#me gripping you on the shoulders and shaking you. DO YOU GET IT. DO YOU UNDERSTAND.

[pshaven]

i found your account through the story of jealous jay... that's really amazing. would you write more for him? 🥹

ahh thank you smm!! ; girl bsf!reader, cunnilingus, implied pnv, enjoooyyyy

jay who just broke up with his girlfriend because she was insecure over you, his girl best friend, easily in his top three favorite women in the entire world.

he’s ranting to you, cheek against the palm of his hand as he tries to put into words how confused he is.

“i don’t get it. she’s— was, my girlfriend. i liked her, that’s why i even dated her in the first place? so why’s she even jealous over you?” he sighs frustratedly, because this is definitely not the first time one of jay’s ex’s broke up with him over him being too close with you.

you don’t really know how to break it to him. you know why the ex’s are all fussy about you, but you also know that if you were to tell jay that he has to distance himself from you, he would never do it.

you’re his favorite girl (other than his mother!). it would be too difficult for him to not hang out with you every other day. hell, he couldn’t imagine living a life without you.

“jay…” you start, placing a comforting hand on his thigh and you feel him tense slightly, “i think that, maybe… we shouldn’t keep seeing each other all the time while you’re dating somebody else.” you finally bite the bullet, but your shoulders still feel heavy.

jay doesn’t say anything for a solid minute. you start to feel even more awkward than you already were before, shifting slightly in your seat on the couch beside him and you begin to remove your hand from his thigh.

and then he scoffs. he shakes his head as if he’s in disbelief. “why does it sound like you’re breaking up with me too?” his tone sounding mean, hurt over that you would think he’d ever let you go.

well, he’ll just have to prove to you that you’re the only girl in his life.

“oh— ah, j-jay hold on!” you squeal, your legs being practically folded in half as your knees meet your chest. jay doesn’t waste any time, his tongue already prodding at your leaking entrance. his pinky finger hooking your ruined panties to the side, not bothering to fully take it off.

“damn,” he curses underneath his breath, the air fanning over your cunt that causes your hips to buck up into nothing. “leaking like you’ve been waiting for this, aren’t you? would’ve never wasted my time with her if i knew you were waiting for me all this time…” he rambles, staring lasers into your clenching cunt.

you whine, hips needlessly pushing towards his face. “stop it…” you say meekly, throwing an arm over your heated face. he tsks, his hand reaching up to remove your arm.

“cover your face again ‘n i’ll tie your hands together,” he says meanly, but his hand thats interlocking yours shows you otherwise.

but that mercy is easily taken away as he dips his head forward, tongue exploring your insides and he groans into you.

with a cry of his name, you writhe and squirm on the couch, your grip on his hand tightening and he reciprocates as well. his thumb caresses the back of your hand, so kindly…

totally opposite of the tongue that’s bullying your entrance and clit, switching back and forth like he’s indecisive on which to focus on more— but he easily solves the issue with a finger slipping inside with ease from your slick.

you start panting, “fuucckk— oh fuck, wa-it,” your voice breaking when jay enters another finger inside you, the stretch already more than what you’re typically used to.

he chuckles at your squirming, not bothering to obey your small pleas and cries for him to slow down. he’s too entranced with your taste, his tongue swirling and toying with your sensitive clit and the way you clench around his fingers? oh, he highly doubts you actually want him to slow down.

jay’s fingers entering in and out of you, the loud squelches of your sloppy cunt making you feel hot and embarrassed, but the overwhelming pleasure makes you dizzy. he pulls away to give your poor clit a small break, but his fingers are still relentless.

“girl, don’t fight me…” he drawls, leaning his face into your neck, peppering wet kisses near your ear. “wanna cum for me?” he whispers so gently, causing your hips to fuck back into his fingers. he groans at this, his voice near your ear making you even more sensitive.

you nod your head earnestly, your free hand grabbing onto his wrist that’s between your legs. “pleaassseeee,” you whine, moving your head to look at him.

he peers up from your neck, a smirk playing on his handsome features that makes you weak. he hums, “my girl wants a kiss?” and you nod again, a cute pout on your lips that he can’t refuse.

bringing his face closer to yours, he meets your lips into a sloppy kiss, your pace already needy and fast, contradicting his originally slow pace. he moans into your kiss, the hard on in his pants getting even more difficult to ignore.

his fingers curl up inside you, your lips parting against jay’s lips, whimpering and moaning loudly as your orgasm suddenly rushes over you. jay responds by kissing you harder, intent on stealing your breath away as you do your best to keep up with his kiss.

“nonono, ahh…” you whimper, your hips twitching from oversensitivity with jay still thrusting his fingers. he laughs softly, pulling his fingers away and giving your cunt a cute pat.

you stare at him with furrowed brows, but you look non-threatening with your chest heaving from catching your breath. “what was that for?!”

jay shrugs, “makin’ sure she can still handle my cock.”

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[leviismybby]

He holds you down, your face down, ass up as his cock cock pouds you deeply, every single thrust of his hips grows more desperate. Levi loves it all, loves how your body arches into him, those sweet moans falling from your lips as he dives even deeper into you. It drives him primal with need, he isn't much of a gentleman but he knows what you like and how to make you react, knows every inch of your body. "That's a good girl. Keep taking it like this and I might just knock you up." His hands move to your hips, they dig into your skin, he admires the love bites he left on your back.

You whine, feeling that warm feeling spread all over your abdomen, your hand gripping the sheets tightly. "You wanna cum?" He asks, voice rough with lust, when you don't answer, Levi grabs your hair and yanks you up, his cock hitting a whole different angle making you gasp. "I asked you a fucking question! Now, you gonna cum?" You try your best to answer but all that leaves your mouth are whimpers of his name and Levi relishes in it. If anyone can get you like this, it's him. "What was that huh?" Pulling on your hair again, he bites into the side of your neck letting another hickey taint your already marked skin.

The way he is being rough with you makes you feel everything twice as much, your pussy clenches around him that earns a deep groan from Levi. He let's go of your hair to grab onto your neck, holding you flush agsint him as he thrusts into you, the room is full of lewd noises. Levi feels your legs starting to shake, he knows that you're close. "Not yet, princess." His fingers squeeze your neck, his lips nibbling on your ear, your hands hold onto his forearm, your head thrown back, resting against his shoulder. "Levi please!" You beg, he has you exactly where he wanted you, begging for him in that desperate voice and he wants to give in, let you cum and look at that expression you make in the peak of pleasure but he would rather have you whining for him.

"Please what? You'll have to be more specific than that." He whispers into your ear, his other hand let's go of your hip and starts rubbing your pussy as he speeds up, fucking you faster. You almost can't hold back, your thighs start ti tremble, it feels like your body is on fire, it feels so good that it's painfully good. "Mhh Levi! Please! I want to cum!" Nails dig into his skin, Levi rubs your clit faster, letting you know that you aren't allowed to cum until he tells you too. "Not yet, baby. Let me fuck this pussy a little more." Levi was close to his peak too, he wanted you to reach your orgasms together. He pushes you back down and takes your hips again then fucks into you even harder, you moan loudly biting into the sheets. "Cum. Cum. Fucking cum..." He says and you do as he feels you, cumming hard and Levi moans out your name, stopping the movement of his hips, his cock twitches as he fills your pussy with his cum.

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[jupiter-letters]

Having thoughts about Husband!Art and his hands...

A/N: A little fic this weepy eyed blonde boy, I watched challengers yesterday and I'm obsessed.I need Art like carnally. People being hot in movies is so back dude. This was written with a fem!reader(afab, no other physical description will be written) in mind. This is my first attempt at smut so go easy on me I beg.🙏🏽

Word count: 1476

TW: Sexu*l content, f*ngering, reader just having a rough day in general.

divider cred || palestine links

One of the things that attracted you to your husband was his hands. The way his muscles in his hands tighten when he grips his racket, how he holds his coffee mug when takes a sip of coffee in the morning and the way they glide against your skin when you make love.

After having a difficult day he'd like to put those hands to use for you as he so often loves to do....

You walk into your home and make a beeline toward your bathroom, you need to get the grime of the day off you. You don't even notice Art on his laptop on the couch, he was about to greet you before he saw the look on your face. He just watches you kick off your shoes and drop your bag on the floor. You always greet him when you get home but he can tell it's been one of those days. He shuts his laptop off and the tv then makes his way to your bedroom. He spots your scattered clothes all over the floor and hears the roar of the bathtub's spout coming to life.

Art leans up against the door to hear what you might be doing, he hesitates before knocking on the door. "Baby?" The sound of running water stops and he hears a small tired voice answer, "Come in.." He opens the door to the sight of you naked and bare, head down in front of the mirror. He looks at you for a moment and turns his eyes to the floor as he shuts the bathroom door behind him. You turn your head toward him but avoid his eyes, he doesn't force you to meet his gaze.

  Art moves behind you in silence and touches your shoulders just to test the waters of how much you're willing to be touched at this moment. You accept it, not moving away but not leaning into it. He wraps his body around you and kisses your shoulders. He kisses up to the  back of your neck. "You wanna talk about it?", he asks as you take a moment to answer such a simple question. You just shake your head, still silent, you do turn around and look up at him. He looks into your eyes, a silent understanding takes over him. "Ok." He whispers, Art moves over to the bathtub and turns the knob back on. He goes to the sink cabinet and grabs some bubble bath. He pours some of the liquid in the water and glides in his hand in the water to make sure the temperature's perfect for you. Once the tub is full you step inside and breathe a sigh of relief. The sweet smell of the bubbles and the warm water expels the tension from your body. Art kneels next the tub, he crosses his arms over the rim and lays his head on his forearms. He gives you a small smile and you return it, you both gaze at each other in quiet admiration. Art takes a hand and caresses your knee with such tenderness, the feeling of his lithe fingers brings you such comfort.

 He moves his body forward and moves his hand further down your thigh looking at you for permission to keep going. You nod your head looking at him expectantly wondering what he was planning to do. Very slowly he slides his hand into the water in between your thighs, eyes laser focused on his own actions. You can feel him gently part your folds, using his index and middle finger to stroke your clit. He moves them slowly up and down, ghosting your entrance. Art looks back up at you when he hears you gasp quietly, he smiles again at the sound. “You want some more baby? Don’t worry I’ll give it to you, I’m gonna take care of you.” he purrs at you, but you won’t get what you want so quickly, he lives to tease you. He adds more pressure to your bud and rubs in more circular motions. Your breath quickens and you lull your head to the side pressing against the tub's rim. He stops for a moment just to move closer to your head so he can kiss your cheek and move onto your lips. You position your body closer to his head and crane your head to taste his lips more. Art continues stroking your clit, rubbing and pinching it between his fingers. He swallows every gasp, groan and whimper you make, stretching the muscles in his neck as far as he can to reach your mouth. The sensation of him touching you and the heat from the water has covered your body in a light sheen of moisture, everything about you is so wet and pliant. He finally feels that you’re ready to take his fingers, he stops kissing you. He wants to look in your eyes as he slides them, he wants to see your mouth part and hear a raspy moan slip from your lips. 

 There’s nothing Art loves more than the look of dazed bliss you get when he’s inside of your body. As he prods your entrance he watches you closely, “Sweetheart look at me…” ,he murmurs. You look up at him, hungry and waiting, the moment you do he slides his fingers eliciting a high pitched moan from you, mouthing widening in pleasure. He continues his slow pace, you can feel the metal of his wedding ring brush up against your lips as he pushes his fingers deeper. He leaves kisses all over your face before returning to your lips, smiling into the kiss. He opens his eyes for a moment to see your legs writhing and clenching around his hand when he curls his fingers every so slightly. The sight makes his arousal even stronger than before, a small wet spot makes its appearance in his sweatpants.  He wouldn’t even need to touch himself, the sight alone of you slowly reaching your peak is enough to make him cum all on his own. The tension in your core continues to build, Art notices you shuddering and finally lets you have what you want. He puts his fingers in as far as he can and makes a scissoring gesture along with curling them pressing into your g-spot at random. As he does this it becomes harder to focus on his mouth devouring you and mind begins to go blank. You grip your hands onto his forearm and shoulder to anchor yourself. He angles his head to kiss the underside of your jaw while he increases his pace. The water in the tub starts to move violently as your body shakes and your legs thrash. You make the attempt to kiss Art again but are overwhelmed by the sounds that escape your mouth, he lets you moan into his mouth keeping his eyes closed and savoring the sounds. One final beckon of his fingers sends you over the edge, tilting your head back, orgasm rippling throughout your body. Art nuzzles his nose against yours and presses his forehead to yours. 

It’s a full minute before he pulls his fingers out of you, when he does he drags his hand up and over your stomach. Between your breasts and glides up the side of your neck, he takes his thumb and caresses your lips before sliding them into his mouth. He smiles down at you and giggles. You laugh with him, “What?” you ask curiously. “I was supposed to help you get clean, not sweaty,” he says with a grin. You laugh again at his statement, “Well…it doesn’t matter, I do feel better now.” He smiles and kisses your forehead, he moves over to the towel holder on the wall and grabs one for you. You wipe some of the suds off you before you stand to be embraced by him with the towel. While he holds you, you notice he’s still hard. You look at him surprised, “You want me to take care of that?” He looks down as if he forgot too. “Oh! No baby it’s ok, I wanted this to be all about you, don’t worry about me.” he tells you softly. His statement makes you soften even more, you step out of the tub next to him. You take the towel from him and wrap it around yourself. “Thank you Art, I mean it. I really needed that.” You take his face into your hand and kiss his lips. “Of course, these hands aren’t just good at tennis y’know. You can use them anytime you want.” he replies smugly. You jokingly push his face away and make your way out of the bathroom looking back at him with a smile. He follows close behind and shuts the door behind him.

Thanks for reading! Lemme know what you think. Please like or reblog if you like my stuff. ♡

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[gyeomsweetgyeom]

[10:14 am]

(cw: pregnant reader, some cussing I think, pregnancy symptoms/discomforts)

You groaned as you continued walking. What would have been a beautiful day for anyone else felt awful for you, nearly 2 weeks overdue. The sun was shining brightly- which was making you hot and sweaty. There was a breeze- which wasn't strong enough to cool you down. The birds were singing- just more noise to piss you off.

"Come on, honey. Keep going, almost back home," Jaehyun smiled at you while his hands gripped your forearm.

You glared at him, fury in your gaze, "you better not be lying to me like the last lap around the block Jung Jaehyun."

Being nearly 2 weeks overdue was a major pain in the- everywhere. You back ached, you couldn't sleep, you felt every movement of the human inside you, you were hot, cranky, tired, swollen everywhere, and sore. You had spent hours bouncing on a yoga ball, eaten spicy food, chugged various teas, ate viral salads, and here you were, going on your- you lost count- walk since your due date. One foot remained on the curb of the sidewalk while the other stepped on the road for uneven steps to "really open your pelvis." Jaehyun was very supportive, maybe even a little too supportive, in helping you during this tough period. It was him that encouraged all this excessive movement! Lovely!

As much as you grumbled about it now, he truly had been such an angel your whole pregnancy. He had painted the nursery 4 times when you couldn't decide on a shade only to end up choosing the first color he had painted! He never complained about waking up to get you your fast food cravings in the middle of the night and even tried your weird combinations.

Finally your familiar front door came into view and you left Jaehyun's hold in favor of making your way back to your favorite spot on the couch. You sighed in relief as you settled into the cushions of the couch, the air conditioning quickly cooling you off.

"More raspberry leaf tea, honey? A date or some pineapple?" Jaehyun asked.

You sighed tiredly, your eyes falling shut. "Can I just get some peace and quiet please?" You asked quietly.

"Do you want a snack for your quiet time?"

You felt yourself getting overwhelmed, hot tears filling your eyes. You breathed deeply, trying to get yourself to calm down, but all you felt was your body temperature rise all over again as your feelings rose. Your breath trembled as you repeated, "Can I please just get some peace and quiet?"

Jaehyun scrambled over to you in a panic, "Honey! What's wrong?!"

You felt your shoulders shake as you cried harder. "I feel terrible! This baby was supposed to be out like 2 weeks ago. I feel like a hippo, I can't do anything by myself. I'm tired of raspberry tea and salads and dates and pineapple. And you always want me to be active and I hate it! It takes a lot of work for me move the way I used to with my center of gravity thrown off and an extra 30 pounds to move. I always feel the baby moving and even when I want to be alone, I'm not! I can't ever have any peace!" You ranted while hot tears streamed down your cheeks, "And every time we go to the doctor she always mentions that this kid has gotten you big ass head- do you have any idea how much damage a head the size of yours will do to my body?!"

Jaehyun looked at you in pure shock. His eyes were wide and lips pursed. "I-I-I don't know what to say." He didn't dare mention that the doctor had mentioned the high likelihood of a c-section.

"Because it's not happening to you! You don't get it and you want me to do everything the way I used to but I can't! And I really, really feel like if you try to touch me in any way for the next 3 days I will hire someone to kick you in the balls since I can't get my legs that high," you add while exhaling shakily, using the backs of your hands to wipe away at your tears.

Jaehyun cleared his throat with a decisive nod, "I'm gonna go shower. I'm closing the windows and turning down the air for you. Then I'm going to draw you a bath with your favorite bubbles. Can I get you anything else before I give you your peace and quiet?"

"I want an iced coffee, please."

Jaehyun opened his mouth to argue- you were supposed to be limiting your caffeine! Then he remembered the rant from a minute ago and decided not to. He disappeared into the kitchen, whipping up your coffee and setting it beside you along with the TV remote.

"Honey?" Jaehyun started almost nervously, "I love you."

You sipped your coffee happily, "I love you too!"

Jaehyun wasn't sure he'd get used to the mood swings that came with you being pregnant, but luckily they wouldn't last that much longer since you went into labor just 5 hours later. This of course brought a whole new wave of you cursing him and screams- but at least at the end of it all he got to welcome your beautiful baby girl.

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[dodgesgirl]

ART DONALDSON, GOOD BOY!

ᯓ★ cw: 500 words, explicit sexual content, gender of reader is unspecified (although art calls them mommy, so idrk) biting, sub/dom undertones, subby!art, dom!reader, he's so so pathetic, pet names (baby, good boy, mommy), love marks and bruising (r), a little bit of shaking, mention of multiple orgasms (m), implied established relationship, short little drabble, mentions of solo!art, a little bit of crying, oral fixation, you guys remember when he bit tashi's hand and was constantly chewing gum.... yeah. — let me know if i missed anything ᥫ᭡

art and his little oral fixation… it had all started a few months ago, while burying himself deeper inside you than your walls could allow, on his fourth orgasm with not a single moment of rest, when he lifted his hand to his face to bite down on the palm of it. your face buried in his neck and unable to see him, you had not a clue in the world.

it goes on for months after that. he’s too ashamed to tell you, and resorts to exclusively doing it while he gets himself off. after cumming, he’ll often leave himself with a set of pink little bite marks in the skin of his forearm or fist. or even a patch of wetness on the neckline of his shirt or your stolen panties, where he’s bunched up the fabric and gotten close to tearing it with his teeth.

the first time he bites you, it’s by accident. he stutters in and out of you messily and desperately, working himself toward his orgasm. your shaking legs wrap around his hips loosely from below him while he whimpers against your neck. you card your fingers through his hair before tugging at the curls from the root, eyes rolling and back arching. from the feeling of his hair being pulled and the way you tense around his cock, he’s cumming for the second time tonight. hopelessly, he wraps his arms under your shoulders tightly, pressing wet open mouth kisses to the pulse point of you neck.

it isn’t until you let out a moan that he finally bites you. “art!” you yelp at the feeling, making him yank himself back, his orgasm currently the least of his worries. he scans the state of you, mouth drying when he sees the red marks on your soft skin from where his teeth have scraped against it. “oh, god. i’m so sorry- i didn’t mean to.. i swear i won’t do it again-“

“baby, be quiet. it’s okay. you just surprised me,” you reassure. wiping a stray tear from his eye before it falls down onto your face instead. he peppers feather-light kisses to the bruising mark, trying his best to ease the pain he’d created. even when you reach between the two of you to grip his cock, even as he lets out a desperate little whimper, even as you soothingly coo in his ear to calm him, he kisses the skin of your neck, wet eyes closing and brows furrowing as he does.

“so sorry, mommy-“ he whines, sniffling as he does so. “didn’t mean to…” he trails off, mumbling incoherently into your skin as you push down on his lower back so he sinks into you.

“open,” you mutter softly through a moan, hand moving to his face so you can ease your finger between his lips. he happily obliges, opening his mouth wider and wider until you’re happy with it. you take hold of the back of his head, lightly pushing down and relishing in the way he moans as his teeth make contact with your skin. he sloppily kisses your skin, teeth scraping and tongue licking. “good boy.”

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[minswriting]

Hiii!! Could you write a request where reader and Aaron are sitting on the couch watching a movie, and then reader sits on his lap and Aaron is a bit flustered 🤭 and reader ends up riding him?

nsfw | mdni

as you and aaron sat on the couch watching some dumb action movie, you couldn’t help but just want to crawl into aaron’s lap and ride him. he was wearing a casual t-shirt with a pair of jeans and while you adored his suit combos, aaron in casual clothing never failed to turn you on.

so, you being you, crawled into aaron’s lap, blocking his view of the tv while giving him a smirk. “hi,” you said, putting your hands on his shoulders.

aaron’s reaction was exactly what you wanted as his cheeks grew pink. “uh- well hello,” he replied, giving you a small smile. his hands landed on your waist instinctively, holding you in place. “what brought this on?” he asked.

“i want to ride you,” you said bluntly, tilting your head slightly to the side.

aaron’s eyebrows went up in slight surprise before he lowered his head. he was clearly flustered and you absolutely soaked it in. it wasn’t often that you could get aaron hotchner to be flustered. “is that so?” he whispered, bringing his gaze back to you.

you nodded your head, biting your lip. “yes,” you replied.

which led to the both of you being unclothed as you bounced up and down aaron’s cock. his fingers were gripping your waist, guiding you onto his length. you moaned shamelessly, loving the feeling of aaron’s cock disappearing in and out of your pussy.

aaron let out low moans of pleasure, his head thrown back on the couch. “you always feel so good,” he said, licking his lips.

“so do you,” you replied breathlessly.

“mmm,” he said before thrusting his hips upwards, hitting your g-spot dead on.

“o-oh fuck,” you moaned, stopping your movements to allow aaron to take over. and of course he did.

he thrusted up into you, fucking you at a normal pace. “look at you,” he murmured into your ear, his hot breath on your skin. “one movement and you’re completely turned to mush. love when i fuck you that much?”

you nodded your head pathetically, relishing in being fucked. this as a frequent thing that happened. you’d try to take control over the situation but the moment aaron made a movement, your brain would fog up and you’d just be mush. and it was fabulous. it was like getting drunk off of aaron’s cock.

aaron’s thrusts quickened, making you whine and moan like a whore as his cock continuously hit your g-spot dead on. “oh my-oh fuck,” you moaned, gripping aaron’s shoulders.

“you’re so fucking tight,” he grunted. “gonna cum for me soon?”

you nodded your head. “so close, aaron,” you whined, closing your eyes in pleasure.

“go ahead, sweetheart,” aaron urged, moving his hips. “cum for me. cum on my cock, pretty girl.”

and so you did with a loud whine and your body shaking as you came on aaron’s length. it didn’t take long for him to follow suit, cumming inside of you without a care of the consequences.

when both of you had finished, you stayed still for a moment. until aaron looks at the tv and sees the credits. “damn it, i wanted to see what happened in the end,” he exclaimed, looking back at you with a smirk.

you had been resting your head on his shoulder but as he said that you looked up and gave him a “are you shitting me” look. “i think you can deal with it,” you exclaimed, smiling as you rolled your eyes.

“i’m sure i can,” he said as he leaned in to kiss your lips lovingly.

all and all a very great and productive date night.

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[bookuce]

I Hate You, I Love You (Roman Reigns) -- One Shot

Summary: It's Date Night for Mariah and Joe, but it doesn't go as planned. Insecurities were revealed. Words went flying, but it's okay. He's going to make her take it all back.

DISCLAIMER: Outside of the OC, I do not own any character mentioned. The real names of wrestlers are used in my writings. In this, Joe is Roman Reigns. I DO NOT GIVE ANYONE PERMISSION TO REPOST OR TRANSLATE MY WRITINGS ANYWHERE. THAAAAANKS.

PAIRING: Roman Reigns x Black OC

WARNINGS: Smut, Language, 18+, NSFW

WORD COUNT: 2,435

The front door to Mariah and Joe’s home swung open, bouncing off the wall behind it. “Get the fuck away from me.” She hisses, making sure to slam the door behind her. A shoulder stops it, forcing the door to open and hit the wall again. Dinner didn’t go as planned, and the entire drive home, she and him argued. 

“Quit slamming doors in my fucking house, Mariah!” He shouts after her, slamming the door behind him. Mariah marched angrily up the stairs, her fingers fumbling with her earrings. She just wanted to get out of this stupid outfit.

“Fuck you, Joe.” She spat.

“Ay, watch your mouth.” He warns her. Joe would follow her up the stairs, his feet making thunderous sounds with each step he took. She enters the bedroom, walking over to her nightstand. “You’re always blowing things out of proportion.” That pissed her off. She grabs the lamp on the nightstand, sending it hurtling towards him. He dodges it, turning to watch it shatter against the wall.

“Don’t you dare try to flip this on me! I wasn’t the one eye fucking the waitress all night!” She shouts, pointing at him. “I try to do something nice for your ass—for us, and you make me look fucking dumb! You fucking pig! I fucking hate you!” Mariah’s body was shaking with rage, her body hot with anger. She’d clench and unclench her fists while she glared at him. He looks at her, his brows furrowing. He didn’t play any of that hate shit. 

“Girl, are you out of your goddamn mind?” He says, stomping around the bed towards her. His hand reaches out, but she shoves it away. 

“What did I just tell you!” She shouts at him. He reaches for her again, his advances falling short once more. “Get away—.”He snatches her arm up, yanking her towards him. They were now flush against each other, Joe towering over her. His large hand grasped wavy locks before pulling her head back to look at him.

“Say it again.” He growls.

Her heart was racing wildly in her chest thanks to this argument. Emotions were high, and there was a tingle in her throat. Her chest rose and fell with short breaths. She’d lock onto those brown eyes, tears beginning to fill her own. She’d blink quickly, ridding herself of the blurs her tears caused. She’d swallow back the urge to cry, her stare hardening. “I said I hate you—.” Before she could finish that sentence, Joe’s lips were on hers.

She’d press her lips tight together, protesting his kiss. He’d let go of her arm, his hand immediately reaching around to grab a handful of ass. It was his go-to move every time she stonewalled him. She’d let out a moan, allowing her mouth to fill with his tongue. Her mouth began to move against his own, returning his angry kiss. It was impressive how quickly she gave in to him when she was mad. He was a wrecking ball to every strong foundation she had ever built. Slender fingers travel up the lapel of his suit jacket before reaching around to connect at the back of his neck.

Joe’s hands would move from their places in her hair and on her ass, finding the neckline on the back of her dress. His fingers tried to find the zipper, but he would quickly get irritated with the hunt. They’d wrap around the neck, ripping the dress right down the center of her back. His hands would travel along the growing split, exposing her backside. Cold air rushed at her body, quickly raising goosebumps. His left hand traveled back up, now wrapping around the back of her neck. He’d grip it roughly, pulling her back from the kiss. She’d let out a pant at the unexpected motion but sharply gasped when he shoved her body into the comforter on their bed. He releases her neck, his hands pulling her arms back. He’d hold her wrists in one hand.

“Take it back.” He demands.

She lifts her head, her hair now a mess. “I hate you.” She says again. He’d strike her right ass cheek, causing her to yelp. The sensation from the sting traveled up her back, making her arch. “Fuck,” she says under her breath, letting her head drop back into the thick blanket.

“Don’t make me tell you again.” He says, his voice stern. She ignores his warning, remaining quiet. “Oh, now you have nothing to say.” His hand would collide with that cheek again, hitting in the same spot. Riah sinks her teeth into her bottom lip to stop herself from reacting. A red, hand-shaped welt would appear on her skin. “Now, I can do this all night; it’s all up to you.” He boasts, bringing his hand down for a third time.

“God!” She cries out. “I—I take it back!” She moves her hips in an attempt to ease the burn. 

He releases her hands, allowing them to drop to her sides. “Apologize.” He says calmly. Joe shrugs out of his suit jacket, draping it neatly across the bed beside her. He unbuttons the cuffs of his sleeves, folding them up past his elbows. Even though she surrendered, he and she knew he was far from finished. She presses her palms into the soft bedding, slowly pushing herself up.

“I’m sorry.” She breathes. The front of her dress would slip down her arms, exposing her breasts. She peers up from the curtain of messy black hair, her eyes finding her disheveled appearance in the grand mirror against the wall. 

“That’s not good enough for me.” He says, her head dropping at his words. Oh, for fucks sake, she thought. Suddenly, he pulls her head back, causing her to gasp. Her hands reach back for his shirt, barely grasping the fabric. “Say it right. Daddy, I’m sorry. I’ll never say it again. I love you, Daddy. I need you, Daddy. Forgive me, fuck me, Daddy.” He says into her ear, mocking her tone of voice. “That’s what I want to hear.” He confesses. His breath was heavy in her ear, causing her to shiver. She’d move against his crotch, squeezing her legs tight at the arousal she was feeling. She could feel his bulge against her backside and just knew he was aching to free it. She just had to say the words.

“I’m sorry, Daddy.” She whimpers.

“Say it again.” He purrs, nodding his head.

“I’m sorry, Daddy.”

“And?” He presses. Joe’s attention now turns to the mirror, a devious smile on his face. He reaches up, pulling the front of her dress down more. 

“I’ll never say it again.” She adds. His large hand cups a breast, massaging it slowly. His thumb would flick her sensitive nipple, causing her to moan. 

“Go on.” He whispers. 

“I love you, Daddy.” She continues, her hips still moving against his. The friction would cause him to give her a moan. Mariah smirked at the reward. 

“I love you.” He replies. His tongue would drag up her neck, flicking her earlobe. If he could, he’d devour her and leave nothing behind. She’d shift her hips once more, the tension in her loins growing by the second.

“I need you, Joe.” She says, opting for his name. He’d drop her back to the bed, and she’d sigh at the relief her neck felt. He’d wedge his knee between her legs, pushing her legs open. “Fuck me.” She breathes. 

“Fuck me what?” He asks. His hands grabbed the tattered dress she wore, ripping it more to expose her lower half to him. She wore no underwear with plans of their evening ending on a good note. Technically, it still was, but the outcome was different now. His hand would find the heat between her legs, his fingers becoming soaked in her wetness. His middle and index would push through her folds, finding her throbbing clit.

“Daddy.” She moans.

“Good girl.” He cooed at her, his fingers massaging the cluster of nerves at her center. She whimpered softly, her hips winding against his hand slowly. “We’re gonna fix that attitude.” He removes his hand from her glistening folds, his hand now having the same shine. He’d bring his hand to his lips, taking both fingers into his mouth. He sucks her fluids off his hand, humming softly at the sweet taste. Riah relaxes into the mattress, sighing softly. 

The unfastening of a belt could be heard behind Mariah, followed by the sound of a zipper. Joe pushed his pants past his hips, his cock flopping out from the confines of his trousers. He’d position himself at her opening before slowly pressing into her. She’d suck in a breath when she felt him insert her, a loud moan shaking her core. “Hush all that up.” He says, teasing her now. His hips move slowly within her, allowing her walls to adjust to him comfortably. “You done ran that mouth too much tonight.” He slams his hips into hers once. 

“F-Fuck.” She stammers. 

“Talking about you hate me.” Slam. “You don’t hate me. You can never hate me.” Slam. “You love me, can’t get enough of me, can’t live without me.” His hands grip her hips. “I don’t hate you either,” He breathes. “But I’ma fuck you like I do.” His hips began to pound into her, causing her to cry out in pleasure. Her hands would feel along the comforter before gathering the fabric by the fistfuls. She pulls it towards her, revealing the black satin sheets beneath the large blanket. 

“J-Joe!” She moans. “Ah, Joe—fuck!” He’d reach down, pulling her head up slightly.

“Look at yourself.” He says, talking about the mirror. Watching him degrade her in the most disgusting of ways only made her more aroused. “Done made me ruin a good dress.”

“I’m sorry,” She whimpers.

“Yeah, you better be.” He groans. “Fuck, Riah.” He lifts a hand to unbutton his shirt. Bit by bit, his shirt would reveal that chest piece she loved to kiss so much. Her fingers now ached to touch it. 

Her legs would begin to tremble with each thrust. Her body became overwhelmed with pleasure. Oh, she was close. “I’m gonna cum!” She chokes out. Her walls begin to clench against him, her legs increasingly getting worse. Suddenly, he pulls out, stripping her of any chance of release. His hand releases her hair, and she drops back into the bed. “Please!” She begs, making him laugh.

“Please!” He mocks her again. “What happened to all that mouth you had earlier, hm? Slamming my doors, breaking my shit.” He tsks at her, his head shaking in disappointment. “Not so tough now, are you?” He flips her onto her back. She’d land with her hands by her head. He grabs the shredded dress, ridding her body of it completely. He balls it up and tosses it to the side.

Mariah covers her face, trying to give herself a moment to compose herself. Her cheeks were hot, her face damp with sweat. Rough fingers wrap around her ankles and pull her to the edge of the bed. She drops her hands from her face, glaring up at Joe. He places both legs on his shoulders. “You can get that look off your face.” He tells her, pressing into her again. Her eyes would close in bliss, a soft sigh leaving her lips. 

Joe begins to lean over her body. The pressure in her abdomen building as he did so. He was folding her in half, and she could only imagine what he had planned. Her legs would slide up his shoulders, crossing at the ankles. His hips would resume their vigorous motions, his cock now pushing up into her G-spot. Her hands would slam the bed three times as she cried out in pleasure at him. “Yes!” She exclaims, pushing her hips up into his. “Oh, God, yes!” Her legs trembled like never before, her toes curling hard. 

“You hate me?” He asks, panting softly.

“No!” She moans.

“Look at me while I’m talking to you.” He growls. She forced her eyes open, meeting those dark eyes she loved terribly. “You love me?” He asks. She nods her head frantically. 

“Yes! I love you, Daddy. I love you so much!” He was once again bringing her close to her climax. The closer she got, the louder her moans became. “I’m—I’m—.”  before she could finish that sentence, he’d stop his hips. She let out a scream of frustration, earning a smug grin from her man. He was edging her into insanity. He moves her legs off his shoulders, now wrapping them around his waist. 

“Simmer down.” He says, reaching up to fix his bun. Oh, this asshole, she thought. Hairs stood wildly on his head, but he slicked them back against his head. 

“Joesph, if you don’t fuck me, I swear to—.” She says, her voice catching in her throat. His hips started moving again, this time extremely slow. This pace did nothing but quickly build her up again. Joe lets out a huff of his own, drawing close to his climax, too.

“No one gets me like this but you.” He tells her. “I don’t give a damn about  anyone but you.” His hips begin to pick up speed again. He leans over her again, his fists pressing into the mattress. “Don’t fucking embarrass me like that again.” He says through clenched teeth. His hips collided with her own, filling the room with loud claps of flesh against flesh.

“I’m sorry.” She apologizes again. “I’m close, God, I’m so close.” She whines. Her walls began to spasm around his length again, but this time he powered through. He could feel his hips starting to tighten, his thrusts now stuttering. He would give her three more pumps before releasing in her. Her body would erupt with tremors with her orgasm, her back arching off the bed. “Thank you,” she breathes. “Thank—.” Joe would turn her head, playfully pushing it into the mattress. She’d swat his hand away, earning a laugh from him. He pulls out, stepping back from between her legs. Pain would shoot up her legs now that she was finally able to rest them. She winces slightly.

Mariah pushes herself onto her elbows, her chest quickly rising and falling. “Clean yourself up.” He says, fixing his pants. She’d scoff gently, watching after him. He was walking toward the door. He needed water.

“You owe me a dress!” She exclaims after him.

“I know.” He replies, halfway down the stairs. 

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Yeah, lmao please tell me what you think. I plan to cry about it later LMAO. This is literally my second time writing smut. I hope this was good @kawaiigladiatorwolf. Your request was random to me and I don't take them really, but I figured I'd give it a try. 🤷🏾‍♀️

I'm not a fan of y/n and find it hard to follow at times, so I did what was comfortable to me!

Enjoy!

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Écoute Chérie

A/N: grr

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When a certain someone — specifically a blond male, showed up to Sukuna’s door that next morning holding a wad of cash in his hand, Sukuna wanted nothing more than to sock him in the jaw. But he contained himself, saying, “Keep that shit for yourself. I don’t want it.”

“Oh? You backing out now, Captain?”

“. . .You’re one sick fuck, Zen’in.” He snatched the money out of the younger’s hands, before slamming his door shut.

Pride is a terrible, terrible thing, and Ryomen Sukuna was full of it.

“Oh, my God, girl! I feel like we moved on a little too quickly. Pause: He—you—you guys KISSED? Stop, don’t—don’t play with me right now. I can’t even get a guy to let me cheat off of him on a final, but you kissed someone on the FIRST date. Let me say that again, FIRST date?! As in the first EVER date you two have been on together.”

If you were counting — which you weren’t, this would have been the seventy-ninth time you giggled out loud this evening. You and Nobara were sitting — no, standing, actually, with you leaning forward with your elbows on the counter, and the brunette doing likewise. You decided — well, you were forced — to fill her in on all that happened the day before. You had just gotten off of your shift, and, obviously, were still in your uniform, but Nobara insisted you tell her anyway. She wouldn’t and “couldn’t” wait until you got back to your apartment.

“Yes, Nobs, for the hundredth time. We kissed and even added a little bit of tongue and then he walked me back to my apartment and we fucked all night.”

The look on her face was absolutely priceless, her jaw dropped to the floor and even broke through the tiles and went further beneath the surface. Just kidding; because that’s not possible, but her expression was even more funny after you said, “I’m just messing with you, girl. I have some self-worth left, believe it or not, and I wouldn’t sleep with someone after the first date.”

“Funny how you decided to deny only that part.”

“. . .”

“Don’t—don’t tell me the rest was true. Oh, my God! STOP! I was only kidding; but you—you actually added tongue? What the fuck? And, you just decided to not call me right after? Wow.” Nobara crossed her arms and stuck her nose in the air for only a few seconds before she went back to gripping your shoulders and shaking your body. “You are such a freak, my God.”

“He also walked me to my door, y’know. No need to focus on only those parts.” You tried to bring her focus onto that, because you found that part the most adorable.

Truth was, the only reason you didn’t immediately call Nobara that night was because you spent the last few hours of that night screaming into your pillow like a schoolgirl and reminiscing on all that happened.

“You know,” you started, turning to face the man behind you, “you didn’t have to walk me all the way to my door, right? I could’ve just gone by myself.” 

You had insisted and insisted to Sukuna that you would be fine, and that the other residents of the building were friendly and cordial, but Sukuna ignored every one of your pleas and walked right next to you anyway. From the parking lot, to the elevators, and down the hallway, Sukuna never left your side, and actually, was surprisingly nice company. You two talked on the way about how good or bad the food at the game was, how hot and humid it was, how annoying the older gentleman beside your seats was, you two talked plenty enough.

“I know. I wanted to.” Sukuna stopped to lean against the wall beside your apartment, crossing his arms as you pulled out your keys.

“Hey, so, I had a lot of fun today. I guess baseball isn’t as boring as I thought it was,” you laughed, scratching the back of your neck. “Thanks for inviting me.” You had tried to tell him on the car ride to your place, but you chickened out.

Sukuna snorted, “No problem; my pleasure, actually. And, I had a lot of fun, too. I think I enjoyed today more than I would if Yuuji was there instead of you. So thank you for coming.”

“Oh, please. Don’t lie; he’s literally your brother. Besides, Yuuji’s not even here to defend himself. Kinda rude, if I say so myself.”

“I’m not lying, though, really. I enjoyed today. I can’t even remember the last time I was able to leave the house for anything fun and actually, sincerely, enjoy it.” Sukuna moved his head as he spoke, as if in a way to accentuate his point. You found that completely and utterly adorable. Just the thought of you being part of making his day alone made you blush, and you looked away sheepishly.

“I’m glad you had a nice time, Sukuna. And thank you, again, for today.” You caught Sukuna by surprise — beyond surprise, actually — when you cupped his face in your hands and brought your lips to his cheek for a chaste kiss. Mwah! The sound was audible through the night. And it was the sound which replayed over and over in Sukuna’s mind as he lay completely awake for hours past midnight in bed. The only thing he dreamt of — when he eventually fell asleep, that is — was you. You.

Now that he thought of it, there were no words to describe you. No words to describe your beauty, though, ethereal did come close. No words to describe the smile which you gave him when you two passed each other on campus. No words to describe how friendly and comforting the melody of your voice sounded to him; if you were a siren, and he, a pirate, Sukuna would dive headfirst into the water. No words to describe how drunk, how dizzy, how pathetic you made Sukuna, even with mere eye contact. But, there was a word to describe Sukuna.

It’s quite simple, actually.

Sukuna was whipped. Absolutely enamored of you. But. . . Very unfortunate he only noticed now. And, it was such, such a shame that he was also full of pride.

“Okay, that’s so romantic, though! I can’t believe it. My friend is gonna get with the love of her life, and I don’t even know how to turn the stove on. Oh, my God. My friend’s getting with the love of her life. OH, MY GOD!” That was not even close to the last time you would hear Nobara say “Oh, my God” that night.

-

“You wouldn’t happen to . . . y’know . . . have plans . . . this weekend?”

You didn’t know why Sukuna kept on pausing, but you knew it was oddly suspicious.

“And if I did?”

“Then, I wouldn’t ask you to . . . help me . . . with some . . . math.”

“Sukuna, are you okay? You sound like you’re being held at gunpoint.” You crossed your arms, failing to stifle a giggle. You really couldn’t fathom why he was acting so strange. Sukuna couldn’t, either. 

Ever since the day you both went to that baseball game together, Sukuna’s been different, to say the least. And yeah, maybe after kissing someone for the first time changes your behavior towards them, but still, it was strange. 

He wasn’t as cocky when going over his daily feats at basketball practice; he wasn’t as blunt and insulting to freshmans whom you two came across while on campus; he wasn’t as teasing or sharp with his remarks as he usually was; he wasn’t as assertive and casual whilst slinging an arm ‘round your shoulder. He wasn’t him. Then again, Sukuna also didn’t know why he was acting this way.

“I’m . . . fine. I’m fine.”

“Okay. . . Anyways, I am free. So yeah, I can. My place or yours?”

“Ah, you don’t have a lot of good alcohol,” Sukuna tapped his index finger repeatedly on his chin, as if contemplating which location to use was very difficult for someone like him. “I get bored with just water. So, it’ll have to be mine. ‘Sides, I don’t think Gigi likes me that much anyway.”

You laughed. Sukuna wasn’t very keen on having you tutor him while your apparently “murderous” cat was present. Giselle, also known by her nickname ‘Gigi’, was a black-furred breed, with very sharp, untrimmed nails, which proved useful whenever Sukuna came over to hang out with you or do some other shit. Maybe it was because of how provocative Sukuna and his usual cold demeanor were. Maybe it was because of how close Sukuna got to Gigi’s owner whenever you sat down on the couch together. Maybe it was because of the fact Sukuna took your attention off of your so precious cat whenever he stepped foot into the apartment. Maybe it was because Sukuna was just Sukuna. And Gigi didn’t like that one bit.

“Alright, since you’re afraid of a mere feline, which — mind you, is less than a quarter of both your height and size.”

“Well, that feline comes from the depths of Hell. So yeah, excuse me if I prefer to stay sixty miles away from it.”

“Gigi comes from Hell, now? Pfft—she’s probably just excited to see her previous neighbor, then,” you snorted.

Sukuna gave you a side glance, hiding his growing grin. He was not about to openly admit you were even slightly funny. No, he would never give you that kind of satisfaction.

“Okay, so can you tell me what the variable ‘d’ is?” You had explained the formulas as best as you could, even taking it a step further and dumbing it down immensely. Then you left the living room to put away the dishes, leaving the pink-haired male to attempt his assignment on his own. — With some guidance here and there.

Sukuna and you had ordered Chinese, deciding to study while eating. And while your plan for energizing proved to be frustrating at first — since a certain someone didn’t know how to eat with his mouth closed, you had become used to it by the end. Your tactic? Drowning out the audible chewing noises. Eugh.

“Why don’t you come over here, and I’ll show you.” Sukuna leaned his head on the cushions, wrapping an arm around the back of the sofa.

You scrunched up your face in reply, pausing in the middle of scrubbing food and gunk and whatever off of the porcelain plates. “Pass.

“I told you already, Sukuna. The exponential functions are the ones that slowly curve up; think of it as this: good things happen to a bad thing. Get it? Like, their lives are getting better. And, since I know you’ve already forgotten, a ‘y’ value can have as many ‘x’ values, but the ‘x’ value is . . . unambiguous, so it only has one ‘y’ value. Now, does that help?” 

“Ugh, this is such a bore. How can anyone pay attention to these types of things long enough in class to be good at it? Fuck.”

You took his consequent silence as him giving up on life and continuing to work on solving the problem in his evident misery, but oh, how wrong you were.

“S’kuna, what are you doing?” you sucked in a breath. He was so close. So close, to you. You thought it had only been two seconds, but in those two seconds, it only took Ryomen Sukuna four easy strides to end up here. — With his chest pressed almost right up against your back. Key word: almost. Yes, Ryomen Sukuna was so close, but still, so far.

“Helping you.” God, did he have to be that ambiguous all the time? He was like a walking enigma, a puzzle, a riddle, for you to solve. A mystery for which you would soon lose sleep over.

Sukuna easily grabbed several dried plates, removing them from the rack, and storing them in the cabinet above your head. His hand left lingering touches on your arm as they passed by each other. You slowly, gradually, accumulated a mountain of goosebumps.

It was infuriating.

He was so close, but not close enough.

Every time he moved to grab another plate, he would rest his hand upon your hip or on the curve of your waist. Sometimes he ran his large-scaled hands up your middle; sometimes he moved them lower, and lower. Was he trying to give you heart palpitations?

“Y’know,” he started, his voice dripping with honey, “you can keep breathing, right? What, do I smell that bad?” he snickered.

“I—what—why—what the hell are you doing?” You wanted to argue that he had no sense of personal space, which, yes, was true, but you feared he would stop whatever he was doing at the moment. And, you didn’t want that.

“I’m . . . helping . . . you.” He bent down to your level, lips brushing your ear as he spoke, and his hot breath fanning your ear. 

There it was again. That ‘pausing thing’ of his. But, this time, it was different. Earlier he was pausing as if he was unsure, but now, he was pausing just to create suspense and further rile you up. He clearly knew what he was doing; he knew what he was doing to you. Poor ol’ you, who just innocently wanted to wash some dishes.

You had previously wanted to turn around and properly face him in order to confront him better, but now, you didn’t dare meet his eyes. Not like you could, anyway, you were stuck between the counter and him. Your eyelashes fluttered, as your eyes darted here and there. And your palms began to sweat, you quickly wiped them on the material of your sweater, but your continued attempts were futile.

“No—no, you’re not.” You struggled to stifle your heavy breathing, and it took you quite a time to form a sentence without giving away the tight feeling in your chest.

“Yeah? Then, how could I help you, hm? Tell me,” he spoke your name firmly, like he was anticipating your breaking, and egging you on nevertheless. Then again, how could he not be? It had been days, days, since you two went to that game. Days since he felt like he was in heaven and talking to an angel. Days since he felt your lips on his. Days since he felt well. Days. And for days, he’s been restless, hungry, thirsty, empty. Hell, forget about your predicament, he was the one close to breaking.

“Tell me,” he said your name, again. “Tell me, pretty girl. Tell me.”

“. . .You can help by telling me what the fuck we’re doing right now.”

“Don’t you already know? And here, I thought it was obvious.” Sukuna bit his lip, but that didn’t help any bit in suppressing his laugh.

“What . . . are we . . . doing?” You repeated.

Sukuna was silent, for a moment, “You’re tutoring me, on math.”

“I already know that, dumbass. I mean, what are we doing?”

“You’re gonna need to be a little more specific than that.”

“Oh, my God—what are we doing? What are we? For fuck’s sake. How thick is your skull really, damn.” You finally mustered the courage to twist your body around, and though you were only met with his chest, you sighed and looked upward to meet his face.

“That’s a little harsh.”

You glowered at Sukuna.

“Okay, okay. I’ll talk,” he cleared his throat. “We’re . . . just us. I don’t know what to tell you. Sukuna and you. You and Sukuna. That’s all there is to it, right?”

For a second, you thought he was referencing what you had previously said to Nobara, but then the rational side of your brain kicked in and said, “No, there’s no way he could’ve overhead that,” and so, the surprised expression disappeared from your face as you looked down at the floor of the kitchen.

“We’re friends, yeah, that’s all there is to it. . . But friends don’t do . . . this. So we clearly, definitely, shouldn’t be doing this.”

“So, we can pretend we’re not doing this, right? There, fixed the problem.”

“And if I don’t want to pretend we’re not doing this?”

“Then don’t; we don’t have to pretend.”

“But—”

“Please,” he looked at you with such an earnest expression on his features, “don’t say that word. Not again. You’ve no idea, no idea, how much it drives me crazy when you say that word. Mad, insane, deranged. Anything but that, please, anything. We’re clearly not friends. We’re clearly not just friends. So please, don’t call whatever we have as that. I’m sick of it.”

“If we’re not friends, then, what are we?” Your voice was just above a whisper, and you couldn’t even recall when it turned out that way. 

“. . .We’re whatever you want us to be. . . What do you want us to be?”

“No, you decide, Sukuna. What do you want us to be?” You gingerly laid a palm on top of his chest.

“I decide?”

You nodded, “Whatever you want to be . . . will be.”

“I want us to be . . . us. Together. Just us. No one else; just you and me.”

“Okay. I’d like that.”

He took your hand from his chest and held it in his, as if in a way to seal his promise. “I’m glad.”

Having had a couple beers — in favor of Sukuna giving up on attempting any more math, you were a little drunk. Just a little. 

“You have a stupid, stupid face, but it’s still my favorite. It’s my favorite to stare out. It’s my favorite to kiss. It’s my favorite to rub — your skin is so soft. It’s my favorite. My favorite.” 

He let you pepper as many pecks as you wanted onto his cheek, but when you tried to give Sukuna a proper kiss on the lips, he quickly moved his face to the side so you unintentionally planted your lips on his cheek instead. 

For, he didn’t want you to freak out in the morning and think he was the type of guy to take advantage of someone while they were even a little bit tipsy.

Besides, he had just gotten you. He couldn’t lose you now, could he.

A/N: i love portraying raw emotion

#my writing is HEAVY on stylistic choice #so it can be quite hard to read at times #sukuna x reader #sukuna x you #ryomen x reader #ryomen x you #jjk x reader #jjk x you #sukuna fluff #i think???

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The Cursed Hunk, Pt. 5

Read Part 1 and Part 2 by @manswaps and Part 3 and Part 4 by me.

Marcus's POV

Frantically, I pushed through the throngs of people, my eyes scanning every face. The pulsating lights and booming music made it nearly impossible to concentrate. I felt a surge of desperation. This was supposed to be a simple swap—how had everything gone so wrong?

After what felt like an eternity, I finally spotted Seth’s body again. He was at the bar, chatting and laughing with some people. I rushed over, my anger and fear propelling me forward.

"Hey!" I shouted over the music, grabbing his arm. "We need to talk. Now."

He turned to me, and for a moment, there was a flicker of recognition in his eyes before a sly smile spread across his face. "Ah, the cutie is back. What can I do for you?"

"Cut the crap," I hissed, pulling him away from the bar. "I know you're not Jared. Who the hell are you?"

He shrugged, seemingly unbothered. "Name's Derell. And who might you be? I gather this body wasn’t yours."

"Marcus," I said through gritted teeth. "And you need to give Seth's body back. Now."

Derell laughed, a deep, mocking sound that grated on my nerves. "Why would I do that? I quite like this body. It's young, it's hot, and it's full of energy. Much better than what I had before."

I stared at him, disbelief mixing with my frustration. "You can't just take someone else's body. This isn't right!"

He leaned in closer, his expression darkening. "Listen, Marcus. My old body was muscular and hot, but its past its prime. And now instead of being a dom daddy, I can be the twink bottom that gets dominated all the time. Forgive me if I'm not eager to give up on this fantastic opportunity."

The hopelessness of the situation hit me like a ton of bricks. This guy was serious, and I had no idea how to fix this. I needed help, but who could I turn to?

Just then, a hand clapped down on my shoulder. I turned to see a hot, muscular bouncer staring down at us. "Is there a problem here?" he asked, his voice stern.

I glanced at Derell, who was watching the bouncer warily. Maybe this was my chance. "Yes," I said quickly. "This guy has stolen my friend's body. We need help."

The bouncer's eyebrows shot up, clearly skeptical. "Stolen his body? What are you talking about?"

"It's true," I insisted. "There's some weird body-swapping thing going on, and this guy has taken my friend's body. We need to get it back."

The bouncer looked between us, clearly unsure what to believe. "Body swapping? That's some sci-fi shit right there."

"I know it sounds crazy," I said desperately. "But it's the truth. Please, you have to believe me."

Derell rolled his eyes. "This is ridiculous. I don't know what this guy is talking about."

The bouncer sighed, shaking his head. "Alright, enough of this nonsense. You need to leave the premises now."

The bouncer's grip tightened on my arm as he started to pull me away from the bar. "You're causing a scene," he said sternly. "Let's go."

I glanced back at Derell, who took a leisurely sip from his drink and smirked, waving mockingly as I was dragged through the throng of people. The frustration and anger boiled within me, but I couldn't do anything as the crowd swallowed him up.

Once we were outside, I desperately tried to convince the bouncer not to kick me out. "Please, you have to believe me," I said, breathless. "I'm serious about the body swapping. I can prove it."

The bouncer crossed his arms, looking more amused than convinced. "And how exactly are you going to prove something like that?"

"Swap with me," I blurted out. "Just for a few minutes. Then you'll understand."

He chuckled, shaking his head. "You really expect me to believe that? Alright, let's say I humor you. What do we need to do?"

"Just agree to it," I said. "Out loud. That's all it takes."

"Alright, fine," he said, rolling his eyes. "I agree to swap bodies with you."

"And I agree to swap bodies with you," I echoed, my heart pounding.

There was a strange sensation, a tingling that started at my fingertips and spread through my entire body. I blinked, and suddenly, I was looking down at myself. The bouncer's body was heavy and powerful, and I could feel the immense strength coursing through it.

"Holy shit," the bouncer—now in my body—said, looking down at his new form. "You weren't kidding."

"I told you," I said, marveling at the deep, resonant voice that came out of my—his—mouth. The bouncer's body was buzzing with energy, a raw, physical power that was exhilarating.

He looked at me—at his old body—and smirked. "This body's got a lot of pent-up energy," he said, his eyes darkening with a lustful gleam.

I swallowed hard, feeling a surge of arousal that was almost overwhelming. "Yeah," I admitted, my voice shaky. "It does."

He stepped closer, his hands trailing over his—my—chest, exploring the contours of the body I now inhabited and playing with his jewelry. "You mind if I...?"

I shook my head, my mind torn between the urgent need to find Derell and the intense sensations flooding my borrowed body. The anticipation and desire coursing through me were too intense to ignore.

He didn't need any further encouragement. His hands were rough but confident as they explored every inch of his new body, and I couldn't help but respond to his touch.

As he took control, guiding us both into a private corner, I struggled to maintain focus. "Wait," I said, my voice trembling. "We need to find Derell. I can't stay like this."

He paused, his eyes locking onto mine. "You sure? You seem to be enjoying this."

I looked into his eyes, the desire in them mirroring my own. The club, the mission to find Derell, everything else faded into the background. The raw physicality of the bouncer's body was too powerful to resist. I gave in, nodding slowly. "You're right," I said, the words barely a whisper. "I do want this."

Derell’s POV

As Marcus was dragged away by the bouncer, I couldn't help but smirk. I turned back to the bar, savoring the taste of my drink and scanning the room for my next move.

It didn’t take long for me to spot him: a super hot otter in his early 30s, dancing near the edge of the crowd. Muscular, with a mischievous glint in his eye and a grin that promised all sorts of fun. Perfect.

I made my way over, slipping through the crowd with ease, my new body drawing all the attention I could ever want. When I reached him, I leaned in close, letting my voice drop to a seductive tone. "Hey there, having a good time?"

He turned to face me, his grin widening. "Hey yourself. Yeah, it’s been a pretty good night. You?"

"Just got a whole lot better," I replied, letting my gaze linger on his toned body. "How about we make it even better together?"

He laughed, a playful, inviting sound. "I like the way you think. I'm Adrian, by the way."

"Jose," I said smoothly, deciding on the spot that it fit this new body better than Seth. "Nice to meet you, Adrian."

We danced for a while, the music pulsing around us, our bodies moving in sync. The heat between us was palpable, an electric connection that promised an unforgettable night. As the minutes passed, the desire to leave the crowded club and find somewhere more private grew stronger.

"Want to get out of here?" I whispered in Adrian’s ear, my breath hot against his skin.

He nodded eagerly. "Thought you'd never ask."

With a final glance around the club, I took Adrian’s hand and led him through the throng of people. We slipped out a side door, the cool night air a welcome relief from the stifling heat inside. The city streets were alive with the usual nightlife, but my focus was entirely on Adrian.

"Where to?" he asked, his eyes shining with anticipation.

"Your place," I suggested, the idea of new surroundings adding to the thrill. "If that’s alright with you."

"Perfect," he said, a grin spreading across his face. "It’s just a few blocks from here."

We walked quickly, excitement building with every step. Adrian kept stealing glances at me, his interest clear. When we finally reached his apartment, he wasted no time pulling me inside, the door closing with a definitive click behind us.

Inside, the atmosphere shifted from playful to intense. Adrian pressed me against the wall, his lips capturing mine in a searing kiss. I responded with equal fervor, my hands roaming over his body.

He pulled back slightly, eyes dark with desire. “You have no idea how fucking sexy you are,” he growled.

I grinned, my fingers trailing down his chest. "Then what are you waiting for?"

With a sexy chuckle, he led me back into the bedroom.

He threw me down onto the bed with a force that made my heart race. The intensity in his eyes sent a shiver down my spine as he climbed on top of me. His hand gripped my throat, holding me in place as he leaned in, his breath hot against my skin.

"You're mine tonight," he growled, his voice dripping with dominance.

I nodded, my breath hitching with anticipation. "All yours," I managed to whisper.

Without wasting any more time, he thrust into my mouth, filling me completely. The sensation was overwhelming, and I fought to keep up with his pace. Each movement was deliberate, his control absolute. My eyes watered, but the raw passion in his gaze spurred me on.

After what felt like an eternity, he pulled back, his breathing heavy. "Ready for more?" he asked, a wicked grin spreading across his face.

"Yes," I gasped, my voice trembling with need.

His eyes never left mine as he lined up, ready to thrust into me. The moment he entered, a gasp escaped my lips. The feeling of him inside me was electric, every nerve in my body on fire.

"Fuck, you feel amazing," he groaned, his hands gripping my hips tightly.

He didn’t stop there. With a display of strength that took my breath away, he picked me up, holding all my weight in his arms. He fucked me with an intensity that bordered on primal, each thrust driving deeper, hitting all the right spots. The sensation of being suspended, completely at his mercy, was intoxicating.

It struck me then how impossible this would have been in my old, beefy body. Adrian would never have been able to lift me like this, to hold me with such ease. The realization added a new layer to the thrill, the pleasure heightened by the freedom and lightness of my new form.

"Oh God, Adrian," I moaned, my head falling back in ecstasy.

"You like that?" he asked, his voice rough with desire.

"Yes, don’t stop," I begged, my fingers digging into his shoulders.

The night stretched on, filled with the sound of our shared passion. In that moment, nothing else mattered. I was exactly where I wanted to be, lost in the heat and thrill of the encounter.

As our movements became more frantic, he whispered against my ear, "You’re such a good boy Jose."

Adrian's pace quickened, his breaths turning into ragged gasps. I could feel him getting closer, the tension building to an inevitable climax. With a final, powerful thrust, he buried himself deep inside me. The feeling of his cock pulsing as he came inside me was overwhelming, sending waves of pleasure through my entire being.

The most incredible part was that he did all of this while still holding me in his arms, my entire weight supported by his strength. The sensation of being suspended, completely at his mercy, combined with the raw power of his climax, was almost too much to handle.

"Fuck," he groaned, his body shuddering against mine as he emptied himself inside me. The sensation of his hot release filling me was the final push I needed.

"Cum for me," Adrian ordered, his voice commanding. "I want to feel you lose it while I'm still inside you."

The pressure, the pleasure, and the sheer intensity of the moment sent me over the edge. My own orgasm ripped through me, my body tensing and shaking as I came hard, my cum splashing between us.

He held me there for a moment, both of us catching our breath. Then, with a satisfied sigh, he pulled back slightly, his eyes meeting mine. "You were incredible," he said, a lazy smile spreading across his face.

I grinned back at him, still riding the high of our intense encounter. "So were you," I replied, my voice soft and content.

Fuck yeah taking this kid's body was definitely the right choice.

[fanaticsnail]

This is probably asking for much more than you already do and considering the dreaming of you prompt are mainly one shots for characters totally understand if you don’t do this but would you consider writing a pt2 or at least an ending for katakuri’s one. Recently read it, love it, can’t stop, thinking about it

Please🥺

I got you, anon. I wanted to have them see each other, at least. He didn't get to talk with them like the others in his NSFW fic prior, and I wanted him to have a happy ending. You're making me work today!

Elegia

Masterlist Here,

Word Count: 970+

Synopsis: After the events of Elegia with Tot Musica and Uta, you awaken to the looming figure of Katakuri standing above you. You apologise for the events that transpired, asking forgiveness for putting his siblings in danger, and only have respect meet you in your wake.

Themes: Katakuri x afab!reader, sfw, feelings, fluff, mentions of battle, mutual respect, mutual pining. Part 2 for Dreaming of You (NSFW) Here, One-Piece RED fic.

Tag list: @sordidmusings @nerium-lil @feral-artistry @since-im-already-here @writingmysanity @indydonuts @gingernut1314 @i-am-vita @carrotsunshine @mfreedomstuff @daydreamer-in-training

Waking up alone and isolated from your crew was not the way you anticipated your time in Elegia to conclude. A vicious battle between the demonic presence of Tot Musica, under the command of the siren-song of Uta, was not what you envisioned for your getaway. If you knew this is what awaited you, you would have especially taken more consideration in inviting your new friend Brûlée along with you to the island. 

Looking to your side, you noticed her form remained unmoving and unconscious as you stirred from your position lying in the grass. You immediately crawled over to her, your lethargy weighing you down and prompting your movements to be slow and staggered. 

Just before you managed to reach her, you felt a presence behind you and a large hand placed on your shoulder. You slowly winced up, your mind in a haze as you turned your gaze towards the presence. 

Charlotte Katakuri crouched down beside you and looked at his unconscious siblings just beyond you with an unreadable expression in his eyes. In his mind's eye, and in your own, you were all engaged in a vicious battle to take down the entity in perfect unison: you within the dream-land from the sing-sing fruit, and the reality combated by him externally with the Red-Hair pirates. 

You felt him in your eyes, and he felt you in his; both your observation Haki working in perfect synchrony to take down the demon and save the civilians and marines only there to enjoy Uta’s music. He placed a little more pressure on your shoulders, pinching the muscle beneath his wide fingertips. In unison, you spoke immediately in a hurried tone. 

“I’m so sorry, lord Charlotte,” you bowed your head and began to utter your sincere apologies to him, “If I knew this is what was waiting for us when I invited Brûlée here to the concert with me, I never would’ve-,” you started your hurried apology, only stopping when you focussed on his words.

“-I have never experienced fighting alongside such a skilled Haki user before. Observation and armament alike, you are truly a revered warrior,” he complimented you, shifting his grip on your shoulder to caress your cheek with his large hands. “Your grace on the battlefield and protection over my family did not go unnoticed here.” 

Your breath hitched, darting your eyes between his before looking down to the bodies of his unconscious siblings. Shaking your head away from his grip, you slowly sink to your knees and bow your head to him further. 

“I deserve no such praise, my lord,” you admit to him with a soft quiver in your tone and your mind racing with the aftershocks of adrenaline, “This is the second time your sister Brûlée has been injured because of me, and Oven did not fare much better.” Katakuri collected your chin beneath his fingers and angled your face up to gaze into his eyes. 

“They are unscathed,” he searched within your expression and thumbed over the apple of your cheek, “And they are unharmed physically.” He leaned forward and lowered himself down from his crouched position to kneel in front of you. “I am grateful for your friendship with my sister, please do not ever apologize to me for it.” 

A weight lifted off your shoulders as you darted your eyes between his, feeling something within his orbs suppressed below the surface. You dart your eyes down to the fur shroud covering his lips before returning to gaze up into his hazel-colored orbs. 

“Thank you, lord Charlotte,” you hang your head once more, choosing to honor him further with a low bow. He chased your gaze by lowering his head and angling his chin down, the shroud loosening over his lips and revealing a soft, toothy smile. 

“Please call me by my name,” he smiled further, both of you not noticing the two other Charlotte siblings stirring beside you and glancing up at you. You sighed, a small and shy smile rising to your lips, as you looked down to view his sharpened teeth and eel-like jaw. A soft rosy blush of shame and embarrassment grew on his cheeks as he noticed your gaze down on his lips. 

Wincing away, he retracted his hand and attempted to relift his shroud back over his lips, halting when he felt your gentle hand reach forward. You looked between his eyes, slowly adding a soft amount of pressure on his hand and softly urging him to reveal his face to you once more. 

“Would…” you began, searching his now revealed face with more purpose and a soft flush rising to your nose, ears and cheeks, “...Would you like to stay with me a while, Katakuri? Just until your siblings regain consciousness?” Katakuri looked beyond you to where Brûlée and Oven were looking at him, immediately falling to their backs and closing their eyes to feign unconsciousness. 

He smiled a soft, knowing smile and leaned forward, prompting your hand to raise from his hand up to cup his cheek. 

“I would like that very much,” he whispered your name, pressing his forehead to yours and closing his eyes upon impact. 

The connection between you was strong and powerful, short sparks of ignition tingling between the press of his head and the flames of new beginnings rising in your heart. You both raised soft smiles in unison, in view of his ‘sleeping’ siblings, and your crew now catching up with you in your place on the island. 

Katakuri now knew it was not only a possibility to have his dreams potentially become a reality with armament haki, but you may feel affection for him as he did feel for you. Breathing each other's air and holding one another close, you felt at peace and hopeful of what new beginning these sparks meant for the both of you.

#one piece #x reader #katakuri #charlotte katakuri #one piece RED #ask snail #snail answers #katakuri x reader #afab!reader #sfw #charlotte katakuri x reader #charlotte brulee #charlotte oven #straw-hat!reader

[shuenkio]

In the Sauna 🔥

Paring: Ni-ki x male!reader

Cw: mentioned of dick, naked, masturbate.

Genre: soft smau, crack.

Summary: He wants to teach you how to be brave.

Read at your own risk.

Lack of perfect words/Non proof read ><

You have been friends with Riki ever since kindergarten, and it's incredible how strong your bond has remained despite the challenges that come with long-term friendships. There have been moments when he has irritated you to no end, and you have had your fair share of disagreements. However, Riki always manages to swallow his pride and apologize, pleading for your forgiveness and seeking your companionship once again.

Even the classic duo of Tom and Jerry pales in comparison to the dynamic tension between you and Riki.

On an evening Sunday, you and Riki decide to visit a sauna for a relaxing steam, a plan that had been in the works

Upon arriving at the Sauna, you are instantly captivated by the surroundings, feeling the tension in your shoulders melting away. Despite having seen it in pictures online, nothing compares to the real thing, the atmosphere bustling with life and activity. Everywhere you look, people stroll by with boil eggs and head towels shaped like sheep, creating an adorable sight.

As Riki leads the way, your eyes continue to roam curiously, taking in every detail of the Sauna. Sensing your distraction, he gently grabs your hand, guiding you to the reservation room that you booked together the previous day.

*Inside the sauna*

The steam sauna room is a cozy haven for relaxation and stress relief, with its small, enclosed space filled with warm, humid air generated by a steam generator. The room is equipped with benches for comfortable seating, smooth walls, and soothing lighting, creating a tranquil atmosphere for sweating and unwinding.

As Riki settles down and taps the empty space beside him, motioning for you to join him, you take a seat, feeling a bit self-conscious about revealing your skin in this public setting.

"I can't believe we're in a place like this riki, wild free like we're in some kind of jungle," you said, as you covered your chest with your hands, still not used to exposing your skin in a crowded place like this.

Riki chuckled under his breath, shaking his head in disbelief. You've always been the shy type one and never changed ever since he first met you.

"Relax, this is our private room, nobody gonna stare at you just look at me! Do like this" He swung both of his hands and leaned against the wall, as he closed his eyes enjoying the warm the man spreading sight.

Being friends with him, you've to get used to seeing him being like this, didn't give af about anyone around him, he likes to do whatever crosses his mind.

The small towel that wrapped around his waistband began to strip down a little, loosening its grip, but looking at him right now, he was already in a daydream.

"Hey hey, your towel is about to loosen!" You said, alerted him. If he let it go, he'd be naked.

No response from him.

"Yahh are you deaf—" You turn your head toward him, gesturing him to do something. Imagine someone burst in by accident, wouldn't he be embarrassed? Or not?

"Ughh you're so annoying mn, imma just" his eyes are still closed, while he pulls out his towel, and throws it beside him. Spring free his long length, all sweaty with his uncut.

Your mouth dropped open, stunned at what you have just witnessed. This dude is a definition of brave for real. The urge to fire back at him stopped, you know that no matter what you say, he won't listen to you anyway. Let him be.

You take a deep heavy sigh before minding your own business. His being naked is not the first time you've seen it, countless times on record, however, acts like he's at home in this place, giving you a second hand embarrassed, anxious that someone could break in, and misunderstood.

"Can you just not for a day? What if someone comes in?" You said, slightly mad at him for his behaviors, he acts like he is a child.

"Ijbol who cares? Maybe I'd left them impressed with my big dick here" He smirked, teasing you was one of his joy to see your priceless reaction. He then stroked slowly on his length in a playful manner, pushing you to the edge.

A flashed red blush spreads across your face, even though you get used to it, his size always turning you on, clicking your button every time. You act as if you don't care, so he'll stop giving you a hard time.

Nevertheless, as he continues to play with his crotch, you feel your member poking under the towel, begging to set them free. The aroused feels growing on you a little by a little until it's fully hard.

You don't have anything to cover it up, in this steam sauna room, your leg could be used for some help. You cross your leg hoping that, he wouldn't notice your dick although his hawk eyes are already piercing your towel.

"Did I turn you on mn? My apologies if I give you a hard dick" his cocky face after he say that, irritated you so much. This is all his fault.

"Shut up you duck" you reply, as you try your best to not let your member leak. This towel is so short, barely covers your ass up, which makes your temperature even worse mixed with horny.

The moment of silence, suddenly filled with wet noises. Riki is now holding on to his dick, jerking off, chasing for his pleasure. Biting on his towel, moving his palm in a fast pace.

A gasp escapes his mouth, as he maintains the speed on his fingertips. You stay frozen, cherish the moment, and behold the sight.

In a few more strokes, his glans are dripping with his pre-cum, showering his shift in transparent wet sticky pieces of stuff. Despite not reaching his goal yet, he increases the tempo, running his fingers rapidly.

Leaving him more breathless, heaving his chest in unstable motions. Gritting his teeth tight on his towel, bites back his moans painfully.

Soon enough, he splashed out the wet cum all over his thighs. Arching his back in ecstasy, shooting out the mess on the spot he is sitting on.

"S~ee You gotta take not from me, cumming in a steam sauna lol" He uttered in an exhausted voice, worn out from the sensation of masturbated.

You didn't realize that your dick also dripping in pre-cum.

🗣️ please mind my English! ><

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#enhypen #enha x male reader #enha x you #enha imagines #enha fluff #niki x reader #enhypen niki #enhypen scenarios #enha scenarios #enha x reader #enha niki #enha smut #enhypen smut #nishimura riki #enha fanfic #enhypen fanfiction #kpop x male reader #enhypen imagines

[xuhuihuis]

its like I see every member in zb1 have a cowboy smut but not Ricky.... Are you willing to make one for him 🙏🏻🙏🏻??

Save a Horse | Shen Ricky

·˚ ༘₊· ͟͟͞͞꒰➳ warnings: cowboy!ricky, barngirl!reader, riding, pet names, overstimulation

“Such a pretty girl." Ricky groaned into your ear as you sank down on his cock, holding you down by the waist. He sat there on the stool in the corner of the barn, away from anyone else. The one rule at your ranch is that you can't have any relationships with the guys at all. So if anyone caught you like this, your whole job could be at risk. 

As you started to move, Ricky’s hand covered your mouth to muffle any moans that fell from your lips. You couldn’t help but moan at the stretch of his cock against your gummy walls. His thick cock stretched you out in such a perfect way that it was impossible to keep quiet. Luckily, the skirt of your dress was there to hide the lower half of your body if anyone were to walk in right at this moment. 

“So good for me, darling." You could tell he was holding back himself as he gripped onto the fabric of your dress, bunching it up at the hips. Smiling against his shoulder as you pick up the pace, you now take every inch of his cock that you can. Ricky looked deep into your eyes, loving how they sparkled every time that you were around him. No matter what happened between the both of you, Ricky would never forget this moment. 

Riding him with the sunset creeping through the half opened barn door with the horses outside, enjoying the peacefulness. Ricky’s head fell back onto the wall of the barn, causing his hat to fall off his head, covering his eyes. Before he could fix it, you caught the hat and placed it on your head. A deep, throaty moan came from the back of his throat when he saw how beautiful you looked wearing his hat.

Ricky could tell you were getting tired from the look in your eyes and the way you were slowing down when it got too much. It was pornographic the way you started to moan when he held onto your hips tightly and dug his heels into the ground before he started to pound into your cunt. Filling the barn with the sound of skin slapping against each other, mixing with the sound of your desperate moans.

“Baby, p-please” Whimpering as he knocks out all of the air from your lungs with each sharp thrust of his hips. The sound of your desperate moans only pushed Ricky on further to keep making you feel this good. Your whole body weight was supported by his chest, leaning against him for support, burying your face in his neck. The sweet smell of his cologne went straight to your cunt causing you to clench against him. 

“I’m gonna cum if you do that again, Darlin." Your mind was too clouded with pleasure to fully take in what he was saying. Smiling gently against his skin as his cock hit that one spot inside of you again and again. It took every muscle in your body to hold your head up and look into his half-lidded eyes before crying out as you came around his length. 

All you could do was gasp in pleasure as the waves of your orgasm came over you. Ricky rubbed your back very gently as you were shaking the whole time. The last thing he wanted was for you to pass out while he was still inside of you. Gently rocking his hips into yours as you came down from your high, not wanting to stop at all. Ricky didn’t mean to cum inside of you, but the feeling of your warm walls wrapped around him like this was too good. You moaned as his thick, white cum painted your walls, filling you up to the brim until there was a white ring around his cock.

“Shh, I’ve got you, Darlin. Breathe for me”

#hard hours #k pop smut #zb1 smut #zb1 hard hours #zb1 hard thoughts #zerobaseone hard hours #zerobaseone smut #shen ricky smut #ricky smut #ricky hard hours #ricky hard thoughts

[oliversrarebooks]

Brainwashing Chair CYOA - Get the mask off your face

Masterlist

tw: pet whump, drugging, conditioning, captivity, discussion of brain surgery

Fighting the effects of the drug trying to turn your mind to sleepy mush, you try to rally yourself. If you want any chance of resisting this, you're going to have to get the mask off of your face as soon as possible. The sedatives are already sinking into your brain and making you feel so docile and sleepy and euphoric, and if it goes on for much longer, you're not going to have any ability to fight.

Your arms and legs are firmly strapped in, but not your head. Holding your breath as much as possible and rubbing the back of your head against the back of the chair, you can feel the strap holding the mask on shift upwards. You turn your head and push the mask against your shoulder, hoping to dislodge it. After a few moments of uncomfortable wriggling fueled by one last reserve of adrenaline, you manage to break the mask's seal around your face, pushing it away from your mouth and nose and onto your cheek.

You gasp for fresh, clean air, and your head starts to clear. There's still sedative gas pumping in from the mask stuck to your face, but you're getting a much smaller dose of it now. Your fear returns as you wake up. You knew that pet processing was unethical -- the entire reason you undertook this mission -- but you weren't expecting to be drugged and brainwashed the moment you arrived. And it very nearly might have worked, if you weren't struggling so hard, or if the workers were more attentive.

Even with your regained faculties, the straps holding your arms and legs to the chair are too strong to budge. You manage to nudge the headphones off and they drop in your lap. You know very well that you've only bought a short period of freedom.

There's nothing to do now but keep yourself awake and think about your situation. You hope at least that the footage and information will be useful to your journalist group. It's undeniable proof that the pet processing facilities use unethical methods to train unwilling pets. If you have to sacrifice your mind and your identity for this information, you can only hope that it makes a difference.

The door opens and the lights flick on, the man from earlier entering the room. You shake yourself, not sure when you zoned out or for how long. He scowls at you.

"I thought you promised you'd be obedient, and here you are with the mask and headphones off," he says.

"I'm not trying to cause trouble," you say. "I was sitting here quietly…"

He puts both hands on your bound wrists and leans in close to your face. "You think you're clever for this, don't you?" he says in a firm, intimidating voice. "Cleverness is not a trait that we desire in pets. Keep it up, and you'll be scheduled for a procedure that removes your cleverness permanently."

"What kind of procedure is that?" you say, blood running cold with fear.

"Brain surgery. I don't know what it is exactly they do, because I'm no surgeon myself, but I do see the pets go in there kicking and screaming and come out docile and compliant, with big dumb smiles on their faces. So you'd better not push your luck."

"Y-yeah." Pet liberation organizations have long suspected the use of neurosurgery in pet processing, based on scars sometimes found on pets, but the processing facilities had always denied it. They had the evidence recorded now -- at least you hope.

"I'm telling you this because we don't have time on the schedule for redoing your conditioning right now, so I have to take you to the dorms. But I'm putting this down as another strike against you, so you're on thin ice. Don't give me trouble unless you want to see the inside of an operating room, okay?"

With the leg restraints still in place, he undoes your hand restraints and easily cuffs your hands together. He keeps a firm grip on the cuffs as he removes the leg restraints and pulls you up. You still feel groggy and dizzy from the amount of sedative you absorbed, but you're mostly okay.

"Follow me. We're just going to the dorms," he says, pulling on the cuffs. "You know that resisting like this is just going to make it worse for you, right? You've already signed up to be a pet, and it'll go a lot easier and faster if you just cooperate."

#whump #whump writing #brainwashing #brainwashing chair cyoa #whump cyoa #drugging #conditioning #pet whump

[sadhours]

get down, make love universe

billy hargrove x fem!reader

cw: 18+ minors dni, smut, pit kink, thigh riding, praise, p in v (unprotected)

every time i get hot, you wanna cool down

Billy kind of hit the jackpot when it came to you. Sexual energies match in a way he wasn’t sure was possible. Past girlfriends and hookups always a little too… vanilla for his tastes but you showed him it was possible to be completely satisfied all the while being insatiable.

You’re straddling his thigh, wearing a short little skirt and he’s got his arm raised over his head. Just so you can shove your face against his sweaty pit and inhale the filthiest of pheromones he has to over. Billy’s got to admit, it ain’t his kink but hell, does he love the way it turns you on. You grip your slender fingers on his black muscle tee, nose buried against his underarm while you writhe against his thigh. The TV buzzes with some rerun neither of you are paying attention to. You make soft pleased sounds as you sniff and exhale, smile playing at your lips. Billy places his other hand on your waist, kind of helps you grind down against his denim clad thigh.

He’s growing hard in his jeans, just from the way you’re clearly loving this. Your heads all fuzzy, dizzy on his scent as you shamelessly hump his thigh and thank god for the summer heat and Billy for being such an active man. Most people are disgusted by body odor and really, you only became an exception to that when you met Billy. Something about his scent was different, had an affect on you that was quite alien but you’re not the type to deny something that brings you pleasure.

“Other one,” you mumble, pushing his left arm up and shoving your nose against the damp hairs.

Billy chuckles but raises his arm, drops his right one to the small of your back. Guides your movements, lifts his thigh just enough to apply the perfect amount of pressure to your clit. You inhale deeply and moan on the exhale, gripping his shirt tighter as you roll your hips down on him. Your nipples are perked up under the thin material of your cami and rub dully against Billy’s chest, aiding in the absolute pleasure echoing all over your body.

“You’re so nasty,” he mumbles, but you can hear the smile in his voice.

You rub your face against his armpit, humming and moaning before pulling back and switching back to other one. Once you do so, Billy moves his left hand down to rub against his crotch. Which makes you even hotter, bouncing on his thigh as you moan against his underarm. He likes this, and that excites you even more, knowing Billy’s getting hard from you indulging in his pheromones.

“You smell so good,” you whine, grinding down a little harder, “It’s not my fault.”

“No?” he placates, moving his hand to spank your ass, “Just can’t help yourself, can you?”

“Uh-uh,” you shake your head, moving your hand down to squeeze his cock through his jeans and Billy elicits a low groan. Rolls his own hips up, makes your eyes flutter shut from the friction against your clit. You’ve fully soaked through your panties, no doubt leaving a lewd, wet spot on his denim.

Billy lowers his arm, pushing your face away to which you whine but then he’s grabbing onto your ass and helping you grind down against him. You press your lips to his, kissing him slow but hungry as you soak up the pleasure waving through your body. He spanks you with a harsh smack as he whispers against your mouth, “Go ahead. Get yourself off on me, baby.”

You swallow hard, nodding as you grab a hold of his shoulders and use the leverage to wiggle down against his thigh. He leans back, hands behind his head with a cocky smirk plastered on his face as he watches you. And he’s exposed his hairy pits to you again. Enticing you, but he also told you to get off on his thigh. Your hands move down to hold yourself against his chest, humping against his thigh shamelessly. Your eyes keep bouncing from his face to his pits, letting him know his teasing is working.

The friction is too good though, coil twisting in your stomach as you circle your hips and then move them up and down. A repetitive combination that pushes you over the edge, orgasm peaking through you and you cry out, upper half collapsing on Billy’s chest. Nose to his underarm again, panting while you take advantage and inhale his pheromones again. Aftershocks of your orgasm making your hips pathetically roll back and forth.

His hand smooths down your back, down to your ass again and he gets a good handful of your asscheek and squeezes, “Good girl.”

He flips you onto your back on the couch, stands to rid himself of his jeans before he pushes your skirt up again so he can peel down your panties. Smoothes his hands up and down your thighs, admiring the slick dripping through your folds. He groans lowly, gathers it on his fingers and slips them into his mouth, tasting you. You squirm against the couch, unbelievably turned on from watching him suck on his fingers. Whine for him, “Billy… need you.”

He grabs his cock through his briefs, bites his lip as he gazes down at you. Billy pushes his underwear off and situates himself between your legs, slaps the head of his cock against your sensitive pussy and smiles all smug when you yelp. He slides through your folds, makes you whine and squirm and then the head catches on your entrance. A team effort of wiggling hips and Billy penetrates you beautifully, thick and heady. Has you grabbing tightly on his biceps as he sheathes his way inside.

“Fuck,” he grunts, hand reaching up to brace himself on the couch.

Your leg wraps around his back, hands pulling his shoulders down so you can taste his lips again. Knitting your fingers through his hair, you moan lewdly into the kiss as he builds up a steady rhythm with his hips. Pressing against that spongy spot inside you and dragging deliciously against your gummy walls. Billy’s kissing back but it’s lazy, more focused on fucking you into the couch.

Quickly, he gets carried away and the slowness is replaced with harsh thrusts as he grabs the back of your thighs and pushes them up. Repetitive yelps and moans spewing out of your mouth with each stroke. Your mind gets all fuzzy, like it always does with Billy. Fingernails scratch down his back as yours arches, crying out in pleasure as you’re brought back to that euphoric edge.

“That’s it,” he huffs out, looking down at the way your tits bounce with his movements, “Taking my cock like such a good girl.”

He moves his hand down and presses his thumb against your clit, moving in quick and practiced circles. Makes your eyes cross as the second orgasm begins to flow into you.

“Billy!” you cry out, panting and squeezing his biceps.

His lips crash into yours, muffling your sounds as he pummels his hips against yours even faster before they still and he grunts into your mouth. You feel him cum filling you up, coating your walls and it’s all filthy and sticky. He licks into your mouth, grabbing your wrists and pinning them above your head. You can feel the smile on his face against your lips, his hips giving a weak thrust before he laughs softly.

“Fuck, you’re so hot,” he mumbles and grabs your chin.

“Mm,” you whine and wrap your legs around him, kissing him some more.

#billy hargrove #billy hargrove x reader #Billy hargrove smut #billy hargrove x female reader #billy hargrove x you #billy hargrove x y/n #billy hargrove x f!reader #billy hargrove x fem!reader smut

[gravehags]

ghoul bicycle pack slice of life (part 1 of ?)

"It's hot," you whine, using the neckline of your tank top as a makeshift rag.

"I know, my love," Aether says with a smile, eyes focused on the risotto he's stirring in the pan, "hand me the garlic you chopped up?"

You slump over to the counter and gently pick up the cutting board, dutifully bringing it over to the quintessence ghoul. You'd think him entirely unmoved by the temperature if you didn't spy the back of his shirt damp with sweat. You're about to offer to bring him an ice pack when Cumulus strolls into the kitchen.

"'Lus!" you exclaim, thrilled to have a new person to complain to, "my queen...we are fucking miserably hot."

She tuts, looking between the two of you and then grins.

"Mmm good thing there's an air ghoulette to save the day."

You gasp, somehow forgetting about Cumulus' body temperature being drastically lower than the rest of the ghouls'. She starts to make her way towards you with her arms outstretched but you gesture to Aether.

"Chef gets first dibs," you say simply, sighing when you watch Cumulus come up behind Aether and wrap her arms around him. The relief you know he feels is palpable, his body sagging backwards into her even as he continues stirring. His eyes slide shut and carefully you pry the wooden spoon out of his hand and take over.

"That good, huh Aeth?" you ask, smiling and adjusting the heat of the stove. He doesn't say anything in return, just lets out a long, low growl of contentment. Cumulus smiles at you with her cheek pressed against his back, giving you a little wink before reaching down and delivering a sharp slap to Aether's rump.

"Your turn, honey," she says, disentangling herself from Aether and reaching her arms out towards you. You set the spoon down and practically fling yourself into her arms, groaning at the instant relief. She's in a tanktop, like you, and her cute little cutoff shorts and she laughs when you seek out every bare inch of flesh she has to offer. You know you look ridiculous with your limbs entwined with hers and you can hear Aether snickering.

"Cumulus my absolute beloved," you murmur into her shoulder, muffled, "I think I'm in love with you."

She laughs out loud and slips her hands under your shirt to press her cool palms to your waist.

"I don't know, Aeth," she says while you bury your nose in the loose curls on the side of her face, "do we love her?"

"You know, something tells me we might," he grins.

You pout and slide your hand down to palm at Cumulus' plump ass cheek before licking a stripe up her neck. The air ghoulette shrieks and pulls away, slapping you on the arm.

"That's something I would have expected from Dewdrop, not you," she grumbles and you give her an angelic smile.

"What can I say, he's rubbing off on me."

"Oh, I bet he is," Aether says slyly, giving you a lewd little wink. Cumulus shakes her head and moves to leave the kitchen but you grab her loosely by the wrist.

"Don't leave," you cry, "who will save me from the advances of the big, powerful quintessence ghoul if not you?"

Cumulus rolls her eyes, fighting back a smile and all of a sudden Aether turns off the stove and moves the finished risotto to a cool burner.

"Who will save you both?" he asks, devilish smile on his lips as he prowls toward the two of you. Cumulus manages to flee in time but all of a sudden you're pulled into a pair of strong arms from behind.

"Caught you," he growls, and heat simmers in your belly when he grinds against you, "now what to do with you, my little sous chef?"

You giggle leaning back into his touch.

"Risotto's gonna go cold," you say and his arms grip tighter around you.

He places a kiss on the top of your head and nuzzles into your hair.

"'S what the microwave is for."

He's guiding you to the counter and lifts you up by the thighs to perch on it. When he leans in, you smile against his lips.

"You're a terrible cook."

#ghoul bicycle series

[northern-polaris]

Wrap My Name Across Your Mouth

First off, how dare. HOW DARE. I make a silly fucking bet that if I wrote a kiss scene, A CERTAIN SOMEBODY WOULD WRITE ME A TAMDRAS SCENE. Well they did and it was fucking amazing and now I gotta post this

Summary: Andras helps Tamlin get up in the morning.

Words: less than 1k

“C’mon, Tam…” A voice soothed distantly, muddled and hazy.

Tamlin stirred slowly, the fogginess of sleep heavy on his mind. He was about to fall under again when he felt a calloused, gentle hand lightly shake his bare shoulder. The hand slowed to a stop and the fingers moved to thrum a tune against Tamlin’s skin.

“Wakey-wakey. If I have to get up at the asscrack of dawn then so do you.” The voice sang cheerfully. 

Tamlin turned his head away from the sound with a groan. The hand lifted from his shoulder, giving Tamlin a brief second of hope for peace, but then the hand returned to start slapping the side of his face. 

Without opening his eyes Tamlin lazily started batting the hand away. The hand retaliated with equal force, and a slap fight ensued for much longer than appropriate for the likes of a High Lord. 

“Fine,” The voice finally said, their hand drawing back. “Be like that, then.” Footsteps echoed across the room; the side with the door. 

Tamlin resisted the smile tugging at his mouth, continuing to be stoned-faced. Victory. 

However, quick, loud stomps suddenly thundered, drawing closer to the bed: Like someone getting a running start. 

Tamlin opened his eyes just in time to watch helplessly as Andras, grinning wildly, dived onto the bed and landed on Tamlin, Andras’ elbow burying itself in Tamlin’s gut, knocking the air out of him with a noise akin to a dying goat. 

Andras cackled as Tamlin curled in on himself, writhing in agony. Eventually, Tamlin felt the metal plating of Andras’ uniform press against his back and well-tuned arms wrapped around his waist. “Tam,” Andras let the syllable draw out like a whine. “You have to get up. I can’t face the cruel world without you.” He buried his face between Tamlin’s shoulder blades with a huff. 

“Then perish.” Tamlin knew Andras could hear the smile in his words when the arms at his waist squeezed fondly. 

After a moment of bliss, Andras slowly lifted his head and placed his lips at the base of Tamlin’s neck. “Tam.” He said again, slowly murmuring it into Tamlin’s skin like it was sacred. A prayer. 

Tamlin tried to repress a shiver: an electric, exhilarating warmth that flowed through his veins like liquid gold.

One hand remained at his waist, fingers idly toying with the waistband of Tamlin’s sleepwear, while the other glided up his body and came to rest at the front of his neck. No pressure, just a warm weight. Safe. 

Andras lightly tilted Tamlin’s head and murmured his nickname again. This time, where his neck met his shoulder. “You’re doing a shit job at making me want to leave this bed.” Tamlin mused breathily.

Andras’ head moved upwards, his lips trailing along Tamlin’s skin. “I’m multitasking,” he whispered next to his ear, his breath hot and tickling, before nipping at the shell of it.  

Tamlin cursed. His grip on the sheets tightened, and a sliver of claws peaked out at the tip of his fingers. 

“Careful, Tam,” Andras warned playfully, now leaning over and mouthing the words into Tamlin’s jaw. His hand at Tamlin’s neck moved to cup the other side of his face. “You’ve just replaced those along with the frame.” 

“I wonder whose fault was that in the first place.” Tamlin snapped hotly. Andras made an innocent noise that vaguely resembled an ‘I don’t know’, before suddenly catching Tamlin’s lips in his teeth. Both them tasting a hint of blood. He let his teeth up quickly and tilted both their heads into a kiss. 

Tamlin twisted his body to face Andras directly, yanked his hands away from the sheets, and buried them into other’s dark curls. Claws grazing so carefully along his scalp. “Tam,” Andras’ breathed into his lips before deepening the kiss. His hand tightened around Tamlin’s hip, just barely soft enough to not form a bruise. The other that was still cupped Tamlin’s cheek moved to tuck a blond lock of hair behind his ear. 

Andras tasted like coffee strong enough to kill the Bog, stolen cookies from the kitchens, and euphoria. 

Abruptly, just as quickly as it started, Andras drew his head back and pulled them both into sitting positions. Tamlin followed along like a ragdoll. Hands still tight in Andras’ hair. 

“Andras?” Tamlin said dazedly, and Andras just stared at him, yellow eyes boring into his. He placed a hand on the middle of Tamlin’s chest and the other underneath his chin. His thumb pulled on the bottom of Tamlin’s bruised lip. 

Slowly. Agonizingly slowly, he leaned in, closed his eyes, opened his mouth, and…

“Get your lazy ass out of bed.” Andras suddenly pushed Tamlin off the mattress, making him tumble onto the floor, dragging the sheets along with him in a messy heap. Tamlin’s back hit the ground with a hard thud. 

Tamlin stared blankly at the ceiling, uncomprehendingly. Andras poked his head like a gopher over the side of the mattress, that same wild grin from before painted on his face. 

“C’mon, Tam,” Andras cooed while Tamlin idly thought of all the ways to fucking strangle him. “The Court doesn’t run itself!”

Andras gracefully pushed himself off the bed, a bounce in his step, and skipped towards the door. He grabbed a hold of the handle, turned his head, and blew a kiss accompanied by a sultry wink.

“I’ll meet you in your office later after training the fresh meat. Until then, My Lord, Tamlin.”

Andras bowed low and slow, closed the door with a slam, and Tamlin swore he heard Andras whistling as he walked away. 

Tamlin was in love. 

#tamlin #andras #Tamdras #acotar fanfic #this may be cringe it passed SOMEBODY'S vibe check so its fine #TLDR Andras fucking dips because hes a lil shit #look at these fucking dorks