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nyimasu · 1 year

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IT WON'T FIT! — TOJI FUSHIGURO X FEM!READER

— CW : toji is a well-hung menace still broke af (what's new), rough!toji, wall sex, implied size kink, this man fucks you raw 24/7, is 'girl' a pet name?, cervix fucking, multiple orgasms, breeding kink, creampie, slight teasing, double penetration at the end (monsterfucking), squirting

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NOTE : well, this takes place in the jjk verse and nothing I say can justify my horniness lmao I wrote this at 2am because toji always comes back to remind me why I'm so down bad for him (ssh don't tell geto)

enjoy!

Toji is a man on a mission tonight. That being to fuck you into oblivion.

"Come on, be a good girl and stay still," his fist lands a hair’s breadth away from your face pressed against the wall, hips snapping against yours in a dance of curses laced with moans erupting from you both. He hides his nose in your hair as his next words hit you.

"I want your pussy to milk me dry again.

I said don't move."

You squirm anyway, feeling his tongue lick a fat stripe of your tensed neck to then bite it as his calloused, experienced fingers roam your body to get rid of what's left of your clothes. You hear the fabric tear apart under Toji's touch, pooling at your feet, shreds of the shirt flying around when the groan the man lets out when you try to look at him from above your shoulder. It's primal, the one lions use to chase away other predators when eating.

He's possessive over his precious, little toy.

"T-Toji."

A sharp hiss on his part, followed by a merciless thrust that shuts you up with a wail. He is practically rutting into you.

Your eyes roll in the back of your head as his whisper grazes the shell of your ear, "Want new clothes? I'll get you new ones after my cum fills every hole of you, girl."

His cock has been kissing your cervix for a good minute, bruising and hitting it with his monstrous cock. The first time you saw it you were certain it wasn’t going to fit. You still wonder the same, but it always fills you to the brim with little to no effort.

Toji always makes sure of that.

The drag of his dick is so delicious, grazing your walls — no, clogging them with its size like occluded pipes ready to burst yet the slick wetness you're so drenched in helps him move in and out of you in smooth, calculated moves you find maddening.

Every time its head collides with that sweet, intimate spot all you can see are flickering stars, but today there are so many more than usual, getting closer to you by the minute. They just get brighter, hotter and you feel them coat your eyelashes and cheeks in flocks until all you can see are them. Liquid stars falling from your eyes and he's your favourite star seeker.

His grip on you tightens as the fist still close to your face opens up, palm digging into your open mouth to suppress yet another desperate moan from you.

What other women said about him is true. Before your paths crossed, you had listened to them without thinking much of it. But now, as he is using you as his personal cum dumpster against the wall of some run-down bar in Tokyo, you know they were right.

How Toji Fushiguro's stamina is as endless as the arsenal of cursed tools in his possession.

How he doesn't stop until his semen overwrite your own blood, marking you permanently as his.

How lewd is the sound of skin slapping against skin, muscular thighs colliding with your quivering ones in the dead of the night.

But they didn't warn you about his peculiarities, oh no.

Truth is, nobody managed to keep him interested in them for as long as you did. Hell, you still do.

You have him wrapped around your little finger, and he knows it. And a part of him loves it, being desired beyond limits, free to act upon his most twisted urges without the fear of judgement.

Those sluts he had sex with before are nothing compared to the real deal. You.

Toji is grinning like the maniac he is when his digits pry open your lower lips, stretching them further while he's still buried deep inside your aching pussy. For a moment, the man sees how far he's driven himself into you through the bulge in your lower tummy and groans under his breath. You're so fucking perfect.

You clench around him in response, whipping your head around to see why he’s bucking into you so slowly. It's sloppy, the pace he's just set, and the Sorcerer Killer never half-asses anything.

So why-

You don’t seem to understand what’s happening until a blunt object between your flush bodies comes out to play, and your hitched breath doesn’t go unnoticed. Startled, you look down to see the familiar shape of Toji's cursed spirit snaking around his leg and up to the hip bone, poking your entrance already full of his master’s cock.

Nope. No way I’m going to indulge him on this one you think to yourself.

"This really won't fit." you say in a daze, but the man hears you the same. And betrayal is around the corner, the first to fall your body, arching on its own at the sensation of the worm’s spongy head delving deeper. Your juices, mixed with Toji’s thick cum leaking out of your cunt, smeared all over it as it rubs itself in the ache between your legs and you gulp, ready to be smothered.

But it’s never enough, not when it comes to Fushiguro.

Apparently your eyes are speaking louder than words because the man’s gaze is on you before you can look away. His green eyes bore a hole in you, and if he really does, you’re sure he’d find a way to clog it as well with his fingers, his mouth or some other tool of his.

“Aww, my girl wants to back off now? Too bad you can’t,” he coos, faux concern in his tone but it suddenly rises in volume when the hand still on your body. the one that nullified your clothes, slides down to where the cursed spirit is. He strokes it like he would with his cock, and something in the way he does so sends jolts of electricity down your spine.

“You can, girl. Also, we’ve been working non-stop for weeks. Let it take the edge off the stress too, would ya?”

That last sentence blows the air out of your lungs and under your scorching stare, Toji’s finger brushes the worm’s body, motioning for it to move.

It lasts a second, but it’s more than enough, because the curse pushes into you altogether. It splits you open and you let out a scream. You spread your legs wider to accommodate both, but the stretch is still clawing from within, and it burns with every inch the spirit adds to Toji’s girth. Coated as they are in your releases, the man behind you simply laughs in ecstasy before his dominant hand finds your hair, pushing you flush against the wall again as he resumes pistoning into your pussy with force.

This time, the cursed spirit joins in and all you manage to mumble are strings of Toji's name dying on your lips when his other hand covers flies up to border one of your tits.

The coil in your stomach jumps up and down with each jerk of his in you, the cursed worm following his master’s movements to bring you closer to fold for them.

You do bend forward more for Toji to yank at your roots harder, eliciting sweet sounds from you, until his mouth is on you once more. The scarred tissue surrounding the scar scratches the back of your neck, just like the black shirt he still has on — but everything fades in the background with him so close.

You won’t last long.

“Do you want to cum? Does it feel good to be stuffed like this, uhm?”

“Yes, yes. Tojiii” whining, you stare at him dead in the eye, but lose momentum the second the worm’s head slips off just to dive back in you. Words are trapped in your throat, yet another feeble plea escapes you and hearing that, Toji’s smirk gets bigger.

“Go on, then. Make a mess.”

The softness of his pitch-black locks contrasts with the roughness, tautness of his muscles as he leans closer, his cock and cursed spirit stilling into you as you come with your head falling back on his shoulder, eyelids shut and mouth open.

That sight alone brings Toji to his own release, and he gets so lost in the feeling of you squeezing his cock that he never stops fucking into you, not even when he spurts creamy ropes in your spasming cunt. That’s why he misses you biting your lower lip, mewling in overstimulation as you squirt all over him.

But when his gaze gets fixated on your parted legs, finally coming down from his high, he takes a double look and the shit-eating grin plastered on his face is the first thing you see after he and the worm slip out and flips you around.

Before you can say anything his mouth is on yours in a hungry kiss, tongues battling for dominance as his fingers gather your arousal on them, both amused and proud. He steps back enough for you to catch your breath, but not far enough for him to miss your cheeks burning, taunted by the scene before your eyes.

Toji’s digits rest on his tongue, licking them clean as the dim lights of the streetlights show you the wicked man moaning at the taste of your juices.

His eyes soften as he chuckles, “Guess I’ll have to fuck you more often with my cursed spirit if I get you to squirt.

Let’s go steal some clothes now.

I can't have my girl walking around naked.”

#voice of cassandra #jjk smut #toji smut #toji x you #toji x reader #toji fushiguro smut #toji fushiguro x you #toji fushiguro x reader #jujutsu kaisen smut

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faux-ecrivain · 5 months

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Yan neko

(Second Official Post)

(This yandere is slow developing, so it won’t seem particularly yanderish.)

Yan neko who approached you in his cute little cat form, meowing for you attention (but in reality all he wants is your food)

Yan neko who happily makes himself at home, ignoring you when you shoo him off the furniture or tell him to stop eating your food.

Yan neko that enjoys the soft pets you give him (even if he bites you when you pet him for too long). He enjoys the love you give him, the cuddles (no matter how reluctant you are to give them), the kisses too…(Although he hates it when your kisses muss his fur!)

You place a gentle kiss on the forehead of your cute cat and your hand gently running through his soft colorful fur. He purrs loudly as you continue to grace him with excessive amounts of affection, he knows that despite your indifferent exterior you love him. (His delusional mind may be conjuring up a different sort of love, the type that taunts him with the thought of revealing who he truly is)

You don’t know when this cat managed to worm its way into your heart, but you can’t say you hate it.

Although, this joy and contentment is destroyed when he reveals himself. He expected you to greet him with the same amount of love you graces his cat form with, but clearly he was wrong.

You’re panicking, you’ve been living with a person this whole time?? Others might not view it as a big deal, but you do, you feel betrayed and angry.

There’s been a person masquerading as your pet cat this whole time?? A person that’s been eating your food, sleeping in your bed (albeit in cat form, but who’s to say he didn’t turn into his human form at night?), probably stealing your clothes too! (He was totally stealing your clothes, he hid them in a floor board where he’s hidden everything else he’s stolen from you)

Yan neko is flabbergast by your behavior, why are you screaming? Why are you angry? He didn’t do anything to you! Sure he might have stole a few intimate items of clothes, but he returned them and he’s been pitching in around the house! (He’s been doing the dishes, even the laundry and it’s very difficult to get stains out of the clothes you own!)

Yan neko tries to calm you down, insisting that he’s still the same old cuddly cat that you’ve been doting on. (Despite the glaring differences, after all cats don’t speak English, and they definitely don’t have hands)

Yan neko who gets tired of your shouts and decides to shush you up (he just covers your mouth, although that backfired and you bite him). Eventually you do calm down, now yan neko is your roommate and he has to go get a job.

Yan neko is appalled by your request (what do you mean I have to get a job? So what if I’ve been living here rent free and eating all your food! I’m a cute cat boy! Don’t you want to take care of me?)

Yan neko who begrudgingly gets a job, although he struggles with hiding his tail and cat ears. But he’ll do anything if it means staying in this warm house of yours and having endless supplies of food! (Although he’s rather upset that he has to stop sharing a room with you)

Yan neko who becomes fiercely territorial the moment he sees you invite someone over to your house. He growls (do cats growl?), he hissed and snarls. His anger only tempered when you spray him with water, then he’s banished to the guest room.

Yan neko grumbles, already plotting the demise of your guest.

He scratches his nails against the wall and tries to listen in on the conversation you two are having. He can only hear murmurs and then he’s distracted by the sound of you laughing. His hearts flutters and he laments, wondering why you never laugh when he’s around. He sighs and then he hears your guest laugh, and his mood sours.

He snarls, (how dare that stranger flirt with you! Yan believes that he’s the only for you..), then slams a fist against the door. It startled your guest and you excuses yourself to go scold your neko roommate.

Although he hates being scolded (your lectures take way too long), he can’t help but reveal in your attention. (Of course he does, He’s a cat). He reluctantly agrees to quiet down (you threatened to take away his catnip), only after you promise to let him cuddle you tonight.

Of course this doesn’t stop him from sneaking out after your guest left, stalking your guest and then promptly eliminating them from the world. (It’s a mess to clean up, but he’s persistent, and soon enough the entire area is sparkling clean. Then he has to find a way to clean himself off, maybe this wasn’t the best idea?)

He does his best to distract you from his sudden and unexplained disappearance (boy, you sure are persistent! You must be really worried about him…) it takes hours, but you’re eventually placated and you get ready for bed. Although, that calmness is destroyed by tomorrow morning, as the news comes on and reveals the unfortunate death of your guest from last night. (Your guest was named Gene Robinson, their parents are absolutely devastated to hear of Gene’s passing.)

Yan neko instantly becomes on edge when you start to question his excuses, you start to point out flaws in his logic, you start to doubt him. (don’t do that, he doesn’t want to loose house privileges!)

Yan neko tells you That Gene was a threat, that he was only doing what was necessary to keep the two of them safe!

Yan neko panics when you don’t believe him (calling him a criminal and threatening to call the police) and decides to take action (he knocks you out), he wants to keep you safe, but he can’t lock you up here (people will notice your absence). He doesn’t know what to do, for now he’ll just get you comfortable in bed, and when you wake up he’ll try to explain the situation to you.

(Phew, this took some time, but this isn’t exactly my best work. Still, enjoy the post and feel free to comment! I’m having trouble with coloring the font, so I apologize if certain parts of this post aren’t highlighted or italicized.)

#Yandere neko #yandere oc #second official post #This one took some time #I might post another yandere soon #Thinking about naming the neko Nyxx or Nate maybe?#yandere x reader #my writing #possible fanfic #Yandere neko x reader #Nyxx my oc

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badingsm · 8 months

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https://www.tumblr.com/badingsm/726265525289861121/yn-enters-the-living-room-with-pickles-and-ice?source=share

As a FRIENDS lover, I beg you to make a one shot about this pleaseeee😭😭

Hi! I hope you like this, Anon. I'm sorry, it's like my first time doing this so, I hope I don't disappoint :)

Warnings: Light smut that's cringey, mentions of vomiting, pregnancy, cursing.

"Fuck, baby, if you keep doing that, I'm going to-" Natasha grunted lowly as she thrust into a different angle to hit your sensitive spot, making you both feel the pleasure and chase your highs closer and closer. You were bent on her bed, all at her mercy, while she fucked you from behind, basking in the sound of your moans.

Your relationship with Natasha has always been a love-hate dynamic one. You two just couldn't get along without the other one teasing or mocking the other. As a person filled with pride, you hated that. So you defend yourself by treating her the same way she does.

So, being here and being intimate with her was a huge surprise on both of your parts. One minute you guys were in one of Tony's famous post-mission parties, then the next, fighting over the game that you don't even remember, and now, you're here.

You both are here.

Doing some miracles.

"Oh—feels so good, I-" You gasped when her thrusts became harder and faster. Your knuckles had long turned white with how hard you'd balled your fist in her mattress. "Nat, I'm gonna—fuck."

"Shit, shit—hold it," Natasha groaned, her palm finding its way into your hair, fisting it into a ponytail before tugging it in a pleasurable way, making your back press against her built and sweaty front. She thrust a few more times while you whined, feeling the pain of holding on too long, being completely dumb for anything else but getting your own relief, until you heard her whisper hotly in your ear as she felt herself about to release too, "Cum for me, baby."

And that's it.

You both let go.

Your thighs shook wildly around hers while you continued to release all your juices. At the same time, her cum shot out of her, painting your walls white and planting her seeds in you.

And at that moment, when you realized exactly that, you pushed Natasha—who fell into your chest with a heavy breath—off of you.

"Fuck, Romanoff!" You bit your lip harshly while she looked at you with hooded eyes.

She smirked, "I just did. Ready for round-"

"You.." You clenched your jaw. "You didn't pull out, damn it! You're not even wearing a condom!"

Her eyes widened at that.

Natasha's lips fell into a circular shape as she blinked slowly at you. "I'm sorry, I forgot. Are you on birth control?"

"I'm not!" You said through gritted teeth, getting up to clean yourself in her bathroom and then gathering your clothes. "But.."

"Yes?"

"But there's also a possibility that it will not happen." You tried to assure yourself more than her when you let that out, "Just because we had sex once, I'll be—yeah, I won't be. It's fine. Besides, this is just a one-time thing anyway."

"Mhm," Natasha nodded, "Sure. So... wanna stay?"

"No thanks. I should get back." You smiled tightly. "This was kind of nice though."

"What? You being fucked?"

"Brutal but yes," You replied unashamedly, "And the fact that we can be in the same room without biting each other's heads off."

"Really?" Natasha asked you with a small grin. She almost looks shy, but she's quick to mask it off with her coy self.

"You're still my enemy, though."

"And you are mine." She winks.

With that, you left quickly, wondering if whatever she said had another meaning, but you soon brushed it off your mind.

It's impossible.

A month had passed since that night.

You were currently in the kitchen with Wanda and Yelena.

Wanda was making her famous chicken paprikash while you nursed yourself with ice cream. It's your little reward after the stressful debriefing you had with Fury.

You were in the middle of biting a spoon when suddenly, the aroma of Wanda's freshly cooked paprikash made you nauseous. You tried to stop yourself from gagging with the use of your palm because you didn't want to be rude in any way, but it was unstoppable this time. So, you rushed to the nearest sink and dumped all the contents of your stomach in there.

Yelena was quick enough to help you. She rubbed your back comfortingly while Wanda turned off the stove and tucked your hair behind your ear.

"Are you okay?" Wanda asked, her mother instincts kicking in.

"Fine," You mumbled after finishing. You cleaned yourself before looking up to her and asking, "What's that smell?"

"What?" Yelena questioned curiously.

"That," You pointed at the smoking pot with pursed lips, "Why does it smell like that?"

"I was cooking for the boys since they requested it." Wanda looked at you weirdly. "And I was also making some extra for you. I know it's your favorite but.."

"No, no, no." You were quick enough to dismiss her frown. "I love your paprikash, trust me. Maybe.. maybe this is just one of my bad days where I get a little weird from my normal self."

Yelena raised her brows at that, but she didn't say anything else. Instead, she went back to her seat after you assured her that you were good already.

"Sure." Wanda eyed you suspiciously. "Just drink more water, yeah? Maybe you're just dehydrated."

Even if that's not what she believes because her suspicions say otherwise, she gave you a glass of water before leaving with two bowls on a tray for Tommy and Billy.

A few weeks later.

You grabbed an apple that you saw above the counter before going through the cupboard to find the ketchup to pair it with. You had just finished your training for the day, and you had been craving this the whole time. Now, you wouldn't waste another second without satisfying your needs.

Natasha entered the kitchen then. She had a walk with Fanny since Yelena was on a mission with Barton until the next day. She was dressed in her usual style: a black shirt, a leather jacket, jeans, and combat boots, along with her famous braids.

The moment you saw her face, you felt annoyed.

And that's normal.

So, with a huff, you left her alone and trudged your way through the living room, where you could watch your comfort show.

Things with Natasha were still the same, except for the fact that she became more flirty this time, but all in all, you still find her sarcastic self annoying.

Meanwhile, the said redhead watched you from the kitchen, eyeing your choice of food. She found it... weird to think about your choice of food but didn't comment on it.

No one dared to say anything about it anyway because they were afraid to get snapped by you, especially with how much your patience and temper had gone shorter and shorter as time went by.

The next day.

You woke up lightheaded until you felt something in your stomach, and before you even come into full consciousness, you're bent into your toilet bowl, dumping everything that you've got in your stomach even though you haven't eaten anything yet. Tears pricked into the corners of your eyes as you prayed that your liver wouldn't be puked out too.

This keeps happening every single morning, and now it bothers you already, so with a thought, you cleaned yourself, grabbed a glass of water, and drank it quickly before finding your way to the medical bay, where Banner was busy tingling his...sciencey stuff.

"Hey, Y/n!" He smiled. "What can I do for you?"

"I'm dying," You concluded out loud, not missing the way his face fell into shock before shaking his head. He should be really used to your dramatic antics by now. "Brucely, I'm dying!"

"Tell me your symptoms," He asked patiently.

"Well, I've been puking—a lot. Like every morning or every time I don't like something. I'm always lightheaded. Always hungry—oh, wait, that's normal me—but, yeah, pretty much that."

"I think I know what's happening." He trailed off cautiously. "Have you considered testing yourself?"

"Oh, believe me, living is really a difficult test for me, and I'm barely passing, but-"

"No, no," He shook his head with a small chuckle, "I meant pregnancy test."

"Uh, are you a weirdo or something?" You tried to joke when you felt that this was getting serious and there was a big possibility that he might be right, but you're still scared to acknowledge that.

"How's your period?"

"I'm a month late, but I'm irregular anyway, so..."

"Can I—just to make sure, if you're up for it?" He offered gently, not wanting to force you or make you uncomfortable in any way.

You thought about it for a while before deciding that you should do it. It's for the sake of your mind and sanity anyway. Either way, you'll just end up overthinking it for God knows how many nights, and you don't want that.

So, with a deep sigh, you nodded as an answer.

"Results are back." Bruce came back from the lab with a folder in his hand. He was reading it with his glasses while he grabbed the seat in front of you. "You ready?"

"Mhm," You released a shaky breath, "Am I dying already?"

"No," He smiled, "You're actually pregnant."

You laughed nervously at that, looking at him with unsure eyes and saying, "That's a good one, Bruce. So, what's the result?"

"Uh, you're pregnant. Really." Bruce then placed the paper in front of you for you to read the documents yourself. "Congratulations, Y/n."

"Yeah, no, I can't—it just happened one time and-" You felt pathetic when you started to address the burn in your eyes at the same time your anxiety had settled in, "I'm not.."

"It's okay, Y/n," He comforted. Bruce has always been the father figure of the team, and you thank him for that. "It's a lot to take in, but know that we're here for you."

"Thanks, Bruce." You nodded, wiping the tears that fell into your cheeks before leaving with the papers clasped in your hands. "I should probably head back."

"If you don't mind me asking," He stopped you before you could completely leave the room, "Who's the..."

You smiled tightly and said, "I'd rather not talk about that yet. Sorry."

"It's fine. Go on." He dismissed you kindly. "Take care though. Especially now."

"Yes, thanks again!"

And with that, you disappeared.

Months have passed.

You began showing, and now you're already in your ninth month.

The team was curious about whose child it was, but they didn't dare to voice their questions. Instead, they supported you with everything that they had.

Meanwhile, with Natasha, she agreed to take responsibility as she muttered a series of apologies to you, but you also made her promise not to tell anyone that she's the baby mama. It's not that you were embarrassed; you're just not yet ready for it.

Being talked about as pregnant with this anonymous person is already enough to make your ears and head hurt, and if the team finds out that your enemy is the other parent of your child, you're sure they won't leave you two alone. Just by thinking that, the veins in your head are already pulsing painfully.

So, no, not yet.

Anyways.

Currently, Peter insisted on having a movie marathon with the group, which is why all of them were either sitting or lying in the living room while you grabbed your snacks in the kitchen—pickles and ice cream.

After drinking a glass of water, you walked back into where the movie was playing since you had just arrived after taking a nap and a shower for a while.

As you entered, you saw the way their eyes seemed to shift their attention to you.

So, with a roll of the eyes, you scoffed, "That's right. Still no baby!"

Natasha saw your frame and the way you struggled with how heavy your bump was; she was quick enough to leave her comfortable seat and lowly say, "Uh.. detka, maybe you'd be more comfortable here?"

With the sound of her voice, you snapped your attention to her. Your relationship was still the same, but you've noticed that she chooses to bite back her remarks instead whenever you pick on her. She was patient enough. As she should be.

"You. Like you haven't done enough." You glared at her.

Natasha sighed before looking back up to you with a nervous smile, "Look, I-I know how miserable you are; I wish there was something I could do. I mean, I wish I was the one with the vagina, so I'm the one who's knocked up-" You glared at her sharper this time, "But yeah, it'll be fine soon, love, you're near the end. Yay!"

You huffed, "If you just pulled-" You cut yourself off when you felt the harsh contractions coming your way, making you whisper with gritted teeth so as to not get the unnecessary attention of the team, "God-fucking-damn you, Romanoff!"

"Mhm, yeah, all my fault, thanks." Natasha smiled hesitantly while you groaned in pain.

Meanwhile, Wanda watched from the corner, smiling to herself while she witnessed your love-hate relationship with Natasha, knowing damn well that you'd both end up together in the end anyway.

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georgiebrits · 5 months

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Jealous backstage pass - Cha Eunwoo

You stand backstage at a film studio. Eunwoo is heatedly kissing an actress on a bed set while the crew films. You watch your boyfriend intimately entwined with the other woman, and your chest tightens with jealousy. The actress pulls Eunwoo closer, her hands wandering down his chest. You clench your fists at your sides, unsure of whether to confront him or storm out.

Eunwoo breaks away from the actress and spots you standing backstage. "Oh, hey babe," he says, walking towards you with a smile. "I didn't know you were here. How was your day?"

"It was okay," you reply, averting your gaze. Eunwoo eyes you closely and then puts a hand on your shoulder. "What's wrong? Is everything okay?" he asks with concern.

” Of course everything is ok,” You say loud. “Just didn’t know you could be this passionate.” You whisper under your breath.

Eunwoo looks taken aback by your sudden change in tone, but then his face softens as he understands what you're referring to. "It's just acting, babe," he says, pulling you into a hug. "You know that. I'll always be passionate with you when we're alone." He kisses your forehead and whispers, "I'll show you just how passionate I can be."

With a hand wrapped around your waist, Eunwoo leads you to his private dressing room, closing the door behind him. Without any hesitation, he corners you against the wall, pressing his lips against yours in a heated embrace. His hands roam freely over your body as he peppers kisses down your neck and across your collarbones. You moan as he trails his fingertips down your thigh and pulls you closer, deepening the kiss. Eunwoo's passion is like a fire that envelops your body, driving you wild with desire.

“You have never been this passionate before.” You say.”I just thought you weren’t a passionate person.

Eunwoo pulls away from you, looking into your eyes with a mischievous glint. "Oh, you thought I wasn't that passionate, huh?" he says with a smirk before leaning in to kiss you deeply once again. "I just had to save it all for you, my love," he adds, running his fingers through your hair. The intensity and lust in his eyes send shivers down your spine as his lips claim yours once more.

Eunwoo breaks the kiss and gazes at your exposed cleavage with hunger in his eyes. Without a word, he slowly unzips your dress, letting it fall to the floor in a heap. His eyes roam over your naked body, taking in every inch of your curves. He leans in and trails kisses down your chest, reaching for your breasts with his hands. You gasp as he takes a soft nipple into his mouth, sucking and biting it gently, causing waves of pleasure to ripple through your body.

Your fingers find their way to Eunwoo's belt, signaling him to lose his clothes. He breaks away from your breast, taking off his shirt and tossing it aside before working on his pants. You watch with eager anticipation as he slides them down his legs, revealing his hardening erection. Eunwoo steps out of his pants, standing in front of you completely naked. He returns to kissing you, his hands roaming your body once more.

Eunwoo breaks the kiss, taking hold of your legs and telling you to jump so he can take you against the wall. You wrap your legs around his waist as he presses you firmly against the cool wall, the sensation making you shiver. Eunwoo enters you hard and fast, his hands gripping your hips tightly as he thrusts into you punctuated moans escaping both of your lips.

Eunwoo continues to pound into you, his mouth latching onto your neck and shoulders leaving a trail of passionate hickeys. You moan freely, feeling the warmth of his mouth even as he pounds deeper into you. You wrap your arms around his neck and shoulder, digging your nails into his back and biceps, leaving angry red scratches in your wake. Eunwoo groans loudly as you do this, intensifying his thrusts into you.

The pleasure is so intense that you push your head into Eunwoo's neck, muffling your moans against his skin. You feel yourself reaching your peak, your body shaking with ecstasy. As you get closer and closer, you bite down hard on his neck, marking him as your own. Eunwoo groans loudly, his hands gripping your body tightly as he rides out his orgasm with you. Your bodies are left shaking against the wall, the sound of breathing heavily filling the room.

Eunwoo chuckles as he gets dressed, telling you that it was the only sexy scene in the movie, but if this kind of outcome is what he gets, he should do more scenes like that. He gives you a playful wink, making you laugh as you both finish getting dressed. As you leave the dressing room, you can't help but feel grateful for the passion and heat that you both share.

#smut #x reader #imagine #astro #astro smut #cha eunwoo #cha eunwoo smut #eunwoo #eunwoo smut

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hwajin · 6 months

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★༉‧₊˚✧ — 𝖍𝖚𝖓𝖌𝖗𝖎𝖊𝖗

𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐤𝐭𝐨𝐛𝐞𝐫 007. — 𝐊𝐈𝐌 𝐒𝐄𝐔𝐍𝐌𝐆𝐈𝐍 | 𝐬𝐨𝐮𝐥-𝐞𝐚𝐭𝐞𝐫

𝖌𝖊𝖓𝖗𝖊: smut

𝖕𝖆𝖎𝖗𝖎𝖓𝖌: soul eater!seungmin x fem!reader

𝖜𝖈: 1.3k

𝖘𝖞𝖓𝖔𝖕𝖘𝖎𝖘: you were damaged, and he ate souls like yours for breakfast. until he met you, until you lured him into destruction of your own.

𝖈𝖜: unprotected sex, cumming inside

He had the power to kill you, right then and there. Right as you lay in the security of your bed, with him beneath your body. It'd take his cold lips against the dampness of your neck — sweat a result of nervosity, of accileration — and an addicting kiss, his mouth then against your own to suck out the soul right from within you, leaving you lifeless. It wouldn't need more than that, a simple connection of lips, and he'd have you forever. You were surely damaged enough, your soul scratched and scattered with sin so great he'd never felt anything like it — you'd keep his hunger stilled for months to come, Seungmin wouldn't need to hunt much after you if he'd only gotten as much as a taste of your soul; and yet he let you roll your hips against him, didn't let his mouth connect with your own for the deadly kiss he so desperately hungered for. He watched you instead, felt you on him, against him, around him. Your walls fluttering against his erection in fastest motions, drawing sounds out of his throat he'd normally be embarrassed of. Normally, if you weren't rewriting everything he thought he was, his entire persona, his very being. Seungmin hadn't recognized himself the moment you had touched him, your confidence, fearlessness even after he's revealed his true form having surprised him, having turned him into a puddle of needy curiousity. He was enthralled, in the worst way possible, for he wasn't born to be. He was scared, maybe, though Seungmin wouldn't dare admit it, not even to himself.

Anyone in his place would feel the same. It wasn't your body, not your physical figure he felt so intimated by — the way you moved, though, carelessly, freely, bouncing him up and down or grinding your hips against his, lowering your head to bite at his neck and shoulders, to toy with the sensitivity of his nipples surely didn't leave him cold — and yet it was your aura, your soul, he thought. There was something unpredictable about you, something dangerous. Something deeply damaged; surely when fear has not been an emotion you showed in the entirety of being with him, while any living human would have. Seungmin would only need to reveal he has powers to kill, and anyone in your place would run, hopelessly so. Yet you'd stayed, and had gone far beyond that — Seungmin had never seen a person more damaged, and it scared him to death.

You weren't shy, either. Were bold, in the way you fucked him; Seungmin had tried to keep his composure, had tried to stay witty and cocky and to take back the power you had so smoothly taken from within his fists only to use it against him; and he'd lost. Wasn't able to turn over control, to not fall into the traps you, seemingly, so smartly had lain upon him, upon his way to you. He'd fallen into each and every of them, was now held captive under your mercy; he'd never admit it, though he liked it. Enjoyed that no more than a human like you was able to turn his whole over and around, to handle him so carelessly, so without fear. He got a kick out of it, apparently, out of watching you atop him, moving your body the way you liked, as though paying no attention to him at all — as though Seungmin was not more than a toy for your pleasure, something you used before throwing it away, before looking for the next plaything.

Your moans ripped through the small of the room. It wasn't your room, nor Seungmin's — you had taken him to a house party he doubted you'd been invited to, and had, rudely so, occupied a stranger's room without permission, had locked Seungmin in it. He had been scared ever since; he had been erect ever since. You had made quick business right then and there, had not lost a second on clichés and hesitations, on meaningless confessions, words; you had gotten on the bed, had stripped from head to toe — it hadn't been a long process, you'd been in absence of underwear and a simple red dress had adorned your body, accompanied by heels you'd merely slipped off — and had looked at him. Looked at him and waited, had spread your legs before his eyes, while Seungmin had been busy collecting his brains and jaw, had spread your legs and touched yourself, sounds so obnoxious escaping you it had gotten the man flustered.

And admittedly, he couldn't remember how he'd ended up beneath you. As though you'd put a spell on him, as though you'd mastered hypnosis to your benefit you'd lured him in, despite his seeming unknowing. It hadn't taken five minutes and Seungmin had been straining your cervix, had started groping onto your every limb, the entirety of your body; to convince himself you were real, to clarify himself the absurdity of the situation, the very irony, or to simply touch you. To hold onto you for he'd loose himself otherwise, keeping his clammy hands on your burning body to search for leverage — embarrassing, pathetic, desperate enough to call shame onto his every fibre. It wasn't like him, like his species. He'd be embarrassed if the pleasure you provided, the satisfaction your body brought wasn't mind-numbing.

You grew tired. Despite your cockiness, your seductiveness you were mere human after all, and your energy knew an end, seemingly. Your hands on Seungmin's chest supported the weight of your body, fingers clawing into his chest, drawing crescent moons, drawing little blood. Your hips stuttered in their movement despite the force you used to grind them above his body, your desperation bigger than the exhaustion that nestled into your limbs. Seungmin sensed it nevertheless; he felt the loss of rhythm in your thrusting, he felt the additional weight above him, a result of your limp body, of your struggle to keep yourself seated, in movement. And you were close; he could feel that, too. Your walls clenched him into states of insanity, your head thrown back, or lulling forward almost frantically, hopelessly, the little bit of your face Seungmin caught in between showing contortion, shut eyes and open mouth, choked moan stuck in your throat. You were losing composure, were losing your cool.

"Not so- not so bold anymore, are we."

Seungmin's voice came in a raspiness he didn't expect, was embarrassed about — and he grew flustered at his words. Felt they were misplaced, felt like he hadn't gained the permission to talk to you in such way; he flushed at his own fluster, grew needier at the effect you had on him, unexpectandely so. A scoff sounded from you and Seungmin's skin darkened further, crimson red towards his neck; you merely hummed though in respone. Didn't have the wit in you to reply, focusing on driving you to release, keeping your hips as steady as possible, trying to forget the feeling of his hands on your skin, against the flesh of your hips and waist, of Seungmin's thighs beneath your own, tensing with each bit of contact, damp enough to mess up the bedsheets — you'd surely have to flee the apartment without a second of hesitation.

And then Seungmin started meeting your hips midway, and the knot in the pit of your stomach wasn't far from snapping in its' confines. He'd grown desperate, took matter into his own hand — fucking up into you, chasing his own high the way you've been doing it for the past long minutes; your orgasm ripped through you in a choked sob and a limp body, his in spurts of white and muffled groans, in grunts which you felt in vibrations against his chest. Wet everywhere, sweat dampening, mixed liquids coating abdomen and thighs, spit and drool covering mouths, kiss-bitten lips — Seungmin would surely wait longer to snatch your soul from you, wouldn't grant you deadly kiss, as much as his hunger screamed for it.

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mandobatemans · 10 months

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nsfw miguel o'hara (spider-man 2099) headcanons pt. ii (f!reader)

MINORS DNI!!!!

part i

warnings: rough sex, oral (m! & f!receiving), thigh riding, jealousy, bath/shower sex, if i missed anything let me know

word count: 737

also posted to ao3

•welcome back

• he can be rough, pressing your cheek into the pillow with one hand while he holds your hips against his own with the other, supporting all the weight of your bottom half because you’re so fucked out that you’re putty in his hands

• he can be gentle, too, though, slowly and languidly thrusting into you in the mornings, when you've woken up naked and entwined, and there's nowhere you need to be

• you like to give him massages, help him let out the stress of the day (his life) and sometimes that’ll turn into a full body massage…

• the grunts and growls miguel makes under your touch…priceless

• when you suck his dick, he holds your hair in a ponytail with his fist, sometimes yanking on it to make you bob your head faster

• he’ll take your mouth any way, but he loves to see you on your knees for him

• of course, he wants you to be comfortable, but there’s something about the rug burn or red marks on your knees that makes him go feral

• as soon as you stand up, he has you against the wall, nipping at your neck while pulling your underwear down

• probably would never say this out loud but a fantasy of his is recording a tape of you two and then watching it back together while you cockwarm him

• elaborating more on this he’s the KING of eating pussy ok

• he has a good rhythm figured out. it took some trial and error to work around the fangs, but now he knows how to bite your inner thighs just right, then retract near more sensitive areas

• speaking of thighs

• THIGH RIDING!!!!!!

• he can spend hours looking at his monitors at HQ, especially when you’re waiting for him to take you home and fuck you

• he’ll tap his thigh while looking over his monitors, telling you to “come take care of yourself, baby.��

• you’ll ride his thigh, him flexing the thick muscles every once in a while to help you along, smirking as you whimper into his shoulder where you’ve buried your head

• “that’s my girl,” he’ll praise as you cum, looking between you and his now wet thigh. “now, let's get you home.”

• he’ll be sure to coax a few more orgasms out of you once you’re home

• he has an image to uphold in the Spider-Society, but that doesn't mean he hasn't fucked you in a supply closet before

• he’s much too tense at work and if you can help him release some of that tension, then why wouldn't you?

• easily jealous

• some part of him thinks he doesn't deserve you, so he probably gets more jealous than he should

• if another spider-person stares at you too long, he gives them a look that sends them scurrying the other way

• those red eyes can scare off some people, but you find them hot

• plus, they're part of miguel, so of course you love them

• but after that, he’ll be a little more possessive, keeping an arm around you as you walk or making a big show of kissing you when you come to visit him at HQ

• he also has to show you who you belong to

• before long, he’ll have you bouncing on his cock, asking you who you belong to, grinning so wide you can see his fangs as you cry, “you, miguel!”

• when you tell him you love him, though, he melts

• though he loves to see you messy, whining, and begging for him, he loves to see you in love and comfortable just as much

• you’re the only one who could possibly get him to sit still long enough to take a bath instead of a shower

• he’s into both shower and bath sex, but showers are more common, and you’re less concerned about slipping due to his powers

• when you take a bath together, it could go one of two ways

• one. you on his lap, fucking slowly and intimately, his hands gently cupping your breasts

• two. him pounding you, your back against the lip of the tub, water sloshing onto the tile floor around the tub from the force of his thrusts

• you like both

#my fic #headcanons #miguel o hara x reader #miguel o'hara #miguel o'hara x reader #miguel o hara #across the spiderverse

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hyomaluvr · 1 year

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Itoshi Sae - NSFW Alphabet

cw // voyeurism, afab!reader, bdsm, objectification, non proof read

Aftercare: Even deep into your relationship, Sae is the silent affection type. His brother will budge after a bit and pamper his partner, but Sae will just silently throw a towel at your face and leave. You’re confused and a little sad, but he shortly after comes back with a water bottle and some aspirin. “Drink it.” You’re touched, but even more confused now. “What’s the medicine for, Sae?”

“So it’ll be easier for you to shake off the pain you’re gonna feel when you walk tomorrow.”

Body parts: He loves his dick honestly. It may sound arrogant and shallow, but in his defense, he’s got a nice one. When he takes any kind of suggestive picture rest assured it’ll be in a way that shows it off. Be it just being able to see it clearly in his sweats with his shirt of, or a picture of him fisting his cum covered cock. As for you, he loves your ass. If no one he cares about seeing is there he’ll grab your ass whenever. He’s not concerned about the press talking about it, but if Rin was there it’d be gross. Isagi Yoichi though…

Cum: Sae usually isn’t going to cum in you more than once. He doesn’t particularly even care if you swallow it. However if he’s mad or especially riled up by any teasing or bratty behavior, he’s cumming in you as many times as it takes before he’s satisfied, even if your sopping cunt is beginning to ache from all the orgasms he’s given you…

Dirty secret: The night he’d really come to terms with the fact that all he wanted to do with his spare time was be with you (so tepid…) was one he’d never forget. He was having such a damn good dream; playing a match that actually managed to rekindle that monster in his heart when all of a sudden he’s winning and you’re taking him back to his room and sitting on his face, praising him for what a good job he did. Your hands slid down his length while he was buried in your folds, eating you like a starved man. It wasn’t until he woke up that he realized his boxers were…sticky? Shit, he really couldn’t get out of this one.

Experience: Sae’s slept with plenty of girls. He’s never felt a single thing for them though, and he’s never felt particularly lustful towards them. Porn did it for him sometimes, but it wasn’t great. However when he’s gotten to you, it just pisses him off how unreasonably down bad is for you.

Favorite position: Anything on top. Doggy, missionary, practically bear hugging you as he fucked you from the back— you name it. He also likes positions that make him carry you. He likes to work for it a little bit.

Goofy: Of course Sae is serious during sex, is anyone surprised? However if you tease him too much he’ll have fun putting you in your place. So while it’s pretty serious for you, Sae is elated, laughing sadistically over top of you.

Hair: He’s messily trimmed. Decently well groomed in general but doesn’t shave that often.

Intimacy: Sae’s a very intimate person with you, and it’s mostly for selfish reasons. You’re the only person who’s ever made him feel this good, and it just feels better and better when you’re pliant and sweet under his hands. Still, there are times that are different than the others. Making love happens when Sae earnestly, truly needs you to feel him reaching to your heart. It’s a gentle reminder that he’s always here and that you were the one person who pushed passed his defenses like it was nothing and made your way into his life for good. He was being vulnerable and taking his chance on you. I love you, I love you, I love you— with each thrust, he tries to convey that to you.

Jack off: Jerks off in the shower. He says it feels gross to do it and not wash off after. It’s about efficiency, not pleasure. He doesn’t have time for this, and if he indulges his thoughts he’ll be here all day, so typically the same position: left hand pressed against the shower wall, right wrapped around his dick. It takes like four minutes.

Kinks: Spanking, biting, cock warming, overstimulation, excessive hickies, voyeurism.

Location: On an empty pitch with you wearing his jersey. He’s so possessive over you that he almost wishes there were people filling the stands to see how he was fucking you and they never would. Otherwise, any other time you’re wearing his clothes he doesn’t care where.

Motivation: Sae thinks it’s hot when people stare at you two in public. He also thinks it’s really hot when you initiate. He doesn’t mind he slapped around by you a little bit as long as he doesn’t have to submit. These three things really do it for him.

No: Anything overly messy is a no. Also, keep any Itoshi brother threesomes AWAY from him for extremely understandable reasons!

Oral: He prefers receiving than giving but eating you out is a sacred activity anyway so he’s not always in the mood (after all, that stupid dream was a sexual awakening for him). Sorry, but if he’s got your consent he’s a head pusher. He wants to face fuck you more than anything, and it’s the scenario he imagines when he’s jerking it.

Pace: Always fast. It doesn’t matter if it’s truly intimate sex or raw dogging you balls deep the pace will be fast. He has something he wants and he’ll get it.

Quickie: Shit, he loves quickies. If Sae ever uses/hires someone to drive him in a car, he might take you back there with you in his lap so ‘inconspicuously’ as he put it. Morning sex, ‘I’m just stopping by for my keys’ sex, whatever you want he’ll make it happen. He’s not that innocent in this either.

Risk: Yes. See above is somehow still unclear

Stamina: He can go for much, much longer than you could ever consistency go. That’s why unless he’s feral for you he’s only going to go one round. If he wants nothing more than to rearrange your guts, your hips and cervix will be feeling it for a while…

Toys: “Huh? Toys? You’re interested in that kind of crap?” Honestly he’s just jealous of the fact that something that isn’t him is going to be making you feel good. Still, he’ll buy whatever you want since he doesn’t win any. Personally, the ones he really likes are the ball gags, collars, and vibrators. You look so cute when you’re pathetic.

Unfair: He’ll almost always be teasing you during sex. He likes the push and pull of whether or not to give you the orgasm you’re so desperately craving for. Huh, he could make you do anything couldn’t he? It was so cute it made his head spin. If you give him the time, he’ll break you.

Volume: Sae really likes to mess with you and make fun of you by moaning obscenely loudly, sounding like he’s on the verge of ahegao. He just likes your reaction really— too predictable. In reality, it’s not those loud exclamations of pleasure. Arguably better than that, it’s his shaky breaths, grunts of your name, swear words that spill from his lips— all the things he can’t control when he’s faced with the most delicious meal of his life.

Wild card: Sae waited to have sex with you until you finally managed to open his tightly locked heart. You’ve always had a special place in his heart, ever since that first day you met when you annoyed the hell out of him. He kind of wanted to flick your forehead as hard as he could. He refused to let himself think of you in a perverted way until one day you met up and were drenched from the rain. He let you shower and was reduced to just deep breaths and pursed lips to try to force any lewd thoughts out of his mind as he sat on his bed. That didn’t work out at all.

X-ray: Sae’s always been kinda hung for the average, nowadays totaling in at about 9 inches. He used to boast his size childishly around his brother when he was younger (Rin’s honestly still a little insecure). He’s not particularly big in terms of muscle, but he is extremely muscular and toned regardless of how it seems. Still, he’s got biceps thrice as big as yours and two very distinct pillows on his chest, soft but firm in shape. Tight ass, defined calves. Just a fine man.

Yearning: Always, but also not often. He always wants you, he’d ditch practice if you asked for a quickie in a heartbeat. But when it gets too much to bear and he gets really serious about what he wants it’s obvious to everyone around. You’re going to be inseparable tonight. You’re going to be his darling little toy, and he knows that you’re yearning for it too.

Zzz: He usually stays up after. He’ll get up, shower, grab something to eat, wash his face, watch youtube, and then go to sleep two hours later. A part of it is a bit of a guilty pleasure— he likes to see you sleeping soundly in his bed when he peeks through the door. Something about it just sets his heart aflame. Mostly though, it’s because after you two are done he feels the best he’s felt honestly probably since the last time you did it. *He’s motivated, and has his partner to dream alongside him. So…it’s only natural he’d like to watch them dream too, right? God, that was so cheesy*, Sae thinks to himself, dry chuckling as he throws himself under the covers with you.

#i hope the food is good #blue lock #bllk #bluelock #itoshi sae #sae itoshi x reader #blue lock smut #itoshi sae smut #ブルーロック #my work #alphabet

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iamasaddie · 7 months

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Hey babe :)

So for your celebration, i would looooove to read some somnophilia. I'm sure you'd write something fucking hot.

Have a beautiful afternoon 😘

Hello, my darling!! Thank you so much for this! Somno is something I've never written before, so it was definitely a challenge for me! I hope you like the finished product, ILY !

sweet dreams are made of this

paring: Joel Miller x f!Reader rating: explicit (18+ minors DNI) word count: 1,2k~ warnings: ER; somnophilia; explicit sexual content; male masturbation; thigh fucking; dirty talk; no use of y/n. let me know if I missed anything a/n: a very special and intimate thank you to @johnwatsn for being an incredible person and beta-ing this work <3 dedicated to @milla-frenchy MY MAIN MASTERLIST 1k celebration masterlist

He didn’t know what was so alluring about seeing you sleep. Naturally, he understood that a normal person would either ignore their sleeping partner, or find it adorable and move on. They wouldn’t feel the scorching blast of arousal shooting through their system, making their skin impossibly tight, prickling with needles of need.

Joel tried to find a reasonable explanation for his dick getting hard whenever he saw your lips parted, small puffs of breath leaving your mouth as sleep claimed your body with its tight grip. Was it the excitement of finally seeing you so relaxed and unbothered after the distraught you've been living through for so long? The mellow curves of your body that looked even softer now that you weren't tensed with consciousness? Whatever it was, it slowly drove him insane. Insatiable.

He gave in one night, climbing out of your shared bed and sitting himself on a chair beside it so as to not wake you up. Not only was he embarrassed with the lengths his need led him to, but it would also ruin the whole reason because of which he was doing it. Dropping his boxers to his knees, he choked his cock with terrifying vigor, trying to find that needed release while also not taking his eyes off your sleeping form. Your hair splayed on the pillow - what a luxury in the world that had ended more than two decades ago - like a halo, naked body barely covered by a sheet, in attempts to get some comfort during the nights filled with heat and humidity. Joel jerked his cock a handful of times before spilling his seed all over his pouchy stomach, biting his lip to suffocate the guttural sounds that accompanied his orgasm. He did that once, then again a week later, and again the next day until it became a nightly occurrence and he even forgot to think about the depravity of it all.

Tonight, as he sat in his usual spot, long-forgotten shame even less visible in the darkness of the room, something was different. For the first time, your sleeping body wasn't facing him; you had turned away the moment you crawled into the bed. Joel hated when you fought, but the safety and the constant close proximity sometimes triggered something in him, it also triggered something in you. A small slip in wording would end up in your fists flying and his chest getting the hits. You'd both scream words you didn't mean and it'd tear his heart into pieces. Sometimes you and him both would wonder if you should've gone your separate ways once you’d settled in Jackson, but the moment he'd brush your hair out of your face in a quiet apology, you always accepted. Or when you'd come to him from behind, kissing his shoulder blade through his flannel, you both knew that apart you'd suffer more than together. You hadn't had a fight for a while, so tonight it was a big one, you even smashed his only cup centimeters away from his head before storming into your bedroom. He quietly followed you after finishing off what was left of the bottle of whiskey and laid on the farthest end of your shared bed in a crappy mood. But when he woke up in the middle of the night to open a window and let in some air, his cock informed him about his usual needs.

That's why now he was rubbing his cock raw with his fist, but the long-awaited release was both on the precipice, and also as far away as the happy past.

"Fuck," he quietly muttered. At this point it was painful. The saliva he used already dried off and he was nowhere close to coming. But there was no way he'd be able to fall asleep like that.

Still, Joel climbed back to bed naked, leaving his boxers on the floor. As he lay down, his stiff, burning cock hit his soft stomach, smearing the precum on the skin. Against his better judgment, he creeped closer to you, spooning your pliant body from behind and inhaling your gentle smell. Sometimes it was the only thing that could bring him comfort, just the way you smelled, so warm and homey. So safe. You let out a barely audible sleepy groan and he was ready to apologize, but then you pushed your ass back, unconsciously grinding your plush behind on his naked and needy cock.

"Oh, baby, fucking hell," his moan could wake you up. It should've woken you up, but it didn't. Joel's hands became braver, moving from your shoulder and underneath your t-shirt – his t-shirt – to cup your sex. "You're drenched already, my love." He chuckled lovingly, pressing his lips into your neck and eliciting soft breathy sounds from you. "You better be dreaming of my cock."

His thick fingers circled the wet patch on your panties, dragging your slick up and down your lips. Moved by only his need of you and release, he pressed your body closer still, moving a little and slipping his cock between the plush of your closed thighs. The tightness of their embrace could not compare to the choking grip of his hand, but it was so, so much more preferable. Losing himself in your body was close to a religious experience, he still marveled at how he got this fucking lucky. Maybe he deserved it, maybe he did something right.

Your skin slicked by his precum gave the perfect pressure and friction for him to start losing his mind. The sweat covered his temples as he tried not to make unnecessary movements and wake you up. His chest was almost flush with your back, a steady pumping of his hips the only motion he allowed himself.

"Fuck, baby, every part of you can get me off." He knew you couldn't hear him, but he cradled a hope that maybe his voice would appear in your dream. Joel knew how much you liked it when he growled filth in your ear. "Wish I could slide into your tight pussy, but I don't want to wake you up." He continued his shallow thrusts, feeling closer and closer to the edge. His heavy balls were drawn up tight, ready to burst. "Maybe next time, when you're not mad and don't sleep in your panties I will just stuff your pussy full of my cock. Bet a pretty cock worshiper like you would love to wake up with me buried deep inside her cunt."

Imagining himself sliding inside your warm wet pussy while you were still asleep was his undoing. His cock started pulsing, spurting one, two, three thick long ropes between your thighs, almost feeling them now sticking to your skin. Fuck, how he was supposed to explain that?

"Fu- fuck fuck fuck fuuuuck"

He licked his top lip, sweat beading in his cupid's bow, and kissed his lover's neck. Joel's breathing was labored, his heart practically breaking his ribcage with the intensity of its beating that he tried to calm down.

"You know, you could've just said you were sorry." Your voice was sleepy, barely louder than a whisper, but it deafened Joel's unsuspecting ears.

"Baby, I…–"

You turned around, tugging his hands around you in a tight embrace, and kissed him sloppily on his lips. "I'm glad you came, but now it's my turn. You got another one in ya, cowboy?"

"Fuck yes."

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#i am not a saddie #1k celebration #iamasaddie fic #Joel Miller x f!reader #joel miller smut

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iovetecchou · 7 months

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Blighted ⧸ Yato.𖥔 ݁ ˖

༞ Contains...! smut and fluff! shinki!reader, first times, masturbation (m), making out, nipple play, fingering, gentle sex, unprotected sex (please don't do this irl, this is simply fiction!), creampie, slight!aftercare, honestly really cute and clumsy, blushy!yato, blighted!yato... reader feels really guilty over it. reassurance, praise, terms of endearment (baby, babe, sweetheart)

༞ AFAB Reader.

༞ 2,645 words.

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Ever since you began dating Yato, things have become complicated.

He was the first person to love you for as long as you could remember. In all the chaos of helming your new life; he was your guiding light. Sure, he was a crybaby at times. Clingy and shameless when he drank but gentle and reassuring when he needed to be.

You fell for him, naturally. What was there not to love? But this was hardly your little secret. Considering you were Yato's shinki, he comprehended every emotion you discerned.

You could still remember watching Yato whirl his head in your direction. There was a very prominent flush to his cheeks as he gawked in your direction. He took a step toward you, azure eyes swirling with joy as he stammered,

"You… lo-love me…?"

Before you could even respond, Yato cupped your cheeks, pulling you in for a chaste kiss. Your eyes were blown wide as you shared such an intimate embrace.

After that moment, Yato confessed to you. He blabbered on and on about how he'd loved you for as long as he could remember. Your relationship blossomed from there, and four months later… another little secret crept up.

Your feelings toward your boyfriend developed into something more filthy. You could not help yourself. The closer you became, the more you craved his touch. So the first time you blighted him over it— Yato kept it a secret.

Heat swirled in his abdomen when Yato realized you had a dirty thought about him, slightly dulling the pain from the blight. The tips of his ears turned red, cock twitching under his tracksuit as he began to sweat. You gave Yato a puzzled look as he excused himself, feeling extremely concerned at the sight of his disheveled state.

When you asked him what was wrong, he just brushed it off like it was nothing. Yato explained that he just needed to grab something from upstairs. In truth, he was going to your shared bedroom to relieve himself. Yato couldn't remember the last time he felt sexual desire— authentic sexual desire.

Sure, he made cheeky comments to you here and then, but it was all in good fun. There was no weight behind those words at the time. But knowing that you thought of him in such a desirable way and feeling it— proved to be too much for Yato.

The moment he got upstairs, Yato slumped to the floor. Not daring to tug off his tracksuit all the way as he fisted his cock. Barely lasting more than a minute in his ministrations before he came all over his fist, biting his lip harshly to suppress his moans.

Yato felt dirty once the aftershocks of his orgasm dissipated. He felt guilty for getting himself off to the thoughts you had about him. But as more time passed and your relationship progressed, you began blighting him nearly every day. He managed for a while, trying his best to keep it from you. But one night, while you were lying in bed with your boyfriend, you saw the damage you caused to his body.

You were straddling his hips, tickling him playfully, and giggling at his cute reactions. But when your hands dipped under his plain white tee, exposing his midriff, you saw the welt.

Immediately, you halted in your movements. Your laughter died out on your tongue as you pulled Yato's shirt higher, gasping as you saw how the bruise stretched up his torso. You felt the tears well up in your eyes, gaze entirely fixated on the deep purple marks littering his porcelain skin.

"Baby… It's okay."

Yato said sternly. He knew you were spiraling— he could feel it. He tugged the hem of his tee from your grasp, covering his blighted skin from your blurred vision.

"No… It's not! Why didn't you tell me… I'm so sorry."

You tried to compose yourself. The last thing you wanted was to cause Yato any more harm with your tumultuous emotions. Yato brought his hand to your cheek, wiping a stray tear away.

"I… was too embarrassed. Plus, I didn't want you to worry about me."

He confessed. Tilting your chin up, forcing you to meet his gaze.

"Why were you embarrassed? You weren't the one having bad thoughts about your partner…"

You scrunched your eyebrows in disgust as the words slipped past your lips. You felt ashamed, wanting nothing more than to crawl into a deep dark hole.

"Because," Yato's face turned crimson as he took in a sharp breath before continuing, "I'm… I've never… done anything with anyone before. So feeling those emotions that you have for me just—" You brought your hands up to his lips, stopping him in his tracks.

"I'm sorry. I promise you I'll be more careful from now on. The last thing I want is to hurt you any more than I already have."

Yato pulled your hand away from his lips, not before leaving a gentle kiss on your knuckles. He sighed deeply, letting his hands trail down to your waist before he spoke up.

"Baby… I don't want you to beat yourself up over this. Another reason I didn't bring this up to you is because… I'm scared I won't be able to satisfy you in that way… and all I want is to make you happy, my pretty girl."

Yato confessed, drawing soothing circles into your hips with the pads of his thumbs. Your heart pounded against your chest. You didn't want him to feel like his efforts wouldn't be enough for you in the sexual department.

"Yato… you always make me happy… and trust me, you could never disappoint me. I haven't been with anyone in that way, either. We can navigate through this together."

Yato pulled you close, craning his neck up to capture your lips. Your words reassured him in a way he needed more than anything. Your hands came up to wrap around his neck as you deepened the kiss, involuntarily grinding your hips down into his lap.

Yato let out a whine. Breaking away from the kiss and averting his gaze from yours. Experimentally, you ground your hips down once more. Watching his face contort in pleasure as your clothed core rubbed along his semi-hard cock.

"Babe… I won't last long if you keep doing that."

Yato huffed, tightening his hands around your hips before flipping you both over. Now you were the one underneath him, safely surrounded by his embrace.

"Let me make you feel good, baby. I'm a quick learner, promise."

Yato smirked playfully, offering you a wink. You felt your nerves ease up at his gentleness with you. It was just him, the love of your life. You had no reason to be insecure around Yato.

Slowly, he lifted your shirt over your head. You watched as he trailed his gaze lower, letting his hands dance along the waistband of your pants. You raised your hips, allowing him to tug your pants and panties down.

"So beautiful…"

He muttered, bringing his hands to his frame. Yato quickly rid himself of his tracksuit and his boxers. Knowing you would feel more at ease if you were both naked.

"Yato… you're so handsome."

You smiled up at him, beckoning him closer. Your arms wrapped around his neck once more pulling him down so you could feel his skin collide with yours.

"Look who's talkin'! Wait, not saying you're handsome— but even if I did, that would be okay. I meant to say, you're stunning— breathtaking… you're perfect, baby."

You couldn't help but giggle at his nervous ramblings. You soothed your hands through his hair, pulling him in for a chaste kiss, attempting to calm his anxieties.

"Yato, sweetheart, relax. It's okay, you're doing so well."

He took in a breath, nodding his head in agreement. Before he could embarrass himself further, he let his hands roam up your body. You let out a soft whine as his hands cupped your breasts and tightened the grasp you had on his dark locks.

"S-Shit… so good."

You mewled, arching your back as his thumbs swiped over your nipples. His touch sent pleasurable shockwaves up your spine, and the moment his lips came down to your tits, you cried out. His azure eyes were locked onto yours the whole time, gauging your reaction as he took one of your nipples in his mouth.

"Y-Yato!"

You whined. You could feel your slick dripping down your thighs as he switched to your other breast, repeating the same actions. You clenched around nothing as you felt Yato humming against your nipple, noticing his hips were moving from below. He was rutting against the bed, trying to alleviate himself.

"Yato- please… more!"

You begged. Tugging his head off your chest from the grasp you had in his hair. His gaze was dark, eyes half-lidded as he smoothed his hands down your sides. Yato crept lower down your shared bed, resting his head atop one of your thighs before he asked,

"You ever touch yourself down here, baby?"

He pushed the thigh he was not resting on aside. Allowing himself to take in the sight of your slick pussy. Yato felt his cock throb at the view, as he brought his thumb up to spread your folds apart. He smiled to himself as you gasped before you stuttered out,

"Y-Yes! All the time… especially when I-I think of you." You confessed, watching your hypnotized boyfriend explore your most private parts.

"Oh, is that so, huh? Tell me how you like it, baby. Let me make you feel good." Yato kissed your inner thigh as his lithe digits gathered up your slick, experimentally prodding at your entrance.

"Does it feel good when I press inside… here?" You gasped as one of his fingers slipped inside your sopping heat. Yato watched your pussy with much fascination as he clumsily found a rhythm.

"Feels so good! Your fingers are much l-longer than mine— hah, add one more— please!" His ring finger slipped in with ease slotting next to his middle finger, which was nestled deep inside you.

Your mind was reeling as he finger fucked you tenderly. You could tell he was trying his best to please you, azure gaze flickering between your face and your greedy pussy.

"Curl them a little when you push up— mhm, just like that… yes, yes, yes!" Watching your face contort in pleasure and feeling your pussy clamp around his slender fingers was enthralling. Yato was entranced by you.

"Yato— ah, I'm… I-I'm cumming!" Your back arched as your thighs shook underneath you. Yato watched in awe as your cunt clenched around his fingers like a vise while you gushed all over his palm. He thought you looked so beautiful like this, and pride swirled in his chest at the prospect that he was the one making you feel bliss.

Yato's fingers stalled inside you before he slowly pulled them out of your slick hole. You sat up as you caught your breath, reaching out to pull Yato in for a kiss. He craned his neck as you shared a passionate embrace, shifting up from his position on the bed.

Your hands came down to glide over his sides carefully, not wanting to bring him any more pain. You avoided the blights the best you could as your hands danced along his hips before grazing over his leaky cock. Yato gasped against your lips as you experimentally made a fist around his dick.

You glided your hand up and down his length as Yato continued to cry out against your lips. This went on for a few beats more before Yato pulled away from you, wrapping his hand around yours. Stilling your movements against his cock.

"Wait… if you keep doing that— I'm not gonna last…" Yato whispered, a deep blush decorating his cheeks once more as he averted his gaze from yours.

You nodded at his words, retracting your hand around his cock before Yato blurted out, "Baby… are you sure you wanna do this— with me? We could stop now if you—"

You brought a finger up to his lips once more tonight, silencing him. Yato knit his brows together in confusion before your words pulled him out of his thoughts.

"I want this more than anything. I love you, Yato. From now until forever… so please—" It was his turn to silence you, stealing one more kiss from you as he slowly guided you back against the bed. Yato caged you in, letting his one hand caress your hip as his other hand slipped in between your bodies.

Yato grasped his cock, breath hitching against your lips as he lined himself up to your entrance. Your hands found comfort enveloping his neck, carding your hands through his dark locks as the tip of his cock pushed past the tight ring of your pussy.

Yato whined as he broke away from the kiss. He scored his bottom lip with his teeth as his gaze flickered lower. Watching as he sunk into you, inch by inch, until he filled you to the hilt.

"Oh, baby… y-you feel so— hah, don't think I…" You tilted his chin up, capturing his gaze once more before you whispered, "It's okay… me too."

He gave you a short nod before he reeled his hips back, letting out a string of curses as he slammed himself back inside your wet cunt. Your legs came up to wrap around his waist as Yato repeated his actions. Pulling out, tip catching the tight ring of your pussy before thrusting himself back into you.

"Feels so good… Y-Yato! Down here," You paused— bringing one of his palms to your lower tummy. You positioned his thumb against your clit before you continued, "Feels good when I rub this spot right— hah, h-here."

Yato took the hint, fervently rubbing messy circles into your clit as his rhythm became sloppy. You could tell he was nearing his end, and with the newly added pressure to your puffy bud, you weren't too far behind.

Before you could warn your boyfriend that you were close, he let out a pitchy whine as his hips stilled. "Baby t-too tight— ah!" He came with a cry of your name, and the feeling of his seed filling you up proved to be too much to handle. His thumb continued to rub your clit as you came around his cock.

You pulled him to your lips, sharing a messy embrace as you convulsed around him. Your eyes rolled back into your head at the sound of Yato whimpering against your lips and the feeling of his cock still twitching inside you as the last ropes of his cum dribbled out.

You pulled away from his lips when the rubbing against your clit made you shake. You pushed his hand away from your pussy as you attempted to catch your breath, staring up at him lovingly. "You did so well, baby. Felt so damn good, you're perfect in every way!"

Yato exclaimed, smiling down at you brightly as he pulled out of you slowly. His eyes flickered down, watching as your combined arousal flowed out of your spent pussy, causing a blush to wash over his face; once more tonight.

"Ah.. I'll go get you a towel! Hang on, babe!" Yato stammered, quickly darting up from the bed. He pulled his boxers over his hips as he stormed out of the room before you could say another word.

You could not help the giggle that slipped past your lips. Yato kept saying you were perfect, but in your eyes? He was the perfect one. You loved him through and through, and becoming one with him made your adoration for him grow fonder.

"Yato! When you come back, let's take care of those blights!"

#noragami smut #noragami x reader #noragami x you #noragami imagines #yato x reader #yato x you #yato smut #yato imagines #noragami #noragami yato #yato noragami

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still-with-koo · 11 months

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La Douleur Exquise | KTH

summary: when your best friend’s brother suddenly shows up at your door, you are shocked at the words that fall from his pretty mouth. he leaves you flustered and grasping for the thin line between right and wrong.

pairing: taehyung x reader

wc: 2,534

genre/warnings/rating: 18+, friends to lovers (kind of); best friend’s brother to (maybe) lovers; angst; fluff; smut (suggestive themes; intense emotional kissing; they don’t ask before kissing the other person; mentions of getting turned on; reader gets flustered; tae gets intimately close without asking first); reader is a few years older than Tae but both are well past legal age; unresolved feelings; mentions of societal expectations; explicit language. the characters in this story are my own and do not reflect on the members of bts or anyone else. this is all made up and just for fun, please don’t take it too seriously!

a/n: this one is a repost. definitely the most explicit thing i’ve written even if there’s no actual smut lmao

Mina said he had changed, but she hadn’t told you just how much.

It was strange to be alone in a room with him without Mina, or his other sisters, or his parents. Yet here he was, hunched over on your couch, staring determinedly at a spot a few feet from you.

“I shocked you, I guess,” he states finally, because the expression on your face could mean nothing else. You wonder how he could tell. He hasn’t looked at you once since he said it. The words that took you by complete and utter surprise. Surely no one expects a sudden love confession, no?

“A little.”

You continue to observe him as you lean against the sideboard, drumming your fingers against the cool wood. He looks nothing like the scrawny teenager you used to tease so many years ago.

“Tae, this is ridiculous. You’re my best friend’s baby brother.”

He flinches at those last words. Your best friend’s baby brother. The cage he couldn’t escape. That kept you on the outside. Kept you unattainable.

You notice his reaction. His fists tightening, connected to exposed veiny forearms beneath his rolled up sleeves that made you bite down on your lip.

Stop.

You catch yourself and shift your thoughts quickly, internally chastising yourself for your momentary lapse. He is your best friend’s younger brother. It would be wrong to see him as anything else, right?

“We’re both in our 20’s, Y/N. Age shouldn’t matter anymore.”

“But you’ll always be Mina’s baby—”

“Please— please don’t say it again.”

You bite your lip again as this time he looks directly into your eyes with a look that was unmistakeable. His sudden boldness was betraying your inhibitions. And you look away as you feel your cheeks start to heat up. But it’s too late.

When you look back, he’s grinning at you. Hopeful. Anticipating. His boxy grin reminding you of another time he smiled at you like that. The first time he made his confession nearly two decades ago.

“Y/N, I made you something.”

Taehyung runs to you and pulls away his sister, looking up at you with stars in his eyes. Whatever it was, he was very excited about it.

“Ok Tae, let me see it.”

You pull the card from his hand and smile as you read the words scrawled messily on the inside: ‘I love you Y/N. Will you marry me?’

You laugh wholeheartedly and pull him in for a big bear hug.

“Of course I’ll marry you, Tae. Ask me again when you’re older, ok?”

“You promised to marry me when I was older. I’m older now.”

“But Tae, you know I wasn’t serious. We were just kids.”

You suddenly remember something he said the year before he left to study abroad. A strange statement he had made that you hadn’t given much thought until now.

“When you said you wouldn’t marry anyone except your first love, is this…were you talking about me?”

He nods slowly, the corner of his mouth twitching upwards. You remembered.

“Tell me you’re not attracted to me, Y/N.”

His request was sudden. Bold. A command. Something the Taehyung you knew would have never ventured.

“And if I say it, then what?”

“I will walk away. But you have to make me believe it.”

Your grip on the sideboard tightens as you stare him down, determined to end this once and for all.

“I’m not attracted to you, Tae.”

There, you said it. It might have come out a little more high pitched than you intended. But you said it.

But your words only elicited a smug grin from him.

“Are you sure?” he teases, licking his lips.

He slowly rises from the couch, eyes dark and hooded, never once leaving yours. He starts to close the gap between you and you start to feel hot all over. The way he’s walking towards you. A predator that has found its prey. His eyes full of lust and desire. You’ve never seen him like this. And you hate that it’s turning you on.

“Tae—”

Within seconds he is only a foot away, hesitating, hovering close but not close enough. He is much taller than you remember, and much bigger too. You can’t bring your eyes to meet his, instead taking in the way his thin turtleneck sweater tapers down his tiny waist, trailing down to his light wash jeans so tight around his thighs. Fuck. He was going to be the death of you.

He growls, his voice low and gravelly.

“How about now? Still nothing?”

You finally tilt your head upwards, trailing across his broad chest, past his tiny mole and pillowy lips, up to his glittering eyes. He was blatantly enjoying this.

You clear your throat, hoping against hope that the heat in your cheeks was not translating to your skin.

“Nothing,” you whisper.

He steps closer, now merely inches from you, the heat from his body transferring to yours. You could feel yourself start to crumble, his aura so intoxicating, his cologne rendering you delirious.

“Still nothing,” you manage with great effort. You wonder if he could hear your thundering heartbeat, whether your heart would betray your words.

He leans in, caging you between himself and the cabinet, resting his hands on the sideboard behind you. Your breath hitches as his hands graze yours, his long thumbs gently caressing your fingers, which were now gripping onto the sideboard for dear life. You were trying very hard not to think about his thigh in between your legs. An inch or so forward and he would make contact.

You feel goosebumps start to prickle your skin as he whispers in your ear, the sound low and guttural, like thunder before lightening strikes.

“Tell me I’m not affecting you, Y/N. Tell me you feel nothing.”

Fuck. He was affecting you. But why? He had barely touched you. Were you actually attracted to Tae? The goofy little ball of sunshine that used to follow you around like a little puppy?

His eyes linger on your lips as you part them, waiting for the words he is certain are seeking freedom, itching to escape into his awaiting heart. He is certain he isn’t misreading your signals. He is certain that after all these years you must finally feel something for him too.

So when words did leave your lips, something broke in him. His hopes came crashing down.

“No, Tae. I don’t feel anything for you,” you answer breathily. The fact that any sound made it out of your mouth at all makes your chest swell. It took every bit of effort not to crumble before him. Not to give in to the temptation leaning right into you.

He sharply exhales before leaning back, away from you, leaving your body suddenly cold and aching.

The look in his eyes shoot daggers through you. The way his shoulders hunch in, the utter defeat that was oozing from every fiber of his being. With one last glance into your eyes he turns away, mumbling something before grabbing his coat from the adjacent chair.

“I’m sorry, Tae.”

He sighs.

“Please don’t be. It’s my problem; not yours. Deep down I always knew you would never reciprocate my feelings. And I tried… I really tried to get over you, Y/N, to pass this off as some stupid crush. I stayed as far away from you for as long as humanly possible… but it didn’t matter. Not when my heart rests in your hands.”

If a heart could shatter you would have heard the sound of glass breaking. His was broken. And your heart broke with him.

“Everything reminded me of you, Y/N. A million tiny things tangled up in my mind. Your face. Your smile. Your eyes. I saw them in every cloud. In every painting. Inside every museum and concert hall. I couldn’t take it. The distance I put between us, both in time and kilometres, has only made my feelings grow. That’s why I came back. I had to tell you how I feel. I thought if you saw me now… after all these years… then maybe you would finally give me a chance. That maybe, you could possibly, see me as something more than just your friend’s brother. But I… I realize now I was wrong.” His back was still turned to you so you couldn’t see the tears now trickling down his cheeks.

“I’m sorry Y/N. I hope I didn’t offend you.”

Something inside you snaps. You don’t know what demon possesses you as within seconds you reach him and whirl him around to face you, wide eyed and stunned. Without a second thought you descend upon him with throbbing lips that match the heat from his, your hands pulling him into you, curling your fingers around his paper thin sweater, feeling the muscles underneath tighten, straining from the exertion.

Thrown completely off-guard it takes him a second to realize what was happening. As soon as the shock wears off he grabs your face and pulls you roughly into him, moaning hotly into your mouth, his lips pressing into yours feverishly. His other hand sends electric sparks down your spine as he drops his coat to trace his way up to the small of your back, pulling you flush against his body. The world around you falls away as you feel a rush of pleasure overtake your body. You can feel something hardening against your core and you gasp into his mouth, tightening your grip around his sweater as you start to see stars. You can barely breathe but you continue as if he was oxygen and his body your lifeboat. You were drowning but you didn’t care.

And then suddenly you did.

You pull your head back and push him away as his eyes shoot open. You avoid his gaze while smoothing down your skirt that had ridden up past your thigh. It didn’t take you long but you couldn’t bear to look into his eyes. Worried your resolve might break again.

“I’m sorry, Tae, I shouldn’t have done that.”

“Y/N—”

Your fingers shoot up to his lips but you move them away quickly. If you were going to reject him you needed to avoid all further physical contact. Immediately.

He simply stared at your hand falling away, noticing the way your fingers wrapped around the hem of your skirt, mindlessly pulling on it the way you did back then whenever you were nervous.

“It was wrong for me to kiss you. I’m sorry, Tae. But I hope it makes you realize… that your, um, love really is just a stupid crush… like you said. At least you can see now that... you don’t really want me, Tae. There’s no spark between us.”

Lies. You were forcing lies to pass through your lips. Grasping at straws to explain this away. Because you knew you were fighting a losing battle.

He bit his lip, looking down at the spot in front of your feet. His bangs fell over his eyes as he let you think he was considering the possibility. That maybe this kiss made him realize he wasn’t actually in love with you.

A few moments pass in silence as he watches you shuffle your weight from one foot to the other. He then tilts his head to the side as he looks up at you slightly, dark locks of hair swaying to the side with the motion.

Your chest constricts. Why was he making this so hard? His puppy dog eyes were making your heart melt.

But you can’t. Well, you could. No, you won’t. Your best friend —his sister— would never speak to you again. Not to mention your other friends, your parents, none of them would ever approve either.

You can just imagine what they’d say. He’s Mina’s younger brother. He’s younger than you. It’s too weird. You need someone older. More mature. You need to settle down.

And you never could stand the word disappointed.

“Do you want me to leave, Y/N?”

You look in his direction as he fades back into view. You can’t ignore the words floating in the back of your mind.

No.

Please stay, Tae.

Kiss me again.

But alas.

“I think that would be best, Tae.”

He looks at you once more. But the look of defeat is gone. This time there is a light. A sparkle that wasn’t there before.

“Ok, Y/N. I will go.”

He grabs his jacket from the floor and you barely make out a smirk beneath his dark locks as you notice him glancing at your legs. When you look down you suddenly realize you had been squeezing your thighs together. Shit.

He can’t help the smug grin on his face, throwing you a quick wink before he heads towards your front door.

Brat. He knew he affected you. And he was rubbing it in your face.

You watch as he slides on his overcoat. As he bends over to slide on his oxfords. As he straightens up his turtleneck. It astonishes you how much he has changed. He is mesmerizing.

He glances back, with the full knowledge that you were staring at him.

“We don’t have to tell Mina. If that’s what is holding you back. Well, not until the wedding, I suppose.”

“What—”

His statement had you grasping for words, flustered.

He spins around and walks directly to you, brushing a strand of your locks from your eyes, watching it settle with the rest, before looking into your eyes again.

“You know how I feel, Y/N. And that kiss… made me fall in love all over again. And it will haunt me every night until I finally have you in my arms. But don’t worry. Nothing has to change. I won’t pressure you. I won’t even come near you unless you want me to.”

You continue to gaze into his eyes, the tension slowly melting as you start to find his proximity and the intimacy of his eye contact strangely comforting.

Then he steps back.

“You want me to leave so I will.”

He gives your hands a tight squeeze before opening your front door, bracing himself as the cool winter air fills his lungs.

You lean your head against the door frame as you watch him walk away, snowflakes falling gently all around him. In this setting he looked like a beautiful prince. The way his hot breath shot out of his pretty lips, suspended in mid air, reminded you of fairy dust.

His hand lingers over his car door handle, waiting. Anticipating. Finally he exhales sharply, brows furrowing before he forces the car door open.

“Tae—”

As if an intersection signal suddenly flashed green, he shuts the door close and turns towards you, his infamous boxy grin making a reappearance. His eyes widen in anticipation as he waits for those words to leave your lips. He hopes against hope that you won’t make him wait. That you will give into the feelings you most certainly have. So he can run into your outstretched arms and return home for the first time in his life.

But this is not as easy for you. You now realize your thoughts about Tae are no longer entirely chaste. You have a fondness for him that took a turn much too quickly. Surely you should keep these feelings prisoner inside your chest. To free them would free some part of you you’re not ready to let go yet. The loyal friend. The dutiful daughter. The good girl.

But another part of you is sick of these constructs. These parts of you that tied you down, repressing your desires, smothering your feelings. You could not figure out which side you should let win.

There was only one thing you knew for sure.

“I want you to stay, Tae.”

That’s all it took. With a gleeful expression he runs towards you as you reach out your arms to meet him.

You may not know what you will do next but at least you won’t have to decide alone.

#taehyung x reader #taehyung angst #taehyung fluff #taehyung smut #taehyung fanfic #taehyung imagine #lilo fics #la douleur exquise #i’m with queue

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theold-ultraviolence · 1 year

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Do you have any nsfw modern!aemond headcanons? 🫣

FRIEND, LISTEN, I know I've had this ask gathering dust in my inbox for so long but when I thought about it, I realized coming up with these was way more difficult than I thought. Aemond's kind of an enigma in this arena because he doesn't strike me as a kinky guy, but not a prude either, though my self-indulgent ass wants to give him some sort of kink, but what!???? Finally I decided to try to crack the code

Ok, because he grew up with AEGON jacking off out in the open and being extra loud with 0 regard to Aemond's room being right next door and the walls being paper thin, and having lots of girls over whom Aegon can't ever remember the names of, Aemond's just overall more low-key about sex in general.

Not that he doesn't like it, or wants it. He's just extra private.

He masturbates constantly but I can't pinpoint what he would get off to? What would his fantasies be? he'd probably be very zen about the whole thing, and instead of having a fantasy running in his head, his mind would go blank and he'd just focus on the sensations all over his body. Focusing instead of playing a game with himself, see for how long he can edge himself to have intense orgasms every time, each one better than the last.

And I feel like he's not interested in one-night stands at all or casual sex in general.

The act is extremely intimate and requires a lot of trust in the person, and Aemond's had a hard time all his life being comfortable in his skin because of his eye. Yes he's grown to be super confident as a young adult, but still. He has people fawning over him but he honestly does not notice and it would take a lot to let someone in.

When he DOES find the one, holy fuck.

He discovers a lot about himself. Finds out just how desperate he can be for his partner. Not in a subby way, more like, this constant need to be with them and to give them pleasure.

He'd be very methodical and determinded to find every lasting spot that makes their partner weak at the knees; he'd wanna know just how to twist his tongue or how hard to bite, how to curl his fingers and what pace to set to have his partner screaming his name and fisting the sheets.

He wants you to cum at least six times in one session.

And because of this, I feel like he'd have a preference for giving oral sex to someone. He's so used to himself, he wants to know all about what makes the other person feel good.

And he's casually dominant. Once he's learned it all, he knows how to handle (or manhandle) your body around, knows how hard to grip your hips or with which tone to speak (whisper, groan) to have you unwinding beneath him.

And he's not one for PDA but he'll always have his arm around you in public; hands tightly locked together because he needs everyone to see that you're his and no one elses.

Also he's kind of a contradiction, because he wouldn't like public sex, as in, with ACTUAL public around, but if you're parked in his car, somewhere in a seculded area, he's totally down for car sex. If you're out hiking, he's 100% down for a quickie right there in the woods. If the beach is totally desserted he'll be teasing you with a hand underneath your swimsuit as you lay on your beach towels under an umbrella.

He's a total giver, but he melts when someone goes down on him.

Especially if they go slow, nibbling and licking his ears and neck, whispering how much you want him; he loves to feel your body on top of his, caress your curves and feel your hips swaying as you rock your hips on his clothed cock.

When you take him in your mouth, it's a whole experience for him. He's so sensitive, and the novelty of feeling your warm tongue swirling around his head, sucking him off so sweetly, it never goes away.

As far as kinks go, his itty bitty exhibitionist kink would be the only thing that comes to mind. He'd be a pretty vanilla guy but that doesn't mean he wouldn't be intense and extremely passionate. He'll go as rough or slow as you want, last for as many rounds as he can because he's got godly stamina. This is when all of the exercise that he does pays off.

He does love to see you all bent and twisting around like a pretzel, but he's a sucker for missionary because he loves to see you and be able to kiss you.

#aemond targaryen #modern!aemond #aemond targaryen hcs #aemond targaryen headcanons #aemond targaryen smut #hotd #house of the dragon #ewan mitchell #my writing

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meiliarotten · 9 months

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Moan

🔞MINORS DNI🔞

Pairing: Medic x Fem!Reader

Summary: Reader is shy and usually quiet in bed. When Medic and Reader have the base to themselves, Medic makes it his goal to get her to be much more vocal.

Tags: Shy reader, voice kink, oral, praise, dirty talk, teasing

Word Count: 3.8

The Masterlist

For as long as you could remember, sex had been a quiet affair for you. Not totally silent, of course. There was always a soft whimper or gasp here and there that would keep things from being outright uncomfortable, but it was never especially loud. Most of this was due to circumstances. The majority of your sexual expiriences tended to take place in locations that necessitated keeping volume to a minimum.

This fact didn’t change when you took up a job as a mercenary. You found it ironic. Mann Co was a company with enough money to hire several people to fight a war over relatively useless land for literal decades, and yet they couldn’t invest in a base without paper-thin walls. Of course, they also probably didn’t plan for you to have an intimate relationship with your team’s Medic, a relationship that would on occasion benefit from a bit of soundproofing.

Medic certainly didn’t make it easy for you to stay quiet either. Usually you were able to muffle yourself effectively by burying your face into a pillow, or by biting your lip so hard that you occasionally drew blood. Both of you had agreed that your colleagues probably wouldn’t appreciate overhearing your little trysts in the middle of the night. Still, it sometimes seemed as if the ex doctor was treating it as a challenge, teasing you and testing the limits of your self restraint.

Tonight was a unique occasion, however. After an especially long streak of victories, the team went out to eagerly drink the night away without a care, no doubt terrifying the common bar patrons along the way. All but two, that is, and those two just happened to be you and Medic. The pair of you had your own method of celebration, a method that wouldn’t include waking up with a hangover- just sore hips, possibly.

It only took a few moments after the others left for you and Medic to set upon each other, caressing and clumsily making your way from the common room to his private quarters. Once there you didn’t pause for a moment. He kissed his way up your jawline before leaning in close to your ear. You felt his breath warm your skin long before he finally spoke.

“I want to hear you moan for me, liebling.”

You visibly hesitated when he said that, shrinking back and glancing around nervously. The soft, simple request made you anxious even though you knew the base had been vacated save for you and the team’s doctor. Medic immediately took note of the sudden change in your demeanor, his tone going from dominant to reassuring within a moment.

“There is no one else in the base besides you and me, so there’s no reason to keep quiet,” he said, reaching out and brushing against your cheek. He felt the heat radiating from your skin, and he wanted to make it more intense, but even more so than that, he wanted to make sure you were comfortable. “I promise, no one will hear us. We’re free to do as we please tonight.”

“I’ll try,” you said, barely above a whisper. “But I’ve always been a quieter person. I hope I don’t disappoint.”

Medic shook his head, looking astonished at the very prospect that you could be a disappointment to him. He pulled you forward again, meeting you halfway with another kiss, gentler, but no less passionate than the previous ones. You grabbed his shirt in your fists as the two of you once again found yourselves entwined, lips parting and tongues sliding before the need for air eventually forced the two of you apart.

“You won’t let me down, meine liebe,” Medic sighed, taking a few moments to let himself breathe. When he finally composed himself, he seamlessly slipped into that more domineering tone that you found so sinfully inviting. “Imagine how nice it would feel to let go, completely free of shame. No prying ears to overhear your pleasure, just me and you.”

It was quite tempting, you had to admit. Anxiety was rapidly being drowned out by arousal in both your mind and body. This was a rare opportunity, and there was no way of knowing when you and Medic would have the base all to yourselves again.

“That does sound nice...” You finally made your decision. The smile that spread across Medic’s face was one of genuine excitement, although there was a hint of lust to it that couldn’t be denied. It sent a delightful shiver down your spine.

“Let’s get these clothes out of the way.” Medic was upon you in a moment, hastily unfastening the button and zipper on your pants while you stripped off your top and bra. Once those were off, you reached forward to start unbuttoning his vest, but he stopped you, pushing your hands away. While he made quick work of your pants, he hadn’t yet removed your underwear, leaving it as the only garment remaining on your body.

You tilted your head in confusion, but your train of thought was thoroughly derailed before you could ask anything. Medic pushed you back onto the bed, leaning over to kiss along the sensitive skin of your neck. You sighed, feeling his hand as it traveled down your chest, over your stomach and further down, until he could drag his fingers over the last bit of fabric covering you. You let out a shaky exhale and Medic chuckled, pulling away from your neck and clearly enjoying himself as he examined your reactions.

“Already so wet for me,” he observed, letting his fingers linger there, stroking you through your undergarments and soaking the material in the process. You hadn’t realized just how aroused you were.

“Medic, please,” you whispered, just loud enough to get his attention. You could already tell that willing yourself to be any louder would be a challenge, but it was one you were becoming much more willing to undertake with each passing moment.

“What is it you need, darling?” He asked, pulling his hand away from you. You squirmed and bucked your hips at the loss of stimulation, but he barely paid it any mind. “Go on, tell me.”

“I want you to take these off of me,” you stammered, pulling anxiously at the waistband of your underwear. “And I want you to keep touching me, please.”

To your relief, Medic didn’t hesitate once you voiced your desires. He hooked his fingers in the waistband, pulling it downward until the garment was removed and tossed to the floor without a care. You suppressed a shiver at the sudden exposure, glancing down nervously. Medic found it cute, how you were still so shy despite how many times he had seen you in such a vulnerable condition before. He looked to you for a final nod of approval before stroking his fingers along your slit, chuckling as he was able to fully experience how slick you were.

“Desperate little thing,” he said, continuing to rub and coat his fingers with your arousal. “Just sit back and let your doctor take care of you.”

Two fingers entered you with ease, thrusting, curling, and stretching. A shudder ran up your spine as Medic sought out and quickly located the spot within you that would soon have you squirming with pleasure. You naturally started biting your lip out of habit, clutching the bedsheets with the effort it took to stifle yourself to mere whimpers as Medic began to work his fingers against your g-spot.

“Liebchen, remember what we discussed,” he said calmly, almost casually. It was a sharp contrast to your current state, as you barely held your composure. The matter wasn’t helped when Medic began to use his thumb to circle over your clit. That was enough to start breaking down your walls, eliciting a harsh cry that you couldn’t even begin to choke back. “Ja, that’s more like it. Just relax and let me hear those sweet little sounds. I know you want to. It must be exhausting to put so much effort into holding back.”

He was right. It almost disturbed you sometimes, how he could read you like an open book. You breathed deep, finally allowing yourself to let go a little, and as you did soft moans escaped you. You hadn’t been lying, you were a quieter person in bed, but even those gentle vocalizations were music to Medic’s ears. He relished every little noise he managed to draw from you with his skilled fingers. Even so, he was confident that he could get you to be louder. Now wasn’t the time for that though. He had to be patient. For now, he would put all his focus on pleasing you.

“Medic,” you stammered his name through a sharp exhale, catching your lover’s attention immediately. “Please, I want to feel your tongue on me.”

It was incredibly forward of you, and that just made it all the more arousing to the doctor. He was more than happy to comply, meeting your gaze with a smirk before moving to kneel on the floor. He pulled you towards the edge of the bed by your hips with ease. You watched as he removed his vest, dropping it beside him without a care. Medic had decided it was getting far too hot for any extra layers. His dress shirt remained on for now, although with the top few buttons undone.

You weren’t focused on his state of undress for long though. The moment the vest hit the floor, Medic got to work, and the sensation of his tongue on your clit had you gasping. He held a tight grip on your thighs, kneading the supple flesh there as he let them rest on his shoulders. He listened to your reactions, paying close attention to what made you squirm with pleasure and what made you whimper or moan. He was positively relentless, and it wasn’t long before you felt yourself getting close.

“Fuck, I’m about to come!” Your face went red at how loudly you had exclaimed, but you didn’t let yourself dwell on the embarrassment. As for Medic, he paid little heed to your warning. He started to moan as he buried his face between your thighs, making it quite obvious that he intended to bring you to the height of pleasure like this.

His efforts doubled in those last few moments, and with a sharp cry you let your orgasm overtake you. Medic continued to lap at you as you rode out your high, desperate for your taste. His grip on your thighs tightened as they shook and clenched against the sides of his head. It wasn’t until you began to pull away from the overstimulation that he stopped.

You laid back, breathing hard, staring at the ceiling, thoroughly blissed out and enjoying the afterglow. The rustling of fabric and the sound of a belt buckle being unfastened was what eventually brought your attention back to the situation at hand. Medic had stripped off his shirt and was making fast work of removing his belt and pants as well. Clearly, he wasn’t done with you yet.

“That was good, liebchen, but I think you can be a bit louder. I want to hear just how good I’m making you feel.” His words were as ominous and yet so very seductive.

You were still a bit ashamed of how loud you were, especially since you didn’t know you could even reach such volumes, but the thought of feeling such pleasure that you abandoned all control was rather exciting. The idea of losing any care for how loud you were was as frightening as it was freeing. Plus, part of you also liked how focused Medic was on his goal, almost treating it like a challenge, pushing himself to make you feel as good as possible.

He was on top of you the moment his remaining clothes were discarded on the floor, snapping you out of your thoughts by pressing his lips roughly against yours. A bite on your lower lip made you gasp, allowing him to deepen the kiss. You could taste yourself on Medic’s tongue, and it made your head spin. Everything about the embrace was needy and frantic. You could feel how hard he was against you, and it only made you more aware of the fact that he wasn’t inside you yet, where you so desperately wanted him to be.

“I want to make you scream for me,” Medic growled when the two of you finally parted, his voice breathless and heavy with arousal. You were just as eager as he was. He had worked you back up after making you come once, and you wanted him to do it again.

You weren’t even sure how to put your desperation into words. Coherent language escaped you as you tried to articulate just how much you wanted him to fuck you right now. Luckily, you didn’t need to say a thing. Medic pressed another kiss to your lips. He entered you just a moment later with a quick thrust, your arousal making it easy. He was sure to break off the kiss in time to hear your breathy cry as he went still.

Medic let out a shaky sigh, simply enjoying how nice you felt around him until you grew impatient. You whined, bucking your hips against him in an attempt to get him to move. Usually he would tell you to use your words, but he had waited long enough for this. Not to mention the litany of thankful noises that he was privy to once he finally began thrusting at a steady pace was extremely rewarding. This was just what he had wanted from you, and now he could begin to let go as well.

Medic had always been loud. Unlike you, he didn’t seem to mind if the others heard him, sometimes to the point that you had to warn him to be quieter. Such caution was not necessary tonight. Medic groaned between leaving gentle bites on your collar and neck, making you whimper. It seemed he was intent on not letting you go quiet for even a moment, although his own voice sometimes threatened to drown out your own. The way he moaned and even growled next to your ear drove you crazy. If this was how Medic felt when he heard you, then you could certainly understand the appeal.

“Harder,” you cried out, loud and clear. Medic stopped short with a look of slight surprise and almost carnal desire, clearly not expecting you to be so bold. You squirmed under the intensity of his gaze, and the lack of movement drew a soft whine as you tried to buck against his hips yourself, to no avail.

“What was that, liebe? I couldn’t quite hear you,” he finally said. You steeled yourself, knowing he was teasing you, and looked him in the eye with newfound determination. So he wanted to play with you? That was fine. You could play along, especially since you knew some tricks that would fluster him as well.

“I said harder! I want you to fuck me harder!” Your voice was definitely raised now, somehow managing to be equally demanding and desperate. Medic shuddered and you pushed further, being even more explicit, intent on working him up until he couldn’t resist giving it to you just as hard as you wanted it. “I want you to be rough with me. I love feeling your cock slamming into me. I need you .”

Medic’s hips were grinding against yours now, and as you continued to whisper filthy requests into his ear he began to move again. He thrust shallowly at first, but soon picked up the pace as he started to give in to his own needs. Still, he remained ever attentive, slowing down when you seemed to be getting overwhelmed and letting you adjust until you were begging him to go faster. And of course, most importantly, he made sure to take advantage of all the spots that had you crying out in ecstasy.

“Good girl. You’re doing so well. Keep telling me just how you want it,” Medic groaned. It was right at that second when a shift in angle struck you just perfectly. Your mind went blank with pleasure and any smugness you had maintained from before melted away as you nearly screamed.

“Fuck, right there! Please!”

You latched onto Medic, causing him to hiss as your nails dug into his back. That hiss turned into a low chuckle as he realized that he had found a spot guaranteed to get some nice sounds out of you. He thrust hard and didn’t even flinch when you scratched red, stinging lines down his back. If anything, the pain had its own appeal, and it let him know just how good he was making you feel.

“Keep begging for me.” Medic’s voice shook as he dealt with the conflicting pain and pleasure you inflicted upon him while in the throes of passion, needy and so very enticing. “I love hearing you plead for more.”

As if you needed any encouragement to keep begging. You barely heard yourself, so desperate for more, you vaguely acknowledged a barrage of “ please! ” and “ don’t stop !” that fell from your lips, feverishly repeated like a mantra. Medic, on the other hand, took every last word in. He didn’t want to miss a moment of this, finally getting to hear you cry out so shamelessly. You had certainly exceeded his expectations.

“Gutes mädchen. I want you to tell me how it feels.”

“It feels good! So good! Fuck, it feels amazing.” You barely got the words out between gasps.

“It’s so freeing to finally let go, isn’t it? To let those sweet sounds be heard?” Medic wasn’t able to hide the slight stammer in his speech as he felt the pleasure start to build. “Oh Gott, you feel so good!”

He slowed down suddenly before the point of no return, no longer fucking you as roughly but still aiming firm thrusts against your sweet spot, making sure not to sacrifice any of your pleasure. He would last a little longer like this, but he still felt so close. Slowly, he let one of his hands trail down your stomach, resting his fingers on your clit, but not moving yet.

“You want me to touch you there?” He asked, barely holding back a groan as he watched how you whined and made futile attempts to buck against his fingers. You were so beautiful when you became desperate like this. “You want me to make you come, ja?”

“Yes!” Your breathing was ragged, and it was a struggle to simply form coherent words. “Fuck, I’m so close!”

“Bitte darling, moan for me. Moan nice and loud, and I’ll let you come.” Medic still didn’t move his fingers, but he pressed just the slightest bit harder, putting just enough pressure on that sensitive little spot to have you reeling but not enough to make you come.

And you most certainly moaned. Harsh, breathy vocalizations that you had never made before were drawn from your throat at volumes you had never dared to venture. You practically screamed, knowing it would satisfy Medic, knowing it would earn you the release you craved.

“Good girl.” His words barely had time to register in your mind, as in that moment he finally began to rub firm circles around your clit in time with his thrusts. That tension finally snapped, sending waves of pleasure rushing through your body. You weren’t even conscious of the noises you were making anymore, but Medic was certainly pleased with them. “Keep going, scream for me, liebchen! Don’t stop!”

His voice was so enticing like this, raising in a way that you had never heard before. Was this how he felt when hearing you? You didn’t have time to ponder that, too preoccupied with the aftershocks of your own orgasm. Medic thrust unevenly a few more times, making you whimper from overstimulation before finishing with a low groan. With your arms wrapped around him, you noticed that he was practically trembling as he came.

He went still, and for a moment you worried that he would collapse on top of you. Finally he gave a shaky sigh, rolling over to lay beside you. The two of you stayed like that for a while, breathing hard, and waiting for the rapid pace of your heartbeats to steady.

However, relaxing proved rather difficult for you. Now that the ecstasy and euphoria of your orgasm had passed, you found yourself becoming a bit paranoid. Every slight noise, while most likely just being the wind or the ordinary creaking of an old building settling was interpreted by you as a sign that the other mercs had returned early. You wrung the blankets in your hands, wrinkling them in a tight grip.

“Don’t let your mind start racing.” Medic interrupted your thoughts. Ever the observant one, he noticed your anxiety returning without you needing to say a word. He wrapped an arm around you, pulling you against him where you gladly settled into the curve of his body. “No one heard you except me. Do you really think I’d risk letting anyone else hear those delightful little sounds?”

He had a good point. You shook your head and he chuckled, running his fingers through your hair. His fingertips brushed against your scalp, and the sensation sent shivers down your spine.

“Those are only for me to hear. Gott, I love listening to that pretty voice of yours, nur für mich.” You loved the touch of possessiveness he sometimes had in his tone, always striking a perfect balance between attractive and intimidating. It made you wonder if he did it on purpose just to make you blush. “Wasn’t it nice to let go for once, liebling?”

“It did feel nice,” you confessed, knowing Medic would read you like an open book whether you admitted it or not. Of course, that didn’t mean you couldn’t take part in a bit of teasing as well. “I especially enjoyed hearing you,” you said. “I knew you were louder than me, but I didn’t know you could be that vocal.”

Medic seemed to laugh off your comment, but the bright flush in his cheeks was evident, even in the dim lighting of his room. It filled you with a sense of pride every time you were able to fluster him the way he did with you so often. “You know, we can’t make a habit of this. All the others would have heard us if they were here.”

“Natürlich, which is why we should make the most of tonight.” Before you could even process what he had said you were pulled into another kiss, this one deep and breathtaking in sharp contrast to the relatively chaste pecks from earlier. When he pulled away you were breathing hard all over again, looking up at him with renewed lust as he leaned in and you felt his lips brush against your ear. “What do you think, meine liebe? Ready for a second round?”

#tf2 x reader #fanfic #fanfiction #merc x reader #minors dni #smut #tf2 smut #medic x reader #medic tf2 #team fortress 2 #medic team fortress 2 #tf2 medic #medic #tf2 #team fortress two #tf2 fanfiction #cross posted on ao3

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parkermunson · 1 year

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Picture Me

Summary: Peter Parker's shy in most things, until he's behind the camera. [1.6k words]

T/W: smut [18+ only, minors away!!], exhibitionism, f+m masturbation

A/N: My first Peter fic/smut! Tbh this can be any Peter you want, but I had Andrew's in mind while writing. As a photographer myself, I fell in love with Spider-Man's camera savviness, and clung to it since Tobey. Kinda upset we never saw that part of the character with Tom. Divider by @silkholland.

Tagging @corrodedcorpses for supporting this <3

Peter was different than any person you've ever dated. He was shy, timid, and extra sweet. He second-guessed himself often, even when you assured him he was perfect. The only time he never questioned himself was when he was behind his camera, snapping shot after shot of whatever caught his eye through the little lens. His confidence soared when you complimented the finished photos, boosting his self-esteem beyond comprehension. But when the camera was away, those self-esteem issues crept back in, clouding his brain in self-deprecating thoughts.

The two of you had only been dating a few short months, but your friendship had spanned years. All it took was one drunken night for feelings to be shared, and bodies to be explored, to change everything. Peter was by no means shy in the bedroom, but it was obvious he was holding back. The little things gave him away– the clenched fists during a particularly messy blowjob, or the lip bite when you slowed your bouncing on his cock. You tried everything to push him past that line, but it proved much more difficult than anticipated. He was simply afraid to let that side of him out. That's what caused the genius idea to hit you so hard it had your thighs clenching under the table over dinner.

Peter sat across from you, talking about his woes as a journalism photographer, trying to make ends meet on the bullshit excuse of pay. You're half-listening, half-drowning in the idea of Peter taking you over the table right now, throwing the dishes to the floor or letting them fall off the table with every hard thrust of his hips.

"I want you to photograph me," you interrupt. Peter glances up at you from his plate, pausing his movements.

"I've taken photos of you before," he replied, placing his fork down. He's confused, a bit worried even. You seem serious, and haven't been able to give your full attention to him since you sat down.

"I want you to photograph me... naked." The last word leaves your mouth in almost in a question. You're not sure that's what you even had in mind. But it's the first thing that came out.

Peter's mouth hangs open while you wait for an answer. He's not sure he heard you correctly. This can't be real. You can't be real. This was one of his biggest fantasies, to have your gorgeous body photographed by him, to have you captured on camera in your most intimate way. Of course, this fantasy always ended with a photo of your fucked out face covered in his cum hiding in his wallet. He'd print photos of your pussy swallowing his cock and keep them hidden by his bed for a lonely day. He'll even print a photo of your tits covered in deep purple hickies.

But how could he do that to you? You were delicate, unassuming. You weren't aware of his crime-fighting alter ego and you've never even gotten kinky in the bedroom. He didn't want to lose himself and accidentally reveal he was Spider-Man. You'd be at risk with that knowledge.

"Y/N... I don't know." He folded his hands in his lap and stared down at them, doing everything to avert from looking at you. You were silent, hurt from his answer. Why wouldn't he want this? Wouldn't anyone want the image of their partner naked? Did he not like that part of your relationship? Of you?

You stood from the table, and walked to the bedroom, making a point of grabbing his camera off the living room table on your way. Peter sat there frozen, his brain telling him not to follow, his cock twitching at the thought of you sitting naked next to his camera. His internal battle was halted when your sultry voice called his name from your room. "Peteeeerrrrr." It was almost like a moan and a demand at the same time. Your own personal mating call, just for him.

His legs were carrying him to your room before he even processed the action in his brain. You controlled him now. You sat cross-legged on the edge of your bed, smirking at his frame in the doorway. His camera perched next to you, waiting. He approached slowly, already looking wrecked without anything even happening. The idea was enough to send the man in a fit. You placed the camera in his hand gently, and sat up on your knees. "Direct me, Mr. Photographer." He looked dumbfounded, lost in his thoughts. "Peter... where do you want me?"

"Uh.. o-over here," he pointed half-heartedly to the corner with a chair and a light above. You smiled and reached out a hand to him, which he took to help you off the bed. Sauntering over to the chair, you made a show of wiggling your hips with each step. Peter was practically drooling already.

You sat down and looked up at him with wide eyes. It took a moment, but eventually he understood to start taking pictures. You began unbuttoning your jeans, making sure he got to see the pretty lace of your panties hiding beneath your pants. Sliding the jeans off your legs, you bent over, giving the camera a nice view of your cleavage over your low-cut top. You then moved onto removing your shirt, sliding it over your head so your hair bounced behind you.

Peter fell to his knees, wanting to be on the same level as you. He was snapping away on his camera, not missing a beat. In just your panties and bra, you turned on the chair, sitting on your knees with your back to him, glancing over your shoulder with mischievous eyes. You smiled as your reached around and unclipped your bra, holding the cups to your chest. The strap slipped from your shoulders. Snap. You slid the garment off your arms, covering your chest in one arm, and holding up the discarded bra in your other. Snap. Dropping the bra to the floor, you turn back to face him, still covering your chest. Snap. You drop your arm and lay it on the armrest of the chair, relishing in the confidence you possess. Snap.

A tent is starting to form in Peter's jeans, but he doesn't even notice. Not when a supermodel is stripping right in front of him, for him. You stand up, turning to face the wall so your back is to him. Your fingers play with the lace on your hips. Snap. You spread your legs slightly, bending over. Snap. The lace glides over your ass swiftly, revealing the soft skin beneath. Snap, snap, snap. Peter can smell your arousal with your ass directly in front him, inches from the lens of his camera. Your underwear pools at your feet and you kick it off toward your bra. You sit back on the chair and spread your legs. Snap. Peter's starting to notice the uncomfortable bulge in his jeans, pulling at the fabric for a better placement and immediately focusing his attention back on you.

You lick a long stripe up your palm and slide it between your legs, rubbing slow circles on your clit. Snap. Your other hand pinches your nipple, pulling at it with a hiss. Peter moans behind the camera, losing control over his composure. You place a leg over the armrest and pull your other knee up so your heel rests directly on the edge, spreading yourself out so he has the best view in the house. Your fingers dance lower on your clit, playing with your entrance. Sliding a finger in to the first knuckle, then back out. One glance up to Peter and you instantly melt. He's palming himself over his jeans, his bottom lip pulled tightly under his teeth, and his camera held lazily at his side.

You stop your ministrations, "nah-uh. Keep shooting." He breaks from his trance, putting the camera back to his eye and snapping away. You insert one finger fully, your head falling back from the new sensation. Your other hand leaves your nipple and slides down to your clit, rubbing circles the same speed. The pleasure was good, but it wasn't enough. Inserting another finger, a loud moan leaves you, causing Peter's hand to reach back onto the tent in his jeans. He's still taking pictures one-handed, while palming himself. The visual causes your hands to speed up, throwing you closer to the edge. Peter unbottons his jeans and slides a hand in, his hips bucking at the touch of his fingers. The coil in your belly tightens when you realize how desperately he's watching you. Then you hear it, snap. You're sent over, your body convulsing against the chair, your breathing turned ragged as your eyes hit the back of your skull.

You're floating in that heavenly feeling until Peter's pulling your hands away. Snap. He zooms in on your fluids leaking from you, moaning at the sight. Snap. Then he's looking up at you with a devilish smile. "My turn."

#peter parker #spiderman #peter parker smut #peter parker imagine #peter parker fanfiction #spiderman imagine #spiderman fic #spiderman smut #tasm smut #marvel #marvel fic #marvel fanfiction #spiderman x you #spiderman x reader #peter parker x reader #peter parker x you #parkermunson #mandi writes

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chris-continues · 1 year

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Autistic Knives Headcanons

By an autistic writer

Written with the idea of it being modern AU

-Knives is one of the best people to hangout w if ur social battery is dead/you’re overwhelmed in public. He won’t show it much but he’s most empathetic to others in that situation- whisking you away somewhere quieter, or giving people a death glare if they bother you.

-Knives has a set routine- the only person who can sort of break this routine is Vash, and that’s because he has a mini routine of his own (although he’s a bit more spontaneous)

This routine consists of:

Waking up at 6:30, (he takes long ass showers so this time is most definitely needed)

He’ll start by washing his face, brushing his teeth, showering, changing into clothes he set out the day before.

Then he’ll prepare small things he carries on him (aka headphones- check their charge, watch- check the time + charge)

He’ll make a small breakfast and check on the groceries- vash drank the rest of the apple juice, he’ll have to go get some more on his way back home. He writes this down in his reminders.

At this time, vash will be messily tugging on his combat boots, checking how tight the laces are. He’ll bid him goodmorning and they’ll head their separate ways.

-he stims by biting his cheek or having his nails etch into his hands, clenching and unclenching his fists.

-knives is especially irritable when running late. It’s slight panic and uncomfortable-ness disguised with irritation and annoyance, and Vash can definitely tell. (Aka, vash helps to prep everything/help them go where they’re supposed to go while knives tries to calm down) because running off schedule drives him crazy and puts a damper on his day

-Knives schedules dr’s appointments for Vash. “You need your checkup.”

“But I feel fine! Besides, we’re tryna sav-“

“You need your checkup. Maybe they’ll check you for a brain tumor, since you’re so ignorant.” (Aka: take care of your health you idiot)

-Knives studies intently- he’s a big fan of libraries (he hates to admit that he works better when other ppl are around, maybe in a rush to leave or maybe in a longing for company??)

-I think quality time is a big thing for him- just sitting in silence w him is something nice and intimate in a way.

-Knives loves escorting u with his arm and u link arms bc you both have a sensory thing where you hate sweaty hands

-He needs you at his side- you’re going to get lost or do something stupid. And you depend on him, right? he doesn’t just depend on you, you need him, right? It’s for your own safety- if you’re not back in one piece it’ll nag him to no end. You’re annoying like that.

#autistic knives #trigun x reader #trigun stampede #trigun 98 #knives millions #millions knives #nai saverem #vash saverem #chris writes #knives x reader #college au knives

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bitchyglitterfox · 1 year

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Dirty Little Secret - Moon Knight System x F!Reader

Warning: smut, sex work, fingering(F receiving) pinning, very fluffy.

A/n: sex work is work, also I hope I did good describing camming I've never done it nor have I watched it so I hope I did ok. This was inspired by @valeskafics camgirl series

Tags: @juneknight @romanarose

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It was a late friday night in London, the boys had no plans and it was Steven’s day. Steven had been bored and curious, sometimes a disastrous combo but today it probably worked in his favor.

He was horny, and he didn't want to watch the same old scripted porn on pornhub, no he wanted something intimate. So he opened a website he saw Jake had used once when he hadn't realized Steven was confronting. He noticed you never showed your face but he assumed that was because of safety or for privacy.

So Steven typed in your name and sure enough there you were, streaming and in the middle of presumably fulfilling a request as you spoke out the word ‘Mommy’ in a breathy moan that went right to his already half hard cock.

‘Mommy, can I please cum on your strap. Its s’good, mommy, i'm so close’

“Bloody hell, I’m about to cum in my trousers like a bloody teenager.” he mumbles to himself as he guides his hand down his sweats to release his cock and begins to mimic the speed you are using the dildo on yourself.

When you both finish, Steven tips you 50£ and writes ‘You looked absolutely like an angel in the stream darling, make sure to drink some water’ he smiles as you read his comment out loud.

…

Jake was really horny and he knew exactly how to help relieve his dilemma, he was going to watch his favorite camgirl. He pulls out Steven’s laptop, logging into the website and searches for her name.

He discovered you not too long ago, on a night quite like this one, he enjoyed the way you were so sweet with the audience, you started every steam by asking if everyone has had their water today, he loved your personality as much as he loved your body. He liked to watch you stretch yourself on the dildos you used. The little moans you let out when you were close to orgasm.

He loved your streams. They always felt so homey and intimate, plus you sometimes wore the lingerie he would gifted you and watch you play with yourself in it. He would like to imagine you being his girlfriend, as he watched your face as you came on your fingers.

…

Marc loves watching you, he loves being able to match the speed of you fucking yourself on your fingers to his fist running up and down on his cock. He likes to imagine it's your hand jerking him off. He adds more lube to his palm as he watches you squirt for the camera.

As bad as it probably is, Marc wishes he could be the one to make you do it. He wants to be the one to make your cunt glisten with cum and pound into you. He wants to replace your fingers with his, make your viewers guess whose fingers are knuckle deep in your pussy as you moan out and quiver in ecstasy as you orgasm under his touch.

“Oh! Oh fuck, oh fuck, oh! Fuck!” you moan out as you squirt on the purple dildo that you pull out of your quivering cunt. Marc comes soon after, getting off on your moans and heavy breathing.

…

The boys had agreed to spend the 200£ for a private video chat with you and so the day had come when that was finally happening.

“Hello!” you say excitedly. People never splurge for the private video chat so this was gonna be fun seeing as how it's the user celestiallover87. He is always so sweet when they give you tips, compliments and gifts.

“Hello love, bit of a beautiful night innit?” Steven says with his camera off.

His voice sounds so familiar, you can almost place it, if he put on his camera you’d be sure to place where you've seen him from.

“It is very beautiful especially since i get to speak to you, my handsome gifter,” you flirt, biting your lip even though you knew he couldn't see it.

“Flirt back, Steven” Marc says in the head space, since they all pitched in to pay for this they all decided to be present when it came time for the private chat.

"Yes! Tell her how much we enjoy her content, and turn on the damn camera hermano!" Jake also butts in.

"Bloody hell," he mumbles before turning on the camera.

There in front of you is the cute gift shoppist you always visit.

“St-Steven?” you let out and before you can even stop yourself you raise your camera to show off your face.

“Y/n!” a blush begins to make its way up his neck, “Um fancy meeting you here,” he says with a lopsided smile.

“Mierda, it's that cute little bakery owner who has a crush on steven!” Jake looks shocked from the headspace, “I bet her pussy tastes just as sweet as the pastries she makes.”

Steven’s cock swells at the words.

“I-I this is a little awkward,” you chuckle, “Um you won't reveal my secret will you?” you bite your finger nail, it was newly painted, with little stars and a moon painted on it.

“I wouldn't dream of it, love! But um why camming?” He asks while rubbing his clothed thighs trying to focus on anything but the way your breasts bounce slightly when you laugh at his question.

“I love getting off and I love being in control. I control my environment, how and when I come and sometimes I get to be in control of others' orgasms and that is just so thrilling,” you begin to explain, getting into a much more comfortable position on your chair, “The bakery is my passion and this is my stress relief,”

“Steven, you gotta ask her out now. Come on for us.” Marc says.

“I-I wanted to ask this the next time i saw you but no time like the present right?” he swallows thickly, he can't focus. Between his cock hardening and you looking so god damn cute in your baby pink lingire, “But would you like to-to go out with me?”

“Are you sure you still wanna go out with me? Now that you know what I do?” You ask blushing. This was the best day ever for you! Your long time crush whom you have liked for a few months now, and may now possibly love feels the same for you. It makes you wanna kick your feet and twirl your hair.

“Of course I still want to go out with you love, just because you do this doesn't make you any different than the sweet woman you are that brings me treats every friday. You're still Y/n”

“Pick me up at my place this friday at 8! There's this great vegan place that just opened up, but for now I've got to go!” you both quickly say your goodbyes.

“Holy shit,” Marc lets out.

“Hombre got a date with Y/n and she's the sexy little cam girl too. Fuck” Jake adds biting his lip staring at the black screen in front of them.

“Bloody hell I've comed in my trousers,” steven mutters to himself.

…

“Oh, fuck yes, please daddy deeper,” you moan out. Splayed in Jake's lap, his hardened cock rubbing against your ass. You will definitely be helping out with that the moment your stream is over. You are both in your streaming room with Jake knuckle deep in your cunt, while his thumb is rubbing slow circles on your clit.

“Yeah you like when Daddy makes you come on his fingers don't you, mi vida?” Jake whispered in your ear. He runs his unoccupied hand towards your throat and gently squeezes. You're so close to your orgasm but know you can only achieve it when Jake feels like letting you come.

The boys didn't like to have their voices on camera and it also helped the viewers imagine it was them with their fingers inside you. Each of the boys had their own ways of being with you. With Steven it was sweet, soft and caring. He will coax so many orgasms out of you with his sweet words. Jake was rough, he liked to deny your orgasms as long as he could. He also liked to choke you which you found you enjoyed. Marc was a mix of both, depending on how he was feeling and the requests you would get would determine which mood he was in.

“Come on my fingers mi vida, i know you want too,” he puts pressure on your throat once more as he feels your walls tighten around his fingers. He curls his fingers inside of your warm cavern and runs them against the spongy spot inside.

You moan out, squirting over his fingers. You lean your head back on Jake's shoulder, still out of sight of the camera. You moan as he removes his fingers from inside you.

“Thank you daddy,” you sigh out. Soon after youve come down from your high, you thank your viewers and tell them to drink their water because if they are just as thirsty as you are they need their water.

When you know for a fact the stream is off you slide off Jake’s lap and turn towards him smiling.

“Thank you for helping me with this stream baby,” you say while leaning forward and kissing him sweetly.

“Anything for you mi cariño,” he responds once you pull away, he places the fingers that were once deep inside you into his mouth, “As sweet as always.

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