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chrollohearttags · 7 months

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kinktober day one

character: choso kamo

show: jujutsu kaisen

kink: pegging

word count: 1.7K

other themes + warnings: male sub, anal play, (obv) mommy kink, oral sex, strap on, spit play, choking, dom reader, overstimulation, cumshot, slapping

📝: some of my stuff I’ll be posting is inspired by videos so I’ll try to link the sauce material if I find it and this one happened to be inspired by this. Enjoy 🌚 (nsfw link btw! click with caution)

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dating choso kamo was an experience like none other you’ve had before..being with him had taught you so many things you’d never even thought to imagine. He brought forth shades of you that possibly may have never been revealed otherwise and although some may say, you two had no business being together…you could care less nor did you pay any mind to the chatter about him ‘below your standards’ or ‘not enough’. It was the furthest thing from and as far as you were concerned, he was perfect for you! The yin to your yang..a grade A stereotypical goth with his black clothing, painted nails and fishnets..along with tattoos lining his arm and his affinity for the guitar. A stark contrast to your more dainty and soft aesthetic; blazers and plaid skirts filled your wardrobe along with babydoll platforms and lighter colors. Mirroring that of every quintessential ‘pastel gf/goth bf’ meme when together..even so, the love you shared was equally reciprocated and abundant on every level. Despite your obvious differences in personality, appearance and even interests. But there was one thing you found common ground on..something that would shock anyone who knew you for your outward appearances.

“Open up, baby boy…gonna get it nice and wet for me, right?”

“Mmphm..yes..”

a pair that by all accounts, regardless of contrast..looked innocuous, sweet and so delicate. Little did anyone know that once you got behind closed doors, those masks were peeled away and the facades faded rather quickly. More so, when it came to being in the bedroom. Most would probably guess that your grungy, dark eyed stud took the reins between the sheets. Probably a more softer, sweeter dom with a gentle approach but still in charge nonetheless. However…they’d be sadly mistaken! Especially considering the fact that you were gently stroking the side of his face whilst he sucked off the silicone cock you had harnessed to your thick thighs. The two of you had just come home from a rather eventful Halloween party..drunk and dressed in rather salacious costumes. You in a sexy demon costume that left little to the imagination and Cho in his incubus get up with wings included. Truthfully, (y/n) had dreamt of seducing and dominating your man for a long time and this was the perfect excuse. Wondering just how well he’d fair when he was no longer in control. As it turned out, he loved it far more than anticipated. So much so, each time you guys got intimate, Choso insisted that you take the lead. Whatever you wanted, he was at your whim and mercy.

currently seated on all fours, he’d take subtle kitten licks at the tip before taking it a little further. Hand rested atop his head as you guided him along so carefully..akin to the many times he had done the same to you. Watching those pouty little lips of his coil around that plastic shaft and glide across all eight inches. “Look at you..so cute and pathetic. Sucking on this dick like a good boy. Are you enjoying yourself? You like pleasing mommy, don’t you?” Cooing with such a seductive tone and he loved it. If he knew what was good for him, he’d get it nice and slicked up..with his back slightly arched and hands planted into the mattress, he’d focus intensely on slurping up that fictitious dick; allowing you to fuck his mouth with as much subtly or force as you pleases. He was your bitch..your toy to mold and play with at your leisure. Behind these four walls, without judgemental eyes to pry, you made love the way you saw fit.

“Good job, baby..you took the whole thing that time. And you didn’t even gag..you’re learning.” Offering up an encouraging smile and swipe of a thumb across his pale cheek. Your thumb rested between his teeth before being replaced by your strap on yet again. You could see him discreetly attempting to cup at his own member. What he wouldn’t give to jerk himself as he worshiped your perfect physique before him; perfectly round, big tits, brown, supple skin and dark areolas with puffy nipples. Nipples he wished to flick his tongue around as you bounced him up and down on that dildo. It would be nothing short of a dream but alas, it was a mere privilege. And privileges were earned. Getting to touch you in any capacity right now was something he’d have to work hard for. However, you wanted to explore a little more of that sexy body. You wanted to see how he’d deal with being placed on all fours, waiting to be mounted as you gripped his waist and he tossed his ass back..you surely were about to find out!

“..turn around, baby boy. I think you’re ready for me now..” giving the command to face towards the scattered plushies strewn about your bed and the wall as you saddled up behind him. With a quick tug to his neatly tied pigtails, you’d snatch his head back just so you could watch his initial reaction when you slid in.

“Mmm…fuck—wanna be so full of you right now..” the uttering of that phrase alone causing your pussy to quiver. You were a leaking mess between your thighs and had those straps not been in the way, you’d be trying to get off as well but right now, it was his turn to be slutted out. “Don’t worry, my sweet love. I’m gonna take such good care of you..just relax.” Giving him a barrage of reassuring, sloppy kisses. So with that, you’d prompt him to place his hands on both asscheeks behind his back and spread them open. That puckering little entrance was practically twitching for you to get inside of him. Whereas many men would shy away from the idea of being impaled on a cock, Choso knew that the ultimate pleasure lay in that exact spot. He wasn’t ashamed of getting stuffed full to fulfill his desires. Panting like a stray pup, he’d wait patiently as you slicked it up with lube and even massaged some onto his entrance. The sheer sensation of the cooling liquid made him shudder but you were quick to massage his skin..hoping to quell that anxiety. Leaning forward, (y/n) clutched three fingers around his throat, slightly tilting his head backwards before teasing that tip around the rim of his little entrance.

“Ooh, Cho..you’re so handsome, baby boy..so fucking cute like this.”

and it was that exact declaration that had him ready to be used any way you desired. And seconds after uttering so—

“G’ahh! F-fuck!” A loud cry erupted from his mouth; gentle whimpers falling from those pouty, trembling lips as you impaled him on that toy and tugged him back towards you. “But you look even cuter getting fucked.” Coaxing a chuckle from you whilst bucking your hips forward..those long fingernails coiled throughout his wavy black locks as you used them to keep him controlled, along with a hand on the small of his back. You tried your hardest to mirror his own rhythm but soon, you found a pace of your own that worked for both of you..especially when you could hear your boyfriend whining and crying out for more. It was something so hot about watching this man writhe his hips and try to wiggle his ass to meet your thrusts. You’d lean up a little to spit onto his orifice, giving him a little extra wetness.

“Yeah? That feel good, baby? You’re doing sooo good taking mommy’s strap right now. I love it..” receiving that type of praise from you had Choso ready to burst right now but he exercised restraint and just clasped the pillows in front of him as he tried to maintain that arch. His own cock was throbbing and his prostate being stimulated beyond relief. He was a firm believer that every man should try this at least once!.. “..th—thank you..thank you so much…fucking me so good.” So desperate for a release as that pressure began to build. He looked so utterly pathetic, it was adorable. Remnants of his eyeliner staining his cheeks and those guttural groans becoming louder by the second. Clutching a hand around his throat, you’d tug him back even further and impale that toy deeper. “So gracious…just for that, jerk that dick for me, baby. C’mon, stroke that shit while I fuck this little ass. I know you wanna come so badly..” and that would be an understatement; crying out, Choso hooked a hand underneath his torso and began to rub the tip of his cock in his palms, letting that seeping precum lubricate his palm. Eventually, he’d speed up a little as it was all he could bear. But that wouldn’t last long when you’d begin to dote on him.

“It’s okay, baby boy..you can come. It’s okay to nut from getting fucked like this. As long as you feel good, that’s all that matters..nothing to be ashamed of..”

it was at that moment, he’d begun to lose control and began shaking, so close to reaching his orgasm. Legs trembling, arch breaking and his balls swollen to the brim. Once you gave him the signal and permission to let go, he didn’t hesitate and before you knew it:

“G-g..GAHHHH! Fuck!” It was as if something had shattered inside of him at that very second and his warm, juicy load began to spill all over your bed sheets. Opaque cream meshing with the pink linen..a dumbed out expression on his face and tears rolling down his cheek. You’d make haste in comforting him as you leaned forward and placed a kiss to his temple before letting your lips meet in a haze of sloppy, passionate kisses. He was so elated and in indescribable ecstasy right now. Nothing felt better than this!

“I love you…I love you so fucking much..”

“I love you more, Cho..you did so good, I’m so proud of you..”

and you’d help bring him to this climatic high anytime he wanted.

@greenieweeniesworld @spaceforher @anubisisthebomb @crazychaoticizzy @makaylasierra789 @momobaby227 @certified-stargirl @thickbihhwitdagapp @kameko-ko @valentineluvu @mukurosbracup @prettypink-princesss @bleach-your-panties

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kunikuma · 1 year

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returning customer

relationship | incubus!scara x afab!fem!reader

synopsis | after a bad day at work, you were just gonna bust a phat one and head to bed. a passing, indigo-haired incubus had other ideas. content | smut cw | mdni!!! da.cryphilia, unprotected sex, creampie, dirty talk, usage of sweetheart and slut, scara’s sharp nails gripped ur wrists too tight oops and now you have lil wounds, overstim, begging, blood...tasting?? a/n | consider this how y/n and incubus!scara meet. im practicing writing smut. and scara wont leave my mind 😔 btw for this, i envision y/n being very “fuck it, might as well get my shit rocked” after a shit day bc yeah me too

incubus! scara and xiao m.list

nothing was going right today. you were late to work because of a train, you spilled your extremely overpriced coffee all over your laptop, and your performance review for the quarter was not where it should’ve been. you knew, deep in your soul, you needed to relieve some stress this evening.

however, you did not think it would involve a very attractive and annoying demon rearranging your guts.

“hmm? why the pouty look? i could smell how wet and frustrated you were down the hall…”

the midnight-haired incubus was happily pressed firmly against your ass, clutching the hair at the back of your skull as he melded the side of your face into your nice pillow. drool was slipping out of your parted lips as he continued to assault the spongy spot deep within you. the way he rolled his hips was perfect and you would’ve hated to admit that. the unnamed demon behind you was just on his way out of another person’s home in your apartment complex as he had just finished… feeding. but he couldn’t help but smell such a strong, lewd, frustration in the air as he passed your door.

he was not above accepting dessert.

“s-shut the fu—!” you suddenly whined when he reeled back, only to bottom out to silence you, pressing his other hand harshly onto your shoulder, as if challenging you to finish your bark. his sharp black nails that were pressing into your shoulder were definitely going to leave some marks. “i-i didn’t ask for a disgusting demon to—”

when he draws his hips back, he slowed his pace this time, only slowly rocking back and forth as he scoffed, “disgusting demon? so you do have some fight in you. how cute.”

he traced a pointed black nail down your spine and you shivered, unsure if you liked the sensation or not. you could hear the incubus behind you hum to himself as he trailed his finger further, staring at the reddening of your skin as he traveled south. your skin was so smooth and he couldn’t help himself to create some art on the canvas before him. with the way your lamps’ warm lights lit up your skin, he'd go as far as saying you looked divine.

all the better to ruin.

his amethyst eyes narrowed with glee when he saw where the two of you were filthily connected. he especially noted how much you were dripping down your thighs.

“let’s get this straight,” he starts, a low rumble erupting from his chest, “i could kill you right now if i really wanted to,” he trails off, finally resting his hand delicately on squishiest part of your ass. he gave it a firm squeeze and snickered when he felt your pussy obscenely twitch on his dick.

you feel his blunt hair brush against your ear as he leans over your body to whisper in a sultry tone, “but… usually my food never bites back.”

you cringe when you felt something wet against your cheek. his tongue flicked at the pleasured tear that escaped your lashes and he sighs dreamily at the taste of your pleasure. before you could protest, he darts back, his head thrown back with a giggle, “you’ll be so fun to break! to fuck you dumb on my cock-”

you roll your eyes and grit your teeth, slamming your body back against his hips, “a-are you gonna fuck me or continue monologuing? it’s very not sexy.”

before he could give a snarky reply, you press on, craning your head as far as you could to revel in his irritation. you were really just testing your fate today, “in fact, you’re a shitty incubus. so much talk, not enough fuckin’-”

with a snarl, he slams his cock deep back into your body and you mewl. you feel one of his hands return to the base of your skull as his latches on your hair and tugs your body up, pressing your sweaty bodies together. fuck, even the rest of his body felt pleasant to the touch—

“don’t tell me how to fuck. i like to have fun with my food, sweetheart,” he growls, pistoning his hips, slamming the head of his cock against your cervix. a crazed grin erupts on his face when he hears you whine and gasp at his harsh treatment; he feels you try to angle your hips to get him to fuck you just how you need him and he tuts with disapproval. the hand that roughly grabbed your hair a second before shifts to paw at your right breast, giving it a massage in his hand. you let out a guttural moan in response when you feel him pinch and tug at your pebbled nipple, your eyes starting to blur with the tears threatening to fall.

“-so go-od, ngh!” you whimper, his deep, plunging thrusts breaking up your voice into stuttered moans.

“oh? now i’m doing well?” he laughs, releasing your breast and moving down to your hip. his hand eventually reaches a few centimeters above your clit, drumming on your skin. the demon nips at your ear with his sharpened fang, “i can make you feel so much better if you just beg for it.”

your head lolls backward to languidly glare at him. as he continues his decent pace, your eyes steadily glaze over. you mutter out yes, yes yes-

“c’mon, need to hear you beg for me, sweetheart,” he croons, slowing his pace again, “use my name. say scaramouche,” he coos, loving the fucked out face you were making. you whine in frustration, blinking away tears. his eyes dart to the crystalline sparkles and he licks his lips. from the corner of your eye, you see his mouth moving, clearly speaking to you, but the increased ringing in your head drowned out any sound.

suddenly, he slams his hips hard against you, his cockhead kissing your cervix. the loud sound of his hips slamming against your ass knocked you back into orbit as you cry out. his cackled laughter brings you back—

“h-hah, nevermind! i can see i fucked you dumb already!” he says with glee, increasing his pace. “let me reward you.”

with your breasts freely jiggling from his pace, he grabs both of your wrists to prop you up. your knees were still sorely planted firmly on the bed as he held your arms back for leverage. if you were all there in the head, you would’ve cracked a joke about how pornographic this all was. and you would’ve complained about this awkward version of doggy style—

the sound of his rough pace and your drenched core caused the filthiest of noises. but you could finally hear inklings of his own unsteady breathing, smothered by your own loud cries. god, he looked beautiful but his sounds?

addicting.

you strained to hear more of him.

suddenly, you felt pressure right on your clit and you clenched hard on his cock.

“w-what is that?” you gasp, shivering as you felt something firm rub against your swollen nub. he already had his hands wrapped around your wrists... whatever it was, it traveled in small circular motions, shifting from messy orbits on your swollen nub to firm flicks and you whimpered. fuck, you were getting so close—

a stuttered laugh erupted from behind you, “my tail, sweetheart. it’s not just for show.” he groans, his usual smug tone slipping, hinting at how absolutely fuckin’ wrecked the demon felt from the way your pussy gripped him. he grits his teeth as he felt your walls clamp so tightly on his cock the more he massaged your clit with his tail’s rounded tip.

he would never admit this, but you were the most interesting feast he’s ever had the pleasure to devour. the way your tears glistened as you cried out every time his cock bullied his way deep inside was to die for. but the way you fought back earlier back made something twitch deep in his chest.

but that’s something to think about later.

you let out a garbled moan as your thighs attempted to slam shut, “scara— i’m gon’ c-cum—!” you wailed, and scaramouche only laughed with glee as he fucked you closer and closer off the edge. the way you cried out the shortened form of his name made his cock swell. his hips roughly slammed against your ass as he tightened his grip on your wrists, not caring about your whines of protest as his nails pierced through your skin. he panted wildly as he continued his assault on your pussy, chasing his own release. all he could see in front of him was your arched back, the creamy ring clinging around his cock—

a slurred plea caught his attention.

“r-repeat that,” he demanded, slowing down to give you a few brain cells back.

“-fill me… c-cum in me. puh-leasee-”

with a final, almost haunting laugh, he hangs his head low and wildly thrusts, finally angling his hips to bully your g-spot. the squelches from your hole and cries of pleasure clouded his head like a drug, “m-my, my! what a little slut i’ve found myself,” he nearly whined at you, losing himself a little as his teasing tone cracked even further. hell, he truly was losing himself in you. you felt that fuckin’ good wrapped around his cock. the grazed grin on his face never faltered.

the next few seconds were like a blur to you. the skyrocketing pleasure from his cock bullying your sweet cunt and the perfectly repeated flicks from his tail on your clit sent you straight to your orgasm. white flashed before your eyes and you cried out, your hands flexing open and closed, desperately looking for something to ground you as you felt blood rush to your ears. your juices dripped from your sopping cunt, splashing onto his thighs and soiling the sheets. he moans at the feeling and then hisses as you thrash in his hold from the overstimulation.

“y-yes, fuckin’ cum on my cock—!” he gasps, burrowing his cock home for a final time, finally filling you deep inside like you begged. he groaned loudly as he shuddered, feeling his cum coat your soaked core’s walls. he drops your arms and you collapse forward, flopping onto your drool-stained pillows. as he pants, his body slowly sags forward, caging you under him. he presses his forehead against your upper back, his tail rested limply on his bed, twitching every so often. his bangs stuck to his forehead. whenever he breathed in, he could smell the evidence of your shared sin settling deep into your room and he felt a burst of pride erupt in his chest.

eventually, scaramouche straights out as he slides out of your cunt, grinning when he sees his hot essence leak out of you. he gathers your combined fluids on a finger and examines it closely. when he darts his eyes at your fucked-out form, he snorts when he sees you unconscious and twitching, but still breathing. he gives your butt a lil pat as he idly notes the little wounds he inflicted on your wrists.

scaramouche licks his soiled fingers clean from cum and your blood and hums to no one but himself.

“mm, dessert was pretty good today.”

as he hops off of your messy bed, he stretches with a contented and refreshed sigh, his black tail happily flicking around.

when you woke up the next morning feeling sore and disgusting, but oddly mentally refreshed, you found bandaids shittily adhered to your wrists and an oddly well-penned note on your nightstand.

‘consider me a returning customer - scaramouche ♡’

#incubus!scara #wanderer x reader #scaramouche x reader smut #kunikuzushi x reader #scaramouche x reader #wanderer #scaramouche #kunikuzushi #genshin impact x reader #genshin impact smut #scaramouche smut #wanderer smut #wanderer x reader smut #kunikuma’s fics

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hanasnx · 3 months

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indy you’ve done it again!!! 19 year old gf and brucie inspo pics below… i would also like to believe that an “affair” ( is it really an affair if the relationship with isn’t real) happens with one of the boys, more likely jason than dick (even tho dick gives me mad butterflies)…

gf being a social media influencer is in my mind and bruce loves it more because it allows him to publicize his relationship even more…

https://pin.it/1iacJEVLd

https://pin.it/3IPhPVh4L

sorry if this is all over the place but i have so many thoughts now -🍓

— link | link.

Berry. i screamed into my hand. the first one made me smile and the second one had me clapping a hand over my mouth and screaming. bcos like the energy was so perfect and it’s hard to find good bruce wayne vibes in pics.

i need you to share those thoughts btw idk how long my bruce interest will last so i have to take advantage of it while i can

now the affair thing is interesting because funnily enough jason has a tendency to get under people’s skin, and he was trying to do that with reader in the fic. purposefully disrespecting you is a way to see more into who you are and what you’re doing here because he’s curious and it’s entertaining to mess with people. he may be attracted to you, but sleeping with him would take a lot more effort considering he’s shy and if he actually likes you, he’ll be a little shyer around you bcos his instinct is to pick people apart verbally (like in the fic) but he can’t do that with you when he likes you if he wants you to like him back.

now dick is a chronic cheater in the comics. infidelity comes naturally to this kid, so he’d be more likely to be down for fucking bruce’s girl on the side. if you register to him as a girl down to fuck, he’ll prolly ask just cos. sex to him is fun it’s like a hobby, it’s not his problem who you’re with. in his eyes bruce is a grown man he can deal with this shit logically, and when dick hears that you haven’t gotten any in weeks, his instinct is gonna be to coddle you into thinking you deserve some from him.

reader being a social media influencer is so good!! bcos yes one of the reasons bruce chose you is your reachability. huge plus with him. everybody’s talking about the instagram vid where he’s doing a body shot off of you in the smallest bikini imaginable in the middle of an insane party. and they’re not talking about how batman was spotted atop wayne manor

#:pinterest #indy shoots the shit #thanks for the msg!!#anon: 🍓#ch: bruce #ch: dick #ch: jason #bruce wayne prompt #dick grayson prompt #jason todd prompt #nineteen year old!reader #reader x bruce wayne x dick grayson x jason todd

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scekrex · 17 days

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Could you write abt reader trying to get Adam to wear a maid outfit "as a joke" but really he just wants to see Adam in ANY revealing outfit because that man has hella ass and he hides it in his robes? Ur writing absolutely fucks btw

I fucking love the thought of Adam in a maid dress that's just a little too short to hide his juicy ass like the fanart I've seen- fuck it's good.

I got myself a fuckin' life dressed up in evening wear

pairing: Adam x male!reader

warnings: language

note: not beta read bc fuck you I don't have beta readers

“C’mon Adam, it’s for my fucking birthday, just once,” you begged the first man as you snuggled up against his side and placed a soft kiss on his neck and while the first man absolutely enjoyed your kisses, he was not enjoying the request you had. “Fucking no, the fuck do I look like? Some shit-ass doll you can dress the fuck up however you want? Nuh-fucking-uh,” he shook his head lightly to underline his words and theír seriousness, there was really no use to fight it though, not when your next move was to climb into his lap and gently leave a trail of soft kisses alongside his jaw. You felt how his body relaxed underneath you, felt his sigh more than you heard it and it was then and there that the both of you knew you had won, even if Adam would keep up the act of denying your request a little longer. “No one else is gonna see ya, c’mon hun,” you leaned in closer, your hands were on his chest, softly massaging his slightly chubby tits in the most teasing way God had ever seen. Your lips brushed against his ear as you continued to speak, “Do it for me, Adam.” The shudder that went through his body at your words felt so violent. The leader of the exorcists grabbed you by your hips, effortlessly lifted you off of his lap and placed you back onto the couch as he got up, muttering in a very unpleased sounding voice, “Fucking fine.” And you had won. Again.

The reason why you wanted him to wear that stupid outfit for you was pretty simple: You wanted to see and slap his ass. Ever since you had first seen this man in underwear, you had known that his ass was a handful, like the first man not only had a fucking amazing dick, no, of course he also had the most perfect ass humanity had ever seen. But Adam didn’t really care about that, he knew he looked glorious and that was it, that was enough knowledge to hide his perfect body underneath that gigantic robe of his that left everything to your imagination. He rarely wore anything else than his robe, at home it was mainly a band shirt that was way too fucking big on him and therefore covered his juicy ass, and boxershorts, but even that wasn’t satisfying enough to you, you wanted to dress him up to make him realize how wonderful his body was - you wanted him to see what you were seeing and while the brunette might not like the thought of wearing a maid dress, you had made sure to get him one that fit his figure’perfectly fine. He would look absolutely angelic wearing the dress you had picked out for him.

So when you opened your eyes because of soft kisses that were placed up your chest, over your neck and all the way up to your lips, you couldn’t hide the massive grin that stretched across your lips. “Mornin’,” you mumbled sleepily against the warm pair of lips that belonged to your boyfriend. Adam wasn’t the romantic type of guy, yes, the both of you were going on dates, but at home in his normal daily life, the most romantic thing he could do without seeming suspicious was to kiss you awake. And that mainly happened on special occasions like birthdays. It wasn’t that he didn’t enjoy kissing you awake, he did very much, but he wanted it to be something special, why you didn’t fully understand but you accepted it. “Morning, old fuckhead,” the first man greeted you, on his lips an equally large grin. He seemed excited for the day, he had most likely already forgotten about the little promise he had made you, otherwise he surely wouldn’t be as excited. At least that was your guess.

You pulled away from the warm body on top of yours and stretched your tired bones as you pushed yourself off the bed to sit up before you gave him a glance, followed by a very important reminder, “Someone’s quite excited to spend the day in a maid dress, huh?” Oh and the look on his face as he heard you speaking those words, it was priceless. The grin he had been holding up so pridefully fell quickly and his expression turned into a mix between annoyance and excitement, though you were sure the annoyance in his eyes was just a cover-up, otherwise he wouldn’t have agreed to wearing that silly outfit so quickly. If he wanted to, Adam could argue pretty well and the fact that there had been basically no resistance on his side, had told you everything you needed to know - he thought of your wish as something silly, yet respected it - mainly because it was coming from his boyfriend. “Don’t fucking remind me,” he groaned with a roll of his eyes and turned around, his back was now facing you. Oh but you couldn’t wait to see his sexy ass in that dress that was just a little too short and would expose just a little too much.

So you pushed the sleepiness aside and got up from the bed to walk over to your shared closet, you took the still closed package that was waiting inside and tossed it in Adam’s direction. The brunette was quick to roll over and dodge getting hit by it while he grumbled, “It’s too fucking early, babes.” No, no it really wasn’t. It wasn’t ever ‘too early’ to see your boyfriend in the most revealing piece of clothing he’d ever own. “Pull that stick outta your ass and get dressed bitch, it’s my fucking birthday,” you responded in a sing-song voice as you grabbed one of Adam’s band shirts to wear yourself. The sleepily annoyed boyfriend of yours raised his head a little, eyeing you up and down, “So I have to wear this,” he nudged the package away from his body with his left wing, “And you get to wear my shit that basically covers all of you? Fucking unfair.” You just chuckled as you headed for the door, “Get a taste of your own fucking medicine, hun. I’m gonna go and make breakfast, you’re gonna move your ass and you better be dressed when I’m done.” You were almost able to hear the brunette’s annoyed eye roll as he responded sarcastically, “Yes dad,” while he dropped his head face down into the pillows. A cheeky, “That’s daddy for you,” left your lips before you closed the door behind you, yet you heard how the first man choked on his spit because of your words.

“Y/N,” Adam mumbled as he entered the kitchen and walked past you, giving you the most angelic view of his ass you’ve ever seen. The brunette yelped in surprise as you slapped said ass firmly and playfully hit on him, “Hey Sexy.” You heard him grumble something underneath his breath, however you didn’t catch what he had just said and you definitely weren’t gonna ask him, if it was important, he’d tell you sooner or later. “You should wear this more often, makes your ass look absolutely amazing,” you hummed in delight as you flipped the pancakes that you were preparing for breakfast. “Fuck you,” Adam mumbled and while he was trying to sound annoyed, maybe even embarrassed, you saw how prideful his body language was. Oh this man was all act, no truth, full of insecurities. Yet he seemed to like the dress better than expected.

#hazbin hotel #hazbin hotel adam #adam x male reader #male reader #adam x y/n #adam x reader #adam x you

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iwanty0uu · 9 months

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Heyyy how yall doin! Me? im just chillin thinkin about how onyankopon loves carribean girls

(im literally saying this because im jamaican but anyway)

N/N MEANS NICK NAME BTW!

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You whined your hips as your favorite song came on, touching your waist and breasts all while making eye contact with the tall darkskin boy through the crowd. Your best friend Mikasa always hosted the best parties, and always had the best playlists. Fever by Vybez Cartel rung through the speakers as you straightened yourself up and walked towards the figure across from you. You felt his dark lustful eyes burning through you and it turned you on but continued to ignore the the wetness and the butterflies in between your thighs.

You met the tall boy with a simple smile, well aware of how intimidating he looked while towering over you, but still managed to hold eye contact which caught his attention. He knew he looked intimidating, but it was always a nice surprise when a bold girl made the first move.He was practically eye fucking you. Your tight black dress held together by crisscross strings emphasized the curve in your torso ,while the dress flattered the mounds on your chest and made your ass nearly pour out of the bottom of your outfit. The red tattoo on your side barley showing but just enough to show the vine and hibiscus flowers which wrapped around to your lower back. Leaning over you to get a better view of your tattoo, he focused on your back dimples and couldnt help but smile to himself.

“Where u from pretty girl?” he questioned as he placed his drink down, leaning up against the wall behind him. Although the music blared, his deep voice felt like it penetrated every sound in the house, making his words clear, sharp, and only for your ears. You smiled as you flipped your hair over your shoulder revealing a gold chain in the shape of your homeland. “Born and raised” you replied as he smiled. “Ouu you Caribbean girls are dangerous, i hear yall cheat a lot, Im Ony by the way.” His smile was perfect, the pool in your underwear felt like it soaked through your short black dress, shiittt if he was thirsty you had a perfect beverage for him but i digress. “I’m y/n and you can come find out yourself, i meann i wont cheat unless you give me a reason too” ..your confidence could easily make a man’s dick wet,and if ony didnt have on them ksubi jeans the pre cum in his boxers would be visible.

“n/n you is a trip, can i call you n/n? imma call you n/n and if i hear anybody else calling you that imma kill them” he said as he faked a deadpan face. He was funny, he actually made you laugh, he was the first dude you met who wasnt the actual joke in your life. “boy bye everyone calls me that, you finna have a long ass hitlist then hun” you said as you rested your hand on your waist. He looked you up and down again and laughed “stop eye fucking me” you said cockily. Now to be fair, you were doing it first, thats why he stared back at you while you were dancing, and you did want to get to know him more. So, you grabbed his hand, as walked backwards slowly through the crowd. You knew you looked good and fucked good so your confidence was on one hundred tonight

“Hey, lets go back to my place and get to know eachother more..I mean you look all lonely standing here in the corner by yourself sooo we can def be friends” you couldnt resist his ass, and its obvious that he was feelin you too, but you wanted to get to know him more for real, i mean its not like fuckin him till your jaw locked didnt cross your mind once or twice but your intentions werent JUST to use him for his body, sexual thoughts are part of human nature and you just so happened to have some about the fine black man in the room! honest! He did look like he could be some good entertainment for however long he planned on staying in your life, there’s nothing wrong with a boy toy or two.. “Ony baby do you got a girl? i dont wanna be playin in nobody face looking dumb now..” You aren’t insecure, but everybody and they momma cheats in new york.. so theres nothing wrong with asking. “absolutely not..i gotta stay loyal to my girl” he said as he stopped you and gave you a twirl as he held your hand. hm, bold..

Turning back around while he opened the front door for you, it was already set in Onyankopon’s mind that you two would be more than friends..more than bestfriends at that, and he would know all about your favorite things, and your favorite parts. And if you were sure about one thing in your life, it would be that he would be yours by the end of the night, and he knew which set of girls did it the best. Walking off of the front lawn he opened the passenger door for you and quickly ran to the drivers side.

“manner-able too” you thought to yourself looking pleased. “So Ms.Y/n,” he said taking a sigh and turning the ac on low, causing the pine tree air freshener to dance around the rear-view mirror. “Who taught you how to whine like that? Im a visual learner by the way..” he said as he licked his lips and smiled, looking even finer in the low car light which illuminated his grills and nose piercing, rubbing his hands together showing his gold watch which sat pretty, almost as pretty as you on his wrist, accenting his thick veiny hands. Polished fingers looking so delicate and so clean, so glossy yet so rough. Everything about him was fine, and looked expensive.

His clean white shirt didnt have to be name brand to make his outfit hard.. damn was he good at existing, everything about him was so clean and polished. He is aesthetically pleasing to the eye which not a lot of people are. You couldnt stop looking at him in this lighting.. the low dim lights of the party didnt bring out all of his features as well as the car light did. Around his eyebrow rested a small but noticeable scar and a double slit eyebrow made his sharp features even more attractive.

“Lemme take a picture of your fine ass to make this view last longer” you said while grabbing your phone to snap a quick pic, quickly opening snap since their camera was the best. “i would send it to you but i dont have your number, here put it in” he laughed at your demand for his number. “You want me to drop you home? and you still aint answer my question mama” he added on determined.

“I’ll answer it when i get home, its still early so you can come up with me till youre ready to leave, but until then..” you said as you pulled him close and pecked him on his lips, “whats your favorite color?”

Boy are you in for the RIDE of your life..

guysss i hope you enjoyed this i feel like im getting back in the groove with this writing thing this was also long as fuck😭 so please give me any tips and tell me if you liked it! Big up my carribean people and give me some scenario ideas!😋~ ℒℯ𝓁ℯ<3

#attack on titan #onyankopon x black y/n #black women #black reader #black coded reader #fem reader #party #onyankopon x reader #ony x black reader #aot onyankopon #onyankopon smut #iwanty0uu

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princessbrunette · 10 months

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How do you think anakin would treat his partner if they were a virgin/ there first time.

( your an amazing writer btw I eat up everything you write) 💓

i’m thinking about virgin!reader who is just absolutely down bad and wants to get destroyed despite having little to no experience and somewhat experienced anakin, who obviously wants to take you apart so bad but he’s so ??? nervous ??? because he thinks he’s gonna fuck it up and be the worst first time ?? because if anyone doubts themselves it’s that man (rolls eyes back into my brain)

so he’s being somewhat avoidant, because he needs time to prepare. he’s impulsive, always has been always will be — but with you, things are too important to fuck up, and he’s not used to that element to himself so he’s just scared. but as time passes, he starts to get more and more needy, dreams of giving you your first orgasm or pushing inside of you for the first time plaguing his mind and he grows antsy, dick constantly bloated in his pants around you or falling victim of his incessant tugging at night in his quarters, bare and sweaty with images of you in every which position behind his eyelids.

and you’re not helping, you’re practically begging for it — yet to make a little cherry chaser out of anakin, bending over infront of him wearing the tiniest skirts with your pussy peaking out the sides of your underwear making him clench his fist so hard his robot hand nearly shatters. you should be lucky he cares so much for you, the urge to bend you over and take you right there and then tempting him. alas, he is a romantic — and his big ‘fuck it’ moment winds up just being the two of you impatiently rolling around in the dark together, letting you explore and be curious with your hands all over him — always the teacher.

he’s sure to make you cum on his fingers or tongue atleast twice before he even thinks about fucking you. because he has to be sure you’re wet enough, loosened up enough, relaxed enough, sure enough that you want it— even if you’re crying and begging him to “just put it in already, please ani!”

and then it’s slow, a little giggly and clumsy but god does he savour the way you moan and clench around him — so much better, so much more animated and real and wetter and emotional than his daydreams. it’s perfect, you’re perfect — he thinks.

#anon #thank you sweetie !🌸#anakin skywalker drabble #anakin skywalker prompt #anakin skywalker smut

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merakiui · 11 months

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Meraaaaaa Geppie has been holding me trapped in a brainrot lately...

Insatiable Geppie who gets soooooo damn horny and pussy drunk!

"I'm sorry dear! I'm sorry darling! Pleaseese let me go for another round! I'm sorry I got hard again! You just look so cute like this... You'll let me go for another round right?"

(It wasn't a question, you don't have a choice.)

Man is gonna go for his 15th round tonight <3 he is just soooo horny! His horniness could be compared to a teen boy who just discovered a p*rn magazine, but unlike a teen boy, our man Geppie has a stupid amount of stamina! His libido is absolutely unmatched, he works out regularly so his fitness strengthens his sex drive even more!

I bet Geppie has been so pent up these past few years, he wasn't aware on how pent up he was until he met Darling <3 oh so very cute and breedable! He is just horny gripping! He apologizes soooo much but he isn't really sorry if that soppy cunt is begging for more!

You can yell no! Or tell him to stop, but he will pretend he can't hear and continues~ he is insatiable!

"Geppie go for any longer and I will die~ it's hurting Geppie! Geppie stop I'm tired!" You whine.

"Shhh shhh one last round honey(it won't be), you can do that for me can't you?" He just coos the entire time... It felt kinda patronising. Your cries fall on deaf ears.

You probably won't be conscious during after care, but he gets really soft! (As long as his dick stays soft and his balls are emptied) he will run a bath for you and treat you gently. Get angry all you want once you wake up, he will apologize profusely but we all know he would do it again...

Hmmm maybe a Yandere Gepard? Who only comes out after dating.... Yan!Geppie who ignores your safeword and babytraps you!?!

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(btw Mera! Take care of yourself, stay hydrated!! Xoxo)

AAAAAAA IZUNA, YOU FEED ME TOO WELL OMG….. orz he gets the most pussy-drunk, and when he’s like this, dazed out of his mind and focused solely on making you feel good, seeing you cry from sheer pleasure, feeling you squeeze and tighten up around him each time you cum… he loves you so, so much; you’re just the sweetest, cutest darling he’s ever had the honor of loving!

I think, along with Gepard being so secretly horny after he’s fallen for you, that he gets so worked up over the smallest things. Like if you wear something modest. It shows no skin, isn’t tight, and is simply just comfortable on you. Maybe a sweater (even better: one of his sweaters, and it doesn’t matter what your height is because you’ll likely drown in it because he’s just so broad-shouldered and big, so the sweater looks oversized on you)!!! That has him horny gripping so badly omg. Gepard thinks about that all day during his patrols and near the end he’s insatiable. He can’t wait to get home and fuck you while you wear his sweater.

He’s probably preferential to missionary. I feel like it’s his favorite position because it’s just so romantic and sweet and intimate to him. That and fucking you on your side from behind so he can wrap his arms around you and hold you close against his chest. <3 he has so much stamina and since he’s only just fallen in love and started having sex at his age he’s so ready to explore every inch of you and more!!

Regarding Gepard who becomes yandere after dating!!!!! He was the model boyfriend for so long, albeit a little awkward at times. But he’s just so sweet and doting. He cares about you immensely and is the perfect husband material. You’ve been dating long enough that Gepard thinks it would be okay to propose you live with him from now on. And miraculously, you agree! He’s so happy that he helps with the entire process, easily assisting with packing your things away into boxes and lifting and carrying them to wherever you need them to go. He can’t wait to start living with you! And maybe soon he’ll propose… he has the ring; he just needs to wait for the right moment.

He’s always thought of starting a family. It’s lingered in his mind whenever he looks at you and sees you doing anything domestic or anything you’re particularly fond of. He imagines you passing your hobbies onto the children, all of them seated at your feet while you sit in a rocking chair, pregnant with another child, and teach them how to draw or crochet or write or anything else you find fun in doing often. It’s such a vivid picture in his mind that he absolutely must make a reality! Gepard realizes that since you’re still young you’ll likely be very fertile and so he hopes that it’ll only take a few rounds until you eventually, hopefully, fall pregnant.

Even if you’re squirming under him, telling him to pull out, using the safe word, whimpering that you’re scared and don’t want him to cum inside, that it isn’t a safe day, he can’t help it. You’ll have to forgive him. He’s just so in love with you, so drunk on the feeling of your pussy wrapped around his cock, so infatuated with the idea of a domestic life, of a house full of children, of becoming a parent alongside you. He’ll be the best father! He’ll help you with each and every pregnancy! There’s nothing to be scared of. Geppie’s here to take care of you, so there’s no need to cry. But then you’re crying because you’re so happy, right? Because you want this, too.

#honkai chit chat #yandere honkai star rail #n/sfw #video-game-luvr #tw: baby trapping #tw: pregnancy #thank you for sending such a delicious concept orz #and i will make sure to take care of myself and stay hydrated!!#please also remember to do the same :D xoxoxo

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probably-a-side-blog · 2 years

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Bo Sinclair Headcanons

These are gonna be nsfw obvi. Its on the side blog.

I’m a guy, so these are queer headcanons. I am staring directly at my fellow mlm/nblm readers.

Kick off hcs:

- He has a lot of internalized homophobia

- Would probably think he isn’t actually gay because he doesn’t “act gay”

- He’s very gay.

- Woo boy, that boy would melt like butter if you flirted with him. A little thrown off by it at first but would start trying to fish for more

- He’s a vers, it depends on the mood

- Either way he isn’t facing you if you do fuck. Mostly because he’d still be in denial and being able to see your face might actually blueball him from embarrassment. (its not you, its the internalized homophobia, I swear)

- It would take him a good while to build up the confidence to do many positions where he can’t pretend he’s straight.

When bottoming:

- Would try to hold back moans to “still be manly” but hit the right spot and he’s suddenly very loose liped

- Though he might burry his face in the pillows or sheets since once he’s vocal theres no shutting him up

- HARD praise kink. Would cum just off you inside him and whispering sweet praise in his ear

- Sorry babs, you’re his security blanket now.

- Don’t touch his wrists. Just don’t. He has hands, hold them, you freak.

- If he’s riding, he uses it as an excuse to fuck with you a little. Not letting you grab him/ignoring your pleads to speed up/etc. Keep talking and he might just sit there, fucker.

- Doesn’t suck dick. Again, one of those things you have to build up to. Same with giving handjobs. “Too gay” for him. Will gladly accept them though, the hypocrite. Perfect partner if youre a stone gay though, I guess.

When topping:

- Its where he’s most comfortable but still doesn’t moan much.

- He’ll try to praise you but its like. Back handed compliments.

- Handsy. An enjoyer of manhandling and general holding

- Even so man still craves affection even balls deep. So he’d lean over you and rest his head in the nape of your neck. That’s when you can hear his soft needy moans the best.

General Kinks:

- Sadomasochism: I mean don’t hit him out of no where, ya freak. But if you use your words and ask nicely he might let you. He will leave bruises on you though.

- Biting: He’ll get really in the heat of things and suddenly your neck or shoulder is exactly where his mouth belongs. Also helps ground him

- Bondage: Would love to tie you up and fuck around with your helpless body. It would take a slow process on his end, starting slow before building up to the shit he does.

- Public: Listen. You can’t make entire town out of wax corpses and not think about fucking in the church at least once.

Don’t be shy to request stuff btw

#bo sinclair #bo sinclair x reader #bo sinclair x male reader #slasher x male reader #slashers x male reader #slasher x reader #house of wax

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lovejosephquinn · 1 year

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Hi lovely!

Can you write a fic where Joe x Reader have been dating for a very short while but Joe is head over heels after previous fails at online dating and just knows she's the one, especially when he sees her with her 11 y.o. daughter. He then one day surprises reader when she tells him to be careful while they're in bed because she missed an appointment for her birth control shot, and he's like...well would it be so bad? And basically discovers a crazy breeding kink, talks to reader filthy as hell and ends up busting the biggest load of his life, that he falls apart and almost cries, & is crossing his fingers he becomes a dad almost immediately.

You're so damn incredible btw and so talented! I mean this from the bottom of my heart, you are so wonderful and I am so appreciative of you!

The fact you took your time out to compliment me like that after your laid down your idea made my heart scream! THANK YOU ❤😍

How cute but filthy, you're my type of person

Thank you for your request x

Warnings: fluff and smut, that's it Under 18's DNI!

Word Count: 1.8k

Let's Try For A Baby, Baby.

You had very nearly given up on the idea of online dating, not sure where to go with it next or just to give up on finding love altogether. You were exhausted with the creeps that just insisted on showing you a picture of their limp dick or people who would completely waste your time and ghost after a while of talking.

Being a single mum to an 11-year-old girl in the dating scene is not something that is welcomed by most people, women with baggage are usually pushed aside. You'd countlessly uninstalled and reinstalled the different dating apps, a thing you tended to return to when you were bored in the evening. Your daughter was becoming more independent and would rather spend time in her bedroom on the phone to her friends than be sat with her mum.

This was all a vicious circle until the one night you swiped right for Joe, the guy who quickly fell into your life and you hit it off straight away, moving from messaging to hours' worth of phone calls. You lived at complete opposite ends of London, which wasn't far in retrospect but there was a slight bit of distance that was able to let you meet in the middle for the first few dates. You convinced yourself that this man was too good to be true, he had the looks, the personality and sense of humour all moulded into one, honestly quite perfect and that terrified you. Then came the free weekends where you'd make plans to spend time with one another whilst you were child free to where you'd seemingly always end up back at his apartment which would end a number of things but especially either bouncing on his cock or getting your pussy eaten mercilessly.

The day you brought your daughter to meet Joe went exactly as you'd hoped, they clicked instantly and were so alike in their humour, there wasn't a moment that they weren't around each other where they weren't laughing at something the other just said.

Everything was undeniably faultless, your relationship had blossomed quickly, the fact you're a mum was accepted, and Joe's flaws were minimal, you didn't understand how you'd fallen so lucky, and the feeling was considerably mutual on his side; it's clearly a rarity to find such a gem anywhere in life.

A year had flown by so fast, it was your first anniversary together and you had arranged for your daughter to go and sleep at her friends for the night so you could have one another all to yourself. Joe had cooked you an amazing two course meal and you had shared a couple of bottles of white wine between the two of you, feeling the effects afterwards where you found yourselves making out like a pair of lovesick teenagers on the sofa, the heated kiss reciprocated in the same manner as your tongues battled for dominance.

Joe had his hand firmly pressed against your panties, rubbing at your arousal slow but firm, you lent up onto your elbows as the kiss broke, pressing your foreheads together and palmed in through his jeans at the same pace. The sudden rush to make it to the bedroom and make love to one another was apparent in the way you looked at one another. Removing your clothes in unison, Joe laid down on the bed and you were desperate for his tongue but also wanted his cock in your mouth, you edged yourself over his face and caught him biting his lip down as his hands came up to pull your thighs down so you could sit directly on his tongue and the moment you fell to his face, his muscle darted straight into your hole and lapped up your already wet state. You moaned, leaning down slightly and kissed the tip of his cock that laid flat stood up on his stomach. "S-suck my cock, baby, please." He muttered as he moved to flicker his tongue on your clit, humming at your taste. Your hips bucked down onto his face, giving him deeper access in between your folds at the sudden twitch of your nerve.

You lifted his cock and sucked hard, swirling your tongue around his leaking end. The both of you moaning and groaning at each other's arousal was almost enough to make you cum there and then. Sliding more of Joe into your mouth had him eating your pussy relentlessly, he was making a complete mess of his face, your juices coating and running down his chin as he took all of, he could into his mouth and began to suck on your bud. Your hole was gaping around nothing as you cried out to him, he gave you everything he could whilst you began to come undone on top of him. Your body was a shaking mess as you lifted yourself back up, his tongue re-entering your hole whilst you rode it, letting it hit your sweet spot just after the entrance.

"Oh my god, you eat my pussy so good Joe, holy sh-"

His groans became louder at your words and just like that your body gave way and you finished hard all thanks to his mouth. Joe could hardly breathe as you rode out your orgasm, but he didn't care, the taste and feel was too good to waste.

You clambered off Joe to let oxygen flow back into his lungs and laid beside him, about to sit up and go back down on him when he pushed you back flatly on the bed. "No baby, I need to be inside of that beautiful, tight pussy now, I want to cum inside of you."

A hint of concern grew on your face as you looked up to Joe, his incredibly sexy demeanour was fading when he noticed your emotion change. "What's the matter, love?"

"I missed my birth control pill appointment the other day, so that's probably not a good idea."

You and Joe had conversations about what your future might have looked like, and the one thing Joe was adamant about was having children of his own and that a family was all he'd ever wanted for a long, long time, you were often broody too now your first baby had started to grow up, so you knew you wanted more.

Joe pondered over your words for a second and spoke out before he could even justify the sentence in his head.

"Maybe it's not such a bad thing, my love."

"What do you mean?"

"If you were to 'accidentally' end up having my baby, it wouldn't be such a bad thing to happen, right?"

The kiss you shared after he'd stopped talking was something you'd never felt before, excitement? Or pure hope that now you were about to get pregnant with the love of your life.

Joe lifted himself above you and hoisted your legs up on his shoulders for deeper access, leaning down and positioning himself back at your entrance as eased himself in slowly, you'd had sex plenty of times with your boyfriend in the last year, but every single time his thick cock filled you, it felt completely new.

He began to slowly fill you inch by inch, watching you squirm beneath him as he began to pump his cock back and forth inside of you. The same moans began to fill the room again from both of you. Joe looked into your eyes with such desire at that one moment. "Holy shit you're so god damn tight Y/N, I can't get enough of this pretty pussy. I can't wait to fill you up with my seed".

Your hands clutched at his flexed muscles that stood beside you, his pace becoming faster as he pushed himself as deep as he possibly could, his tip slapping your cervix with every thrust. "Going to give you this baby, going to make me the happiest man alive." His thrusts became turbulent as he moaned your name countless times in a row, your vision turning white and your second orgasm rushing over you without warning as he continued to hit your g-spot. Clenching your walls around his member and pushing your legs downward off his shoulders. "Wrap your legs around my waist, I'm going to cum so deep inside of you." God damn it the words he spoke it was turning you on so much and you loved how clearly excited he was to possibly be having a baby with you. "Tell me you want it, Y/N, let me hear it."

Your eyes were squeezed tight as you felt him continue to drill himself inside of you. Your legs wrapped around him tight, and your arms wrapped around his neck. "I want you to put a baby in me Joe, I want you fill me up so deep, please m-my love, please. Faster."

Your reply sent him over the edge, the last few thrusts became inconsistent, and he released his cum right where he wanted it. You'd never heard such an intangible string of words fall from someone's mouth just as you had witnessed Joe doing. He continued to slowly drive himself into you, letting you know how good it felt and riding his orgasm out with all he could manage and instantly fell down on top of you, sweat dripping from his forehead and his face completely blushed.

"That was amazing, baby."

He kept himself inside of you for a good 5 minutes before pulling out followed by a tiny bit of cum which spewed out of your hole, it didn't matter you'd worry about cleaning up later as Joe fell beside you, you turned to your side as Joe slumped his chin onto your shoulder, kissing your cheek and held onto your stomach where he lightly stroked his fingers over it. "Imagine what could be happening right now Y/N, you could be making me a daddy."

A tear fell down your face as you envisioned the perfect life you already had with a precious little version of your Joe in your arms, big brown eyes looking up at you.

"What if it doesn't happen right away though, what then? I just don't want to disappoint you."

"Then we try again, love. I won't give up until we get what we want, there's nothing I want more than this."

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floralegia · 16 days

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(you can say no to any of my requests btw LOL) #21, poly fob with pete in the middle 😈

"Patrick," Joe groans, "do something about him."

Patrick snorts from across the little living area as their bus rattles down the highway. "Why me?"

"He listens to you!"

"Sometimes. He listens to me sometimes. Don't you think if he was listening to me right now, I would have done something already?"

Pete scowls at the both of them, arms crossed, slouching down into the couch. They're a couple of assholes, is what they are. He's bored, okay? It's not his fault there's nothing to fucking do right now. He doesn't have cell signal out here in buttfuck nowhere, he's already read every book he brought on tour and watched every DVD on this bus at least twice, and trying to write earlier was an exercise in futility.

He turns a pleading look at Andy, the last bastion of hope that maybe one of these dudes who like to claim they love him will show him a little bit of sympathy, but alas, Andy just quirks an eyebrow at him, not giving an inch. "You're kind of being a little shit," he says, not budging even when Pete pouts, just flipping through his issue of Modern Drummer.

"I am not!"

"Pete, you literally haven't shut up since the last time we stopped for fuel. Which was three hours ago." Joe does not sound especially impressed as he says this. If nothing else, Pete would have hoped he'd respect the dedication, but apparently no dice.

Pete groans, scrubbing a hand over his eyes. "You guys aren't normally this boring."

"Well," Andy says mildly, not even looking up from his magazine, "if you keep this up for much longer, we're gonna have to find a way to put your mouth to better use."

Everything freezes for a split second; even the road noise and the constant rush of air outside the bus windows seems to fall away. As the quiet drags on, Pete feels a slow smile creep across his face, widening into a shit eating grin. He'd known Andy would be at least a little sympathetic to his case. His guys always do pull through for him in the end.

"Works for me," he chirps happily, and without further ado, he scampers across the living area to throw himself to his knees at Andy's feet. Somewhere behind him, Joe's spluttering and Patrick's scoffing at the sudden change in atmosphere, something about how Andy shouldn't give in or negotiate with terrorists or whatever, but Pete literally couldn't care less anymore. Andy's rolling his eyes a little, but smiling down at him, and he even sets his magazine aside as he starts to wriggle out of his basketball shorts, so as far as Pete's concerned, things are really looking up.

For all their bitching, Pete's barely had Andy in his mouth for a minute--still soft, though hardening with every heartbeat--when he feels hands in his hair and looks up to see Joe and Patrick settling in above him on the couch, one on either side. He winks at them and gets an eyeroll back in stereo, but the fingers combing through his hair and petting at his face don't go anywhere, and he lets his eyes fall blissfully shut. He's practically purring, especially when Patrick's grip in his hair tightens to tug him further onto Andy's dick, or when Joe leans down to tweak his nipple, or when Andy says, "Good boy, Pete, doing so good."

And Pete just smiles (as best he can with a mouth full of dick, anyway) and leans into it, feeling his brain settle like he's been desperately hoping for all afternoon. This, this is perfect--not necessarily what he was angling for, per se, but honestly better than any boredom-buster he could have dreamed up. Trust his guys to come up with a perfect solution for him. Well, okay, mostly Andy, but he'll give Joe and Patrick participation points, at least. He's feeling awfully giving all of a sudden.

Giving, and so not bored anymore. Never let it be said that being a bit of a little shit sometimes doesn't work out for him, in the end.

#this got longer than I intended LOL but as soon as I saw “poly fob” in ur message all my neurons started firing at once hsdjfksldf #fob rpf #polyfob #mine #ask game

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azsazz · 2 years

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Thawing a Frozen Heart

Azriel x Reader

Summary: Request from @azrielsbitxh :Hey could you make write a fiction of azriel x reader where she has to choose between azriel and kallias-viviannes son? The line or smth like that could be-"please don't choose him and break my heart because it literally will kill me. And I do not want to die without being able to call you mine at least once" you can make het choose whom ever you wants it's your choice

LOVE YOUR WRITING BTW

Warnings: None

Word Count: 2,129

Notes: Day 2 of Azriel week whoop whoop!

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The party was in full swing.

You’d visited the Winter Court often enough, each and every time you arrived was better than the last. Sparkling snowflake decorations hung from the expensive crystal chandelier, the shimmering faelights hung in perfect rows above you, reminding you of the city lights of another favorite spot of yours, Velaris.

You were a traveler, originally hailed from the hot, humid lands of Day, it had never quite felt like home to you. You’d worked hard growing up, so intelligent that you’d managed to land a job by the High Lord’s side.

Helion often thought of you as more than an assistant, often a daughter figure to him. You’d grown close with him over time and he’d learned of your love for traveling when you were more enamored with the courts that you visited rather than the conversations to be had with the other High Lord’s and their emissaries.

“Go,” he had urged you with a soft nod. You were still so young and there was so much to see. Helion sent you away with tear-filled eyes to follow your dreams.

You were welcome in most courts, and had made close friends in many, including Winter. You’d run into Rory at the last High Lord’s meeting. You still worked with Helion as his emissary, but he’d allowed you the option of traveling while you worked, and you had a place to stay in nearly every court you went to.

Rory was full of life and happier than most Winter Court folk you’d met. Being the son of Kallias and Vivianne, the heir to the Winter throne was more than a pretentious male waiting for his turn in the spotlight. He was caring and soft, funny yet could put on the mask all of the High fae wanted to see from him, intelligent and thoughtful, you knew he’d make a great High Lord when the time came.

“Rory, stop,” you squeal, ducking behind a planter to avoid the onslaught of snowballs he was throwing at you. Neither of you cared about the party raging on inside, opting instead for a little bit of fun, a friendly wager of who could win in a snowball fight.

Of course it would be the Winter native. Your Day Court powers did nothing to help you form the thick snow into a sizable weapon to toss. You cursed under your breath as more of the pacted snow crumbled on top of you.

“Not until you surrender,” he calls, cackling. His voice is filled with such joy that you can’t help yourself from smiling.

“I surrender,” you yell back, peeking around the corner of the planter, only to receive a facefull of snow. “You dick!” You fall back on your ass, laughing and spluttering.

“(Y/N)!” Rory winces, racing over to your side. The terrace is slick and the princling slips, falling directly onto his back next to you.

“Oh my Gods,” you gasp through your laughter, tears cold as they gather in the corner of your eyes. That had to have been one of the funniest things you’ve ever seen and it makes you glad that you decided to come to the party tonight.

He groans,”Shut up, it wasn’t that funny.”

“Oh but it was,” you giggle, helping him sit up. He looks at you from the side of his icy blue eyes, cracking a grin.

“Okay, I guess it was. But what about you eating snow? What a good arm I have,” he gloats playfully.

You roll your eyes, “Whatever.”

He leans his head back against the potted plant, staring up at the sky sparkling with dancing waves of light. It really is a sight to behold.

“We should go clean up,” he says eventually, looking down at you, “Before the cake comes out.”

“That’s right,” you sigh, letting the Winter heir pull you to your feet, “You can’t miss blowing out your own candles.”

He hums, taking your hand to winnow you to the section of the palace his room is located in. He’d let you get cleaned up in one of the guest rooms before returning to the party.

“What are you going to wish for anyway?” you ask. He keeps your hand loosely in his own and it’s nice, warm, even though the both of you had been out in the snow.

He hums in thought as he admires the large paintings he’s seen for the past few centuries. Gods, his parents need to redecorate.

You don’t think he’s going to answer when you come to a stop in front of one of the large white doors to a guest room. You reach for the knob but he spins you around with the hand he’s still holding and takes a step into you, towering over you while you lean back against the door.

You rest a hand on his hip, staring up at him. The two of you had fooled around on more occasions than one, but it was never serious. You weren’t one to date, didn’t want to, as it wouldn’t be fair to your partner while you were away.

He leans down, pressing his forehead to yours, his icy breath cascading down your face, causing your eyelashes to flutter.

He murmurs all too quietly, “I can’t tell you, or it won’t come true.”

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“Hello, Azriel,” you greet, taking a sip of the warm cinnamon liquor in your cup. It’s a Winter Court staple and one of your favorite drinks ever.

The shadowsinger greets you with a nod, his own glass in his siphon clad hand, looking like he hasn’t had a sip of it yet. You force yourself to look away from those hands, remembering how they’d been all over you, inside of you. You blush, clutching your drink tighter in your hand.

You were here for Rory, shouldn’t be thinking about other males when the one who was celebrating was so clearly interested in you.

He’d left you pressed up against the door upstairs after his admission with your skin burning anywhere he had touched, his lips pressed quickly to your head before he’d retreated down the hall to his own room with a playful, “Race ya,” called over his shoulder.

You hadn’t had it in you to race him, instead taking your time to calm your heart and warm yourself by the fire, your mind in overdrive. Rory had made it clear multiple times that he wanted to be exclusive, and your stomach burned with guilt at the thought that you weren’t ready for something like that. You liked the Night Court warrior next to you too much to decide.

You’d fought alongside him during the war with Hybern, taking an instant liking to each other both during training and planning. You were the light he’d been needing all of his life, brightening the shadows within him, making him feel as though he belonged somewhere in this wicked world, whether it be between your legs or in your heart.

He’d preferred the second but the first was an added bonus.

You knew what him being here meant, and as much as you tried to play it cool, like there wasn’t a looming decision about to slap you in the face, he still saw through you.

His free hand came as a gentle caress on your lower back and you know if someone glanced your way they'd see you standing alone, his shadows a cloak of darkness around him.

“Are you alright?” Azriel’s voice is low, smooth like molasses, crawling down your spine in the same sensual way it does everytime he speaks.

There’s just something about him that makes you weak in the knees and your heart warm in your chest. He’s truly a good male, handsome and hard-working, and it would be an honor to be loved by him.

You shrug, avoiding his concerned gaze, staring out into the center of the ballroom where they were bringing out Rory’s cake. The Winter male was scanning the crowd looking for you, but hidden in the back of the room next to the shadowsinger from the Night Court, it wasn’t likely you’d be found.

There was no point in lying to him. He knows you better than most, knows your tells, and has studied your body language more times than you could count.

“What is it?” Nearly a plea for you to answer, or to at least look at him.

You shake your head, staring down into your drink instead, “Not here.”

And so he melts away into the shadows, leaving you standing there alone with nothing but the empty glass in your hands.

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You hadn’t stayed long after that.

Instead, you’d made your way over to the Dawn Court, in need of some time to get your head straight…and maybe hide away for a while.

A beautiful court with beautiful views; buildings so tall they touched the clouds, the skies always so colorful and filled with peregwyns. You wished that you could fly, as you propped your chin on your fist, leaning across the balcony to watch.

“There you are.”

The voice startles you and you jump up, spinning around, your heart racing in your chest. It’s Azriel, of course it is, it wouldn’t be hard for him to find you.

“What are you doing here?” you exclaim, hand pressed over your racing heart. You’re dressed in only a thin silk robe and you pull it tighter around yourself when his eyes flicker down for a second.

“Why are you running?” he asks, voice calm as ever. He’s trying to look unfazed by your attire and you narrow your eyes at him before pushing past him and into your room.

“I’m not running,” you reply, making for the wardrobe. Being barely covered in his presence would give him the advantage of using that wicked tongue as a way to persuade you, and as much as you wanted to, you really couldn’t have that. “It’s my job to travel the courts.”

“Then how come you’ve been here for months?” he asks, knowing for a fact that you never stay in any one court longer than a few weeks, “Are you hiding from me?”

“Clearly not,” you wave your hand in dismissal, glaring at him over your shoulder. He averts his eyes with pink tinted cheeks and steps out of the closet.

He snorts like he doesn’t believe you and you know that he’s rolling his eyes from beyond the door. You slip quickly into something more covering, still relaxed because you didn’t plan on leaving your room today, instead thinking of curling up on the cozy lounder out on the balcony and escaping into a good book.

He stops you as soon as you enter the room again, blocking your path and towering over you.

He’s nervous, you can tell by the way his shadows jitter around the two of you and his hazel eyes scan your face as if it’s the first time that he can’t read the facial expression on your face.

It scares him.

“Are you in love with him?” His voice is heartbreakingly soft and you can’t even look at him, turning your head away. How did he know?

Tears well in your eyes but he’s placing a gentle hand on your cheek and turning your chin so you’re facing him again. His face is a mask and it breaks your heart further. He’s hiding his feelings from you and that’s the last thing that you want from him.

“Please,” he pleads, tracing your jaw with his thumb, and you know what he’s going to say. “Please don’t break my heart because I don’t think that I can go on without you.” You squeeze your eyes shut and tears roll down your cheeks. “I do not want to die without being able to call you mine at least once.”

“Az,” your breath catches and you look up at him, bottom lip trembling. His eyes are so wide, so truthful that he doesn’t need to speak the words you know to be true, you can feel it like his shadows, winding around your heart and pulling tight. You stumble into him at the feeling, the raw emotion tethering you to him.

You pull him into your arms, hugging him closely, “The bond,” you breathe, a question, “Mates.”

Azriel nods, he’d known it all along.

And there’s no more decision to be made. He was the one made for you and you for him. You’d found each other at last.

You roll up onto your toes and he holds you tighter as your lips meet in a searing kiss, better than all of the ones you’d shared before, the tether between the two of you thrumming with love.

#azrielxreader #azriel x you #azriel x reader #azriel/reader #azsazz #azriel #acotarxreader #acomaf #acowar #acotar #acomar #shadowsinger #spymaster

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paladin-of-nerd-fandom65 · 7 months

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Hi I got more questions about the starburst duo!

1: what’s their favorite video games?

2: what is their favorite anime and/or cartoons?

3: Chris has a brotherly/uncle relationship with Kon-El/Conner, what’s Jake’s relationship like with Kon-el?

4: you know how in some movies and tv shows a pair of best friends would get into a fight and act like: “your not my best friend anymore!” And towards the end they get back together, has that happen before between the two of them?

5: what’s the rouge galley for the both of them?

Silly question :p

6: on a scale of 1-10, how likely are they gonna aim for the crotch against a dude villain/goon? Speaking of that what’s their reaction seeing that stuff in movies like how in the first kung fu panda movie Po got hit in the tenders?

(Cracks Fingers while grinning wildly)

Back for more I see, my friend? Very well then…

1) In no particular order, they’d like (in spite of Dick and Lois having some second thoughts in allowing them for playing M Rated titles)

Mortal Kombat

Blitz The League

Cuphead

Dark Souls

Asura’s Wrath,

and perhaps their all time favorite,

The Rockband series (out of them, The Beatles Rockband being their top one. Chris can do both Vocals and Bass while Jake does Drums and Harmonies)

2) Dragon Ball…basically all of Dragon Ball. Whether it’s The OG, Kai, GT, or the upcoming Daima, they’ll be lined up in their best shirts that are either patterned after Piccolo’s outfit or have the Z Fighters on it with their snacks by their side on the couch and engage with an all night marathon of episodes and films. Their favorite character is unanimously Son Gohan

3) Those two get along as good friends though from Jake hears about Conner courtesy of his Uncle Tim and ‘Aunite’ Cassie, whenever Conner inevitably screws up with trying to win a girlfriend off the streets with his egotistical charms and attitude, Jake gleefully takes the chance for snarking about that screw up, much to Conner’s conniption.

Aside from that though, the two make it a sworn oath on working together for making sure Chris is safe and secure from the threats even he’s too great to handle, whether externally or especially his own internal ones including tendencies of low self esteem and fears of abandonment. Conner and Jake are there for him no matter what

4) Much to even their own surprise, not exactly. Yes, there have been moments the two have gone separately from each other before reuniting in full but the thing is, they never had said to each other that they’re no longer friends. They’re never actively taking pot shots or any sort of bad mouth each other even during their lowest points in their friendship.

In fact, it’s because of their close friendship, it’s how they’re able to communicate the message of “Hey Man, I really like to hang out with you but I don’t if it’s the right time right now. Maybe a little later? Still love ya as a friend btw” with little to no words whether it’s face to face or via phone texts. They have mutual respect and understanding of those moments and take their time.

Once they have a chance though, like say in the middle of a crisis or few, they’ll rush to each other’s aid and make up for it once it’s all said and done. Even in a hypothetical Civil War between all the superheroes which has the two in opposite sides would have a similar pattern between them.

5) I once answered this in a earlier ask but I feel like it’s the perfect time for a sort of expansion to that list. Some names here would be old classics while maybe one or two would be OCs of mine for villains.

General Dru Zod (Chris’ birth father and somewhat arch nemesis due to his….very tough love approach to put it very very mildly think of their relationship akin to say Omni Man and Invincible)

Mr Victor Zsasz (Jake’s own Gotham based arch enemy due to a particular case involving street orphans and urchins forcibly fighting a gladiator style tournament to the death and Jake facing Zsasz face to face at the climax of said case, a duel involving a rather brutal beat down since Jake’s powers were shut down briefly that includes a sharp blade and that old damned crowbar)

The Gordanians (Since Jake’s mother is Kory aka Starfire, it should be pretty self explanatory and easy to understand his dislike for these particular aliens)

Deathstroke the Terminator (Similar enough reason to the Gordanians only in this case it’s via what he done to Dick throughout the years as a Titan, whether it includes the forced apprenticeship or other misdeeds)

The Court of Owls (not only due to both Mar’i and Jake being offsprings of the ‘Gray Son’ but they also can sense Chris somehow being a unique sort that distinguishes him from the other Kryptonians (I.e. his unique physiology courtesy of his birth in the Phantom Zone and being a host for the Nightwing entity) that they can claim for themselves, an evolutionary step in their arsenal of Talons)

Cinderblock (The big dumb concrete lug frequently challenges Chris and Jake for a challenge in Bludhaven’s streets which they’re all too happy to take. He’s fun for them to take on)

Xa Du, The Phantom King (As the main ruler of the Phantom Zone himself, he naturally sees Chris as an obstacle to his own path of universal domination)

(And time for some OCs I have in mind)

NKVDemon (an ex-Spetznaz and apprentice of the KGBeast though his goals and methods are far more grand and widespread in comparison than his mercenary teacher’s. While not a cyborg like KGBeast or enhanced like Deathstroke, he’s dangerously intelligent, at peak human condition and utterly ruthless to the core)

Lion Master (a constantly bullied street orphan who ran to join a traveling circus where became the apprentice of an old kindly lion tamer, it all truly went downhill during one performance at Ivy Town when due to a simple mistake on his part, the kid ended up causing the old tamer’s unfortunate demise in front of the crowds, leading to him being kicked out of the circus he called home and the lions ordered in being out down. Not willing to see the felines he can call his friends meet their ends, the orphan frees the four big cats. Now with nothing left to lose and returning to the streets once more, the old tanner’s apprentice turns to a life of petty crime with his four kings of the jungle by his side and at his beckon command; competing his transformation into the Lion Master. Has a beef yet also somewhat a bond with Skybird due to their own connections to the circus yet Skybird and Nightwing ‘Phantom’ always foil his crimes)

La Llorona (‘The Weeping Woman’ herself; the Duo once encountered her during a vacation their families were taking in Mexico. A one time antagonist who they actually were able to communicate with in order to help her find peace with them but certainly a memorable one)

The monkeys and undead guardians of El Dorado (Ling story incredibly short, Time Travel shenanigans had Chris and Jake land in the a time lopping ancient city of gold with these monkeys and zombified warriors attacking the intruders almost every step of their way within their adventure to escape)

Vla-Bol (A Kryptonian juvenile delinquent who led an equivalent of a street gang doing all sorts of petty crimes and ruled their city streets/Hallways with an iron fist. At first, The Kryptonian High Coucil had Vla drafted into basically boot camp under the command of an ancestor of a certain Kryptonian General, Grand Admiral Gro-Zod. Unfortunately for Vla, despite or maybe because of taking the Admiral’s teachings and philosophy to heart, he went on committing plenty of bad conduct and failed to hold back his fury during war time as a Private. For this misconduct, Vla-Bol was banished to the Phantom Zone at the age of only 14 years, swearing vengeance on the House of Zod for this indignity. It just centuries later and once he finally is able to leave the Zone and find planet Earth, there happens on being a descendent of the old Admiral, Lor Zod aka Chris. Vla-Bol is an utter show off and Grade A jerk who flaunts his powers without any hesitation or second thought. Powers that are surprisingly deviant from standard Kryptonian ones as while yes he can fly, lift extremely heavy objects and exhibit super human speeds, for one he relies on Moonlight to fuel them. Also, in place of heat vision and x ray vision, Vla-Bol instead can make copies of himself composed of shadows and summon dark energy from the Zone itself, capable of leveling entire city blocks at the palm of his hands)

(*Phew* I think that should do it lol)

6) Chris: 3, Clark taught him well enough to not resort to dirty tricks in fighting his opponents

Jake: 10, Being raised in Bludhaven by Nightwing and having Red Hood as an Uncle….it’s pretty obvious he would fight dirty like they can lol

As for their reactions, both of them would giggling at those moments.

Okey Dokey, I’m pretty sure that’s a plenty for my answers, Anon

If there’s any suggestions to add or constructive criticisms, please Reblog/Reply. It’ll be very appreciated ;-)

#chris kent #jake grayson #starburst duo #dragon ball #connor kent #oc #sfw #cw #headcanon #dick grayson #koriand'r #clark kent #lois lane #court of owls #Xa du #slade wilson #victor zsasz #general zod #kgbeast

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bisexual-horror-fan · 2 years

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"Sidney Doesn't Know." Billy Loomis X AFAB! Reader.

SO! I fucking adore the trashy movie Euro Trip and the song that comes from it Scotty Doesn’t Know, it is a karaoke go to for me. So when I made a post months ago about this fic based around that song I meant it and the inspo hit and I ran with it! Three fics in one day btw I know, I know I need to chill. Anyway! I also was totally thinking of @looooooooomis amazing fic Final Girl if you haven’t read it yet I highly, highly recommend it. Anyway, enjoy this fic with a tone problem, featuring moments over around a year of fucking around and cheating on Sidney, moments of passion, levity and more serious emotion and tenderness. Enjoy it!

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Rating. Explicit. Length. 1.8K. Billy Loomis X AFAB! Reader. Warnings: Cheating. Blow Job. Cunnlingus. Hold The Moan. Semi-Public Sex. Vaginal Sex. Riding. Deeper Emotion. Praise. Dirty Talk. Bad Jokes.

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Sidney doesn't know about Billy and you.

Doesn't know what you and he get up to Sunday's in the back of his van, is totally unaware of how he picks you up and the filthy things you both do, how you are on your back, legs spread for him. He is able to get away from Sidney under the guise of his family going to church, you both have no clue why she buys that bullshit fucking excuse but it works and gives you a weekly slot of time to be together.

He picks you up early on Sunday’s, drives to one of your favourite secluded spots away from prying eyes, where he could kiss and touch and taste you to his heart's content and would do it with so much enthusiasm. Sidney doesn’t know how even though neither you nor her boyfriend are religious, nor are you in the walls of a church he still mutters words of praise akin to a prayer into the hollow of your sweat slick neck. She doesn’t know how he makes you take the lord’s name in vain.

“You feel like heaven.” He’d breathe and you’d wrap your arms around his neck, hold him tighter and closer, your legs hug his hips as you call in return, “God, Billy! Don’t stop-”

It felt far too good to be doing something so wrong, running around behind her back, really you should feel terrible but it was hard to feel guilt when you were under him and he was currently bottoming out inside of you.

He would take any excuse possible and so would you.

You had been sneaking around more and more, getting almost reckless as this had been going on, dragging on for days, to weeks, to months to nearly a fucking year.

One of your most reckless times was when Sidney called while you and Billy were together. You had been making out, hot and heavy and you had just slipped onto your knees between his, your hands on his inner thighs, your mouth engulfing him. His hand on the back of your head, pushing you down, making you take more. “Shit, yes, just like that.”

He groaned, head tipping back and you looked up the length of his long and toned body, the way the tendons in his neck flexed as you swallowed around the head of his dick and you felt yourself throb. You hummed and moved, bobbing your head and starting to find your rhythm and his phone rang. You thought he’d ignore it, eyes closed and you focused on the task at hand, on the thick weight of him on your tongue, the taste, until you heard him answer.

Oh so it was like that.

You blow him, Sidney unaware, telling him about who knows what, trying to keep his breathing even until he pushes you off. He motions with his finger to turn around, you do with a coy smile. Your panties tugged to the side and he sinks inside with you on your hands and knees for him.

Sidney doesn’t know how you’re trying not to moan, while he’s right behind you thrusting.

He managed to hang up the phone and toss it aside before you broke and came with a loud and strangled moan, he picked up the pace then, the sound of skin on skin filling the space, no longer needing to be quiet he couldn’t shut up. “You’re so fuck-fucking perfect, so much better than her, so tight-”

Until he spills inside of you till you overflow and the mess of him runs down your thighs and your arms nearly give out under you. His self restraint on the phone with her was impressive and deserved its own praise, truly.

You thought Sidney was smart but the way she seemingly turned a blind eye to how often Billy was busy or cut their time together short, shouldn’t she be at least a little bit suspicious? Have at least some questions? It wasn’t like you wanted to get caught but still, your mind can’t help but wonder and wander. She did have a lot on her plate and she was much too preoccupied with all of that to wonder much about the times Billy would slip away to spend time with you.

Ultimately it all worked out for you in the end so who cares? It was hot and you hoped she’d never catch on.

Billy made some excuse about needing to go shopping and that one almost didn’t work. She wanted to go to the mall to get something and Tatum overheard and that turned into the whole friend group going. When you saw him at the mall, excited for your little rendezvous, a grin overtook your face until the bunch of them piled out of the van. You almost counted out your alone time but that knowing look he threw to you as he strode past, arm around Sidney’s shoulders told you there was hope, to be ready.

She and Tatum took forever trying on clothes and he managed to get away and his hand slipped into yours, you hadn’t seen him coming and just about jumped out of your skin till you saw it was him. A fit of giggles and hushed tones overtook as you both darted out to the parking lot that quickly turned into a mess of moans and panting as you rode him in the back of the van.

You loved how he could get so pussy drunk on you that in the heat of the moment he could say something so ridiculous as, “So cool when you’re on top.”

He let that slip out in his pleasure ridden stupor, strong fingers digging into your hips and you locked fingers behind his neck, fucking down harder, you suck down a breath after the laugh subsides, “M’ damn straight. I’m so fucking cool Loomis.”

You kissed him, filthy and with tongue, making him moan into your mouth and flex inside of you, fuck up into you with a strong rock of his hips. When you break the kiss with a loud moan of your own, grinding against him, his gaze falls down, looking at how you stretched and took him over and over. You push his hair back with one hand, making him look back up at you, an indulgent smile on his face as he matches your pace, embracing the joke, “So cool.”

He drives that last word home with a thrust into you and a solid smack that lands on your ass.

He makes you laugh that afternoon almost as hard as he makes you cum.

You and him made your way back inside twenty minutes later, you felt flushed and happy, glowing from the secret you shared with him. Soon as you crossed the threshold of the doors you had to untangle your fingers and break apart, a lingering look as you did, feeling way too fucking happy about your illicit affair.

You think you’d be more upset about not being able to be public but when the physical felt so good, the times you were alone and all that enjoyable, how could you ever dream of giving it up?

The real low, or high depending on how you looked at it, was when you fucked Billy on Sidney’s birthday. He went to her party as any good boyfriend should, got her a gift that you even consulted him on, you ignored how fucked up that was, tried to rationalize that you were just looking out, being helpful to ensure she didn’t suspect anything was off with her and Billy.

You stayed up late, waited for him, he snuck into your bedroom. Had you spread out on your bed. When you kissed him you swear you could taste the chapstick Sidney favoured that you’d seen her apply. You kissed him until you couldn’t taste any trace of her anymore, until there was just the mix of you and him. It was even easier to block out her taste once he ate you out, fingered you and sucked your clit till your legs shook and you came against his tongue, tugging his hair and moaning his name in the dark room.

When he kissed you again you tasted your own cunt on his mouth and soon every stitch of clothing was discarded, tossed aside and he was burying himself in your slick heat. Your arms over your head, his fingers laced with yours, forehead to forehead, your legs wrapped around his hips, desperate to have him as close as possible, just as he was for you. He rolled his hips forward and you moved to meet him, bodies working together perfectly after so long together, helping each other find your respective releases. It isn’t a long fuck but it is an immensely satisfying one.

You dig your nails in so hard he winces and you clench around him, telling him, “Fuck, so close-”

His own pace erratic as he huffs, voice strained from the pleasure he felt, “Shit, me too.”

You ask a quick question of, “Together?” A short nod, a sloppy kiss to your throat, a harder slam of his hips as he confirms, you can hear the smile in his tone as opposed to seeing it, “Together.”

Panting, nearly there, your back arching, your chest to his and he begs, “C’mon baby, be good for me-”

And that is all it takes for you to break and cum. The orgasm sweeps through you at a blinding pace, just his name on your lips and midway through he holds deep and fills you, saying your name in that breathless way that makes you weak.

You lay with him for a long while until he has to leave. You bid him farewell with him half out the window, a kiss and that quiet whisper, that sweet little secret that you can only say when you are alone. “I love you.”

“Love you too.” You can see he means it in those warm brown eyes of his but more than that you feel it. Another kiss is stolen, rushed, before he goes. You lean on your window sill, watching as he heads out into the night, humming a tune that hasn’t left your head for a whole year. You leave the window open for him like you always do, even after he just leaves, slipping back into your warm sheets that still smell like him.

Your eyes feel heavy as you pull up the sheets, that stupid song that you and Billy came up with less than a week into this tryst, you think almost as a way to cope with how messed up it was, bring more levity to it.

That song is leaving you on a quiet exhale, light and musical, “Sidney doesn’t know that Billy and me-”

You hoped Sidney would never find out all of what Billy and you did, you hoped you could keep adding verses and sneaking around and cracking jokes for as long as you wanted him and he wanted you.

#Billy Loomis X Reader #BHF writing #slasher x reader #Well look at this!#Hope you all enjoy this shit #Speically you Lex lovely!#Love ya!

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jesus-in-the-womb · 2 years

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Can I request a Steve Harrington teaching his girlfriend how to play basketball one shot ? Love your writings btw <3

Hi darling!! I received another one of these, which I'm going to assume was you as well, haha! If so, I do not mind that you requested a second time, if anything, it reminds me to get to that specific one, so thank you if that's the case. I hope it meets your standards and you enjoy it! Also, thank you so much, I really do appreciate hearing from you guys that you enjoy the work I'm putting out there, it makes my day :) 🥰

WARNINGS: mean!Steve, helpless!reader, moderate to heavy angst, hard smut, fingering, choking, dom!steve, sub/brat!reader, overstimulation, edging, degrading (use of slut, whore, and bitch (sorry, kinda hot, kiss my ass if you don't like it) (jk I love you don't be upset)<3), facefucking, Spit play, unprotected sex, dacryphilia, quick shift to fluff, aftercare in the form of oral (f. receiving (prior m. receiving)) big dick!steve (we love to see it)

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"Just-" the sound of squeaking tenni-shoes on a glistening gymnasiam floor nearly overpowered the sound of your boyfriend's voice, causing him to raise it, "move your feet this way!"

You attempted to position your body the way he'd just shown you, trying to reenact his perfect 'boxing out. It was difficult to say the least, your sore limbs struggling to stay up as they all but wobbled in place. Your boyfriend had been trying to teach you how to play basketball for the past hour, sweat beginning to bloom on your hot skin, seeping through your tanktop and his gray-clothed shorts.

"I'm trying!" you snapped, letting out a long grunt of annoyance, throwing the burnt orange ball towards your boyfriend, hitting his chest as he let out a wheeze from the force.

"It's not that fucking hard, just watch me." he was being a dick, constantly bickering with you and pointing out every small mistake you made, you were growing annoyed with each word he spoke. He dribbled the ball, sticking an arm out to the side and showing his ass into your stomach, pushing you back in perfect form. After a few seconds, he turned around shoving the ball into your chest with a fake smile, walking around you to stand behind your sweaty form.

You bounced the ball a few times with an exasperated sigh, attempting to copy him and pushing your ass backward, hitting his crotch and barely moving him, "Jesus, you're weak. Push harder." you all but screamed, throwing yourself back as hard as you could and knocking him to the floor. With angry tears in your eyes, you threw the ball to the floor, stomping past his recovering body and towards the locker rooms in hopes to change and go home.

Steve was fuming, watching you march your way to the door with anger radiating throughout his body. It wasn't malicious, he had been begging you to let him teach you for months now. Had he known you would be this difficult, and bratty, he wouldn't have asked. He hopped to his feet, following after you with an urgency to his steps, wanting to make it up to you, but also want to give you a punishment. He knew he was being rude, but so were you, and you both knew better than to fight over stupid shit like failing miserably; which you were, at basketball.

"What the hell was that?" his hands were on his hips, furious eyes watching you peel your sweat-soaked shirt from your body, growing aroused at your exposed tummy.

"You tell me, king Steve." you were pissed, and he could tell, but he didn't care. He worked his way to you, shoving your body into the beige lockers with a force that left you breathless. His hand came up, gripping your throat and applying enough pressure to make your head feel fuzzy. This wasn't new, nor did you feel uncomfortable. After all, you're the one who asked him to start choking you a while back. He liked it, no, loved it. He loved to watch your face turn red, mouth agape searching for air, chest attempting to heave for oxygen. He never did it for long, stopping after a few long seconds, letting you catch your breath before applying pressure once again.

"You're being a brat, and it's pissing me off. What is your fucking damage." he seethed, shoving his thigh in between your legs, pushing it up far enough to squish your wet core to the exposed flesh. You suddenly became whiny, grinding your hips down on his hairy thigh to relieve some of the frustration you were feeling, so what if the relief came from sex with Steve? That was the best kind of sex with him, angry sex. It was like a switch flipped in him, your sweet, loving boyfriend, became an angry, red hot sex monster, ready to devour you whole. It turned you on, so much so, that it had you acting touch starved, mewling at the slightest nudge to your soft skin.

"Don't ignore me, bitch" the name caused you to moan loud, pissing Steve off even more as you didn't respond with words. He pushed his leg high in the air, your body lifting off the floor slightly, shoes swaying in the small space between the floor, "speak."

"What am I, a dog?" you could tell you'd said the wrong; but right, thing. His eyes went dark, swirling with annoyance and furry. He squeezed your neck, cutting your air supply off for a few seconds as he spoke.

"No, you're a fucking brat." his forefinger tapped your cheek, sending you the familiar signal to stick your tongue out. You obliged obediently, opening your mouth and exposing your tongue. He spit onto your tongue, smirking as you let out a whine but swallowed nonetheless, "good girl."

He dropped his leg, letting your feet touch the floor, but quickly pushed you to your knees, "Make it up to me, baby, suck my cock." the vulgarity of his demand made you wet, quickly getting to work by shoving his shorts down his thighs. Your manicured fingers traced the outline of his dick, scratching softly against the large appendage. Steve was big, he knew it, you knew it, damn near everyone in Hawkins knew it; you had a very loud mouth. So, sucking him off was definitely a hard task, but getting face fucked? Jesus, you were done for. The second he wrapped his fingers around your messy ponytail, wrapping the strands around his fist and turning it into a makeshift bun, you knew what you'd be in for.

Looking up at him through your lashes, you pull his cock out of its elastic confines. You began by dragging the tip of your tongue from the base to his tip, wrapping your lips around the head and offering a soft suck. Although he enjoyed having you suck him off, he was horny, and still a bit pissed off. So, he pushed your head to the base of his cock, pulling a gag from your throat and igniting a fire in your belly. He pulled his hips back, resting his tip at your open lips before thrusting forward. He repeated this action a few times, growing tired of the slow pace and instantly picking it up. Your face all but slammed into his pelvic bone, nose beginning to hurt at the constant battering. You placed your hands on his thighs, both of you ready for the safety squeeze if it became too much. He thrashed into your warm mouth, loving the way you swallowed him whole without complaint; as if you could even complain in the first place, mouth full of his heavy cock.

Before he could even feel his release growing, he pulled out, your mouth releasing him with a pop. You gasped for air, spit covering your face and drooling out from your lips. His rough hand caressed your tear-stained cheek, using the other to yank you to your feet by your hair. You yelped out, pain absorbing your scalp, pleasure burning through you to your core. You loved when Steve got rough, he was unpredictable and exciting.

He made quick work of pulling down your own shorts, ripping them off along with your soaked panties. He threw them across the room, neither of you caring where they landed. You grew hot, moaning out as his hand reached down to cup your heat, palm pushing harshly against your slick. He wasted no time, shoving his middle and ring finger into your sopping hole, pumping the thickness of them in and out. Your hips thrashed against his hold, grinding down on his hand and rubbing your starved clit against the heel of his palm. He stared down at you, drinking up your desperation with hungry eyes. It was hot, the way you clung to him and flailed your body around in a sad attempt to cum. You were nearly there, tummy clenching as the coil inside nearly snapped, the second your eyes retreated into the back of your head, he pulled away, cutting your orgasm short.

"S-Steve, what the fuck." you whined, grabbing his wrist and pulling it back to your core, hoping he would chase your release. He was stronger, ripping his wrist out of your grasp and sending a harsh smack to your ass. You groaned, leaning into his body as your cheek began to burn.

"Slut's don't get to cum, only good girls do," as he spoke, he feigned comfort, tucking a strand of hair behind your ear before roughly grabbing you by the throat once again, "you wanna be good for me? Don't you pretty girl."

"Yes, I-I'll be your good girl. I promise, Stevie, I'll be good." you mewled, opening your mouth for his spit once again. He laughed at your desperation, spitting onto your tongue and groaning as you swallowed it.

His feet moved the two of you towards a bench in the middle of the room, sitting down on the uncomfortable wood and pulling you to rest in his lap, "you know what to do." You did, your knees resting on either side of him, hips in the air as your hand positioned his hard cock at your clenching hole. You slid down slowly, basking in the feeling of him stretching out your walls. Steve decided to let you have your fun, still gaining pleasure from your warm walls squeezing his length. The two of you moaned out, bodies slick with sweat and arousal.

When you felt comfortable enough, you began to bounce, pulling your body in the air slightly and falling back down towards his lap. His hands were on your ass, pulling your cheeks apart and kneading them harshly. It felt good, the head of his cock nudging against your cervix and nearly tearing you in two. Your slow pace wasn't enough for the man, his thighs pushing up in the air and meeting you halfway with rough thrusts. The sounds of your skin slapping against his echoed off the concrete walls, moans even louder.

"Fuck, baby, just like that. Ride my cock." Steve's words egged you on, bouncing harder on his length and pulling the two of you closer toward your orgasms. His hands didn't know where to go, constantly switching from your cheeks, to your throat, your hips, your tits, then back down to your ass. No matter how dominant he got, your pussy always made him dumb, body not knowing how to respond as you squeezed him tight. He quickly found his footing, pistoning up into you with one hand on your ass and the other around your throat. His lips trailed your neck, moving towards your breasts and leaving marks in his wake. He used his teeth to gently nibble on your tit, pulling your nipple into his mouth and sucking harshly. Your hands found purchase on the nape of his neck, throwing your head back in a silent scream from the pleasure.

It became too much, your body trembling as you released on his cock, forgetting to announce your orgasm to him. He couldn't deny the fact that his ego inflated from your quick release, but it still pissed him off that you didn't bother to tell him you were close. You weren't supposed to cum, he didn't give you permission. So, he chose to take control back, standing abruptly and once again pushing you into the lockers.

You were suspended in the air, legs wrapped tightly around your boyfriend's waist as he pummeled his hips into you. Your core ached with overstimulation, walls convulsing around his cock and causing him to yell out in pleasure, "I told you, only good girls get to cum. Now I'm gonna punish you, fuck you like the stupid little whore you are, and you're gonna take it." he growled this in your ear, pistoning his length in and out of your slick with no remorse. The pleasure was too much, causing tears to prick your eyes and dry sobs to burst from your chest.

"I-I'm sorry, I didn't mean to c-cum." you nearly begged him to slow down, the ridges from the locker digging into your shoulderblades and surely leaving bruises. He ignored you, continuing to fuck you senseless.

"Too late now, pretty girl, gonna have to teach you to behave." Your body was flopping around, Steve's hold on you the only reason you weren't falling to the hard floor. Don't get it twisted, Steve loved you, more than anything, but you had royally pissed him off today.

He could feel his release coming, dick twitching inside you with the intent of cumming. He pulled out, setting you on the floor and making sure you were balanced enough before forcing you onto your knees. You stuck your tongue out, staring up at him with hungry eyes as you watched your handsome boyfriend jerk himself to an orgasm. His cum shot from the tip of his cock, sending ropes of salty release onto your tongue and cheeks. He moaned out, watching you swallow it up as if it were sweet ice cream. He used his thumb to collect his leftover release on your cheeks, swiping it across the moist flesh and dipping the appendage in your mouth for you to suck clean. You wrapped your lips around his thumb, holding his large hand in your own as you sucked.

"You okay, pretty girl?" he asked softly, using his free hand to comfortably rub your now dried cheeks. You nodded, releasing his thumb with a pop and accepting his soft kiss.

"I'm okay," he smiled brightly at you as he helped you to your feet, pulling you into a hug and kneading the flesh of your ass. He felt bad, noting your puffy eyes and the red handprint that lines your throat.

"Lemme make it up to you." you smiled softly down at him, watching him descend to his knees in order to reach your battered cunt. This was something he always did, rewarding your 'good' behavior with passionate licks to your weeping hole. His tongue traced the forgotten cum that lined your sodden entrance, pulling quiet moans from your mouth at his gentle flicks. He lapped at your bundle of nerves, tenderly sucking the orb into his mouth and leaving you breathless. You could probably cum again, but Steve wouldn't push you, knowing that your two orgasms were enough for the both of you. After a few sweet kisses on your puffy lips, he stood. His mouth encompassed yours, the taste of your own cum transferring from his tongue to yours.

"I love you, I'm sorry for being a dick." he stroked the ends of your hair, playing with the tips and wrapping them around his fingers mindlessly.

"It's okay, I was worse." you nuzzled into his chest, soaking up the passion between the two of you before it could dissipate, "love you too."

He chuckled, pulling you close and placing a kiss on the crown of your head.

I hope you liked it! I know you were hoping for something more fluffy but I was honestly kind in the mood to write some hard dom!steve. So, if you guys would like a more fluffy version of teaching !reader basketball, feel free to leave a request in my inbox!! Thank you so much for the love n support, see ya next time ;)

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