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Okay first, you're taller than me

i'm scared you will lick my head

second MAGIC PANTS

[ficsforeren]

YOU KNOW WHO IT ISSS

I'm the person who rated your Eren's based on their tits, you know what's next

We clapping them cheeks tonight.

College- 7/10 always trying to hide that fatass in sweatpants,, can't hide anything from me

Vampire- 8.5/10 it jiggles when you- nevermind

Mafia- 6/10 above average, already built like the letter P he don't need ass

Secret agent- 7/10 his booty looks especially big in those black trousers like DAYUMM

Rockstar- 6.9/10 i imagine his wife slapped his ass while he was cooking and it made him feel like a housewife LMAO

Knight- 5/10 LISTEN it's small but cute.

Soldier- 100/10 i would like to die by having him sit on my face and suffocate me to death

Himbo- 10/10 on my life this man deserves that good good

Idol- 135142425728281/10 BACKSHOTS BE SOUNDING LIKE THE WW2

ANON YOU ARE INSANE HAHAHAHAAH OH MY GOD ALKSDJFAKLSDJFLK LMAOOOOOOO

[demenior]

Mighty Nein x Wolf's Rain au.... I'm thinking...

Beau: stays Normal Human. A runaway who fell in with Fjord n Jester and they pack bonded? Maybe?

Fjord: a wolfdog from... idk a puppy mill?? who was the happy guard dog- note: not a pet- of a man (Vandran) until the other dog (Sabian) did something that resulted in Fjord finding out he's a wolf/Vandran presumed dead. Fjord's trying to find Vandran and learn more about himself. Fjord presents himself as what he thinks a wolf is like at the start, and puts on airs especially bc he thinks he needs to protect Jester and Beau.

Caleb: human, I think. But trained to hunt wolves. Or to be funny he's maybe like a serval or a lynx.

Veth: a happy wolf who was forced into a work camp and treated like a dog. She's embarrassed and ashamed about being forced to wear a collar and lives amongst humans rather than rejoin her own kind.

Jester: wolf. Was also a pet who is now out in the world. Adores people and doesn't see why people and wolves can't get along.

Yasha: wolf. Exiled from her pack. OR maybe Yasha is the new moonflower person who knows.

Caddy: wolf. Very chill and happy with who he is. IS wondering where his fam has gone in their search for Paradise, as he has yet to feel the calling. He's never left the pack territory before.

After that idk where this goes lmao.

[puranami]

✿ Omelette ✿

A/N: A little fic based on one of the prompts I have~

Summary: Sanji finds you cooking an omelette in your underwear at an ungodly hour.

Content: Warning - my really bad attempt at writing anything outside of lil paragraph points (blz help, I have no idea what I'm doing)

Despite the scenario - it's all SFW and fluffy like dem eggs! A light dusting of pining, G/N reader. ✿

(Part 2) - (Part 3)

You had tried to sleep and ignore the rumbling in your stomach, but the harder you tried, the more you felt it, and you had finally reached your limit. If you were to be at all functional tomorrow, you needed to eat something. Only then could you try to sleep again.

Exhausted, you drag yourself from the safety and warmth of your blankets, slowly ambling towards the ship's kitchen, single-minded in your endeavour. All that mattered was appeasing your stomach, leaving you completely unaware of the sudden cold that embraced you once you had left the confines of your quarters.

Flicking on the kitchen light, you quickly gathered everything you needed, deciding that the best thing to make would be an omelette. It's an easy dish, filling, and doesn't take long to make. In other words; it was perfect!

You make quick work of prepping the eggs, seasoning to taste, even considering throwing a little cheese in there before deciding against it. It's not like you believed the myth of cheese giving people nightmares if eaten before bed, but you were so desperate to be able to sleep afterwards that you didn't want to risk it. Stranger things have happened on this ship.

The pan hisses as you pour in the eggs, sounding much louder in the empty kitchen, only amplified by the late hour.

"Don't you sass me," you grumble, "The middle of the night is a perfectly acceptable time for an omelette!"

Unbeknownst to you, you weren't the only one awake on the ship, and your late night excursion had attracted attention, clearly not having noticed any of the noise you were making.

"I thought Luffy had snuck in on a midnight raid with all the clattering," a groggy voice behind you laughs, but you are too tired and focused on cooking to even register that you had been joined by anyone. Sanji leans against the table opposite the kitchen island, fidgeting with the hem of his nightshirt, waiting for an answer that never came.

Surely you heard him, right?

"Is everything alright, darling?"

Nothing.

Terms of endearment usually prompted some kind of response, be it a dismissive laugh or an equally fond term of your own, clearly thinking they meant nothing in particular. He'd accepted pretty quickly that they wouldn't be the way to win you over, but it certainly didn't stop him using them, at least on you. The same couldn't be said about everyone else, as he was no longer vying for the affection of anyone but yourself. Sanji wondered if you'd ever noticed that.

A clumsy flip of the omelette brought him back into the moment, honestly surprised that you hadn't dropped it on the floor.

He moved his way to your side of the kitchen, round the central island toward the stovetop.

"Why are you cooking at this hhhh-" he wheezed at the end, only now seeing that you weren't in the pyjama bottoms he'd assumed you'd be wearing, but in your underwear.

He clasped one of his hands over his mouth, the other grabbing the island for support as he felt his legs begin to fail him. Keeping his eyes fixed firmly on the floor, he blurts out, "W-WHERE ARE YOUR PANTS?" as his face went fully crimson.

That finally gets your attention, but you are slow on the uptake, mind completely glazing over the fact that you had at some point gained an observer. Finally, furrowing your brows a little, you murmured a soft "What?" You knew a question was asked, but nothing else beyond that.

"Your pants, darling!" he gestures wildly, continuing to look down, knowing if that he caught sight of your bare legs again, he would lose his mind.

You stand there, pan hovering in the air away from the stove in one hand, a plate in the other, looking absolutely lost; you had completed your mission of acquiring omelette, and so your brain had decided it was no longer needed. Looking down, you see your legs and feet, wiggling your toes a little, then you look back up at the mess of a man in front of you, things finally starting to fall into place in your overtired mind.

"Oh, Sanji, what are you doing here," you ask, sweet as anything, completely ignorant to the battle he was waging internally. Once you plate your omelette, you place it on the island before putting the pan back on the stove to cool and grabbing a fork to tuck in, oblivious to Sanji frantically unbuttoning his night shirt beside you. He refuses to look directly at you until he has covered you with it, cheeks noticeably burning with how flustered he is.

"Darling, you can't do that to me," he says, almost breathless, "I am a weak, weak man; I can't handle seeing you so bare!" He manipulates your arms into the sleeves of his nightshirt, ignoring your protests when he briefly pulls the fork out of your hand in the process, before buttoning you up, doing his best to preserve your dignity.

As you feel the warm sustenance finally begin to settle in your empty stomach, you feel your brain booting back up, at least a little bit.

"Ah, shit I forgot to put on pants..." You giggle, wondering why everything was always funnier when you were tired. Taking another bite of food, you look down at your legs once again, starting to fully comprehend the situation you found yourself in. "I guess I was just too hungry." He can't help but sigh at how nonchalant you are.

Looking back up, your brain once again decides to abandon you, not from how tired you are this time, but from your eyes being met with his bare chest and abs, causing your own face to turn a charming shade of red. Sanji was always so neatly dressed, so he most you ever saw was his forearms when he rolled up his sleeves to work. It made sense that he was in good shape given his fighting ability, but it never really hit you until you saw his body tonight. There wasn't really any way to get accustomed to it, not like there was with someone like Zoro, who had his shirt off at least half the times you saw him, flashing his man tits whenever and wherever he damn well pleased.

Sanji's eyes never left you during this quiet minute, one that felt like hours, and he couldn't help but feel a hint of pride when he watched your eyes dance over his shirtless body, clearly flustered, bringing a confident smile to his face.

"Everything alright down there, sweetheart," he laughed softly.

You were clearly lost in your thoughts, it finally clicking why he was shirtless; he'd put his shirt on you. You brought a long sleeve up to your face as you dragged your eyes away, looking awkwardly to the side to your recently emptied plate. The shirt smelt like him, only without the lingering scent of cigarette smoke. It was sweet and musky. Maybe it was the lack of sleep, but you felt a wave of feelings crash into you. Feelings you knew were there but had simply brushed aside, assuming they were just a result of his natural charm more than anything. But, you couldn't so easily disregard them now.

Sanji followed your gaze. "Ah, don't you worry about that, my dear," he says, grabbing the plate and bringing it to the sink, leaving you standing in a bit of a daze. "I'll take care of things here, so you go and get yourself back to bed, alright?"

"Oh, no!" You couldn't help how loud that ended up being, surprising the both of you. "You shouldn't have to clean up my mess," you say with a more regulated volume. If there's one way to get you back in the present, it's offering to do something you feel solely responsible for.

"In all fairness, darling, you shouldn't have been cooking in my kitchen in a state of undress," his cheeks started to go pink at the recent memory. He clears his throat before continuing, "Do you know how dangerous that is?" Ah, the professional chef just can't help himself when it comes to kitchen rules.

You pout slightly as you lean back against the centre island.

"Sorry, Sanji. I wasn't really with it. Too tired, too hungry..."

He makes quick work of the dirty items you had used, all while prattling on about safety and other things you probably should have listened to. Drying his hands, he makes his way back to you. It is evident you hadn't really been paying attention.

"At least promise me this," you look up at his warm, smiling face, "if you ever find yourself in this predicament again, please come and get me."

He brushes back some loose strands of hair, tucking them neatly behind your ear.

"You know that I'm always happy to cook for you, right? Whatever you want, whenever you want it."

Returning a gentle smile of your own, you nod.

"I promise."

With that, Sanji leads you out of the kitchen, plunging it back into darkness as he flicks the light off.

You reach his quarters first since he's closest to the kitchen. He pauses outside his door, hesitating for a moment. There are so many things he wanted to say to you, yet he couldn't bring himself to utter a single word.

Oblivious, you carry on toward your own room, turning back to him to wish him a good night, nearly falling over your own feet in the process, to which he smiles, letting out a soft chuckle.

"Bonne nuit, ma chère."

Guys, gals, and non-binary pals; I tried my best! This is my very first full fic ever, so if the grammar, wording, presentation, literally anything is bad; it's bc I am completely winging it! ∠( ᐛ 」∠)＿

[marsroverr]

Where’s the trophy? He just comes running over to me

Lando Norris x Reader

Summary: Lando wins in Miami, and he needs to tell y/n just how much he loves them

Word count: <1k

Warnings: best friends to lovers, so much fluff, foul language, use of y/n, not-so-obscure Taylor Swift references, I’m pretty sure it’s gender neutral please tell me if it isn’t!

A/n: This is like my second fic ever please be gentle

You can’t believe it. P1. His first win. You press your hands to your mouth, trying to keep from crying as you stare at the screen in front of you in the garage, breathless with the exhilaration that had been mounting during the last few laps.

“Y/n! P1, he did it! We fucking did it!” one of the engineers yells, shaking you out of your state of shock. You nod numbly, staring around the garage at the celebrations happening around you as the team cheer and congratulate one other. As you stand there, the team starts to gather with the intention of greeting Lando, and you will your legs to carry you after them, unsure of what to do.

As you reach the bulk of the crowd, you see Lando taking a running leap into the crowd, grinning manically as they lift him up over their heads. You look on fondly, unable to stop a grin from splitting your features as he meets your eye, his smile getting impossibly wider as he does. You give him a small thumbs up, and he wrests himself from the crowd, pushing his way to you before breaking into a run.

As you collide he practically lifts you off your feet with sheer enthusiasm and you laugh into his shoulder, gripping him as tight as you can. Neither of you speak for a while, just enjoying the feeling of each other, the feeling of Lando’s success.

“You smell sweaty,” you grin, pulling away just enough to look at him properly, taking in his tousled post-race hair, “but I’m so proud of you, Lan.”

His cheeks pink slightly, and he gives you a lopsided smile, tugging you back towards him for another hug.

“I need to tell you something, y/n” he says, his words muffled in your hair.

“Anything, Lando. What is it?” Your heart pounds as you pull away from him again, his hands sliding down to grip your waist tightly, as if you’re going to slip away from him at any second.

He looks at you, suddenly shy, and you place a hand gently on his cheek to encourage him.

“’S okay, Lan. You can tell me.” You stroke his cheek with your thumb, watching him earnestly.

“I… we’ve been best friends for years, yes?” Lando watches your face anxiously as he speaks, visibly nervous despite his recent win and the exhilaration that should be pumping through his veins.

You nod, frowning slightly.

He takes a deep breath before continuing,

“And you know I love you more than anything?”

He waits for you to nod again, clutching you even tighter,

“Well… what if I told you I loved you even more than that?”

Your eyes widen as you stare at him, afraid to speak, as if you’d shatter the moment.

“Y/n, I love you. I’m in love with you. I’ve loved you for years, but I didn’t want to say anything in case it ruined what we already have.”

His words are coming out in a rush as he tries to jumble through the sentences, watching you anxiously for your reaction.

“You’re my best friend, y/n, I don’t want to lose you, but there must be something in the air, I just- I just love you so much and now I’m an F1 winner and it seemed like the perfect time and- oh God, you’re not saying anything- are you mad at me? Have I just ruined years of friendship?” he pants out, breathless as he stares at you, willing you to respond.

“Lando…” your voice trembles as you take in everything he’s just blurted out, fingers bunching in his race suit.

“Y/n, please say something…” his anxiety is clear on his face as he watches you, practically begging you with his eyes to respond.

“I… Lan, I love you too,” you breathe out, “I love you so much.”

He lets out a relieved laugh, pulling you even closer as he stares into your eyes.

“Can I… am I allowed to…” he stutters, his usual confident demeanour that he displays when he’s with you gone, replaced by this shy version of Lando that you find incredibly endearing.

Without bothering to answer, you pull him in for a kiss, his lips crashing in to yours in a frenzy. You smile against his lips, feeling him do the same, before you both start to giggle.

“We are so stupid!” You laugh, groaning into his neck.

He just smirks, tracing patterns on your hip with one hand as his other comes up to rest gently on the back of your neck.

“We are,” he agrees, pink-cheeked and smiling, “but I’m a race winner now.”

“Shit, Lan! Don’t you have a podium to go stand on?” You exclaim, swatting at his chest playfully.

His eyes widen at your words, and he looks around at the expectant faces of the McLaren team, blushing under their gaze.

“We’ll finish this later.” He smirks, pressing a quick kiss to your lips before jogging in the direction of where he needs to be.

You watch him go, blushing like crazy, your composure slipping as you grin after him.

He loves you. He’s yours. Who are you to argue?

[kittenintheden]

music to my ears

just a little rainy day eargasm, as one does.

Rating: E Word Count: >1k Content: 18+, elf ears are erogenous zones, touchless orgasm, ear kissing, ASMR, cream dem jeans

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Rain patters gently on the roof of the tent, the sound a soothing end to an arduous day. Astarion and Tav lounge together purely for the physical affection of it, her arms encircling his shoulders from behind as he sits between her legs, his back pressed up against her.

He still can't quite believe she's agreed to this. No sex? He's never lived in a world like that. But she not only seems willing, she seems eager to discover a dozen new kinds of intimacy.

As if she senses his train of thought, she puts her lips right up to his ear and says, “This okay?”

He hums and arches, feeling a pleasant tingle spread across his scalp and down the back of his neck.

“Is what okay?”

“Are ears okay?” she whispers.

Another wave of tingles passes over him and he grins lazily. “They’re above the waist, aren’t they?” he responds, leaning to the side to give her better access because hells, it really does feel good.

He can feel her mouth move as she hugs him tighter. “Remember you can always ask me to stop if it gets to be too much.”

He chuckles. “What could you possibly do that could be too-”

But then he’s arching again with a gasp as she runs the tip of her tongue up his antihelix all the way to the tip. The wet warmth sends a wash of pleasure straight through him, filling his chest like bath steam and continuing southward to pool behind his navel. His eyes go half-lidded and he swallows.

“Still okay?” she whispers.

Immediately he nods and says, “Yes. I like that. I like that very much.”

“Good.”

He feels her tongue draw over him again, this time behind his ear from base to tip. Then she uses the blunt edges of her teeth to softly scrape back down the outer ridge and he only barely holds back his whine. It’s soothing and erotic in the same moment, contentment and arousal rising in him like the tide.

Inside his trousers, he feels himself growing hard, and it’s not unwelcome. His feet dig into the ground beneath them as he pushes himself back into her, seeking more contact, pressing his back firmly into her chest, and he feels her grin as she places an open kiss to his ear lobe. Brings it into her mouth, gives it a gentle suck.

“Ah,” he breathes, squirming against her as his cock goes fully hard under her attention.

From her position, her own eyes go lustful and glazed as she looks down the length of his body and sees the ridge of him swell and strain against his clothes. Gently, she brings up one hand to play with his hair as she continues to tease his ear with tooth and tongue.

“Pretty,” she whispers in between. “How pretty you are, going weak under me. Who knew your ears were so sensitive.”

He grips her legs tight to either side of him and bites his lip, trying to clear his head enough to respond. “You’re half-elven,” he gasps. “You know exactly… hah… what you’re doing.”

“I do,” she laughs softly. “And you know I know.”

The stimulation continues to coax the flame in his gut, the tension coiling deliciously, making him shudder to the core. She flicks her tongue over his tragus and swirls it into the triangular dip near the pointed tip and he’s panting, panting, nearly writhing against her, using his heels for leverage to push back. His cock twitches, sensitive and untouched, but he feels a crest building nonetheless.

“Would you like to come, dearest?” she whispers right into the center of his mind and he squeezes his eyes shut and whimpers.

He nods, the movement jerky.

“Then come,” she breathes, giving him a hard nip and then a final soothing, firm lick.

His mouth falls open and he all but collapses against her as his hips arch up off the ground and he creams himself, his spend spilling from him in staccato bursts that feel like a brush on the underside of heaven with every pulse. When he’s done, his muscles go slack and he blinks, bleary-eyed, only mildly annoyed somewhere deep in the back of his brain that he needs to get down to the river in short order to wash the trousers he just soiled.

She squeezes him tightly from behind. “Still okay?” she says softly.

“Hnnnnngggggyeah,” he responds.

[raya-hunter01]

WIP Wednesday-Bad Habit

Thank you @theninthwonder and @empressdedefor the tag. This is a one-shot I started but never finished.

“Roman!” I screamed, as his eyes twinkled with mischief, his smirk making me want to reach out and slap his ass, but he felt so fuckin’ good inside me.

“Yea, I’m here baby, daddy’s here,” he moaned as I clawed at his back whimpering beneath him as gripped my hips, bending my legs towards my head as he plunged deeper inside me.

“Baby!” I gasped at the new position as he growled against my lips.

“Uh, huh I got yo’ ass now,” his body trembling against mine as our lips found each other once again. "Let Daddy take care of you."

“Fuck! Ouuu wait,” I whimpered against his lips, gently pushing my hands against his stomach. His trust became more powerful as he swam deeply in my welcoming ocean.

“Ain’t no fuckin’ wait, move dem hands and take all this dick. Daddy, missed you, baby.”

“I missed you too!” I exclaimed unashamed as he reclaimed me. “Have you been givin’ him my pussy?” he questioned as I whimpered against him.

 “Nah, answer me, has he had my pussy?" Roman groaned snapping his hips, thrusting deeper inside me.  “Yes!” I whimpered, refusing to look at him.

 “Look at me Savannah,” he growled grasping my chin as our eyes met.

 “Tell Daddy you're sorry for givin’ away his pussy,” he groaned, grasping my hands, pinning them to the bed.

“I’m sorry Daddy, oh!” I cried, truly at his mercy.  “Good girl, Daddy forgives you,” he murmured against my lips. His strokes long, hard, and deep as I tightened around him.

  “Fuck! Yea, grip dat dick and don’t let go,” he groaned his thrusts becoming more wild as he released my hands.

On instinct, I entangled my fingers in his beautiful mane pulling him closer.

“Baby, I can’t let you go. I know what we said, but I can’t,” he growled grasping my throat, claiming my lips in a possessive kiss.

 “Me either, but I don't want to hurt him. We have to stop this," I moaned feeling overwhelmed, as we gave in to our desires.

“I don’t care about Carmelo; I care about us,” he panted as I clawed at his back, whimpering in pleasure.

"It's not right," I whimpered as he claimed my lips once again, silencing me.

 “You were mine first...You still mine." he declared hitting my G-spot over and over, as I silently prayed my legs wouldn't cramp up as my feet touched my head.

Each stroke was more powerful than the last as a low primal growl escaped Roman's lips. "I'm cummin!" I cried as he groaned in praise.

"Fuck, you're such a good girl," he moaned, claiming my lips one last time as we fell over the cliff of ecstasy together.

And just like that, I had fallen back into my bad habit…..

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[alhaithamtit]

NSFW ALPHABET

dr. ratio honkai star rail

cw: male!reader, sub veritas

A= Aftercare (what they’re like after the act)

usually draws a bath for you two and helps you clean up.

B= Body part (favorite body part their own or their lovers)

his favorite body part on himself are his arms and chest. he relishes on seeing your bite marks on them. on you, it's probably your face. the expressions you make as you cum are delectable for him.

C= Cum (anything that has to do with it)

he avoids not wearing a condom, but if you cum on him, or make him taste himself, he secretly loves it.

D= Dirty secret (Pretty self explanatory)

enjoys being dominated, although he would never admit to it.

E= Experience (do they know what they’re doing)

he read some books, and that's it. he never felt the need to do it with someone on a whim. masturbating felt enough for ratio.

F= Favorite position

cowgirl, if you're riding him or doggy when you're railing him.

G= Goofy (how serious are they)

serious, the most he can do is laugh a little when you struggle with taking off his clothes.

H= Hair (grooming habits)

has a bit of a trail but overall pretty well groomed.

I= Intimacy (in the moment romantic or rough/dirty)

enjoys it the most when you're rough with him, but he won't say no to slow romantic sex.

J= Jack off (do they masturbate and how often)

not very often, usually when he's frustrated and wants to take the stress

out.

K= Kink (kinks what they like possibly unusual)

overstimulation, dacryphillia, and degrading. yes, tell him what a slut he is while he's falling apart on your cock, overstimulated and crying.

L= Location (where they like to get it on)

the bed. possibly the bathtub, but you would need to persuade him to do it there.

M= Motivation (things that makes them tick/turn ons)

kissing his chest and hands, and whispering inappropriate things in his ear while he's doing something. he will scold you but he quickly melts into your touch.

N= No (turnoffs or absolutely won’t do)

dirty talk as foreplay is a turnoff for him. he'll tell you to shut up and get down to business.

O= Oral (receiving or giving and how skillful they are)

bad at giving head, but if you teach him how, or facefuck him it's surprisingly pleasant. cumming on his face is worth it.

P= Pace (how fast they are and how long they last in bed)

lasts pretty long, you can make him cum three times and he's still holding up well, likes it rough but not necessarily fast.

Q= Quickie (do they prefer fast and hard)

isn't up for quickies, sucking his dick in his office is fine, but going all out unprepared and in a different environment than your/his house is a no.

R= Risk (do they like to try new things)

he chases knowledge, and trying out new things with you is a must. you will try out various positions with him until he chooses his preferred ones.

S= Stamina (how many times they can go and how long each round lasts)

can go a long time until he's satisfied.

he cums the quickest if play with his nipples which are quite sensitive.

T= Toys (are they game for using sex toys on themselves or lovers)

would never admit it, but he's very fond of you using various vibrators, cock rings, and legs spreaders on him.

U= Unfair (how do they tease or do they enjoy suspense themselves)

please tease him, flick his nipples and blow cold air on them, jack him off slowly as you rail into him roughly, rub your thumb over his slit as he orgasms. he lives for it.

V= Volume (are they loud, what sounds, and do they talk)

not very loud. he mainly talks, even about work (please shut him up). If he's near an orgasm he whimpers

W= Wild card (random sincannon of any sort)

wants you to titfuck him, but he'll never ever tell you.

X= X-ray (what’s down below in dem pants)

average size, and grows slightly when he's hard. circumsized, not very veiny, but has a cute mole near his tip, which goes from pink to red on the top. his cum is pretty thick, and has a slightly bitter taste to it

Y= Yearning (sexdrive level)

his sexdrive isn't very high. likes having sex when he's frustrated with work or after finishing a good book.

Z= Zzzz (do they sleep after if so how quickly after)

doesn't fall asleep quickly. he needs to clean himself and relax with a book before going to bed.

[selfishdoll]

NOW PLAYING…. GIRLS DEM SUGAR

It's been awhile since I'm admiring yuh tenderness

PIERCING HCS w/ JJK MEN.

ft. kashimo hajime, gojo satoru, takuma ino, nanami kento, & choso.

cw. sexual/suggestive themes, ooc characters, piercings (?).

got this idea randomly. half of these piercings i want for myself. unedited, please excuse typos & grammar mistakes.

KASHIMO HAJIME. ★ back dermals

the day you brought up the piercing to him and showed him a picture, he was confused. he didn’t see the point, and thought it was a little odd just having two random pieces of metal on either side of your lower back.. but boy was he wrong.

the pretty silver of the piercing rested upon your soft mocha skin perfectly, filling those cute little venus dimples he just loved. his eyes were always on your ass in general, but these piercings just amplified it.

and don’t get him started on the back shots. you just look too good all arched, ass poked out with those shiny fucking piercings all in his face. he loves it.

oh.. you’re even prettier from behind, sweetheart.

kissing between the piercings at times, tugging down the waistband of your pants to see them, he’s obsessed and is a little irritated you didn’t get them earlier.

GOJO SATORU. ★ vertical clit hood

you’ve wanted the piercing for a while, long before you even started dating gojo— but never got around to it. however, one faithful day you decide to just say screw it, and get the piercing. your refrained from telling your lover since you wanted to surprise him.

as pretty as it was, you would definitely not get it again.

anyhow, you went home that day, all smiles though still a little sore. walking into your home, you spotted gojo seated, minding his business. you walked over, his eyes glancing up at you and your goofy smile.

one he mirrored. what’s got you so excited?

i have something to show you. you would reply, cheeks nearly hurting from how much you were smiling. gojo watched with interest as your placed your things down, settling on the ottoman infront of him and slowly, pulling your pants down. he sat up, now completely interested.

you hooked your fingers on your panties, slowly pulling them down and opening your legs. his eyes widened, leaning over and pressing a hand on your thigh.

is that real?

yep! you quickly swatted his hand before he could touch it, glaring at him as you quickly shut your legs. much to his dismay.

before you can touch me there, we have to wait eight weeks.

you nearly laughed at the distraught expression on his face, ignoring his soft buts and what ifs. most healed enough for sex around the fourth week, but given how rough satoru could be— you opted for eight.

which was hell for the white haired male. dramatically counting down the days, walking out when you changed, the whole nine yards. the amount of patience or rather restraint he had was amazing. especially since you hardly made it easier for him.

the moment the eight mark his hands and mouth are all over, caring less for the metallic taste when he’s eating you out.

and when he finally gets to fuck you? he tried to be gentle, really he did— but with him angling his hips right and your piercing is rubbing against him so nicely, well; that gentleness goes through the window.

So fucking pretty.. you should have gotten this sooner, [Name].

TAKUMA INO ★ tongue piercing

you talked to ino about your interest in piercings, specifically getting one in your tongue. the pain was the only thing holding you back to which the man assured you you’d be fine, you’re tough, you got this.

so he tagged to your appointment when it came up, holding your hand as you sat waiting for the piercer. it was kind of cute to him, watching your eyes dart back in forth anxiously.

relax [name], i’m sure it’ll be quick.

you would only suck in a small breath, forcing a smile at your lover before glancing over at the person piercing you.

like ino said it was quite quick, painful— but quick. after you were done, you took multiple looks in the mirror, flicking your tongue about in different angles to take in the piercing. you loved it, and ino.. realized he did too. far more then he should have.

throughout the healing period of four weeks his eyes would travel to your tongue piercing each time you spoke to him, a certain heat resting underneath his skin. his thoughts quickly delved from him simply liking the piercing to wanting it on him, around him, touching him. he just.. wondered how it felt.

you weren’t an idiot to his thoughts at all. purposely eating far too sensually then you should have, glancing up at him through your eyelashes with the sweetest, most innocent smile.

you finally decided to end his torture when the healing period was up, offering to complete his fantasies.

i bet you were wondering what it felt like this whole time..

what? no, no i wasn’t. ino tries to deny it, but the deep blush on his face and the way his legs were opening so naturally, well— you knew otherwise.

the moment your tongue was on him, his eyes were pinched close, large hands resting on your hand. the warmth of your tongue and the cold of your piercing was just enough, him coming in minutes.

i’m.. gonna get a piercing for you. is what he declared after such a mind blowing experience.

NANAMI KENTO ★ ashley piercing

any piercings or tattoos you had nanami wouldn’t mind, he would love them regardless. they’re a part of you and well, he loves every single part of you.

so when you wanted the ashley piercing he was all for it, declaring it’d look nice on your pretty lips. well, anything did anyway.

it didn’t take long to heal, nanami smiling at how you counted down each day, just waiting to kiss him.

and when the sixteenth day was up, your lips were planted against him. nanami of course returned your sweet kiss, though, it did feel quite different from before. similar to ino the silver barbell created a nice balance between warm and cold, brushing against his lips lightly.

it felt, nice. far nicer then he wanted to admit. but he didn’t have to, since the moment you pulled away the man is chasing after you, planting his lips firmly back onto you— as if angry you left in the first place.

and don’t get him started on your kiss down his body, it’s.. too much. his skin is growing hot the moment you kiss at his collarbone, smoldering when you reach his v-line.

nanami has to admit this is his favorite piercing yet.

KAMO CHOSO ★ nipple piercings

first & foremost, i think choso is a breasts kind of guy. likes the way they fill his hands, likes sucking on them, and likes laying on them. now with that outta of the way— when you told him ( and showed him ) you wanted nipple piercings, he was a little skeptical. one, the thought of you infront of someone bare like that made him a bit nervous and two, after researching he’s heard horror stories of such piercings. choso quickly became worried for you and while he refused to talk you out of it, he did ask if you were sure.

when you didn’t budge, choso supported you, deciding to be right there at the appointment to hold your hand. he didn’t worry about the piercer, nor you; he trusted you fully.

choso was a little discouraged when he realized he couldn’t suck or play with your breasts for a while, but knowing he could possibly hurt you made such dismay fade quickly. your comfort was more important than his fixation.

when you were finally comfortable enough, the man was continuing his usual antics; grabbing your breasts, sucking and playing with your nipples. the metallic taste took some getting used to, but that didn’t matter the moment he realized how sensitive you were now. how you twitched, gasped, and moaned but just a swipe of his tongue across your pretty nipples.

it excited choso greatly, now spending moments between sessions sucking at your breasts, being the only man to ever make you come from them alone. and having you ride him, face buried in your chest, sucking both at the same time? well, choso was in pure bliss.

so despite the waiting time taking much longer then choso would have wished, it was definitely worth it in the end

[fizzybin]

Sweet baby

Warnings: Slightly innocent reader, she acts that way since vox always forces her to do so as a way to control her, mentions of masturbation, fingering, daddy kink, pet names, vox is a bit mean

Wc: 2.3k

A/n: thank you to @stardragongalaxy for the beta read!

As you entered Vox's room, your fingers fiddled nervously with the soft rabbit plushie in your hands. The dimly lit space was quiet and peaceful, as Vox lay on his bed, exhausted from a long day. You could see that he had half-turned off his screen, a sign that he was actually trying to rest. A pang of guilt hit you as you approached him, knowing that you were about to disturb his well-deserved rest. But the desire to ask him something was too strong to ignore. You cautiously climbed onto the edge of the bed and tugged on the edge of his pants. "Daddy?" Your voice was barely above a whisper, but it only took a few seconds for his screen to reactivate with a soft hum in response.

As your nervousness grew, you crawled closer to him until you were practically in his lap. Your bunny plushie was left abandoned on the edge of the bed, forgotten in your anxiety. Vox let out an exasperated sigh and sat up, prompting you to finally speak. "Hurry up and speak," he grumbled impatiently.

“well..i wanted to ask you something…” you whispered, biting the inside of your cheek anxiously. You leaned in close, the words trembling on your lips. Your voice was barely a whisper, filled with nervousness and hesitation. Your teeth anxiously gnawed on the inside of your cheek as you gathered the courage to ask your question.

Vox's face instantly darkened and his tone became curt. "What now? Out with it already," he snapped, arms tightly crossed in front of his chest as if to shield himself from the intrusion on his rare moment of relaxation. Clearly, he was not pleased about being interrupted.

Your words stumbled out in a jumbled mess, the nerves making it difficult to form a coherent sentence. You could feel your heart racing and your palms sweating as you attempted to get your question out. But it seemed to be caught in your throat, refusing to come out smoothly. You took a deep breath, trying to calm yourself, before attempting once more: "Can you...um...um...can-?" Your voice quivered with anxiety, but you were determined to get your message across.

Vox lifted an eyebrow in amusement as he watched you struggle to form coherent words, a hint of pity in his expression. But his patience quickly wore thin, and he grew annoyed at your obvious anxiety. With a swift movement, he reached out and grasped your chin firmly, forcing you to meet his intense gaze. "You have three seconds," he growled, his voice low and menacing, "to tell me what it is you want." The air around them crackled with tension as Vox's sharp eyes bore into yours, daring you to speak.

Your heart raced as you mustered up the courage to ask, "I want you to finger me - I just want to know how it feels." Your cheeks flushed with embarrassment and you couldn't help but look away from him, your eyes scanning the ground for a distraction. Your body trembled with nervous anticipation as you waited for his response, unsure of how he would react to your bold request.

Vox's piercing gaze narrowed at your request, his mind working to grasp the full extent of what you were asking for. A small smile tugged at the corners of his mouth, and he leaned casually against the plush headboard. "And pray tell, why should I be so inclined to do this for you?" His voice was smooth and velvety, dripping with intrigue and curiosity.

“i'm not sure…” You hesitated, your voice barely a whisper as you avoided making eye contact. Your gaze wandered to the far corner of the room

A sly chuckle escaped from Vox's throat at your response, his lips curling into a mischievous smile. "You don't know?" he asked, shaking his head in disbelief. His eyes narrowed as he leaned in closer, commanding your attention. "Look at me when you speak, little girl," he demanded with a hint of menace, waiting for you to comply before continuing to speak. The intensity of his gaze made you feel vulnerable and exposed, like a small bird caught in the clutches of a predator.

A small, pitiful whimper escaped your lips as you glanced back at him, feeling a deep sense of embarrassment for having made such a request. Your cheeks flushed with a mix of shame and longing, unsure of how he would react to your vulnerability.

A smug smirk spreads across Vox's lips as he takes in the desperation in your eyes. He relishes in the power he holds over you, knowing that you are completely under his control. "That's better," he taunts, savoring the way his words make you squirm. "You want me to finger you, huh? And what makes you think you deserve such pleasure from me?" His voice is laced with arrogance and dominance as he leans closer, his breath hot against your skin. Every word he speaks sends a shiver down your spine, both enticing and terrifying at the same time.

“I’ve been a good girl…a-and- um..”

Vox scoffs, a mischievous glint in his eye as he feigns amusement at your reply. "Being a good girl? That's the best you can come up with?" His voice is smooth and dripping with arrogance as he leans forward, his face only inches from yours. He challenges you with a sly grin, taunting, "You think simply doing something that is required of you entitles you to my fingers in your pussy?" The air between you crackles with tension, his words teasing and provocative like a dance.

“not…sure I’m sorry I just wanted to ask..”

Vox grins, knowing he's thrown you off balance.

A sinister smirk curls on Vox's lips, his eyes glinting with a playful danger. ""What do you want, little girl?" he taunts, knowing he has thrown you off balance. His voice drips with confidence and power, daring you to make a move. "You want my fingers inside you? Use your words and say it. Ask properly." He challenges, his gaze never leaving yours as if daring you to make your move. A rush of adrenaline courses through your veins as you stare back at him, trying to regain your composure and come up with the right words to please him.

“can you please finger me daddy? I wanna feel them inside of me, even if you’re claws scratch I wanna feel…them inside me”

Vox growls at your request, gripping you harder. "You think you can handle that, little girl?” He asks, his voice low and husky. “You want to feel my claws inside you?"

you nodded your head “please sir..”

The soft hum of Vox's voice fills the room, causing shivers to run down your spine. As he pulls up your nightgown, you realize with a jolt that you are not wearing any underwear, making his growl deepen in approval. "Such a good girl," he coos, placing one of his sharp claws against your lips. "Open up," he commands, his voice dripping with desire and authority. The anticipation and excitement pool in the pit of your stomach as you eagerly comply

Vox smirks, pleased by your compliance. "That's it. Good girl." He says, rubbing his claw against your lips before slowly sliding it inside your mouth, before taking it out and pressing his finger against your clit

A small, involuntary whimper escaped your lips as the sensation washed over you. The pressure was intense but in the best possible way, igniting your sensitive bundle of nerves. Each touch felt like a spark of electricity, shooting through your body and leaving you breathless with pleasure. You couldn't help but let out another soft moan as the pleasure continued to build within you.

Vox's grin widens at your reaction, a glint of mischief in his eyes. "Do you enjoy this, little girl?" He purrs, pressing down harder as he begins to move his finger in slow, deliberate circles. “Does my touch make you feel good?” You nod, resting your head against his shoulder for support, overwhelmed by the sensation coursing through you.

"Yes, daddy," you whisper breathlessly, your body trembling with pleasure and anticipation.

Vox's deep, rumbling chuckle fills the room with your words. "Good girl," he says in a low, husky voice, his finger slowly trailing away from your lips and towards his mouth. You watch with fascination as he licks it clean, his tongue gliding over the tip before he lets out a satisfied hum.

"Please," you whine, your body trembling with anticipation and desire for more of his touch. Your voice is barely above a whisper, but it echoes in the quiet room, filling the space with an unspoken plea for him to continue

Vox's eyebrow arched in amusement at your request, his lips curling into a sly grin. "Oh?" he responded, pressing two fingers against you again. "You want more?" The sensation caused you to rut yourself against his hand, letting out a soft moan. "Mhm," you replied breathlessly, unable to control the pleasure he was giving you.

A mischievous grin spreads across Vox's face as he listens to the sounds of your pleasure. "Look at you, so eager and desperate," he taunts.

You beg for him to fill you up, your voice trembling with need.

Vox chuckles darkly as he slides his fingers inside you, savoring each small gasp and moan that escapes your lips. He keeps a slow pace, teasing and tantalizing, until you're writhing beneath him. "Is this what you wanted?" he asks with a smirk.

Vox's fingers slide in and out of you, their movements calculated and skillful. They leave a trail of warmth and pleasure in their wake, making you arch and tremble with each touch.

Vox's fingers feel like fire against your skin, igniting every nerve ending with a fiery touch that leaves you trembling with desire.

Vox's fingers feel like magic inside of you, exploring every inch of your inner walls with precision and skill. Your body responds, arching and trembling in pleasure, as if it has a mind of its own.

His voice echoed through the room with a deep rumble, sending shivers down your spine. As his fingers moved in and out of you, his amusement seemed to bounce off the walls, taunting you with each touch. The pleasure was overwhelming, and it felt like he knew exactly how to push you to the brink of desire. His words were a potent mix of pleasure and mockery, making you feel both desired and pathetic. Despite this, you couldn't help but arch and moan as his fingers worked their magic inside you.

"Why did it take so long for you to ask for this?" He teases, his words laced with amusement. "I've heard you whisper my name in the shower, before bed...pleasuring yourself like a desperate little thing." With each precise movement of his fingers, your body trembles with pleasure. "It's quite pathetic," he adds with a smirk.

You let out a whine, struggling to keep your voice from turning into a moan as his fingers pushed deeper inside you. He looked down at you, his fingers expertly curling and hitting that sweet spot inside of you. “What are you afraid of, my little one?” he asked, his voice low and husky. His gaze was intense, searching for any signs of fear or doubt. “Do you think I’d ever hurt you?” he whispered, as his thumb caressed your trembling thigh.

You dug your fingers into his broad shoulders, pleasure pulsing through your body as he hit just the right spot inside of you. "Daddy," you moaned, unable to form coherent thoughts as pleasure overwhelmed you. "I didn't think you'd want to touch me like this...I thought you'd find it disgusting." You gasped as he continued to expertly pleasure you, losing yourself in the moment and the safety of his arms.

Vox pauses his ministrations for a moment, leaning in to press a heated, overly intense kiss against your lips. The warmth of his breath brushes against your skin, sending shivers down your spine as he breaks the kiss to let his tongue glide over your lips. "You could never be disgusting, angel," he murmurs, his voice low and husky with desire. "You are the purest thing in this while tower”

You nod your head, unable to form words as he resumes his movements, never really stopping his skilled touch on your body. His fingers move faster and faster, adding a third digit inside of you as he watches your reactions closely. "Do you like that, my angel?" Vox asks, his deep voice filled with satisfaction and arousal.

You nod slowly, unable to form coherent words as Vox leans in closer, his hot breath brushing against your lips. He licks over your parted lips before deepening the kiss, his tongue expertly exploring every inch of your mouth. As he moans into the kiss, his hand continues its relentless movements, sending shivers down your spine. "my sweet baby?" His voice is husky and seductive as he whispers the question against your lips.

You nodded your head not able to make out words Vox leans in again, licking over your lips before kissing you deeply. He moans in your mouth, tongue moving around yours. all the while his hand doesn't stop moving. "Do you want more babydoll?"

Unable to contain your pleasure, soft whimpers and moans escape your lips as you beg for more. "Please," you gasp out, your voice trembling with desire.

Vox's free hand reaches up, tangling in your hair and pulling on it forcefully. "What is it that you want, my sweet angel?" he growls, his words dripping with lust. His skilled fingers continue to work their magic, relentlessly stimulating your g-spot.

"Do you want my cock filling you up?" Vox taunts, his breath hot against your ear. "Or do you crave the touch of my tongue inside your tight little cunt?" The thought of either option sends shivers down your spine and only adds to the building tension between your bodies.

“Can I have both ?”

He laughs once more, "you're such a greedy little slut. But who am I to refuse you?"

[skykittywhatchamahcallit]

I think the idea of guns be regulated AND gun laws being an infringement more often than not are ideas that can, and should, coexist.

ATF bases their rules on basically fuck all. If I sat you down and you didn’t know shit about guns you’d be suprised what the ATF thinks is criminal.

BUT I also think it’s ridiculous we don’t have like, gun registration in most places. Or gun licensing. Literally something as simple as “do you know the basics of gun safety” and “here this gun is under your name to make it easier to tell when a weapon is stolen”

But nooooo. Dems think Gun Control is turning perfectly good citizens into criminals in the blink of an eye and destroying historical weaponry during trade-in and Republicans piss their pants at being asked to maybe think about regulating their dangerous items.

[puranami]

✿ Omelette - The Morning After ✿

A/N: I did leave the original with a point to start a follow up if the mood struck, and people have been showing interest, so here we are... doing our best __φ(．．✿)

Summary: The morning after Sanji found you cooking an omelette in your underwear at an ungodly hour, you are no longer overtired and must deal with the fallout.

Content: Despite the scenario - it's all SFW and fluffy like dem eggs were. Even more pining with a nice side dish of denial, G/N reader ✿

(Part 1) - (Part 3)

"Oh my god..."

You cringe into your pillow, unsure of how you are supposed to face the day, and especially Sanji, after last night's omelette fuelled shenanigans. The entire thing had felt like a dream, and you would have gone on with the rest of your life believing that's what it was were it not for one glaring issue.

Sanji's nightshirt.

It was still comfortably wrapped around you, still with that sweet and musky scent that had enveloped you as you finally managed to sleep, and you couldn't help nuzzling into the sleeves with a contented sigh.

"No! Stop that!" you shouted internally, forcing yourself up in your hammock. "You do not have feelings for him, he does not have feelings for you; he was just being a good friend lending you his shirt because you were a dumbass who forgot to put on pants!"

You felt your chest tighten somewhat at your inner monologue. Maybe you did have a tiny bit of a crush, truly miniscule really, nothing to get yourself worked up about. You let out another small sigh, starting to fiddle with the top button, knowing you had to take it off and return it.

But you just couldn't bring yourself to.

Surely it'd be okay to hang onto it a little longer, right? It would be bad manners to hand back a dirty shirt, so you should definitely wash it first at the very least. And since you aren't due to do your laundry for a couple more days; maybe you can wear it at night in the meantime?

You let out an audible groan, flopping back down onto your pillow face first, hardly able to believe your own thoughts.

"Why am I being so weird about this?" The cycle of cringing into your pillow begins again.

A sudden knock at your door surprises you, and you nearly fall out of your hammock. The door opens a crack, not enough to see in or out of, and a familiar voice greets you.

"Just wanted to check in, darling, you're missing breakfast, and if you don't get there soon," Sanji trails off, not needing to elaborate on the eating habits of your captain. He gives you a moment to respond, but you can't find any of your words; you needed more time to overthink about how you were going to talk to him! You pull your blanket up over your head in a poor attempt to hide from the situation.

Thinking you were still asleep, and knowing that you were properly covered thanks to his actions during the night, he opens the door further and peeks his head in.

"Darling?"

He lets out a little laugh seeing your blanket covered form still in your hammock. Letting himself into the room fully he makes his way over to your little sanctuary, unaware of the utter panic contained within, before crouching down beside you. A gentle hand rocks you ever so slightly in an attempt to rouse you from your assumed slumber.

"It's time to wake up, love," he almost whispers.

You instinctively groan at the pet name, mentally cursing yourself for it immediately after - you can't pretend to be asleep anymore now. Resigning yourself to your fate, you slowly pull the blanket down a little, at least enough to look at him.

"Good morning, sunshine!" He beams, always happy for any time in your presence. "You're going to miss breakfast."

God damn this radiance in human form. You take a stabilising breath before reluctantly sitting up, allowing your blanket to fall down to your waist. Sanji couldn't help the cheeky little smirk that graced his face upon seeing his nightshirt; you could have easily taken it off once you got back to your quarters, but here it still was.

"What's the face for?" You grumble, poking his forehead and lightly pushing him back. Sanji giggled as he lost his balance, deciding it best to sit beside you instead of crouching. He leaned his arms on the side of the hammock and looked up at your pouting face, smiling at how cute you were.

"Comfy, sweet?" The amusement in his voice was painfully apparent as he gave the collar of the shirt a playful tug.

Burying your face into sleeve covered hands to hide the blush you felt forming, you let out an exasperated sigh, falling onto your back while muttering various curses, causing Sanji to let out a hearty laugh. As much as he was enjoying how flustered you were, he was cautious about pushing things too far; he wanted to win your affections, and too much teasing may undermine that for him. He gently pats the top of your head, making you jump slightly from the unexpected touch.

"You know, if you want to keep a hold of it, I wouldn't mind." You pull your hands down to look at him, eyes wide while still covering the lower half of your face. It was like he could see right through you, like he had heard your earlier thoughts about keeping it, at least for a couple more nights. What witchcraft was this!

"W-what? No! I..." you finally manage to blurt out, sitting up once more. Time to attempt some damage control and deny everything! "I appreciate that you were just helping me out, a-and I was gonna wash it before giving it back!" Sanji had taken to leaning on one of his hands, a lazy smile on his face, endlessly amused by this whole thing. He's never actually seen you in this state before - you're usually so composed.

"It's alright, love, I have other shirts," he shrugs. Throughout this entire exchange, you hadn't reacted to any of his terms of endearment like you usually do.

Maybe it was time to try his luck.

"You wear it much better than I do, anyway." Sanji flashes you a flirty wink, and you feel your resolve starting to crumble. In a last ditch attempt to salvage your carefully crafted aloof image you throw your blanket over him.

"Stop looking at me with your dumb face!"

The man is unfazed.

Giggling like an idiot he flips the blanket back over the hammock, keeping his hands up afterwards in surrender.

"Alright, alright, I yield." He lifts himself off of the floor, patting down the back of his suit trousers. "Breakfast has probably been demolished by now, so when you're ready, come to the kitchen, and I'll make something special for you." He graces you with one last signature golden smile, before heading out, pausing at your door momentarily.

"How does an omelette sound, love?" He can't help snickering, and your face flushes deep red.

"Out!!" You yell as you throw your pillow at him, which he easily bats away while laughing. Once he was gone and the door was shut you cursed; it felt like your heart was trying to escape the confines of your body, and the intensity was overwhelming.

You refused to admit it, but you were down bad for this beautiful menace.

To be continued? Oh no! Welp, looks like the oneshot I initially started with has turned into a little series :3c I really enjoy writing Sanji, can you tell?

[star-xxx1]

Can you write something with g!p wandanat x dem!reader? Thanks 🤭

Text messages -

Hi! Thank you for requesting, enjoy!

This is my first ever smut...

Wandanat x Fem! Avenger!Stark!Reader

Warning: G!p Wandanat, angst, flulff, mentions of therapy, forced breeding, somo, double penetration, praise kink, sub/Dom dynamics, sexting, mommy and daddy kink, choking, oversimulation, getting back together?...

Summary: You we're only a few text messages away from their love.

The buzzing sound of the air-conditioning could be heard throughout the moon lit room. Jumping back into bed after getting so frustrated with the heat of the night.

Closing your eyes, you attempted to get back to sleep, however the sound of your phone dinging off multiple times caught your attention.

Who could of been texting you so late?

Grabbing your phone you pressed the on button. Letting out a loud grimace when the overwhelming light blined you, acting if it was the sun. Fiddling with your phone for a few seconds, turning down the brightness did seem to help your strained eyes.

Sliding down to show all notifications you tapped on the first one, sending you to a video that had been mysteriously sent through at the middle of the night.

Pressing at you were startled when loud pornographic moans leaked from your phone and boomed into the room. In a rush you turned it down stopping the video and going back to the start to focus on what was doing on.

'Dam okay' you thought to yourself before pressing play once again. No one could hear it (sound proof rooms) but still it startled you.

You were horrified of what was shown.

There was you, being pounded into, eyes rolled to the back of you head, legs wide open, drooling.

Finishing the video you immediately click off to to read the message:

Don't you miss that love? We certainly do, come back to us. Your so pretty with your legs spread while panting like a bitch in heat <3

-mommy and daddy.

You needed a moment to process what you had just read.

'What the actual fuck'

You were stuck aggressively eyeing down the message for 5 minutes in absolute shock, holding the phone away for you like it was contagious.

Taking a deep breath, you knew who this was but still needed the confirmation, you checked the number and to your horror you were right.

It was Natasha.

Sighing, you were puzzled on how to act on this next. You did really miss them but the break up was messy and hurtful things were said towards you. It was all over a bunch stupid decisions you made during missions you made due to being so whelmed up with other things stressing you out, that your ex- lovers didn't know about. After so many sit down and talks, your lovers got upset with you, thinking you were just being stubborn. Getting so frustrated after talking to you so many times that they ended up snapping, leading to a huge blow out, securing your relationships demise.

You didn't want to get hurt again. Clicking off the messages, not responding, you hoped sleep would make your problems faded away.

Meanwhile, across the halls and the many public rooms, was a horny Wanda and Natasha awaiting for your response. Getting more sexually annoyed when you left them on read, the two redheads crept out there rooms and carefully made there way to yours.

They only recently found out about your struggles recently, over hearing your conversation with Tony when re-entering the compound.

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"Hey sis! " Tony shouted, trying to catch up to you, passing the many agents that filled up the lobby of the compound. Today was recruitment day. New agents joined and others moved up levels. You as one of the earths mightiest hero offered to help, so did the others on your team.

"How was therapy today, are you progressing?" He asked sincerely. You both were now walking to the area were the Avengers usually met, so fury could address the timetable of recurriment training. The team always checked up on you, after Tony found out about your declining mental health and informed the rest of the team, asking them to keep an eye on you, telling them about your struggles. However Natasha and Wanda were away on a mission not getting the chance to hear the reasoning of you dumb decisions.

"It's going very well thank you, I haven't made a mission mistake in over an month!" You gleamed.

"Well done, I'm really proud of you!" The older man, pulled you into a side hug as you both continued walking down the crowded area, happyily chatting.

Natasha and Wanda were right behind you. Hearing everything that was discussed.

You were in therapy? They left you in your biggest time of need? Wow...

After hearing that, they stopped in there tracks letting the crowd engulf them, as they watched you faded away in the distance, becoming a blur.

They arrived a few minutes later, not wanting you to suspect anything. The guilt they held was immense, the lengthy grudge they held against you lifted, watching your every movement you made like a hawk.

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During training they continued their personal examination on you, buried feelings erupting again, they hated stubborn people, labeling you as one until today. Your smile and laughter as you demonstrated moves to the recruits, cracking jokes left and right. Along with all the happy memories, along came unholy thoughts, seeing you in tight workout clothes, a thin layer of sweat covering your skin. When training was done you grabbed a bottle of water and went up to your room, wanting to take a shower especially with the sun beaming down on you. When reaching their room Wanda and Natasha discussed what to do.

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Sneaking into your room, the two women approached you, admiring you up close. Your lips slightly apart, hair freely splayed across your face, head to the side, arms thrown next to your head, shirt slightly riddled up, showing your soft tummy.

Laying next to they couldn't keep their hands off you, missing you so much. Wanda caressed your cheek while Natasha trailed her warm fingers up and down your milky inner thigh.

"Our special girl" Wanda mumbled, kissing your cheek. They were fixed on you, untill Natasha started to unbutton your pj shirt, exposing your bare chest. Now-cold air hitting your chest, causing your nipples to harden. Wanda twisted the pink buds between her fingers, moving your left nipple into her mouth. Twirling her tounge around it, while Natasha rubbed circles onto your stomach. Watching as your face slightly twitched in pleasure, slowly easing her hand down and under your cotton sleep shorts.

Cupping your clothed pussy, she began slowly rubbing your clit. Small whimpers fell passed your lips.

"So responsive" Natasha yenainto your ear, biting it and nibbling on it.

That woke you up. A little moan tumbling from your plump lips, still in a sleepy haze, not sure what was going on you. Feeling familiar fingers on you, you called out for them.

"Wanda? Natasha?"

Wanda let go of you sensitive nipple, a loud pop sounded throughout the room.

"Right here baby" she met your eyes, those forest green eyes pricing into your soul.

"Do you want us?" Her sweet voice making your brain go all fuzzy.

"Wha-" you were cut off by Natasha.

"Do you want us dekta, I know you do?" She seductively whispered into your ear, causing you to shudder. She could feel the growing wet patch, only making her more horny.

Silence fell between all of you, the two redheads eagerly waiting for an answer. Taking a few seconds to yourself, you at out came with a small...

"Yes"

"Good girl, we missed you" wanda cooed pecking you lips. Natasha moved your panties to the side, and continued rubbing your clit. Hips bucking up, chasing after the addicting simulation. Wanda's slim hands held you down by the waist.

"Ah-ah pretty girl" wanda started attacking your neck with sweet kisses, sucking on your pluse point. You melted under there touch, and to them you look ravishing spread out, a panting mess, so vulnerable, to them your were the definition of perfect. letting out a loud whine at the loss of contact, you received a hardish slap to your now swollen clit, making your back arch off the bed. A sequel from you was stopped by Wanda's lips.

You felt movement bedside you, surprised when you were yanked into a straddling position above Natasha. Her strong hands holding your delicate hips in place. You felt something against your aching pussy, peering down you saw Natasha's thick length, in between your heat.

Grinding you back and forward, her dick throbbing, veins straining, her pre-cum splatter onto her tensed up abs. Her tip hitting your puffy clit, making you cry out. Your bodies fused into one, moving in a desperate rhythmic state. Arms firmly planted down on her chest. You were a needy mess, huffing and moaning, your sliky hair suck to the side of you face. It was hard to keep there tough act up infront of you. They where slipping, failing to flawlessly pull the ropes attached to your love without falling apart infront of you. Wanda who was now sitting behind you snaked up her hand to your neck squeezing harshly.

"So pretty, such a cock addicted whore" your skin prickled at the pleasuring degradation/ praise voiced by Natasha. You tried to respond but the slutty words only came out as strangled noises. You cunt was pulsing with need, as you jolted back and forth, your slick smearing all over her cock. Natashas grunts and moans fuelled you more, you really did want you please your girls.

Natasha forcefully stopped your movements, lifting you, lining up her heavy, long cock with your dripping entrance.

"Go on say it" she demand. Wanda loosened her grip around your poor throat. Natasha could see the hesitation on your face, but she wanted you to say it.

"Say It"

You shook your head. You knew what she wanted.

"Go on baby, don't you want to be filled up by our cocks? All nice and full?" She taunted.

"Go on hunny" Wanda urged you, Natasha teasing your hole.

"D-daddy! Mommy! Please!" You whined out.

Wanda grip immediately increased on your throat once again, whilst Natasha slammed your hips down, her the cock developed by your warm, tight walls.

"Shit! I cant- please- I can't" you begged, fear brewing in your stomach as you felt Wandas dick touch your other tight hole. "No! I can't"

"Just relax of us, it will feel good in some time" the witch reassured, stroking your hip. Wanda slowly inched herself in, a loud moan releasing from your lips.

"Please!"

"We know you limits y/n, your going a good job love" Wanda said as she bottomed out. Wiping your tears, Natasha starting thrust upwards, meeting your hips. Whorish moans escaped you, eye rolling your back of your head as she hit the deepest parts of you.

"Fuck- ah! Shit!, your so tight, only us huh?" Natasha groaned. They knew that you didn't have sex after the break up, only theirs to ruin.

"Daddy!" Your brain all mushy, voice rough from the death grip. Wanda slowly started thrusting into you, rolling her hips carefully. Your eyes rolled to the back of your head, seeing stars.

"So full!" You cried out, body Trembling.

"You look so pretty! Stuffed with our big cocks" Natasha said starting to set a hard, fast pace along with Wanda.

You really did turn cock-dumb, moaning and crying out, sentences only come out incoherent babbling. Wanda lefts bite marks all over your shoulder, moving to your neck. They both pounded into you like there was no tomorrow, your heated skin hitting together along with sloppy wet noises filled up the room. It didnt take long for that familiar coil to tighten to the point were you couldn't hold it any more.

"Mommy daddy! please I need to cum!" You sobbed out.

"Go on baby you can cum, but we're not stopping till we get our fill" Wanda words flew right pass your head, only taking in the validation.

With a earpiecing moan you came all over their cocks, screaming out their titles over and over again. Wanda bad Natasha didn't stop jackhammering into you. It starting to get too overwhelming, it was way too much.

"To much! Please!"

A few more harsh thrusts and the two redheads, hot sticky cum, spilled into you gaping holes.

"Fuck! Take it like the fucktoy you are!" Natasha moaned.

"Natasha no! I'm not on the pill!"

"Too bad, you're look so pretty all swollen with our babies" she conculed. You didn't have enough power to fight back. They carefully pulled out, causing you to whimper from sensitivity, rolling on to the bed you were exhausted, so fucked out.

Natasha pulled you closed whispering sweet nothings and praise. Wanda layed next to you, holding you tightly.

"Well done dekta, we're so proud" Wanda praised, both kissing your head.

"We love you" Natasha expressed.

"I love you guys too."

You all almost feel alseep instantly, in each other arms, how it always should be.

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[masonyep]

¡Abc NSFW!

warnings: sexual content

¡NSFW!

A= Aftercare (what they're like after the act)

↳She is not someone very affectionate, but she I would prepare a bathtub and exchange caresses during that time

B= Body part (favorite body part their own or their lovers)

↳in herself, Velvet loves her hands. She can make you go crazy with just one touch.

As for you, she likes your thighs and ass, she definitely squeeze and hit these areas

C= Cum (anything that has to do with it)

↳your cum is standard, transparent and syrupy. When she cums she loves to make you lick it, feeling like she has more than control over you is a great feeling for Velvet.

D= Dirty secret (Pretty self explanatory)

↳Velvet would love it for you to use some toys on her, and see you in control. As much as she doesn't want to admit it, she really wants you to throw her on the bed and finger fuck her until she can't take it anymore

E= Experience (do they know what they're doing?)

↳She doesn't have much experience, but the first time she did very well

F= Favorite position

↳definitely when she sees you in "earwig" and "doggy style" turns her on more and more

G=Goofy (how serious are they)

↳She's a little serious, but make a little joke there and here

H=Hair (grooming habits)

↳she takes very good care of herself, you will never see a single hair

I= Intimacy (in the moment romantic or rough/ dirty)

↳She is a little serious, but sometimes she makes a joke there and another one here

J= Jack off (do they masturbate and how often)

↳Very little, she has someone at her disposal to have sex all the time. She only does this when she really wants to

K= Kink (kinks what they like possibly unusual)

↳insults and slaps. Oh, how she loves to hear you scream with excitement as she slaps your buttocks

L= Location (where they like to get it on)

↳In the bedroom and dressing room

M= Motivation (things that makes them tick/turn ons)

↳When you wear her clothes, when you sit on her lap and make obscene gestures

N= No (turnoffs or absolutely won't do)

↳Having sex against your will. She loves and respects you so much! I would never do something like that

O= Oral (receiving or giving and how skillful they are)

↳loves receiving as much as he loves giving. She loves seeing your expression while she sucks you, but she also loves seeing you sucking her clit

P= Pace (how fast they are and how long they last in bed)

↳VERY FAST. It accelerates and when you reach the peak She slows down to tease you and see the look on your face that is capable of begging for it.

Q= Quickie (do they prefer fast and hard)

↳Velvet loves it, especially if it's before shows

R= Risk (do they like to try new things)

↳She loves taking risks too, if they both agree, that's great for her

S= Stamina (how many times they can go and how long each round lasts)

↳4-5 rounds

T=Toys (are they game for using sex toys on themselves or lovers)

↳There are some vibrators and a plug for you

U= Unfair (how do they tease or do they enjoy suspense themselves)

↳She teases you by squeezing your thighs at inappropriate times and talking nonsense in your ear

V= Volume (are they loud, what sounds, and do they talk)

↳She just lets out a few gasps and low sighs

W= Wild card (random sincannon of any sort)

↳One time, Velvet saw you messing around washing your plate and just slapped your ass and left like nothing had happened (LOL)

X=X-ray (what's down below in dem pants)

↳It's white just like her, but her clitoris is completely pink

Y= Yearning (sexdrive level)

↳Your libido is high, but not that much, I would say it is average

Z= Zzzz (do they sleep after if so how quickly after)

↳She waits for you to sleep before wrapping her around your waist and doing the same

I'll do a part 2 with abc SFW, ok? See you later, sorry for any mistakes and happy new year!! 🤍🫶🏿