#and hell’s a vulvae

[kiyyunkaiwan]

Something I saw on Twitter from @veskscans who unfortunately deleted the original post, so I post this because I interests me, so I welcome those who find this to try and solve this Megaten puzzle and yes all answers are based on the series so good luck.

[hoshigray]

˙⋆✮ FIRST PERSON SQUIRTER.ᐣ.ᐟ ✮⋆˙ | jjk men

꩜ᯅ꩜ choso, nanami, gojo, geto, sukuna & toji × how they deal with a squirter!?

contents: JJK men x afab/fem! reader - explicit content; minors DNI - size differences (true form! kuna) - kissing/making out - thigh-riding - [anal] fingering (f! receiving) - oral (f! + m! receiving) - sqůirtǐng (ofc) - facesitting - Daddy kink - 69 + doggy style + full nelson positions - overstimulation - clitoral play (grinding + swiping + pinching) - praising - cervix fucking - pet names (angel, baby, cutiepie, good girl, little thing, etc.) - degradation + humiliation - mention of blood and drool/spit.

word count: 5.3k

a. note: goin on a trip next week, so i leave y'all with this until the next one ☆ enjoy !!

ᯓ꩜ Chōsō Kamo

You giggled. “You ready, baby?”

He smiles back. “Bring it on, sweetheart.”

Having a partner willing to try new things with you is undoubtedly a blessing. Wouldn’t you want to try anything and everything with your partner—learning new things and sharing experiences with the person you love and cherish the most in this globe? 

It adds to your trust in one another – an exchange enhances the companionship…even if it’s in the bedroom!

“Okay, Choso, get ready.”

Your boyfriend nods from below you, watching from between your thighs as you descend your lower half where his face is, and the two of you moan once the lips of your labia land on his awaiting tongue.

This was all your idea, by the way: you’re the one who pulled on Choso’s shirt as you two watched the television from his bed, his caramel eyes drifting to you after grabbing his attention. It was difficult to ask at first, stumbling with your words as this embarrassing request isn’t something you make regularly. Once you got your words out, it wasn’t surprising to see your boyfriend a little flustered as you were. 

However, that didn’t stop him from accepting it – albeit bashfully – confidently, igniting a colossal quirk of happiness to affect the glow of his bedroom. So, here you two are, putting this new experience to the test. 

“Mmmm, oh God,” you purr with chewed lips, fighting the urge to swing your hips as Choso mouths you. 

Choso has his hips on your waist to keep you steady as he does his work, using his lips and tongue to please you in this new position. His tongue swims around your inner labia, the folds coated with your wetness mixed with his saliva. You exhale through your nostrils, your thighs sluggishly move to have your man attend to the surface, and you mewl at the flick of your clitoris. Oh shiiit…!

Having you on top of him like this was not something the brunet expected, thinking this would be a lazy day to hang out with his cute companion on this slow Friday. However, to have easy access to taste your fluids within his vicinity in this erotic position...he’s starting to like it a little too much. 

“Ohhh, my God, Choso,” you shrill with a gasp. “You’re so good…Feel so good.”

“Yeah, baby?” He questions below your waist, poking your clit with his tongue. “You like riding my face?” 

He can’t see it, but you nod impetuously. “Yessss! Yees—Shhaaah! Fuck, your tongue…!” You lick your lips and bite as you bring your waist lower, his nose bumping on your clit. “More, give me moreee…!”

“Heh, sure thing,” he titters at your enthusiasm as his hands curl to your buttocks, bringing you further down to his level. You whimper as he sucks on your vulva with purpose, lapping his tongue around to tease your entrance before he pushes it in. Here is where Choso changes the atmosphere, fucking you with his tongue and collecting more of your essence to drink. All you can do is wail and swing your hips faster, and your boyfriend quickly catches the rhythm. Shit, tastes so good…!

“Uhhgg, feels so fucking good—Mmmaa!” Holy hell, this was too much! There’s so much going on underneath you outside your control, only having the command of your waist to influence. Your thighs jiggle as you resort to bouncing on your boyfriend’s face, and your hands ball on the comforter the two of you lay on. 

Choso’s tongue goes frantic, wiggling the wet muscle around your insides and pulling you in to sink more into your overwhelming taste and smell. The more you bounce on his face, the more his nose hits your clitoris, your bud sending shocks up to your head to enlighten the exhilaration! Faster and faster you go, the same for the tongue lapping all over your vulva and sucking on you purposely. 

“Choso..!! Cho—shiiiit—Chosooo!!” You cry out with trenched brows and closed eyes, electric shocks spiraling all over your body with all the growing pressure. 

Your body then gives in, and you let your essence out of your system. Your fluids shower all over Choso’s face as you come on his tongue; your boyfriend is not swayed by the liquid hitting his face, just focused on slurping your wetness covering your cunt. Quivers force your thighs to jolt, jerking your whole frame as you let the waves of your orgasm hit until everything relaxes.

And when it does, you sigh heavily and lift your ass. Choso watches the sight before him, his spit blended with your come all within your inner thighs. The heat from his face spreads to his ears — oh, he hopes he doesn’t get addicted to this.

“Oh my God, Choso,” your boyfriend snaps to your call. “Your face, it’s all wet!”

“Hm? Oh!” It takes a second to realize that he is utterly drenched with your satisfaction, scoffing with a smile. “Guess we both got a bit too excited.”

You chuckle as you leave to grab a hand towel from his bathroom. “I’m sorry about that!”

“It’s okay,” Choso takes off his shirt, which was damp on his collar, and accepts the towel you give him. “As long as you’re feeling good up there, I don’t mind drowning a bit for you, sweetie.”

You shake your head with a smile. “You’re not funny.”

ᯓ꩜ Nanami Kento

Nothing puts the cherry on top of a hard day at work for Nanami than coming home and being pulled into your arms.

“Nnnmm, Kento, you feel so good…”

…And loving on him more affectionately.

You practically dragged your man into the living room, peppering him with smooches in your glee that he had returned home safe and sound, and he chortles as you beckon him to sit on the couch with you. The two of you winding down while watching the television, Nanami relaxing with a nice cold beer and taking off his necktie and blazer.

However, he’s unaware of you glimpsing through your peripheral, looking intently, sliding his tie off his collar and unbuttoning his shirt. You notice the sneak of his exposed collarbone, drifting your gaze to something else only for it to land on his pants. Lips flatten at the sight of his thighs; his hand patting on it makes you stare longer than intended, swallowing thickly to quench a dry throat. 

He was taking a swig of his beer, watching the motion of his Adam’s apple with intent. Your fingers fiddling with the bottom of your sundress can’t jurisdiction your thoughts anymore, wanton desires stacking up and soon to fall like dominoes. 

And when it does fall, you silently stand and walk in front of Nanami, the blonde noticing you come around to obstruct his view of the TV. “My love?” You don’t answer. “Something’s wrong?” No words yet…but you lift your dress, mocha eyes pinpointing to the cute design of your cotton thong. “Sweetheart…” you move to sit again, but not back on the couch—nope—instead, his pant-clad thigh, straddling the firm muscles, and your arms come around to cup his cheeks.

“Kento,” you finally speak, whispering for only his words to pick up. “I missed you.”

If there was one thing that could pull Nanami’s heartstrings, it was you – his pretty wife. So, when you express your love for him, of course, he has to reciprocate tenfold.

“Ooooo, yesss, Ken…please, go faster…Mmmph.”

You stay atop Nanami’s thigh, grinding your labia on his pants to the point that a damp spot is prominent in the tan color. The blonde doesn’t seem to mind, though, as he’s the one who slid your thong for his fore and middle finger to swipe on your clitoris. The touch is pleasant, fueling your waist to keep moving. With your back to his chest, he kisses you passionately from behind. Your sweet tongue meets his, influenced by the taste of alcohol, a strange combination that surprisingly gets the kiss steamier. 

Nanami chews on your bottom lip, having you whimper so sublimely that shivers crawl his spine, sucking on your tongue as your hips go faster. Jesus Christ, the friction from grinding on the material of his pants feels so good, nestling in between your folds nicely and faintly bumping on your clit. However, that is for your husband’s fingers, tweaking the bud you perk to your tippy toes. Hahhh, so good!

“Mmmm, shit,” the golden-haired man curses under his breath before taking your lips into his again. “Come here, angel.” He slams his lips to yours, and you don’t plan to leave his taste as you throw your head back. One arm lifts your legs by the knees, the free hand having more access for him to stick his middle finger into your wetness.

You moan into his mouth, allowing your husband to please you with his fingers rubbing your inner texture. It starts slow until he adds the ring finger, dialing the pace for his fingertips to scratch onto places you could never reach. A hand finds his hair, his neat locks now getting disheveled because of you. 

“Puhaah, ohhh, shit!” You shrill with puffy lips while Nanami kisses your cheek and chin, all the while his digits are brushing up on the upper wall of your vagina — you almost lose balance. “I’m close…!”

The magic words let Nanami know to keep doing what he’s doing, sucking the skin of your neck while shoving his fingers until his very knuckles. The clamp of your walls is sensational, addicting to the point that he doesn’t want to get his digits out yet — not until your high comes to an end.

And that doesn’t sound impossible; you scream as if you don’t have neighbors between your apartment, a watery liquid ejecting out of your glands and showering all around. Sprinkles of your clear juices hit the palm of Nanami’s hand and thigh, adding more stains to his pants to worry about.

 Your heaving body slowly relaxes as your orgasm rattles your bones, Nanami laying more pecs on your beautiful skin as he permits your quaking legs to touch the floor again. Yet, you jerk when your toes feel something wet, snapping out of your daze and realizing what a show you made.

“O-Oh, my—“ you try to stand, but Nanami’s quick to catch you as your body is still under the shocks of your crescendo. “Ugh, I’m sorry, Kento, I messed up your work clothes.”

“No worries, I need to do laundry tomorrow anyway.” The blonde chuckles to your ear and kisses you again, massaging your waist. 

“In that case…would you mind if I dirty your clothes some more?” Your butt presses up on the tent of his groin — which has been getting firmer and firmer once the man stuffed his fingers in you. “I’m sure you’d get some fun out of it.”

He raises a sandy brow with a smile. “Would I, or would you, since you’re the one who came onto me?”

“…A bit of both.” You both share a laugh as Nanami carries you bridally to the bedroom.

“Then I don’t mind at all.”

ᯓ꩜ Gojō Satoru

“Mmmm, can never get over this view~.”

“Can you stop commenting about it?!”

“Whaaat? I can’t say I admire my cutie’s beautiful ass in front of me?”

“You’re so annoying…” you grumble as you sigh and begin to lick the tip of his cock.

It’s been a while since you and Gojo had a good 69 session. He is busy being the strongest sorcerer of the modern era and being a full-time teacher, and you go through your day-to-day life swarmed up with work and routine. Lack of time to spend together is an onerous task to execute outside of sleeping and snoring in your shared bed.

But alas, when you two are finally resting and enjoying each other’s company this weekend, it’s a no-brainer that you two will end up skin-to-skin action sometime today. 

You straddled atop Gojo, your ass facing him while his lower half was to your front, your hand stroking his length cock, following the curve up to the pink tippy top. The sight of precum starting to pool and spill over down your fingertips makes your cheeks hot, and the heat between your legs causes a twitch.

Gojo, however, grins before he kisses your labia, welcoming his tongue that invades the space between your folds. You moan as you stuff your mouth with his cockhead, treating him with peppered licks and sucks as you keep jerking him off. Fucking hell, his dick is just so lengthy, hitting the back of your throat with ease that you have to remind yourself to relax to not gag.

Lazy licks are dawned on your wet chasm, lapping from the clit up to the other end. He notices the subtle quakes of your thighs as he tongues you down and has him chuckle as he pushes his face into your frame more, his hands curling to cup your ass so he can fondle the flesh.

You mumble on his dick after he flicks your clit. “Mmmph…! Hmmmm…” Sucking on his shaft, you bob your head up and down to get accustomed to the limb. Climbing back up to the tip where you suck on it roughly with hallowed cheeks after drizzling it with saliva. 

“Oh shiiit,” the white-haired man’s head hits the headboard of his bed, moaning at the attention you’re giving his cock. “So good at this, angel,” he coos as his hands curl to the front to massage and lightly pat your asscheeks like drums. “Missed this.”

“Mmmm, mmmahh…!” The tip leaves your lips, and you’re quick to keep stroking him as you lick around his crown. “Fuck, so big…”

“Well, thank you, baby,” he knows you’re probably rolling your eyes at that comment, chortling to himself. “Means a lot hearing that from someone who keeps winking at me over here.”

“Pfft, you’re so gross,” you top his cockhead to the flat of your tongue, blowing on it to make your tall partner shiver under you. “So full of yourself.”

“Mmmm, maybe so,” you whine as Gojo blows and sucks on your inner labia. “But you can’t blame me for that, right?”

“What…ever,” your feet come around and pulls his face back to your ass. “Just shut up and use that tongue—since you’re so confident.”

“Heh, so pushy.” But the thing is, Gojo is confident – narcissistically so. You saying that only probed him to flip a switch, and you’re unfortunately on the receiving end of his wrath. 

Gojo’s tongue goes erratic, swishing around your vulva as if you can’t keep up with one lap after the other. Your waist goes to lift your ass away — fat chance, as his hands return behind your butt to keep you on him the entire time. The vibrations of his humorful laugh are felt in the very nerves of your folds.

You whimper aloud, the hand jerking his cock, straying off its rhythm as your body submits to the pleasure going around your lower half. He inserts his tongue into your opening, fucking your slit with pushes and pulls. He sucks your wetness with his mouth, and the hands placed on your ass grip on the flesh that has you standing on your very palms.

“—Khhh..! W-Wait, Satoruu, stop!” You cry, but the tall man only smacks your ass mischievously, having you clamping on his tongue without your conscience. “I-I said waaait!!” No signs of waiting as he stuffs his face further between your thighs; noises of him slurping your vulva sound so wrong!

Oh, my fucking God! Your legs tremble, a sign that you’re trying everything you can to alleviate. However, Gojo’s grip on you doesn’t make it an easy battle, latching onto you with vigor. No, wait, wait, stop i—“Ahaa—ahhhnn!!”

It’s no use; the fluid you release slips past your control, spraying out of the urethra and showering all over your thighs and Gojo’s lower jaw and neck. Your body yields, losing balance and slumping your whole body on top of your boyfriend as you come on his tongue and drizzle all around the space of your lower half. Shocks and quivers travel up your spine to your head to pound, leaving Gojo to keep lapping and swishing on your wet slit in victory. 

“Mmmm, aahhhshit, so good…!” He blinks with hooded eyes as he licks his lips and spits on your vagina to lick slowly. “Taste so good…”

“Hahhh, ahhh, I..I told you to,” you stand on your elbows and look behind. “To…wait, dummy!”

“You told me to shut and use my tongue!” He backfires, not relenting even after sending your half-lidded glare. You groan and turn back to suck on his pink tip in defeat. “Fuck, love it when you’re all wet like this…and lucky me for being in the splash zone as you—Oww!”

You smack on his nuts. “You’re so annoying!”

ᯓ꩜ Getō Suguru

“Suguruuu…! Don’t do th–Ahhht!”

“Ahhhh, you sound so cute, baby.”

Geto plows you from behind, watching you grip the armrest of the couch as your butt is propped up and your face buried to hide yourself…Quite a futile attempt, if he says so himself, but adorable nonetheless. 

Fucking in the living room wasn’t part of the daily routine today, yet here you two are. His hands grab hold of your waist as he conceals his girthy cock inside your tight cunt, stuffing every inch of him till the very hilt meets the lips of your outer lips. 

Your breath is shaky as Geto’s hips move to and fro, sighing at the sensation of your tensed walls around him. You always felt way too fucking good, biting his lip to fight the urge to let his waist fly and piston himself right into you. And he enjoys the way you act as he teases you, the position giving him ideas on how to torment you idly. 

Like now, as he skims a thumb around your asshole. The action of having you contract on him even more. “Nnnn! Nnooooh, don’t play with my ass…!”

“You sure? It’s been winking at me for a minute.” He chimes with a sly smile, licking his finger and switching his thumb to lather your hole with his saliva. Holy shit, the way you’re twitching around him is driving him nuts, as he hasn’t even put anything in yet. 

“Do-Don’t say it like that!” You peer over your shoulder with furrowed brows, meeting the purple eyes that catch you. His hips go excruciatingly slow, your vagina feeling like a void as he pulls for absence before fulling you back as he pushes. “It’s em…barrassin—Ghhhh!”

He pushes the thumb inside while you’re distracted, and both your holes pucker in haste. “Awww, don’t be like that, my love,” his mellow voice doesn’t match the crudeness of his actions, throwing unpredictable snaps of his hips to throw you off. “Nothing about your body is embarrassing….God, your ass looks so sexy from the back—“

Another twitch of your slit—God, you’re too fucking cute. “What are you—Don’t say stuff like that…!” Your flustered reaction didn’t make it any better as Geto pushed his thumb inside until the dent and knuckle, wiggling it inside and pushing and pulling to toy with your rear. Your teeth clench onto the couch pillow while he increases the cadence of his ruts. “Mmmmm, ohmyGod…Suguu, please—“

“Hmm, you want me to stop?” He asks and observes for a cue to stop what he’s doing. You don’t say anything, though, just your hips swaying. It makes Geto scoff, “I get the feeling you don’t want me to; look at you moving your hips on your own, pumpkin. Your body’s so honest for me.”

“Haaahh, you’re soo…mean, Sugu…”

“Only when I know it makes you feel good,” he moves his bangs out for a bit. “Which is why,” then Geto slithers that same hand down to where your chasm is linked to his wet cock, and his fingers go erratically fast on your clit. “I wanna tease this a bit, too.”

Eyes widen as you shriek at the touch, moaning aloud once he removes his thumb from your ass to keep your butt onto him as he jackhammers his cock into you. Your frame is propelled with every push, the pokes on of your cervix knock you out like the wind, and the hard rubs on your clit have you seeing stars.

“—Ohhooo, oh–hoooo!! Sug’ruuu, waaiitt!!” It’s useless; he doesn’t stop, and more hits to your womb have you wailing uncontrollably. The fingers on your clit don’t let you rest, having you unable to speak a proper sentence and resort to letting your boyfriend pound into you. A few more pinches have your legs jerking, and you can’t help but let the wave smash onto you.

As your orgasm claims over your body, you squirt out, liquids falling onto the couch beneath you, point blank. Your eyes are sewn shut as your slit flutters on Geto’s penis, your substance leaking out of your glans and dirtying your thighs and legs. Oh God, no!!

Geto hisses at the feeling of you spasming on him, tilting his head to see what you’ve done. “Oh my, would’ya look at that~.”

“Shooop, don’t loook…!!” A hand moves to the side to “try” and stop him, but he catches it with his palm, intertwining his fingers with yours. “Don’t look at iiiit…”

“But you did so well!” Geto kisses your hand. “Maybe I should play with your ass more—“

“Suguru, stop!”

“Kidding~,” he was not.

ᯓ꩜ Ryōmen Sukuna

Sukuna relishes the feeling of you like this — your back to his front, your legs held up by his solid upper arms while the lower hands hold your buttocks, and your holes accommodating to his two girthy cocks — like the good pet you are. 

He entirely suspends you, your entire frame contorted for your arms to grip the futon sheets below. Sweat and warmth are exchanged by bare skin, the glow of the candles highlights the unioned figures within Sukuna’s quarters, and your anus and vagina are full of nothing but the two cocks stretching you and rubbing your insides.

Sukuna bucks his hips with might, and his every push makes you dizzy. Toes curl as your ass is pulled up and down to meet his hefty balls, his dicks venturing further to torture your insides with satisfaction. Your vision gets a bit hazy as the heat gets to your head, and your head begins to pound.

“What’s wrong, little thing,” your lips flatten to hinder the moan wanting to escape as he speaks behind you, feeling his breath brush the hairs of your back. “You’re silent this time around.”

“Haaaah, my Lord…” The tongue of his stomach licks your lower back with a lazy kiss. “Y-You’re…too biiig.”

He hits you with a sudden rut and purrs at the clench of your entrances. “You say that, yet your lewd body seems to accustom pretty well.” Another hit of his hips causes the tips of his cock to brush up against your sweet spots effortlessly, and you finally unclench your lips to let a wail escape. “Your body only good for taking cocks like a real good whore, huh?”

“I’m so—Mmmph…! S-Shooo fuuuull…” 

“No, you’re not,” he snickers as his lower left-hand sneaks around to cusp your clitoris, your precious pearl engulfed by the sheer thickness of his digits. “Not until I fill you with my seed like a sow in heat.”

The salmon-haired man picks up the pace to drill his cocks, churning your vagina and rear like toys. Your cries fly out quickly at the point, puffy lips losing ground to stay locked. Hands balled into fists as you’re threatened by the sheer mass of Sukuna, unable to fight out of this—forced to submit to him and his persistence.

Your slit and butt are so busy with his cocks, the length of your vagina grazing your G-spot by its underside, the walls fluttering involuntarily around him. The dick inside your butt feels so utterly good; the size of him is never something you can get fully habituated to. And the hand on your clit doesn’t stop playing with it, roughly pushing and grinding on it to the point of babbling and choking on spit. 

“—Hnnngh, fuck. So tight,” Sukuna licks your back and nibbles on your skin, teasing to tear your skin to taste just a hint of blood. “Feel so good…”

“Ahahhh, I caaan’t…!” Your eyes begin to water as you shut them close, lack of vision enhancing the sense of touch where it has your nerves overly stimulated. Everything is happening all at once, and you can sense the climb once the tip hits your womb. “I can’t do iiit! You’re gonna break meee!!”

“Keheh, wouldn’t be the first time.” It’s probably for the best because you can’t see the smug-ass grin on his oddly comely face. More kisses are placed on your back. “Shut up and take it, dove,” he commands you, not leaving you any room to retaliate as his thrusts increase without warning. 

Your mouth is agape, and your cries are unwillingly bouncing around the shoji-paneled walls. A bit of spit comes down your lips, your hands only finding Sukuna’s waist for your nails to dig into. The grumble of his stomach traversing to your core to rumble with the vibrations. Oh, God, noo!! You can feel it – the worse of the worse. Just when you thought your humiliation wasn’t enough at this moment, it was about to skyrocket in three…two…one.

Feverish ruts to your ass, have the reins slip out of your hold, all the restraint in your body withering with every harsh push and pull. Your head pounds like crazy, nothing but a blur can be seen in your eyes, and the clear substance expels out of your urethra, leaving out of your system along with your dignity. 

And Sukuna doesn’t have to see it to believe it, grinning from ear to ear as he playfully smacks on your vulva to create more of a mess. The watered-down liquid sprayed out to his thighs and the futon sheets and sticking to your inner thighs and sliding down the crack of your ass. Tiny pinches to your clit help you jerk out more to ruin yourself, your body losing strength entirely and letting the cursed man keep you in your distorted position. 

“Hmph, what a bad little toy,” he criticizes you like always, the tears beckoning to leave your watery eyes. “Look at you causing a mess on my bedding; who told you to do that?”

“I’m sorry, Lord Sukuna,” your expression borderline fucked out, yet the embarrassment keeps you humble. “Forgive me…my Lord.”

Sukuna slaps onto your clit with his palm; you pucker onto his girths immediately. “You dare ask for forgiveness after the fact—I should just throw you out in the cold with these wet sheets you’ve caused.”

“N-Nooo! I’m so sorry!!” Fuck, he loves it when you plead, so desperate for his word, his submissive and breakable dove. “Pleaseee, fill me up with your seed, and I will clean it up…! I-I won’t do it again…”

“Says who?” He finally lets your legs go briefly before he spreads them over with his lower arms. His upper hands find your chest to grope. “You’ve stained my sheets with your essence; you aren’t sleeping anywhere else tonight except here with me in this exact puddle you made for yourself, you dirty pet. Am I clear?”

His final words have your skin crawl as he nibbles on your nape, and you nod.

“Good.”

ᯓ꩜ Fushiguro Tōji

“Gahhh!! Ahhhhh!!”

“Yeah, baby, that’s it; keep clenchin’.”

Toji’s fingers are stuffed inside you, stretching your poor hole with pushes and pulls that take your breath away with ease—quite literally as your arms come around his neck to keep him close.

His bedroom is filled with nothing but you: your shorts and panties decorating his bedroom floor, the smell of your lotion on your now-sweaty skin intoxicating his senses, and your damp towel laid underneath you as you lie on your back.

Toji sits right beside you, near as you keep him from leaving. Not that he planned to — of course not. When he has his ring and middle finger shoved inside your vagina and grazing your inner skin with a mediocre pace, there’s no way the older man would want to stop now. Fuck, he loved how tight your cunt was, so snug to the touch and tender to his fingertips. It drove him crazy, just like you always make him. He can never get tired of you, honestly. 

“Hahhhh, Tojiii, ahhaaa…” Your whimpers get louder and louder by the second, and your back jerks to the blunt of his fingertips, poking deep inside your chasm. “Gooohh, ohhhshit…!”

“Yeah, sweetie?” His forehead touches yours, skin-on-skin increasing intimacy. “Ya like it when I fuck you wit’ my fingers, huh?” You answer with a whine as he slows his digits down, teasing the walls of your entrance while pressing on your clit with his thumb. He scoffs, “So nice and tight fr’ me, huh…”

“Ahhhh..! Bu–But I just…finished taking a showerrr!!” You wail with pleading hooded eyes that are instantly locked with intense viridian ones. “You’re making me—mmm!—dirty again…!”

He raises a brow. “That doesn’t mean anythin’ to me,” more push to your clitoris causes your body to jolt closer to Toji, and he sneers. “Getting all ready and clean fr’ me, what a good girl…all the more fun fr’ Daddy to make ya all dirty and cryin’ all over again.”

A hand grips his shoulder, exposed by his black wife-beater. “Pleasee, Daddy, it’s too—Aghahh!” He sneaks his fingers back inside knuckle-deep; the deep chuckle you hear from him causes your ears to melt. 

“C’mon, mama, I know you have it in ya,” he coos with a kiss to your forehead that has you dissolve under his scarred lips. “Wring my fingers up, make a mess fr’ me.”

Another kiss to your forehead makes you whine, the gentle atmosphere only lasting for mere seconds before the pace of his hand returns to a rhythm that has you screaming instantly. Jesus Christ, those thick fingers are no joke, the stretch enough to overwhelm your senses, along with how deep they reach inside. 

Every push to your cunt has you breathless, and every dig is knuckles-deep and too fast to catch up with one after the other. “Ohoooo, D-Daddyyy, n-nooo!” Yet there’s no point in begging now—once Toji is deadset on something, it’s challenging to swade him off. Especially when it comes to you, his little sweet thing… “I’m gonna—ohfuuck!—I’m so clooose…!”

Your words only egg Toji on to keep fingering you as much as he can, ravaging your delicate insides with his hand alone. He purchases his face to your neck, sighing deeply at the alluring whiff of your lotion. He licks your skin before a kiss, and the pace between your legs becomes unforgivingly faster.

Eyes roll up to the ceiling as your body shuts down without your knowledge, completely taken aback by the climax that clenches around the thickness of Toji’s fingers. Also, the water liquid is excreting projectively from the continuous knock-kneed-worthy pleasure. You let loose with a howl, your back arching with every subtle buck of your hips. 

Toji looks down with a salacious grin, taking in the sight of you spraying all over his bed. The towel is doing nothing but getting damper because of you, and he can only chortle at the sight and, lowkey, thank his intuition for wearing a wife-beater so you can coat his forearm. Dazed with euphoria, your body slumps down to the sheets, sweaty and sticky from the excretions and panting heavily. So much for a shower, huh?

Toji whistles and courses his free hand atop your head while besmearing your vulva with your juices. “Good girl, mama, good fuckin’ girl.”

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[softaestluv]

this is a weird ask, you can ignore this if you are uncomfortable of course, but could you write simon or really anyone from tf141 x a reader who doesnt have a stereotypical “pretty pussy” or “pornstar pussy” and is insecure about it?

hi! I don’t think this is a weird question at all!! I think most people don’t have a ‘porn star’ pussy, it’s quite literally their job to have a pretty pussy lmao! But I digress

Next (for Price, Johnny, & Gaz)

Simon would be the most understanding about an insecurity like this. He’s covered in scars and burns, wears a balaclava, doesn’t like pictures, hides most of himself behind clothing and being aloof. He might be a little self-conscious himself, probably doesn’t think he’s all that conventionally handsome with all the cuts and gashes melded into his face, the leathery texture of his burn scars.

Maybe there was a time when he did think he was handsome, but that was when he was younger, before everything happened to him.

But now? He gets nervous taking his shirt off in intimate settings, keeps the balaclava on most of the time to keep himself covered, and you don’t push him.

Instead, you try your best to make him understand that his worth is more than the blemishes and scars that adorn his body— that he is more than his appearance.

Simon is a little shocked when he finds out the real reason you keep avoiding sex with him, especially since you’re so kind to him, treat him like he hung the moon and the stars despite how he looks. Quite surprised when it seems you do everything in your power to make him feel comfortable and confident.

Maybe you have a full bush that you can’t keep tamed, hyperpigmentation around your thighs and vulva, or your labia minora hangs a little lower than your labia majora.

Why the fuck would he care about any of that?

He doesn’t.

You’re beautiful to him in every aspect, graceful, ethereal; the most heavenly person he’s ever laid eyes on, and there’s nothing you could possibly say or do to change that.

Anxiety stung your chest, digging indents into Simon’s shoulders to hide the fact that your fingers were trembling lightly, to ground yourself from the fact that his fingers were curled under your skirt. Pressed right up against the top of your leg, thumb snug on the inside of your thigh, within a breathes inch of your pussy.

You had clamped them shut as soon as he began to brush soft strokes against it; he thought you were just sensitive, but you were doing everything in your power to stop him dead in his tracks, keep his thumb as far from your pussy as possible. But he was stronger than you, and he slipped past your thigh muscle easily, found your pussy just as soon as it left.

It felt good, god, did it feel good, but your stomach swooped low, and not in the good way. Your hand instantly flew to his wrist, pushing him away as best you could, chest tightening at the sound he made, guilt burning your eyes.

“What’s wrong, love?” He asked against your lips, “You push me away every time, you don’t want this?”

You swallowed over the lump in your throat, diverting your eyes from his, “I don’t exactly have a pretty pussy.”

He snorted a laugh, “And mine ain’t exactly a Van Gogh either.”

You chuckled lightly, but you kept your eyes fixated up, too embarrassed to look at him, “Just don’t make fun of it.”

“Oy,” He murmured, fingers finding your chin, dipping your head to meet his gaze. You gulped at the reverence in his eyes, the tender look he wore, “Why the hell would I ever make fun of you? None of that crap matters to me. You’re beautiful to me no matter what.”

So, that night you let him in, and when he peeled you back layer by layer with the expert curl of his fingers and deliciously smooth tongue, you were almost too dazed, too fucked out to hear him murmuring it’s praises.

“Not a pretty pussy?” He rasped, hot air on your cunt as he huffed a laugh, “Prettiest cunt I’ve ever fuckin’ seen.”

[littlelovelunette]

Untamed Desires

Contains smut, spanking, mentions of ripping, fist-fucking, fingering, nipple clamps, mentions of inflatable dildo, squirting

Ambessa x Diva!Reader

Being Ambessa's wife meant having to attend extravagant events and parties which was good for you considering you were a party animal but the outfit selection was a complete nightmare. You were feeling extra haughty due to it, you had been on your feet the entire day and all the staff members assigned to help you get ready were walking on eggshells.

“Love, you have to be a little more lenient with them, they're trying their best,” Ambessa leaned against the doorway.

“I don't care, I look like shit! And all these stupid, puffy dresses make me look fat! Do something about it or I’m not going,” you huffed and crossed your arms.

Ambessa's lips pressed in a thin line for a few minutes. She didn't say anything and let the silence linger in the dressing room before she walked inside finally, gesturing to the staff to see their way out. They did, leaving the both of you alone in the huge dressing room.

“You did not just use that tone with me, young lady,” Ambessa’s hand wrapped around your neck.

You gasped for air, wincing at her touch and tried to pry her hand off your throat using both yours but it was of no use. She was hell-bent on making you pay for using that tone of voice and attitude towards her.

That's how you found yourself sprawled across Ambessa's lap with your reddened ass up in the air, counting down the number of spanks with a voice that was barely audible because of how much you were sobbing.

“I'm sorry, please,” you cried.

Ambessa didn't relent, “You need to learn the consequences of your actions, love.”

And with those words, another smack was delivered to your ass causing your whole body to jolt in pain, drool running down your mouth as you sobbed.

“H-hurts,” you trembled.

You were a bawling mess by the time Ambessa was done spanking your ass, bright red hand marks all over your butt. You were sure you wouldn't be able to sit down in comfort for a while after that, your skin stung with the pain from being spanked so hard.

“I'm sorry,” you babbled pathetically.

“There, there, shh,” Ambessa brought you close, lacing her fingers through your hair, “You've taken your punishment well, you deserve a reward.”

“I do?” You whispered.

“Yes, baby,” she responded.

Ambessa let you up from her lap so you could stand in front of her, she grabbed the golden clothes clips from the vanity surface where your makeup palettes were laid.

Ambessa grabbed your waist with one hand, other hand guiding one of the clips onto your left nipple causing you to gasp softly.

“I-It feels weird,” you stammered.

“Just hold still,” Ambessa ordered.

You didn't have the energy to resist so you let her put another clip on your other nipple. Ambessa tugged at the clip, the mouth of it digging into your sensitive nub.

You let out a small whimper, hands quickly grasping Ambessa's shoulders to steady yourself.

“Spread,” Ambessa tapped your inner thighs.

You spread your legs, standing with a good distance between both thighs so she could access your cunt. Ambessa's fingers rubbed your pussy lips, smearing the arousal and wetness all over your vulva.

“You're so wet, princess,” Ambessa purred.

Her fingers spread your pussy lips exposing your slit to herself, as her middle and ring fingers delved inside, you let out a small gasp of pleasure.

“It feels good, doesn't it?” Ambessa’s eyes were locked on your face, gauging your expression as if that's all it meant to her. She didn't care for your cunt, all she cared for was that you were feeling pleasure.

“Y-Yes, oh, it feels heavenly,” you moaned.

Ambessa's thick fingers disappeared inside your slit knuckles deep making your legs tremble but you held onto your balance. Her thumb— the rough, calloused pad of it— rubbed against your sensitive clitoris causing you to let out a high pitched moan. One you were sure the maids had heard.

Ambessa fingered you with rough efficiency, each and every thrust pushing deeper into your pussy.

“Your filthy pussy is drooling over my fingers, it's that good, is it?” Ambessa coaxed, “Coating my fingers completely, what a dirty little girl you are.”

You let out a small sound of protest, but just then you felt a third finger dip inside. “Ah! N-no, I'll rip,” you whimpered.

Ambessa didn't pay any heed to your begging if anything it only turned her on further. Your legs were violently shaking and you were so close to coming on her fingers but Ambessa had other plans.

Without any warning, she began slowly pumping her entire fist inside your cunt. If you hadn't taken all those inflatable dildos before, you were sure you would've ripped.

You were crying as Ambessa's fist nestled inside your pussy, the pain of the stretch was only a little bearable but the pleasure immense.

“Want me to start moving?” Ambessa inquired.

You nodded.

“Please, gently,” you sobbed.

Small whimpers and moans left your mouth as you felt Ambessa's fist start moving in your cunt.

Your legs shook even more than before if possible and your hands shot out to grab the back of the chair where Ambessa was calmly sitting.

"Dear me, is it really that good?" Ambessa teased as her golden eyes gauged your expression with years of expertise. She forced her fist deeper making you gasp, a small squeak issuing from you.

"Noooo..." You whined and before you knew it you were grinding back against her hand. You were moaning from her fist in your pussy and if that wasn't bad enough, you were now grinding against it.

"What a slut." Ambessa's eyes twinkled with amusement. She leaned back giving the most brutal few thrusts inside and that was enough.

"No! Please!" You pleaded but with the last thrust you squirted. All over the fucking place.

Ambessa slowly took her hand out of your spasming pussy, giving it a final rub before holding up her slick covered hand for you to see.

"Testament to your masochism." Ambessa said.

[hoesoflamentation]

↫↫↫↫↫ 𝘯𝘰𝘸 𝘩𝘦'𝘴 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘬𝘪𝘯' '𝘣𝘰𝘶𝘵 𝘮𝘦 𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘳𝘺 𝘯𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘵 ↬↬↬↬↬ short ‘n’ sweet part III, om!mammon x f!reader, 18+

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// now playing: espresso by sabrina carpenter

// synopsis: mammon hasn’t stopped thinking about you since you kissed him, and tonight he can’t stop blowing up your phone. one minute you’re having a girls’ night with your bestie, and now he says he can’t sleep. oh baby, you know - and after years of pining, you certainly aren’t about to turn him down when he shows up to your room looking like that. clearly, you’re not the only one who can relate to desperation…

// content warnings: bsf’s brother, strong language, brief section of smau, smut, oral sex (mouth on vulva), fingering, p-in-v sex, use of petnames like "pretty," "baby," "babygirl," use of "brat," heavy back-and-forth teasing, creampie (with dubcon), biting, praise, lite spanking, lite dacryphilia

Y O U may not have remembered it happening… but that one kiss changed everything. 

One day, Mammon was never home - and the next, he seemed to be everywhere you looked. 

When you were playing games with Levi in the living room, he was hovering over the couch, causing you to lag horribly behind in Mario Kart. 

When Levi and Thirteen were spending the night at your place, suddenly Mammon needed to borrow something - a spice from your mom’s cooking cabinet, a screwdriver from your dad’s toolkit. Before long, he had crashed on your couch, too, blending seamlessly into your friend group.

Not only that, but Mammon was always finding places to brush up against you in the most suggestive ways: leaning across your bare cleavage to grab the remote; touching the place where your top rode up your hip as he reached for a snack from the cabinet. 

Sometimes, when Levi wasn’t looking, he even brushed a stray hair off your forehead or plucked a piece of fuzz off your shoulder, leaving a blazing trail of burning-hot skin in his wake.

And then there were the texts. 

When you had just walked into Levi’s house, wearing an oversized tee and fitted bike shorts… when you snuck into their kitchen for a snack… and when the night was over, and it was long past time for everyone to go to bed… 

─── ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ───

You spent an entire week glued to your phone before Thirteen decided she’d had enough.

“How long are you two going to go back and forth like this?!” she snapped, yanking the unlocked device from your hands.

“...I don’t know,” you mumbled, shifting awkwardly in your seat as you avoided eye contact.

Thirteen raised your cell phone overhead, giving it a few threatening shakes. Even as she held it out of reach, it continued to buzz with Mammon’s messages.

“Make a move,” she urged, “or I’ll do it for you.”

As if the heavens had been listening, your phone started to ring. 

Mammon’s caller ID photo flashed on the screen: an ancient and blurry Snapchat; one where he’d zoomed all the way in on his face and applied the dog filter.

You glanced at the clock on your nightstand: 1:02 AM. 

Why the hell would Mammon be calling at this hour?

Thirteen gave you a knowing look, her thumb hovering over the ‘answer’ button. You stared back meaningfully. 

“You wouldn’t dare,” you hissed.

Thirteen raised an eyebrow. “Oh, I absolutely would.”

You leapt to your feet and lunged toward the phone, Thirteen yanking it just out of reach. She switched the phone between her hands. Finally, you tackled her to the bed in a throng of devious giggles and flailing limbs. 

By the time you got your hands on the phone, Thirteen had already accepted the call.

Mammon’s voice echoed into the ether: “Hey, brat?... Y/n, are ya there?”

Thirteen watched you attentively, flashing you a cruel smile as you raised the phone to your ear with a glare. 

“...hey,” you panted. “Sorry about that.”

Mammon was quiet for a long moment. You rolled onto your back and stared at the ceiling, allowing your heart rate to slow after the impromptu wrestling match. 

Finally, he broke the silence.

“Are ya alone?” Mammon asked. “I wanna talk to ya about somethin’...”

You flashed a panicked look at Thirteen. She pressed a finger to her lips, then mimed locking her mouth and throwing away the key.

“...yeah, I’m alone,” you lied, rolling to face the wall. “What’s up?”

“Actually, uh…” Mammon trailed off, almost… 

Nervously? 

No, you had to be imagining things. Mammon didn’t get nervous - especially not around you.

“...I was hopin’ we could talk in person,” he admitted. “I’m right outside. Can I come up?”

“You’re outside?” you repeated - mostly for Thirteen’s sake. 

And, never one to disappoint, her jaw dropped emphatically in response. 

“...but it’s so late,” you protested. “And my parents are home.”

Even though it was only Mammon, you still felt strangely embarrassed - to be living in your parents’ house in your mid-twenties. 

“I know…” Mammon trailed off. Tentatively, he continued, “I, uh, saw their light on.”

There was another long pause before Mammon said, “Look out the window.”

You flashed Thirteen a look of confusion as you stood up and leaned across the windowsill to peek through the gossamer curtains. 

Surely enough, Mammon was standing below the big oak tree in your front yard…looking somewhat tortured, but still just as good as ever. He wore black joggers and a white v-neck tee that highlighted his golden tan and chiseled chest; his messy silver hair looked like it was still damp from the shower, as if he had raced here on a whim. 

And, of course, he was still wearing the same gold necklace he never took off.

Panicking, you closed the curtain and turned your back to the window. Your heartbeat throbbed violently in your ears, drowning out all thoughts of anything but him…

“So,” Mammon asked pointedly, “are ya gonna let me come up or what?” 

Anxiously, you looked to Thirteen for your answer. She was already pulling on her shoes - and, through an impressive repertoire of thinly-veiled gestures, strongly encouraging you to give him a reply.

“Just… give me five minutes,” you finally sighed. “I’ll leave the window open.” 

Without hesitation, you hung up the phone - and immediately threw it across the room with a pained yelp, as if it were poisonous to the touch.

Your thoughts spilled out like word vomit: 

“He can’t come up here!” you blurted. “I haven’t showered in two days. I have crumbs under my fingernails. I’m not even wearing pants.”

Thirteen laughed, dusting off her jacket. “Oh, honey. I think we’re way past the time for pants, don’t you?”

You flashed her a look of panic and disbelief. Still wearing the same knowing smile, Thirteen walked up to you and gave you a once-over. She licked her thumb, smoothed down a few of your runaway hairs, and patted you fondly on the cheek.

“I promise you look great,” Thirteen reassured. “He’ll think so, too.” 

You cocked an incredulous eyebrow. “Really?”

Smiling, Thirteen shook her head, turning to unlatch your window. 

“He texts every ten seconds, he calls when you don’t answer right away…let’s just say, I don’t think he cares what you’re wearing.”

You furrowed your brow, watching in uncertainty as she swung her leg over the windowsill. 

After years of pathetic pining and unrequited love, you weren’t sure whether you could believe her or not… 

But once Thirteen jumped out that window, you knew that was it. Soon, you would have your answer. 

“Call me tomorrow!” Thirteen called over her shoulder with a grin. “And use protection!” 

You groaned and buried your head in your hands. 

“Just… go.”

Thirteen gave you an enthusiastic salute before making the leap from the window to the tree. You didn’t watch so much as hear her make her way down, listening as her combat boots padded softly along the tree’s bark before thudding gracefully onto the ground. 

You watched with burning anticipation as Mammon vaulted over the windowsill in her place, his black Nikes landing softly on your bedroom carpet. His bronzed cheeks flushed as he plucked a stray twig out of his hair and tossed it back outside. 

For a long moment, you shared in each other’s silence. Then…

“Hey,” Mammon said. 

You gulped. 

“...hey.”

"I can't sleep," he admitted.

"Oh." You blinked at him, unsure how to respond.

What you wanted to say was, why are you here?

Instead, what came out was, "...sorry, I guess."

Mammon awkwardly rubbed his neck and continued, “We need to talk.”

“Yeah,” you mumbled, “I got that from your phone call.” 

You perched on the edge of the bed, while Mammon leaned against the open window.

“So…” You trailed off meaningfully. “What did you wanna talk about?”

Mammon sighed and ran a hand through his mussed silver waves. He looked almost…troubled. 

He spoke carefully, as if struggling to choose his words: “There’s… something I need to tell ya.” 

Your stomach somersaulted as he met your gaze for the first time that night, blue eyes wide and vulnerable. Despite knowing him practically your entire lifetime, you had never seen him wear this expression before. 

“...okay,” you said tentatively, folding your hands in your lap. “What is it?”

Mammon blinked at you like he had just learned you didn’t know how to read. 

“Ya really don’t know?”

You shrugged innocently, raising your eyebrows in a silent demand to know more. 

“Jeez, Y/n.” Mammon snorted and turned away, kicking at a stray ball of crumpled paper that had been sitting underneath your desk. “I know yer wearin’ glasses, but ya can’t possibly be that blind…”

A sigh of frustration escaped your lips as you self-consciously adjusted your frames.  

“Off to a strong start,” you deadpanned.

Mammon groaned, whirling over his shoulder to face you and making sweeping gestures with his hands as he spoke. 

“Okay, sorry, sorry!” he fumbled. “Ya just… yer makin’ me nervous.”

“I’ll believe that when I see it,” you scoffed, crossing your arms defensively. 

“I’m bein’ serious!” Mammon exclaimed, beginning to pace back and forth. 

After a few restless laps, he crossed the room in two long strides and grabbed your hand by the wrist. “Here! Feel my heart.” Mammon pressed your open palm to his chiseled pec. “It’s fuckin’ racing.”

You bashfully avoided eye contact as you felt the rhythmic thudding of his heartbeat, the reassuring glow of warmth within his body - and his penetrating blue gaze boring holes into your skin.

“Was there a point to that, or did you just want me to feel you up?” you teased halfheartedly, trying to conceal your mounting nerves.

You were acutely aware that your hand had lingered on his chest far too long… but Mammon made no moves to release your wrist. 

In fact, his iron grip on your arm tightened as he frowned down at you. 

“You could show a little more sympathy, ya know,” Mammon chided, cheeks blushing. “Ya got me shittin’ bricks over here.” 

You searched his eyes for any clue as to what he was trying to do here…but for probably the first time in your life, you were unable to read the boy next door.

“Just…get to the point already,” you huffed in frustration, indignantly pulling your wrist away. 

Your arm still tingled with goosebumps in all the places where his fingertips had grazed your skin. Mammon’s eyes grew wide with an unfamiliar anxiety as his thoughts finally bubbled over.

“I like you!” he blurted, turning to hide his reddened face against your wall full of 2010s boyband posters. “Happy?!”

The world suddenly moved in slow motion. At a snail’s pace, you lifted your gaze from the floor, blinking at him like a deer in headlights. 

Mammon still couldn’t allow himself to spare a glance in your direction. Your brain jumped to the worst conclusion - that maybe, he couldn’t bring himself to look at you because he didn’t want to let you down.

You let out a shaky breath. “Look, Mammon…”

Hesitantly, you rose to your feet and took a few steps toward his perch at the windowsill.

“...I know we’ve been texting a lot lately, and I don’t want to get the wrong idea,” you continued, your voice growing stronger the longer you spoke. 

“So, if you’re just saying that because you feel bad for stringing me along… there’s no need to lie about your feelings.” Your posture stiffened. “I can take it.”

Your hands balled into fists at your sides, bracing for his sagging shoulders and relieved response…

Instead, what you got was pure hellfire.

Mammon whirled around and shouted, “Let ya down?! Ya really think I climbed a tree at one o’clock in the mornin’ to let ya down?!” He let out a maniacal laugh as he nervously paced the room. “Holy shit, you’re even dumber than I am…I love you, ya fuckin’ idiot!”

Your knees turned to jelly as the room began to spin, the floor seeming to give out beneath you.

“You…love me?”

Mammon couldn’t possibly have meant that… could he?

Sneakily, you gave yourself a tiny pinch on the thigh to check if you were dreaming - but it was of no use. Either you were very dead… or this was very, very real.

Mammon suddenly faced you with an earnest expression, looking like a deer caught in headlights - or a man confessing to the love of his life.

“Christ, brat,” he said, the edges of his words softening slightly. “Don’t make me say it again.”

Your hands quaked nervously at your sides as you managed to voice a faint reply. 

“...that wasn’t a funny joke.” 

Mammon let out a sardonic cackle as he snorted, “Well, ya won’t see me laughin’ about it!”

Now, fueled by the adrenaline of his sudden admission, it was your turn to pace the room.

“No…no,” you mumbled to yourself, bouncing between the walls like a pinball. “Absolutely not. This isn’t right.”

Mammon furrowed his brow and grumbled, “What part of me bein’ in love with you isn’t right?”

“The part where you don’t get to say that to me!” you snapped, whirling around to chastise him face-to-face.

“Say what?” Mammon scoffed, crossing his arms.

“That you’re in love with me!”

Mammon shrank the gap between you with a single, threatening step. There could be no more than a foot left between his chest and yours. 

“Well, I am in love with ya - so why the hell shouldn’t I say it?!” he retorted… so close you could feel his breath sizzling on your skin.

You resisted the urge to press an accusatory finger into his sternum…or to grab fistfuls of his shirt and yank his lips toward your own.

“-because you don’t really mean it!” you exploded.

At these words, Mammon took a reflective step backward, wincing like a kicked puppy. 

His words were barely a whisper when he spoke. 

“...and what makes ya think I don’t mean it?”

“Oh, please,” you deadpanned. “You kissed another girl just a few days ago!”

Mammon rolled his eyes. “I already told ya, Y/n, she kissed me!”

“It doesn’t matter! It’s the principle of the thing!” you shrieked. “You can’t just stand here wearing your…your fuckboy joggers and your generic gold chain and expect me to swoon just because you said you’re sorry.”

“So, now ya think my necklace is ‘generic?’” he sneered.

You laughed humorlessly. “Out of everything I said, that’s the part you want to address?”

Mammon shook his head, a few loose waves falling into his eyes. He reached around to unlatch the chain at the back of his neck as he closed the distance between you.

“Do ya really not remember?” he asked.

You rolled your eyes. “Remember what?”

The clasp opened, the gold dog tags falling into Mammon’s hand. Looking away with a flustered expression, he shoved his open palm toward you face-up. 

“Just…look.”

Upon closer inspection, you realized the tags Mammon wore every day were engraved. You could just barely make out the faded cursive font that read, ‘This isn’t goodbye - just see you later,’ followed by a date that was almost a decade ago to the day.

Your heart sank into your stomach as you realized you had seen this chain before... 

In fact, you had spent months saving up money from your summer job scooping ice cream to buy him it as a going-away present for college. 

“I gave you this as a graduation gift,” you murmured, gingerly running your fingers over the grooves of the engraving.

Mammon gazed down at the treasure with a quiet reverence. His fingers curved protectively over the edges of the tags. “This is the first time I’ve taken ‘em off in ten years.”

It said more than ‘I love you’ ever could.

You gazed up at him, tears beading at the corners of your eyes. You placed your domed hand on top of his, safely covering the chain inside. 

“Can I help you put it back on?” you asked, your voice cracking a little.

The corner of Mammon’s lip tugged gently upwards as he nodded. You took the chain from his palm and gestured at him to sit down on the bed. 

It was the second time he had been in your bed in the month since you had come home - and somehow, he looked both out of place and perfectly matched against the background of Hello Kitty sheets and giant stuffies. 

You cleared your throat and sat down behind him, admiring the sinews of his back through the thin material of his white t-shirt. 

Your hands shook slightly as you reached over his shoulders to arrange the necklace just so. You forced yourself to steady your grip as you pinched the clasp between your fingertips a few times. 

Finally, you managed to fix the jewelry into place - but you had to admit that you were reluctant to let go. Instead of pulling your hand away, you allowed your fingertips to gently trace the curve of his spine, watching the hairs on the back of his neck raise in response; listening to the way his breath hitched in his throat.

Maybe it was too forward... 

Maybe you didn’t care. 

Your hand finally reached the place where his seat met the mattress. You released a breath you hadn’t known you were holding as your hand dropped. 

Silently, you rose to your feet… but as you turned to create distance between you and him, Mammon seized you by the wrist and pulled you back in. He shifted his stance so he was facing you, opening his thighs to make room for your body as his arms settled around your lower back. 

You looked down into his oceanic blue eyes, hypervigilant of the fact that his lips were just inches from your own. He gazed up at you earnestly through long lashes, those same old gold tags glinting in the light of your bedside lamp. 

“What’re ya waitin’ for, brat?” Mammon murmured affectionately, kneading his hands into your legs in a way that made your senses tingle. 

He broke into a smirk as he continued teasingly, “It’s not like it’s the first time you’ve kissed me.”

You were close enough to see the faint sheen of saliva that glazed his plush lower lip. He smelled like a delicious concoction of spearmint gum and spiced cologne, like a love potion brewed especially for you. 

Instinctively, your body relaxed in his arms, closing the last few inches between you two. The gummy tip of your nose bumped against his own, the taste of his breath sweet and tempting as it coated your tongue. 

“Just… shut up,” you whispered into Mammon’s mouth, before pressing your lips against his.

Hesitation quickly turned into desperation. Your body melted into his, until you could no longer tell where your limbs ended and his began. 

Mammon tangled his hand in your hair and gently fell onto his back, gently guiding you to straddle his body. His palms ghosted the inch of bare skin between your leggings and your panties; his hips arched hungrily into the thinly-clothed space between your thighs, leaving you dripping.

You kissed like you had waited decades to taste each other - because you had. 

And you didn’t want to wait a minute longer. 

Your shaky hands fiddled clumsily with his waistband.

“Hurry up and take these off,” you grumbled, cheeks burning.

Mammon sat up and cupped your cheek, flashing a grin. 

“Not yet,” he retorted. “I’d much rather take my time with ya.” 

Mammon leaned forward to nuzzle your neck, sucking and biting at the delicate skin of your collarbone as his fingers toyed experimentally with the hem of your top. It felt good, but slowing down was the opposite of what you wanted… 

Because slowing down allowed you the chance to think.

Squirming as his lips massaged your skin, you shyly dodged his attempts to peel off your sweatshirt - suddenly feeling self-conscious about the circumstances; about your appearance; about the poster of Louis Tomlinson staring ominously from your bedroom wall… 

You had everything you wanted. The man you had loved your entire life was ready to give you even more. 

The only thing wrong with this situation was that soon, he’d realize that you were the one in it. 

Realizing your mind was elsewhere, Mammon reached for your hand and squeezed it gently. 

His voice was raspy as he whispered against your skin, “Where do ya think yer goin’, hm?”

You scrunched your face and closed your eyes. You squirmed in equal parts arousal and embarrassment. “Now I’m the one who’s nervous.”

He rubbed your palm with his thumb. 

“Tell me what’s wrong,” Mammon said, making your heart skip a beat.

You couldn’t bring yourself to look at him as you admitted softly, “I have… a hard time believing you when you say you love me.”

Mammon sighed, tucking his fingers under your chin and tilting your face up to look at his. You slowly blinked your eyes open, his baby-blue gaze shining back earnestly as his other hand snaked around your waist.

“...then why don’t I show ya, instead?”

Greedily, Mammon reached down to pull off your sweatshirt. He furrowed his brow in confusion as you caught him by the wrist.

“...annnd I haven’t showered today,” you admitted sheepishly.

Mammon shook his head and laughed, as if he couldn’t believe you thought he cared. 

He leaned down and murmured hungrily into your ear, his voice husky with desire: 

“Good…”

Mammon hooked his arms around your thighs and yanked you toward him. Your legs naturally fell open as you fell back onto the pile of fuzzy throw pillows and plushies that christened your bed. 

“You’ll taste even better, then.” 

Laughing, you hid your face in your hands, halfheartedly pretending to chide him. “Mammon!”

He only grinned, kneading your inner thighs as he shimmied into position between them. 

“You can keep the hoodie, anyways,” Mammon said, nipping at your clothed cunt. “I only need these.”

He teasingly hooked his teeth under the lace waistband of your panties, drawing back before allowing it to snap against your mound. 

“Smooth,” you huffed, trying to hide that you were already out of breath. 

Mammon merely hummed against your covered clit, sending sweet vibrations up your spine. He sucked at your swollen spot over your panties, the moisture of his saliva mingling with your juices to soak the cotton cloth.

You covered your mouth with the back of your hand, stifling your moans with practiced measure. It wasn’t the first time you had snuck a boy into your parents’ house - but none of those juvenile hookups could ever measure up to this. 

Mammon snorted at your attempt to hide your pleasure, hot breath blowing out of his nose and warming your throbbing nub.

“Don’t act like yer not lovin’ this,” he goaded. “I’ve seen ya watchin’ my stories at midnight, ya little perv.”

“Ah-!” You whimpered helplessly as Mammon pushed your panties to the side. “Y-you saw that?” 

“Of course.” He grinned devilishly, licking his lips. “Why d’ya think I kept postin’ em?” 

Before you could say anything, Mammon dragged his tongue from the base of your hole all the way up to your clit, lapping up every last drop of your delicious fluids like a purring kitty savoring its milk. You couldn’t keep yourself from gasping… 

As anticipated, this Mammon was so much better than any of your late-night fantasies. 

“How’s the real thing, baby?” he coaxed, spreading you open with his hands. 

Your voice could only form consonants as Mammon painted sensitive stripes along your pussy lips, his skillful mouth enveloping your center until you pulsed with need. You coated his tongue with your mess, weakly grasping at whatever you could find - his hair, the sheets - as you writhed beneath his ministrations.

“Mmm - that good, huh?” Mammon trilled into your core. 

“Better,” you cried softly, arching into his strokes.

Though you sensed he would have been happy to swallow you whole, Mammon reluctantly rose for air - but he wasn’t about to leave you without the stimulation you so desperately craved.

He rubbed you in rhythmic circles with his thumb as he taunted, “Tell me how many times ya touched yerself thinkin’ about this...thinkin’ about us…”

“Probably just as many times as you,” you breathed without hesitation. “Maybe more.” 

“No fuckin’ way,” Mammon laughed mirthlessly. “Nobody’s thought about this more than me.” 

“Touchin’ ya here…” he cooed, massaging your thighs for emphasis. Mammon smiled as you whimpered, as if on command. “Hearing ya make that noise…tastin’ ya…” 

His words tied your intestines in knots. But he wasn’t done yet. 

Unable to resist temptation, Mammon descended on your clit once more. His tongue washed over you in drawn-out waves, curling your toes.

“Fuck,” he muttered, licking the sheen of you off his lips. “Yer so sweet. I could drink ya all day…”

Mammon ate pussy in a way that made you believe him. 

But you weren’t about to let him know that.

“You’re so… full of shit…” you panted, fisting the blankets beneath you.

Your words were quickly forgotten as Mammon made out with your cunt. The soft hum of his mocking laughter only served to intensify your pleasure.

“Not talkin’ back anymore, are ya, brat?” he teased as he came up for air.

“Shut… up,” you exhaled, your limbs tangling in the sheets as your body ran from his touch.

“Don’t have to tell me twice,” Mammon mumbled into your clit - before giving it another stroke that took your breath away. “I don’t like to talk with my mouth full.”

You wriggled sensitively against his tongue, greedy for more. 

“When’s it my turn to touch you?” 

“Not yet,” Mammon chuckled.

He propped himself up on his elbows. “That was just an appetizer.” 

Mammon paused to lick the juices from his lower lip. “Haven’t even had my main course yet.”

You rolled your eyes, half-sitting up. 

“Then at least let me look at the menu first,” you complained. 

He rose to his knees with a grin, hands already underneath his shirt. 

“Anything for you, babygirl.” 

Mammon unceremoniously yanked off his shirt - your gold chain dangling against his toned, tan skin. His washboard abs glistened with a faint sheen of sweat already; his muscular thighs flexing beneath his tight joggers.

No matter how much you stared, you couldn’t believe that all of this was yours.

After tossing everything but his boxers to the floor, Mammon leaned forward and pecked you on the lips. 

“Turn over,” he ordered, reaching a hand underneath your thigh to roll you onto your knees.

You asked as you started to comply, “What are you- ah!”

Mammon flipped you over without flexing a muscle, grabbing fistfuls of your luscious ass-cheeks in his wide palms. He slid a single digit down your slick cunt until it slipped inside, curling inside of you experimentally as he searched for your weakest point.

“Thought ya might like to try the evenin’ special,” he teased, pressing a kiss to your plump seat.

After a moment of rearranging, the pad of his finger made delicious contact with your g-spot. 

You gasped and collapsed your chest onto the pillows, arching your ass as he began to lick you - still pumping his finger inside. “Nng, Mammon-!”

“Look at you.” Mammon smiled against your clit before adding a second digit, your pussy dripping onto the bed with a lewd squelch as he stuffed you full. “Yer so cute wrapped around my fingers.”

“-and you’re so annoying,” you moaned in reply, burying your heated face in the bed. 

Pop- 

He unlatched his lips from your swollen button and removed his fingers from your cunt, leaving you with an uneasy sensation of emptiness. 

Mammon switched to his opposite side, now stuffing three digits inside as he spread the fingers of his free hand. 

“Hear that?” Lewd squelching filled the room as his touch shaped your insides. “She’s sayin’ she’s ready.”

It was all you could do not to bust right then and there.

You gasped as Mammon pulled his fingers out of you and brought them immediately to his lips. You watched over your shoulder as he admired your gloss forming stretchy webs between his bronzed appendages. 

He dipped his tongue into the sticky precum coating his hand, seductively tasting you - before taking his cock out and stroking it, massaging your slick into his shaft. 

Just like the rest of him, his cock was pretty: velvety red-violet, intimidatingly long, but with a slight upward curve that made it the perfect shape for bruising your cervix. 

“Condoms are in the drawer-” you started to say…

But Mammon couldn’t wait. 

“Sorry, pretty,” he growled, planting his palms on either side of you. “Need to feel ya, now.”

Even though you knew you should be using protection, you couldn’t help but shudder as his raw tip massaged your puffy lips, spreading around his slippery precum. 

Every part of you already felt so sensitized from his foreplay that you swore he’d be able to get you off with just a few strokes.

“...ready?” Mammon asked, his voice quivering ever-so-slightly. 

For the briefest of moments, you wondered if he felt as nervous as you did.

Eyes wide and glossy, you nodded. Mammon’s breath hitched in his throat with a soft whimper.

“Okay, baby,” he whispered into your ear. “Big stretch…” 

Broken gasps spilled from your lips. You quickly forgot your grudge as his throbbing shaft bullied its way past your entrance, your walls spreading to accommodate him more with each gentle push. 

Everything… 

You could feel everything - every inch; every vein; every pulse. 

“That’s my good girl,” Mammon cooed. “Just a bit more...I know ya can take it.”

You couldn’t stop yourself from crying out as slowly, methodically, Mammon bottomed out inside of you. He sighed together with you as he relaxed his hips against the backs of your thighs.

Mammon brushed your hair aside to kiss the back of your neck. “Yer doin’ so good, pretty girl…gonna start movin’ now, okay” 

Tears welled in the corners of your eyes from his sweet stretch. Words wouldn’t come out; you could only nod at him over your shoulder.

Mammon drew in a sharp breath and drew his hips back before slamming back into you, his balls swinging against your swollen clit with every movement.

“Mmm- that’s good,” He gradually picked up his pace as he babbled. “Feel the way she’s suckin’ me in? She’s tellin’ me we’re made for each other.”

Thwack, thwack, thwack. The sound of skin slapping skin echoed against your bedroom walls. You clawed at the sheets as your eyelids fluttered shut with each of his rough thrusts. 

“Dontcha hear how wet she is f’me?” Mammon talked as he fucked into you from behind. “How she’s moldin’ into the shape of my cock…”

Mammon moaned and impulsively seized a fistful of your hair. His staccato breathing ghosted against the back of your neck as his forearm crossed your neck, locking you in an erotic trap.

“Pretty sure she’s saying you talk too much,” you taunted - even as your pussy flooded around his shaft.

“Shaddup, brat,” he grunted, tightening his grip on your neck until you lost air. “Can’t hear her singin’ over all this noise.”

“Mmf- Mammon! Fuck.”

Craving more of him, you rose onto your knees and straightened your back, so that he could thrust up vertically into your pussy. 

“That’s my good girl,” he cooed, nipping at your earlobe. “Gettin’ close already, yeah?”

“-and how would you know?” you scoffed, rolling your hips into his touch.

Mammon grinned cheekily. “‘Cause yer only this quiet when yer enjoyin’ yerself.”

He clung your body close to his, reaching one hand down to massage your breast under your sweatshirt. The other hand slid across your hip to find your clit, swirling around the nub in a tantalizing rhythm that matched the rhythm of his battering ram.

“Ah! M-Mammon, I-” you whined - your words all but forgotten as sparks shot through your core. 

“It’s okay, baby-” Mammon reassured, each of his sentences punctuated by a cruel thrust. “-let it all out f’me...”

You were far too needy to keep up the bratty act for long. By now, you were thinking only of cumming with him - of sharing this moment of sensual vulnerability with the man that you loved.

“K-kiss me,” you begged, your voice coming out faint and pathetic. “Please.”

“Whatever my girl wants, she gets,” he murmured, leaning in so close that you felt his breath before his kiss.

Mammon’s nose grazed yours affectionately as he brought his mouth toward yours. He captured your lips with his own, releasing the lock on your neck to cradle your cheek gently in his hands. 

“Baby, I’m close-“ you moaned.

Mammon voiced a groan of approval. He pressed his forehead against yours, allowing his lids to flutter closed as your muscles began to twitch.

“Atta girl…hold on tight f’me, alright, pretty?”

He didn’t even give you the chance to answer him before he was meanly pushing your face into the mattress, propping up one leg beside you to angle himself deeper inside. 

Drool puddled at the corners of your lips as Mammon piston-thrusted inside of you, turning every last cell of your brain into a pile of mush. He kissed and grabbed at every inch of skin he could find, peppering your skin with faint bite marks and hazy bruises. 

Your voice was unrecognizable to you as you cried into the covers: “Fuck, Mammon- I love you, I love you, I love you…I’m gonna cum-!”

“That’s it, baby-” Mammon breathed, his voice hoarse with effort. “Fuuuuck, right there. Got a big load ready just for you, brat. Ya want me to shoot it inside of ya?

“Yes, please,” you whined desperately.

“Mmm- okay then.” Mammon kissed the top of your head, brushing a messy clump of hair from your eyes. “Just don’t say ya didn’t ask for it.” 

A few more thrusts and you were both gone, your bodies melding together until you were unsure where you ended and where Mammon began. 

All you could see was stars as Mammon painted your walls white, mixing his warm seed into your creamy pussy to create a masterful recipe together. He muffled his own whimpers against your shoulder, leaving imprints of his teeth on your collarbone, as your intermingled tears and slobber puddled onto the pillowcases beneath you.

Your entire body shivered as Mammon collapsed onto your back, planting a kiss on your sweaty shoulder. Beneath him, you turned one cheek to the side, gazing at the digital clock on your nightstand through heavy lids: 

2:20 AM, it read.

“Sorry, babe,” he slurred in exhaustion, gazing at the clock over your shoulder. “Think I got a little carried away…”

Mammon smiled sleepily as he rolled onto his back beside you. Though your legs had jellied, you somehow mustered the strength to roll toward him, propping yourself up on one elbow. 

Less than an hour ago, your mind had been flooded with thousands of questions for him… Now, your brain was so muddled that you could only manage to pull out one:

“So…” You paused thoughtfully. “...you’re calling me babe now?” 

Mammon turned toward you and smirked, his cerulean eyes glittering with promise.

“Among other things…brat,” he said meaningfully, thumbing your chin. “Don’t worry, though…” 

Mammon broke into a toothy grin. 

“...I like it when ya talk back.”

T A G L I S T : @devildomditzy

A / N: thank you all for the love and support on short 'n' sweet! it saddens me a little to watch this au come to an end... but who knows, maybe I'll revisit it one day??

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Their Little Plaything: Bonus Scene 3

Masterlist, Part 1, Part 2, Part 3, Part 4, Part 5, Epilogue, Bonus Scene 1, Bonus Scene 2

Fandom: Arcane: League of Legends

Pairing: Powder x Loner Nerd Reader. Previous Bullies Cait & Vi x Loner Nerd Reader

Words: 2097

Synopsis: Powder AU. Powder has a great idea for some revenge on Cait and Vi for how they treated you on Halloween

Warnings: Cait and Vi being bullies again ☹️, consensual recording of sex (with intent to send to others), breast play (r! receiving), fingering (r! giving), analingus (r! receiving), oral sex (r! receiving)

“We should send them photos,” Powder declared as she lay on your bed, absently staring at the ceiling.

You frowned in confusion, your back against the wall as you highlighted in a textbook. “What?”

“We should send those bitches some photos of us together.”

“What do you mean? Vi and Caitlyn? Why would we send them photos of us hanging out? They know we’re friends.”

Powder shook her head, rolling over onto her front. “Not hanging out. Nudes,” she waggled her eyebrows playfully.

You balked at her.  “Why would we do that!”

“To piss them off. They need to be punished for how they treated you.”

It had been a month since Halloween. A month since you'd gone to your first ever party, when Powder had convinced you to dress as a sexy vampire...When Vi Lanes and Caitlyn Kiramman had cornered you upstairs, seduced you into having sex (your first time!), and then left you the next morning. They'd fucked your brains out, left you unable to remember your own name, and then swaggered out of your room without saying goodbye or checking you were okay. They didn’t even offer you a washcloth or glass of water.

The next time you saw them around campus, they mocked you relentlessly. ‘You actually wore bike shorts under your dress! White underwear, like the virgin you were! Had any luck finding those panties, by the way?’ The facade was over; they'd gotten what they wanted. You were left humiliated, crying in your room as Powder held you tightly, telling you in vivid detail all the ways she'd tear the two of them limb from limb for you.

The weeks passed, and the humiliation eased, with Powder’s help. You were getting over it, slowly. You were starting to feel more like yourself.

Then one day, when you and Powder had been hanging out in your room, she made the absolute mad suggestion: send Caitlyn and Vi nudes from Powder’s phone.

You twisted your mouth. “This feels cruel.”

“Hey, they’re my sister and my sister’s girlfriend; if anyone’s allowed to be cruel to them, it’s me.”

“But you’d really do that?” you asked sceptically, an eyebrow raised.

She nodded emphatically. “Hell yeah, I would!”

You just looked at her, shaking your head a little. “I don't mean be cruel to them. You’re willing to kiss me, be naked with me, put your fingers inside me, your mouth right next to or directly on my vulva just to fake some pics to piss off your sister and her girlfriend because they had sex with me a few weeks ago?”

She chuckled. “Sugar, if it makes you happy and pisses off those two, I’ll eat your ass like ice cream,” she said proudly.

You blushed bright red. “Whoa, Powder…Let’s cross that bridge when we come to it.”

“Plus, don’t you think it’d be fun? It’d drive them crazy. I know Vi: she gets super jealous and possessive, and Cait's so fucking proud! If they know you're moving on from them – with me! - they'll go nuts.”

You hesitated. It would drive them crazy, which did sound appealing. And, if nothing else, it would be a funny afternoon with Powder, a memory to look back on and laugh. It’s not like she hadn’t seen you naked before.

“Alright,” you nodded. “Let’s do it.”

Her face lit up and she jumped off your bed, pulling you up. “Excellent! Let’s take a shower!”

“Okay, Powder, I need to say this now,” you started, your towel still wrapped around you for your modesty. Even knowing you were about to throw that concept out the window. She looked at you expectantly. “You are a beautiful woman-”

“Thank you, sugar,” she smiled, lounging back on your bed, her towel riding dangerously high up her smooth thighs.

“-And I’m definitely a lesbian. So I want to apologise now if I…Get excited,” you blushed.

Her smile turned into a cocky grin. “You mean if your pussy gets wet?”

“Yes!” you snapped defensively, blushing harder.

“Don't worry, sugar, I'm totally cool if your pussy leaks all over me,” she winked.

You flushed. “I just don’t want to make it weird. If-if you’re not comfortable with any of this-”

She leant forward, taking hold of your hand, and pulling you a little closer. “Tuts,” she said softly, holding eye contact with you, “Nothing about this will make me uncomfortable. But if you get uncomfortable at any point, you need to tell me. Okay?”

You nodded. “I will, I promise.”

“Good girl,” she smiled, not knowing the effect it instantly had on you. “So, how should we start?”

You’d set up your phone on your desk, propped up against some books, set to take a photo every ten seconds. You had Powder’s phone on hand for any close-ups and videos. That way you had twice as many photos, to give the impression you’d had sex several times! Powder’s idea. Genius, in your opinion.

You’d started by lying down together, still in your towels, just getting comfortable with each other. You started gently kissing, only just pressing your lips together, before pulling away and giggling nervously. Powder let you kiss her that way until you were more comfortable, then rolled on top of you.

“Are you okay with this?” she asked, gently tugging on your towel.

You nodded, helping her open your towel, laying under her naked. You waited nervously whilst she looked you up and down.

“Holy shit, tuts…” She breathed out. “You’re gorgeous.”

You blushed. “My phone’s not recording audio.”

“You think I don’t mean that?” she challenged, laying down on top of you again, kissing you deeply.

She slid one hand up your side slowly, teasing you with her fingertips, before cupping your breast.

You moaned gently, then gasped. “Sorry! I’m sorry, that just came out.”

She shook her head with a smile. “Moan all you want, sugar. I don’t mind.”

She kissed down your neck, slowly moving down to your chest. Placing tender kisses to the tops of your breasts, she cupped one in her hand, feeling its weight. Kissing her way over to it, she took your nipple into her mouth.

You moaned again, then bit your lip. Stop making this awkward!, you scolded yourself.

But she just chuckled against your skin. She switched over to the other breast, repeating her treatment of your pebbling flesh.

You felt your pussy growing wetter by the second. You blushed, pulling back a little. “Pow, I’m…”

She lifted her head. “You okay?”

“Yeah, yeah,” you breathed out, “I’m just…Getting excited,” your cheeks flushed red.

She smiled. “Do you wanna take a break?”

You shook your head. “No, I’m okay to keep going. I just…Wanted to let you know. In case you…”

“Feel your wet pussy?” she winked.

You dropped your head back onto the pillow, laughing in embarrassment. “Yes, okay? In case you felt it.”

She laughed with you. “No worries here, sugar. You wanna go on top for a bit?”

“Are you okay with me inserting my fingers?” you asked as you lay between Powder’s thighs. Both of you had become aroused over the hour, so you made no mind to her leaking pussy.

Lying on her back, breath coming a little faster, Powder nodded. “Go for it, sugar.”

“Okay, I’ll use two, if that’s okay?”

She nodded again, eyes a little heated.

“Okay, here we go.” You gently inserted your first two fingers into her pussy, earning a quiet moan. You’d both been moaning a lot, so you didn’t judge her. You moved your fingers slowly, so you could be sure your phone got a clear photo. You kept going for about a minute, wanting multiple photos. You picked up your phone, recording some clips from different angles, at different speeds.

Powder didn’t hide the soft moans coming from her, as you hadn’t hidden your own moans at various points. “Fuck, that feels good.”

You smiled understandingly at her. “You want me to stop?”

“You either gotta stop or finish the job,” she joked.

You blushed. “Um…Okay, let’s see what else we can do,” you suggested a little awkwardly, pulling your fingers out of her.

You missed her small pout, before she smiled back at you and sat up.

A few hours later, the sun now down, curtains closed, beside lamp on, you browsed some porn sites together with a glass of water, looking for inspiration.

“Oh, wait, I still need to eat your ass,” Powder declared.

Your eyes widened. “Were you serious about that?” you recoiled.

“Yeah, why not?” she grinned.

“Well, it’s…” you grimaced. “I mean, I’ve showered but still…”

“It’s hot, sugar. Come on, let’s see some idea pics.”

You’d put yourself on your front, angling her phone over your shoulder as she knelt between your legs, holding your cheeks open as she moved her tongue over your back hole. You’d tried not to squirm as she did; it felt so wrong, but it was amazing. You groaned softly, making sure to zoom in on her face, getting some clips and photos of Powder’s eyes both closed and open, looking straight into the camera. You’d put her phone down, hiding it under your pillow and making a fucked-out expression for your own phone to take pics.

When she was happy you had enough footage of her eating your ass, she tapped your hip to roll you over. Settling onto your back with her between your legs, she put her mouth on your clit.

You moaned loudly, unable to hold it in. She smirked at you, giving you a playful wink. You let yourself hold her head gently – for the photos, you told yourself – not allowing yourself to enjoy it too much. You didn’t want Powder to think you were taking advantage of her.

“Don’t forget my phone, sugar,” she reminded you gently, sucking your clit into her mouth.

With a dry mouth and soaking pussy, you picked up her phone from under the pillow. Angling it between your legs, you pressed the button. As you recorded, you made sure to moan Powder’s name, gasping and moaning a little louder than normal, but still trying to be convincing. If you went overboard, they would know you were faking it. Powder kept looking at the camera, making sure her tongue was visible touching your pussy as she moved her tongue from side to side.

You nodded your head to her to signal you’d stopped recording. But she continued, her eyes closed as she licked up and down your slit, her hands coming under your hips and holding your thighs open.

You snapped a few more pics. “Okay,” you panted, “Powder, you can stop now.”

She just looked up at you, not moving from where she was. “Do you want me to stop?”

You trembled. “Do you…Do you not want to stop?”

“Do you want me to stop?” she repeated with a daring smile, gently squeezing your thighs as she placed kisses on your inner thigh.

“I…I want you to be comfortable,” you said carefully. But hoping.

She chuckled against you, sending vibrations through your skin. “Then I think,” she pressed her tongue flat to your clit, rubbing it side to side, her eyes locked on you, “that I want to eat this delicious pussy,” she sucked your clit, “until you’re screaming my name for real.”

You whimpered. “God…Yes. Yes, please,” you begged.

She smiled, kissing your clit. “Then lie back, sugar. Let me eat,” she pushed you down onto the bed, doubling her efforts on you pussy.

You flopped back against the bed, your eyes closed as you moaned – for real – your hands settling in her hair. You cursed under your breath and groaned, moving your hips against her mouth. She hummed softly against you, feasting upon you, devouring you.

“God, where’d you learn to do this?” you asked breathlessly.

She chuckled. “Thank you, sugar.” She slid her tongue inside you, earning a jolt of your hips.

Your hips rolled, your back arched, your moans constant until you came with a cry. “Fuck,” you breathed, looking down at her, her eyes smug over your pelvis.

She licked you gently until you stopped shaking, climbing over you. Her mouth and chin were covered in your juices, and you reached up and kissed her passionately, until neither of you could breathe.

Pulling back, she stroked your cheek. “You okay?”

You nodded. “That was fantastic,” you said in awe, kissing her deeply again.

When you broke apart again, she smiled down at you. “I’m gonna take good care of you, tuts.”

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bed chem

cw: suggestive content, smut with plot ig, reader has a vagina, female receiving, repeated mentions of cunt, pussy or vulva. ageless blogs and minors don't interact, ignore grammatical errors. all characters are aged up 18+. basically kuroo eating you out. This is my first time writing smut so please bare with me. pictures used are not mine credits to rightful owners on pinterest. ©@bambidooobidoo, don't translate, republish, or modify my writing.

𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒊 𝒃𝒆𝒕 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒓𝒎���𝒔𝒕𝒂𝒕'𝒔 𝒔𝒆𝒕 𝒂𝒕 𝟔 𝟗

you were sitting on the bed, your back resting on the headrest, scrolling on your phone. Kuroo laid beside you, staring at your face. He had just woken up from his nap, his bed hair all messy looking like a bird's nest, and his eyes sleepy.

He put a hand on your waist and pulled himself closer. smooshing his face on your lap. your fingers automatically went to his hair massaging his scalp. a groan left his mouth as he snuggled closer in your thighs and belly. he looked up to see you still being occupied on your phone. he poked your waist.

no reaction. he poked once again.

no reaction.

he huffed loudly into your thighs.

without wasting any time he got up from your lap, took your phone, and placed it on the nightstand. you were dragged onto the bed to lay with him properly. your arms wrapped around his neck thinking that you were both going to sleep. he slumped on top of you, putting all his weight, nestling his face in the crook of your neck and gently placing slow, wet, sloppy open-mouthed kisses onto your skin.

"it tickles" you giggled.

"mhmm…………, yeah?" he murmured. his voice raspy, slow, and way deeper than his usual one.

he continued leaving dark colored marks on your neck, his fingers slowly tracing the hem of your shorts. he tugged at it signaling you to remove them. he helped you remove them and tossed them on the floor.

he was now mere inches away from your clothed cunt. staring, vividly. you tried closing your legs together, but his firm grip on your thighs prevented you from doing so. he brought his face closer and sniffed your clothed area.

"damn, you smell divine princess; your gonna be the death of me someday." he says while pressing his nose further into my panties. he started leaving kisses on the wet spot that formed between your legs, slowly moving to inner thighs. his hands held your thighs firmly, kneading them like dough. 

"just relax for me dear."

a sigh leaves your lips, you tilt your neck and press the back of your head further into the pillow. he continued to suck on the fat of your thigh applying much-needed pressure in certain areas while massaging the other.

'that'll leave a visible mark.' you thought.

he stops for a second. you feel his lips on your wet spot but not like before where he just pecked, this time it long as if he was making out with your cunt. the thin fabric of your panties was the only thing that separated your vulva and his lips.

your toes curl, back arching, hands now tangled in his messy hair, tugging at his roots gently. whimpers, moans, and struggled breaths leave your mouth as you try to maintain a steady yourself. despite being together for so many years, he still manages to catch you off guard during sex, and it's not like you despise it.

you enjoy it; you just hate the grin that stays on his face after he makes you scream or sees you struggle with walking. he doesn't mind carrying you or even helping you with your daily tasks, in fact he loves it. he just get's 𝒄𝒐𝒄𝒌𝒚.

he continues kissing, or more like sucking the living hell out of your clit. it's still clothed. you feel no movement down there for a few seconds. you look up from the bed and meet his eyes. your dumbfound expression cackles him up.

"I love it when you silently ask for more" he mentions.

you can feel his breath on top of your folds through the cloth. it's warm. a shiver run down your spine but of a good kind. his face inches towards the hem of yours panties. his teeth bite at the end of the elastic and pulls it slightly, he then looks at you, the waist band in between his teeth. he locks his gaze with yours and drags the piece clothing. you help him remove and he flings them onto the cold bedroom tiles.

he continues leaving light kisses on your inner thighs. growing impatient you tug his hair a bit harder, and push his face closer towards your dripping cunt.

he presses his nose against my wet folds. the adrenaline rushing through your veins. his lips on your pussy as he slowly starts kissing. you dwell in pleasure, your head hitting the pillow. a low grunt leaves from his throat. moans, grunts, whimpers and sounds of sloppy skin being stretched out could be heard in the room.

his hands moved to your hips and pulled you closer to his face, so close that there wasn't any space left. you could feel his nose being smooshed in between your thighs. his one hand on your waist and the other keeping your legs wide open as he continued slurping up all your juices.

he was thirsty. someone who hadn't drank water for a long time. he slipped his tongue inside your vulva. you could feel his pink, soft, slimy, flesh inside your gummy walls. it indeed was more better than heaven. your eyes rolled back, tears starting to form. the ceiling looked blurry

" you're so good for me" "i love you" he mutters in between while feasting on your pussy.

a ball started to form in the pit of your tummy. you pulled onto his hair bit tightly.

“I- i- I'm close." "f-f-faster....." you gasped out teary eyed looking at him in eyes. you felt his smile against your stimulated vagina.

he stopped

your head shot up glaring at him.

he kissed and just stared at it for a while.

"𝒑𝒍𝒆𝒂𝒔𝒆" you avoided his gaze and pushed his head deep in between your legs. he chuckled.

"i want you to look me in the eye and 𝒃𝒆𝒈 for it love."

you let out an annoyed huff. '𝒂𝒔𝒔𝒉𝒐𝒍𝒆'

"𝒑𝒍𝒆𝒂𝒔𝒆" you pleaded, eyes teared up and cheeks flushed from the pleasure.

"such a needy little thing, aren't you 𝒔𝒘𝒆𝒆𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒂𝒓𝒕 ?"

you bit your lip, and turned your face to the other side. seeing your reaction he clung his mouth and started eating you out like starved animal. he continued having each and every drop of wetness that left your cunt. the pit in your stomach grew more intense. legs clammy, toes curling, hair now a mess, cheek being stained with tears, and back arched. 

“I'm 𝒄𝒍𝒐𝒔𝒆” 

"𝒈𝒐𝒐𝒅, now do it for me love."

a sudden rush of euphoria spread all throughout your body and with loud moan, it all calmed down.

you steadied your breathing and glancing at his face covered with your cum. he licked it off staring hard at you. Kuroo brought his face closer to your ears.

"𝒘𝒆'𝒓𝒆 𝒏𝒐𝒕 𝒅𝒐𝒏𝒆 𝒚𝒆𝒕 𝒅𝒂𝒓𝒍𝒊𝒏𝒈".

[blubunz]

YAP SESSION 1

— leon s. kennedy x f! reader

《MINORS DNI!》

Tags: exhibitionism, sloppy writings, it's just me yap, oral (f! receiving), reader wears a skirt, Leon's a messy eater, slight piss kink, pussy eating, overstimulation, fantasizing about being watched, you two get found out... almost.

A/N: why do I always write when I'm sleepy.

Bro I've been thinking about how you'd usually wear skirts when going out with Leon, cause like, don't get me wrong, you usually wear pants and stuff too but you consider wearing skirts on special occasions, cause most of your skirts are cute so you wanna show them off to Leon everytime you two go on dates.

Of course, Leon finds you adorable as hell, but he can't deny that he often fantasize of kneeling before you and give you the messiest oral session you've ever had.

You, back against the tree in the park you two went in. Your empty ice cream cone fell off the side as your body trembles and a hand over your mouth.

God, Leon gives the best head, he's eating your cunt like a madman, looking up at you only to see your eyes roll and your breathing grows rapidly. It's still daytime, and whats worse, its the weekend, so you can't make a sound here.

His fingers dig in the fat of your thighs, kneading your ass in the process as his tongue rolls around your vulva and attacks the little hole that you usually use to urinate. Then he reaches inside your pussy, groans muffled against your pussy as he lets out the loudest slurp. It makes you wanna slap Leon because holy shit someone's gonna see you guys if he keeps being this loud on purpose!

But you can't do that, too busy trying to be quiet and trying not to get lost in the sensation, you can feel drools rolling down your chin, dripping down your cleavage and staining your top. Your body's shaking so hard as you're overwhelmed with many sensations and stimulation. Excitement, fear, pleasure and all that makes your pussy walls so tight around his probing tongue.

Leon groans, lapping against your pussy like a dog drinking water, his own cock straining against his pants, dripping pre-cum. He adjusts his kneeling position, rutting against your foot, seeking his own climax.

You can see through your blurry eyes that Leon's cheeks hollow while he sucks hard again on your clit, flicking his tongue back and forth around the nub. His heavy breathing brushes past your pubic mount and he resumes back to your cunt.

Your hand shook, nails digging in the tree behind you. Leon continues his ministrations until both of you jolt at the sound of the nearby bush.

You try to push Leon's head off, but he insists on keeping his lips attached to your cunt, sucking harder than ever to make you moan more, furthermore making you more ashamed.

Yet, you can't deny the thrill of being seen like this. Some twisted desire inside you just relish at the thought of being watched while Leon uses your body. You can almost imagine how other men would jerk off to the view, or some people would stare in disgust, it all excites you, makes your pussy throb.

A quick shadow came by and you jolt again, and Leon groans when he can feel your pussy gets tighter than earlier, and how you cum at the mere thought of being seen.

Yet, you only see a tail wagging, and a dog walks around, nose sniffing the air. It sees you two and stares. You know dogs aren't like humans, it's doesn't judge you simply cause it doesn't know what you two are doing, but you keep your gaze on it, tears brimming your eyes as the dog curiously gets close to where Leon's kneeling.

A shout of a lady breaks you through, cumming for the second time and squirting all over Leon's face and mouth. Your clit is twitching, you're overstimulated now, but Leon's such a jackass, keeping his head buried between your thighs still, lapping uo your juices.

"Ugh, where is that dog?!" The woman frustratedly groans, and you swear you can feel your heart thumping loud both in fear and arousal.

Before the woman can walk in on you two, the dog runs out, back to its owner.

You cry out again in your palm as Leon's teeth graze over your clit, putting pressure on it until your pussy squirts out for the third time, and Leon can even taste the slight acid taste as a little bit of piss leaks through.

He finally lets go, his face is a wet mess, lips glistening and red from eating your cunt like a fine dine. He licks his lips and kisses your lips, letting you taste yourself on his tongue.

You love going on dates with Leon. He's so full of surprises sometimes.

[dilf-rot]

Nuisance

P2

MDNI 18+

Word Count: 1975

Tags: Wolverine x Reader, Logan Howlett x Reader, Mutant!Reader, Reader hates Logan, Logan doesn’t really care, Reader with a Vulva, GN except for the term “princess”, Hate sex, Agressive sex, dirty talk, P in V, fingering, oral, hickeys / biting, scratching 

AN: Written for an anon request <3

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After a particularly stressful mission, you and the others decided to throw a party. It was mostly you and Jean who put everything together, deciding how and if you should decorate, when it should be, etc. The two of you got along rather well, except you had a particular disagreement. She would say that Logan was on her list for the most attractive people at the mansion. You, however, could not stand him. 

His cocky attitude. His annoying comments during training. Sometimes even the way he stood bothered you.

Everyone had picked up on it rather quickly, including Logan, who was not exactly sure why you hated him, but didn’t really give a shit. He decided it would make his life easier if he pretended to hate you too.

The party was going rather well, nothing could go wrong by giving a bunch of stressed and lonely mutants unlimited (or mostly so) access to alcohol, party games, and the space to mingle while music blasted from someone’s borrowed speakers. 

“Hey Princess,” that voice you’d recognize anywhere. You turn around to see him, Logan, leaning against the wall, beer in hand. 

“Go fuck yourself,” You rolled your eyes and leant back against the wall. 

“Would if I could,” He flexed his hand, claws springing out from between his knuckles.

“Put those away, we’re in a public space you know.” You scoffed at him, he always seemed to want to show off at the worst of times. 

“Whatever.” He put his claws away, the blood from his knuckles dripping to the floor. Gross.

“What do you even want?”

“Just saying thanks for the party, is that so bad?” He shrugs, taking a sip from his beer.

“Why? It was Jean’s idea.” 

“That’s funny, she said it was yours.” You search the crowd and spot Jean talking to Scott in a corner. She returns your glance with a wave and a thumbs up. You curse under your breath. 

“Could I get you a drink?” He tips his beer towards you.

“Why?” You cross your arms, you already had a few earlier, but the buzz had worn off quickly. 

“Maybe it’ll make you a bit more pleasant,” He gestures towards the kitchen, “Come on, Doll.” 

You’re not sure why, but you follow him. Maybe because you have nothing better to do, or more so you don’t want to end up third-wheeling Jean. Or because everyone else is so preoccupied and you are always ending up on the outskirts. 

There’s way less people in the kitchen, just a handful sitting along the counter or bunched up at the table. Logan slides in front of the fridge, grabbing a beer and tossing it to you. 

“This isn’t gonna make me like you, you know that right?” You pop off the cap on the edge of the counter, the bubbles spilling over onto your hand. 

“That’s ok, you can tell me how much you hate me after we get out of here.”

“And why would I leave with you?” You ask between sips of the beer. It’s rather refreshing, though you’ve had better. 

“What else are you gonna do?” He gives you a smug look before heading out of the kitchen towards the stairs. 

Damnit. You curse yourself, every part of your brain telling you not to follow him, but you just couldn’t help it. And before you know it you're standing right outside his door, as he’s in the doorframe, you come back to yourself.

“I’m not coming into your room, Logan. I don’t know where you think this night is going, but you’re wrong.” He just smiles and walks further into his room, setting his beer down on his nightstand.

“Suit yourself, but you and I both know you were bored as hell down at the party.” He leans back against his head board. You hadn’t even realized he was wearing just a tank top and jeans until right now. 

“Do you know how much I hate those stupid tanks? Can you just cover yourself up for once?” 

“Why? My arms botherin’ you?” He flexes, and you avert your gaze to not get wrapped up in his preening.

“Yes. Your everything bothers me”

“Oh yeah?”

“I hate your attitude. How you think you're so hot, so cool. Always in the fucking way.” You drink from your beer. Leaning against his doorway. “Hate your stupid hair. And your smoking habit. Whole fucking mansion risks when you’re here.” 

He smiles, almost chuckling to himself. 

“I hate when you do that, too.” 

“Tell me more, Doll.”

“God fuck you. Do you even know any of our names or do you just make shit up so you don’t have to think too hard?” That one makes him actually laugh. The sound of it making your blood run hot. You could punch him right now and feel no remorse. In fact you just might. You slam the door behind you, stalking up to the side of the bed, putting your beer next to his and standing right in front of him. You reel back, “I hate your stupid laugh.” 

As you follow through with your swing he catches your hand, and you struggle against his grasp. “You know, starting to sound like you think about me a lot.” He smiles, dropping your hand. 

“Don't flatter yourself,”

“Don’t need to. You’ve been doing it for me.” He runs his hand up your arm, pulling you closer. Your balance falters and you fall on top of him. 

“Could you not?”

“Then stop me,” He’s right you could stop him, you should. But his warmth feels nice against you, and you haven’t had anything close to this in forever. He puts his hands on your thighs, you somehow ended up straddling him, hovering above him. Your faces are so close to one another. He leans up, his hips knocking against yours, he pulls your face down to his and kisses you. It’s fierce and sloppy and tastes like beer and smoke. In a blur he’s flipped you over, and tugged your pants off of you, holding himself up between your thighs. 

“Why don’t you put your mouth to good use for once,”

“Oh yeah, where would you like it, Doll?” You push him down, pressing his face against your cunt. You can feel him smiling against you, your fingers lacing in his hair to hold him still. Grinding yourself shamelessly against his mouth. His tongue hot and sweet, the feeling so much better than your hands ever could be.

He licks slow stripes up and down your folds, swirling his tongue around your clit, bringing it back down to poke at your entrance. Sucking your clit into his mouth and rolling his tongue around it. You bite down on your hand to stop yourself from moaning, your other hand wrapped in his hair pressing him against you. You’re practically humping his face as he eats you out, he hums against you, groaning as you tug on his hair. 

He brings his hand to trace up your thigh and pulls his face away to nip and suck at the sensitive skin of your inner thighs. Two of his fingers pushing their way inside of you and curling to press that sweet spot inside. He brings his tongue back to lap at your clit as he works his fingers in and out, drawing you closer and closer. It’s almost embarrassing how quickly he makes you cum. Clenching down around his fingers, pressing your hips up against him, his tongue making lazy circles on your clit as you shudder and spasm. He pulls away and you see that stupid smug look on his face.

“For someone who hates me, you sure did cum a lot on my tongue.”

“Shut up,” you hide your face with your hands, but he pulls them back down.

“Nah,” He throws his shirt to the side, and slips out of his jeans. You don’t dare to look at him, naked, knowing he’s probably even more frustratingly hot without the clothes. “You still gonna hate me after having this cock?”

“Yes.” You close your eyes as you feel him lining himself up, he slaps the head of his cock against your already sensitive clit. The wet smack sound it makes is filthy.

“We’ll see, Doll.” He pushes in, fast and without much warning. He’s bigger than you thought, and the way he stretches you out makes you bite back a whimper. He trails small bites up and down your neck and shoulders, you shudder beneath him.

Why did he have to feel so good? You couldn’t stop yourself now, even if you wanted to. As he thrusts in and out of you, hard and ruthless, you can’t hold back your moans any longer. The way his cock drags along your walls, hitting sensitive spots, forming you to his shape.

“Fuck,” you whine and you feel him smirk against your skin.

“That’s it, let me hear you.” He whispers in your ear before returning to bite down hard on your neck.

“Ah, Fuck… that hurts…” But he ignores your protest, you imagine he could draw blood if he wanted but he doesn’t. He pulls away to lick at the teeth marks.

“Oh sorry princess… that one might bruise.” 

“Fuck you,” You drag your nails down his back and he groans. He brings a hand up to your chest, unsheathing his claws to tear apart the fabric of your shirt and bra. It practically dissolves into shreds in one quick move. Before you can say anything he chimes in.

“You can borrow one of mine.” 

He watches your tits bounce as he fucks into you, his eyes dark and hazy. He fondles them in his hands, squeezing them firmly. His thrusts never letting up. You can feel yourself getting close again and he knows it too. The way your hatred falters and you aren’t restricting your moans anymore, the way you're clamping down on his cock, your walls fluttering around him.

He brings his hand to his mouth, spitting on it, and then dragging down between you to messily rub at your clit. Your eyes roll back and you groan, it's almost nearing overstimulation. It makes your eyes water. You don’t even hear his claws come out before you feel a slight sting along your collarbone, it is barely enough pressure to draw blood, just enough to leave scratch marks in their wake.

You can’t even think enough to berate him for it. Your mind goes blank as you cum around him. “That’s it, cum on this cock. Let me feel you.” 

You feel him begin to falter as he pumps into you a few more times before pulling out and shooting sticky pools of cum onto your stomach. He grabs a towel from the floor and wipes it off of you before laying down next to you. Pulling you close to him as your sudden exhaustion sets in and you close your eyes

……………………

 The sun trickles in from the window, and you realize very quickly you are not in your own room. You slip out from the heavy arm around your waist, and make your way to the kitchen. Praying it was too early for anyone to be awake. You didn’t run into anyone in the hall, but as soon as you step in the kitchen, there’s Jean.Sitting by the counter, two coffee mugs in front of her.

 Jean looks you over, her eyes stopping at the very obvious claw marks and bites along your shoulders. Logan’s t-shirt. You were so screwed.

“Long night?” She says as she pushes a cup of coffee towards you.

“Shut up.” You take the coffee back to your room. Hoping that you had something to cover up all these goddamn marks, having found yet another reason to hate him for.

[charmandabear]

11. Astarion x Reader 👀

We're not going to worry about how long it'll take me to answer these. We're not going to talk about it. Listen, I'm trying so hard to not make these into whole things, I just want to treat them like writing exercises, but I physically can't not finish smut once it's started.

From @astarionfreak's smut ask game ~ other entries

11. "I touched myself last night thinking about you." "I know."

Tags/Warnings: reader isn't gendered but has a vulva, blood/blood drinking, p in v sex, somewhat rough sex (reader gets a little feral in this one)

You're not subtle about it at all.

Every time he catches you staring, you quickly turn your head. At one point you even just shift your eyes, trying to pretend you're looking at something behind him. But there's no way he isn't at least a little suspicious.

Since the night you let Astarion bite you, the tension between the two of you has been palpable. Something about having him pressed down on top of you, his lips on your neck and his hand cradling your neck in a way that was disproportionately gentle set something on fire inside you. You really thought that you could just get over your little crush if you got it out of your system. Sate the need and you could go back to just being friends... Or whatever you are with him.

But it had the opposite effect. Now, his very presence turns you on. The wind catches his scent and you instinctively press your thighs together. He grins after making some sassy remark to Gale, and the glint of his fangs in the light makes your mouth go dry. You even need to suppress a moan when he gets a particularly impressive kill. You really hope no one heard that one.

So now, sitting around the campfire with the rest of your companions, you're just trying desperately to appear normal. You laugh absentmindedly at whatever joke Karlach just made while in your mind, Astarion's railing you up against a tree. It's only when you realize that Wyll has been trying to ask you a question for the past 90 seconds that you know you're too far gone to be in polite company.

"Sorry, I'm just a little out of it, long day," you make the excuse lamely. "I'm going to turn in a little early, I've got a bit of a headache."

"Do you want something for it?" Shadowheart asks with a frown. "I've got some herbal remedies that might help."

"I'm fine, I think I just need some rest." You force a smile onto your face. "'Night, all." You walk back to your tent stiffly, speeding up to cover the last few meters quickly. Your breath wracks through your body and your blood pounds in your ears. You've never - never - gotten this worked up over another person, never mind a man. Honestly, he's not even really your usual type, you'd normally be much more likely to pursue someone like Shadowheart. But she so clearly has a thing for Karlach, and that's not something you'd want to get in the way of.

But this pale, devastatingly handsome vampire elf has your desire in a chokehold.

You light a lantern inside your tent and take out your journal to sketch. You try to conjure some of the imagery you saw today to keep your brain off Astarion. Scratch and the owlbear cub playing. The terrifying harpies that almost lured one of the tiefling children. Astarion's blade dripping with harpy blood while his bright red eyes sparkle with mischief and the thrill of he kill.

Fucking hells.

You eventually put your journal away and lay down on your bedroll, staring at the ceiling of your tent while the others continue to chat and laugh outside. You listen to their conversation die down, their goodnights, and finally the distant sound of crickets and other nighttime fauna. Your eyes start to grow heavy, or at the very least bored of looking at the support rods in your tent.

You only realize that you've drifted to sleep when you're startled awake by a soft tapping on the canvas flap that separates you from the rest of camp.

"Y-yes?" Your voice is shakier than you'd like, although it's not like a vicious creature would politely knock on your makeshift door. The flap lifts up to reveal the literal last person you'd like to see right now.

"Hello, darling," Astarion grins in that irresistible way that he does. "I wanted to check in on our fearless leader. You've seemed dreadfully jumpy all day."

"Oh! Um." You can feel the heat rising in your cheeks. "I'm.. fine. Thank you, Astarion." You nod your head in a gesture of dismissal, but he doesn't move.

"Are you sure? You're positively flushed." His smile suggests he knows more than he's letting on. You chew on your lower lip to distract you from the growing ache between your legs.

"I'm perfectly fine, Astarion, thank you. Good night." You reach to close the tent flap but he holds onto it. Your fingers brush against his and it's like a jolt of lightning passes between your hands.

"I'm not buying it," he hums, dropping his voice. He pushes his way into your tent and you scramble backwards. The last thing you need is for him to touch you - you might not be able to control yourself if he does. "Now tell me, what's had you so hot and bothered all day?"

"N-nothing," you stammer, wishing you could just disappear on the spot. He raises an eyebrow and you backpedal. "Well, fine, I think something Gale cooked isn't sitting quite right with me. I was... embarrassed." The lie rings hollow even to you.

"Come now, love, we both know you're a terrible liar." He crawls towards you on his knees, a predator stalking his prey. Your breath catches in your throat. "Do you have something you need to confess?"

You're trapped. You've run out of room in the tent to back away, and Astarion has all but crawled on top of you. His scent is intoxicating and his eyes gleam in the low light. The words tumble out of your mouth before you can stop them.

"I touched myself last night thinking about you."

"I know." The grin that curls across his face is fiendish. Your heart threatens to beat out of your chest.

"You know?" Then you gasp suddenly. "The tadpole..."

Astarion lets out a bark of a laugh, loud enough that you're worried it might wake your other companions. "Darling, I didn't need a tadpole to figure that one out. Like I said, you're a terrible liar." He nudges his knee closer to the apex of your legs and you can feel your arousal making your underclothes wet. "What I want to know is, how did you picture me? My head between your legs? Did I have you on all fours in the forest? Or..." His lips ghost against yours now and your head feels dizzy with lust. "Or perhaps I had you pinned down in this very tent, taking my time as I had my way with you?"

Your instincts take over and you close the minimal distance between you, pulling him down on top of you as you ravage his lips. You claw at his clothing, no longer interested in maintaining decorum. He tears at the laces of your breeches, pulling them down below your hips and exposing your dripping cunt to the open air. A cry rips through your throat as he licks a thick stripe up your slit, and his chuckle rumbles deep in his chest. He pulls up on his knees and grins down at you, open and wanton, as he slips out of his pants.

"So very eager," he hums as he frees his cock, engorged and already dripping. A shudder runs through you as you see it, and you yank on his shirt and pull him down to meet you. You kiss him roughly, catching his lower lip in your teeth as you hook your leg around his waist.

"Shut the fuck up and fuck me, Astarion," you hiss through gritted teeth, and you groan loudly when he easily sinks in up to his base.

"Someone wants the whole of camp to hear," he growls in your ear as he begins to slowly thrust into you.

"Then you better make it quick so we don't wake them," you snarl in response, all pretenses having vanished. You tangle your fingers into his hair and press his face to your neck. You feel his lips stretch into a smile just before he sinks his fangs into you, the icy shard of pain melting into the heat of his mouth warming with your blood.

You jut your hips up into him, desperately chasing your release as he drinks his fill. He fucks into you, hard and messy, and before long you're feeling the pressure building in your core.

"Gods, Astarion, don't stop," you gasp hungrily in his ear, and he increases his pace to a punishing rhythm. You're starting to grow faint from blood loss just as your orgasm comes crashing down on you. Your walls clench and shudder around his length and he tears his mouth away from your neck, his expression wild and bloody. A few more broken ruts and you can feel him spilling inside you, the feeling his pulsing cock prolonging your own climax.

The two of you eventually still, covered in a sheen of sweat and panting heavily. Your ears strain to hear if there has been any disturbance in camp to indicate that your other companions heard anything. Outside your tent remains, thankfully, silent.

"Well then," Astarion exhales quickly as he slides out of you. "Darling, if it's going to be like that, then you just need to invite me next time."

[edenspoem]

ellie making reader praise themselves before letting them cum

.ᐟ 🦷⋅. ohh this is an interesting idea— ౨ৎ like just picture ellie, at a kneel between your thighs with hers folded and tucked beneath, moth of her tattoo faceward to you since her palm aims heavenward— base knuckles deep to your g—spot. the sensations given are paradisical— of, or relating to, heaven. a heavenly cluster of feelings, tightening in your core. makes you go cross—eyed, see the bending flesh of hell, all cause she's draining your pussy so succulently of slick tears, y'just wanna make ellie proud with all your sappy white loveliness spilling. too bad, though, that even with all the froth blowing from your ellie—finger—shaped hole, she just wants to hear your voice, and cease her thrusting. ✧

"such a good pussy— mhh," her rasp hangs right over you, rust of her hair cascading beyond her nape as she towers your laid torso, "right? — wanna tell me how good n' pretty she is?" ellie presses, curling in question. her voice alone was a death in you, not of you, not yet. ohh, that husk she taps into made you tense your vulva around her tighter, provoking a chuckled string of her request continuing, "hehe, words babe— use ur' words."

you wiggle your hips on her stagnant palm, pursuing that ticklish sensation gone astray. ugh— dammit, you couldn't deem her an asshole for this. her eyes are just too kind.. willing, and every bit of eager to hark your mutter, "m—my pussy's.. mhh, fuccck— ellie." unfortunate it is, that you whined, pouty with those sweet rosebud lips.

"mh—mm," an unsatisfied hum vibrates her throat, shaking her rustic auburn locks 'round her neck, "fuck, c'mon.. need to hear y'say it." coos ellie, sniffling dry and planting a snug elbow on the mattress intimate to your flank, slinking her freckled face closer.

a part of your sweet spit lips let the push of a, "m'pussy's good.. n' pretty— ellie, she's soo good.." pitch high in reply, an underlying beg sifting through slightly.

"attagirl," her raspy fry wrenches something pleasant inside you, binding softly with a sunsetting peck upon your shoulder to ease her desires— next thing you hear being, "such a good fuckin' listener." and a bustle of your squelchy hole smacking around her relentless fingers as she pipes you thourough, and milks your walls dry.

— apologies that this was a bit quicker n simpler, got something to do ♡ softdom!ellie rocks though

[promise-of-soup]

☄. *. ⋆In-Game Credits for Your "Noble" Protection?⁀➷

ꕥSynopsis: Feeling stressed and bothered by everyone, you take to hiding in the only place on campus no one would think to look for you in... Behind the counter in the Mystery Diner, who could have thought this would also be a good way to get some stress relief?

ꕥTags? Ren Shiranami x Reader, Ren has a crush on MC, MC makes good financial decisions, MC also develops a crush on Ren, MC is a PRO GAMER, MC with no physical descriptor, but implied woman(implied as a woman, she/her pronouns used like once, has vulva), Romeo and Ritsu mentioned, Haru is annoying, pining, kinda slow burn?, slight angst if you blink, SMUT: Virgin!Ren, imaginary blowjob, actual handjob, first time, experienced!reader (implied) Dom!Reader, Sub!Ren, praise!!, unprotected sex (wrap it before you tap it y'all), premature ejaculation

ꕥNotes: Yes, I am a Renfucker, thank you :) the fact I have a smut ask in my drafts but wanted to publish this first skashdasdjas cause like, it's not my first time writing smut but it sure is my first time publishing smut.

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The first time you did this was a rainy day and you were so frustrated with everything and everyone you were literally about to punch a wall, or worse, throw someone through a wall.

Everyone was on your case all day and you were sick and tired of dealing with all of the constant, unending requests flying your way from every corner. The only thing you wanted was to sit down quietly and do nothing for a second, literally just nothing.

So you considered your options... Your dorm was the worst bet, everyone could tell if you were closed off in there and even if you locked the door and placed several pieces of furniture on that locked door, somehow someone would find a way to get you out of there and into some crazy situation. Going out of campus was not an option either, Darkwick didn't trust you enough to leave you without constant supervision. And apparently running as far as you could in Jabberwock's fields would eventually get you found out by Towa or Haru and promptly assigned another task for the task pile.

Only one option remained: the Mystery Diner.

The food there is awful, so no one ever goes there... Maybe Ritsu but if you hid somewhere out of plain sight, no one would even think to question Ren on your whereabouts; it wasn't like you two were friends or anything, so why would he know where you were?

You knew the likes of him, mobile gamers... You were one yourself, filthy. But it meant you both spoke the same language: in-game currency. There was a good opprutonity for you here; you potentially only had a year to live, and even without that potential, you had no monthly payments to be made -- those were taken care of by Darkwick -- so your bank account was just sitting there, begging to be used. At this point you'd waste it all buying yourself some alone time.

Hence, you swiftly made your way over with a neatly packed bag: your phone, headphones, your favourite snack, and water, and walked in to the Diner with an air of confidence and a sense of urgency, knowing that if you weren't quick enough, someone would figure out you are missing and promptly begin looking for you.

"Ren." you said, striding towards the wide-eyed man behind the counter, "What game are you playing?"

He was, of course, playing on his phone before you came in, and he sure as hell didn't lower it to look at you as he groaned an annoyed, "What do you want?" your way.

"I will give you 3,000 yen worth of credits for whatever game you want if you let me hide behind the counter." you pointed to a part of the counter that seemed to house a big enough dent for you to sit in.

"You- huh?"

"You heard me."

"Alright?" he shrugged.

You walked around the counter, and quickly slid yourself under into the same crevice you had pointed to, sitting with your back to the wall. You took Ren's PayPal details and transfered him 3,000 yen in no time.

"If anyone comes in looking for me, you don't know anything." you requested, putting a headphone in your ear.

"Suspicious, but I don't care enough to ask."

He went back to his game, quietly muttering a successful "yeah!" at the purchase he probably made, and you had quietly began your glorious alone-ish time, doing whatever your heart desired away from it all.

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The next time you did this, someone did come in to look for you -- Romeo, he was shouting at Ren and complaining that you had disappeared exactly when he needed you to do an important task for him, and that he has to find you at once.

You shivered slightly, but Ren didn't falter for a second, and insisted he doesn't know you well enough to know where you'd be. Romeo scoffed and left.

You thanked Ren with a bright smile and he rolled his eyes at you with a faint blush, going back to his game.

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The more you kept doing this, the more the conversation between you and Ren grew. You added each other on some games, talked about your distain of others, and even laughed faintly at random memes. You'd automatically transfer him 3,000 yen whenever you walked in, greeting him with a joke and quickly sitting down in your usual spot. He brought you a pillow at some point, "The floor's hard." He said. You began sharing your snacks with him, gently pulling on the hem of his trousers to get his attention and quietly raising the bag towards him.

He was nice company: his voice was always roughened with complains laced with harsh language; he'd pull his r's slightly and scoff when he told you about recent updates he disliked in a game you both played. When he got passionate about a topic, he'd rumble excitedly, spreading his excitement to you, until he'd eventually clear his throat in shame and turn red in the face, promptly apologizing for getting ahead of himself.

You didn't dread seeing him, in fact, you looked forward to it, and began to find reasons to be frustrated on purpose, just to need his company again.

You began to notice small things about him: the way he ruffles his curly hair when he messes up in a game, the shy manner at which his lips curl when he's about to laugh, the way he bends down to look you in the eyes when he says something he finds important - and when he eventually clears his throat and rises back up when you maintain eye-contact for too long.

When people talked badly about him, you began to grow angry, and wanted to tell them they're all wrong, he was smart, witty, and really funny. Of course, you couldn't say anything, because no one knew you too were getting that close.

You started sending him memes throughout the day, or doing quests with him from a distance, you noted information he'd find interesting, and waited impatiently for a chance to tell him. You dreamt of him once; he was a knight protecting you from an evil dragon, and you fought side by side with him like you do in a game you enjoy often.

You realized that you like him.

One day, when you walked in and took your phone out, he quickly raised a defensive hand in your direction and told you "s-stop sending me money,"

You blushed slightly at that, unsure why, "Bu-"

"I'm just getting too OP. Don't get me wrong," he fumbled in a rush when he feared you might consider he was saying that out of friendliness or something, "you still have to pay me some other way." his eyes darted away, and he ruffled his hair thinking he messed up.

You smiled, about to crack a laugh at him, but he stopped you again.

"No, not like that, ew." he was so red when he said it, catching on to the suggestive nature of his statement.

That day turned out quite unfortunate on the suggestive front. Because not long after you had settled into your comfortable spot on the floor, Haru walked in with his catastrophic levels of bright energy and slammed himself onto the counter.

"Ren-Kun!" he dramatically called out, "Have you seen the honour student?"

Ren's face turned red and his eyes narrowed in attempted concentration, "N-no!"

"I have been looking for her all day," Haru whined, holding onto the counter and swaying back and forth, "Have you really not seen her anywhere?"

"W-Why would I-I don't- She's I don't?" Ren mummbled out. You placed a hand on your mouth and tried not to laugh.

Haru laughed at him instead, wholeheartedly, his laughter echoing through the floor and sending vibrations throughout the building, he then grabbed Ren by the shoulders, "Ren, I know it's difficult for you talking to girls, being a virgin and all that, but she's not in the room right now, so you don't have to get all worked up about it."

You couldn't see their faces, but you could tell Ren was stiff and blushing because his legs were basically glued to the ground and a dull heat radiated off of him. Your own face was also warm, you tried really hard to not react in any way, purely to not make the situation extremly awkward for everyone involved. Then, you noticed something else about Ren. He was hard.

His hips moved ever so slightly, hard-on rubbing very, very slightly against the edge of the counter. You could feel your mouth water unexpectedly and your core shoot a very graphic message to your head: you'd very much like to suck him off right then and there.

Does he like protecting you? He has to, right? Is he embarrassed that Haru mentioned he's a virgin? You find it cute. It would be so nice to repay him for protecting you...

It wouldn't be that difficult from where you were, all it would take is for him to stand just a bit more to the left, so that his torso would be eye-level with you, then you could manouver yourself quietly to be on your knees and wiggle your head under the heavy fabric of the stupid apron on his stupid uniform. You would unzip his trousers and pull out his cock. He'd be so hard and most likely so touch starved that even the slightest experimental lick would cause him to shutter and buck his hips into your face. Him being a virgin, although not unexpected, turned you on, you'd be the first person to give him such pleasure, and he'd be so inexperienced and cute about it -- fucking your face with such desperation as you'd do your best to keep him in place, and he'd be unable to hold back loud whines as he reached his peak.

"Hey?" He snapped his fingers in front of your face.

"Oh- hey." you said, dazed with the aftertaste of your thoughts.

Haru had already left, maybe quite a while ago at that point, but you were still staring up at him.

"You- hm," he said, "You should go, I think."

Being a bit too horny to not be confident, you suggestively commented, "But I still haven't paid you for today," your eyelashes batted at him all cutely and innocently.

But he was acting like a dumb man, "Yeah... about that, I hm-" he looked away all shyly, "I-want-you-to-come-over-and-watch-a-horror-movie-with-me-sometime but you don't have to if you don't want to and I'd get that-" he said it all in one breath, but you cut him off.

"I'd like that." you nodded, smiling brightly.

And after observing your schedule for the week, you had decided on a good day and time. And you had decided you were going to fuck him, that was the payment you we're going to give him for protecting you.

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Ren sneaked you into his room from the window, knowing that if Haru figured out you're there, he'd most likely steal you away, and he couldn't have that, you're his, and it took him way too long to gather the courage to ask you to hang out elsewhere than the Diner, there was no way he was messing it up.

He sprayed what smells like at least half a bottle of cologne in the room before you walked in, did his best to organise his typically messy room, took a really long shower, brushed his hair, and sprayed himself with the remainder of the cologne bottle.

The light is dim, but you can still make out the array of posters on his walls, and the small TV in the corner. His room is so him, you decide. Beyond the mist of cologne is Ren's scent, deep and cozy, you smile at him.

He's dressed so nicely, it's nice seeing him with his casual clothes for a change: they're loose and mundane; a big JAWS shirt with small holes at the bottom -- you'd like to steal it one day, and a pair of dark grey checkered pajama pants. He looks so domestic, comfortable.

"Are you alright with horror films?" he asks, scratching the back of his neck, "If not then-"

You love horror films, in fact, there isn't much that can scare you, mainly given the fact that you've lived through so many horror scenarios in real life at this point, there isn't enough CGI and good FXs in the world to scare you. But you're also very determined to cuddle him tonight... at least at first.

"It's alright, Ren," you smile, "But would you mind if I sat behind you? I get scared quite easily."

"You-" he coughs, "Yes."

You sit on his bed without asking, watching him shake his way through inserting a DVD into the player and grabbing the remote. He freezes by the bed, grabbing onto the corners of his pajama pants like he's lost. You tap the bed between your legs, and he hesitatingly sits beside you.

"I meant, like, here." you tap again.

"Oh-" he laughs stiffly.

You do the work for him and just shuffle your way so that he is sitting between your legs, your chest pressed to his back and your legs dangling on either side of him. He does not move an inch or a centimeter. You question if you made him uncomfortable in any way, but surely if he was uncomfortable he would refuse to sit there in the first place, right?

"You've been protecting me so well, Ren," you say, breathing in his scent from this close is such a dream come true, "Thanks for agreeing to protect me now, too." You're very deliberate.

"I- hm," he stutters, "Yeah, sure..." and you can tell he is blushing because of how warm he suddenly feels, good.

The movie starts playing, it's not one you've seen before, but you're not really seeing it now either, you're more focused on Ren and how close he is. When something scary happens on screen you make sure to let out a little sound and bury your face in his shoulder, grabbing the edge of his shirt. He huffs when you do, growing more and more stiff.

You play with his fingers, having placed your hand over his a few minutes ago, you raise and drop them slightly, tapping his knuckles gently.

"A-re you like this with everyone?" he asks, his voice croaked behind a dry throat.

You hum, "No, not really." you respond, "I'm not a very touchy person."

Ren is frozen, and yet so, so hot. You dobut that he is paying the movie any more attention than you are, and so you continue teasing him with your honesty, "You're just so cute, it makes me wanna touch you all over."

You giggle when you notice the tent in his pants, your hand smooths over to his thigh with a non-verbal question, but he is still adamant on not taking a hint, so you follow it with a verbal question, "Do you want me to?"

He jolts, you can see his dick twitch too, so you give his neck a quick peck, still awaiting a verbal confirmation that you are not crossing any boundaries. Ren mummbles incoherently until you finally hear a despeate "Please."

You pause the film and turn all your attention to him, making a show of slowly dipping your hand into his pants.

When your closed palm ghosts his tip through his boxers, he moans so loud you can't help but coo at him and tell him he's so adorable, almost teasingly. You palm him a bit, judging his reactions.

"You're so hard, Ren." you comment, helping him raise his hips so you can wiggle his pants all the way down and finally release him out of his boxers when his heavy breathes turn into gasps. You release him from the layers of fabric and tentatively pull his dick.

"Ah- Fuck!" he moans when you stroke him for the first time, bucking his hips uncontrollably.

You still his hips with your other hand, stroking him up and down with a slow, gentle pace. You kiss your way up his neck, reaching the edge of his jaw and causing him to whimper and stutter out something you can't understand. Your hand stops at his tip, circling your thumb around it while slowly using your wrist to apply pressure to the edge of his length. Your other hand slides up his loose shirt, finding one of his nipples and giving it a similar treatment.

When his moans grow too loud, you go back to stroking him, faster. He jitters in your hold, his arms spasaming and struggling to grab onto anything that could stabalize him, his hips fuck into your hand, as his head droops to the side with his mouth agape, letting out breathy moans and the occasional "f-fuck".

"You're so cute, Ren" You giggle between kisses to his neck, your eyes focused on the way his dick twitches with variations of your movements, and more so, how it twitches at your praise, "You're doing so good for me, baby."

He cums on the spot, unable to hold himself back anymore. You stare wide-eyed at the scene, watching him come undone on your hand, from your words, you're the first person to see this. To see how pretty he looks with his dark green hair sticking to his forehead and his eyes wide with pleasure, to hear how pretty he sounds when he's unable to form sentences and yet so vocal with his moans, you can't help but chuckle.

You let him calm down for a second, before he begins apologizing for cumming so quickly, and you reassure him that it's fine, that you find it hot actually. And then he turns to face you -- you're a wreck too, make no mistake: you're wet beyond belief, and your expression is so dazed you might as well have been in his place.

Ren looks at you with his best confidence, "C-can I fuck you?"

Is that even a question? "Yes."

You help him take off your shirt and undo your bra, and let him push you onto your back, as he hovers over you with fake confidence, you let him fake it, let him pretend to be brave in this situation, you want to make him feel confident. And so, when he first swipes his dick over your enterance, you both gasp at the same time. Him, because it feels unreal, and you, because you want him to stroke his ego.

Your hand lowers to help him slide it in, and then to stroke his shaken legs for reassurance, "It's okay Ren, I want you." saying it also helps, though.

"You- You're so hot." he confesses, "I- Want you to make you feel good - Ohh, fu-" once he's fully in, and your warmth tighten around him, he cuts himself off with a whimper, his head falling onto your shoulder as he collapses over you.

"It's alright, baby," you stroke his back now, shushing him, "take your time, I'm not going anywhere."

"Gah-" he groans, "I'm so pathetic." hiding his face in your shoulder.

You chuckle, drawing circles on his back, "You're not, I'm happy I'm making you feel good."

"mhm." he nods, "'t feels good."

The two of you stay there for a while, allowing him a moment to catch his breath and regain a semblance of cotrol over himself. He raises himself onto his palms slightly, hovering above you so close that your noses are touching -- you break the distance and kiss him. It's sweet, intoxicating, a bit shy. Your hands wrap around his back and pull him closer, and he deepens the kiss by tilting his head to the side, allowing you more control over it as he starts bucking into you.

His movements are imprecise, under-defined, and yet his dick hits your sensitive spots with just the right amount of force. You moan his name out, quietly, in his ear, so that only he hears it, and he is fast to moan and beg for nothing in particular in response, "Please, please, please - fuck!"

You wrap your legs around him, and he moves lower to fuck into you with appropriate desperation, "So good- fuc- feels so good." his eyes fill with tears. You praise him, edge him on, tell him he's doing well, that he's so pretty, that you wanted to fuck him for so long at this point, that you want him, need him.

Ren's moans are choopy, and his thrusts become shallow. The sight of his fucked out expression is enough to drive you closer to the edge, and when he releases into you with a loud whimper, he continues to thrust into you without a way to stop himself; overstimulated and unthinking, you feel that edge crash over you and cum around him with a happy moan.

Both of you breath heavy, clearing your thoughts, you lay your head on Ren's chest, staring at nothing in particular, with your hand playing with his fingers again. You don't want him to feel used, or worse; to question your motives in entering into this situation to begin with. So you make sure to stay here, by his side, so that you can reassure him when he eventually asks you if you're sure you meant to do that with him of all people.

You tell him that you like him, and that you very much did mean it: you weren't lying when you said you had planned on it for a while. And he confesses, "The, hm, reason I wanted you to stop paying me is cause I just like hanging out with you, I- wanted you to think of me as a friend, not as a-"

"I don't think of you as a friend," you chuckle, but it makes the air of vulnurability around him dwindle, so you are quick to narrow your eyes and explain, "I like you, you idiot."

"Why'd you say it like that then?" he laughs, "annoying." flicking a stray hair off of your forehead.

You roll your eyes at him, giving his finger a quick kiss.

"Ren?" Haru's voice echoes through the door, "Is that the honour student?"

[drdemonprince]

Is "safe sex" even real? Never done it so idk but you mentioned risk profiles once. I feel like demographically I've got a higher risk profile and the anxiety about that really prevents me from going and trying anything. Do you think that's overly anxious in a negative way?

"safe sex" is a really misleading and binary term. There is never any guarantee of safety in anything we do. Every choice we make comes with risks. Hell, choosing not to connect with other people sexually (if you have any desire to) does ITSELF come with its own risks and costs over time.

The chase after perfect, guranteed safety will only lead to us feeling powerless and afraid, because it is an impossibility. All that we can do is inform ourselves of the risks, mitigate the risks we are the most concerned about and that affect others, and then knowingly accept what risks we still face as the cost of leading a full, enjoyable life.

When we inform ourselves about risk mitigation, we learn there are certain steps that we should probably take to protect ourselves and others if we are engaging in behavior that carries risk. If you're having sex with a complete stranger, it's probably smart to use a condom. If you have sex regularly you might want an HPV vaccine or to be on PreP to prevent HIV transmission. When you meet up with people you should get tested for COVID. You should get vaccinated against COVID. If you want to get suspended in rope from the ceiling don't use a hardware store $3 carabeener, get the good shit from the rock-climbing supply store. Things like that.

But even if you use a condom, you might get herpes or HPV or crabs or a yeast infection. Even if you never have sex, you might already have herpes or HPV or crabs or a yeast infection. I've had several of those things, including some of the "scarier" sounding ones, and they're really not that big a deal. They're just a thing that happens in life. Most people have them. You pop a Valtrex when you have symptoms, you shove a suppostiory up your vulva when it itches, you sleep without underwear on, you communicate with partners, you move on with your life.

Sure, I do what I can to avoid the risks I am most concerned about. I take PreP right now because not getting HIV would be preferable to me. But I could still live if I got it. I am informed about the realities of living with HIV today, which makes that fear more manageable. It is easier for me to make carefully considered and yet realistic decisions surrounding my risk profile because I can confront the realities that scare me and learn more about them.

The body is not separable form its environment. We are connected to our surroundings and the people around us, and our bodies get sick, catch viruses, grow old, get messy, and die inevitably and return to the earth. With our one life, we each have to choose what is most important to us and what potential costs we can stand. But with each year that passes, a cost to our bodies is already incurred, and there's nothing we can do to prevent aging and death from coming our way.

So what would you like to do while you are around? Would you like to have sex with condoms? Go on PreP? Get the HPV vaccine? Take random loads in a glory hole? Make out and dry hump with a cutie at a party and catch her cold sore? Cross the street in the dark after looking both ways? Go out dancing so late that your sleep is disrupted for the whole week? Get your heart broken? Have a great all-consuming love? Have children? Endure a torn labia while giving birth? Try psychedelics? Go on a swinger's cruise? Get a UTI from spermicide? Roleplay online instead of meeting in person? Fuck people with a strap-on?

The choice is yours. And no choice you make will be perfect or come without risk. No life is safe. Accepting loss is one of the necessary tasks of leading a life. But you can educate yourself, reflect on what you most want out of life and what you fear, and then take steps to demystefy your worst fears and mitigate the risks that loom largest to you and the people you care about.

Whatever you decide, I hope you have some fun.

[levitrophyteacup]

"Are you sure about this?" You take a glance at Levi over your shoulder, your hair forming a curtain that partially cover your face.

He is naked, just as you, and despite his calm expression, his cock is rock solid. You can see that his glans is shining with a copious amount of precum, explaining the wet patch on the front of his pants when he cornered you in your shared bedroom after closing the tea shop.

You have teased him all the afternoon, so it wasn't really unexpected, but it is thrilling to know that he is so ready to indulge in this kind of pleasures.

He's come a long way from the man he was: reluctant to share himself, uncomfortable with the intimacy of it all. You are flattered that he trusts you this much.

He tilted his head to the side, "I can stop if you want" and you detect a hint of teasing in his tone. His fingers slowly descend the curve of your spine and you bent forward, pushing your elbows on the mattress and rising your hips, adjusting you knees to spread you more and offering the view of your pussy.

The cold air hit the damp flesh. You shudder when his fingers keep on going, sliding on the crack of your ass. He stops at your orifice, passing the thumb in a circle on the puckered opening.

You moan "Fuck... I have no patience for that" you turn to him, smirking, "Lower. Don't you love my cunt when it's all wet? You want my ass too? Greedy."

Levi's breath is a little uneven, raving the nude espanse before him with a quiet hunger.

"Maybe I am" he rasps, putting his bad knee on the mattress, leaning on your back. The tip of his cock brushes against the lips of your vulva, and he let his lenght sliding up and down your sensitive lips, coating him in your arousal.

You both groaned.

"Well, I'm pretty close already" you whisper, biting your lips at the erotic sensation "If you fuck my pussy now I'll be so tight... I'll suck your cum so deep inside me that it'll never slide out"

"Shit. Can I?" he growles and you nod. He pushes inside of you in one thrust, and you imediately buck against his hips to set a pace that robs your lungs of air.

He grabs your waist, setting a passionate rhythm made of wet slapping and both of your voice combined in a symphony of groans, moans and cries.

He is gorgeous: his dark hair matted on the forehead, a drop of sweat tracing a path on his scar to his parted lips, devouring you with his eyes and his cock, ramming in you without ceremonies.

You are so close...

You are so caught up in one another that for a moment you don't register the door of your bedroom being slammed open.

"Mister Levi, I heard a scream what's...?!? AAAAHHHHHHH!" Gabi take a step back, covering his eyes behind her palms, bolting away and crashing on Falco, right there with her.

"Gabi! Is something...? Oh, my God!!!" He shrieks, fighting to detangle himself from Gabi and running away with her.

You and Levi stay put, frozen in embarassment and stunned beyond recovery. His cock deflates swiftly and your forehead hit the sheets.

"Fucking hell..."

The frantic voices of the two teens can be heard in the street, along with the low baritone of Reiner's voice. He is concerned, trying to understand the horrified rambling of his cousin.

"I forgot that I invited them for dinner" you admit sheepishly, and Levi slide out of you, as red as a tomato.

"What?"

"Sorry."

"There's no way that I'll sit at the table with them after... this".

Reiner's laugh sounded clear, and Gabi screams "It's not funny, Reiner! I've seen everything!"

"Gabi, please..." groans Falco.

Levi curses, reaching for his trousers, and you flops on the bed, getting ready for the most akward dinner of your life.

"Well, shall we?"

[dragonnarrative-writes]

Part 5 - And here's the reward.

Slasher Handler Masterlist

NSFW under the cut.

CW: Under-negotiated kink, impact play (spanking with hand, impact on vulva), use of gag, brief knife play, fear play, overstimulation, multiple orgasms, forgotten safeword, afab reader, feminine terms used for reader, manual penetration, piv penetration, brief blood mention (not reader's)

Your ass and thighs hurt, in that weird floaty way things tend to hurt when you work out too hard, too fast. You almost let your eyes flutter closed when Simon pets gently over your belly. But then you remember that it’s Simon, so you force yourself to keep your eyes open. The knife he flicks open with his free hand makes you jolt. The aborted flail-freeze you do makes him chuckle.

“Easy, luv,” he coos, still petting, finger dipping into your belly button. He pushes your shirt to bunch up over the top of your bra. “Just gonna get you ready for your reward.”

Not my pants, is all your addled brain can think of, staring at the knife. You’ll be mad if he destroys your shirt and panties. Frustrated as all hell if he slices through your on-its-last-legs bra. But the idea of shopping for jeans is enough to make you tear up all over again. You moan through the gag and shake your head, try to work your pants off with clumsy movements of your feet.

“You’re finicky today,” He hums and skims the flat of the blade from your ribs to your belly button. The sharp tip dips in, and you freeze again. “Used to let me do whatever I want. Now every other thing is a no.”

You force yourself to even out your breathing. It’s so hard to resist the urge to suck in your stomach, but you do. You fight through the fog to try to figure out what to do. There’s a right answer, you know, even if he’s not actually asking you a question. You look up into his face, look between eyes that are flat, but not bored. You wonder how long he could stay here, crouched, blade poised over naked flesh, waiting for you to decide how the night is going to go. You know for a fact he can outlast you.

You slowly reach for his hands with your own. The empty hand, you guide down over your mound. The hand with the blade, you nudge upward. You’re relieved when your trembling doesn’t translate to him at all. The blade maintains its steady, just barely scraping pressure. You guide his hand up past your diaphragm, over your ribs. Up until the blade of it is pressed against your left breast through the thin fabric of your bra. The point presses just enough to dimple the skin of your other breast.

Simon’s eyes are nearly all pupil. The empty hand dips lower, until his fingertips are just between your thighs. His index finger grazes over your clit. He leaves his hand there.

You risk taking a deeper breath. The point of the blade hurts, but rises and falls with you.

Then he chuckles. “Sweet girl. This is supposed to be your reward, not mine.”

And then the knife is gone, too fast for you to track it. Your breath leaves your body all at once. When he twists the hand between your legs, you part them as much as you can. His fingers pet over where you’re wetter than you expected. And for a long few moments, that’s all he does. Just pets you and stares into your face.

“Be honest with me,” he says. You hate when he asks this of you. It’s always a trap, but he only ever tells you to be honest when he means it. “Do you like when I hurt you?”

You start to shake your head, then pause. Do you like it? The obvious answer is hell no. The practical answer is that when he’s hurting you, you know where he is and what he’s doing. You know he’s not going to kill you. The screwed up answer is that whenever he hurts you, you get wet. And he always makes you feel good afterwards.

All of this would be easier to communicate without a gag in your mouth. So you give him a shrug.

“Not a no, but not a yes, hm? That’s fair.” The hand not between your thighs pets over your hair. “Poor thing. ‘S confusing. I don’t make it easy.”

“You’re an asshole,” you try to say. Your message must get across, because he gently raps his knuckles against your cheek.

“Tell you what,” he says, suddenly pushing his middle finger into you. “I’m going to give you your reward, and you can tell me afterward how you like it.”

He presses deep, which forces his fingers against where your ass still stings. The heel of his palm grinds against your clit, too. It’s too much too fast. You try to curl into yourself on instinct. Of course, he doesn’t let you. The hand on top of your head comes down, palm over the gag and fingers hooked under your chin to force your head back.

He stops fingering you grab the pants around your shins and force your feet closer to your ass. When he lets go of your face and gathers your hands between his, over your head, he replaces the hand on your pants with one of his knees. The result is a position that feels more exposed than if he’d stripped you bare. The way he keeps staring down into your eyes somehow makes it worse. And then he slaps at your clit, a sharp, bright sensation that makes you yelp. You twist, knees slamming inward against his hips.

Then he sinks into your body with two fingers. Before everything, you used to be fascinated by his hands. They were so big and broad and dexterous. Now you’re intimately familiar with how much bigger two of his fingers are than even three of yours. The stretch makes you wheeze around the gag. He doesn’t give you time to breathe before he’s rolling his wrist, teasing your clit and fucking into you with a steady intensity. It’s horrible how fast your body gives over to him. It takes embarrassingly little time for him to coax you toward an orgasm.

As soon as you start tightening, he dips his face down to drag his nose against your cheek. “Pretty girl.” And he pulls his fingers out and slaps your clit.

You choke on your scream and jolt as he just. Keeps. Slapping at you, fast and just this side of too hard. He coos and shushes you, but you can barely hear him. The sensation confuses your body. Your hips stutter up into his hand and away.

When his fingers finally plunge deep again, it’s relief and torment in one. Your clit feels like it’s on fire when his palm grinds into it. The pressure of him inside is everything and still not enough. When he hooks his fingers up and in, your right leg tries to kick out as your orgasm rocks through you.

Simon almost seems to take your orgasm personally. His breath is hot on the side of your face when he growls something else you can’t quite hear. His hand doesn’t slow down or soften. Your peak stretches on and on as you whimper and whine back at him. After the barest dip in pleasure, he brings you right back to the edge again faster than you feel should be possible.

The second orgasm is overwhelming for a split second, and then Simon’s hand is gone again. Your hips chase him before your brain catches up. So your legs are spread even farther apart when his fingers slap down again. Where his fingers had been focused on your clit before, these strikes hit your whole labia. He doesn’t let you close yourself off at all, and something about the whole experience brings the pleasure roaring to the surface again. It’s the best-worst orgasm of your life.

Next thing you know, Simon is carrying you. You ragdoll a bit in his arms, dizzy and weak, but try to make your feet cooperate. It’s not much help, since he barely lets your toes touch the floor. So you try to focus on breathing and not choking on your own spit.

You’re not surprised when you’re dropped unceremoniously onto the side of your bed. Your knees knock a bit against the bed frame, which shakes some of the haze from your head. Before you can drag yourself up, his hand pushes your chest back down to the bed. With one hand, he unhooks your bra and tugs at your shirt. You cooperate as much as you can, proud when you get the shirt over your head and shake it free from your arms. You get your elbows under yourself and and try to make your feet figure out how to work with a floor again. But then Simon’s foot is standing on your pants. You have a moment of slow confusion with the top of one foot stuck to the floor.

He slaps your thighs apart, and you spread your still tender legs with a hiss. Then you yelp and try to escape up the bed as Simon slaps at your pussy. A part of you recognizes that it’s not as hard as it could be. The rest of you is overstimulated and overwhelmed. You kick and squeal. You reach around to grab at his wrist where he’s braced against your shoulder. He cracks his hand down on your ass twice.

When he finally hauls you onto the bed by the shoulder and one of your thighs, you yowl like an offended cat. He digs his nails in to make you do it again, then positions you so your hips are higher than your shoulders. Three fingers get pushed into you as he clamps his hand down on the back of your neck. You flail your feet, relieved to realize that you’re finally free of your pants.

Simon pulls his fingers free and drapes himself over your back, and you have a moment to wonder when he took off all of his clothes before he’s notching his cock at your entrance. It hurts, sore and stinging in a way you’ve never felt before. As he sinks in, you can’t help but moan. The stretch and fullness is everything you wanted five minutes ago. The usual too much of him is amplified by how puffy and swollen you must be.

“Drop it,” he growls in your ear. His fingers squeeze into the hinge of your jaw. You gasp as the gag falls to the bed, can’t help the way your spit drools from your mouth.

“Oh, god,” you moan, lips clumsy.

He snarls against the side of your face. “Say my name.”

“Oh, god,” you moan again. He chuckles and jostles his hips forward, pushing just a little bit deeper. “Oh, fuck! Simon!”

“That’s it,” he says, tilting your face so he can bite at your lips.

The pace he sets is slower than you expected, but hard. Now that your mouth is free, you whimper and whine as he grinds into your sore ass and thighs. The feeling of him pushing in and out is so intense that you claw a hand into his hair with a gasp. Suddenly, you jolt as his finger grinds into your clit and makes you sob.

And then he turns on the vibrator.

You shriek against the hand he slaps over your mouth. You aren’t sure you don’t levitate both of you off the bed trying to get away. There’s no escape. The orgasm is ripped from you before you can catch your breath. He rides out your shaking with a growl of his own, grinding deep. You shake and clench and flutter around him with a sob. And then another orgasm rocks through you.

It’s like your peak never ends. You’re strung from one orgasm to the next, until your limbs can do nothing but quake. You’re sobbing, begging, calling Simon’s name helplessly around the fingers he’s dipped into your mouth. It’s barely a relief when he finally pulls the vibrator away because that’s when he really starts driving his hips into yours.

“Please,” you gasp, nonsensically. Can’t find your fingers to snap once, let alone twice. “Simon, I can’t, please let-! I can’t. Please let me-”

“Oh, sunshine, of course,” he coos between grunts of effort. “’S your reward. Take it.”

“I can’t,” you sob.

His arm wraps around your throat, flexes to almost cut off your air supply. “You will. Because I say you will.”

The next orgasm is a full body contraction that whites out your vision. You’re distantly aware of your wheezing cries and digging your fingernails wherever they can get purchase. You feel Simon stiffen over you, snarling something under his breath. You have just a moment to realize what’s about to happen before you pass out.

When you wake up, you groan. Everything from your diaphragm down is sore. You’re flat on your belly. Simon is on his side beside you, petting up and down your spine in long strokes. When you flutter your eyes open, he leans down to press a long kiss to your eyebrow.

There’s a lot you want to say, but English fails you. “Guh-uh.”

“’S ‘at so? Interestin’,” Simon answers. He cocks his head and you realize there’s blood in his hair.

“Muh?” You want to reach up to touch it, see where your fingernails damaged him. Your arms aren’t cooperating.

“Made a mess of me,” Simon confirms with an easy grin. “Got a towel, but we’ll need to change the sheets.”

A towel? How bad did you get him? You try to sit up, with mixed success. “That much?”

He makes an affirming noise. “Surprised me.”

“’M sorry,” you slur. Words are so hard. “Didn’t mean to hurt you.”

Simon’s eyes crinkle. His eyes aren’t warm, but they’re as close as they ever get. “Go to sleep, Precious.”

You hum. With effort, you work a hand out from under yourself and get your fingers up to his collarbones before you’re too weak to go any further. “Stay.”

He chuckles as your eyes slip closed. “You’ll never be rid of me, luv.”

[aziraphales-library]

Lost Fic #229

1. hello! im looking for a fic where azi and crowley are neighbours, it was very hot and azi was doing something in his garden and crowley was lying on a lounge chair and seducing azi, then azi goes and crosses the fence to crowley. i remember crowley had a vulva and it was sort of outdoor sex, it was a very very light sub azi crowley would just ask him to keep going. please help me out 😭😭 - anon

2. Hello! I'm looking for a fic I read a couple of months ago. It was about 20k words, one chapter. Post season 2. Aziraphale gets badly injured in Heaven, kidnaps baby Jesus, and brings her to Crowley, asking for his help. While leaving the baby with Muriel in the bookshop the two finally adress their feelings for eachother. Ends with heaven and hell battling eachother. I think it was rated E. It has quite a long title so I can't remember exactly what it was called. Thank you :3 - @kotomori

3. hello! I remember reading a fic on ao3 maybe 6-7 months ago, but can't remember it for the life of me! I know the basic premise was that when Adam put aziraphale back into his corporation, a few details were just "off" enough to make him uncomfortable, and aziraphale starts to think he's going crazy every time he sees a different freckle or such like. I also remember a scene with him and crowley (on the bow of a boat?) where azi asks crowley about the little changes and crowley points out that a brown fleck in one of his eyes had shifted. im not sure if this is enough to go by, but I'd love to read this fic again if you can find it, so thank you in advance for your time and services! - @hyperfixating-rn-brb

4. hey I don't remember if it was just smut or a proper fic but it had a scene where Crowley smokes in front of Aziraphale and then asks if Aziraphale wants to try. He does. Then he takes a puff and Crowley holds his jaw and Aziraphale just poofs the smoke out on Crowley's face. in my defence it was very hot :) - anon

5. hi! I'm looking for a fic I read but can't remember its title or user now, where Aziraphale returns from Heaven after stopping the second coming (post S2) and is catatonic and barely responsive but Crowley takes care of him and tries to bring him back to himself? thank you ever so much! <3 - @sic-vita

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