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gatorbites-imagines · 7 months

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Kinktober day 15

Stu Macher + edging and/or milking

I always love jock reader, so im running with it again this time, hehe.

On another note, I’ve realised lately how I’ve come to really love dark chocolate, which is funny, cuz I remember hating it as a kid.

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Stu was splayed out on your bed as you did push-ups in the middle of your room, the carpet under your hands rough under your palms from age and whatever abuse you’d but it through during all the time you have lived in this room.

Since everyone had been ordered to stay home because of the killings happening around town, you hadn’t gotten to go to football practice the few days, so you felt lazy and jittery, like you needed to let off the steam you normally got out during practice. You had no idea how long you’d been working out, as your arms and core burned and sweat ran down your shirtless torso, but you still felt like you needed to do something.

At some point, Stu had wandered into your room. Your parents weren’t home, so you assumed he had just used the key hidden under the plant near the door, like you’d shown him. He had sat at the edge of your bed and watched you work out, rambling about his day and about the killings around town, he had even placed his feet on your back like some kind of stool, in an attempt to get your full attention.

But after a while of not getting it, your boyfriend had groaned obnoxiously and thrown himself back onto your bed, kicking his shoes off in the process and splaying out like a starfish. He quickly grew bored of staring at the posters on your walls or humming different tunes he had heard on the radio, so Stu had dug his upper torso under your bed to look for the dirty magazines he knew you kept there.

They were kept hidden, since most of your teammates wouldn’t react well to you being gay, and magazines filled with shirtless or naked men kinda gave that image. You had been so consumed by your push-ups that he didn’t even notice what Stu was doing, the familiar jingle of a belt not even registering in your head.

It was only when he started moaning that you finally noticed, stretching your arms out to push your upper body up enough to look up at Stu on the bed. A snort left you as you saw him, his pants and boxers pushed halfway down his thighs as he lazily jerked off, flipping through one of your favourite magazines. Of course Stu would start jerking off when he didn’t get attention, but you also didn’t wanna give him the satisfaction, it was a matter of principle.

Instead, you switched to doing sit-ups, making sure you grab a look at your lover every time you sat up, letting your eyes linger as his hips stuttered as he rolled his palm over his tip. “You better not finish that” you hummed as you watched his hips jolt in a way you knew meant he was close.

It was kind of a rule that had appeared between the two of you, if the other was around you didn’t get to cum until the other did it for you or told you. You couldn’t remember what it started but the reminder had Stu whining as he forced himself to let go of his hard prick, clenching his hand into a fist against his abdomen.

As you kept up your exercise, you met Stus eyes over the top of the magazine. He hadn’t actually been looking at any of the pictures, instead he had just been watching you as your muscles flexed, as it was better than anything on the magazine’s pages.

Stu kept touching himself, his noises growing more needy as his length started darkening in colour, as you made sure to remind him to stop when he got close. You couldn’t help but push your exercise longer than you normally would, just to watch as his thighs shivered and twitched, or how his hips jumped off the bed into his hand from sensitivity. He was a leaking mess, leaving his hand glistening and slick.

He let out a warbled moan as you got to your feet, a glimmer of hope appearing in his eyes, begging through his noises and half moaned words for you to help him. The moan turned into a whined sob as you started doing lunges instead, a grin on your face as you kept your eyes glued to him and his twitching hands as he seemed to struggle to even touch himself without bursting.

“Come on Stu, you were so confident earlier” you teased, at this point not even taking the workout serious as you almost didn’t want to blink, not wanting to miss the way Stu stopped the magazine on his chest to wrap both his hands around himself. He was squeezing at his base to keep from cumming, the other hand sloppily twisting around the deep red head, shaking gasps leaving him as his head fell back onto the pillow.

You could see his eyes shut as he clenched his teeth, as when you saw a tear running down the side of his face you finally decided to have some mercy on him. With one last lunge, you finally moved up to the bed, crawling up onto the bedding until you were above where he was aching the most.

Stu looked down at you with wet eyes as you batted his hands away, shooting him a heated teasing look before you leaned in, sucking his dripping tip in between your lips. The noise Stu let out sounded almost like you’d shot him, his back arching off the bed in a beautiful bow as he came, his toes curling and fingers digging into the sheets, his entire body twitching and jolting as he choked and whimpered.

It took a while for him to calm down from his release, and the entire time you just kept him between your lips, neither sucking nor teasing him with your tongue, not wanting to torture your boyfriend more than you already had. It was only when he finally went limp onto the bed that you released him, swallowing the white fluid hed spilled across your tongue as you crawled further up the bed, flopping down beside him.

You leaned in, kissing at his cheek and chin, making Stu whine louder as he shoved at your face, laughing as he made comments about you smelling like a school locker room because you were gross and sweaty. After a few more jokes you got to your feet, immediately catching Stus attention as you pushed off your pants and boxers. “Fine, fine. I’ll go shower, I guess you wont wanna join me, if I stink so bad” you hum, turning on your heel and sauntering towards the bathroom, grinning to yourself as you heard Stu almost fall out of bed to follow after you, more than interested in continuing what you had started.

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ghouljams · 10 months

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Cowboy!Ghost tries to figure out how to act around the only woman he’s ever fallen in love with when she’s off limits to him. This is very early days in their relationship. I’m talking right after they get caught by Price.

Ghost is working very hard to scare you off, and it’s kind of working. When your Dad finally properly introduces you two he looks at you with eyes like ice. All the warmth of him gone and replaced with a dead man. He doesn’t say one word to you, simply stares you down until you drop your offered hand and go back to your chores.

He doesn’t say anything to you the rest of the day, he’s singularly focused on his work each time you see him. It’s like you don’t even exist to him. Maybe that’s for the best, but it makes your heart clench. He looks… lonely. The only thing he shows any kindness to is the animals. Stroking his horse’s neck as he waits for the cattle to file past him, gently nudging chickens out of the way with his foot, he even gives the pigs an affectionate pat on the back when he walks past their paddock. He has none of the same affections for you, even though 12 hours ago you would’ve said he was one of the most attentive men you’d ever met. Ghost brushes past you to put his tack away and you almost feel the chill of it.

“Your billet strap is too loose,” You tell him, because it’s been bothering you all day. He doesn’t respond, doesn’t look at you. “That’s why you’re slidin’ around in the saddle, Dolly’s a sweet horse but she’ll buck if you keep agitatin’ her.” He pauses, and nods once, quick, barely there. You nod back, satisfied that your horse is taken care of.

It’s the same thing the next day. The cold shoulder, the glare from under the shadow of his hat, the silence. You’d almost forget the way he’d held your face in the dark to kiss you. You press your hands against the kitchen counter, shoulders hunched and angry. Not with him. You get it, he’s a military man of course he’d obey his captain’s orders. This is exactly why you told yourself you’d never get involved with a military man. There was always going to be someone, something, more important than you to them. You love your Daddy, you really do, but…

But he hardly knows when to stop working. That’s why you’re making him something for lunch, because it’s what Momma would do if she was here. You swear at yourself and grab an extra couple slices of bread.

Your whistle reaches him all the way across the pasture. Dolly’s head jerks in your direction, her ears twitching as the dog goes zipping past her feet. Ghost checks his watch, it’s not quitting time yet. He looks around for Price and sees him doing the same thing before directing his horse back towards the pasture fence. He waits, half watching as Price chats with you, his eyes following the meandering cows as they enjoy the sun. It’s so quiet. It sets his nerves on edge.

“Ghost!” Price’s voice bellows over the grass. Ghost pulls his full attention to him, watches him wave an arm to signal him over. He clicks his tongue, knocks his heels against Dolly’s sides to get her moving.

You’re standing on the lowest rung of the fence, precariously balanced, one hand on the nearest post with a smile. You hold a paper wrapped bundle out to him, the added height of the fence letting you hold it directly to his hands. “Lunch,” You tell him plainly, “Momma’d be mad if I let y’all work through it.”

He takes the offering from your hand and watches you hop off the fence. You click your tongue and Dolly moves, letting her reach through the fence to tighten one of the straps on the saddle. Ghost’s heart clenches in his chest. Why would a drop of sunshine like you even spare him a thought? Why do you care? You meet his eyes with a smile and he looks away quickly, past Price towards the field.

“Thanks,” He tells you low and rough, like he doesn’t want to.

“Any time.”

You do your best to try and distance the dark and silent man that works on the farm from the man that you spent the night with. Ghost seems to have had no trouble with it, and you’ll be damned if a man is better than you at anything. You treat him like any other farm hand your dad’s hired, you’re friendly and chatty even when you’re met with a brick wall. You hate it.

Your thoughts are full of his hands, his voice, his eyes, a mouth you only felt. You are maddeningly haunted by this man, and he just… doesn’t care. Treats you like a fly on shit. The only kind word you get is the pained thanks when you hand him lunch. As if being nice to you is such a fucking challenge. And his fucking billet strap! He still can’t get it tight enough, it’s driving you crazy that you have to keep fixing it. It’s one fucking thing!

“You’re too friendly,” Ghost tells you. You glance over your shoulder at him.

“Am I supposed to be mean?” You don’t really want to do that, it’s not exactly your wheelhouse, “Daddy isn’t going to fire you just because I’m friendly.”

“You think that’s the issue?” He asks, eyes heavy on you. You make a face.

“What other issue would there be?”

“You’re-” He cuts himself off with a frustrated noise, “You’re making this harder than it needs to be. If you would just-”

You roll your eyes, “You’re such a drama queen, Si-”

Ghost’s hands grip your shoulders as he slams you against the side of the barn. “You don’t call me that,” He snarls, eyes so hot with anger it scares you, “Be a good little girl and leave me the hell alone.”

Your chest clenches tight, and you feel your hands starting to shake with anxiety. He hasn’t said more than two words to you in a week and this is what he’s been thinking? You take a breath and fix your face, giving his own anger back to him. That seems to loosen some of the tension in his shoulders at least. His eyes linger on your lips, you can hear him breathing, see the conflict in his eyes. There’s a long quiet moment, while you’re standing held against the wall where you think he might kiss you.

“Ghost,” You try, watching his breath catch, his eyes dart to yours and he lets you go, pulling away like you’ve burned him.

“Listen to your father when he tells you a man is dangerous.” He tells you, eyes cold once more. You nod, sliding against the wall of the barn. Your legs feel like they’re made of jelly. He doesn’t look back at you when he leaves.

#Goose immediately goes back to the house to stress bake #Price knows something's wrong but can't pry it out of her #She calls Soap to complain about Ghost being a jackass and he's like 'what did you expect? flowers?'#Soap: he's not that bad #Goose: he is that bad #Soap: did you do something to make him mad?#Goose: no comment #oc: goose #x reader #simon ghost riley #simon ghost riley x reader #simon riley x you #ghost x reader #reader x ghost #cod x reader

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apollodarling-writes · 4 months

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yan! reiner braun hcs

i can’t get enough of this man.

cws: yandere themes, slight worshipper themes, the two of you initially met as scouts, aot season 4 spoilers, spoilers in general, kidnapping, kinda all or nothing thinking, some pathetic reiner crumbs bc i love seeing him pathetic, can kinda be perceived as having some form of a personality disorder, forced starvation and dehydration, kinda dehumanization, slight housewife (gn though) vibes but he just wants you to be productive.

— yan! reiner braun who initially fell in love with you during your time in the scouts. he was absolutely enamored with you. you, with all your flaws and rough edges, have single-handedly made it infinitely harder for him to complete his mission.

— yan! reiner who loves when you tend to his wounds. it makes him feel more human, settling further into the delusion that he had always been a paradisian.

— yan! reiner who is constantly hovering around you after he’s come to terms with his feelings. he has to protect you… no, he needs to. no one can protect you but him.

— yan! reiner who ensures that you’re left with someone he knows will protect you when he has to carry out the phases of his mission before leaving to do so. reiner will also immediately look for you when he’s finished, checking you for injuries— big or small, he’ll patch them up with furrowed brows and a firm expression.

— yan! reiner who is a little creepy… and overbearing. when you’re training, he’s training you to protect yourself in a more efficient way. when you’re eating, he’s making sure you eat good, going as far as to give you a portion of his rations. when you have free time, he’s always itching to spend time with you. you almost never have a moment to yourself unless levi has you stationed elsewhere.

— yan! reiner who feels the need to protect you because he’s witness just how bad this world really is. he is the bad… but he can be everything you need if you’ll let him. he needs to be your everything.

— yan! reiner who values your opinion more than his own. he needs your validation and approval and kindness. he feels like a piece of shit already and he knows that you’ll hate him when he completes the final stage of his plan, but god does he need you. he needs you more than he needs air.

— yan! reiner who takes you back to his homeland. whether you’re screaming profanities at him, kicking or screaming, crying or begging for him to let you go… it’s futile in the end. he needs you. he can’t guarantee your protection if he’s away from you. he can’t live without you; you’re his rock.

— yan! reiner who pulls some strings to get you citizenship in marley. shortly after, the two of you are wed. naturally, his family and friends don’t attend since you’re a filthy island devil, but it’s enough for him to finally be marrying you.

— yan! reiner who will never touch you in any way you don’t want him to. he will always respect your bodily autonomy seeing as he already hates himself and views himself as a monster. he wouldn’t want to be even worse of a person to you. as for punishments… well, that’s a different ballgame.

— yan! reiner who, in a fit of anger, would scream at you. he’s done everything for you! he provides for you, he keeps you safe and well-fed, he has never touched you in any sexual manner (unless you’ve given him explicit consent)— he keeps you healthy and safe and you’ll never have to work again! but if you’ve been ungrateful and have been refusing his efforts, unfortunately he wont be able to be the man you want him to be.

— yan! reiner who corners you, roughly jerking you up by your hair and locking you in the basement. he’ll tell you that you can come out once you’ve learned your lesson. he’ll deliver the absolute bare minimum. a bucket to use the bathroom in, stale bread, and a glass of water every three days. how long you stay down there is up to you.

— yan! reiner who will slump against the basement door and sob. he feels awful, but he knows he can’t let you out. he can’t let you walk all over him. it’s even worse that he’s confirming your already terrible view on him.

— yan! reiner who grovels at your feet for forgiveness when you’re finally out of the basement. he’ll bathe you and murmur constant apologies, all while crying about how awful he feels about it. he’ll brush your hair out, wincing as you flinch, and turn around while you dress yourself.

— yan! reiner who will whip up a tasty meal for you, and if you’re unresponsive, feed you himself. he needs to make sure you’re getting the nutrients you need.

— yan! reiner who, if you lost a noticeable amount of weight while in the basement, gazes at you sadly. he’ll go out and purchase supplements for you to take while you recover and insist you stay in bed while he takes care of all the housework.

— yan! reiner who requires you to do things while he’s gone. he at least wants a warm meal when he comes home, and if the house isn’t in disarray it’s acceptable for him. he’ll help you with chores when he gets home— even if he’s exhausted and ready to collapse. he doesn’t want to place too much pressure on you, but he doesn’t want you succumbing to depression.

— yan! reiner who will press a kiss to your temple, forehead, or cheeks. if he’s feeling bold enough, he’ll press a chaste kiss to your lips.

— yan! reiner who will hold you sooo close to him when it’s time for bed. he needs to feel you against him because it helps him sleep. you bring him peace.

— yan! reiner who absolutely has to have physical contact with you when you accompany him to meet with the other warriors. he has to stake his claim. he has to make it known that you’re his, even if the silver band on your left hand speaks volumes.

— yan! reiner who absolutely adores you. he praises you every moment he can. he needs you to understand why he fell in love with you, how lovely you are, and how much he loves you.

— yan! reiner who just wants to love you and be loved in return. he feels like an asshole for ripping you away from everything you’ve ever known but he needs you.

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a-not-so-clean-blog · 5 months

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Nu carnival as a tops and bottoms. AMAB reader

Warnings: explicit language and actions. Blood mentioned

Yakumo

Top: Service top all the way. He just wants you to be happy normally, but now he can make you happy in bed! Yeah he's going to do his absolute best! It's awkward and he doesn't really know how to do foreplay but that's okay because his moans when he slides into you sound like he's in heaven.

Bottom: He wants nothing more than to be able to wrap his arms around you while you pound his tight hole. It doesn't take long for him to be a moaning mess. He cries a little when he cums, but that's just because the pleasure is overwhelming.

Edmond

Top: Nervous boy. Sweaty hands and heavy breathing before you even start. His military training gave him great stamina though. Just tell him what feels good and he is more than happy to follow orders.

Bottom: He cums so fast! He's really embarrassed and ashamed about how fast he came. Physically he prefers being a bottom but it hurts his ego to do so. Slow or fast, he doesn't care as long as you keep going until he's empty.

Olivine

Top: Such a sweet boy. He would prefer if you take control and ride him but is also more than happy to fold you in any position you want. He probably won't do anything in the church, but anywhere else is fair game.

Bottom: Man has entered Nirvana. He sees you giving him so much pleasure as a spiritual experience. There's no way it could feel this good if it wasn't blessed by the god of Klein. His body is built like a tank so don't be afraid of being a little rough, he likes it that way.

Quincy

Top: He is so gentle with you. He has to be. Man is huge and if he doesn't spend a lot of time on stretching you out he will break you. He might not be very vocal but he loves making you scream in pleasure. He loves every sound that drips from your perfect mouth.

Bottom: My eyes have been opened to a whole new possibility! He's probably not very vocal but his panting is so hot. He doesn't really mind the position but if you're on top then pamper him. Let him be a pillow princess for a little bit. When you are both spent he is caging you in his arms and napping. He doesn't care about cleaning up right now.

Kuya

Top: Jerk. Yeah fine when he lets you cum it's better than anything else you have ever felt, but is it worth it to deal with his taunts and teasing? He's also really into edging you when he tops. He loves the control he has over your body. I also think he would use magic to make you more sensitive.

Bottom: Still a jerk. He's trying so hard to keep a cool demeanor and is saying shit like “you really think that's enough to make me cum”. Meanwhile you are pounding him into the mattress and he is loving it. Feel free to be rough with him too or use any of his toys, he doesn't want vanilla.

Blade

Top: He does not need rest so once he starts he will just keep going, and going, and going. You will lose count of how many times you cum and when you finally had enough he will make you cum one more time. He thinks you are so cute when you cum underneath him.

Bottom: Careful you don't make him short circuit. He was built with a lot of sensors so every time feels like the first time to him. He wants to make sure you are enjoying yourself so any position he can see your face is good for him.

Garu

Top: He will ask constantly if you are okay and if he's doing a good job. You feel so good he can't help but whimper. He keeps a hard steady pace and won't stop until he knows you're satisfied.

Bottom: Moaning mess. Greedy bottom who wants to feel more of you. Your whole dick can be balls deep and he'll still ask for you to go deeper. It's fine though, he will happily take whatever you give him.

Karu

Top: He is so excited when he gets to top you! He doesn't mean to be but he's kind of rough. You will walk away with plenty of bite marks on your neck, or really anywhere he can sink his teeth into.

Bottom: He's flustered but that only makes him cuter. When you hit his sweet spot we will rake his claws down your back. You may be the top but you're not coming out unscathed.

Dante

Top: You're cumming again? He hasn't even touched your dick yet and you're cumming. His hands are magic and unfortunately he knows it. He is so smug about it but as long as you feel this good does it really matter? He won't stop until you can't feel your legs, thankfully he's also good with aftercare. He needs to be perfect after all.

Bottom: He tries to keep a stoic face but you can hear the slight shaking in his voice and the way his eyes clouded with lust. He prefers positions where he still has some leverage but cares less about that after he cums. If you finish before him he will tease you about it.

Rei

Top: He's analytical so I think he would watch your reactions to gauge what you like. However I don't think he would use that to make you feel better. I don't know, he just seems impartial to your pleasure. Maybe he would use this knowledge if you complain about anything?

Bottom: He will tell you exactly what he wants you to do to him. He gets annoyed if you can't follow his “simple instructions”. Again I think your pleasure is just a byproduct to him.

Eiden

Top: He is probably the best top here. He has so much experience and will use every trick he knows to make you squirm in pleasure. He will do what's best for both of you to have a great time.

Bottom. Bliss. He's so happy to be a bottom and let you fuck him. Whether you go slow or hard or whatever he doesn't mind. To him all sex feels good and he is living his best life.

Aster

Top: He likes being in control. He doesn't even need to take his dick out most of the time to be a good top. He will take a little blood as payment for making you feel this good, the feeling makes your head spin. Hope you like tongue and teeth because he is going to taste every part of you.

Bottom: Brat. He doesn't usually let others take control of him so he's going to have to figure out fast what he likes. I think he would like if you tease him a little, but not too much.

Morvay

Top: He can top? I can definitely see him taking control to service you but I don't think he'd be the best at fucking. His hips stutter at the slightest pleasure so his thrusts are short and unsteady. He'll make you cum in other ways but probably not with his dick

Bottom: Yup he's happiest here. He wants to serve you. Your pleasure is literally what feeds him. If he's on his knees for you it's a good day! Any time any position, he is the best power bottom.

#a degenerate writes #nu carnival x reader #nu carnival yakumo #nu carnival edmond #nu carnival olivine #nu carnival quincy #nu carnival kuya #nu carnival garu #nu carnival dante #nu carnival eiden #nu carnival aster #nu carnival morvay #nu carnival #♠️

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angelltheninth · 2 years

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Feeling extra naugthy today. Can I have some hds for how MCU men would punish their fem SO? Like teasing them and denying them orgasms, or being extra rough or extra slow, maybe something in public too, or degrading dirty talk? What ever you can think of really.

Oh absolutely Anon, you can be as naughty as you want we don't kink shame on this blog.

Pairing: Steve Rogers, Bucky Barnes, Sam Wilson, Loki, Thor, Steven Grant, Scott Lang, Clint Barton, Tony Stark, M'Baku x Fem!Reader

Tags: nsfw, smut, dom/sub, orgasm denial, orgasm control, dirty talk, rough blowjobs, handjobs, sex toys, masturbation, spanking, degradation, praise, teasing, fingering, oral, clit stimulation, rough sex, semi-public sex, overstimulation, restrains, begging, manhandling

A/N: This is probably the most tags/warnings I've ever used so you should feel accomplished Anon.

Steve is the kind of man who would make you come over and over. Even when he knows you can't take anymore orgasms he'd keep going, all the while whispering how good you are for him, for letting him use you like a pretty little toy, how well you're taking his cock and his cum. He'd make you come on his cock again and again until you pass out from the pleasure.

Bucky would deny you pleasure for days. He'd make you watch him get off, make you suck his cock, lick up all of his cum while you finger yourself to an edge of an orgasm and then tell you to stop while he empties down your throat. He'd bring you to tears from days of overstimulation and denial, you'd be so sensitive just the simplest touch from him would make you squirt at his command.

When it comes to Sam's punishments they're a little more... hands off. He'll make you masturbate together with him, telling all about how he wants to just slam his cock into you, make you gush and squeeze around him. But you're not getting his cock or his cum inside you today. In fact he's gonna make you sit still and rub your clit while he jerks off inches away from your face, so have to try and catch his load on your tongue.

Loki likes to tie you up and fuck every hole he can. And don't expect him to be gentle about it either or for him to care about your pleasure that much. Nope. Not today. Today you're your holes are his to use and ruin as he pleases. You will take his come, you'll be covered in it by the time he's done, and you'll still beg for more because he knows what a needy whore you are for him. You'll never get enough and that's ok. Because he's never gonna stop wanting to fuck and take you like you're meant to be taken.

Thor will eat you out, praise you, make you worship his cock, make you suck him off while he eats food, he'll bounce you up on down on his cock like you weigh nothing and give you more creampies than you can handle. He loves the way you squeeze around him, the way you gush your juices all over his chin, how desperate you are for your next orgasm that you'll let him just fuck you in position he sees fit. By the time he's done you're absolutely dripping and covered with his seed.

Steven is really slow, like painfully slow while he fucks you. He knows you want him to just let loose and hammer away into your cunt but he won't, no matter how much you beg or squirm or chase his cock, mouth or fingers. He'll rub your clit equally as slow, keeping you tethering on the edge of bliss and pleasure. He could do it for hours, he has all the time in the world, and he wants to spend it with his hard cock deep inside your needy, desperate cunt.

Now Scott is a very teasing kind of man. He'll wake you up in the morning with his cock rubbing between your clenched thighs, telling you what you did wrong and how he's gonna have so much fun with you today. He'd lay on his back while watching you suck his cock, making him spill down your throat and gulp it all down. The tip of his cock would brush against your hard clit, giving you enough stimulation to feel good but not enough to make you come just yet. Not before he buries his cock deep inside you and fucks you hard that is.

Clint loves making you ride a dildo while sucking his cock, he loves hearing the sloppy, wet sounds your pussy makes when it's so needy for the real thing. He also loves being fingers deep inside you right after he makes you come, dragging out your orgasm for as long as possible before giving you another, and another, and another until you collapse on the bed from exhaustion.

Tony will make you wear vibrating panties or have a vibrator inside you in public. Knowing that he has control over your pleasure really gets him going. He'd tease you with the different vibrations all day, so when you come home you're beyond wet for him, making his cock slide in with no resistance at all as you desperately fuck yourself on his cock, chasing the pleasure you've been denied by him all day.

M'Baku is really rough with you, he likes making you see that he's in charge, making you worship his cock with your mouth and your pussy all day and night. He'd pin your arms above your head and spread your legs so you can see how his cock slams inside you, stretching you, filling you up. If he feels like it he'll fuck you on his throne too, make you take his cum while knowing you could be interrupted any moment.

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charliemwrites · 5 months

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Could we please have little drabbles for each kept pet for like the moment they first opened their eyes and realised they were in a random bed and house and their keepers coming in and their first conversations?

Hey, sorry for the delay on this one. It’s a bit more complex (which is no problem!) and I really wanted to put some thought into it.

Feral:

You wake up groggy, confused. Warm…? God you’re so heavy, you just want to go back to sleep. Must have been another shitty day at work.

And yet…. You can’t get back to sleep. Something in the back of your mind is tugging at you. Telling you things are off.

Your bed is too comfy, your sheets too soft, your pillow too cool and supportive. Your eyes flutter a few times before you can finally pry them open, head still foggy. There’s movement to your side, you twist your head, halfway through a yawn when you see a blond man sitting at your bedside.

“Mornin’, little one. How are you feeling?”

You gasp roughly, scramble away, out of this strange bed - away from this strange man. Hit the ground and hear him hiss quietly. Scramble back when he stands and starts to round the bed. You need to run but your limbs feel like they belong to someone else. All you can do is press yourself into the corner, wide eyed as he comes closer.

He stops just out of reach and squats down, arms balanced on his knees. He’s huge, you realize with horror. Not just tall and wide, but built.

“Easy now, baby,” he coos and your blood turns to ice. “There was really no way to make that better.”

“Where am I?” you demand, voice rough and shaky. “Who are you?”

“You’re home,” he answers with a little smile, “and I’m Simon. I’m gonna take care of you from now on.

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(Warning for throw up)

Shy Thing:

The violent twisting of your stomach rips you out of a dead sleep. Once moment you’re asleep, and the next you’re throwing yourself sideways, emptying its contents over the side of… whatever you’ve been lying on. There’s a voice nearby, unfamiliar, though you can’t hear what they’re saying over your own heaving.

God you hate throwing up. Your eyes water as your stomach finally starts to settle, the dizziness invading next and you groan, squeezing your eyes shut.

“Alright, lass, you’re okay. Here.”

You crack an eye open to see a glass of water being offered. Accept it gratefully and sip slowly at the voice’s insistence. While you do, you try to see past a headache-induced haze. You’re in… some kind of living room?

The alarms begin blaring one by one in your head. You don’t know where you are. You don’t remember anything. You don’t know why you feel awful. You don’t know who’s rubbing your back and speaking to you softly.

Slowly, afraid of what you’ll see, you twist to face the stranger. And realize he’s… familiar. But not familiar enough that you can immediately place him.

“There you are, pretty girl. Sorry about that, should have gone with the other sedative.”

The other….

You try to jerk away, but he just thinks you’re gagging again and is quick to support you, pulling your hair back from your face.

“I’m right here, love,” he murmurs, giving you a deceptively gentle squeeze. “And I always will be from now on.”

Quietly, you begin to weep.

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You groan as you come to, head pounding and eyes feeling dry. A voice is gently speaking nearby, words garbled as your brain comes back online. It takes a moment, but you realize they’re speaking to you, though you don’t recognize who they are.

There’s something around your neck that’s a little itchy. You groan again and reach to pull it away, annoyed. Your fingers meet resistance as it tugs against the back of your neck. You try again - realize it’s not coming off.

Your eyes snap open, an unfamiliar ceiling above you, decorated with fairy lights. Not your room; not your bed. Your eyes slide sideways, to an unfamiliar man sitting at the edge of the bed by your hip.

“Not coming off, love,” he says, “not for a while at least.”

You don’t know what he means until his eyes flick down to your neck. Your fingers feel around it and find a metal plate with something engraved in it. You don’t know what it says, but you know what it is. A name tag. For a collar. You’re wearing a collar.

You spit out a curse and instantly kick at the man, trying to get him away, stun him. It lands, but he does little more than grunt and grab your leg, pinning it. You struggle, kick, flail, shout and scream but he quickly has you pinned and immobile, even as you curse up a storm, white-hot with anger.

“Get it all out now, darling,” he rumbles above you, “because tomorrow I’ll expect better behavior.”

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betweenbreaths · 1 year

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something to get used to (zoro x reader)

Summary: Both you and Zoro are afraid to lose each other and take too long to finally admit it.

Rating: G

AO3 link is in the replies to this post! I am a complete sucker for character A getting angry and avoiding character B at all costs, so here is an entirely self-indulgent fic and I hope you enjoy :)

***

Zoro had screwed up. Royally.

It wasn’t exactly new for him, but this time, even he could tell it was a big one, seeing as it had been days since she had last spoken to him.

At some point, Nami, who usually kept her nose out of things like this, had snapped at him for being an “insensitive ass”. While he certainly hadn’t appreciated the brutal honesty or choice of words, he knew she was right. Even Robin had intervened, telling him in that usual nonchalant tone of hers that he should probably do something about it soon.

The thing was, he was trying, okay? It wasn’t like he was sitting on his ass and doing absolutely nothing. He had been trying to approach said crewmate for days now, but each time he tried, she would deliberately avoid eye contact, ignore his calls of her name and would be out of his sight within seconds of him spotting her. How big was this ship, anyway? It was starting to get ridiculous, the fact that it was this difficult to track down a single person, even if she didn’t want to be found.

Frankly, the whole thing was starting to grate on his nerves too. How was he supposed to apologise to someone who was clearly not interested in being in the same room as him? Just this morning, he had spotted her in the kitchen talking to Sanji, and he’d be lying if he said he didn’t get annoyed at how she was chuckling at the love cook’s shitty jokes and bad pick-up lines. He’d tried to approach her, but before he could even get close it seemed she had sensed that he was there, and before he knew it, she was already on her feet and scuttling out of the room with her head down. Sanji could only stand there, stunned by the abrupt end to their conversation.

The cook had promptly shot a glare in Zoro’s direction, which the swordsman returned evenly.

All in all, Zoro was at his wit’s end here, and he was running out of ideas. And patience.

A sudden jerk on the boat had him nearly losing his balance, and shouts coming from the deck snapped Zoro out of his thoughts. From the crow’s nest he looked out the window, where a huge fleet of navy ships had gathered and which were quickly approaching the Sunny. Looking down, he noticed that the entire crew was gathering on the deck, including her.

Without a moment’s hesitation, he rushed out of the crow’s nest and leaped down, landing smoothly on the deck with the rest of the crew, right next to her. Again, she didn’t acknowledge his presence, her eyes fixated stubbornly on the enemy in front of them.

A small sigh escaped him as he readied himself for what was coming. He supposed the apology would have to wait for now.

***

You were being petty, and you knew it.

You should have already known the kind of person Zoro was by now: strong, fiercely loyal, and brave in the face of danger. He may be rough around the edges, his words often curt and harsh, but otherwise you knew that he was really a softie at heart and would do anything for his crew.

And it was precisely that part of him that worried you to no end. If it came down to it, you knew Zoro was prepared to sacrifice anything, including himself, as long as his friends were safe.

That was why you had ended up losing your temper at him, after the crew barely managed to get away from Kizaru and Akainu after a recent brush with them. He had suffered severe burns in his attempt to help the crew escape, and because you hadn’t managed to duck out of the way in time. You should have been the one to suffer those injuries, but instead Zoro’s right arm had nearly been burned all the way through. It would have been worse than that if Franky hadn’t managed to refuel the ship just in time for a coup de burst then, that allowed all of you to narrowly escape.

Thankfully, Chopper was able to save Zoro and fix his arm — the little reindeer had told everyone that if the injury had been any deeper, he wouldn’t have been able to use his arm like before.

You had stayed behind in the men’s quarters to wait for Zoro to wake up. You had thought carefully about what you wanted to say, to ask if he was doing okay, to thank him for saving you or you might have been dead.

But when he woke up and relief flooded you, your thoughts went haywire and the only thing you blurted out was:

“Why did you save me? You shouldn’t have done that.”

You hadn’t meant for it to come out that way, or to sound that angry or frustrated with him. Zoro had done you a huge favour, but you were reacting as if he had wronged you somehow.

It was no wonder the swordsman had responded the way he had: frowning, his tone frigid as he snapped at you to leave him alone and that he could do whatever the hell he wanted.

By then you weren’t thinking anymore, moving and speaking entirely based on the emotions you felt: a storm of worry, regret, frustration, anger coursing through your veins. You had never been one to be able to hide your emotions well, and it all showed in your voice and tightly clenched fists that shook by your sides.

The argument rapidly escalated, and it didn’t take long for the crew outside to hear the raised voices. By then the both of you were going at each other without restraint, and Usopp and Chopper had to hold you back while you yelled at Zoro for being stupid and senseless in battle, for thinking that he could protect the crew all by himself.

That seemed to trigger something in him, and you could see his eyes turn dark as he went livid. You knew you had gone too far then, and you were about to apologise, except that you were swiftly interrupted by his next words:

“That’s my business, not yours. Just stay out of my way.”

Silence. A deep, heavy silence filled the room.

You knew that it was just Zoro mouthing off in the heat of the moment, but it didn’t change the fact that the words had cut you deeper than any blade could. The inexplicable pain that bubbled up deep within your chest had you flinching, your words dying instantly on your tongue. You knew what was coming when you felt a familiar lump in your throat and moisture gathering in the back of your eyes.

At that moment, you didn’t really know what else you could do, other than run. So without another word, you had shrugged Usopp’s grip off your arms and fled the room, the sound of the closing door cutting off the cries of your crewmates for you to wait.

A few days had passed since then, but you still couldn’t bring yourself to look him in the eye, or even be anywhere near him. It felt like you might burst into tears if you did, and crying was the last thing you wanted to do in front of him.

Deep down, you knew that Zoro was right. What happened to him wasn’t your business at all, and if he wanted to protect his crew at the cost of his own body, it was his choice and you couldn’t change that. Nor was it your place to tell him what he could or couldn’t do.

The rest of the crew obviously had their share of concerns for him as well, but it seemed they had already come to accept that Zoro wouldn’t change. The stubborn swordsman had his own set of values that were pretty much set in stone and he wouldn’t budge on them.

So fine. You would stop caring. You would stay in your lane and not give a shit about what he did with his life. After all, that was what he wanted, right?

Except, you couldn’t, and you knew damn well the reason why.

Zoro may be dense, but you were no fool. You knew what those butterflies stirring in your abdomen meant whenever you saw that trademark, cocky smirk of his. You knew why you would find yourself breathless and lightheaded when you got a bit too close while training with him in the crow’s nest. And you knew perfectly well the reason you had been so deeply hurt by his words, by the implication that he wanted nothing to do with you, or you with him:

You had fallen hopelessly for this man.

…and you didn’t know what the hell you should do with these feelings.

For now, burying it was the only answer you could come up with. It was clear enough that romance was far from Zoro’s mind. From what you could observe, it looked like the only things he really had any interest in was training, getting stronger, protecting his friends, and his ambition to become the strongest swordsman there was. That, and drinking lots of booze.

Romance? It would only slow him down, no doubt. Serve as nothing more than a distraction from his dream. And even if romance was on the cards, Zoro clearly felt nothing for you; that much had been made clear by what he said to you a few days ago.

In any case, you had no time to dwell on these things. It was only distracting you from the huge fight at hand. A whole fleet of navy ships had finally caught up to the Sunny, and from what you could tell, Kizaru and Akainu were back, fully intent on achieving their goal of nabbing the crew after failing once already.

You were occupied with fending off a whole crowd of marines. While they were lower-ranked, their numbers were slowly but surely pushing you back, and before long they had already encircled you, trapping you in.

No one else was free enough to help, each of them engaged in their own battles at the moment. From the corner of your eye you could see Zoro, struggling to keep up with the pace of Kizaru’s attacks. His movements were duller than usual, no doubt because he still hadn’t fully recovered from the last battle. It was clear that Zoro was losing ground, however, and all you could think of was that you had to back him up as soon as possible.

Just as you fought off another few dozen marines, sending them flying into the sea with your sword, a bright gleam of light caught your attention.

You turned in that direction, and instantly the colour drained from your face when you saw Zoro on his knees, bleeding out and his swords nowhere in sight. Kizaru loomed over him, his raised foot glowing with a blinding yellow light.

Time seemed to move in slow motion then, and the cries of your crewmates of Zoro’s name faded into the background, muffled as if you were underwater. Mustering strength you didn’t know you possessed, you knocked back the rest of the marines in your way, clearing the path towards Zoro.

Your body acted on instinct, moving before you could even think or register what you were doing. All you knew was that you had to get to him, before it was too late. You couldn’t lose him. You just couldn’t.

Even the thought of it was too much to bear.

Zoro was the only person in your line of sight as you surged forward, bolting through the air with such speed that the wind fiercely resisted in your face. You dove for the floor then, shoving Zoro out of the way as far as you could. He was heavy, but you managed somehow.

The next thing you knew, you felt a sharp pain in your abdomen, which quickly spread to the rest of your body and you couldn’t hold back the scream that tore from your lips. You had been hit, your body breaking through the wood of the deck and the sheer weight of the force knocking the wind out of you.

It felt like an eternity before you finally took in a sharp gasp of air, and when you did, a white hot pain surged through your body and you had to bite down on your lip to keep from screaming again.

You couldn’t muster any strength to move, only able to let out a pained whimper when you felt a pair of strong arms grabbing you, dragging you out of the broken wood and holding you against a warm chest.

Your vision was blurry now, everything a haze, but you could still make out green hair, and that annoying face that had occupied your mind for days now. It looked like he was shouting something at you, but you couldn’t really hear him. Your consciousness was fading, and you tasted the metallic tang of blood before spitting a mouthful out onto your shirt.

There was a hand on your cheek now, and Zoro was shaking you to keep you awake. The jerk was only making the pain worse. Still, it worked for a few seconds.

Then the exhaustion came like a tidal wave, and you found yourself rapidly succumbing to it.

Just before your eyes slipped close, through the small slit of light left you kept your gaze on him, offering an upward twitch of your lips — hopefully that would make things right with him, after you had chickened out of a talk with him for so long. He deserved better than this, but this was all you could offer.

A final cry of your name rang in your ears, and then your world turned black.

***

It had been two days. Two days since they managed to get away from the navy, and she was still in a coma, showing no signs of waking up. Chopper had to do a blood transfusion for her seeing as she had lost a lot of blood, but for some reason she still hadn’t woken up.

Zoro was practically losing his mind from worry, and resentment at the fact that he had been stupid enough to give Kizaru the chance to attack him like that, and that she had nearly been killed while trying to save him.

For all that training, he was still too weak to protect the people he cared about. All he could do was stay by her side while she rested in the women’s quarters, hoping that she would wake up soon. The rest of the crew was worried too of course, but they seemed hopeful enough that she would recover in no time. One by one, they had taken turns to tell him the same thing, and while it quelled his anxiety just slightly, it didn’t take away the heavy, suffocating weight on his chest each time he looked at her sleeping face.

“Staying here and not eating isn’t going to make her wake up faster.” Nami’s voice came from the doorway, and Zoro frowned in her direction.

“Later. I’m not hungry.”

He heard her sigh, and then the sound of her approaching footsteps.

“She’ll be worried if she sees you like this too, you know.” She stopped by the other side of the bed, placing her palm on the sleeping woman’s forehead. “I’ll watch her for now. Go get some air, and take a bath. You stink,” she added as an afterthought.

Any other day he would have barked right back at her for that, but Zoro didn’t have the energy to argue with Nami right then. Knowing there was no way he could out-argue her, he got up and left the room, but not before casting a lingering stare at the sleeping woman over his shoulder.

He supposed he would have to wait a while before making things right with her. He just hoped it wouldn’t take too long.

***

When you woke up, you were greeted with the familiar sight of the ceiling of the women’s quarters. Your head throbbed with a dull pain, and you winced, trying to recall what had happened.

The last thing you remembered was passing out in Zoro’s arms after taking one of Kizaru’s hits. How long had it been since then? Were the rest of your friends okay?

Was Zoro safe?

Remembering the state that Zoro had been in just before you dove and pushed him out of the way, panic seized you and you rushed to sit up. You weren’t able to get up all the way though, pausing when you realised your hand was caught in something.

Your eyes dropped down, widening in surprise when you realised that your fingers were interlaced with someone else’s fingers. Your gaze trailed upwards, and found Zoro resting his head on the bed, sound asleep while seated in a chair that he had placed next to your side.

What… What was he doing here? And why the heck was he holding your hand?

You tried pulling your hand out of his grasp, but found that his grip was a little too tight. Had Chopper assigned him here to make sure you didn’t get out of bed?

You didn’t want to wake the man though; suddenly your bravado from before had vanished. Without the adrenaline, you were back to your pathetic, cowardly self who was too afraid to talk to him, in fear that he might discover your feelings for him. Not to mention, you didn’t want to cry; at least not in front of him. It would only make him feel bad for something that wasn’t his fault.

Carefully and gingerly, you tried to lift his fingers and extracted your fingers from his hold, one by one. With each finger that you lifted you noticed how calloused and rough his skin had become, no doubt from the countless battles and hours of gruelling training he would subject himself to every day. You were already smiling to yourself without realising it, chest swelling with the hope that he would one day be able to achieve his dream. If it was Zoro, you knew he could do it.

It took a few minutes, but you were eventually able to get most of your hand free without waking the swordsman. He looked exhausted, and was probably recovering from his own set of injuries as well.

It was just when you were about to get your last finger free that his hand suddenly grabbed yours again, and then you found yourself staring into a pair of piercing brown eyes.

Your breath caught, and you practically forgot how to breathe when Zoro sprang up, the sleepiness completely gone from his eyes. His eyes were on you, and his grip on your hand had become tighter.

“Zoro—” You could barely get a word out, before you felt his arms encircling you, and crashing your body to his chest.

He was warm. Big. And everything felt right.

His hold on you was tight, caging you in completely and leaving no room for you to wriggle away. Your hands were on his chest right next to either side of your face, and against your palm you felt his strong pulse, beating about as rapidly as yours was.

“I’m sorry,” was the first thing he said, and it was the first time you had ever heard his voice waver. Zoro, the man who was always confident, sure and brazen, had never sounded more raw, more vulnerable to you in that moment, and for a while you didn’t know how to react other than to stay still and listen to his shaky breaths.

“I didn’t understand until you took that blow for me,” he went on, and as he did you felt his arms tighten around you, pressing you closer to him. “I shouldn’t have said that to you. I’m sorry.”

“It’s… It’s not your fault,” you replied, as tears gathered in your eyes. Damn it, this was why you didn’t want to talk; you just knew this would happen. Thankfully, him holding you meant he couldn’t see your face, but it did mean that he would easily feel your tears through his shirt. It took every fibre of your being to hold them in.

“I overstepped, and I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have reacted that way when you just wanted to protect us, and I didn’t have the guts to talk to you about it until now, even though I know you were trying. Sorry.”

“Quit saying that. I’m trying to apologise to you here.”

You couldn’t help but chuckle at that. Zoro was just as grumpy as ever.

“Why’d you do that? I could have taken it.” He was referring to Kizaru’s kick.

You could only shrug in response. “I don’t know. My body was moving before I could think. I just… didn’t want you to get hurt.”

“The same goes for me, you know,” he said, and those words filled you with some kind of hope. Hope that maybe he had the same feelings for you. But that was instantly crushed when he followed up with, “We’re nakama. I don’t want you getting hurt for me either.”

It was like getting a bucket of cold water to the face. Of course, you had known it all along: Zoro only saw you as a friend. Nothing more, nothing less. At least now you knew, so your feelings could stay buried until they eventually disappeared with time.

“But, it’s not just that.”

You felt him pull away then, to hold you by your arms and look you in the eye. His expression was serious, and you felt your face begin to heat up under his intense stare. Instinctively, you looked away.

“Look at me.”

His words were commanding, and you obeyed, meeting his gaze once more. They were burning with an emotion that you couldn’t quite identify.

“That day, when I saw you nearly get cut down, I… was afraid.” His fingers dug into your arms, and he looked downwards briefly. “I was afraid of losing you.”

You swallowed, not quite sure where this was going. In your head, this was easy enough to rationalise. “Well, that’s because we’re nakama.”

Zoro shook his head, the skin on his forehead crinkling with a frown. “I’ve been with the crew for a while now, and each time we had a close shave like that, I was afraid of losing them too. But this time, it was different.” His eyes returned to yours, locking onto your gaze and your parted lips. “It was different, because it was you.”

You didn’t know what to make of that. Or rather, you knew, but you were afraid to draw that conclusion on your own, lest you get disappointed once more.

“What… are you saying?”

“What I’m saying is,” he responded, his lips turning up into a gentle smile, one so tender that it made your heart melt, “I have feelings for you.”

Your heart may as well have stopped then. You blinked at him, doing a double take as you tried to register his words. Feelings? You? But what about nakama—

“I don’t expect you to return them, so don’t overthink things,” Zoro continued, cutting off your frenzied train of thought. He must have been able to tell from the confusion written all over your face. “Nothing’s going to change.”

A beat of silence passed, with neither of you saying anything.

Eventually, Zoro found it awkward enough to clear his throat and to release your arms from his grip. “Anyway, I should get Chopper in here. He told me to let him know when you woke up.”

The sound of the chair legs scraping against wood was the only sound in the room as he got up to leave, but he was swiftly halted in his tracks as your hand grabbed his wrist to hold him back.

He watched wordlessly as you got off the bed, and you held back a grimace at the pain throbbing in your abdomen. You’d be an idiot if you allowed him to walk away after saying all that. His confession had been short and straight to the point, exactly the way Zoro was.

And, just like Zoro tended to do, it had also pissed you off a little, and that anger was stirring up in you a boldness that you couldn’t muster before.

“Aren’t you forgetting something?”

He seemed to be taken aback at the sudden ferocity in your tone, and didn’t seem to expect to be manhandled when you grabbed him by the collar without warning and yanked him towards you, until your noses were barely touching. His eyes were blown wide, and you could see his face begin to turn red from the proximity. Up close like this, you could feel his warm breaths on your face.

“You didn’t ask me what I think,” you told him in an almost-whisper, and you watched as he swallowed, uncertainty swimming in his eyes.

“What do you—”

You pressed your lips to his then, cutting off whatever stupid excuse he had to say in his defence. He always did this, assuming things on his own and jumping to his own conclusions.

Then again, you had gone ahead and done the exact same thing, so you were probably being a hypocrite.

Not that you really cared; all that you could focus on then was his lips against yours, gentle and tender and soft. You had released your grip on his collar by then, instead resting your one hand on his hard chest while the other wrapped around his neck to pull him closer.

Zoro didn’t show any resistance; in fact, he quite eagerly leaned into you, arms snaking around your waist to press your curves against his body and to deepen the kiss. Things slowly grew bolder, more daring as you felt his tongue sweep across the seam of your lips. You obliged, parting your lips for him and your knees nearly buckled when his tongue entered your mouth, sliding against your tongue and swallowing the soft moan that had unwittingly escaped you.

“Zoro…”

You felt his fingers in your hair then, and with a soft pull he tipped your head back, angling your face so that he could deepen the kiss with renewed vigour. You couldn’t help but be swept along with his pace, allowing him to kiss you over and over and over, each kiss an affirmation that his confession was real, that he had wanted you just as much as you had wanted him all this time.

The realisation had your chest swelling with joy, and there was no stopping the big smile that your lips spread into, which forced him to pull away from the kiss. Breathing heavily, Zoro rested his forehead against your head, allowing your noses to touch.

“So tell me again, nothing’s going to change?” you taunted, licking your lips and smirking at the man.

“Heh.” With a chuckle and a devilish grin that made you almost forget how to breathe, Zoro lowered his lips towards yours once more.

“I guess this is something I could get used to.”

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the-goya-jerker · 4 days

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Can we hear how you feel about Homage to the Square it's the painting that makes me feel SOME KINDA emotion

I do genuinely think Josef Albers "went off" with his Homage to the Square series.

Pictured below are four of the examples of these works:

As some of you can probably guess from my Goya Reviews, I have a personal fixation on goopy, melting, amorphous figures. But in this case I really enjoy the uniformity and the control.

Usually uniform, geometric, control is rather dull to me. But Albers brought it to an extreme with these paintings. Each had the same number of coats of primer, the same type of canvas, he even carefully controlled the lighting. That level of sheer control combines with the sharp edges of each square in a way that loops back around to being pretty erotic on it's own. I think heightened control or extreme loss of it both carry an erotic element.

I also think this pairs well with the rawness of how he painted these. They were painted on rough canvas, with a palette knife and unmixed paint directly from the tube. That's pretty rough and raw feeling, and it contrasts with the control behind them in a fascinating way.

I definitely also feel some kind of way about these paintings. The devotion to uniformity, to his process, to creating so many paintings that are so similar. Devotion definitely holds some romance and eroticism too, just look at our cultural fascination with courtly love!

Overall my favorite are the ones with warm tones, the ones with just yellow. But my absolute favorite is this one:

The high contrast just adds to the contrast that exists in how it was made. I love the warm glow of it that juxtaposes itself against the teal.

I'd give this one a 10/10 for jerking it to, personally. The collection as a whole also gets a 10/10.

Individually the lowest I'd give is a 6/10 to Homage to the Square: Ascending. It reminds me too much of a sunny side up egg in a pixel art game and it makes me giggle a little.

#Josef Albers #Homage to the Square #Art Review #10/10 #6/10

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sanjoongie · 2 months

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𝔻𝕒𝕪 𝕋𝕨𝕖𝕟𝕥𝕪 𝟚𝟜: ℙ𝕖𝕘𝕘𝕚𝕟𝕘/𝔽𝕖𝕞𝕚𝕟𝕚𝕫𝕒𝕥𝕚𝕠𝕟

🥀Pairing: Mingi x Reader (f)

🥀Genre: Smut

🥀Rating: 18+, Minors Do not Interact

🥀Au: non-idol

🥀Trope: established relationship

🥀Summary: Mingi got all dressed up for you to fuck him with your strap-on

🥀Kinks: pegging, feminization, jerking off, cum eating, slight rough post-orgasm reward?

🥀Word Count: 1,410

🥀Betas: n/a

🥀Day Twenty-three: breeding kink 🥀Mini Masterlist 🥀Day Twenty Five: Free use/ Spit Play

“You look so pretty, sweetheart,” You cooed at your boyfriend.

Mingi looked up at you with his big brown eyes, eager for your praise. “Really?”

Your fingers skimmed up his thighs, following the striped stockings that ended high on his thick thighs. The way the rest of his lower half was barely covered by an eensy skirt made your wetness gush into your underwear. You were dying to find out what kind of underwear he had on, apparently it was a surprise. You smiled excitedly. “Really, Mings.”

Mingi’s eyes got lost with how happy he was. He spread his legs as you crouched between them. “I’m so wet for you,” He whispered huskily.

You reach up to comb your hand through his hair. “ ‘course you are, you’re such a little slut.”

Mingi also preened at that title as well. It was a matter of pride to be hard for you all the time. To Mingi, his love language was showing that you turned him on all the damn time. “Wait until you lift up my skirt.”

You chuckled deep in your throat. “Mingi, you know better!” You stood up, both hands now deep in his hair, holding him in place so you could make out with him. When you pulled away, his eyes were blown and he whined.

“I’ve been good!” He insisted with a small frown between his eyes.

“You have not been good!” You argued. “You bent over in front of me to pick something up and rubbed your ass against me.”

Mingi tipped his head back, eyes closed in the feeling of your touch. “That is good. I could have pushed my hands under your baggy pants and got you going to the same level I was.”

You groaned in frustration. “You are not a good girl, Mingi.”

Mingi’s eyes opened slowly. “I’m not.” He knocked your hands off of him to remove the sweater crop top he had been sporting with his skirt. Underneath was a simple fishnet bra that had tiny x’s covering his nipples.

“Goddamn it, Mingi!” You cursed at him. “What is this?”

“This is my ‘I’m about to get fucked real good’ outfit. Do you like it?” Mingi sat back on his hands, legs trapping you between them, gently knocking at your own.

You pointed an accusatory finger at his lower half, still looking delicious in a simple black skirt and the thigh highs. “What’s under the skirt, Song Mingi?”

Mingi shrugged. “You should find out.”

With swift fingers, you pulled his skirt up and found a cute pair of lacy black underwear, the crotchless type. The flimsy material framed his cock and balls wonderfully. You found yourself biting down on your lip. “Fuck.”

Mingi hummed, low and deep. “How do you want me tonight, lover?”

“Oh, I think I’ll fuck that pussy deep and hard just like you like it, and rub your clit.” You said that all while your eyes were still on Mingi’s rock hard cock. He really was an eager slut and that only made you want him more.

Mingi rubbed his lips together in anticipation. “Please?”

“Oh, now you know your p’s and q’s?” You lifted an eyebrow at him in question.

Mingi giggled. “Only when you offer what I want.”

You were quick to get out of your clothes, keeping only the high waist underwear that helped with the strap harness. Mingi sat near the edge of the bed, so you had a good chance to balance on the balls of your feet and feed the dildo into his ass. Mingi made lovely noises as you stretched him out and it was one of your favorite things, to be balls deep in Mingi.

It wasn’t long before you were rocking against Mingi’s ass, a hand wrapped around his rather large cock, jerking him off with the same motions you were fucking his ass. Mingi was a mess already but that was typical of him, of course. He was all seduction and pouts until you were rubbing his p spot. He was drooling with the dual stimulation, moans and cries loud in the room.

“How’s my cock in your pussy, Mings?” You wondered.

Mingi swallowed loudly, another groan peppering the air of the room. “Rubbing the spot deep inside of me, god you’re so deep.”

You spat on the tip of Mingi’s cock and then moved your hand up and down his length, making him choke on his own spit. “Think your tiny pussy can take it, hmmm? I can feel you clamping down on me, you’re so tight, sweetheart.”

Mingi loved the dirty talk. His cock twitched in your hand and you let it go for a moment. You adjusted your angle inside of Mingi and he whined. “Why did you stop rubbing my clit?”

Your fingers traced the tiny material that were serving as panties for Mingi. The black looked so nice against his skin. “I’m appreciating you, sweetheart.” You continued to cant your hips against Mingi.

Mingi pouted. “I want both.”

You sighed. “You’re such a demanding bitch.”

Mingi smiled prettily. “I wanna come for you.”

Couldn't really say no to that. So, you braced your weight with one hand, and sped up the pace in which you were fucking Mingi. His moans and the noise of the dildo’s balls slapping against Mingi’s skin were all that you could hear now. Your hand raced along his cock. Mingi liked it fast and hard sometimes and he was lucky today you were into it as well.

Mingi came with a desperate groan, waving his hips so that he could push back against your strap and into your fist. You milked his cock, making sure his cum dripped down his length, over your hands and spurted on his skirt as well. He was a whining mess below you and you knew he had came hard.

Mingi licked his lips in an attempt to gather himself, his cock still moving in your hands. “That was too fast,” he complained.

“Mingi, I swear to god!” You yelled at him. “I told you!”

Mingi looked fucked out but petulant. “You didn’t even give me a kiss and told me I came prettily for you.”

“You are going to be the death of my sanity,” You threw your hands up in the air.

You gathered some of his cum and shoved two fingers in his mouth. You grabbed a fistful of his hair roughly. Your cunt, still clothed but dripping from the session, brushed against his sensitive cock and he bucked up into you. The strap-on brushed his chest and he even moaned at that. “I’m tempted to lock you up in a chastity belt for the rest of the day, hmmm?”

Mingi’s eyes were blown from your treatment of him. His eyes were glued to your face and his tongue swirled around your fingers to clean them of his cum. You pulled your fingers out of his mouth and he grinned up at you. “Why would you deny yourself my pretty clit?”

The way Mingi’s plush lips had wrapped around your fingers had you half tempted to shove the dildo into his sweet mouth but that would only reward Mingi for his bad behavior. You climbed off Mingi and began to undo the strap-on.

Mingi protested. “Wait, that’s all the play time I get?”

“You’re the one that wanted to come so quickly,” You said over your shoulder.

“But!” Mingi came up behind you and draped his arms around your shoulders and over your collar bones. He was so damn big. “You didn’t come, lover.”

It was your turn to shrug. “Should have thought about that when you were just thinking about your orgasm.”

Mingi wasn’t one to be put off, and besides, he knew how much allure he held over you. His lips skimmed up your neck and he nibbled on your ear. “We could make a bigger mess of my panties and grind against each other until we come.”

By the feel of him against your ass, still fucking hard, you knew he could deliver too. He came hard and fast but the fact that he still wanted that slow and long grind fest really spoke volumes of his libido. “You’re such a slut,” You couldn't help but laugh.

Mingi kissed the soft spot behind your ear. “It’s all for you, lover. Now get your big cock over here so we can come again.”

🥀Day Twenty-three: breeding kink 🥀Mini Masterlist 🥀Day Twenty Five: Free use/ Spit Play

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moumouton4 · 6 months

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Hello I got a request for hidan! So y/n (she’s in the Akatsuki) and hidan are a couple and it’s been like 4 months that hidan left for a mission and when he return… damn he’s so horny!

It's Been Too Long || Hidan x fem!reader

A/n : I've written this in class and I was so scared someone was going to read above my shoulder 😩😂 I really hope y'all will like it 🍦🧀

Warnings : Hidan is horny, mention of masturbation, oral male and female receiver, rough sex, mention of possessivness, 18+ READERS ONLY and wrap it before you tap it

Masterlist ⚜

I don’t give permission to repost my work, if you want to share it just reblogue it

Word count : 920

He has always been the first one to say that he wasn’t one for being a thing with something. Branding wasn’t his strong suit… well until you came in his life

It started as beneficial, sexually so. No strings attached just like he liked

But then he got addicted and possessive. That’s how you now have him hooked

He is just a man in love and with a lot of needs

And talking about those needs, you’re not really there to satisfy them as he is currently on a mission on the account of the Akatsuki

His constant arousal is making him even more insufferable than usual

In the morning he doesn’t have you to help him get rid of his morning wood and when the night comes you’re not there either to take his cock until he falls asleep on his feet

After 2 days he was already on the edge and constantly hard

He did try to jerk off in the morning when he knew Kakuzu wouldn’t be anywhere near him though Hidan has a lot of stamina and he needed a large amount of time even if he literally pumped his length with every energy he had got

Though as time passed this some kind of stamina slowly disappeared as he was more and more needy. Needy of your touch and most importantly on your tight cunt

Now 4 months after - and after Kakuzu tried to kill him even more times than he ever had - he seriously couldn't take it anymore. His length was hard and pulsing between his legs under his robe as he made his way inside the head quarters

He rushed his report to Pain before literally running off towards your shared room. He didn’t even bothered to knock before diving into the room

Of course you felt his chakra as soon as he had set a foot in the hq, that’s why you rushed in the shower. But you almost jumped out of your skin when he barged in

Not even a minute passed that he was there that he started to throw his clothes in every corner of the room. His look was hungry and his voice low “Get on your knees. Now !” his large hand already on your shoulder gently pushing you on the floor as you sank gracefully ( of course if you would have been to say no he wouldn’t have forced you as here we said he loves you )

You didn't waste any time either to wrap your lips around his throbbing cock. A low groan escaped his lips as he threw his head back, already his hips started to move in tandem with your ministrations

He was so needy, he would have preferred to dive in your cunt first but he also really wanted to taste you. So to wait till there he needed to have his dick getting sucked by your eager mouth

He was so damn horny that he didnt even need to fuck your mouth to reach his climax. He came in no time and if it was those circumstances he would have been hurt in his pride to have come so fast “Good girl you’ve earned to come with my tongue”

As soon as he released his semen on your tongue and lips he undressed you himself and backed you until you lied flat on the bed

“So damn sweet” he groaned against your dripping cunt. He worked his tongue on your folds, pumping it in and out of you until you came on his face

You didn’t even have the time to breath that he was already hovering over you, the head of his throbbing cock brushing against your folds

He teased both of you as he slowly pushed the tip in before pulling it out “So needy” he cooed “How much do you want me to fuck you senseless sweetheart ?” he really needed to turn the table and make you think you were needier than he was. But both of you knew that his level of neediness couldn't be competed with

His pace and roughness has slightly changed over time. He went from thinking you were his cum dump to thinking that maybe you too deserved to cum… when you where a good girl

Though today he needed to get all that steam out of his system so he fucked you so damn hard. You wouldn’t be able to walk properly tomorrow, hopefully Pain isn’t going to assign you a mission

The bed keeps screeching and nudging the wall with how hard and demanding his thrusts are

His hands grip your hips so tightly as he cums, filling your insides in sticky and thick white ropes “Goddamn Y/n !” he screams and everyone outside your room in the hq at the moment heard that

He doesn’t want to pull out, he spent too much time apart from you and there is no way his cock is getting out of you any time soon

The next few hours and days he is going to be extremely clingy, not willing you to get out of his arms or eat sitting elsewhere than his lap

He usually isn’t the one for likes PDA the most, unless it’s too piss someone off or assert his dominance towards another male seemingly interested in you

That goes without saying, but somehow he's going to fuck you even more to make up for lost time... spoiler alert he'll actually manage to do it. And you won’t manage to walk straight

#naruto #naruto imagine #naruto smut #naruto shippuden #naruto shippuden imagine #naruto shippuden smut #hidan #hidan imagine #hidan x reader #hidan smut #akatsuki #akatsuki imagine #akatsuki x reader #akatsuki smut #smut #request #miri-writes

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ryomens-vixen · 6 months

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Can you handle Brahms Nanami? This one is for the Femme Doms♡... Kinda btw this will be short because I am not good at writing Nanami yet

Summary: You moved into this house that was said to be haunted by a porcelain doll... When all you found was a porcelain man.

Content: Yandere tendencies, Sub to Dom Nanami, Pet names, Mommy/Daddy kink, Smut.

Word Count: 🤷🏾‍♀️you know how this goes sis... Good luck.

"You can't leave me, Y/N! " , The man with a porcelain mask yelled as you seem to be angrily strutting to the front door with a suitcase in hand. You had gone tired of him keeping you in your own house everyday... But then again was it even your house to begin with?

"Or what Nanami?! What will you do?! I'm not going to allow you you hold me prisoner in my own house, damn it?! " You snapped back at him immediately after stopping at the door, turning around the look at him.

Both of you quietly stared at one another for a minute or two before kento took a few steps further. Your chest just barely touching his as he stared down at you, but your irritation was unwavering to his intimidation tactic especially once you placed a hand on your hip. He just knew right then and there it wasn't long before you actually up and moved out leaving him to his lonesome so Kento did the next best thing... Beg.

"Nanami? What are you-"

"Please..." He slowly got onto both of his knees, gazing up at you while both of his hand firmly gripped your legs, and with pleading eyes he begged.

"Please, Y/N...I'll be good I promise~"

This was new, this.. This was so hot it shot electricity straight to your core. You were absolutely wet from the way he kneeled, to the grip of his hands, and to the softness of his soft. "Really? You'll be a good boy for me Kento?" You greeted his plea with the same softness his word gave, Giving his face a gentle stroke once you squatted to his eye level. "Wanna show mommy how good of a boy you can be?"

He only nodded muttering a "yes ma'am" under his breath

Oh he'll show alright... He'll definitely show you how good he can be~

Before you knew it you were back in your master bedroom with this large, blonde haired, "gentle giant" burying his fingers as deep as his can past your warm, wet entrance. He definitely has you right where he wants you.. Underneath him hearing the music that is those sweet moan he gets you to make. Maybe he'll beg you to stay more often if it has you this wet.

The way your body would jerk and tremble every time Kento curved his fingers to meet that sweet spot of yours was a sight to behold. His cock was so hard it could probably burst out of his pants right now. Kento just wanted to be inside you, but in order to do that he had to ask first- he always asks even though you belong to him. Once he felt that you were reach your next orgasm he stopped leaving your hole clenching for nothing and you hips bucking for some kind of friction.

"Mnnf! Kenny why did you stop?!" You whined desperately as you watched him stand from the bed to undress himself.

"Because.. I want to make Mommy feel even better, but I can't do with just my fingers... May I?" He spoke in such a gentle way to you, but his actions spoke a much more aggressive tone. Grabbing you by the ankle yanking your body to the edge of the bed not even giving you a chance to speak all you could feel was his cock entering your tight hole while he reached behind the knees to push your legs damn near to your chest.

"OhFuck.. So fuckin' Good..." You said in a very audible gasp.

Kento let out of groan in response to your begging cunt clenching around him. It was always nights like these where he'd get what he wants, when he wants it. You staying in this house was one of those things- You can never leave Nanami not as long as you lived.

"Tell me, tell me yo- F~Fuck...SoTight~, You'll stay..say it!" He said with a good smack to your thigh as he continued his rough pace into your core.

"I'll stay, I'll stay! J-just keep f.. Fuuuckin' be like this Daddy, Please~! "

"Atta Girl.. You'll stay.. Stay with me Forever.."

I'm so sorry that this sucks I'm currently fighting to finish kinktober and writersblock!

Tag list: @gojos-thot-patrol-main @satkuna @blkkizzat @callm3senpaii @biscuitsngravie

#jujutsu kaisen #jjk #jujustsu kaisen x reader #jjk x reader #jjk drabbles #kinktober #jjk nanami #nanami kento smut #nanami kento x reader #nanami kento

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little-miss-dilf-lover · 1 year

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hii bbg, would you be open to do a nsfw alphabet thingy with tangerine? you’d execute it wonderfully💓

hii my sweet!! thank you🥹 REALLY loved this, was very fun to do, hope these are accurate. thank you for requesting, hope you like it💌 (I also got the template online, so it should be right)

𝐧𝐬𝐟𝐰 𝐚𝐥𝐩𝐡𝐚𝐛𝐞𝐭// 𝐡𝐜'𝐬 (minors dni)

tangerine x f reader

masterlist + rules

taglist

A - aftercare

Would be great at aftercare. Likes to keep himself inside until he’s soft. Or just be uncharacteristically sweet and kisses you all over. But it would depend on the kind of sex before

B - body part (his favourite body part of yours)

Feel like he’s a hip-and-thigh man, he loves to squeeze and play, loves having things to grip

C - cum

Loves to cum inside. I don’t think he’s that picky but would prefer to spill into you

D - dirty secret

He’s definitely the more dominant of you two, but I feel like he sometimes likes being submissive, and wants you to just use him to make yourself feel good. maybe even has a fantasy of calling you mummy

E - experience

He definitely knows what he’s doing. Knows all the ways to get you off, some you might not even know yourself

F - favourite position

I feel like it depends on his mood and who it’s with. if it’s a one-night stand then I’d say prone boning.

But if he actually loves the person, I’d say missionary, just slow and sensual so he can look in your eyes (he’s definitely a starer) he loves to watch the faces you’d make, and have full access to your lips, your throat, the lot. OR spooning, so he can rub you from behind

G - goofy (what he’s like during)

Again, I feel like it depends. Generally, I’d say he’s pretty into it and mostly focused, but afterwards, he’d be his charming self and make a couple unintentional jokes

H - hair

He definitely likes to keep himself neat and tidy. Very clean and trimmed. And has a snail trail

I - intimacy

Again, it depends on his mood. It can be light and sweet, just lots of fun and just a general good time.

Or, it’s very intense and passionate. Or either, very rough and degrading. It differentiates, depending on the kind of day he’s had

J - jack off (masturbation headcanon)

I feel like he’d only jerk off as a last resort if you’re not around, he’d much rather the real thing

K - kink

Loves to praise you, sometimes degrade you. (But he’d give great aftercare to show you how much he loves you)

Definitely loves to tug your hair, choke you and just generally mark you (lots of love bites too) and loves to edge you. Also overstimulation

Maybe some size play

L - location

Definitely at home kinda guy. I feel like he likes to have you all to himself, and loves to take his time with you. So maybe the bed because you’d be laid out on display for him. Or maybe the in the shower if it’s in the morning

M - motivation

I feel like you don’t even have to do anything to turn him on, I think it’s just you that gets him going. But ofc he is a man, so when you wear nightdresses around the house, or his T-shirts. definitely loves it when you wear lingerie

N - no (something that’s off limits/ his turn-off)

I feel like he’s very clean (even though he’s often covered in blood lol) so I think it’s a no-no to anything toilet related

O - oral

He wouldn’t say no to you sucking him off, but he’s definitely a giver. He’d spend hours buried between your thighs, wanting to taste you on his tongue forever. He loves it when you grind against his face with your hands in his hair

P - pace

He’s named Tangerine so he’s very adaptable. Either deep, slow, close and sensual. Or rough, hateful, fast and hard

Q - quickie

Feel like he is a quickie-in-the-kitchen kinda man. Loves to have you bent over a worktop

R - risk (does he like to experiment)

He’s pretty open to try things. Enjoys public play, and the thought of being caught is exhilarating to him

S - stamina

He could go for hours (but only if it’s pleasurable) just round after round

T - toys

I don’t think he really likes to use toys on himself, but loves to use them on you. A vibrator pushed up against you as he rams into you. Is down for some light bondage, and likes to have you cuffed to the bed so he can just ruin you

U - unfair (teasing)

He LOVES to tease, I feel like for him it’s half the fun. Loves to get you hot and bothered

V - volume (what kind of sounds he makes)

I feel like he whimpers and groans, I don’t think he’d be ashamed of the noises he makes

W - wildcard (random headcanon picked by me)

Creampies !! He loves them

Or when you sit on his face, but like FULLY sit on his face. He loves the way you’d react to the tickle of his moustache

X - x-ray

Who we kidding, he’s packing. Girthy and veiny with a pink tip. Feel like it’s quite pretty looking. Just very visually and physically appealing

Y - yearning (his sex drive)

I think he’s an everyday kinda guy, just always needs some kind of release. But he wouldn’t pursue anything if you were still hurting. Would just be enamoured with you

Z - zzz (how quickly he calls asleep after)

Feel like you’d both be VERY tired after, loves it when you fall asleep on his chest so he can stroke over your back until he falls asleep

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hanasnx · 1 year

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Okay okay I was the anon who suggested the prompt about y/n being jealous and I absolutely adore what you did with it!! So I’ve been think about ✨angry/makeup✨ sex with Anakin, yeah? Because I think it would be so intense and delicious. Like imagine you being pissed off about him not being careful when out in the field or maybe he’d think you weren’t being careful enough when out and about during these clone wars time or whatever. I just imagine all this pent up frustration and longing and love for one another. Like imagine his groan when you’d tuck on his hair, urging him closer and his metal hands gripping your jaw, his eyebrows knitted and eyes dark looking at you, taking you in. The insults might be genuine at first - frustration and fear of each la safety…. but slowly they’d be come more playful, egging each other on, both loving the intensity, desperation and roughness 😁 and the tender kiss you’d share afterwards, two bodies out of breath, tangled together anywayss

hellow welcome back always a pleasure to see u anon <3

i love angry sex and makeup sex so much omfg i loved reading what you wrote 💕

☥ like on one hand youve got the hate and roughness in angry sex. fighting each other, throwing each other around.

the “what did you just say?”

and the “you heard me!”

yanking on each others hair and fucking faces. sitting on his face and pinning him there so he glares up at you, pulling you flush against him as if to suffocate himself, intent on edging you til your head spins.

getting you to shut up by shoving his cock down your throat, in control of your movements with his strong hand at the back of your head. so deep the tip of your nose brushes his abdomen.

practically wrestling trying to top the other person. at one point he’s able to slip his cock into you and nail you to whatever surface closest. hand gripping the nape of your neck to keep you fixed in place as he fucks you as hard. and you talk shit like “is that really the best you can do?” because you want it to hurt.

☥ and then youve got the smugness of makeup sex. the “i’m angry at you but i still want to fuck you but i don’t want you to have the satisfaction of knowing that.”

☥ youre laying in bed on your holo tablet, trying to drown out the sound of rushing blood past your ears because youre still so ! worked up over what anakin dared say to you. you should whip him for that kind of disrespect.

he comes over to your side of the bed, and you look up at him.

“what do you want?”

he’s in his lounge attire. shirtless, thin black pants. the sight of his bare chest burning into your mind despite your flaring anger.

“you still mad at me?”

“yes.” you go back to your holo pad.

his hand envelopes yours, taking it from you, and you eye him again as he places it for you. palming his hardening length in his pants with it. instinctually, you start massaging, feeling up his balls and shaft as a familiar inkling of arousal bubbles up in between your legs.

“yeah?” he asks, feigned sympathy, a wolfish grin tugging at his lips knowing you’re not mad enough to jerk your hand away.

that worsens your mood, “obviously. asshole.” to convince him, and yourself, you hastily add that insult. your legs fall open, and his fingers find their home there, petting your wettening center and clit as he holds your sultry gaze.

“i want you, baby, and i’m gonna have you. even if my baby’s mad at me.”

it’s a relief to hear, so you don’t have to admit to him how much you want him back.

☥ scratching marks into his back, him biting on your shoulder as he enters you, talking shit like “must be a little whore to let me fuck you after how i talked to you earlier. you like being called a cunt, huh?”

your fist bangs against his shoulder blade and he laughs. sucks on your earlobe before re-angling his hips to make you cry out from the way he fills you.

☥ and it eventually becomes a form of his worship. kissing all over you, stopping mid dick-fuck so he can eat you out and finger you at the same time. hold your gaze while he does it so you know hes sorry, that he wants to please you. sucking on your clit as his metal fingers enter you and curl just the way you like. make you a cum too many times, making false promises, “one more for me, angel, one more, c’mon, you can do it… atta girl, oh yeah, baby, just how i like it.” and uses your own cum as lubrication as he lifts your hips to meet his thrusts, chasing his own high using your body.

sucking on your lips and tongue. biting red marks into your neck. this session would be entirely on making it up to you for his behavior earlier. he’d get payback for your temper tantrum later.

#🦑anon #thanks for the msg!!#indy shoots the shit #anakin #anakin skywalker x reader #reader insert #anakin skywalker smut #x f!reader #anakin skywalker imagine

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rose-tea-and-strawberries · 5 months

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The way you write Deuce is just, *chef's kiss* i love it. it absolutely lives in my head rent-free.

So much so that i saw this tiktok of a pigeon sprinting with a leaf to gently put it on top of his mate sitting in her nest, and my first thought was, 'that's them. That's Deuce/MC. 💕💕'

Here's the video but i understand if you're hesistant to click on random links. I do hope you have a nice day btw ^ ^)

(https://www.tiktok.com/t/ZT8DbBeDw/)

AAAHHHH THANK YOU SO MUCH!

No but seriously Deuce 'his gaze softened' Spade is so loving and deserves so much love like I literally can't even explain.

First of all, that video is everything and it’s so Deuce coded I can’t even. Another animal couple I see would be this:

But, don't get me wrong, I would just like to go on the record and say that I've been watching a lot of dog videos and Deuce is 100% a dog: he's sweet, loyal, supportive, loving, protective - the complete package (though his eyes are much cuter). Just saying that he (and Jack) would be at the top of Crewel's list for approved boyfriends.

I mean as deranged as I am for him, I swear I can quit any time (I say as I stuff my shaking hands into my pockets and send multiple pictures of him flying out of my pocket)

He’s a perfect gentleman despite not being raised as one - and no I don’t mean in the literal sense, actual queen Mama Spade definitely raised her son to be chivalrous and kind and respectful to everyone. I mean he wasn’t raised to be a quintessential refined nobleman like Riddle or Malleus or Vil. He’s the only son of a single mother and as far as we know only his maternal grandmother is around (we don’t know if his father left or is dead but I subscribe to the headcanon that he was a jerk that left when Deuce’s mum was pregnant) so he’s never had an older male relative to look up to. Yet he still has all the traits that you’d see in Austen male leads - he's serious and straightforward, sort of soft spoken, he'll restrain his emotions, he's gentle (at most times), he canonically loves sappy romances, he’s got a strong moral compass and he has this sort of soft touch-starved vibe that I can't really explain.

But he's this sweet, considerate wholesome guy who gives it his all in everything despite his background and personality of an adrenaline-fuelled teenage boy. And he's very realistically (and very endearingly) a teenage boy: he's a troublemaker, he's rough around the edges, he makes mistakes even when his heart is in the right place, there are times where he can be slow on the uptake, he's aggressive, he thinks more with his fists and instincts and feelings than with his head, he's emotional and will lash out if he sees injustice, he's not afraid to use dirty tactics, he was literally in a gang, he's impulsive and reckless and literally itching for a fight. But he’s still as much of a man of honour as Mr Darcy or Captain Wentworth. And e's so loving and he's so sincere and he tries so hard I just-

(I want to kiss him on the mouth)

I just think it's really sweet that the same guy who could violently beat up like five guys bigger than him without a thought would instantly turn into a blushing puddle if you so much as held his hand and follow you around with a wide eyed awestruck look like a lost puppy or baby duckling.

I love to say that the reader is his salvation, his angel, his light and it comes from his inner shame at his past. Yes, he's bettering himself to atone for all the hurt his mother went through but he also really wants to prove to be someone worthy of being at your side. You're his apricity and he loves you more than anything.

He’s very sword and shield coded (though, I’d say he’s less of a shield and more of a sword - Jack seems to fit the shield motif more to me). He's very honour bound and duty driven and he gives me the vibes of those loyal knights you get in period stories.

And I guess that's what appeals to me. Bad boys are literally my least favourite trope in modern fiction and I get irked at practically every broody, angsty 'I hate the world' male love interest I come across (usually because the good boy second ml is so much better but my sister says that red flags are much more interesting than boring green flags so...). But Deuce, my man, my deuce box. He's a (former) bad boy that ticks all of the green flag boxes. He's not a bad boy with a hidden soft side, he's a soft boy with a (not-so-hidden) bad side.

He's not rude and snarky, he's kind and respectful. He doesn't have a problem with authority or hate his parents, one of his main character traits is his healthy love for his mother and he has a high opinion of his upperclassmen and the adults around him and he takes his studies seriously even when he's not good at them. He doesn't hide behind an arrogant facade, he's genuine and sincere to everyone he meets. Yes, he has an innate attraction for violence but instead of acting on it, he spends his time sating his love for adrenaline by speeding along on his magical wheel and joining the most athletic club in the school. He wouldn't tease you for your interests, you could spend hours babbling about your rock collection and he'd be completely rapt.

He's like the perfect dichotomy of the bad boy trope and the wholesome cinnamon roll good boy trope. Like one second he and you are engaged in the 'no you're cuter' or 'no you hang up' cycle on the phone and the next second your arms are wrapped around his torso and your wearing his leather jacket as he does the akira slide on his magical wheel.

Anyway I could go on for ages but instead have Deuce Vibes tumblr text post:

(Censored by moi)

P.S. I’ve been watching a lot of Ace edits and like 😳🥰 that boy ❤️ People make so many jokes about Malleus not getting invited to the meeting where the Disney executives explain twst is not an otome game but like Ace got the invitation and glanced at it for 0.345 seconds before ripping it into shreds, tossing the pieces into a blender, throwing the blender into a fire and then nuking the fireplace.

#btwisted wonderland #twst #asks #deuce spade #deuce spade x reader

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