#yes hello I fell into this hole too :)

[neeeooon]

Hello again!! This is probably my 2nd request and please take your time on this, since you are probably busy.

But I would like to request the blue lock boys (Itoshi brothers, Reo, Kaiser, Nagi) realise they are falling in love. Like they are childhood friends and somehow they have a soft spot for the reader (like they put more effort into them, than they did for the others) but they did not realise it since they were still kids until they grew up realising they fell in love with their childhood best friend.

Thank you!!! Mwah 😘

—Stef

thank you sm for being patient ml MWAH

when they realize they’re falling in love

childhood bff bllk x gn!reader. fluff and angst, some of the boys (kaiser) refuse to accept their feelings

itoshi sae

-> you always meet up for lunch during your breaks. you got accepted for a exchange program in madrid the same year sae left to train with real, something you jokingly called fate

-> when you drop into your usual seat across from sae, already mid-rant about how you were chosen to lead an event at work, sae’s hit with an unusual feeling in his chest

-> you do this every day. sit with each other as he eats and you talk, but today feels different. your hair lays perfect. your eyes sparkle brighter. the light catches you and frames your features stunningly. something that leaves sae breathless and blushing

-> “sae? are you feeling alright?” you ask when you notice his warming face and reach other to press a palm to his forehead. “hm. you don’t feel feverish. is everything okay?”

-> he lightly bats your hand away and mumbles in reply before sliding the fries that came with his meal over to you, as usual. “fine. i’ve gotta go. text me when you leave.” and he’s gone before you can reply

-> sae leans against the locker room wall, staring off into space as he tries to force the sight of you from his mind. since when have you made him feel like this? and how can he make it stop

itoshi rin

-> he’s going through it. like, locked in his room with the curtains drawn tight type going through it

-> you, knowing your best friend, automatically assume the worst and worry. you text him more than you should, drop food off for him, and talk to him from the other side of the door. finally, he unlocks the door with a click and doesn’t say anything as you slip into his room

-> “how bad is it? on a scale from 1 to sae returning from spain.” his eyes glaze at your joke and you quickly apologize with an anxious laugh. “sorry.. wanna talk?”

-> “i love you.” rin says so suddenly it nearly knocks you off your feet. he isn’t the type to use his words affectionately, so his confession makes your heart swell. “aww, rin! i love you too.”

-> you watch as his jaw clenches. “no. i love you, y/n.” and when he finally meets your eyes, you get it. “oh.”

-> “don’t say anything,” he immediately begs as he squeezes a pillow to his chest. “you don’t have to say anything. i just needed to tell you. keeping it buried was burning a hole in me.” you ignore him and move to sit beside him on his bed. “that’s why you’ve been holed up in here?”

-> “… maybe. yes. shut up.” you catch his cheeks turning pink before rin pulls the pillow up to hide his face. it makes you laugh, which earns you a scandalized look. “i tell you i love you and you’re laughing.”

-> you laugh harder. “y/n!” “i’m sorry, i’m sorry! you just look so funny all flustered.” “you aren’t helping.” his grumbly tone makes you want to embrace him and never let go. “don’t be shy. and you know me well enough to know you’re stuck with me, buddy.”

-> “buddy-zoned,” he mumbles, horrified. “i’m ending it all.” “you’re so dramatic! don’t worry. i like you, too. maybe we can go on a date when you’re done hiding in your room like when we were kids~” “go away. tomorrow?” “let’s do it!”

mikage reo

-> reo grew up keeping people at a distance, especially his friends, because that’s how he was raised. make connections, network, but don’t get close enough to where they could ever hurt you

-> those rules don’t apply to you

-> he always knew you were special. reo isn’t afraid to be himself around you, as you radiate such warmth and comfort it’s hard for him to ever feel uncomfortable in your presence

-> but when you ask him to rate your outfit for a first date, he realizes just how special you are to him

-> “date?” he asks, failing to sound disinterested. you smile. “nothing serious, just some guy i met at work. he’s cute, though.” “cuter than me?” you can’t help but laugh when reo pokes his cheek to tease you. “no, i don’t think anyone’s cuter than you.”

-> your words shouldn’t affect him the way they do, but suddenly reo is standing in front of you. “if no one’s cuter than me, why go out with them? what if we went out instead?” you blink up at him and let out a nervous chuckle. “like a date?” “why not? we already know everything about each other. we already get along. we trust each other. we should go on a date.”

-> hearing reo say that after you’ve been crushing on him for years is almost too much, but you force yourself to nod. “l-let me text my date. you better not make me regret this, mikage.” reo loves the way you say his name. “i won’t.”

michael kaiser

-> he always had a soft spot for you, and kaiser hated when people would call you his weakness. so when he realizes that his childhood best friend might mean more to him than that… he’s not happy

-> he joined a new team to play soccer with, and though you aren’t allowed to watch him practice, you’re at his first game. when kaiser scores the first goal, he immediately searches the crowd for you. his smile falls when he catches himself wanting to run in your direction and drown in your praise

-> this isn’t normal, he tells himself. you’re his friend—only his friend. he shouldn’t be to desperate to hear your voice or feel your arms around him

-> kaiser avoids you after that. he doesn’t know how to process or accept his feelings for you, so he ignores them. at least he tries, as you make that difficult for him

-> “micha,” you call breathlessly, finally managing to catch him after a game. “what’s wrong with you? why are you being so distant?” kaiser hates the sad sound of your voice and how it makes his chest clench painfully

-> how can he explain that he’s in love with you, and he doesn’t know how to handle it? doesn’t how long it’s been since he’s had these feelings? doesn’t know what to do?

-> you fill his silence by stepping forward and taking his face between your hands. “i’m your friend, always. i’m here when you’re ready.”

nagi seishiro

-> stares as you from across the room as you walk past in a towel, comfortable enough with your childhood best friend to change in front of him. “oh.”

-> “sorry, did you say something?” you ask as you rummage through his closet for a shirt to wear. he turns his attention to the ceiling when you glance back at him. “mm, nothing.”

-> liking you is a hassle. it’s troublesome. if you don’t feel the same, then your friendship will change, and nagi doesn’t want anything to change, as he doesn’t want to rebuild his life without you

-> “nagi?” you ask when you catch him drifting off for the third time. “okay, clearly something’s bothering you. let it out. i’m all ears.”

-> he hums and debates which path is easier. if he keeps avoiding and lying to you, you’ll continue to bother him. if he tells you the truth, you might reject him. however, nagi knows you well enough to know you’d never leave him, not entirely, so he shrugs and says, “i have feelings for you.”

-> whatever you were going to say vanishes from your mind when his words hit your ears. you had the biggest crush on him in grade school, and while nagi always had a soft spot for you, your relationship never advanced. you assumed he didn’t like you back and tried to bury the feelings down, but hearing those five words from him had them rushing back so fast you felt dizzy and breathless

-> “you have feelings for me.” “yes. for a while now, i think.” “you’ve had feelings for me for a while.” “yeah.” “… well, it’s about time, you oblivious fool.”

[hawkinsbnbg]

Soulmates au where Steve's soulmate is a man of culture.

ao3

Steve got Good boy inscribed on his butt, just on the right cheek.

It would be funny if it was a tattoo Steve had gotten one time when he was too drunk and on a dare.

Except it wasn't a tattoo. At all.

Even though it kind of looked like one.

It was the first words his soulmate would say to him.

When Steve first got it, his friends had given him odd looks in the locker room.

Tommy would use many excuses to touch and even Billy wouldn't shut up about it.

As for Carol, she just cackled her head off when he showed it to her.

Still, whenever Steve was alone, he would look at the words in the mirror and feel kinda giddy about the whole thing.

Who would call someone they had just met "good boy"? What if they were far older than him?

And what would his words be for them? "Yes sir"? "Hello sir"?

Soon, he found his answer when he learned about the BDSM world, which Robin had jokingly mentioned one time.

And Steve sort of fell down the rabbit hole since then.

He met many men and women who would call him "good boy", and occasionally "good girl".

But none of them felt right.

Until he heard about Kas.

Who was known to be an experienced dom and knew how to treat his subs right.

Most of the subs in Steve's circle put the man on a pedestal. They practically worshipped the ground he walked on.

And Steve had become curious enough to seek him out.

A quick text over the phone and Steve already had a date with Kas at a hotel on Friday night.

Once the day arrived, he dolled himself up a little, knowing many doms liked how rosy cheeks and pouty lips he was.

He even wore lipgloss and mascara just for good luck.

His outfit was simple enough to take off, but cute nonetheless.

A yellow and pink graffitied black sweater that was a little baggy on him, a tiny pearl choker, silver bracelets, a pair of jeans shorts, and baby pink sneakers.

He looked like a twink, all things considered.

It wasn't his first time dressing like this and it wouldn't be the last time, either.

Steve just..

Well, he just wanted to make sure if he stumbled on his soulmate who happened to be a dom, he wouldn't disappoint them too badly.

It had been years since his word first appeared. So he had the right to be a little bit desperate.

Steve didn't know why, but by the time he got to the hotel, he was a puddle of nerves.

He figured that maybe it was the "Kas' effect" that many people had told him about.

When the door opened to let Kas into the room, Steve just knew this man was going to rock his world.

Kas was attractive and tall. Easily having a couple of inches on him.

With long curly hair, big brown eyes, and plump lips, the man looked surprisingly intimidating.

He wore a burgundy shirt with sleeves rolled up to the elbows, showing his tattoos and chunky silver rings.

His pants and heavy boots were made of leather, which Steve suddenly wanted to rub himself on.

He seemed to be a lanky type, but Steve knew better than to assume anything.

As Kas languidly made his way to the bed, Steve unconsciously slid down to the floor and got on his knees, waiting for his order.

Yeah, he was a good boy like that.

There was a reason why many doms had asked to keep him despite knowing he only let his soulmate own him.

Kas wasn't any different.

The man smiled at him, dimpled and warm, making Steve woozy a bit at being praised even wordlessly.

Once Kas sat down, he spread his thighs slightly and patted a hand on his lap.

Understanding the silent command immediately, Steve climbed up on it without being told twice.

He blushed and giggled a bit when strong arms wrapped around his waist securely.

"Good boy," said Kas huskily, smelling of cigarettes and something spicy. "What do you want for your reward, sweetheart?"

Steve felt his breath hitched at that. He knew the chance wasn't high but–

"Can I kiss you, sir?" He asked coyly, playing his role to perfection.

This time, it was Kas who took a sharp intake.

Surprise, disbelief, uncertainty, hope, and finally, joy settled on the man's handsome features.

Kas smiled at him again, more genuine and hopeful.

"Baby boy, do you know that I have those words written on my left ribs my entire life?"

"Show me," Steve demanded, unable to keep up the act when he was so close to finding his soulmate.

Without protest, Kas unbuttoned his shirt and there it was, scribbled on the man's pale skin was Can I kiss you, sir? in his handwriting.

Smiling fondly, Steve traced his fingers on those words.

They sounded so sweet. And yet concerning if being put into the wrong context.

What a pair they made.

"Can you show me yours, sweetheart?" Kas asked tentatively, looking unsure despite having been so confident just a few minutes ago.

"Yeah, sure, of course," Steve scrambled up from the man's lap and blushed as he turned around to unzip and pull down his shorts.

Hearing Kas curse quietly behind him was, perhaps, the most flattering moment in his life.

He could see what kind of an image he made with his baggy sweater bunching up around his waist, white thong, and Good boy being inked on his tanned buttcheek.

Some would call it hot, sexy, or erotic.

But Steve knew how obscene he looked with those words on him.

Especially when he was face down and ass up, waiting to be fucked into oblivion.

Not that he had let anyone fuck him, yet. But he wouldn't mind if Kas did it tonight.

Steve shuddered slightly as calloused fingers brushed on his cool skin, and let out a moan when hot lips placed a tender kiss on his cheek.

Then without pausing, strong hands grabbed his hips before sharp teeth sank into his flesh, eliciting a yelp from him.

It wasn't painful. It just made Steve want to ask for more. So he turned around to do exactly that.

"Kas–"

"Call me Eddie," the man tugged him back into his lap.

"Eddie," he breathed out as he straddled the man's thighs.

"Yes, my sunshine?" Eddie smiled adoringly at him.

"Can I kiss you now?" Steve braced his hands on the broad shoulders with a raised eyebrow.

Tightening the arms around his waist, Eddie pecked him on his chin, sweet and loving.

"How about I let you kiss me for the rest of our lives, my pretty angel?"

"And I'll be yours for as long as we live?" Steve murmured against those plump lips.

"Yeah, gonna treat you right, my good boy," Eddie chuckled before drawing him into a fervent kiss.

Steve was so going to thank that Chrissy girl who had sold him her mascara and lipgloss later.

[ppssession]

Brain Transplant Project

Adam and Dean are a gay couple who have been living together for 10 years, since they graduated from high school.

Sadly, Dean's death from a terminal illness was a huge blow to Adam, but luckily Adam and Dean were involved in a secret project to transplant a brain into a new body by extracting the brain seeds from the deceased's body. Now, Adam has Dean's brain seeds.

While Adam is trying to find a new body for Dean, he has to help out at a commercial shoot when he finds the body that suits Dean the most: Dew's body.

Dew is a famous actor. Whenever Dew is the presenter for any advertisement, it will definitely be successful.

Adam saw that this was the perfect body for his boyfriend, so he helped arrange a poolside photoshoot. Luckily, the ad was for a supplement that looked exactly like Brain Seeds.

When the opportunity arose, Adam switched supplements with brain seeds. If you don't look closely, brain seeds are very much like supplements.

A lot of the early part of the commercial was the shooting of Dew's body. It made Adam feel really good knowing that this would become his Boyfriend body.

In the last part of the shoot, Dew was eating breakfast and taking supplements. When Dew slowly finished eating, the image of Dew eating brain seeds instead of supplements made Adam smile and smile happily until he couldn't hide it. But Adam had to stay calm. He had to wait until the brain seeds grew and took over Dew's body first.

Several weeks later at Dew's luxurious home, he had a severe stomachache. He thought it was the food he had eaten a few days ago. He chose to rest at home. After taking a nap for a while, Dew felt a strange pain. When he opened his eyes, he found something inside his body, on his chest.

When it went up to his neck, Dew tried to block it with his hands, but he couldn't control his arms as if someone else was controlling it for him.

As something moved up his neck, it moved up to his face. Eventually, his head seemed to fight Dew's brain. Dew's body convulsed and his muscles tensed up. In no time, Dew's body slowly vomited out his brain and he lost consciousness for about five hours. Not long after, Dew's body slowly stood up and used his hands to rub different parts of his body to check it before Dew picked up his phone to call someone.

Adam got a call from Dew to come to his house. He arrived and met Dew at the pool. Hello, my love, Dew said.

Dean, is that you? Adam said with gratitude. Yes, dear, look at me. How handsome is my new body? Dean, who had already taken over Dew's body, said proudly.

The two slowly kissed passionately, their lips meeting each other lustfully.

Dean carried Adam onto the bed in the bedroom before pulling down his pants to reveal his large, erect penis. Dean pulled down Adam's pants as well and placed the tip of his cock at Adam's asshole. Let me try out my new cock, I want to see if it can make my little husband happy.

No sooner had Adam spoken than Dean's thick rod entered Adam's hole, thrusting in and out of Adam's hole without stopping, causing him to gasp for air. Their moans filled the house.

Shit, it still feels good. Dew's voice came out of her throat. Thank you for the new body, my love, before thrusting into her one last time.

Fuck, when Dean groaned for the last time, the semen flowed out of his penis. Dean slowly weakened, looking at Adam's face, who took every drop of him until he fell asleep.

Dean lets Adam sleep and he sleeps too.

When Adam woke up, he went down to the pool and met Dean. Dean turned to him and thanked him again for giving me a new body, my love.

Adam, no need to thank me, Dean. No, I should call you Dew because you're my handsome actor now.

They kissed again. Okay, let's do it again before I have to go film the movie. The schedule saved on my phone told me I had several more hours.

Sure, dear, take as much as you want, Adam agreed before kissing Dean passionately. Make good use of your new body, my love.

Finally, I must confess that I finished writing it a few hours ago, but accidentally deleted it, so I had to rewrite it. Luckily, I still remember most of the content, but I forgot some words, so I had to edit it. It's okay, if you want to change it, it's okay. Haha, I hope you like it. See you in the next story. Bye bye.

[lovetei]

hello! I love your work and I wanted to request (if it's possible) the continuation of that ask where the brothers get their backs blown by Dom!MC, I would like to see the same scenario with the undateables instead because that first ask WAS SOO GOOD

I forgot what work this is, how can I forget my own work 😭

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MC was affected by this mysterious potion that makes them crave for some back-breaking fuck

Warnings: No proofreading, grammar mistakes, spelling mistakes, smut, no censoring, reader is Implied to be wearing strap or having cock (a big one), fingering them, wrong use of car hood, choking, air deprivation, wrong use of ties, ovestimulation

Parts: Demon brothers, Side Characters

Links: Masterlist, Rules

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DIAVOLO

He was busy signing paperworks in his room

Then you suddenly bursted in

You look... Disheveled

Your pupils are blown and your eyes are unfocused

You tried to wave it off, but he can be quiet good at extracting information

Oh, so you ate that.

Fuck

"Nghhh!!~ Ah— Hon!" He has good physique so he thought there would be no problem with helping you solve your...problem. You slapped your palm on his mouth and pounded harder.

"Mhm! Mhmpp!!" he's crying, he's fucking crying. You're abusing his hole so much, it hurts. His large hands gripped the metal bars of his bed, trying to get away just to be pulled back by the hair, "Don't do that, Hon..." You said in such a condescending tone while leaning on his shoulder.

BARBATOS

He's just peacefully cooking in the kitchen when you entered

And started eating every ingredient you find on sight

This is why he told you to not eat anything you see without knowing what it is first...

He felt like a common whore. Laying side ways on the messy counter, clothes still on with his pants just pulled down enough for a quick fuck, like a dirty sex bunny. He gripped the edge of the counter, "Haa~ ah— hic! Slow d-down...!" His tongue was lolled out and drool escaped on the corner of his mouth "Y-You're going to— AUGH!!~ dislocate my hips!!~"

His hands immediately slapped on his mouth as soon as you started ramming harder. With such big cock slammed in his poor hole and your finger pressing so rough on that one spot, cum oozed down his cock and added to the puddle on the floor.

SIMEON

Huh?

Oh no! MC, maybe there's another way.

None, so you bent him over.

"T-This is ugh!!~~ cruel~!" His tongue lolled out in such a lewd way. Your cock plunged deep, and deep and deep in him as you hold him up in the air, legs bent to touch his chest.

"Why are you acting so holy now, angel~" you dropped him on the bed and lifted his hips, just how he likes it. His glasses fell upwards as he let out a moan meant for porn "You like this position right?~"

He nodded feverishly, "Mhm hm!~ The bestt— Ngh!!~~" What a well trained slut.

SOLOMON

Oh this...

This is all too familiar...

He just...

He just got pounded yesterday...

He can't possibly-

"AaAhhh— Can't b-breath! N-Noo—" just as he was clawing at your arm that is tightly wrapped around his neck, your hand pressed on his cock head, blocking his cum from coming out.

He looked at you in disbelief "Y-You won't do that... I... I've been getting punished since yesterday you won't—" as you give his ass a last thrust, right into his prostate. He felt his balls tightening and he arched his back screaming. "Let go! A-Ahh!~ please I'm begging y-yOu!!"

MEPHISTOPHELES

How I-is that supposed to be any of his business.

You ate that because you wanted to!

Yes, he handed it to you! It's not like he knows it has his much effect...

It's pathetic, utterly pathetic how wide he's spreading his legs for you, how hard he's gripping your shoulders for leverage because he's sure he would move away from you from how hard you're pounding him, and that's the least thing he wanted.

"H-Hate me you said! Y-You said you hate me!!~~" He was just pouting nonsense, it's always like this, good dick turns them dumb. He was sobbing, tearing up "I-Is that why— AUGH!~ you're b-bullying me..?!~~"

RAPHAEL

How unfortunate he is to be your target reliever

To be honest, you haven't tainted him as much as the others

So maybe... This is a good chance

He didn't know how you convinced him to wear it, this heavy metal collar and chain leash it's... "Raphael~ where does it hurt? Does it hurt here?" You teased while pointing at his cock.

"J-Just be quick..." He held his cock between his thighs as if protecting it from any further stimulation making you snicker. He then leaned down, his face planted on the pillow. Oh~ he's a fast learner.

THIRTEEN

This is insane

At first, she laughed at you

And then...

She felt the danger

She's moaning so desperately, how unlike of her. "P-Pounding so rough!!~ show some r-respect!" her words are muffled behind the thick blanket she kept her face covered with. "Huuuhh??~" Your tone is degrading as your pace quickened.

"Knowing you're the one who offered your cunt, you sure talk big about respect." you heard her growl making you chuckle as you slap her ass. "You seem to like that blanket so much, you should take it as my gift. I'll—" Pound "Make sure to leave my scent in it."

[oizysian]

hello, hope you are doing well and do you still take requests? if yes can i request top!wanda x beffy!gp!bottom!nat x switch! reader where nat was approached and flirted with by some woman so wanda and r decide to show nat who she belongs to. no pressure tho, i understand if you're not comfortable writing it.

i've also just finished reading the mafia!au and omg that is a masterpiece. hope there will be another chapter soon. 🙏🏻

You Belong to Us | Wanda Maximoff & Natasha Romanoff

Pairing: Mommy!Wanda Maximoff x bottom!Natasha Romanoff x Fem!Reader

Warnings: Natasha has a cock, talks of breeding, edging, blowjobs, ejaculating strap, threesome

Word count: 1.9k

“Do you know why you’re in this position?”

Natasha nodded, her face red with embarrassment as she lay exposed before us, her hands and feet bound, keeping her still on the bed.

“Words, malyshka.” Wanda said and I looked over at her, smiling at how she cared despite how heated up she was over how that woman acted towards Nat in the bar.

“Yes, I’m sorry, ma’am.”

“It’s much too late for ‘sorry.’ But you already knew that.”

Natasha’s eyes fell to the strap in Wanda’s hand, the big, girthy one she only used when we disobeyed her. I watched as Nat’s dick twitched with arousal, and licked my lips excitedly, knowing Wanda would let me play with her soon enough.

“You shouldn’t have let that nasty woman touch you like that.” Wanda said sternly as she stepped into the harness, pulling it up and securing it around her hips. “You know you belong to us.”

“I’m sorry,” she said softly, her eyes downcast. “I thought she was only being nice.”

“You thought she was being nice.” Wanda said condescendingly, grabbing the lube from the nightstand and pouring a generous amount into her hand. “What did you think, Y/N?”

“I thought she was trying to fuck you.” I directed towards Nat and Wanda nodded in agreement, lathering the cock on her hips up with the lube in her palm.

“Please,” Natasha pleaded, her dick nearly fully standing at attention now. “I wouldn’t have let her -”

“Oh, but you did, Natalia.” Ooh, Wanda only used that name when she was upset. “You did let her. I saw how she was stroking your arm,” she got on the bed in between Natasha’s legs. “I saw her eyeing your dick.”

“Wanda, I-”

“Shh,” she said as she stroked her length teasingly, getting ready to fuck her ass. “You can only make it up to me by cumming inside of me. But, that won’t be until later. You need to be punished first.”

She brought the tip of the cock to her hole, pushing it in inch by inch ever so slowly. I watched as Natasha’s face contorted with pleasure, a soft moan falling from her lips.

“Wanda,” I said softly as her hips began moving. “May I play with her cock?”

“Yes, you may, Y/N. “

I hopped onto the bed excitedly, sitting next to Natasha’s bound form and wrapping my hand around her cock, spreading her precum along her length. Her hips attempted to buck towards my hand, but she was tied down to the bed, Wanda having most of the control of her body at this point.

Wanda fucked her slowly, letting her get adjusted to her thickness before rutting her hips against her faster, more urgently than before. Natasha called out for Wanda, her chest heaving, her nipples hard and aching to be touched, but Wanda ignored her, biting her lower lip and fucking her lover deeply.

“I want her inside me.” I whined. “Can I fuck myself on her, mommy?”

“Oh, fuck, yes you can.” Wanda panted, gripping Nat’s hips and pounding into her.

I straddled her, raising myself above her cock so I could position her at my entrance. Natasha moaned lowly as I sunk down onto her length, bouncing myself on her hips as Wanda fucked her ass.

“Oh god!” She cried out, tugging on the binds that kept her hands attached to the headboard.

I leaned forward and grabbed her breasts, groping them greedily as I rode her.

“Unh, oh fuck,” I groaned, rubbing myself against her as I slammed my hips down on her own. “I’m so close.”

“Don’t let her cum yet,” Wanda said to me and I nodded mindlessly, slapping Natasha’s tit and taking pleasure in her torture. “We’re gonna use her all night.”

“Oh, please, Wanda!” Natasha cried. “Mommy, please!”

“Keep begging,” she said with a smile. “I love hearing you beg for me.”

Natasha threw her head back, squeezing her eyes shut and letting her mouth fall open.

I brought my right hand down and played with my clit, rubbing it so I could cum before Natasha. I squeezed her cock as I came, but pulled off of her before she could cum herself.

“No, Y/N! Please, baby, let me cum inside you.” She begged but I shook my head, looking down at her painfully erect cock, wet with my juices.

“Mommy said no. Right mommy?” I looked back at Wanda who was still pounding her own cock into Natasha’s ass and she nodded.

“That’s right, sweetheart. You’re such a good girl listening to mommy.”

Natasha groaned, her voice rising with every stroke of Wanda’s dick.

“I’m gonna cum inside you.” Wanda said as she reached for the balls of the strap, getting ready to squeeze her load into Natasha. “I’m gonna breed you like the bitch you are.”

Natasha cried out pathetically as Wanda let her cum spurt into her ass, droplets of cum beading up on the tip of her cock. I could tell she was close, but mommy said she couldn’t cum. Not yet.

Wanda pulled her sticky cock out of Natasha’s ass, smiling down at the gaping hole, still hungry for her.

“You enjoy being bred, don’t you, Natalia?”

She nodded mindlessly, tears building up in her eyes.

“You love being my cumdump, don’t you?”

“Y-yes, mommy.”

Wanda looked over at me and beckoned me over to her. I climbed over Natasha on all fours and approached Wanda, who grabbed me by my chin and kissed me hard. I moaned into her mouth and she sucked on my tongue. When she finally released me, I was panting, needing more of her.

“Play with Tasha some more.” She said to me, leaning back on the bed and slipping out of the harness. “I want to watch.”

She tossed the toy to the side and spread her legs, playing with her own clit as I returned my attention to Natasha. She lay panting, sweating, as I crawled back over to her and played with her cock again. She let out a low moan and I stroked her ever so slightly, just enough for her to feel me but not enough for her to cum.

“Please.” She begged softly, turning her head to look at Wanda who was still playing with herself.

I brought my head down and took the tip into my mouth, swirling my tongue around it. I heard her crying out, begging for release as I took more of her in my mouth. When she began to twitch against my tongue, I pulled away from her, my spit and cum trailing from my lips to her throbbing tip.

“Oh god, please,” she begged, her hips jerking upward. “Please let me cum.”

I looked back towards Wanda and she shook her head, her hand working on her bundle of nerves. I licked my lips and laid down in front of her, my ass in the air, in full view for Natasha, as I ate Wanda out hungrily.

I heard Natasha moan as she watched us, my tongue and lips working tirelessly on Wanda’s puffy pussy. I felt her thread her fingers through my hair and push my face into her sopping cunt, which only egged me on further.

“Oh, yes, baby.” She moaned softly. “Lick mommy’s cunt. Just like that. You’re doing so good for mommy.”

I hummed against her, letting my tongue slip inside her.

She let her head fall back and she rolled her hips against my face. I could feel her clenching around my tongue so I knew she was close. I added two fingers into her wetness and sucked on her clit and she came screaming my name, forcing my face into her cunt roughly as she rode out her high on my fingers and tongue.

Natasha watched us, her breathing shallow, drool cascading down her chin, her body trembling, aroused beyond belief.

Wanda pet my head, humming softly as she pulled me away from her, watching as I licked my lips greedily, not letting a drop of her go to waste.

“You’re such a good girl, Y/N. Not like Natalia. She’s a bad girl.”

“Please, Wanda, I’m sorry. Please let me cum.”

“Are you sorry?” She said as she scratched my head, making me feel good.

“Yes, I swear!”

“Hmm.” She said as I laid down next to Natasha, bringing my hand up to play with her nipples. “We’ll see.”

Wanda brought her leg around to straddle Natasha, grabbing her cock rather roughly and bringing it to her wetness. As she eased herself down, Natasha’s eyes rolled into the back of her head and she let out a deep, throaty moan. She wouldn’t last very long with Wanda.

Wanda rolled her hips, alternating between bouncing on her cock and grinding down on her hips before Natasha let out a yelp, squeezing her eyes shut.

“Ask me to cum.” Wanda demanded, not stopping her movements against the other woman.

“Please let me cum! Please, Wanda, I’m sorry!”

Wanda got off on the power she had over us and I knew she was close when her brow furrowed and she took her bottom lip between her teeth. I leaned forward and took one of Natasha’s nipples in my mouth, reaching over with my hand to play with the other.

“That’s right, Y/N, play with her. She’s gonna cum inside me, aren’t you, Natalia?”

“Yes, mommy! I-I’m gonna cum!”

And she did. I could see the cum spurting out from between their bodies and Wanda let out a high pitched whine at the feeling of Natasha’s cum pumping into her. Wanda’s pussy milked her cock for all it was worth and I continued to play with Natasha’s breasts as she came.

Natasha’s head was back against the pillows, her eyes squeezed shut, mouth agape. She was absolutely blissed out.

“Mm, you’re still twitching inside me, Natalia. You’re a greedy pup, aren’t you? You want mommy to keep milking you?”

“Yes.” She croaked and Wanda smiled, satisfied.

“Y/N,” she called to me and I lifted my head to look at her. “Why don’t you ride Natalia’s face, hm? If I’m gonna get more out of her, she has to work for it.”

Giddily, I released her nipples and climbed up to her face, sitting myself right onto her opened, waiting mouth.

She lapped at my heat greedily, hungrily, and I had to hold onto the headboard to keep my balance.

“Mommy,” I moaned, throwing my head back. “She’s doing s-so good.”

“Is she?” Wanda asked, slamming her hips down against Natasha’s as she fucked her.

I felt Nat moan against me, her tongue fucking me, her lips attaching to my clit and sucking, my mind going numb from the pleasure. I was going to cum.

My hips jerked as pleasure overtook me. I threw my head back and moaned for Wanda. Natasha groaned underneath me before letting out a whimpering moan, her cum coating the inside of Wanda’s cunt once again.

“I’m not done with you yet.” Wanda said as she played with her clit, bouncing on Natasha’s cock.

It was only a second later that Wanda came, milking Natasha and rubbing her clit to heighten her pleasure.

I rolled off of Nat, kissing and licking her lips as she panted softly next to me. She grunted and groaned as Wanda’s hungry cunt continued to milk her, and when she finally got off of her cock, they had made a mess of each other and the bed.

“Looks like you’ve learned your lesson, Natalia.”

She nodded weakly, happily spent.

“Now we have to clean up after you. What a mess.”

[darkfalcone]

Your New Home

pairing: rio vidal x reader

warnings: noncon, drugging, dark rio, spitting, anal fingering, anal, face slapping, begging, name calling, pet names, in the dirt, ass to pussy.

summary: with the help of agatha, rio finally gets what she wants. you.

request: Hello! Can you write something dark, sexy and painful for Rio Vidal? (Agatha All Along, if u know). Like... I fucking need something dirty, wish she'd use reader like a scared little bunny, using every hole just for her own pleasure, spitting on her tear-stained face.

You thought you were going to have a fun night with the coven; having been invited by Agatha, you agreed to join, as long as Rio wouldn’t be there. Agatha promised you up and down that Rio wouldn’t be there and asked why you didn’t want her to be there. You ignored her question, cutting her off by telling her that you’ll be there a little earlier to help with snacks. Agatha thanked you, and you hung up on her.

The truth was, Rio gave you the creeps, and it wasn’t because she was Death. She would stare at you almost the whole time—unless she was talking to the others. She was always offering to walk you home, despite your house being down the street from Agatha’s. It was her whole vibe, but you couldn’t say anything to Agatha.

You got ready after a long shower and wore your brand new outfit that was delivered last night. You didn’t remember ordering any new outfits, but you decided to keep it anyway.

Once you were ready, you looked at the clock and saw that you had about twenty minutes before you had to head over to Agatha’s. You hoped she kept true to her word—that Rio wouldn’t be there, and she had never lied to you before. You trusted her, and that finally made you calm down a bit.

You left your house five minutes early, wanting to enjoy the breeze. It was a little dark out, and although you only lived down the street, a wave of uneasiness washed over you. You found yourself looking behind you every so often—walking faster than what you wanted to do until you were on Agatha’s porch.

Agatha was already at the door, opening the screen door and stepping aside so you could come in. You felt relieved; the feeling of someone following you was now gone, and you were safe in your neighbor’s house.

“Hey,” Agatha smiled. “The others should be here in a bit. Make yourself at home; want something to drink?”

You nodded, “Yes, please. Water is fine.”

You sat there, feeling a little awkward as silence fell over both of you. You shifted in your seat once Agatha came back with your drink.

“Thank you so much,” you smiled. “What would you like me to help you with?”

Agatha shook her head, sitting on her recliner. “Oh no, honey, you don’t have to help with anything. Just drink your water.”

Without a question, you drank as much of your water as you could in one go. You walked as fast as you could down to her house, which made you tired, but as you listened to Agatha go on about whatever, you began to grow sleepy.

Before you closed your eyes long enough to fall asleep, you heard a familiar voice speak up.

”Finally, now help me get her to the woods.”

You were too tired to talk, but you began to panic internally when you realized it was Rio. Just as Agatha and Rio picked you up, you fell asleep.

When you woke up, you realized you were in the dark and in the dirt. You tried to get up, but you couldn't—soon realizing that you were tied up. You flinched, hearing Rio chuckle as she got closer towards you. You looked around, but it was way too dark, so it was no use.

“Oh, bunny, I’m so glad that you’re finally awake. Agatha thought she put too much in your drink, and honestly, if it was another hour, I would have just taken you to a building.” Rio explained, humming as soon as she reached you.

“Let me go,” you cried out. “Why are you doing this?”

Rio crouched down so she could reach you, sighing with faux sympathy. She rubbed your side, smiling to herself as you giggled. You quickly realized that you were naked, and that’s why you were even colder than usual.

“I’m doing this because, little one, you’re mine.” Rio stated.

“I’m not yours, so I’m going to need you to untie me and let me go. We can forget all about this, and I promise I won’t tell anyone.” You pleaded.

Rio stayed quiet, moving you so that you were on your back; she pushed your legs apart before getting in between them. “Even if you told Bunny, who would save you?” Rio teased, bringing her hands to her belt.

You squeezed your eyes shut as Rio pulled her belt out of the loops and wrapped it around your neck. She tightened the belt, letting it go to lean down so her lips were next to your ear.

“That’s in case you misbehave, and I’ve got to keep you in line, baby.” Rio explained, causing you to gasp as her hot breath hit your skin.

Rio pulled away, unzipping her pants and pulling out the strapon she had been wearing all night. She was thankful for Agatha, helping her get you where she needed you.

“I wish you could see me right now; I would love to make you watch me fucking this pussy of yours.” Rio commented.

You held your breath as Rio ran the tip of the strapon through your folds. You whimpered as she wasted no time, thrusting into you all the way. You cried out, not able to adjust to the size of the toy as Rio began a rough and steady pace.

“Fucking take it, Bunny,” Rio snapped.

You tried your best to stay silent, crying as she pushed your head into the dirt. To your surprise, Rio pulled out of you. You flinched, feeling the blade of a knife near your wrists. She cut the rope, along with the rope that was tied around your legs. Rio grabbed your arm, pulling you where she wanted you—on your hands and knees.

“If you try to run, I will catch you, so don’t even think about it.” Rio warned, as if she were reading your mind.

Rio pushed the strapon back into you roughly, grabbing your hips and fucking into you. You gripped the dirt underneath you, trying your best to focus on anything but the toy that was inside of you.

Rio fucked you roughly, grunting each time she thrusted into you. You tried to pull away on instinct; each time the tip of her strapon slammed against your cervix, it made you cry out in pain. You needed a break—unable to take much more.

“Rio, please!” You cried; the pain was becoming unbearable.

Your arms started to shake as you held yourself up the best you could. It was becoming too much, and with a particularly hard thrust from Rio, your arms gave out. You cried out as your face hit the dirt, but it didn’t seem to faze Rio. Instead, Rio pulled out, and at first you thought it was to stop, but you were wrong.

“Turn around, come on.” She snapped, keeping a hand on you.

You were left with no choice, turning around so your head was facing the strapon. Without a word, Rio forced your mouth open and shoved the toy all the way into your mouth. You gagged on the toy—not used to having anything in your mouth like that. Rio seemed to not care—fucking your face as roughly as she could do it. Finally, with one final thrust, Rio held your head down.

“That’s a good girl, baby.” Rio praised. “You were born to take my cock, huh?”

Rio pushed you off the toy roughly, “Turn back around.”

You hesitantly did as you were told, turning back around. Rio lined the toy up once again but made no move to fuck you. You flinched as she spat on your asshole, and when she began to push the toy into you, you cried out.

”Help, someone help me!” you screamed in hopes that someone would help you.

But as Rio pushed the toy into you more, you felt as if you were being split into two. Once she was all the inside of you, Rio reached down and held your face against the dirt. You turned your head so you were able to breathe. She leaned down and spat on your face, rubbing it in and laughing as you whimpered.

“No one is going to help you, baby. The faster you realize that, the faster you can learn to love it.” Rio hummed.

She removed her hand from your head, grabbing both your arms and holding them behind your back before she began to fuck you hard. You screamed out, unable to get used to the feeling as she gave you no room to. Rio held your arms behind your back, and although the feeling of the toy in your ass was worse, the pain in your shoulders was becoming unbearable.

“Rio,” you whimpered.

You felt as if you were going to pass out—your stomach was flipping as she continued. You tried your best to get your mind off the pain, but the only thing your mind was wandering to was how Agatha helped her out. She never gave you the vibe that she would do this to you, and that’s what made it hurt worse.

Rio pulled out of your ass and let go of your arms after a harsh thrust, instantly pushing into your pussy once more. She laughed at your whimpering, fucking into you as hard as she could. She grabbed your arms once more, holding them behind you as she fucked into you. You cried out, hopeful that she wouldn’t let go of your arms despite the added pain it was contributing to.

Rio moved her hands, letting your arms go, which caused you to fall face first in the dirt. It was all too fast, not giving you time to brace yourself for it. She rubbed your cloth roughly, not bothering to make sure she wasn’t using her nails. Each time she scratched your clit, you cried out, silently hoping that she would finally get bored and stop fucking you. Unfortunately for you, Rio continued for what felt like hours, although it was just an hour.

Rio pulled out of you, and you wasted no time—curling up in a ball to try and protect yourself, unsure of what she would do next. Rio got down onto the ground, rubbing your side as she hummed.

“Too bad we had to do this in the dark, but my cabin is just a little bit away,” Rio sighed. “Come on, get up, and we’ll have more fun there.”

“Please no, I just want to go home.” You whimpered as Rio helped you to your feet.

“Oh, bunny, your home is with me now. I’m your new home.”

[diamonddaze01]

Haiiii it's me again! Yes me the one who requested for jeonghan drabble. I wanna tell you that you wrote it so beautifully. The last part hit right into my heart. You conveyed every emotion so perfectly. I loved it!

I wanna request for another jeonghan drabble no. 70. Make them be rivals yk enemies to lovers. I love that trope. Oh and if you make jeonghan jealous in that fic it'll be sooo good!

Lastly love you <3333

sore memories

pairing: jeonghan x reader | wc: 1.3k prompt: "I didn't realize I needed your permission." au: college au | warnings: mentions of sex a/n: hello you are so so sweet! thank you for coming off anon to introduce yourself! I hope you love this as much as mafia!hannie

The party was alive with music, laughter, and too many faces you didn’t care to remember. Somewhere in the haze of flashing lights and sticky floors, you were trying to lose yourself in the evening. The guy in front of you—tall, generic, and charming enough—was speaking, but you weren’t listening. Not really.

Not when you could feel Jeonghan’s gaze burning a hole in the side of your head.

He leaned casually against the far wall, a picture of ease, holding a drink he probably wasn’t even sipping. His dark hair fell just enough into his eyes to look unintentional, and his lips curled in that signature smirk that could both captivate and infuriate. You hated how often it did the latter.

And, like clockwork, it started again—the simmering irritation in your chest, the sense that wherever Jeonghan was, peace was not. It always came back to this—the constant back and forth, the verbal sparring that sparked every time you crossed paths. You’d known Jeonghan for years, and if you could go back and change one thing, it would be meeting him.

It had started your first year of college, at a party much like this one. Jeonghan had been a stranger then, someone with an effortless charm that made people gravitate toward him. He’d introduced himself with that smirk of his, cocky and self-assured in a way that should’ve been a warning. Instead, you’d found yourself drawn to him, his easy banter and sparkling eyes too intriguing to resist.

By the end of the night, you’d ended up in his bed, tangled in his sheets and his laughter. For a fleeting moment, it had felt like something real.

Until you woke up the next morning to find the bed empty. No Jeonghan. Just a hastily scribbled note on his pillow.

“Thanks for the fun. See you around.”

The humiliation had crawled through your chest like a slow burn, leaving behind a simmering anger that hadn’t dulled with time. You’d told yourself it didn’t matter, that he didn’t matter, but the sting of his absence—and that damned note—had never quite faded.

It wasn’t just the note, though. It was the way Jeonghan acted after, like nothing had happened. Like you were just another face in the crowd. The way he leaned into every conversation with a smirk, always teasing, always too close. Like he enjoyed watching you bristle.

And now, years later, nothing had changed. Except maybe everything had, because the resentment wasn’t enough to drown out the spark that flared every time you locked eyes with him.

You looked away, focusing on the man in front of you. He was tall, his voice smooth, but the words might as well have been water hitting glass. You nodded along out of politeness, sipping your drink and willing yourself to stay in the moment.

But Jeonghan was watching. You could feel it—the subtle weight of his gaze, like an itch you couldn’t scratch.

And, inevitably, he approached. You didn’t notice him at first, too caught up in pretending to care about whatever the guy was saying. But then came the unmistakable sensation of being under a spotlight, the air around you shifting with his presence.

“Having fun?” His voice was warm honey with a razor’s edge.

Your grip tightened slightly on your cup as you turned to him, your smile thin. “I was.”

Jeonghan chuckled, a low sound that sent an unwanted flicker of heat through you. His eyes roved over you briefly, his gaze lingering like he was assessing your armor. He tilted his head toward the guy who had already started to drift away. “That guy,” he said with mock interest. “He your type?”

You let out a sharp exhale, already bracing for the inevitable headache. “Why do you care?”

“I don’t,” he replied, his smirk widening just enough to betray the lie. His eyes sparkled with something teasing, as though you were his favorite game to play. “I just didn’t peg you as someone who’d settle for boring.”

Your jaw clenched, your nails biting into the plastic of your cup. “And you would know, wouldn’t you?”

For a brief moment, something flickered across his face—too fast to name but heavy enough to make you pause. Then it was gone, replaced by his usual nonchalance. “Touché,” he murmured.

He stepped closer, and you fought the instinct to take a step back. He had a way of closing the space between you with casual arrogance, like the mere act of breathing the same air was his right.

“You didn’t answer my question,” Jeonghan pressed, his voice soft but insistent, his dark eyes locking onto yours.

The irritation bubbled over. “I didn’t realize I needed your permission,” you shot back, your tone sharp enough to cut.

His smirk faltered, just slightly, and you caught the faintest hint of something raw in his expression. His fingers curled around the rim of his cup, tightening before he exhaled slowly. “You don’t,” he said, his voice quieter now, steadier. “But that doesn’t mean I’m going to pretend I don’t care.”

For a moment, the noise of the party faded, the world narrowing to just the two of you. You opened your mouth to retort, but the look in his eyes stopped you short. There was something unnervingly honest there, a vulnerability that threw you off balance.

“You don’t get to do this,” you said finally, your voice quieter but no less pointed. “You don’t get to act like you care now.”

Jeonghan ran a hand through his hair, a frustrated motion that sent a few strands falling messily across his forehead. “I know I screwed up,” he admitted, his shoulders dropping as if the weight of his words was too much. “That night—I left because I didn’t know what else to do. I woke up, and it scared the hell out of me how much I wanted to stay. So, I ran. And I’ve regretted it every day since.”

The confession hit like a punch to the gut, your breath catching in your throat. Your fingers tightened around your cup, and you looked away, your vision blurring slightly as the memory of that morning resurfaced.

“You left a note,” you said, your voice barely above a whisper.

Jeonghan’s Adam’s apple bobbed as he swallowed, his jaw tightening. “I know,” he said, his tone softer now, tinged with guilt. “It was a coward’s move. But believe me when I say, it wasn’t because you didn’t matter.”

Your eyes flicked back to him, searching for any sign of insincerity. But his body betrayed no games, no walls. His hands fidgeted with his cup, his posture slightly tense, and for the first time, he didn’t seem so untouchable.

“Why now?” you asked, your voice cracking slightly despite your best efforts to stay composed. “Why are you telling me this now?”

His lips parted, his tongue darting out briefly to wet them before he answered. “Because I’m tired,” he said simply, his shoulders squaring again as if he’d made some unspoken decision. “Tired of pretending I don’t care, tired of seeing you with guys who’ll never know you the way I do.”

His gaze burned into yours, unyielding, and you hated how much you wanted to believe him.

“Say the word,” Jeonghan murmured, his voice softer now, almost pleading. He stepped closer, his hand brushing yours lightly, sending a jolt through your skin. “And I’ll walk away. But don’t tell me you don’t feel it too.”

You swallowed hard, the words lodged in your throat as your chest tightened. Your gaze dropped to the floor, your heart warring with your pride.

“You don’t get to break my heart twice,” you said finally, your voice barely above a whisper.

The faint tremor in your words made his expression crumble, his hand reaching out hesitantly before falling back to his side. “I won’t,” he said, the conviction in his tone catching you off guard. “Not this time.”

And for the first time in years, the walls you’d built around yourself began to crack.

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[velvetlilith777]

Fighting Frostbite

Elliott x Fem Reader

18+ NSFW 🌨️ MDNI

Author's Note: heheheeheeeee I saw this post on Pinterest and knew our favorite author would be perfect for the plot! <3 I hope you enjoy!

Synopsis: A ruthless blizzard has made its way into Stardew Valley, separating you from your beloved poet. When enough is enough and Elliott makes the trek to your farmhouse, his hands get a little too cold...

Disclaimer: I am not someone who subscribes to the popular idea that Elliott isn't rough in bed! That man loves you, and he's gonna give it to you 🫶🏻

CW/TW: there's really a plot here if you squint but it's actually just full on smut, unprotected p in v, oral (male receiving), deep throating, hand job (female receiving), the poet is hung your honor, praise kink baddies rise, frostbite mentioned but not legit

Minors and ageless blogs do not interact! You will be blocked.

Word Count: ~1.9k

Dividers by: @bernardsbendystraws (trees) and @animatedglittergraphics-n-more (snow) 🖤

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Smut under the cut!

The forecast had been bleak. Well into the deep of winter now, meteorologists had been warning of a vicious snow storm moving in for weeks, with temperatures falling well below freezing. Yesterday she came in fast and with a fury, burying the valley in feet of snow with no sign of stopping in the coming days.

But farm work stopped for nothing, the weight from the snowpack breaking and warping some of the older fencing you hadn't been able to replace yet, having to repair holes you weren't aware were causing drafts in your barns, troubleshooting a broken heater and of course, feeding and caring for the dozens of little lives you kept on your property.

It had been a long, arduous and frigid day, all you wanted was to run a hot bath, warm your skin and relax your muscles. So that's what you did, adding some lavender epsom salt as water fell from the faucet and lighting a few candles to set the mood. You finally sink into the steaming water, skin tingling with warmth as your mind lulls off.

Elliott on the other hand, wanted nothing more than to see you. He knew the weather was bad and you had been busy because of it, but it had been days since you’d been able to see each other. Deciding that enough was enough, he bundled himself in his thick, wool coat and scarf before heading out into the bitter climate. It had been too long since he’d seen his muse, so if a trek through heaps of snow was what separated the two of you, then he’d certainly do it.

Creaks cry out from the old hinges on the farmhouse door, causing your eyes to pop open. You aren’t expecting anyone, but your mind eases when you hear a familiar, deep voice call out.

“Hello?”

Elliott. It’s just Elliott.

“In here!” You melodically call.

“Oh, there you are my love. Staying warm?” His face flush from his trek in the outside elements.

“Trying.” You rest your head and arms on the side of the tub, looking up at the writer fondly. “My heater is struggling to keep up but the water is nice.”

“It looks like it,” He lets out a hearty chuckle at the steam still dissipating in the air as he places his scarf and coat on the counter next to your sink.

Elliott kneels down beside the tub, placing a kiss on your temple as he does so.

“So sorry for arriving unannounced, darling. I simply missed you too much to wait for this storm to pass before seeing you again.” He coos, reaching his hand to cup your cheek.

“Elliott!” You jump at his icy touch. “You’re freezing!”

Taking his hand in yours, you begin to examine his skin. Cherry red flush colors his knuckles and finger tips.

“I don't think it’s frostbite,” you remark, “ but just in case.” In one swift motion you shove his hands into the water next to you. The redhead sucks in a breath through his teeth, flesh burning at the sudden change in temperature. “You should've worn gloves, handsome.”

He chuckles. “Yes I suppose I should've. An unfortunate oversight on my part. I was just in such a rush to get here that I forgot.”

Your brows furrow. “Elliott, you have to take care of yourself for me. What if you lost all of your fingers to frostbite?”

Pulling a hand out of the water and placing it gently between the thighs near your knees, he squeezes the chub lovingly.

“Have I told you that I missed you already?”

“You may have mentioned it.” Your saccharine voice tails off.

“Let me say it again” his voice low, “because I really, really missed you sweetheart.”

Elliott catches your lips in a sensual kiss, his movements slow but firm. Eventually, his tongue pushes through your lips and begins dancing with your own. Your arms wrap around his neck, in an effort to pull him closer despite the tub wall separating the two of you. His hand kneading at the flesh of your leg harder now, sending heat rushing down to your core. A whine finds its way from your throat to his mouth, a growl leaving his in response.

The author pulls away from your lips, dragging your bottom lip for a moment with his. You stare into each other's eyes, mesmerized by your lust.

His large hand slowly slides down the inside of your thigh towards where you need him the most, his sight never leaving your face despite yours watching his wrist sink beneath the water. Your legs spread open as he’s nearing his destination, the need in your stomach growing tighter and tighter.

Gasping as his fingers find your clit, your eyes lock back onto his as he begins to rub small circles around the bundle of nerves. Speeding up to a moderate pace, his lips mold into a soft smile as moans start spilling out of yours. Your gaze never leaving the other’s until the coil in your stomach starts burning hotter. Obscene sounds getting louder and louder, falling out of your mouth more rapidly as you throw your head back. Elliott dips his head down taking a damp nipple into his mouth, sucking and nipping at the mound, making your pussy throb and your toes curl.

“Ri-Right there El.” Are the first words you’ve mustered in minutes. His fingers ruthless against the bud, melting your brain. “Stay there and I’ll cum.”

His digits remain where you tell him, but his pace speeds up. Your core begins tingling, burning as cries are torn from your throat. Water is swirling about the tub due to his movements, sloshing around and mixing with your voice in a symphony of his efforts to have you reach your climax.

“Show me how much you missed me beautiful,” He mutters against your skin, kissing his way up to your collarbone before marking the sweet spot. “Let go for me, love.”

In the following seconds, the heat in your stomach boils over. His name is torn from your throat, and he thinks it may be the sweetest sound he’s ever heard. Cunt pulsing under his touch and muscles twitching as his motions continue. What once was pure water is mixed with your juices gushing out of your sweet hole. Your hands find his shoulders, anchoring themselves on them as your vision goes fuzzy.

You ride through your orgasm, his fingers working you through it as he mutters “That’s it. There’s my beauty.”

You press your lips to his as his movements still, hungrily and desperately. Tangling your hands in each other's hair, gasping and puffing in between sloppy kisses.

“Need more of you,” you pant against his mouth.

He pulls away, your chests heaving in unison.

“You've always been able to have as much of me as you desire, gorgeous.”

Without hesitation, you're picked up bridal style and taken to your bed, being sat at the foot of it.

Your hands rush to his belt as he pulls his sweater over his head, broad chest flexing in the moonlight beaming through your window. Once the button on his pants has been undone, he feverishly pushes them down, his heavy cock springing up as it's freed.

Knees hitting the floor as you sit before him, hand taking his member as you run your tongue along the underside. His long fingers tangle in your hair as your tongue circles around his tip, already dripping with precum. You push his head into your mouth, hollowing out your cheeks and sucking. He draws in a breath, stopping himself from ramming his dick into the back of your throat, letting you take your time.

You finally give him what he’s craving, working your way down his shaft until you're choking, the vibration against his sensitive tip driving him crazy. Your head starts bobbing back and forth, grunts spewing from the man towering above you as you slurp and pump. Refusing to take any less of him than you can, tears start streaming from the corners of your eyes as you continue shoving him into your throat, the imprint showing through your neck. Auburn locks fall around his shoulders as he tosses his head back in ecstasy. Your tongue swirls around his tip as you speed up your ministrations, his fingers pulling even tighter on your hair.

“You're doing too well, love.” He stops your movements, pulling out of your pretty little mouth with a pop and standing you up to kiss you deeply. “I was far too close, and nowhere near finished.

The writer turns you around and pushes you onto the bed, positioning you onto all fours. He leans down and licks a stripe from your clit to your entrance before inserting two fingers, moving them in a scissoring motion to stretch you out.

“You're already so wet for me again.” Elliott muses.

You let out a moan, rocking back in his fingers before answering. “When am I not wet for you?”

He laughs heartily, “Is that so, darling? Then you must be ready for this.”

His fingers leave you empty, but it’s only for a brief moment. His thick cock lines up with your entrance, before gliding in to the hilt. Your core is stretching and burning wonderfully as he begins railing into you.

“Three days is most definitely too long to be away from my muse” he grunts out between thrusts. Your tits bounce stunningly as his hips rock aggressively into hours, marks forming from his fingers holding onto your flesh.

“G-god Elliott,” You sob out. “You feel so goo-od.”

Elliott knows your body well, but that doesn't mean his heart ever swells any less when you tell him that he’s working you right.

Freckled skin leans over your back as his lips brush the shell of your ear. “Yeah? You're taking me so well my love. So well.”

You feel that same lighting start charging inside of you, sweet little hole squelching around Elliott’s weighty girth as it drags across the velvety spot inside of you. His orgasm isn’t far behind, with you squeezing him just right and moaning out his name sinfully.

“El! El I’m gonna cum again,”

“Me too, dove. Let me feel you cum around me. Cum on my cock, darling.” He growls out.

Those words have your waves crashing into the cliff, cunt fluttering around his mass while your back arches into the mattress below you. He’s only seconds behind, white hot spurts gushing out of him as he ruts into you, thoroughly milking the both of you.

As your highs die down, you both crawl to the top of your bed, wrapping yourselves in your quilt and each other's arms fully spent. Before falling asleep you grab his hand, bringing it level with your eyesight.

“Stopped the frostbite just in time,” you giggle.

He laughs quietly and shakes his head. “Whatever would I do without you, love?”

“Clearly, we never should go days without seeing each other again so that we don't have to find out.” You smirk. “I happen to like all of your fingers.”

He snorts at your implication. “I know you do, darling. I suppose I’d have to agree. I don't want to go that long without you again.”

[evieelyzabethh]

Love your work. <3 Could you write something with reader x spike where they're kinda' pining for one another, but one night he gets injured and has to stay over at her house? She patches him up and maybe offers him a bite? Doesn't have to be nsfw but +5 cool points if it is. <3

Hello, my loves, long time no see!!! I hope this is to your liking <3

Spike is so incredibly reckless. You knew this, he knew, everybody knew that Spike was a walking accident waiting to happen'. He likes to think he can handle himself. "I'm bad, baby," he'd tell you, "M' the big bad slayer killer. I can handle a few scratches." But you were never worried about what he could handle, you were worried about the fact that his blood was always staining your couch. That and the fact that his lack of self-preservation kept you up at night.

Usually, he has some decorum. He doesn't come to you with every scrape and bruise, even though you handled him with much more care than he was capable of extending to himself. It was his way of punishing himself, depriving himself of your head scratches and soft hands for bothering you too much. You scolded him for this, of course. It seems like its every other week (more like every other day) when you and he argue, most often in front of the Scoobies who waited anxiously for you take your arguments to the bedroom, about him leaving you to worry about whether or not he was ash.

"I mean, fuck Spike. Is it really that hard to just give me a call if you plan on bleeding at your place. A little 'Hi, yeah, I don't think I need my wounds treated with modern medicine, I'm gonna take my chances with old whisky and tetanus like the good ol' days'." And every time he takes his well-earned lecture with a smirk and a bowed head.

"Yes, mother, next time I'll break your door down at three in the morning for some pretty pink bandages."

"If you were so ashamed of the pretty pink bandages, maybe you should think before you run into knives!"

Spike has maybe told the truth a grand total of two times in his whole life, so his word means absolutely nothing. He continues to ignore your street like the plague unless it's an absolute emergency.

Now was an emergency.

You barely heard the faint knocks on your door from your bedroom, where you sat on your bed, music blasting from your stereo and some reality court show droning on in the background, catching your attention when someone decided to be particularly messy. You had thought it was your neighbors blind dog scratching at your door again until something large and loud hit it. Quickly arming yourself with a frying pan, you crept to your door, tearing it open for a very injured Spike to nearly fall flat on your floor before he caught himself using your doorframe.

His left hand clutched at his bleeding side and he walked with a limp over to his couch which now had a plastic cover. His dead heart was touched.

"Aw, you were waiting for me, " he croaked out. He fell on his back, one of his hands falling over the side and his eyes closing as soon as his head at the pillow. His shirt had claw marks that were lined with blood and his duster had barely escaped the carnage, a few holes separate from the preexisting moth holes sticky with some supernatural substance.

"Have to be prepared when it comes to you." You patted his cheek, thumbing over his cheekbones to try and arouse some consciousness. "Can't have you fallin' asleep on me. You might not wake up." You weren't going to leave his side until you were sure he wasn't going to die in your absence.

He babbled unintelligently, his mouth moving but having no connection to his brain to form any sort of actual thought. His eyes flit between closed and aware, his head moving to catch up with the spinning room, his mouth impossibly dry, and his head pounding. In his head, he insisted he was fine, but the words wouldn't come out right. He spat them out garbled and messy until he was too choked up to even try anymore.

He was barely conscious when he felt your wrist at his mouth. He had enough sense to shake his head and nudge away your wrist with his nose, but his lack of strength made his attempts futile. "No," he mumbled.

"You'll feel better," your voice swam around in his head until the words lost meaning and he just smiled at the sound of your voice. You swiped your thumb across one of his canines, the red contrasting with the pearly whites of his teeth swiftly wiped away by the pink of his tongue. After the taste of your blood was on his tongue, his sense was surrendered to instinct as he brought your wrist to his lips.

You didn't know what you were getting into. Vampires get their life force from blood, so it just made sense to have him feed from you to expedite the healing process. The more he drank, the louder your heartbeat grew in your ear and the closer he pulled you to him. You had only done this once before, when you were both drunk and dizzy and jokes being whispered in your ear turned into tiny nips from your neck that Buffy nearly walked in on.

In complete shock of what had happened then, you never brought it up, halfway convincing yourself that it never happened in the first place. If it did happen, he had enough sense to pull away then and you hoped he had the sense the pull away now, but now was much different. Now, there was a newfound hunger. A desperation. Like he had been starving himself for years and you were the first bite of food he had eaten. Had to have been good food to, with the way he inhaled you, indulged in you like you were some ambrosia or golden mead.

"Spike," you moaned. "I'm getting a bit light-headed." Your voice was high and thin, fearful as you made attempts to pull your arm from his lips. Through his haze, his fangs contracted back, and his tongue swiped whatever lingered on your skin.

"I'm sorry." Sorry for going too far, sorry for almost turning you into an empty Capri Sun pouch, sorry for being reckless again.

" 's ok."

You wobbled a bit as you stood, fingers wrapped around your wound as you shuffled into your kitchen in pursuit of your first aid kit. "You gonna tell me what happened?" He only groaned from the couch.

"Maybe tomorrow. I'm tired." You laughed on your way over to him, wrist already covered in gauze with an all too familiar needle and thread in hand.

"You're tired?" The smell of your blood was all too pungent, still. He turned his head towards the wall, studying the numerous music posters and paintings you had hanging.

"Going out to fight evil is a very hard job." You chuckled.

"I know. That's why I stay in here to patch you up." Your fingers were like magic. They always had a way of calming him down. Especially the way you hummed to yourself while you worked. You were never content with just silence. "I expect an answer in the morning." He smiled.

"Yes, ma'am." He fell asleep before you even finished and by the time you were done, you were too tired to walk the down the hall to your bed. You laid your head down on his chest, with no heartbeat to thrum and no breath to rock you, you still fell asleep just like that. Who knew cold bodies were so comfortable.

[allofmytoxicity]

Hello! How are you? I would like to make a request for Macgyver, I read your recent fic and fell in love, I would like to ask for something where Mac is returning from a mission and when he arrives at his house he finds the reader trying to fix something that is broken, maybe Mac has already taught her how to fix it before, but she can't and in fact only makes everything worse? So Mac fixes it for her?

D.I.Don't

a/n: Oh my gosh, thank you so much!!! Firstly, I love this idea, second, this is something I could imagine happening with myself just on my own, oh and third, I couldn't think of something simple to be fixed, so I have just put it as sticking up a picture. I'm in a bit of a writing slump at the moment because, (spoiler alert) I'm writing my first fic collection and I cannot, for the life in me, think of some ideas of how to continue the ideas for the fic.

angus 'mac' macgyver x fem!fiancée!reader

Summary: When a simple DIY task gets hard, your wonderful fiancé helps you out.

Word Count: 1.4k

TW: Being bad a DIY (I'm shite at it) and fluff.

You knew you shouldn't have done this; trying to put up the framed photo of you and Mac after he proposed to you in Greece earlier this year.

It had seemed like a simple job to begin with, and Mac had even said it was; Get the picture, a hammer and some nails.

Simple right?

That is, until, as you're collecting all of these things, you turn too fast when the doorbell rings and the hammer flies out your hand, making a hole in the wall.

So now there were 2 jobs. Put up the picture and fix the wall.

You definitely shouldn't've tried to put up that picture now.

Throughout your relationship, DIY had always been Mac's thing, and you couldn't deny that. If something broke, Mac would fix it.

Now, of course, he'd taught you a few things, like how to change light switch covers and unclog drains, especially for when Mac wasn't home and something like a drain needed unclogged - but you didn't exactly think you'd need his lesson on how to fix drywall.

So, to google you go. You know that you probably shouldn't have tried to fix it, but you were too far into it now that you just wanted to get it done. And that was how you ended up rushing it, messing up the paste to fill in the drywall cracks because you just needed to fix it before Mac got home, all to prove that you could do it.

And that was what Mac came home to find. Except it also had you sitting on the floor, staring at the abomination of a wall in front of you in tears at the fact you had tried and still failed after following every meticulous step.

Seeing his fiancée in tears worried Mac for a couple of moments before he finally spotted your splotchy attempt at fixing the drywall, the cracks looking like they'd started small but had only grown with the repair attempts - which they had, much to your frustration.

He sighed in relief while placing his bags down, glad you weren't hurt or anything, just upset at the fact you couldn't do DIY.

As he walked over to your spot on the floor, you turned around, tears brimming your eyes and trying not to break down there and then as you tried to explain yourself to Mac.

"I-I'm really sorry Mac. I tried putting up the Greece picture as a surprise for when you got home and-" You tried, interjecting into the silence first before Mac said anything to try and calm you down, but he cut you off mid sentence.

"It's fine." Mac calmly said, crouching down as he did so then he could hug you.

His soft tone surprised you and silenced your rambles at the same time. You had thought that when you'd broken the drywall that Mac would just sigh and get on with it when he got home if you didn't fix it.

So Mac sitting on the floor with you and letting you cry about how your trials and tribulations just to stick up a picture caught you off guard.

Yes, Mac was a good boyfriend and he wouldn't hurt you or anything because you'd done a small thing wrong, but he would just stay silent and just get on with it, not talking about it until he was close to a breakdown.

And to be fair, both of you did that. The only time you would kind of openly cry in front of each was either when you were on your period or you were both sat watching a sad movie.

After a few minutes, your tears died down and Mac released you slightly as he helped you wipe your eyes.

"Okay, so... What happened?" He asked as you looked down at the hardwood floors you two were sitting on.

"I tried sticking up the picture of us in Greece - the post engagement one - and, and then the doorbell rang and I had the hammer in my hand and..." You trail off, feeling yourself start to get worked up a bit and you looked up at Mac.

By the look on his face, it looked like he'd figured out the rest. You'd been a bit of a klutz your whole relationship, so given the context of why you were trying to do DIY in the first place, Mac worked out the rest.

"Alright, y'know what we're going to do?" Mac said, moving to stand up from his current sitting position on the floor and outstretching his hand to help you get up as well.

"What?" You ask, taking Mac's hand and getting up, a quick thud-thud as you gained your footing again on the hardwood flooring.

"We, are going to fix this wall. Well, I am - but you're going to sit and watch, and we're going to set up your phone to record it, so we don't have a situation like this again, alright?" Mac says, walking away, and with your hand still in his, you dragged along with him.

When he finally stops, you've both reached the inside door to the garage and Mac quickly drops your hand as he goes in, quickly propping open the door as he grabs some random items including a few scraps of drywall, a bucket of something and a paintbrush.

When Mac walks out of the garage, you take the scraps of drywall from him as well as the paintbrush as he closes the garage door while you walk back towards your shit attempt at DIY.

Once you get back to the hole in the wall, Mac places the bucket down before moving a chair and pinching your phone out of your pocket, setting it down on the chair and hitting record.

"Okay, now we're going to get on with fixing this wall." Mac says and you both plonk yourselves down onto the hardwood floors.

Over the next half hour (as your phone recorded you both) you and Mac sat and fixed the wall, from sanding out the old repair that you had tried to do, to adding the old piece of drywall, to finally using the paste to make sure the scrap piece would stay where it was.

As Mac helped you flatten and smooth the last bit of paste into place, you turned and smiled at him, happy you'd finally fixed the wall after such a disastrous attempt earlier.

"How long do we have to wait now until the paste dries so we can paint it?" You question Mac, your artistic nerves twitching at the thought of painting something.

"At least twenty-four hours. The paint is only out because I need to do a couple of touch-ups around where I fixed the last hole in the wall." Mac replies, his eyebrows raised as you nod in understanding.

Getting up from where you were sat, you go and switch the recording off and check your notifications before feeling two strong arms wrap around you.

Smiling, you turn around to see Mac with a soft smile on his face, the paint brush and can abandoned on the floor close to you both.

"So, you feeling better now that the wall's fixed?" Mac asks while you stick your phone in the back pocket of the jeans you had on.

"Just a tad, yeah." You say, a smirk beginning to form on your face. "I would feel better if I had a loving boyfriend who would kiss me and dine and wine me tonight though."

Laughing, Mac kisses you before replying, "Alright. I'll take you out, but that means, we both need to shower and get ready, and that means you'll take forever picking an outfit, meaning we need to start getting ready now."

Just before letting you go, Mac kisses you once more after his reply as you both start to wander towards your bedroom to get ready, with you laughing into the kiss at the accuracy of the comment.

Breaking apart and walking beside each other before you split ways to get ready, you say one last thing to Mac before getting in the shower.

"Thank you for the help, I love you." You say, wandering over and placing a kiss on Mac's cheek before starting to wander away.

Grabbing your wrist and dragging you back, Mac places a quick kiss to your parting and lets you go, giving a final reply. "I love you too y/n/n, it was no problem."

a/n: I started writing this, in like, early november and I'm surprised this is out before new years.

Read this to find out who else I write for, and requests are open!

[deadqueerboys]

So follow up question to the gn afab- thoughts on somnophilia/cnc..? Just trying to get a feel for the boundaries before I make any requests lol

You still didn't answer if you wanted it with they/them or no pronouns at all. I made it with no pronouns. I hope you like it.

Cnc! Headcanons

Tubbo, Tommy x Gn! Reader (separate)

NSFW UNDER THE CUT

Tubbo

He has interesting thoughts about it. He's always nervous to try something new, but Toby is good at roleplay. You giving him a chance was a big thing for him. He stayed awake the whole night. He was drinking coffee so he could stay like that. He was scrolling on his phone when he felt the urge to touch himself. It was just another hot guy on his Instagram. He couldn't deny that he felt attracted, and you were right by his side.. it was too good to forget this idea. He kisses on your neck. His arms wrapped around your body. He grinds against your body until he feels the warm breath. It was a sign that you were awake.

"Hello, love." Toby whispers, pulling his pants down just enough so he could get inside them. He carefully grabbed your underwear and pulled it to the side. His warm cock getting inside your cunt really easily. He moans and hides his face on your neck, whispering praises. "You're so good.." Tubbo's hands are shaky. He wants to touch you more than never. His eyes close, he's too tired, yet he wants to keep going. He loves the thought of fucking you while you're sleeping, so easy for him. So wet.. maybe because of a dream with him. He could notice your body language.

This was a dream come true. He was happy because he could cum inside without hearing any complaints. His body was relaxing and he fell asleep right after fucking you. He ask you for do it again and again. It's never over, he finally found something in bed that he doesn't have to pay much attention for it to be good. Not that he doesn't like the other days, he's a good pussy fucker, especially at sucking. But this.. this was perfect. Your sleepy body makes things more quiet and easy, it's something that he will always remember.

Tommy

He didn't have in mind how it would be. His lucky is that you wanted him while you were so sleepy. Before sleeping, almost every night, it's time to have a soft make-out season. Almost every time with Tommy above you and hugging your waist. At this time, you wanted more, but you were too tired to talk with him. He agreed to fuck you as long as you stayed awake. It wasn't hard to get inside you. You were wet and ready. Your walls wrapping around his cock, it feels good. He was slowly teasing your hole, his tip grinding against you. He wasn't planning to get so into it, but once he focused on fucking you, plus how horny he got.. he couldn't stop. He was fucking your sleepy body while you were still tight around him.

"Oh, fuck.. yes, yes.." Tommy moans to himself, closing his eyes. He refuses himself to enjoy fucking someone who isn't totally awake. But you said yes, you just.. slept. You did give him consent, and you weren't totally sleeping. He could hear your small moans while he used your body. He lays his head on your chest, his cock getting oddly more hard. His sweet moves became faster. He wanted it to end. He didn't know what he would say in the next morning. How could he explain that? He can remember some times when you said he could use your body if you were too tired. Was that the moment..?

He kept going until he felt like cumming. Tom took his cock out of you and stroked himself until he came on his own hand. He cleaned everything, even cleaned your insides with his two fingers. He was too worried you would hate him, but in the morning when you saw him in bed, giving him a good morning kiss, you two talked about it. He was relieved that you gave him consent. It builds something stronger inside him. He could use you whenever he wanted. Every time he feels like fucking he knows he doesn't even have to wake you up. It was.. magic.

[star-suh]

Don't Tell My Husband (Bottom Version)

Jeong Jaehyun x Male Reader

cw: cheating but its not cheating, breeding, impregnation kink, unprotected sex, spanking, implied age gap but it's not that much, slight degradation and cum.

an: it's the same story i just adapted it to a bottom male reader.

og top m! reader

Part II

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y/n was sitting outside his house watching how jaehyun said goodbye to his husband johnny, and after that you and him both made eye contact and you winked at him. it's not a secret that the couple are very handsome but there was something about jaehyun, that big bulge, that makes you want to just choke in his thick fuckmeat and heavy balls, it doesn't matter if he's married as long as his husband doesn't know it won't hurt no one, right?

and now it's the perfect time, y/n has been planning to shoot his shot for a while, he knows johnny works all day so he has enough time to fulfill his fantasy. y/n walks towards jaehyun's house and rings the bell, "oh hello neighbor" greets jaehyun, wet with a towel wrapped around his waist, "hello mr. jeong, how are you?" replied y/n surprised and excited about the majestic view, "i'm good, what about you y/n?", "i'm good too Mr. jeong, can i come in?".

"yeah, sure you just caught me getting ready to go to my work" both males walked towards the living room while y/n imagine getting fucked by jaehyun "you have a beautiful body mr. jeong, i can see why mr. suh married you… god those abs are driving me insane" y/n whispered that last part. "what did you just say y/n?" said jaehyun walking closer to y/n while licking his lips until they were just inches apart, he then leans towards y/n's ear and whispered "i heard that last part you bitch, and i see how your eyes always are staring at my crotch… if you want this cock that bad why didn'tyou just said it?" and then licked his ear. "what about your husband mr. jeong?" said y/n flustered "oh? now you care about what he thinks, we can invite him if you want to" he laughed.

jaehyun grabbed y/n's hand and put it on his bulge "don't you want to feel a manly thick cock inside your slutty ass huh?" seeing no answer for y/n, jaehyun just unzipped his pants letting his cock free, he grabbed it and smeared the pre-cum on his fingers and then on y/n's lips "just say yes y/n, it would be our secret" y/n started moaning while jaehyun kissed his neck, shoulders and collarbones and finally his lips, little by little y/n started to let himself go and give in into the pleasure…

y/n fell to his knees and started sucking jaehyun's cock "yeah just like that little whore be a good boy for me" y/n keep licking, spitting and sucking the older's cock as if it was a lollipop "do you like it mr. jaehyun, am I doing it good?". "yes you're doing it very good, you're being a very good cocksucker".

"can you fuck my ass now mr. jaehyun? i want your sperm deep inside me" said y/n while being on all fours on the couch spreading his ass cheeks "no need to prep me, i already opened it before riding a dildo thinking it was you". "fuck" groaned jaehyun "you're so dirty y/n, who would've thought". inch by inch jaehyun's cock slid smoothly inside y/n's pink hole "fuck, you're so tight… but aftwr I'm done with you that hole gonna be so loose that even two cocks would fit into it". "then do it and fuck me good, teach me how i have to be fucked" something snapped in jaehyun that he started to fuck y/n at an animalistic pace his balls clapping against y/n's ass while spanking it leaving it red, jaehyun put his hand on y/n's neck and bring him closer "now tell me who's fucking you good huh?". y/n wanting to rile jaehyun up decided to tease him "my dildo… it fucks me so good it can reach so much deeper than you" jaehyun grabbed his waist and started fucking him as fast as he can "shut up whore, how can you say that when a real meaty cock is opening your ass"... "it fucks me so good jaehyun do you think you can go deeper?" laughed y/n enjoying how harsh jaehyun was fucking him, red marks start to appear on y/n's waist due to the force jaehyun was using"I'm gonna pump your ass full of my cum, I'm gonna pump a baby inside you little bitch" jaehyun smirked. "then fucking do it and fill me up you bastard" moaned y/n......

4 hours had passed, 4 hours of y/n and jaehyun fucking around doing a house tour at that point, jaehyun's balls are dry now no cum left in them while y/n's ass is red and full of sperm. jaehyun use his fingers to fuck the cum inside of the younger's hole "don't waste any drop y/n, keep it all inside you". "i have to go to my home now, thank you for the amazing sex mr. jaehyun i would never forget it" said y/n, "me neither y/n" said jaehyun while kissing y/n's forehead "goodbye then see you later or tomorrow"...

it's night now, and johnny was in home watching a video that y/n sent to jaehyun of him fucking himself on a dildo using jaehyun's cum as lube "so you filled that punk's ass full of your cum?" asked johnny. y/n didn't knew it but the married couple has some sort of an open relationship, they could fuck whoever they want but just once a month. "yes love, and i think you should go and punish that brat for emptying your husband's balls, don't you think so johnny?", "and I would do it, don't worry about that" both kissed. meanwhile y/n was at home watching tv not knowing what was waiting for him.

[theyanderespecialist]

The Husband Of FrankenFizz (Scenario) Yanderes Ozzie/Fizz X Male Reader (Helluva Boss)

[Hello, My Sexy Muffins, and Welcome to a spooky Halloween-themed helluva boss scenario, which is Ozzie as Dr. Frankenstein and Fizzarolli as Dr. Franestein Monster. This is based on an idea I had where Fizz is Ozzie's monster which Ozzie brought back from the dead more or less. Of course, they did realize they would fall in love with a sinner demon and well one thing leads to another and he became their husband. Now let's do this!] 

(Disclaimer: Ozzie and Fizz are a canon couple, but they are not yandere in canon! This is just for fun and not to be taken seriously at all! Simping for fictional characters and yanderes is fine! Shipping them is fine as well! Just do not be illegal or gross about it! You know who you are! You Dirty, Flaky, Biscuits! Yanderes are not ideal partners to have in real life! Also, remember to separate fiction from reality and headcanon from canon!) 

(Mad Scientist Ozzie and Monster Fizz) (Their FrankenHusband) 

(No One's POV) 

Ozzie and Fizz had loved each other deeply, more than life itself, and when Fizz died Ozzie could not handle it. He could not move on and give up the love of his life. So he found a way to bring Fizz back. It took a whole year but Fizz was back with him and they were happier than ever. People were a bit afraid of how far Ozzie would go. Even Mammon was not getting involved in that shit anymore. Their days were perfect and they thought it could not get any better. 

That was until they met you, they fell for you good and hard, you loved to laugh at Fizz's jokes and were just as lustful and loving as Ozzie. Of course, there was a barrier as you are a male sinner demon and could not leave the pride ring and you ran the risk of being killed by angels during exterminations.  Ozzie was working hard to find a way to fix that so you could leave the pride ring. Of course, the solution he came up with was not ideal, and you did not react well!  "What the hell do you mean you would have to kill me!" You demanded in horror. 

"He does not mean kill you kill you..." Fizz tries to soothe your reaction. "Oz Means that if you are no longer tied to your sinner form you would be able to become something like me! Meaning you could go to other rings as well!" 

"Fizz." You say and take his hand. "I love you, and I Love Ozzie too, but I cannot take the risk of dying... I am afraid."  You were afraid of what would come next, what was left after you died in hell, also you were working on redemption at Charlie's hotel. 

"Besides, I might not want to stay in hell forever." You add. "I have been working on redemption, with what happened to Sir Pentious I learned that I can go up to heaven and be with my family again."  Fizz and Ozzie both frown at that, they could not risk losing you, especially to heaven! So Ozzie looked at you sadly.  "I hope you can forgive me for this, (Name)." He says gently and punches a hole in your chest. 

Your eyes went wide and then everything went black. 

Ozzie and Fizz worked fast in tethering your soul to your body and then worked fast on finding the right parts to make your body hell-born enough. The worked long and hard, sawing off bits of your body and adding new parts. It took one whole week and then you were awoken with bolts of electricity going through your body!  You gasped and groaned as your body felt like you were a corpse and in some ways you were. You found you were in a place you did not know. It was the Lust ring in Ozzie's private lab.  "(Name)!" Both Ozzie and Fizz rushed to you and you groaned.  "What happened?" You ask them. "I hurt."  "Yes, (Name)." Fizz says. "It will hurt for a bit. But you get used to it."  "used to wha-" You lift your hand to your face and your eyes go wide at the two different skin tones and stitches in your wrist. "What the hell!?" You demand and look over your body. 

Finding that you had different types of hell-born demon flesh connected to your own.  "(Name)." Ozzie tries to calm you down. 

"What the hell did you do to me!" You demand in horror. "I-I What did you do!?"  "We made it so we can be together forever," Ozzie tells you. "Do not worry, (Name). We will help you." 

You felt like you could not breathe, which you did not need to but it was still a lot to take in. Ozzie realizes you would have a panic attack so he sedates you. Stroking your hair and telling you it will be okay. That your husbands were there for you, and once again, everything went black. 

[YASSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSS Another chapter is done! I hope that you all enjoyed this, and stay sexy, all of my sexy muffins!] 

[allmyworth]

More headcanons! (Because Boboiboy Tumblr is looking a little too dry..)

Hello again, I return because I am starved for content, but why not throw out some while I'm at it? !Kokotaim gang edition!

>They like hanging out at the TAPOPS-U a lot because they are teenagers and once you give a teenager a space where only they have access to- You should've seen it coming, honestly.. >Yaya is fully aware that her biscuits could kill a whale but refuses to accept that fact and admit that her friends are right. She will force them down someone's throat and take that gamble of whether or not they end up in the ER. Or die. Either or-- She is willing.

>Gopal may not be book smart, but he is street smart. His grades may not be A's, but underestimate him for a second and the next thing you know-- You fell right into his genius trap and left gaping. The gang usually looks to Gopal for a plan-- As absurd as some of his plans may be-- They actually seem to succeed to work better than what was originally planned! >Boboiboy gets emotional very easily. Like, easily. He has a soft heart. Show him a sad film and he'll be the first to tear up. Boboiboy used to be very ashamed of the fact that he couldn't control his emotions and fit into society's definition of a 'man' and used to be quite heavily defensive, sassy, and sarcastic because if he wasn't-- He'd cry. But! He's learned that he is safe around his friends. They would not judge him if they spotted him with red rimmed eyes, just a silent understanding and the kind act of trying to cheer him up. He is still very much sarcastic and sassy-- But it isn't to hide anymore. >Fang came to the horrifying realization that he views Gopal and Boboiboy as his older brothers and Yaya and Ying as his younger sisters after the fight with Kaizo. Did he tell them? No. Is he still going to drift off to the sounds of their voices only? Yes. Is he still going to feel a gaping hole in his chest whenever he goes out on missions with just his brother? Yes. Is he going to dream about them once he eventually out lives them? Yes. Is he going to desperately try and keep their memories alive despite it being more and more futile as he ages? Also yes. Don't try to corner him on this-- He will summon a shadow squirrel to crawl into your pants. Don't test him.

>Ying has learned to shut down whenever something pisses her off. She doesn't really want to do this, but she'd rather shut down than lash out and hurt someone again. She hated being pissed off and misdirecting her anger onto her friends instead. Now? She stays quiet, silently brooding and distancing herself. Her friends reassure her that it's okay, that she's still growing up, that she'll learn to control it-- But she doesn't want to hear it. She'd rather isolate herself than make Boboiboy cry again, or make the rest of the gang uncomfortable, or make Yaya upset, or be the reason why laughter wasn't permitted whenever she was around and brooding. Ying knows, Ying understands, Ying learns, and this is the best she can do. Even if she yearns for Yaya to come into the room and just sit with her, just hold her, just let her breathe, to breathe with her.

Those are the headcanons I'll write so far and maybe next time I'll write up some more! These are just headcanons and if you don't agree with them-- That's completely fine! Everyone is entitled to their own opinion! These are just what I like to imagine in my little hellscape I call; my brain.

[belit0]

hey dear 🌼 i was just wondering how the uchiha/founders would be at doing home projects (like fixing a shitty floorboard or replacing a busted shoji, cleaning the birdbath, trimming the bushes, ect) (im doing projects around my house now that its gotten warm out lol 😊)

tysm and as always love your work!

ajshdakshdhsakj I madly love this kind of requests

Madara – “I’m above this” war general

Madara walks into any home project like he’s strategizing a siege on an enemy stronghold. His approach is intense, overthought, and far too grand for the simplicity of the task.

Fixing a busted floorboard.

-This is sabotage.

He kneels dramatically beside the creaky board like it's a fallen comrade.

-Who dared step here? Who has such disrespect for the sanctity of wood?

Ten minutes in, he's ripped out half the floor, shirtless, hair wild, tools scattered like casualties of war.

He’s yelling about “structural integrity” while Izuna screams from the other room that all the rice sacks just fell through a hole in the pantry.

He refuses help.

Every hit with the hammer is too aggressive.

A simple board replacement becomes a full-blown renovation, and the neighbors see smoke rising from the Uchiha compound by noon.

Izuna – "this shouldn’t take long" overconfident disaster

Izuna thinks every home project is beneath him, but somehow ends up knee-deep in it, sweating, cursing, and bleeding from a totally avoidable injury.

Replacing a torn shoji panel.

-Easy. Watch and learn.

Ten seconds in, he’s sliced his finger on the paper.

Five minutes later, the frame is broken.

Ten minutes in, he’s using glue that clearly says “not for wood” and trying to dry it with fire jutsu.

Thirty minutes in, the room smells like burnt glue, the new panel is stuck to his sleeve, and the old one is somehow fused to his leg.

-DON’T TOUCH IT, IT’S DRYING. I FIXED IT.

It is not fixed.

The paper sags.

It's crooked.

He’s blaming Madara anyway.

Hashirama – “let’s make this fun!” wholesome chaos

He starts any project with a sparkle in his eye and the deadly optimism of a man who doesn’t know what he’s doing but refuses to quit.

Trimming the garden bushes.

He talks to the bushes.

Names them.

Bends down and goes:

-Hello, Mr. Polka. Time for your haircut, yes?

He forgets he has superhuman strength and lops off entire chunks with one careless swipe.

One of the bushes now looks like an abstract elephant.

Another looks like it’s screaming.

But he’s beaming.

-Look at them! So expressive! Nature’s art!

The birdbath is upside down.

The rake is missing.

A raccoon stole his lunch and he called it “a miracle of forest diplomacy.”

Tobirama – “I will fix this properly or die trying” perfectionist

He takes one look at a leaky faucet or broken hinge and acts like it's a personal attack on his intelligence.

Cleaning the birdbath.

He doesn't trust the birds.

Why are they watching him?

He’s wearing gloves, a cloak, a face wrap.

He’s analyzing the water like it’s a volatile chemical compound.

-Algae. Avian feces. Unsanitary beyond reason.

Three hours later, the birdbath is deconstructed, chemically treated, sterilized, and filtered.

It now circulates clean spring water via an underground chakra-powered system he built from scratch.

But the birds won’t come near it anymore.

He’s offended.

-Uncultured vermin.

[pennedwithpassion]

I had no idea if you would answer my call. It was possible you would be in the middle of something. A meeting with a subordinate in your office; a meeting in the conference room where you wouldn’t even hear the phone ringing.

When you answered, I pictured you working intently on something at your desk. Digesting a perplexing email, or firing off one of your own, any task that held your attention so acutely you didn’t check the caller ID before you answered. Just snatched the receiver and buried it between your ear and shoulder, delivering the blanket greeting.

“Hi, handsome,” I purred. Your smile was audible on the other end. “Are you busy?”

“Hello there, and no, never too busy for you.”

I moaned softly and squeezed my thighs together, weighing down the hand between them. Your voice reverberated through me and made my pussy throb. I chewed on my lip.

“Good answer. I just needed to hear your voice.”

A deep chuckle poured through the phone and burned down my neck. My fingers pressed on my throbbing clit, sending a gasp from my chest.

“What are you doing over there?” you asked innocently.

Smiling through my bitten lower lip, I let out a heavy breath, hinting at what I was doing that afternoon.

“Thinking of you,” I answered, my voice dripping with need.

A long silence held the line.

Then another chuckle rattled the receiver.

“You’re mean,” you breathed. “I should probably close my office door if you’re gonna’ do this to me.”

A wicked giggle left my lips as my hips bucked and swayed. Wetness pooled between my thighs and seeped through the thin fabric. Heat swelled beneath my fingertips. I whimpered.

“Oh god,” you groaned. Sounds of movement and activity crackled on the other end. The sound of a door closing was heard before more movement. “Are you close?”

Hearing those words delivered in your husky voice shot electricity along my nerves. I writhed and moaned. You didn’t need me to verbalize my answer any better than that.

You purred appreciatively. “Mmph, that’s my girl. Bet you’re soaked.”

“Yes,” I gasped. My pussy drooled beneath the circular motion of my fingertips, the wetness smearing over my throbbing clit.

“Let me hear how wet you are.”

Obediently, I brought the phone between my thighs. Stroking my wet folds for your listening pleasure made me whine. Upon returning the phone to my ear, the sexiest growling sound vibrated through me. Broken whimpers squeezed from my throat.

“You sound so fucking good. Are you gonna’ come for me, pretty girl?”

A moan ripped from my chest. The swelling build of my orgasm made my muscles spasm and my back arch off the bed. I throbbed around the desperate emptiness inside of me, wishing your thick cock were stretching my aching hole. Breathless swears spilled off my tongue.

“Oh god damn, that’s it, baby girl.” My eyes crossed listening to your sultry voice. “Come for me. I need to hear you come like a good girl.”

Freefall. Every muscle erupted with its own fireworks show. The phone fell from my hand, but I kept my mouth in its direction. I needed you to hear what you did to me. What you unleashed within me.

“Fuck! Oh fuck!” I howled.

Warm vibrations echoed through my limbs. The tremors working over my nerves sent my voice through several octave ranges. Your gentle praise was distant but clear. I weakly dragged the phone back to my ear, letting the last whimpers tumble freely into you.

“Thank you so much, baby.”

“You’re so welcome,” you cooed before promptly adding, “I’m going to fucking ruin you when I get home.”

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