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berryhobii · 1 year ago

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Baby Girl(ksj x reader)

Pairing: SugarDaddy!Seokjin x SugarBaby!black!female!Reader

Word Count: 2K+

Warnings: Smut(18+ but I don’t control what you consume), unprotected sex(please speak with your partners before doing this), doggystyle, sex on a desk, missionary, anal sex, exhibitionism ig(they do it in his office), mentions of exhibitionism, public sex, sex toys(a dildo mold replica), dirty talk, begging, praise kink, slight rough Seokjin, double penetration, squirting, multiple orgasms(f receiving), a little aftercare, reader is dark skinned, reader dresses in Y2K and AaliyahCore fashion

A/N: Hi! I know I said a Seokjin x roommate story would be next but then this idea just popped in my head and I wrote it all in an hour. 🤪 I love a businessman Seokjin with a mean dom streak and a thing for praising. The rest of the ideas just flowed around that and since I do definitely get vibes from Seokjin that he can be egotistical, that sex toy thing actually fit very well. I’m still working on some other things but please enjoy this and my other works until then! Thanks for reading! Criticism is greatly appreciated. Stay safe💜

His large hand pressed your head into the wood of his desk, office supplies thrown haphazardly on the ground from when your hands scrambled against it. Now they were held behind your back with his other hand, your bracelets digging into your skin but you couldn’t focus on the sting when his cock was pounding deliciously into your dripping cunt.

Your denim mini skirt was pushed up to give him access, your panties tucked in the pocket of his suit pants, the multiple belts you wore clinking and shifting everytime he pushed into your ass. They were actually digging into your belly a little but the pain slut in you loved it.

“Why do you always disturb me at work? Can this slutty pussy really not go a day without a cock inside?” His voice was low but as steady as always, not losing an ounce of composure even though he really wanted to let loose. That was saved for private moments, however. He preferred to only let out his own moans in the privacy of his home but those low grunts and growls he let out were good enough for you. With the way your squishy walls were hugging him, he was surprising himself from how well he was holding in his sounds.

“Yes, Jinnie! I always need your cock!” You moaned against his desk. He removed his hand from your head to squeeze at your ass, pushing the fat so he could get a good view of how your pussy stretched around his girth.

He tightened the grip on your wrists, yanking you back on his cock like you were a rag doll, your body pliant and willing to take anything he gave you.

“I know you do. I should just let you bounce on it all day in meetings. You’d like that, wouldn’t you?” He felt your walls clench at the idea, his eyes rolling a bit. You were such a slut, his slut. And he knew you’d do anything he asked, completely submissive and wanting nothing more than to please him. He was sure the higher power had crafted you especially for him.

His pretty little thing. And he spoiled you rotten—kept you in luxury brands, expensive trips out of the country, kept your nails, toes, and hair done. You were his pretty doll.

And you were even more beautiful when you were begging and desperate for his cock, mouth hanging open and drool wiping away your lip gloss, and throwing your ass back for more.

“You’d like that wouldn’t you?” He growled, repositioning himself so that his cock could reach even deeper. You screamed once you felt the head of his cock press right into your cervix. Your body jumped, back arching to try and run away from the feeling but his grip on you kept you down. The slight pain only made you want more. “You’d like bouncing this pretty ass on my cock while everyone watched?” He grinded against you, his veins and the head of his cock pressing into your most sensitive spots.

“Oh my godddddddd…..”You drawled out, eyes falling shut and acrylic nails digging into your palms. It felt like he was all the way in your stomach, rearranging your guts until you shaped around his cock.

Seokjin yanked you back of his cock harder, eyes going down to the light pink sparkly butt plug in your ass. He used one hand to press on the plug, stimulating the tight walls of your ass. You let out a gasp, knees almost bucking and having to stand on your toes just to prevent yourself from falling.

“Oh shit please. Can I cum? Please please can I cum?” You begged, voice sounding choked up since you were already close to tears.

Normally, Seokjin would give you whatever you wanted. He loved seeing you fall apart but now, he was in the mood to tease.

“Don’t even think about it.” The bratty side of you wanted to retort. How the hell could you not think about it?! But before you could, he grabbed the base of your butt plug, pulling it out slowly. He had stopped thrusting, just buried in your walls for some much unneeded cockwarming.

You cursed against the desk, trying to relax yourself but it was hard with so many things to focus on—his cock, the plug, your delayed orgasm. It was all too much and not enough at the same time. But you weren’t anything if not a receiver so you’d take it gratefully.

He heard you intake a sharp inhale when he got the largest part past your tiny ring of muscles. Smirking, he plunged it back inside, essentially fucking you with it.

“Shit, that feels sooooo good in my ass.”

“Yeah? This perfect ass is always stretched out for me, isn’t it?” He released your wrists to lay a slap on your flesh but you knew better than to move them from their position.

“Yes, sir.” You cried when he thrusted it a little harder, tears beginning to build at your waterline.

Seokjin finally finally pulled the plug from your ass, setting it aside for later. Pulling out of your cunt, groaning from the way your walls hugged him as if you didn’t want to let go, he instructed you to stand. “Get up and turn around.”

You obliged, although slowly since it felt like you weren’t even in your body. As always, he made sure to keep his hands out just in case you fell. It made you feel good. Even in the throes of a dom/sub scene, he was still so protective and always looking out for you.

Once you were facing him, you took a moment to really take him in—hair still perfectly smoothed back, his suit was a little wrinkly but that was expected since you pounced him before he barely sat in his chair. His eyes were slightly glazed over, pupils dilated and plump lips shiny from licking over them.

Yummy.

You didn’t have a lot of time to admire him before he was hauling you up on his desk, your arms flying to his shoulders to keep yourself balanced. Once you were on the desk, he moved your legs so that you were spread out before him. With your feet on the edge of the desk, that gave him the full view of your winking pussy. His eyes traveled up your body, frowning when he saw how your white crop top still covered your chest, the words “IM A SLUT’ in big pink letters going across the front, complete with your fluffy white boots on your feet. You were also covered in some kind of body shimmer, the natural glow of your dark skin enunciated by the glitter all over your arms, legs, and neck.

He quite liked your style. You told him it was inspired by Y2K with your own mixture of cute accessories and designs. Your hair tied the whole look together—two pigtails with hair that reached your lower back, fluffy scrunchies holding them in place.

You looked adorable. Just like his pretty little girl. And when your eyes were begging for him to touch you, your pussy juices dripping down your ass, and your chest heaving, you looked like his pretty slut, ready to be absolutely destroyed.

Not wanting to wait any longer, he reached down to unlock the bottom drawer on his desk. He input the code and opened it, taking two things out, one being lube.

You watched with hungry eyes as he slathered up his cock that was still shiny with your juices. You already knew what was coming, your pussy clenching in excitement and anticipation.

You adjusted yourself a little so that he could have full access. He noticed and smirked, stroking his cock much to your viewing pleasure.

He came closer, gripping your thighs and pulling you closer. You reclined back a little on your hands, staring up at him with your cat like eyes. “Want me to fuck your ass, baby doll?”

“Yes sir.” Your hand traveled down your body to began rubbing slow, antagonizing circles into your clit. It was more to just rile him up than to actually make yourself cum. “Please fuck me. I need it so badly.”

Biting his lip, he lined his cock up with your hole, sinking in with one motion. The overwhelming and absolute lung punishing intrusion forced a scream from your throat. Not even your butt plug could fully prepare you from the monster of a cock Seokjin had.

Your manicured nails scratched along his desk, mouth dropped open and feet slipping off the wood. Thankfully, he was there to keep them in place, hands digging into your legs as he willed himself not to cum. Nothing could beat your pussy but damn, your ass was just as good. It clenched sporadically around him, the muscles trying to both suck him in and push him out.

He waited until you were adjusted, your head lifting back up and tears actually running down your face.

Reaching for the second item, he handed it to you; a purple dildo that just so happened to be a replica mold of Seokjin’s cock. Actually, all of your dildos were just molds of him. Other kinds couldn’t satisfy you after you found Seokjin so you insisted on only having him. Seokjin, being the ever attentive man, ordered you about 4 mold kits and helped you complete each one. The dildos were a great substitution too, especially when you’d send him naughty videos of you riding one when he’d go on business trips. It honestly fueled Seokjin’s ego—the fact that you couldn’t get enough of his cock and the way you jumped at the packages when they got delivered. It gave him a little boost knowing you were that obsessed with him and his cock. And it was very hot seeing you fuck yourself with them. He could imagine it being him stretching your tight walls and bringing you to the edge.

“Here. Fuck yourself with this. I want you to cum on two cocks.”

You couldn’t help but smile, taking the dildo from him. It felt so familiar in your hands. “You’re really gonna be the death of me, Jinnie.”

He sniffed a smile and shrugged. “Then I better only fuck you within an inch of your life.”

You ran the dildo up and down your folds, sighing when it nudged against your clit. After lubricating it enough with your juices, you locked eyes with Seokjin, making sure he saw your expression as you slid the toy inside.

Mouth dropping open, you slowly pushed it inside, walls clenching around it. Once it was all the way in, Seokjin wasted no time in starting his thrusts.

His strokes were long and deep, wanting you to feel every ridge and vein of his cock. He kept his eyes on your face, your own eyes fluttering shut as you matched his strokes with the dildo. It felt so fucking good. That band in your stomach was tight enough to choke someone with and you could feel that extra pressure from having both holes filled. You almost wished you had another one in your mouth but beggars can’t be choosers.

Already feeling close, Seokjin began thrusting deep and fast, hitting all of your spots. You worked the dildo faster, the wet sounds drowning out the creak of his desk and your high whines.

“Oh my fuck!” You cried out when you slightly positioned the dildo to start hitting your gspot. You couldn’t take your eyes off how it moved in and out of you. Something about fucking yourself while Seokjin fucked your ass just sent your pleasure from the bottom floor to the penthouse. “Can I cum, baby?! Please can I cum?”

This would be a perfect opportunity to deny you and then give you a good punishment later but you’ve been such a good girl that he didn’t have the heart anymore.

He worked his hips faster, leaning forward to suck your earlobe into his mouth before whispering, “Go ahead. Cum all over two cocks.”

You pushed the dildo in and out at a brutal pace, climbing higher and higher until your orgasm slammed into you. With that orgasm, you pulled the dildo out, a stream of liquid following it. Seokjin leaned back, eyes locking with the sight as you slapped the dildo against your clit. Your body shook, eyes rolling back and legs jerking in Seokjin’s hold.

“Good girl. Such a good girl.” He praised, feeling his own cock throb with the need to cum.

That praise pushed you further. Slipping the dildo back inside, you worked yourself up to yet another orgasm right after the first one, pulling the dildo out to slap against your clit. Everything was so wet and heady, the scent of sex permeating the large office. His cleaning team would not be happy but they’d get over it.

“Gonna fill this ass up, princess. You want it?”

You could barely hear him but you still nodded, ears ringing from the assault of orgasms coursing through your body. You just couldn’t stop.

Seokjin gave you a few more deep strokes before he buried himself to the hilt, letting out a moan against your ear as he shivered through his orgasm.

Once both of you came down, he pulled out of you, grabbing your butt plug again. Through your haze, you could feel him tease the tip of it at your hole. As if on auto pilot, you dropped the dildo, leaning all the way on your back and reaching your hands down to pull your ass cheeks apart.

You were just……his perfect slut. He should get you more of those shirts you were wearing.

After pushing the plug back inside and trapping his cum inside of you, he moved for that private drawer again. This time, he pulled out some wipes to clean you up with it.

After that, he helped you off the desk, holding you steady before you could stumble. You let out a yawn, nuzzling into his chest and inhaling his cologne. It was your favorite scent on him. Your arms wrapped around his waist, hugging him closer to you. He sighed softly, rubbing a hand up and down your back.

“Are you hungry? We can grab a bite on our way home.”

You tilted your head from his chest, blinking up at him. “Home? Don’t you have a meeting?”

He smiled, a smile that sent a warm feeling all the way down to your toes.

“Well, thanks to a certain someone squirting like a dirty slut, my pants are soaking wet.”

Your smile was wide, not feeling the least bit scolded or showing a hint of regret. “That’s crazy. Well, looks like you should go home and fuck that dirty slut until she apologizes.”

“How about until she begs me to stop?”

“Whichever comes first. Can we get crepes, please?”

“Whatever you want, baby girl.”

#bts #bts smut #bts fic #seokjin smut #bts imagines #namjoon smut #hoseok smut #jimin smut #jungkook smut #taehyung smut #yoongi smut #bts x black reader

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callsignfangs · 1 year ago

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Graves x GN!werewolf! Reader

Cws: Muzzling, very suggestive themes but no actual action, swearing, very minor degradation. (Please lmk if I’ve missed anything <;3)

Fic starts under the cut <3

It really, really wasn’t your fault.

Was it the recruit’s fault for provoking you? Absolutely. Was it the higher-up’s fault for letting the most bird-brained, impulsive little shits join as shadows? Probably a little bit.

But it absolutely was not your fault, you insisted. They’d provoked you - whispered nasty little degradations into your ears and promptly stuttered away like filthy little rats, like prey. He really couldn’t blame you for your rightful retaliation, could he?

Nope - you quickly learned - Graves absolutely could. And did.

“C’mon, pet. It’s really not that bad.” Rough hands squeezed and pinched teasingly at your cheeks, Graves’ drafty office making the metal cool and icy, “It’s modern fashion. You could strut a catwalk like that, sweet thing.”

His compliments did little to impress you, and even less to stop you from glaring daggers into his head.

Those stupid little condescending chuckles kissed at your ears again, “You’re a damn brat, you know that?” His finger slipped around the thick cage of the muzzle, barely out of mauling distance yet enough to let him yank your head towards him, dislodging it from its mildly more comfortable spot wedged under his thigh, “Ya’ can’t going around yapping at my boys, ‘aight? Well, I’ll forgive the noise, but keep your teeth to yourself. All bark, no bite, got it, little shit?”

You’d be pissed that he found your growling so amusing if it didn’t mean he flashed you that stupid, sexy grin. He was so infuriating and painfully hot while doing it.

That finger was still peeking through the metal - so tantalisingly close. “Is my pretty little puppy angry?” You nipped at his finger, though he wasn’t alarmed in the slightest by the near miss, simply using it as an excuse to further manhandle you. You weren’t quite sure if you wanted to shove that fat bulge in his pants down your throat or violently bash the hard metal right into his balls. Not that he’d let you do either, if that slutty little smirk on his face told you anything, “We should put that big mouth to use, huh? Get it working on something productive.”

It was honestly for the best that you had no clue what effect you had on him. Seeing your nasty little pout staring up at him, head hovering mouth-wateringly close to his core with that thick cage just reminding him of how meek and submissive you were under him. He could shove your face between his thighs and tease you to no end and you’d just whimper and moan, writhing into his touch like you’d been starved of it. Sure, maybe you’d be a little grouchy for a day or so after - nothing a little bit of make-up work couldn’t fix.

God, it put him on such a power trip, having such an untouchable, brutal predator weak under his touch like this. He’d seen you tear relentlessly through charges of men, leaving a fleshy bloodbath in your wake, yet he could have you whining and weeping under his skilled fingers.

He’d definitely be pounding you over his desk right now if he wasn’t at work. If he didn’t have a job to do. But, alas, duty called.

With a rumbling sigh, he unlooped his finger from your muzzle and slapped at his thighs, heaving himself up. He dragged you up in turn, wrenching you to stand by your collar.

“C’mon, pet. The big boss wants a word with you. She’s pretty bent out of shape over this - can’t have an office worker terrorising her poor, innocent baby mercs, can she?” He drawled snarkily, carelessly dragging you to the door. The sidelong glance he took told you that you absolutely hadn’t gotten away with that shit-eating grin you’d shot him. “Don’t think that means you’re off the hook with me, naughty little thing. I’ll deal with you later.”

His last words were reduced to an alluring whisper as he eased his office door open, “Enjoy walking to the prez’s office, ‘cause that’s not gonna be an option when I’m done with you.”

@theartisticautisticc here’s ur food 😚 only a drabble but eat up 😇😇

#requests #tobey requests #phillip graves #cod graves #graves x reader #kinda suggestive #pretty suggestive #fangs drabbles

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tadpolesonalgae · 7 months ago

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u continuously drop banger after banger what the hell tabbatha 😭

i need chapter 19, feyre's guilt for her sisters turning fae was PALPABLE at the end. for accidentally dragging an unstable reader into an environment that would eventually lead to her attempt. And then having her own chosen family react to her sister this way? Because Feyre has always been attuned to her survival instincts, so I'm waiting for the storm to finally break and for her specifically to lose it on them for making her relationship with reader harder than it needs to be right now after her attempt, (shes the only person the ic will listen to anyway 👀🥱)

Currently Mor is Reader's biggest antagonist (love u for this again xx), but the other members of the IC have or are likely to really freak her out as well. Feyre would realize this talking to nesta i think and likely have a "family meeting" where she tells them all to butt out unless her or one of the other sisters are present. I dont think this would be the best for reader but i imagine it being a very feyre thing to do in this situation, her caretaker instincts likely have been doubled (bc nyx is still toddlin around off page) so i imagine she lets some of the wolf show to get the point across that she's not gonna fuck around when it comes to her sisters (much to the IC's surprise given how nesta was treated) (i think part of it may also be because she doesnt trust them not to trigger reader into accidentally using her powers against them 👀)

I was thinking while rereading ab how the 3 sisters would finally talk about what reader did amongst themselves if they havent already. I know youd write it to the point ur readers collectively KOA cry again and i think thatd be fun 🤭 but i digress. i think they need to talk about it and how they think they should help reader, instincts vs logic vs intuition perhaps? Each of the sisters will have their own ways of trying to help her, but i think with emotions running so high (esp for feyre) that it would turn into a much needed Archeron cuddlepile.

and i just felt lucien needed to be involved 😭 it was time, i missed him. BUT TELL ME WHAT ERIS SAID 🫵

-🤠

‘And then having her own chosen family react to her sister this way?’

I still need to elaborate on this in chapter 19 but my mind just isn’t doing anything 🫠 I know I have to write a scene to make some other stuff work properly (I know, I’m so vague and helpful) but I can’t figure at what point it should be placed and also what and how it’s going to happen? Ugh, it’s giving me miseryyyy 🎵

‘I dont think this would be the best for reader but i imagine it being a very feyre thing to do in this situation, her caretaker instincts likely have been doubled (bc nyx is still toddlin around off page)’

Yeah I can see Feyre just wanting to set things right but I can also see some people in the IC wanting reader to step up for herself and so won’t do much to defend her so she has the chance to do it for herself?

Though I think it would depend on how Feyre snapped at the IC? If it was more lowkey and reader wasn’t there to witness it I think it would be fine, but if it was over a dinner or something I think reader would want to spontaneously disappear from existence and memory 😭

‘I know youd write it to the point ur readers collectively KOA cry again and i think thatd be fun’

Thank you for thinking this but the magic in my fingertips has actually gone, and I don’t know what happening 😭 nothing’s working at the moment so that won’t be happening unfortunately, or fortunately :/

‘and i just felt lucien needed to be involved 😭 it was time, i missed him.

Still vaguely freaked out you predicted Lucien’s presence 👀🪄

‘BUT TELL ME WHAT ERIS SAID 🫵’

Eris told Lucien that high-waisted riding trousers are going out of fashion and he can no longer wear his slutty thigh-high boots with heels on their base and pointy toes 😔

#🤠 anon <3 #🤠#cbmthy #eris and lucien actually just gossip about the latest fashion trends #they’d be such divas

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lugarn · 1 year ago

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okay because it made me giggle: slutty soul marks au

oh man it has a funny title but it's not funny at all. it's so fucked up, behind the cut warnings for discussion of:

sex work

incest

korn and gun's terrible parenting decisions

soul mark au where soul marks aren't necessarily good or easy to the point where in-universe they're called soul brands

this au is a combination of two ideas: what if porsche was a sex worker when he beat up those dudes, and what if soul marks existed and vegas and kinn had the same one but korn and gun branded them off. porsche and pete also have the same mark as kinn and vegas, but they still have theirs.

part of why i haven't worked on this AU is because it takes already messed up mafia bullshit and goes even harder with it. i have one (1) scene from it, the scene where vegas gets his mark burnt off. it's not really the kind of thing i want to share on tumblr!

instead, here's what the planning of everyone's marks looks like/when they appeared:

Porsche - neck, the Theerapanyakul house crest. He was doing a porn and he got choked and it appeared. Yeah there's footage of it somewhere, but they blurred it.

Pete - next to his dick. Appeared when he was 19 after his dad assaulted him; Pete ran away that day

Vegas - mirror of Pete's. Appeared when he was 18, when he and Kinn got into a fistfight. Kinn kneed Vegas in the groin.

Kinn - mirror of Porsche's. Appeared when Vegas tried to choke him during the same fight, but the collar of his shirt hid it.

Kim - the first five notes of Chay's song behind his ear. He knows what they sound like played on every instrument he's convinced someone to play the notes on. He always covers it with make-up.

Chay - gets his soul mark the day he met Wik! It's on the inside of his wrist, and he usually covers it with his watch. Chay Confesses this when Kim asks him about the music and Kim has to gooooo

Macau - gets his while he's listening to the radio and one of Kim's dumb songs come on. It's between his right index finger and middle finger, on his middle finger. His flipping off finger. Macau wears band-aids and rings and sometimes a ~fashion~ glove because Vegas impressed upon him the importance of not letting Gun see it

Tankhun - a cherry, on his forearm. The first series they watch together is a bakery show; it appeared when Tankhun first started making his bodyguards watch series with him.

Arm - a cherry on his ribcage, when he and Tankhun are face to face their cherries are on the same side. His appeared when he first shot a gun. They found out the first time tankhun took off his coat because he was hot--no sense of propriety at all. Arm saw and knew!! Didn't tell tankhun until the first drunk night, but didn't tell tankhun so much as reveal to everyone. And everyone already knows what Tankhun's is because he keeps no secrets about it and thinks keeping secrets about it is dumb. That was so dumb, arm! Why didn't you tell me! And arm's just like "because i know they'll stop letting me look after you all day. I want to keep protecting you, khun-nu. I don't want anyone else to be your head bodyguard."

Namphueng and Pat had phoenixes

Kinn's mom and her bodyguard (Kim's dad) had bullets

#ask meme #i feel very embarrassed posting about this for some reason

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chamaleonsoul · 2 years ago

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hi ana <3 could we have your fashion enthusiast thoughts about milan luke pretty please?

Hiiiiiiiii

an opportunity to ramble about two of my favourite topics??? Thank you!! And also another excuse to scroll through my gallery looking at pictures of Luke that make my cry and wonder how i haven't been admitted into a mental institution yet? THANK YOU. Also, i'll do you one better and give you my professional thoughts about it 😌 (i'm still a few months away from graduating but idc!! fashion designers are made not graduated).

Okay sooooo, let's begin in chronological order shall we? First we have, the White Stripped Suit™:

This one is my Favourite visually (<-this will make sense later) for many various reasons. 1) While white is a colour that suits literally everyone, it's one of Luke's star colours since his colour profile is light (light eyes, skin & hair. This means light colours make him stand out [if that were possible, he is the sun in its human embodiment but whatever 🙄]), and I appreciate the person who assembled this outfit together because they knew what they were doing. Also, i have a liking for striped/grid fabrics, so.

2) While the fit is very modern (slim, simple and clean) the combo with the open collar shirt with print on the chest, chain necklaces + chest hair showing😵‍💫💫 make the whole look very 70's and i, a person who loves the sluttiness of that decade, like that very much.

3) I'm a big fan of the signature Luke Hemmings ring set™😵‍💫😵‍💫 + the double charm necklaces😵‍💫 in silver, with matching silver glittery eyeliner???😵‍💫😵‍💫😵‍💫😵‍💫 12/10.

This suit gets bonus points bc it's similar to one used by one of my favourite blorbos<333 Louis de Pointe du Lac in Interview with the Vampire (2022).

Overall, it's a simple outfit, but it's leaning towards a statement outfit (because of the almost total-white-look [the shoes break that but it's fine]) and i personally Love that🤍🤍

Then we have outfit #2:

Unfortunately I did not find many pics of this one? Sad bc i can't give it such a detailed analysis, but I can say that I love love love the sharpness dark colours bring to his features. And this black on black pattern/stripes over knitted shirt? Mwah. Once again a very harmonic and cool combination of colours + silver complements (makeup, jewerly) that fit him perfectly!! (And the way the pearls just sit on his neck like that? Absolutely ridiculous).

In spot #3 we have what sent me into cardiac arrest and almost made me throw my phone into the abyss (aka plaid purple outfit):

This one,,,,, this one right here🥲🥲🥲 First of all, it makes me so happy (as a Luke fan, as a designer and as a person) to see he's experimenting with clothes and image and the way he presents himself to the world. This is what modern fashion is made for!!! To help you find a visual representation of who you are!!! And it really makes me so sentimental to see this and remember things like that old tweet where he said he felt weird putting on lip balm and now here he is, daring to do so much more than that, enjoying himself, being happy– it just🥹🥹🥹 I cry.

Solely because of that, this could be my favourite one, but in addition we have:

-The punk touch of it all🖤 that i so love!! Starting with the plaid of course, then the chunky studed shoes with the usual delicate jewerly he uses layered with that industrial chain (and all the rings😵‍💫😵‍💫😵‍💫).

-The loose fit of both the skirt and jacket makes me think he's comfortable experimenting but also not throwing himself head first, which is great!! The jacket is wide enough he can cover himself naturally if he feels the need to, and the long skirt is a safe new territory because it covers almost the same as pants do, and the pleates bring some texture/volume to the fit since he's not wearing a shirt (i feel so dizzy).

-Gorgeous matching hand bag!! I love seeing him with one don't text.

-Makeup is subtle but also matches the whole outfit (boy obviously enjoys an harmonic combo, he's just like me<3).

All that makes this outfit my favourite one because of what i'm getting from it<3 (although visually #1 is still my fave. There's just something about it that scratches my brain the right way).

Moving on to #4

Yet another star colour of his!!! (since his colorimetry is light+cool, blue is His colour). And this particular shade is very, very close to the colour of 2023, we love a superstar🌟 on trend.

This is what i call a standard Luke Hemmings, which means a casual combo of a nice 2 piece suit with a comfy/fun top and boots (can be alternated with tennis shoes). I'm obsessed with his shirt collection🥲

Of course i can't go by this one without making a reference to Miami Vice because come on. It's right there!! This fit is obviously looser and following the oversized trend that came (and that'll stay for a while) with quarantine and the whole 80's<3 revival. I also love me a good italian lapel ngl. So this outfit earns a #3 spot on the list!

And last but not least we've got:

This gorg plaid beige + black shirt combo of which I also didn't find many pics of :/ however, it's safe to assume this was a tank top situation with brown/black shoes to match.

Once again we have a beautiful set of rings that scorch my braincells<3 with a sky blue wristlet i want to steal immediately!! It's so pretty and i wonder what he keeps in his purses besides his phone and maybe some lip product. I don't need sleep, i need answers.

Anyways. While beige usually is considered a warm colour, this one in particular leans towards cool, which stays on line with all i've mentioned before ((:

I also like that the make up is a little more noticeable since the outfit is more subdued. This one is a #4 on the list, which weirdly makes the black jacket outfit last?? Surprising since i'm personally married to black, but whats a girl gonna do

And sooooo, overall i think the outfits are simple, comfortable and kinda classic even, but have a few modern touches that elevate them for the occasion🤍 I love that since I both personally and professionally prefer that mix of styles.

Not gonna apologize for the long ass response bc you brought this unto yourself!! Licherally!! Anyways, thank you for coming by and asking my thoughts, i really appreciate it🤍 (:

#supermodel!luke #asks #anon #long post #op

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plaindangan · 11 months ago

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Upon finding a golden boombox, halara has a choice, using it on others and milk aaaall the money they can from the situation? Or themselves to make their godly money grabber body even more irresistible~? (Bonus point if it backfires and ends up ridiculously over growing)

Disclaimer: R18 material! If not to your liking then please do not view!

"You act as if doing both wasn't the most logical thing to do...a-although, I might have underestimated this contraption."

Halara's number one goal was always to make a hefty amount of shien. So when stumbling upon a golden boombox, one they knew for a fact not only increased booty size, but sent listeners in a twerking, slutty, frenzy...well, they just had to use it for their own means.

It was simple. Gather, Fubuki, Kurumi, Tetra and Yuma (because who wouldn't love twink booty?) in the shopping district of Kanai Ward and have them listen to the boombox while Halara was out of range for a bit. Then, set up a quick stand to reel in profits from spectators as the quartet twerked their balloning, juicy booties out. It was foolproof and Halara was raking in the dough by the day (especially since their 'volunteers' were too addicted by the boombox to want to resist anymore).

Though as time passed, Halara began noticing demands from the audience on if they'll join the fun too. While no longer as big as the other four, Halara's legs were pretty shapely and their bubble butt was more than just a little alluring (so many people were in debt because of this thing~) While Halara initially refused to join in...perhaps they could make for a 'private show' for wealthy members of the crowd?

Hence their current situation, after taking a very horny businessman back to their hotel room to 'do business'. With only a cowl and a pair of booty shorts on, Halara let the boombox do its work and felt a warmth and excitement wash over them. This...was really good~ No wonder the other four fell to this thing!!! And one their ass began to inflate, making their into a pretty much a thing as all those jiggly moons were hanging out for the client to see...did something inside Halara snap. While they tried to keep up the air of sophistication the urge to just be a straight up slut was too tempting~ Cutting loose for one night wouldn't be wrong, right?

They really got into their 'dancing'. Squatting low in classic fashion, to the Jack'O pose that left little to the imagination, Halara was putting out the stops but they didn't stop there. With a flirty smile and some winks they invited the guy to really get his hands in the dough. Especially once Halara started grinding on his crotch and bending over their bed teasingly.

Smack~ Halara gasped as their ass were slapped almost in rhythm to the beat from the boombox by the guy and they found themselves wiggling their hips in fervor for more. Most would get kicked for such insolence, yet Halara found themselves melting further from the kinky act. That just made them want to reward their client further with a more 'close-up' look at their giant booty. So they did, facesitting and clapping their jello right on top of them...

Aaaaand, as it turns out, that they may have, ah, did a bit too much. He was currently passed the Hell out, no doubt from Halara's booty smothering him for a bit too long...

Well, at the very least Halara was paid upfront. Though, maybe they'll throw in a brief 'make-up assjob' as means of apology. At a discounted price of course~

#MDARCnightmare-R18

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the-rockstar-lestat · 11 months ago

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Vladdy, Baddie, daddy.....I need to impress a vintage goth boy for Valentine's day. He really likes Lestat and tries to be like you. Give me some fashion advice and gift advice please?

Baby, darling, sweetheart let me do my best.

First of all, if he's trying to be me, is he doing a good job? Has he nailed the HAIR? Is he full of joie de vie, enthusiasm and just a little sadness? Does he love music and art and everything beautiful and good? Does he embrace androgyny, opulence and excess? Is he just a LITTLE slutty? (Okay, maybe a lot slutty?)

And more importantly, has he learned from my mistakes and will treat you better than I treated the people I love? I hate to admit it, but I've got more drapeau rouges than than the act one closer of Les Miserables.

Anyway, let's just go on faith he's post-vampire-court-i-have-to-grow-up-sometime me, and not Louis' -stupid-novel me, and is worthy of your time and attention.

I can only offer you the advice from what I would like. If he's a genuine Goth he probably likes goth fashion on others as well, but I imagine the worst thing you could do is buy cheap black clothes and look for "goth" trends on tik tok or wherever. Goths tend to value genuiness above all. And far be it from me to tell you to change your fashion sense to impress a boy. So if you're more puffball than prince of darkness, just be you. My values in fashion always lean towards the flamboyant and opulent. Honestly, my advice comes down to be the biggest, loudest, most colorful version of yourself. Now add velvet.

As for gifts, there I can help you. When you say vintage do you mean he genuinely likes old items and antiques? If so, I would scour antique shops and eBay for something genuine. There's nothing like holding the past in your hands. You might have to do some work, and I have NO idea what your budget is, but you can often find old Victorian photos for a few dollars online, double points if they're funeral or mourning photos. What goth boy could say no to THAT?

Of course, if he's anything like me, he might have a very strong Gift Giving love language, so if he gives YOU anything, the fastest way to his black little heart would be to thank him sincerely (....perhaps a bit over the top-ly) and let him know how much you like it. There's nothing like feeling like we've bought the Right Thing for a loved one. Just ask Louis. He may pretend to dread my over the top presents but he knows how much it means to be that I've bought him something he likes, and how happy it makes me.

Best of luck, may you have a more successful Valentine's Day than that One Incident You Won't Let Me Forget.

#immortal coots giving advice

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allthingsfook · 2 years ago

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Hiii! I’m here to request a ship 🖤

I’m curvy, 5’5, dark curly hair which is long and almost touches my lower back. I have a bunch of tattoos and a silver nose hoop, my favorite tattoo of mine is currently on my back which is landscape of the mountains.

I’m currently in school for fashion and it’s my dream to become a fashion stylist for musicians or anything that has to do with film such as television and movies.

I love music, I go to a bunch of concerts each month and I have a huge record collection. I love the outdoors, doing things such as hiking or hanging out at the beach. I also have a passion for horseback riding. I also loveee to travel, there isn’t a place that I wouldn’t love to explore.

I’m a kind and caring person and I tend to put others before me but if I’m betrayed by someone I instantly try my hardest to remove that person from my life because at the end of the day my mental health is my top priority.

Thank you sooo much! <3 I can’t wait to see who I’m shipped with

I ship you with…

Josh ✨

Josh would be captivated by your beauty the moment he spots you from across the room. He’d play with your hair all the time! Tickling your nose with the ends of it and brushing it down while he hugs you. And I do believe Josh has acknowledged how he is attracted to tattoos. I think it would be so sweet if you didn’t show Josh your tattoo prior to his first time seeing it. His jaw would drop when you shed your shirt to go swimming. He’d trace over it with his soft fingers and compliment it all day.

Don’t even imagine Sacred The Thread being a ode to you and your creative vision. You’d certainly help josh design his flashy stage outfits. Imagine the both of you on the road, set up at the table in the bus, sketching and coloring ideas together. Having someone so close to him help create his jumpsuits would make them 10x better! He’d act even more slutty while wearing them!

Since you have interest in designing for film too, Josh would definitely include you on his cinematic journey when he’s ready. I like the sounds of this creative power couple!!!! Manifest that shit!

I can only imagine the record collections each of the boys have, no less combining yours and Josh’s. You could have a whole room dedicated to them! In fact, I can envision a whole wing of the house full of vinyl, instruments, stereos and record players, books, and awards the boys have won!

Josh is also an avid outdoors man. Wouldn’t think that if you just looked at him, but that’s his decompression place! Anywhere from the beach to the mountains, he’d be ready to explore them with you! After horseback riding a couple years ago, Josh would like to hop in the saddle some more! It looked like he had a good time doing it, so call up the stables!

Josh is the most kind, genuine, caring person you’ll ever meet! The two of you would no doubt always be concerned for everyone else. Whether it’s just checking in with his parents or donating to charity, his heart is huge! Although Josh seems like he would take betrayal really hard, I think his forgiving nature is above all. He’d be one to give people a second chance and hopefully make things work. The both of you could help each other balance those characteristics.

He is super into psychology, so he understands the importance of keeping your mind balanced and a peaceful conscious. When your struggling, he will always have a shoulder to cry on and lending ear. He’d always have the right words to help you see on the positive side. And when your mental health is thriving, he would reinforce that. Making remarks like, “You look like you are doing really well today. You glow when your feeling good. I’ve never see anything so beautiful.”

I hope you enjoy the ship! Let me know what you think 💗💗 it means the world

#greta van fleet #gvf #peaceful army #gvf ships #songships #gvf moodboard #moodboard #starcatcher #greta van fluff #gvf imagine #joshgvf #josh gvf #josh kiszka #joshkiszkaship #joshua michael kiszka

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sleepinglionhearts · 2 years ago

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@jogress I think my brain was more focused on gentle white mage lasswell shsgshsghs

#doodles #ffbe #ff art tag #i think i might eventually do an actual like.. full outfit for white mage lasswell #i have Ideas now #hehehehe #eventually also i'll have to do better than the messy sketch of kuja clothes lasswell too #really let him do the slutty fashion thing right #things to work on during my lunch break

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summerwritesfics · 3 years ago

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🔥❄️🥀The Only Thing That I Ask, Love Me Mercilessly

Pairing: Hanzo Hasashi/Kuai Liang Length: 5994 Words Rating: Explicit 🔞 Warnings: Canon Divergence, BDSM, Dom/Sub, Power Bottom/Bottom is the dom, Sharing Clothes, Bondage, Chair Sex, Chair Bondage, Anal Sex, Orgasm Delay/Denial, Hitachi Wand, Rimming, Oral Sex, Rough Sex, Rough Oral Sex, Begging, Punishment, Cock Rings, Aftercare, Dirty Talk, Hair-Pulling, Light Praise Kink, Face-Sitting, Biting, Aka I let Kuai get revenge for all those time I’ve let Hanzo be really mean to him in the bedroom, Hanzo: The risk I took was calculated but man am I bad at math, But he enjoys the miscalculation so it’s fine lmao SubScorp Week Day 2: Clothes Swap

SubScorp Week 2022 Masterlist - Hatefuck Masterlist

Notes: Ngl, when this prompt got in, I had NO idea what I was gonna do for it. And then, out of nowhere, the spirit of the hatefuck universe possessed my body and went “time for some filthy fucking” and it ended up being the first one I finished XD funny how things work sometimes. Title is from “Hatefuck” by The Bravery, and as such we’ve gone full circle with the inspiration for this series in the first place.

This was one of the most embarrassing things Hanzo had ever been subjected to.

It wasn’t the fact he’d lost a fight against Kuai Liang that was humiliating. It wasn’t even that he was currently tied to a chair with his own chains. No, it was the fact that he was currently in Kuai Liang’s uniform. Despite their truce and whatever the fuck this relationship was now, it still made Hanzo feel uneasy being in Lin Kuei clothes. Not to mention Kuai’s quite frankly slutty sense of fashion. With the amour seemingly designed specifically to show as much of his chest as possible, Hanzo felt completely exposed even in the privacy of his own quarters. How no one had stabbed Kuai straight through the chest, he really didn’t know.

It was humiliating, but, somehow in a good way. Hanzo wasn’t sure he could explain it, even if he wanted to.

Besides, that humiliation was absolutely worth it for the sight in front of him right now.

Kuai Liang was stood leaning his weight over to one side, dressed in Hanzo’s uniform. Well, from the waist up he was, his bottom half was without clothes except those damned lace stockings that Kuai knew made Hanzo’s libido go into overdrive. Hanzo’s clothes were a little big on Kuai, but god he looked good in it. For someone who usually only ever wore blue, yellow really suited him.

Kuai had another of Hanzo’s chains and kunai in his hand, twirling it around as he observed his own handy work. His smug look told Hanzo he knew exactly how wound up Hanzo was. Hanzo almost wished that he’d had the idea to shove Kuai in his clothes during one of their previous encounters. They had a deal though, Hanzo lost their fight fair and square, and that meant Kuai was in control. He would honour that, even if he wanted nothing more than to bend Kuai over and fuck him until he was out of breath.

“You look impressed,” Kuai said in a teasing voice, stopping playing with the kunai and putting it down. “Or are you jealous that I look better in your uniform than you do?”

“Fuck you,” Hanzo growled, hating how his tone probably made Kuai think he was right in that assessment.

“Well that is the plan,” Kuai countered, making his way to where he had Hanzo captive. When he was close enough, he grabbed Hanzo’s hair, tangling it between his fingers and yanking his head up. “But you should know by now dear, that I appreciate foreplay.”

Hanzo huffed, he knew what Kuai really meant by foreplay. Teasing. Taking Hanzo to the edge and denying him climax. And given the last few times Hanzo was in control? Yeah, he had a feeling Kuai was going to particularly mean with it this time. Out loud, he would be complaining, but internally? He was interested to see just how far Kuai would push him.

“I can take anything you throw at me,” Hanzo boasted. He always tried his best to goad Kuai while he was in control and it was frustrating how calm and collected he always was. Kuai had gotten pushing Hanzo’s buttons down to an art, while Hanzo was yet to find any of Kuai’s.

He was determined to push his luck this time around. While Kuai was the only person who’d ever been dominant with him, there was always an edge of softness to it. Kuai Liang was never outright sadistic, just a bit bitchy.

Hanzo wanted to see how much of a bitch Kuai Liang could be.

“Oh, I’m sure you can,” Kuai said in a patronising tone. He pulled on Hanzo’s hair again, fairly hard, causing Hanzo to hiss at the sting. Kuai laughed and let go.

Hanzo watched in anticipation as Kuai walked in front of him and settled on his lap facing him. He tangled one hand back into Hanzo’s hair again, while the other trailed down to hover over his crotch. Kuai pushed down, grinding his palm against Hanzo’s clothed cock. Hanzo groaned at the friction, his cock already hard and straining against the fabric.

“Hmm, hard for me already?” Kuai teased, pushing down just a little harder. “You really are a dirty old man, aren’t you?”

“Maybe if you didn’t walk around half naked all the time, I’d have more control over myself,” Hanzo retorted, although he knew this particular subject wasn’t one he’d get the desired reaction from. “Even wearing my clothes you somehow made them slutty.”

“You could make them slutty yourself if you weren’t a coward.” Kuai pushed down harder for a minute forcing another lewd noise from Hanzo’s mouth rather than the sarcastic reply he wanted to make.

He let go of Hanzo’s hair, hands trailing making their way to the belt. Fingers took little time unclipping the buckle, before hooking into the hem. He slowly begun to pull down Hanzo’s pants, just enough to reveal his cock. It was almost embarrassing the way his cock sprung free, like it was so desperate for attention it couldn’t wait.

“So eager,” Kuai chuckled, running his finger along the length. “You like to act like you’re always in complete control, but I’ve trained your body to respond this way from just a looking at me.”

Hanzo opened his mouth to argue but was cut off by Kuai swooping in for a kiss. Hanzo felt Kuai’s hand yank his hair once more, while his other wrapped around Hanzo’s cock. Kuai’s tongue entered his mouth, and Hanzo immediately let his mingle with it. He could feel Kuai’s smile against his lips.

Kuai’s hand began to stroke his cock, slow and light, enough for him to feel it but not enough to get gratification out of it yet. Hanzo wanted to buck up into his hand, but the weight of Kuai in his lap prevented it. Pulling away from the kiss, Kuai licked Hanzo’s lips as he did, twisting his hand and making Hanzo groan.

“Gods, you always act like I’m desperate for it, but look at you, Master Hasashi,” Kuai whispered in his ear, giving a particularly hard tug on his hair. “I’ve barely touched you and your already a moaning mess.”

“It’s just a natural reaction” Hanzo argued, trying to suppress another noise as Kuai’s thumb circled the head of his cock. “Nothing to do with you at all.”

“Oh really?” Kuai purred, once again not rising to Hanzo’s taunts. “That’d be a little more believable, Dear, if you weren’t insistent on having me all to yourself.”

“That’s… different.” He wasn’t sure why he was trying to argue, it was true. Kuai Liang was his and only his. No one else could touch him. “Only I can fuck you like that. Anyone could do what you do to me.”

Kuai giggled at that, and Hanzo was growing frustrated that nothing seemed to phase him.

“I guess that means anyone could do this then?”

Kuai slipped down of Hanzo’s lap, settling on his knees. Hanzo wanted to ask what he was doing, but was cut off when he felt Kuai’s mouth surrounded his cock. Kuai pushed himself down, hitting the back of his throat almost immediately. Okay, Hanzo hated to admit that Kuai probably was the only person he knew who was so skilled with his mouth.

Kuai drew back, trailing his tongue along the underside of Hanzo’s cock, before diving back down. He kept this strange rhythm, pulling away slowly, making sure to lap at Hanzo’s flesh before driving back down quickly. The shift in speeds keeping Hanzo on his toes, but he still began to grow accustomed to it.

He could feel himself gradually building up, but before he could have sweet relief, Kuai released him. Hanzo groaned, he knew that was coming, yet it still annoyed him. What was it about Kuai Liang that got so under his skin?

“Enjoying yourself?” Kuai questioned, licking the tip of Hanzo’s cock but doing nothing more for him.

“You act so smug, but consider this,” Hanzo sneered, “even when your the one in control, your still on your knees before me.”

To Hanzo’s surprise, Kuai’s eyebrows drew together in the first sign of annoyance he’d ever shown. It wasn’t much, and didn’t last long, but something in the statement clearly bothered him. Finally. Who knew that button he’d been searching for was actually so easy to find?

“You don’t seem to understand your position here, Master Hasashi,” Kuai said, clamping his mouth around the head of his cock, swirling his tongue around the slit. He pulled off again, wrapping his hand around instead and slowly began to pump. “You don’t get to cum until I say so, and every time you disobey, I will make you wait just that little bit longer.”

As if to prove the point he began to stroke Hanzo’s cock at a fast pace. Hanzo jerked and strained against the restraints as the fast pace quickly brought him close to climax once again. And suddenly as he started, Kuai stopped. He released Hanzo’s cock, and just watched as Hanzo jerked his hips desperate for some friction or anything to let him finish. A minute went by, and Hanzo’s climax was completely lost to him. He made a whine between his panting.

That damned mouth was back on his cock, Kuai working his length like his life depended on sucking Hanzo off as fast as he could. That feeling began building again, Kuai’s wet mouth gliding along his length, so deep that Hanzo occasionally heard him gag. And once again, Kuai stopped, although this time he kept Hanzo’s cock inside his mouth, for a minute before pulling away.

His cock was desperate for release that Kuai Liang was determined to deny him. Kuai’s hand was on him again, those damned fingers teasing him, bringing him to the bring of oblivion before leaving him high and dry. His mouth was back, this time slow and sensual, like he was taking his time to taste every inch of Hanzo’s flesh. He stopped again, pulling away.

“Do you understand yet?” Kuai questioned, pulling himself up and once more settling himself on Hanzo’s lap. Kuai ground down on his cock, and Hanzo hissed at the thought that he was so very close to the bliss of Kuai’s insides, yet could do nothing to change that. “I asked you a question, Master Hasashi.”

“Gods, yes, just-“ Hanzo exhaled through his teeth. “Just stop teasing me.”

“Impatient as always,” Kuai commented, half closing his eyelids. “It’s always to the point with you. What’s wrong with savouring the moment?”

Still he reached his hand around to find Hanzo’s cock. Holding it in place, Hanzo felt the tip push against Kuai’s hole. Given the wetness he could feel, he could only assume Kuai had prepared himself before hand. That seemed to be happening a lot more recently, but Hanzo supposed it made sense. If there was one inevitable thing that came from their encounters, it was that by the end of the night, Kuai would have Hanzo’s cock in his ass.

Kuai slowly lowered himself onto Hanzo’s cock, moaning as his insides made way for the intrusion. It was amazing just how tight Kuai still was, even after all this time. It truly did feel like he was made for Hanzo’s cock. If he wasn’t so private with his sex life, he’d question the God’s on that one. No way something so perfect was just a coincidence.

Kuai’s ass was flush against his lap, Hanzo buried as deep as he could go. Kuai slowly lifted himself, before letting himself drop down. Hanzo groaned, pulling on the chains again. He wished his hands were free so he could grab hold of Kuai’s hips and force him to go faster. Or he could feel at Kuai’s ass. Or just touch any part of him he could. Kuai knew by now letting Hanzo have free use of his hands invited a power struggle, so he tended to take it away.

Kuai’s movements were slow, but Hanzo would be lying if it wasn’t good. Kuai’s hands were on Hanzo’s chest, gripping the fabric of the armour to help balance him. When Hanzo could feel Kuai’s weight shift off him he would thrust up to meet him.

He needed this to go faster. He recalled the way Kuai looked when Hanzo called his dominance into question. That was the button he wanted to push more, to see what Kuai would do. He just had to wait for an opportunity.

“Faster,” Hanzo demanded, causing Kuai to laugh.

“You really are needy, aren’t you?” Kuai didn’t cave to the demand, in fact if anything he went slower. Hanzo made a frustrated snort. “How about this, call me by my title, and I’ll give you what you want.”

Oh. Kuai Liang had just given him an opportunity on a silver platter.

He was going to have fun with this.

“Why would I do that?” Hanzo hissed, watching the way Kuai’s eyes squinted suspiciously at him. “And entertain your attempt to play the dominant?”

Kuai didn’t reply, his movements slowed but didn’t stop. He was looking at Hanzo like he wanted an explanation. Well, if that’s what he wanted, that’s what Hanzo would give him.

“Please, Kuai Liang, we both know you are naturally the submissive between us,” He said in a smug tone, watching the way Kuai tilted his head. “Even when trying to be the one in control, you know your place is on your knees sucking my dick.” Kuai’s mouth twitched, and Hanzo knew this was working. “And you clearly know this is the truth, given the only way you can even pretend to be in control is by dressing in my clothes.”

It was at this point, Kuai stopped moving completely.

He stared Hanzo in the eyes, thinly veiled contempt somewhat masked by a look of curiosity. Like there was something he was trying to figure out. Hanzo just jerked his chin upwards, wordlessly telling Kuai to “do something about it”. He was ready for it. For Kuai to fuck and use him so hard he couldn’t breath. He dared him to do something about it.

Kuai Liang moved.

He stood up, removing Hanzo from inside him, and then walked off across the room.

Wait. What?

Panic began to overwhelm Hanzo’s mind as he called out “w-wait! What are you doing?”

Kuai didn’t answer, just continued to walk away, and Hanzo was terrified the other man was just going to walk out of the room and leave him high and dry. Thankfully, he approached the desk rather than the door. He picked up the bottle of wine that Hanzo left for later, uncorked it, and poured a glass. Grabbing the chair and with the wine in his other hand, he made his way back to Hanzo, dragging the chair along the floor behind him.

He set the chair in front of Hanzo, placing the wine glass on it, and then walked off to the other side of the room. Hanzo craned his neck trying to see what he was doing. Maybe pushing Kuai without knowing exactly how he’d react was not his smartest idea. At the very least, Kuai was still here and seemed to have a plan. It was now realising he had no idea what that plan would be that made him doubt his own actions.

Kuai opened the set of drawers, routing around for the secret compartment Hanzo kept his intimate belongings in. He could see Kuai pull out some of the goodies within, but couldn’t see what they were. Kuai made his way back over, placing a hitachi wand on the chair. Kuai held up his hand, revealing a small silver ring. A cock ring.

Well, Kuai certainly knew where to strike when he wanted to demand obedience, Hanzo would give him that.

Kuai bent down, slipping the ring over the head of Hanzo’s cock and pushing it all the way down to the base. He wrapped his hand around his cock again, this time jerking him so fast Hanzo was sure he was about to blow right there and then. But nothing came, he got to the edge and then that ring brought everything to a screeching halt.

Satisfied, Kuai got back up, picking the wine glass and hitachi wand up and sitting down on the other chair. He lent back, taking a sip of his wine, and flicking the on switch of the hitachi wand.

“I am going to hold this against your dick, and watch you squirm while I enjoy this glass of wine,” Kuai explained, lifting his leg until he nudged Hanzo’s cock with his foot. “And maybe if you remember how to address your superiors by the time I’m done I’ll show you some mercy.”

Hanzo didn’t have a chance to argue, as the wand was pushed against his cock. The vibrations immediately took hold, and he gasped at the sensation. Kuai sat forward in the chair, watching Hanzo’s cock intently and taking another sip of wine. Hanzo closed his eyes, gritting his teeth and trying to shut off from the sensation. It was difficult however, when Kuai kept moving the damned thing, never letting it sit in one spot for too long. It wasn’t even on it’s highest setting, but Hanzo felt like he would erupt like a volcano at any moment.

That cock ring though. It was stopping him at every turn. Every time his orgasm was stolen from him, every second his cock got more sensitive. He could feel himself started to sweat. Opening his eyes, he looked down at his own cock, red and angry and dripping with precum, desperate for relief. He looked back to Kuai to see he was only half way through his wine.

Fuck.

He let out a frustrated scream as the wand was pushed against the head of his cock. Kuai looked completely passive, almost bored actually. Like he was dealing with a mundane task, rather than administering sexual torture. It wasn’t Kuai’s usual playful smugness, but it wasn’t the frustration and anger Hanzo had wanted to illicit.

He was going to get that anger, no matter how hard he had to push, and no matter how long he had to endure this orgasm denial.

How he withstood Kuai’s painfully slow drinking, he had no idea. That wand was constantly on him until he was a quaking mess. Still, he withstood it. Waiting for his next opportunity to piss Kuai Liang off.

It seemed like an eternity for Kuai to finish his drink. But he did, and as he placed the empty glass on the floor, he finally removed the damned wand.

Kuai looked him in the eye as he asked, “are you ready to behave now, Master Hasashi?”

“Oh, of course,” Hanzo said sarcastically.

“Of course, what?” Kuai prompted, clearly sensing that Hanzo wasn’t sincere but still trying to push it.

Hanzo let his face be consumed by an evil grin as he lent forward, about to say one thing he knew would really twist the knife in.

“Of course, Tundra.”

Kuai bared his teeth, and for a split secondary looked like he was genuinely considering just murdering Hanzo there and then. He let out a very loud sigh, before seemingly repressing the rage again, and returning to his indifference.

“Well, don’t say I didn’t give you chance to comply.”

Kuai stood up and walked around to the back of the chair. Hanzo yelped as he was yanked backwards. He grunted as he hit the floor. Disorientated, he blinked and tried to get baring of what had just happened. He was still tied to the chair, only now he was laying back on the floor. One minute, Kuai was stood over him, the next, he was on his knees, hovering directly over his face. Hanzo opened his mouth, intending to ask what Kuai was doing, only to find that Kuai took the chance to immediately shove his cock down Hanzo’s throat.

Hanzo gave a shocked gasp, muffled by his now occupied mouth. All he could see now was Kuai’s ass, and while that really wasn’t a bad thing, it did mean he couldn’t be prepared for anything else Kuai was about to throw at him.

Kuai began to slowly thrust, Hanzo trying to get used to the rhythm. Despite the speed, there was a roughness to his movements that had never been present before. Hanzo would be pleased to have finally brought this out, if he weren’t trying to focus on actually breathing. Maybe provoking Kuai when he wasn’t accustomed to having his throat fucked raw wasn’t his best idea. Still he definitely had a lot more respect for how easily Kuai handled Hanzo’s rough treatment, it wasn’t as simple as he had assumed it would be.

Just as he was starting to get a handle of what was happening, he felt that damned vibrator being pushed against his cock again. He jerked from the sensation, only to end up gagged seconds later as the movement forced Kuai’s cock deeper into his throat. Kuai pulled out, a line a saliva connecting his cock to Hanzo’s lips. All Hanzo could concentrate on was getting lung fulls of air.

“Call me by my title,” Kuai ordered, rutting against Hanzo’s face, smearing the saliva over.

“Fuck you,” Hanzo growled.

Kuai unceremoniously shoved his cock back into Hanzo’s mouth, and the vibration of the wand got a little stronger. Kuai’s thrusts were a little faster now, and all Hanzo could hope to do was try and ride them out. He felt himself reach another climax that never came, causing him to splutter around Kuai’s dick. This didn’t seem to deter Kuai much.

Kuai once more pulled his cock out, shouting “Submit!”

“Fuck you,” Hanzo snarled again, and despite that he opened his mouth again, allowing Kuai to slide back inside.

It really wasn’t so much the throat fucking that Hanzo wasn’t handling. Sure every time Kuai got a little faster and thrust a little harder he ended up gagging and having to try and regulate his breathing again, but that was nothing compared to how much his cock was starting to ache. The vibration setting went higher with every refusal, and it was beginning to break his resolve. He usually caved before now, this was the longest he’d held out.

Kuai’s cock hit the back of his throat as another failed orgasm hit him, and he’d had fun with the reaction he wanted. It was time to relent, and beg for mercy.

“Submit,” Kuai snarled again as he pulled out of Hanzo.

“P-please,” Hanzo whispered between coughs. “Grandmaster, I’m Sorry.”

“What was that?” Kuai casually asked as he shifted his weight slightly. Hanzo gasped in relief when the wand was removed from his cock.

“Grandmaster,” Hanzo breathed out, knowing that was the word Kuai wanted to hear out of all of them.

“See,” Kuai said as he twisted around, sitting on Hanzo’s chest and leering down at him. “That wasn’t so hard, was it?” He turned the wand off and finally discarded it before patting Hanzo’s cheek a couple of times. “Although you will forgive me for being a little weary of your sudden chance of heart.” Hanzo gulped, as Kuai’s thumb traced his lips. “I may need you to prove your desire to cooperate.”

Kuai pushed himself up on his knees, shuffling forward slightly, before settling on Hanzo’s face. There was no need for a command, Hanzo already knew what was expected of him. His tongue darted out of his mouth, trailing along until he located Kuai’s hole. As he lazily began to trail his tongue around the rim, Kuai reached down to hold Hanzo’s head in place by his hair.

Kuai moaned lightly as Hanzo worked his tongue inside. Hanzo tried to move his arms, until he remembered they were chained down. He wanted to take hold of Kuai’s hips, keep him in place as he pushed him down further. He’d done it before, had Kuai tied in ropes and kept him sat on his face until Kuai was begging to be fucked.

Hanzo concentrated on the movements of his tongue, alternating between penetrating past the ring of muscles and pulling out to lap around the rim. He could hear Kuai’s breathing getting ragged, his fingernails digging into Hanzo’s scalp.

“Yes,” Kuai whispered as Hanzo’s tongue slipped in again. “Shit, yes, ah, like that.” Kuai rolled his hips a little, tilting his head back. “Your tongue has better uses than making cutting remarks.”

Kuai was testing him. Trying to get him to disobey again so he could have an excuse to start edging Hanzo again. Hanzo wasn’t going to fall for it. He just pushed his tongue as far as he could, straining his head to go deeper. Kuai closed his eyes, a small smile appearing on his face.

“How do I taste, Master Hasashi?” Kuai asked, rolling his hips slightly. Hanzo answered the question with a particularly long and slow swipe of his tongue. Kuai’s whole body shuddered. “God, you love this don’t you? Eating me out like it’s second nature.”

He did love this. More specifically he loved the way this simple thing seemed to turn Kuai into a moaning mess. Regardless of who had the power, the reactions Kuai had were perfect. He made note that one day, he would have Kuai tied down somewhere, completely immobilised, and just see how long it would take the Lin Kuei Grandmaster to cum from just being tongue fucked alone.

Today was not that day, emphasised by the way Kuai released his head and stood up.

“Grandmaster,” he groaned, wanting nothing more than for Kuai’s ass to be planted firmly on his face again.

Kuai ignored this, reaching to haul Hanzo back up until the chair was back on it’s legs. Kuai reached down to Hanzo’s straining cock, and finally removed the ring. Things seemed to happen so fast, because next thing he knew Kuai was once more sat in his lap, and without any announcement was pushing himself down on Hanzo’s cock. It took everything Hanzo had to not just cum from how tight it felt.

Kuai bottomed out, sitting still as he reached a hand to clasp Hanzo’s throat. No where near hard enough to cause any issues with breathing, but there was a strange possessiveness that had never been present before.

“I am going to ride you,” Kuai spoke lowly, gently squeezing his hand, “and you are going to cum in my ass, do you understand?”

“Yes, Grandmaster.”

“Good boy,” Kuai purred and Hanzo felt himself flush. Oh, having those words turned back on him felt so strange yet so right. I can see why he likes it so much.

He was surprised when Kuai rocked straight into a brutal pace, the first time he slammed his hips down almost completely took Hanzo’s breath from his lungs. The movements were so powerful Hanzo wondered what would be more bruised in the morning, his pelvis or Kuai’s ass.

Kuai’s hands gripped his armour, using them for more leverage to help keep his pace. Hanzo was almost mesmerised by the sight in front of him. Everything about this was like something from his wet dreams. The way Kuai bounced on his cock like his life depended on it, the moans and whispered curse words spilling from his lips, the way his face was twisted with rage, determination and lust. Was this actually happening? Had he fallen asleep at some point?

A particularly hard roll of hips had Hanzo bucking and confirming this situation was oh so very real.

Fuck he didn’t want this to end.

Kuai pressed his face into Hanzo’s neck, lips ghosting against his skin, as he trailed kisses along. Strangely tender considering the situation. Too tender. Kuai Liang was up to something else and Hanzo couldn’t figure out what.

Well, until it felt Kuai’s teeth graze the flesh of his shoulder.

Is he going to-

His internal question was answered before he could finish asking it, as he felt Kuai’s jaw clamp down, and the pressure of those teeth start to puncture his flesh.

His breathing hitched, his body white hot. Hanzo had a habit of leaving his mark on Kuai, a symbol of his ownership. And now, Kuai Liang had done the same, claiming Hanzo as his own. Kuai bit down harder, the sting intense but pleasant. No. More than pleasant.

He’d never felt so fucking good in his life.

His vision began turning white, and his hips jerked up so fast he heard a very audible smack as his hips collided with Kuai’s ass. He came. Hard. God had he ever cum this hard in his life? And all from a fucking bite? Elder gods what power does this man have over me?

Kuai’s hips rocked slower now, trying to milk Hanzo for all he was worth. He stopped biting, tongue darting to lick at the wound. Hanzo glanced down at the wound, red and raw, and god it looked good on him. He almost cursed Kuai for not doing this sooner.

“Hm, that was fun, I can see why you like biting me so much,” Kuai purred, pressing his lips against Hanzo’s cheek. “You came a lot too, did you enjoy it that much?”

“Yes, Grandmaster,” Hanzo answered absolutely out of breath. He could have denied everything, but why would he? It was plain from the fact he could feel his cum leaking out of Kuai and down his cock.

Kuai pulled himself away, slipping Hanzo’s softening cock out of him. He went to adjust the chains, but instead of undoing them completely like Hanzo expected, he just loosened them enough to let Hanzo free of the chair. As Hanzo tried to stand, he felt his legs give way, feeling completely boneless. Kuai caught him easily, before manhandling him until he was on his knees.

Kuai placed his hand on Hanzo’s chin, tilting it upwards. Hanzo could see where this was going. Kuai’s cock was still hard, dripping with precum. He needed to finish himself.

“As you can no doubt see, I’m not quite finished here yet,” Kuai said, pressing his fingers into Hanzo’s jaw. He followed this command and opened his mouth. “And I quite enjoyed myself when I was fucking your throat earlier, so I think I’m going to do that and then cum over your face, okay?”

“Yes, Grandmaster,” Hanzo replied before letting his mouth hang open again. A switch had really been flipped somewhere in Kuai’s mind, and Hanzo was loving every second of it.

The familiar feeling of Kuai’s fingers wrapping in his hair, and the cold flesh being stuffed into his mouth. Hanzo didn’t dare move, Kuai’s grip was tight and if he had wanted him to do anything he was sure it would have been commanded. Kuai took some mercy on him this time, starting slowly and not pushing too deep. Hanzo sucked and licked at the length inside him.

However as the pace started to pick up he gave that up to focus on breathing instead. As Kuai’s cock slammed into him, he considered how many times the tables had been turned, when Kuai was the one on his knees trying to ride out Hanzo’s desires. Knowing that this was what it felt like? He understood why Kuai was always such a brat now, because god did it feel good being slowly worked down to total submission.

It was like the weirdest and sexiest epiphany he’d ever had in his life.

“What’s it you said me once?” Kuai asked suddenly, thrusting a little harder, “that I was a lot easier to deal with when I’ve got my mouth full and can’t talk back?” The smile was what Hanzo could only describe as pure evil. “I understand what you mean now. You’re a lot more agreeable with a cock in your mouth.”

Hanzo groaned in protest, but it did little more than provide Kuai with extra pleasure from the vibrations.

He could feel his knees start to scuff from the wood below and the bite wound was throbbing. He could feel Kuai’s cock twitch in his mouth, precum spreading around him mouth, but it was clear Kuai was reaching his limit himself.

It was sudden. Kuai pulled out, one hand still gripped Hanzo’s hair while the other went to take hold of his cock. It only took a few strokes for him to cum, aiming directly for Hanzo’s face. Hanzo closed his eyes, scared for the possibility of the cum getting in his eyes. He felt the surprisingly warm fluid splash against his face, dripping down.

When he felt no more being added he opened his eyes again. Kuai was already bending down, undoing the chains and whispering sweet praise at Hanzo. Hanzo didn’t hear it really, his head was still reeling from everything he’d just experienced.

With the chains gone, Kuai pressed a kiss to Hanzo’s cheek and asked “is there anything you need?”

What did he need? He really didn’t know at that moment. He needed to reevaluate his entire life view. He was a dominant man, and he knew he’d always prefer to be the one in complete control. And yet, here he was, absolutely basking in post orgasm clarity from being treated so roughly. Dominant. Submissive. It really didn’t matter anymore, as long as the one he was fucking was Kuai Liang, everything felt so good.

“Earthrealm to Hanzo,” Kuai Liang prompted softly, gently tilting Hanzo’s face towards him. “I haven’t actually fucked your brains out have I?”

Hanzo smirked, before dissolving into a low laugh. “I didn’t think you had that in you.”

“Yes, well,” Kuai started as he threw Hanzo’s arm over his shoulder and began to hoist him up. “I figured you were trying to provoke me.” Hanzo resisted the urge to roll his eyes. Of course Kuai would claim to have known all along and not just let his temper get the better of him. Although, knowing Kuai Liang, it was probably at least partially the truth. There was no denying he was annoyed, but Kuai was far too intelligent for his own good sometimes, there was no way he’d miss that Hanzo was doing it on purpose. “Thought if that was really what you really wanted, that was what I was going to give you.”

“Well, good job on that,” Hanzo said, feeling a strange warmth at the smile on Kuai’s face. He suddenly realised Kuai was guiding him somewhere, and he asked “uh, where are we going?”

“A bath,” Kuai answered, “you didn’t give me an answer so thought it was a good place to start.”

Hanzo hadn’t realised how much he stunk of sweat until that moment. Grimacing as he said “I agree.”

Just before they got to the door of Hanzo’s private bathroom, Kuai looked at him with a questioning look as he said “so, for future reference, is that a side of me you want to see again?”

“Absolutely,” Hanzo answered, his eagerness made Kuai laugh as he went to open to door. Hanzo couldn’t help himself, he reached and gently put a hand around Kuai’s throat and lent into his ear and whispers, “although it’s cute you think you’re ever going to defeat me again.”

Kuai gave him a wry smile, “we shall see about that, Master Hasashi.”

In the end, Hanzo didn’t care which of them won next time. He knew that regardless of who was dominant and who was submissive, he was in for a good time. If he won, he would get back at Kuai for this all tenfold. If Kuai won? Well, he looked forward to seeing how much further he could push the man.

He would be gleefully counting down the days until their next encounter.

#subscorpweek #subscorp #mortal kombat #kuai liang #sub zero #hanzo hasashi #scorpion #🔥❄️subscorp week 2022 #🥀hatefuck

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catgirlmagneto · 2 years ago

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hello bestie. sticks leg up. do u maybe have more aus planned for the gays..... Perhaps....

ohohho hello beloved and esteemed mutual joshriku in fact i DO.

so here's the thing. the SW au brainrot is so real. and i am in so deep now like I literally have two (albeit much shorter) fics planned for after the current one, maybe more. this is totally not what you asked but i need to talk about it anyway or i will become crazy. the next one's gonna be cute and domestic (also probably sad because idk how to write things with a plot that aren't a little angsty) but it'll be basically them relearning how to be in a relationship and cute shit like that. and perhaps.... marriage??? ;) and then i want to do one where i can introduce a certain character as well as tie up the loose ends from the darksaber plot i set up in the original multichapter fic. chekovs gun... sadbigchungus on ao3's darksaber....

also I am very much a hoe for the idea of rogue in the star wars universe. rogue as a force-sensitive, rogue in some cool star wars outfit. and her bounty hunter/pirate/all around cool guy boyfriend, gambit. so maybe i'll do a quick oneshot to incorporate them into the universe as well. like i said, the brain rot is real.

BUT ALSO

i've had this idea floating around (no outline or anything yet) BUT. basically it pisses me off that in every 'dancer/stripper/ that sort of genre of AU, it's always a very slutty charles and then erik who is all buttoned up. hellO. did we.... do we know the same character. erik magnus dramatic ass bitch lehnsherr we have all seen his outfits and tall gogo boots and how much of an attention whore he is and STILL. no one is letting him fuck it up on the pole!!

male stripper/dancer erik, tweedy professor charles who accidentally meets him at someone's bachelorette party as a joke, then next runs into him as keynote speaker on a pretty small mutant rights protest on campus bc it turns out his day job (not rly a job my man doesn't get paid it's ok tho) is being involved in the radical mutant movement.

and in my head he's also got all the kiddos, the twins and lorna at least and maybe an older teenage anya as well. taken care of when dad's at work at night by cool neighbor and basically nocturnal fashion designer emma frost, who keeps an eye (and a telepathic eye) out for any trouble so erik doesn't need a sitter bc he can't afford one. in exchange he helps her with any metal parts in her designs since she uses diamonds and rocks and stuff so she needs things to set them in.

anyway the au isn't really baked in my head in terms of an actual plot, but I've got a few disconnected scenes floating around in my little noggin. charles is definitely in his wheelchair because i am also kind of mad at all the fics where it's a modern au but people are too cowardly to let him be disabled. anyway rapid fire! charles is like 'god why is he so hot but also so politically opposed to me i cannot stand it' but he CAN stand it because sparks fly! charles is a bitch and loves arguing! erik brings him coffee at work and is starstruck by his gay little wire frame glasses and has to excuse himself so he doesn't become a hot mess. charles comes over for dinner or smth and meets the kids. idk.

so that's what i might write next. anyways i hope u liked my ramble peace n love

#this turned out so long. oopsie #anyways. i love them. so much.#cherik au #charles xavier #xmen #cherik #cherik star wars au #magneto #erik lehnsherr #my writing

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thatsallotadamage · 4 years ago

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Touma is autistic y'all can't change my mind.

Aight so starting this thing off by saying I hate how the fandom portrays him and how his defining characteristic is that he pees himself when he was a kid and talks way to much. For my sanity we wont bring about saiki k pisscourse on this amino.

1: info dumping! He is incredibly smart and aside from the Saiki brothers is probably the smartest character in the show. He talks on end about how he notices little things and comes go convulsions that he is usually right about . He doesn't pick up on the social cue of when to stop talking and has to be told to do so.

2: "not reading the room" he often makes people uncomfortable and doesn't realize when hes being rude. Like in the manga he explained Aiura's fashion sense as something along the lines of "slutty" and didnt understand why she magog so mad at him. If anyone can find this strip let me know.

3: how observant of literally everything he is. That's his whole point, he was Saiki's first friend and figured out he was a Psychic from all the things he did. He figures out everyones characteristic really easily too.

Anyone else share this hc?

#touma akechi #saiki kusuo #saiki k #the disastrous life of saiki k.#saiki kusuo no ψ nan

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luci-in-trenchcoats · 4 years ago

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The Boss From Hell

Summary: After Hell rose up under the rule of Boyking Sam and took over the earth, the reader has found herself working for Hell Corp and trying to be as productive an employee as possible to save herself from death. When she gets a call to meet with Sam himself though, he has a new job for her, one involving seducing his demon brother...

Pairing: Demon!Dean x reader

Word Count: 3,700ish

Warnings: language, threats, smut, angst

A/N: Enjoy!

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“Y/N. Sam would like to see you in his office,” said your boss, Todd. You swallowed, frozen in your seat. “Sweetie the longer you take the bigger odds he kills more slowly.”

“Right,” you said with a nod. “Um I’m almost wrapped up with the Johnson file but it’s final touches on the charts if you can do that after I’m, you know, dead.”

“Of course. I look forward to working together with you as a demon again,” he said. You swallowed and stood, Todd smiling. “All you humans are always so concerned about that. Trust me, this is better.”

“Looking forward...to it,” you said as you left your cubicle. Todd rubbed your shoulder before you went down the hall and out to the elevators. You were barely able to press the button down without shaking like a leaf. The doors shut quickly and you went down to the ground floor, quickly rushing over to a pair of large wooden doors where two demons in suits waited outside. They opened the doors for you and you forced yourself to step into the room.

It was no office. It had a lone chair and smelled faintly of blood. The doors shut behind you and you felt a presence close by.

“Y/N, isn’t it?” said Sam, his voice coming from directly to your right. He had a dark smile on his face as he walked in front of you.

“Yes sir,” you said as you lowered your head. He leaned down to get at your height and you shut your eyes.

“You think I’m going to kill you?” he asked. You nodded once and he laughed. “Well I do have a habit of doing that to most humans that come in here. I hear good things about you. Your bosses take credit for all of your work naturally but I know who puts in the long hours and does the real work. I’m quite impressed.”

“Thank you sir,” you said. He grabbed your chin and you looked up, Sam smiling back at you.

“I also know that you used your job here to help your human family. I don’t mind a rule broken here or there. You do work for Hell after all,” he said. He dropped your face and straightened himself up. “I’d like to promote you.”

“Oh, that’s very kind of you, sir,” you said. Sam smirked and you frowned.

“This isn’t an office job. You’re familiar with the resistance group known as W?” he asked. You nodded, used to seeing them all over the news. “My brother leads it. He’s...annoying. I’ve struggled to get a mole into his group for years. I feel as though you might be the one to help me change that.”

“Sir?”

“I want you to go undercover and gather intelligence for me.”

“Sir I thought…” you trailed off as he stared at you.

“Speak your mind. This only works if you tell me everything after all,” he smiled. You swallowed and nodded.

“I thought your brother was...a demon. A Knight of Hell,” you said.

“He is. He’s my second in command which is precisely why I want you to substantiate these rumors for me. Use any means necessary. Sex tends to work with him,” he said.

“You want me to have sex with a demon?” you asked, Sam releasing a booming laugh.

“Oh you’re so adorable. I want you to do whatever the fuck you have to in order to get close. The demon version of him is a little...slutty so use that to your advantage,” he said.

“Okay?” you said.

“You’re dismissed,” he said. He started to walk away and you opened your mouth. “Do not make me ask twice.”

You quickly left and went back to your cubicle, Todd surprised to see you still alive and human.

“Hey! You didn’t die! That’s good! Was this about the promotion I mentioned for you,” he smiled. “I bet it was.”

“Yeah,” you said wit a nod. “I um, got a promotion. I’m not working under you anymore though. Sorry.”

“Nah, it’s alright kid. You’re gonna do great things in upper management,” he said. “You mind finishing up that last report for me before you go?”

“Yeah, sure thing, Todd.”

You sighed as you stepped in front of your closet mirror that night. Sam had texted you some more information on Dean. You weren’t to come into work anymore unless he asked you to. You were a simple human now that had plenty of cash and resources and didn’t give a fuck about anything.

You spun around and winced at the shirt you had on. The backless shirt you had on. The last time you’d worn it was on a girls night to the club and you’d had an amazing time. But that was fun and a simple little backseat quickie with a handsome guy. This felt like you were selling your body.

“If I don’t go, he’s gonna torture me and kill me. If I do...I might get really hot sex and I might get to be safe from bad shit. Okay. Okay. I’m having sex with a demon tonight. I can’t believe I just said that but it’s happening. Okay. Here we go. Let’s do this. Let us do this,” you said, making a face. “Ah, why’d I have to be good at my job. Fuck.”

You took a deep breath and put on a pair of five inch heels, hair and makeup already done.

“Fuck me, fuck me, fuck me,” you said as you headed out to the club known for hosting demons.

“Two shots of vodka and an old fashioned,” you said at the bar thirty minutes later. The demon behind the bar nodded and you felt the eyes on your back. Lots and lots of black eyes in meat suits on your back. You threw back the shots once you got them, chugging the old fashioned before you got another.

“Rough day, princess?” asked a demon in a suit. He ran a finger up your spine and you narrowed your eyes.

“I don’t think princess said to touch,” said a voice. You turned your head and recognized the red shirt immediately. Dean Winchester, Knight of Hell and Sam’s righthand man. “Get lost.”

The demon took off and you got your drink, sipping it slowly as Dean came to lean back against the bar next to you.

“You know this is a demon bar, don’t you, sweetheart?” he asked.

“I ain’t your sweetheart. Sweetheart,” you said. You drank half your glass before you set it down. He smirked and picked it up, finishing it off. “That was mine.”

“I’ll buy you another one,” he said. He waved his finger and two shots of brown liquor were in front of you quickly. “You want to have tonight sweetheart?”

“Oh, you might be the Knight of Hell but I ain’t your typical girl,” you said. You took your shot in your hand and he smirked as he picked his up.

“I’ve heard it before. Let’s see if you live up to the hype,” he said. “Cheers.”

“Cheers, demon boy,” you said, clanking your glasses together.

“Another round. I like this one.”

“I said down,” you growled thirty minutes later in the room above the bar. You bit at his neck and rolled your hips, Dean thrusting up into you as you sucked his skin hard. “I. Said. Stay. The. Fuck. Still.”

He groaned as he released himself in you, your walls squeezing him, his tip hitting your g-spot and giving you a nice, deep orgasm. You kissed his marked up skin as you moved a few more times, smirking as you sat up. His hickey disappeared and he smiled, laughing to himself.

“Wow. You are not like other human girls,” he said.

“Demon or not, a bottom loves an in charge top,” you said. “Now I think it’s time you cleaned up the mess you made.”

You slid off of him and crawled up the bed, settling yourself over his face. He immediately starting eating you out, his tongue swirling and diving deep. You came quickly and he licked up your juices until you were sure there was nothing left.

“Good demon,” you said as you rolled off of him. He sat up on his elbows as you walked over to get dressed.

“Y/N,” he said. You tensed. You hadn’t told him your name. You looked over your shoulder and his smile seemed...sad almost. “Marcy’s 30th birthday. You went out with your friends. We uh, we had some fun in my car.”

“Blue flannel guy,” you said as it came back to you. “Wait, were you a demon-”

“No,” he chuckled darkly. “That improvement came later. Something about you in that shirt I can’t resist apparently, human or demon.”

“I live in town if you’re ever…”

“Looking for a fuck?” he asked. “I don’t have too hard of a time getting those.”

“There’s a difference between a fuck and a good fuck. How am I batting so far?” you winked.

“Two for two,” he said with a smirk. “Why’s a nice human girl like you in a place like this? I remember the hot sex. I remember the backseat cuddling too.”

“The demons are in charge, Dean. Hell won. I want to be on the winning side of this thing. You guys tend to fuck better too so there’s that.”

“The boyking is in charge. He’s the one to worry about,” he said.

“Isn’t he your boss?”

“I suppose. Change the guy’s diapers and this is how I’m repaid. Fucking vice president of this shit hole,” he said.

“Well, you’re hotter,” you said.

“He’d kill you for that you know. I should kill you for insulting him like that,” he said.

“Okay,” you said. He got out of bed and you stared up at him when he walked in front of you. “You’re still hotter.”

“He gets a lot of credit for being smart. Most everyone’s always thought he was more intelligent. I mean how obvious was he trying to send a mole after me?” he said. You didn’t move a muscle and Dean brushed your hair behind your ear. “Your only give away was getting out of bed and not trying to cuddle. I can’t blame you for that.”

“There’s no point in me trying to lie, is there,” you said.

“No, not really,” he said.

“Please kill me quickly,” you said. You shut your eyes and swallowed. “Please.”

“I think you’re going to come home with me and we’ll decide the answer to that. Get dressed. Now.”

Twenty minutes later Dean was leading you by the arm into a relatively normal looking home. He cut through the house and over to a kitchen table, dragging a chair out and setting it in the middle of the room. You sat down, Dean grabbing another one and swiveling it around to face you. He straddled it and sat down, lifting up a finger. He pointed it at you and curled it, your arms tight by your side.

“Understand?” he said. You nodded and the pressure came off of you. You set your hands in your lap, Dean looking you up and down. “I can’t blame you. Your options were agree to be a mole or death. It’s not really a choice at that point. He kills his loyal followers most slowly too I’m sure you’ve heard.”

You stared at him and he smiled.

“How about we come to a...similar agreement,” he said. You shut your eyes and he chuckled.

“You feed Sammy whatever information I tell you to and I will allow you to continue to live,” he said.

“Not much choice there either,” you said quietly.

“Do you know where he gets his powers from? Demon blood. Guess who’s blood he likes the most,” said Dean. He wiped his thumb over his forearm and you saw a scar appear. “I am sick of being his blood bank.”

“It keeps you weak, doesn’t it,” you said. “It’s why he does it. It’s why you haven’t challenged him.”

“Perceptive aren’t you,” he said. You knew he respected strength and you were valuable to him now. You stood up and he watched you carefully. You walked past him and felt a pressure keeping your arms by your sides but that was it. You could move forward, you could turn your head.

“You’re more than weak,” you said. He growled but you took a step forward and another, only stopping when his hand caught your arm. “I find it hard to imagine that the Knight of Hell gets that much power zapped when some blood gets taken from him. You’re weaker than the lowest level demon.”

“He did something to me. Now who’s side do you think I’m on? Demons? Or yours?”

“What’d he do.” He rolled his eyes and you shrugged him off. “Maybe I can help.”

“I am barely demon. He made me harmless. I keep him fed and that’s all I am anymore. He thought I was going to fuck him over. Well his big fuck up was nearly changing me back. Fuck him and fuck the demons. I’m gonna be in charge.”

“Are you going to end the world or just play dirty in it?” you asked. He smirked and raised his chin.

“You know I’m not as bad as him. I’m the lesser of two evils. You...want to help me. Oh, that’s even better than I thought. Shit, I could turn you in and probably get him to back off of me,” he said. You held your ground and he nodded. “Good. You know I was bluffing.”

“We can help each other,” you said. He rested a hand on your hip and gave it a squeeze. “I’m not your personal slut.”

“Understood. No reason we can’t indulge in a little fun while we work together though,” he said. He moved his hand aside and nodded. “I assume you want something for this.”

“What?”

“What do you want? Money? Power?”

“I don’t want to be afraid anymore. Everyone is always so afraid of what the demons will do to us. If you’re in charge, you and the other demons can play in our world but this is a human world again. Understand?”

“If my brother goes bye bye, Hell will go back to as it was. I swear on my soul,” he smirked.

“Alright then,” you said.

“Well, now that we got the dirty talk out of the way, how about I make you come screaming my name again?”

“How about you go upstairs, edge yourself and tomorrow when I come back, maybe I’ll be nice and let you get off,” you said.

“As you wish,” he said. “Don’t bother locking up. Nobody steals from us.”

“Dean,” you said as he headed upstairs. “Don’t fuck me over on this.”

“He’s not Sam anymore. I like you a hell of a lot more than him right now,” he said. “Wear something you don’t mind me tearing to shreds when you come by tomorrow.”

“We’ll see, demon boy.”

You swallowed as you followed Dean up to his bedroom the next night. You’d spent the day researching and understood what Sam had done to make him barely demon as he put it. One more shot of the right kind of blood and he’d be human.

“Y/N,” said Dean as he stepped aside and you saw a large bed. He grabbed your clutch and opened it, frowning when he pulled out the syringe of blood. “What exactly were you going to do with this? I thought we had an understanding.”

“You can help me. If you’re human then I know for sure you’re-”

“If I’m human, he knows it’s me. He knows it’s you. He’ll destroy us both. I am so much more valuable as a demon and this? This causes trust issues, sweetheart.” He snapped the syringe in his hand and you tried to take a step back, Dean slamming the door shut with his finger. “Here’s what’s gonna happen. I’m in charge and if you don’t like that, too fucking bad. Understand?”

“Yes,” you said. He walked until your back hit the door, a dark smile on his face as he peered down at you.

“Now how about-Fuck!” he shouted as you stabbed the syringe from your back pocket into his leg. You ran past him and over to a bathroom door, Dean falling down to the floor and clutching his body. He passed out and you looked around, Dean coming around quicker than you were expecting. You ran over and took out the pair of restraints from your pocket and put them on his wrists. Dean groaned as you tugged them taught and stepped back. He got up to his knees, black eyes staring at you that dissipated into deep green ones.

He shook his head out and took a few breaths, squeezing his eyes shut momentarily.

“Y/N? From the car?” he said. He looked around and down at his wrists. “What the hell is going on?”

“You don’t remember a thing?” you asked. He shook his head and swallowed. “What do you remember?”

“Sammy was...that can’t be real,” he said. “None of that is real.”

“Dean, your brother is the boyking of Hell and he rules not only Hell but earth too,” you said. He shook his head and you stepped closer. “You were a demon. I turned you human just now. Sam made you demon but kept you only kinda demon I guess for your blood. You sounded like you wanted to help and I’m sorry but you were too dangerous as a demon to work with.”

“What do you mean boyking?” asked Dean. You sighed and pulled out your phone, Dean’s breath hitching as you showed him the articles about your demon overlords. “This can’t be happening.”

“It is. I need your help. I know you hunted monsters. I need you to hunt this monster down with me.”

“You mean my brother,” said Dean. You nodded and leaned down, Dean holding out his hands. “Let me go. Please.”

“Are you going to tell Sam?” you asked.

“You have no idea what you just did,” he said. “This mark? On my arm? Eventually, I’m gonna lose it and I’m gonna kill anything in my way.”

“Then we get it off.”

“There is no getting it off. The only way to get it off is if somebody else takes it from me,” he said. “You can’t trust me as a human.”

“Are you kidding me? I just risked my life to save you.” He sighed and snapped the plastic ties, shakily getting to his feet. You stepped back and he held up a hand.

“We got some time before I go ballistic. Probably a few months. If we can get this thing off my arm...somehow...we might have a chance.”

“Then let’s get that off your arm,” you said. He nodded and smiled at you. “What?”

“I always had a good feeling about you was all. Let’s get out of-” he said as you heard a creak down the hall. You both looked out the bedroom door and saw Sam there.

“Y/N, Y/N...I should have known you’d be drawn to him. Now I have to kill him,” said Sam.

“Sammy, don’t,” said Dean, Sam suddenly by his side and snapping something. Dean dropped to the floor and you backed into a wall.

“Give him a minute. He’ll wake up all demon again real soon. This time, he’ll do as told,” said Sam. “He’s very...pliable when he first comes into his new life.”

“Pliable my ass,” said Dean as he yanked Sam down to the floor. Sam grunted and you dove into the bathroom, a lot of smashing and crashing going on in the bedroom. It went quiet and you swallowed when you heard footsteps. You looked up, Dean staring down at you, his eyes narrowed. “You followed the plan very well. I knew Sam was watching and he did exactly as expected.”

“Is he dead?” you asked.

“No. He’s going to detox now and when he’s done, he’ll be a simple little human,” said Dean. “As for our, arrangement...your family and friends are safe. Demon corp is no more.”

“Okay,” you said with a nod, wondering how the hell you were going to help either one of them now. Sam sounded like he was screwed but you knew deep down it wasn’t his fault. He was manipulated and you couldn’t blame him for that entirely. Dean, well him you just needed some blood and then you’d have time to get the mark off of him.

“Pack a bag,” he said. You raised an eyebrow and smirked as he squatted down. “I like loyalty. You’re loyal to me, aren’t you, Y/N?”

“I’m still not your slut,” you said.

“Didn’t say you were,” he said. “And I said pack a bag.”

“Why?”

“Because you just gave me Hell. I’m gonna give you whatever you want as my second in command.”

“Excuse me?”

“I feel like this is going to be the start of a great relationship, sweetheart,” he said as he flashed you a wink. “Don’t you? I’ll be by your place in an hour whether you’re ready or not.”

He walked out and you took a deep breath, closing your eyes.

“Well shit.”

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oh-for-fic-sake · 3 years ago

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I have a 2 hour break rn and nothing to do so I might as well spread the horny😆

🧚🏻‍♀️✨Bippity boppity bow chicka wow oww! You’ve been visited by the Shameless Hoe Fairy, and now you must share a thirsty thot about one of your favorite fictional babes. Go on and spread those shameless hoe vibes and your legs 😘❤️

Omg yes! 😈😈😈 (lowkey unsure what to write headcannon? Oneshot? Idea? So just did a little drabble of slutty dreams

Warnings: adult situations 18+, mentions of bondage, sounding, pegging, femdom, mommy!dom, swearing, consensual noncon, mommy kink,

So err 🥺👉👈 i want to top geralt

Tagging the smut babes: @infinite-shite @captainsy-cookiemonster @spazzymamahenrylover @thelastsock @iloveyouyen @littlefreya @mary-ann84 @libbymouse @wolvesandhoundshowltogether @the-soot-sprite @foodieforthoughts @inlovewithhisblueeyes @viking-raider @sif-the-tsunami @luna-aestas @blakerogue @sillyrabbit81 @nuggsmum @littlebirdofrivia @hisangelicdemon @fivequartersoftheorange @pussyverson @a-little-counter-esperanto @zealoushound @amberangel112 @starstruckkittyangel @angryschnauzer

Enjoy!

Geralt snarled to you trying to naw and snap his fanged jaw at the bindings like a wild beast. The sight made you chuckle, poor little witcher caught like a fly in your expertly spun web.

"Do you regret it now boy?" You hummed looking at the witcher spread out, a feast for the eyes, arms above his head and legs spread wide so wide his feet hung over the sides of the bed. He looked funny in a way, snapping his teeth at magical invisible bindings.

"Im not your fucking boy!" He bellowed pupils contracting dangerously as he glowered at you.

"Oh? Is that so?" You hummed stepping closer to his side locking eyes with him for a few seconds before leaning down letting you hair drape around you like a curtain of silk.

"But wasnt it you who called me mommy the other night? Begged and pleaded with me to fuck you because 'im a good boy i swear'" you mimicked him with a smirk and giggled as his cheeks reddened and he looked away embarrassed by his slip up the other night.

"F-fuck you! Witch! There was a spell o-or somthing!" He hissed still enraged but bashfull. He so desperately wanted to frighten you into backing off so he could redress and bolt, hightail it out of town and never ever seek you out again.

"Nope, no spell just good old fashioned lust my boy~" you uttered bopping him on the nose and then drew a line to just behinde on of his ears, finding the soft spot theat drew strange pleading mewls from the huge wolf like man.

He panted and hissed before letting out a shallow moan as you tickled behind the ear with your nail before pressing harder leaving a small scratch behinde. His reaction was immediate hips jolting, eyes closed as his arms tensed. The log between his thighs twitching to lift with a light bounce, jumping awake.

"Now lets play for a while hmm? Can you do that? Play nicely with your new mommy. If you do I might even milk my good little boy~" you mused out loud with a sly smile as his head snapped to you with a frown.

"M-milk?" Geralt whined before swallowing as if trying to take back the weak pitiful one word question.

"Oh dear?! Geralt my boy have you never been milked before? Such a sweet boy! Here its simple really~"you huffed laughing patting his torso above his cock making it jump again, as if trying to seek you out all on its own.

"Im going to sit between your legs right here~" you purred crawling over one huge thigh and sat yourself between his legs grinding on the mans muscles subtly as you moved across him settling with your knees pressing his thighs apart keeping the hot skin against your clothes legs.

"And then i'll toy with you, tug and stretch, tickle your soft velvety skin untill your noce and thick and ready~" you breathed out moving over him slowly grasping his thickening cock and began to lightly tease him, gently and slowly massaging him to life.

"And then i will take this thin little silver tubey, this thing here see?" You said holding the tiny slim straw like tube for him to see. It was silver and around eight inches long and very very thin.

"And thats going to pop right inside and reach the bottom and this little hole here?" You tried explaining as you drew a light line down his chest with the tube watching his eyes widen in a panicked arousal as he tried to imagine where such a thing was going to go.

"I-inside? Where?!" He cried out in a very un-geralt like manner. You hushed him giggling at him, you'd read his mind. You knew what he truly wanted and he would deny himself this experience no more.

"Inside here silly boy~ your bottom could probably bend it" you uttered quickly tapping the tip on the metal sounding straw to the crown of his cock, nudging the small hole. Geralt drew a deep whiny breath and let his head flop back on the bed. You smiled, that was his secret wish. He wanted to try the peculiar but was worried about asking, he didnt want to be thought lesser for wanting a woman to explore him. To control him.

"But this little straw is going to let you drain for the entire time i play with you~ you wont be able to hold back a single drop" you continued speaking in a hushed tone trying to calm him somewhat and not feed the tiny panic you felt from him.

"And when your ready to cum, just there on the brink of gushing you'll have to beg. Im going to make you beg me- beg your new mommy to cum. And when i allow you to cum, you will and then we can start all over again untill im sure my boy is all tuckered out and completely empty..." you hummed leaning down to his face nuzzling his jaw chuckling and kissing him as you hands moved over his cock pumping him in deliriously slow strokes.

"But not for long~ i have a few other special toys for my little man tonight, tell me have you ever had something up your bottom befpre? Or is your bard strictly a bottom?" You teased knowing full well this witcher was a big alpha male who would most certainly not let his bard fuck him. You wasnt entirely sure it could work anyway, jaskier was puny! You dought he could reach!

"Why?! Why are you doing this?!" He uttered breathlessly as your hand moved over him faster, forcing him to grunt and hiss, bucking into the tight fist wrapped around him.

"I told you when we first shared a room. If we do this your mine. Completely and utterly mine, i also said i will give you what you truly want" you announced referring to your first time a few weeks ago. The moment you'd snuck the witcher into your room and ravished him. The rules being uttered between kisses as you both stripped. He could have you but you also got to have him, you could keep him and love him and own him if he got this one night to fuck you into the mattress. Since then you'd been sneaking into each others bedrolls after deciding to travel together.

"And you want to be owned and dominated. You want to be weak and powerless." You listed off the things you'd seen whilst peeking into his mind during sex, the wants and needs that aligned with your own. You were two sides of a coin.

"You want a mommy to take care of you~" you finally whispered before latching your teeth onto his lip, sucking the delicate skin before releasing with a wet pop.

"And thats exactly what you'll get, now stop your squirming before i roll you over and redden that glorious pert bottom of yours before anything else. Be a good boy for me"" you growled with finality before pulling back from him, he chased you as far as he could still wanting to taste your lips but huffed collapsing back giving into his forbidden desires fluttering his eyes shut and muttering under his breath just loud enough for you to hear..

"Yes mommy, i'll be good"

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