#like lift you and throw your legs around his waist like you weigh nothing

[dimplecki]

Jared Padalecki Vegas con 2022

[callsigns-haze]

Little peep

Summary: The daggers keep begging so a little peep won't hurt....right?

Warning: Contains alcohol, cursing, teasing, mentions of labour, postpartum.

Word count: 2437 words

Pairing: Jake "Hangman" Seresin x reader

English is not my first language so I apologies for mistakes

Could be read alone or as part 4 of the little life universe

Two weeks later, Jake was finally back home, the familiar comfort of his Texas house wrapping around him like a warm embrace. The night was quiet, and the soft hum of the baby monitor filled the room as he tiptoed out of Ellie’s nursery.

He had just finished changing her diaper and giving her a bottle, carefully laying her down in her crib. Ellie had drifted off to sleep almost immediately, her tiny hand curling around one of his fingers for a moment before she let go. Jake stood there for a minute longer, watching her sleep peacefully, his heart swelling with that deep, protective love he was still getting used to.

Once he was sure she was settled, he left the nursery door slightly ajar and made his way to the master bedroom. The day had been long, and he felt the exhaustion in his bones as he pulled off his shirt, kicked off his boots, and collapsed onto the bed. The cool sheets felt like heaven against his skin, and he let out a deep sigh, sinking into the mattress.

He barely had time to close his eyes when he heard soft footsteps padding into the room. He didn’t need to look up to know it was Y/N; he could always sense when she was near. The bed dipped as she climbed onto it, straddling his hips, her warmth immediately bringing a grin to his face.

“Finally got her down, huh?” Y/N’s voice was soft, teasing as she leaned forward, her hands resting on his chest.

Jake looked up at her, his grin widening as he met her eyes. “Yeah, she went out like a light after the bottle. Our little angel’s finally giving us a break.”

Y/N chuckled, running her fingers lightly down his chest, but before she could say anything else, Jake’s hands were on her thighs. He gripped her legs firmly, pushing them wide apart with ease, and the sudden movement made Y/N squirm. A surprised giggle escaped her lips as she tried to shift against him, but Jake’s grip was strong, effortlessly holding her in place.

“Jake!” she squealed, her voice a mix of laughter and mock annoyance. “Stop that, you know I can’t fight you when you do that!”

Jake’s grin turned playful as he lifted her slightly, his muscles flexing under her hands as he easily shifted her weight. “You forget how strong I am, darlin’,” he teased, his voice low and filled with that cocky confidence she knew so well.

Y/N gasped as he lifted her higher, practically bench-pressing her as if she weighed nothing. She slapped his chest playfully, trying to wriggle free, but her laughter only grew louder as he held her steady. “Jake Seresin, put me down!”

Jake laughed, his deep voice rumbling in his chest as he lifted her a little higher, watching her squirm and giggle. “Why? You seem pretty comfortable up there.”

Y/N’s breath came in soft gasps between her giggles as she tried to brace herself against his chest, her hands splayed out for balance. “I swear, you��re gonna throw me across the room one of these days!”

Jake’s smirk widened as he slowly lowered her back down, letting her settle on his hips again. “Nah, darlin’, I’d never let you go that far,” he said, his voice dropping into a more tender tone. His hands slid up her thighs, resting on her hips as he looked up at her with that same adoring look he always gave her. “But I do love seeing you squirm.”

Y/N’s cheeks flushed, her laughter subsiding as she leaned forward, resting her forehead against his. “You’re impossible,” she murmured, though the smile never left her face.

Jake’s hands moved to her waist, holding her close. “And you love me for it.”

She rolled her eyes, but her smile softened as she pressed a kiss to his lips. “Yeah, I do.”

Jake wrapped his strong arms around your waist, pulling you down flat onto his chest. Your head rested against his warm, bare skin as he tugged the blanket over the both of you, cocooning you in a cozy, intimate bubble. His heart beat steadily beneath your ear, the rhythm grounding you in the quiet of the night.

With a satisfied sigh, Jake shifted slightly under you, his hand tracing soft circles on your back as he spoke. “You know,” he murmured, his voice low and relaxed, “Coyote’s dying to see you again. Keeps bugging me about when he can meet Ellie, too.”

You lifted your head slightly, resting your chin on his chest as you looked up at him, amused. “Oh, is that so? He’s been waiting for the big introduction?”

Jake chuckled, his fingers brushing a loose strand of hair from your face. “You have no idea. Every time I see him, it’s the same thing—‘When do I get to see the little Seresin? You know she’s got all my charm, right?’” He rolled his eyes, though there was a fondness in his voice when he mentioned his best friend. “He thinks Ellie’s gonna be his honorary niece or something.”

You couldn’t help but smile at the thought. “He already sounds like the proud uncle.”

Jake’s lips curved into a grin as he looked down at you. “Oh, trust me, he’s already planning the first time he can spoil her rotten. But he’s mostly just dying to see you again. Says he misses your sass keeping me in check.”

You laughed softly, laying your cheek back down on his chest. “I guess I’ve been out of practice. You’ve been doing too good of a job keeping me distracted.”

Jake smirked, his hand sliding up and down your back, his touch gentle and soothing. “Well, can’t have that. I’m sure Coyote will remind you how much fun it is to keep me on my toes.”

You hummed softly, the warmth of his body and the comfort of being wrapped up together making your eyes feel heavy. “It’ll be nice to see him again, though. And introduce him to Ellie. I’m sure she’ll have him wrapped around her little finger in no time.”

Jake’s grin softened as he looked up at the ceiling, his hand still caressing your back. “Yeah, she will. Just like she’s already got me.”

You glanced up at him, catching the tender look in his eyes. “She really does, doesn’t she?”

Jake met your gaze, his expression softening even more. “Yeah,” he said quietly, his voice filled with a warmth that made your heart melt. “Both of you do.”

For a moment, there was nothing but the sound of your breathing and the gentle rise and fall of Jake’s chest beneath you. The weight of the world outside seemed so far away, and in that moment, it was just the two of you—and Ellie, sleeping peacefully down the hall.

You smiled against his skin, feeling a deep sense of contentment wash over you. “Well, we’re not letting you go anytime soon.”

Jake chuckled softly, his arms tightening around you, holding you even closer. “Good,” he whispered, kissing the top of your head. “Because I’m exactly where I wanna be.”

---

A week later, Jake was back at the base, and Coyote was already on him the second they finished their morning briefing. As they made their way out of the hangar, Coyote nudged Jake with his elbow, a wide grin plastered on his face.

“Alright, man, come on,” Coyote started, his voice low but insistent. “I’ve been patient for long enough. Let me see some more pictures of my niece.”

Jake rolled his eyes, though a small smile tugged at the corner of his lips. “I showed you pictures last week, Javy. How much has she really changed in that time?”

Coyote shot him an incredulous look. “You’re kidding, right? Babies change every day, man. Now come on, don’t hold out on me.”

Jake glanced around the hangar, making sure none of the other Daggers were around. He didn’t mind showing Coyote pictures of Ellie, but the rest of the squad didn’t know anything yet, and he wasn’t ready to open that can of worms.

“Alright, fine,” Jake relented, pulling out his phone. “But make sure no one sees.”

Coyote leaned in close as Jake unlocked his phone, and with a quick swipe, the screen filled with pictures of Ellie. There she was, bundled up in a soft pink onesie, her little fist curled around one of Jake’s fingers. Another photo showed her fast asleep on Jake’s chest, and another captured her looking up with wide, curious eyes while Y/N held her.

Coyote’s grin widened as he flicked through the photos, his eyes lighting up with each new one. “Man, she’s adorable. She’s definitely got your eyes, but thank God she looks more like Y/N.”

Jake smirked, nudging him playfully. “Watch it, Javy. You’re lucky she likes you.”

Coyote chuckled, still scrolling through the photos. “I’m serious, though. Why don’t Y/N and the baby just move down here? It’s gotta be tough, you running back and forth all the time.”

Jake sighed, running a hand through his hair. He’d thought about that question a lot. “It’s complicated,” he said quietly. “Y/N’s got her whole life back in Texas—her writing, her family. We’ve talked about it, but she loves it there. I don’t want to push her.”

Coyote nodded, though a flicker of understanding passed through his eyes. “Yeah, I get it. But man, you know she’d love it here. And you’d get to see them every day instead of sneaking off for a couple of weeks whenever you can.”

Jake didn’t respond right away, his mind wandering to Y/N and Ellie, wondering if things could ever be that simple. But before he could dwell on it too much, he heard the familiar voices of the rest of the squad entering the hangar.

“Shit,” Jake muttered under his breath, quickly locking his phone and shoving it into his pocket just as Rooster, Phoenix, and the others walked in.

Rooster was the first to notice the sudden movement. “What are you hiding, Seresin?”

Jake flashed them a casual smile, leaning back against the wall. “Nothing you need to worry about, Bradshaw.”

Phoenix raised an eyebrow, clearly not convinced. “Yeah, right. You’ve been acting all secretive lately. What’s going on?”

Jake kept his composure, shrugging it off. “Just trying to keep my personal life… personal. Not everything’s for show.”

Rooster smirked. “You? Keeping something to yourself? That’s a first.”

Jake shot him a look, his tone light but firm. “There’s a first time for everything.”

The squad didn’t press him any further, though the curiosity lingered in the air as they gathered their gear. Coyote caught Jake’s eye and gave him a knowing grin, keeping quiet about what he’d just seen. But Jake could feel the questions hanging in the air, and he knew it was only a matter of time before he’d have to share the truth with the rest of them. Just… not yet.

---

The next couple of days at the base were relentless. The Dagger Squad wasn’t letting up, not after Jake had locked his phone so quickly and dodged their questions the other day. It was like blood in the water, and now they were circling, each of them taking turns to try and get him to crack.

One afternoon, after they’d wrapped up a round of drills, the squad gathered around the break room table. Jake leaned back in his chair, arms crossed, hoping to project an air of disinterest, but Rooster wasn’t buying it. He leaned forward, resting his elbows on the table, and fixed Jake with a knowing look.

“Come on, Seresin, we know you’re hiding something,” Rooster said, his voice teasing but insistent. “You’ve been acting weird for weeks. Just tell us.”

Phoenix, sitting across from Jake, chimed in, arms folded. “Yeah, you’ve been sneaking off to take phone calls, locking your phone like it’s got state secrets on it. What’s going on with you?”

Jake smirked, but he didn’t respond, keeping his eyes focused on the coffee mug in front of him.

Fanboy groaned dramatically, throwing his hands in the air. “Dude, you’ve got to tell us. We’re dying over here!”

Payback leaned back in his chair, crossing his arms. “You know what this feels like? It’s like when you’re watching a movie, and you’re halfway through, and then the power goes out. We need the rest of the story, Hangman.”

Bob, sitting quietly up until now, looked up with a curious expression. “Is this about a girl?”

That got everyone’s attention. All eyes immediately turned to Jake, the question hanging in the air. For a moment, there was silence, and then Jake raised an eyebrow, his trademark smirk slipping into place.

“Maybe,” he said nonchalantly.

The room erupted.

“Oh my God, it is a girl!” Phoenix exclaimed, her voice rising with excitement as she leaned forward, her eyes wide.

Rooster let out a low whistle, shaking his head with a grin. “Seresin’s got a secret girl? This is too good.”

Fanboy practically bounced in his seat. “Come on, man, spill it! Who is she? How long’s it been going on? How come we haven’t met her?”

The questions came all at once, and the entire squad seemed to buzz with energy, practically on the edge of their seats, eager for details. Even Payback, who usually kept his cool, looked like he was about to press for more.

Jake raised his hands in mock surrender, cutting them off before the excitement got out of control. “Alright, alright, calm down,” he said, trying to keep his tone cool and collected, though a small part of him was amused by their reactions. “I’ve got more important shit to do than sit here and listen to you all squeal like a bunch of high schoolers.”

The squad groaned in unison, but Jake stood up from the table, grabbing his coffee mug as he made his way to the door.

Rooster leaned back, shaking his head. “Damn, Hangman, you’re killing us here.”

Phoenix crossed her arms, watching Jake with a smirk. “You’re not getting away that easy, Seresin. We’ll get it out of you eventually.”

Jake chuckled as he paused at the door, glancing back at them. “Good luck with that,” he said with a wink before walking out, leaving the rest of the squad behind, still buzzing with curiosity.

But as Jake made his way down the hallway, he knew it was only a matter of time before they figured it out—or before he’d have to come clean.

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[flametrashiraarchive]

Hey could you do sanemi with reader who has big boobs and thick thighs?

LET'S GOOOOO!!

NSFW under the cut.

So, let's get one thing straight...

It doesn't matter how much you weigh

Sanemi Shinazugawa can (and will) throw you around.

One time the two of you were sparring, and you managed to get a hit on him.

The smug look on your face, the way your tits strained against the fabric of your uniform, the sheer fucking audacity of you.

He pinned you to the wall, kissing you firmly, knowing you were thinking this was going to be another hard and fast fuck

The Shinazugawa Special.

But no...

He kissed you how you like it, getting you nice and worked up,

Then he spun you around so your face was against the wall, lifted your skirt and pulled down your panties just a couple of inches.

His breath hot and heavy against your nape.

He used your pussy juices to lubricate his dick

"Squeeze those thighs together, right now."

"Not so fucking cocky now, are you, huh?" he growled, knowing he was giving you just enough to get you excited, but not enough to get you off.

fucked the seam between your thighs, his hands braced on the wall, caging you in.

Thrusting his cock between your thighs, his shaft brushing your pussy lips but never actually penetrating you.

Your whimpers only made him harder.

Came in your panties, then pulled them back up.

Smacked your ass and stepped back, taking up his sword once more as if nothing had happened.

"Let's try that move again."

He's the best the worst Sanemi

However, there's a softer side to him that only you see.

He loves to lie on his back between your legs, using your lower belly as a pillow while you play with his hair.

And he love love LOVES when you squish him a lil with your thighs.

They're so warm 🥺

And as for your boobs...

One of his favorite things is the way they move when he's on top of you, thrusting hard.

He'll pin your wrists to the edge of the bed so they bounce even more.

Or tell you to lean back and put your hands on his thighs while your on top

LOVES watching them bounce while he thrusts up into you.

And when he's not fucking you senseless and you're alone together

Sanemi loves nothing more than to snuggle with you.

Rests his head on your chest while you play with his hair and kiss his forehead

Wrap your thighs around his waist and just make him feel safe and loved 🥺

He'll get all relaxed and nuzzle you

Reassure him you're not going anywhere

Because neither is he.

[fashionteahouse]

Jacob x reader where he’s trying to fix his rabbit and the reader is just bugging him and teasing him with the shirt skirt that shows her thong “helping him” and he just get tired and takes her on top of the hood of his car 😩

coming right up 💜 hope you enjoy :)

difficult - jacob x reader

He tried to keep the conversation going, but that’s not where your mind was at. His back is faced towards you, leaning down with a flashlight trying to see if he can see if the problem is with his engine or the alternator. He was trying to make sure he could get his precious rabbit to start.

You fluidly get up, to get a closer look. You wrap your arms around his waist slowly and pull him back to you a bit.

“Not now, Y/N. I think I’m close to finding out the problem.” he says and leans back forward to focus.

“You’ve been close to finding out what the problem is for hours.” you tell him and run your hand up the nape of his neck and into his soft hair.

“Have not.” he says chuckling.

“It feels like hours. Take a break.” you say and brush your body on his. He turns and says, “I promise once this is done, you have me all to yourself.” You watch as he reaches for the flash light but it rolls to another part of the room. He goes to get it but you place a hand on his arm.

“I’ll get it.” you say.

He watches you as you walk ostentatiously to the flashlight. Bending over slowly to reveal the surprise that was under your short skirt. He clears his throat from the sight. You had a talent for making him hot. You walk fluidly to him and hand it to him and he throws it elsewhere before slamming the hood of the car down.

You weighed nothing to him as he sat you on top, standing in between your legs. He cups your face and connected his lips lustfully to yours. Titling your head slightly, you arch your back, trying to hit the aching spot between your legs with his stiff buldge. Bumping and thrusting on each other, he attacks the side of your neck as his hot hands cup you underneath your shirt. He massages them a bit and lift your shirt up, to keep your chest on display just for him.

Your skirt raised up, he looks down as he glided his fingers on your exposed skin, making you open your legs more. Your thong really shown to him, he licks his lips, “For me?” he asks you.

You seductively smile and nod as he moves it to the side, kissing you once more. Shivering from his talented fingers making friction with your mound, you breathe out his name. You lean back and you’re really on display and it’s driving him wild. Shirt off and his flesh pulled out of the pants he decided to wear that day, he easily sinks in you. He makes you sit up as your close to him, bucking at each other with rhythm. Your legs wrap around his waist as the car beneath you jerks back and forth. Your legs are shaking and you’re seeing the white light as you moan out each other’s names at the same time. He pulls out before you’re on edge. He turns you around with your chest on the hood and your backside inviting him in.

A long high whine moves past your lips as pumps in and out of you. Pulling your hips to him and snapping his into you. You’re stuttering, incoherent, and he’s in heaven. You made it difficult for him to focus on his car. He’s looking down at his prized possession. You buck your hips back at him to meet his rhythm, wanting to feel every vein, every inch of him. He closed his eyes as his face is up to the sky. Legs quaking, you don’t know if you can hold on. You feel the tingles of your orgasm hitting all over your body and he pumps faster before pulling out, riding out his own.

You lean forward trying to catch your breath. You pull your risen skirt and your risen shirt down. You find him picking you up and bringing you into the house. The looks in his eyes told you everything. He wasn’t finished with you, not even the slightest.

[its-luna-noel]

in my restless dreams, i see you | various!jjk x reader

02. i'm a vampire baby, get her back in blood

Vampire lord Ryomen Sukuna gives you the gift of eternal life. It’s not all it’s cracked up to be. vampire lord!sukuna x reader vampire!geto x reader vampire hunter!gojo x reader

warnings: 18+, MDNI, f!reader, vampire!au, smut, drinking, partying, non-con elements, blood drinking, vampire turning, violence & blood, definite dark themes so DD:DNE

word count: 2.5k

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notes: sukuna x reader, sukuna is rough and mean, unprotected, chok!ng, spank!ng. then we get into vampire bites & blood drinking, dub-con, vampire thrall state

Before you’re even through the door into your apartment, Sukuna is kissing you.

His mouth is hard on yours, lips pressed commandingly against yours as he backs you inside, slamming the door behind him. He’s already kicking off his shoes, hands reaching towards you to grab your thighs and lift you up like you weigh nothing, and you gasp into his mouth as he hoists you up into his arms and wraps your legs around his waist, hands coming down to reach under your skirt and squeeze your ass.

He starts walking through your apartment, breaking from your mouth just enough to ask, “Bedroom?”

You’re gasping, panting, as your arms wrap around his neck. “On the left.” And then you dive back in for another kiss.

One hand moves from your ass up to your hair, fingers knotting in your tresses as he holds you against his mouth, forcing you open like he’s flaying you alive.

You obey, and your lips part under his so softly, so pliantly, so desperately that he can’t help but groan. His tongue swipes into your mouth, and it warms under the heat of yours, acclimating to you as he tastes every corner, every inch of you he can reach while he walks you towards your bed. His hand gropes roughly at your ass, nails digging into the plush flesh there while his other hand tilts your head, opening you even further for him before pushing you roughly onto the bed beneath his body.

You’ve never had someone treat you like this, and it’s intoxicating, delicious.

Sukuna’s chest rumbles as he hums and pulls back, carmine gaze trailing over your body. You already look debauched, lips swollen from his rough kisses, and he smirks down at you, wondering just how far he can take you.

Just how utterly he can ruin you.

His hands squeeze your hips as he looks you over. “Deciding what I want first…” he says, his voice a mocking imitation of affection. “Every part of you just looks so damn delicious. What d’ya say, sweetheart; what should I take first?”

You just gaze up at him, eyes wide and trusting and so fucking innocent. “Anything you want,” you tell him, and it sounds like a promise.

He laughs, a derisive sound that makes you flinch. “Anything, huh? Well, aren’t you just an obedient little thing.” He grabs your hips a little tighter and rolls you over so you’re laying on your stomach below him. “You sure you mean that, little girl?”

His words send a shock of fear through you, but you nod, because you’re willing to give him anything, everything, just so long as he keeps those hands on you.

He chuckles again, and the sound is dark and dangerous as he pushes your dress up around your hips, revealing your lacy black panties. He hums quietly, reaching forward to snap the elastic band against your hip. You jump slightly at the feeling. “Slutty little thing, aren’t you?” His hand moves down, over the curve of your ass, until his fingers can stroke your core through your underwear, rubbing you with the pads of his fingers from behind. “And so fucking eager. Practically dripping and I’ve barely even touched you.” He reaches back up and dips his fingers under the elastic waistband, pulling them down your legs and throwing them to the side.

His fingers then return to your pussy, which is indeed so wet you’re nearly dripping onto the bed below. He puts one hand on your low back and pushes, until your chest hits the mattress, bending you in presentation so your bare ass is up in the air for him. You can feel him behind you, can feel his heavy gaze on your weeping folds, and then he dips his head down, licking a long stripe up your cunt from behind.

You gasp into the pillows, burying your face in the fabric.

He chuckles into you, and you can feel the vibrations pass through your body, as he opens his mouth and laps against your swollen clit once, twice. “Taste so fucking good,” he rumbles, and then he reaches up and parts your wet lower lips with his fingers.

He pushes two long, thick fingers inside you without warning, without pretense, and you yelp in surprise, body jolting forward to try and escape the suffocating sensations. He wraps one strong arm around your waist, holding you in place while he pumps his fingers inside you.

“Now, now,” he says, and you can hear the arrogant, sadistic grin in his voice as he speaks. “Don’t run away from me, little girl. You asked for this, remember? You said I could take anything I wanted, so that’s what I’m gonna do. I’m gonna make this fucking pussy weep for me, and you’re gonna sit here and let me. You got that?”

You just whimper, because you can’t manage anything else while he stretches you open so forcefully.

Your cunt, in your silence, does all the talking.

“Yeah,” Sukuna rumbles, his fingers still shoving inside you roughly, and it hardly seems like he even cares if he’s making it feel good, but that somehow just makes you even wetter, “that’s all I needed to hear. Listen to her whine and beg for me, little girl; can’t you hear it?” You can; you can hear the filthy squelching noises, the wet suction squeezing around his fingers so noisily. “She tells me exactly what I need to know, huh? Tells me exactly where to put these fucking fingers–” And as he speaks, he tilts his hand just a little, and he hits your g-spot in harsh movements, tugging desperate cries from between your lips.

“Ah, Sukuna!” you gasp, hips jolting beneath him, torn between chasing that high and running away from it.

In one rapid movement, he rips his hand from your cunt, leaving you clenching down around the empty space. You let out a loud, pathetic whine, but you can’t even ask him what he’s doing before his hand comes down on your ass, hard, with a loud smack.

“Quit running,” he snarls, and his arm wraps around you tighter, locking you beneath him. “You asked for this, didn’t you?” When you just whimper, he slaps your ass again, this time even harder. You gasp at the sharp sting, at the devastating, tantalizing pain. He speaks slowly, like you’re too fucking stupid to understand him. “I said, you asked for this, didn’t you? Nod.”

You nod, following his instruction, and you flinch when his hand touches your ass again, but you’re relieved when he simply rubs your reddened skin, soothing the stinging ache. “Yeah,” he says, hand trailing lower again, “you asked for it. And now you’re gonna take it, like I said.”

He shoves his fingers back inside, finding your g-spot again on the first stroke.

You cry out again, and your vision sparks white as his other fingers rub expertly against your clit with every thrust, driving you quickly, devastatingly so, towards an orgasm. And when you start to clamp down around his fingers, your slick dripping down his hand, he just grins maliciously, licking his lips.

“You gonna cum?” he asks, voice mockingly soft.

You nod, lips parted and eyes rolling back as he sends you crashing towards it.

“Ask for it,” he says, and his hand stills inside you, despite your desperate whines for him to continue. His other hand smacks your ass again. “I said, ask for it. Dumb fucking slut.”

You whimper at his words and obey his command. “Please, let me cum.”

He puts his lips to your ear. “Couldn’t hear you.”

You repeat it, louder this time. “Please, Sukuna! Please let me cum.”

“That’s a good girl.” And without additional preamble, he rams his fingers inside you again, even faster and harder than before, and it suddenly becomes clear that he’d been holding back.

Your vision goes white when you cum around his fingers.

He licks his lips again at the sight of you drenching him, drowning his hand in sticky wet arousal as you squeeze down around him. Then he pulls his hand from you, motions rough, and your hips buck slightly at his absence.

You hear the metallic sound of him undoing his belt, and he doesn’t even give you time to look over your shoulder at his beautiful fucking cock before he takes it in his hand and pushes between your messy folds. You gasp at the sensation, eyes widening at the searing sting of his head breaching your entrance.

His dick is huge, monstrous, the biggest one you’ve ever fucking taken, and it feels like he’s splitting you in half as he slides inside, pushing the thick head past your weeping slit, and you wanna run but you know that’ll just get you in more trouble. So you stay frozen in place, gasping and whimpering and moaning out in agony-tainted ecstasy, and he just chuckles, the sound strained as you clamp down around him.

“Relax, little girl,” he says, rutting his hips forward, pushing past muscles that ache to keep him out. “Or I’ll never fit.”

And so you breathe, your diaphragm dropping and taking your pelvic floor muscles with it, and with another thrust Sukuna seats himself further inside you, and even through his stoic silences you can hear the smallest choking sound as you take him in.

“Slutty fucking pussy,” he grits between his teeth, and he pushes forward again, splitting you open with a delicious sting, and he’s fully seated inside you and can’t help but groan, his head tilted back as he feels you clench around him. “Taking me– nghh– so fucking well.”

You can’t stop the mewling whines that fall from your lips as he starts moving, his pace quickly ramping up as he pulls all the way out and slams back into you, and you’re pretty sure he’s gonna come bursting out of your mouth at how deeply he’s fucking you. But all that actually comes out is “ah! ah! ah!” so loudly you’re sure your neighbors will put a complaint in.

He slaps your ass while he pounds into you, leaving another bright red handprint in his wake. “So fucking loud. You always like this, huh? Always such a noisy fucking girl?”

You don’t answer; you’re not sure he’s looking for one. You just grip the pillows tighter because oh fucking christ he’s going to break you, and the least you can do is hold on while he does.

Before you can brace yourself, before you can even tell what he’s doing, he reaches one hand around and grabs you by the throat, lifting your upper body so you’re bent perfectly in half while he rams his thick cock inside you, your back pressed against his hard chest. And he continues to pump inside you, and you’re crying out for a reprieve, but he doesn’t heed your calls as he presses sloppy, open-mouthed kisses to the side of your throat.

His tongue traces over your pulse point, and you shiver as he kisses the sensitive skin, a shiver running up your spine. And then, with your heartbeat hammering against his lips, heat warming his cool mouth, he parts his lips and scrapes his teeth against your neck. You shiver again, head tipping back against his shoulder, and your eyes flutter closed.

He just smirks against your skin. So pliant, so ready.

And then he sinks sharp fangs into your throat, and your eyes flash open.

You cry out at the sensation; it’s so much more painful than you were expecting. You’ve had rough lovers, but you’ve never had someone bite you like that– And then you feel heat leaking out of you, and your eyes widen when you realize that he made you bleed–

You’re about to pull away, about to ask him what the hell he was thinking, about to kick him out of your bed and out of your house. And then his lips purse against the puncture wound, and he sucks harshly on your neck.

Your eyes roll back into your head.

At first there’s a flash of icy pain, so cold you feel empty, and then you feel a paradoxical wave of heat flow through you. It starts in your belly as a soft burn, and then it fills your entire body all the way up to your brain, until your mind is foggy and warm, like you’re drunk and high on the best substances you’ve ever heard of. Sukuna can feel you relax under him, your body going slack, and he readjusts his hold on your neck, gripping tighter as he swallows a mouthful of your sweet blood. He can taste your arousal on it, can taste the waves of oxytocin pumping through your bloodstream, and he remembers why he does this, why he gets people so turned on and wasted on his body when he doesn’t give a damn about any of them: because it makes drinking their blood that much better.

He takes another long draw from your throat, and he hears you moan softly under him, and he grows impossibly harder as his strokes slow inside you, not wanting to jostle you out from under his mouth. And as he swallows this mouthful, he feels his veins thrum, feels heat course through his body like he’s alive again.

So he continues to drink from you, and you give yourself happily over to him, a soft smile on your lips.

He chuckles when he finally breaks free from your throat, licking traces of your blood from his lips, not daring to waste a single drop. “You like that, huh?” he teases, and he’s unsurprised when you nod and smile, going along with anything he says.

Fuck, he loves making a new thrall.

He licks the side of your neck as blood drips down towards your collarbones, and he picks the pace up again, starting to chase a high now that his dick is burning hot with your blood. He doesn’t necessarily give a shit if you cum again, and he knows that neither do you right now, so he just grabs your hips and ruts up into you with a grunt.

He doesn’t hold back, now that you’re so obedient for him.

He fucks you hard, hard enough that blood mixes with your slick and covers the head of his dick. But you don’t care, and he certainly doesn’t, besides the fact that he’s wasting precious blood where he can’t even taste it. But that doesn’t stop him from pushing even harder, even faster, while your cunt clamps down around him, milking him dry while he focuses on the aftertaste of your blood on his tongue.

He paints your wet walls with his seed, and he knows that in this state, you’re happy to take anything he gives.

thanks for reading! -luna xx prev. chapter | next chapter

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Synopsis: Kento sees a pretty girl from across the bar and he needs to have her in any way possible, kinda pwp

Pairing: Nanami kento x reader

Warnings: Dom Kento, switch reader, reader gets slick got a second but then gets humbled, reader’s a biter, kento’s into it, kinda mean kento, panty sniffing, vaginal sex, oral sex, grinding, Nanami pussy eater kento, whiny reader, just the sillies !!

WC: 2,179 (not proofread, leave me alone)

A/N: lowkey a self insert since I’m a huge biter 🙂‍↕️

Feedback and requests are always appreciated! 💥

Hushed breaths filled kento’s clean, tidy apartment, your hands not knowing what to do with themselves as one played with his hair and the other travelling down to the button of his shirt.

Kento was the exact same, both hands travelling from your neck to your waist down to your hips as he gropes and plays with the fat on your body, his arms extending back to slam the door of his apartment to close, his eyes never leaving yours, slight drool on the corner of his mouth, he licked it before grabbing your cheeks and connecting your lips together.

You stayed in one spot, mouths refusing to let the other slip away, tongues fighting for dominance, embarrassingly loud moans filling the quiet space.

Kento let go for a second before giving you a look of true desperation as he leans down and pick you up bridal style, you yelp as he lifts your body up like it weighed nothing “k-ken! Put me down!” You cried out as you held onto his shoulders for dear life, he chuckled as he entered his room

“As you wish, darling��� he kissed your temple before throwing you on his bed, he looked down at you as he unbuckled his belt and took his pants off, he was immediately on you after he was freed of his pants.

Kento wasn’t one for hooking up with a random stranger but he couldn’t think straight when he saw you with your friends at the bar, your hair done so perfectly and your dress hugging all of your curves, he needed to have you, to taste you, such a pretty thing like you, you looked so delicious when he asked you to come home with him, your face all red and surprised as you started stuttering every word.

He felt like an actual animal as he latched his lips to your soft neck, sucking on the skin gently, your manicured nails playing with his hair as he trailed kisses down your chest, stopping to bunch your dress up, helping you to take that slutty dress off, god he couldn’t stop gawking at you, you looked like goddess, out of breath, looking at him with half lidded eyes, begging him to touch you more

He was physically unable to deny you.

His soft lips leaving wet kisses down your body, stopping to admire the pretty panties you decided to wear tonight, you looked down when he stopped, only to be met with his brown eyes boring into yours as he hooked his canines with the thin fabric, his hand holding the other end as he ripped it into pieces “hey! Whatre you-“

“I’ll get you better ones” he replied before you could cuss him out, he took ripped fabric in his hands, sniffing it before spreading your legs apart, his arms went underneath your thick thighs, hooked around them as he pulled you closer to him, face merely two centimetres away from your glistening pussy, his tongue licked between your folds, moaning slightly at the taste, his hold on your thighs tightening as you shuddered a little, thinking you were trying to get away from his lips.

His tongue kept licking at your entrance, then pushing slightly into it, before his hand made its way back between your thighs, as two of his digits started working on stretching you out, his tongue found your clit, licking in a fast rhythmic motions, then stopping as sticking on it every time his fingers found that little spot inside your tight pussy.

You were withering beneath his touch, crying out as you grabbed a fistful of his sheets, body shaking from his heavenly touch

“K-keh ooh! Shit! Kent…ooooohhhh fuck, oh god please please, I- mmgh please slow dowhhh ohhh down please” you cried out, unable to even move from his mouth with his other arm still holding onto your lower body

Your pleas fell onto deaf ears as his fingers went faster, his tongue playing with your now throbbing clit, only looking up at you with half lidded eyes, watching you become a mess from his touch, he could feel himself growing harder by the second, his hips grinding against the side of his bed, trying to relieve himself from the painful boner he got from just eating your heavenly cunt

How could someone look and taste so delicious? Fuck if he kept at this he might cum before her, and that’s just not how he works his magic.

He stopped his hand and mouth immediately, your head shot up to look at him, you looked like a whole mess, body ass sweaty, pussy wet and leaking into his light blue sheets, hair sticking to your face “wah… no why, please no, come back” you cried out, arm reaching out to grab his, he leaned and interlocked his fingers with yours, now fully on the bed, he crawled up to you, now right on top of you

“Such a mess, god I’ve only been eating you out for 7 minutes, and the moment I let go you’re crying out, so cute” he whispered into your ear, you felt so embarrassed, so embarrassed that you flipped your bodies, getting on top of him, he stared at you with wide eyes, eyebrows furrowed as he looked at you

“Shut up, I can do better” you chuckled before slamming your lips onto his, tongue sneaking into his mouth, letting him insert his tongues into your mouth, you sucked on it, one hand cupping the side of his face, deepening the kiss, your teeth grazed his bottom lip, lightly biting it before pulling away, a trail of spit connect your lips.

You looked down at kento with a smirk “who looks like a mess now, huh?” You chuckles before attacking his neck, sucking on the skin, your teeth automatically attached to his soft skins as you bit him, leaving a mark of all your teeth on the side of his neck, you were so dazed you didn’t even realise what you were doing

But kento’s hissing and his hand on your shoulder snapped you back, you gasped “oh my god, kento I’m so sorry I just I didn-“

“K…keep going, please ?” Before you could properly apologise, kento stopped you, looking up at you with a desperate look, his eyes and voice tone pleading you

“Oh..” was all you could say before a grin made it to your lips as your kissed his lips, the kissing his sharp cheekbone

Your hips were flush against his, your naked cunt grinding against his clothed boner, you were basically riding his length as you peppered his skin with marks

Your teeth lightly grazed his ear lobe as you pressed down on his aching cock, you could hear his breath hitch as his hands come up to your hips, pulling you down to him.

You swat his hands away “nu uh, I’m in charge” you state with a big smug smirk on your face

Kento only chuckled, then looked up at you with the sweetest look you’ve ever received “oh honey, you’re only up there because I let you, wanted to see how long you wanted to keep this act up” his tone was so condescending and smug, you glared down at him and scoff “yea, suuuuure you’re totally in charge-AAH” you were cut off by kento flipping your bodies back to their original stance, his hands grabbed your thighs and pressed them to your chest as he leaned his weight on the keep them that way

His hands freeing his aching dick out of his boxers, his tip was red and and throbbing, he pumped himself a couple of times before lining his dick with your tightening entrance “oh baby, I think you need some discipline, might have to fuck some into you” he chuckled before ramming his thick cock inside you

You screamed from the sudden stretch, kento stopped in his tracks, letting you get accustomed to the feeling, his hand went back to holding yours, interlocking your finger, his body leaned down, his other hand coming up to brush the hair out of your face

“You okay?” He whispered, waiting for you to let him continue.

You nodded, eyes still shut, kento kissed your cheek as he took half of his length out, then ramming it right back in, watching you intensely

“Look at me” he demanded, you opened your eyes, looking up at him “keep your eyes on me, darling, look at how I’m ruining you” his words were sinful, and his neat and gentle exterior only makes them more sinful, his thrusts start becoming faster as you get used to the stretch, but you were unable to keep up the eye contact, your eyes kept fluttering or rolling back, unable to handle how he’s tearing you apart.

“Awh, does my darling need something in her mouth to focus ? Hmm? Well, here, let’s recycle those” he chuckled before grabbing your forgotten bunched up fabric that used to be your panties, stuffing them in your mouth before grabbing a fistful of your hair and forcing you to look down where your bodies met, how his dick keeps disappearing into your shaking core, how you’re already losing the feeling in your legs, unable to focus with the pleasure, the pain and kento’s taunting words running around in your head, you felt light headed, now becoming nothing but muddy in his hands.

“Is my pretty girl about to cum? Hm? Do you feel you’re worthy of cumming?” He asked you, but the bunched up cloth in your mouth making you unable to reply, you’d nod frantically but it only made him want to deny your orgasm more

“Hmm? What’s that? No? Oh I guess my darling wants me to continue torturing her” he chuckled, lifting your legs by his shoulders as his rhythm became even more merciless, the pounding is absolutely killing you, you tried to take the gag out but kento’s hands held your wrists and pinned them down “what’re you doing ? You don’t like my little gift for you?” You glared at him a tried to spit the fabric out, he chuckled as you successfully got it out

“I want to cum, now!” You cried out, and quiet literally starting crying from the overstimulation, the tip of his cock kept hitting your spongy spot over and over and over and you couldn’t keep it together anymore, it took all of your damn energy to spit that sentence out

“Such a smart girl, managed to escape my little trap so well, I think you’ve earned your reward, pretty girl, now make me proud and cum with me honey” kento’s forehead rested on yours, his thrusts came into a slow rhythmic state, still absolutely hitting that sensitive spot a torturous amount of times

His dick was begging him to cum, but he loved seeing you so vulnerable, so desperate for him, how your hands would reach up to him trying to bring him down to you, how your teeth sink into his shoulder, crying out as you let go merely a second before he did.

His warm seed filled you up, mixing up with your own as you both came together, kento was grunting, his face all scrunched up as he tried to fuck his load back inside you, the feeling of his warm cum filling your cunt, and some even dripping out had your head spinning, you felt out of breath, you looked up at kento as he get off of you, and out of you, falling down right next to you, you were both out of breath, absolutely spent, your legs were no longer working you were sure, you both looked at each other at the same time and chuckled.

Kento’s arms stretched out and pulled you closer to his body, you cuddled up to his side, head resting on his chest.

“Would you laugh at me if I said I don’t usually hook up with strangers ?” You asked, already chuckling at yourself

“Well that would make me a hypocrite, since you’re the first stranger I’ve hooked up with” he replied, looking down at you with a gentle smile

You gasped “I took your stranginity!?” Your excited tone made kento snort, laughing so naturally, it’s wasn’t a chuckle or a slight huff, he was actually laughing

“I’ll say yes if you promise to never call it that” he said before kissing your temple and getting up, you groaned “I know this is a hookup but damn can we cuddle for longerrr” you whined, watching his butt as he made his way to his bathroom, then Returning a second later with a wet towel

“Hold your horses, I’m not leaving you” kento chuckled as he wiped you up and threw the towel in his clothes hamper

After he returned to you, he spread his arms out and held your body close to his, giving you kisses all over before he drifted to sleep, his arms holding you so close as if you’d disappear

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Aftercare with Luffy (Post Aphrodisiac Sex) (FLUFF)

Sanji Aftercare

Zoro Aftercare

WC: 1.7k

This is a continuation of THIS FIC please read this first before continuing here !:)

CW: Learning about Aftercare, Luffy Learns How to be a Better Boyfriend, Kisses, Soft!Luffy

Enjoy!

-

It has been about an hour and a half since the effects of the aphrodisiac wore off of Luffy. He managed to actually fuck you until you both passed out leaving a sweaty cum filled mess on top of your bed.

You were the first to wake up seeing his stretchy limbs wrapped around your sticky body, his face was drenched in sweat drooling on your neck not wanting to let go. You tried sitting up but it deemed difficult seeing how tangled your body was with his.

“Luffy..” Your Voice was groggy and a little swelled. You managed to free one of your arms out of his grasp to grip his hair firmly and lift his head, he had that same blissful smile he usually has when he is sleeping with a few hickies on his neck. “Luffy…get off of me.”

The sounds of him groaning mixing with whining not wanting to budge from his grip, so you sigh trying to adjust yourself but you moan out feeling his cock still partially inside you.

“Luffy! Luffy! Luffy!” You slapped his shoulder repeatedly.

“‘M tireedddddd.” He pinched your sides making your shriek.

“Get upppppp!!!”

“Mmm…Y/N! Oooh you look a mess are you okay? What happened?!”

“I’m—ow!” You slapped his rough hands rubbing your sides harshly away from you as he was seated in between your legs. “I’m fine just get up!”

“Oh okay!…can you walk?” He asked noticing your struggling to get up, he immediately aids you from the bed and now holding your waist from behind, but he notices the marks and bruises on your back, “Y/N what the hell happened to you?! Who hurt you like this??”

Your eyebrows furrow cocking your head at him and turn to his face, “Uh..you did.”

This was probably one of the first times you seen Luffy’s smiles slowly fade into worry, “Nuh uh. I—-oh wait! “ He laughs holding his head now recalling past events, “I did! Sorry about that! You felt really good though, but I’m STARVING now.”

He places you back down to sit on to walk over to your shared drawers, squatting grabbing something to shove his face with.

He always did this.

After sex it’s either Luffy gets up and goes to eat or falls asleep immediately. You grown to not mind it, but right now you kinda felt a bit….

Sad, almost.

It was weird you felt like your mood just shifted from okay to sorrow and you don’t understand why. You grab each of you some clean clothing and place it on your bed. Luffy turns and watches you while still eating studying your saddened gaze.

“You okay? Does your butt hurt ?” He asks noticing the slap marks on it, you look back to see and shake your head, you felt so weighed down for some reason and you couldn’t figure out why. You have no complaints about the sex that isn’t the issue but after such an intense session.

You just

Wanted to be held right now.

“Let’s take another bath. I’m sticky.”

“Ughhhh whyyyyyy just throw on a dress! You’ll be okay.”

“Can you at least come to bed I’m tired.”

“Just a second Y/N im hungrrryyyy…” He scrambled in the drawers for more food contemplating to quickly get dressed and head to the kitchen.

For some reason Luffy’s defiance made your chest hurt, he’s always like this, but right now him not wanting to do anything made your lips quiver. You looked glossy in the eyes holding his clothing. It wasn’t until your did a soft sniff he turned his head back at you.

“Y/N…” He seen your head down, thumb caressing his shirt, still in the nude and fighting back your will to cry for something you don’t understand why. “What’s wrong?”

“Nothing.” You handed him his shirt to grab your robe hanging off your door, “‘M ganna take a shower.”

You left Luffy alone to start up some water, the bathhouse was cleaned top to bottom from when you and Luffy left it with a note on the mirror.

“To Y/N & Luffy: At Least clean the bathhouse before leaving to have sex! Perverts! -Nami”

Now not only are you sad, but embarrassed now.

“Ugh.” You groaned tossing the note to start some water to hop in the shower, but right before you stepped in here comes a naked Luffy causing your eyes to widen

“LU!” You pulled him in shutting the door behind you wondering what the hell was going on, “You can’t keep walking around—“

“Its fine nobody is awake.” He didnt break contact of your eyes. Luffy felt a bit worried seeing your storm off, and he could have sworn you—

“Did i make you cry?”

“What?” You snap your face at him, subconsciously touching your warm cheeks, “no you didn’t.”

“Then why are you—“

“Nothing Luffy.”

“Tell me.” He grabbed your arm before you could walk inside the steaming water, you kinda hoped he would come to join you, but you also had a bit of you wanting to just be alone to rid of the pains you felt.

Both physically and emotionally.

Luffy didn’t quite understand why your mood changed, youre usually as happy as he is after sex,

“Was i bad?” He finally broke the quiet tension between you both.

“Hm?”

“Was i bad? Did I not make you feel good?”

“No Luffy it’s just…” you sigh rubbing your forehead, before pulling him inside the shower with you, he waiting patiently as you began to clean his back, maybe not looking into his eyes will ease some of your nerves. “It’s just…after we have sex…sometimes I just…wanna be held by you. I know it sounds stupid, but i like a little comfort after we finish…being told I did really good, ….maybe even a kiss, but—-“

In an instant your lips were pressed against his, they were always smaller than yours, lower lip just a tad plumper than his top, his cold wet hands cupped your warmed cheeks, you felt his thumb rub against your temple gently as if he wanted you to know he heard you.

“Like that?” Still holding your face, he looked into your eyes filled with some hope he did it right to make you happy. You lean into his touch and smile.

“Yeah. Something like that.” Your face finally cracked into a smile, which in turn made him as well.

“Oh thank God!” Luffy exhales making you both laugh, “All you had to do was ask Y/N I’ll do whatever you want.”

You almost felt stupid not asking him sooner, your communication with Luffy wasn’t far from bad. He spoke to you about things he wanted and needed out of you so what makes you think you couldn’t?

“Here. Turn around.” Your raven haired boyfriend moved you and you heard what you assumed to be the body wash tab open and his hands rubbing roughly against each other, but by the smell you knew—

“Wait wait! Lu!” You reached over in front of you to grab the soap to hand him, “that’s shampoo not soap!”

“…aint it the same thing?”

-

It was such a comforting silence for a moment as Luffy washed you, he was delicate with his touches after a while, cracking jokes per usual to hear you laugh again. Once you both rinse each other off you were ready to get out, but Luffy didn’t seem ready to do so yet.

“Wait!” He pulled you closer to him, your breast now smushed against his, his stare was almost intimidating right now, “um…”

Your boyfriend grabbed your cheeks again to kiss you, this time small pecks not giving you anytime to return the favor which made you giggle, “h-hey-“

“I do lo…um…I do…love you…y/n. You know that right?”

His stutter made your eyes widen. Why was he so nervous to say that? You wonder, but instead of questioning it you nod, “mmhm. I love you too Luffy.”

Hearing that made his heart feel funny, he masked his worry with that pretty big smile you loved so much.

Once you both get out and head to your room in your towel and robe you felt him hold your pinky in with his, when you felt the tightness against it you looked and then seen him look the opposite way, possibly hiding the small blush on his face as you walked to your room. You smile at the sentiment.

-

“Let’s get something to eat.” You suggest brushing Luffy’s hair as he sits in between your legs, “I know You’re still hungry.”

“Mmhm.” He hummed, arms wrapped around your waist and face in your cleavage, “‘want meat.”

You both sneak your way into the kitchen praying Sanji’s 6th sense doesn’t get him to wake up and catch you both. There was a note on the fridge.

“To my dearest Y/N: I made a plate specifically for you, whenever you come to eat. It’s your favorite! -Love, Sanji”

There was tears on the note.

Sanji also left a note for Luffy too:

“I hate you. Don’t eat Y/N’s food. - Sanji”

There were two plates for you both, you grabbed them and Luffy grabbed some more for the road and you head back to your room to eat.

“Y’know i still don’t know why I did that.” Luffy muffled, face stuffed as he was eating across from you on the bed crisscross shirtless, “You think it was something i ate?”

“Ion know.” You shrugged eating with a little more decorum than your boyfriend, he shrugs as well. Best not to think about what the possibilities were, not like you remembered much hours prior.

“You did do good by the way.” He spoke again, this time his voice more clear and soft, “You always feel really good. I don’t think you understand that, but I can tell you that more.”

“…thank you, Lu.”

“Hahaha, i like when you call me that too. It sounds so hot when you moan it—“

“Okay, Luffy!” You groaned, you knew sweet moments with him never last, he laughs holding his stomach at your embarrassment.

Once you both ate Luffy stretched out his body for you to lay on, your weight felt so good against him. He could get used to moments like this, moments where it’s just you and him. Relaxing.

You adjusted on top, arms and blankets around you both, he was so comfortable to lay on, his heart beat still relatively fast, but soothing none the less.

“I love you, Y/N.” Was the last thing you heard and a peck on the forehead before dozing off again.

It felt good to you both to learn how to properly take care of each other.

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Hate Means Love Ch.2

Jenna Ortega x Male Character.

Summary: Jenna Ortega shares a house with her roommate's, one of them being a male she can't stand, in other words, hates. He loves to tease and feed her hatred just to watch her for his pleasure (wink wink).

Warnings! Bad language, drinking, talk of hangovers, teasing, arguing, and steamy situations, short smut, bad writing.

Andre's POV.

"Jennaaaa lets goooo." I hear Trina drunkenly saying trying to tug Jenna off the floor. To say the girls are pretty drunk is an understatement, Devin and I were buzzed but not like them, so the situation was pretty funny to us. "I can't walkkkk." Jenna drags out to Trina. Devin got out of the car and walk around to see the two of them on the floor and started dying laughing. He looks over to me and nods, "Ill grab Trina, get Jenna." He says laughing. I laugh to myself and walk over to Jenna, and she looks up at me.

"Oh no you don't. you no carry meee." She says pointing at me.

I laugh and bend over and pick her up and throw her over my shoulder with ease as she was small and weighed the same amount as a sack of potatoes.

"I'm going to puke if yo -hiccup- you carry me like this." She says covering her mouth.

I quickly pull her down to hold her as her legs are wrapped around my waist and I'm supporting her ass. I continue to walk for another 5 minutes and finally make it to the house to see that Devin was occupied with trying to get Trina to go to sleep. I make my way to Jenna's room and lean over and plop her on her bed with me hovering over her, but she would let go of me with her legs as I tried to get up.

"Jenna let go you're in your bed, and I have to piss really bad." I say reaching for her legs behind me to unclench them. But something about the look in Jenna's eyes that I've never seen before, like a starving lion who hasn't ate in weeks. She slams me forward with her legs pushing my pelvis into Her's, I quickly look at her in confusion as I feel her hands slide down to the hem of my t shirt and pull it off me throwing it over by the open door. She rubs her hands up and down my naked torso, sticking her fingers in the lining of my boxers and leans up to me and glides her lips across my ear.

"Remember at the party?" she nibbles my ear making me shut my eyes, feeling myself getting hard on top of her. "How you made me feel that way, and then stopped." she continues shoving her hands lower into my boxers just above my hard member, but painfully not touching it. "Well karma's a bitch." she says as she yanks her hands out and unwraps her legs from around me and begins to laugh. I sit up and scoff that this woman really just played me. I quickly grab her wrist and slam her arms above her head and hold them there before getting inches from her wet, plump lips. "You wouldn't be able to handle me anyways, I would fuck you stupid, your legs would fail you, and you would be able to do nothing but scream as I'm deep in you watching my dick bulge in your stomach." I bite her neck as I hear a soft moan escape her lips making her arch into me. I place my hand on her throat and squeeze, lifting her to face me eye to eye. "If you ever tease me again, I will rail the fuck out of you." Jenna looks at me and bites her lips followed by a giggle. This girl was fucking crazy, and damn was it hot. I stand up and go to walk over to the door, I hear the bed creek and turn around to look and see Jenna now standing up at the end of her bed. Keeping eye contact with me, she places her hands at the bottom of her shirt lifting it over her head tossing it on the floor, showing her black lacey bra and sexy body. Shes grinning from ear to ear biting her bottom lip, keeping her eyes on my eyes the whole time. She unbuttons her pants and slowly takes them off tossing them on the other side of the room. "I can send you a picture if you like?" she teases me with my own line I used on her earlier that day and it made me chuckle. "Is this really a case of you feeding me my own medicine?" I chuckle leaning on her door frame looking her up and down. "No, I just really hate you and like to watch you suffer." she walks over to me and shoves me outside her doorframe into the hallway. "Goodnight asshole" she says just before shutting the door making me scoff.

Jenna's POV.

I laugh historically with myself for getting back at Andre for all his bullshit he does to me. I lay down with the biggest satisfied grin on my face when my phone dings and I pick it up to look at a message from Andre making my smile turn into an "o" expression.

Andre.

"Could have been in here with me."

My mouth hung open in surprise at his text that was sent with his picture. I locked my phone and set it on the table ignoring his teasing and rolled over to my side kicking my feet like a child while laughing because I got him so riled up, so easy.

The next morning I'm woken up by the sounds of Devin and Andre yelling at each other, arguing over something I wasn't sure of, but it sounded like it was getting serious. I quickly throw some clothes on and hurry out of my room at the same time Trina is coming out of Her's as we both exchange a look of "wtf" and hurry to the kitchen.

"Fuck you! how many times did you and her fuck bro?!" Devin yells to Andre.

"Chill the fuck out dude, you guys aren't dating, if I knew you liked her that much, I wouldn't have done anything with her."

"Of course I like her you fucking idiot I talk about her all the time to you!" Devin yells stepping closer to Andre.

"You talk about every girl you fuck! you legit just talked about that blonde you fucked last week, and besides, she came on to me, and we didn't even fuck, she sucked my dick." Andre responds with a grin that seemed to push Devin over the edge considering he lunged at Andre, and they started to trade punches. Trina and I exchanged looks and quickly went to break them up.

"Stop! break it up! you guys look like fucking idiots!" I yell as we try and pull them apart.

"GET THE FUCK OFF ME!" Andre yells pushing Devin off of him slamming him to the ground. "To fight me over a bitch is fucking crazy, fuck you and don't talk to me!" Andre turns to me and takes my hands off him from trying to hold him back. "Get off me, I'm fine, fuck that guy." He walks past me and goes into his room slamming the door behind him.

"Are you guys fucking serious, you two are so dumb." Trina says helping Devin off the ground, picking up all the shit they knocked over fighting.

"I need a break from being around that piece of shit, I'm going to go stay at my parents for the week." Devin says getting a glass of water, looking at Trina and I.

"Thats understandable, but you already know how I feel about him as well." I say giving a small smile to Devin.

"You're going to hate me, Jenna." Trina says causing me to turn my attention to her. "I'm supposed to go out of town for a week today to visit my grandparents for my grandma's birthday."

Thats when it dawned on me, that I was going to be stuck, alone, with Andre for a whole week. At this point I was begging to be struck by lighting and taken out of my suffering from Mr. Asshole.

"UGHHHHH now I get to stay with dick head for a week, ALONE." I say putting my head on the counter and letting out a breath of frustration. "It's okay guys, ill hold the fort down, go see your families and enjoy it." I follow with giving them both a hug as I head back to my room to sleep a little more while they pack.

Andre's POV.

It's been a few hours since Devin and I's fight and him and Trina have already left for the week, I gave Trina a hug and told her bye, but didn't even bother to say it to Devin because I could give a fuck less at this point. It's 6pm and I figured it be the perfect time to pour myself some Hennesey and chill out for the night to let go of some steam. I decided to pick my phone up and text a girl I met at the club a few weeks prior and decided to invite her over to have some fun. About 30 minutes go by and I hear a faint knock on the door, and I get up to open it for the girl.

"Olivia, hey how you been?" I ask giving her a hug and motioning for her to come in.

"I've been good, you look so hot," she said followed with a giggle as I close the door behind her.

"Mm, thank you, so do you." I say with that grin of mine that gets me in trouble. "Want anything to drink? I have some Hennesey and also some Amsterdam, not much but it's something." I continue, heading to kitchen to get her a drink.

"Uhm, you pick!" I hear Olivia yell from the living room. I grab her a glass of Hennesey as that's what I was already drinking so I figured why not. I hit the corner of the living room and walk in to see her on her knees Infront of the couch giving me a smile.

"Hm, what's this about?" I say walking up to her handing her the cup of alcohol. She takes the cup from my hand as I stand above her, towering over her like a tall building. She smiles at me and takes a sip out of her cup.

"You home alone tonight?" She asks tucking her hair behind her ears looking up at me.

I think about how I'm going to answer her question, knowing Jenna is home, but she's been sleeping, and she might not get up till later, and even if she did, I have no shame. I look down at her tilting her chin to look up at me, caressing her bottom lip with my thumb.

"I happen to be alone today, what have you got in mind Babygirl?" I say sitting in front of her on the couch putting my legs on each side of her.

She gives me a devilish grin and reaches up to pull my sweatpants down just enough to where she can pull my dick through the hole in my boxers. I sigh and sit back in pleasure as she leans up and kisses the tip of my dick, making me erect little by little. She licks up and down my shaft getting small groans from my mouth to come out, she smiles at me before shoving my dick all the way in her mouth and proceeds to suck up and down making me throw my head back in pleasure.

Jenna's POV.

I turn over and grab my phone to check the time, seeing that its now 7:15 and I've had a pretty good nap, I blindly reach for my water glass and tip the cup back, and to my surprise it was bone dry. I sigh to myself and sit up and throw some shorts on and a tank top that rode up my stomach and head to my door to leave for the kitchen. I turn the corner from the hallway and see a girl kneeling Infront of Andre bobbing her head up and down and he's breathing heavy and grunting. From where I was standing, I couldn't see anything, but the girls head and Andre's face and I was completely shocked. Andre looks up and sees me, throwing me a lip biting grin, keeping eye contact with me, he leans up and grabs the girl's hair and pushes her head deeper on him making her gag leaving his mouth open and throwing his head back. He looks back to me and looks deep in my eyes as he tells the girl, "Such a good girl for me." followed with that stupid fucking grin. I scoff and hurry back to my room in shock with what I just witnessed. The way he looked, I couldn't lie to myself that it was so attractive and turned me on. This stupid little game him and I have going on of who can get who sexually riled up is ridiculous, but I will never cave to that asshole.

It's been about 30 minutes now and I hear a knock on the door interrupting me from my scrolling on Instagram. I roll my eyes already knowing who it was, I sit up and walk over to my door and open it, reveling Andre standing in black boxers and shirtless.

"What." I say blandly and irritated.

"Sorry you seen that, forgot you where home." he says with a smile.

I give him a stank face from his comment, knowing he knew damn well I was home.

"Is that all you do? lie?" I question. rolling my eyes at him.

He chuckles at my response and walks into my room sitting on my bed, placing his hands on the side of him so he can lean back.

"When are you going to let me fuck you? You hate me so much; I could most defiantly hate fuck you; I would enjoy watching your pretty face in pleasure."

"Never, never in you're stupid life." I say to him ignoring his presence and lay back down on my bed getting on my phone.

I feel him get up and get on the bed, he crawls towards me flipping me on my back like I weighed nothing, tossing my phone on the ground. He places himself between my legs as his arms are on each side of me, lowering himself onto me, pressing his bulge into my hot center, making me breathe louder with pleasure.

"You know, I can tell how bad you want me, the way you breath when I'm around you, the way you squeeze your thighs together when I tease you, trying to suppress the heartbeat in your pussy I give you." His words make me breath harder and arch into him, my hands find his chest and I can't help but touch him, knowing he's right, and I hate him even more for it....

A/N: I'm so sorry to end it like this, but the next chapter is going to be spicyyyyy! let me know if you guys are liking this story and maybe if there's anything I can add to spice it up more! <3 CHAPTER 3 COMING SOON!

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a long distance (like LOOOOOOOOOONG distance) established relationship smut for gojo, nanami, geto and sukuna pls 🥺🙏

Okay okay! I'm gonna play around with the long distance aspect! I hope you like it.

Tags: phone sex, manhandling, biting, possessiveness, handjob, facetime sex, cursing,

Gojo Satoru: Gojo found himself nearly running you over at the sight of you in his room. Months apart hitting him the moment he saw you waiting for him. The door behind him shut, running to you and lifting you like you weighed nothing. Lips rough against yours as he made up for the time lost.

"I missed you so much." He breathed through messy kisses, setting you down on the ground again. Your hands slid up to his face, carefully sliding up his blindfold to catch glimpse of his pretty eyes. "I missed you too." You mumbled against his lips, feeling his hands travelling under your top. He just needed to feel you, the warmth of your body against his. Talking and catching up could wait, you needed eachother now.

Sitting down on the edge of his bed, he pulled you into his lap and gripped your hips. His hands trailing down over your ass and squeezing the flesh. He already had gotten you out of your clothes and now just needed to bury himself inside you. Gojo felt absolutely feral almost, not knowing just how bad he needed you until he felt you hovering over his cock.

"Come on, show me how much you missed me." He coaxed, pressing on your hips to get you to sink down on him. You smiled, only for it to turn into a gasp as you felt him slip into you. The stretch was pleasant, familiar sting and it made you grip Gojo's shoulders as you sunk all the way down. His hands found your ass again, giving you a squeeze before using it as leverage to thrust into you.

"I'm not letting you go until we make up for the time lost."

Kento Nanami: "I miss you." You mumbled into the phone, cuddling your body further into his pillows. They smelt like him and you just wanted to wrap yourself in his scent. The job had taken him further away than you both had liked and it was taking entirely longer than anyone wanted. You needed him so badly, just inhaling the scent on his pillow wasn't enough anymore.

"I miss you too." Kento said, undoing his tie with one hand and his cell phone in the other. His day was long and he was entirely frustrated, in every way. Your sultry voice on the other end of the phone making him throw his head back with a groan. "You do? ... How much do you miss me?" You teased, knowing exactly what his tone of voice meant. He felt himself grinning and undid his pants with one hand, sliding his belt off roughly before sitting on the edge of his hotel room bed.

"Enough that I'm fantasizng that you're sitting on the ground inbetween my legs right now." That was your Kento, always so straight forward. You found your hands travelling down the waist band of your underwear, slipping your fingers down. Kento mimicked your actions, breath hitching as he wrapped his hand around the base of his cock. "Mmm-" You moaned, listening to his softs groans through the speaker and matching your own touches to his sounds. "I miss the way you feel, Kento. You always make me feel so good." You moaned out, your hands not feeling anywhere near as good as his.

He continued to stroke is cock, imagining your softer hands and gentler touch, the sight of your lips wrapped around him. Kento could tell you were touching yourself, your moans and hitched breaths being picked up beautifully. He was close already, the build up from the weeks away from you having taken effect. "Shit, baby are you close?" He asked, gripping the base of cock tightly as he listened for your words. "So close." You cried, feeling the knot in your stomach tightening.

"God the second I'm home, we aren't leaving the bedroom for days."

Geto Suguru: You had long stopped focussing on what he was saying, your calls to catch up always taking hours because of the distance between you both. You couldn't help yourself, he was laying in bed so deliciously, his shirt open as he talked to you.

"Geto..." You started, your tone of voice different from before. You were craving him, wanting to touch him and run your fingers through his hair. "Yes?" He said in return, flashing a small smirk in your direction. "I miss your touch." Your voice sounded like a whine as you repositioned yourself, showing him that you weren't wearing much either. His eyes widened slightly, before he set his phone down and allowed his hand to slowly run over his abdomen. "It's not fair." You moaned, your hands pulling your shirt up and revealing more of your own skin to him.

"It's not, but we can deal with it in other ways." His voice getting deeper. "Like, you can imagine my hand is the one sliding down your body." Geto suggested, his tone softer and more sultry than before. You let out a small moan, fingers toying with your nipples before moving down your body. "And I can imagine your hand wrapped around my cock and the way you look up at me before you suck me off." He said, showing you the way he had his pretty hand wrapped around him.

You panned your camera down, showing the way you touched yourself for him. "God I wanna touch you so bad." His voice showing that he was losing the last bits of his control. Geto watched the way your back arched, listening to your sounds as you got off. He hardly even had to touch himself while watching you, being so touch starved that he could cum from hearing and seeing you alone.

"That's it, get yourself off for me. Show me how much you wish I was there."

Sukuna: He had been gone for so long, you had no idea when you would see him again. Sukuna came and went as he pleased which was frustrating but also part of his appeal. He also didn't quite stay in touch, leaving you absolutely surprised when you came home to be pressed into the wall.

"Miss me?" His deep voice filled your ears as his hand clamped over your mouth to keep you from letting out a scream. Of course you missed him, but you couldn't tell him that. You knew he didn't care.

Sukuna settled his body between your legs, hand still clamped over your mouth as he kissed over your neck. This was why he came back, that little slice of heaven inbetween your legs that was reserved just for him. "I missed your pretty body and how you respond to me." He grumbled into your ear before tearing your top off. This was what Sukuna did and as much as you wanted to hate him, you absolutely couldn't.

He kissed down your chest, biting at your skin and marking wherever he could find as another way of possessing you from others. He kept his hand over your mouth, not wanting to hear a sound from you without his permission. He might have missed the way your body felt but that didn't mean he would allow you to do whatever you wanted.

"It's been so long, I think I might absolutely wreck you."

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Combat Boots

Ghostface x F!Reader (Danny/Jed Olson GF)

Word Count: 2.4 K

Summary: You ride Ghostface’s boot. That’s it.

TW: ⚠️Heavy Kinks⚠️ Degradation, Knives and Blood, Dom Ghostface, DubCon, Squirting, Bootlicking

The thunder was raging outside, wind and rain pattering against your window as you curled up under your comforter, trying hard to fall asleep. You’d moved out of your parents house, finally on your own ...just to find out the town you've moved to is being terrorized by a masked murderer. And that you’re scared of thunderstorms.

You took a deep breath and rolled over, closing your eyes tightly, almost trying to trick your body into believing that it’s asleep. Your body jumped up at the loud noise you heard, rocketing out of your bed when you realized that it was not thunder…but glass shattering. As quietly as possible, you got out of your bed and walked to the door of your bedroom, opening it slowly and peeking out. The screen of the landline phone that sat on a table in the hallway was black, telling you that the power was out. You cursed at yourself, knowing that your phone was on the charger downstairs. You’d been so tired before the thunder you forgot to bring it up…

You slowly tiptoed down the stairs, not touching a light switch, not wanting to alert whoever had broken your window. Your heart was beating out of your chest and the adrenaline made your legs feel numb, but as you turned the corner, you saw what made your heart drop. The back door, shattered with a rock inside laying on your carpet. Muddy boot prints trailed across the floor, leading into the living room and out of your view.

Your hands started to shake so much that you couldn’t hold the handrail of the stairs, covering your mouth to avoid screaming or crying, or both. You took a deep and shaky breath, slowly beginning to move down the last two stairs. You spotted your phone on the counter, beckoning to you like a lighthouse in a stormy sea.

It felt like you were floating, shaky and adrenaline filled legs carrying you across the kitchen slowly, like you were weighed down by bricks. Your head was on a swivel, checking your surroundings constantly. You felt a presence near you, but all you were focused on was getting your phone.

A loud crack of thunder boomed, making you jump, but you didn’t have time to react as two strong arms wrapped around your waist, lifting you off the ground like you weighed nothing. A shriek tore from your throat and you thrashed in the grasp of the mysterious intruder, but the thunder invaded your home through the door, covering your screams and struggles.

The stranger squeezed you hard, forcing the air from your lungs and making it hard for you to make any noise. He carried you away from your phone and to your living room, throwing you down onto the couch. You hit the couch hard, landing on top of your arm, pain exploding from your right wrist and the side of your head as you bounced off the armrest, falling to the hardwood floor. You groaned in pain and crawled forward, feeling his hard grip around your ankles. His fingers dug into your tendons as he yanked you closer and flipped you onto your back, throwing you around like a doll.

He loomed over you, a hooded figure moving in the wind from your back door. The mask he wore shined in the moonlight, black eye holes and screaming mouth making him instantly identifiable. Ghostface. The killer that you've been reading about for days in the news, seeing his mask in photos and evidence bags.

The clips around his waist cinched it, showing off his muscular figure. You could see his thighs through his black jeans that lead down to his large black combat boots. His entire figure was bulky, muscular. You could feel it in the way that he tossed you around, his presence oozing pure power and intimidation.

You stared up in horror at him before kicking back against the floor, sliding in your pajamas backwards until he grabbed your feet again. He pinned them hard to the ground, your heels slamming against the hardwood. A lightning bolt of pain went up your legs and you let out a scream again as he straddled your hips, keeping your hands under his thighs. He leaned down and his mask was inches from yours, all his weight on your chest.

You struggled to breathe, struggling before you heard a husky voice. “You’re such a pretty girl, aren’t you?” He spoke.

Your eyes widened at the gravelly deep voice that spoke, breathiness revealing that he was slightly out of breath from wrangling you.

“Mmm…” he hummed, a gloved hand reaching up to wipe a few tears from your cheeks. “You look exactly like I thought you would when you cry…”

Like he thought you would?

He must’ve sensed your confusion, quickly following up. “I’ve been watching you…welcome to Roseville.” He let out a husky chuckle, and your heart dropped. He’d been watching you since you moved here?

You began to struggle again until he reached back towards the ankle of his combat boot, pulling out a large Bowie knife that shined in the moonlight. The blade glinted as he moved it closer to your throat, pushing it against your skin. “You scream, you die. You disobey, you die. Do what you're told and you might live, princess…” he whispered and stood up slowly, getting off of you, but even though you were free now, you feared the man in front of you. The knife was pointed at you, and you knew he was stronger and faster.

You laid on the floor, staring up at him with fear, waiting for him to do anything.

“Get up. On your knees.” He commanded, rolling his shoulders back.

You quickly and shaking got to your knees, yelling when you realized how bad your wrist still hurt. Kneeling in front of the man you looked up with teary eyes, taking a deep breath through your nose.

He reached a gloved hand down and ran it over your cheek, masked head tilting to the side. “Aweee…” he clicked his tongue. “Why the long face?” He asked, ending the question with a chuckle. He stepped closer, using a boot to kick your thighs apart. “I want you to take your shorts off. Panties too.”

Looking down to the ground, you realized what was about to happen, but you couldn’t deny him. You slowly slid down your shorts, sitting down on your butt for a second to undress. You tossed your clothes to the side and quickly knelt again, thighs clenched and head down.

You felt the tip of his knife beneath your chin, pushing hard. “Look at me.” He growled, and you felt the tip of the break skin. You winced and stared into the black holes of the mask, blood slowly trickling down the center of your neck. You realized as you stared up at him and you clenched your thighs that the way he was talking made your body react. You felt the wetness between your legs already, arousal pooling in the bottom of your stomach. You felt disgusted that you were attracted to what was happening, but something about his orders made you want to behave.

Once again, his boot moved to your thigh. He pressed the tread against your inner thigh, pushing harder and spreading them open. “Keep them spread. Next time you close ‘em I’ll cut you.” He hissed, pushing the tread of his boot harder against your soft skin. You nodded quickly and felt your breathing speed up, but this time, not out of fear.

“Such a pretty pussy…looks exactly like I thought it would…” his voice was breathy and despite not being able to see his eyes, you knew they were fixed on you. The rough tread of his boot moved further and further up your thigh, smearing the mud from outside on your smooth skin. The imprint from his boots made your cheeks light up, turning deep red. Your entire body heated up as he moved closer.

Ghostface pressed the tread of his boot against your pussy, making you flinch backwards with a whine. He started to laugh at you, and you felt the humiliation but also the heat rising through your chest. He moved the hunting knife to your neck, pushing it lightly into the skin.

“Grind on my boot like the dirty slut you are.” He snarled, pushing against you with his boot harder as he moved the knife to the side, allowing you to feel a slight sting as he barely broke the skin. Blood beaded to the surface and dropped down, tickling your neck and collarbone.

The shame settled in your chest but the tread against your clit quickly overpowered it as you slowly began to move your hips forward against his boot. You could feel the cold wetness on the bottom of his boot, but you found that you didn’t care as the feeling of your clit rubbing the tread sent lightning up to your chest.

“Look at you…humping my boot like a bitch in heat. Never knew you’d be such a whore…” he chuckled, moving his knife back, other hand palming over the very obvious erection he’d attained.

A whimper left your lips at the way he spoke to you, something about it striking a nerve deep within you. You reached forward and wrapped your hands around his ankle gently, holding his foot steady as you bucked your hips against his shoe. You felt dirty, but you couldn’t bring yourself to care, pressing your dripping pussy harder against his boot, savoring how the ridges of the tread knocked against your clit perfectly.

Your lips clenched together, trying hard to hide how much you were enjoying this, but Ghostface wasn’t having it. The knife pressed against your cheek, one quick slice and you let out a wince. A good sized cut that spanned from the top of your cheekbone to the beginning of the ridge of your nose began to ooze blood down your face.

“Keep your mouth open.” He sneered. “I want to listen to you…I want to know how much you like getting off to a stranger. How much you like getting off to a murderer.”

You quickly did as he said, a moan you’d been holding in escaping your parted lips. You could hear him laughing in the background, but it did nothing to distract you from how good you felt. The adrenaline mixed with the way he spoke to you had your orgasm sneaking up on you quicker than you thought, your thighs trembling and your moans increasing in frequency and pitch.

“You gonna cum? You're gonna cum on the ground like a slut?” He mocked you, but at this point he had a hand down his jeans, stroking himself off to the sight of you bucking your hips.

Your grip on his ankle tightened as you felt the rubber band in your stomach snap. You gushed around his boot, loud, breathy moans filling the room as you leaned forward, face scrunching and eyes closing tightly. A sizable puddle laid under you and him, his boot now dripping with something other than rain.

You came so hard that your ears were ringing, chest heaving as you tried hard to catch your breath. At this point, he’d stopped touching himself but his pants were still unbuttoned, his mask angled down at you, shoulders moving up and down steadily. He pushed forward hard against your sensitive and swollen clit, making your thighs slap close around his boot.

“On all fours.” He demanded, kicking you backwards, sending pain and pleasure up through your pelvis. You yelped and put your hands down on the floor around your puddle, staring at it shamefully. He put the boot you just came against in the center of the puddle, the other against the back of your head.

“Good sluts clean up their mess.”

You resisted his foot on the back of your head, but you were quickly reminded of what that would get you as a drop of blood fell into the puddle, spreading outwards into the rest of the liquid. You let him push you down with his boot and stuck your tongue out lightly, licking the top of his boot hesitantly. A bitter mixture of iron, earthiness, and the twangy taste of yourself hit your tongue as you trailed it up the side of his boot.

“That’s a good little slut…” he purred.

Your heart dropped when a flash of light went through the room, but you knew it wasn’t lightning when you heard the shutter click.

You looked up with big eyes, seeing a small disposable camera in your face. “Don’t worry princess. These are just for personal use.”

You stared up in horror at the lens of the camera, but you were quickly put back on track but his free foot stomping on one of your fingers.

“Get back to work.”

You leaned back down into your hands, licking yourself off of the sides of his boots, face scrunched up. You didn’t exactly hate the taste, and as the shutter sounded again, you wondered how you looked in the photo.

A loud knock on your front door made both of you freeze. In a split second, Ghostface had his knife to your neck. “You scream, I slit your throat.” He hissed in my ear, holding me close to his chest.

You nodded as much as you could with his knife against your neck, hearing the man speak outside the door. He yelled your name, and then asked, “I’m your neighbor from across the street, is your power out?” He yelled through the door.

Ghostface kept his knife against your neck as he slowly backed away. “I’ll be back, Princess.” He told you, voice quiet as he slowly faded into the shadows, exiting through the shattered back door.

You knew that this warning should’ve struck fear with you, but instead, you were looking forward to it.

A/N: This was purely self indulgent, thank you for reading this filth 🖤🖤🖤🖤🖤🖤🖤🖤🖤

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We should tell him

Pairing: Jeong Yunho x Reader

Genre: Fluff, Smut

CW: Secret relationship, marking, creampie.

Word Count: 1520

Summary: Yunho is your brother Mingi’s best friend, they told each other everything, nothing was a secret between them...well...except your relationship with Yunho.

Part of StayTeez Trope’pril

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With a hand on the back of your neck, and a hand pinned to your hip, your body comes colliding with the wall. Being flush against it with Yunho in front of you, the heat radiating off his body as his tongue swipes across your bottom lip, pleading for entrance but you can’t help but giggle into the kiss.

“You know, he’ll kill you if he comes home and catches us.”

“Then you’ll have to keep quiet in case he does.” Yunho hums, slipping your shirt over your head, his hands slowly running down your torso, mapping out every curve of your body. Right now he couldn’t give two shits if your brother came home, he’d be able to deal with the consequences but right now he needed to feel every inch of you. Goosebumps erupted all over your skin, the combination of Yunho’s warm touch and the risk of your brother finding out about your secret relationship was thrilling to say the least.

Yunho’s hands run down from your waist, settling at the back of your thighs, lifting you like you weighed nothing, carrying you the few steps to the bed before dropping you onto the mattress. He tears away his own shirt and despite seeing him shirtless many times the sight never fails to take your breath away.

With a smirk plastered on his face, he makes quick work of removing the rest of your clothing, throwing the garments in all directions leaving them scattered around your room before stripping himself.

He takes a moment to marvel at your naked form sprawled out in front of him. Crawling on top of you his eyes pierce yours, lust spilling from them as he thinks over what he'd like to do to you first. But time wasn't on his side, as much as he'd love to keep you under him for as long as possible, he knew he had to make this quick.

His hands lightly trail down your torso and brush along your thigh before his fingers settle on your sensitive nub. You were already soaked and Yunho found himself grinning from the fact he’d got you this worked up even though he barely touched you.

“Yunho.” You whimper, holding onto his wrist. “Please just fuck me.”

“Are you sure you can take it baby?” His tone was teasing but his question was genuine, he didn’t want to go straight in if it meant it would cause you pain or discomfort.

“I’m a big girl, I can take it.” You smirk, wiggling your hips at him slightly. The low groan he let out was almost inaudible, his head dropping back as he tried to compose himself. 

With a sort of needy force, Yunho grabs your ankles, throwing your legs around his waist as he lowers himself down to you, his tip teasing at your entrance. Your needy squirming only made him want to tease you even more, he wanted you to beg and plead for him but the look in your eye already had him on the edge.

He sank into you slowly and carefully, easing you into the stretch that had already rendered you breathless. He kissed you through it and lightly ran his hands along your waist soothing you. A shaky moan fell from his lips as he bottomed out, staying still for a while to let you adjust.

You took full advantage of his stillness, latching your lips to his neck, kissing and sucking on the sensitive skin. You could feel his muscles tense above you, his hands gripping your waist and his eyes fluttering closed as he tilts his head a little to give you more room and a harmony of sighs and moans fill your ears the more you worked him up.

Waiting became too much for him at this point. He could feel how tight your walls were around him and it was driving him to the point of insanity. He started to slowly thrust into you but the friction of that alone had his mind spiralling, the much needed feeling of pleasure got to his head.

“Shit, I’m sorry baby at this rate I’m not gonna last to long, I’ll make it up to you though...promise.” He says shooting you a wink before the ruthless thrusts began. 

If Mingi was to get home at that moment he’d know instantly what was going on in your bedroom, the way the bed was creaking, your desperate moans that you tried to hide and the loud sound of skin slapping skin as Yunho fucked you into next week would have painted him a very detailed picture. 

Your nails were digging into any part of Yunho’s flesh you could grab onto and his hands gripped your thighs brusingly as he used them to keep his balance. Your release hit you suddenly and like a ton of bricks, your back arching off the bed and your shaky legs tightening around his waist.

His moans matched yours as your walls tightened around him, taking his pleasure to a whole new height. His pace got sloppy as his own high got closer and with a final harsh thrust and a long low moan, Yunho flopped on top of you, his hips only slightly moving as he rode out his high. 

You both had a short moment enjoying your post sex cuddles, your fingers running through his slightly damp hair and his arms wrapped around your waist as he buries his face in your chest.

“We’d better get cleaned up, I don’t think he’s home yet.” Yunho mumbles into your chest and sighing before reluctantly getting off you.

 He was right, Mingi wasn’t home yet and that gave you both a chance to get cleaned up and dressed like nothing happened. With everything around you looking normal you both took your seats on either end of the couch. When Mingi walked through the front door you and Yunho were met with his confused face.

“Yunho, what are you doing here?” 

“He turned up around 10 minutes ago looking for you, I invited him in since I knew you weren’t going to be too long.” You smile, internally high fiving yourself for thinking up an excuse that quick. Mingi nods, oblivious to why Yunho was really there and took a seat between the tow of you. 

For a while Mingi and Yunho talked like they usually do, about anything and everything, while you sat quietly scrolling on your phone listening in to their conversation here and there, but there was one part that got your attention a little too much.

“Bro, are those hickeys?” Mingi asks pointing to the dark purple blotches you’d left on Yunho not even an hour ago. Your eyes widen to the size of saucers, your heart hammering in your chest so hard you could hear it. Your pleading eyes find Yunho’s calm ones and you wonder how the hell he could stay so calm after being asked a question like that.

“Oh, yeah, I met a girl last night and one thing led to another and..” He shrugged gathering Mingi could put the pieces of the puzzle together himself and in typical bro manner Mingi gave Yunho a congratulatory high five.

“Is she hot, I need to know the details.” Yunho shot you a sneaky look over Mingi’s shoulder. He couldn’t deny his best friend the dirty details of his escapades.

“She’s very hot, a real freak too.” He smirks, his eyes not leaving you. You were sweating at this point, Yunho was playing a dangerous game and even though Mingi wasn’t that sharpest you were sure he’d be able to crack something like this. 

Yunho continued to give Mingi the dirty details, practically reliving what happened an hour ago and the many times you’d slept together before. You were now hiding behind your phone trying to hide the blush that started to creep onto your face.

“Damn, y/n you hearing this?” Mingi asks amazed over his best friend’s colourful sex life.

“Yeah, she sounds like a hoot.” You reply as nonchalantly as you could.

“Oh trust me, she is.” Yunho smirks, his eyes burning into your own.

“Well I need a drink after all that, you guys want one?” Mingi asks you both before getting up. You both take up his offer and watch as he walks off into the kitchen. You take this opportunity to slide over to Yunho.

“When do we tell him?” You ask, your voice barely a whisper not wanting to risk Mingi even catching a whiff of what you were saying.

“Don’t you worry about it baby, I got this all under control, but I’m afraid we may need to wait a little longer to tell him we’re together, especially now that I’ve just spilled every detail of our sex life to him.” He giggles sheepishly, rubbing the back of his neck.

“You’re on thin ice for that Yunho.” You lightly threaten, trying to look pissed but failing miserably since his smile melts you every time.

“Well I guess I have two things to make up for now don’t I?”

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[reigningqueenofwords]

What a Tease

Pairing: Soulless!Sam x Reader Word count: 1,387 Warnings: Oral, spanking, teasing, unprotexted sex Request: @captain-princess-rose Could I request one where soulless!Sam corners the reader and whispers in her ear things he wants to do to her? Maybe throw in some smut too please?

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Sam being soulless wasn’t a secret to you. While sure, you missed the old Sam, you wouldn’t deny that there was something erotic about him being soulless. Maybe it was that smirk he would get, or the way he held himself. Either way, you’d caught yourself staring more than once.

You were leaning against the window frame of the motel that you and the boys were staying drinking your coffee as you waited for Dean. The case was finished, and he’d left the bar with some pretty brunette the night before. Hearing a knock on the door, you moved to open it, figuring it was Dean.

However, when you opened the door, you were greeted with a smirking Sam. “Y/N.” He said simply, moving forward. You backed up, allowing him in the room. Quieter than you had expected, he shut the door.

He gently took the cup from your hand and set it on the table, his eyes never leaving yours. Swallowing, your tongue darted out slightly to wet your lips. You jumped when his hands gripped your arms, just tight enough to slightly hurt. He pinned you against the door, letting your arms go. Your heart was pounding in your chest. His hands were on each side of your head, caging you in.

Leaning forward, his nose brushed your cheek lightly, making you gasp and your eyelids flutter. His lips moved against your ear lobe before he spoke. “I’ve noticed the way you’ve been looking at me…” His voice was low. “The way your eyes slowly undress me.” A moment later his body was flush against yours, letting you feel his body heat through his clothes, and yours. “Now, I’m sure you know that I’ve wanted to feel what your skin would feel like against mine. The pink flush it would get as you squirm underneath me.” He nipped your earlobe. “All I want to do right now is rip those clothes off you and fuck you into this door. I want that cunt wrapped around my cock, taking it as your nails dig into my back. Leaving scratches that would linger.” He growled. “My hands would grip your hips so tight you’d have my marks for days .” You let out a whimper, rubbing your thighs together. “I’d have you on your knees, begging for more.” There was a clear promise in the tone of his voice.

His hands slowly moved down to grip your waist, lifting you up like you weighed nothing. Your legs wrapped around his waist, your hands tangled in his hair. His mouth was on your neck, biting and sucking. “ Sam .” You breathed, your voice almost a whimper.

He chuckled, his grip on your ass tightening for a moment before he turned and carried you to the bed. Without warning, he let you go. You were laying on the bed, a panting mess, looking up at him. Smirking, he winked at you and walked out. Your chest was heaving, your panties were soaked, and you were aching.

Falling back on the bed, you groaned when you heard the roar of the Impala. Now you didn’t even have time to deal with this shit! “Fuck!” You whined to yourself.

You were standing in the kitchen of the bunker, your elbows on the counter as you flipped through an old magazine. You were waiting for the oven to heat up so you could put the cinnamon rolls in for breakfast.

Sam walked in, licking his lips when his eyes trailed up your tan legs. You were in yoga shorts and a tank top, your hair up in a messy bun. Moving forward, he pressed his crotch against your ass, one of his hands moving to the counter next to your hip. The other was on your stomach, his thumb under the hem of your tank, his fingers right under the band of your shorts. You felt his hair brush your chin as his lips met your neck. You moved your hips back slightly, grinding against his growing erection.

His hand moved into your shorts, and into your underwear. His middle finger started working your clit, his mouth sucking a new mark onto your neck, as the others had faded. One of your hands gripped the back of his head as you whimpered and whined. You could hear footsteps and part of you panicked, but his finger felt too good. He slipped two fingers into your entrance before pulling his hand from your shorts.

Your eyes moved to look at him, your cheeks flushed. You watched as he licked his fingers clean before walking back out. Dean passed him and raised an eyebrow. He glanced at you. “You okay?”

“Uh, yeah.” You lied, giving him a nod.

“…Okay…” He pretended to believe you, having a feeling he didn’t want to know. 

Sam quietly opened your bedroom door, shutting it behind him. He could just make out your curves where you were laying on the bed. Pulling off his sweats, he moved to your bed and crawled over you. He palmed your breast as he rolled his hips against you.

Waking up, you thought you were having a wet dream again. Sam had been teasing you for weeks now. Finally, you realized that Sam was on top of you and you groaned. “Please tell me you’re here to fuck me senseless, Sam.” You breathed, dragging your nails up his back.

He looked up at you. “Not before you suck my cock.”

“ Fuck .” You breathed as he moved. “Get up here.” You told him. Sam knelt so that his cock was in your face, his hand lazily stroking it. Your tongue licked the tip before you took him in your mouth, bobbing up and down. Sam gripped your head board and angled himself to be able to pivot his hips. He groaned as he thrust into your mouth, your eyes watering. Looking down at you, he smirked. “You’re so good at this.” He panted. Clenching his jaw, he held himself in your mouth, his cum flowing down your throat.

You watched his chest heave with each breath as he pulled out of your mouth. Sam ripped your thin tank top from your chest, exposing your bare chest to him. Next, he pulled your underwear down your legs. You made no move to close your legs, enjoying his eyes lingered on your soaking pussy.

He rolled you over, giving your ass a slap. “Do you think you deserve for me to fuck you?” Sam asked, his semi-hard cock against your bare ass. You could feel it growing, his fingers slipping between your legs, and into your core.

“ Please , Sam! Fuck me.” You begged, arching your back.

“Such an eager slut, aren’t you?” He chuckled as he felt your walls throb. “You like that? You like hearing me call you a slut?” Your whimper was all the answer he needed. Sam spread your legs, his keeping them apart. Lining himself up, he thrust into you, making you cry out. His hand moved around your throat, putting very little pressure on it as his hips snapped forward.

Sam bit whatever skin he could reach. “Fuck, Sam.” You breathed out. He was fucking you harder than anyone had before. “ YES !” You cried out as he put extra force into a thrust.

He growled at you. “A slut who likes it rough?” He moved so he was holding himself up, able to get a different angle. “I think I’ll keep you.”

“Shit, Sam!” You were so close to cumming.

“Who does this pussy belong to?” He growled out.

“YOU!”

Sweat was dripping off his forehead onto your back, his hair creating a curtain on each side of his face. Your hands were gripping the sheets as your mouth hung open in a silent scream, your pussy clenching around him. “Fuck…” A few more thrusts, and he was emptying himself inside you.

Sam pulled out, pausing for a moment  before getting off the bed. His hand came down on your ass. “Oh, I’m going to have fun with you.” He smirked, moving to grab his sweats. “Remember, that pussy is mine. I find out you’ve been fucking other men, and you’ll need to be punished.”

“Yes, Sam.” You nodded, not moving. He’d fucked you so well that your body felt like jello.

[d3athtr4psworld]

Quality Time

Johnny “Soap” MacTavish x Fem Reader

CW: Smut, no plot just filth, horny post

You and Johnny are “spending time together” like you normally do when you come over to his place after work. He’s sitting in front of the tv playing one of his shooter games that gets him all riled up, while you are on the couch indulging in one of your smutty books. You’re normally pretty good at tuning Johnny out when he’s fully raging, but this time he is just a little too loud. Your book had you so worked up, you needed him now! You look up and notice he has his headset on going off on someone, his Scottish accent even more pronounced the angrier he gets. Fucking perfect timing! 

You put your book down on the couch and stand-up stretching. You walk over to him, straddle him, and wrap your arms around his neck, placing soft kisses along his jaw and neck, moaning slightly so his gaming friends can hear. He’s trying his hardest to finish off the round but struggles at your sudden need for his attention. He gives up, rips his headset off, and sets it down with the controller on the tv stand. You smile in his neck as you bite down. He grabs a handful of your hair and pulls you back crashing his lips against yours. “So needy lass” he says breaking your hungry kiss as his lips trail your jaw. “Mmhm” you respond by nodding and grinding your hips into him in a torturous motion. 

Johnny lets out a groan as he grinds back into you, his lips back on yours. He kisses you with such need, you feel like you can’t catch your breath. He deepens the kiss, sliding his hands under your ass, grabbing your cheeks hard and lifting you up as he stands from his gaming chair. You wrap your legs around his thick waist and hook your ankles together, keeping him flush against you.  Your hands are in his hair, tugging on the overgrown mohawk, groans and moans escaping his mouth into yours, as he walks to the couch behind you. He carries you effortlessly as if you weigh nothing. He stops in front of the couch and grabs the hem of your shirt, lifting it over your head. His hand reaching behind you as he undoes your bra with one hand, showing off his skill. He throws your bra to the side, letting your heavy breasts fall from the restraining material. He drops you on the couch, not taking his eyes off you, drinking your beauty in. He bends down and crashing his lips on yours kissing and biting you hard. As you return his arduous kiss, you lift the hem of his shirt, removing it from his body in one quick motion, flinging it on the floor somewhere.

You reach for his joggers, but he pulls back shaking his head. “Let me take care of you.” He murmurs lips making their down your neck licking, biting, and kissing down the center of your body. He reaches your lower abdomen but is stopped by your leggings. He brings his face back up to you and kisses you, hungry for more. He dips his hand in to the front of your leggings, his fingers dipping in to your drenched panties. His finger slides effortlessly through your slick folds teasing your entrance and clit, giving you the perfect stimulation you crave from him. You whimper in to his mouth as he adds a second finger, moving your hips with the rhythm he has set. The wet noises and moans coming from you are downright filthy, but they’re music to Johnny’s ears. “Fuck lass you’re making a mess.” He whispers in to your ear. Right as you’re about to hit your high, he slips his fingers out and brings them to his mouth, sucking them clean. “Mmmm” he moans in approval. 

He kneels in front of you and rips your leggings and panties off your body. You hear him groan as he takes in just how beautiful you look in that moment. He raises your feet planting them flat on the cushion, your legs bent and spread open for him. He wraps his arms around your hips and tugs you to him so your ass is as close to the edge as possible. You lean back keeping your eyes locked on him. He licks a stripe from the bottom of your slit to the top, circling his tongue on your overly sensitive clit. He repeats that motion, teasing you, knowing you like when he’s a little rougher with you. “Ah Johnny please.” You moan wanting him to give you more. He reaches up and grabs your thighs, pushing them towards your shoulders, exposing you even more to him. He continues his slow teasing when he suddenly takes you by surprise and bites your clit softly, making you jump. He wraps his lips around it and sucks. The pain followed by pleasure is a heady mix, pulling a moan from you that is embarrassingly loud. He starts ravishing you like he has been starved for weeks. You reach for his hair, grabbing a handful of his overgrown mohawk and push him in to you deeper, wanting that release you’re craving. He slides a finger in to you and that was your undoing. “F-fuck joh-john, ah I’m-” you moan as your impending orgasm hits you. He keeps his mouth on you through your orgasm and keeps working his fingers in you. Even after coming down from the high you hit, he continues to ravish you with his mouth. “John! Fuck! I-I can’t” you beg him, “Please!” He’s pushed you to your limits before, but not like this. You can hear him moaning in to your sopping pussy as he continues eating you up. 

Next thing you know, he’s coaxing another orgasm out of you. You lose complete control and are a quivering mess. Your legs shake uncontrollably, your moans louder than they have ever been, as if a porn star has taken over you. A gush of slick wetness leaves your body soaking Johnny. You lay back on the couch completely spent and try to catch your breath, blushing in embarrassment at what just happened. Johnny licks his lips and looks like he is the happiest man in the world. “Now thas a grand finale…” 

@deadbranch @brewed-pangolin @angi077

Since you love your filth. 🖤🫦😈🥵

[noe11egance]

"A Night to Remember" A Loki/Fem! Reader Relationship: Asgardian God/Maneater Reader

Summary: The night is young and the jazz music of the bar flows through the windows and onto the evening street. Arriving at the bar, dressed in your favorite evening dress ready for another night of escapism and debauchery. Soon after finishing the first drink of the night, you join the other patrons on the dance floor. Where you find yourself swept off your feet and into the arms of a tall, dark, and handsome stranger. Word Count: 1,352 a/n: In honor of participating in NaNoWriMo and episode 5 of Loki dropping tonight, I bring a short story that I'll definitely plan on adding more to in the future. Chapter 2 of "A God's Favorite Angel" will hopefully be finished soon. Enjoy! Inspired by - "A Night to Remember" by Beabadoobee, Laufey "Haunted" by Laufey Written by noellegance _________ ׂׂૢ་༘࿐ "A Night to Remember"

The cool evening breeze enters the bar as you open the door. You’ve come alone, in search of a temporary escape for the night. Whether that be at the bar itself, downing your favorite poisons as you forget about your responsibilities or occasionally indulging in intimacy with handsome strangers. You’ve found yourself soon becoming a regular patron, to the point where each of the several bartenders know more about you than just your name.

“Well don’t you look stunning, as always,” the bartender, Damon, greets you with an already prepared drink in hand. “How do you manage to look so beautiful everytime I see you?”

You chuckle at his attempt at flirting with you, but of course you knew he was just messing around. “You know, Damon, you would have better luck trying to earn more tips if you made better drinks.” Lifting the glass to your lips then setting it back down gently. Allowing yourself to think about the taste.

You’ve grown quite critical of the way drinks are prepared. Learning how to discern certain tastes, broadening your palette, finding what works for you and what doesn't. You also learned how to tell when a drink is well made or not.

“Ouch, point taken,” he chuckles. Taking out a rag from his apron that wraps around his waist. Wiping down the counter of any spills. “I’ve got other customers who love my drinks, just so we are clear.” 

You quickly throw back the drink down your throat and swallow, “you’re getting better.” Setting the glass down on the bar and standing up. “I am going to dance, let me know if anyone of note comes over. I’m feeling bold tonight.”

“Will do, miss,” he salutes you before grabbing the glass you left on the bar and turns his attention to the other patrons waiting for their orders to be taken.

You decide to try your luck on the dance floor, allowing for the music to flow through you. Like a wave of elation filling your body. Allowing for your legs and arms to guide you through the crowd of patrons who are under the same euphoric trance as you.

You feel a hand gently take yours, spinning you around, and pulling you closer into him. Another hand goes to your waist, a pair of emerald green eyes gazing down into yours. 

Without saying even a word, he has captured your attention. At the touch of his hand, you were at his mercy. You dare not say anything so as to not ruin the moment. Your gaze locked with his, unable to break away even if you tried.

He led the dance with grace and dominance. Guiding you along with the hand he has resting gently at your waist. This stranger made your heart race so quickly and you’ve yet to even learn his name. 

You have danced with many strangers but none quite compare to him, to the one who raises you just barely off of the ground every few steps. Lifting you as if you weighed nothing more than a feather. You felt like you were flying, gliding through the dance floor. The intensity of the music rises in anticipation, elevating the intimate atmosphere even further. 

To you, the world had stopped spinning and everything changed in that moment. Instead of being in the club, you were high above the clouds. The lights turned into the brightest of stars, the musical quartet on the stage transformed into a grand symphony, and the floor beneath you turned non existent. 

He kept you in this state of euphoria for what felt like an eternity. But just as soon as you got lost in the presence of the stranger, the quickly you come down from your lavender haze.

The music ending, applause erupting, and the sound of the bar returns you back into reality. You were dumbfounded by the whole experience. The stranger continues to hold you close with a devilish grin plastered on his handsome face.

“You were remarkable, darling,” his voice, rich like a fine red wine with a raspiness to it. His english accent sending you over the edge with blood rushing to your cheeks. Painting your skin with a soft red hue. 

“Who are you?” You cannot help but ask, you had to know the person who was able to sweep you off your feet so effortlessly. Both figuratively and literally. 

You have kept your heart guarded for such a long time that you forgot what a real connection could truly felt like. Your walls built so high, closing you off from the rest of the world in hopes of keeping your heart safe. You’ve had lovers, many lovers, but you kept them at a distance. As to not risk the pain of another loss. 

“I am Loki,” he gently grasps your hand. Raising it to his lips and plants a kiss on your knuckles. “What is your name, darling?”

You tell him your name, your heart continues to race with ardent curiosity of this man. You found yourself focusing all your attention on him. He watched as your eyes travel around his figure, he finds this little action of yours charming.

“I can’t help but notice your eyes cannot seem to find their focus. Is there something that intrigues you, my lady?” He cocks his head to the side with a knowing smirk.

He’s teasing you now. Making you increasingly more flustered. This wasn’t like you, at all, why does he have this much of an effect on you? What makes him so different?

He was a mystery, a handsome, dark, and captivating mystery. There was something about him that attracted to you without fail. But something within you, your intuition, tells, no… it screams that there is something dangerous about him.

Perhaps that was his allure. The fact that this mysterious stranger who effortlessly sent you to heaven and back with just a dance broke down the walls of your meticulously crafted identity. 

The music was about to start again, but Loki decides to lead you away from the dance floor and toward the bar. Once the both of you have some privacy away from the bustling bodies of the dance floor, he strikes up conversation once more.

“Your eyes are so expressive, you know.” He raises his hand toward the bartender, Damon, signaling that he is ready to order a drink. “They say the eyes are windows to the soul. I’m beginning to believe them to be right.” 

As soon as you see Damon working the bar, you wake up from the trance that you were under and grin. Your gaze meeting with his once again. “Let’s play a game then.” You adjust your body to face him, leaning your side against the bar.

“Oh? A game?” Loki raises his eyebrow. “Go on.”

“You’ve made me quite curious about you, Loki. So how about this, one of us makes a statement about the other. If that statement is true then you have to drink, if it isn’t then the one who asks has to drink.” You cock your head to the side, your confidence returning to you.

Being back at the bar gave you the familiar feeling of being in command. After all, you’ve been here many times before. It was your playground to mess with the other eligible bachalors who happen to catch your eye. You were determined to figure this mystery figure out.

“You’re a fun one, darling. I like that.” He chuckles and adjusts his body to face yours. Mirroring your position and exuding that same confidence. “You have me intrigued.”

“Is that a yes?” 

He leans closer to you and with a cocky smirk he replies, “Yes.”

Damon comes over to your side of the bar and delivers both of your drinks of choice. He gives you a knowing look and glances toward Loki. You wink back and he nods, leaving you two alone to go prepare some drinks for the two of you.

You raise your glass and he raises his. “Let the game begin.”

[nerdyanimefan]

Child of nomu

TW: Kidnapping, mouth to mouth feeding (but with water), broken bones, bone breaking

When Izuku slowly regained consciousness,he relised he wasn't at school anymore, his eyes fluttered open to the dim lighting of the cave. His head throbbed, and his body felt heavy, as if weighed down by invisible chains. He blinked several times, trying to focus his blurry vision, and gradually became aware of the rough stone walls surrounding him. The distant echoes of dripping water reached his ears, and a wave of disorientation washed over him. He took a deep breath, feeling the cool, damp air fill his lungs, and tried to sit up, his muscles protesting with every movement.

He brought a hand to his head, and a sudden, sharp pain shot through it. He cried out, the sound echoing off the cave walls.

He looked down at his arms, they were twisted in a weird angle, purple and covered in dry blood.

He let out a sob. How did he get here? Closing his eyes Izuku tried to remember what happened, he was walking home from UA…. and he was attacked!

By a black mass, it was so fast that he couldn't keep up, he remembers throwing a punch then blacking out.

But that was in the middle of an empty street. How did he get to this cave? Sucking in a breath he tried to move his legs, sighing when he relised they weren't broken.

So he lifting himself up with his back stregnth, it was a bit painful but not that much, he slowly pushed himself up with his legs.

"Damn it" he cursed under his breath.

When he walked out of the cave he saw he was in a forest, the trees were huge, the sky barely visible between them, but he could see a bit of the night sky.

Normaly he would have called for help but his phone and signature yellow backpack is no where to be seen, so he walked ahead.

He needed to think about this carfully he didn't want to go even deeper into the forest and get even more lost.

Suddenly a screech broke out somewhere near him, he tried to cover his ears but his broken arms didn't budge.

He looks around in a panic. Was that an animal? No, no animal can make a noise like that. Also. It's the same sound he heard before he was attacked.

He quickly ran as fast as could, one for all flowing through him helping him go faster.

But it wasn't fast enough because the creature was right behind him, Izuku looked behind him to see that familar black mass.

"CRAP" he yelled out.

He was only able to run for a few more feet before all the wind was knocked out of him, he slides down the forest floor, before he can look up something jumped on his back.

"He-hey get o-off" he spuddered out.

Izuku felt something wrap around his waist and suddenly he was in air, but he wasn't flying. Something was holding him.

He looks at the creature that picked him up, his blood went cold when he saw what it was… A Nomu… But nothing he's never seen before this wasn't like the nomu that the hero killer stain saved him from… it was bigger, black as night and seemed to be…. thinking?

Izuku can tell because the monster looked at him curiosly.

"Let Gooo-" Izuku yelled as the nomu held him upside down by his legs.

It turned around and began to walk back to the cave. Wait Why?!

He activated OFA again "i said let go" Izuku tried to kick out of the nomu's grasp, but it held tight.

The creature held Izuku back to face level with it and growled at him. "I'm not scared of you, I've seen your kind before" Izuku tried to hide the fear in his voice.

CRACK

Izuku screamed in pure agony as his legs snap, the nomu had broke them as easly as twigs in its hands, It ignore his screams as it layed Izuku back on the cave floor.

The nomu walked to the back of the cave, Izuku began to rive in agony, he has never had both of his legs broken like this, hot tears falls his face and his body is racked with sobs, the pain in his arms returning at full blast.

The nomu then returned looming over him "N-no please wait" it grabs Izuku again and walks a few feet away placing him on something surprisingly soft.

A bit of confusion clouded Izuku' head. Why did it lay him down here? If it was gonna eat him why didn't it do it already? It did just break his legs and most likely his arms.

Izuku's consciousness was slipping the pain was too much to handle, the nomu seemed to just stare at him, watching…

The last thing Izuku saw was the nomu reach out its hand and gently touch his cheek….

Izuku regained consciousness again, he slowly blinked the sleep out of his eyes, the sun was now shining through the entrance of the cave. So its day time now….

He turns his head to the side, to see variuos objects, like vases, all kinds of trinkets and toys, lots large cloths. Blankets and pillows? Izuku thought for a moment, but a small squeel got him out of his thoughts.

He turned his head the other way, it was that nomu. Did it collect all these things? How? Why? HE HAD SO MANY QUESTIONS THAT WILL NEVER GET ANSWERED!

The nomu got close to him, close enough that he felt its hot breath on his face, he closed his eyes preparing for the worst. But nothing happened, Izuku opened his eyes to see it was still there looking at him, tilting its head…

"W-what-ACK?" Izuku went into a coughing fit, he didn't relise how thirsty he was…

The nomu jumped back in surprise, but regained compuser quickly, the nomu reached out to place a finger on his cheek, "W-water" Izuku coughed out the words, he doesn't know to who he was talking too.

Izuku was coughing so much that he didn't realise the nomu leave, trying to swallow down any siliva that may still have been in his mouth he only coughed again.

Then the nomu came back slowly walking towards Izuku  "N-no stay back-" he tried to speak but his voice failed as he couhed again. The monsers large hand scooped his head and lifted it a little and lowered its own head towards him. What was it doing? Was it gonig to eat him?

But insted of teeth the nomu puts its mouth onto Izuku's and used its other hand to part his lips. What? Suddenly its large tounge entered his mouth and Izuku gasped. But it didn't hurt.

A wetness filled Izuku's mouth as water began to spill down his throat. Was it giving him water? He undeliberately drank the water that filled his mouth.

He couldn't push or kick it off so he just let it happen.

After what felt like an eternity the monster pulled away and gently put Izuku's head down on whatever he was laying on.

God that was the worst, but his thirst was quenched.

He looked back at the nomu trying to make some sense of what is happening right now. First it breaks his limbs. Now it gave him water? He closed his eyes again. "T-thank you" he croaked out as a tear rolled down his cheek.

The nomu let out a happy chirp like noise. Did it understand him?

I think i'm gonna leave it at that. Mostly cause i have no idea where to go with this <(°>°)> sorry. But if you got any ideas i'll be more then happy to hear.

[karatekels]

Lesson Learned - Part 3

Welcome to the final part of my first-ever request! This is where the magic happens 😉 (Links to Part 1 and Part 2 are here)

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You walk into the main area of the dojo, so lost in your own thoughts and feelings that it takes you a moment to realize that everyone is gone. You frown to yourself, looking around. There’s no way Terry would have left you here, right?

“Are you ready?”

This time you’re startled enough to let out a shriek, whirling around to find Terry casually leaning against the wall behind you, his arms crossed over his chest and an amused smirk on his face.

“How do you do that?!” you demand exasperatedly. Terry composes his features into the picture of innocence, walking towards you with his hands in his pockets. He stops before you and shrugs.

“I apologize, Y/N. I didn’t mean to frighten you,” he smiles condescendingly. You scowl up at him, crossing your arms, now certain he was toying with you. Who the hell did he think he was, winding you up like this for his own amusement? Well, two could play at that game, you decide, throwing caution to the wind. You drop your arms, reaching one arm behind your back to grip the elbow of the other and putting on a sheepish expression.

“Oh, of course you didn’t, Sensei Silver” you say breathlessly, looking up at him through lowered lashes. You watch as his eyes darken at the title and you bite your plump lower lip, both to keep from smiling and breaking the charade and from the sheer intensity of how much you want this man. “Now, you wanted me to show you that move again from before?”

He strides towards you, slowly but confidently, stopping just in front of you. You have to crane your neck to look up at him just as he’s bent his head down towards you. Quickly, yet gently, one of his large, warm hands comes up and traces the side of your face before gripping your chin tightly.

“I’m more interested in what I can show you, Y/N.”

Suddenly his lips are on yours in a searing kiss that causes your knees to buckle, but his arms pull you firmly against him, one around your waist and the other reaching up to pull your hair out of its ponytail with a tug before burying his hand in it. You moan into his mouth, having never been kissed quite like this before, and return the kiss just as passionately, nibbling his lower lip and demanding entrance to his mouth to trace his tongue with your own. He growls into the kiss, grabbing your ass firmly and lifting you up as if you weighed nothing. You easily wrap your legs around his waist, grateful that you don’t need to keep yourself upright anymore. This position lets you easily explore his body with your hands, running them all over his broad chest and strong arms, feeling his muscles clearly through his gi. You grab his ponytail, surprised how soft his hair is, and give it a cheeky tug. He stalks across the room with you in his arms and pins you against the wall, leaning away from you to stare warningly into your eyes.

“You’d better be careful, Y/N, or you might start something I’ll have to finish.” His grip tightens on your hips and you feel yourself getting impossibly wetter at the thought of what this man could do to you. You lock your eyes with his before grinding against him, gasping as you feel his hard cock against your pussy. He was huge, you realize, and let out a needy groan. Of course he was, you reason, everything about the man was absolutely massive.

Terry swears under his breath and lowers you to the ground, taking his hair out of its ponytail and raking a hand through his beautiful silver curls desperately. You stay against the wall, catching your breath. Had you done something wrong? Was he going to call it off? You don’t think you could bear it if he rejected you now. Instead, he holds out a hand to you.

“Will you come upstairs with me?” he asks softly, his eyes locked with yours. You take his hand without hesitation and nod, and he gives you a wicked grin, tugging you down the hallway towards the stairs. You find yourself stumbling more than once in your haste to keep up, embarrassing yourself in front of him again, but he looks back at you once you reach the bottom of the stairs, and scoops you up, tossing you over his shoulder and giving you a nice view of his butt, which you swat at playfully as he carries you up the stairs. He gives your ass a firm spank in return, causing you to yelp and then giggle.

“Naughty girl,” he chides you, walking into his office towards the far wall and setting you back on your feet in front of a large bookshelf. Grabbing a key from the top shelf – who else could reach it? – he opens a hidden door, revealing a simple room with a large, comfortable-looking bed.

“Why do you have a bed here?” you ask, suddenly a bit shy. Did he bring women here often?

“I am very dedicated to the success of this dojo, my dear” he murmurs against your neck, and your eyes flutter shut as you bite back a moan. “I’ve spent many long nights here, working alone. I don’t like to do anything half way,” his lips vibrate against your skin as he speaks, and his words are thick with implications, causing you to shiver. “I’ll have to thank my past self later for my foresight,” he jokes, tossing you onto the bed and looming over you as he takes in the sight of you, eyes shining and hair sprawled out on the blankets beneath you. “But you are the only one to see this room, other than myself, Y/N” he confides, and you immediately believe him, relaxing. 

“You are so beautiful,” he croons, lowering himself to the bed to your side and resting on an elbow to look down at you. You find yourself blushing, and you turn your head away from him to hide your face in the blankets. You feel the weight on the mattress shift, and feel him so close to you.

“Look at me, Y/N.” Terry demands, and you turn back to see him on top of you, his body propped up on his elbows on either side of you, hovering so close to your body but not touching you, his hair falling on either side of his face. He was more than handsome, he was… beautiful. You pull his face down to yours to kiss him again, and you both eagerly give yourselves over to the passion growing between you. Your hands run down his body to the tie on the front of his gi, desperate to finally see the body you’ve been fantasizing about for a month. He sits up the instant you untie it, quickly discarding it, and you run your eyes over his torso hungrily. Everything about him exuded strength and masculinity, and you ran your hands all over him, his eyes fluttering closed at your touch.

“You’re like a Greek god,” you murmur huskily, tracing his pectorals with your fingers. You tense up, realizing that you’d just said that out loud, but Terry just grins down at you before kissing you, refusing to let you get embarrassed. After kissing you breathless, he deftly flips you onto your stomach before pulling you up into a sitting position, laying against his chest.

“A god, huh?” he murmurs into your ear, chuckling softly and causing you to tremble at the sensation, feeling like an ice cube had be run all the way down your spine. “Funny, because my plans for the night involved worshipping you,” he purrs, quickly removing your sports bra and leaving you both topless. You felt like you were drunk, your head spinning and your whole body warm, and you needed more. Fortunately, Terry seemed to sense this, running his hands up your stomach and kneading your breasts. You let out a whimper.

“You’re so damn perfect, Y/N” he says, his breathing getting heavier in his excitement. “I’ve wanted you since I first laid eyes on you,” he admits, rolling your nipples between his fingers. You let out a loud moan and arch your back, pressing your breasts into his hands and for once not feeling self-conscious around him at all. “And now that I have you, I’m not letting you go,” he growls possessively, pinching a nipple and making you cry out. You’re grinding against him, desperate for him and nearly crying with how badly you need him.

“Please,” you whisper hoarsely, feeling his cock twitch against you as you do so. One of his hands traces up your body, wrapping around your neck and squeezing gently.

“Say that again,” he demands, his voice raspy. “Tell me what you want, Y/N.”

“Please!” you beg, writhing against him, “Please stop teasing, Terry, I want you so much! Please take me, Terry, I need your cock!” He swears loudly, flipping you onto your back and quickly pulling off your yoga pants and underwear, tossing them to the side. He runs his down your calves until he reaches your knees, pulling your legs apart and staring down at your naked body hungrily. He leans down for a passionate kiss, gently running a hand up your thigh and dragging a finger through your dripping pussy to your clit and causing you to buck your hips against him, shrieking into his mouth. He quickly slides off the bed, looking down at you spread open on his bed, chest heaving, and locks his eyes with yours, taking his finger into his mouth and sucking your juices off, his eyes rolling back as he moans at your taste.

You whimper at the sight, your whole body trembling with need. He pins you down with his gaze once more as he removes the rest of his clothes, finally. Your mouth falls open as you take in his cock – it’s so big, and so perfect – and you lick your lips subconsciously, your mouth dry. He gets back on the bed, on his knees above you, and reaches down, his thumb tracing your bottom lip.

“There’ll be time to see what that mouth of yours can do later, darling,” Terry smirks, settling himself between your legs, “but I can’t wait to be inside you any longer.” Your legs wrap around him, your feet pressed against his firm ass, and you roll your hips against him, feeling his cock rub against your clit as you do. You both moan together, before you decide to take matters into your own hands, reaching down and gripping his cock, lining him up at your entrance. You shudder against him – your fingers couldn’t quite touch wrapped around him – and look up into his eyes, silently begging him to thrust into you. He rests his forehead against yours, and all you can see are his gorgeous blue eyes as he surges forward, filling you in one swift motion. You gasp at the sensation and he stills, giving you time to adjust to his size. You were surprised you were able to take him so easily, but you were so wet and needed him so badly it was like you were made for each other. Terry rains kisses all over your face, not moving within you yet, murmuring words of praise and encouragement. You’re grateful for how considerate he’s being, but you feel particularly naughty with this man, and find yourself wanting to push Terry’s buttons as revenge for him teasing you for a month straight.

“Show me what you’ve got, Sensei,” you whisper seductively, wrapping your arms around his neck and pulling yourself up and pressing your breasts against his chest. He looks down at you, eyebrow raised as if challenging you, his lips quirked in amusement. “No mercy,” you demand, and he growls, and spends the night showing you just how merciless he can be.

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Hope you enjoyed, anon! Thanks again for the request!