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[stabbyfoxandrew]

Aerie!!! Hi hello!!! Happy Wednesday!! I'm glad you're feeling a bit better. 💕

Can I get some demon Neil pls 👉👈

WIP Wednesday (1/8) | Demon Neil AU (Part 13)

Some ten minutes later, Andrew has found himself a candle. A tiny black one not much bigger than a matchstick, leftover from his so-called birthday party. Kevin brought a cake and made him blow out a candle, then they got drunk and watched a movie. So it was just like any random Thursday night in college, with devil's food and rocky road ice cream.

"Will this work?" He asks, for some reason raising the candle up to his forehead for Neil to inspect it. The demon thankfully does not comment on Andrew's weirdness.

"Yes. It would be nice if it were bigger, but that should do. Take it into the bathroom." Neil instructs. And Andrew does as told. Once he's there, Neil has him shut off the lights and close the door with Hashbrown on the other side of it. "Now light the candle, hold it between yourself and the mirror, and look into the flame."

"Look into the flame." Andrew repeats as he flicks his lighter. "That's not good for my eyes, Neil."

"It doesn't take long."

Andrew lights the candle and stares into the fire for a solid thirty seconds, then Neil tells him to look past the flame. To look into the mirror. And when he does, Andrew nearly drops the candle. For, in the mirror, he finds an image of a beautiful boy with long auburn curls and thick black horns which curl backwards around each of his pointed ears. His eyes are almost neon blue in the dark and he smiles in a vaguely friendly gesture.

His mouth starts to move. "See me?"

[slothspamsstuff]

I’ve had this idea for the past month. I love fantasy and I want to try mixing between heroes and fantasy after binge reading dark knights of steel 😭😭 so I tried to draw Jason Todd in his DnD inspired costume (it isn’t that good since im very much using elements from the original design of jason from dkos and his current design by Pete Woods) but I’m trying to understand more about dnd and fantasy stuff 🥹👉👈 I’m an avid fan but I’m also from a country that’s not known for dnd so i might get things very wrong sobs

So basically, I’m thinking about the bat folks gathering around and play a game of DnD, Jason is a nerd, so he would very much enjoy the whole thing. His character is an archer (since he’s a master marksman), human race, made a pact with the devil to come back to life and successfully protected his village at the cost of being ostracized. Now he operates as a ghost vigilante whose luck is just perfect enough to be paired with Dick and Tim (lol)

Stay tuned, I’ll slowly work on the others too. You guys have any suggestion to which class and race the other batfam member should be? Feel free to drop a comment 😭 and pls forgive me if I got anything wrong or too cringey

P/s: this is another attempt to get used to the ipad, procreate is harddd and I have added the masked version cuz im a scatter-brained dumbass that forgets everythang 💀

[gagmebucky]

bucky for #9 pls 👉👈 🥺

bucky drabble inspired by this gif. sexual content below the cut (includes enemies to lovers if you squint, dirty talk, unprotected sex, overstimulation.)

“Admit it,” he says above you, a slight smile grazing the crown of your head with every steady thrust, a note of breathlessness compared to your full-on panting. 

You don’t know how he expects you to answer when your face is buried in the pillows. It’s not like you’ve been particularly coherent in the past, what, hour? Time is lost on you. There’s only him: hammering away at your insides, engraving the outline of his cock into your center. 

Every time you think he’s finished wringing orgasms out of you and plugging you full of him, he simply flips you into a new position and starts over. The amount of orgasms you’ve had is cloudy, six at the least, enough that your muscles are limp, and your thoughts are mush. 

He’s like a machine—practiced, unrelenting, metaphorically well-oiled with the mess of you inside and spilling out. A mix of sweat and cum, there’s a lewd sound accompanying the slap of your bodies. The only thing louder is your mindless groans and gasps. 

This is not how you imagined this would go. 

One of his hands slides over your nape and into your hair, threading his fingers through the tresses to rear your head back. “Admit it,” he repeats next to your ear, and you can see his smile in your peripheral vision. “Admit you were wrong, and I’ll show you mercy.” 

It’s a good deal. Unfortunately, even being fucked stupid, your pride—somehow���is still entact. “It was a j - joke!” you gasp, then groan because he grinds into the hilt and your clit rubs against the pillow stuffed under your hips. 

He clicks his tongue in disapproval. “Don’t be a sore loser.” 

The bed creaks with the force he uses, and your headboard knocks against the wall. It’s probably dented at this point. You’d fuss about it if he wasn’t fucking you so hard; all you can do is lay there and take it—sprawled on your stomach and pinned beneath his weight. 

You claw at the sheets, clenching them white-knuckled, but his hips surge forward, and your grip slips. He’s bouncing you between the bed and his dick, shallow thrusts that keep him as deep as possible and your clit rolling friction into the wet spot pooling below you. A sticky slick won’t stop dribbling out of your swollen channel, a glistening ring undoubtedly encircling him at the base. 

That dastard competition between pleasure and pain swells to the surface. It needles across your skin and burns inside your veins. These growing ripples of stimulation skewing your sensibilities, fixating on every burrow of his cock and the consequential back-and-forth drag of your abused bundle of nerves. 

It hurts, but feels so fucking good. Your eyes flutter shut as he bears a smidge of his weight so more pressure ruts against your clit, and a long moan ebbs from your throat. You don’t know how he manages to do it every time—work you in a way that has pain locking with pleasure, rousing an intoxicating desperation inside you. 

His chuckle is knowing. “Oh, there she goes.” He loosens his grip on your hair until your cheek is pressed to the pillow, and he roughly runs his hand through the messy stands. His face drops to nose at the perimeter of yours, tracing along when he asks, “You gonna act right now, or what?” 

He’s speared through your pride like his cock does through your pulsing channel. You grasp at the sheets only to have them knocked out of your hands again, and you groan. The pillowcase chafes your cheek as you nod, managing to flutter your eyes open but only half-mast. 

“Good. Now prove it.”

Your teeth rake over your lower lip, but the words tumble free, anyway: “I - I was wr—wrong!” 

It was some stupid comment about him being a three-second man, an added implication he wouldn’t be a satisfying lover. You didn’t even know he heard you until he asked if you wanted to put your money where your mouth is; come to find out, he’s got a really talented mouth, a massive dick, and stamina that defies logic. 

He hums thoughtfully, then clicks his tongue. “You’re gonna have to do better than that, honey,” he tsks, and you whine, which makes him laugh and deliver a scolding smack to your ass. “C’mon, then. Convince me if you wanna cum so bad.” 

It’s going to hurt. Fuck, it’s going to run you ragged and strike you like lightning, coil around your senses and shatter whatever coherence you’ve might’ve recouped. It’s divine, drowning in sensation like that, the addictive euphoria that fits in like a puzzle. 

“I’m sorry!” you gasp, hooking your elbows around his arms braced on both sides of you, sinking your nails into his forearms. “I was wrong. So fucking wrong. A - and I won’t—I won’t ever say it again! Never ever. Would you just… please!”

“Atta girl!” he approves. “Now why don't you keep begging while I make your pretty pussy squeeze around my cock. Again… and again if you’re good enough.”

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[the-force-awakens]

Hiya there sweets!! ♡´･ᴗ･`♡ I was wondering if you were still accepting requests (if not pls ignore this ask <3) 👉👈

❛ let’s go somewhere, just you and me. ❜ with one of the moon boys (idc which/or all) x gn!reader

Thank you! *mwuah*

gender neutral reader (no pronouns), back on my rooftop conversation bullshit, hurt/comfort, went with steven & a smidgen of marc! both reader & the sys is autistic 🤗 reader could be interpreted as going into a shutdown. 1000+ words.

You were doing better than you'd been in months. Really, you were: you woke up every morning willing to get out of bed, eager for that first cup of tea, for the spring to inevitably reach your step when you hit the play button on Spotify for your favorite songs.

And it wasn't as if today was a bad day, even. It was good, albeit rainy. But for some reason, by the time the sun was gone and replaced by the moon - half hidden behind clouds - your mood had withered too. 

It wasn't as clear cut as you were angry or even sad, it was just the sense of unease that came from a lot of change in a short amount of time. It was the disappointment that came with some of those changes and losses, in the way the last year had changed yourself.

That, more than anything, weighed a great deal on you tonight than it had in a while and you weren't sure what prompted it. 

It hadn't seeped far enough that it fractured your outward cheerfulness though. One of your neighbors that you passed on the way into your building commented on how much happier you seemed of late and you'd politely smiled and agreed — because it was true, overall. Just not today. 

It did not, however, fool your neighbor: Steven Grant of flat 502, basically a historian wrapped up as a gift shoptist, and one of your few real friends since your move to London. 

Well, one of your few real friends in general, anymore. 

The second you'd ended up on the same elevator (lift, Steven corrected you gently, then nudged your elbow with his and assured you Marc refused to call it that either), his eyebrows furrowed as he registered that something was wrong. 

Which was how, after dropping your things off at your flat, you wound up on the rooftop with Steven as he spoke rapidly, eyes lit up, "Now you might want to close your eyes for this next bit, I'll let Marc take the reins on this one, I'm not a big fan of heights — oh, the old pigeon isn't going to like this one bit.”

You can't help but notice that he doesn't sound the least bit remorseful about it either.

You end up taking Steven's advice and cling for dear life to Marc, even though his embrace is solid and firm and you know he'd never drop you in a million years. 

London becomes a blur underneath you, the wind howling against your ears, and more than once you hear Marc grunt something close to a soft laugh beneath the mask and you wonder if Khonshu is - as Steven predicted - griping about how they're using his powers for the evening. 

And despite the height and anxiety that something will go horribly wrong and you'll both fall from the sky, you can't help but feel lighter than you have all evening. Like you left everything behind when the two of you took flight. 

When Marc lands, it's a little off kilter because of your differing heights but it isn't painful either (he triple checks), and follows you silently to the edge of the new rooftop. Across the way is St Paul's Cathedral, backlit by the full moon. 

“Steven thought going somewhere, just the two of you, might…help,” Marc offers after a minute of silence. 

You glance over at him. “You're leaving?” 

His expression softens with concern, eyebrows lowering even more than they normally set, over the anxiety you weren't able to hide from your voice. “Just for now. I'll stay when you need a ride home, if you want.”

You nod once and his lips twitch briefly into a near smile, which falls when Steven fronts once more. He blinks a little, taken aback by the way your face has fallen in the last few minutes and steps forward. "What's the matter, love?”

You give a half-hearted shrug and stumble into him, pressing your face into his chest. His arms twine around you, pulling you closer and you feel the inane urge to cry over how safe you feel, how much stability these three men bring to your otherwise unbalanced life. 

And before you know it, you're blubbering out confessions you hadn't even fully processed yourself while Steven holds and soothes you, rubbing gentle circles against your back: about how lonely you sometimes feel, how afraid you are of everything changing so much and especially recently. How you're worried the only reliable things in your life will disappear soon too, leaving you alone. 

“Hey, you're not alone. You've got me and Marc and Jake too. You've got your friends, you've got -” he taps your forehead - "all the worlds you keep stored up in here.”

“But what if I lose all those things?”

"What if you don't?” Steven rejoins gently, swiping away some of the tears that have tracked down your cheeks. “Maybe you'll lose some of those eventually, but all at once? I don't think so.” 

You drop your gaze from his face - so open and earnest and friendly. “Sometimes it's hard to believe that when it gets…noisy.”

“The brain can be a right twit sometimes,” Steven agrees, pressing a featherlight kiss to your forehead that has no business making your stomach flip the way it does. “But that particular voice that keeps on telling you this is more than a little dodgy.”

You can't help but snort a laugh at that, even though you know he's right. "I think that's being too polite.”

"I could compare it to Donna, if you'd like?” Steven offers. When you pick up your head, he's smiling softly down at you like he knows his words lifted the weight that had settled behind your ribcage.

Maybe it shows on your face, in the same way he'd seen what no one else had earlier. "That's better,” you say and you don't just mean about his commentary.

When his smile widens, you think he understands it too.

[endeavors-cum-dump]

I’m Your Biggest Fan

18+ Account | Minors DNI | Do NOT Follow, Like, or Comment | Pls have your age in your bio, if you do not I will automatically block you because I’ll assume you are a minor.

All characters are written during the timeskip which puts them in their 20′s for both NSFW and SFW. SFW will only be written for pre-time skip.

Part 2 --- >

Pairing: Wakatoshi Ushijima x f!Reader

Warning: Smut with Plot | Over Stimulation | Spanking??? |Rough Sex??kinda | Degradation | Unprotected sex | Masturbation | and little fluff at the end 

This is a re-upload of my NSFW content on a different account. Please, if you aren’t 18+ do not comment, like, or read my 18+ work. 

Okay Have Fun!

(Y/n) didn’t really know how she got to where she was. She knew she liked trying new things just...she never knew she’d end up making an OnlyFans account.

But before all that let’s get into how it all happened. When she started college she thought it would be a fun idea to start a YouTube channel. Mainly it was for her high school friends who missed her, they could just watch the videos and feel like they were with her. The videos were just of her occasionally talking, cooking, studying.

They made the viewers feel like she was actually there with her. It gave them a sense of “You aren’t alone. I’m right there with you.” Type of thing. They were meant for comfort.

Even when she had time off from school she would try to pick up new hobbies and record them. Now listen, she didn’t do it because she expected people to watch them. But somehow it attracted lots of people. Once more people came in she bought a better mic so they could give asmr sounds. And apparently people really liked that.

She had been making videos for about two years now, and along the way she met some pretty interesting people. One person in particular opened the gate for her to meet others along the way, his channel's name was PuddingBoi. She had noticed him when he first commented on one of her videos,

PuddingBoi:

“ Playing your video while I edit has literally been the most calming thing all week.”

After that she wanted to check his channel, she watched a couple of his videos. She liked his soft voice, it was calming. So she decided to subscribe and followed him on Instagram. From there she got a follow back from the man himself and some of his mutuals. She became good friends with him and those mutuals.

Now this post, this post was what sparked the idea. It was her birthday, she had taken a shower and put on an oversized t-shirt that fit her body perfectly even with it’s big size. Today was the day she turned 19 so she had posted a picture in front of her mirror saying "Can't believe I'm actually 19."

After five minutes she got notifications from her friends commenting on it with replies like;

Kiyoko'sbiggestsimp:

"Only fans account? 👀"

Itsyagirlskinnypenis: (Y/n)

"Sorry only reserved for your wife 🥴"

Roosterboi69:

"Oof girl, when you gonna drop me your onlyfans account? 💦💦"

Itsyagirlskinnypenis: (Y/n)

"When you give me money bb. I know you make bank. Let me make yo pockets hurt 😝♥️✨✨"

Tanaka'sbiggestsimp:

"Girl I need them toe pics. I ain't a daddy but I can be your sugga daddy pls 👉👈💕✨✨♥️♥️"

Itsyagirlskinnypenis: (Y/n)

"If anything you're my sugga mommy ♥️♥️♥️✨✨. But dw I'll send them tonight, don't tell your husband tho 🥴🥰"

SideHoeYachi:

"You both always forget about me 😭. I want toe pics 👉👈✨✨♥️♥️"

Itsyagirlskinnypenis: (Y/n)

“Dw bb, I got you 😘♥️♥️”

BokuHoe:

"Not gonna lie....I'd pay 👀🥰😊"

Itsyagirlskinnypenis: (Y/n)

"Would you really? 🥺✨✨♥️♥️"

BokuHoe:

“Hell yeah. But first I have to ask Akaashi, but I’m sure he’ll want to see them too.”

Now it was all a joke at first. Until she thought about it. If she sent her nudes or sexy pictures to people for free when she was horny, why shouldn’t she get paid for it? But then she took a step back and really really thought about it. Would she fully commit? Could she fully commit?

(Y/n) thought she’d give it a try. See how she liked it, and if it wasn’t for her then she’d stop. But she did have a thing for people watching her.

So she tried it out. She made an account, jokingly told her friends to be her sugga daddies. She even told her 18+ subscribers if they wanted 18+ content that they could just pay for her OnlyFans. She had a list of things she'd be willing to try, and things that made her uncomfortable. She’d hope that people would respect that. And if they didn’t then they didn’t need to pay for her content. She had left it at that and went to sleep.

The next day (Y/n) woke up to see she had two requests.

NewJesus:

“A picture or video of you nun outfit would be nice.”

(Y/n)’s eyes widened when she saw Asahi’s picture. She knew he became less shy after high school after talking to Tanaka about it. But this..this was something else. She didn’t even feel like those were his words.

And the next one.

KittyCatBoi:

“...Maybe you in some thigh highs and a big hoodie. Maybe even...even touching yourself.”

These were literally the quietest boys she ever met. Yet they seemed to know what they liked and were not afraid to ask her….Maybe, maybe she shouldn’t have told her friends, even in a joking way to join. But then again, who was she to judge, they might have joined even if she didn’t tell them anything.

So, that same day she got ready and went to the clothing store to buy the items of clothing she didn’t have. Actually, she kind of ended up buying a bunch of lingerie, she owned normal bras and panties, but rarely had lingerie. After she left an adult story (where they had a nun outfit) she made her way back to her apartment, made sure she shaved, made her hair look presentable in any way she could, and put on makeup.

She got her camera set up in a good position, and took some pictures first in several different positions and different spots in her apartment and then took some short videos.

Then after reviewing which were the best she sent them off.

‘This one’s for you @ NewJesus.’

There she was, sitting on her kitchen chair, thighs spread apart. The nun outfit pulled up showing red panties that were pulled aside to showcase the dildo inside her. Her lips parted, chin was slightly tilted up as she gave a suggestive look into the camera.

And the next one saying, ‘And I can’t forget about @ KittyCatBoi’

This time she was on her bed, the side of her face pressed against the mattress, her ass facing up. The white thigh highs wrapping perfectly around her skin. Her oversized black hoodie resting against her waist showing the white thong she wore as she covered her core with a vibrator she owned.

Her friend all thought it was a joke. But she wasn’t kidding, she was really doing it. The look on their faces when they opened the app was priceless to say the least.

Kuroo was in a lunch meeting, he had never put his phone down so fast.

Bokuto was on break at practice. Hinata happened to be passing by as the pictures loaded. He choked on his water.

Kenma and Asahi? They were now deceased.

Now you may be wondering, “Why am I reading 1202 words that isn't even about Wakatoshi?” Well look no further because this is where the backstory stops.

(Y/n) now being a twenty one year old had gotten more comfortable and confident in putting out more videos of her doing sexual acts. After all, it had been two years while still making other content. Now here she was breathing heavily,  while resting her back against her bed trying to talk over the multiple orgasms she's had for over the past thirty minutes. After having her last orgasm she decided to clean herself up. (Y/n) got into a nice robe with some panties, while she left the thigh highs on (that people ended up loving due to Kenmas request) and sat in front of the camera to answer the last question on the list.

"If there was anyone you could have sex with, who would it be and why?"

(Y/n) thought for a moment, “Wait one second. I’ll be right back.” she said before quickly getting up. Rustling could be heard and a short, “Shit.”

But she came back and sat on the bed with her back facing the camera. She dropped the robe and showed a white jersey that ended at her hips with the number eleven with the name Ushijima. (Y/n) finally turned back and smiled into the camera. “It would have to be Wakatoshi Ushijima. No doubt, I have the fattest crush on him.”

"And for the why part. Well I guess it had to be when I started college." She reached behind her and grabbed a pillow, she started to fiddle with one of the strands.

"I was at a party and they had the tv on. There were a lot of volleyball players from my college team so they wanted to watch it. I wasn't really paying attention until everyone started yelling and stuff. And when I paid attention I thought the game was really interesting. Especially with the way Ushijima would spike the ball. Ushijima just seems like a really cool guy I'd be down to get dirty with."

She could feel her face heating up at the thought, "That's my censored answer. My uncensored answer is, He's hot as fuck. Like have you seen his muscles? I would want him to crush me, honestly. Like seriously I'd let him fuck me so hard. I feel like he could, he seems like the kind of guy who could. He could dick me down any day. And the way he spikes the ball that hard, you just know he spank you that hard. Man, now I even want a little cheerleader outfit to go with this. Imagine how cute that would be.” She then looked at the time, it was getting late.

“Okay, so this is the only long video, or video request. I’ll still be posting pictures, but videos take up a bit more effort and I’m studying for my finals. I need to graduate. I will be doing live streams though for studying if you want to join those when I go on. But yeah, I’ll be back with the videos after.”

At this point it took a lot to surprise her friends. Them being the pervs they were still paid for her nsfw content, they obviously didn’t let it ruin their friendship. But the fact that she said that her crush of three years was none other than Ushijima, and that she wanted to fuck him really took them over the edge.

But one smart man decided that this would be a good opportunity.

A month has passed since then and there was still talk about how (Y/n) had publicly said on her OnlyFans that she wanted to fuck Ushijima, only it had died down. The information had gotten to him the week it was made public. He was going to ignore it but really couldn’t, not when he saw the people she followed. It was almost all the people he had played against in the past.

It made him feel a bit good knowing that (Y/n)  thought that way about him instead of them. He would occasionally stalk her Instagram page once in a while but would feel like it was wrong. So he stopped. That was until more time passed.

Today Ushijima hasn’t checked his phone since he woke up. So after he sat down on his bed once he finished changing he saw a notification that was sent at three in the morning. It was from itsyagirlskinnypenis, Wakatoshi had remembered it was (Y/n)’s from how weird it was. So he opened it, his eyes went wide.

There it was, a picture she had posted and tagged him in. It was her laying down on her bed, her phone pointing at the ceiling that now had mirrors and her in a Alder cheerleading uniform, with his number on it. Her thighs were pressing together as she lightly lifted the skirt, but not showing anything. The caption?

“I finally put mirrors on my ceiling. But now I’m just waiting for Ushijima to come so I can look up at it and watch his back muscles clench while he f-. Getting off topic. Look at this cute cheerleading outfit @Azumanedesigns did for me! Isn’t it so cute? I was gonna post it on OnlyFans but I remembered that Ushijima wouldn’t have been able to see it. Thank you again Azumane! I love it!”

Holy shit his face had never been more red, not only that but his whole body was burning up. Normally he would have found anyone openly flirting with him a bit weird, but let’s be real. Ushijima wanted to dick her down so bad. From the moment he opened her page. He even contemplated paying for her OnlyFans but he couldn’t bring himself to do it.

And now his shorts were at his ankles. Phone in his right and while his left one giving soft strokes to his clearly hard cock. He wanted to look away from the picture but couldn’t. His thumb rubbing his precum around his cock. And then he remembered the caption. She wanted to watch him fuck her from those mirrors. He didn’t care if it was a joke. The thought of it got him hot and bothered and he wanted nothing more than to do it to her.

He kept looking at the picture, imagining his closed fist around his cock was her tight pussy. Gods he wanted to demolish her. Her legs wrapped around his waist, her scratching his back as he pounded into her. And the ways she’d clench around his lengths. The thought was enough to get him to cum. Now he couldn’t even imagine the real thing.

Yeah he had had sex before, maybe got some nudes from some girls in college, that was only for sex though, which wasn’t a bad thing. They never lusted after him in public. Not only was she just lusting, she genuinely seemed to have a crush on him. He knew because he also at one point stalked her Youtube channel and found videos about where she talked about him. And for those months of where he’d avoid looking at her page he’d try to get her out of his mind. All those videos he had watched on his breaks made him fall for her, but he’d never admit it to himself. Not till now.

Ushijima cleaned himself up and then went back to his phone. He liked the picture, followed her, and then slid right into her dms.

____

While drinking a bottle of water (Y/n) put her head into her hand trying to hold back the pain. “Fuck, how drunk did I get? I need a break from alcohol.”

That was when she got a notification, she groaned and looked at her phone. It buzzed three times, one was “ushijimawakatoshi liked your photo” , “ushijimawakatoshi followed you” and “ ushijimawakatoshi sent: “How about I take you up on that offer. Only, you’d have to be wearing that while I do.”

(Y/n) froze, “The fuck.” She was excited, but she didn’t even know what he was talking about. She unlocked her phone and opened up the photo he liked. She dropped her phone on her table.

“Oh god. Oh god, oh god , oh god.” She put her face in her hands trying to conceal herself from her own embarrassment. But she was kind of proud she typed that well while drunk. “Who let me drink!” She groaned to herself ‘You did stupid.’ Even her own conscience was embarrassed.

But, Ushijima did say he would fuck her. She would be a bit disappointed if that was all he wanted but, she wasn’t going to pass on this opportunity. That was when she got another notification, it was him again. This time he posted on his story, “Never knew I’d like a cheerleading uniform more than my own uniform.” with her picture attached to it.

“Oh my, gods have mercy on my soul.” She then went directly to his dm’s, “Just name a time and date and I’ll be ready.”

She never thought he’d message her so fast, “How about tomorrow after I take you out for dinner.”

She wanted to die from excitement, “Sure sounds great.”

__________

And that tomorrow came. They sat in a restaurant together getting to know each other better. Since they both had admired each other from afar. After they finished their meal (Y/n) spoke out, “I’m sorry if it was weird finding out I was like essentially your biggest fan, because of that one video.” She said what she said but telling him about it made her feel embarrassing.

“Actually, I thought it was pretty cute.” She looked at him in disbelief. “Plus, it kind of made me a fan of yours too.”

‘Shit he really is blunt. Why is that so hot?’ She thought before speaking. She bit her lip lightly before looking up to him. “How about we go do that offer now.”

“Yeah that would be great.”

_____

“Oh god Toshi!” (Y/n) screamed out while she felt Ushijima pounding into her non stop. But how about we go back to the start.

Once both adults got to her apartment things got heated. Her dress was now on the floor, he lost his and so on until they made it into her room. Wakatoshi had lifted her into his arms, his now hard cock rubbed against her core with each movement. And just as he was going to lay her on the bed she stopped him. “We’re forgetting something.” She kisses his lips before sitting him down on the edge of the bed.

While she was gone for the moment he looked around her room to notice her camera was set up. She must have made a video recently. Then his thoughts went to them. He knew she didn’t have sex with others and record it. But a part of him wished he could say he could. He wanted to have her record him ruining her, leaving her marks, making her feel good, but only by him.

That was when she came back. The short skirt and the top that cropped at her waist. God he loved it so much. He was feeling bold today. “How about you record us?”

Her eyes widened, “But-but won’t you get in trouble or something?”

“Well not in trouble. But it would just be a lot of public attention.” He paused to think, “Do you have a mask or something?”

“A mask?”

“Yeah, or can you make one?”

“Mm, yeah. I have an old beanie.’

“Good.”

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She had finished cutting up an old beanie of hers with three holes.Two for the eyes and one for the mouth, it would cover up his hair and face, but not really his voice.

Now she sat on her bed facing the camera trying to tease the man behind it. She kept a close eye on Wakatoshi. She watched him watch him glide her hands on her body. Her hand drifting to her nipple under her top and lightly pulling. And then her hand made its way down her stomach to her thighs, she was about to touch her core when a booming voice. “Stop.”

Not only was she confused but the people on the live stream were as well. Usually she never had other people so it was a surprise to them.

Wakatoshi made his way over to her. He sat down on the bed and pulled her onto his lap. He began to start rubbing his clothed cock over over her thong. She let out a light whine, she moved her head to the side to let him kiss it. He moved his hips up against her slowly grinding against her as he gave kisses up and down her next till he found one spot.

Her moan turned into a small little laugh. She could feel the smile on his lips before he spoke, “What’s so funny?” He moved to another spot and sucked.

She sucked in her breath, “I-it’s just you look like you just robbed my apartment and now you’re just using me.”

He stopped, “Is that so? I bet you’d like that wouldn’t you.” He whispered but it was still enough for the people on the stream to hear.

She felt a shiver go down her spine. She cleared her throat. “Maybe.” She said lightly.

Wakatoshi pulled his face away to watch over her shoulder. He dropped his hands down to open her legs wider, one hand pulled up her skirt while the other started to rub her covered core. He could already feel the fabric of the thong being wet. He could feel himself getting more hard.

Wakatoshi pulled her panties to the side before rubbing her clit. His fingers went lower and he could feel all the juices quickly covering his fingers. He moved his fingers in circular motions to help spread the wetness. Then he slowly entered a finger in her. She didn’t moan loud, she just made a single gasping noise, a noise he was now becoming obsessed with. He then felt her hand fall on his, he didn't know why, maybe to help guide him or just for support. And her other hand, it was in front of her lips trying to hold in any sound she made.

He continued his motions for a while, but he stopped when he felt her clenching around his fingers. He pulled them out and placed them in her mouth, “Suck.” And she did, she sucked on his fingers while grinding into him. Once she sucked them clean he sat her up quickly while removing his boxers and then sat right back down with her on his lap. He could now feel her wet pussy drenching his cock. “You like it when people watch you fuck don’t you? Or do I just make you that wet?” (Y/n) closed her eyes and rested her head against his chest as she felt the head of is cock start making its way in. “B-both.”

Wakatoshi slowly started to push in, “If you had to pick between me and them who would you pick? Who could make you cum more?” By the time he finished his question her pussy took all of him, it made him groan a bit, it was tighter than he expected.

“You, only you could.” She kept her head turned away, a small tear ran down from how full she felt.

“That’s right.” Wakatoshi started to thrust against her, he felt her bouncing on him to match this pace of his thrusts. “God look at you. You’re such a needy little slut. You like my cock don’t you?”

(Y/n) nodded, words wouldn’t come out from her mouth, this caused Wakatoshi to thrust into her harder. She let out a moan while Wakatoshi tilted her face to look back at him more, “I asked you a question. I expect a response.”

“Yes! I love your cock so much Wa-” Her voice was cut off by two of his fingers being placed in her mouth. She started to suck, even if her head was a bit hazy she knew she just needed to suck, she almost said his name.

Hearing her almost say his name drove him insane. And the feeling of her sucking on his fingers drove him to the edge. His thrusts became erratic, he could feel her walls tighten around him, he could already feel himself wanting to cum. He felt a bit bad for getting so caught up in everything since he had forgotten to put on a condom, but another part of him didn’t care.

The room was now filled with her muffled moans and whimpering along with the sound of his slapping against hers. It was all so overwhelming for both of them. But one final thrust he gave her was enough to have her walls clenching so tight around him as she came. The tightness was enough to milk him and have him pour out everything in her.

Both of their motions stopped. The once noisy room was now silent but their heavy breathing. And on the other side of the camera were thousands of people who were shocked. There were so many things going through their head. She started a live of her getting fucked, getting fucked in an outfit that could only be connected to Wakatoshi, and the fact that the man behind the mask was most likely the famous volleyball player Wakatoshi Ushijima.

Not only that, but the fact that they kept going.

Wakatoshi positioned her in front of the camera, on her hands and knees with him behind her. Not even finished coming down from her high he already pushed himself in her again. She let out a light scream feeling him drilling into her again. He knew (Y/n) was still sensitive and took advantage of that. Wakatoshi raised his hand and slapped her ass lightly. Not getting a response from her he did it again, this time a bit harder. But it wasn't enough, the only responses he got were her body jolting from the pain.

He had remembered the words that people had repeated that came from her mouth ‘And the way he spikes the ball that hard, you just know he spank you that hard.’ He gave her one last hit, “Oh god Toshi!” She screamed out. He should have covered her mouth but at this point he didn’t care. He just kept going. The way she looked on her knees, her back dipping and her ass red. He could already feel himself getting closer.

“T-toshi?” He didn’t know if it was a question or her just calling out his name. “I-i wanna see your face.” His movements slowed down. He wasn’t going to refuse her. He pulled out and helped her lay on her back. He went in between her legs. He was about to push in again but was stopped.

“Wait, turn off the stream. I want this part to be just for me.” She said before pulling him down to kiss her. He could feel himself melting in the kiss. After they pulled away he got up and turned off the stream and moved the camera away. Wakatoshi turned back to see her still laying on the bed looking up at the ceiling. He let out a chuckle which made her look up. She watched as he slowly moved above her and between her legs again.

“What’s so funny?”

“Not funny. It’s just watching you lay on the bed like that was cute.”

(Y/n) reached up and pulled off his mask. She looked at his face and pulled him down to kiss her. After they pulled apart Toshi looked down to help guide his cock to her entrance. (Y/n)’s eyes slowly drifted to the mirror on her ceiling. It was just as she imagined it. His back muscles showing, him thrusting into her, yet it wasn’t just fucking anymore. After the camera turned off it had turned into making love. It was no longer rough, it was slow paced mixed with a normal pace. Just them both enjoying the moment. Wakatoshi had even removed the outfit she was wearing. He wanted to enjoy every single curve in her body, every dent. He wanted to take everything in.

They both did. They wanted to enjoy this moment before the big storm that was going to come from the video.

But they could just deal with that another day. Right now was just them. Just that moment and no other.

[ambivalentmarvel]

chapter 3

cycle through - ch. 1 - ambivalentangst

Twenty-five years ago, Tony Stark disappeared from his family home a month after the tragic deaths of his parents, Howard and Maria Stark, leaving a billion-dollar tech conglomerate without an heir and the world wondering what happened.

Twenty-three years ago, HYDRA gained another super soldier.

Ten years ago, Peter Parker’s parents died in what is ruled as a home invasion gone wrong but he knows was murder, plain and simple, because he spoke to the killer.

And in the present, Project Insight fails, and the Iron Soldier pays the price.

[leejungchans]

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