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runa-falls · 10 months

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FREE USE WITH MIGUEL? LIKE ANYWHERE ANYTIME?

a/n: YES NONNIE, ANY--FUCKING--TIME. AND HERES ONE OF THOSE TIMES :^) idk if this is free-use or feral!reader or both. anyway, just enjoy it lol. like every time, this got away from me

special thanks to mona (@whatthefishh) for letting me scream this shit to her over discord + for helping me figure out exactly what 'free use' is lol

cw: smut (18+), free use kink, small very small bit of somnophilia (CAN'T ESCAPE IT), non-explicit oral (m-receiving), afab!reader, mentions of ovulation (+ period) horniness, fingering, cockwarming, fucking w/ multiple orgasms, the same Spanish pet name used over and over, reader is basically a bothersome cat, writer is so all over the place it's confusing.

wc: 2.4k (this was supposed to be a quick thot but wtvr)

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miguel is a gracious boyfriend, he practically lives to please you. so when you approach him in the middle of the day with nothing but his shirt draped over your figure, he has a hard time rejecting your advances.

sure, he tries, but every time he gives you what he wants.

you're spoiled, really.

miguel works at home as much as possible. he hates having to leave you before the sun rises, walking away from a perfectly cozy bed and wet cunt (😳).

miguel convinces himself that Spider HQ can survive a day or two without him on site. he has several capable Spiders that do most of the heavy lifting for him and LYLA isn't afraid to take charge, sitting her holographic ass in the boss' chair.

he can set up mission plans and keep track of everything from his laptop, and he's always on call if he is needed for anything. the only issue is that working remotely doesn't work when he can't get anything done.

he's trying to go over notes from a meeting that was held earlier this morning.

he was supposed to be there, but you physically wouldn't let him out of bed. he swears you're a Spider yourself with the strength you have when you're especially needy and sleepy.

he smelled it when he woke up in the middle of the night to you mouthing over his boxers, that decadent sweetness that indicates you're ovulating.

you were desperate to get a taste of him, to fill that unbearable emptiness inside of you, whimpering with relief when you finally feel his fingers bury themselves in your hair to push your further against his bulge.

he learned early in your relationship that your insatiable appetite for him increases tenfold during your window of fertility (don't even mention your period). and so does your need for sleep. so he caters to your needs accordingly.

you passed out after convincing him to fuck the heat out of you, to snuff out the fire until your neediness recedes. apparently, the only time you aren't horny is when you're sleeping (though that isn't true... you wake up horny all the time??).

you've been sleeping soundly ever since, utterly exhausted by his thorough support, but he knows that once you wake up, you'll be crying for him again.

he crawled back into bed with you after telling LYLA to take over for the day, but after a few hours of almost suffocating because of the way you curl up on his chest like a cat, he got up to get some coffee and finish some computer work.

as soon as his warmth left you, you fussed. eyes still closed as you whined and moaned for his body. he shushed you, gently smoothing down your bedhead until you settled.

it didn't last for long.

you padded out of bed with bleary eyes, clearly looking for him when you walked into the living room. he offered you a quick "morning, cariño." before focusing back on his computer. he had to limit as much contact with you as possible if he wanted to finish his work.

just a few more pages and a couple of emails, and then he can give you all the attention you need.

his shirt brushes against your thigh like a summer dress as you make your way through the room.

he looked adorable with his loose white long sleeve on and black dad-glasses. his hair is still curly and fluffed, telling you he wasn't planning on leaving you anytime soon.

you shuffle over to the couch, sitting next to him with a sigh.

he doesn't react.

somehow, the minimal recognition that you're there, his adamant refusal to look at you, turns you on as much as it irritates you.

he's really trying his best to be a good boss, hm? trying to resist a temptation that's barely a foot away from him.

it makes you feel dirty and deprived. you blatantly rub your legs together, urging him to look. your gaze washes over his sharp jawline watching as it clenches at your soft coos.

"...baby."

"'m working, amor." his voice is still soft, despite the efforts he's taking to ignore you.

you huff.

"but--"

"not right now."

you scoot closer to him, strategically allowing the hem of his shirt to ride up on your thighs. so he's really going to make you do it...

you tug at his sleeve, taking his arm away from his work (though it doesn't look like he was working on much at all, he's been sitting on that exact page for 5 minutes now).

"not right now, mi vida..." he protests lightly, but he doesn't move away. he's not even trying, you think.

you smirk at his empty words. you can see the way he's looking at you: your messy hair, bare legs, the shadow of his shirt hiding away your most sensitive spot. his breathing grows heavier and so does his stare.

"i have work--" miguel is always so soft and sweet to you, melting in your hand though he has all the power to stop it.

"please, miguel? just one, for me?" his lips part as you place his hand against your bare thigh, slowly dragging it upwards until it meets your center.

he doesn't take his hand away, doesn't even pull back a single inch, instead, he instantly complies, cupping his warm hand over its entirety. he chokes out a low groan. you're not wearing anything underneath.

"ok, i guess if it's only once..." he whispers, already breathy. he's leaning over you, almost on top of you, forcing your legs to spread impossibly wide.

he watches as his finger rubs against your slick center, spreading your wetness until you're glistening for him under the late morning light. he pushes in slowly, so slowly, eyes flicking up to your face to witness the small o your mouth makes as he presses in deeper.

his mouth waters as he fingers you, he wishes he had enough time to go down on you, and taste your slick straight from the source. he knows how much you love it when he fucks you with his tongue and suckles on your clit. but no, he has work to do. he needs to get you off so he can finally focus.

"this what you needed, cariño?" it's all but growled into your space, his voice low and taunting. all you can do is nod with bleary eyes as your hands grip onto his thick bicep for support.

he adds another finger and thrusts them into you quicker, angling them just so his palm can gently nudge at your clit. he can feel you tightening around him already, fluttering with each pass that he makes against your g spot. he presses harder, drinking in your choked gasp and shaking thighs.

you're so wet, spilling over his fingers and dripping against his hand. the noises between you are deafening. a mixture of sopping thrusts, heavy breathing, and quiet mewls fill the still silence of the living room.

he's so good at this, too good at this.

how can he make you fall apart with just his hands, caress every sensitive nerve with a single stroke?

you're at the cusp of euphoria. your body, filled to the brim with pleasure, urges you to let go, to take what you want. but you don't want to. you want to stay at the edge forever with his hands on you, to be at the center of his affections, always just one breath away from transcendence.

you're not ready for him to stop touching you anytime soon, you realize. you still need it and after you'll need it again. you need him.

his glasses start sliding as he looks down at you, dropping until they're barely at the tip of his nose. he's focused, eyes locked on how he fills you again and again.

his fingers speed up, expertly aiming against that special spot inside of you. your hips rise from the couch, needing him as deep as possible. then it all falls apart.

you cry out, back arching and eyes rolling. your body is barely touching the couch under you and it feels like you're being lifted up by unknown forces as you reach your climax. white fills your vision and heat thrums through your limbs. you can't hide your one orgasm from him, it's too intense.

before you could recover, he slips his fingers out of you.

"alright, honey, we're done." he casually sucks your essence off of his fingers before propping his glasses back to the arch of his nose.

"ok, ok, i get it. you're busy." you pant, still pulsing from your high. and...he's already back to work. he wasn't kidding when he said he had stuff to do. "i'll just...be sitting here."

so you watch him get back to work, or you try to. the incessant scrolling, typing, reading, and muttering thoughts that accompany his work is usually enough to put you to sleep. it's an unusual lullaby that's attached to him. one that brings you the comfort of knowing he's near.

but he's hard.

he seems so relaxed, so content to work, but his erection presses so desperately against his sweats, outlined perfectly by the grey fabric.

so how could you not touch him? he clearly needs your help... and if he doesn't, then you need it.

you want to be good, you do, but when he types so effortlessly like that with the fingers that were just stuffed in your cunt, or when he looks over his dad-glasses to look at something like a hot fucking nerd, you can't help it.

it's been, what, 12 minutes? that's enough work for the day in your opinion.

you start slow, hesitantly, watching to make sure he's not looking at you (though he can clearly see you from his peripheral vision). you stand up on the couch right next to him. you're a bit unstable on the squishy cushions so you use his shoulder for support.

he looks over at you, confused as to why you decided to walk all over the furniture like a toddler.

you carefully maneuver over his arms to settle yourself on his lap. you're a koala around him, holding your torso to his, looping your arms around his neck and sharing your shimmering lustful body heat. he grunts when you scoot even closer to him, your bare pussy pressing entirely against his covered cock.

but he ignores it.

he doesn't say anything, barely even moves, and just continues to work. you pout a bit, but let him. you convince yourself that you're content with just sitting here and enjoying his company (despite the large distraction that pulses against your pussy, pressing so sweetly under your needy clit).

you listen to his steady heartbeat and slow breaths, the occasional sound of tapping keys. you nuzzle against the soft shirt that stretches over his chest. you're fine.

it's not like you're leaking all over his sweatpants, leaving a puddle at the apex of the fabric. you're not crying on the inside, so empty and fluttering around nothing. you're fine.

until you arent.

you lazily lift your hips above his, nearly head-butting his chin in the process. his arms lift to help you get settled, hands resting on your waist, as patient as ever.

you reach below you and he stiffens. he wasn't expecting you to--

your hand buries itself under his sweats, delicate fingers brushing over his erection. he breathes out your name when you squeeze him teasingly before pulling him out.

"what did i say?" he grunts, hand swiftly wrapping around your wrist. the words are lost on your ears as you caress the silky steel in your fist. it pulses at your touch. he needs this.

he says your name once more.

"you're working."

"then why are you trying to fuck me?!"

"i'm only going to sit on it." you give him an innocent look. you slowly lower yourself so your dripping center meets his before sliding your glistening lips over his hardness. "won't move or say a thing, promise!"

"cariño..."

"just wanna warm you, baby." you position him right against your entrance. "is that so wrong?" you lower yourself before he can say anything else.

you take him easily with how wet you are, and he fills you perfectly. he sucks in a breath at the feeling then growls out, "don't move."

well, you do move (is anyone surprised). you move a lot. but he moves too. harsher and more competitive. who the hell fucks competitively?

you moan over him, bouncing on his cock eagerly. his hands hold your waist, guiding your movements just how he likes it: fast and hard. his laptop, somewhere on the other side of the couch, is forgotten and probably long dead by now. so much for working at home.

you've cum at least four times already, but who's keeping count (you're not. you're so fucked out, you have to manually breathe now.)

he won't let up anymore. you asked for it and you're getting it.

"do i gotta fuck you to sleep, hm? is that the only way you'll leave me the fuck alone and let me work?"

you only admit now that you're eyes were definitely bigger than your stomach. you're practically drooling as he takes control once again, snapping his hips from under you, harsh and punishing. as if this is a punishment.

he has to carry you back to bed that afternoon. he couldn't just leave you on the couch, naked and shivering. plus you'd be a distraction with your bruised hips and fucked out cunt.

you murmur adorably in your sleep as your body unconsciously nuzzles further into his arms. he places you lovingly on the bed and you immediately curl up. he sighs, brushing your hair out of your face because he knows how much you hate it when it gets in your eyes or tickles at your nose during the night.

you look so cozy and comfortable. but so alone in this huge bed.

he debates laying down with you, only until you're in a deeper sleep.

maybe just a few minutes?

LYLA had a few choice words when he woke up in the morning....

#anon #miguel o'hara #miguel o’hara #miguel o'hara x reader #miguel o’hara x reader #miguel o'hara smut #atsv #2099

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gffa · 10 months

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It goes about as well as anyone would expect. ✦ World’s Saddest Breakfast Club by motleyfam, dick & jason & tim & damian & bruce & cass & steph & duke & cast, 7k Following a couple of Very Bad Weeks™ (which may or may not have involved being kidnapped and mildly tortured), Jason decides the best way to cheer himself up is to break into the Manor for a 3 a.m. snack. Turns out he isn’t the only one awake. BATFAM FIC RECS - I CUT MY TEETH ON DICK & TIM AS CLOSE BROTHERS AND NOT EVEN CANON WILL NOT TAKE IT FROM ME: ✦ Not So Large but Definitely In Charge by dottie_dc (dottie_wan_kenobi), dick & tim & bruce & alfred, 6.7k Alternate universes suck so much. Tim has always known that, but he’s never really grasped it, not until he and Dick were forcibly thrown into one a week ago. ✦ there’ll always be a few things, maybe several things by incogneat_oh, dick & tim, ~1k Tim breaks the silence, half-glancing over his shoulder to murmur, “Pop-culture has taught me that you’re supposed to seek out your parent in the middle of the night. Not your sibling.” “Pop-culture isn’t a perfect teacher, Timmy.” ✦ will we ever get to the other side? by dizarys, dick & tim, 4.8k Blockbuster is dead and Dick is lost. Haunted by that night and no longer Nightwing, he flees Gotham only to find himself back in Bludhaven on mob business. Now Robin is the city’s new protector and Dick is determined to avoid Tim & his old life. That is, until he finds Tim bleeding in an alley. ✦ World Gone MAD by Havendance, dick & tim & justice league, 5.5k Ask the GCPD about the Joker’s death, and they’ll tell you he died of natural causes. Ask the Justice League, and they’ll tell you that it’s a matter that’s been resolved internally. Ask Batman and he won’t give you an answer, because he’s Batman. The truth of the matter, however, is this: Dick Grayson beat the Joker to death. ✦ Wake Me Up Before You Go Go by incogneat_oh, dick & tim, ~1k He’s already halfway up the stairs, towards the window on the second floor landing, when Dick says, “Tim.” He turns back, says wide-eyed and guilty, “Mhm? Can I– I’ll get you a blanket? If you want?” – Or, Tim visits Dick in Bludhaven. ✦ unleash the beast (with a kiss on the cheek) by InkpotSprite, dick & tim & bruce & jason & stephanie, 1.3k Dick’s chest tightened as his lips parted to say something that he’d truly regret. Before a soft pair of lips pressed against his cheek, then disappeared so quickly that Dick was almost sure he’d imagined it. If it weren’t for Bruce’s fractionally wide eyes, Dick would think he had. Slowly, he turned his head to the side. Tim smiled back at him. BATFAM FIC RECS - I WILL DIE ON THE HILL THAT TIM DRAKE’S TRUE LOVE INTEREST IS CONNER KENT AND NOBODY CAN STOP ME, NOT EVEN GOD: ✦ cat tactic of healing by CarrionCarnival, tim/kon, 2.1k Kon finds a moderately sick Tim, and decides that it’s his problem to solve. feline style ✦ In the Corner Taking up Space by Louis_the_Snake, tim/kon & cast, NSFW, 5.1k Tim gets roped into doing a simple modeling gig for Wayne Fashion with some of his siblings and realizes that everyone he knows is way hotter than he is. And the hottest thing about him is his ass. Which ends up plastered in every major city in the U.S. ✦ Thief by rotasha, tim/kon, NSFW, 1.8k Kon walks in on Tim wearing his leather jacket. ✦ only touched you once by distracted_dragon, tim/kon, NSFW, 1.8k Kon decides to tease Tim a little with his TTK. ✦ Missing Words by Violet_Witch, tim/kon & cassie, 6.9k It takes Tim years to realize what’s always been there. ✦ What’s Real and What Isn’t by JpegDotJpeg, tim/kon & bart, 2.3k Kon’s eyes almost glow in the dark, a luminescent blue so vivid Tim almost can’t stand looking at them, though he has a harder time trying to look away from them. “I thought you were having a nightmare or something. Your heart was beating so hard it woke me up.” Tim feels himself a flush. He can’t even sleep without bothering someone else. “Oh,” He replies, voice small. “Sorry. I’m fine, you can go back to sleep.” “You’re shaking,” Kon points out and Tim curses internally. ✦ you taught me the courage of stars before you left by popsunner, tim & kon & bruce & damian & lois & jon & cassie & cast, 6k “He loved you, you know,” She says wistfully, meeting his eyes. Tim looks away. “I loved him too.” “Love.” “What?” “Love,” she repeats. “Not loved. He might be gone, but we don’t love him any less.“ BATFAM FIC RECS - TAKE THE ANGST DIAL, TURN IT UP TO ELEVEN, AND BREAK THE KNOB OFF, THAT’S WHAT I’M HERE FOR: ✦ Arguments with the Recently Deceased by JackHawksmoor, dick & bruce & clark & tim & cast, 7.9k Dick just got back from a lousy, week-long adventure traveling in time. When his ride drops him off at the cave the morning after he left, Dick isn’t expecting to find Bruce in the middle of a complete meltdown. Dick realizes there’s been a mistake- Dick hasn’t been gone six hours, he’s been gone six months, and everyone thinks he’s dead. ✦ Solar Flares by glassofwater, dick & bruce & jason & tim & damian & alfred & cast, 46.1k wip Personhood, noun: the quality or condition of being an individual person. Son, noun: a man regarded as the product of a particular person, influence, or environment. Dick Grayson, noun: oldest son of Bruce Wayne, first son of Batman (i.e., a sum of parts, not a whole) ✦ Starlings in Winter by FromStarstuff, dick & bruce & clark & alfred & cast, 14.3k wip When Dick was eleven years old he ran away from Gotham. No one could quite figure out why. Take your pick; there was a fight at school, a circus in town, and a song he can’t remember the melody of. Eleven-year-old Dick Grayson was flooded with grief, swimming in it, perpetually drowning. One day it was too much. ✦ Going Nuclear by wrsttballplayer, dick & bruce & jason & tim & damian & barbara & cass & steph & alfred, time travel, 15.3k wip Dick looked at his younger self; the way his brow twisted up in so much anger and his was chest heaving with pure vitriol. Dick remembered what fury like that felt like. He remembered the way it burnt in his throat. He used to spew that poison at Bruce all the time, hell even the Titans had gotten the bad end of his temper more than once. And yet, Dick couldn’t place the last time he had been mad like that. Nowadays, all his anger died into withering flames of resignation and compromise more often than not. ✦ Why Is Tim the Only One With Any Tact? by CamsthiSky, dick & tim & wally, 4.1k In which Tim tries to mediate an argument between Dick and Wally. Things don’t go so well. ✦ You Won’t Wake Up Alone by DawnsEternalLight, dick & bruce & jason & tim & damian, 5.2k Dick’s captured and drugged and probably about to die. The last thing he wants to do is die in front of his family, especially not his baby brothers, all he wants is to be with Bruce and feel safe again. ✦ Hold Me Dear and Close to Your Heart by sElkieNight60, dick & bruce & cast, 3.8k Dick Grayson leaves his whole life behind when Bruce Wayne kicks him out. ✦ the flute of your whole existence by LovesFrogs, bruce & dick & jason & tim & damian & alfred, 4.2k He could voice his greatest fears, weaknesses, or most secret dreams at the drop of a hat; all the things he’s never put into words before and keeps tucked close between his ribs. What kind of ammunition is his son going to ask for? What will he make Bruce admit, knowing he is incapable of a lie? ✦ The Kids Are(n’t?) Alright by avengemyheart, dick & bruce & tim & alfred & cast, rape aftermath, 3k Dick saves a young rape victim from his babysitter and in the process reveals his own trauma. The problem? Dick is Batman at the time, and kids are blabber mouths. ✦ Cursed Silence by TheSilencer, dick & bruce & jason & tim & steph & cast, 3.4k Dick Grayson is given a gift - to seal away his emotions. No one has a good time. ✦ Peeking Through the Tunnel Beyond by sElkieNight60, dick & bruce & cast, read the tags, 2.4k Or, Dick Grayson just can’t seem to free himself from his past. And this time, Bruce is there. ✦ soft clocks by dustorange, dick & bruce & damian & jason & tim & alfred & tiger & cast, 35.2k Dick has amnesia during his time at Spyral. The family grapples with finding out he’s alive. Dick grapples with finding out he has a family. ✦ Never Say That by JackHawksmoor, bruce & dick & jason & damian & cast, 9.6k "Calm down, I’m not aiming for anything vital,” Jason said irritably. Batman turned away from the man he’d just floored. “We agreed-” he began sharply. “I didn’t promise anything,” Jason snapped. He lifted his gun, muttering under his breath. “You ought to be grateful, it could be worse-” Or: the Bats have an extremely bad night in Gotham City BATFAM FIC RECS - SOMETIMES YOU JUST NEED TO TAKE ALL THE SERIOUSNESS OUT OF THE ROOM AND STAY SILLY FOR AWHILE: ✦ there but for the grace of god by TheResurrectionist, hal & dinah & ollie & flash & j'onn & bat-kids & young justice & justice league, 3.7k A Justice League fic where everyone argues about who’s the most beautiful and intimidating sexy from the Big Three and everyone has valid points. ✦ The One With The Bat’s Son by Maximum_Quinn, bruce & dick & wally & hal & billy, 3.4k “Batman has seven kids.” Wally blinked. “You’re shitting me.” “Not even a little, I just overheard him and Supes talking.” “Oh my god,” he breathed, staring at Hal incredulously. “You don’t think -?” Hal nodded, slowly and seriously. “Batman could be Captain Marvel’s dad.”

#lumi.txt #dc #batfam #bruce wayne #dick grayson #jason todd #tim drake #damian wayne #cassandra cain #stephanie brown #alfred pennyworth #conner kent #timkon #fic recs #batman fic recs #long post

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amaiaqt · 11 months

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ㅤㅤㅤㅤミㅤhear me outㅤ⋆ ｡˚ㅤ♡ ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤsituations where he felt humiliated while explaining himself ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤwanderer, cyno, kaeya, heizou !

ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ｡ﾟ ⊹ㅤwanderer !ㅤ

(may be considered a little suggestive ???? kuni likes your thighs!! basta yon putek)

in his defense, it's normal for a loving boyfriend to tweet about his partner on his private account, right ? he's just flexing you !

kunxzhi tweeted: "i want to bite [name]'s thighs archons send strength" kunxzhi tweeted: "archons im no soldier im going feral for them"

he stared at his tweet notifications that displayed on your screen as you held your phone up in front of his face, giving him the most 'this you ?' look humanity has ever seen

no, you weren't mad, you were flustered actually. but you're not used to him thinking about you like that, you thought you were the one thinking about him like that

"you wanna like... elaborate, babe ?" you spoke, setting your phone down on the counter as you leaned with one arm against it, the other resting on your hip in a sassy manner, staring him down. at this, kuni got even more nervous, tugging at the collar of his loose tanktop and mustering up a crooked smile

"i uhm..... hehe ?" why the hell did he 'hehe' ?!

ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ｡ﾟ ⊹ㅤcyno !ㅤ

please, he did NOT mean to stare at you so much, his eyes following you like a predator, and you weren't even doing anything

you were just wearing one of his shirts with an apron tied around your waist, circling the kitchen while cooking. it wasn't anything like..... ok maybe because you were wearing his shirt and it was loose so you looked absolutely darling in it, but archons forbid the day he has to admit that

he didn't even realize he was staring until you were waving your hand in front of his face. "cyno ? darling ?" he snapped out of his trance as his lips parted, the words ready to spill out for his response, but he felt the way your hand rested on his chest softly

that hand on his chest, along with the way you looked up at him, he is about to have a meltdown

"cyno ? you've been staring at me for a while now.." "eh...." how does he even explain himself in this situation when there was absolutely no prominent reason he should be staring in the first place ?

ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ｡ﾟ ⊹ㅤkaeya !ㅤ

you've scolded him about drinking on several different occasions by now, and yes, he respects your concerns and he has limited his visits to the local tavern ! but, he needs to let of some steam sometimes

tonight was one of those nights where you allowed him to go to the tavern, giving him a curfew of course

and he arrived on time to his curfew ! just... very messily...

there was a knock on the door, and to your relief, it was your boyfriend ! but, vomiting in the plant bed by the door when you opened up to him knocking. he looked up at you, wiping off his chin as he gave you a guilty, crooked smile. only for you to narrow your eyes and glare at him in return, expectant of an explanation, yet only receiving a nervous chuckle from the male still hunched over on the doorstep

may the anemo archon give you patience to deal with this charming but stubborn man

"you're sleeping on the sofa tonight." "aw love, how cruel !" "you smell." "well, true, but —"

ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ｡ﾟ ⊹ㅤshikanoin heizou ! ㅤ

you two had developed a morning routine that you were both used to. you would make him some food that he can take with him, whether he's leaving for work or personal training, and he would come home at the end of the day with some random trinket and a kiss

but today, he came home with a broken leg. actually, you had to pick him up at work because he couldn't even walk

his eyes glued to the wall or the floor when you stood in front of him, waiting for an explanation that he couldn't give. it wasn't that it was bad, it was just humiliating. but to his dismay, you asked his coworker instead

"did he sprain it while practicing his stunts ?" you questioned one of his office peers, receiving a sympathetic laugh in reply. "it's ironic actually, we thought so too." they replied, making you raise your eyebrow. "then if not from that, what happened ?" "he tripped while walking into the office."

color drained from his face and his dignity dropped to the floor, making a hole for him to crawl into — not actually, but he wished

as you stepped out of the office, carrying him on your back, you planted a kiss to his cheek as he hid his face in your shoulder

"no need to be embarrassed, idiot."

ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ© amaiaqt, 2023 ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ ㅤㅤㅤㅤdo not plagiarize !

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granddaughterogg · 2 months

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Ghost and you having a lil' one night stand in the club

You weaved your wanting fingers into the longer part of his fade, sliding the mask further up.

He stilled your wrists.

"Hey. Hey", he whispered cautiously into the bridge of your nose. "Don't even think about it."

"So...the mask stays on?... Like, all the way?" You inquired breathlessly between nipping at his mouth.

"Yes."

You looked this peculiar man in the eyes, now gleaming with fun, but dark and puzzling nonetheless. What was he hiding? Scars? Being a plain ol' butterface? Facial deformity of some kind?

You examined this thought thoroughly and found out that you don't care.

"All right", you said. "But tell me one thing. Are you Deadpool?"

He snorted softly. "I'm just Ghost."

"Ghost?.."

"Yeah?"

"Kiss me."

And kiss you he did.

Holy fuck, he was so good at this. Even when he let himself loose, abandoning all fuckboy moves in favour of feral lust.

And maybe especially then.

Your tongues entwined in a blind dance, devoid of any rhythm. It was as un-romantic as humanly possible and you liked it that way. That frenzied, rushed approach of his told you that the man was truly starving, losing himself already in this newly acquired flavour, in your feminine warmth. His desperation set your blood ablaze.

Because you were hungry too.

Ghost finally broke contact, but before leaning away he glided his tongue over your half-opened mouth. It was as if he just couldn't part with the taste.

"Hold on...fuck, you're something else." He sighed and put both of your hands around his wide neck.

"Hold tight, love", he cautioned as if you two were boarding a ride.

When you did as told, he grabbed at your ass.

You yelped when his hands pressed into the soft flesh under the thin velvet of your dress. He effortlessly pulled you off the ground and lifted you up.

"Wrap your legs around me", he asked.

You were not a dainty lady. When other guys attempted such stunts, you usually started to fear for their backs. But not for Ghost. This guy was born for heavy-duty activities. You recently watched him sweep the floor with a grown man.

He could take you.

You suspected that he'd carry you out of a battlefield as well.

You wrapped your thighs around his thick waist, crossing your booted legs over the small of his back. You felt his firm core underneath you, covered with a healthy layer of soft flesh. That width of his didn't come just from muscles, and the discovery excited you. You liked your men strong, but not starving.

"That's right..." Ghost slid his large hands under your thighs, tearing another yelp out of you, followed by a stifled moan as he pressed your ass against the nearest wall.

"What are you doing?" you breathed, holding on for dear life.

"Keepin' a promise." That low gritty voice reverberated in your bones.

Right, he had said this earlier. I could pin you to a wall if you ask nicely.

The next moment all thoughts - the very ability to think - drifted away from you, for he glided his tongue across that space behind your ear. You moaned, your head falling back as if electricity had just pierced you. He chuckled into your collarbone and was already going lower, kissing, licking and sucking the sensitive skin of your throat. His tongue felt like a flame.

"Jesus Christ...", you breathed. "You're gonna fuck me like this?"

"If that's what you want".

"I dunno. It's kinda – aah! - uncomfortable..."

You tried really hard to rein your thoughts, but they fell apart while this impossible man held you against a wall.

It felt like being sandwiched between cold wood and a living furnace.

As if trying to make the thought process even harder, Ghost dug his fingers deeper into your buttcheeks, bunching up the fabric. It slid up your thighs, eliciting a high-pitched squeal from you.

"This fuckin' skirt is in the way", he murmured. After some more finagling, he got away with the velvet and stroked at the sheer pantyhose underneath. His long fingers nudged the lacy elastic keeping your stay-ups in place.

"Stockings?" He asked, as if unable to believe his luck.

"Yep", you grinned at him.

" Fuckin' hell."

That came out low and guttural. You felt a sharp tingle within as if someone tugged at a string attached to your core.

That narrow strip of lace awakened something in him. He stepped away from the wall and threw you onto the nearest futon. You landed on your back with legs splayed out, but you didn't have time to collect yourself because he was already on top of you, pressing you to the ground with that huge torso, obscuring the dim light, filling up your whole world. He put his arms over your head and pressed them against the soft surface.

Then he leaned over you and dragged his mouth across your cleavage, biting on the skin on your throat, eliciting another moan, and then he let go. You moaned again, protesting this abandonment.

"I know, love", he murmured into your mouth. "But we need to get rid of your knickers."

This is an excerpt from my ongoing Ghost x reader fic which you shall find HERE :3

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reallyromealone · 8 months

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DAY🎃 TWO 🎃 MARKING - Doma

🎃Warning🎃

Bloodkink, male reader, bottom reader, biting, marking, nsfw, smut, reader calls Doma "husband", did reader go crazy from being with Doma? Probably, slapping

MASTERLIST

Doma loved having his sweet husband pretty in his lap, dressed in just a simple robe the way Doma liked him to be as they relaxed under the moonlight.

Doma loved eating women but god did he love laying with men, specifically his beloved whom he "rescued" from the slayer's and built into his perfect little husband.

"So pretty..." Doma said as he wrote his name on (name)s flesh with his clawed finger, licking the blood with a moan "so beautiful for me.." Doma was obsessed with his husband, never letting others see him as his little treasure was for his eyes only.

Doma set (name) on the ground and grinned "can I play with you my little lotus?" Doma asked already moving the robe to the side as (name) nodded "please husband..." (Name) whispered as domas freezing hands touched his skin gently before his finger nails sliced at his skin, the demon licking Any blood with a moan. (Name) was fully erect as Doma began sucking at (name)s chest like he was starving, gripping the others body tightly as he did so, letting (name) grip at his hair as he let out loud moans.

"H-husband... Can I..." (Name) asked shyly and doma licked at his pulse point, feeling the others heartbeat race against his tongue "what darling? I'm not a mind reader" he teased while his hands rubbed the others nipples while he bit and added hickey after hickey "m-may I... Suck your cock" (name) asked shyly and doma grinned ferally.

(Name) was on his knees as Doma sat in one of his chairs, legs spread as (name) tried to not gag on his cock but he was getting better Doma noted.

(Name) looked focused as he moaned on the others cock "good boy..." Doma said as he moved his hips to feed his cock deeper down the others throat "such a good boy..." Doma was whispering his praise as he slowly fucked the others throat, admiring the teary eyed look.

"Gonna cum soon... Swallow it like a good boy.." Doma said as he pushed (name)s face into his pelvic bone, nose brushing against his blond pubes as he came down the poor man's throat and (name) swallowed it all obediently.

"Ass up head down" Doma said as he dropped (name) onto the grand bed he had gotten for his little human, watching as he moved into position "so pretty for me..." Doma gently groped his ass before raising his hand and slapping it hard and watching it jiggle under the force "and your ass is still nice and loose from earlier..." Doma giggled as he rubbed his cock against (name)s sloppy ass before plunging in with a sick grin.

Doma gripped his hip hard with one hand and slapped his ass with the other as he plowed (name) into infinity "c-close..." (Name) gasped out as his toes curled and fingers gripped the blankets "then cum" Doma commanded and watched as (name) got closer and closer before cumming hard, Doma following after.

Dome wishes he had one of those cameras... Maybe send the slayer's a photo of their beloved friend and his new role as Domas husband.

#kinktober #kinktober 2023 #doma x male reader #doma x reader #demon slayer x male reader.#demon slayer x male reader #demon slayer x reader #smut

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beanghostprincess · 2 months

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I'm gonna shamelessly drop some silly headcanons for the Cross Guild and also Shuggy:

• Shanks absolutely told Mihawk to his face "hey I think you and my boyfriend should hook up"

".... Excuse me?"

"I said you and Blue should hook up! :)"

".................. what percentage is that rum-?"

"I'm not drunk! I just think you'd like him!"

"Shanks. Redhair. I begrudgingly think of you as an acquaintance with whom I am not averse to spending time with, but if you ever insinuate I would "hook up" with a clown of all things, I will sever your other arm and beat you to death with it."

".... hot."

"You need professional help."

• cut to several years later, Mihawk is looking at Buggy, laid out on the ground on his tummy and playing with a baby humandrill. Oh, he thinks, watching Buggy coo and smile, quiet for once, sweet and unfiltered, oh no

• falling in love, for Mihawk, was a gradual decline, slow and steady until he suddenly got kicked off a cliff roadrunner style. He was warming up to the clown, was beginning to see what perhaps Shanks saw in him, was growing begrudgingly fond. Then one day, he happened across Buggy curled over onto a desk late at night, his cartoonishly large red outfit loose around him, drowning his limbs. With a touch of something approaching compassion, he designs to move the other to the couch at the very least, but then he sees Buggy is kneading the spare fabric in his sleep, not unlike a cat. When Mihawk scoops him up, the swordsman almost drops him because humans do not purr, and yet... shit. Shit. The Clown is cute. Who authorized this? Seas damn it all, he owes the Red bastard 250 Berri

• Crocodile resisted love with all the aplomb of a feral koala on crack. He outright REFUSED to fall for a clown, let alone THIS clown in particular. Then Buggy goes and does something absolutely mundane but cripplingly sweet like making his coffee PERFECTLY and then asking about the newest batch of strawberrywanis that just hatched. Croc gets affection aggression and is fuming over how much he wants to kiss this dumbass.

Buggy goes and makes it worse by making a soft comment about having been looking into their care himself out of interest and brings up maybe looking into expanding, what with the 'Wani yield, something Croc has been debating for future endeavors because while the current set up is okay and will remain alright, it won't always be. He is frothing. He is feral. He wants to kiss the clown. Shit. SHIT. How dare he?!

• Buggy is simply Oblivious. He has Shanks (and wowza if that hadn't been nice, seeing his boyenemy again after a highly traumatic experience like prison-and-then-war), and he knows he has a bit of a crush on his new business partners, but there's no way they'll like HIM back. It's simply not a Thing. He'll make do with self indulgent fantasies for now.

• Shanks is across the new world, sipping rum out of a sippy cup and grinning at the denden bc He Knows. He knows damn well that nobody is immune to his baby's charm. Nobody Is Immune To Buggy.

• Luffy wakes from a nap in a cold sweat like "my sand dad is about to kiss my clown mom. Zoro. Zoro wake up your dad is about to fuck my mom. Zoro-"

My favorite thing about Cross Guild falling in love is the inevitable way in which both Crocodile and Mihawk swear on their life they will NOT IN A MILLION YEARS fall for somebody as pathetic and ridiculous as the clown. And yet. And yet, they fall and it is painful to go through and they hate every second of it. But it goes from "I wanna kill him" to "He's okay" to "I guess he is cute" to "I would kill for him" in, like, months. Which for them feels like seconds. And they want to die.

And Buggy is completely oblivious, of course, he thinks they hate him. They are just two neurodivergent men who do not know how to communicate their feelings because they have been on their own for too long. So they are just. They're idiots.

Also, Luffy and Zoro reacting to Bughawk has to be the funniest things in the world-

#cross guild falling slowly for each other is just perfect imo #and they hate every second and i enjoy it so so much #one piece #buggy the clown #dracule mihawk #sir crocodile #cross guild #red haired shanks #shuggy #bughawk #crocbug

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sink-me-in-your-ocean · 8 months

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Equilibrium

Phantom Ghoul x fem!Reader Smut

Summary: (Kinda) Part of a "Choose your own adventure" series in progress, but it works well enough on its own so I thought I would post it now.

WC: 3620

A/N: This one has bewitched me, (feral) body and soul. Fellow Phantom simps, this one is for you, but mostly me.

Content warnings: no plot - only spice, fingering, P in V sex. 18+ only. Minors DNI.

NSFW below the cut.

Your hard fist hit the door three times. Impatience was one of your most prominent traits and you’d be damned if you didn’t hate waiting on somebody else. Especially when that somebody else was the one who had plagued your thoughts for weeks. And at night his name was the one uttered from your lips from your own self-pleasure.

You grabbed the door handle and twisted, discovering much to your chagrin that was unlocked and you had been standing out here all this time. You walk into the room, scanning the space, noting the chill that bit your limbs. Fucking hells it was freezing. Your sisters told you that the ghouls run hot, but it was like a blizzard had hit the room. The room was also, to your dismay, empty of occupants. Maybe he’s not here?

Your ears perked up, hearing water running from an adjoined room. The joints of your fingers started to lock up as you lifted them to the wood of what you assumed was a bathroom door. You knocked, this time feeling a slight pain in your cold hands as you did so.

“Phantom?” You call out just loud enough, dragging out the vowels.

“Hey! You weren’t supposed to come ‘till later!” His voice echoed from inside the closed room, and you heard the water shut off abruptly.

“I can come back if you want.” You offered, giving him an out.

“Hells no!” He opened the door wearing nothing but a white towel.

Your mouth went dry at the sight. It hung low. Dangerously low. But that wasn’t the only thing you noticed. His human glamor was nowhere to be found.

Phantom’s true skin was grey, just the same as you had heard about the other ghouls, but his shoulders and chest had sparse midnight blue clusters of freckles. You marveled at the hard planes of his chest and stomach, at the way the water from the shower still clung to his arms and drenched his mostly-black hair. His signature white streak plastered itself to his forehead and the side of his face, while the rest stuck to his ears and neck. He had two near-black horns protruding from underneath his soggy hair. Finally, you settled your gaze on his face, his fangs slightly poked out through his parted lips. His beauty mark was also visible on his left cheek, several shades darker against the grey tones of his skin.

A half-smile spread on your face as you noticed his beauty spot, and you fought the urge to reach up and touch his cheek.

“Like what you see?” He cocked his head to the side, making you grin wider. It was truly no wonder why you were so drawn to him. In his human form he was cute… but as a ghoul? Strikingly handsome. Nine hells you wanted to kiss him.

“Maybe I do.”

“Set in your choice?”

“Maybe I am.” You nibbled your bottom lip, tempted to rake your gaze over Phantom’s body again.

Instead, you walked past him and into the bathroom, leaning yourself over the vanity to feign checking yourself out. You mostly just needed a break from looking at him half-naked. “My darling ghoul,” you called absently, “you’re not wearing your glamor. Sister Imperator would not be pleased, I wouldn’t want to tell on you, but…”

He looked down at himself, “Oh shit, you’re right.” He shrugged, “I thought you were going to change your mind or something. Figured it wouldn’t matter too much either way if I just ‘let it all hang out’ so to speak.”

“No, no, I just wanted to tell you so you could change back.” You played with your hair, tucking back a few strands that had come loose from your braid.

“Well, I can if you want me to. Do you?”

You opened your mouth to answer but he cut you off.

“Wait, did you just call me ‘my darling’?” Your eyes flicked back to him through the mirror, heart temporarily quivering as he repeated your words back to you.

You regained your composure before his teasing look could disarm you further. “That’s what you heard out of me talking?”

He advanced on you suddenly, barely giving you enough time to turn around to face him. You backed up against the counter top, your spine arching as you shrunk back, and your fingernails digging into the underside of the cold marble. His arms came down on either side to trap you in place.

There was a mix of anticipation and cockiness in his expression, “You like me, don’t you?”

“Phantom, it’s a wonder why Sister Imperator doesn’t consult you for logistics.” He made a face, clearly missing your sarcasm, and you liked him even more for it. “Of course I like you. I wouldn’t be here if not.”

A shy smile ghosted across his lips, and you caught another glimpse of those fangs. You filled the silence by speaking again, “Well? Don’t just leave me hanging.”

“I like you too.” His admission was softer than a feather but weighed as much as concrete.

You stifled a knowing smile, “Yeah?”

“Yeah, I do.”

“You’re a little trickster then.” You cocked your head, “you had me thinking I was the only one.”

His smile matched yours, “I’m surprised you didn’t figure it out sooner, for a while there I thought I’d burst into flames because you kept giving me those eyes.” You laughed at that, knowing full well what he meant, and he continued, “And just so you’re well aware, there’s nothing about me that’s little.”

“Oh, you nasty ghoul.”

“Yes?”

Your eyes narrowed, “You lured me in here on purpose, didn’t you?”

“Hard to say, really,” you watched, hypnotized as his tongue wet his bottom lip and then he leaned in close. “But that’s not the only thing that’s hard.” His breath coasted along your neck and goosebumps raised along the path, as if your skin was subconsciously reaching for him. You felt his lips barely hovering by the shell of your ear, causing a stirring sensation that shot through your entire body.

You shoved at his chest playfully and he smirked at you, both of you knowing where this is going. You felt a fluttering in the pit of your stomach and finally allowed yourself to reach your hand up, brushing the white and black, slightly air-dried, hair away from his face. No more hesitation. Something inside you gave you the gumption to raise up on your tiptoes and kiss him. You planted a single smooch on his lips, closing your eyes as you did.

You drew back, studying his features. He was so still, his eyes scrunched closed in a combination of tension and serenity.

“Phantom?”

He opened his eyes, his dark gaze devouring you. The air in the room changed and all ambient sound seemed to have been sucked into a void. You couldn’t look away from him. Afraid for a half of a second that maybe he didn’t like the kiss, you opened your mouth to allow the doubt to pour out. But you never got a single syllable out before his hands were on your face, tilting your head up to kiss you.

His mouth met yours in a breath-stealing kiss. Your hands immediately laced through his damp hair, touching the sides of his face, his neck, pulling him in closer. You parted your lips slightly on the next kiss and he used it to his advantage, his tongue swiping ever so lightly between your lips to taste you. You open your mouth more, allowing him full access. Feeling his tongue brush yours made you lightheaded.

Phantom grabbed your waist, pulling you flush against him. He tilted his head slightly, deepening the kiss. The hunger shared between the two of you felt as though it had been building for years, your entire life even. A tickle on the back of your thigh made you jump, opening your eyes and breaking the kiss for a moment.

He huffed a laugh, “Sorry, my tail seems to have a mind of its own sometimes.”

“It’s okay,” you kissed him again, “I like it.” You brazenly reached around his waist to feel the base of his tail. He jerked involuntarily towards you and you felt his hard length pressing against your abdomen. How that towel was holding up you had no idea.

Touching, tasting, breathing him in, it wasn’t enough. You needed so much more. Your core ached in a way that silenced all thoughts of self-doubt and modesty.

Your hands moved up his back, feeling his warm skin and the tight muscles underneath. He unzipped the back of your dress, and you felt it fall open, the air and his hands touching your bare skin underneath.

“No bra?” He said, sliding your dress down while moving into a crouched position in front of you.

“Hm.” You purse your lips, drawing it out, “That’s not all.”

He made a sound like you’d imagine a Victorian man seeing a woman’s ankles. Astonished but intrigued. “No underwear?”

You shrugged, “Surprised? I thought I could just ‘let it all hang out’, or however you put it so eloquently.”

Phantom stared up at you, trying to hide a smile, and you could see a color creeping up over his cheeks. Could a ghoul even blush? He giggled lightly, shaking his head at you in what seemed like amazement.

He helped you step out of the dress, his eyes sweeping over your naked frame, drinking all of you in. Phantom rose slowly and his long fingers trailed up the inside of your legs. The calluses of his fingertips tickled, making you twitch slightly as they neared where you wanted to feel him the most. His right hand moved around to your waist, the other hesitated between your legs, just an inch or so from your core.

“Sit.” He commanded. You obeyed, your ass meeting the countertop, your legs parting on their own accord in silent invitation.

“Please, Phantom, touch me.”

“As you wish.”

You inhaled sharply as his middle finger swiped through your folds, dragging languidly in the wetness there. He let out a needy noise, leaning down to breathe you in, kissing and sucking your neck. You wanted him so badly, and now that he could feel that, the implication made you even more weak for him.

His middle and ring fingers dragged again through your wetness, lingering for a moment before pressing inside you.

You cried out at the intrusion, wincing slightly. It had been so long since you had a partner, and still your fingers never made you feel like this. Phantom knew all the right moves, drawing in and out at a steady pace. His fingers felt exquisite as they lazily fucked your slick cunt. And when his thumb pressed lightly against your clit, you whined his name. Suddenly you needed to see him exposed too, because if just his fingers made you feel so good then…

“You won’t be needing this.” You pulled his towel off his body, baring him before you. Your eyes widened at the size of him. Fuck. Your mouth salivated at the sight of his long, hard cock. You couldn’t stare too long, as his lips moved from their place on your neck and collarbone back to your lips.

Each kiss, every touch was hotter than the last, igniting the two of you. He was burning up. He felt perfect against your ice cold skin. Like a day of sun in the middle of a desolate winter.

You had half a mind to beg him to fuck you on the counter, and it’s like he knew were about to speak, because he interrupted your thought with an even more tantalizing suggestion.

“Can I fuck you in the shower?”

You moaned, his fingers curling inside you deliciously, “What do we say when we want something, darling ghoul?”

He groaned, his hand moving from your waist to the nape of your neck. He gathered your braid and yanked sharply, exposing more of your neck for him to lavish. “Fuck,” he uttered between bites along your soft skin, “can I please take you in the shower?”

“Yes.” Your word was barely out of your mouth when he planted another fierce kiss to your lips. His fingers left you empty as he helped you off the counter. You would have followed him anywhere at that moment, anything to get him touching you again.

He took you by one hand and walked towards the shower with you, kissing you every step of the way until your feet hit the slick stone of the shower floor. He gave your hands a squeeze to turn around and turn the water on. You smirked at seeing his cute butt, his tail protruding from just above. You were filled with the sudden urge to bite him when a large waterfall nozzle poured water out from above the two of you, bringing you back out of your thoughts.

Phantom turned to face you again, and all the sustenance in the world couldn’t quench the hunger in his eyes. Your adrenaline spiked then - or maybe it was the momentarily cold water splashing on your feet. Maybe it was the anticipation of knowing that you were finally living the fantasy you had wanted for so long.

He pressed you against the tiled wall of the shower, the now warm water flowing down providing sweet relief for your chilled naked body. Your back was cold against the tile, so you wrapped your arms around the back of his neck to pull him closer. For warmth.

The two of you shared a series of messy kisses, your lungs suffocating from the intense lack of air as steam circled you. He closed the open space between your bodies quickly, his strong hand taking hold of your right leg and lifting it up to meet his waist. Once there, you were just one slight move from being as close together as you could possibly be. The head of his cock nudged at your opening, and you felt yourself instinctively clench with want. The water from the shower did a great job making your whole body wet, but you were dripping with need for him.

“Are you sure you want to do this?”

Your gaze moved up to his. Phantom’s dark eyes were clouded with lust, but wavered in slight trepidation. He was serious, wanting your full consent before going any further. For a beat, your heart stuttered in your chest, knowing there would be no going back if you two did this. You couldn’t say no, though, there was something primal in you that screamed with demand. He was the only one you wanted, and you wanted him desperately.

Heart still pounding, you reached up to touch his cheek and pulled him down into a passionate kiss. You broke the kiss to give him your answer, “Yes, yes Phantom, I want you.”

He nodded, eyes flicking over your face to search for any hits of doubt. Satisfied with your sincerity, he nuzzled his face into your neck, breathing you in deeply as he pulled you in. His cock pressed inside you with ease, meeting no resistance. You bit back a moan, teeth sinking into your bottom lip so hard you tasted iron on your tongue. If kissing him for the first time was ecstasy, feeling him inside you for the first time was oblivion.

“Oh fuck.” Your foreheads pressed together and you exhaled heavily as he sheathed himself inside you.

It was like a switch had flipped, you two went from frantic grasping and fevered kisses to slow, intentional movements. His right hand cradled the back of your head as he thrust into you with a deep rhythm that made your stomach tighten. He raised your right leg up higher so you were on your tiptoes, trying to press further inside you.

The water from the shower head cascaded down your skin in rivulets, adding a tickling sensation over your breasts and your stomach as it trickled over you. It felt like something out of a fucking romance novel. The heat, the chill, the need, the gratification; a perfect equilibrium.

His hand grabbed greedily at your left thigh, “I need you closer.”

A feather of a laugh lifted the corners of your lips, “I don’t think that’s possible.” You kissed him again, sucking his bottom lip into your mouth and biting it. He growled, fangs jutting out to try to bite you back. You moved your face away, seeing the playfulness in his pitch-dark eyes mixed with something mischievous.

“It is.” That was the only warning he gave before he lifted you up effortlessly off the floor. Your legs wrapped reflexively around his waist and you gasped at the sensation of weightlessness.

You felt a furious blush burn over your face and neck, flustered at the ease with which he picked you up. Flushed at the way his cock bottomed out inside you fully. Your walls tightened from the additional intrusion, and you moaned into his mouth. Your lips collided together in a series of heady open-mouthed kisses, becoming a mess of teeth, tongues, and fangs.

Your hands tangled themselves perfectly in his drenched hair and you rested your head against the tile to get a good look at him.

His dark brows were drawn together, and he had the look of utmost concentration and pleasure on his face as he drove into your heat. There was a deepening of the color on his cheeks again, a soft blush. He adjusted his hands from your thighs to have one arm firmly around your back, the other hand holding the roundness of your ass. Phantom’s eyes were turned down, and you followed where he was looking.

You let your gaze drift down, admiring again his toned, hard body against your soft, squishy one. When you looked all the way down to where you two were joined, watching and feeling everywhere each and every thrust of his cock inside you, you felt like you would melt.

It was all so intimate, too intimate for your first time together. Seeing his true form, being held so tightly in his arms, fuck, he had you. He had you so well. And the way he felt inside of you was divine. Like you were made for each other.

Your body burned, your muscles trembled, your jaw twitched. Phantom tightened his hands on your waist and back, his claws scratching at your supple skin while his teeth and tongue took turns with your neck. His tail snaked up and twisted around your ankle, locking you further in place as if you’d run away on your own. You couldn’t even think of being apart from him. You never wanted him to leave your body.

As if the passion in the moment wasn’t enough, he reached a hand between you two, finding your clit and rubbing slow circles. You keened, bucking your hips forward, trying to grind harder against him, but he was in full control, holding you steady while he increased his rhythm. You felt a tension building in your abdomen, and you closed your eyes tightly, trying to resist your impending orgasm. You didn’t want to come yet, you wanted to draw it out more, but the added pressure on your clit from his thumb was butchering your resolve. Your breathing increased, every exhale punctuated by a whine as you felt yourself getting closer, and closer.

He noticed your futile writhing in his arms, “Are you going to come for me, pretty girl?”

You mewled, “Yes - but I want you to -” you couldn’t finish the sentiment, incoherent babbling becoming all you could muster. You were so close.

“You want me to? Where do you want me to come?”

“Inside me -” Your legs tensed, your abdomen tensed, your whole body locking up as your pussy clenched around him. You could no longer breathe or think.

“Fall apart for me, only me.” He kissed your neck, sucking on the skin there before drawing back. “Look into my eyes, sweet girl.”

You did, his near-black irises melted you from the inside. That taught string that had been holding you snapped, sending you spiraling. Your mouth fell open and a moan tore its way from your throat. He planted his lips to yours as you shattered in his arms.

His hands both moved up to your shoulders, pulling you down hard onto his cock as he drove himself as deep within you as possible. You felt him twitching inside you, warmth spreading as he came for you.

You stay there for a minute, your breathing returning slowly to a normal cadence as the water continues to run over the both of you. You were wholly grateful for his inhuman strength; Phantom held you like you weighed nothing. He put one hand under your rear and the other came up to your face, his thumb stroked your bottom lip. His fingers caressed your chin, tilting you up and into one final searing kiss to seal your shared passion.

“Can you stand?” He withdrew himself from you and moved to gently place your legs back down on the stone floor.

“I - I think so.” Your stubborn legs wanted to give out, all your body wanted to do was collapse in a heap.

He offered you his hand, helping steady you. “Want to get cleaned up? I mean, we might as well since we’re already in the shower.”

“Yes,” you answered, before playfully adding, “please.”

“What am I going to do with you?” He whispered, kissing your forehead as you both relaxed in the steady stream of water.

#the band ghost #the band ghost x reader smut #the band ghost x reader #phantom ghoul #phantom ghoul x reader #phantom ghoul smut #phantom ghoul x reader smut #aeon ghoul

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allocnddits · 4 months

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Hiii

Do you think you could do taking a shower (with the driver of your choice) and it’s not sexual at first but when reader starts washing her tits he goes feral?

heyyy, here it is. tho the actual smut in this is short and kinda shit i hope you enjoy it at least a little bit. <3

“Nooo! Get out, right now.” Yuki knocked on the bathroom door. He had been out for a run and just gotten back, he felt sticky and smelly from sweat and needed a shower. “Baby, i’m so disgusting right now, i need a shower. Please, let me go first”

“No, Yuki, you said we were going out for dinner, need time to wash and dry my hair” you said from the other side of the door.

“Just let me in then, we can shower together, please. I’ll be quick and i’ll leave you.”

You opened the door for him, already naked, and walked back into the shower, closing the glass door behind you. You watched him get undressed, he was in fact very sweaty, the shirt clinging to his back as he pulled it off.

“Can you stop staring for a second?” he chuckled shyly as if you hadn’t seen him naked a thousand times before. You rolled your eyes and turned to the wall, finally letting the water flow down your body. Yuki got in right after, giving you a quick kiss to the lips. “Love you”

“I love you too, so much” you smiled, throwing your arms around his neck and pulling him in under the shower. You both giggled as the water make its was through your kiss.

You pulled away first, reaching for your shampoo as yuki got himself wet. He was indeed very quick with his shower, seeing that when you were doing your second round of shampoo he was already washing off the soap off his body. He gave you a light peck in the lips before stepping out of the shower. Yuki pulled his towel from the hook and dried his hair quickly before wrapping it around his waist, when he turned back to the shower he saw you washing yourself with your loofa, dragging it down your legs, then up your bum, to your arms and finally to your chest. Your boyfriend went feral was he watched the soap create a lather over your boobs before you washed it off, revealing your hard nipples from the cold water.

“enjoying the view?” you tease, watching him nod with his lips behind his teeth “Get back in then”

He walked back in, turning off the shower and pushing your back against the wall, he kissed you intensely, the way he moved his lips and tongue translated into nothing else than need. He then left your lips to go down your neck and make his way to your chest. Yuki had always been obsessed with your boobs, them in a bra, in sweet lacy lingerie, loose under a shirt of his but mostly when they’re in his hands, nipples poking his palm, that was his favorite thing in the word. His lips wrapped around your nipple, tongue sliding against it as his left hand grabbed the other one, massaging it between his fingers.

Yuki’s other hand ran down your body, meeting your slit and letting his fingers slide between your folds. They danced around your lips for a while before he pushed them inside you. Yuki had been a giver first and taker second since the beginning of your relationship and, as much as you were enjoying the way his fingers fucked up into you, you had grown impatient as you felt his hard cock press onto your thigh.

“Baby, please, just fuck me” he nodded against your tit, pulling away with a bite on your nipple.

Your boyfriend flipped you around, making you face the wall and pulled your ass back so you felt him behind you. Your hands rested on the wall as he penetrated you slowly, because of the shower washing away your wetness you felt him burning against your lips as he pushed himself in. One of his hands dropped to your clit as soon as he started thrusting and the other make its way to your chest.

“Fuck, baby, so good” you moaned to his ear after your head fell back to his shoulder, your hand reaching for his wet hair and tugging on it. Yuki had set a restless pace to his hips, his thighs hitting the back of yours as you both groaned in each other’s ears.

He threw your leg over his forearm, making it easier for him to reach your clit, now having more control of his movements. Your hands were grasping at any part of him that you could reach, hair, shoulders, waist or arms, you just needed to fist something to keep yourself grounded and not cum too soon. But it was useless, in minutes you were on the edge, moaning uncontrollably.

“Yuki, gonna cum, so close” you sighed.

“If you cum right now, i’m cumming with you” he revealed he was also on the edge.

“Yeah, baby, please, inside, yeah? Come inside me, Yuki” the last syllable of his name coming out as a moan as you spasmed around him, feeling the knot in your stomach snap. Within seconds his orgasm followed yours, filling you with his sperm.

“Shit, baby, you were amazing” he groaned as he pulled out of you, watching as his cum dripped down your cunt.

“Me?” you turned around to face him “You did all the work”

“I’m sure standing there and being hot is a lot of work too” he smiled.

“It is actually, very tiring” you said, resting your head on his shoulder.

“Let’s get out of here then”

“No” you groaned “need to finish”

“You’re not done yet?” you shook your head against his neck. He did wait for you to finish it and let you condition his hair after convincing him that it was too dry.

#yuki tsunoda #yuki tsunoda x reader #yuki tsunoda smut #f1 #a writes

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strang3lov3 · 11 months

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Congratulations on 2K!!! You are amazing and you deserve all of the love!!!💜💜 I am so happy I found your account!

I have a joel request hehe😉

Reader is sleeping next to joel and she starts having a wet dream about him. He hears her and makes her dream come to life. ( basically any kind of somnophilia with Joel makes me feral)

love u bye

thank you non! love this idea. i really appreciate your support, i hope you enjoy this smutty little story

Sleeping Beauty

Joel Miller x Reader

Warnings: soft dom! joel, smut, one bed!, oral f receiving, rough smut, unprotected piv, dubcon (somnophilia), very loosely proofread

Word Count: 2.3k

A/N: my first kinda drabble for my 2k follower celebration! woohoo! if you have any requests, please feel free to send em! doing this all week to celebrate all of my lovely readers and supporters

dont forget to leave me a comment or reblog if you enjoyed! i love you all!

“Fuck, Joel,” you moan into the pillows. His head is between your thighs, devouring you with unmatched power and intensity. He’s taking his time with you, fucking you slowly with his mouth, watching you melt into a puddle as his tongue disappears further and further into your wet heat.

“Taste so good f’me, sugar. So fuckin’ good,” he pulls away for a second to kiss his sweet praises into your thigh. You whine at the loss, grasping at his salt and pepper curls. You’re a mess beneath him, the hot skin of your thighs trembling and glimmering with a mixture of your juices. His sweat, your sweat. Your sweet arousal, his spit.

“Please, don’t stop. Need you-need your tongue,”

“Impatient, are we?” he teases. “You take what I give you, baby.”

“Stop it,” Joel scolds you through a whisper-yell. He’s regretting his choice to share a bed with you. Your wiggling and rustling is relentless.

You, Joel, and Ellie all stopped in an abandoned motel to get some sleep. Most of the rooms were filled with rubble or water damage, except for two. Ellie had already claimed the single room, leaving you and Joel to share the other. It held two beds, both you and Joel each picking one. No problem, right?

Wrong.

It was the dead of winter, and Ellie was freezing in her room. So she did what any asshole teenage menace would do, and stole your blanket.

“Ellie!” you hissed. “Give that back!”

“No. I’m cold,”

“So what am I supposed to do, then?”

“Just snuggle Joel,” Ellie smirked as if she were concocting a diabolical plan and then watching it come to life.

Your cheeks went bright red as Joel looked to you, then to Ellie. “Ellie,” he grumbled sternly. “Give it–”

“Have fun snuggling!” She chirped as she ran out the door and shut it behind her, your blanket in her hands.

You shivered a bit, staring sadly at your measly sheet on the bed. There was no way in hell Joel would ever let you–

“Go on, get in,” he motioned towards the bed with an impatient and annoyed expression painting his features. “I ain’t snugglin’ ya.”

“Yeah, I’m not either,” you spoke through a yawn, trying to mask your excitedness. You’d be lying if you said you hadn’t wanted this. The sun was just about to set, the last sliver of orange daylight seeping in through the windows quickly disappearing. You situated yourself in the bed, Joel following suit. He was stiff as a board next to you, as far on his side of the bed as he could be without falling off the edge.

You couldn’t get to sleep. Neither could he. In truth, you were both too cold to even get tired. You lay shivering, curling your freezing toes and fingers into yourself, tucking into a ball to conserve heat.

He must have been cold too, because the next thing you knew, Joel wrapped his body around yours. His soft tummy pressed into your back, his strong arm wrapped around your torso and held you close. “Don’t tell Ellie,” he grumbled.

You fell asleep within minutes.

Joel, on the other hand, did not. He laid next to you as you wiggled against him, your ass grinding on his cock as you tried to get closer and closer to his body’s warmth. His cock was growing harder with each wiggle of your hips.

“God bless it, quit your squirmin’,” he hisses. “Movin’ too damn much.”

You make a noise, somewhere in between an exhale and a moan. You wiggle your hips again, wrapping your arms around his.

He says your name, scolding you. But you don’t hear, you’re off in your own head dreaming your limbs intertwined with Joel’s, his tongue and fingers pulling whimpers and cries from your body.

“Joel,” you whisper, flipping over and pulling him close. You nuzzle your head into his neck and pull one of his legs between your thighs, unconsciously squeezing and grinding on him.

“Hush,” he quiets you in annoyance. “You’re driving me up a fuckin’ wall, honey.”

Joel adjusts in your embrace, his thigh pressing into your pussy. “Just like that,” you gasp.

“Huh?”

“Oh, Joel,” you breathe, your hot breath tickling his neck. You kiss and nip at his skin, pull him closer. “Need you, your tongue,” And then,

Oh.

You’re dreaming, he realizes. And not just dreaming, you’re grinding yourself on him, whispering his name, begging for his tongue. His cock is straining against his jeans, begging for release.

He knows it’s wrong, he should wake you up. But the thought of tasting your sweet pussy…

“Please,” you beg.

“I’ll take care of you sweetheart, I’ve got you,” he whispers as he unbuttons your pants and pulls them down in one swift motion, along with your panties. He situates himself between your legs and quickly stuffs your panties into his jacket pocket, before dipping one of his thick fingers into your dripping cunt. “Fuckin’ drippin’ for me, honey. Need my tongue, s’that right?”

You only mumble in response, your legs spreading wider for him. You grasp at his shoulders, his hair, anything to pull him where you need him most.

Joel pulls you close to him, pressing sloppy wet kisses first to your thighs and then to your cunt. He dips his tongue between your lips, letting the sweet and musky taste of your slick cover his tongue.

“Taste so fuckin’ good, honey. Love this pussy,”

You whine softly, bucking your hips into his mouth as his tongue explores every inch of your velvet soft folds. He loves how you taste, how you unravel underneath him. The way you pull him closer, desperately chasing your high. Your soft whimpers and cries.

Joel looks up at you for a second, your brows are knit together and your closed eyes are fluttering. He pushes two thick fingers deep inside your hole, fingertips petting that spongy spot inside you. He wraps his lips around your swollen clit, tongue teasing the sensitive bud. You melt in his mouth, and in moments you’re coming on his tongue, your wetness flooding his mouth and dripping into his hand.

You awaken with your orgasm, your eyes widening when you realize Joel’s between your legs, kissing and nipping at your thighs, licking up the mess you’ve made in your slumber. You open your mouth in shock, Joel quickly covers it with his hand. You can smell your arousal on his fingers.

“There she is, sleepin’ beauty,” he smirks proudly. “You know, all y’had to do was ask if you wanted me to make you come, honey.”

Your cheeks heat in embarrassment, you quickly try to shut your legs closed. Joel catches your movement and holds them open, his fingers digging into your thigh a little too painfully.

“Joel,” you start, your voice small. You struggle against him, trying to hide your most intimate area. Not that it matters, Joel was already tongue deep inside you.

“Don’t hide from me now, honey. I know you’ve been dreamin’ about me,”

You freeze, unsure of what to say, what to do. Maybe you’re still dreaming, you hope.

“M’not tryna embarrass you, sweetheart. It’s natural,” he coos, his fingers walking up your thighs and just before your pussy, he’s playing with your tuft of curls. “Poor thing, s’that why I hear you cryin’ for me late at night? Been havin’ dirty dreams about me?”

You whimper, nodding furiously.

“What do ya dream about, sweet girl?”

You shift a little, his pointer finger tracing lazy circles into your clit. If you weren’t so worked up, you’d be humiliated by the situation. You should be humiliated.

“You,” you whine.

“Me how?”

You groan in irritation. “Fuck, your tongue. Your cock. All of you,” you whisper.

“Mhm. And what am I doin’ to you?”

“You, you kiss me. And you f-fuck me,” you admit. You’re bucking your hips into him, needing more than loose circles on your clit.

“Makin’ me blush,” Joel teases you. It’s dark, but you can see the mischievous glint in his dark eyes. You feel him smirk against your quivering thighs. “I like that you’ve been thinkin’ about me like this. How long?”

You moan, unable to form words. Your chest is heaving up and down in anticipation, your heartbeat like thunder in your ears. “Fuck, I dunno. Forever,”

“Forever?” Joel asks, his voice feigning sincerity. “That’s an awful long time. You think about me when you touch yourself?”

“Joel,” you exhale, swallowing thickly.

“Do you?”

“Every time,” you rasp.

“Shoot, poor thing. Just need a real man to fuck you, don’t you? You don’t know what you’re doin’ with all this,” he pushes his fingers back inside you, punching his fingers up at a tantalizingly slow pace. “I can take care of you, fuck ya real nice. Just say the magic word.”

“God, yes. I need you, Joel,” you breathe, your voice hungry and desperate. You’re pushing your hips further into him, begging him to give you more.

“Magic word, baby. Where are your manners?”

You’re growing increasingly frustrated, tears filling in your eyes and threatening to fall down your cheeks.

“Say please,” he instructs you, stopping his motions inside of you. “Say ‘Please, Joel. Please fuck me’,”

“Please fuck me, Joel,” you repeat, loudly. You can’t take it anymore, you need him with every fiber of your being.

“Shh,” he hushes you. “Wasn’t so hard, hm?”

You shake your head no and he pulls back, pulling his cock out of his jeans. He flips you over on your tummy, shoves your chest down with his hand and pulls your ass up. Using one hand, he caresses the soft and wet skin of your pussy. With the other, his thumb, pointer, and middle fingers loosely holding his stiff member, he notches his tip in your leaking hole, then pushes into you unceremoniously. Hard and fast and hitting you deep inside, just how you’ve dreamed. The stretch hurts you, but you don’t care. You love it.

“Fuck, thank you,” you cry. “Thank you, thank you!”

“Such a good girl for me, usin’ your manners. Gonna take real good care of this pussy for ya,” Joel promises you. He’s hovering above you, hiking your shirt up your chest to pinch and twist at your hardened nipples. You gasp at his touch, arching your back into him.

You’re at a loss for words, in disbelief this is even happening. Your heart jumped at the idea of snuggling Joel just hours ago, and now he’s behind you, inside of you, fucking you like you always fantasized.

The bed squeaks and creaks with every powerful thrust he delivers you. He’s so raw, radiating power and pure sex above you.

“Fuck, you needed this, know you did,” he whispers. “You love this cock, don’t you?”

“Yes, Joel. S’perfect, you’re perfect,” You love the way he’s fucking you, how deep and hard he thrusts into you. You wish you could see him, his face contorted in pleasure, furrowed brow.

He’s grunting behind you, letting out a moan every so often. He inhales through his teeth, you feel his balls slapping against your pussy. A deliciously sinful feeling.

You’re a mess. A complete and utter mess. Hair tangled, back arched. Whimpers and cries falling off of your tongue. Joel loves you like this, you’re his. All his.

“You think about coming on this cock? Hm?” he asks you through exhales. When you don’t answer, he slaps your ass lightly. “I asked you a question.”

“Yes, please. Need to come, need you,”

“Keep makin’ those pretty noises for me,” he commands. “Wanna hear you cryin’ for me, just like you always do.”

“Please, please, need you to make me come, need to come,” you’re frantic, chasing your high.

“Say my name, darlin’. Ask me nice,” You wonder how Joel can stay so composed, so demanding. Your head is nothing but fog, but it seems he’s calculated every last detail about tonight. You’re his, you’re going to do what he wants, how he wants. “Come on now.”

“Please make me come, Joel. Please,”

“There’s my girl. So fuckin’ good to me, honey,” Joel wraps an arm around you, fingers quickly finding your clit. A few tight circles is all it takes before you’re whimpering, quivering, crying out in ecstasy. Joel forces you up, your back pressing into his firm torso. With one hand between your thighs, he covers your mouth with the other to muffle your filthy noises.

Joel fucks you for a few moments longer, his thrusts are sloppy and feverish. With one, two, three deep and hard movements, he spills into you. His moans are choked and his voice gravelly as he paints your insides with ropes and ropes of his hot seed. He pulls out of you quickly, dragging you down with him on the bed.

Both of you panting, he hovers over you to kiss your forehead, then your cheeks, the tip of your nose and your chin, then finally, your lips.

“What was that for?” you ask. His kisses are so tender, a stark juxtaposition to the way he just mercilessly fucked you.

“Said you dream of kissin’ me,” he mumbles plainly, like the answer is oh so obvious. He pulls you into his embrace, still trying to catch his breath.

“Oh,” is all you mumble. Your head is spinning, still trying to process tonight’s events.

“Sweet dreams, sleepin’ beauty. Wake me up if you need anything,” he whispers, giving you one last kiss on your cheek. “Anything.” he reiterates, pinching your ass. You smirk to yourself, you know what he means.

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yanderehsr · 9 months

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platonic Yandere star rail where the reader is a teen and ran away from home, only to basically be adopted by another set of parents/ just one parent since they are a street kid now. Now their bio parents and new parent/s have to fight for custody and the readers love all the while reader is hissing at people.

(sorry if it doesn’t make since, I am still learning English and your blog has been a huge help keeping me motivated)

No problem, english ain't my main language either😄

Trigger Warning: Yandere, Obsessive behaviour, Possessive behaviour

Herta: She finds interest with you, you don't annoy or bore her like other people, for these simple reasons she is adopting you, it wouldn't have mattered if you still lived with your parents or not, she is interested and that makes you hers.

You act feral, hissing and attacking people at a coins drop, but this is only more endearing to Herta, you are unique, she just wants to controll your life, make every choice, all without you loosing who you are. She doesn't see you as an experiment but it sure will feel like it is.

The court case is an insult, as soon as Herta steps inside she knows she has already won. People practically worship her, on top of that she is way too smart, it takes less than a minute before she comes out with adoption papers

"See, wasn't that easy. Now stop struggeling and let's go home"

Bronya/Seele: After the fight with Cocolia they settled down, sure they had fights every now and then but they were happy. There was one problem, they felt like there was something missing, like there was a position to fill out, and that is when they met you.

Bronya reaches out a hand to you, she is only tring to help you but then she got a good look at you, you were adorable, of course, that was what she and Seele was missing, a child. And you were the perfect one.

Bronya has to convince Seele, which isn't hard, she likes the way you act feral, hissing and trying to hit anyone who comes within two feet of you. So good luck, both of them are protective as all hell, adding to that, Bronya is Clingy and Seele is Possessive, you wont ever escape.

Court case, what court case, Bronya is the leader, the top dog. She simply walks in and she has won, she could tell the judge to do a wheelie and he would probably do it. So no, your parents don't even get to make a case.

"You are now our child, and as our child we want you to be safe"

"And what she means with that is, no going outside, no friends and no disobedience, understood"

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delilahcalicocat · 1 month

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♠︎•~Sweetheart~•♣︎

{Rating: Smut}

{Warnings: Unprotected Sex, Rough Sex, Choking Kink, Oral Sex, mentions of crying, Use of Handcuffs and a Gag, Swearing, Hair pulling, Master/Princess Dynamic, Mentions of Blood/Injury}

{Pairing: Cody Rhodes x Fem!Reader}

♥︎《Summary: Y/N is in for it after Cody gets attacked by the Rock on Smackdown, She knows she'll have to be carried out of the house tomorrow..》♥︎

It was 8:17pm, Cody had just finished his segment. The rock had come out and cracked his face, his nose was bloody. Y/N sat backstage in Cody's Locker room.

Awaiting her beloved boyfriend.

He whipped open the door with Force, the title falling off his shoulder

"Let's go you little slut. Master needs to release some anger." He said, Dragging you towards the exit by the wrist.

You had a hold of his title in your left hand while he dragged you by your right wrist.

He for a lack of a better word, hurried you into the car.

As you sat in the passenger seat, you looked around the front of the car. You noticed Cody's Knuckles turning a bone white color from how hard he'd been gripping the wheel. You decided to of course, let your hand wander to his thigh, squeezing it a little

"Not now Sweetheart, I want to stay focused on the road." He spoke

You decided to keep going, letting your hand travel to his boxers this time. At the red light, he decided to look at you.

You'd never acted like this before, but here you were. Literally sucking his cock at a red light in a car.

You tried to keep yourself hidden from other drivers, but you also didn't want to make Cody loose focus on the road. Since this was a risky game you were playing..

He would occasionally at every other red light, place his hand on your head. Grabbing handfuls of your (H/C) Hair.

"Fuck.. just like that princess.." He said, watching you Bob your head up and down

Right at the red light to turn, he came. You sat back up, and fixed your hair and he adjusted himself.

You sat with your head out the window for a few minutes since you needed a little breather after the stunt you just pulled..

"Sorry for how The rock acted.. Sir..." You spoke quietly

"You don't need to apologize princess, it's not your fault.. it's his fault." He said

You sighed and went back to looking out the window of the car

You didn't wish to act out anymore. You couldn't risk it with the ticking time bomb next to you, who was driving.

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You both arrived home finally, Cody wasted no time Dragging you into the house. He took you up the stairs and sat you on the bed.

"Princess, what toys do want me to use tonight?" He asked

"I mean, in my opinion. It's hot when you handcuff me and pin me to the bed" you spoke quietly

"Alright, I guess you want the Handcuffs and the gag tonight." He said, pulling out a light blue heart gag with a matching Fluffy handcuff set

You felt your gulp catch in your throat when he pulled the items out.

Next thing you know, your pinned down to bed as you mentioned before. Handcuffed and gagged as he fucked you into the mattress.

You put your face down so the mattress would muffle your screaming, until Cody grabbed your hair and pulled your face out of the mattress.

"Pl-Please... M-Master.. I'm g-gonna.." You weakly spoke through the gag.

"Hold it princess, I know you can. Be a good little girl." He commanded

You focused on something besides your impending orgasm, your legs began to feel fuzzy from how hard Cody had been fucking up into you.

"M-Master... Please... I'm gonna-" You tried to speak, but the gag cut you off

"A few more minutes princess, then you can cum" He said firmly

You felt the need to cry, but you couldn't. You would be in trouble with Cody.

He finally came, and you came after him..

Your legs were sore.. it was the 8th round of the night at that point. You couldn't do anything, Cody had you pinned down still.

You felt like he'd gone feral or something after that attack..

After multiple hours of sweat and tears, Cody and you snuggled after you cleaned up.

"I didn't hurt you, right princess?" He asked

You nodded and snuggled closer to his chest

You both then fell asleep

It was to your dismay, the next morning you found Cody's handprint around your throat, from when he was almost choking you, not really hurting you.

"Fuck.." You sighed, touching the print.

"Sweetheart? Oh.. shit.." He said noticing the print

"Hand me my concealer and foundation. I just gotta hope I don't sweat." You spoke

He handed you both items and you got to work covering the mark, you set it with some powder and then stood up.

You both walked out the door and to the car, now you just have to hope your special doesn't fall off your wrist since it's dirty..

"Daddy's Princess" and the inside... "Daddy's little cum slut" ..

Maybe you should've left it home..

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gh0vtzb1og · 28 days

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The way I'm feral for cod men....

Please give me some sexy sweet smut time with literally any 141 member x dom top male reader where they have been edged all day (because big strong men begging☺️☺️☺️) and then begging the reader to pay attention to them, to at least let them come, give them a hand anything and in the end they have to hump the reader's leg like a dog while the reader praises them..... what about that...I mean why not...

Pantin like a mutt. Random writing / GAZ X MALE READER

Notes ; overstimulation, bondage, vibrators, leg humping, boot cleaning. Reader is a captain, pleading and degrading.

Gaz was tied to a bedpost, his eyes rolled back as the vibrator worked on his cock beating on it. The toy was on the highest setting, it had been for hours, all he could do is sit there and wish cum, over and over and over. Each false orgasm hurting more than the last. Kyle’s cock was soaked in pre cum, it was painfully sore.

You stood in the doorway, Kyle’s eyes going to your body as he desperately opened his mouth, “let me go, untie me please captain, please sir I can’t do this anymore I’m sorry.” You didn’t say anything. Just kept cold glare on him as you cut him loose. He stumbles against the floor cum spurting all over his chest, his cock was insanely sore.

Kyles eyes were wide, he realized how badly he needed you, he crawled over to you, staring up at you desperately as he sat on all fours, panting like a pup. He was a good little mutt. “Please let me hump you please let me hump you.” He moaned loudly, trying to

You sat on the edge of the bed, putting your boot in his face. “Lick it clean, if you do good I’ll let you hump me okay?” You ran a hand through his hair, watching how Kyle immediately ran his tongue over your boot, ignoring the dirty bloody taste it had. He knew what he wanted, he’d do anything to get it, Kyle’s tongue cleaned your first boot, immediately working on the next one.

His tongue worked on your second boot, holding onto your ankle and licking it clean, you watched as he looked back up at you, squirming and eagerly waiting. You patted your thigh, he crawled onto the bed and straddled it, the sergeant hid his face in your neck.

Kyle rolled his hips against your thigh, eagerly bucking against it. He rode your thigh like it was the end of the world, moans leaving his throat as he rolled his hips over and over. He gripped your shoulders, riding your thigh and moaning.

“That’s it boy, your doin so good aren’t you? Is this what you wanted Kyle? You wanted to feel good?” You whispered into him. “Imagine price walking in. How pathetic you’d look to him.”

Gaz continued to ride your thigh. His cock throbbing again as he felt his second release. He was so damn close to cumming against you, with one more grind against your thigh. His cum spurted all over your shirt. Like your own little reminder what you did to him.

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girlfailure-smut-hour · 9 months

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Oral Fixation

Nsfw content MDNI

Characters: Aki Hayakawa X Fem!Reader

CW: Oral (Giving and receiving,) Penetration (Receiving.) Some gendered language and MC has breasts, but ambiguous genitals as always. Very raunchy. Feral, animalistic sex. Like, it's so aggressive I don't know what came over me.

A/N: More Aki cause I just love him. I was, like, possessed when I wrote this. I don't know why it's so raunchy lol. Aki takes his frustrations out on you as he quits smoking. ~1400 words.

Fic Masterlist <3

It's quiet on the balcony as Aki sips his decaf coffee. He'd quit smoking recently, citing how bad it was for his health. "It rots your bones," he would always say. Still, his rituals haven't changed much. Every evening after dinner, he comes out here and drinks decaf while watching the sun set. You can tell he's getting aggravated by the way he grits his teeth and taps his feet. Normally he's so still and pensive.

"You've got this," You say. "You're doing great."

He turns to you, his loose hair bobbing as he does. "You know what I do when I get cravings?" He asks. "I think about you."

"That's sweet," you reply.

"I don't think you understand," he says. "I still have an oral fixation. I still want something on my lips, against my tongue."

You blush, your heart pounding. "Aki… that's…"

"Sometimes I just need a distraction," he shrugs.

"I could distract you right now…" you say.

He raises his eyebrows. "I would like that."

"What if I distracted you… on the balcony? You can take your frustrations out on me."

He doesn't show his shock often, but the sudden and unusual proposition catches him off guard and he jolts a little. He stands from his chair and says "I would really like that."

Your heart is thudding so loud now. You can feel it in your fingertips and hear it in your ears as you get on your knees in front of him. You tug at his belt and unbutton his pants. The idea of doing it on the balcony where anyone could see or hear is even more exciting than you were used to.

You pull down his pants and boxers to reveal his already hard cock. The excitement has gotten to him too it seems because he's harder than usual, practically bursting already. You brush your fingers against the taut skin, carefully caressing his erection, causing it to bounce in excitement. He gasps and moans, biting his lip in excitement and frustration.

You bring your lips right up to his cock and blow your hot breath over it. He's shaking in anticipation, as he pulls your hair back for you. You giggle as you lick it just to watch it bounce. He bucks his hips, the anticipation building up to a fever pitch.

Something in him changes suddenly as he puts a little pressure on the back of your head, bringing your lips down on his cock. He moans, feeling your warm tongue slither around the head of his cock, and he pulls your head down a little further.

"Good girl," he moans. He gives you more control, but doesn't let go of your hair, subtly telling you that he can control the pace if he wants and won't hesitate if you tease him again.

His hard length throbs in your mouth, aching in pent-up frustration. You bob your head back and forth, sucking him down, even as his cock brushes the back of your throat. You stick out your tongue as he pulls your head down to the base again, filling your mouth.

Suddenly he pulls your head away and says, "Inside."

The two of you hurry to his bedroom where you undress each other as quickly as possible. Each of his buttons give you trouble as your fingers, shaking with excitement, struggle to grasp them. He pulls you into a kiss as you make your way down his shirt. He kisses you like he's never been touched before, with such desperation and passion it's almost frightening.

You rip his shirt off as he pulls away to lift yours over your head. He kisses you again as he reaches around your back to undo your bra. He grips your breasts almost too hard as the bra falls to the ground.

He rips your pants down in one quick motion and pushes you up against the wall face-first. He starts to drag his hands roughly up and down your body, like he just wants to squeeze and grope and slam into you and even that won't be enough. He positions his cock against your entrance and starts to push it in. Even though he's desperate for you, he still eases in, letting you take him in fully before going too hard on you.

You feel his legs touch your ass cheeks, letting you know he's all the way in. "Good girl," he groans into your ear as he puts two of his fingers in your mouth, pulling your head back slightly. You suck on his fingers which taste more like sweat than an ashtray now. He starts to pull out before pushing back in. As impatient as he is, he gives you time to adjust. He starts to thrust pulling out a little faster and pushes in a little harder. You can hear his groans as he thrusts harder and harder, his thick cock filling you up.

His skin starts to slap against yours as he fucks you harder, pushing his length all the way in each time. Your moans fill the room as he pushes into you over and over, his hot, sweaty body pushing yours against the wall.

He grabs you by the hips to get better leverage, pulling your body to his. His strong fingers curl around your waist. He's practically knocking the breath out of you with each hard thrust. His motions are almost violent in their passion and impatience. You can feel his cock getting harder and throbbing against your walls and you're worried that he's going to cum already.

Just when you think he's going to fill you with his cum, he pulls out and picks you up. You gasp as he quite literally whisks you off your feet and drops you on the bed. You giggle in excitement as he crawls between your legs and puts his hair up.

Normally a man who takes his time, he skips straight to going down on you this time. He's so eager, he doesn't bother with foreplay like he usually enjoys so much.

Your back arches in pleasure as he swirls his tongue around on you. He wraps his arms around your legs, digging his fingers into your thigh, almost too hard. He works his mouth so effectively, sucking and licking as he buries his face in your crotch. He barely stops to breathe as he ravenously slurps on you, gripping your legs tighter as though to pull you closer to him. It's almost frightening how enthusiastic he is; the normal, quiet Aki devouring you like he's starving.

He gets some saliva on his fingers and starts to slowly push one into you. Then another. He prods and strokes your walls, curling his fingers up to hit your most delicate spots.

You're practically shrieking in pleasure as Aki shows no signs of slowing down. Your moans, now closer and higher, are only encouraging him to suck and lick harder, coaxing your orgasm out. You feel a warmth building up down there and grab him by the hair to grind your hips into his face until you let out one long moan, shuddering and convulsing, releasing warm sweetness all over his tongue.

"Get on your hand and knees," he says, wasting no time. You follow his directions, as he rubs his saliva all over your hole. "Good girl," he says through an almost sadistic smile.

He positions his still throbbing cock at tour entrance and pushes in. As soon as he's in, he grabs your hair and pulls it for leverage. You can feel his skin slapping against yours as he rails you even harder than before. You’re already getting close again as you struggle to hold yourself up. You're almost relieved when Aki groans "I'm gonna cum."

"Me too," you moan.

He thrusts a few more times until he stops and you can feel his cock throbbing inside you, filling you with his hot cum. You moan loudly as waves of pleasure flood over you, cumming again.

Your already pleasure-weakened legs give way and you collapse on the bed, feeling Aki's cum spill out a little. You try to form words, but nothing comes out. He's still kneeling behind you, panting. He leans over you and plants a kiss where your neck meets your shoulders and says "I'll get a towel for you."

As he gets up you're already drifting off to sleep.

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