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bi-writes · 9 months ago

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ex-tf141!mercenary!fem!reader x ex-husband!simon because there's nothing hotter than being covered in blood and debating whether or not to kill him or fuck him (18+) ⚠️🔞

cw: reader is curvy (deal with it), mature language and content, suggestive language and content, dramatization + graphic depictions of murder + violence, criticizes military service, blood kink, size kink (simon's huge ok), pet names (luv, sweetheart, baby, honey), mw3 spoilers, reader is unhinged and unapologetic about it, dark content ahead, unprotected piv, cumplay, (can this also be considered a throuple fic? maybe...)

this isn't her. he doesn't recognize her. she doesn't fight the way he remembers, she doesn't look like she used to.

she wears all black. the black cargo pants are tight around her perfect thighs, and the way they cinch around her waist makes his mouth water. her vest covers her torso, but he has vivid memories of ripping an identical one off of her, ripping the fabric of her shirt so he could bury his mouth between her tits.

when she used to be his. when she used to be a good girl.

he watches, frozen, as she shows off her newfound ruthlessness. she fires her weapon at one man's knees, bringing him to the ground. he feels sick when she kicks him onto his back, getting on top of him, and uses her tactical knife and shoves it into the softness of his neck. she leans over him, splatters of blood freckled across her face, and she watches the life leave his eyes.

she doesn't get up until he stops twitching.

he doesn't remember this. when she used to watch his six, he remembers having to hold her close at night, quieting her cries. he remembers the conversations they used to have, where she used to tell him that whenever she closes her eyes, she sees every person she ever killed.

the justification of murder behind the patches she wore on her vest had never been enough to quiet her nightmares. she was always so soft-hearted. she was always too good, too considerate, too kind. it was something her superiors always wanted to rip away from her; it was something simon fought hard to keep.

he had lost his humanity, but she had not, and he remembers smoothing his hand over her chest and across her heart, telling himself that he would never let it go, never let her lose it.

it is gone. he knows it--he knows it because she doesn't just kill her opponents, she tortures them. she aims for vulnerable places, and then she kills them angrily. she likes to hear them scream. she watches them cry. she wipes the blood of her enemies on her thigh, and then she gets up and does it all over again, in different ways, in heinous ways. she's terrifying, and she's laughing, and there is nothing behind those fucking eyes.

he holds her in his sight. he adjusts the scope, gripping the rifle tighter, and suddenly it feels too heavy in his hands. he can see her in it, and he watches in horror.

he knows his orders. permission to kill on sight, those are his orders--mercenaries had gotten the same intel as them, but they are not here to destroy the biochemical weapons. they are here to steal them.

he can kill her right now. he has her, right where he wants her, and even from this far away, he knows he won't miss.

when she's finally alone, she stands, and she looks up, turning in a slow circle. his heart squeezes--she knows he's here. she holds up a hand, four fingers held up. he reaches up to his radio and turns the knob to the right channel. it crackles, and then he hears her voice.

"hey, baby," you coo, and he sees you smile, and it's ugly, and he hates it. "you miss me that much that you gotta follow me around at work?"

"'f y'know wot's good for you, you'll pack up your shit and leave."

you tsk, spinning the knife around in your hand before sticking it back into your boot. you wipe the sweat from your forehead, and blood smears along your brow.

"awww, teddy bear, don't be that way," you pout. "how about you come down here?" you grin wide, turning just his way, giggling when you see him perched for overwatch. "hmm? you're just cranky, baby...need me to help you relax..."

"you're right fuckin' mad," he spits, and you reach down at the man beneath you, snatching his rifle off his back and making sure it's loaded. "and i'm gonna fuckin' kill you."

you wink up at him.

"yeah? so take the shot, honey," you challenge. the smirk that blooms on your face infuriates him. he hates you. but then you turn around and keep walking, knowing that he won't shoot, and his gaze follows the sway of your hips. instead of thinking about your brains splattered against gravel, he thinks about when he used to bend you over his bed in the barracks and eat your pussy from behind you--when he used to get on his knees and fuck you with his tongue and make you cum into his mouth.

when you disappear from his view, you laugh over comms. "you're pathetic, simon," your murmur. "could never trust you to get the fucking job done."

he remembers when you left. johnny had left a scar on you--an angry one, one that refused to heal. and while simon was equally as buried in his grief, he always felt just a little better when he was kissing you, holding you, feeling the warmth of you, knowing you were alive.

"you didn't love him. not like i did--" you snap, continuing to pack.

"are you fuckin' mad?! do y'hear yourself talk?! wot the fuck do you know about me and johnny?!"

"then how are you not angry?!" you scream. "how are still standing there, so fucking normal, how are you so fucking calm?!"

"sweetheart--"

"don't fucking touch me," you bite. "you don't get it--" angry tears flow easily down your face. "--you didn't love him the same."

"i did--" he grips your face, making you look at him. "i loved him like i love you, don't say that. don't fucking say that, don't you dare pretend you're the only one that feels anything--"

you rip his hands off of you, narrowing your eyes, and he does not recognize you. this is not you.

"y-you're a liar," you whisper. "you're a fucking liar. and you make me sick."

ghost steps over the bodies that you left behind. it is a massacre of men that you leave at your feet. slit throats, bullets in knees, in stomachs, little finishers you leave between their legs. you are not a fan of men--he knows this because of how hard it had been to get close to you. how difficult it had been to even so much as touch your arm, your face--to get you into his bed, to marry you in secret and fuck you spineless. the only easy thing that had ever happened to you was the way johnny fell right into step with you.

and the hardest thing that he had ever done was fucking die.

when he finds the trunk of biochemical vials, you are not there. he has found it first, and he bends down to inspect them, closing the lid and securing them inside before moving his hand up to press on the button of his comms to alert his team.

"uh uh uh," a low voice warns. "take your hand off the radio, sweetheart."

he moves, but the bloodied tip of a tactical knife is sharp against his throat, and he swallows hard. he calls your name, and you just giggle. this is a game to you. he lowers his hand, and you reach down, grabbing his rifle and tossing it. you also unholstered his handgun and the throwing knives from his boot, throwing them behind you.

"mmm..." you smooth a hand down his back. "you're as hot as the day i met you, baby..."

ghost grunts as you grip one side of his ass, and you grip his shoulder tight, kicking him just right so he was kneeling on both knees now. you lean over him and plant a warm, wet kiss to the jaw of his mask, moving so you were standing in front of him now. you kick the trunk of vials to the side, looking down at him, digging the sharp edge of the blade harder against his neck.

"look at you..." you hum, licking your bottom lip. "you're still so big, teddy bear..." he hisses when you lean over, cupping him through his pants. your warm hand squeeze the length of him, and you whine when you feel how hard he is, how much he still feels for you. he glares at you under that plastic, terrifying mask, but your panties are soaking. "so fucking hard for me, too...you miss me, baby?"

he leans over, into the blade, growling.

"'f you leave now, you can still take your life with ya."

you pucker your lips, and he snarls. your face is not one he knows--you have drying blood along your cheeks, smears of it along the softness of your neck. you have blood and dirt under your fingernails, and there is fire in your eyes, and you are not the good girl he fell in love with, but you look like her, and it scares him.

"awww, baby, if i thought you would kill me, you would be dead--" you lean forward and lick along his hard jaw, tasting the salt and sweat of his mask. "...right along your other boys. don't lie to me. it's not a good look for you."

he bites, and you laugh, and then you nod your head.

"sit down," you demand, and he sits. he is big, and his gear is heavy, and he sits with a grunt, and you climb over him, into his lap. you reach down, your eyes on his, and you unzip his cargo pants, your hand slipping under and pulling his cock out, and you smile when it stands hard and heavy. "oh, baby...you want this, don't you?"

you lean in, kissing him through the mask, sucking along the fabric and whining.

"you want this, don't you? you still want me? you still love me?"

"fuckin' hell--"

"you wanna fuck me, teddy bear?" you spit into the palm of your hand, reaching down and smoothing your wet hand over the red tip of him. "you're so big...as big as i remember..." you whimper. "say you wanna fuck me, simon--" fuck, you're using his name, "--say you want me."

against your lips, you feel him whisper yes--fuck--yes, luv--and you can't help it. you can't help yourself.

he's so warm and big. you hold onto his shoulders, still gripping the bloody knife, and you sink down on him. it's easy though, because you're soaking, and even though you're so fucking tight, you suck him in, right until your clit is grinding against the little hairs at the base of his cock and you're bouncing in his lap.

simon is weak. he's weak, and he knows it, because he loves you, and your pussy is so tight, and your moans are music, and fucking you is the only thing he truly understands, the only thing that still makes sense.

you smooth your hands along the back of his neck, and when you whimper and moan, simon thinks he sees you. his good girl, his pretty little wife, the soft girl that he loves, the one crying as she rides his cock because he's hitting all the gooey, pretty places inside of her that make her so fucking wet. he grips your ass tight, guiding you up and down, fucking up into you as he feels his stomach turn and his balls tighten.

"simon--" you cry, and he nods his head, cradling you to his chest, his head tilted back as he looks up at you. there is blood on your skin and a knife digging into his back, but you're saying his name, and his heart aches, and your pussy is so good-- "gonna come--gonna come--"

"yeah--" he growls, and you push up his mask, lick into his mouth, kiss him sloppy and hard and desperate. "fuck--fuck, yeah--"

he takes off his glove to touch you, two big fingers on your clit as you fuck him desperately. when you come, you soak his cock, and when you tighten, he comes, too, rolling his hips as he spills out of your tight hole and onto your thighs, onto his.

it feels so good. it feels so good to be full of him, to feel him deep, and you smooth your hands down your stomach, feeling him there, stretching you so wide with his come on your thighs, and when he pulls out, you giggle when he gathers the slick onto his fingers and feeds it to you.

you suck his fingers, tasting him, and you whine, looking right into his dark eyes. your heart hurts for a moment--but only a moment. when he pulls his fingers from your mouth, your eyes flicker.

because he still wears his fucking wedding ring.

at the sight of it, you grip your knife tight, and you sink it right into his stomach.

he is laying there in a pool of blood when you're dressed, when the trunk of vials is secure for you to take. you lean over him, pressing on the button of his radio, and you call for medevac to his team, and then you rip the radio in two.

you cup his cheeks, kissing him softly over the mask, and you smooth a finger down his cheek.

"don't pull the knife out, baby, or you'll bleed out," you coo. you tilt your head to the side, knowing you only have a few second window to leave, and you smile down at him.

"until next time, simon."

when you go, you take a piece of him with you.

and fuck--fuck you. because he wants it back.

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valentine-cafe · 26 days ago

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˖⁺. “ it's too big ! ” :

﹙ size difference monster boyfriend x gn reader ﹚.𖹭 ݁

. . . various characters x gn reader !! 🍒 : ﹙ antihero ˖ grim reaper ˖ mercenary ˖ detective ˖ snake god characters ﹚

what happens when you tell them it's too big?

﹙ cws ﹚: explicit content ˖ size difference ˖ penetrative sex ˖ riding ˖ nipple play ˖ rough sex | wc : 0.8k

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﹙alessio 781. ﹚. . . cocky bastard !! 🍓 : “yeah?” he’d chuckle. hands flatten along your thighs and he yanks you back into him. grinding into your gummy walls. the grin on his lips and the arch of his brow would fluster you. especially when he’s got you pinned beneath him and very aware of his size in comparison to you.

“awww yah? too big? that’s sweet.” his thumb strokes along your cheek before his lips are on yours. drawing out whimpers - and he’s not even fully inside yet.

he draws his thrusts out. make you feel just how big he is. before he’s pushing you back down into the sheets and perching one of your legs over his shoulder. a kiss to your shin, a wink flashed to you.

“time to show you whatcha got yourself into, huh?”

you’d have to grip onto his shoulders. your back arched as you whine out at the feeling. he takes it slow - at first - but he’ll make sure to show you how big he really is when he’s pounding you into the sheets rapidly.

“still too big? yeah? pobrecitttooo.”

꒰ mercenary ˖ antihero ˖ immortal ˖ punkgoth character ꒱

﹙talisen 781. ﹚. . . duality lover !! 🍒 : “oh bǎobèi.” his croon warms your heart. thumb stroking along your cheek before he reaches down and very gently grinds hi palm between your legs.

his kisses to your lips are sweet. assuring. he makes sure to swipe his thumb around his tip - collect his precum and stroke it over your awaiting entrance. he’s always made sure to lube you up, make sure you’ve cummed enough just to be certain.

“we will take it slow, alright? trust in me,” the soft whisper against your ear is a balm to your nervousness. and when he eases into you — you wrap you arms around his neck and cling. his words of praise and assurance spill over you. telling you how well you take it and just a little more.

let’s just say that by the time you were well-adjusted. all those praises still murmured above you; all while you were bent in half and rough-fucked into the sheets. your eyes crossed and blurred to that serene, devilish smile of his.

꒰ grim reaper ˖ naga ˖ hero character ꒱

﹙seong-jin 9948e. ﹚. . . compromiser !! 🍓 : “shame.” his dry voice makes your heart flutter. there he is. hands on either side of your head. cock ready to split you open - and all he does is say that.

he supports his weight on his knees. peppering warm kisses along your neck and slipping his fingers down. easing them back into you and giving a few, languid thrusts. his lips curling at the slew of desperate moans.

“you’re wet enough. needy too.”

his palm claps against the back of your thigh before he pushes it forward. pressing his tip up against your entrance while also holding you down. his gold eyes meeting yours. heavy, dark.

“gonna have to get used to be eventually, huh baby?” by the time he’s eased into you, your eyes are rolled back and all you can do is cling. as he slowly fucks you open. before eventually pressing you down onto your tummy and pistoning his hips wildly.

꒰ grim reaper ˖ detective character ꒱

﹙xīyáng 9819. ﹚. . . innovator !! 🍒 : “cute.” his voice rumbles, deep. his hands calloused from weapon-work running along your sides. caressing your curves as his cold lips find their way down your shoulders and chest.

those same hands grab at your thighs. pushing them open and nestling himself further between them. he gives your entrance a little tap after circling it with his fingers before his words sound from above you.

before you know it, he’s flipping you over so that you straddle his lap.

“then ride me, pretty.”

he’d ease into you slowly, talk you through it. slowly rolling your hips back into him to match his slow, easy thrusts. that would soon turn into wild, merciless fucking while you bury your hands into his hair and whine with every smack of his hips into yours. bouncing you like a ragdoll until you’re creaming all over him.

꒰ mercenary leader ˖ grim reaper character ꒱

﹙talisen 164. ﹚. . . motivator !! 🍓 : his low chuckle and the glint in his eyes was all you managed to catch before you’re yelping when his hands grab at your ankles. circle your legs around his waist and pin you further into the sheets.

long circles circle your hole. wriggling one in and accentuating your wet, lewd sounds as he curls and purposefully fucks it at an angle. tutting softly at your whines. gasps. and the arch to your back

“oh, but darling. . . you can take it.”

the head of his cock alone had you spinning. he makes you watch as he slowly eases. inch by inch. his hand in your hair while he whispers soft nothings above you. makes sure to pull all the way out - then snap back in. so that you feel the way that you clench around him.

and when he’s somehow - all the way inside? he’ll grin at you with his strained jaw. brow arching.

“see? not so hard, hmm?” if only to fuck you dumb and drooling.

꒰ snake god ˖ siren character ꒱

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lilozzzyo3569 · 7 months ago

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König Headcannon

Summary: König generally being in love with you and thinking everything you do is adorable MDNI, female reader is smaller then König, I don't own this man (but I guess I wasn't mean to be happy)

König met you randomly at the gym, you had asked him to help you change the weight setting on one of the machines and that was all it took for him to fall madly in love with you, fast forward to now and you two are dating and live together

König loves how much smaller you are than him, granted most people are smaller than him but you are obviously special

König loves putting things on the top shelf on purpose so you have no choice but to ask for his help, he literally put your chips on top of the fridge, LIKE FOR WHAT?

König loves wrapping his arms around you at any given time, you're cooking in the kitchen BAM! very large and cuddly König wrapping you up and holding you like his own personal stuffie. You're bending down to out on your shoes BOOM! König is more than happy to come up behind you and pick you up and take you back to bed "But I have errands to run!" This falls on deaf ears as he takes this opportunity to start tickling your sides to distract you from wanting to leave

König although he is very large moves extremely quiet which means he is constantly sneaking up on you usually on accident. You were making breakfast when you turn around a BAM there he is rubbing his eyes like a large toddler asking "did you make coffee schatz?" you scream and drop your spoon "are you alright mein angel?" Completely unaware of how normal people make noise when they walk "I swear one day I am putting a bell on you" making him laugh

König loves pulling you into his lap on the couch so that he can cuddle you and inhale your scent to calm him after a stressful day

König has a little *read as MASSIVE* bit of separation anxiety and follows you around like an giant lost puppy whether you are at home or out and about. He does not like going shopping but also hates being left alone so he follows you to the store asking "can't you find these things on amazon?" while caging you in between himself and the shopping cart and resting his head on top of yours to keep himself calm

König who can't decide what he prefers, you laying on top of him and cuddling up to him, or him laying in your lap or on your chest. Scratch that he loves laying on you. König has always had issues with social anxiety, so after a long day of interacting with people (he literally went to grocery store and came back) he comes home to find you conveniently on the couch, PERFECT. He immediately lays right on your lap and practically begs for you to run your fingers through his hair (he will pur like a giant kitten). He loves putting his head in your lap because then you can't see how flustered he still gets around you, as if you don't know

König loves laying on your chest and when you start to rub his back he snuggles deeper into you and when you start to praise how amazing, and kind, and strong he is he starts to sniffle a bit claiming "scheisse mein allergies... but what were you saying" UGH and then he has the gall to look up at you with those big blue eyes begging for your love and affection

König thinks everything you do is adorable, like when you got the flu and kept sneezing he would coo every time with "awww mein engel even your sneezes are cute"

König LOVES your size difference, he is always towering over you, measuring your hand sizes, playing with your fingers, "hahahaha mein schatzen your fingers are so kleine, what can you do with these"

König has started trying to teach you German, but keeps getting distracted by you not pronouncing things right

König constantly calling you sweet nicknames like prinzessin, schatz, mein engle, liebe, and when you finally asked what all of the names meant he simply said "it means I love you" making you smile as he bends down to hold your face in his hands and kisses you gently

König also has a bit of a staring problem, you will both be sitting on the couch when you look up from your book to see him staring directly at you and smiling, you smile back making him, and he actually starts to blush

This was something that kept me awake and I just had to get it out of my head. Konig is yet another man that I am foaming at the mouth for especially cute little domestic nonsense plus this mouth of a man YUMMALICIOUS (don't care if that's not a word)

#konig #konig edit #konig cod #konig call of duty #konig x reader #konig mw2 #cod konig #konig headcanon

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eternal-kosmo-ghoul · 1 year ago

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“adorably fuckable”

❤︎ synopsis — a little bit of naughtiness can go a long way, in more ways than one too

pairing: nameless ghouls x gn!reader

theme: smut ❣︎

a/n: i wanted to try a different writing style this time. this is all just pure smutty headcanons with the nameless ghouls because i’m shameless as hell. i’ll make a ghoulettes version soon

cw: nsfw content. it’s all pure smut guys. the ghouls have heat cycles. bdsm. cnc (?). orgasm denial. pet play. primal play (?). blood kink. dacryphilia. shower sex. spanking. semi-public sex. somnophilia. mirror sex. size kink. usage of toys. voyeurism. corruption kink, choking and biting. degradation. they’re ghouls, so they’re very feral.

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➻ sodomizer ghoul

this man is FERAL as hell

he wants to keep you all to himself

and you bet your ass he’s going to show everyone who you belong to

sodo is big on biting. he loves sinking his fangs into your flesh and marking you up with reddish-purple bruised hickeys

if he makes you bleed by biting you he’s only going to get more turned on

he likes seeing you covered in blood

those hands of his are sexy as hell, and he’s using those hands to grip onto any bare flesh his claws can grasp

especially on your ass. sodo likes to squeeze those bare cheeks and spank them until they’re red

being the lead guitarist = good with his fingers

sodo can and will force you on his lap while he fingers your tight heat into oblivion/jerks you off until you’re seeing stars

also pull on his tail if you want to make him go absolutely feral

even the slightest touch on his tail will literally have him rock hard in his pants. his sex drive is that high

this man is cocky as hell

sodo’s really into fucking you against the mirror. he likes to see how good he is at making you feel good

he MAKES you watch him fuck you. will literally grab your chin and force you to look straight into the mirror, just so you can see how his cock disappears into your hole.

“see that? see how good i’m fucking you? mmmh~ no other ghoul can make you feel like this.”

sodo is a lot easier to set off when he’s in heat. but he’s also really unpredictable.

he can be a rough and aggressive mess that wants nothing more than to force you into doggy position and just rail you from behind

or he’ll be a bratty and whimpering mess, begging for you to touch him

he hates to admit that he likes subbing while he’s in heat because it hurts his ego, but sometimes he wants to be pampered and treated like a prince when in bed

even though he’s a huge brat when that’s the case. sodo can’t listen to anything for shit

sodo also likes to fight with you during sex

not in a sense where it’s like actual fighting, but he likes to challenge you on who can dominate the other better

always playing with the power dynamic, teasing each other with dirty remarks, it gets his rocks off

and it usually tends to be a 50/50 on both ends. he likes the equal power dynamic because it turns him on

“mmmh~… look at you.. such a mess underneath me. not putting up much of a fight now, eh?” sodo chuckles lustfully, before shoving your head down to the pillow again as he pounded his cock into you from behind.

“you’re such a slut for my dick.. aren’t ya? such a pretty thing you are… taking me so well.”

you could only whimper softly from the feeling of his hard length pushing deep within your hole. you turned your head slightly, and was met with his hungry, promiscuous gaze.

“hah… i’d argue that you’re more of a slut than me… considering how hard you are.” you retorted back with a teasing grin. though, that grin was quickly wiped off your face when sodo slammed the head of his cock into your sweet spot again.

“shit!”

“awww.. would you look at that? not much of a talker now… are ya?”

sodo then grabbed a fistful of your hair, and craned your head up, forcing you to look in the mirror in front of his bed. you could see in full view how he was slamming his hips into you, and the feeling just made you more worked up.

and sodo could feel it too.

“good fucking plaything.”

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➻ rain ghoul

rain is a little more vanilla than most of his fellow ghouls

key word: a little

that doesn’t mean he can’t be absolutely feral and wild at times

as a water ghoul, rain absolutely adores shower sex

sometimes he’ll just gently knock on your bathroom door, asking politely to let him fuck you

but you can hear his heavy ass, horny breathing from the other side and it also gets you worked up.

one time, it was raining outside, and rain couldn’t resist dragging you outside and rail you like crazy while the raindrops were hitting your guys’ bodies.

he couldn’t help himself— he was feeling extra needy for your body and he just let his ghoulish instinct take over

it turned him on so much, but you later got sick and he felt bad. definitely spent the rest of that day pampering you

would totally do it again though

favorite position is watching you ride him

he loves to claw his fingers into your hips and guide you as you’re bouncing off of his cock

also pants and breaths heavily every time you’re riding him, then his groans quickly turn into quick and sharp moans as he gets closer

“shit… fuck— fuck fuck fuck! ahhh~ you’re so good love—! so good… riding me like that..”

rain’s moans are literally music to your ears

the water ghoul moans differently depending on his mood

he either shamelessly moans loudly, slowly moving to a higher pitch, or lets out deep and heavy breaths of sheer euphoria— with each pant getting deeper than the last

PRAISE KINK.

rain can’t help it. he just loves to worship you and your body while he’s fucking the ever living shit out of you

will definitely hold your hand during sex while he whispers sweet nothings into your ear. he likes to be a bit romantic during sex

rain likes being both on the giving end and receiving end when it comes to praise

call him a good boy and he’ll cum immediately

he likes being praised a lot

also his horns are hella sensitive

If you tug on rain’s horns long enough and tease him, he’s practically melting and panting like a bitch in heat (which he probably is tbh)

so touch rain’s horns.

“oh yeaahh~ oh my love you’re squeezing me so tight— mmf~ you’re going to make me loose it..”

rain’s webbed fingers had a tight grip on your hips as he guided you up and down on his throbbing cock, watching your sweet hole consume his hard-on in a way that had both of you moaning so loudly.

your hands were on his shoulders, gripping them tightly that it left a slight bruising mark on his shoulders.

“rain… rain please..” you whispered out softly, before redirecting your fingers to grip onto the base of rain’s horns tightly.

the water ghoul only let out a higher pitched moan from the feeling and rocked his hips forward, hitting deeper spots inside of you that had your hips spasming.

“nngh! rain!”

“fuck baby! oh yes… that’s it, just like that.”

you only continued to ride rain with more desperation and neediness, gripping onto his horns more tightly. he kept his grip tight on your hips, and jerked his hips forward to match with the rhythm of yours.

“yes… yes that’s it… hnnngh~ keep riding me like that.”

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➻ mountain ghoul

big boy mountain

i said what i said

this man has size and he uses it well

like— he’d do anything just to see you taking his massive dick. he likes knowing that his size makes you feel so good

his favorite thing to do is have you cockwarm him

mountain could be doing the most mundane task like reading a book or something, and he’d just have you sit on his cock

he gets off to watching you squirm on him, seeing you trying not to moan too loud while he sits there, not effected at all.

also, he gets turned on seeing his cock inside of you

like that tummy bulge is there, and he loves staring at it.

mountain will push his palm down on your tummy, feeling himself move inside of you while he fucks you into oblivion

“ahhh~.. you feel that? that’s me making you feel good. i know you love it.”

mountain is fully aware of how big he is, and therefore he’s gentle with you

he’ll start off slow, but then he’ll gradually increase the pace until your legs are shaking like crazy

he will lift you up in his arms while he’s pounding into you. he likes the feeling of you being close to him

like— this man can be standing up and he’ll still have you in his arms while he’s fucking you

mountain also likes to watch you ride him

but his favorite positions is bending you over a counter or the bed while he’s going to town on you

will grip your hips so hard that it leaves marks which is incredibly hot too btw

mountain is insanely good at giving head

he’s addicted to your taste. he wouldn’t mind sitting between your legs for hours while lapping at your cunt/sucking your dick

also wraps his arms tightly around your thighs while he’s between your legs, just to make sure you’re not squirming too much

when he’s in heat he’s more needy, but also a little more rough

like this one time— you were teasing him a bit too much and it ended with you on his bed, tangled in the sheets while you were gasping for air

he’s sure to give you plenty of aftercare afterwards

one time while you both were sleeping together, you were awakened by the sounds of him moaning in his sleep.

mountain was definitely having a wet dream because he was moaning your name and grunting

so you woke him up in a pleasant way by jerking him off while he chased his climax in his sleep

it’s safe to say, you found yourself sitting on him afterwards

mountain was definitely in the zone at the moment.

“i can’t concentrate if you’re moving like that.”

it’s clear he was having no problem with what he was doing right now, but your situation was a little different.

sitting on his cock, but not being able to move, you were stuck on his lap— one of his strong hands grasping your hips to prevent you from moving while you let out soft whimpers of desperation.

“m-mountain please… i can’t take it..”

you had decided to wake up mountain from a nice dream by … pleasing him down there. in return, he decided to force you on his lap and make you take his hard on, not letting you move.

“sit still, pretty thing. you did this to yourself.” mountain whispered into your ear, his eyes still directed to the book he’s reading.

the earth ghoul jerked his hips upwards slightly to tease you, causing you to gasp and tighten around him.

“nnngh! mountain… please…”

“mhhh~ good… you’re doing great.. if you keep taking it well like that, i might reward you.”

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➻ swiss army ghoul

the king of kinks

this man has a whole list of all the shit he’s into, swiss is down to do anything, he’s called swiss army ghoul for a reason

literally everything turns him on, so he loves to experiment with you

position? he’s flexible enough to do anything you want

like he’ll either have you bending your legs backwards until your feet are against the bed frame, or he’ll bend down like holy mary, begging for you to just take him

his favorite position is your legs over his shoulders, simply because he likes hitting all of those sweet spots inside of you with his cock

swiss is the biggest switch to ever exist. he likes having control, but sometimes he wants to be controlled

one moment he’ll be railing you like there’s no tomorrow while whispering the kinkiest shit in your ear, the next he’s a blubbering and whimpering mess under you, just waiting for you to stop edging him

yeah he’s into orgasm denial. he likes being teased no matter how much he whines about it

choking kink, especially if he’s the one getting choked

swiss loves it when you choke him with a belt. will literally demand for you to strangle him harder. and when you deliver he just moans so loudly

his moans sound so hot too so that’s a bonus

makes out with you until you’re lips are numb, does this while he’s pounding into you

swiss has the most creative things to say in bed. he’s big on dirty talk

he’s just so entranced by the moment he can’t help but express how he’s feeling through words— and he’ll definitely degrade you too

“hnngh.. you’re such good little fuck doll for me.. ahh~ nothing but a cute little cumslut who’s only good for taking my loads.”

one word: bondage

and he usually prefers having you tied up

will strap you down to the bed with the prettiest red rope he can find, then he’ll go absolutely ham on you with the many toys he has

you bet your ass swiss owns a lot of toys

and he’ll use them to either edge you and have your legs shaking in anticipation, or overstimulate you until you physically can’t cum anymore

he’s very unpredictable in the sheets, but that’s what makes it so damn hot

one time you were sucking swiss off while he was singing for rehearsal

it was just you and him in the room, but you couldn’t resist going down on him, and it took everything in swiss’ power to not slip up and moan into the mic

needless to say, he let out a moan that was a little too loud and attracted a crowd

“you go down just like— nnngh! … holy maryy~”

currently, swiss was standing in front of his mic stand, singing along the backing vocals of mary on a cross. one hand was on the mic, and the other was on your head to keep your head steady.

you were on your knees in front of swiss’ aching and throbbing cock, with one hand on his hips and the other holding onto the base of his length, deepthroating him like your life depended on it.

it took everything in swiss’ willpower to not screw up and have people hear him moan… but it wasn’t exactly easy to do.

“hah… you really are going down like holy mary, aren’t you? you fucking whore.” swiss spat with a lustful chuckle, grabbing onto your hair and forcing you to go deeper, making you gag and whine from the feeling.

“m-mmmh—!”

“such a fucking slut for my dick. you couldn’t wait ‘till practice was over? ahhh~ … well this is what misbehaving brats like you get for not being patient.”

it seemed that the noise had attracted some attention from the other ghouls, who were peeking in the room to see what was happening. with wide eyes, you tried to pull away, but swiss’ hand forced your head down again, making you moan and your throat constrict around his cock tightly.

“no.. no you’re going to finish what you started. let them watch… let them watch me shoot my load down your throat. then, i’m going to fuck you over that table for them to see. got that?”

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➻ phantom ghoul

phantom likes to act like a lil’ cutie

and he is. he’s just freaky as hell in the sheets

this man likes to act all innocent, but in his mind, he runs wild with his kinky fantasies

he’s mostly learned from swiss and sodo. he gets a lot of his kinks from them since they share similar tastes

phantom fucks hard with bdsm

he doesn’t care if it’s you being dominant or if he’s the dominant one, phantom just gets off to the sensation and thrill of bdsm

just the thought of seeing himself/you covered in so many marks, bruises and hickeys from a long, cruel game of sadomasochism is enough to get him hard

he’s also more of a masochist than a sadist, but he still gets off to seeing you in a whimpering state of pleasure and pain

phantom is always sure to make sure you’re comfortable, since he knows how intense this kind of sex play can get

double checks safe words and reassured you that stopping him when it gets too intense is totally fine

corruption kink

but like— he won’t admit that he’s into it unless you bring up the idea to him

phantom likes to experiment a lot, especially when it comes to roleplaying in your sex life

PET PLAY. again, he doesn’t care if he’s the pet, or if you are, but he does like the idea of being leashed on a collar

literally as long as you and him gets to feel good he doesn’t mind whatever. phantom’s willing to be flexible

will literally get on his knees and beg you to let him suck you off/eat you out

phantom definitely whines

especially when he’s being given head, he can’t help but moan and whimper more loudly because he wants to get his rocks off more to your mouth

“n-nnnghh.. fuck you know to use your mouth.. a-ahh~ more please~..”

when phantom is experiencing a heat cycle that’s when he gets more interesting

he’s a lot more hyper and excitable, like an energized dog that needs to fuck out his energy

phantom’s also definitely more dominant in heat, usually going fast and hard because he’s that excited.

primal play, with him as the hunter, it gets especially intense in heat

like sometimes he’ll even play around with you, chasing you down the woods and when he catches you, he fucks you mercilessly against a tree

sometimes phantom won’t even give you room to breathe because he’s that deep into his carnal and lustful desires

he also definitely leaves bruising, reddish-purple hickeys everywhere, especially in places where the other ghouls can see them

will definitely kiss and lick the hickeys to soothe stinging feeling after he’s left them behind.

when phantom’s in a mean mood he loves to edge you.

he’ll keep you begging and moaning, while you’re writhing around in his grasp, begging for a release

and your tears turn him on too. he might even lick them off of you if he’s feeling extra horny

out of all the ghouls, phantom is the most gentle with his aftercare

he’ll literally spend hours pampering you like royalty to make sure you’re feeling comfortable and safe, and this is mainly due to all of the intense stuff you have phantom do during sex.

“awww.. look at you… you’re completely out of it.”

you were left panting on the bed, soft hiccups escaped from your throat and you were all curled up on the bed. phantom had just spent the past hour or so railing you into the next century— whipping out all sorts of wild cards that had your legs shaking.

you cringed slightly when you felt some of phantom’s cum drip out of your hole just from moving a bit. he really filled you up to the brim

the quintessence ghoul grinned and just scooped you up into his bare chest, gently whispering in your ear and stroking your hair.

“there you go… i got you now..” phantom whispered softly, while you cradled yourself into his arms, sighing softly from his tight embrace.

you could feel phantom’s tail coil around your leg, and tighten slightly, making you whimper due to the sensitivity from the previous session, and phantom just chuckled at the sound.

“phantom…” you whined out, but he just smirked down at you.

“when you’re feeling better, we can go at it a few more times. there’s still some things i want to try with you, and i won’t stop until you’re completely filled up with my cum.”

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viiiiiiiiiin · 9 months ago

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Hellooo! If you're comfortable with this, could you write a chubby!reader x Luffy where they're already in a relationship, and reader is usually pretty okay and confident in her body, but... the strawhats come across Amazon Lily, and seeing the Most Beautiful Woman fawn over her body while looking at reader like she's a disgusting bug, makes reader wonder if she deserves to be with Luffy after all. (Happy ending please)

Beauty in the Eye of The Beholder: Luffy x Chubby!Reader

Includes: Luffy , Strawhats , Fem Reader , Amazon Lily Women

A / N: AWWW I LOVE THIS REQUEST !!! I'm kinda chubby and insecure myself , so this hits a bit close to home. Thank you for this ! Hope you enjoy ! IM SORRY ITS SHORT. IM EXHAUSYED BUT I JOPE YOU ENJOY.

Confidence. No matter what happened , you always had confidence in yourself and others. You didn't care how you looked , how you fought , how you talked , or what others thought of you. You were a strong willed woman , which is the entire reason Luffy was so drawn to you.

Your relationship with the childish captain was no secret. Luffy was open about showing you affection in front of others ! Kisses , massive hugs , hand holding , etc. He wasn't shy when it came to PDA and neither were you.

You did wonder every now and then how he truly felt about you. I mean , there's people like Robin and Nami on the crew. Those feelings quickly washed away whenever Sanji or your boyfriend was around.

Even if you felt down , both of them cheered you up. Sanji didn't treat you any differently just because of your size and Luffy loved ALL of you. He made sure to tell you every time he gets the chance. In his eyes , chub is just more of you to love. More for him to love , in his eyes.

You knew of Luffy's interactions with Boa Hancock , the woman deemed as the most beautiful. Speaking of , your crew was heading to Amazon Lily to hide for a bit and discuss plans.

You understood that Luffy didn't see Hancock like that , but you couldn't help but feel a bit jealous. You never expressed that , however. You just went on and ignored the feeling bubbling up in your chest.

"We are approaching Amazon Lily !" The voice of the Navigator broke you out of your trance. You turned your head to the left and saw the beautiful looking island.

"Damn. You 3 are excited , aren't ya ?" You stated as you noticed Franky , Sanji , and Brook already st the railing. "Hell yeah , sista !" Franky replied , his smirk as wide as ever.

"I'd like to see their panties , even though dont have eyes , yohoho." Brook stated nonchalantly with a blunt sounding laugh , earning a smack on the head from Nami and a laugh from Luffy.

"Turn the ship sharply at 6 o'clock !" The ginger shouted to your Helmsman. "Roger." Jinbe replied , doing exactly as she instructed him to do. You and Usopp walked over to drop the anchors as you noticed a few women come up to the ship.

"Luffy ! You're back ! And you brought your crew !" You turned your head to see a giant lady with the sweetest looking features. Your boyfriend ran up to the edge.

"Aphelandra !" He shouted , a wide smile on his face. He laughed and waved to her. "Where's the other 2 ?" He asked as he looked around for them.

"Oh ! They're behind me ! We are supposed to welcome you in !" As if on cue , 2 other ladies ran up behind the orange - brown haired lady. A blonde lady and another brown haired lady.

"Sweet Pea ! Marguerite !" The 2 girls in question smiled widely and ran to the ship. "Luffy !" The giant lady ran behind them. "Wait up !" She shouted like a child running after their mother in a Walmart.

As the 3 conversed with your boyfriend , your heart couldn't help but hurt slightly. They were beautiful ! You couldn't even imagine what Boa Hancock looked like. Though , you didn't have to wait until the woman of the hour showed up and jumped onto the ship.

The 3 perverts immediately turned to stone and Usopp gaped at her. Your eyes widened as you observed her. She was GORGEOUS. Her title was definitely well deserved.

"We'll have to stay over here for a while , Luffy. I hope you don't mind." Marguerite said kindly , jumping onto the ship as well. "Ahh !! Staying over with Luffy !! How delightful !!" The snake empress turned red , as if she was the female version of Sanji when it came to the strawhat boy. You didn't appreciate it. At all.

Soon , night fell. Sanji managed to awaken from whatever happened to him and made all of you some food. Your eyes trailed over to Luffy and Hancock , a twinge of jealousy hidden behind your gaze.

It was obvious she was love with him. She was literally all over him ! But . . You couldn't help but think back to yourself. In your eyes , you were nothing compared to her. She was skinny , powerful , and had beautiful blue eyes. Her hair was long and beautiful , the black complimenting her eyes. Her form was also absolutely perfect. She had curves in all the right places and her outfit hugged them just right.

You handed your food back yo the blonde haired cook , who raised an eyebrow at you. "Sorry , Sanji. I'm not hungry. You can give it to Luffy , if you want." Before he could respond , you walked away.

You didn't know where you were going until you noticed that you ended up in your room. You sighed and gently closed the door behind you , falling onto it. Your eyes pricked with tears as you began to cry , cry about how you were nothing but a bug in your eyes.

You hated it. Why were you feeling like this now ? You never had any problems with your body , so why were you acting like this ? You stood up and threw a pillow from the ground onto the wall , anger boiling in your body. You weren't mad at Hancock or Luffy , but at yourself.

You walked over to your bed and flopped onto it , scrunching the blankets up underneath you. You moved to cover yourself up and just . . Cried. You didn't know what to do. Your eyes stung from how hard you were crying and your body trembled like you were experiencing frostbite.

A knock on the door caught your attention. It was loud and harsh. You knew who it was just from the sound alone. Luffy. You sat up and wiped your eyes with the tissues by your bedside. "Come in." Your hoarse voice called out , a reminder of what you were once upset about.

The man walked in and frowed. "Why aren't you out there with us , Reader ?" He asked as he walked over to your bed. He sat in front of you and observed how you looked. Your hair was a mess , your eyes were red and puffy , and your cheeks were stained with fresh tears.

He sighed and put his arms around you. He knew. He may seem stupid , but he was very observant. Especially with you. You said nothing and just cried onto his shoulder.

"Look , Reader. I don't see her like that ! I promised you that I would make you the queen of the Pirates so you could be by my side. I'm not gonna let her take your place." Though his words seemed strange , they warmed your heart up immensely.

"Thank you , Luffy." You kissed his cheek and wiped your eyes. "Cmon ! I want some more meat !" He held his hand out for you to take. You laughed and placed your hand in his. He laughed and dragged you out of your room , away from your moping.

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selfloverrrrrr · 6 months ago

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The Fallen Angel~

Chapter 1

Masterlist , This Story Masterlist

( All characters are aged up/18+)

Minors Do Not Interact

Read the warnings carefully....if you don't like my stories block me not report

Warnings : love, fluff, a lot of plots, smut , heavy smut, unprotected sex, Noncon, Kidnapping, physically and emotional abuse, biting, torture, size difference, fallen angel gojo....

Summary: Gojo Satoru was an angel. But instead of falling in hell accidentally he falls on earth and got a life like humans. Then the story begins....

It was a sunny day. We all were doing our work. Cutting the wood and pack them for the royal family. The zenin family. We live in The Kingdom of Zenin family.

"Oi Geto...calm down. You're going to cut the earth with the wood with the pressure you are giving" Shoko said who was sitting on the floor beside where the boys Geto, Nanami and haibara were cutting the woods. Geto cackled. "Mhm.... don't say that Shoko! Geto is strong after all!" I said grabbing Geto's bicep and he winked at me. "Yeah yeah continue flirting with each other " Shoko said with a giggle.

"whatever you say.... anyways, guys guess what.... I've made a dessert.... it's too sweet... I've tried hope y'all gonna like it " I announced with both of my hands behind me and a cheeky smile. "We like everything you make y/n" Nanami said with a smile. "Awww thank you sooooo much Nanami!" I replied.

We all lived together. We all are friends. We means me, Shoko, Geto, Nanami and Haibara. We don't have parents. From our childhood we grew up together like that. We all live in one house. All of us are best friends. We help each other with anything. Geto was the strongest in our friend circle. As a human he's too strong! He's the one who always protects all of us from any danger.

It was almost the sun set. All woods were chopped for today. We girls tied those woods and took it to the cattle car who brings the woods to the castle. Geto, Nanami and Haibara were handing us the woods and me and Shoko were bringing those woods to the cattle car. Two soliders were standing beside the car.

"why are you still working so hard, y/n? When price Noya is ready to marry you and you can live a luxury life marrying him?" One of the solider said. "Why are you still talking so much instead of shutting your fucking mouth up knowing damn well that I can chop your damn head with this axe if say a single word again " Geto said glaring at the soliders. They quickly went to the car and went out from there.

"it's okey Geto... don't listen to them... you know that they always come and say that so I can say yes" I said putting a hand on his shoulder. "Nah nah... it's totally fine... Geto is just protecting his future wife" Shoko teased with a smirk.

Geto looked at Shoko and said "madam why don't you go and marry Haibara who is already your boyfriend?" Geto teased back. This time Shoko blushed. "Why are you blushing now ma'am?" I teased. We all laughed.

We all were laughing when suddenly we heard a loud sound. That came from our garden. The sound was like as if something fell in the garden. We all became silent. "What was that?" Nanami asked. "I'm thinking the same" Haibara said. "Let's see it together what was that" I said.

We all started walking towards the garden together. We were almost near the garden when we heard a groaning sound. Our heart was beating so loudly. We finally reached the garden. But what was that...? All of our eyes widened. We've never seen this in our whole life. There was a man on the ground of our garden. But he wasn't like normal human. He looks like a normal human but it has two big white wings on it's back.

Chapter 2

Tagging : @liciaforlife @candy69gurl @byakuya61085

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miam0re · 1 year ago

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Overheard Fantasies | Honkai Star Rail

Warning: Fantasies(mentions) of- Group Sex/Gang Bang, Blowjobs, Cunnilingus, Anal stuff, spanking, biting, deep throating, cum swallowing, more stuff i probably missed

Summary: And there you were with your best friends, talking about your fantasies of fucking the men you've met...who happen to be hearing your conversation from the other room

Pairings: Welt Yang, Jing Yuan, Gepard X Fem!Reader (together)

Mia's Notes: Yooo This was inspired by THIS ASK asked by @cxxmine lots of love for the ask!! I wanted to include whichever men i could but Im not too good with writing group stuff so I thought I'd write for 3! If you all like it then maybe I can write more owo but yep this is it for now, I hope you enjoy it mwah mwah Ps bold text is you talking and the normal text is their reaction

“Oh, Mr.Yang? He’s such a dilf, ya know? Like I would totally spread my legs wide open for him-oh or maybe just sit on his face- and I just know that he’s got the most skilled tongue ever. Would I call him ‘daddy’? Absolutely yes. Would I start whoring out if he called me his dearest little one? You bet I would be an obedient girl for him while all the other guys watch me be good for him."

Your sweet Mr.Welt Yang coughs into his fist, pushing his glasses up the bridge of his nose, imagining it accidentally bump against your clit while he eats you. Really, he wasn’t that much older than them in looks…but apparently, in your eyes, you considered him a ‘Daddy’. Maybe he would almost immediately get addicted to the taste of your leaking juices, lapping them up greedily the way he’s imagined so many times. Yes, he’d desire for you to be a good girl for him, he doesn’t have the time to tame you and discipline you. But maybe a few harsh bites to your thighs, leaving marks of his presence ought to do the trick.

“I’d let him play with my ass while I’m being eaten out by Welt. I just get this feeling that he has the biggest thing for asses like have you guys noticed how his eyes keep wandering down when I walk in front of him? And if you’re asking if I’d let him stuff my hole…perhaps. I bet he has a collection of toys. Yeah…I wanna use them. I would also shamelessly ride his fingers if he asked me to.”

He’s smiling to himself, a slight glimmer in his golden eyes with faint pink dusting his cheeks. You are quite the observant lass aren’t you? Seeing the way his eyes have been stealing glances at your plush ass. And since you’re so willing to permit him to have his way with you, maybe he would stuff you with one of the many plugs in his possession. All different shapes and sizes that will stimulate you till you’re convulsing and rolling your eyes to the back of your skull. If you’re good for him, maybe he’ll smack your butt to sear his touch into your skin for you to never forget. And if nothing else, he’s got his long slender fingers that he can thrust into your puckered up hole till you’re loose and prepared for his cock.

“Awww I’d love to see his face all flustered and red as he tries to keep his composed self. Definitely going to give him head in this situation. Kiss his pretty red tip and run my hands up and down his thick cock- you know he’s gotta be sporting a monster behind those pants with a body and adorable personality like that. Roll my tongue all over the length till he’s shaking and cumming on me.”

Oh my…oh dear…Gerard has gone as red as a tomato, covering his burning ears to cool them and try to not let any more of your vulgar thoughts corrupt his mind. But he’s already too far gone, imagining having your hair in a fist while pushing you down on his generous length, watching how you so professionally swallow it all up, hollowing your cheeks to vacuum around his hot dick. Oh god, he’s imagining the way you’ll drool all over him and then lick him base to tip to clean the saliva and precum. If you’ll go on looking at him with those dazed eyes, he might just shoot a heavy load down your throat, clutching the back of your neck to keep you in place as he bucks into you.

The three men accidentally make eye contact with each other, breaking the uncomfortable gaze and bouncing on their heels, hands in their pockets to adjust their growing boners.

Will any of them make the first move to talk to you? I guess it’s up to March to decide how this plays out!!

#mia.writes #mia.smut #mia.thirst #honkai star rail x reader #star rail smut #honkai star rail smut #welt yang smut #gepard smut #jing yuan smut #welt yang x reader #gepard x reader #jing yuan x reader

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grayishgiggles · 2 months ago

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Tickletober Day 2 — Chase

Lee!Grayson, Ler!Miguel

Prompt list by @tickletober / @/august-anon

“I don’t get it,” Grayson deadpanned, practically shadowed by his mentor’s figure. He played with one of his hoodie strings as he walked through one of the many cavernous hallways in HQ. And, of course, it wouldn’t be HQ without the fifty or so spider-men they had to weave through. In a way, Grayson looked like a duckling following his mother. His nearly seven foot tall scary looking mother. With claws. “Where are we going?”

“We’re gonna train.” Miguel glanced up from his watch down next to him, suddenly halting his gait. He nearly jumped out of his skin when he felt a body bump against his back, turning sharply with a confused glare.

“Sorry,” said Grayson, scrambling to walk parallel with him now. “Wait, is this cause of my last patrol?! I just had an off day, man, I-I didn’t think he’d be able to keep up with me.”

“Gray, chill out,” Miguel held a hand up, the smallest tinge of amusement in his voice. “You’re not in trouble. I just haven’t got my workout in today…”

“Oh, okay.”

Their footsteps filled the silence for a moment. Miguel shrugged, the glow of his suit catching Grayson’s eye. ”…and, I dunno, you make things less boring.”

“Awww!” Grayson broke into a goofy smile, giving the bigger man an affectionate shove to the shoulder. Miguel rolled his eyes and swatted at his hand sheepishly.

“We are gonna work on your agility, though.”

“Aw come on!”

“I don’t wanna hear your whining. I’ll make it fun, ok?” Miguel tilted his head harmlessly, eyes meeting his apprentice’s mismatched ones.

How the hell did he get a purple eye anyway? He thought, Genetics-wise he’d have to have some sorta albinism… wait, what the hell are you talking about, O’Hara? You have red eyes. You got claws. Spider DNA does weird shit to you, too.

“What’re we gonna do then?” Grayson’s voice brought Miguel out of his head. He didn’t think that far, admittedly. He just said the “fun” thing to get the guy to stop complaining. His walking slowed with a hum, hand under chin in thought. There was the obstacle courses, robot drones, the laser field, hell, they could just patrol and practice on site.

”Bro, you’re not the thinker—“ Grayson prodded.

”Shut up.”

Grayson let out a chuckle. Jeez, practically anything he did made the guy laugh. Really wasn’t helping his train of thought. That damn laugh… that…

Oh.

OH!

He felt the corners of his mouth tug upwards.

”How do you feel about a chase?” Miguel proposed, interrupting Grayson’s last chortle. “Oooh, sure! Like with one of those anomaly simulations?”

There was a different air in his motion, suave, unalluring. Miguel stepped in front of Grayson, effectively halting his pace. “With me.”

“Huh?!” Grayson blurted. “But that’s so unfair! I couldn’t catch you.”

“I’ll be chasing you.” Miguel corrected with a point.

A little wave of adrenaline ran through Grayson’s veins. “Uh, yeah, my point still stands.”

“Hey, you never know till you try.” Miguel had tried to come off as encouraging, leaning down to meet his level. “I’ll even add motivation, ok? Just don’t get caught for two minutes or else.”

The hooded spider’s face furrowed. “Or else what?”

He could’ve just told him, honestly. Miguel could’ve, but he didn’t, because all he had to do was give him that look. A smirk, a mischievous twinkle in his eye. The classic formula.

And as always, it worked. Grayson’s eyes expanded to the size of saucers. Little wave turned into big wave, his spider sense verifying it all. He knew the stakes.

“You got a five second head start.” Miguel couldn’t hold back his smirk now.

“WHAT?”

“Four…”

That’s all Grayson needed to hear. The boots of his suit squeaked against the floor when he spun around, hauling it past a few concerned spider-men. Miguel watched the brown cowlick of his hair wave around like a flag, getting smaller.

“Three… two… one…” he muttered to himself, then immediately broke into a sprint.

“Shitshitshitshitshit!!” Grayson’s echoed expletives followed him down the hall and into the vast atrium of triangular walkways. His head spun left and right. Where now?! Does he hide out? No, that’s stupid! He can’t hide, this is for agility!

“I see you!!”

Miguel’s voice boomed in the distance behind a crowd of spiders. No time for decision making. Grayson shot a web at a platform above, feet lifting off the ground as he swung upwards. His nimble yet steady frame wove past passerby swingers, apologizing when he nearly ran into 60’s spider-man. A futuristic THWIP caught his attention, followed by a dim red glow in the corner of his eye.

“Did you even give me five seconds?!” Grayson’s voice cracked. He yelped at the sudden thud of Miguel landing, and the thunder of his footsteps. “Oh SHIT SHIT SHIT-!”

“I gave you all five, so maybe you’re just too SLOW-!” Miguel yelled as he lunged to tackle him. Grayson ducked and rolled in time, scurrying past Miguel as he clawed the ground to change direction. He was too late, though. Grayson wasn’t on the platform anymore.

”Dammit!”

“You ok, boss?”

Miguel turned to see Ben Reilly, for once concerned about someone else and not his own angst. No, maybe he was just confused. Miguel didn’t care. His eyes flashed a sinister glare.

“Where did he go?”

Grayson’s gait became unsynchronized, panting all he could do. Once rounding the corner and checking behind him, he stumbled to a stop, hands on his knees. He should’ve spent more time at the gym on campus. Agility, yes, endurance, no. All the college kid could hear was his own panting. Hell, it echoed through the hall… wait, that’s weird. Where was everyone? When did a Spider Society hallway ever get quiet?

Head turned up towards the rest of the hallway, not a single spider except him crawled through. He swallowed, taking in the ambient sound of late stage technology humming within the walls, that soft red glow accenting the trim. All he could think of was one of those hallways in Alien.

Gingerly, he carried on with a jog. Despite no spider sense warning him, he had a bad feeling. This felt intentional. Miguel might’ve rigged this place as a trap. Who the hell knows what he could do just with the watches! The… watches.

Grayson skidded to a stop, opening his portal watch frantically. He swiped to a hologram reading “LOCATION: ON.”

”Fuck,” he whispered, turning the feature off with a tap. His jog turned to a run.

Careening past a few testing rooms and miscellaneous areas for hangouts, Grayson let out a chuckle of relief seeing the elevator door ahead. His light in the tunnel. Thank god!

Grayson’s gloved finger pressed the down button a few anxious times. He fidgeted in place, the humming descent of the platform growing louder by the second. He had to be passing two minutes by now. All he had to do was stay out of sight for a little longer. Easy win.

The arrow above the door flashed with a modern ding. The platform settled to a halt, hissing out softly. The triangular doors slid open, and without question, Grayson dashed into the elevator.

Right into Miguel’s arms.

Squeezed in a bear hug, Miguel lifted Grayson off the ground. “Gotcha!”

“Wh-AHH! NO! No let me goho! It was two minutes! NO!”

“One minute and fifty seven seconds,” his captor corrected, the smile audible in his voice. Miguel moved with Grayson’s sudden squirming, but never budged but grabbed one of his wrists. “I don’t round up.”

“Y-You don’t gotta do this! W-We cohohould bet with food- AhAAAH!”

Grayson curled in on himself, failing to listen to his spider sense. Now there was a large hand gently pinching up and down his side. “NOHohoo!!”

“Should’ve been faster, mijo,” Miguel tutted.

“IHIhihi DUHUhunno what that means!” He cried out with a snort, sinking in his arms. Miguel followed him, kneeling beside his victim and pinning his wrist above his head. He straddled one of his legs to keep Grayson down.

Miguel curiously poked around his exposed side, delighted by the eruption of small giggles. He pushed his cropped hoodie up to show more of his suit. “Now, if I remember correctly… these ribs were a good spot.” He proved his claim a moment later, coaxing a laugh out of the spider-man with a light scribble to the side of his ribs. ”NOHOAhaha! Mihihiguel!!” Grayson snorted, his free arm weakly pushing against Miguel at an odd angle. “Gehet off! YohOHOu win!”

“Not yet, no,” he retorted, “you gotta get your fill of tickles, kay? It’s good for your immune system.” Grayson hated that he was right, a small blush on his cheeks followed by a stream of giggles. Miguel’s calloused fingers walked their way up to his armpit, the crop top hoodie’s sleeve doing nothing to protect him there. “EEhee!!”

“And there’s those squeaks,” Miguel recalled, like it was an old memory. His hand skipped over Grayson’s underarm, spidering right above on his bicep, eliciting a stream of bubbly giggles. “Oh, this is priceless.”

Grayson tugged at his trapped wrist with another snort. “IHIhIHi hahate you!!”

“Well that can’t be true.” Miguel sneered, clawing into his armpit. He chuckled upon Grayson’s burst of cackles.

“NOhOHO not there! Ack!” Grayson’s legs flailed uselessly under Miguel. His cacophony paired with the elevator’s humming in descent made a delightful symphony in the leader’s head. “STAHAhaawp!!”

“Okay, okay, whatever,” Miguel replied, his fingers slowing to a few pokes. He relented his grip, kneeling over his apprentice to look at his smile. “You okay?”

“Jehesus…” Grayson chuckled as he fought to catch his breath. He took a deep breath in, letting out an extra giggle. “Y-Yeheheah…”

Miguel returned the smile, reaching a hand towards him. Grayson flinched with a funny noise. “Pfft, the shock was that?” He chuckled. The man’s hand finally reached Gray’s head of hair, ruffling it gently.

Grayson scrunched his face and tried to fix the curl on his forehead. “You didn’t count to fihive…” he groaned.

“I was gonna get you either way,” replied Miguel, “It was a matter of how long you wanted to delay the inevitable.”

Grayson shared a confused look. “Stop using big words.”

“Aren’t you an English major?” The sigh from Grayson made him blurt out a laugh. “I’m sorry, I’m a jerk.” He relented, standing up. He held a hand out to pull his apprentice up. Gray took the help and stood with a groan. The shift of gravity as the elevator slowed down caught their attention.

“You did good, though.” Miguel said. “You outran me for a second.”

“I dunno how,” Grayson muttered with a shrug. A large hand lightly punched his shoulder. “Hey, no bad self-talk. We got anomaly files to organize back at the lab.”

“Training’s over?”

“What, you wanna be tickled again?”

“N-No!”

#minors dni #grayson parker #sfw tickle community #grayson and miguel #spidersona #ticklish!spiderman #atsv tickle #lee!grayson #ler!miguel #tickle fic #sfw tickle fic #tickletober 2024 #augtickletober2024

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angelsberrymilk · 2 months ago

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i need Endverse Dean to ruin early seasons bratty twink Sam

I haven't gotten that far into the show yet (I'm on s10) so it hasn't really hit me how much different Dean and Sam are now compared to s1. But I'm confident in certain things, for example:

*I assume endverse means later seasons Dean.

Endverse Dean would be crazier and absolutely insane for his babybrother, would kiss him on the mouth in public and not hesitate to beat someone half to death if they say anything, let's say at some dingy bar.

Also, the size and strength difference makes it a bit hard to breathe because uuuuuhhhh. Endverse Dean is big and rough and mean and heavy with long legs and big hands. He would absolutely manhandle sammy with no shame, wrap his hand around those skinny wrists and not even have the shame to hide how much he gets off on being stronger than his sweet sammy. He'll definitely throw him around and go as far as to hold him by the back of the neck, leading him in a crowd or just to do it cuz Dean doesn't like how this random person was eyeing his sammy.

God help anyone who tries to get into sammys pants and get caught by Dean. People have thought he was all sorts of things to sammy before. A random group of teenagers trying to mess with his baby say, "Shit, his dad's here."

Or a random waitress will be like, "Awww, is that your big brother?" And Sam wouldn't even say anything, nor Dean, and then catch them later making out in the booth.

And don't even think sammy is passive. Oh no, he's bratty, fiesty, he hisses, scratches, bites, punches and kicks, gives his Dean absolute hell, like that'll make Dean love him any less. And Dean would let him. He relishes in the violence and rage, because at least his babysammy is alive and here. With him. Giving him bruises and scars, laying claim to his skin, forever.

Also, if anything ever happens to sammy, he can at least fight, his long arms and legs give him a little leverage, but he's still lean with no much meat on his bones, just barely stopped growing, and he can be overpowered by someone much bigger. But if anything sammy is 100% sure of, is that Endverse!Dean will never let anything happen to him. So yeah, Dean shows up and rips the guy off his sammy and rips his intestines out of his stomach.

Then they chuck the corpse in the trunk, drive to the middle of bumfuck nowhere, and Dean leaves the car, takes his flannel off and hands sammy a flashlight while he digs a grave to throw the body in. Sammy thinks that Dean will ask him to take turns because digging a grave is heavy labor. But he doesn't. So Sam tries to ask and Dean laughs in his face, sweaty and tan and handsome, "Just keep the light still, princess." Sam then wants to hit Dean in the head with the flashlight because he's not a fucking princess, but thinks maybe that's not a good idea because Dean will drag him inside the hole and fuck the attitude out of him, then end up going back to the bunker covered in dirt, tasting it in the back of his mouth and leaking cum onto the impalas leather seat.

Uhhh ya. Thanks for the ask, anon 🫶💋

#ask #anon #endverse #endverse dean #spn #supernatural #sam winchester #wincest #dean winchester #sam and dean #samdean #supernatural fandom #sam and dean deserve better #dean x sam #sammy #sam/dean #dean/sam

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championleonsslut · 11 months ago

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How about a wedding night with Leon? Rose petals, candlelight, champagne and Leon sweetly making love to his now wife ;w; Could you write for that, pretty please? I wanted something NSFW, but also on the romantic, tender side. That would be a dream come true <3

Awww this one’s so sweet! Here you are! This is my first full fic I’ve written on here, I hope you like it!

“Should we consummate it again?”

Reader is female (sorry my other gendered readers), reader and Leon are married, VERY smutty, you’ve been warned.

The wedding was wonderful, possibly the very best night of your life. Besides the party, the bouquet toss (which Sonia caught), and the goofy best man speech from Raihan, what was the best part of all?

Him. You got to marry him. You got to marry the champion of Galar, the love of your life, Leon. Not only did your vows make each other cry, but the rings on your fingers symbolized the true creation of your love for one another.

But now… the mood had shifted. You had gone back to your shared apartment, and you knew what came next. Most, if not all marriages were consummated… and this one was no different.

As soon as Leon had finished locking the door, he quickly strode over to you. He had a glint in his eyes, one of passion and hunger. Perhaps he was just as excited for this as you.

You squeaked when he scooped you up bridal-style. How fitting. He placed a sweet kiss to your forehead, and batted his eyelashes at you.

“If you’re up for it, I think the evening has one more event in store.” He chuckled under his breath.

You could barely speak you were so excited, so you just settled on nodding instead. Leon chuckled again, and began carrying you down the hallway to your shared bedroom.

It seems he had prepared for this, being the horny little shit he is.

The room was already dimly lit, and he had gone all out. There were lit candles around, goddamn rose petals on the king sized bed you shared, and he had a large, boyish smirk on his face as he kicked the door gently shut with his foot.

He tossed you on the bed, and your dress billowed around you as you landed, letting out a giggle. Music to his ears. He walked over, and placed his hands on either side of your head as he smirked down at you.

“My lovely bride…” He murmured, sifting his fingers through your hair, “I’m gonna make you squeal like you’ve never squealed before.”

You giggled as he began nibbling at your neck, and undoing the back of your dress.

“Leon!”

He chuckled against your neck, replying by leaving a hickey there for later.

Your dress was slowly peeled off you, and he gently placed it aside, as it was expensive, and he’d hate to ruin it. But when he looked back, his eyes bulged.

There you sat, twirling a strand of hair around your finger, in lingerie. Now, you’ve worn lingerie for him before, you guys have had sex a MILLION times before this. But this, this was different. He could already feel his face heating up from just the sight of you.

It was a red babydoll top, with transparent fabric that draped over your stomach, a red thong underneath, which hardly covered anything, a matching garter, black stockings, and those heels you’d worn all day.

“Ohmygod.” Was all he could breathe out as his eyes practically drooled at the sight of you.

He knelt down in front of the bed, gently running his hands up and down your legs, as his eyes wandered all over you.

“Is this for me?” He muttered, a little breathless. “Because… I didn’t think you could get any hotter.”

You giggled, “It’s for my husband, actually. I wanted to treat him.”

He practically growled under his breath, “You cheeky thing. Well, I’m a little disappointed to take it off, but I prefer you in nothing anyway.”

You blushed, and he had already removed his jacket and shoes, so he undid a few buttons on his shirt, just to tease you, before he got to carefully stripping you.

He started with the heels, which he chucked aside. Next came the garter, which he made sure to look at you as he slid it off. Then he moved onto those stockings, which just drove him wild. His dick was already trying to poke out of his pants just from the sight of you in lingerie. Once the stockings were off, he gently kissed your thighs, and even left a hickey there too.

He then ran his hands up and down your side, gently sighing through his mouth and biting his bottom lip a bit. He slipped the straps of the babydoll off your shoulders, and yanked it up above your head. Leon’s definitely a boob guy. So naturally, he basically drools at the sight of your bare chest. He goes right in for a snack. Gently nipping, licking and sucking at your buds. You groaned, running a hand through his hair and giving it a little tug. That made him groan too.

He was feasting away like you’d starved him, but you didn’t mind. You not only loved the unstoppable attention, but also just how good it felt.

You yelped when he chomped on you, and you felt him giggle against your chest. You were already a little wet when he tossed you on the bed, just from anticipation alone, but now there was a little wet spot on your thong.

He stopped his assault on your chest, and rubbed over your clit through your panties. You bit your bottom lip and held back a groan, but he didn’t like that. He grabbed you by the chin and made you look at him.

“Do not stay quiet. I want to hear you. I want to hear you moan and squeal and scream my name. I don’t care if all of Galar hears. Because I’m your husband, and I love when my wife gets noisy for me.”

You only got more wet from that, and could only nod. Leon smiled, and gave you a soft kiss on the lips.

“Good girl.” Well that just made your knees so weak.

He slowly slid your panties off, and chucked them aside. You were left completely bare for him, just the way he liked it. He ran a finger up your soaking wetness, and sucked it off. According to him, this was the best taste in the world.

He got the rest of his shirt off, leaving him completely topless. You practically drooled at the sight, and he loved the way you practically had heart eyes at him.

He pushed you up the bed a little bit, and threw a leg over his shoulder. He smiled up at you, before going in for your cunt. He left kisses on your thighs first, then your puffy folds, and lastly on your clit. He actually left many open-mouthed kisses on your clit. It made you fist the bedsheets and groan.

He began lapping at your clit, occasionally he would gently nibble at it, and sometimes he would suck on it. You squirmed a little, but he made sure to hold your thighs in place. You felt him groaning against you, from just how good you tasted.

Your clit was throbbing, and your weeping cunt just told him how much you were enjoying this. You let out moans and groans just for him, and it only motivated him more to eat your clit off.

“O-Oh… Leon… A-aahh… You feel… W-Wonderful…”

He chuckled and paused his attack on your cunt, “and you taste wonderful. Now, relax, love. I gotta prep you for the dick you love so much.”

You could only respond with another moan as he went back to town on your pussy. The coil inside you was already starting to snap and pop. It wouldn’t be long before your husband drove you over the edge.

He gently shoved two fingers in your dripping hole, and began gently caressing your walls. You moaned like a slut. He chuckled against your cunt, and moved his fingers around a bit.

Your moans just egged him on more, and you were right there. It felt like you were going to explode from how pent up you were.

And you practically did. With a high-pitched, loud moan, you came around his fingers. He knew just how your pussy pulsed when you came, so he slowed down his assault. He slowly stopped lapping at your clit, and took his fingers out to lick them clean.

You were sweaty, panting a bit, and your hole was dripping. He smiled up at you, and stood up to place both hands on the bed.

“I hope you’re not too tired for the main event?” He smirked.

You couldn’t even talk, you just rapidly shook your head. You could never say no to that massive cock.

He chuckled, and began fiddling with his belt. You wiped the sweat off your forehead. His pants weren’t even kicked off all the way before he was climbing on the bed. You could spy the tent in his boxers once his pants were on the floor. It made you drool a bit.

He tugged those off too, and tossed them aside. His dick sprung straight out, and was already throbbing at the tip. He grabbed one of your legs and placed it on his shoulder and smirked down at you.

“Are you ready, my lovely bride?”

You could only nod, as he pulled you a little closer to him. He ever so gently slid inside you, and the stretch was slightly painful, but felt far too good overall. You groaned, and he hissed through his teeth.

He repositioned himself as he slid all the way inside you, so that he could nibble at your neck and jaw. That only made you make more noise for him. You squealed when he bottomed out inside you.

His thrusts were slow and calculated, as he kissed, licked and sucked at your neck. You were making such sweet noises for him, and he loved it. His cock was so thick, it may as well have split you open. But it didn’t, it always surprised him how you could take this.

He was so slow, sweet and gentle. Definitely not fucking you, but instead making love to you. Only the best for his bride, of course.

He wasn’t exactly quiet though, moaning against your neck, because your pussy just felt THAT good. So warm, wet and tight. Even after he’s wrecked you so many times.

Your moans, groans and squeaks only motivated him more. You, on the other hand, were loving this. Here he was, your husband, taking his sweet time in pleasuring you, so perhaps you could spend all night entangled in one another.

He stopped leaving hickies on you for a second, to pant against your shoulder as he thrust inside you again.

“Oh fuck… That’s a good girl for me, the best pussy in all of Galar.”

Well that just drove you over the edge, you pulsated and spasmed around him, and sucked him in deeper. He couldn’t complain, instead, he moaned right as you did.

He was almost breathless, as he leaned back a bit to look at you. Your flushed face, and the way you softly panted. He ran a thumb over your cheek and smiled, leaning down to kiss you so softly. Of course you returned it.

He began slowly thrusting again, as your lips moved together. He was kissing you so sweetly, so lovingly, as if he had to physically prove to you how worthy he was to be your husband.

You were still sensitive after your last orgasm, but not as sensitive as Leon. He was twitching away inside you, not far from his own release.

You broke away from kissing him, which made him whine, to wrap your arms around his back and put your foreheads together.

“Cum inside me, champion. Please, cum inside me.”

That practically made him purr, and he pecked you on the lips.

“Anything my wife wants, she gets.”

Your lips reconnected, and the kissing turned into a lot more tongue, but still so sweet and loving. He picked up the pace a little, but still going relatively slow. His dick was throbbing inside you, just begging to burst.

You were both moaning into the kiss, which only made it feel even better. He groaned into the kiss when he hit his high.

His cum was so warm and sticky, you loved feeling it full up inside you. He was still kissing you ever so passionately as he finished, and broke away when it began to subside.

“How many rounds does it take to consummate a marriage, you think?” He smirked at you.

You whacked him on the chest, “Horny bastard.”

He scoffed, “You were just moaning like a whore for me, and you begged me to cum inside you!”

Touché Leon.

#reader probably has a praise kink ngl #champion leon #pokemon leon #trainer leon #champion leon x reader #pokemon #pokemon leon x reader #anon ask #request

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desert-rose24 · 6 months ago

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I Hate You, I Love You (Just Imagine Series)

Welcome to Part Three of my first series called Just Imagine! This is where you, the reader, can read your filthiest thoughts without having a character or person specified. It's all up to you and who you want to picture these fantasies with.

MINORS DO NOT INTERACT! THIS IS 18+ ONLY! YOU WILL BE BLOCKED IF YOU ARE NOT OVER 18!

WARNINGS: Pure Smut, Half Hate Sex, Half Soft Sex, Edging, Use of Nicknames (Sweetheart, Baby), Fingering, P in V, Kissing, Cussing, Teasing, a little bit of fluff, and just a dash of angst

These stories will not specify any reader ethnicity or race! However, these stories will differ. If you want to read one where you're fantasizing of a specific gender, I'll write those too! THIS STORY IS MALE GIVING!

I AM WRITING THESE MORE AIMED TOWARDS FEMALE, PLUS SIZED READERS RECEIVING! It's something I'm more experienced with writing, but I will take requests. Thank you for reading and enjoy!

I do not give any permission for my work to be copied, translated, modified, or reposted on any other site, app, or platform

Part One Part Two

Just imagine the hatred you feel for him. There was absolutely nothing to describe what you felt. The hatred in your heart that made you want to rip his pretty face off. The kind where he makes your gears grind in an almost satisfying way. When the bickering between you makes your heart race. Where he's constantly on your mind, making you hate him even more. You couldn't stand him. At least, that's what you tried to convince yourself.

I mean, just look at yourself. You're lying underneath him in a crappy motel room while his fingers circle your clit. He brings his free hand to your jaw, turning your face towards him to plant a deep kiss. You drag out a long moan as your tongues swirled in pleasure. He groaned in frustration as he pulled away from the kiss.

"You're so annoying, calling me like this. You know that, right?" he says with a smirk. You give him a long, harsh glare before answering.

"Then, why did you come?" you ask with a shaking voice, trying to keep yourself harsh so he wouldn't get the idea that you were softening up for him. Like he was going to fall for that. You grip his shoulder as he adds pressure on your throbbing clit, letting out another moan.

"Because how could I resist a chance to watch you pathetically cum on my fingers and cock?" he replies, no hesitation in his voice. His dirty words sent shivers down your body, leading to your chubby pussy, making your hole clench. He seemed to have noticed this based on the face he makes.

"Aw, poor baby, you're a needy little cunt, aren't you?" he says, trailing his fingers to your entrance, gathering up your wetness, then dragging it back up your clit. You softly gasp as you try to muster up an answer. Only one thing came to mind.

"Fuck youuu.....Ah~" you say, letting your voice go. The tension in your abdomen builds, letting your clit throb with such need as he rubs faster. Your head sinks into the pillow as your back arches. It's almost there, just a little more. Your muscles are tensing, the grip on his shoulder is so tight, it has to leave a bruise in the morning. He kisses you right as you moan, swallowing everything you have to give him. Your moan, your body, maybe even your soul. And scary enough, maybe even your heart. Shit, you can't think about that right now, especially when you're so close. So, so close. Right there....

The pleasure is suddenly gone, making you loudly groan. He lets out a giggle, almost as if he's mocking you.

"You didn't think it would be that easy, did you?" he says, retracting his hand to bring up to your face, softly, yet teasingly stroking your cheek.

"For a second there, you made me forget why I hated you so much. Now I remember" you state, rolling your eyes, then slapping away his hand.

"Awww boo-hoo, sweetheart" he said, planting a kiss on your lips. With the kiss getting deeper, he trailed his hand down your chubby stomach, reaching for your puffy pussy. His fingers pass your clit, stopping just at your entrance. Pulling his head away from you, he looked at you for permission, lustfully, yet with caution. You looked him, your head nodding with need.

He pushed his middle and ring fingers in, making you hiss in pleasure. Your hips bucked, making his fingers brush that little spongy part inside of you. You moan out, gripping his shoulder as you try to grab your bearings.

"Fuck, you're so tight" he breathes out, the unbelieving tone in his voice. You let go of his shoulder and lightly slap it.

"Shut up" you say as you cover your face with your hand in embarrassment. He smirks smugly as his fingers start to move inside you. You softly gasp at the pleasure as your eyes flutter closed.

He stays quiet, keeping his eyes locked on your face as his fingers fuck you. Why was he so damn good at this? Another thing to hate about him. Your mind goes blank as you feel him go faster, your pussy clenching around his fingers.

"O-oh fuck. Yes, yes, yes" You moan, your muscles tensing as you legs spread wider, trying to feel more of him. And once again, much to your dismay, he stops.

"What the fuck, dude?!" you yell angrily. He chuckles at your anger, making you fume. Don't you just love when someone laughs at you when you're mad? Yeah, me neither. At this point, you feel like you want to get the hell out of this room and go home. You push him off of you and get up from the bed, then grabbing your bag and packing your stuff. You hear his laughing stop, then the bed creaking as he sits up on the bed.

"What are you doing?" he asks, watching you pace back and forth looking for some items you took out. You rolled your eyes before speaking.

"The fuck does it look like I'm doing?" you say, venom basically spitting out at him through your tone. Turning your back to him to get dressed, you hear the bed creak, then footsteps coming towards you. Right as you slip your arm through the strap of your bra, you feel a hand on your shoulder, making you stop.

"You're not going anywhere. Look, just...stay. I'm-I'm sorry" he says, a pleading tone in his voice. He sighs when you remain still, your back faced toward him and not a word leaving your mouth. To be completely honest, you've never heard him apologize. Ever. It's a bit shocking, yet refreshing.

"It's not the fact that you were edging me. It's....just that I felt embarrassed at how it felt like a joke to you" you say, your brows furrowing as your eyes fill with tears in embarrassment. No crying, you thought. Why the hell were you going to cry in front of him?

He wraps his arms around your thick waist, pressing your back against his bare chest. Then, he grabs your chin and makes you look up at him, turning your head to look him in the eye.

"I'm sorry, baby. I didn't mean to make you feel like I was making fun of you. Just please...stay with me" he says, rubbing your plush stomach as his arms are around your waist. You never liked your stomach, but for some reason, he always just loved to touch it. Rubbing, squeezing, kissing, anything he wanted to just be near it. That's what kind of started making you like it too. Of course, you would never tell him that.

"Okay" you whisper, your heart fluttering. Shit, stop that, you thought to your heart. He brings you in for a soft, tender kiss. Something that he's never done before. It's a bit surprising to you actually. You two always had this thing where you couldn't stop bickering or arguing. And the sex was always passionate, a little rough and angry. This time, it was different. Loving, fulfilling, and actually....satisfying. It was satisfying having him in a way you thought he would never show you.

You dropped your bag as on the floor as he pulled you by your waist, walking back to the bed. He sat down in the middle, his back against the headboard, then patting his lap. Oh hell no....

"I already know what you're thinking and I'm not taking no for an answer, Y/N. Get up here. Now" he demanded. You had to admit to yourself that was pretty hot.

You rolled your eyes and reluctantly crawled on the bed, then straddled his hips. Oh my God. He couldn't imagine a better sight. You. Straddled on top of him. Your warm, thick body pressed up against his. Hair all frizzy and mussed. Your face staring at him with hooded eyes and red, flushed cheeks. He could feel the heat from your core, making him close his eyes and groan. His cock couldn't help but harden, poking your inner thigh.

"Fuck, baby, you drive me crazy" he said, bringing his hands to stroke your thighs. You shake your head and roll your eyes, trying not to let his words make your heart skip a beat. Emphasize trying.

He brings you in for another kiss, this time being more heated. You wrapped your thick arms around his neck, pulling him in closer. He couldn't help but moan into the kiss as your tongues swirled around together.

"Just...fuck me already" you said, needing more than ever. Needing him more than the last times you slept together. Needing him more than air. Oh, you're down bad. And deep down, you know...he is too.

You lift yourself up as he grabs his dick, giving it a few pumps before aligning with your entrance. Using his free hand, he tilts your chin up to look at him, then giving you a deep, sweet kiss. You moan into each other's mouths as you sink down onto him, taking in every beautiful inch.

"Shit, you're gonna have to start moving. You feel so damn good, I don't think I'm gonna last long, sweetheart" he states, a strain in his voice from pleasure. You softly giggle at his words, then bringing yourself up only to sink back down. You both release a breathy moan, looking into each other's eyes. Getting onto a steady pace, he brings his hands down to your ass, guiding your hips going up and down.

He wished you knew how much he was holding back from cumming right then and there. Look at you, wide hips bouncing on his dick, full breasts pressed against his chest. And he couldn't even forget about your oh so beautiful, pudgy stomach jiggling with every thrust as you fucked him. Oh yeah, he struggling alright.

Starting to feel your orgasm coming, you started going faster, your cunt squeezing around him. Your eyes roll back as you close them, getting lost in pleasure. You take in everything you can sense. His cock slipping in and out of your puffy pussy, the sounds of his groans and moans of pleasure, his hands on your ass as his guides you up and down his dick. Fuck....you're....gonna

"Oh shit, fuck. I'm gonna cum" you said, pressing your forehead against his as your moans get higher in pitch. He grips the back of your neck, keeping you close as he releases a breathy moan.

"Cum for me, baby. Give it all to me" he says deeply, kissing you with everything he has.

You pull away from him and moan loudly as you cum on his cock, your body spasming as your hips jut, riding out your orgasm. The feeling of your walls fluttering around him had him whimpering as he came inside you.

"Fuck. Yes, sweetheart, cum on my cock. Everything you have" he babbles, making you softly moan into his ear.

Your thrusts eventually come to a stop. Groaning in overstimulation, you pull yourself off of him, emptiness making its way through your body. He wraps you into his arms and cuddles you, planting a kiss on your temple. Here it was, your favorite part. The part where you both lay next to each other in your afterglow, smiling in contentment as no thoughts or worries come to the surface. After a few moments of silence, enjoying each other's company, he finally spoke.

"So...this may seem a little informal, but you wanna go out with me this weekend?" he asks, a playful tone in his voice and he gazes down at you.

You slightly chuckle a bit, "I hate you", you say as you look up at him. He lets out a heartily laugh before answering.

"I'll take that as a yes, then" he states, stroking your arm with his hand.

"Good, because it is" you say with a soft smile. You both laugh a little as you get comfortable, snuggling up to each other, embracing each other's naked bodies as sleep start to take over. You both fall asleep, ready to wake up in the morning to start a new chapter of finally not hating each other. Or even love. Wouldn't it be nice to know and see the worst side of someone and still loving them for it? Still embracing their imperfections because the love overpowers it all? Anyone would kill for that kind of love because in some people's eyes, that's to only kind of love that's true.

Too bad it's all just a fantasy...right?

#chubby reader #plus size reader #x plus size reader #fat reader #one shot #x chubby reader #x fem!reader #x reader

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nikofortuna · 8 months ago

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JTTW Chapter 32 Thoughts

Chapter 32 for the @journeythroughjourneytothewest Reading Group! CW: Bugs under the cut!

Like a grandpa reassuring his worried kid. Tang Sanzang might technically be his Shifu, but he’s also still technically younger than him.

Love to see the woodcutter also get a fashion poem!

From the little note by Anthony C. Yu that Mars is revered as the God of Fire it is interesting to see that different religions can bring forth similar deities and associations.

I wonder if they couldn’t just have lied about where they are from or where they intend to go.

The Day Sentinel feels so like a player who was put on the role of an NPC after the reveal.

Thank you Sun Wukong for stating how fragile Tang Sanzang is. Or rather how whiny. Like in the very beginning it was understandable, everything was new and scary, but by now he should have gained at least some confidence in his disciples.

Half the journey you say? Looking at the chapter number, are you sure about that?

Yippie, bug! I’m not certain it is a mole cricket specifically though. Attempting to figure out the species from the Original Chinese once again with Google translate has yielded the term cricket as a translation, though the image search presents the family Cicadidae, so a type of cicada instead.

I’d say both kinds of bug may be possible, but specifically a mole cricket I’m sure it is not. Those may be native to Asia and they can fly, very well even, but they are nocturnal and hardly outside spending most of their life in tunnels underground. They do look pretty adorable though with their mole claws looking appendages and big ‘ol eyes.

And next a lovely birb! I’m quite partial to these little animal poems and transformation shenanigans.

Once more my translation comparison effort has yielded the general family of woodpecker, but no specific one, so let’s see what we have on details for this specimen and if we can’t wager an educated guess.

We have a red beak, black feet and approximately green feathers from the Original Chinese. Except no woodpecker has a red beak, so what is probably meant is red colouration on the head! It may also be a relatively small species of woodpecker as mentioned later in the text. My best guess is that it might be a Gecinulus rafflesii aka Olive-backed Woodpecker, who are native to Southeast Asia and can be found in mountain forests.

This small fine fella.

Though note it is specifically the males that have a red crest, females have a black crest. They’re still very pretty though.

But that guess is very flimsy at best, there is a huge variety of woodpeckers and just not enough detail in the text to really pinpoint something even remotely definitive.

Wow, not sure how to see this. On the one hand Tang Sanzang shows such trust and confidence that Zhu Bajie wouldn’t lie to him, but on the other hand that’s just because he believes him too dumb for that.

Awww, Gold Horn and Silver Horn remember and count the horse!

Whenever I read ‘little fiends’ I imagine a variety of DnD goblin-sized little guys.

Ah, Zhu Bajie can be quite clever! It really shines a light on how the nickname Idiot can be interpreted ‘cause he’s not stupid as such. He’s just weak-willed.

#xiyouji #journey to the west #jttw #sun wukong #monkey king #tang sanzang #zhu wuneng #zhu bajie #bugs #cw bugs #mole cricket #woodpecker #Gecinulus rafflesii #Olive-backed Woodpecker

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infinitethree · 3 months ago

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As Daz is reeling from that revelation and Aster turns ashen, the world around them…changes.

Colors all blur together and then kind of just– melt, streaking down into nothingness and leaving behind only black. The furniture suffers the same fate, along with the walls, ceiling, and floor.

As much as he loathes Aster, Daz isn’t so stupid or petty that he’s not going to scramble over to him. Aster withdraws his axe, obviously on high alert despite them not being able to see anything.

There does seem to be a floor of some sort, but it’s not something that looks any different than the rest of the inky, Void-like…void.

Neither of them say anything. Daz is close enough that their sides are touching, his daggers in hand. He’s facing the other way to scan for anything that might sneak up behind them.

Everything is that disturbing, eerie kind of quiet. A quiet so absolute that your brain screams that something is wrong.

The only sounds are their breathing and the shifting of their clothes. They all sound like gunshots amidst the lack of even subtle ambient noises.

And then, in a split second, everything changes.

They find themselves standing in what looks like an old-fashioned theatre. The giant red velvet curtains are drawn and the overhead lights are off.

Daz realizes they’re in the middle of the aisle of seats. A plush red rug stretches from about 10 feet away from the stage back off into the far distance. The rows of seats stretch along with it…and off to sides, as well.

It feels like the majority of this place is just seating.

Something moves, and Daz snaps his head to look at it.

Whatever it is, it isn’t anything he’s seen before. Two of some kind of bizarre, blob-like creatures sit in what seem like VIP seats. They wobble like Jello as they…maybe? Watch him back.

There’s more of them scattered around, including more in that section, but none are as distinct as those two– some are barely more than shadows.

Suddenly, from above, there’s a giggle. “Don’t mind them, they’re just representations of the audience!”

He takes several steps back to put distance between himself and whatever just spoke.

Floating above their heads in an absurd ringmaster-esque costume and smiling, Daz had to take a moment to wrap his head around their appearance.

Their head looks like a flat-screen monitor, with a simple and pixelated animating ‘face’. Said animation looks like a very rudimentary GIF of blinking. Six phone-sized screens circle their head, displaying what seem like random emojis.

They giggle again. “Oh my god, the look on your faces! Hah– this is definitely worth the hassle. Although…”

Well, their ‘face’ seems to update when they talk. It’s not in sync, though.

The entity hums to themself. “Yeah, nah, this won’t do.”

They withdraw a round-top cane. It suddenly extends and reaches to tap on Daz’s head.

And then Innit is there.

It stares at them with wide eyes, and then looks up at the entity. After a long moment, it gets to its feet and bows.

“You’re– you’re the Showrunner, right? Not the Scribe.”

A sound like the correct answer in a gameshow plays. “Yeah! Hell-o, my favorite little metaphor!”

The…Showrunner, evidently, settles down on the ground and reaches out to squish Innit’s cheeks together. “Awww, look at you! You’re so smart and unexpected!”

Innit seems to be in shock, which makes three of them.

Aster recovers first. “So, if you’re the Showrunner, then– where is the Scribe? And what do you do?”

The Showrunner blows a raspberry and rolls their eyes. “I borrowed Scribs’ name for reasons. It was always me!”

Daz is able to gather himself enough to ask, “So– you’re Time?”

They laugh, bright and uproarious. Finally letting go of Innit, they turn to face him.

Their smile isn’t terribly kind or fond as they tell him, “Time was just a sock puppet for Scribs. A useful tool and nothing more. It’s really just a name and some divine pressure, there’s not much else there.”

He laughs shakily. “So– we weren’t chosen on a whim. You just…have been toying with us all along…?”

“Yes! See, despite what an miserable little cunt you are, you are clever enough that dealing with you is sometimes worth it,” The Showrunner confirms.

There’s only one thing to ask, then. “Why? Why do you care so much about us? Not just Sanctuary, but– the people you have rescued?”

The Showrunner starts laughing.

Again, it’s not nice or kind, but instead manic. Almost malicious; something that screams that this entity is not someone that can be reasoned with if he makes a wrong step.

Their expression, despite its lack of fidelity, is borderline unhinged as they giggle, “You haven’t earned that answer!”

Daz shudders, then jumps as Innit speaks again. “How do we earn it, then?”

The Showrunner reaches down– they’re absurdly tall, easily clearly eight feet– and pats its head. “Figure more secrets out, little monster. Figure them out on your own and you won’t have to share what you learn.”

Despite how unhinged this divine being is, Innit smiles warmly up at it. “Thanks for the hint. I’ll make you proud.”

“Aww, you’re adorable.”

From his side, Aster asks quietly, “...When do I know when I’ve earned the– the wish?”

In between blinks, the deity stands in front of him and has its screen-face barely an inch from his. This close, Daz can hear a faint, electronic buzzing.

“Depends. What d’you want to use it on?”

Aster, tense as a strung bow and as rigid as a netherite sword, tells them, “I haven’t decided yet. But if– if it’s not going to be for a while, I can rule some things out.”

The traitor’s eyes flick over to Innit, and resentment burns in Daz’s chest. After ripping his past open and destroying his plans, Aster wants to use this– this impossible fucking thing on Innit?!

Grin wide, The Showrunner tells him, “For that, I might be willing to…be a bit more lenient. You might have to see the things you least want to see, and agree to do that, but, well…I’m not completely heartless.”

Aster’s expression conveys how little he likes that condition.

“Oh, and it won’t make it end. It ends when I decide it’s not fun any more. Talk it over with your little group first. You never know– you might have some clever bastards decide to step in and make that unnecessary.”

Yeah, no, Daz can read the implication there. He’s being threatened to cooperate, and probably helm, Innit getting a body…or else the wish paid for by his past and future will be given to another.

The Showrunner laughs a little. “Alright, alright. That’s enough fun for one of the lowest rungs of secrets. I’ve given you plenty.”

Their surroundings melt away until only the Showrunner’s backlit smile remains. “So entertain me more by figuring the rest out, yeah? You haven’t even scratched the surface of the truth.”

#chronotag #dazzlingvoid #shiningaster #runstheshow #innerinnit #the different reactions are funny #Aster & Daz: oh god oh fuck oh shit #Innit: my savior!! :D #if you didn't notice. Show is VERY restrained here lmao

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feyresdaughter · 2 years ago

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A Court of Wings and Ruin, chapter 65:

Weeeee

A shadow gripped my shoulder, reminding me not to run. Azriel’s shadow-hand grasped my own, tugging me closer. His rage rippled off his invisible form.

“He’s been looking for you,” drawled a hard male voice. I pivoted to find Jurian striding from between two tents, buckling his sword-belt. Jurian stared at me for a long moment , eyes sliding to the Siphon atop my head. I knew the moment he realized who I was. Those brown eyes flared— barely. “Where is she,” was all I breathed.

Jurian gave a cocky grin. Not directed at me, but anyone watching us. “You’ve been lusting after me for weeks now,” he purred. “Act like it.” A bemused snort. “I have trouble believing that’s how you won his heart.” I tried not to scowl. “Where is she.” - “Safe. Untouched.” I ran a hand up his arm, then rested it over his heart. “Where. Is. She.” Jurian leaned in as if he’d kiss me, and brought his mouth to my ear . “Were you smart enough to kill her before you took her skin?” My hands tightened on his jacket . “She got what she deserved.” I could feel Jurian’s smile against my ear. “She’s in his tent. Chained with steel and a little spell from his favorite book.”

You can't tell me Jurian was super proud when she told him that she killed Ianthe

I gave him a pretty, sunshine smile. “What of the girl on the rack?” Darkness flickered in those eyes. “There have been many before her, and many will come after.” - “I can’t leave her here,” I said through my teeth. Jurian led me into the labyrinth of tents, heading for that inner circle. “Your sister or her— you won’t be able to take two out.” - “Get her to me, and I’ll make it happen.”

Yesssss Feyre saving humans

And since I was Ianthe … I gave them each a sultry smile, sizing them up for conquest of a different kind than the one they’d come to Prythian to do. The one on the right’s answering grin told me he was mine for the taking. Later, I willed my eyes to say. When I’m done with the human. He adjusted his belt a bit as I slipped into the tent.

Feyre is a spectacular actress because I would have puked on the floor

Jurian studied me for a heartbeat longer. “Save a dagger for your own heart. If they catch you alive, the king will —” He shook his head. “Don’t let them catch you alive.”

Awww he cares for her

Azriel gently removed the gag from her mouth. “Are you hurt?” She shook her head, devouring the sight of him as if not quite believing it. “You came for me.” The shadowsinger only inclined his head.

Um EXCUSE ME your sister is there TOO

And standing at its end, huddled in a dark cloak … That was the girl. My feet snagged beneath me, blood spraying, and I hit the rocky ground so hard my bones groaned. Azriel swore, but with Elain in his arms, fighting— The hounds were there in a second.

Her black hair streamed behind Azriel, catching amongst his wings as he practically tackled her into the sky. But I saw, even as I ran, Elain’s pale hands lurch—gripping the girl by her neck, holding her as tightly as she could. And just in time. Azriel’s roar echoed off the rocks as the hound slammed into him, dragging those shredding talons down his spine, his wings— The girl screamed, but Elain moved. As Azriel battled to keep them airborne, keep his grip on them, my sister sent a fierce kick into the beast’s face. Its eye. Another. Another. It bellowed, and Elain slammed her bare, muddy foot into its face again. The blow struck home.

BADASS Elain. What a babe

We both did. I pressed a hand against the wound in my shoulder to keep the bleeding minimal. The girl went so far as to even offer to use her lingering scraps of clothing to bind it.

Awww, Briar is cute

I swallowed my shout of pain as Nesta’s arms went around my neck and she embraced me so hard it snatched my breath away.

Before I could turn back, Elain threw her arms around me. I did not remember when I began to cry as I felt those slender arms hold me, tight as steel.

I did not remember the healer who patched me up, or how Rhys bathed me. But I did remember lying down on the bearskin rug once it was done . How I felt Elain’s slim body settle next to mine and curl into my side, careful not to touch the bandaged wound in my shoulder. I had not realized how cold I was until her warmth seeped into me. A moment later, another warm body nestled on my left. Nesta’s scent drifted over me, fire and steel and unbending will.

I didn’t know how long my sisters and I lay there together, just like we had once shared that carved bed in that dilapidated cottage. Then— back then, we had kicked and twisted and fought for any bit of space, any breathing room. But that morning, as the sun rose over the world, we held tight. And did not let go.

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