the wall so your cunt was flush against hers, grinding against her wet heat. You grabbed her by the jaw and forced her to look at you. 

“What are you, hm? Tell me.”

“I– I–” she whined, “I’m– ‘m your slut…oh shit, ‘m your slut!”

“That’s right, you’re nothing but a stupid cumslut, aren’t you? Raised to be holy and perfect, but look at you, drunk on lust all because some demon tempted you. How pathetic.” 

Mitsuri whined as you ground into her, feeling absolutely no shame as she condemned herself further with each movement of your hips. The familiar tension in her gut started to build up once more as she took everything you gave her.

“Nngh– it- it’s happening a-ah– again!” she moaned, and you ground against her faster.

“That’s it, slut, cum all over my cunt. Sin for me.” 

Mitsuri’s thighs trembled as her orgasm flooded through her in waves, her mind addled with euphoria and lust as her pussy gushed all over you, her moans so raw and unbridled as she allowed you to claim her as yours, knowing she will never find pleasure like this through anything or anyone except you.

You are my God, and I give thanks to You;

You are my God, I extol You.

“My– my God,” she panted, “you– you are my God.” She knew it was blasphemous, yet she didn’t care, for she found a new being to worship, to love and to praise as she damned herself for the rest of eternity, certain that she would choose this over holiness in every lifetime if given the honor to do so.

For Yours is the kingdom and the power and the glory forever. 

Amen.

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[satanslittleb0y]

SUBMISIVE DOUAMD

Omg of course love! I hope you enjoy it I LOVE sub douma💕

🖤MDNI🖤

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🎀Be gentle🎀

Paring: Fem x Sub douma

Warning: smut,hand job,praise k!nk,teasing,biting,whimpering,toys,pet names

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Douma asked you out on a date and of course you said yes! You’ve had a crush on douma for the longest time now.

You walk to the restaurant he told you to meet him at. You got all dressed up in a shirt black dress with black heels. When you walk in you see douma sitting then at the table crossing his legs his eyes widen and a blush spreads across his cheeks as he sees you walk in. The way the dress hugged your body, oh god the way your nipples poke out of the dress.

You walk over and sit in front of douma and put your hands on your lap. “Hello douma” you speak warmly with smile and douma replies “Hello dear”

Your heart melts at the sound of his gentle voice and you smile not sure how to start the conversation before douma speaks up “I love the way that dress looks on you. It’s gorgeous you have one amazing figure you’d make a lot of other girls jealous”

You smile and blush as you reply “aw thank you sweet boy” you calling douma ‘sweet boy’ sends a wave of pleasure through his body he can already feel his cock hardening in his pants just from looking at you

You look at him with a playful smirk “so douma I have a question. This might be too early to ask but ima gonna anyways. Are you a sub or dom?”

Your question makes doumas cheeks flush and he lets out a shaky sigh and his hands reach under the table and he paws at the growing bulge in his pants “W-well im more of the submissive type..” his words cause you to smirk “is that so?” You reply

You glance down to see him pawing at his crotch and you laugh a little and smirk more looking at him and you raise a brow “May I ask what’s wrong?” You ask softly and doumas eyes widen and he pulls his hand away quickly “w-what?”

“You know what.” You reply and douma squeaks and looks down at the table blushing heavily. “Just..you look really pretty in that dress and I can’t help but be turned on” he replies quietly

At home

You take douma home after dinner and you offer him to come inside and he accepts

“Wow you have a gorgeous house” douma says while looking around in awe. “Why thank you love” you speak softly causing doumas cock to harden again and you take douma to you room and you ask him “hey douma?” You ask and he like at you “yes darling?”

You lean forward getting close to him your faces being inches apart “would you maybe~” you speak and you slide your hand up his thigh and you cup and rub his crotch causing him to whimper and blush looking down at your hand

“Y-yes..please Y/N hmm” he whimpers out his mouth opening a bit and you push him back and get ontop of him your wet clothed pussy pressing against his hard clothed cock making douma whimper “you wanna use a toy?” You ask smirking rolling your hips as douma moans out quietly and he nods do you stand up and walk over to your drawer opening it taking out a vibrator and a dildo and douma looks at you with wide love filled eyes

You walk back over to him and you take off his pants leaving him in his boxers and you slip on your dress “turn around lovey~” you speak placing your hand on the waistband of his boxers as he flips over and you slip off his boxers letting his hard cock spring out and you spread his cheeks and lick a wet line down his hole causing douma to whimper and squeeze a pillow his cheeks flushing

“Good boy~” you giggle out and you press the dildo tip against his hole and you shove it in roughly and douma whines and moans “y/n p-please aaah~be gentle!” He moans out burying his face into the pillow

You place your hand on the back of the dildo and you move it in and out of douma in the quick motion precum dripping from his tip as his cock twitches the dildo moving against his gummy walls sends shivers through his body and you grow wetter in your lace panties

You place your free hand on his cock stroking him and you move the dildo in and out of his hole “Hmm such a pretty boy-“ you whisper to him moving your hand quickly “oh! Ngh! Oh- right there! Ah~! Yes yes!” He moans out his tongue rolling out of his mouth as the dildo hits the right spot

You giggle and doumas eyes widen and beads of sweat roll down his forehead as he fills himself about to cum as you move the dildo quicker and biting his ass cheek “Y/n! Oh~! Fuck fuck fuck! ‘M gonna cum! Oh yes!” He moans out as he cums all over your pretty soft hands and you giggle removing your hand from his cock licking the cum off of your fingers and you remove the dildo

“Hmmm~ May I do you know?” Douma asks looking at you with begging eyes and he lays on top of you grabbing the vibrator “yes you may love”

He slips off your bra and panties shaking your wet cunt and he blushes “so pretty-“ he mumbles under his breath as he slides the vibrator inside of you and you whimper out a bit

Douma turns on the vibrator and you moan out and arch your back a bit your brows knitting together “d-douma! Suck my ah~ oh fuck! Suck my tit please!” You moan out and douma follows orders and he kisses and sucks on your tinder and soft nipples using his hand to rub your puffy clit

Your eyes roll back as douma turns up the spread on the vibrator it moving side to side and up and down in your tight hole and douma bites your boob leaving a mark and your whine “Douma! Faster! Rub my clit faster!” You moan

Douma falls orders rubbing your puffy clit so fast his hand cramps and you feel your climax approaching and you arch your back your tongue rolling out

“Douma! Douma! Shit! Fuck fuck fuck fuck! AGH! Ngh! Ah~! I’m gonna cum!” You moan out as your cum all over the vibrator and Douma releases from your nipple and looks up at you with loving eyes “did I do good?” He ask and you look down at him with a blush and you giggle nodding in response

“I love you my puddle douma” you reply running your fingers his hair as he takes out the vibrator and he nuzzles your tits he’s definitely a tit puppy “don’t call me that but I love you too” he replies embarrassed causing you to giggle as you both snuggle up in the blanket

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OMGGGGGGG HI LOVES!!! I enjoyed making this so much😭thanks for the request btw. Anyways! Bye loves💕

[feasibilities]

Hijo de Satanás: Part II ♱

Warnings: Dead Dove/Do Not Eat, Kn!fe Play, Teasing, Blindfolding, Possessiveness, Worship K!nk, Ropeplay, etc.

Author's Note: 2nd and final part. Part 1 is here. Whew, it's a doozy. Enjoy!

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The next morning, you couldn’t help but stare at Namor as he made the finishing touches on his mural. Your embarrassment about his rejection wore off as you saw him in his unguarded moments, too. The same feelings quickly resurfaced when he caught you staring.

“Why do you keep staring?” He said, exaggerating his annoyance.

“My apologies, K'uk'ulkan.”  

“What do you think?” He inquired, standing back to view the mural in its entirety.

“It’s extraordinary. Teech jach talentoso/You are so talented.” You remarked.

“I couldn’t have done it without your help, yáakunaj.” He mused. You felt your cheeks become red hot.

Namor’s need for companionship was the bane of his existence. He had a deep love for others, but he couldn’t bare their mortality. He has witnessed generations of Talokanil births & departures. Knowing that the people he loved the most would eventually die & left him distraught. He worried that he would be left all alone, cursed by his immortality. This is why he was so protective of them, and of you.

“K'uk'ulkan, may I ask you a question?” You inquired.

“Of course.” He said.

“Why do you hate me? I know I flirted with my colleague, but I can’t understand your anger. I am loyal to you as the ruler of Talokan and my superior.  I am not your betrothed or your concubine. ” You critiqued.

Namor took a second to think of his response. Then, he spoke.

“I don’t hate you. I have loved you since I met you. I look forward to hearing your voice & seeing you smile. I would do anything for you if it meant that you would lay next to me each night. No man, noble or not, would cherish you like I would.” Namor professed.

You couldn’t believe what you were hearing. You knew he had feelings for you, but you didn’t understand why they were so fervent. In your mind, most of his flirtations were just a part of his charm. Your attractions were there, but you were afraid. You shivered at the thought of his anger if someone brought harm to you in anyway. He was not to be tested.

“K'uk'ulkan, I…” You faltered.

“I need you. I won’t take no for an answer.” He commanded, pulling you close and gazing into your eyes. As depraved as it was, you felt aroused at him revealing his love for you. You felt like he would take over the world if you asked. That kind of codependency was tempting, but dangerous.

You brushed your lips against his & slid your hand under his cape, feeling the smooth skin of his torso. He was warm to the touch. You felt him tighten his grip around you while he started kissing your neck. You moaned quietly.

“This isn’t the time to hold back, le chan paalo’. We’re just getting started.” He cooed, licking your neck. You rutted against him to egg him on.

“I need you too…” You whispered. These 4 words made him pull away & stare into your eyes. His pupils widened.

“Kneel.” He said.

“K'uk'ulkan, I have the utmost respect for you but-“ you said.

“Don’t argue with me. Surrender your pride & kneel.” He interrupted.

Feeling rebellious, you refused and went to leave the cave. Namor was in complete disbelief. Before you knew it, he had a strong grip on your forearm.

“Are you defying me?” Namor accused you, his voice deepening. Fire was in his eyes. You only saw him this angry when Talokan was invaded.

“No…” You croaked.

“I thought so.” He said.

After pulling you to his to his room, Namor blindfolded you & held you still. You felt him kiss your shoulder & nip it lightly. He then picked up a dagger with a jade stone handle.

“Stay still.” He whispered. Your breath staggered when he pressed the flat side against your chest. Moving the blade up, you felt it tug at the strap of your gown before it snapped. He repeated the same action with the other strap. He grazed your collarbone with the blade, leaving a shallow cut. Beads of blood collected at the wound. You moaned at the sting.

“Intia'al utia'al Mantats'/Mine forever…” He cooed. He leaned down to kiss the cut & came back up to kiss you. His breath was hot against your neck. The metallic taste of your blood lingered. You grew tired of his teasing, but you were weary of provoking him.

His fingers found the wet, sensitive bud between your legs. He massaged it for what felt like hours but was just a few measly minutes. You whimpered desperately as arousal dripped down your thighs. You couldn’t see him, but you felt his eyes on you.

Namor then laid you on the bed & no started to kiss you all over. Your senses were overwhelmed due to the blindfold. You felt like your entire body was on fire.

“I-I think I’ve been punished enough.” You begged.

“Have you?” He teased, taking off his cape.

“Yes, I-

“Shhh.” He interrupted. You felt him tie your wrists together with rope. You started squirming in hopes that he would finally finish you off. You yelped when he pinched your thigh.

“Behave, In yakunaj. We’ll get there soon enough.” He snipped. He laid behind you and pulled you close. He lifted your leg & rubbed his tip against your entrance. You throbbed at the sensation. Sliding in ever so slowly, you turned back to kiss him to muffle your screams. You felt his arm wrap around your neck as he began to pump furiously. He nipped your bottom lip as you gasped for air.

Your consciousness wavered as Namor fucked every inkling of defiance out of your body. You kissed him in hopes that he would remove your blindfold, but to no avail. Pleasure was too plain of a word to describe the feeling that took over your body. You could die like this.

“I think you’ve earned the right to see, hmm? ” He cooed.

“Y…yes, K’uk’ulkan.” You whined.

Laying you on your back, he removed your blindfold. You were met with a rare glimpse of the Feather Serpent God in his most vulnerable moment. His eyes were full of passion. You finally understood why everyone fell for him.

You bit your lip in anticipation as he put your legs over his shoulders. He kissed your forehead and dug his nails into your thighs. You both moaned & watched as he slid in slowly.

“Cum in me, please…” You whispered. You stared into his eyes and put your bound wrists around his neck.

Before you knew it, he was thrusting into depths you didn’t know were possible. Namor’s moans grew louder and met yours. Wet sounds & skin hitting skin echoed in your ears. Your legs shook & you screamed as you approached your climax.

You reveled in the fact that the most powerful being you encountered was unraveling in your pink depths. He had the gift of sex from many women, but none punctured his psyche like you did. You were his, and he was yours.

His orgasm was explosive. His groans shook your eardrums. Bruises were left on the backs of your thighs. His entire body convulsed. The sweet elixir of your lovemaking dripped down your perineum. He pressed his forehead against yours and finally spoke.

“Mine forever, In yakunaj.” He whispered.

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#5

School in the Demon World with the Sakamakis [HCS]

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POV: The Triplets Made Subaru a Car

He’d be so mad knowing that they turned his coffin into this.

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Y'all, I know he technically doesn't have family, but I think this could be his mom.

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Their K!nks (SMT) HCS

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Sakamaki

Shu:

🖤Okay, we know that he is a very p*rverted guy and that doesn’t mean just outdoors. 🖤He, like the rest of his brothers, is an animal. 🖤But of course, everyone has different ways of displaying that and different k*nks. 🖤So anyway let’s get to it. 🖤Now he really loves a$$ and thighs so when you wear skirts, you have sold this man. 🖤Especially the loose ones like the skater skirts. 🖤Mostly cause he can look up under there and comment about it and he can also put his hand up there and play. 🖤Plus grabbing your thigh whenever he pleases is just a plus for him. 🖤He’ll do this even in front of his brother, Reiji. 🖤Although we all know he is pretty dominant when it comes to the bedroom he does like it if his lover rides him. 🖤Mostly because he can grab your chest or a$$ whenever he pleases. 🖤Plus he doesn’t mind the view of your b**bs bouncing. 🖤Although most of the time he is the one in charge, he’s usually pretty consistent with his moves and ideas but when things seem boring or you've provoked him he will try something different. 🖤Either by trying a new position, biting you somewhere different or going at a different pace than usual. 🖤And it’s all just to get you to be surprised, cause he really loves that 🖤He can do that no matter how many times you two have done this. 🖤He has a thing for mirror s*x and since he has such a grand bedroom he’d probably have some mirrors around. 🖤Likes to get caught—like he lives for that risk. 🖤After s*x, he likes it most when you stay in bed n*ked with him and he can trace the curves of your body. 🖤He does like bathtub s*x 🖤He likes curly hair on a girl so make sure to curl your hair ladies. 🖤A girl with sass and a mouth is a big thing for him. 🖤Will give you a hard time if your br@ has your b**bs spill out and shows a bit of your n*pple. 🖤Dim lighting.

Reiji:

🖤Okay, you want me to be honest? 🖤This man has so many k*nks, probably more than his older brother. 🖤And there are so many minor things that he really loves. 🖤Like he loves it when you cross your legs when wearing a skirt or a dress. 🖤When you're wearing a backless dress or top and he can see your shoulders and maybe a little bit of your spine. 🖤He finds it entrancing the way you hold things with your hands. 🖤How your eyes look around or when there is a glint of amusement or excitement in them. 🖤Or when you have meaningful eye contact. 🖤how you walk with your nice full figure. 🖤Even the way your l!ps move when you read. 🖤Is into BDS/M, like heavily.  🖤He’s all into the chaining you up thing. 🖤Corsets are a real go-getter. 🖤When you play chess with him and you have to strip each time you miss. 🖤Fingering, like, heavily. This man is a vag*na man! 🖤Mirror and shower s*x 🖤Even wall s*x 🖤After a ball, he likes to have s*x with you and f*ck you in that dress he picked out.  🖤Or just lifts up the skirt of your dress in a hurry and doesn’t give you much time to do anything. 🖤Is really into org@sm control and denial. 🖤Loves drugging your tea with s*x medications. 🖤Seriously he’s even invented his personal org@sm tea. 🖤So you’ll like org@sm for hours on end without even having any reason to, you’ll sit there and be wet. 🖤Which is something he can never get enough of because he gets to watch you squirm in this situation. 🖤And did I mention that he is of no help? He doesn’t feel bad not one bit. 🖤When you take off his glasses this really gets him. 🖤If you’re flexible he’d like to test the limits of that. 🖤Corruption k*nk, I think the virg*n on a unicorn song says it all, lol. Right @mikalara-dracula ? 🖤Hair pulling k*nk and undoing your hair.  🖤So like after a ball since you have your hair up or with a bow he likes to undo it and has your hair be down. 🖤Likes high heels on you. 🖤Choking, only sometimes. Usually, he wants you to be vocal. 🖤If you get the hiccups from being nervous around him he is all over for it. 🖤Idk what it is but he gets satisfaction from throwing you on the bed violently. 🖤Loves submissive women, or making them submissive. 🖤When you take off his glasses or whisper inappropriate things in his ear at a ball or at school he is hooked. 🖤Oral s*x, more on the receiving end (there’s been implied evidence on this) 🖤Realistically he is probably the type to use things on a bride that can be harmful but I’m not going into detail but medical devices may be used. 🖤Dim lighting 🖤He likes to have his fingers in your mouth too.

Laito:

🖤If a girl can dominate him he has been won over. 🖤French k!ssing. 🖤Shower s*x. 🖤He’d try out anything as we know it. 🖤Poly relationships 🖤And threesomes. 🖤N!pple piercings and tattoos. 🖤Hair pulling. 🖤Thigh-high socks. 🖤food play 🖤b|ood play? 🖤S*x while you’re on your period. (He doesn’t care). He has a thing for making abstract art on sheets anyways. 🖤Loves it when you get goosebumps. 🖤Has a thing for licking, (i’m not going into this) 🖤Toys, especially a vibrator. 🖤Oral s*x, mostly giving. 🖤N!pple biting. 🖤Fishnet stockings. 🖤Dim lighting/no lights 🖤Multiple partners/poly relationships 🖤Mini skirts 🖤Likes spreading your knees apart with his leg.

Kanato:

🖤Lights on. 🖤He is a dirty man so keep that in mind 🖤Is really into org@sm control and denial. 🖤Whenever he’s able to feel your cr*tch area and see you jolt. 🖤Likes giving oral and having you expose yourself to him. 🖤When you scratch his back or dig your nails into him. 🖤He likes how you eat cake and lick the frosting from your l!ps or fork. 🖤If there is cake crumbs or frosting on your cheek he will lick it off. 🖤He’s just so entranced by your l!ps that he’d love to bite them. 🖤Is really into the way you hum and probably has some choking k*nk. 🖤Loves small, pretty feet 🖤Traces your shoulders, calves, spine, neck, arms with his fingertips slowly to have you feel his touch. 🖤Loves if you’re flexible and would like to see you stretch in gymnastics or ballet. 🖤Because all he can think of is how he wants to stretch you. 🖤Really likes it when your wear babydolls and teddys, more specifically he likes it when you wear teddies. 🖤When you hiccup from crying or from being nervous. 🖤Likes it when you cry. 🖤Loves marking you! 🖤When he has s*x he wants to you be fully exposed and bare to the bone, no clothing stays on.  🖤So if he has s*x after a ball he will rip off your dress and all those layers of corsets and petticoats. 🖤He literally has the patience for it. 🖤Rose petals are scattered everywhere. 🖤Loves to play with your hair after s*x and wants you to stay n@ked with him. 🖤Likes to help you get dressed and k!ss every part of you. 🖤Loves eye contact to the core and he doesn’t want you to look away, especially during your climax.

Ayato:

🖤God complex 🖤Being messy with the sheets and when taking off clothes. 🖤He likes when your lipstick rubs off. 🖤B|ood play. 🖤(he uses tourer devices) 🖤He looks like he’d like wax play? 🖤Rough and aggressive kind of guy. 🖤He doesn’t have too many k!nks. 🖤Degrading k!nk for sure. 🖤Marking you. 🖤He likes red undergarments on you. 🖤He’s more so into giving you pain so there are not too many k!nks. 🖤Anything with your chest tho. 🖤Likes it if you don’t wear a br@, that’s for sure. 🖤N!pple biting 🖤Biting in general. 🖤Likes if you have dramatic makeup. 🖤He prefers to be in charge and likes to embarrass you.

Subaru:

🖤Shower and wall s*x  🖤Rough, very rough. 🖤Wants to get caught but also doesn’t at the same time. 🖤When your br@ has your b**bs spill out and shows a bit of your n!pples. 🖤Especially during s*x when he’s still getting your clothes off. 🖤N!pple biting. 🖤Having his fingers in your mouth. 🖤Clutching your a$$. 🖤If you hiccup because you’re nervous around him. 🖤Sometimes likes it from behind. 🖤Likes fighting for dominance with you. 🖤Ripping your clothes off. 🖤Scratching his back. 🖤When you try to be quiet. 🖤Loves it when he can get you to be loud and then will tell you you’re too loud. 🖤Likes to have s*x in risky places. 🖤Wants to break the bed. 🖤Pins your arms above your head. 🖤It’s weird but he thinks it’s a turn-on if you fall off the bed. 🖤Likes giving oral.

Kino:

🖤Mirror s*x 🖤Likes to get caught. 🖤He might try org@sm control and denial sometimes. 🖤When you scratch his back. 🖤When you k!ss his jawline. 🖤Marking you and showing off your hickeys. 🖤Making you louder and tea$ing you for it. 🖤Lights on. 🖤Breaking the bed. 🖤See-through clothes 🖤Lace undergarments 🖤Eye-contact 🖤Seeing you have shocked expressions. 🖤He might want try blindfolding sometimes. 🖤s*x cam and likes to rewatch stuff. 🖤s*xting and will send you audio messages. 🖤Likes nudes. 🖤Likes it if he’s really rough to the point where you’re hair gets messy because of it. 🖤Really likes it when you take charge. 🖤Likes twisting your words to have you get confused and admit something. 🖤Wants you to beg.

Mukami

Ruki:

🖤He really likes skirts a lot tbh mostly cause he can see your nice legs and he can finger you when he pleases. 🖤likes braids because it exposes your neck. 🖤He is into BDS/M, like blindfolds are his thing for sure. A black lace blindfold if I may add. 🖤Is really into org@sm control and denial. 🖤Likes the way you chew on the end of your pencil. It really gets him tbh. 🖤If you're somewhat hesitant sometimes by what he says he gets a kick out of it. 🖤Likes to screw you in the library and will finger you behind the bookshelf in your school skirt or in class. 🖤Hopes that someone will notice. 🖤He loves how it just leaves you with such a shocked expression. 🖤Loves to take your undergarments away as punishment and you go to school without them on. 🖤Likes to have you read to him while he’s taking off your clothes and biting you. 🖤He also likes to read to you when you’re just in your under/wear. It makes things more interesting to him. 🖤Slides your undergarments down with his teeth. 🖤He likes putting his fingers in your mouth. 🖤Biting your ear. 🖤If you’re flexible he’s really into that. 🖤Likes having s*x in the dark for surprises and a little moonlight is enough.

Yuma: 🖤He really likes it when you sit in his lap when doing something together and he eventually becomes hard. 🖤Especially if you’re wearing a skirt mostly cause he can slip his hand under there while you're trying to be focused on homework. 🖤He is always clutching, grabbing, or smacking your a$$ at some point in the day. 🖤Like you’ll get up from your seat when class is over and he’ll grab it since you've turned around and you’re embarrassed/ a little mad at him. But he digs that about you. 🖤He likes to carry you and when he does this he loves to grab your a$$ in the process which scrunches up your skirt and possibly shows a bit of your under/wear which can be annoying. But he likes exposing you like that. 🖤Will get really upset if you wear safety shorts for the day. He’ll probably just rip them off. 🖤Oh, he really likes it when your hair is in your face cause he gets to move it out of the way and smirk at you which makes you blush. 🖤He likes to walk in on you showering and will join (so shower s*x). 🖤And he likes to see you in the bathtub and prefers you don’t have bubbles covering you. 🖤He likes braiding your hair and this is mostly because after he’s done he’ll trace his fingers up the back of your neck and plant k!sses on it. 🖤Moves your legs apart to catch you off guard when your sitting next to him, just cause. 🖤When you garden with him he likes to have you wear a white dress to get you wet with water so he can see your body in the transparent fabric. 🖤He also likes it if you’re wearing a skirt when you help him and bend down too far. When this happens he just comes up behind you and smacks your a$$. 🖤He likes to bite your h!ps a lot and he likes that his hands are strong enough to hold your squirming body in place. 🖤Is into an@l but wouldn’t only do it if you were okay with it. 🖤Likes to throw you all around the room. 🖤Heavily into oral s*x too, both giving and reviving. He does like to receive but understands if his lover doesn’t want to bc either way he likes giving. 🖤And he loves to finger you, like it doesn’t matter where or when he’ll do it in class, during your ride to school, even in the garden. 🖤He likes to f*ck you up against the window that is by his garden so he can possibly have his brothers catch a glimpse. 🖤He really likes screwing you in the garden the most and this is also because you’ll have your shoes on (probably some little flats) and they end up falling off bc his thrusts are so hard. 🖤He leaves a lot of bruises but traces them over with soft k!sses later tho. 🖤After s*x he likes to watch you put your clothes back on, well if he hasn’t ripped them anyways.  🖤Other times he helps, mostly because he knows how unstable your legs might be. He tea$es you about it. 🖤“Little pigs should be able to stand on their own.” He’d smirk, having his arms around your waist. 🖤As he is helping you slip your underwe@r on he’ll sometimes tea$e you by slipping them down again and pinning you down on the mattress. 🖤Did I mention that he has ripped some of your favorite undergarments before? 🖤This is because he is eager and doesn’t care. 🖤Other times when you’re getting dressed he likes to pull you back by your thong and sometimes he’ll rip it with all his strength. 🖤You get mad but he tells you he’ll buy you a new one. But he never does 🖤I’ve headcanoned this with @mikalara-dracula that he likes to give oral underwater too. 🖤Lights on, all the time.

🖤Because it's supposedly believed that he is Romanian, he speaks Romanian to you only in the bedroom.

Kou:

🖤Likes it in the dark. 🖤Likes role play stuff. 🖤So lots of customs 🖤Cat Ears/Tail 🖤Knee socks 🖤Being dominated 🖤Trying new things. 🖤Lowkey into furry sh*t. 🖤Making his s/o wear a cat collar with his initials on it. 🖤Pastel garters with spikes. 🖤Bondage. 🖤Toys. 🖤And trying new things. 🖤Licking you just to catch you off guard. 🖤Likes it if you’re in charge and if you dominate him. 🖤Is definitely into riding—like, seriously.

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hi! could you do headcanons of how the sakamakis are at school? like how they are in the classroom, what cliques they might be in, after school activities etc. ? thank you!

Ryoutei High-The diaboys at school (s + m + t) hcs

Hi Love,

Sorry, this has taken so long, I'm really trying to put this together for you. I'm really glad you asked this because I've been wanting to talk about their school life for so long. Really hope you like it though. :)

-Liannelara

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📚Okay, so it’s an academy and a night school, so just keep that in mind.

📚The name of the academy is called Ryoutei High School Academy

📚The town's name (not 100% sure) is Kaminashi.

📚High school in Japan is only three years.

📚School times are: 8:00pm/20:00 - 2:00am/2:00. Lunchtime is 12:00 am/24:00 (canon in a drama cd of theirs)

📚Like most schools, class is about 6-7hrs.

📚The school allows students of all grades to participate in things together.

📚It is a school with lower attendance than a regular school seeing it's an academy.

📚They have school festivals/field trips

📚Everyone who attends is from a rich family (I assume).

📚And you know everyone wears a uniform, but I do picture everyone does alter it to their style. We will get into that later tho.

📚The main school colors are Red, White, and black. Sometimes there are embellishments of gold tho. (not confirmed it just looks this way.)

📚I picture they have a basketball team and cheerleading team.

📚I know they have a music room, and I picture there to be a gym where gymnastics is practiced. 

📚I also see that ballet, art, and singing classes are offered.

📚The school has a lot of school festivals and assemblies for all grades.

📚They have school dances and parades too.

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P.s. I'm honestly so glad Kino's meme was in there lol. I'm honestly proud haha.

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(Tw: Inc*st)

Decided to draw a “Rich uncle Tony that’s barely ever in town with his nephew Peter who’s a young and upcoming college student ” inspired piece last night :p then impulsively wrote a lil smth to go along with it for kicks and giggles too ha

(Also yes Tony has a dad bod,, I find it fking hot so-- it shall be included in a lot of my work XD along with peter who also finds it very attractive)

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Title: Intoxicated Love

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Main Tags: Uncle! Tony, Nephew! Peter, inc*st, belly k*nk

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Peter throughout the night couldn’t help but notice how his uncle's eyes either decided to bore right into him, or look away completely as if he wasn’t even in the room.

The alcohol the other man was consuming had begun to make his eyes a bit more.. wandering, and Peter couldn’t help but feel a strange rush of adrenaline flow throughout his body.

He hadn’t seen him since graduation because Tony had a lot of other responsibilities. When Peter would bring it up though, all Tony would do it quirk a brow and place a hard hand on his shoulder, and squeezing as he’d say—

“How else do you think I’ll be able to afford those Lego sets of yours? And college- don’t forget about that.”

Peter would usually go to protest but his uncle tended to speak up and waggle his finger,

“Ah ah, no buts. I like doing it for you kid. Makes me feel useful in your life.”

Tony would always say it in such a self-condescending way, too.

Peter'd scoff and put a finger up to the other man’s face in retort— pouting playfully, which would make Tony's eyes glint a bit with something.. unfamiliar to Peter.

Now though, as he noticed that uncle Tony would in fact be staying the night to abide May and Pepper’s wishes, he’d offered to go make sure the guest bedroom was up to snuff.

Peter couldn’t help but stand confused as he fluffed pillows and straightened the bedding.

Why was Tony acting so.. strange tonight.

The other man seems to get spooked of Peter every assorted hour— evading him and going to instead grab yet another drink from the fridge.

Not that Peter was complaining about that though.

Peter bit his lip, thinking back on how the alcohol seems to slur the man’s voice and push it to a low rasp.. fingers delicately caressing the back of the couch or, Peter's favorite, would let his hand drift down to rub softly at his middle.

The turtle neck was working wonders for his uncle, who had put on a little since he’d last seen him. And god was it fucking hot.

The soft love handles that had begun to form— or the way his belly rested ever so slightly over his (now tighter) leather belt. God and the thighs.. Peter wanted to feel what those felt like to sit on. He needed to.

Maybe I could walk back in there and sit on his lap.. wouldn’t be too weird right? He’s family. And everyone’s so drunk, all they’d do was laugh.

He knew he shouldn’t find it attractive. Or his uncle. But the man was barely ever around anyways other than on holidays..so it wasn’t as bad.

Suddenly though, he heard heavier steps walking down the hall, followed by the slight squeak of the door that was behind him.

Peter's cheeks warmed when he saw that it was the man he had just been totally not fantasizing about.

“U-Uncle Tony? You didn’t have to come back here. I uh, I got it covered.” Peter watched as the older man swayed a bit before taking a few steps into the room, a hand shutting the door enough to where if someone walked back they couldn't possibly see inside—

Oh shit, what?

“Unless you’re planning to go on to bed. In which case, um.. I can get out of your hair— yeah. Sorry uncle Tony—“

“Shh..” he heard, watching and then feeling as his uncle's intoxicated amber gaze ran over his body, eventually making it's way back up to his own slightly darker ones.

“Don’t speak.. just.. be quiet for me Pete..”

The only thing Peter did though, was squeak at the hand that was suddenly running down his back— warm and a lot larger than his own which came to reside under his arm. Fingers digging into his ribs a bit which forced him to press a little closer.

Peters eyes shot up to Tony’s, confusion and arousal no doubt evident in his own gaze while Tony’s looked.. fuck they were dark.

Peter couldn’t help but smile nervously— though immediately stopping as he mentally cursed himself for being so god damned awkward.

He figured he was entitled to a bit of it though because his uncle was fucking pressed up against him.

How else was he supposed to react??

Peter's eyes eventually fluttered down to mentally caress the other man’s figure, figuring he miswell since he never got the chance before.. he never wanted his uncle to feel uncomfortable.

His throat shut momentarily as his eyes dared to go lower, pupils blown as he looked over the expanse of his uncle's softer middle, though a bit taut from all the alcohol and food he’d indulged in.

Could he take a chance?

He spent a few seconds debating upon it, and eventually at the feeling of his uncle's hands beginning to caress, lifted his own smaller one to rest over the man’s stomach.

Fuck it was warm..hot even. Fuck fuck.

Peter's breath stuttered when he heard Tony's breath hitch a bit.

He suddenly began to worry if he had done something wrong— god this was all wrong but, somehow this just felt worse. Indulging in a kink- or.. fetish maybe, of his that he'd only really taken to exploring through a couple videos on pornhub.

Just as he was about to remove his hand and break his uncle's request of no talking, he felt the older man pull Peter closer— causing his lower chest to press right into his uncle's distended stomach.

Oh god— Peter mewled, eyes nearly tearing up from how aroused he was when he went to rest his other hand around his uncle's waist to splay his fingers over the other man’s soft side.

He could feel the hot breath of his uncle over the top of his head— hear how labored they were as Peter got bold and pressed closer, in turn pressing his erection right up against Tony’s thigh.

“Oh Pete..” the older man murmured, hands coming to rub up and down his back causing the white cloth to ride up a bit and expose his own warm, pale skin.

“Peter.."

Peter decided then and there that his name had never sounded so hot.

"You feel so good..”

Peter let out a whined moan into Tony’s chest, biting his lip to try and make it a bit quieter.

Rutting up against the older man, Peter couldn’t help but feel a bit reckless.. a little more naughty than before.

As his hand began to snake down Tony’s middle, soft and hot to the touch, his pinky finally had contact with the stark chill of the belt’s metal clasp.

Oh god was he doing this?

Were they doing this?

Right as he let his hand fall lower, he heard a low groan erupt from his uncles throat— causing him to now notice the raging hard-on Tony had in his dress pants.

Fuck he felt big..

Peter rutted again, whining low and in his throat when suddenly he heard another voice that didn’t belong to himself or his uncle.

“Where did Tony go?” He could hear May ask, though a bit slurred and no doubt still coming from the living room.

The both of them paused, Peter immediately worried that somehow they knew. Heard one of Peter's whines— anything.

“Probably taking a piss,” Pepper responded,” he drank a lot tonight.”

Tony seemed to groan at that, wrapping both arms around his smaller frame— and at that point he couldn’t tell if Tony was listening or not.

“Not that much..” Came the slurred husky words from his uncle, making Peter shudder in his grasp.

Oh. Yep, he’s listening.

“Oh yeah..” then a pause that Peter figured was left to May thinking, “That’s a good point.”

After May’s final declaration, silence fell back over the room. Other than the soft music that played from the kitchen and the breaths that were being exchanged in the guest room, Peter couldn’t hear anything.

It made his ears prick a bit when he heard the tussling of fabric, and the warmth that had circled around him beginning to pull away.

“Mm..” Tony’s eyes stared down at him, causing his stomach to flip with curiosity and further arousal as Peter wondered what his uncle was going to do now.

Peter noted how Tony’s eyes sluggishly then turned to look over at the bed behind them for too long to be a glance before speaking.

“You’re a good boy Peter.” His voice was gravely and deep, making a shiver run down Peter's spine and right to his groin at the praise.

“Uncle Tony?” Peter reached out, but was met with his uncle’s hand— stopping him from moving further.

“I’m going to go take a piss.” Tony’s eyes held a more serious intent now, lips wet and soft as he spoke.

“I’ll see you back out there Pete.”

And with that, he was gone— down the hall and headed towards the bathroom. It was only when Peter heard the door shut did he let out a hot and heavy breath.

What just happened?..

Flustered and a bit shaky with an un-helped hard on, Peter began to finish straightening up the room around him for his uncle when he chose to head to bed.

What was going to happen tomorrow at breakfast with the rest of the family before heading out for the cabin? Would Tony remember what he did? Would he pretend like it never happened?

Peter figured that’s what had to happen. What they had just done was.. borderline illegal in many senses of the word.

Peter flushed as he thought about it but ultimately tried to shake the thoughts from his mind. Maybe it had been a mistake?.

He tsked. Mistake or no mistake. Peter planned on taking advantage of the knowledge that his uncle found some amount of pleasure in being around him.

God it was exciting to think of what he could do. What they could do when everyone around them would think they were just being family. Thinking it was normal.

To be continued..?

Lemme know if you'd like more of this particular idea! I am definitely down to write it XD I'd love to write an inc*st slow burn fic one of these days

[tinyidle]

Hi~ I just found your blog and I read some of your Twice idle reactions they were really good. And I was wondering if could ask for a Dreamcatcher reaction to you calling them Mommy? Like the one for Twice? Thank you in advance 💗

Reaction Tuesday: You Call Them “Mommy”- Dreamcatcher

hihi! thank you very much, especially when it is very hard for my stuff to get traction because most of the smuts i see come from either female nevies and onces who write in male povs or male nevies and onces. although i don't mind that, as a female neverland and once, i would like to write in the female s/o to feel comfortable.

anyway, now that my little spiel is over, i can make a reaction of dreamcatcher for you! sorry it's coming late, but at the same time i wanted to do this for my reaction tuesdays series as well as the new years list that i said id do if i didn't finish my wip list that i made last year (literally a few days ago). so, here you go!

taggities: @jisuahh , @moonchild614 , @yun-ash-070314 , @apxthetical

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WARNING: suggestive smut, title explains it all, physical contact, use of nicknames/pet names, mentions of being strict, mdlb (similar to ddlg or ddlb but the “b” stands for baby here), mentions of domming, slight swearing, mentions of praise, mentions of having a t*tty k*nk, dom!mommy!idol, sub!baby!reader idolxgen reader, all fiction since i don’t actually know much about the members

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jiu:

being the leader and all, she just loves when she can baby her baby. so you calling her "mommy" she loves very very much. expect her to give you lots of hugs and treats of all sorts; even if you ask to let her kiss you, she'd do it for you.

"and what does baby want mommy to do for her?"

sua:

feels odd about it until it's in bed. if you do it outside the bedroom expect her to act flustered because she most likely is. but in between the sheets, oh she would want you to call her that the whole time she is fucking her fingers in and out of your tight hole as in on a mission.

"god, i love when you call me mommy. and your little pussy loves it when i call you mommy, too."

sihyeon:

she loves when you call her "mommy". somehow when you say that her dominant side comes out. she will make you sit on her lap almost all the time. she will make you hold her hand all the time. she will cling to your side when she feels possessive. but most of all, she'll always top you when things get heated. more like a "daddy" than a "mommy", if you ask me.

"don't you just love being mommy's little baby?"

handong:

she is like ??? she loves you and would love if you go soft for her every once in a while, but you calling her "mommy" would throw her off every time. you could be grinding onto her and she acts very dominating, grabbing your hips to make you grind harder, and you call her that. she would blush and get subby for a moment.

"honey, you know i prefer you call me baby."

yoohyeon:

she is a silent killer (if you read my "sana go-to dirty talk" you'd understand what i mean). when you call her "mommy", expect her to be so much rougher with sex while sweet talking you.

"baby loves it when mommy pleasures her so well? yeah? good girl."

dami:

as "mommy" (or "daddy") as she may seem to the public eye, i think she would be very soft. don't get me wrong, rough play is common within you two but you guys share neutral roles. if you call her "mommy", she'll turn dark for a second and make you call her "daddy" or "sir". if any feminine terms, then "mistress".

"call me 'daddy' instead, babybun."

gahyeon:

she'd actually prefer her calling you mommy instead. she is a sub at heart, so she would love it if you dominate her in soft or hard situations. she would whine so hard while you toy with her nipples and cunt with your fingers and small bullet dildo.

''mommy, pleaseeee wreck me harder!"

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hopefully you liked reading this as much as i liked writing it!

if you want me to do a specific one with a specific group, let me know!

[jackrrabbit]

🤍 Haikyuu WIP excerpts

preview post for hq because recently i showed sara a list of my works in progress and she laughed at me and then made a dn joke like this is 2015 or something. we got:

🤍 communal property /// ushijima x f!reader x tendou 🤍 sunshower /// atsumu x f!reader x osamu 🤍 corporate ethics /// kuroo x f!reader

anyway these are all terrible first drafts and i'm not sorry. however i am very very into these pieces and if you're interested in seeing them finished, you should tell me fr fr

🤍 communal property /// Ushijima x f!Reader x Tendou

Summary: Tendou shares everything with Ushijima—his food, his dorm room, even the AVs he likes. Why not his girlfriend, too?

Tags/warnings: poly relationship in progress (only you and Tendou are dating at this point), mild suggestiveness ??, s*ze k*nk

Status: 10k words written (holy fuck lol) out of ~11k total? this bitch better get finished is2g

After the match, your voice is hoarse from screaming but you still manage to yell congratulations for your boyfriend when you meet him and Ushijima outside the locker room in the stadium. You’re pumped on the adrenaline of the game, so you don’t even protest like you usually would when Tendou picks you up in the middle of your hug and lifts you off the ground effortlessly. “How was I? Awesome, right? I told you we would beat them!”

“You did, you so did—“ Even though your throat hurts, you can’t help gushing about every rally, every soul-crushing block, every impossible spike. “—and then the guy on the left thought he was clear to shoot it but you just—“ You throw your arms in the air and mime hitting the ball down like a blocker. “Wha-bam!—and the look on his face! I thought he was going to punch you!”

Tendou laughs and lays a sloppy kiss on your cheek, just as thrilled as you are by the win. “You really liked it that much? I thought you weren’t into sports.”

“I loved it! You were so cool! I can’t believe I’m dating someone so cool!” You wrap your legs around his back and hug his face close to yours, reveling in the fact that this weirdo belongs to you wholly and entirely, that you get to have him to yourself (well, other than his roommate). “And I’m not into sports, I’m into you.”

Tendou smiles in a way that makes the sides of his eyes crinkle up and little red patches bloom over his cheeks, a look that says, I like you so much (Y/N), I like you I like you I like you, except he’s probably trying not to be mushy like that since Ushijima is standing off to the side.

You feel a little bad for ignoring him (no one likes being the third wheel, even if he never shows signs of caring) so when Tendou sets you down you turn to Ushijima. “And you! Holy shit, Tendou said you were good, but I didn’t know you were that good. The ball when you hit it was super loud—honestly, how are your hands okay? If I hit it that hard I’d probably break something.”

“My hands are fine…this is normal for me.”

But just because you’ve got them here in front of you and you’re still pumped from the exhilaration of the win, you can’t help grabbing Ushijima’s hand and flipping it palm-up to inspect. True to his word, there’s no redness, just the calluses he’s built up on his long fingers. “Wow.”

“You don’t need to worry about Wakatoshi,” Tendou tells you, grinning and then making a face. “He’s a monster, he can handle it.”

“No kidding. You’re both monsters.” You put the base of your palm up against Ushijima’s to gauge the size of his hand against yours, and without prompting Tendou grabs your other hand to press against his own. Tendou’s fingers are a bit longer, but Ushijima’s are…thicker, more solid. Your hands look like a little kid’s in comparison. “Can I be honest? Half the time I was thinking I actually feel bad for the other team. If I had to take on both of you at the same time, I’d probably cry.”

You’re (mostly) joking, but it’s still a complete shock when you see the side of Ushijima’s mouth curl up a tiny bit. You’ve known each other for months at this point, but you’ve never seen him smile until now. Half of you is wondering if this is some kind of optical illusion caused by the atmosphere and the dim light of the stadium cutting through the evening, but the other half of you enjoys it. You made Ushijima smile. You did that.

“Don’t sell yourself short, (Y/N).” Ushijima says, tipping his head to the side.

“Yeah!” Tendou chimes in, resting his chin on top of your head and folding his arms around your neck from his place behind you. “I’m sure you could take both of us. Right, Wakatoshi?”

So that’s probably a sign.

🤍 sunshower /// Atsumu x f!Reader x Osamu

Summary: [Kitsune AU] You find an old Ō-Inari shrine in the woods that may not be as abandoned as it looks.

Tags/warnings: Shinto religion, this preview is biased toward tsumu oops, yearning/soft vibes

Status: 3.9k words written out of 5–6k? total

Atsumu was the one who found you.

That’s how he likes to talk about it, that he found you, like you’d still be wandering around lost in the woods if it weren’t for him. Osamu thinks you would have found your way back home eventually but Atsumu likes it better this way, this framing that makes it seem like they saved you.

It’s hard for him to tell time linearly the way humans do but you mention once that you’ve known them for a year and that seems to fit. It’s spring now, almost barely tipping into summer, and it was spring when Atsumu found you. He remembers because of the way it was raining: light and tender, a summer rain early in the season, each little drop tapping off a leaf and then rolling into the forest bed to be eaten up by the grass and the soil.

Atsumu likes the rain, likes the sweet earthy smell it makes and the way the plants look so lush and green and alive, like they’d bleed if he sunk his teeth into them. He was out in the woods because of the rain ('Samu was in the shrine, as usual, attempting to set buckets under the millions of holes in the roof so the rainwater wouldn’t pool and rot through the wood underneath). But Atsumu was half asleep in a tree when he heard you crashing through the undergrowth, tripping over ferns and snapping every twig in your path (thought ya might be a bear, he tells you later, that’s how loud ya were) but he wouldn’t really have woken up if he hadn’t heard you singing.

(The odd thing is, you weren’t actually singing. You remember that day as vividly as they do: the warm, humid air making your skin feel sticky under your yellow raincoat; the tiny raindrops filtering through the canopy and kissing your cheeks; the ink feathering out on the damp xerox of the old map you found in your great-aunt’s attic so you could barely make out the “X” that was supposed to mark the location of the lost Inari shrine… You were cursing how stupid you’d been to go on a wild goose chase into the mountains with no cell service and no marked trail to look for a shrine that no one had seen in decades. You definitely weren’t singing.)

But Atsumu remembers it differently. No matter how many times you explain that you were just talking to yourself, when he replays the sound of your voice back then (reaching and lilting and falling, the way the birds talk to each other in the early morning, except the music of it was poured into syllables and words), it sounds like you’re singing. He wasn’t sure at first, hadn’t heard a voice that wasn’t Osamu’s in so many years that he gets tired counting them, but then he saw you push into view from between two bushes and he thought, a human!

A girl, too—it was hard to say at first because you were wearing that weird, slick jacket of yours, so bright yellow it was like an oversized flower blooming out of the grass, but then you tilted your head up to feel the rain on your face and the hood fell down and he knew. Not just a human, a girl! Atsumu wanted to yell for Osamu, make him come and confirm that there was a person wandering around not a mile from the shrine. A real person! Singing and smiling and wiping the rain off her cheeks (does that mean you like the rain, just like he does? did you come out to feel it too?) But he also wanted to surprise Osamu so he hid his tails and his ears and came down from the tree and asked if you had lost your way in the forest, since you were so far from any path…

When you think back on this yourself you’re amazed that you just went with him: a strange boy (man?) wearing a fox mask and traditional Shinto priest robes, which were somehow pristine white and red despite him having appeared from nowhere in the middle of a dense forest, who told you he had no idea what direction the village was but he could take you to the Inari shrine you’d been searching for…well. Maybe you were too surprised to be wary, or maybe you were just exhausted and lost. But you like to think you had a sense of it even then, the irrational belief that the boy in the woods was not just a boy in the woods.

Atsumu thinks you knew. Humans always understand, even when they try not to… He remembers, he took your hand that day in the forest and you saw that the claws on his fingers were too long to be human, and you said nothing because on some level you already felt it. Your skin was cool then, smooth and damp from the rain; he wanted to stop, run his hands up your arms, touch the places on your face where your mouth had been turned up at the corners and press his fingers into your cheeks.

🤍 corporate ethics /// Kuroo x f!Reader

Summary: [Office AU] The new junior marketing associate just happens to be Kuroo’s favorite camgirl, and he’s having trouble keeping his hands to himself.

Tags/Warnings: boss/employee, businessman!Kuroo as a reformed player, camgirl reader, this excerpt has a lil bit of 18+ content 👀

Status: 1.2k words written out of 4k? words total

Kuroo doesn’t watch porn.

It’s not, like, a moral principle or something. He has nothing against pornography. As far as he knows, it’s perfectly normal for single men. He just doesn’t like it…unless it’s you.

When he was in school it was easy. Being a teenager meant being so flooded with hormones that a warm breeze could get him up, and the adrenaline rush of winning a game was better than any big-titted porn actress faking moans into a shit-quality boom mic. Sure, he watched porn back then (what teenage boy didn’t?), but it was more out of curiosity than necessity. It was all kind of a mystery at that point, the way it can only be when you’re a clueless virgin and you and all your friends are too busy practicing for the next game to get girls.

Somehow Bokuto was the first one in their friend group to lose his virginity, and the memory of the dumbass self-consciously describing the experience has been lodged in Kuroo’s brain for the 10+ years since. “It was…I don’t know. She smelled good. You know how girls always smell good?” Bokuto’s hands twitched and his face was pink. “It’s just really…soft.”

Soft was right, Kuroo would reflect when he got laid for the first time a few months later. Soft, warm, wet. Sex was awkward at first, but before he knew it it was more natural than breathing.

It didn’t change much after high school, either. He didn’t get into volleyball for the groupies, but they didn’t hurt. There were girls when he played for his college team, more girls when he joined a business frat, so many girls he couldn’t keep track…they blurred together after a while. It didn’t take effort. You don’t need game when you’re 6’2 and you’re in the gym 40 hours a week, and you definitely don’t need porn.

So he never got into it. Now that he’s promoting volleyball instead of playing, things are more complicated. Kuroo’s never been the type who expects things to fall in his lap, but there are so many rules when it comes to dating in the real world. Good morning texts, anniversaries, flowers, parents. It’s exhausting. One time—seriously, just one time—Kuroo misses his girlfriend’s birthday to go watch a Jackals game, and the next time he sees her she throws her drink on him in public and keys his car. After that, Kuroo decides that until he’s ready to settle down there will be no more girlfriends. Which means no more reliable sex. Which means resorting to porn.

Which means you.

You, batting your eyelashes at the camera and biting the side of your lip. You, purring and mewing like a kitten. You, lying back on your pretty pink bedsheets in your pretty pink lingerie, sliding your hands between your legs. It takes Kuroo a full month to decide to pay for access to your website (Kenma’s unsolicited recommendation) but it takes less than five minutes for him to upgrade access to premium. You look like a wet dream—no, you look like the centerfold of every dirty magazine Kuroo managed to get his hands on when he was younger. Pristine and alluring and so deliciously out of reach.

And you make it so simple. No delicate emotional games with rules Kuroo never bothered to learn. No pretending to care how your day was. You untie the little bows on the side of your panties and lick your fingers and Kuroo just has to take his dick out and watch you. Getting off hasn’t been this easy for him since college. You’re a camgirl, you exist on his computer screen, and that’s how he likes it.

Which makes it a lot more awkward when Kuroo finds out that the only woman he’s gotten off to in the past…year, maybe?…somehow just got hired in JVA’s sports promotion department as his junior associate.

Your prim work blouse is buttoned up to the collar and your makeup is different, but he knows it’s you. You have to tell him your name twice because he’s too stunned to respond the first time, and even then he can’t summon up more of a response than a curt nod because his mouth tastes like dirt.

You smile a little awkwardly at his cool reception, and the hand you’d extended out to shake swings back down to your side. “Um, the guy at HR said he sent up my info yesterday…I’ll be working directly underneath you?”

Directly underneath me. Kuroo is taking a sip of his coffee when you say this. He doesn’t spit it out, but it’s close.

[confusedpan-da]

Math homework

short story starts after the cut ^^

!!swear warning!! (no really... it's Bakugou. You have been warned.)

This is a short part from one of my stories on ao3! I really wanted to write Kirishima "subtile" babying Bakugou because he knows how stressed he is. I wanted to write it so bad that everything I wrote before that was just utter nonsense (๑•́ ₃ •̀๑) but anyways, what may be important to know is that the homework he's doing isn't needed till a week later sooooo don't worry XD

please DNI K!nk (dd/g etc.)

Enjoy! :3

„Aww, good job Kats! “

„Shut up! “

„But you did such an amazing job! How can I not-"

„I said shut the FUCK up! “, Bakugou was sitting at his desk, doing his homework… or rather trying through Kirishima commenting on literally everything he did! Fucking annoying! Did that fucking rock idiot not take his fucking normal pills or what?! „Now, what’s the solution to c ?“

„Oh please! You yourself don’t even know!! Don’t play the fucking teacher shitty hair! “

„Well, “, Kirishima rubbed the back of his head while laughing. Fucking stupid…

„It’s true that I don’t know the answer but that’s why it’s so amazing how you can just write it down without thinking for too long! You are so smart! “, Bakugou scoffs, of course he’s fucking smart! About time the idiot said something that wasn’t dumb. „Why don’t you do your fucking homework rock for brains?!“

„Oh, I’d love to “, suuuure „but I have to supervise you Kats. “, Kirishima grinned widely.

„The hell?! Who do you think I a-"

„Do you want something to drink? “

„Don’t fucking interrupt me! “

„Don’t just ignore my question! Do you want something to drink or not? “, Kirishima raised his eyebrow. Ok… maybe Bakugou was a little thirsty… he nodded. „Oh, I didn’t hear you. “, stupid idiot. „YES! “, Kirishima placed his hands on his ears to shield them from Bakugous scream.

„Welp, I certainly heard that. “, he giggled „I’ll be right back! “

Finally, some fucking peace! Sadly, that peace didn’t last longer than ten minutes… although Bakugou was wondering why the fuck Kirishima needed whole ten minutes just to poor water into a glass.

That question was answered quickly when a mug with hot milk, that suspiciously smelled like vanilla, was placed right beside him on the desk. Bakugou was stunned. What the fuck was that idiot playing? …

He didn’t even scream anymore, just looked to the mug to Kirishima and back, repeating that a few times over until he finally asked „what the fuck is that? “

Kirishima looked him dead in the eyes while replying with „Your drink. “

„Why? “

„You said you are thirsty. “

„Yeah. But milk isn’t for when someone is thirsty!”

“It’s a liquid tho…”, Kirishima crooked his head, placing his finger under his chin into a thinking pose. „Yes! But it’s… you know what. Forget it. “

„What do we say? “, why the fuck was that stupid idiot talking like Bakugou is a little kid?! Although…it’s a nice feeling somehow. A distraction from the stress that’s been hanging over him for weeks now.

No wait.

Stop it! Don’t admit it!

„Now? “, Kirishima asked, expression still sweet but his voice a bit sterner now. „What do we say? “

„Thanks? “

„There you go! “, the redhead clapped his hands while smiling again. „Oh! You did another two exercises while I was gone! You are doing so great! Just one more to go. “, Eij… Kirishima! Kirishima exclaimed.

„You are being creepy. “, the blond mumbled. Concentrating becoming harder and harder the more Eiji talked. Maybe he could do this one exercise later?

[starlight-writes-stuff]

SO HEAR ME OUT an nsfw alphabet for draco

hey bestie - im literally so excited to do this (: i have a guilty pleasure of reading nsfw alphabets so u really hit the nail on the head with this request . n e ways , enjoy !

AYO LOOK AT THESE ! : smut (duh but still) , hair pulling , breeding k!nk , unprotected sex (wrap it b4 u tap it) , masturbation , choking , light bondage , praise kink , general adult themes and content so please only read if ur okay with that .

reblogs are always appreciated ! <3 ☁  ☁  ☁  ☁  ☁  ☁  ☁  ☁  ☁  ☁  ☁  ☁  ☁  ☁  ☁  ☁  ☁  ☁  ☁  ☁

a = aftercare (what they’re like after sex)

draco is the literal definition of a fluff fic after sex - hes so soft and loving and affectionate . if the sex was on the rougher side , draco goes out of his way to kiss any bruises , cuts , or red marks he may have left on you, soothing the sinfully painful spots with soft touches of his suddenly gentle fingertips.  

b = body part (their favorite body part of theirs and also their partner’s)

draco is built like a greek mf god , and he knows it . he’s all lean , toned muscles and his alabaster pale skin only makes him look more ethereal . draco is quite proud of his body and isn’t afraid to show off if needed.

draco literally loves everything about you , and you’ve tried over and over to get him to pick his most favorite - he never does it because he’s a stubborn little shit and refuses to let you think that he values one part of you over any other . finally , you wore him down to coming up with a top 3 : your hands , your hair , and your chest .

 your hands as they fit perfectly in his , they brush his hair out of his eyes with a gentleness that melts him every time (and the way you dig your nails into his back or his arms iykyk) . 

draco loves your hair mostly because its the exact opposite of his own ; long , thick , and chocolate brown . he’s constantly playing with your hair , whether that's running his hands through it or gently tugging on it to get your attention . he would kill you if you ever told anyone , but draco taught himself how to braid your hair so he would have something repetitive to do to calm his anxiety .

 draco loves your chest : he's such a boob guy . he is such a boob guy . even in a non-sexual context , draco loves having his hands up your shirt just feeling how soft your breasts are , the way that he can feel your heartbeat if you’re still enough . when things are getting *frisky* draco loves your tits - in his hands , using his mouth on them , titty-fucking you , literally everything . 

c = cum (anything to do with cum, basically)

draco has a huge breeding kink , but is simultaneously terrified of getting you pregnant. he knows that he wants to be a dad eventually , but draco malfoy is the king of daddy issues™ and can’t fathom having a child right now .

that doesn’t stop him from filling you up with his cum every time you guys fuck - draco loves watching your face as you take his entire load , begging him not to pull out . 

once he does , though , draco’s head is immediately between your legs watching his manhood drip out of you , fingering it out of you while you whimper at the way he seems to hit all the right spots . 

he’s extremely thankful for the tiny , yellow birth control pills that you’re on , and he reminds you every day to take them .

d = dirty secret (pretty self explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs)

draco had never , ever said i love you to someone during or after sex until the two of you had your first time . now , its a normal occurrence for draco to tell you how much he loves you as he thrusts into your pretty , fucked out body . he lets his forehead fall to yours , moaning the words in between heavy breaths as he finishes inside you .

e = experience (how experienced are they? do they know what they’re doing?)

draco had a couple of hookups , and a complicated friends with benefits situation before the two of you got together , so he was somewhat experienced by the time you guys finally got down to it . he made sure you felt so good the entire time , using every trick in his book to make you cum around him over and over until he reached completion as well . 

f = favorite position (this goes without saying)

draco is a sucker for regular old missionary . he likes being able to watch your face as you take every inch of him , watching your facial expressions change and morph under the influence of his pleasure . if he’s eager to feel you - all of you - draco will hook one of your legs over his shoulders , giving him better access to your sex . this is the one instance where draco wont keep eye contact with you : he can't resist watching himself slide in and out of you , coated in your cum .

however

he's an absolute sucker for you riding him , too . he loves to let you take control and chase your pleasure - plus the visual of you bouncing up and down on his cock , eyes rolling back into your head as you hit all the right spots is enough to send him over the edge . if you get tired while on top , draco will gladly hold your hips in place , fucking up into you until you practically collapse into him , entirely taken over by the force of your orgasm. 

g = goofy (are they more serious in the moment? are they humorous? etc.)

intimacy is something that didn’t come easy for you and draco; he’d never been with someone that he actually loved before you . there was a deep intensity to the emotions shared between you two during sex , and draco viewed that time between the both of you as something almost sacred . foreplay , or just general teasing can be silly with you two , but making love is more serious . 

h = hair (how well groomed are they? does the carpet match the drapes? etc.)

draco keeps himself trimmed , but not entirely clean shaven , and the hair down there is darker than his signature white-blond locs .

i = intimacy (how are they during the moment? the romantic aspect)

(refer back to g but i could talk about this for days) draco is incredibly romantic when it comes to sex . your first time was like something out of a movie - draco had lit candles everywhere , filling the room with soft , flickering light , as well as changing the sheets on your bed to a soft , white cotton . he’d taken his time making you comfortable ; you and draco had talked through all your fears for hours before he laid a hand on you . once you were ready , draco’s touches had been soft and slow and tender all over your body - he’d made you feel like the angel you were . quickly , you learned that draco wasn’t like that just because it had been your first time ; draco made an effort to make sex just as special every time. 

j = jack off (masturbation headcanon)

draco was raised thinking that masturbation was a shameful act , something dirty and below him (you literally can not tell me that this isn't true i'll fight it until the day i die . as much as i love narcissa the malfoy family fkn sucks and they damaged draco so bad . anyways) so it’s very rare that he’ll get himself off. when he does , its somewhere where he can quickly get rid of the evidence , such as the shower . 

k = kink (one or more of their kinks)

while draco makes sex between you two meaningful and special , that doesn’t mean that he’s afraid to be rough (after yall have had a long talk about it before where you gave him enthusiastic consent ofc . ) 

draco loves to pull your hair or wrap a hand around your throat while he’s hitting it from the back , so much so that he’ll bring your back up to his chest . 

he really enjoys a bit of light choking here and there - just enough to watch your pretty face flush with blood , making your moans the slightest bit weaker . 

draco loves to tie your hands up above your head while he’s eating you out as well ; it makes you take all the pleasure he’s willing to give , and he lives for the way your body writhes and bucks under his skillful tongue. 

you literally can not tell me that draco doesn’t have a praise kink - both giving and receiving . draco loves to tell you how good of a job your doing whether you're sucking him off or taking all of him inside you , and he’s constantly reassuring you that you’re doing such a good job.

however

he fucking loves when you praise him as well (my theory as to why is so fkn sad so we wont go over that here) but that boy lives for you telling him how good he’s making you feel , and when you encourage him nodding and whining for him to go faster . its the one thing that undoes him almost immediately , and he flushes furiously every time you tell him just how fantastic he’s doing .  

l = location (favorite places to do the do)

you and draco rarely get it on outside of your bedrooms at hogwarts , or your childhood rooms when you’re home for the summer - but there’s an exception to every rule. draco has absolutely ruined you in the quidditch changing rooms after a rather brutal loss , and he’s the king of shower sex , too.

m = motivation (what turns them on, gets them going)

praise !! draco loves you telling him how good his dick feels , or his tongue , or his hands . he also appreciates when you’re rather direct with him - telling draco exactly where you want him , what you want him to do - it drives him absolutely insane . hearing such dirty words come from your sweet , innocent mouth kills him , and it makes draco that much more excited.

n = no (something they wouldn’t do, turn offs)

there's nothing draco wouldn’t try at least once , but he’s rather uncomfortable with voyeurism. he hates the idea of anyone else seeing your body , watching how you wriggle and whine underneath him as he makes you cum . while the two of you have done it in some questionable locations , draco had made sure that no one could see . 

o = oral (preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc.)

while draco loves your mouth wrapped around him , that boy could spend all day between your legs . he's nothing short of obsessed with eating you out , and its one of his favorite things to do for you . he cant help the way it makes him feel - hearing you whimper and moan while you pull on his hair , your back arching off the bed when his tongue flicks in just the right way . he gets a sort of high from it , and absolutely prides himself on making you cum with just his tongue . 

p = pace (are they fast and rough? slow and sensual? etc.)

it really depends on the day . draco loves fucking you slow , watching his manhood slide in and out of your pretty body coated in your arousal , but he cant resist fucking you so hard he leaves bruises , either . if its just a regular day , the two of you fall somewhere in between , a perfect mix of rough and sweet . 

q = quickie (their opinions on quickies, how often, etc.)

draco loves a good quickie every once in a while ! sometimes he needs a release , and your body is his favorite vessel . usually quickies are where the two of you get a little more risky - he’ll grab your arm , pulling you into an empty classroom or the shower and take you then and there . 

r = risk (are they game to experiment? do they take risks? etc.)

yes and no . draco would try anything and everything , especially if you asked him to , but there are some things that are a one-and-done for him . the two of you are good at talking about that stuff - if something made one of you uncomfortable , the other would understand 100% . its all about the balance of boundaries and still being adventurous. 

s = stamina (how many rounds can they go for? how long do they last?)

draco would fuck you all day if you would let him . he can make you cum many , many times before he’ll allow himself to even get close , and even then his stamina is through the roof . he can go at least 3 rounds if not more , and switch positions as many times as you’d like . 

t = toys (do they own toys? do they use them? on a partner or themselves?)

while draco doesn’t mind you using toys on yourself , they do make him slightly jealous . you gently tease him about this sometimes , how he works himself into a sulk over an inanimate object - however, that usually leads to your hands tied to his headboard , draco holding a vibrator on your clit until you can’t take anymore orgasms. 

you two have expirimented with using your vibrator during sex , but draco much prefers playing with your clit over using an outside source , and seretly , you do too . he’s amazing with his hands , and rubs tight , fast circles onto your sensitive nub while his hips snap against yours only intensifying the sensation .

u = unfair (how much they like to tease)

draco loves to tease you - he likes to watch the way you come undone under the slightest touches of his hands . very rarely does he tease you for long - he can’t resist giving you what you want , what you’re begging him for in that high , breathy voice .

v = volume (how loud they are, what sounds they make, etc.)

he’s a loud motherfucker all the time , and the bedroom is no exception . draco’s moans are music to your ears , and they turn you on more than anything . his already rough voice only gets raspier , and deeper , too . he loves to talk dirty to you , but as he approaches his orgasm , he can barely form full sentences . his cocky pillow talk turns to almost desperate moans and whimpers as his thrusts get sloppier and quicker , his hips snapping against yours hard . his groans as he cums are heavenly , especially since he’s usually buried his head in your neck or dropped his forehead to yours by then . 

w = wild card (a random headcanon for the character)

we all know that draco have a superiority / god complex (as he should 😌) , and this manifests in the bedroom - you would’ve never known , though , if it weren’t for a complete accident . you and draco had been studying together , and he’d asked one of the yes or no questions written on a flashcard .  not thinking about your actions , you’d answered the question with “no, sir” - then physically felt draco’s entire body stiffen underneath you . you’d picked up on it immediately , blood flooding your face as you’d asked him if he liked it .

yes , he did .

he loves when you call him sir as he’s fucking the life out of you - like , he has to stop himself from cumming on the spot . 

when you want to fuck with him for whatever reason , you’ll jokingly call him ‘sir’ in front of your friends

you’ll pay for it later , though

x = x-ray (let’s see what’s going on under those clothes)

mans is built in every sense of the word . draco is quite well endowed , which was something that took you a bit to get used to . he was never one to measure - it just seemed wrong to him , like he was doing something dirty - but by your estimations , draco is about 7 inches . he’s thicker than most , too , which only adds to your pleasure . 

y = yearning (how high is their sex drive?)

draco lives in a constant state of horny™ . he can’t help it - something about you brings out his most primal instincts . he’s so in love with you and your body that he can rarely keep his hands off of it , but he knows how to control himself . he tries to match your sex drive ; when yours is high , his is too , but he doesn’t mind waiting on you to give him the green light if you’re libido has been lower . 

z = zzz (how quickly they fall asleep afterwards)

its safe to say that the both of you are extremley tired after sex - its quite the workout . draco is so soft once he’s finished , and he would live in that post-sex haze forever if he could ; he’s all sweet kisses and skin-to-skin contact , but he’ll usually wait until you fall asleep on him before he can drift off . something about making sure that you’re comfortable enough to sleep on him fills draco with a sense of immense pride . once you’ve fallen asleep, depending on how vigorous everything was , draco will usually fade pretty soon after ; on the off chance that he still has some energy , draco stays up and watches you . he looks at you as if you were a piece of art , usually following the soft lines and curves of your face with a gentle finger ; admiring you like the angel you are .

[mandoalorian]

Sugar and Spice [Maxwell Lord x Reader] - Chapter 11

Summary: When you are evicted from your apartment by your toxic ex boyfriend and have no place to go, who do you turn to? Alone in the city as the countdown to Christmas begins, you find yourself applying for a job as the assistant of the world’s biggest entrepreneur; Maxwell Lord. Little do you know, he has other intentions for you. No doubt about it, this Christmas will truly be like no other.

Word count: 1.5k

Warnings: Smut, mentions of a previous verbally abusive relationship, typical 80s misogyny (but very little of it), mentions of food and drink, alcohol consumption. This is a sugardaddy x sugarbaby fic soooo… a daddy k!nk too oops.

But in this chapter - references to verbal abuse and a neglectful mother.

Author’s note: After an accidental one month hiatus, I’m back! I’m nervous about posting this because I haven’t updated December Magic since I saw WW84. As you may have noticed, I have rebranded this fic and the name is now called ‘Sugar and Spice’! There is a slight time jump in this chapter, and it’s just a short one as I ween back into it, but I realised I was struggling so much continuing this fic after seeing WW84 because it just didn’t feel like the Max Lord we ended up with was anything like the Max Lord in this fic. This chapter is my attempt to make amends and draw a link between Sugar and Spice and WW84. 

While I’m here I want to give a shout out to my new on-going Max Lord series ‘I Believe In Love’, which you can read here. I Believe In Love is like my baby and I am so so proud of it thus far.  Anyways, enjoy chapter 11 of December Magic!

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He hadn’t come home for Christmas. He hadn’t come home for two months. It was fine at first. He called you as soon as he reached London, just like he promised. He expressed to you how busy he was with work commitments and how difficult it was for him to cope with the timezones. The distance between the UK and USA was devastating. Your hour long phone calls gradually became more spread out and only lasted a few minutes, and honestly? It broke your heart. There you were; living in Lord Manor, and Maxwell had kept his word: “you want for nothing”. You had everything. His weighty black AMEX card, a house staff such as a butler and a chef and your own personal driver to take you wherever you wished to go. Any material possessions you wished for… they were yours. You weren’t even working for the privilege or the money. Max was far away and yet, he made sure you still had a home and a life, and he made sure that you were safe.

But there was still an extreme void in your heart. You were missing Maxwell. You’d try calling him but there was always a dead line. Not even Raquel would answer. You felt like you were drifting apart and your whole body ached with dread as you wondered if Max had forgotten about you. You’d kept in contact with Maxwell’s three assistants at Black Gold and they had no information on the work commitments that Max was supposedly seeing too. The romance you had shared during December may have been a whirlwind, but you knew him better than any other person on the planet and you felt like he was deliberately avoiding you.

There was something not right.

***

“Kitty!” Maxwell cried, his cheeks burning red and his eyes flicking with bewilderment as the child was thrust into his arms. A ghost from his past. Kitty was an ex lover of Maxwell’s, and honestly one of many. He hadn’t thought about her in years.

“I’ve brought him up for the past six years, he’s your problem now!” Kitty spat, an evil smirk crossing her lips. “I see you on the television with all your fame and fortune, if you don’t want him then the least you can do is pay a nanny to watch him. I have nothing Max. A shitty little apartment in the east of London. I’m working for a modelling internship but it’s hard to find luck when I’ve got a six year old kid dragging my heels behind.”

“Dragging your heels?” Maxwell repeated, furiosity burning his lungs. “He’s your son for Christ sake! How can you say that? Right in front of him!” 

Maxwell turned back to the child who was standing as still as ever in the centre of the hotel room, nervously looking at his feet. Everytime Kitty raised her voice, the boy winced, and it crushed Max. This situation was all too familiar to him. 

“He’s your son too!” Kitty glared, her face just as cold as her heart. “I want nothing to do with him. Goodbye.” Kitty said, her voice venomous, before leaving the hotel room and slamming the door behind her.

Maxwell’s knees felt weak and wobbly and he stumbled to his bed, sinking down with an exasperated sigh. Max’s hands cradled his own face and he blinked away unshed tears before sitting back up and looking at the six year old boy. The boy was silent, and his dark eyes matched the sadness of his father’s. How could this have happened?

Maxwell Lord had a son.

Max didn’t know what to say. What could he possibly say? He remembered doing work in London back in 1977; it was the start of his big break, and his bachelor persona hadn’t changed much since then. When Kitty found out Maxwell was back in London, she used it as her one final chance to track him down. Turns out, a big name CEO such as Max Lord was hard to get a hold of, especially when he lived on the other side of the world. Kitty never had pure intentions. Of course the pregnancy was unplanned and the sad reality was, Alistair was unwanted by his mother. Kitty was an aspiring model, fueled by ambition and goal, much like Maxwell. She didn’t have a single maternal instinct in her. Only there was a significant difference between Alistair’s parents. Whilst Kitty cared so little about her son, Maxwell knew that from this day forward, Alistair would be his top priority. He would never let his job intervene with his son. He wouldn’t make the same mistakes his own parents did.

Maxwell never thought about children, or considered bringing any into the world. He told himself he’d never want to be a father. He had such a terrible upbringing himself and his mother was wicked, he’d be too afraid. He’d never want to hurt or disappoint a potential child of his the way his own parents had hurt and disappointed him. But when he looked into his son’s eyes he felt nothing but determination. He’d been an absent father and that was not okay. Max just wished he’d known about his son before now. But it’s not like he could turn back time. Max knew he had to make amends and he knew he had to do it now.

Maxwell opened his arms and held Alistair’s hands, bringing him close and holding him tight against his chest. “My son,” he whispered, trying to refrain from crying. “I love you so much. I know you don’t know me, but you will, and I will spend the rest of my life making you proud. You are my everything.”

“You saved me daddy,” Alistair whimpered, tears spilling and dampening his father’s pinstripe shirt. “Thank you.”

***

You waited every day for Maxwell to return, but you never expected him. You were laying on the living room sofa, a blanket wrapped around you, half asleep as the muse from the television drowned out your thoughts. When you heard the lock on the front door click open, you thought you were dreaming. There was no way. No way. Footsteps. Hell, there was more chance of an intruder than it was Max. You rubbed your eyes and cautiously rose to your feet.

Your heart sank when he entered the room. It was him. He was home. Tears filled your eyes and you couldn’t hide the excited grin that painted your lips. “Oh my god Max!” you squealed, running up to him. He looked tired, but he was smiling too. You were inclined to run into his arms, but your focus on his face left you without realizing the small sleeping child he was carrying in his arms.

You blinked in confusion, your gaze flicking between Maxwell and the boy. “This is Alistair, my son.” Maxwell informed you, his voice hoarse and low. At the mention of his name Alistair stirred in his sleep and Maxwell immediately, on instinct, shushed him. 

“You-what?” You were speechless. You knew something was wrong the second Max had distanced himself. The second the phone calls had stopped and he hadn’t come home. You knew something was wrong when his assistants said his work schedule was clear. But never in a million years did you expect your sugar daddy to come home with a son.

“I didn’t know,” Max whispered in avoidance to wake up Alistair. “It’s a long story but I promise I’ll tell you everything. I’m sorry I didn’t come home for Christmas like I promised. I’m so sorry baby. I’ll make up for it.”

You couldn’t even gather words. You swallowed the hard lump in your throat and contemplated everything. You sighed. You believed Max - how could you not? Of course, you were very interested in learning all about his secret son but you supposed that didn’t matter too much right now. All that mattered is that Max was home, and safe. You smiled and rested your hand on Alistair’s forehead, brushing his straight black hair out of his face. Alistair smiled sleepily under your touch. Max’s cheeks grew warm with admiration as you comforted his son. It meant a lot to him that you took a liking to Alistair and that you accepted the fact Alistair was in his life now, and nothing would change that.

After all, Max Lord was still hopelessly devoted and in love with you.

“Come on,” you whispered, bringing your hand up to cup Maxwell’s face. You brushed your thumb over the height of his cheekbone and Max found himself subconsciously leaning into your touch. “Let’s take him to bed and go to bed ourselves. We clearly have a lot to catch up on.”

Max nodded his head in affirmation and you followed him upstairs. He took Alistair to a guest bedroom and gently tucked him under the blankets, pressing a caring kiss into his son’s forehead before turning back to you. As you watched his gentle actions, it was like you were witnessing a whole new side to Maxwell. And it was beautiful.

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[ficcrimes]

cut the cackle

Fandom: Helluva Boss Characters: Blitzo, Stolas Ship: Stolas / Blitzo A/N: while I participated in kinktober last year, I never got around to doing all the prompts. I had Stolitz down for ‘facefucking’, and I guess here it is now. Better late than never.  also includes: voice k*nk, horn-play and the creative use of a tail. Originally posted over on my kofi (members get early access)! Summary:  Stolas gets Blitz to shut up in the most pleasurable way possible. (aka The One Where Stolas Tops.)

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Blitz is a talker.

He always has been, and he always will be. He knows how to talk his way in and out of most things, and how to twist and craft words into perfect distractions. However, sometimes he talks just to talk and doesn’t quite know when to stop.

One offhanded comment or another had somehow turned into a full blown rave about work, and it’s not his fault the nerve happened to be struck right before he’d been about to go down on Stolas.

There was something to be said about the adoring patience Stolas regards him with for the first five minutes or so. Red eyes are focused on him as he kneels between Stolas’ legs, and it does nothing but encourage him to keep talking despite the task at hand. An attentive and receptive audience always has.

But even Stolas’ patience can only be worn so thin, he supposes, because a finger is soon pressed gently to his lips to shush him. He quiets down, then leans away from the touch after nipping Stolas’ finger.

Feathers ruffled, Stolas clears his throat before speaking.

“While I do love the sound of your voice, I’d much rather you put that mouth of yours to better use for the time being.” There’s a coy lilt to his voice, and Blitz watches as he catches the bottom portion of his bill against the upper in a mockery of a lip caught between teeth.

With his attention refocused, Blitz grins back at him. His hands find Stolas’ thighs and he squeezes gently.

“Oh, yeah?” He leans forward just a little and licks his teeth. Momentarily, he allows himself to enjoy the glowing blush that comes over Stolas’ face. “Ask me for it real nice, Princess.”

Stolas chuckles softly. He lifts one hand toward Blitz’s face again. He strokes his knuckles over the white of Blitz’s cheek before reaching for one horn.

“Oh, darling. You misunderstand,” he says, and his grip on that horn is sudden and surprisingly tight.

“I’m not asking.”

Blitz only has a moment to glimpse the grin that spreads across Stolas’ face before he’s being shoved downward with frightening ease. He forgets, sometimes, that there is so much more to Stolas than what he’s used to interacting with and seeing. But the strength used to push him face-first into damp crotch-feathers is a sobering reminder.

It makes his dick throb to think about it. Not that he has too much time to dwell on the thought before Stolas is grabbing at his other horn and pressing himself toward his mouth. If he had been in Stolas’ company for any reason but this tonight, he may have put up some resistance. But as things are, he readjusts himself and forces Stolas’ thighs apart so he can lean in toward him properly.

Stolas’ sex is strange but Blitz knows his way around it by now. He knows just where to touch and kiss and lick to get the prince to open up. Stolas is already practically dripping, and so it’s no surprise that it only takes a few kisses and swipes of Blitz’s tongue to get his vent exposed.

Blitz’s warm tongue on the exposed flesh makes Stolas grip his horns tighter, and that makes Blitz groan in response. Stolas squeezes at them, tugging Blitz forward as he juts his hips outward and begins to rock. Blitz lazily meets each thrust of Stolas’ hips with his tongue and teeth while working to get his hands up on Stolas’ hips instead. Once he has a hold of them, there’s no shame or hesitance in digging his claws in, guiding each desperate thrust against his mouth.

It takes a little work, but soon enough he’s able to get his tongue inside, and Stolas’ back arches the moment he does. He moans and coos delightedly, thighs coming together on either side of Blitz’s head. Long legs hook together at the ankles behind Blitz, calves pressed down against his back.

Blitz finds himself groaning against Stolas. Contract aside, there’s no denying that everything combined here - the way Stolas is tugging at and holding onto his horns, the way he tastes and smells, the way his trembling legs are locked together so tight against Blitz’s smaller body, the way he’s moving and the way he sounds - is getting to him, too.  

He lifts his gaze to watch Stolas’ chest heaving, his face contorted into unabashed pleasure. He can feel himself blushing, but decides instead to focus on the throbbing between his legs. Leaving his hands on Stolas’ hips, he uses his own tail, wrapping it snug around his dick.

He rolls his own hips to the best of his ability with Stolas’ legs against his back, moving his own tail against himself. He’d much rather get it inside the prince, but judging from the grip Stolas has on him, that’s not going to happen until Stolas is finished here. And that’s fine, he can wait until then; it’s not like Stolas is ever finished after one orgasm, anyway.

Stolas’ legs suddenly tighten against Blitz’s back, and Blitz knows it won’t be much longer. He lets go of Stolas’ hips only so he can hold on to his thighs again and use his thumbs to open him up more. A quick glance at what he’s working with, and Stolas is flushed a deep pink and slick with fluids. The sight alone makes his own breath hitch, and his tail squeezes at his dick.

Stolas’ doesn’t allow him too long of a look, desperately shoving his face back down toward his opening. This time Blitz meets it eagerly, tongue and teeth at the ready. He takes Stolas’ mound into his mouth and plunges his tongue back inside. Teeth scrape and pinch at the flesh there, tugging feathers free at the same time.

And that’s all Stolas needs. He thrusts his hips forward hard and arches his back, shamelessly crying Blitz’s name out loudly.

Blitz moans around him, into him, licking a little gentler at his insides until he’s allowed to pull away. When Stolas’ legs finally fall slack on either side of him, and the grip on his horns turns into a much softer caress, he finally pulls away.

He wipes his mouth with the back of his hand, spitting feathers afterward. Stolas grins at him lazily, chuckling to himself.

“That was incredible, Blitzy,” he says.

“Yeah, yeah,” Blitz replies, gradually beginning to crawl his way up the length of Stolas’ body. Stolas doesn’t mind, and in fact welcomes Blitz’s weight when he drops down to straddle his chest.

Then his gaze drops from Blitz’s face down to his dick, flushed and dripping and still wrapped up in his tail.

Blitz doesn’t give him time to look up again, grabbing at a tuft of feathers at the back of his head and holding him in place. That glowing blush returns to Stolas’ face, and Blitz grins wide and sharp.

“You can thank me by returning the favor.”

[hongism]

Do you have any good ateez X reader fanfics Recs? I’m in need of a good long fanfic If not long Then a really really good one lol I just have a hard time finding some lol

BOY HOWDY IM FINALLY HERE okay but fr tho i’m sorry this took me Lightyears to do im so bad at remembering what fics i read and how i tag them so i lost my mind while trying to find them all and i’m sure i missed a lot of favs so i Apologize in advance asiodjfosijdf some are kinda popular so you might have seen them before but some do not get the credit they deserve and i could sit here and sing the praises of these fics and their authors for years but i won’t put y’all through that ._.

You can’t even reach my neck - @kpopscenario - seonghwa

summary: They’re best friends and have feelings for each other but they both don’t know about the others crush, Seonghwa comforts her after another bad date. (Basically friends to lovers college!au)

yes i am a Sucker for a damn f2l college au on occasion and this is one of those Incredible and Well Written occasions i love this fic and the length is perfect and long in the best way 10/10 would recommend and it’s great

such a good girl for me - @starrychannies - mingi

summary: no summary but the warnings should tell you Everything you need to know wink wonk skljdlkdfj

warnings: harddom!mingi, sub!reader, size kink (its mingi duh), choking, sir kink, pet names, mix of praise and degradation, oral (receiving), unprotected sex, slight overstim, slight humiliation (?), a lot of fluffy aftercare.

i find it Uber hard to write smut that is well written in all honesty like i can’t read my own smut bc i can’t Stand It i just think it’s awful but there are so so many authors out there who can write smut and write it well and i admire starrychannies so much for such incredible writing talent with smut yesyes

Alone - @actuallythatwaspromise - san

summary: again n/a but good lord royalty au prince san, princess reader, smack me over the head because i really adore this 2.2k fic and good lord this fic gets me emo and i dont even know why??? the angst is soft and barely there but i’m still over here sobbing for no reason oisdfoaijdiof

detention - @/starrychannies - wooyoung

warnings: badboy!wooyoung, goodgirl!reader, smut, voice kink, corruption kink, fingering, dirty talk, public sex, exhibitionism kink, wooyoung has piercings and reader is a Big Fan, mention of gags, light degradation.

this, this shit right here, this is so good WHEW i dont really have the words but hot damn, i just love this fic and i love love love the way the author wrote the the fic and it’s Hot:tm:

violet roses - @/starrychannies - yunho

warnings: F L U F F, college!au, s2l, first meeting, yunho is a soft babie, yunhos pov!!, love at first sight, pining, bit of slow burn, yunho is Whipped, suggestive teasing, hyunjin is mentioned briefly in the beginning, protective yunho, mingi makes an appearance, mentioned that mingi’s gay, san is mentioned, smut, softdom!yunho, sub!reader, praise, car sex, SIZE KINK!!!!, vaginal penetration, fingering, finger riding, penetrative sex, daddy kink, yunho lowkey has a corruption kink, multiple orgasms.

did i die? yes but only a lot. ahhhh i LOVE me some damn s2l slow burn and pining that shit hits the spot and this fic has it wrapped up in a nice and lovely package pls read pls pls pls read

lover boys - @/starrychannies - seonghwa + hyunjin

warnings: smut, wet dreams, poly relationship, boy x boy, non idol verse, ateez x skz crossover (yay!), harddom!seonghwa, softdom!hyunjin, sub!reader, threesome, reader is Needy, hyunjin is Sleepy, seonghwa is Amused, pwp, light somniphilia, dirty talk, petnames, some degradation, early morning sex, oral (giving), throat fucking, reader has no gag reflex and hyunjin is In Love with it, fingering (receiving), spanking (like twice), unprotected sex, light cum play, cum swallowing, little bit of praise, cuddles!

i really just need a minute whenever i think about this fic bc i highkey die every time i think about it??? two of my ults??? i can’t??? i really can’t handle this honestly like woW osdijfoijdfoi the way i melted we love to see it 🤩

entanglement - @sanduction - wooyoung

summary: when the boy who had explicitly spelled out his implausible hatred towards you on every possible occasion tells you that he’s a dog, who would’ve guessed that you possessed the other half of his soul? not you, at least. life sure had a shit-load of guts to pull a twilight on you like that.

okay so deadass if you know me you know that i really am not the type to read werewolf/hybrid fics. i just typically don’t go for them or read them but this fic. this fic. oh my god. the way it’s so seamless and works so perfectly, i’ll never recover like W O W i love this fic that is all honestly i have mad respect for all writers who do werewolf/hybrid fics bc i can’t write them at all, so sanduction huge major props to you i love your work!!!

who catches the alpha? - @teeztheflag - hongjoong

summary:  „You don’t want to break the rules, am I right?“

aka another phenomenal werewolf fic with alpha hongjoong that made me fall over in a totally great way. the angst the fluff the little suggestive bits it all flowed and fit together perfectly and i am still in love with this fic no matter how much time passes

bite me - @atinyidea - yunho

summary: vampire!au, vampire!yunho, vampire!reader, female!reader established!relationship / warnings! angry s*x?, biting, blood, sir k*nk, consensual s*x, teasing, begging, rough play, overstimulation

this fic is ~spicy~ and whew it is good wow just the idea of yunho and reader being immortal together was like awww then it got spicy and i went to o_o real quick but it is such a good fic and wow i love it i dont even have words bc im Dumb but wow

You Got It Like That? - @kimnamshiks - wooyoung

summary: You just needed to get through this week at the resort at the hands of 20 coworkers and Wooyoung; the Sales Department Supervisor who got some raunchy photos of you the day prior.

honestly wow sodifjoisdjf i love this fic so much i just wow honestly the reader is a whole mood when wooyoung texts about the pictures and i was reading like ‘ahahaa me.’ oisjdfoij god the back and forth between wooyoung and the reader just had me rolling legit i got flustered like pls wooyoung just HAAHHAHA WOOYOUNG IN THIS FIC GETS ME FLUSTERED AS FUCK it is all because tay is a Stellar Writer and makes those emotions come to life in amazing ways and i’ll never ever get over it just whew banter in fics is legit one of my favorite things ever and tay does it with such beautiful ease that i am Enamored but i am also Rambling just pls read this fic oh my god it’s so good

be my neighbor - @jeonginks - seonghwa

summary: seonghwa moved into the apartment next to yours, and he stumbled into a situation he didn’t expect to face.

wow i l o v e this fic it’s just a perfect blend of angst and fluff and it sends me to space every time i read it soidfjoidjf don’t ask why space but it just does i kinda ascend okay? anyway wow this fic is such a gem and it is sO underrated in my opinion. the dialogue is written so beautifully and with an ease that i think is often times hard to capture?? wow just amazing

Cheat Codes - @serendipityunho - seonghwa

summary: “This party’s boring, wanna get out of here?”, may have perhaps led you to make the biggest mistake of your life by sleeping with your best friend’s other best friend, your best friend who happens to be in love with you.

me: wow i never read college aus hahhaa

also me: reads a shit ton of college aus sodifjodijf

honestly this fic is 100% fantastic from start to finish, it’s 5.3k of pure greatness and i just really love this fic altho my heart broke at the end it still fit perfectly and was amazingly written ;-;

that is all i have for today slkdfljdlk however i will be shameless and say that if you would like some Long Bois for ateez i have a few but i’ll link the fics i loved writing the most and am v proud of :3

storge - mingi

liquorice and ivories - hongjoong