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vngelicc · 1 year

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𓆩♡𓆪 “you don’t have to admit you wanna play, just let me rock you till the break of day,” – jock!jk

·˚ ༘ 💌 TAGS — simping at its finest, blowjobs, cum-swallowing, degradation, dumbification, jk is mean but also a praise fanatic, oc is a cute puppy who eats it all up, objectification(?) pretty sure bc jk just has unholy thoughts about oc, oc is THEE it girl, dirty talking, messy lil make-outs, thank you kiss on the tip LOL, PET NAME GALORE, oc is a nice lil bimbo everyone loves ❤️ even jk’s friends luv her

Jungkook listened to whatever the hell Jennie was explaining to him, in truth he stopped paying attention like five minutes ago. He sat there like a fried vegetable just zoning out and nodding mindlessly whenever Jennie looked at him and asked if he agreed etc. He didn’t want to be rude to Jennie but any more of this and he’d go insane he fears.

“So for the powerpoint I was thinking we should..” Jennie’s voice slowly fades out as the sound of the front door opening catches Jungkook’s eye/attention. Holy shit he doesn’t believe what he’s witnessing. He doesn’t realize he’s staring hardcore at Jennie’s poor unsuspecting roommate.

He instantly recognizes you as the girl he sees his team/friends go crazy over. You were quite the talk of the campus—cute, slutty, bimbo-like, these were some of the most common things said. If Jungkook had to admit, you were pretty cute and he’s only ever really seen you casually here and there. He finds himself licking his lips slowly and sitting up while clearing his throat.

“Hi Jennie, hi Jennie’s friend.” You sweetly say while waving at Jungkook politely. He gets an eyeful of tits and soft tummy as you pass by.

You’re wearing this soft pink tracksuit and white baby tee crop top which hugs your pretty little tits just nicely. Don’t even get him started about your backside which is enough in itself to bring a tear to his eye. Jungkook doesn’t realize he’s overdoing it with his staring until Jennie clears her throat pretty loudly.

“Ahem.” She glares at him, “As I was saying,” she shoves her laptop in Jungkook’s face.

He doesn’t see more of you because you end up heading down the hall to your room after saying “bye-bye” to both him and Jennie. “What? Why are you looking at me like that?” He grunts in annoyance.

“Not my roommate Jeon, you can go about fucking anything that fucking walks and has a hole between their legs but you leave y/n out of your lechery. Got it?” She hisses, “I can see the gears working in that stupid head of yours, so I’m warning you. Now help me with this powerpoint asshole, I’m not doing all the work.”

Jungkook internally groans—overprotective roommate, greaaat.

Whole time he works on the project his mind is filled with obscene thoughts and nasty little daydreams he comes up with just thinking about you. Jungkook’s had his fair share of hook-ups but none have ever truly made him go this crazy before. He’s fucking FIENDING for it, would be on his damn knees begging for you to crush his head with your soft thighs if he could.

Too bad Jennie said you were off-limits though. Unless..

Much to Jungkook’s dismay he doesn’t see you for the remainder of the time he’s there. He does see you more often around campus though, whether it’s you hopping out of your very pink car or you running about all over campus with a pink drink in your hands. He can’t get enough of you, and it’s fucking obvious to his friends who make fun of him for it.

“y/n, Kook? Really?” Yugyeom snorts, “Only in your fucking dreams will you ever hit that, your little guy down there probably wouldn’t even know what to do with all that ass.” Laughter all around them erupts as Yugyeom smugly smirks, happy with himself.

Jungkook rolls his eyes, “You’re so fucking stupid,” more laughing, “honestly, if anyone has more chances it’s me, you’re all either losers AND she’s never bat an eye at you. I don’t see any action from any of you either, all talk and shit.” He mutters while taking a drag from the blunt they were all passing around.

“Not true! y/n is a nice girl Jungkook.” Jimin snorts, “Watch,” he turns around and looks over the area for you, “hey y/n!” He yells while waving his arms. They all wait patiently for your reaction, low and behold you just end up proving Jimin correct.

You look confused at first until you smile brightly, “Hi,” you wave back while walking over, “what are you guys up to?” You tilt your head, lips pursed in a adorable little pout.

“Smoking.” Yugyeom replies curtly, “Want some?” He holds the blunt out to you.

Jungkook doesn’t know why but that shit irks the fuck out of him, he shoots his friend a glare and fans the smoke out of your direction before it can hit you. You smell like chai mixed with pumpkin, and he definitely does NOT want to ruin your pretty smell.

“No thank you,” you politely reply and then turn to look at Jimin again, “ ‘m a little sad though, because this morning I tried to make waffles but I didn’t know you had to actually pull the lever down and I didn’t get to eat my waffles.” You sigh wistfully, “See?” You hold out the raw and cold waffles wrapped up in a napkin, “And I don’t like it,” you shake your head, “you’re my friend right Jiminie? Can you buy me some waffles from the cafe pretty please?” You whine.

Jimin turns a little red at the nickname and nods, “Here,” he holds out a couple of bills, more than enough.

The other guys scramble for their wallets, “I’m your friend too right y/n?” They say while holding out their own money to you. Jungkook just stands there slack-jawed, he has never seen his own friends this fucking down-bad before. Oh, but they wanted to laugh at him for simping after you? Funny how the tables have turned.

“Reallyyyy?” You breathily giggle while accepting the money, “Thank you!” You kiss Jimin on the cheek before skipping away with literally breakfast, lunch, and dinner money.

“But I’M the fuckin’ simp? Yeah, totally.” Jungkook scoffs while shaking his head.

Jungkook starts making up an excuse to talk to you from then on. He doesn’t have to do much because you do all the talking for him, he just stands there listening to you ramble on and on about something he doesn’t recall asking. He thinks it’s cute when you stop mid-sentence and say in utter confusion, “What was I talking about again?”

If he could, he’d sit there and just listen to you talk all day. He’s surprised how much he likes your ditziness and dumb little brain fart moments, he finds that he doesn’t mind it so much. Like now, he was sitting there propped up against his car in the parking lot listening to you rant about astrology, time-loops, and anime..?

“Yeah?” Jungkook occasionally says while he watches you passionately explain to him what a fucking shinigami was.

“Think about it—politics and death notebooks, they go hand in hand for disaster and doom.” You softly say, completely side-tracking from the original topic, “I wish I had a shinigami though,” you pout while tapping your finger against your chin, “I think Ryuk is pretty cool. Have you seen the anime?”

Jungkook hums, “No, heard of it but haven’t seen it. So like, shinigami’s come with a death note or what?” He asks, ready for another little rant of yours (he doesn’t mind though). His eyes fall down to your pretty camisole you wore today. You were wearing these cute tight jeans that hung low on your hips, he loved the little pink bows you attached to the belt loops.

“Mm-hm,” you nod, “oh! I gotta go before I forget, all my undies shrunk in the dryer and now they’re pretty tight ‘n they fit a little smaller so now I have to buy some more.” You pout, “Bye Jungkookie,” you throw one arm around his neck as you side-hug him, standing on your tippy toes to reach his height as you press a kiss to his cheek, “bye-bye!” You wave and run off.

“Bye..” Jungkook whispers in awe, he smells a hint of your perfume on his shirt and he vows then and there he isn’t going to wash this shirt anytime soon.

The next time that Jungkook sees you it’s when he’s leaving your shared apartment after another project session. He sees you bent over while poking and trying to pull at the gas tank lid, which is obviously sealed shut. He whistles under his breath and walks over, eyes dropping down to your perky ass which is covered in these pretty little shorts which hug both cheeks nice and tight.

“What you doing down there, hm?” Jungkook leans against the car with his arms folded over his chest and an amused smile on his face, “Having fun?”

“Jungkook, hi,” you greet softly while standing up straight, “I was just trying to get this stupid thingy open because Jennie is letting me borrow her car cause mine is in the shop getting the windows tinted,” you pout, “but I don’t know how to open this stupid thing, and I wanna fill her car with gas as a thank you for letting me borrow it. Help meeeee,” you whine tugging at his arm.

“C’mere,” he loosely wraps an arm around your waist and guides you to sit in the driver's seat, “you see this baby?” He squats down so he’s eye-level with you, his free hand rests over your soft thighs while he points with his other, “You just pull this, and wa-la, the gas tank lid pops right open.” He chuckles and squeezes your thigh.

Your eyes brighten, “Reallyyy? How cool, thank you.” You happily throw your arms around his neck and hug him tightly, “no wonder that stupid thing wasn’t opening.” You giggle.

Jungkook takes a deep whiff of your soft coconut smell, he closes his eyes and sighs in pure bliss. This was the dream dammit, he never wanted to leave this spot EVER. “It was no problem really.” He mumbles more to himself while he stares at your pretty tits.

Fuck the friend code (if you can even call Jennie’s threat that), friend code didn’t have a pair of child-bearing hips and a ass shaped like a fucking peach like you did. Who was Jennie to keep all of you to herself so selfishly?

“Jungkook,” you softly say, “ ‘m gonna give you a thank you kiss.”

Jungkook laughs in amusement over how proud of yourself you look right now, he finds himself shaking his head and speaking in a lower pitched tone, “Yeah, where? Right here?” He turns his face to stick his cheek out.

A tiny little giggle escapes your lips as you nod at him, “Mm-hmm, right there.” You lean upwards to kiss his cheek gently, emitting a soft smacking noise as you happily smooch him. “There.” You say more to yourself.

Jungkook’s eyes drop down to your jiggly boobs which are pretty much in his face at this point. Your camisole somehow dips lower as your tits sit perfectly pushed together to accentuate their size. He tells himself not to but his dick seems to say otherwise as it stirs up in the confinements of his boxers. He already knows he’s about to be sporting a hard-on by the end of this interaction so he gives in.

“Want another kiss..” He mumbles while licking his lips, “But not on my cheek..got somethin’ else you can kiss.”

Your eyes follow his line of sight and you come across the very prominent bulge sitting behind his sweats. Your cheeks feel hot from embarrassment as the familiar throbbing sensation forms between your legs. Jungkook sees this when you suddenly begin rubbing your soft thighs together while staring back at him through half-lidded eyes.

“Whaddya say baby,” he lazily grins, “can I get that kiss?”

You stare back at him with those sweet puppy eyes of yours and nod eagerly.

Lips smacking against lips and quiet little moans/noises fill the otherwise dimly lit car (God bless his Mercedes for the interior lighting). You were tucked away on his lap in the backseat of the car, windows foggy and all as your hand slipped from the glass. Jungkook could die a happy man right now with the way he had a handful of ass sitting in the palms of his hands. He gave your soft cheeks appreciative squeezes as he kneaded the flesh roughly—greedily.

His own lips were a bit swollen from the hot make-out session but he didn’t mind, you were one hell of a kisser. One thing he didn’t see coming was how much of a little sex fiend you were, he swears he can’t keep up with how needy and slutty you are. He almost finds it cute how you pout and beg for him to let you have it while simultaneously humping him and refusing to let him part from the kiss.

Jungkook raised his hand and brought it down hard on your ass cheek, relishing in the resounding slap noise and how it recoiled/bounced in place. A slutty little moan escapes your lips as you pull back and pant softly against his lips, “Take ‘em off,” you slur softly, “hate these stupid shorts, gettin’ in my way.” You mumble with a tiny pout.

“Gonna let me see what’s underneath baby?” He looks up through his hooded eyes, grinning when he sees you eagerly nodding back at him, “Yeah? Go on then, slide ‘em off baby, show me what you got on.” He smacks your ass and gropes it harshly, only letting go when you whine at him while unbuttoning your shorts.

He swears under his breath as soon as the button pops open and you slip the zipper down. The hem of your undies comes into view, he sees a tiny bow sitting at the top so innocently and he can’t help but wonder what the rest of your panties are like.. Jungkook reclines back on the seat and parts his legs to make room for you.

You manage to slip your shorts down your thighs slowly with your hips swaying from side to side. Jungkook lets out an audible groan when he sees the cheeky undergarment that was hiding underneath. “Well don’t you look pretty,” he comments while running his hand over your ass, “bet you look prettier under.” He mumbles while licking his lips.

“But what about your kiss?” You pout.

Jungkook smacks your ass wickedly, “Don’t give me that fuckin’ pout. Didn’t know you were that eager to suck my cock, ‘s all you’re good for isn’t it baby? Just a dumb little thing who needs her mouth filled huh?” He grins when he hears you moan, “You gonna be a good little cock sleeve for me?”

“The best,” you happily slur, “ ‘m gonna swallow every last drop, promise.”

He finds it endearing when you hold your pinky out to him, and not wanting to be mean he hooks his pinky with yours, “Good girl.” He brings you in for a gentle little smooch, “Gonna ruin that pretty face of yours baby,” he whispers in-between kisses, “get on your knees for me.”

Jungkook finds that he likes how submissive and responsive you are to him, makes it a hundred times sexier in his opinion. You sink to your knees in front of him without missing a beat, you have your hands set over his knees as you sit there waiting with puppy eyes. “Go ahead baby, ‘s all yours.” He chuckles.

You eagerly paw at his sweats and with his help pull them down alongside his boxers until his fat cock is springing out and slapping against his lower abdomen. Your mouth waters when your eyes land on his perfectly sculpted cock, now you wanna feel it inside of you more than ever. His cock lays against his stomach, flush at the tip with prominent veins on the underside of his shaft.

“ ‘s mine…?” You whisper breathily while pursing yours lips, “ ‘s so pretty..” You’re talking more to yourself as you grab ahold of his throbbing cock and bring the mushroomy tip to your lips. Your tongue pokes out as you swirl it over the head, moaning softly at the tangy taste.

Jungkook bites down on his lip as he watches with hooded eyes, he can’t believe his wet dreams are coming true. Did he save an entire country in his past life? Made sense with how lucky he was right now. He brings his tattooed hand over the back of your head as he simply rests it there, letting you explore his dick like if it was a lollipop or some shit.

Your lips wrap around the head as you make these sloppy little sucking noises. Trickles of saliva begin to trickle down his cock, you use it as lube to stroke his girthy shaft—twisting and turning your hand around it while you noisily swallow around the tip. Jungkook’s lips part with breathy sighs escaping him, he relaxes into the seat and leans his head back with his eyes slipped shut.

You’re working wonders on his cock right now with the way you’re slowly taking more and more of him into your mouth. “Like that,” he whispers more to himself as he moans out again when you dip your tongue into the sensitive slit of his tip. Your strokes become slower but much more intense with the pressure you start applying. It’s getting a lot harder now to control himself from bucking his hips or something.

“Shit, don’t tease me baby,” he groans, “been thinking about your pretty little lips wrapped around my cock for weeks now. Knew you’d look pretty with a mouth full of cock.” Jungkook opens his eyes again to admire the view. “Open up for me baby,” he reaches down to thumb at your lower lip, “there you go—like that.” He grins.

He feeds you more of his cock watching as you eagerly take more and more until the tip hits the back of your throat. It sends you into a small gagging fit but the vibrations and pressure of your throat closing around him definitely sends zaps of hot pleasure down in his groin and lower belly. “Shit.” He groans loudly.

You whine around his cock and pull away to catch your breath, his cock slips from your mouth with a string of saliva connecting your lips to his cock. Jungkook hisses quietly under his breath and reaches down to stroke his slicked up cock, “Messy little thing you are.”

“Off, off, ‘s my turn.” You huff cutely before swallowing his cock in one go now that you’re a bit more prepared.

It takes Jungkook by surprise as he groans loudly and throws his head back. You begin working wonders with that sinful tongue of yours, pairing it with some mean ass sucks. He lets his hand slip from the back of your head to the nape of your neck, just holding you there as he lets you do your thing. You begin bobbing your head slowly while noisily swallowing around his cock.

“Fucking hell y/n,” he whispers slack-jawed, you’re a damn menace. How the hell is he supposed to last? “You just needed something to fill that needy hole of yours didn’t you?” He pants softly, “Knew the moment I saw you that you were made for my cock baby. If only you could see yourself now.” He licks his lips and gives your neck a small gentle squeeze between his fingers.

You slurp up all the slick you leave behind on his cock, your hand sits at the base just idly gripping him while your mouth does all the work. You pull all the way up until the tip sits in your mouth before you swoop back down to take all of him in. He repeatedly hits the back of your throat but you do a much better job at controlling your gag reflex this time around. Your sloppy pace definitely has Jungkook moaning and grunting under his breath.

“Gonna cum,” he sighs, “keep going—like that.” He whispers as a full body shudder falls over him.

You eagerly pull off his cock and begin stroking him at a frantic pace. You watch with glee as his cock begins to throb in your hold, but you don’t let it deter you one bit. You’re eager to see him cum, you want it all in your mouth. “Like this?” You say this while squeezing around the tip and flicking your thumb over it.

Jungkook gasps softly, “Fuck..!” He hisses.

You smile deviously and bring the tip over your lips, “Or like this?” You whisper, blowing softly over his sensitive head before you take him back into your mouth.

Jungkook lets out a mantra of “fucks” and “yes’s” as he reaches down to grip his cock, his hand covers your own as he begins moving your hand up and down on his cock. You suckle at the head and watch as he comes undone. “Oh fuckkk..” He whispers as his cock throbs, cum shooting down your throat as you swallow around him greedily.

He slumps in the seat and pants quietly while watching you clean his dick with your sinful little tongue. He doesn’t think he’s ever cum that hard in his entire life before. He saw the pearly white gates of heaven just now.. “A-Ah shit, no more baby, ‘s sensitive.” He chuckles breathily when you try to suck on his (slowly softening) cock.

You pull back with a cheerful smile on your face, the corner of your mouth has drool and a bit of cum but you don’t seem to mind, “ ‘s so pretty.” You coo like his dick is the most amazing thing ever, he watches you lean over to press a tiny little kiss to the sensitive head.

Are you even real??

“C’mere,” he pats his lap, “I saw the way you were humping your own hand like a bitch in heat the entire time you had my cock in your mouth.” He says as he hauls you up, “You also deserve a nice little thank you, don’t you baby?” He grins while stroking his hands over your soft cheeks.

You nod eagerly, “Mm-hm,” you wrap your arms around his neck and tug him closer, “do you wanna come upstairs after this? I wanna introduce you to my bunny Luna! Oh, and we can watch some anime together because I think it’s lame you haven’t seen Sailor Moon OR Death Note.” You huff in disbelief.

Little did Jungkook know that by saying yes to all that he’d end up staying for wayyyyy longer than he initially planned. You becoming (a important) part of his life was a bonus. <3

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mxstellatayte · 2 months

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OSCAR AND ACTION 2 !! POLITE OSCAT !! IM A FIEND >:D

nsfw under the cut <3 minors can lurk but please do not interact!

this one's a bit long because it's for victoria my beloved <3 love you bestie

the melbourne sun shines through the windows, and you slowly open your eyes, smiling when you're met with a familiar sight. your sleep-stiff hands reach up to gently move oscar's hair away from his face, the brown locks still somehow maintaining the annoyingly perfect swoop even in his sleep. he's beautiful. your legs are tangled with his below the sheets, the t-shirt you'd thrown on before falling asleep smells like him, and you don't have a care in the world thanks to the f1 winter break being in full swing.

oscar's eyebrows twitch when your fingertips accidentally brush his cheekbone, and he inhales deeply as he shifts. he groans, slowly opening his eyes and smiling at you sleepily. "good morning, baby," he says, his scratchy and deep morning voice setting off alarms in your brain.

"good morning, osc," you reply with a smile, wiggling your way up to press a kiss to his lips, but groan a bit when your thighs press together and the bruises that oscar had bitten into the soft meat of your legs the night before. the pain sets off more alarms in your brain, and you feel heat pooling in your tummy. "do we have anything going on today?"

"not that I'm aware of. why, do you have something up your sleeve that I'm unaware of?" you grin and shake your head, untangling your legs from him and stretching out your stiff muscles. oscar, realizing that he's stiff as well, mirrors you, stretching his entire body in a way that reminds you of the memes you're seen on twitter and tiktok comparing him to a polite cat. every time you've woken up with oscar, he's always stretched in the same way: he rolls onto his back, reaches his arms over his head, (holy muscles, wow,) and presses at the headboard to find some resistance for his torso to elongate. the groan that rumbles from his chest and out of his mouth as his eyes scrunch closed reminds you of how he'd looked the right before, his hands grabbing desperately at your hips, less so to guide you and more to ground himself, as you rocked your hips against him and filled you up so perfectly. "you alright, baby?" you whine in response, burying your face in his bicep before your invasive thoughts win and you bite down. hard.

you were expecting oscar to yelp or shore you off or maybe even laugh- your oral fixation is no surprise, and it's the reason oscar has a baby teeter in his backpack. what you weren't expecting, however, was for him to moan.

"scar?"

"fuck, baby, do that again, please." who would you be to refuse when he asked so nicely?so you bite down again, this time on a different part of his bicep you've careful to not bite hard enough for it to bruise but still add enough pressure to provide oscar some pleasure. the sounds he's making would be sinful normally, but with the addition of his sleep-deepened voice, you can't help but heave yourself up so that you're straddling oscar's hips the way you were last night.

oh.

he's hard.

"oscar," you mumble between bites, this time on his thick neck, "need you inside me. please."

"yeah." oscar nods below you, his breath heavy and his hips already wiggling beneath your cunt, seeking any friction they can get. "yeah. wanna fuck you" moments later, oscar's t-shirt is shoved up to your armpits and his mouth is attached to your right nipple as his hand grasps at your left breast and his hips thrust in and out of you at a perfectly lazy and unhurried pace. his cam from last night forms a milky ring around the base of his cock, and when oscar looks down to where you've joined and sees that, he thinks his heart stops a little bit.

"osc..." he's pulled back to reality by the feeling of your legs around his waist and the sounds of your high-pitched whines, sounding so perfectly fucked-out.

"yeah? what's up, baby? you okay?" he slows his pace momentarily and you almost sob, the loss of stimulation nearly painful.

"'m okay, just... so close. need to cum, please, oscar, please, can i cum?"

"yeah, baby. cum for me." oscar's fingers find your clit, and the combination of the added stimulation and his sleepy voice mumbling praises into your ear as he follows you into his own orgasm has you unable to form a single coherent thought, the only thing in your mind screaming "oscar, oscar, oscar."

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cerise-on-top · 4 months

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Was in the mood to write some more cringe again today!

Ticklish!Cast

Price: He actually is ticklish, just not in the most common places. If you really want to get him then he needs to want to be gotten as well. He’s ticklish on his palms and on his shoulders, so he could easily recoil from you if he wanted to. However, if you ask him nicely then he’ll oblige and let you. He’s actually pretty good at holding still as well. His giggles are actually pretty pleasant to listen to, they’re fairly low and not that loud either. If you really want to get him to laugh then you’ll have to go for one specific spot on his lower back. It’s still not too bad for him, but he’ll wiggle around a bit if you get him there and might turn around to grab your hand to get you to stop. He actually doesn’t mind being tickled either, especially not by his S/O, so go right ahead. If you hug him from behind afterwards then he’ll almost always let it slide as well. Not too big on revenge either, you’d really have to get him quite a lot of times for him to finally get his much deserved pay back and retaliate. He can take quite a lot as well when it comes to this sort of thing, it takes quite a while before he asks you to stop. Pulls you into a hug afterwards and nuzzles into you. There’s just something domestic and nice about being idiots together.

Gaz: He’s an SAS soldier, you’d think he’d be more immune to something as harmless as some tickles, but no. He can hold his reactions in for some time, but that’s about all he does. Freezes up for a moment before he tries to fight you off. He gets surprisingly weak as well when tickled good. You can wiggle your fingers just about anywhere on his body and he’ll break out into a fit of giggles eventually. However, he will try to get you back before the dam breaks, so watch out. If you can get him in a position where he’s unable to escape from you, he’ll eventually stop fighting you and start hiding his face behind his hands. Being tickled is kind of humiliating to him since he really can’t take much. However, even if you do beat him fair and square, he holds grudges in that regard. He’s a real fiend, he’ll get you back eventually. And if it’s not him then he’ll just ask Soap if he wants to gang up on you together. Up until a certain point he’s a real thrasher too, afterwards he just resigns himself to his fate and accepts he’s lost. But tickling him is almost always worth it because he’s got the cutest smile. Soap often threatens him with a tickle fight, so Gaz recovers fairly quickly. It doesn’t drain him as much as it used to either, he’s the victim surprisingly often as well. Makes it a game to get you to laugh even more than he did, though.

Ghost: As long as you don’t touch his right ribs you’re good to go. He actually has a bit of chub on his tummy as well, which is one of his weaker spots. Another good spot to go for would be his armpits since he’ll always clamp down his arms and trap your wiggling hands there. He doesn’t even do it voluntarily but he can’t help it either. Ghost is very much aware of his strength, so he tries his best not to pry you off too harshly. He could absolutely just deck you, and it would hurt, but he actively decides not to. If you’re really close then he’ll just barely fight back. He thinks he can hold his laughter in better than he actually can, but he does break eventually. Is actually weaker to gentle tickles than rough ones. Doesn’t want to just run away either as he believes it would make him seem weak. If you get to straddle him, then he just lets the tickling happen, even if he could likely just throw you off. His laugh can actually get surprisingly loud if you surprise him in his worst spots. Another good spot to get him in would be where his ribs meet his back and his chest. He doesn’t giggle very often, but when he does it’s just precious. Hold grudges, however. Will get back at you via wrestling you down and tickling you until you scream. Don’t test him, that’s a promise.

Soap: He’s a little shit when it comes to tickling. As you can imagine, he’s ticklish himself, squeeze his knees and you get some good reactions from him. However, these sorts of things are games to him that he intends to win. He won’t give you a breather, as soon as you get him you better make it count. Better get him in a situation where he can’t move. He’s pretty open to being tied up from time to time, so that’s your best bet. Although he may be a pretty silly guy, he won’t forget those sorts of things. You better be able to take what you dish out because he’s relentless. Tickle fights turn into tickle wars with that guy. He’ll pin you, he’ll restrain you, he’ll tie you up if he feels like it. Soap is a menace. You need to be rough with him and then there might be a chance of you getting away for the time being. He’s weak to raspberries on his tummy, but he recovers fairly quickly. He’s used to tickle fights, he challenges others all the time to one. It’s not impossible to tire him out, but he’s got a lot of stamina. Once he is all tuckered out he actually pulls you down with him for some cuddles. Might trace your tummy or wherever he can reach, though. Watch your back. Or maybe tickle him so often that he might get the idea of avoiding you. Assert dominance, even if he won’t leave you alone either way.

Alejandro: He’ll sometimes deliberately lose some of your tickle fights just because he wants to let go and have a good time. And what’s better than goofing around with your beloved? He’s a fan. Alejandro will let you pin him down and get him good. Actually has enough self control that he can expose even more of his more sensitive spots while you’re fooling around. You’re paying attention to his tummy? Look, he just raised his arms for you, won’t you get him there as well? It’s actually kind of ridiculous, he’s a strong man. He’s not even that weak to tickles, he could always just push you off, but it’s just that much fun. Once he’s had enough, however, you’re in for it next. He doesn’t go overboard, if you’re tired he’ll stop and nuzzle into your neck to draw the final few giggles from you. Once you’ve got him panting underneath you he, too, will pull you down for some cuddles. Alejandro is a very touchy guy in general. Besides, a tickle fight is a nice thing to bond over. There’s no need to worry about getting shot or worse, he can just let loose for once. Considering how serious he usually needs to be, he really needs it. While he may not be as open to some of your silly fights in public or on base, you’re more than welcome to start something like that in the privacy of your home.

Rodolfo: It really wouldn’t be all that surprising if you found out he was ticklish. He loves himself being tenderly touched, all the while being unable to take most caresses from you if you’re being too gentle. Caressing his cheeks with your fingers sometimes has him pulling away and giggling. He does apologize for that, though. Yes, he thrives under your touch, yes, he absolutely can’t take it either, men like him exist. He’s sensitive just about anywhere, so you can get him whenever you feel like it. For the most part, he doesn’t mind it either. If he’s in a sour mood then you might not want to tickle him, though, he doesn’t take too well to it. His reactions are precious, though. He’ll scrunch up his nose and try to get away from you, even as he’s backing away into a wall. Rodolfo doesn’t really fight back, though, as he doesn’t want to hurt you. Instead, he takes it like a man. His giggles are fairly quiet and somewhat high pitched as well. Not even his laugh is that loud and boisterous since he doesn’t want to make too much noise. Though, I should add that he does hold grudges. Will get back at you for tickling him. However, he’s not rough with his tickles. But he’s weak to rougher tickles. Drill your fingers into his hips and he’ll buck up to get you off of him. Does not have the self control Alejandro has.

Valeria: She is ticklish too, but you’re likely never going to find out about that. You could get her by lightly running your fingers behind her kneecaps or over the back of her thighs, but there’s a good chance you’ll never get that far. And even if you did, you’d only get a few giggles out of her. She has some pretty good self restraint and will simply grab your hand, pull you into her lap and tickle you until you’re a crying mess instead. She’s merciless when it comes to that sort of thing. Even if you were to try and wreck her, she’s a kicker and a thrasher. Has no qualms about kicking you either. Sure, if you’re her lover then she won’t kick you as strongly as otherwise. Sometimes, when she’s bored, she might entice you into trying to tickle her just so she has an excuse to tickle you back. Whatever you’re gonna do to her, she’ll get you back a million times worse. It would likely be for the best if you never find out she’s ticklish in the first place. But hey, maybe you’re into that sort of thing. Her giggles are pretty cute, though. She doesn’t giggle or laugh very often, so that will likely be one of the only times you will hear such a thing. If you’re bold enough to try over and over again, then she’ll commend you and let you do your things just once. However, she won’t giggle that time. You’d need to surprise her, because otherwise she’ll just hold her reactions in the entire time.

Graves: It’s not too uncommon for some of his Shadows to gang up on him together to try and get him to take a break. The entire company knows he’s ticklish by now and uses it to its advantage. He’s got a pretty ticklish back and tummy. The best part about that is that you and the Shadows can turn him however you want, he can squirm however he wants, some sensitive part of his will always be open for tickling. While there’s usually not that much strength behind his kicks, if you get him in a good spot then he might actually just be able to throw two of you off of him. He’s pretty loud when tickled, but still makes mental notes on who it is who’s tickling him. He handpicks his Shadows, and he knows you well, so he knows each and every one of you. And yes, he goes after each and every single one of you afterwards. If you were to give him a hug afterwards, though, then he’ll be more lenient towards you. Stays on the ground for some time to catch his breath and that’s a good time to take care of him. Won’t go after you immediately, but will when he finds the time to do so. Actually likes being tickled. It’s fun, it’s stupid. Perfect for a stinker like him. If he’s ever down in the dumps for no discernible reason, then he actually quite likes gentle cheer-up tickles as well, especially from you.

Alex: Almost as ticklish as Gaz. Doesn’t even try to contain his laughter around you. He just loves being touched by you in such an innocent manner. Tries to initiate some fights here and there because he loves your company just that much. There’s just something so nice about spending time with you, not having to worry about the worst things the world has to offer. Loves it when you’re hugging him and fluttering your fingers along his sides, he gets weak in the knees when you do. While he may know that’s just payback for what he usually does to you, he’ll sometimes still be surprised when you do it. Is actually open to games and challenges as well. Can he beat your time in Mario Kart as you gently tickle him? Would he be able to keep his arms up? The answer to that is no, not forever. Tries to fight you off eventually. That’s just reflexes kicking in, in reality he’d love to hold you even closer and fight back. Might sometimes hit you on accident, but he’ll always apologize to you for that. Scratch his back, he’ll melt into your touch as much as he becomes a giggly mess. However, he has his limits as well. Please respect those and you’re more than welcome to goof around with him whenever you feel like doing so. Alex is on cloud nine if you ever were to cuddle him afterwards. Yes, he’s strong, but nothing beats cuddling and snuggling you after having a good time.

Farah: Another one who really likes how stupid this sort of thing is. Please do initiate some fights with her, she wants to be able to relax and just be an idiot from time to time as well. However, she can hold her reactions in quite well. You won’t really get much out of her aside from the initial jerk when you surprise her and the first few giggles. Once she turns to you, that mischievous glint in her eyes, you know you’re done for. It’s not impossible to make the dam break, though. Gentle touches on her neck drive her mad, but she will fight you off if you touch her there. Spidering your fingers along her thighs is also a strong contender, however. Squeeze her sides and she’ll do what she can to get you off of her and tickle you back. Doesn’t ever give up either. She’s a cunning woman, she’ll find her way out of your grasp and get you back. Overall, it’s not only tickling, a lot of fighting is involved with her as well. Sure, she won’t give you a black eye, but she will fight you like you’re a soldier and pin you to the ground. Farah is also very competitive, so she won’t admit defeat. Please do take pity on her if you do win. She can take a lot, but even she has her limits, even if she’d never admit such a thing. A real kicker and thrasher as well, but apologizes while laughing if she genuinely hurts you.

Laswell: The fact that Laswell would allow you to tickle her is a privilege in and of itself. Although she may not like being tickled too much, she doesn’t even like being touched most of the time, she’ll sometimes allow it. Might scrunch up her neck if you try to brush her hair away from her neck. Her shoulder blades are also ticklish. It’s not often you get to hear her giggle. Her giggles are rather quiet, somewhat high pitched and super cute. Doesn’t get back at you either. You can tickle her from time to time with no repercussions, she’s not the vengeful type when it comes to you. Doesn’t ask you for tickles, but if it’s blatantly obvious that you like to tickle her, then she’ll let you. It makes you happy, so why not? Not always, naturally, only when she’s in the mood for that sort of thing. Your best bet would be to just ask her, though. She’s an honest woman with you, so she’ll tell you if she’s in the mood to be touched. Don’t go beyond anything that elicits some giggles from her, though. She doesn’t really enjoy rougher tickles, only gentle ones.

Nikolai: He’s an extremely cocky man. Yes, he’s ticklish, but there’s a good chance you’ll only find out about that months into your relationship. He could hold in his reactions forever, but where’s the fun in that? Teases you by giggling a bit as you straddle him and scribble all over his torso. It does tickle him, don’t get me wrong, but he loves taking all that fun away from you and show you what you could be able to achieve. Doesn’t let you take on the role of tickler very often, that’s reserved for very few occasions. When he feels ballsy enough he’ll let you tie him up so you can try different methods out on him. Won’t give you any hints on how to tickle him either, he’s just a dick like that. Finds it amusing how hard you try, though. Truth is, he’s feather ticklish. Run a feather or a makeup brush over his cheeks or neck and he’ll actively try to scramble away from you. Rough tickles really aren’t as bad as feathers. However, once you’ve found out about that little secret of his, he’ll get you good. Let’s hope he wasn’t tied up when you found that out, because he’s gonna make you scream and cry in retaliation otherwise. Nikolai is a little shit when it comes to tickling. Will always try to get the upper hand on you. Sure, he might still let you have a go at him when he feels like it, but he’ll always be vengeful, even if you didn’t dare to tickle him. Might as well take the chance and have fun with him.

König: Is super ticklish actually. Weak to all kinds of tickles, from feather tickles to rougher tickles. Tries to intimidate you into stopping, but it doesn’t really work since he just curls up into a ball. It’s not really intimidating at all while he’s giggling up a storm either. Absolutely hates it when you count his ribs, especially when you keep miscounting. But he loves you, so it’s alright. Not much of a thrasher for a while, he needs to regain some of his composure again while he’s being tickled before he can react much. Genuinely can’t move for some time, but once he can he’ll push you away from him and scramble away from you. Even just wiggling your fingers at him has him giggling. If you’re on top of him you can pretend to dig in, even though you aren’t, for maximum fun. He actually starts laughing, even when you aren’t tickling him. Sometimes he’s vengeful, sometimes he isn’t. It’s not hard for him to just hold you down and tickle you back. Sometimes he just puts you in his lap and goes for it. Only does it when you’ve tickled him previously, however. He’s not as rough as some other people when getting his revenge on you, but he won’t stop until you’ve apologized a few times to him. Won’t actually stop until he feels as though you’re genuinely sorry. He’s a colonel, he will not always accept such misbehavior from you. You need to be put in your place as well.

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cerastes · 11 months

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FNAF but you are a Rhodes Island canteen staff on a night shift trying to prevent Ceobe from raiding the kitchen .

It's a late night at the Rhodes Island canteen, the Elite Operators have an early deployment, and supplies are looking adequate... That is, as long as no incident occurs. Unfortunately for whoever is on shift, Rhodes Island is well known for its late night incidents, incarnated in nefarious individuals whose gluttony eclipses even the most furious of Catastrophes... And the Elite OPs are not going to be happy campers if they can't get their calories for their arduous missions...

--Five Nights At Rhodes!--

Your objective is to protect the delicious ingredients in the pantry from morally bankrupt evildoers that would greedily consume all they can get their hungry little pizza fingers on! Play as one of four culinary heroes to keep those fiends away from the Elite's caloric intake, or face the crushing guilt of seeing Rosmontis go hungry with a rumbling tummy!

The Centurions of Flavor:

Gummy

"The sign clearly says 'Ceobe not allowed', why are you still coming in!"

Known for world-class fried eggs and a healing enthusiasm, this Ursine Defender isn't just a soothing smile to have around, and can use her very own Reinforced Door to fully restore and strengthen one of the doors to the pantry! No means no!

Matterhorn

"Ethan, seriously, you can just ask for a sandwich... You're messing our inventory of available ingredients if you take them on the down low!"

Bodyguard, enforcer, butler, and renowned chef, Matterhorn works with the finest Kjerag ingredients, and knows a thing or two about keeping unwanted company out with his Sublime Sandwich, which can temporarily distract would-be interlopers with its peerless taste and aroma!

Kal'tsit

"If you want something done right, sometimes you have to do it yourself... Especially when the would-be crisis jeopardizes the stock of instant noodles in such dire and relentless a fashion."

The boss always has your back in Rhodes Island, and this emergency deployment is no exception! Any logistic is an important logistic! With her Spinal Assistant, Kal'tsit can order Mon3tr to hold one door while she holds the other one! There's no getting a fast one in on this Feline!

Just A Canteen Staffer

"I literally just work here."

With no special abilities to speak of, well... It's going to be a long, long night.

Crooked Adversaries:

Ravenous Hellhound

The nefarious nibler, infamous for her indignant disregard for signaling, reviled for her Indomitable March: What she lacks in tricks, she makes up for in pure perseverance, relentlessly trying to force her way in no matter how many times she's repelled. The countless signals that say "Ceobe Not Allowed" are said to be a ward against the Hellhound. A useless ward, that is.

Renegade Interloper

He moves like the shadow of a ghost, a feared culinary assassin that will make your ingredients and food vanish into the misty night, leaving behind no trace. This Persistence Predator will oftentimes camp outside a door almost completely invisible, waiting for your guard to grow lax. If one pays close attention, however, one might discern small ripples in space where there should be none, or hear a faint music from the Interloper's treasured earbuds...

Prowling Miscreant

The hunter's creed is that a mighty beast is only as strong as its weakest point, and her eye is already trained on the canteen... And the habits of its handlers. You'll be Drawing Dead the moment you think you have a leg up on the Miscreant, as she'll first observe your habits, and then continuously attempt entry from the routes you neglect the most, usually by syncing up with the advance of other Adversaries.

The Ghost of Babel

Feared for their truly wild consumption habits and seemingly unmatched ability to find their way into the pantry, this hooded enigma's wiry, fragile frame betrays their supernatural wiles. This unique Adversary doesn't move in the same way as the others, instead wandering the Area seemingly randomly, concocting their Magnum Opus by collecting all sorts of information and intel that we can't even begin to comprehend. If this is completed, then the Ravenous Hellhound will turn into a creature only known as "Golden Ceobe" and become completely unstoppable. Due to their timid nature, however, they can only work towards the Opus by being in a calm state of mind, achieved by not being observed for a period of time.

The full game COMING SOON to all stores in Columbia, Victoria, Great Yan, not Gaul, and Leithanien! Don't miss out on all these Centurions and Adversaries! Preorder now and get a code to an early download of the DLC Centurions [Fiammetta Who Aggressively Doesn't Want To Be Here] and [Just A Canteen Staffer the Holungday], as well as early access to the challenging DLC Adversaries [Scary Guy] and [D.I.D.I.]!

#arknights

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captainfern · 10 months

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Omg hi fern!!! You said you wanted some horny thots and ideas to get back into writing 👀 I'm thinking about a little overstim with our sweet gaz boy. Man could just eat you out for HOURS. But its getting a bit much so you literally have to BEG him for his dick already ): cuz you don't know how much more you can take before your brain turns to mush <3

Or vise versa - youre edging him forever and HES the one begging......... (something something big brown eyes)

Good luck with any writing you take on today!!! And I hope you're feeling better <3

core omg omg

18+, fem!reader

overstimulating you—

it’s quite literally canon at this point that gaz is a munch and sometimes he can get a bit carried away

he definitely eats you out for his own pleasure too, not just yours. he’s obsessed with the way you taste, the way you feel, the way you completely soak his face

he’d go at it for hours if you let him. i mean, he doesn’t have anything better to do (eating you out and making you feel good is more important than any errands he was supposed to run)

gaz had you sitting on top of him, straddling his face with your thighs either side of his head. his large, warm hands were heavy on your arse, kneading the flesh with his fingers as he held you down onto his face, keeping you in place so you couldn’t squirm away.

you had tried to wriggle away just once, trying to catch your breath. and who could blame you? gaz’s tongue was hot and firm between your folds, his nose repeatedly nudging your swollen clit as he sucked your arousal from you, tongue shifting in and out of you.

his eyelids were lowered, fucked-out by the way you tasted, by the weight of you on his face. he grunted and moaned into your cunt, the vibrations making you keen. he had already made you come four times like this— yes, for fucking times— and you realised he was aiming for a fifth.

you were sweaty, muscles weak as you gripped the headboard of your bed. almost your entire weight was on him now, too tired to hover— not that gaz minded. when you did sink most of your weight onto him, he moaned loudly and almost came in his fucking boxers.

“gaz…” you whimpered, tummy pulling tight as your fifth orgasm approached. your body was on fire, trembling against him as his tongue continued to fuck in and out of you.

you could feel him breathing hard against you, and you wondered if he could even breath properly. but clearly he could, as his eyes opened fully to stare up at you, and he moaned loudly into your cunt before shoving his tongue back into your hole with a wet squelch.

you whimpered, fiery hot pleasure coursing through your veins. the hands gaz had on your arse squeezed and pulled gently at the flesh, rocking you against his face. you moaned quietly, your voice strained, as his nose continued to bump against your throbbing clit and his tongue curled within you.

your fifth orgasm knocked you off balance. you gushed into gaz’s mouth— much to his delight, as his eyes rolled and he groaned loudly— and gripped the headboard for dear life. your entire core throbbed as you came down from your high, body fizzling, legs clamped around gaz’s head.

he continued to lick you through it, too. even when your orgasm had waned, gaz continued to drag his tongue up through your folds, circling your clit before sucking it into his mouth. you could feel his hips bucking behind you, knowing he was desperate for release. just a little longer in your cunt and he’d come untouched.

true^ that man could come just by eating you out. it’s his form of stress relief too

especially a fiend for it when the both of you are drunk or high— “come on, baby, please. s’let me make you fell goooood. c’mon, baby, just sit on my face and’ll make you come, hm?”

the first time he came untouched while eating you out, you were shocked and he was humiliated. you assured him it was fine with your words and kisses, and by cleaning up the mess with your mouth and then sucking him off afterwards <3

overstimulating him—

oh my god he’s a whimperer when he’s overstimulated and i’ll die on that hill even if no one climbs it with me

gaz’s the type to be begging and begging, whimpering loudly and not giving a fuck about trying to keep his resolve anymore. his hips’ll buck and twitch, chest heaving

he loves when you suck his dick, definitely. but he also loves when you jerk him off— seeing your pretty hand wrapped around him, covered in his cum, making a right mess? he’d come again from the sight

“oh fuck, f-fuck, baby, oh my god—” gaz whimpered, hips twitching beneath you as you wrapped your hand around his cock. you’d made him come twice already, consecutively, and that had had an affect on him.

your hand was sticky with his pearly cum, your grip slick as you stroked his cock. his tip was flushed, ruddy and leaking pre-cum in a continuous dribble. the shaft of his cock was shining in his cum, splatters dripping through his pubic hair and along the tops of his thighs.

after a long time away, and after picking him up from the airport, you had to pull the car over to give him some attention. he needed it so bad, especially evident with the way he was whining and begging for you— begging to keep going despite the stimulation, whimpering how good it all felt, how happy he was to be home.

“ah— my god, baby, s’too much, m’gonna come again,” he whined, head falling forward to rest on your shoulder, mourning at your neck and breathing harshly. “so fuckin’ good, fuck— fuck, oh my— ah, please, baby, please.”

he hoped for a split second he wouldn’t have a dry orgasm— shooting out nothing as his body struggled to catch up. but his body was too long gone, and he didn’t give a shit as his next orgasm flared up inside him, his balls tightening and his cock twitching in your hand.

he came a lot. thick, hot cum splattering over your fingers in stripes as his cock jerked. he cried out, body heaving as he came, whimpering your name into your neck as you stroked him through it.

“there you go, kyle, there it is. you feel good? s’that feel good?” you asked, finally stopping the movement of your hand.

“mhm…” he hummed, tired.

the entire time he came down from his numerous highs, you hugged and kissed him and whispered words of affirmation. he always loved it when you did that.

also true^ sure, he loves being slightly more dominant, but he’s always a sucker for being preened and peppered with your attention like a kitten lol

he only lasts that long with overstimulation when it’s your hand or your mouth. your pussy? he’s coming over and over and whimpering and whining, rendered a sobbing mess because he just loves your cunt so much. he lasts just a bit longer when you don’t use your pretty cunt

the right amount of nasty that if you’ve sucked him off, and have a face/mouth covered with his spend, he’ll kiss it or lick it off while he fucks you <3

#captainfern #captainfernsalutes #kyle gaz garrick #gaz smut #cod smut #cod gaz

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darylsdelts · 6 months

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Hi😊 I was wondering if you could write the A - Z NSFW head canons for Daryl when you feel like it? I really love how you write him!

Tysm for this anon! This is fun!

Please keep in mind that sometimes I’m in the mood for subby Daryl and sometimes the opposite so my own opinions constantly change so, aside from this… yes Daryl is also daddy.

Aftercare - in the beginning, Daryl definitely doesn’t know what to do with himself after being intimate with you. The first few times, he pulls away after without saying anything and would either head out or just make some space between you. After he realises you actually want him there and understands what he should do then he definitely holds you close to his chest, a kiss on the top of your head, tells you he enjoyed it and he loves you.

Body - favourite body part… Daryl’s a boob man. He don’t give a shit, big or small but he loves em. (Norman is the biggest fucking boob man so so is Daryl, ok?) he also loves your eyes because he finds comfort in them, being able to hold eye contact is a big thing for Daryl. That being said, he basically get separation anxiety if he hasn’t been able to play with your pussy for a while😭 (not really but you’re his first time for everything so he just can’t get enough)

Cum - hear me out, Daryl used to get scared to cum. Like it took a while for him to get used to it. He’d enjoy show good it all felt but as soon as he would get too close he’d ask you to stop, he didn’t know why but he’d get all panicky. Until one day you very gently told him you were gonna make him cum and you guided him through it. It’s not like he hadn’t jerked off before, he didn’t even understand the anxiety himself. But the first time you did make him cum, there was quite a lot and he got real shy but he enjoyed it and since then he’s a fiend for when you just use your hand. He’s not really into cumming on your face but he likes the tummy. Even though he knows he can’t, sometimes he’ll still beg to cum inside you.

Dirty secret - he secretly likes the thought of you forcing him to watch yourself get off on your own fingers, tormenting him and not letting him touch you or himself. You’d have him practically rutting into thin air as he watched your fingers work hard, wishing it was his cock.

Experience - Daryl had no experience before you, he was a virgin. He didn’t outright say that but you caught on and you eventually asked him about it, which to your surprise he didn’t get defensive about, he was more ashamed than anything. But good Lord, he used his fingers liked he’d been in training his whole life, sure he was inexperienced but it didn’t show. The only telltale sign was his premature ejaculation the first time you two messed about and also how he humps his hips against the mattress when he eats you out.

Freaky - He’s not freaky lmfao. He’s pretty vanilla, with a submissive streak. The most dominant he gets is calling you a good girl and making you suck his fingers. Other than that he’s gentle and tends to slip into a sort of submissive role.

Goofy - Daryl’s too focused to be goofy. Nothing to laugh about if his girl ain’t cumming yet. But he’s not boring, obviously, just usually too caught up in pleasure. Unlessssss… you’re overstimulating him, something he loves, then he might get a little giggly accidentally but only because he doesn’t know what to do with himself when you’re attacking his sensitive head.

Hair - Daryl’s hair is sparse on his chest and torso but his happy trail gets a little darker, not black though, I would say probably a medium brown colour, let’s remember he’s a blonde baby at heart. He’s got a little bit of bush going on but he trims it now and then. As for you, he couldn’t care less, he’s still gonna eat his meal 😋! If you do get the chance to shave, he’d most likely be surprised. “What’s this? Ya been shavin’? Hope ya ain’t done it fer me”. He wouldn’t want you to think you have to shave for him to find you attractive, to be honest it kinda throws him off when you’re hairless.

Intimacy - he’s a needy fucker for a cuddle. He don’t look like it but he might as well be the damn cuddle monster when it comes to you. In private of course. In public he’d just squeeze your hand and maybe kiss your forehead if no one’s looking but PDA makes him uncomfortable. That’s why he’s so touchy and clingy at home.

Jerking off - not much time for Daryl to touch himself, also, he’s with you so he might aswell just ask you to do it. However, if for any reason you’re apart, he might get a little pent up, start daydreaming about things you say to him and how you say it “such a good boy, Daryl” he’d practically fuck his hand, being so desperate for release that he’d cum way too fast. He also likes to cup his balls when he cums.

kinks - secret mommy kink secret mommy kink secret mommy kink. He didn’t know he had one but he did know that he tends to gravitate to nurturing women who make him feel comforted but he’s never found any sexual desire there until he met you. So attentive and so nurturing, you always knew what he needed… it just slipped out one time, you were straddling him whilst he was still clothed. You’d teased him all day and he was a mess, rutting against your core through his jeans, begging to be touched. He couldn’t help it when he had an accidental orgasm in his pants and moaned out “m-mommyyyy”. And boy did you hold him to that.

Location - Home. Daryl don’t take no risks! Except for when he lets you tease him under the table at meetings.

Motivation (turn ons) - you, especially if you’ve been fighting, he loves watching his girl fight. Your kindness turns him on as-well, unless someone takes advantage of it, then he’s out to kill.

No (turn offs) - roughness, he’s not into being rough with you or you being tough with him. His life’s been rough enough.

Oral - he gets whimpery when you suck his dick, he bucks his hips and whines and he fucking loves it. Almost as much as he loves to eat you out. He’d lay on his stomach, eating you out whilst simultaneously rubbing his cock against the mattress, leaving a puddle of precum.

Pace - usually a slow to medium pace, he likes making love to you but if he’s stressed or had a rough day, he’s gonna go fast. That’s the only time he’ll be overly dominant. Basically just using your body.

Quickie - as much as he thinks about it, Daryl’s not pushing you up against a tree mid-hunt. It’s dangerous and not exactly comfortable for you. The closest thing he’s gotten to a quickie is one time you teased his cock through his jeans during a group dinner and he was so close to cumming he basically dragged you to the bathroom and had you suck him off.

Stamina - less than he had in the beginning 😭 he’s 55 now, he’s still got impeccable stamina and could go for round two but not as quickly as he could at 40.

Toys - one day, you came home from a scavenge with a vibe, he was a little annoyed, saying you could’ve got more important things but you assured him that this was all you found. He assumed it was for your use only but… you held it to his frenulum and suddenly he was glad it was all you could find. You told him that if you found a dildo you could use that on him too but he couldn’t tell if you were joking or not, maybe he’d let you use your fingers before any of that… maybe.

Unfair - after all of this submissive Daryl talk, he does like seeing you flustered, he likes to tease just as much as you do, he makes it like a little competition.

Volume - he’s quiet, small grunts and whimpers unless the vibe is involved then you gotta stuff your panties in his mouth.

Wild card (random hc) - likes when you worship his body, makes him less insecure (which he very much is but shouldn’t be)

X-ray - 7 inches and thick! Tip is a pinky red and he’s uncut. His balls are heavy asf but pretty tight. 4 inches when soft and when he’s hard it stands to attention with no curve.

Yearning - tried to play it cool… still tries to play it cool but is obsessed with you.

Zzz - as soon as you’re snuggled up, he’s gone. Fucking finally, he never slept well before you.

God this took fucking ages.

#daryl dixon imagine #the walking dead fanfiction #twd daryl #daryl dixon fanfic #daryl dixon fanfiction #daryl x reader #daryl dixon smut #daryl smut #norman reedus #twd smut

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onmyyan · 7 months

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Marcos Delmont NSFW ABC'S

A = Aftercare (what they’re like after sex)

Giggly and fucked out, he'll lick you clean before flopping down on top of you, likes to put his whole weight on you like a human blanket, once he catches his breath he's all over you, checking for any sore spots, kissing along the flesh with a certain tenderness.

B = Body part (their favorite body part of theirs and also their partner’s)

Unashamedly proud of his dick, and fun fact, he's one of those rare men who actually knows how to take a good dick pic, on you however, he's very very fond of your tummy, big or small something about the soft, warm flesh there makes his brain go fuzzy, likes to bury his face in your stomach and just melt.

C = Cum (anything to do with cum, basically)

He's a freak and loves to make a mess of you both, multiple rounds are the minimum around here which means more often than not you're both covered in his cum, prefers hitting it raw for many reasons but the number one is getting to see his cum drip off your perfect body like a claim over you.

D = Dirty secret (pretty self explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs)

Oh he's dirty but has no secrets when it comes to sex with you, he's open and willing to try anything once meaning he flaunts his freaky bits a lot, case and point, he loves to film you two, all different angles, likes to wink at the camera cuz he knows you two are gonna watch them someday.

E = Experience (how experienced are they? do they know what they’re doing?)

Community Dick 🗣️🤚🏼

Nah I'm playing but he does have the most experience out of all the Delmonts, meaning this certified munch knows how to play your body like a guitar.

F = Favorite position (this goes without saying)

Whatever positions let him see that bulge in your tummy, don't get me wrong he looooves hitting it from the back, the way you arch into him, but getting to see himself inside of you, turns his brain off, likes to press his hand against the bulge to make you cry out.

G = Goofy (are they more serious in the moment? are they humorous? etc.)

He's somewhat in the middle, its lighthearted but at the flip of a dime he can get real serious about your pleasure.

H = Hair (how well groomed are they? does the carpet match the drapes? etc.)

Carpet does match the drapes, likes to shave designs into it, currently has a heart.

I = Intimacy (how are they during the moment? the romantic aspect)

He tries to be romantic, really he does but he's so nasty it comes off as lustful, although after he cums he's extremely clingy, needs that skin to skin more than oxygen, very romantic in that post haze.

J = Jack off (masturbation headcanon)

Total fiend both before and after you, but can you blame him? Everything you do turns him on, you've caught him many times and he grins like it was his plan all along, likes to huff your panties while he does it, lots of moans of your name.

K = Kink (one or more of their kinks)

Crying kink, god he loves getting you so worked over you can't help but cry those pretty tears for him, teases you for crying like he wasn't just edging you for three hours, Filming also turns him on like nothing else, has dozens of files of you two,

L = Location (favorite places to do the do)

If he can get it in he will, he has no shame and will pop a bitch in public if they had anything to say about it, loves you anywhere anytime but his favorite place to tear your guts up in is his secret little base he has to himself, has fucked you over every surface in the warehouse .

M = Motivation (what turns them on, gets them going)

The breeze could blow on his meat and suddenly he's calling you coming to wherever you are at the moment and begging on his hands and knees for pussy,

N = No (something they wouldn’t do, turn offs)

Will never truly put you in harms way, he's kinky but if he feels like there's a real risk of danger it ain't happening

O = Oral (preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc.)

m.u.n.c.h he's fifty-fifty on preference but he adores going down on you, and makes it a game between himself to see just how often he can make you cum on just his tongue, very very skilled with that pinky muscle in his mouth, and when he adds his finger in the mix? you're done for.

P = Pace (are they fast and rough? slow and sensual? etc.)

Fast and rough is your go-to, even if he tries to slow down he gets so lost in you, in the pleasure it ruins him, he controls the pace but you control him.

Q = Quickie (their opinions on quickies, how often, etc.)

Oh yeah, he's all about a quickie, anytime anyplace remember? loves to make you cum in this almost frantic giggly way, the thrill of doing it somewhere risky makes it all the more sweet.

R = Risk (are they game to experiment? do they take risks? etc.)

Very willing to try things out and experiment, he can't help his curiosity, how far he can push himself in the name of your pleasure, how far he can push you, it's all very addictive.

S = Stamina (how many rounds can they go for? how long do they last?)

4-6 each round lasts a minimum of an hour and he won't stop till you've came.

T = Toys (do they own toys? do they use them? on a partner or themselves?)

He will use toys occasionally but it gets to his head and he'll start competing with it.

U = Unfair (how much they like to tease)

This mother fucker is an absolute monster when it comes to teasing you, he will go on for hours nipping, sucking, and loving on you, there's no end in sight, even when you're in tears blubbering about nothing, he won't stop.

V = Volume (how loud they are, what sounds they make, etc.)

Very loud, he's a moaner and a curser, lots of grunts of your name and chuckles of disbelief, he can't believe how good you feel, how right it is to be inside of you, lots of whining towards the end.

X = X-ray (let’s see what’s going on under those clothes)

W = Wild card (a random headcanon for the character)

Will cum on the spot if you spit in his mouth

7.3 inches

Y = Yearning (how high is their sex drive?)

HIGH Lord have mercy he needs it all the time will be on his hands and knees if it meant a crumb of poonani

Z = Zzz (how quickly they fall asleep afterwards)

Not quickly, he gets more energetic than anything, ready for more rounds or to play some overwatch with you between his legs

#yandere #yandere x reader #yandere x y/n #yandere oc x reader #delmont brothers #marco delmont #marcos delmont x reader #yandere oc marcos #marcos x reader

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starcrossedreaders · 1 year

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im literally fiending for a leon x reader fic inspired by stargirl interlude i just love that song sm and i cannot stop thinking of leon when i hear it!! like maybe reader is making dinner for leon for when he comes home from work, but the food isnt what hes craving when he gets home!?! youve done leon so much justice with ur fics and ur my fav leon writer so i figured i would send this request to u!!!

Authors Note: heheheh Thank you so much I hope you enjoy this beauty.

Warnings: Leon and reader fighting, ANGRY SEX p in v (wrap it before you tap it) Leon being MEAN, name calling,

Ungrateful bitch.

That's what Leon was to you right now; ungrateful.

But in this moment all of those thoughts crashed out of your head.

"You aren't the only one with a tiring job. I didn't have to make you dinner. So you either eat it or you don't."

I had a vision

A vision of my nails in the kitchen

Scratching counter tops, I was screaming.

"This is the third week we have had pasta now. I'm tired of it." Leon uncrossed is arms to put of three fingers to make a point.

"And I'm tired of you being ungrateful!" You raised your voice.

That one sentence is what had you in your position now. You were bent over your kitchen counter.

The edge of the counter bit into your tummy as Leon relentlessly rammed into you over and over again. There was no mercy in his thrusts, in fact, he wanted it to hurt.

My back arched like a cat

My position couldn't stop

You were hitting it

His hot breath fanned over your neck as he tangeld his fingers in your hair pulling your head up.

"Who's ungrateful now huh?" His cold dark words sent a shiver down your spine.

And I shouldn't cry, but I love it, starboy

And I shouldn't cry, but I love it (I love it), starboy

And I shouldn't cry, but I love it, starboy

Leon watched as fat salty tears ran down your cheeks the harder his hips rammed into you. He even leaned over and licked a few of them away with a smirk. Your eyes were squeezed shut as your mind was clouded by lust. It hurt so good. The way he was kissing into your cervix, his harsh grip on your hair, and the screams that left your throat.

Drool leaked out of the corner of your mouth as your babbled incoherent words.

"I fucked you stupid," Leon huffed out a laugh. "Gonna let me cum in this pussy?" His voice was husky as he whispered in your ear.

You could only shake your head as broken pleas fell from your mouth.

"no no no." Each word came out punched with each thrust.

"Too fucking bad, you're going to take my load and be grateful." His thrusts turned erratic and sloppy the closer he got to the edge.

I just wanna see you shine 'cause I know you are a stargirl

With one last thrust, and the loud sound of skin slapping Leon finally let go. He pushed himself as far as possible kissing your cervix. You clenched around him as you felt his cock throb and paint your walls.

Leon let go of your hair causing you to fall forward to lean on the counter. Your legs were shaking as he slowly pulled out of you. He hissed as he watch his seed drip down your leg. Bending down he pulled your pants up giving your aching pussy a slap.

Leaning into your body he whispered. "Who's ungreatful now?"

He took his cold plate of food and walked to his office leaving you there with is cum oozing out of you. Taking a deep breath you laid your head on your arms.

He didn't even let you finish.

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kazutora-kurokawa · 4 months

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The Kafka brainrot is killing me, but I have a slight spark of motivation at 12 in the morning 🙌🏽

NSFW - MDNI

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Just imagining being Kafka's bimbo girlfriend and wearing cute little skirts for him. He'd be an absolute dog, even in public he wouldn't be able to keep his hands off your body, especially your thighs.

"Kafka!"

"Yes princess?"

"Stop.. we're still in public baby."

"I know princess, just lemme lift your skirt a little, get a peek at what you're wearing underneath~"

Don't get me started on when you wear tight dresses for him, he'd literally be drooling. The sight of a nice dress hugging your curves in all the right spots has him fiending for your pussy and he's gonna be extra clingy until he gets to fuck you.

"Fuck princess, I been waiting to bury my cock inside you all day, so fucking warm f'me."

His hands are all over you, on your waist, your hips, your thighs, your tummy, your tits. Anywhere he can grab, he'll grab.

"You're so soft darlin, feel so good in my hands."

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@arlerts-angel @i-literally-cant-with-this @trevengersprincess @giugiette @katkusuo @happy-trenchcoated-impala @drunkcheesecake @darkstarlight82 @reiners-milkbiddies @manji-hoe @southside-otaku @xxchthonicreaturexx

#kafka x reader #kafka smut #kafka hibino smut #kaiju no. 8 smut #kaiju no. 8. headcanons #KAFKA HIBINO THE MAN YOU AREEEE 😮‍💨#my kitty is literally doing backflips rn I'm not even lying 😭 needa write for Hoshino next 😮‍💨

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babyhatesreality · 4 months

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hello hello! i hope you’re well!💕 imagine the following:

baby being a hot chip fiend.

the thought has not left me. i’m plagued with thoughts of it on the daily.😭

since katie cat is a modern little, the thought of her enjoying and munching away on takis or hot cheetos while steve and/or bucky just recoil at the spiciness of it just makes me laugh.

especially since steve and bucky were just raised in a completely different time, a stomachache waiting to happen for them, is literally just a casual little snack for her.😭💀

however, there’s also the possibility that at least one of them…bucky would like the spice.

OMG @spoopynortherndownwhore!! So this is hilarious for a multitude of reasons. The first being- I adore this idea and it makes me laugh so hard- you are a genius. Also I'm so sorry for the delay. The second- I am the absolute opposite of a hot chip fiend. Like some of the Taco Bell mild stuff is too much for me. So I have absolutely no idea how to write it because I am literally that person that get a whiff of a spicy scent and starts making faces like a two year old confronted with broccoli.

So all that being said....Imma make some stuff up because it makes me laugh and because you are amazing and I hope it makes you laugh!

This one time you were grocery shopping with Bucky, and a package of Flaming Cheetos caught your eye. You thought the cheetah with the fire behind him was pretty, so you asked if you could get it.

Bucky wasn't sure about this. "Baby, these are hot and spicy. I don't think you're gonna like 'em." But when your face crumpled with disappointment, of course he couldn't handle that. He tossed them right into the basket. "What the heck. Let's live a little."

Your cheering and giggles was all he needed to know it was the right move.

Once you got home, you were desperate to try them, but Bucky insisted on you eating a normal lunch first. Once you finished your pb&j and carrot sticks, you both decided to try them together.

At the first taste, your eyes widened from the burn, your nose wrinkled as it ran, and your tongue felt like it was on fire. And you liked it a lot. You didn't care for the burn, but once you got past that the taste was really good! You reached for another one, but your hand was intercepted.

Because Bucky, who had popped one in at the same time as you, was nearly gagging. He felt like his face was exploding, his guts were on fire, and he didn't even want to think about what was happening in his colon.

"Absolutely not," he wheezed at you, keeping a hold of your hand while snatching the bag. He put the offending fire chips from hell in the top cabinet above the fridge where you couldn't reach even with your step stool before grabbing the gallon of milk. He sloshed some into your glass quickly, before drinking straight from the jug himself.

Once he tamed the burn, he became aware that you were just watching him curiously, having not touched your milk at all.

"Didn't that burn?" Bucky asked, his voice still hoarse from the spice. You nodded.

"Yeah but it was fun!"

"FUN?!"

"Yup! Can I have another?"

"No, baby, I don't want it to hurt your tummy."

"Doesn't hurt!"

"It might not hurt now, but it'll hurt later. No more flaming hot cheetos."

"Dat's no fun."

"You'll thank me later."

"You didn't like dem, Daddy?"

"They're not gonna like ME, munchkin. Drink your milk please."

After you had obeyed and had a milk mustache, you tried again. "Dey didn't taste good to you?"

"They tasted fine, but that burn....yikes," Bucky mumbled as he wiped your face.

"I like da taste too!"

"The taste WAS good, but it's not worth it."

"Please, Daddy? Just one more?"

"Sorry Trouble, it's not happening again."

"But what if Papa like da taste? Can he has them?"

"Okay, now THAT'S a fun idea."

Later that night, Bucky had convinced Steve to try one, and relented on letting you have another- mostly so he could watch Steve's reaction to you having no reaction.

It went exactly how you think it would go.

Steve banned them from the house after watching you down three cheetos in a row in absolute horror.

When you asked what was going to happen to the rest of the cheetos since they weren't allowed in the house anymore, Bucky brushed it off, saying they'd take care of it.

What you didn't know, was after Steve had tucked you into your bed that night, he caught Bucky sneaking a handful of them in the kitchen pantry with a tub of ice cream next to him.

Bucky just blinked at him innocent. "Don't you judge me, Rogers."

"Fine, Barnes. But you either point your ass the other way in bed tonight, or you're sleeping on the couch."

#daddy!bucky #daddy!bucky x little!reader #daddy bucky #daddy bucky x little reader #daddy stucky #daddy!stucky #daddy!stucky x little reader #daddy stucky x little reader #daddy!steve #daddy!steve x little!reader #daddy steve #daddy steve x little reader #daddy steve rogers #daddy steve rogers x little reader #daddy!steve rogers #daddy!steve rogers x little

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romanoffsbish · 1 year

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We Bought a Zoo

Wanda x Natasha

WandaNat x F!R

Request ( @mostlymarvelsstuff )

Warnings: None. Super fluffy | 6,350 Words

Smut: Natasha has a dick. Daddy (N), Mommy (W), Peach (R), Oral (All), Fingering (R), Magical Bonding—Unprotected Sex, Spanking, Choking, Breeding.

18+ | Minors DNI | Marked / Please Don’t Report

"Natalia," Wanda barked without any bite, her patience with her girlfriend was nearing paper thin, but at the end of the day she was just too cute to really yell at, especially when she's just excited for the prospects of the day ahead.

Natasha pouted at her, she'd be the picture of innocence too if not for the pink frosting on the tip of her nose, and the sprinkles on her chin.

"Stop eating my decorations, and start setting up the tray with the breakfast I cooked her."

"Okay," Natasha innocently kissed Wanda's lips, the touch meant to be distracting, so it was firm, she was attempting to dip her hand in the bowl of rainbow sprinkles, but the witch was always a step ahead, "Nice try kotenok."

The redhead sulked away after the red wisps released her wrist, her pout managed to be even deeper now, but it didn't stay low for long as she popped one of your grapes into her mouth, giving herself away as she hummed.

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"You should have at least ten cavities with how much sugar you eat, you're a fiend Natalia."

Natasha snorted in amusement, "What can I say Wands, I have a taste for the finer things in life, if I had it my way I'd be skipping all the sweet confections, and go straight into eating the entree; skip all the wooing at the zoo."

Wanda slapped her girlfriend in the back of the head with a dish towel, her powers moved the fabric across the room with exact precision.

"Ow!" Wanda stuck her tongue out at her lover, and before the redhead could retaliate Friday was whispering, "Here's your report on Y/N, it appears she is finally stirring, and my system indicates she will be up within ten minutes."

"Thanks Friday," Natasha mumbled over a strawberry, making her lover grimace when a chewed up piece landed on the clean counter.

"Wow, I just don't understand how I landed such a stunner," Wanda sassed at the woman who met her words with a roll of the eyes, "When was the last time you cooked breakfast in bed for me Wanda? Hm? Oh yeah, never."

Wanda shrugged, an air of indifference in the gesture, "Most days you 'eat' coffee for breakfast, then complain at lunch time that your tummy hurts. Can't help the hopeless."

"Hey, I am not hopeless!"

"Update: She is awake, and heading to the bathroom," Friday cuts their bickering off, and in a split second Nat is darting towards your shared floor to ensure you don't plan to venture elsewhere, and fortunately for the couple trying to surprise you, you didn't.

*The coast is clear, the lioness has returned to her den, I repeat, she has returned to her den*

Ten minutes later Wanda gracefully waltzes into the hallway, trays of food follow her as she effortlessly manipulates them with her powers.

Natasha settles for knocking on the door, and after she heard your soft come in, she opened the oak door with a silly entrance of her head poking through a crack, "Are you decent?"

"Yeah," you laughed out, and the rumbling only intensified when Nat muttered out a "Damn.”

After the clearing of Wanda's throat Natasha fully entered your room to make room for the other half of the duo to enter with all the food.

"Good morning sunshine," Wanda greeted as she plopped down right beside you, and used her magic to open the blinds to your bedroom. You groaned, and much to the witches delight you buried your face against her shoulder to hide away from the blinding light. Natasha glared at her, and received only a smug smirk in response as she effortlessly shifted you into her hold completely to snuggle you for a bit.

"Hey, stop hogging the birthday girl," Natasha piped up only a minute later, her hands began to tug at your shoulder, and you slowly peered up at her with a soft smile, "Join us Natty, and I will gladly give you some morning snuggles."

Natasha catapulted over your bodies in a flash, she landed flat on her stomach but swiftly rolled to her side, opening her arms and lifting her brows suggestively, "Gimme, gimme!"

Wanda's arms instead tightened around you, you softly giggled into her neck, "Wands you have to share me with Tasha." causing the rise of goosebumps to bloom across her body.

"Says who?" She challenges, "I deserve them, I made breakfast, and all she did was eat it."

"I set it up!" Natasha huffs, and in a show of strength she manhandled you into her arms. "This is perfect, our girl to have and to hold."

Natasha and Wanda frowned at each other as you tensed at her words, it hurt them that you doubted their intentions, but they knew with how gossip flies, you'd been made to feel this way. As if you were just a toy for them to play with when bored, they planned on changing your tune today. To finally prove to you that it was never just a flirtatious game to them.

The stiff posture fortunately didn't last long, because though you were scared, you knew that Natasha and Wanda would never hurt you. They've been your fiercest protectors since day one, so if they were flirting with you due to a natural reflex, you wouldn't hold that against them. Because you still got moments like this.

Where, for a fleeting moment, the three of you remained cuddled up close, pretending this was your norm while you all all willed this to be a reoccurring event. Then they heard your stomach growling, and promptly doled out the bowls full of her scrambled hash, and fruits.

"Sweetheart, do you have any plans today?" Wanda looked at you with an excited smile.

"No," you whispered over a bite, "I was just gonna laze around, and eat loads of junk."

"I happen to think that sounds lo—, Ow!" Natasha flinched away after her girlfriends hand slapped her upside the head for what felt like the umpteenth time this morning—it was.

Wanda reached out with a box, eyes expectant as you tossed it between hands, so you opened the gift to find a sloth stuffy just as Wanda happily continued on, "Well, then would you care to accompany us to the zoo? We'd have the whole place rented for ourselves honey."

"Are you being serious right now?!" Your question came out about two octaves too high, but your inability to contain your excitement was actually a bonus to the nervous women.

"Well, what's in it for us if I say yes?" Natasha teased, but was quickly shut up by Wanda's slap to her shoulder. "Yes Y/N, we're serious. We cashed in on one of our favors with Tony, and would like to treat you to a nice day."

"Oh my gosh," you squealed before jumping into their dormant arms. You nearly knocked over the breakfast with your excitement, and after a moment of shock the women pulled you as close as possible, reciprocating the affection tenfold, and allowing you a moment of peace.

"What should I wear?"

"Whatever makes you comfortable," Natasha noted with a sneaky kiss placed on your cheek.

"When do we leave?"

"As soon as you're ready detka," Wanda added with a bright smile, and a light shove of your body out of the bed. "Give me ten minutes!"

The couple chuckled, watching as you ripped a bunch of clothes from your closet to take into your en suite. Natasha munched on a cold piece of bacon as Wanda began to clean up the remnants from the well enjoyed breakfast.

"I'm going to go change, I'll meet you two at the car," Wanda announced, she leaned in to kiss her lover goodbye, then left the room just before getting to see you. Natasha smirked at the sight of you in a customized shirt she never knew existed, but now that she did she couldn't decide if she wanted to praise it or destroy it.

"Welcome to My Zoo." Was emboldened across the top in white, and within multiple different structures she found the team as animals.

"Is that Wanda?" You nodded as she pointed to the adorable red panda curled up on a cot, and she smiled when she saw the intricate web spun around it that held up the creatures food.

"Where am I?" Natasha's eyes widened when you snickered and pointed to the corner of the enclosure. A loud laugh fell from her lips only a second later at the sight of a buff, cartoonish spider lifting barbells above its head.

"Gosh, you are so incredibly adorable detka." Natasha reached for your hand, the one you were nervously fidgeting with, and escorted you to the car just in time for Wanda's arrival.

"Shall we leave ladies?"

You nodded excitedly from the backseat, and the witch smiled down at you before taking her seat up front. Natasha smirked at you through the rearview mirror, "Take a look at our girl Wan, her shirt tells me she was born for this."

The brunette found your display of the super soldiers as buff anteaters, and the scientists as "trash pandas" rather amusing. She also found the lion—your favorite animal, being housed next to her and Nat's endearing, and likely a good sign for their not so hidden intentions.

The car ride was swift in the redheads corvette after the rounds of teasing died down. Wanda guided you from the car and into the park with a hand on your back, and a pep in her step as she brought you to the zoo's large gift shop. The way your eyes lit up at the massive array of memorialized animals was adorable, and she was beyond grateful to be able to witness it.

"Get whatever you want detka," Nat suddenly announced as she entered the shop, waving around a black card with a devilish smirk.

"I'd really like to know what Tony did to owe you so much," you mused while shoving the two foot long lion into her unsuspecting arms. "It's gotta be a funny story, I'm sure of it."

Natasha ignored Wanda's warning glance as she nodded, feeding your fantasies with a wink.

Unfunny truth be told, Tony felt like he owed Nat for the amount of times she's saved his life. So, whatever she wants, he gives, and with his guilt over Wanda's tragic start she is under the same treatment. Mention you, the teams soft spot, and he has no gripes with the balance being run up. He readily encourages it.

"Where to first?" Wanda asked, it was a silly question, and as Nat mouths along to your shriek of, "Lion's den!" She knows it was one.

Natasha and Wanda watched you for a long while as you stood outside the lion's enclosure. They found it amusing how much you deemed the lion worthy of knowing as you sat there talking for unaccounted for minutes, they were honestly worried you might have a preference for the felines over them, but then you'd look back at them every once in awhile with a huge grin, waving erratically at them then back to the lions, as if introducing them to your friend, and they knew then that you loved them too.

"She's perfect." Wanda hummed her agreement with her girlfriend. "Time for phase two?"

Wanda nodded, and Natasha walked over.

You shrieked when her hand made contact with your ass, her body pressed yours against the glass and you were horrified to see the lion lick its lips, as if you were everyone's prey here.

"N-natty, what are you doing?"

Natasha sighed, "It's your birthday detka, you remember the compound tradition, right?"

For a moment you wanted to curse Tony for implementing such a policy, where one must endure the same amount of hits as their age. Normally though it was just punches from grossly buff men who didn't pay any mind to their strength when busy behaving like kids.

"Yes, I do," you admitted and she slapped your other cheek for good measure. "Then you know exactly what I'm doing you silly girl." Natasha smirked when you pushed back into her hand.

You were so in your head you didn't register her arms wrapped around your waist. Her lips were right by your ear now as she lowered her tone, "Say goodbye to your new friends, we'll be waiting over in our corner, don't be long."

"I'll talk to you later Simba!" You sadly bid farewell to the lions, then with a reinvigorated step you sprinted on over to the awaiting couple and to their delight recounted the last ten minutes with the lions with hyper lips.

Next on your agenda was the penguins, the couple nearly lost their shit when you waddled in tandem with the creatures as you spoke to them as if there wasn't any language barriers. When you nearly fell into the murky water you felt a hand on your shoulder, you looked back to see a smirking redhead, and the far more concerned expression of the brunette.

Natasha and Wanda decided in the moment it was time that they fed you actual food. After the fourth cotton candy without so much as a sip of water they knew you'd likely set off a game of Jumanji if left completely unchecked.

So now the three of you were sat at a table, with the penguins exhibit to your left, and a spread of delicious lunch foods on the table. You were nervous, the flowers in the vase, and the way the couple stared you down gave a new ambiance to an otherwise normal lunch date.

It felt more real than ever before, and you were nervous you wouldn't meet their expectations.

"How about we play a game?"

You looked to the redhead warily, the grin she wore implied she was a wolf in sheep's clothes.

Wanda chimed in as she lazily munched on her carrot, "Elaborate Nat, or she won't play," she smirked when she saw your eyes widen some.

No matter the game, you could tell by the glint in both of their eyes, that you were a winner. Years of pining after the couple in shame has led to this glorious moment in time where they took their playful flirting a final step forward.

"Oh, well it's simply the oldest game in the book my darling girl," she teased as her calloused fingers walked up the length of your arm, "Predator vs. Prey, you hide, we seek."

"So, hide and seek?" You simplified her words, but she merely chuckled, "You say that until we sink our teeth into you baby, because after that it's really just biology; we'll devour you whole."

"Like I'm the viper, and you're the bunny," Wanda elaborated with her hand clasping over yours, and Natasha mirrored her movement, "I'm the black widow, and you're the fly."

"I much prefer being the capable Avenger, and you the very beautiful, Avenger duo I adore."

Both of their eyes softened for a moment, you relished in the feeling of warmth shooting throughout your entire body as both of their lips kissed over your knuckles. You missed the warm feeling as soon as they replaced your hands on the table, and you frowned when they removed their touch from you all together.

"Are we playing or not honey?"

For everyone's safety you'd looked over a map, and chose to play the game of sexually charged hide and seek in the area dedicated to birds. For some reason it felt the most logical, but it also came without much of an explanation.

You didn't wanna upset the gorillas, or tigers, or the bears. You didn't want to be mauled, and the women found your reasoning humorous.

Wanda was the first to seek you out with success, it wasn't hard when your thoughts were audible, and now she watched you from afar as you were settled by the toucans. She agreed to let Nat capture you, so for now she would observe the bounce in your leg, and hear the creative thoughts you had about them.

Never in her days would she peg you to be as kinky as you were, her body was electrified now with thoughts to piggyback off of your own.

Natasha didn't have much trouble finding you either, she waved at her lover, and looked down at your unaware form with a devious grin that Wanda shook her head at. The redhead crouched down low so you couldn't possibly see her coming as she approached you, her finger tapped your right shoulder, and just as you went to fall for it she pounced from the left. Both of your bodies tumbled across the gravel, you huffed at the impact, but soon found yourself giggling as she tickled you.

As sexually charged as the prior conversation was, she'd never miss out on a chance to make you laugh. Nor would she openly take you in the middle of a public zoo full of cameras.

"Natty stop!!!" The redhead only dug her fingers into your sides deeper, you were gasping for air at this point, and your saving grace came in the form of a chuckling Wanda who now hovered your bodies. "Wands! Help!"

Wanda decided to be your savior, she caught her lovers hands with her powers, allowing you the chance to shimmy out from under her and to run into the brunette for perceived safety.

"That wasn't fair!" Natasha groaned as she got to her feet and turned to face your conjoined bodies with an angry finger wag. Then she paused her rant, too engrossed with the way Wanda cradled your head to her chest. You pouted at her as if you were a wounded kitten, and her heart nearly combusted at the overall cuteness. "However, you're cute so I'll let it slide. But be wary Y/N, I'll seek vengeance."

You stuck your tongue out at the redhead, and she found the childish display adorable. She stepped forward, and much to your delight she wrapped her arms around you both, and then lifted your bodies off the ground effortlessly.

"We're going home ladies. No more monkeying around when we should be eating cake and snuggling in our retrospective birthday suits."

The car ride back was unusually quiet. After you stopped for McD's, your unwavering dinner request, nobody spoke. All three of you were too in your heads, each with varying thoughts that all lead back to the same place.

The bedroom, the one currently decked out in gifts from the rest of the team, which is why the couple knew better and brought you to theirs.

Wanda ran to the kitchen, while Natasha escorted you onto their bed, and placed a blindfold over your eyes for the time being.

"Happy Birthday to you," you beamed as Wanda's melodic voice began to sing the celebratory tune, "Happy Birthday to you," Natasha's raspy voice harmonized with her on the second line, and you melted into their bed.

Having all their attention wasn't unusual for you, but this time felt so much more intimate, the love and tension in the air was palpable.

Wanda settled the cake before you, and the redhead undid the strap of your blindfold. The couple smiled at one another as you gasped, all the witches hard work, and Natasha's earlier morning aggravation of her seemingly paid off because you were enamored by her cake.

"This is amazing," you cried, tears of joy easily filling your waterline as you took in the sight of you three at the zoo once more. The artistry was magnificent, you honestly felt like telling her to quit Avenging and open a bakery. You knew that was also a bad idea though, because all the excess batches would go to the team, and they were already hyper enough as it is.

"Thank you detka," Wanda couldn't help but to blush as you continued to praise her skills. She excused herself shortly after to cut the cake, and to reel her desires in as best she could.

Natasha pulled you into her lap excitedly, and you bit back a moan as you felt her semi-soft dick press into your ass. You wiggled slightly, and she groaned hotly into your ear, her hands gripped your hips tightly as she now fought to control her carnal urges. "Be careful detka, don't poke the bear if you wanted cake first."

"Who said I did?" You ground down into her again, and this time she growled while tossing you flat onto your back so she could trap your body against the mattress with her own. Her hand instinctively wrapped around your neck, she didn't need to be a mind reader to know. "Be careful what you wish for darling, because trust me, daddy has no problem giving it."

Wanda cleared her throat, the three plates of cake in her hand were discarded promptly.

"I can't believe mommy almost missed the show," she purred, her finger delicately traced over your face before she pulled the redhead into a kiss that had you squirming with need. "Go on moya lyubov', have your fun with her."

"Mommy," you repeated the term with an air of faux innocence, "You're playing too right?"

"Oh sweet girl," Wanda leant down to kiss you softly, "I wouldn't miss this for the world."

Wanda stood off to the side while Natasha, with your consent, removed your clothing until you were as bare as the day you were born.

"Happy Birthday to me," Natasha commented enthusiastically as she took your bareness in. You giggled nervously, body now alit with goosebumps as a set of chills ran through you as you realized just how real this had become.

"You're so beautiful Y/N," Natasha couldn't help but to note, "Our beautiful, perfect peach."

There was a fondness in her eyes that made you believe her without question, the way she smiled up at her longtime girlfriend, as if she sought her agreement made your heart flutter. Wanda returned her agreement in the form of a smile directed right at you. Her eyes shone with more love than you'd ever felt deserving of and you nearly sobbed as you felt it wholly.

"I bet she tastes just as sweet," Wanda husked, and Natasha groaned at just the thought, you gulped as she now stared deep into your eyes, reaching the depths of your soul as she firmly pressed her pelvis into the mattress to relieve the ache in her boxers. "Please detka, can daddy have a taste? I promise to be gentle, I need to try you detka, Pozhaluysta."

(Baby, please)

"Use your words krasivaya," Wanda dismissed your nod immediately, desperate or not to have you crying for them, she wanted to hear you. "Beg daddy, tell her how much you need it."

"Daddy please," your lip trembled as you tried to express your neediness, and Natasha's cock twitched against its confinement when your hips canted into hers on impulse. "I need you so bad, need your mouth, you can taste me."

"Oh detka, you've made daddy so happy," the redhead dipped her head down, inhaling sharply as she reached the apex of your mound, she softly coughed as your heady scent overwhelmed her, her pupils dilated and her tip quivered at the idea of being inside you.

"Wanna make mommy happy?" Wanda asked, staring into your eyes while her hands reached behind her to pull at the zipper of her dress. You nodded enthusiastically, unable to speak as Natasha teasingly licked at your folds. "How about you let mommy ride your face then?"

Wanda saw the spark light up in your eyes, she could hear your thoughts racing, she could only imagine your heart was near to exploding. She watched as you swallowed thickly as her tight dress got caught on her hips. Your hand reached out to help her pull the fabric down the rest of the way until it could fall on its own.

The brunette softly pecked your lips, rasping against them a sultry, "Are you ready?" To which you breathlessly moaned out a yes as the redhead took this moment to finally cut her teasing off, diving right into your wet cunt.

Natasha was considering retiring right now, she'd never felt more destined to be somewhere before in her life. Every time she twirled her tongue she'd hear Wanda gasp, when she nibbled on your clit her lover would cry as you seemingly mirrored her strokes. Deciding to take up residence between your thighs almost certainly outweighed fighting off aliens.

There was something so satisfying about being able to feel your muscle's quivering as your heel pressed into her back, shoving her tongue deeper into you as you instinctually moved to suffocate her with the closing of your thighs.

"Oh shit," Wanda cried out as you swirled your tongue inside of her. She was bouncing with such fervor you felt your face numbing. Her slippery lips repeatedly slapped into your face with a delectable sting that had you mewling.

Between the push and pull of the women, one solely using you for their own pleasure, and the other working more towards mutuality you were already reaching a fucked out state.

Regardless of her selfish motives, Wanda was helping you too, her addictive taste alone had you teetering over that edge of total bliss. Combined with the sound of Natasha's muffled grunts as she ate you out greedily, and Wanda's wanton moans, spurred on by your tongue, well, it is what made you finally let go.

Wanda screamed as your muffled moans shook her, she felt almost out of body for a second as she continued to ride your face, heart beating in her head as she chased down the high that was dwindling fast as the seconds rushed by.

Natasha was well on her way to pulling a second orgasm from you with the way she continued to sloppily give you head. You were a never ending well of divinity, your tangy slick was collected as if it were a life source, it mixed with her drool that smeared over her chin and she held no shame as it glistened under the pink hued sunlight peering through the blinds.

All three of your chests heaved out of order, you'd not only been being suffocated by one, but the other worked in tandem to properly steal your breath away. Wanda crawled down the bed as soon as her brain fog cleared up, she slammed her lips into Natasha's, and moaned as soon as she slid her tongue over hers.

You tasted like she imagines Heaven to be like.

— Pure & Sweet —

Natasha's hand suddenly twisted into Wanda's hair, taking her out of her sweet yet sinful thoughts of you and to a place dripping with arousal. She forcefully pulled her back and left a trail of splotchy bruises down her throat, something that turned you on expeditiously. "Fuck." Natasha smirked against her lovers skin at your breathy whisper. "Hey sweet girl."

Natasha chuckled hotly as you covered your face with your hands to hide your goofy smile. They'd always made you nervous, and it was adorable that you'd still be so shy even with her girlfriends slick on your face and yours on hers.

Wanda turned to look at you with a wide grin, "God I love when pretty girls prove me right!" She winked when your eyes widened nervously. "You're just so sweet detka, that's gonna be dangerous with Natty, she has a sweet tooth."

"Seriously detka," Natasha chimed in, "I'm never going to give you a minute of peace."

The couple parted with another kiss, Nat spun Wanda off of the bed, and planted her before you at the end of the bed. She moved up to the side of the bed and looked down at you.

“Hi.” Natasha smirked, and you were stilled. Your eyes trailed over her body as she slid her jacket off, then with one twist of her arm the muscle top she wore beneath it was discarded. Your eyes traveled even lower, her grey boxers were already disheveled, with her hard cock being held firmly against her abdomen.

Your mouth ran dry when she pulled the boxers down, she was intimidatingly thick, her veins prominent enough that you could see them pulsing, and you were certain if you held a ruler to her that she’d supersede the norm.

You gasped when she kicked the boxers behind her, her cock swung at your mouth, a drop of her cum now layered your lips. Your tongue darted out, and you moaned appreciatively making Nat ready to give you more of her.

“Mommy’s gonna get you ready for me,” the redhead informed you with a smile, you looked down and saw Wanda staring at your cunt with her fingers trailing over your thighs. “And you’re going to get daddy’s cock ready for you.”

Natasha started out slow, thrusting only the tip passed your lips, waiting for you to take some initiative, and as you swirled your tongue around her tip she knew you were ready. She fucked your throat raw as Wanda spread your walls apart in preparation for her cock.

You moaned around her when Wanda curled her fingers, causing her to twitch unendingly, she was so close, and you were ready for it.

You harshly squeezed the redheads balls, and mewled as you felt her load shoot down your throat. A low groan, almost reminiscent of a growl, left the woman as her head flew back. “Etot tvoy rot - ray.” She continued to thrust her cock down your throat, the sound of you gagging on her cum and your drool that she only pushed even further kept her hard, long spurts of cum would shoot out of her, leaving her to gasp sharply as her abdomen tensed.

(that mouth of yours is heaven)

Natasha pulled out only seconds before Wanda brought you over the edge of bliss with a curl of her talented fingers. Your hazy eyes crossed, your mouth falling wide open but no sounds ever left you, your back arched instead as you gushed around the brunette’s fingers.

It was clear to you that Natasha was as elegant as a ballerina, she kissed you breathless, then in your moment of blackout she rearranged your environment. Wanda was laid down flat on the mattress, smiling up at you as Natasha maneuvered you so that you were on your hands and knees. Hovering over the witch who whispered something you couldn't understand, it sounded devilish. When she leaned up to kiss you messily, you knew it was, a body shuddering spark ran directly to your cunt, and you felt overwhelmingly warm in a flash.

"How do you want me Y/N?" Natasha panted, she stroked her shaft while waiting impatiently for an answer. You looked into the beautiful eyes of her girlfriend, they were amused as they understood the look in your eyes, the pleading expectantly flying off the tip of your tongue, "Raw, please daddy, I want you to fuck your seed into me, fuck, I need it so bad, please."

The way you wiggled your ass had the redhead ready to just slam into you. "Oh fucking hell, it feels like you're trying to kill me now detka." She slapped your ass harshly, and beamed when you counted, adding to the zoo hits.

“Good girl,” she rasped and you whimpered, she watched you flutter around nothing in awe. Natasha's thumb ran over the dripping tip of her cock, she whimpered at the touch, you'd made her incredibly desperate. She swiveled her precum over your clit, a raspy moan sprung from your parched throat as pleasure coursed through you; Wanda's mouth flew open too.

The redhead spread your juices down your slit just before she lined her tip up with your cunt. There was no doubt in your mind Wanda felt the intrusion as she entered you from behind, the way her face contorted, mouth agape with her eyebrows pinched mirrored how you felt.

Wanda hummed as she felt that familiar phantom stretching of her walls. You however choked on a painful scream, and the witch drug her nails down your sides to distract you. You thanked her with a pitiful grimace that was meant to be a smile, and she smiled back.

Natasha took your wiggle as a sign to move, she experimented by pulling a couple inches of her shaft out and then thrusting them back in at a slow pace. That unsavory feeling of being ripped apart faded fast, and it was replaced by mind blowing pleasure. As your walls molded around her it felt like you were always meant to be connected like this; the perfect fit.

None of you needed much to get you going. With every squeeze of your walls Natasha found her resolve crumbling, and you and the witch felt her corresponding pleasure pulsing. Wanda enjoyed seeing how close you were, she slapped your breasts, catching and twisting your nipples between her thumb, and finger.

You reluctantly shrieked out a 15, and a 16, and then you choked out a 17 and 18 when Natasha squeezed the ample flesh of your ass before she roughly slapped the skin in succession.

Your arms partially gave out as your orgasm tore through you, your lips landed on Wanda’s parted set as she moaned her pleasure, she licked over your bottom lip and you let her in.

Wanda swallowed all of your moans as Natasha let go inside of you, Wanda’s tongue swirled around yours as hot spurts of cum painted your walls white, and you shuddered at the feeling.

The couple took care of you as you faded away into an invisible bubble of pleasure. Natasha cleaned you up while Wanda fixed the bed. The redhead made peanut butter sandwiches, and brought water with her while the brunette helped you with your nightly hygiene routine.

Wanda fed you, and Natasha gave you water. Even when you let them know that you could handle it. They informed you that you’re their special girl, and deserving of being tended to. Then the three of you brushed your teeth together, you nearly cried when you found they had a toothbrush for you in their bathroom.

It told you that this wasn’t a birthday one off.

Not that their adoring stares didn’t already say the same. It was the most obvious truth.

Natasha crawled into the bed first, she patted the space beside her, and Wanda nudged you forward so that you’d take it. The redhead embraced you close, tenderly kissing your face as she waited to be able to shut off the light. The brunette then pulled a blanket over your bodies as she laid down directly behind you, taking over on kissing you goodnight.

"Do you think it worked?" You asked over a massive yawn, and Natasha softly sighed as she kissed your temple, "I hope so detka, I know this is sorta new, but we hope you know this is real, our love for you knows no bounds."

Wanda purred against your neck, "I have a good feeling about this." She softly raised her head and gazed lovingly into your tired eyes. You were pouting and the witch held back her awe as she pressed her lips to yours to help straighten them out, and hopefully relieve a bit of your worry. "Hey, and if it didn't, we'll have the rest of time to continue trying to make it."

You chuckled hoarsely, "What? My inability to walk or speak isn't enough for you two?"

"Forever with you wouldn't even be enough." Wanda spoke simply, the room suddenly thick with tension as you tried but ultimately failed to hold back your tears. "We love you Y/N."

"With all of our hearts," Natasha added, her tone uncharacteristically timid as she also tried to contain her overflowing emotions. "You know, I think the world divined you just for us. It's as if they knew our life would only ever be complete with you in it; our precious peach."

"Fuck Natty, I was trying not to cry," you sobbed humorously and the women chuckled warmly while somehow snuggling impossibly closer to you. "I'm sorry detka," the way she laughed as she spoke told you she wasn't really; you didn't mind. "I love you both so much."

They took turns kissing you, a silent response of We love you too, being relayed with just their lips. You sighed in contentment, eyes closing at the sensation, and never reopening. Your mind having been captured by a sleep so damn good you had to let the women know.

"I didn't miss her snoring," Natasha teased, and Wanda instinctively pinched her side.

"You're abusive," the redhead huffed, scooting closer to the edge to put some distance between her, and Wanda, but she received a terrifying glare as she pulled you with her.

"You're childish," Wanda retaliated, "And you better clean it up Natasha, because we're due to be parents in give or take nine months."

Wanda smiled softly, cupping Nat's cheek as she saw her generally stoic lover on the verge of tears. "I told you both, I had a good feeling."

"Sh-she's..." The redhead couldn't even get the words out. In a show of mercy Wanda shushed her with a peck on her lips. "She's most likely pregnant Nat, I could feel the polarizing connection of your seed with her egg."

Natasha squealed, burying her face into your neck to try and conceal the joyful sound as she left grateful kisses all over your exposed skin.

"We're gonna be mamas..."

Wanda smiled at the scene, her palm settled over your belly protectively as she settled into your other side so she could finally rest. You were officially there's, no longer would anyone be left to pine after the other. It was settled.

Life was perfect—You were perfect...

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Ill throw a writing idea at you.

Haarlep shows up at camp to pester everyone. (He's hungry and bored)

(Chaos ensues)

TY for requesting the silliest incubus, I love Haarlep! Also this isn't beta read lol, just slammed it out in an afternoon. I use they/them for Haarlep, and TW includes: Dubious consent, aphrodisiacs, semi-intoxicated fem!Tav, tummy bulge :) , semi-public fucking only because a tent isn't soundproof.

NSFW under the cut :)

“Oh, absolutely not.” Tav's arms came to rest on her hips, mouth twisted into a scowl. When returning from eradicating more of Orin’s cultists, she hadn’t expected to come face to face with her doppleganger once more.

Since her pact with Raphael, she'd been seeing much more of the fiend in and about her camp. Other than the occasional dinner at his House, however, his incubus left her well enough alone. This was a new low for Haarlep.

“Tav?” Wyll looked startled, looking between the woman crowded on his lap and the one standing at the entrance to his tent. The copy of the party’s leader was pouting, batting its eyelashes at the poor man. “What's-”

“Always spoiling all my fun,” the not-Tav crawled off Wyll and in a curtain of shimmering light returned to their usual form. Elegant horns curled from their forehead, a tail whipping behind them. As the leathery red wings unfurled from their back, Haarlep arched their back in a stretch. “Couldn't you have waited a moment, mouse?”

“And give you time to collect another face to parade around? I think not.” Tav snatched Haarlep by the leather strap of their harness and dragged the fiend out from Wyll's tent. “Where's Raphael?”

“Busy. Our master has much to do.” Haarlep snickered, entertaining Tav's frustration as they allowed themselves to be pulled along. “It's terribly lonesome in the House when I have no one there to entertain me.”

“Gods, so you came to seduce my friends for fun?”

“No, I came to seduce you for fun.” The incubus' tittering laugh grated on Tav's last nerve. “You were out and about saving the world. I just wanted a snack.”

“I was under the impression that you were allowed free reign because you could behave yourself.” Tav huffed. “Now I see it's merely because the devil can't keep you.”

“Ah, the little warlock loves to throw barbs,” Haarlep's tail curled around Tav’s ankle. “She's precious when she's angry.”

“Stop it,” Tav kicked away the tail and tugged the fiend inside her tent. “I'm summoning Raphael and sending you home.”

Clawed hands snaked around her waist, their skin almost too hot to bear. Warm breath fanned over her cheek, and Tav spun to chide them again but found herself locked in a kiss. The incubus’ teeth sank into flesh, tongue curling past her lips in the next breath. Haarlep kissed her like a lover, gentle and harsh all at once. Tav was overcome with the heady sensation of being adored.

Intoxicating warmth began to pool between Tav's legs, the aphrodisiac in Haarlep's saliva clouding her brain and sending the world spinning around her. The incubus purred into her mouth, catching her when her knees went weak and depositing Tav's body onto the bedroll.

It was difficult to move her limbs, impossible to push away Haarlep as they climbed atop her lap. Their tail curled and flicked like a pleased feline, watching her with Raphael's golden eyes.

“Now, I don't want to take all the fun for myself. Let me entertain you, pet.” Black claws danced up Tav's thighs, catching in the material of her pants. The fiend's head tilted to the side, their crown of horns serving as an impressive silhouette in the lamplight. “Or, I could leave and let you solve this little problem on your own.”

This time, their fingertips ghosted over Tav's clothed cunt. She whimpered despite herself and Haarlep didn't bother masking their glee.

“I hate you,” Tav hissed. Still, her hips chased the devil’s hand. The next words from her lips were quieter, sheepish even. “Please.”

“Good girl,” Haarlep bent over to press their lips to the dip in Tav’s neckline, unbuttoning the first few inches with their teeth. With each expanse of skin revealed, they left bruises and bitemarks in their wake. Their fiery, golden eyes watched her, drinking in every reaction with a hunger beyond mortal understanding. Tav knew she was being hunted, consumed like a luxurious meal but consumed all the same.

It took immense effort to reach up and take one of Haarlep’s curling horns in her hands, nails scraping against the keratin and catching on one of the barbs. The incubus hissed, and through the haze in her mind she caught their hips buck forward. This ruined their patience with the many buttons of her blouse, and instead they sliced a claw through it and pushed it aside.

“Hey-” Tav started to complain but was cut off when Haarlep sealed their lips around one of her nipples. Their forked tongue curled over the sensitive skin, and Tav’s back arched into the sensation. Rather than words, a moan worked its way out of her throat. Shifting her hips, she felt her underclothes stick to her arousal and cursed again when Haarlep refused to move lower.

“Mortals are always so impatient,” the fiend chided as they licked their way down her ribcage. “You’ll get what you want, now let me play.”

The incubus hooked their thumbs in Tav’s waistband, dipping their head to untie the laces with their teeth. If she didn’t feel half-drunk she might have marveled at the talent. Instead, her mind was occupied solely with thoughts of sex and desire thanks to the poison on Haarlep’s tongue. Her vision was edged with darkness, and all she could focus on was the fiend’s tongue as it slid along the seam of her cunt. She wasn’t certain when they’d gotten her pants and smallclothes off, but any concern was swiftly blotted out by desire.

“Delicious,” hummed the creature. “Always so warm and wanting,” Haarlep’s self-satisfaction was palpable, a clawed hand taking Tav’s waist and smoothing their thumb over the tender skin. Their mouth returned to her core, tongue dipping inside her to satisfy their hunger for the sins of the flesh. It felt like they were trying to drink her dry, mouth sealed around her so that they could reach the deepest part of her. The fork of Haarlep’s tongue pressed against the place inside her that made her back arch from the bedroll, crying out before she could press a hand over her mouth.

“No, mouse, let them hear. Don’t be ashamed. You do enjoy this after all.” They reached up to tear her hand away, much larger body dwarfing her even as she tried to fight it. Settling her palm flat on the floor, Haarlep returned their attention to her core. Two fingers slid through the slick that pooled at her entrance, their blunted nails barely impeded as they dipped inside her, “Just a little attention and you’re ready. How I love your body, pet.”

Tav wasn’t certain when the incubus had disrobed, distracted by the needy pulse of her clit as she writhed and whined at the attention. They removed their fingers from her cunt to smear her arousal on the ridges of their cock, dragging the flared head through her folds. In an attempt for more sensation, Tav shifted her hips against them, crying out when they pulled away instead.

“We have his attention, mouse. He knows what we’re doing.” Haarlep’s voice was rough with arousal of their own, lips pulled back in a toothy grin. Tav’s eyes went wide in response, realizing just who ‘he’ might be. “Ah, I knew you still had a pretty brain behind all that blind desire. It’s delicious to watch you submit to it.”

With that, they pressed forward just enough to slip the head of their cock inside her. Tav sucked in a breath, feeling her body protest the intrusion of something so much larger than a mortal man’s. Haarlep was kind enough to take their time, lavishing her skin with open-mouthed kisses and smoothing their thumb in slow circles around her clit. Tav was wet enough that the slide was easy, muscles relaxing as Haarlep caught her mouth in a kiss and clouded her mind further.

It only took a moment before Tav felt their hips meet, and Haarlep pulled away from the kiss to release a throaty groan. They smoothed a hand over her stomach, and Tav made a tiny nose of distress when she saw the way her stomach bulged out. The incubus pressed down, desire rumbling through their chest as they thrusted shallowly into her.

“You take it so well, little warlock.” Haarlep’s voice was a sigh, their eyes fluttering shut and head falling back. “I could spend all day inside you, wouldn’t you like that? Forget your little adventure, stay with me here.” The honeyed words were too sweet to hold an ounce of truth, and Tav shook her head. Words might not escape her, not when she was half-mad with desire. Still, she wouldn’t become their toy.

“No fun,” Haarlep sighted. “I won’t hold it against you, mouse.” Their thumb on her clit became more insistent, drawing the circles tighter. Tav could feel her muscles tense, hips tilting upward as everything drew taut. Then, her orgasm hit her like a wave, washing over her as her cunt pulsed and her nails dug into the bedroll beneath them.

“Yes!” This time, the words drawn from the incubus were a snarl. “Give your pleasure to me, pet. My perfect little warlock. How good you feel.” Their hips drew back, smacking against hers harsh enough to hurt. The pain was mitigated by the post-orgasmic bliss, and when their thrusts grew uneven, she felt a shudder rack Haarlep’s body as they filled her. They kissed her, tongue licking into Tav’s mouth once more.

A wave of exhaustion swept through Tav, and she let her head fall back against the bedroll. Haarlep pulled away, curling around her body and soothing her bruises with their lips.

“Rest, pet. I’ll clean you up.” Haarlep stroked their fingers over her cheek, pressing a delicate kiss to her forehead as Tav faded into sleep.

When she awoke later, well-rested and well-fucked, she might be embarrassed. For now, Tav was content to rest.

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