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Konig and his therapist?👉🏻👈🏻
Sin Sunday
Unethical
I fell asleep in the middle of writing this LISTEN ITS FINE
Pairing| König x gn!reader Rating| E Word Count| ~500 Kinks/Content/Warning| Exceptionally unethical behavior on the part of the reader, can be read as PiV or PiA depending on your preference
This is so wrong. You know it is. You never thought you’d be one of the people who do this.
You’re risking your job. Hell, you’re risking your career, your license, your reputation. Everything you’ve spent your whole life working for- woosh! Down the drain just like that.
And if the other shoe ever drops, you’ll be unable to blame anyone other than yourself. You know better.
But nothing has ever felt as right as König’s body above yours.
It’d be sweet if the man was crooning in German in your ear, but given his impressive stature you’re treated to an unobstructed view of his very impressive torso that obstructs your ability to see anything else.
What’s less sweet and more feral is the way he’s got your knees folded up to your ears, pounding away at you like it’s the only time he’ll ever have access between your legs (it should be- hell, none of this should have happened to begin with).
The rather sturdy desk rocks with each cant of his hips as he hits that certain spot inside you that has your eyes rolling and your mind melting out of your ears.
God you don’t even care if you get caught at this point. “Feels so good- please don’t stop,” you praise and beg at once.
He lurches above you at that- the praise shooting right down his spine at your words.
You can’t even say you’re surprised. So many military men have such complexes about being eager to please and no outlet where that desire is acknowledged or praised.
König doesn’t get a cookie for following orders or doing his job out on the field. It is expected. And given his prominent rise to his current position, the pressure has only increased and without any sort of acknowledgment of the fact that he is a person and occasionally would benefit from being told he’s doing a good job.
He’s nothing but a dog desperate for a scratch behind the ears and a reassurance he’s a good boy.
He practically melts under your hands- your touches, your words. “Yes,” you encourage, nails scratching at his back, “right there!”
König has the size and stature to knock the air out from your lungs with each thrust, making your head fuzzy with lust as you’re reduced to your most basic form.
Your orgasm isn’t a surprise in the slightest but the intensity catches you off guard. You clamp your own hand over your mouth to stifle the embarrassing cries that want to escape you.
Lying limp on your desk, now you’re little more than a breathing fleshlight- something for him to use, to chase for his own pleasure.
The pace of his thrusts change, and God you wish you had the energy to make him wringe one more orgasm out of you. It’s obvious the way his focus shifts from pleasing you to using your body for his own pleasure. It’s hot as hell, ethics aside.
When he stiffens and groans in climax, broken muttered German words fall from his lips freely (if you had any idea what he was saying, your eyebrows would reach so far up they’d reach your forehead. Someone has a mouth on him.)
It feels wrong.
This is a mistake and you know it.
And yet, as he dresses and zips his pants and puts that hood back on, somehow he’s got the nerve to be bashful as he asks you “Same time next week?”
#this man could fold me in half and Id let him ¯\_(ツ)_/¯#könig x reader#cod x gn!reader#könig x you#my writing#sin sunday#look at me doing a thing in a reasonable time#i have hopes of getting to the other things in my inbox weeeeee
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Sin Sunday Open Starter
"I'm getting undressed."
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Hiya! So in some other part of tumblr Sunday is a Sinday - with this in mind, give us a random naughty headcanon for EC?
Ohhhhh 👀 it’s usually silly sunday with ec but here below the cut 😏
Kevin’s oral fixation is so intense he’d be the type to moan while giving oral, as much as receiving it
Pascal is the known throat goat ™ and the male prostitute per the band in the early days, so I’m convinced the baby face and the tongue out is just an act. He’s the one who initiates group orgies (redundant, you know what i mean)
Daniel is the real closet freak. Beware of the silent guy. Ass up, face down pushed in the mattress right after the show to get rid of of the adrenaline? Yes.
David, our beloved himbo. My headcanon is that he’s the most vocal / open about liking ass play.
Dan. Yeah, yeah. The band’s dom ™. You know what? I don’t think he’s that much of a kinky dude, he’s probably just either veeeeeery intense or playful depending his mood. He’ll be all sweet while getting a blow job and something will click and he’llpull the hair of the person on their knees.
Nico is 100% master of dirty talk. He’s got a short temper, he needs control, and he needs to prove himself. If that means fucking someone while telling them they’re not gonna have anything better and miss his cock, so be it.
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you know what time it is
happy sinful sunday, cassie ❤️🔥
And happy Sinful Sunday to you as well, Jonno!! 💖
And as for these pics
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Bakugo being a porn streamer (for Sinful Sunday)
Warnings: smut with plot, rough smut, pussy fingering and eating, cunnilingus, missionary, creampie, fem!reader, male masturbation, squirting, public sex, only fans & pornhub mentions, porn stream, Bakugo has OnlyFans account
A/N: this request got the second highest number of votes during the Sinful Sunday poll I held over a week ago. Thank you to everyone who voted!
SINFUL SUNDAY MY HERO ACADEMIA MASTERLIST - PART II
The cityscape glowed like a thousand gems scattered across a dark velvet blanket, each light a testament to the life teeming below.
Katsuki Bakugo strode through the bustling streets, the remnants of his patrol echoing in the satisfied murmurs of bystanders he had saved earlier. His fiery eyes scanned the horizon, mind already drifting to the solace awaiting him at home.
Reaching the sleek, modern building that housed his penthouse, Bakugo nodded curtly to the doorman and made his way to the private elevator. As the doors closed, he allowed a small, rare smile to touch his lips.
It had been a good day — no major catastrophes, no near-death experiences. Just another day of being the best hero the world had ever seen.
The elevator chimed softly as it reached the top floor.
Bakugo stepped into his luxurious apartment, the space a perfect blend of modernity and comfort. Floor-to-ceiling windows offered a breathtaking view of the city, and plush furnishings invited him to relax. He shed his hero gear with practiced efficiency, revealing the chiseled body beneath — one that had become almost as famous as his explosive quirk.
Padding barefoot across the cool hardwood floors, Bakugo headed to the kitchen and grabbed a bottle of water from the fridge. He took a long drink, his thoughts wandering to his evening plans.
It had started as a joke, really — a whim born from boredom and pure curiosity. One night, he had filmed himself getting off, his muscular body glistening with sweat, his deep, guttural moans echoing in the silent room. On a lark, he had uploaded the video to his old Pornhub, expecting nothing in particular.
To his surprise, the video had gone viral. Within days, he had amassed thousands of fans, all clamoring for more. At first, Bakugo was amused. Then intrigued. And finally, he saw an opportunity. He was a hot man — he knew that. And if people wanted to watch him, if it made them happy and he enjoyed it too, then why not?
With the success of his initial video, Bakugo had created an OnlyFans account, eager to capitalize on his newfound popularity. It had been an instant hit. Fans flocked to his page, eager to pay for the privilege of seeing him in more intimate, exclusive settings. The subscriptions rolled in, and Bakugo found himself enjoying the attention, the adoration. It was a different kind of thrill, but a thrill nonetheless.
Bakugo set the water bottle down and made his way to his bedroom. The room was dominated by a large, king-sized bed draped in dark, luxurious linens. A camera was set up on a tripod in one corner, pointed directly at the bed. He moved with confidence, stripping off his clothes and tossing them aside. Naked, he admired his reflection in the full-length mirror. His body was a testament to years of rigorous training — every muscle defined, every inch a work of art.
With practiced ease, Bakugo positioned himself on the bed, adjusting the camera angle until he was satisfied. He grabbed a small remote from the nightstand and turned on the camera. The red light blinked to life, and he took a deep breath, letting the anticipation build. This was his stage, his audience waiting eagerly on the other side of the screen.
He opened his laptop, navigating to his OnlyFans account. With a few clicks, he started a live stream, watching as the viewer count began to climb rapidly. The chat box exploded with messages, fans greeting him eagerly, their excitement palpable even through the screen.
"Hey, fucking perverts," he greeted, his voice low and rough, tinged with the cocky confidence that had made him a hero. "It's your favorite pro hero, back for another round."
He ran a hand down his chest, fingers tracing the hard lines of his abs. He knew exactly what his fans wanted, what they craved. And he was more than happy to give it to them. His hand continued its descent, skimming over the taut skin until it reached his cock. Already semi-hard, it twitched in his grasp, responding to his touch.
Bakugo leaned back against the pillows, spreading his legs slightly to give the camera a better view. He stroked himself slowly at first, his grip firm but teasing. He knew how to build the anticipation, how to draw it out until he was practically vibrating with need. "You like what you see?" he growled, eyes locked on the camera as if he could see his fans watching. "Bet you wish you could touch me, huh? Feel how hard I am for you, little perverts?"
The chat box lit up with eager responses, fans egging him on, praising his body, his performance.
God, you're so hot!
I've been waiting all day for this.
Take it slow, Dynamight, make it last!
His eyes scanned the comments, searching for one particular username: sweet_daisyxxx. Amid the flood of adoring messages, he spotted it.
sweet_daisyxxx: You look amazing tonight, Katsuki
A rush of heat surged through him at the sight of your comment. He smirked, a new surge of energy coursing through him. His hand moved faster, strokes becoming more insistent. Pleasure coiled in his belly, hot and demanding. He was stroking his cock from base to tip, picturing you moaning his name.
For Bakugo, starting an OnlyFans account had been a natural progression from his initial success on Pornhub. He'd always had a hard time settling down, despite his status as a pro hero and his undeniable attractiveness. His standards were high — too high, perhaps — and no woman had ever met all his requirements. His relationships invariably ended in one-night stands, fleeting and unsatisfying.
He had begun to find solace in the digital realm, exploring the myriad of content creators on OnlyFans. He followed the accounts of the girls he found hot, drawn to their beauty and charisma. It was a distraction, an addiction of sorts, but one he didn't mind. It filled a void that real-life encounters couldn't, offering a tantalizing escape from the pressures of heroism.
Then he came across your account. It was different from the rest. Yes, you were a camgirl yourself, you had a beautiful body, a captivating presence, but what set you apart was your approach. You didn't reveal everything, always touching yourself through the thin material of your lacy panties, always keeping your face off the camera, maintaining an air of mystery and intrigue while you played with yourself. Your streams were a mix of sensuality and intellect as you were trying to engage your small but dedicated follower count in discussions about literature, history, fashion, and the changing world. You were a tease, undoubtedly, but it was your depth that held him captive. Bakugo lingered on your page longer than he intended, entranced by your intelligence and charm. Your body was a work of art, but it was your mind that ensnared him. Not to mention you happened to be his biggest fan.
sweet_daisyxxx: Those muscles look even better up close. You're incredible, Katsuki
His eyes flicked back to the chat, watching as your other comments rolled in.
sweet_daisyxxx: That growl you made just now? So hoooot, oh Gosh... Don't stop
Bakugo was incredibly turned on, imagining the taste and feel of licking your cunny. Even though he had never truly seen your pussy, the lingerie you wore on your streams left little to the imagination, perfectly outlining the curves of your folds. He couldn't help but think your pussy must be the prettiest one. What sounds would you make riding his tongue? Where would you want him to cum? On your face? Mouth? Tits? Maybe you would want him to save it for your pussy?
sweet_daisyxxx: Wish I could be there to touch you, feel every inch of you
His breath hitched, the sensation sending sparks of pleasure through his body. He could feel himself getting close, the familiar tension building with every stroke. His fans loved it when he talked dirty, loved the way he lost control on camera. And tonight, he was more than willing to give them a show. "Shit, I'm so close," he groaned, head falling back against the pillows. "You want to see me come undone, don't you? You want to watch me lose it for you?" His hips thrust faster into his rough palm.
He worked on his dick energetically, holding his balls tight in his free hand, squeezing them from time to time. He moaned from the pleasure radiating from his throbbing dick. He could almost hear his fans' reactions, the collective intake of breath, the eager anticipation. And that thought pushed him over the edge. With a final, desperate thrust, he came, his seed hot and sticky over his hand and stomach. It gushed and bubbled through the wet tip of his throbbing dick, leaving a slick trail on his toned abs as he continued to thrust into his clenched fist. Spurt, spurt. The sensation seemed endless. Katsuki's breath hitched with relief, and his hips finally began to slow. Though his balls were drained, they kept clenching, desperate to empty every last drop of his cum. His head rolled back, mouth hanging open as he panted through the final throes of one of the strongest orgasms of his life.
sweet_daisyxxx: Yes, Katsuki, just like that. So hot. You're perfect
Bakugo lay there for a moment, chest heaving, heart pounding. He let the camera capture every second, every twitch of aftershock. When he finally moved, it was with a lazy, satisfied grin. He reached for a towel and cleaned himself up, his eyes never leaving the camera.
But even in the haze of post-orgasmic bliss, Bakugo’s crimson eyes returned to the chat, seeking your username again.
sweet_daisyxxx: That was incredible, Mr Pro Hero. Can't wait for next time ♥
He smirked, feeling a sense of satisfaction beyond the physical release. You were more than just another fan. And you intrigued him.
"Hope you enjoyed the show," he said, voice still husky with the remnants of pleasure, his words directed toward you from all of his fans. "I'll see you next time."
He ended the live stream and lay back against the pillows, a sense of contentment settling over him. This was his life — a hero by day, a star of OnlyFans by night. And he wouldn't have it any other way.
Bakugo lay back against the pillows, his body still thrumming with the afterglow of release. The chat window on his laptop blinked out, and he reached over to close it, his thoughts already drifting to the next interaction he craved. He grabbed his phone from the nightstand, his fingers moving with practiced ease as he navigated to his messages.
He found your name quickly — sweet_daisyxxx.
Your conversations had become a regular part of his routine, an escape from the relentless demands of hero work and the empty satisfaction of countless one-night stands. With you, it was different. You talked about things that mattered, things that challenged his mind and made him feel alive in ways he hadn't expected.
Horny_Dynamight: Wanna FaceTime?
There was a brief pause before your response came in.
sweet_daisyxxx: m’kay, give me a min
He waited, the seconds ticking by with a tense anticipation. Finally, his phone buzzed with the incoming call. He accepted, and your face filled the screen, your eyes bright with excitement.
You were seated in your gamer chair, the fitted black tank top you wore accentuating your curves. Your earbuds were in, and as you settled into the call, Bakugo couldn't stop his eyes from drifting downward, where the neckline of your top revealed the top of your beautiful breasts. The soft swell of your cleavage was tantalizing, and he felt a familiar heat stir within him.
"Hey, handsome," you greeted, your voice steady despite the underlying tension.
"Hey, hottie," he replied, his voice a low rumble. "So, how'd you really like the stream?"
You bit your lip, a teasing smile playing at the corners of your mouth. "It was amazing, Katsuki. You looked incredible. And the way you touched yourself… It was so hot."
His smirk widened. "Glad you think so." He paused, studying your face, the way your eyes sparkled with curiosity. "I was thinking, would ya like to join my next stream?"
You blinked, taken aback. "Join? How?"
He didn't hesitate, his response blunt and to the point. "For some nice fucking."
Your eyes widened, shock and excitement warring for dominance on your face. "Are you serious, Kats? I think I’m far outta your league…"
"Dead serious," he confirmed, his gaze never wavering. "We've been dancing around this for way too long. I want you on my stream. With me. In every way, Y/N. I can’t stop thinking about ya, for fuck’s sake."
You stared at him, the silence stretching out as you processed his proposition.
He wondered if he had pushed too far, if maybe he had read the situation wrong.
But then, your expression shifted, a slow smile spreading across your face. "Okay," you said softly. "When?"
His heart leaped, a fierce grin spreading across his face. He hadn't expected you to agree so quickly, but then again, you had always surprised him. "Tomorrow night. Same time. My place."
"Ok, but you’ll have to pick me up," you replied with a slight shrug of your shoulders.
When you finally hung up, Bakugo felt a sense of satisfaction settle over him. Tomorrow night would be a game-changer, a step into new territory that he was eager to explore. With you.
The next day, Bakugo's routine went by in a haze of expectation. His patrols were efficient but mechanical, his thoughts constantly returning to the evening ahead. He had spent the day thinking about it, every spare moment filled with thoughts of you, of finally meeting the person who had occupied his thoughts for so long. Katsuki pushed himself harder in the gym, needing the physical exertion to keep his mind from spiraling into endless scenarios of what might happen.
When the day finally drew to a close, he found himself back in his apartment, preparing for what felt like both a stream and a date. He made sure everything was perfect — the camera angles, the lighting, the room itself. And then, he drove to pick you up from the mall you set up as a meeting place.
Bakugo's heart pounded with a mix of excitement and nerves as he drove to the mall. This was the first time he was going to see you in real life, and the anticipation was almost too much to bear.
He pulled into the parking lot, finding a spot near the entrance. As he stepped out of the car, he adjusted his black, leather jacket, trying to look as casual as possible despite the literal butterflies in his stomach. He scanned the crowd, looking for you, knowing you would stand out even among the bustling shoppers.
And there you were, waiting near the fountain in the center of the plaza. You wore a girly white summer dress with a delicate floral motif, the fabric swaying gently with the breeze. Your white sneakers added a touch of casual charm to your appearance. As you spotted him, your face lit up with a bright smile, and your cheeks turned slightly pink with a blush.
Bakugo made his way over to you, his heart pounding harder with each step. When he finally stood in front of you, he could hardly believe it. You were even more beautiful in person. "Hey," he said after clearing his throat, his voice coming out rougher than he intended.
"Hey, Katsuki," you replied, your voice soft and filled with excitement. "It's so good to finally see you in person, Mr Dynamight.”
He nodded, his eyes taking in every detail of you, from the way your dress clung to your figure to the sparkle in your eyes. "Yeah, it is."
There was a moment of silence as the two of you took each other in, the reality of the moment sinking in. Then, with a smirk, Bakugo extended his hand. "Ready to get out of here?"
"Absolutely,” you replied, taking his palm as if you two were a real couple.
He led you to his car, opening the door for you before getting in himself.
As he drove, the conversation flowed easily, just like it did during your calls. You talked about everything and nothing, the comfort between you growing with each passing mile.
Bakugo couldn't help but steal glances at you as he drove. The way your dress highlighted all of your curves, the way the sun caught your hair, the way your laughter filled the car with warmth — it was all purely intoxicating. He reached over, his rough, large hand resting on your thigh.
You glanced at him, a playful smile on your lips. "Can't keep your hands to yourself, huh?"
He smirked, his grip tightening slightly. "Nope. And I don't plan to, sweet doll."
His touch was firm, possessive, his fingers occasionally squeezing gently and brushing your soft skin as he navigated the streets. Every time his hand moved, it sent a shiver of anticipation through you, the promise of what was to come making your heart race.
Finally, you arrived at his apartment. Bakugo parked and turned to you, his expression serious. "You sure you're okay with this?"
You smiled, reaching out to take his hand. "More than okay, Katsuki. I've been looking forward to this, actually. I just… It’s been a while since…”
“Hush, no worries, I’ll be gentle,” he whispered softly, reaching his hand out to cup your cheek, his thumb brushing slightly against your lower lip as he gazed into your eyes. With a nod, he led you inside the apartment.
The moment the door closed behind you, the atmosphere shifted. The tension that had been building all day exploded into action.
Bakugo reached for you, his hands cupping your face as he kissed you fiercely, all the pent-up desire pouring into that single moment.
You responded immediately, your arms wrapping around his neck as you kissed him back with equal fervor.
Your bodies pressed tightly together. You could feel the heat radiating off him, the raw need in his touch.
Bakugo's hands roamed down your sides, pulling you even closer until there was no space between you.
You could feel the hardness growing in his pants, pressing insistently against your lower abdomen as he pushed you on the nearest wall.
"Fuck," he muttered against your lips, his breath hot and heavy. "You have no idea how long I've been waiting for this." His hands moved to your waist, lifting you effortlessly as he walked towards the bedroom with you in his arms.
You wrapped your legs around him, the movement causing the bulge in his pants to press even more firmly against your clothed pussy. The friction made you moan, the sound driving him wild.
Bakugo kicked the bedroom door open, setting you down on the edge of the bed. He stepped back for a moment, his eyes raking over you with a look of pure hunger. "You look so fucking good," he said, his voice low and rough.
You blushed, but there was a playful glint in your eyes as you whispered teasingly, "Why don't you come over here and show me just how good?"
With a growl of satisfaction, Bakugo was on you in an instant, his mouth capturing yours once more. His hands moved with purpose, slipping under your dress to caress your soft skin. He paused, taking in the sight of you in your underwear. "Beautiful," he murmured, his hands tracing the curves of your body.
You got up and reached for him, pulling his leather jacket off and tossing it aside before working on the buttons of his shirt. His skin was warm and firm under your touch, the muscles rippling as you pushed the fabric off his shoulders. He helped you, impatient to feel your hands on him.
Once his shirt was off, you traced your fingers over his chest, marveling at the hard lines and defined muscles. "You're incredible, Katsuki," you said softly, your eyes meeting his.
He grinned, his hands moving to unbutton his pants. "You haven't seen anything yet."
As his pants hit the floor, your eyes were drawn to the impressive bulge pressing against his underwear. He moved closer, his lips locking with yours in a searing kiss while his body pressed tightly against yours. The feel of his firmness against you, combined with the fervor of his kiss, left your head reeling.
Bakugo murmured, "You know what I want to show on the stream?"
You shivered at the rough timbre of his voice. "What?"
"Mostly eating you out," he growled, his hand moving to caress your inner thigh, "and fucking you until you can't think straight."
Your breath hitched, the bluntness of his words sending a jolt of arousal straight to your core. “Are… Are you sure?" you asked, your voice trembling with anticipation.
"Yeah," he said, his eyes dark with desire. "I want everyone to see how good you can make me feel. How much we both want it."
You swallowed hard, the intensity of his gaze making you feel like you were burning from the inside out. "Katsuki..."
He kissed you again, hard and possessive. "So, what do you say?" he murmured against your lips. "You in?"
You nodded, your mind a whirl of desire and anticipation. "I'm in. Just…”
"Oh, quit being shy, doll. Just because you haven't shown yourself on cam yet doesn't mean you're a saint. We both know you're not. I still remember you moaning on the phone, telling me how you'd suck my dick during one of our calls."
You swallowed hard, trying to steady your racing heart. "Katsuki, I... I don't want my face shown on the stream."
He pulled back slightly, his eyes narrowing in confusion. "Why not? Are you ashamed of my idea?"
You shook your head quickly, cupping his face in your hands. "No, it's not that. I just... I don't think you want to be associated with an OnlyFans girl later. It could cause trouble for you. You’re a hero after all..."
His expression softened, and he cupped your cheeks in his rough hands. "I don't care about your fucking profession, doll," he said firmly. "I've developed feelings for you. You're more than a one-night stand for me."
Your heart skipped a beat at his words, the sincerity in his eyes making your breath catch. "Katsuki..."
He kissed you deeply, his lips conveying everything he couldn't put into words. When he pulled back, he rested his forehead against yours. "We'll do it your way. No face. I want this to be good for both of us."
You smiled, your heart swelling with affection. "Thank you, Katsuki. This means a lot to me."
He grinned, his hands sliding down to your waist. "Now, let's make this the best stream anyone's ever seen."
Bakugo adjusted the camera one last time, ensuring it was angled just right. He made sure only a slight part of your neck would be visible, keeping your identity safe while still capturing the raw passion of the moment. The red light blinked on, indicating the stream was live. He turned to the camera, his usual smirk in place. "Hey, fuckers," he greeted, his voice low and confident. "Got a special stream for you tonight."
Immediately, the chat exploded with messages, the viewers' excitement palpable even through the screen.
Bakugo! Who's the girl?
Is this for real? Bakugo's got someone with him?
Holy shit, this is gonna be epic!
Introduce her! What's her name?!!
Is she your girlfriend?!! omg Dynamight has a gf? I’m heartbroken!!!
We need details, Dynamight!
Bakugo glanced at the comments, his smirk widening as he saw the flood of questions about you. He enjoyed the attention. "Calm down, fucking idiots," he said, his voice a growl that only seemed to stoke the fire in the chat. "You'll get what you came for. That’s all. My girlfriend’s face stays out of the frame. Got it?"
You gasped as you realized he called you his girlfriend.
The chat buzzed even more, curiosity and excitement mingling in the rapid-fire messages.
Why hide her face?
Is she that shy?
Come on, Bakugo, just a glimpse!
Gosh, he said she is his gf, rip to my feelings :(
Damn, this is hot already
Just fuck that cunt already man
Ignoring the more insistent demands, Bakugo turned to you, his crimson eyes dark with desire. He leaned in, his rough, large hand resting on your thigh as he whispered in your ear. "Ready to give them a show?"
You nodded, your heart racing. "More than ready...."
With a growl of satisfaction, Bakugo's lips crashed onto yours, the kiss fierce and demanding. His hands moved with purpose, slipping under the hem of your dress and slowly lifting it over your head. “Lay down and relax,” he commanded in a whisper.
The cool air hit your skin, sending a shiver down your spine, but his touch quickly warmed you up. You obliged and lay down on his bed.
He broke the kiss just long enough to pull the dress off completely, tossing it aside before capturing your lips again. His hands roamed your body, exploring every curve with a desperate need.
You could feel the heat of his touch through the thin fabric of your underwear, his fingers tracing the lines of your body with an intensity that made your head spin.
Bakugo's hands moved to your back, deftly unclasping your bra and tossing it to the floor. He pulled back slightly, his eyes raking over you with a look of pure hunger. "So fucking beautiful," he murmured, his hands moving to cup your breasts.
You gasped as his rough palms squeezed them gently, his thumbs brushing over your nipples. The sensation sent a jolt of pleasure through you, your back arching slightly in response. He leaned down, his mouth finding the sensitive skin of your neck as he continued to fondle your breasts, his touch both firm and gentle.
"Katsuki," you moaned quietly, your hands gripping his shoulders for support. The heat between your legs was almost unbearable, the anticipation of what was to come making your body ache with need.
His mouth moved lower, his lips and tongue tracing a path down your neck to your collarbone. "I want to make you feel so good," he growled against your skin, his breath hot and heavy. "I want everyone to see how much you need this."
You whimpered in response, your body trembling with desire.
His hands continued to explore, one moving to your waist while the other remained on your breast, squeezing and teasing your nipple. Bakugo's mouth soon found your nipple, his tongue flicking over the sensitive peak before sucking it into his mouth.
You cried out, your fingers tangling in his hair as you pulled him closer, the pleasure almost too much to bear.
He switched to the other breast, giving it the same attention, his hands and mouth working together to drive you to the edge.
The camera captured every moment, the slight part of your neck and the intensity of Bakugo's actions visible to his eager audience. The thought of being watched only heightened your arousal, the exhibitionism adding a new layer of excitement to the experience.
The chat was a blur of comments, the viewers enraptured by the display.
Damn, she's loving it!
Bakugo, you're a beast!
This is insane! More, more!
I can't take my eyes off this
Lucky girl, getting all of Dynamight’s attention
Bakugo pulled back, his eyes meeting yours with a look of pure desire. "I can't wait any longer," he growled, his hands moving to the waistband of your panties. He leaned forward, caught the waistband with his teeth and slid them down your legs, the fabric pooling on the bed as he knelt between your legs. He kissed his way up your thigh, his hands gripping your hips to hold you steady. "I'm going to make you come so hard on my fucking mouth," he promised, his breath hot against your skin. "And everyone is going to see how much you love it."
He pushed your legs further apart, exposing your glistening folds to the camera. The sight was mesmerizing, your arousal clear and inviting. Bakugo's eyes darkened with hunger as he took in the view, his fingers gently parting your folds to give the viewers a better look. "Look at that," he murmured, his voice filled with admiration. "So fucking pretty, and all fucking mine."
The chat went wild, the viewers unable to contain their excitement.
OMG, her pussy is beautiful ♥♥♥
Bakugo, you're a lucky bastard! I’m so gay for that bitch
This is the hottest thing I've ever seen
Look at those curves!
I can't believe this is happening live!
Ignoring the comments, Bakugo leaned in, his breath hot against your sensitive folds.
Your pussy was tight and firm. It was flushed with your desire, and its lips were damp with your slickness.
Your scent filled his nostrils and Bakugo growled as his cock twitched in his boxers, aching to be freed.
The first touch of his tongue sent a shockwave of pleasure through you, your back arching as you cried out his name. His mouth worked expertly, his tongue and lips finding every sensitive spot as he brought you closer and closer to the edge.
His tongue reached out and gently licked from the bottom of one side up to the top. He flicked the pearl of your clit and then licked back up the other side of your lips before flicking it again. Bakugo placed his tongue at the base of your slit and slid it up between your puffy lips. He tasted and felt your juices pool on his flexed tongue as it slid up.
You tasted so good, so sweet.
His lips closed over your clitoris and he sucked on it, drawing a gasp from you and a buck of your hips. Bakugo pulled your pussy lips into his mouth and sucked hard on them. His warm tongue went as far inside you as he could reach.
Your juices coated his chin.
He slid his mouth back up to your clit and eased a finger inside you. He growled against you, the vibrations making your legs shake.
Your lips parted slightly as his thick, rough middle finger slid in between the folds of your pussy.
It reached in and he curled it up till he hit the top of your pussy. He yet again sucked your clit into his lips hard.
Suddenly, your legs squeezed together, trembling. “Katsuki,” you whined, arching your back.
Katsuki sucked hard on your clit, his teeth teased it and he flicked it with the tip of his tongue as he slipped two more fingers into your pussy. Soon, they were coated with your translucent slickness.
He kissed your pussy lips and sucked up all of your juices. The nectar from your climax covered his face and hand. It was delicious and he smiled as he looked up from between your legs.
"Katsuki…" you moaned, your fingers tangling in his ash-blonde hair as you pulled him closer, the need for release almost unbearable as you ground your pussy against his face. Your body tensed, your back arching as the pleasure crashed over you in waves, your cries filling the room.
Bakugo didn't stop, his tongue continuing to work you through your orgasm, drawing out every last bit of pleasure until you were left trembling and breathless; your juices spilling on his tongue, overlaying his mouth and chin as he drank all of your essence.
The chat was in a frenzy, the viewers unable to contain their excitement.
OMG, that was intense!
Bakugo, you're a god
I need a cold shower after this
More, more, more!
This is the best stream ever Shhiiit her moans are hot
Fuck, she super hot, you’re lucky, man
Bakugo pulled back, his lips glistening with your juices as he looked up at you with a satisfied smirk. Bakugo stood up, his hands moving to the waistband of his black Calvin Klein boxers as he undressed quickly, his eyes never leaving yours. He stepped out of his underwear, his hard length springing free.
You licked your lips, the sight of him making your mouth water with anticipation.
He climbed onto the bed, positioning himself between your legs as he looked down at you with a possessive hunger. "I'm going to fuck you so hard," he promised, his voice a low growl. Ever so slowly he pressed the leaking tip of his cock to the opening of your pussy.
"Ohhh fuck," you whimpered as Bakugo gradually penetrated your entrance. You sucked in a breath and opened your legs wider to grant him better access.
So slowly he pushed his cock further in until he was fully sheathed inside of you. Bakugo left his other hand at your throat as he began a slow pace, sliding almost completely away from you before plunging back in.
You moaned deeply, relishing the searing hardness of his arousal. Your velvety walls clenched tightly around him, drawing a slight widening of his eyes in response to your movements. His arousal felt like forged steel as he continued to thrust vigorously in and out of you. Your desire had escalated to the point where it now glistened on the insides of your thighs and his toned abdomen, the soft, wet sounds filling the air each time he withdrew and then thrust back into your cunny.
Bakugo's lips captured yours passionately, his kiss fervent and insistent. He nipped at your tongue and the corners of your mouth, each bite sending sparks of pleasure coursing through you, melding the physical intensity with a deep, consuming heat.
A sharp yank on his blonde strands pulled his mouth from yours, and you looked into his crimson eyes. “Harder,” you begged.
Bakugo’s face transformed from an expression of animalistic need to one of desperate pleasure. He set a relentless pace, his hips driving into you with a fierce intensity.
Sweat began to slide in droplets between his shoulder blades and broke out over his forehead. A single drop fell from the tip of his nose and splashed onto your soft belly and you gasped.
Your bodies moved together in perfect harmony, the pleasure building with each thrust.
Withdrawing, Balugo moved back into your tight pussy with full force again, and again. He sunk his teeth into the red mark he had made earlier where your neck met your shoulder and moved his body roughly against yours.
You wrapped your legs around his hips, somehow pulling him deeper into your pussy, causing small moans to fall from your lips uncontrollably.
"Katsuki, I'm going to come again," you whined, your body trembling with the intensity of the pleasure.
"Do it," he growled, his hips pistoning into you even harder. "Come for me. Let everyone see how much you need this."
With a final, powerful thrust, you shattered, the pleasure crashing over you in waves as your orgasm ripped through your entire being. You were trembling and quivering as Bakugo rubbed your slick clit faster and faster, making you squirm as you orgasmed. Your toes curled and uncurled with each movement, your pussy dripping wet as his massive cock hit your cervix with every thrust. Your breathing grew heavy, moans escalating in volume until you were screaming his name. Your entire body shook, legs trembling, hips bucking up to meet his thrusts. Your pussy dripped, juices spraying the bed and Katsuki's abdomen, the bed squeaking loudly, rocking with the force of his thrusts as you squirted. “Fuck!”
Bakugo thrust madly, groaning as he felt the tightness of your pussy around his cock begin to ripple. He cried out a string of curses as his cock spurted in a mighty gush. He thrust thrice more, cumming with each push until he was absolutely spent, milking your velvety walls with his creamy, thick semen.
As the aftershocks of your orgasms subsided, Bakugo leaned down, capturing your lips in a tender kiss. "You're incredible," he murmured against your lips, his hands cupping your face gently.
"So are you," you replied, your heart swelling with affection as you ran your hands though his messy hair.
Bakugo gradually withdrew, his movements deliberate and slow, savoring the last vestiges of intimacy. He watched with a mixture of pride and amusement as his thick cum began to dribble out from your spent pussy, staining his bedsheets. His gaze was intense, capturing every moment with a fierce satisfaction. Ensuring that every second was visible to his viewers, he turned slightly. "How'd you like that, fucking perverts?" he asked his viewers, his voice rough with satisfaction.
The screen was flooded with emojis, exclamations, and messages that scrolled past almost too fast to read. Fans were expressing their thrill and approval, many praising Bakugo's intensity and the raw, unfiltered passion of the display. Some commented on the sheer boldness. It was clear that Bakugo's actions had struck a chord, igniting a fervent buzz among the viewers.
Wow, Bakugo you never disappoint! Absolute legend! 🔥🔥🔥
What a beautiful squirt! That was INTENSE! Way to go, Katsuki!! 💥💥 😱 Can't believe what I just saw! This is why Bakugo's the best! Dude, that was wild!! 🌋 Loved every second of it!
Loved that, absolutely killed it Bakugo! Can’t wait for more! Ur girl is fucking lucky
Bakugo glanced back at you, and asked simply, "So? Ready for another round?"
#doumadonos sinful sunday 🔥#sinful sunday#bakugou smut#katsuki bakugou#bakugo x reader smut#mha bakugou#bakugou x y/n#bakugou katsuki#bakugou x reader#bnha bakugou#mha smut#bnha smut#bakugo smut#bakugou scenarios#bakugo x reader#anime smut#bakugou x you#bakugo katsuki#divider by cafekitsune
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#blue shirt my beloved#it’s SUNDAY johnny#absolutely sinful#john soap mactavish#soap mactavish#call of duty#modern warfare ii
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☆ Silver's Sinful Sunday ☆
Week Four: Azriel
Warnings: 18+ [MDNI], enemies with benefits (mates), fem reader, choking, p in v, reader is kinda a brat, dominant Azriel, no use of Y/N, pet names, slight angst at the end, it's my writing — that's a warning within itself (cringe), all actions are with consent ofc
A/N— Week four was originally Vox (Hazbin Hotel). Refer to this post for the reason why it's not. Azriel was intended to be week five, but he's been moved to week four. The style for this one is also a little different than the others. . . Oopsies. . . Your honor, they're actually in love with each other but they're idiots. . .
Word Count: 2.8K
“Let me in.”
The words sent a shiver down your spine despite the massive argument the two of you had been in less than an hour ago. It was over something so petty that you didn't even remember what it was about, but you were still heated over it.
The anger simmered just beneath the surface, a feeling only he could evoke. It both drove you wild and pissed you off at the exact same time.
“I know you're in there. Let me in.”
After every argument, Azriel found his way to your door. After every argument, it always ended the same way. There were never apologies. Apologies didn't exist between the two of you. The thought of one alone was highly amusing.
You reached the door with a scowl, twisting the brassy colored knob in your firm grasp. The door swung open, revealing the very male you knew it'd be.
His gaze roamed unabashedly over your form. From your hair to the silken midnight blue nightgown that hugged your curves in all the right places, all the way to the soft glow of your skin in the warm light of your bedroom.
“What?” You hissed, eyes narrowing.
He hummed approvingly, noting how you were still heated from the argument. “Are you going to let me in, or just glare at me?” His voice was deep and raspy, telling you everything you needed to know. The reason why he'd come, just like the other times.
You rolled your eyes and scoffed, turning on your heel to return to your vanity. The door was left wide open; Azriel stepped in, shutting and locking the door behind him, watching closely as you walked away from him.
“Do you have any idea how mad you made me out there?” Azriel asked as he walked towards you, his steps quick, but quiet. His body moved with ease, like a prowling animal, every muscle rippling with every step.
“You started it. You pissed me off.” You sharply bit back, stopping in front of the mirror to take off the last remnants of the lipstick that Mor had wanted you to try because she thought it would look good on you. She was right, as usual.
He came up behind you, his large frame towering over you in the mirror. Azriel's hands landed on your hips, pinning you against the vanity in front of you. His hard chest pressed against your back, his lips grazing over the shell of your ear. “I may have started it, but you don't know when to shut your little mouth.”
"I thought you liked my mouth wide open." You snapped with a small, barely noticeable rumble of a growl, glaring at him in the mirror as he pressed against you.
He chuckled and he slid his large hand up your body, gently wrapping his fingers around your throat, his hand almost covering your entire neck.
"I do. But I also like it when you're a good little princess and shut up and listen. I like it when you're good for me." He moved his other hand, letting it run over your thigh.
He moved his lips over your neck, letting his tongue trail over your sensitive skin, feeling your pulse in his hand. "Maybe next time you'll think twice before you open that pretty mouth of yours to say something you'll know will piss me off, hm?"
His hand on your thigh moved higher, letting his hand slide under the fabric of your nightgown, running his hand over the smooth skin of your hip.
“Don't act like you don't fucking love it.” You growled, fighting the urge to react to his touch. He didn't deserve to see you melt into his touch. Ha. No.
A dark chuckle fell from his lips, his breath warm on your skin. “You're right. It makes it more fun when I shut you up. . . I like it when you can't hide how much you want me.” His teeth grazed your neck.
“Go fuck yourself.”
A low chuckle came from him again, he didn't expect anything different from you. You were stubborn and defiant. But he liked it, loved it even. You were the only one who dared to talk back to him, to fight and argue with him. It drove him crazy.
"Such a filthy little mouth." His hand fell from your throat and he spun you around to face him, lifting you up, sitting you on the vanity and standing in between your thighs.
His hands ran up your thighs, his hands disappearing under the fabric of your nightgown, gripping your hips and tugging you closer against his front. He moved his lips to your ear again, his chest now pressed up against yours as his breathing quickened.
"You know, for someone who was so angry a moment ago, you seem to be enjoying my touch now. Your breathing, the way your heart is racing, the way your legs are opened wide for me.”
You growled at the clear smugness in his tone, your eyes narrowing into a glare once the brief shock from his quick movements wore away.
"You know, your little growl sounds more like a moan to me, love." He grabbed your thighs, wrapping your legs around his waist as he stepped forward, pressing his hips against yours so you could feel how hard he already was. His mouth moved down your neck again, gently nipping and sucking your skin.
"You can stay defiant, but your body is telling a different story.”
Your slender fingers gripped the collar of his clothes and forced him to look at you as your legs locked around his waist, pulling him closer. "Stop. Playing. Games. Azriel." You snarled.
He grabbed your chin, forcing you to look at him as he stared down at you with his darkened gaze. He leaned close, his lips hovering just inches away from yours. "Why don't you just admit you want me, princess?”
"Maybe I should just go ask Cassian if he'd want to —”
The moment you mention Cassian's name, something snapped inside of him. His grip on you tightened, and he let out a low possessive growl. His hand slid up, wrapping around your neck. "Not. A. Chance. He's not allowed anywhere near you, do you understand me?”
"It seems I've struck a nerve." You spat, a dark grin spreading across your face as you stared up at him.
He let out a low growl, his grip on your throat tightening a bit more. "Cassian won't be able to give you what you need, sweetheart. I know how much you want me right now, and deep down, you know you can't deny it. You're mine."
His hips ground against yours, making you feel the further evidence of how much he wanted you. "You're mine, princess. Say it.”
“Choke.” You muttered darkly.
His hand tightened around your throat, constricting it in a way that had you releasing a soft moan despite the glare set on your face.
He chuckled again, watching that expression on your face. "I can tell how much you want this." His voice was low and gravelly against your ear. His hips continued to grind against yours, putting just the right amount of pressure where you wanted it.
You groaned, which turned into an almost embarrassingly needy moan very quickly. You glared harder, hating the way he reduced you to a writhing mess so easily. . . Knowing what was imminent, you reached down and began unlacing his pants at a tantalizing slow pace.
The fabric came loose in your grasp and he immediately shed them, along with his underwear, tossing them somewhere in the room before he slid a hand back under the hem of your nightgown, expecting to meet the lace fabric of your panties. He let out a low growl when, instead of fabric, his hand immediately met your slick folds.
You gasped softly as he ran a finger through them before gently thrusting two fingers into you, while his thumb rubbed gently on your clit, his other hand finding its way back to your throat as if it was magnetic.
He moved his hand in a steady rhythm, listening to the sweet sounds you tried and failed to stifle.
“You're so desperate for me, aren't you? You need me, don't you?”
You could only moan softly as his fingers curled deliciously within you.
“Say it. Say you need me. Say you're mine.”
"Yours." You gasped out a moan. "I'm all yours — GODS, I need you, Az. . ."
He loved hearing those words from you, loved hearing you admit how much you needed him. . . Loved seeing you completely surrendering yourself to him. "Good girl. That's it, princess. I'm the only one who can make you feel like this.”
He dipped his head down, nipping and sucking at your sensitive skin on your neck, as his hand continued to move in that steady rhythm between your thighs. "You're all mine, princess. No one else gets to touch you, to make you needy and desperate for release like this. Say it. Tell me you're mine.”
"I'm yours." You moaned, your hips bucking slightly, seeking more friction than what he was giving you.
You hated how in control he was.
You hated the way his fingers alone made the heat within you build, threatening to snap.
You hated the way you didn't really hate any of it.
He grinned as he continued to leave marks on your neck, moving down to your chest. "Louder, princess. I want you to say it, louder. I want you to admit how much you need me." His hand between your legs moved faster, applying more pressure, knowing it will drive you crazy.
You let out a loud, needy moan. "Need you so bad, Az. . . So bad. . . Please. . !" You gasped.
You needed him. You hated how much you needed him, but at the end of the day, the two of you were mates, destined to be, and maybe, just maybe, the harsh words exchanged could turn into soft, reassuring words. . . Unlikely, but possible. . . Maybe.
"Good girl. That's it, princess. I like it when you're needy like this. I love knowing that you're all mine. I love hearing you begging for me." He says against your chest, his mouth moving down to one of your sensitive mounds. He continued to suck and lick, his hand between your legs still moving steadily, but he could feel how eager you were, how impatient you were getting. "Be a good girl for me, princess. Tell me what you want. You need to ask for it.”
“Fuck me, Az. . . Please. . .”
He chuckled, a low, possessive growl coming from his chest. There was an intense look on his face as he slowly moved his hands away from their placements — stealing his fingers away from your core before you could come around them — gently grabbing you by the hips and pulling you forward off the vanity. With ease, he pushed you up against the wall next to the mirror, pressing himself against you.
He moved his hips forward, letting you feel how hard you made him, letting you feel how much he'd been wanting you. "I'm going to make you remember who you belong to. Who you've always belonged to." He looked into your eyes, his expression full of desire and possession, a hint of a smirk on his face.
You glared slightly but gasped softly as he pressed forward, entering you inch by inch.
He let his mouth roam over your neck again, moving down to the top of your chest, gently nipping and sucking on the skin, leaving marks that would be visible in the morning. His hands stayed firmly on your hips, keeping you in place as he slowly moved in and out of you.
"You're mine, princess. You're mine, not only in this room, but out there too. Everyone needs to know who you belong to.”
"Fuck you." You ground out, fighting back a moan at how he was making you feel. But the moan spilled out anyway.
He grinned against your skin, knowing he was getting to you. "That's it, princess. You can try and be defiant, but you'll eventually break. You'll break for me, like you always do. That mouth of yours is always going to end up wide open, just for me, whether you admit it or not." He moved his head up, looking into your eyes, his intense stare holding you captive.
You moaned as he hit a certain spot before growling and capturing his lips in a fiery, lustful kiss. It was new territory, but something within you told you to do it. . . Perhaps it was that taunting golden string tethering your souls together. . . Or maybe you just wanted him to shut the fuck up.
He quickly took control of the kiss, pushing your head up against the wall as he dominated you. His hips moved harder and faster against yours, the sound of flesh against flesh filling the room, combining with the sound of your and his moans.
"You're mine, princess. No one else can make you feel like this.”
You knew without a doubt in your mind that he was right. No one could. No one would.
He couldn't take his eyes off of you, watching your face twist into ecstasy and pleasure, hearing your moans and sounds fill the room. He loved how shamelessly you gave yourself over to him, how you couldn't fight it, no matter how much you'd tried before. He loved how you were his.
He moved his hands from your hips, one gripping your neck again, his fingers lightly closing around your throat, the other moving to your thigh, hitching your leg up over his hip, giving him a deeper angle to work with.
Your eyes rolled back as you moaned louder. Gods, he knew your body far too well. Your desires. Just the right way to push your buttons — just the right angle to thrust mercilessly into you.
He loved the sound of your moans, the way your body was responding to him, the way your eyes rolled back when he pushed you right to the edge. He knew you better than anyone else, and he loved that he had this power over you, that you willingly gave into that power, even if you didn't like it a few minutes ago. He knew you needed this, just as much as he needed you.
He leaned forward, whispering against your ear, his voice low and gruff. "You're mine... say it. I want to hear you say it, princess.”
"Shut up." You moaned out with a slight groan.
He chuckled against your skin. You could always try to resist him, but you'd never be able to win. He loved how stubborn you were, but he also loved being able to take that stubbornness away from you, to make you completely surrender to him.
"You just can't help defying me, can you, princess? But then again, I know exactly how to set you straight, don't I?" He tightened the grip around your neck, his fingers pressing against your pulse point, knowing how wild it would make you.
"Fuck — I'm yours." You moaned pathetically. "I fucking hate you, but I'm yours. . .”
"That's right, princess. You're mine. Now, and always. You can hate me and fight me all you want, but deep down, you know that you belong with me..” He continued to move against you, faster and harder, bringing you closer and closer to the edge.
He moved his hand down, his thumb gently tracing slow circles against your clit, adding even more sensation and pleasure.
You knew he could tell you were close. He always could. The way your breath caught. The way you subtly met his thrusts. The way you clenched around him so sinfully and your eyes fluttered closed.
"Give in, princess. Let yourself go. Let yourself feel all of this.”
Then pleasure crashed into you as the steadily growing, hot coil snapped and you fell over the edge right into an orgasm, your breathing heavy as you slowly began coming down from the high.
Seeing you completely lose yourself sent him over the edge, his release intense and powerful, his body going taut as he let himself go inside you, his forehead falling against yours as he leaned against you, trying to catch his breath.
He took a few moments to regain his bearings, his body still pressed up against yours as his hands gently held your hips, still holding you in place.
There was some part of you that wanted to ask him to stay, but as he slowly separated the two of you, setting your feet back on the smooth hardwood floor with shaky legs, before going to locate his clothes that he had hastily discarded in the heat of the moment, you knew this was how it was.
He dressed, sparing a quick glance back at you before leaving your room. Wordlessly. Leaving you with his cum slowly spilling out of you. . . You also knew that you'd have to start another argument with him tomorrow. . . Just so you could have him close again.
Because even you knew that you didn't truly hate him.
#☆ silver's sinful sunday ☆#azriel x reader#azriel spymaster#azriel shadowsinger#azriel acotar#azriel#azriel acotar x reader#azriel x reader acotar#azriel x reader smut#azriel x female!reader#azriel smut#x reader#fem reader#Reader x Azriel acotar#a court of thorns and roses#a court of mist and fury#a court of wings and ruin#a court of frost and starlight#a court of silver flames
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Sin Sunday
Not the raunchiest but a taste on what I am working on re: price x single mom!reader
#this goes out to the price girlies u.u#captain john price#john price x reader#single mom reader#cod mw2#sin Sunday#my writing#sorry im being spammy as hell today
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Sin Sunday Open Starter
"How was that? Up for round 2?"
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@keripalods on twitter is making a farm au where sy transmigrated into a dairy cow, in "Proud Inmortal Cattle Way", and Lqg is their farmer, and a bunch of people already did fanart about them, so I fell into temptation too 🐄 💕
and based on a funny video I saw of a cow being flipped by other cow and falling into their feeder I made a bullied cowqiu
#svsss#人渣反派自救系统#bingqiu#svsss fanart#shen qingqiu#luo binghe#liu qingge#cows?#idk JAJDJAJEJA#its 2 am here and easter sunday#forgive me lord for i have sinned#I wish I could draw more but I have two things stopping me:#cows anatomy#and naked binghe anatomy
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Sunday Vibes.
#re blog#intimacy#desire#lust#couple#couples#sinful godde#trending#seduction#black and white photography#sunday
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Who are we sinning for first? 👀👀👀
Anon, I think everyone knows who I've been sinning for for a while BUT I want to hear who you're sinning for! 👀
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think if reader had muzan's child and they're breastfeeding their baby & he see the child getting milk, would he be like 'hey. gimme some of that.' i imagine reader would be flustered but down for it aha
SINFUL SUNDAY
Muzan found himself in an unexpected situation. Clad in his usual elegant attire, Muzan stood beside you, the mother of his child, as you cradled your newborn in your arms. The soft glow of the moonlight falling through a large window bathed the chamber.
Your infant, a delicate mix of human and demon heritage, nestled against your chest, eagerly latching onto your breast for sustenance.
Muzan observed with a calculating gaze, his crimson eyes narrowing as he fixated on the scene before him. "I want some of that too," Muzan's voice, smooth and tinged with arrogance, sliced through the silence. His eyes bore into yours, a twisted curiosity playing in their depths. There was a certain arrogance in his demeanor, as if he believed that even the act of breastfeeding held a power dynamic that he could exploit.
You arched an eyebrow, unimpressed by his audacity. "You're a demon king, Muzan-sama. I hardly think breast milk is on the menu for someone of your stature."
Muzan's lips curled into a sly smile, revealing sharp fangs. "Stature has nothing to do with cravings, my dear mortal. A feeble concoction of life's essence, bestowed upon the weak and vulnerable is making me curious." The demon king circled around you, his gaze never leaving the child at your breast.
With a sense of reluctant compliance, you nodded, a silent acknowledgment of the delicate dance required to navigate the temperamental whims of the father of your child. Gently cradling the infant in your arms, you approached a meticulously crafted wooden crib, adorned with the most opulent silk blanket money could buy. You carefully nestled the child within the confines of its plush sanctuary.
Upon your return to Muzan's presence, you once again nodded, a gesture that carried the weight of unspoken acquiescence. The Demon Lord, perched regally, regarded you with an air of entitlement as he gestured for you to take a seat beside him on an elegantly crafted couch. Complying, you lowered yourself gracefully onto the plush cushions, the atmosphere tinged with a subtle tension.
Without delay, Muzan's hands moved with a possessive confidence, cupping yours breast in a gesture that bespoke both control and desire. Muzan deftly slid the strap of your nightgown from your shoulder, revealing a portion of your chest. His gaze fixated on the rounded swell of your breast, brimming with nourishing milk. The baby's suckling had left the aureola of your breast darkened.
The demon bent down, taking the bud into his mouth. He began to suckle gently, ensuring the sharp edges of his fangs didn't cause any discomfort to you. As the milk flowed into his mouth, he hummed with satisfaction, savoring the runny sweetness that gradually evolved with each sip.
You found yourself in a bewildering situation, unsure of how to react as he drank your milk. Eventually, you tentatively rested a hand on his shoulder, seeking a semblance of stability.
He continued to suckle, delicately pressing against the breast with his chilly hand. His long, pointed nails lightly brushed against the tender flesh, making you yelp a little.
"Shhh," he whispered, taking the bud out of his mouth to look directly at you. "We don't want the baby to wake up."
Muzan swiftly removed your remaining sleeve of the nightgown, revealing your chest completely to his hungry, crimson eyes. He then shifted his focus to the other breast, wrapping his lips around the hardened nipple. He took his time, gently sucking while flicking his tongue against the hardened bud. The milk spilled into his mouth again, prompting a satisfied hum. The entire experience, he realized, had an unintended consequence — his pants felt uncomfortably tight in the crotch.
The experience had a profound effect on you as well. You moaned quietly in relief as he eased the tension in your breasts by gently drinking the accumulated milk. "Oh, my lord," you whispered, gently caressing his shoulder.
Muzan took your hand and directed it toward his groin, where a noticeable bulge had formed.
Without a second thought, you sensed the texture of his hardened penis through the fabric of his pants and began to delicately massage it whilst his tongue massaged the erected nipple.
As things intensified, Muzan pulled away, fixing a stern gaze on your flushed face. "Take off your clothes," he commanded, his tone firm and demanding. "I want to take you, right here and now. And who knows, perhaps you'll birth me another heir soon."
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Am I ashamed? No.
Am I sorry? Also no.
The tag is all @lola-lola-lola's fault lmao 😘
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☆ Silver's Sinful Sunday ☆
Week Two: Lucifer
Warnings: 18+ MDNI, Smut Essentially, Fem Reader, heavily implied sub Lucifer, public — kinda(?), barely functional author
Word Count: 491
“We have to be quiet, Luci.” You whispered in his ear, breathlessly as he stretched you open with every inch.
His lips were pressed tightly together, trying not to make any loud noise. It was hard. You felt so good around him. . . But he had to be quiet, otherwise risk everyone outside the limousine hearing just how desperate and needy the King of Hell sounded balls deep in your heavenly pussy.
Slowly, you began moving.
Drawing the low, whiny moans from Lucifer became your favorite thing.
He threw his head back against the leather seat and attempted to shamelessly thrust up into you, but it was no use.
Between you clenching around him and the sound of your soft, breathy moans meeting his ears, he was quickly reaching his climax.
“Please —” he whimpered finally.
You kissed his lips sweetly, watching the sinners walk by, oblivious to what was happening. “Just a few more minutes, Luci, you can do it, baby. Don't cum yet.”
He shivered as your words became engraved in his mind. Hold on. Hold on.
It was growing harder by the second.
His eyes rolled back into his head, unable to form any coherent thought, and soon he buried his face in your chest — it didn't help his case a bit.
You rolled your hips flawlessly, causing him to bite his bottom lip as he felt that all too familiar feeling.
He was so close.
But so were you.
“Please — I'm gonna; I have —”
His cock twitching inside you was the sign you needed, telling him it was okay to cum. . . He managed to get in a couple thrusts of his own before he groaned, painting your insides with the translucent bodily fluid.
“You're doing so good for me, Luci. . .” You moaned, pressing kisses to his jawline as you felt your own coil build up slowly.
The closer you got to reaching the tipping point, the more sloppy your movements got until you finally came undone on him with a high pitched moan, muffled by his shoulder.
The two of you stayed together for a few minutes, coming down from the high. It had been a spontaneous decision.
“So good.” You whispered.
You soon removed yourself from his lap and began cleaning up the mess you both made, knowing the others would be out of the movies soon.
Thanks to a little magic, the smell of your extracurricular activities left the limousine and the two of you were mostly back to normal by the time Charlie, Angel, and Vaggie returned.
You hadn't been able to find your lacy red panties at the end, despite looking for them everywhere . . Though you did notice the familiar shade of fabric sticking out of his pocket before he pushed it in the rest of the way.
You'd let him have that as a trophy of sorts, just this one time. . . There's a reason why you have his contact name as ‘Hell's Greatest Dick’.
Y'all I can't explain it but this man is so breedable. Let me get you pregnant, King 💖
Have my babies. Mwah 💋
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