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bizbat · 6 months

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HEYY!! What about Jaybird with an s/o whos also a vigilante and she’s like super serious and quiet, Her outfit for fighting is like super duper revealing aswell so add nsfw :3

(If ur comfortable with it!!)

It's The Suit

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~ Jason Todd x Fem!AFAB!Reader

~ Explicit Smut

~ Reader is mentioned to have "plush thighs", but appearance is otherwise not described.

~ Wc: 2.4K

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C/W: Smut, Pet names (Angel, Doll, Slut, Baby, Princess) Mdom, Groping, Light Choking, Spit, Creampie, Cunnilingus/Analingus (Jason eats it from the back) Use of the terms "cunt", "mound", "tits", "slutty", "pussy", Pussy Smacking, Public Sex, Begging, Pussyjob

There's just something about that suit . . .

"You know, you are technically on my turf." His voice is crisp in your ear. It seems he only ever puts what Batman taught him to use when he wants to mess with you. "If you were anyone else I'd have dropped you off Gotham Bridge by now."

"How sweet . . ." You respond in a monotone voice. You're laid on your stomach, perched on top of a building with a set of binoculars in front of your face. You're more focused on the perp you've been trailing all week than your . . . boyfriend? Friend with benefits? Guy you sometimes go out to eat with, and have sex with regularly? Doesn't matter, you're doing your best not to pay any attention to him.

"Are you sure you're not cold in that thing?"

You wish he would do the same. He knows how much comments about your costume bother you, but he can't help it! It's just a little thing, barely big enough to hide, well, anything really. He can't tell you how many times he's seen it ride up between your cheeks, or be so taut against your body that he can see your nipples poking through on extra cold nights. Not to mention the cutouts on your sides and chest.

If it was made out of any other material you could probably wear it to a club and leave with a couple hundreds stuffed in it.

He's already reaching for your body before he even realizes it. It's too late to stop now, his hands are already stroking their way up from your calves. It's frankly beyond him at this point. "It's just so . . . tiny."

"Everyone always says that." You squirm, your leg subconsciously kicking up when he brushes over that sensitive spot on the back of your knee. "Black Canary basically wears the same thing, and no one ever says anything about her suit." You mumble, still not turning to face him. Jason can't help but be amused by your response. "No, she doesn't, and yes, they do." He presses his thumb into your skin, massaging the tense muscles beneath his gloved fingertips.

"Jay, I-I have to fo-" "Shhh, I know, I know," You try to push his hands back, your skin becoming more and more sensitive the higher he gets. It doesn't help that he's applying the perfect amount of pressure. "Just . . . focus baby, alright? Focus for me." It's hard to do what he says when he's slipped off his helmet and is now pressing feathery kisses to your exposed skin.

Still though, you try, pulling the now discarded binoculars back to your face and hoping he decides to cease his ministrations. Unfortunately for you, he's got no plans to stop any time soon. "What's he doing, baby?" His hands inch closer and closer to the dip between your legs, his hands squeezing and tugging at the fat of your upper thighs. "Tell me." He says sternly.

Your hands clench around the binoculars. You have to take a few breaths to calm yourself enough to answer him. "He-he's ah-" His thumbs are working their way under your suit, teasingly stroking your lips. "He's leaving n-now, probably headed-Jason!" He laughs again, he knows he's been pushing it. "What, doll? What's wrong?" He says, as if he didn't just have his face between your thighs, his lips gently kissing your pussy through your suit.

"I told you to focus," He says with a smirk, his hips almost grinding into the concrete below him. "Don't you worry 'bout what I'm doing, yeah?" He only continues, two of his fingers brushing against your mound as he plays with the band of your suit, tugging it away from your heat so he can get better access. Try as you might, he pokes at your folds with his tongue, the wet muscle barely dancing against your lips.

You can't stop your hips from swaying back to meet his face, begging for him to use more pressure. The tips of Jason's ears burn at your tiny gasps, the cute little noises only encouraging him to try and make you louder. His hand, the one not tugging at your suit, begins its attack on your ass, grabbing and squeezing your soft, doughy flesh. By now you've completely lost sight of the guy you were trailing, your hips chasing his face.

You moan his name, the binoculars once again thrown to the side, as you rise to your knees, your chest still parallel to the concrete roof beneath you. "Ohh, that's it angel," Jason finally stops toying with the stretchy fabric of your suit, pulling it to the side of your ass so he can finally see all of you. "Such a pretty pussy. So wet for me." He sticks his tongue out, pressing it flat against your folds, before licking a stripe all the way up to your asshole, circling it with his tongue.

He shallowly wriggles his tongue inside, just deep enough for you to reach back and push at his head with a whine. He laughs, lightly smacking your ass before kissing the puckered hole, and lowering his head back down to your pussy. "Alright doll, I get it, I get it." He uses two of his fingers to spread your lips, putting your dripping cunt for him.

He kisses you there too, before winding back and spitting a fat (unnecessary) glob of spit directly onto your clit. He works too well, sucking and licking exactly when and where you need him to, his pace slowly speeding up. The way he moans into you, it's as if it's just as pleasurable for him as it is for you. And it must be, the way his cock is straining against his zipper like this. God, you've got no idea what you do to him, especially in that tiny, slutty little suit of yours.

And dear God, he starts using his fingers, and your vision blurs and your back arches even deeper. Your chest heaves as he pumps his fingers in and out, curling against your g spot everytime, all while his tongue still swirls against your clit, flicking and circling the perky nub. Your hand finds its way into his hair, your fingers curling around the inky locks as he drinks up your juices. Jason groans at the feeling of your slick practically pouring down his chin.

It's a wonder how he's even able to breathe, his face so deep between your plush thighs. Not like he cares, though, if he could choose a way to go out again, it'd be with his face buried deep in your cunt. He's in heaven, he swears it. He can hear the sound of those pearly gates opening, though that might just be the sound of your sweet, sweet broken moans. That, combined with a lack of oxygen. Besides that, you can't tell him he's not eating out an angel right now.

Eventually though, he rips himself away, loudly sucking air into his lungs so he doesn't actually go to heaven. He curses his body for needing air to breathe. Maybe he can use "increasing his lung capacity" as an excuse to eat you out later, not now though. Right now, his cock is so painfully hard from being neglected, he's struggling to form proper thoughts.

"You ready for me, doll? S' this slutty pussy ready to take me?" He asks, ripping off his belt and shoving his pants down just enough for his cock to spring out. With the amount of spit and slick dripping down your thighs, it's a stupid question, but he absolutely refuses to fuck you unless you say you're ready for him. Part of you thinks its a consent thing, which is great, more guys should be like that, but part of you knows it's because he wants to hear you, little Ms. Stoic, begging for his cock.

You're on the verge of tears, your eyes completely unfocused at the feeling of his fat tip smacking against your weeping cunt. "Jay," You moan, your voice barely above a whisper. "Please, Jay . . ." He shakes his head. He's losing his mind, but the small bit he's still clinging onto won't let you get away with that, he's gotta make you beg for him. "C'mon, slut, I know you can do much better 'n that." He ruts against your cunt, his cock hard and red from waiting.

He smacks your ass again, hypnotized by the way it jiggles beneath his palm. Precum oozes deliciously from his tip, adding even more lubrication to your already soaked hole. He could cum just from the sight of your pretty lips glistening under the moon light and street lamps. He's so close to just giving in and making both of you feel good, when he hears your voice breaking through his clouded thoughts.

He feels like he's got water in his head, though your little "Please uck me Jay, need your cock," is loud and clear. Without further stalling, he lines his aching tip up with your hole, awestruck at the way it clenches around nothing, before he finally sinks in, after what felt like hours and hours of foreplay. You almost collapse, the only thing preventing your hips from dropping to the side is Jason's firm grasp on your suit, using the cutouts on your side as leverage to pull you back against him.

Even through all the wetness, he stretches you out, his cock filling you up so perfectly it makes your eyes roll back into your skull. Jason's head lolls back, a deep groan escaping the bottom of his chest at the feeling of your tight, slick walls gripping his cock. "Fuckin' perfect," He doesn't waste any time, his hips slowly moving to drag his cock back and forth inside you, his tip catching along your walls.

He's mindlessly babbling at this point, cooing about how good you feel, about how you were made for his cock, his hands white-knuckle gripping your suit. He speeds up, his cock tapping against your cervix in a way that has your stomach doing flips. "Faster Jay! Please, please please!" You pant, your ass bouncing against his pelvis as your hips chase after his.

How could he deny you when your voice is like honey in his ears, and your skin feels like silk. He feels his balls tighten at your moans, his body physically reacting to your sobs, your pleads. You've got no idea what it does to his ego, to hear his favorite, icy, little princess crying for his cock. Or at least, what it would do for his ego if he wasn't solely focused on cramming every inch of his cock deep inside your tight heat.

He thrusts faster, his tip smacking rhythmically against your cervix at a bruising pace. "So fuckin' messy, this pretty pussy's so fuckin' messy," He huffs, his chest tightening with every stroke as he feels your gummy walls closing around him tightly. Without even thinking about it, he reaches down and frantically rubs at your clit, already sensitive from his mouth. "Shit, baby, ya' close?" He pulls out without warning, flipping you over onto your back and pushing your knees up to your chest, before sinking back inside you.

"Can feel ya, ngh, feel so fuckin' good." He ends each sentence with his cock. He holds your legs down with his broad shoulders, his chest pressed against yours. One hand reaches back down to rub at your clit again, his ears ringing with delight at your moans. "Shit, shit, shit, shit," He huffs against your ear. "So close baby, so close." He nips and licks at your neck, his teeth occasionally tugging at your earlobe as his orgasm looms closer and closer.

Your tears run down either side of your pretty face, your skin so hot you're almost steaming in the cool Gotham air. You're just as gone as he is, if not more, your arms limply draped across your face as you mindlessly take all the pleasure he gives you. "Want-want it, Jay," You coo in his ear, or at least you think you do, your mouth is open but you can't tell if any words are actually coming out.

"Cum for me baby, let it out, need you to cum." He's begging you, his fingers losing any type of rhythm and structure, his hand grinding down desperately against your poor, tired nub. Is he crying? He feels something wet on his face, but he can't tell if it's from you or him. You aren't too far from him, lightheaded from the force of your legs pressed to up your neck.

You just need a little more, just a little more, you can feel it. You're right there, right there, right there! Are you yelling? Whatever. Your orgasm hits you so fast and so hard you're pretty sure you black out for a second. You feel like you're on a boat, the warm sun shining brightly on your skin, your body gently rocking along the tide. The waves speed up, but you're mostly numb by now, the heavy crashing barely disturbing your peaceful state of mind. The only reason you're brough out of your delusions is because you can feel something against your lips.

Your vision clears, though it's still a bit hazy. Jason's still on top of you, his eyes nearly cross as he peppers sloppy, wet kisses along your face, not even conscious enough to aim for your mouth as he begs you to cum, not realizing you already have. He's so used to making you cum first that his body won't even let him cum until he knows you have. That, of course, doesn't do him much good when he's not cognizant.

Realizing as much, you use the small amount of strength you have left in your face to hold his face still, pulling him close enough to press your lips to his. He thrust a few more times, before his hips still inside you, his thick, warm seed spilling out and staining both of your clothing with white. Sweat drips down his forehead, soaking his hair and tantalizingly trickling down his neck. He leans back, allowing your legs, which are completely useless by now, to slip off his shoulders, before he finally collapses on top of you.

You cradle his head in the crook of your neck, silently brushing the hair along his neck with your fingers, as you both rest in one anothers embrace. When your brain starts working again you'll chew him out for ruining your stakeout. For now, you'll settle with a raspy sigh. "You always do this." You sound more annoyed than you are.

He shrugs, dead serious with his response, his head still resting on your shoulder. "It's the suit, not my fault."

#bizbat #dc #jason todd x reader #jason todd smut #jason todd #red hood x reader #red hood #red hood smut

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gamesetart · 3 months

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me when dilf!art breeding kink but im feeling horribly masc so the actual idea of pregnancy grosses me out - anyways i support transmasc breeding kinks guys

nsfw below the cut - reader is afab, one use of 'good boy' but other than that its very neutral. afab terms for reader's parts.

tags: breeding kink (sort of? they're not actually trying to get pregnant), cheating (sort of, tashi allows it. orchestrated it, actually), mentions of the arttashi marriage, overstimulation, the mildest of crying. technically an age gap (art in his early 30s, reader in 20s) but it never comes up.

his hips slot against yours like he was made to be there, made to press your knees to your chest, to fold you in half, to settle between your thighs and jackrabbit in and out of your cunt like he owns it, like there isn't even a person attached to the rest of it.

it's not the first time you've found yourself like this, praising his athleticism whilst cursing his absolutely unfair stamina. you've cum around him twice already - on his tongue, because art donaldson wouldn't dare try to fuck you stupid without coating his face in your spend, first, then on his fingers, a futile attempt to open you up for his cock. but nothing feels like enough prep for art, especially not when you're whining for him, telling him you want it to hurt, you don't care, you need him now.

"fuck," art groans, breath hot against the crook of your neck. "fuck, you're so fuckin' tight f'me, jesus, baby."

"don't bring him into this," you manage, nipping at his ear.

he huffs a laugh. even when he's like this, fucking you like a man posessed, snapping his hips into yours like he'll die outside of the sweet clench of your pussy, he manages to find lightness. you both do. it keeps things sweet, keeps them from slipping too far into uncharted territory. you have tashi's permission to let him ruin you as he pleases - tashi duncan knows all, and she's sanctioned your existence as the perfect outlet for all pf art's pent-up fantasies - but art doesn't want to be rough with you. not yet. he likes that he can hold you and feel strong, protective. likes that he can bend you in two and still kiss your temple. art likes that you can be sweet, soft, lovely.

"shhh, you can take it, baby," art soothes, and it's far too kind with the way he's fucking you. "doin' so well for me."

"art-" it's a warning as much as it is a plea.

he just nods, strokes your hair from your face, gentle as sin, and presses his forehead to yours.

"go on, babe, cum on my cock, c'mon, that's it, that's it-" and he feels it, the moment your walls clench around him, the fluttering of your cunt as a broken cry of his name falls from your lips. "oh, god, there you go."

he doesn't stop, though, barely even slows as he wipes a tear from your cheek and continues to slam his cock right into your overstimulated cunt. no amount of whining, of red scratches raked down his back, could have stopped him. you have a word, a signal. if you really couldn't take it, he'd know.

but you're his good boy, you'll take it, you always will. you might be the only one who can. you're the only one he wants, certainly. the only person he can fuck into like this.

"'s too much," you sob weakly, clawing at him with shaking hands. "art, please, can't-"

art just shushes you with a soft, quick kiss. "got one more f'me, don't ya? i know you do, know you can, baby, c'mon."

the tears fall freely, the press of his cock inside you so ridiculously filling you wonder if you'll split in half, if you'll simply die from the overstimulation. and then you think that'll be such an excellent way to go out, crying under him, safe between his strong arms.

art's right hand slips from where it rests on the back of your knee, holding you spread open. he hooks your leg over his shoulder, using the now-free hand to rub torturous circles on your clit. it burns, it's good, too good, white-hot sparks of pain crossing their wires with pleasure as you all but scream, sounds torn from your lungs in ways you didn't know you could make.

"c'mon, babe, wanna feel you cum around my cock before i pull out-"

your eyes go wide and you shake your head. no, not this time, wait, but the words don't come out.

"what, what's wrong?" art slows, pulling his hand from you. his blue eyes are doe-like with concern, eyebrows knit in the middle, lips settled into a familiar worried pout as he stares down at you.

you get a second to catch your breath. "in me," you gasp hoarsely. "inside. art. want you to cum in me. fill me up, please."

it's like something snaps.

there's a look on his face you can only liken to how he looks on the court: wild, fierce, a calculated cruelty he uses to systematically destroy whoever's on the other side of the net. and right now, a version of that look is fixed on you, a hungry glint in his eyes, pupils blown so wide you'd think his iries had vanished.

"fuck," he groans. "you want me to breed you, that it? fill up this pretty little pussy?"

and you moan, because neither of you are trying for a baby, not in the slightest, but the idea of being owned so thoroughly by art donaldson is enough to make you clench around him, fresh heat coiling in your core, and you could probably give him a hundred more orgasms, as long as he keeps talking to you like that.

"yeah, yeah, fuck me, art, 'til it takes, please," you babble, and maybe one day you'll start meaning it.

his pace begins anew, and this time, there's barely any rhythm to it. he's seeking release for himself now, too, for the first time since this has started, pulling out almost entirely before snapping back in so hard, you're sure you can feel it in your throat. deft fingers make rough circles on your clit, quick and dirty.

it pulls another orgasm from you faster than you'd like to admit. you don't even have time to warn him, but he can feel it in the way you tighten, your legs shaking, can hear it in the sharp note of your voice when you call his name.

"that's it, there you go," art groans. "gonna fill you right up, baby. 's what you want, right?"

you nod, so far past words, so far past anything more than lying there and taking it. but that's all he needs from you. his pace stutters.

"fuck, yes, you're so perfect, so good to me, you feel so good-" he's babbling now, grinding into you with all the grace and decorum of a fucking animal. "made for me, made for this cock, god, yes-"

and with a high keen of your name he's cumming, driving his hips into you, pushing his cock in as far as your cunt will allow, so far you're almost worried his sheer willpower is enough to override the birth control pill you're on. he stays there for a while, holds it in like he really is going to force it to take. and when he pulls out, his fingers push it back it sloppily.

art presses a soft kiss to your temple and all but collapses next to you with a sigh. when he catches his breath, you know he'll vanish to the bathroom, return with damp cloths and the bath running. he'll massage all your sore joints and rub oils into your skin and kiss every inch of you. but right now, he just needs to feel you. to lie next to you and try to memorise the pattern of your breathing.

"that was... something," you mumble, a soft smile playing at your tired lips.

"good something?" art asks.

"great."

"oh, thank god, because i really enjoyed that."

"so did i."

he kisses you again, on the lips. it's slow, sweet, drawn-out, as he weaves a hand into your hair and trails it down to draw circles on your shoulder. both of you know a child isn't in the cards right now, but your purpose here is to let art play pretend. you don't even actually want kids, it's just hot to think about making art a daddy again. tashi is the mother of his daughter, will be the mother of any of his future children. you, you're the outlet she hand-picked for all of art's needs, because while she can do everything, she won't let him fuck her the way he wants to fuck someone, and art doesn't want to fuck tashi the way he fucks you. you're okay with that. you like being someone he needs. someone he wants.

and who knows? maybe tashi will change her mind. maybe you will. maybe she'll let you have his next kid, and maybe you'll want it.

god knows art wants it. he'd let you. he'd give you anything. everything.

"thank you," he mumbles against your hair. "that was... i love you."

"i should be thanking you, i haven't cum thag much in one night in... ever."

you pause, tip your head up to meet his eyes. he's smiling, soft as silk, sweet as sugar. in the dying light of the sun, his hair looks like it's on fire, haloed by the sky itself. apollo incarnate come down from the heavens.

"i love you too," you say. and mean it.

#this was unbetad at 1 am #so if you see a typo or something no you dont #first try at challengers smut here we go #howd i do gang #art donaldson #art donaldson x reader #art donaldson x male reader #art donaldson x masc reader #challengers #kit.writes #art donaldson smut #challengers smut

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urhoneycombwitch · 9 months

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+18 mdni

overnight at your parents’ for a NYE party, fucking eddie in your childhood bedroom.

you’re on a blow up mattress on the floor bc your old bed wouldn’t cut it, and eddie keeps tossing and turning and almost rocketing you off the side and you’re like “Eddie quit, be still” and he says “I can’t babe I have too much pent up energy 😞….. 😏”

and you’re like “jesus christ. we are not fucking at my parents’ place. are you insane?” but as you’re lying there in the dark you’re going over it in ur head like well technically… we’re in the attic space and my parents’ room is on the other side of the house… and I wouldn’t mind getting the stress of being here fucked out of me… 🤔

three minutes later eddie has you facedown on the mattress, rutting into you, your velvety walls clenching around his cock.

he’s leaning his full weight on top of you to whisper in your ear, “shhh, honey. don’t wanna wake daddy up, do you?” with a sharp little jerk of his hips that has you muffling your whine into the pillow

#eddie Munson smut #eddie munson x you #eddie munson x reader #e.m. thots from lu

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umemiyan · 10 months

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𝙄 𝙇𝙊𝙊𝙆 𝙏𝙊 𝙔𝙊𝙐.

𝗦𝗔𝗧𝗢𝗥𝗨 𝗚𝗢𝗝𝗢 𝗫 𝗗𝗢𝗠!𝗚𝗡!𝗥𝗘𝗔𝗗𝗘𝗥. ⌇ 18+ only, mdni / mommy kink, mdlb vibes / handjob / edging / crying / mentions of punishment / technically gender neutral aside from reader being called ‘mommy’ / almost 1k words

idk y'all. i can no longer deprive my mommy domme spirit of what it needs. if it's ooc... just look away. I NEED THIS OKAY. and he needs to be punished and then babied a lil bit. it would fix him. HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO THE BOY!!!!!

Your ribs might as well be fused together given the way you’re pressed so tightly to each other’s sides, skin welded to skin as blood pulses life throughout the both of you. It’s the moments like these that make you realize he’s more human than most would like to believe.

You can see it in the way that very same blood causes him to flush various shades of pink and red, can feel it in every tremor of the muscles that work so hard to hold him upright. Satoru Gojo is more of a human being than ever when he’s in your grasp, and that’s precisely why he’s always so eager to be within it.

The bed is plush beneath him but it doesn’t compare to the comforting sensation of your arm secured around his waist to keep him close, making him feel warm and enveloped even as the crisp air nips at his exposed skin. Your other hand is wrapped around the red, weeping mess that is his cock, hard and throbbing to the point it causes pain, because you’ve already edged him three times and are now heading for a fourth. Though he’s hoping that perhaps this time you’ll bring him to the edge and let him tumble over it.

Legs spread, Satoru’s head thuds against the wall behind the bed as he swallows thickly, panting as your palm continues to squelch along his length with every slow and precise stroke. His face is wet with tears and he has one hand fisted into the sheets while the other spreads along the inside of your thigh and grips for purchase.

Where he once was so incredibly vocal, he is now reduced to a being that can only offer soft sobs and whimpers in reaction to your loving torture, and this is how you’re able to tell that he is at his limits. You’ve broken him with your steadfast yet gentle punishment, edged him until he’s bleary-eyed and obedient like a needy child, and your efforts have been successful, so you think there’s no need to drag things out for much longer.

“Mommy, p-please…” he begs in a whisper, voice warped by tears and hips struggling to refrain from bucking up into your hand. Satoru has repented for his earlier transgressions and has since lost the attitude that had gotten him into this situation. You’re starting to feel rather merciful towards him now.

You turn your head to press your lips against his temple, soothing him with a kiss there and mumbling, “Shhh, I know, baby.”

Satoru shudders at the feeling of your warm breath and words floating around his ear, and he’s fallen deep into a space that fills his head completely with fluffy clouds and stardust. He needs you to give him permission to let go, to finally give in to the pleasure you’ve been withholding from him.

“Do you think you’ve learned your lesson?” you ask, tasting the salt of the tears upon his cheek.

Satoru breathes in a small gasp, hips twitching as he nods enthusiastically. “Mhm, yeah—yeahyeahyeah,” he answers you with desperation, suddenly filled with hope that you’ll give him a much-needed orgasm. “I’ll be good, mommy, promise.”

You grin at the way he slurs his words and vows to be obedient despite his insolent nature. “Alright then,” you reply, your permissive tone like music to his ears as your hand continues its rhythm. “You can go ahead and cum for me, Satoru.”

He immediately releases a moan of pure relief and lets his eyes roll to the back of his head, muscles finally relaxing now that he doesn’t have to fight off impending release. He can simply float in a cloud of bliss and let the pleasure wash over him when it finally comes, which is going to be much sooner rather than later at this rate.

Satoru’s grasp on you tightens along with his balls and abs, lungs struggling to breathe properly as your hand picks up its pace a hardly noticeable amount—but it’s enough for him, and that’s evident by how he pants and moans in little ‘ah, ah, ah’s that fill the air.

“That’s it, angel; give it to me,” you goad gently, and that’s all it takes. With one final choked cry, Satoru tenses up and releases ropes of cum that land hotly on his thighs, his stomach, and your fingers, painting them sticky white. It drives him into an even more mindless state than before, and after he’s done sobbing out his pleasure, he begins to crumple into you regardless of his size.

White hair tickles your neck as he makes a home there. “Messy boy,” You giggle lightly and grant his cheek with a kiss, admiring the way he’s covered the both of you with such a heavy load. “See, that wasn’t so bad, was it?”

Satoru tucks his face further into your neck with a pout. “Mm. You’re mean.”

Rolling your eyes, you playfully shake your head. "Oh yes, I know. I’m just the meanest mommy in the whole wide world," you reply jokingly. "I never ever let my baby cum or give him kisses or hugs or snuggles afterwards. I'm just the absolute worst."

All he does is huff against you and stay silent for several moments afterwards while you rub a comforting hand along his arm. After his body’s gone slack and breathing has evened out into a slow tickle along your skin, you begin to suspect that he’s about to doze off.

“Don’t fall asleep yet, baby. We still need to get you cleaned up.”

Satoru shuffles and whines, wrapping an arm around your waist and trying to force his oversized body even closer to yours in protest.

“Uh uh, don’t whine,” you warn with a slightly firmer tone. “No more attitude today. Not unless you want another punishment.”

#dividers by @cafekitsune #satoru gojo x reader #sub!gojo #gojo satoru x reader #satoru gojo smut #jjk smut #jjk x reader #cw mommy kink #my writing.#re: satoru gojo

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anotherlifelesshawksloverplshelp · 2 months

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Need

Another little Yan!Keigo post because I've been all up in my ish recently~<3

He only ever wants to take care of you. To provide you with everything you need, to prove that he's all you'll ever need. He wants you hooked on him, and he'll do anything to show that to you.

💖LITTLE NOTE sorry if it's poorly written im running on like 2 hours. if you think i should re-do it just let me know<3

TW:Yan!Keigoxf/afab reader! Dubious consent (technically noncon depending on your perspective :[ ), masturbation, penetration, cunnilingus, crying, sorta comfort. Just Yandere stuff, yk..

You had always been a good girl for him. Well, for the most part.

But he did his best to make sure it never crossed your pretty little mind of being unhappy or leaving. He loved you, after all. What more was there to life than that? You didn't need anything out there in the world, you needed him, and he did everything to keep it that way. To show that to you. To prove it to you.

He'd keep the bed just how you liked it, to show he did it best.

He'd bring you your favorite foods, knowing no one else ever would. You'd never need to get anything yourself or need someone to help when he'd do it for you. He'd make sure you were happy, well rested, well fed, and most importantly, well fucked.

He concentrated on the latter as if it was just as necessary in everyday life as everything else.

He wanted you hooked.

He made sure that he had satisfied you multiple times a day, no matter what. Whether you were in the mood or not, he viewed it like your appetite. Just because you weren't hungry didn't mean you shouldn't eat, right? After all, you had that terrible habit of denying what was good for you. What you needed. Love, food, sleep, him.

This was surely no different, just you being foolish. What a cute little fool that he loved, no? If only you understood that this was all for you. You being here with him was for you. His attention was for you. All for you.

So when you're sweating, panting, begging that you had enough, pleading with that pretty little voice of yours "please please please Kei, no more.." with every glittering tear that spilled from those eyes that he'd adore, he'd kiss them away as he'd continue to abuse your poor, aching pussy.

If only youd stop crying. He hated when you cried. If only youd understand you needed this.

He'd let you cry though. He'd be patient, there to wipe every tear away as your sore, overstimulated self whimpered as he curled his fingers against your sore walls, gently tapped and lapped away at your swollen clit, being sure that you've had your fill before he even thought about diving into you.

Only the best.

"It's okay Dove, it's alright" He'd coo and calm you as you shook from overstimulation, letting himself drown in the sight of you, a wreck for him, knowing no one else would ever have you like this, or in any other way.

"Shhh, now now, you know i don't like it when you cry.." he'd reassure you, his movements slow whether he had his fingers in you or was balls deep, carefully rocking his hips against you, listening to your gentle cries. He watch as you'd grip the pillows, pull things over your face, dig your nails into his arms, and he didn't mind. He'd just loosen your grip, remove any obstacle to seeing your tear stained face, eyes grazing over the pink that flooded your skin like ink in water. Everyone made bad decisions here and there, and he was convinced you'd learn to stop evading him, trying to hide or avoid his love. If not, he would fix it all the same. No problem to him, he thought.

After all, it was always all for you.

And afterwards, he'd clean you up and coddle you. He'd take you to the bath if you'd like, gently rinsing away whatever mess you had, whether that be from the tears that stained your face to the one he made on your stomach. He'd use the water and a warm rag to sooth whatever ache or soreness you felt from your "medicine", pressing kisses to your face, your skin, everywhere, praising you for doing so well, for understanding, for letting him love you.

He'd take you back to the bed, wrapping you in the softest blankets amongst the mounds of pillows, holding you close to him as he spoke whatever sweet words he had to offer depending on how the day went.

If you were good, he'd tell you how he loved you, how good you were for him, what he'd get you to treat you.

On days you may have been not so good, he'd ask if you understood. Understood that he loved you, that you'd know someday, that you had to understand...

But he'd hold you close, rocking you against his chest all the same, regardless of the conversation, gently running fingers along your skin, through your hair, pressing featherlight kisses whether you were marked or unmarked that day, his wings making a lovely crimson wall around the two of you, which proved to be both a threat and a promise. A symbolism of his love and his protection, but showed the cage you were in, the inability to escape... and whether you still had that annoying little voice telling you it wasn't right or not, you'd comply. You'd curl against him, you'd accept his embrace, his love, the comfort.

It was all for you, after all. You needed it.

#love you all #mha #bnha #Hawks #Keigo Takami #keigo x reader #Keigo takami x reader #hawks x reader #bnha keigo #yandere hawks x reader #yandere x darling

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sugawarassoulmate · 11 months

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not nut november - nov 04/nov 05

after the first few days, they were feeling great. then the weekend came.

tutor!akaashi & shitty bf!daishou

word count: 423 & 290

cw: fem!reader, bimbo!reader, unprotected sex, cheating/infidelity, choking, minors dni

tutor!akaashi

who even does studying on a saturday night? akaashi does, which means you have to too

you're in one of the study rooms at the campus library, which feels a little redundant since it's practically abandoned on a saturday night

"what act and scene is this line from?" akaashi asks, cooly. he's been quizzing you on king lear for the past three hours, making sure you knew could identify the passages for your midterm

"act three, scene two?" you guess but akaashi's eyes already tell you that you're wrong. "ugh, can we take a break, keiji? my brain is turning to mush!"

akaashi would argue that your brain was mush to begin with but there's no use continuing when you've already given up

there was one way he could motivate you to keep studying — it was for your own good really, you weren't smart enough to pass this exam just by winging it

but he remembers the bet he made with his friends earlier this week something about not having sex during the whole month. it was stupid but he knew he'd never hear the end of it from bokuto if he lost

akaashi supposes he could just eat you out while you study but nothing does the trick more than making you sit on his cock, making you read out his notes while you bounce in his lap...

it's not long before akaashi has you bent over the desk, skirt flipped up and panties pushed to the side. "come on, don't just think with your pussy, recite the line for me," he says, pulling you by the hair

"ahhh, 'when thou dost ask me blessing, i'll'—fuck, keiji!" you cry when he pulls out only to slam back into you.

a slap to your ass is what brings you back to reality. "'i'll...i'll kneel down and ask of thee forgiveness' uhhh, act five, scene three?" you answered, crying when akaashi's fingers circle your clit.

"look at that, she's finally using her little brain," akaashi coos, snapping his hips harder into you. "read the next one." he says, knowing this is the only way you'll pass

he can say it's for your benefit as much as he wants to but akaashi is just as guilty of thinking with his crotch, maybe even more so

akaashi only lets you cum when you've gone through all of the study guide and he rewards you by spilling his seed deep inside your womb and walking you to your dorm with his cum running down your leg

shitty bf!daishou

saturdays are meant for your girlfriend. taking her on dates and watching shows with her

but it's not saturday and you're not daishou's girlfriend, which is why he's technically not breaking any no nut november rules right now

his friends explicitly said that fucking your girl was off limits for the entire month

which is why he turned to you the first chance he got

"sugu!" the two of you barely made it past your door, with daishou pouncing on you the second he shut it behind him

now he's got you spread out on your floor, a hand wrapped around your throat

"shhh, i know, babe," he whispers, pace never letting up as he abuses your cunt. "you're gonna take all my cum this month, yeah? be my fuckin' cum dump?"

it's so sick and your heart breaks for mika, completely unaware that her boyfriend is balls deep in someone else—someone she calls a friend

but you nod anyway because for an entire month daishou's body will belong to you

mika will have to wonder about the faint smell of your perfume on his clothes, wondering why it smells so familiar

it's pathetic and cruel and so unlike you but it's what you want more than anything

"yes, yes, sugu! i want your cum," you gasp, nails running down his back "i'll take all of it, just give it to me, please!"

and daishou just loves the desperation, grunting a quick "that's my girl," before fucking you harder than ever

and as your eyes roll into the back of your head, and you feel the warmth of daishou's cum flooding your cunt, all that goes through your head is his voice saying "that's my girl," over and over

#haikyuu smut #haikyu smut #akaashi smut #akaashi keiji smut #keiji akaashi smut #daishou suguru smut #daishou smut #daisho smut #suguru daishou smut #haikyuu x reader #haikyu x reader #no nut november 🍑#🥀#🥀akaashi #🥀daishou #tutor!akaashi #shitty bf!daishou

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hard-core-super-star · 11 months

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searching for redemption [K.Bishop]

pairing: switch!kate bishop x bottom!reader x top!kate bishop

summary: a multiversal anomaly grants you and your girlfriend the opportunity to explore some of your more...intense desires.

warnings: pure smut -> minors, don't you dare interact with this [selfcest + threesome; kinda dubcon at the beginning 'cause R doesn't know it's another version of kate; slight degradation/humiliation [other kate is mean but in a good way]; strap-on sex [kate receiving]; cunnilingus [R receiving]; both kates are technically service tops but shhh; there's an element of tease and denial but it's sort of a background thing]

wordcount: 3.4k

a/n: this is quite literally the filthiest thing i've ever written so proceed with caution. this is a request/lowkey commission from a very lovely anonymous person so shoutout to them for all their ideas. i'm definitely not going to drop a link to my buy me a coffee for anyone else who might be interested. anyways, thank you for your support, i'll go back to writing pure fluff soon...maybe, hope you enjoy <3

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You should've known something was different about your girlfriend the second she stepped foot in your shared apartment.

She had left early in the morning, mumbling something about Yelena and how the blonde was insistent on forcing her to have an actual training routine. Your complaints about it had been swallowed up by your exhaustion so the brunette was forced to leave since she couldn't come up with any excuses not to.

Needless to say, your day had been boring so, the second you heard the front door open, your mind was filled with the excitement of your girlfriend being back home. Excitement that didn't let you focus on the way Kate slammed the door shut behind her or the mumbled string of curses that followed.

“Well, what do we have here?”

The sound of her voice makes you smile and you turn to look at her over your shoulder. “Thought I would surprise my girlfriend with her favorite food. I would’ve gotten pizza but you always end up giving all your slices to Lucky.”

You catch the small roll of her eyes before you turn your attention back to the stove, turning off the flame before Kate distracts you and you burn the boxed macaroni…again.

She doesn’t reply immediately but you write it off as her being tired and nothing else. Until she speaks up again in a tone you’re not used to hearing from her.

“Fuck. You're perfect.”

“Is that you or your stomach talking?”

“Neither.”

You're about to ask her what she means when she crosses the space between you. Her hands grip your waist, pulling you backward until you collide with her body. The food you had been preparing gets forgotten the second you feel a certain hardness rubbing against your ass.

“You missed me that much?” You tease.

You’re expecting one of her usual responses. Maybe a whine or a witty comment or a barrage of kisses across your shoulders.

You don’t get any of that, though.

Instead, you get her calloused hands groping at your chest through the fabric of the worn-out band tee you stole from her closet. “Don’t be a brat, baby.”

The words are something you've only ever heard as a joke, a playful jab that never lands since you both know Kate’s the real brat. But today, they slip out of her mouth without a second thought as if she’s said them, and meant them, a thousand times before.

“Says the one ignoring my fantastic cooking skills.” You push back against her hips, expertly grinding against the strap-on hidden inside her pants and earning yourself a groan from her parted lips.

“I don’t think you’re in any position to be complaining,” she mumbles.

Her hands leave your waist and all at once, she’s turning you around and pushing you up against the kitchen counter. You attempt to tease her again but she’s far quicker than you are.

She instantly leans in to capture your lips in a borderline desperate kiss as her hands explore your waist. You're no stranger to Kate's arousal-filled desperation, and you can't judge her since you're the same way sometimes, but there's something different about it.

Some underlying darkness that you can't quite place.

“Kate-” You attempt to pull away but she doesn't let you get far.

She ignores your half-formed moan, choosing instead to deepen the kiss while she hooks one of your legs over her hip to erase the already non-existent space left between your bodies. Her actions are unexpected but they only serve to fuel the gathering arousal in your underwear.

You’re too caught up in the feelings she creates inside you to hear the sound of the door opening again…until you hear a very familiar voice.

“What the fuck?”

You jump away from the archer only to find yourself staring at Kate.

Well, two Kates.

You briefly wonder if you’re dreaming but the remnants of Kate’s hands on your body feel far too real for any of this to be a dream. Which means you’re staring at not one but two versions of your girlfriend.

Versions that seem to be engaged in a very serious staring contest.

“Is this another one of Wanda’s little tricks?” The difference in her tone of voice is suddenly obvious. “‘Cause it wasn’t funny the first time.”

“What? No. I’m me…and you’re me…and you’re hot?” The way the brunette stumbles over her words confirms your suspicions.

You’ve been making out with another version of your girlfriend.

And you can’t find it in yourself to be too upset about it.

Clearly, this other version Kate doesn’t mind either. She steps away from you, her arms crossed and a single eyebrow raised. “Why do you sound so surprised? Have you never looked at yourself in the mirror?”

Kate’s eyes widen and you can make out the soft pink hue that spreads across her face. Her hands are balled into fists at her side, almost as if she’s ready to defend you from this other version of herself. “y/n?”

You know what she’s actually asking of you but you can’t stop yourself from adding fuel to the fire. “Well, you are hot.”

Your girlfriend stares at you like a fish out of water while her other self bursts out laughing. It should be weird and yet you find yourself smiling as if the fabric of the universe didn’t somehow rip to create this moment.

“See? This is why I love her.”

Kate’s flustered and slightly nonchalant attitude disappears instantly. “Hey, she’s my girlfriend.”

Her possessive nature can’t be stopped, not even when her only competition is literally herself.

“Excuse me, your girlfriend was enjoying everything I was doing.”

Her comment leaves you breathless and, unfortunately for all of you, your girlfriend knows exactly what that reaction means. It means the other Kate isn’t wrong. And the knowledge instantly sparks a reaction in your archer.

“Shut the fuck up.” She shoves the other version of herself and while the act isn’t technically aggressive, it prompts the other archer to respond the same way.

Their shoves turn into a, somewhat pathetic, attempt at fighting with each other. They’re somehow the exact same person which means every punch is anticipated and blocked accordingly, leaving them both to stumble toward the nearest wall while they try to outwit each other with increasingly illogical insults.

The sight is more entertaining than strange and your next words fly out of you far too fast to be stopped. “You guys should just kiss and make up, it’ll be faster.”

The smirk you receive in response gives you a clear idea of which Kate is currently being held against the wall. “I told you she was into it.”

Your archer reluctantly lets go of the other one, turning around to look at you, a weird mix of surprise and longing in her eyes. “You think we should…what?”

“I’m just saying,” you reply with a shrug. “What’s the use of fighting with yourself anyway?”

Kate stares at you, mouth agape, while her variant shoots you a wink over your girlfriend’s shoulder. It shouldn’t be hot but you learned a long time ago not to question the things you find attractive about the archer.

“Come on, you can’t tell me you’ve never thought about it.”

“Thought about what?” Those eyes you love so much leave you as she waits for a response from her double.

“Kissing yourself.”

You have to fight against yourself not to laugh at the look that crosses your girlfriend’s face. “Excuse me?”

“Is she always this stubborn?” Kate rolls her eyes before pushing herself off the wall and approaching you again. The way she moves tells you there's a plan hiding inside her mind and you already know you’ll go along with whatever she wants.

“Don’t you already know the answer?” You reply, accepting the hand she holds out for you and jumping down from the counter. “You’re the same person.”

“Right again, darling.”

Your girlfriend’s intake of breath reaches your ears right as her variant pulls you in close. What you’re doing borders on insanity but you don’t care. Some experiences are worth losing your mind over.

She wordlessly checks in with you and the second you nod, her hands tangle in your hair and pull you into until there’s no space left between your lips. You know you should feel weird about what you're doing, maybe even a little guilty, but it’s impossible to deny the connection that runs between you, even if you’re different versions of the person the other one loves.

You almost expect your Kate to voice her displeasure and kick her variant out. But of course, that doesn’t happen. Because no one in this room can’t say they’re not more than a little curious to see where things go. To see how far they can go.

Kate pulls away from you, her lips pulled together somewhere between a giddy grin and a knowing smirk. It’s striking how different she seems to be despite being the archer you know and love. “Glad to see we’re on the same page, baby.”

“y/n?” The archer’s voice is barely audible over the pounding in your chest. “I…do you…is this what you want?”

You meet her eyes, both of you searching the other for any signs of discomfort. The only thing you find though are the very obvious signs of your girlfriend’s growing arousal. So, you nod. “Yeah. If you’re okay with it.”

“I…I mean, yeah. I think I am.”

“That was fast,” Kate’s variant teases. “Did watching me make out with your girlfriend turn you on that much?”

The answer is more than clear but the slight catch of her breath gives her away far too quickly. “Shut up.”

“Make me.”

A few seconds of tense silence go by before you all collectively spring into action. It’s, admittedly, a mess of hands and lips but the three of you make it into the bedroom together. You lose track of who’s who until a pair of rough hands push you down onto the mattress.

Kate attempts to follow after you but her double stops her before she can get too far. “Where do you think you’re going?”

“I, uh-” You watch as your girlfriend does her best to pull herself together. “Where do you think?”

“Nice try.” She pulls Kate against her body and you’re given a front row seat to the subtle expressions of pleasure your archer tries to hide. “You’re not going anywhere yet though. We have to give your girlfriend a good show.”

You have a pretty good idea of what she means and yet nothing could have prepared you for the real thing.

Your thighs instantly clench together while you watch the other Kate’s hands trail underneath your girlfriend’s shirt. The fabric in the way stops you from seeing much but your girlfriend’s body and the feeling of her skin in your hands is forever ingrained into your brain.

“What-” Her words get caught in her throat and all that comes out instead is a breathy moan.

“Do you ever stop talking?” The variant’s words slip out in between groans, her hips sliding back and forth against Kate’s ass. “Just let yourself feel good, I know what you want.”

You watch, entranced, as Kate’s lips trail a path down your archer’s neck, slowly coaxing her tense shoulders into relaxing as her head tilts back. “You…are way too sure of yourself.”

It’s impossible not to laugh at her words, mainly because you’ve said them at least a hundred times and she never believes you. Your amusement is shared by the other archer and she shoots you a small smile. “Maybe…but I’ll bet anything you’re already dripping for me.”

The words aren’t technically meant for you but your moan tangles with Kate’s. In all honesty, you’ve been dripping since your little makeout session in the kitchen and your clit throbs so hard, you’re sure a mere gust of wind would be enough to make you cum. It really would be so easy to slip your hand-

“No touching, sweetheart. Be a good girl and wait for us.”

The thought of having to wait more than a few seconds is unbearable but there’s no way you’ll disobey this dominant version of your girlfriend. You’ve always had your suspicions that Kate holds back her rougher side around you and this, strange and unexpected, meeting merely confirms your thoughts.

You’re tempted to beg just to see what reaction you’ll get out of both of them.

Instead, you groan and position your hands above your head, gripping the pillow hard enough to leave nail marks in the fabric.

Your own struggle leaves you unaware of the storm brewing inside your girlfriend. A storm full of unspoken desires and a need to get her hands on something.

The position she’s in makes it hard for her to even attempt to fight for control but she tries anyway. Hesitant hands reach out behind her to blindly run her fingers across whatever skin she can find.

“I told you it would feel good.” Her other self murmurs against the flushed skin of her neck. “I know everything you like. I know all the spots that drive you wild.”

“Please.”

Your girlfriend’s slightly whiny voice forces you to focus again. Unfortunately, the sight you focus on merely serves to drive you further toward the edge of desperation. “God, will you just hurry up and fuck each other already?”

Your words make both versions of the archer halt their movements.

Two pairs of wide eyes stare you down but while one looks flustered enough to turn into a puddle on the floor, the other one regards you as if you're her next meal. It's dizzying and pleasurable all at the same time and you know the squirming of your legs gives you away instantly.

“I see you still haven't tamed your brat.” Kate rolls her eyes but there's far too much excitement on her face for the action to be believable. “Too bad I can't deny her anything.”

Time somehow slows down and speeds up at the same time.

You're still left neglected on the bed but the two brunettes finally start removing the many obstacles in the way. Your girlfriend gets turned around easily and you're barely able to keep yourself together when she works up enough courage to kiss the other version of herself.

Surprisingly steady hands reach out to tear away at shirts and clumsily pull at pants.

It feels like both an eternity and a second until they're both standing naked in front of you and you're panting just from the sight of them. Your patience is finally rewarded when your girlfriend climbs on top of you, hushed murmurs of how perfect you are getting lost as her hands explore your desperate skin.

“Kate,” you moan, your hands reaching out for her.

“I know, baby, I'm getting there.” There's the slightest hint of a tease in her tone but it comes more serious than you've ever heard it from her. You don't know what being physical with a variant of herself has done to your girlfriend but you don't really care as long as she’ll finally give you what you want.

What you want comes in the form of four hands pushing and pulling at your clothes until you're left vulnerable under both of them.

The sight of your drenched folds makes them both groan but it's your archer who moves first. “Fuck, y/n, you look so good like this. All mine to play with.”

The more dominant of the two merely smirks, content to watch while Kate trails a path of kisses down your body.

“Please.” This time, you're the one who begs and your hands instinctively wrap around the archer’s as she holds your legs open.

She doesn't say anything in response, she merely leans in and lets her mouth explore your wetness. There's nothing new about her motions but there's a certain confidence behind them that you've never seen before.

Your girlfriend, usually slow and gentle, instantly attaches herself to your swollen clit, her tongue flicking relentlessly against your sensitive bud.

You're too lost in your own pleasure to notice the movements of her variant…until you literally feel Kate moan into your cunt.

It's hard for your eyes to focus but once they do, you're left bucking your hips up and clenching around nothing. You watch through wide eyes as Kate’s variant thrusts into her soaked pussy, strong hands gripping her hips while she fucks her at an equally relentless pace.

Holding your head up is a challenge but you manage, unwilling to look away from such a tantalizing sight.

You whine when Kate’s lips detach from your clit and it takes no time for her other self to grip onto her hair and push her face down into your cunt. “Fuck her like you mean it, Katie.”

Whatever response your girlfriend had fades away as you messily grind against her face. She wastes no time in giving you what you need, her grip tightening in an attempt to keep you still.

There's no way for any of you to stop yourself from squirming and grinding into each other in some way and the room quickly falls into a continued chorus of grunts and moans.

You can hear the sound of the other archer’s voice but you're too far gone to make out the words she says.

Kate isn't though and the mix between being praised and degraded makes her clench around the strap buried deep inside of herself. Which only prompts more humiliatingly pleasurable words from lips that are basically identical to her own.

“Fuck, this is what you needed, isn't it? To be fucked so good you're forced to give in to all those nasty thoughts in your head? It feels so good, doesn't it, Kate?”

Hearing her own name in her own voice while she's being pounded into by herself feels far too good not to admit it. And the sounds of pleasure that escape her lips push you right over the edge almost instantly.

“Kate!” The archer’s name is the only warning you can give before you slam head-first into an earth-shattering orgasm.

“Fuck-” Both Kates respond at the same time as they're both pushed over the edge by different things.

Your girlfriend falls apart the second she feels your release soak her chin and the sight of both of you completely fucked out beneath her causes her variant to crash into her own orgasm.

You're sure you blackout for a few bliss-filled moments and when you open your eyes again, you're greeted with the sight of your girlfriend sprawled out on top of you, her heavy pants lightly tickling your skin.

You turn your head to the side and find her variant, panting just as heavily beside you, her hand clutching yours, the toy covered in your girlfriend’s release still attached to her hips.

You're in the middle of forming a plan to get your hands on her when she speaks up. “That was…wow.”

The sound of her voice makes your archer lift her face from your chest, a wide grin on her face. “You can say that again.”

You hate how well you know her because her features give away the words she’s not willing to say. “You want to leave, don't you?”

Your voice is a hoarse whisper after all the loud moaning you've done but they both hear you. There's a beat of silence, two sets of eyebrows furrowing, and then your answer.

“Yeah…I just…I don't know how I got here but I need to get back home. To you…my version of you.”

She looks genuinely apologetic and you would laugh if you weren't so tired. “I get it. As amazing as this was, this isn't your home.”

“But feel free to come back anytime,” Kate says, completing the other half of your thoughts. “You, uh, taught us a lot.”

“Mmm, did she? I think we already knew you were full of yourself.”

“Yeah, but she made it literal.”

Your girlfriend gets a chuckle out of both you and her variant but it's not enough of a reward for her.

It happens in the blink of an eye but suddenly Kate is sitting up and pulling her other self into a rough kiss, her hands tangled in her hair and her teeth nipping at her bottom lip.

The sight is somehow more attractive than the first time and all three of you are left breathless once they pull away. Giving Kate the satisfaction she was looking for.

Her variant leaves, once she manages to pull herself together again, and you and Kate, your Kate, stay in bed for a while. There's an unspoken understanding about what she's discovered about herself but she finally speaks up after a while.

“So…do you think we can try bondage next?”

“Yeah. I honestly always thought you were a little vanilla in bed.”

Your response earns you a glare…and an overachieving archer who goes above and beyond to show you how wrong you truly are.

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drowsynyuu · 7 months

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HOW DIFFERENT ELECTRO CHARACTERS MAKE OUT W YOU (GENSHIN IMPACT) ミ★

NSFW BELOW~ genshin impact masterlist!!

cw: mostly fem/afab reader (except for cyno, i don’t really specify anything gender related w him but with all of the women the reader is meant to be a woman (fight me idc all the women characters in genshin are lesbians ‼️)), beidou fingers you in public (technically) 🥰, ngl ei’s a little subby but that’s okay (i started thirsting over dom y/n), yae fingers you under a tree.. there’s no one nearby tho, ngl cyno’s is probably the most tame…

a/n: i love how this went from maybe a little bit inappropriate to straight up nsfw 💀

cyno // the room was filled with sloppy kissing sounds, you and cyno on the bed, his hand rested on your hip as you were almost straddled on his lap. it was nice, almost like a floating feeling for him. a soft sound of pleasure left cyno’s lips as you ran your fingers through his hair, giving it a soft tug as you deepened the kiss— your tongue meeting his in a fleeting kiss.

ei // “so pretty..” you muttered against ei’s lips, your bodies pressed against each other as your hands were on her hips, her legs over yours a little as you laid her down. your hands went to her her thighs, giving them a nice grip as you broke the kiss to pepper kisses onto her neck. you smirked a little as soft moans left ei’s lips, your hands moving to grab her ass. you chuckled a little as you felt ei squirm, her face flushed red as she clung to you.

yae miko // “dear, just relax.. no one’s gonna see us..” yae reassured you as she placed gentle kisses to your collarbone, her fingers gently pumping inside your cunt. “there we go.. that’s my girl..” she smirked as she felt you relax on her fingers, leaning in to kiss you softly. you moaned against her lips as you felt her rub your clit with her thumb, deepening the kiss as your tongues met.

beidou // “shhh.. keep it down, babe.. there’s still people up..” beidou chuckled softly as she whispered to you, kissing you to keep your voice down as her fingers curled inside your pussy. “that feel nice, huh?” she asked, chuckling as you nodded, a soft whimper leaving your lips. she held your body close to hers, your back pressed against her chest as she kissed you hungrily. you couldn’t even think, brain too foggy from feeling her fingers fucking into you.

lisa // to say that lisa was a god at making you feel good was an understatement. all it took was her holding you close as she kissed you, her tongue brushing against yours as her hands grabbed your hips. she gently pushed you onto the bed, breaking the kiss to give your neck sweet kisses as her hand snuck into your shorts to gently tease your clit, a soft chuckle coming from her as she listened to the way you gasped from her touch.

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rockstvrdotcom · 1 year

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♱☫ ⪼ "silly little brat"

hi guys ik u missed me

fem reader btw

summary: a story in which you and feitan hatefuck after getting into a heated argument after the both of you fuck up a mission

tw/cw: hatefuck, spanking, degradation, name calling (bitch, slut, whore, etc), spanking, slapping, hair pulling, feitans a total b word, rough sex, slight knife play? not rlly feitan js threatens u wit a knife (technically his umbrella) and cuts thru ur panties 😝, dub-con (if u squint)

"oh my gosh. can't you just admit it was your fault? you literally got in the way right when i was about to punch h-" your rambling was interrupted by a loud thump, feitans hand making contact with the table; watching as the wood split.

"shut up. you're too loud" he muttered quietly. you scoffed, rolling your eyes. you blinked as you watched him walk towards you, little to no expression on his face.

he took out his umbrella, pointing the sharp end to your face. "you annoy me. very much." he said, his mask thingy; or whatever the hell it is— slipping off his chin just a little bit to reveal a small frown. his eyebrows were slightly furrowed.

"wow! thanks! i didn't notice." you said sarcastically, before you could even let out a small laugh; he had you pinned to the wall in just a blink.

your breath hitched. he had one hand next to your neck and against the wall. his lips curled into a small— mischevious smile. he tucked a stray strand of hair behind your ear. "what the hell are you doing-"

"shhh." he cut you off, his hand now moving from your ear to your waist. his thumb rubbed circles; your mouth was slightly opened. you were confused, but went along with it— there was very obviously sexual tension in the room while you guys were arguing. his hand retracted from your waist, now sliding his thumb along your bottom lip.

"silly little brat, i might have to teach you a lesson." he chuckled. you looked into his eyes— his pupils now blown with lust. he pulled you close, bringing you in for a deep kiss. you kissed back, your tongues dancing with eachother.

while you were distracted, he took his umbrella, sliding his hand down the waistband of your pants/skirt. next thing you knew, your panties were cut in half; falling to the ground. you bit your lip as feitans hand snaked down dangerously close to your cunt.

"i don't even know if you deserve prep.. dumb slut. what do you think?" he asked, his tone mocking you. you didn't know what to say. you just stood there, wondering what he would do next.

he took your silence as an answer. "oh— so no prep? had no idea you were a whore." he teased, dipping his middle finger inbetween your dripping wet folds.

"you probably wouldn't have needed it anyway. i've barely done anything and your cunt is already drenched" you felt your cheeks turn red as he spoke. he took his middle finger and shoved it in your mouth, making you taste yourself on his finger.

"fuck. i need you s'bad feitan," you cried out, bucking up your hips into nothing. he raised his eyebrows in amusement, chuckling. "wan' you in me, please." he watched you beg, finding it funny how just a second ago you were arguing and now your begging him to fuck you stupid.

"i think i might be a bit too big for you, you think it'll fit in your tight cunt?" he laughed, then wiped his hand on his baggy pants. giving you a look that told you that he'd let you take the lead for now. your hands rushed to take off the layers of clothing he had on. you were both making out on the table that he almost broke; once everything besides his pants was off, you admired the way his dick stretched the fabric of his pants— begging to be let out. your eyes trailed up to his abs, covered in scars.

you palmed him through his pants, watching his pupils dilate in pleasure. "fuck, its' so big," you whined, eyelashes fluttering innocently "don't know if s'gonna fit, baby" you complained, lowering your head down to his crotch as he sat up on the table. he grunted in impatience as you slowly took the waistband of his pants with your teeth and slowly slid it down.

"hurry up before i do it myself." he demanded, taking a fistful of your hair. he looked down at you, taking in the look you were giving him. you looked up at him innocently, eyes glossy and hair messed up. he licked his lips, his boxers feeling tighter.

now that his pants were gone, you became eager. you quickly slipped his boxers off. you watched his cock spring out— making you second guess even more if you could take it, he smirked when he saw your reaction.

and now he was tired of your slow pace, he grabbed you by the hips and bent you over the table. you let out a breathy moan as you felt his dick against your ass, looking behind you to see the sight of him spitting on his dick and stroking his cock; using his spit as lube.

you arched your back and backed up into him so your pussy would make contact with his crotch. "calm down. be patient or you won't get fucked, dumb bitch" he tsked, grabbing your breast and kneading it roughly. his hand released your breast, and moved back down to his dick, stroking it roughly before sliding it up and down your folds; covering his tip in your slick.

"put it in alread—" you begged, but stopped mid sentence when you felt a stinging pain on your ass. you looked up at feitan, who looked back at you.

"you're not one to make demands, sweetheart. i told you to be patient, didn't i?" feitan said, wincing as he grabbed you by the chin. all you could do was nod in agreement, your lips pursed shut.

he aligned the tip with your entrance, licking his lips as if he was about to eat a delicious meal.

you whimpered in both pain and pleasure when you felt him slide inside you roughly— his cock stretching out your walls and leaving no time for you to adjust to his size as he began to thrust in and out of your wet cunt as if his life depended on it. the sound of skin slapping against skin filled the room, your moans and pants mixing with feitans grunts and groans to create a harmony.

curses spilt out of feitans lips, his eyes focused on your pussy and your pussy only. the sight of your cunt squeezing and gripping him; refusing to let go as he slipped in and out of you.

you looked behind you to see his thumb drawing shapes with your clit. "fuck.." you muttered as the pleasure of him playing with your clit added to the pleasure of him fucking in and out of you.

"hah— it's like this pussy was made for me. squeezing around me so nicely; she just doesn't wanna let me go." feitan laughed inbetween grunts, his cock throbbing— he felt it and so could you. your cheeks were flushed red, short breaths escaping your mouth.

"fuck– i'm close." you moaned out, cursing as you felt your stomach tighten. his eyebrows perked up in amusement, his pace picking up even though you thought it couldn't get any faster; but it did.

you almost gasped as he thrusted in and out of you so much more deeper and faster than before— your moans stuck in your throat, his speed leaving you speechless. "fuck, feitan, s- slow down!" you begged, tears forming at the waterline of your eyes from the overwhelming pleasure.

"you can take it." he purred into your ear, grabbing you roughly by the hair. the mix of pain and pleasure was just enough to drive you over the edge.

the feeling of pleasure and euphoria washed over you, clouding your vision. you squeezed around feitan, about to let out a loud moan until he covered your mouth with his hand. "shh.. i think i can hear the rest of the troupe coming back" he whispered. the thought of getting caught made your walls flutter around him, the pleasure of you tightening around him bringing him closer and closer.

finally you felt him release his warm load inside of you, biting your lip so whimpers don't escape your mouth. he pulled out of you, watching his spend leak out of your used hole. "what a pretty pussy.." he took his fingers, swiping up his cum that was flowing out and shoving it back in you. a silent moan came out of your mouth— only to be replaced by feitans fingers.

you both heard the sound of approaching footsteps. panic swept through you. "oh my god-" you said as you pulled up your pants quickly and put on your shirt. you looked over to feitan who was doing the same.

just as you tidied yourself up, machi walked in first. then the rest of the troupe. you sat on the floor, fiddling with strands of your hair as if nothing had happened.

#feitan portor #feitan hxh #feitan smut #feitan portor smut #feitan x reader #feitan portor x reader #feitan #smut #hxh smut #hunter x hunter

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The Ex, Pt. 2 (Story)

Brandi's muffled pleas was cut short as Conner walked across the room; “what a fucking loser”, he said with a sigh. Poor Brandi knew exactly what was going to happen and all she could do was fight helplessly against us. I hoped it was even more humiliating for her with Rachael watching! Without another word, Conner ripped the pacifier out of Brandi's mouth, causing her to whimper and struggle even harder. "Shhh, it's okay, princess,” I whispered, “Daddy's just gonna teach you some manners…”

Conner was such a stud, always ready to show off and put my little princess Brandi in her place. He didn’t even say anything, just pulled his pants off, right there in front of Rachel and me. I could Rachel's eyes light up a little as she took in the sight of Conner’s dick. "Wow, Heather," she giggled, "you weren't kidding. He is packing some serious heat!"

I shrugged and smiled, still watching Conner; "Now, imagine going from that huge, throbbing cock back to the pathetic little nub hidden away in that pink cage," I laughed, gesturing at the locked chastity device that kept my sissy's tiny clitty locked away. I just had to laugh as I watched Brandi's eyes instantly water as Daddy Conner stood over her. My poor princess knew her throat was about to get stretched. "Aww, poor widdle baby doesn't want Daddy's cock, huh? Too bad, 'cause, just like this fresh diaper, you're getting it whether you like it or not!"

Poor Brandi, still pinned down on the couch, squirmed and tried to protest as Conner grabbed a handful of her hair, pulled her pacifier out, and forced his thick cock past her lips. "Shut your mouth and take it, bitch," he growled. "You're here to do what I want, so suck like a good little slut."

As Conner thrust his hips, forcing Brandi's mouth open to take more of his cock, laughed at Rachael, who was shocked at the sight of her once-macho boyfriend turned into my sissy plaything. "Aww, look at my widdle baby Brandi! She's already tearing up like a little girlie!” I gushed; “what’s wrong sweets? Don’t you love Daddy’s dick?”

Rachel was stuck, just staring! She looked like she was somewhere between turned on, grossed out, and almost interested. "Damn, she can really suck, can't she?” Rach asked after a long minute of silence, “I mean seriously, just look at her go!" she exclaimed, a little smile spreading across her face. "It really looks like she’s done this once or two before, huh?"

I giggled, feeling a little excitement as I positioned the fresh diaper under Brandi's wriggling body. "That's right, Rach! And let's not forget that this loser technically cheated on both of us. I don’t think you two were even broken up before I got a text from this asshole! She deserves every bit of humiliation we can dish out, don't you think?" I asked, leaning in whispering to her. “Not like anyone else would have to know…unless you wanted to tell them.”

"Absolutely!" Rachel nodded with a sudden enthusiasm for humiliating the little sissy loser. "Let's make sure this diaper is nice and snug, Heather. Poor girlie needs someone to take care of her, right?” Perfect answer. As I pulled the diaper up between Brandi's legs, taking my time to ensure a perfect fit, just to drag out the humiliation, Rachel pinned Brandi's legs down, ensuring my sissy princess couldn't squirm away. "That's it, Brandi," Rachel cooed, her voice absolutely filled with fake sweetness. "Take Daddy's cock like a good little girl. Mmm, I'll bet it tastes so good, huh?" Rachel laughed as she suddenly leaned down and pinched Brandi's nose shut. "Let's make sure you can breathe through that mouth of yours, Brandi," she teased. "After all, we want you to take all of Daddy's cock, don't we, Heather?" Wow, maybe this girl was a little more into it than I thought!

Brandi's muffled squeals only pushed us both further. Rachel giggled, releasing Brandi's nose only to massage her throat, forcing her to gag on Conner's thick shaft. "Aww, did that hurt your widdle throat, princess? Too bad! You need to learn to take it like a big girl if you ever want to get out of pampers!” Rachel was quick to fully join in, which was fun! She grabbed Brandi by the throat, forcing the poor dear up, to take even more of Conner's cock. "That's it, Brandi, deepthroat that dick! Show us what a good little cock-sucking slut you can be!"

Conner's breathing started to quicken as he was getting close, and I could see the panic in Brandi's eyes as she realized what was about to happen. "Oh no, my widdle sissy looks scared!" I teased. "Don't worry, princess, it's just Daddy's cum. We all know you love it!"

"Mmm, I'll bet she does," Rachel giggled. "After all, she needs all the protein she can get to grow up to be a big girl, right, Heather?"

I laughed in agreement, getting turned on as Conner started to almost growl. "That's it, Conner, fill her mouth up! Brandi's such a greedy little cum slut, aren't you, princess?"

As Conner jammed his cock as far down Brandi's throat as he could, I watched his balls tighten on the poor sissy’s face. Fuck this was so hot, I could see the tears streaming down Brandi’s cheeks. "Swallow, you fucking loser," Conner demanded, his voice hoarse. "Take every drop, little girl. That's it, swallow it all and lick Daddy’s cock clean." I encouraged in her ear.

"Mmm, yes, Brandi," I could hear Rachel whispering in her other ear, stroking her diapered leg. "Swallow Daddy's delicious cum. It's your favorite treat, isn't it? You know Mommy and Daddy want you to enjoy every drop."

Brandi's eyes begged me silently, cum almost spilling out of her nose now, but I just laughed, enjoying her helplessness. "Don't worry, princess, there's more where that came from. Conner's always ready to give you a mouthful, aren't you, babe?"

Conner, flashed me sexy smirk, clearly very proud of himself after abusing my baby bitch. His hard cock was glistening with a either sissy saliva or Brandi's sad little tears, it was hard to tell at this point. "Yeah, sure, babe," he shrugged, “as long as I get to hit that tight pussy of yours later. Rachael and I burst into giggles. Conner would torment Brandi however I wanted if it meant he got to fuck me. Men, I swear. We watched Brandi gasp for breath, her eyes all wild and freaked out. The poor loser was probably seeing stars after Daddy Conner taught her some manners!

"Get lost, freak," Conner demanded, giving Brandi's face a hard smack with his cock before pulling up his pants, over it now though. “This weird shit is your thing, babe, not mine, I’m taking a shower." Rachael and I exchanged a totally wicked glance watching Conner walk away.

It seemed like my bestie and I had rekindled our friendship after some playtime with my new toy. "I think this little princess here needs a time-out, don't you, Heather?" she giggled, staring at Brandi's hot mess of a face, covered in cum and tears. "I should probably head back to my own man at home, but this was, like, so much fun! Heather, if you ever need a break from this loser, hit me up, I could babysit! Brandi and I have, like, so much catching up to do, don't we, princess?" she teased, her voice fake sweet as she stared directly into Brandi's tear-filled eyes. "After all, I'm sure she'd just looove to meet Jamal. We started dating right after this dick broke up with me, remember?" she added with an evil smile.

It was fun seeing Rachel again, and you know, it's always a blast to socialize your sissy and show ‘em off to the important people in their lives!

The end…for now.

#humili sissi

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gtgbabie0 · 1 year

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Could you write some more lifeguard! James Potter(if it’s not too much trouble) I loved the first blurb of that! Thank you!

Sneaking

{Lifeguard!James sneaks you into the pool he works at}

Of course, I can lovely! Hope you enjoy 💕

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Warm summer nights like this are the worst, the air is so thick with humidity that it makes it hard to breathe and everything feels so much heavier than usual, as if gravity somehow increased with the hot summer heat. You had hoped that the night might bring a cool breeze, yet there was nothing but still air.

However, luckily for you, James was given the keys to the pool he worked at, a stupid play on their part. You convinced him to sneak you both in, just to cool down and he tried his best to persuade you against the idea, with ice cream but to avail, you were stubborn.

“My boss will kill me if she finds out” James huffs, watching you get undressed, leaving you in nothing but your swimsuit. It was a stupid idea he knows that deep down, but god, you were impossible to say no to.

You look over to him, frowning when you realise he’s still dressed, “She won’t know- come on James" You sigh as he looks at you with an unimpressed look, " You know, Remus was right you’ve gone soft” You giggle at the way he gawks at you in disbelief as if he can’t believe the words that just left your mouth.

“Gone soft? He said that?” He asks, taking off his shirt and throwing it next to yours, “Gone soft- as if” he scoffs grabbing your hand and before you can even process what’s happening he’s already jumping into the cool water, taking you right with him with a splash.

“James?! What happened to sneaking?” You whisper-shout, tucking your hair behind your ears as you watch him run a hand through his. He smirks swimming over to you with a slight chuckle.

James shushes you, and you watch as a playful look flickers through his brown eyes, and you know you’re about to eat your words. His hands grasp at your hips, tugging you towards him. “You’re so pretty” he whispers, noticing how the moonlit water reflects against your soft skin.

His lips find yours as your arms wrap around his neck, keeping you balanced, as you urge him closer to you and the water ripples with the movement. “So pretty” he agrees with himself, his supple lips trailing down to your jaw, then across your neck.

He’s so unbelievably sweet, and his words have you feeling all fluttery as if you were flying. You giggle at the ticklish kisses he leaves and you feel him smile against your dewy skin.

“James” you sigh as his hands run across your hips traversing against your back, he pulls you closer against him.

You lose yourself in the soft feeling, and the last thing you expect is for him to splash you with water, you gasp at the sudden cold feeling pushing his shoulder, “You absolute prick!” You gasp suddenly not caring about the fact you’re technically trespassing.

You flick the water up at him watching as he flinches slightly trying to dodge your attacks. “Shhh shh- Hun, you gotta be quiet,” he says, his hands up in defeat as you continue to splash him with water.

But you don’t stop, you’re having way too much fun and James can’t help but admire you, the way you practically shine with nothing but pure joy. Not a care in the world, just as it should be.

His fingers wrap around your wrists stopping your relentless attacks as he pulls you closer to him once again, your hands immediately grab onto his shoulders.

You notice how tiny droplets of water drip from his curls, that stick to his sun-kissed skin, trickling down the curve of his jaw. “I love you” he smiles bashfully, he can’t help it, not with the way you’re looking at him as if you’ve just won the lottery.

“I love you too James” you whisper, his lips against yours although you can’t really call it a kiss because you both are smiling uncontrollably. He rests his head against yours as you both giggle.

Then his phone rings and it causes you both to jump, he swims over to where it lays on top of his pile of clothes. “It’s Moony” he lets you know, looking over at you, “Come on sweetness, let’s go home” he says, although he sounds like he’s trying to reason with you more than anything.

You nod, deciding against giving him a hard time, and you chuckle at the small sigh of relief that leaves his lips.

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the-fiction-witch · 2 years

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Dec 25 Moscow Snow

Media the Queen's Gambit

Character Benny Watts

Couple Benny Watts X Reader

Rating smut + adorably sad

25th of December 2022

Smut love bites/ fondling/ stripping/ fingering/ spanking/ nipple play/ eating out/ 'babydoll' & 'good girl'/ full sex/ raw/ biting/ hair pulling/ squirting/

I slowly woke, being faced with the room that made me smile widely. With the light cream wallpaper and its various cubic line works across it, the wooden floor well polished and cared for, the furniture all matching the bedsheet of geometric shapes of black white and red. The little red lamp beside the bed turned off of course with the room in a low darkness as light was coming from around the curtains but not enough to worry about. I laid between the soft cotton covers, all of it tucked around my body tightly to prevent the harsh Moscow cold from reaching my warm skin. I had done my best to stay all wrapped up in my sleepy state as I'd likely freeze if I even put so much as a toe outside the covers luckily I did have my own little hot water bottle to keep me warm.

Technically I wasn't supposed to be here. I had my own room just two down the hall given the church who funded the tickets and hotel views but that was of course ignored. So I shared the biggest room Nd the cosy wa bed with his body to keep me company, His arm lazily draped around my waist as usual holding my stomach, his chest against my back, his head nuzzled snuggly into the back of my neck, the heat coming off him keeping me snug and warm. And it was then as I woke up a little more I noticed him more. He wasn't just nuzzled into the back of my neck, he was softly and tenderly kissing my neck and shoulder, his hand was moving slowly from my stomach across my silk nightie to grasp my breast firmly. I blushed hard as his hand began to fondle me between his more passionate kisses often in these moments moving his hips to rub against my own giving him some friction on to his already erect manhood. I laid happily tucked up with the warm covers listening to the clock tick on the bedside table and his sharp lustful breaths between kisses, the slight sound of shifting in the sheets. Feeling his sweet kisses with his hair gently tickling me, his warm body against me in all places and his soft gropes exciting me more and more. Until I couldn't help but giggle

"Benny"

"Ummm" he groans getting far more passionate with his kisses leaving a trail of wet open mouth kisses from my jaw to my shoulder his other hand now coming around me and taking a grip of my other breast

"Good morning"

"Humm" he groans moving his hands under my nightie to fondle my breasts directly with his warm hands

"Benny we shouldn't -" I began

"Shh shh shhh" he muttered moving his hand away from my breast stroking down my silk nightie, stroking up my bare thigh before slipping below my nightie and between my legs to stroke my folds

"Benny" I gasped gripping the pillow

"Ummm so beautiful" he groans finding my clit and stroking it mercilessly in a clockwise circle

"Benny we shouldn't, the tournament" I reminded him

"My ability to dismantle the Russian chess games will not be affected by if I have or have not fucked you the morning before." He whispered "however. It will make me feel better" he smirked moving his hand to let two fingers slip inside me

"Uhhh" I gasped trying to be quiet as Weiss was sleeping in the hotel room next door our beds sharing a wall between them

"We're heading home after the tournament anyway, it's our last night in our cosy Moscow hotel. If I don't now I'd have missed an opportunity"

"I just don't want to break your focus, that's time you could be using to practice"

"It won't break my focus babydoll."

"I could always just do something for you if your horny" I smiled

"Umm, you're so sweet. But save that for after the tournament. So you get to experience the first time you'll have a grandmaster's cock in your mouth" he smirked "but you can do something for me?"

"Yes benny?"

"Let me go raw." He growled in my ear

"What?" I blushed turning bright red

"When will we ever get another chance like this baby doll? Come on, let me feel you… all of you."

"Alright" I smiled

"Good girl" he growled moving his hand away immediately pushing me into the mattress on my back to be faced with his smirking face

"Hi"

"Hi." He growled kissing down my neck as he tugged the spaghetti straps of my nightie down tugging the whole thing off my body leaving me naked my nipples hard in the cold of the room and of course I was wet from his earlier playing "loud for me babydoll" he demanded

"But benny-"

"I don't care. I want all of Moscow to know who fucks your pretty cunt" he smirked

"What about Weiss? He's just next door?" I remind him

"Humm. He's been asking me to let him hear you scream for months babydoll. So give him a show but make sure to remind him who you belong too" he smirked tugging his boxers down and wrapping my legs around his hips, it didn't take long for him to slip hilt deep Inside of me making me gasp holding the sheets tightly, he began slowly moving from tip to hilt grinding his hips slowly but efficiently quickly leaving me a mess of moans each time he drove deeper often he nibbled at my neck to allow the sounds I made no matter how small not be missed by his ears, gradually he got faster and more merciless which caused my moans and groans to increase, his hand moving to rub on my clit in time with his thrusts

"Ughhh-benny please!" I gasped as my eyes rolled back a little my head rolling against the pillow in pleasure

"Not till you cum babydoll" he smirked biting on my neck to leave a love bite getting even faster causing me to scream with each of his thrusts "fuck- babydoll not so tight. You'll make me cum"

"I can't help it" I whined

"Awww what my little baby too close to control herself?" He smirked "I can work with that" he smirked pulling out and grabbing my hips pulling me down the bed leaving my hair against the pillows my back further down the bed and my hips off the mattress completely he kept my hips in the air and my ankles in his hands pushing them as far apart as physically possible, and smirking with that evil sky grin before burying his head between my legs nibbling at my inner thigh, kissing my clit, running his tongue across every inch of me even pushing his tongue inside me at moment's which left me a screaming mess often uncontrollably kicking my legs from the pleasure

"Ahhhhh benny please!" I squealed as he mercilessly continued enjoying my pleads but still ignoring them as he worked I knew how close I was so I began desperately tugging on his hair which made him pull back

"Awww you're so cute when you're desperate" he smirked throwing me completely against the mattress again looming over me "umm look at you. Bright red. Hard nipples. Dripping cunt. This" he smirked, stroking his hand down my body "is why I love edging you babydoll." He smirked "you look so beautiful when your body is craving me" he growled "say it. And I'll let you cum"

"I need you benny" I cooed as breathy as I could pulling him into an intense kiss which he happily worked into before pulling back

"Good girl. Down. Now." He demanded so I did as he asked and went down on my knees holding the wooden headboard in my hands he smirked and stroked my waist from my stomach around my side to the small of my back "umm perfect babydoll' he whispered in my ear before slipping back inside me making me moan loudly given how close I was and that he always felt so much bigger when on my knees he didn't waste time being gentle or slow going back to his merciless pase immediately holding my hips hard as he moved often causing the bed to bang and creek his hand moved to cup my breast often twisting my nipple which only increased my moans of pleasure

"Come on a babydoll" he growled getting even faster slapping my ass hard

"Ahhh!"

"Louder" he cooed playfully firmly taking each breast in his hand to grope me hard

"Uhhhh benny!"

"That's better" he smirked moving a hand down to rub on my clit making me scream even louder

"Ahhhhh benny please im-"

"Close?" He smirked and I nodded "well.. can I cum inside you?"

I blushed hard but nodded which only made his smirk grow

"Then my babydoll can cum" he smirked rubbing even faster on my clit as he thrusted

"Uuuuuuuuuuughh uhhhh benny!"

"Louder!" He demanded slapping my ass hard and at that moment I hit my wall making me squeal loudly slightly squirting a little as my orgasm rushed through me leaving me a shaking moaning mess, which only fueled him letting me ride it out still playing with my clit before he moved back to fondle my breasts again still at his merciless pace he got louder too more throaty

"Uhhh fuck. Babydoll! Y/n..y/n!" He growled before biting my shoulder as his hips jerked in a few odd angles and ways finishing deep inside me before he gasped and collapsed his weight onto me. It took a couple of seconds of us both gasping before he pulled out and laid on the bed, I smiled and moved onto the floor grabbing my nightie to put away in my bag "humm. You made a mess" he smirked playfully glancing to the bed where I had slightly squirted

"Well that's what happens when someone decides to torcher me" I complained

"Oh don't pout y/n. You love it as much as I do" he smirked

"I'll go get your shower hot"

"Thank you babydoll." He smiled leaning over to give me a kiss "not too hot" he reminds as I headed to the bathroom

"I know benny" I smiled shutting the door I went to the bathroom and started up the shower for him while I brushed my teeth and washed my face as usual, and he came through a few moments later slapping my ass as he went past me I rolled my eyes and headed back to the main room getting dressed for the day into my best dress and shoes given it was the last day of the Moscow invitational tournament a very important day for benny and of course our last day in Moscow so as I was dressing and doing my makeup I was also packing up the hotel room.

"Don't you look glamorous" he smirked coming out the bathroom post shower

"Well just trying to look nice for today"

"You look beautiful babydoll" he Cooes getting dressed himself for the day going over his practices and notes from the last few days while I finished up until it was time. "Right. Let's get down there." He says fixing his hat and heading to the door

"Benny-" I said grabbing his arm before he could go

"Yeah?"

"I… I just want to tell you, no matter what happens today. I'm still incredibly proud of you"

A smile cracked across his face a slight blush on his cheeks before he gave me a kiss

"Thank you y/n. Really. And thank you for… coming all this way with me"

"Well I want to support you. And I didn't want to miss a chance to see Moscow. But no matter what happens I'm still proud of you and I still love you"

"I love you too" he smiled putting an arm around me "come on we'll get a coffee before we go"

We headed down to the hotel having some breakfast which honestly was just some toast and coffee but I was awake enough anyway Weiss did come down and join us after a while but he wouldn't make eye contact with me which only made me blush more the boys went over there plan of attack for the day and who and how they where to go up again the remaining Russians. Once all done the boys where funneled into a car and myself into another one I watched the sweet city hurry by my window noticing the flutters of snow falling down, it was lovely to be here a dream indeed to see Moscow in the sweet midwinter I was very happy benny decided to let me tag along even if he didn't completely admit that he wanted me here I think he really wanted me here with him. Once we arrived at the grand building we were all ushered in quickly away from what press there was the first game going to start in just a few moments, I kept out of it letting the boys debate between each other not wanting to be a distraction for him until they called to begin opening up to the grand impressive room full of competitors, reporters and others to watch, I smiled and went to go to my small seat but he took my arm stopping me

"Where's my lucky kiss?"

I blushed and gave him a little kiss before I hurried to find my seat on a little wooden chair getting my notebook from my handbag. I watched game after game making notes in my little book of every play and it's time he was doing very well for a while. I actually got myself excited at the prospect that he could win. He could become world champion, a grandmaster. I did try not to get my hopes up just to be happy he got this far but I couldn't help being hopeful. They took a break before the final game between Benny and Bogov everyone filed into the bar for a drink weiss included having prior been humiliated by a Russian player.

"You did so well" I smiled giving him a cuddle

"Well it's not over yet" benny laughed but giving me a cuddle anyway

"I'm still proud of you. Coming to Moscow and beating that many Russians is not an easy feat benny"

"I know, but save your celebrations for when this is all over." He says "notes?"

"here" I smiled, handing over my notebook for him to read over checking for patterns and such until they called back for the final game. He handed me back my book as everyone filed in and I smiled giving his hand a squeeze for a moment seeing through his cocky confidence and seeing nerves. So I smiled sweetly to him giving his lips a little kiss "no matter what I'm still proud of you and I still love you"

"I love you too" he smiled giving my cheek a kiss before we headed back in, I gave him a smile and went back to my seat starting a new page of my notebook but I found myself not making notes, I was nervous biting my nails a little as I watched everything from Benny's hair adjustments, his ring fiddling, how he sat his feet under the chair, every breath and movement of his face but I did the same to borgov his every movement I watched for any type of sign of his play. As the game went on I worried more and more, still unable to pick up my pencil on my nerves at times holding my breath when waiting for a move until.

Fuck. He led him into a trap.

A trap I didn't see.

That benny didn't see.

And now it was far too late to escape.

This trap had been building since his opening yet Benny hadn't picked up on it at all, in his confidence he walked into the bait waiting for him and now was trapped with very few options. I admit I'm not as smart as Weiss and Benny but I saw no possible way out of this, only delaying the inevitable fall.

I wanted to cry, it broke my heart to watch as Benny realized this too. Making what few moves he could in the hope to escape this but the moves got faster and faster all of us knowing this to be the sign of impending victory even men around me began to chuckle at benny failure and subsequent humiliation. After another hour there was nowhere else to go. No other option. It looked like it killed him to give in but eventually he did.

And it was over.

Borgov shook his hand and left his chair to go talk to press everyone, leaving of course to congratulate him and to hear his statement even Weiss left to see what he said. Benny didn't move, he just sat in his chair, hands together, his head slightly leaning on his hands, covering his mouth a little, hiding his expression.

I got up from my seat leaving my bag and book behind my heels across the wooden floor. The only sound left now was the doors closing to the shuttering and speaking from the lobby. For a moment I loomed beside him unsure of what to say, or what to do.

Benny was never the easiest person to read so I simply closed the gap between us and wrapped my arms around him pulling him into my warm body, my head on his softly stroking his jacket and the moment I did. His stern unreadable confident persona shattered.

Emotion ran across his face, of anger, sadness, frustration for a moment tears welled up in his eyes but he batted them away running a hand through his hair.

"Fuck" he muttered his voice slightly breaking as he said it

I didn't know what to say do I just held him tighter

"You saw it. Didn't you?"

"Not till it was too late" I answered "I couldn't have told you even if I did"

"I know. Come on. Long way home" the says getting up and fixing his jacket

"Benny are you -'

"Y/n. I just wanna go home."

"Okay" I nodded "if your sure"

We headed out back to the car luckily the room had already been packed up so we just had to stop there for them to load the car up, when the driver left to help the porter load the car Benny left too.

In panic I followed him through the piles of snow to the little River that sat beside our hotel. He went to the bridge and stopped looking out down the frosty river where icy trees loomed. I didn't go too close , I wanted to give him some space.

"I don't know what I'd do without you y/n." He says

"Really?"

"Really. I'm sorry"

"For what?'

"Dragging you all this way with me"

"Oh benny. You didn't drag me here. I always wanted to see Moscow, and I'm happy that I got to be here with you even for a couple of days" I smiled hugging his arm

"You mean it?"

"Course I do"

"I'm sorry for being a dick"

"You're not being a dick. It's okay I know what you get like I just wish I could help"

"You do help. More than you know. I don't know what sort of state I'd be in if I did have you" he says cuddling me tightly into his chest giving head a kiss "I'm just mad. At myself. For fucking up"

"Benny, Borgov is the best player in the world for a reason. It's not like you made a stupid mistake -"

"But I did though. Russians work together they planned it all out to fuck me"

"And we worked together too and none of us saw it coming till it was too late. You plaid incredibly well. Bested everyone but him while on god knows how little sleep from traveling all the way to Moscow. I am incredibly proud of you benny"

"Even if I lost?"

"Even if you came second" I smiled tapping his nose and giving his cheek a kiss

"Your too sweet to me"

"I am?"

"How'd I ever get such a sweetie?"

"A very long list of reasons"

"You're not disappointed at all?'

"Not at all. Still there's always next year"

"Yeah Always next year," he smiled, "but next year. I want things to be different"

"Of course they will. We'll be better prepared next time"

"Not just that. We were technically breaking the rules given I've had you in my hotel room this whole time"

"I guess so" I giggled

"I don't want us to have to lie, and break the rules again."

"Well it's the silly church groups problem because of their views we only did it because they were paying part of the cost for you" I laughed watching the river a little too

"True. But I'd want it to be different next year"

"Well good luck trying to change their minds on anything" I giggled

"I know a way." He smiled "y/n. I didn't just want you to come with me because I wanted you here for the tournament"

"Oh?"

"I wanted to bring you with me, because I thought It would be a nice snowy place to give you one of your Christmas presents"

"Benny I don't need any of my presents early I'm happy to wait till we get home"

"I know but. This one's special." He smiled "I had planned to give you it when I won but I still want to give you it here before we head home"

"Alright, what is it?" I smiled

"Shut your eyes" he Cooes

So I did as he asked closing my eyes as he held my hand softly I waited for a moment my body starting to really feel the cold now my feet deep in the snow little fluttering flakes often hitting my skin until he kissed my cold nose

"Open" he whispered

I didn't know what to expect so I slowly opened my eyes to the most beautiful sight a girl could dream off.

He knelt in the almost knee high snow jacket around him tightly snow in his hair where he had left his hat in the car, his skin pale where he was clearly very very cold down there a little black box in his hand open to reveal a small but still beautiful silver ring with an impressive black square cut diamond with a line of small white diamonds around it it wasn't too big of too flashy but wouldn't have been cheap I was stunned in utter silence as snow fluttered around us

"Will you marry me babydoll?"

"You - you mean it?"

"Of course I do. I want you with me for every tournament as my wife. I don't know what I'd do without you do I wanna make sure I'm never without you again."

"Ohh benny" I smiled unable to stop my tears

"Whoa whoa whoa are you crying?" He asked very concerned moving to his feet

"Yes"

"So?'

"Yes I'll Marry you" I smiled between my tears

"You will?"

"Of course I will!" I smiled, hugging him tightly. He happily hugged me, unable to stop our kisses till they called us from the car clearly sick of waiting, so I held out my hand and he blushed a little slowly putting the ring on my finger "perfect" I smiled "How'd you?"

"I guessed. Did I guess right?"

"It's perfect for me"

"Hu. I just got them to measure mine and said go a size or two down for you."

"Well it's perfect" I smiled "I love you so much"

"I love you too, come on before we miss your flight home" he encouraged so I nodded holding his hand tightly as we headed back to the car.

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Heyo! So given the grand total of headcanons this event was an odd number, I decided to throw in my own for an even 70! It was a hard choice, but given I'm rewatching it and also the recent amount of tickle content I've seen in the community lately- I bring you my first watched anime ever (technically that was Naruto but shhh): Death Note! :D (Lee!L to be exact- hehehe)

This takes place during the Yotusba arc, so spoilers ahead! (Also cause like- that's the only arc I could realistically make them have tickle fights in- if you know you know)

“Ryuzaki…” Light didn’t know where to even begin with his question. He knew the answer, but a part of him wanted to believe otherwise.

“Yes?” L turned that obsidian gaze at him, half of his face luminated by his computer screen. The sight would have been more intimidating had he not been fighting off a yawn. “What is it?”

“I..” Light shook his head, steeling his nerves. “Have you been drinking water? Like- at all? I swear since we’ve been cuffed together, I’ve never seen you consume anything beyond tea and coffee.” And sweets- but that would have sent them off a different tangent.

L stared at him, nearly motionless. His eyes widened a fraction, the only indication he was surprised. Light raised a brow at him, waiting.

A stare down. Finally…

“Coffee has water in it.” L offered, voice somewhat sheepish. Light nearly fell out of his chair with how hard he rolled his eyes.

“You’re getting water. Now.” He got up from his chair, making his way towards the office kitchen with little luck. “You’re probably so dehydrated, Kira could make you spontaneously combust!”

“Interesting theory. Is this your way of saying you’re Kira?”

“I’m not-” No. Don’t play into his game. “Water. Now.”

“I’m not thirsty, though.” L remained, an unshakable stone despite Light’s insistent pulling. “Besides, if I drink anything now, I’ll need to use the bathroom.”

“Good- it’ll give you a reason to stretch.” Frustrated, he walked over and grabbed the back of L’s chair, dragging it behind him on his way. “You should consider investing in a chair with better wheels.”

“Maybe I’ll get a chair with no wheels at all.” L- the little bastard- hung onto the desk like a stubborn child. Light felt his temper rise at how ridiculous it was. Wasn’t he older than him? Why did Light- a freshly graduated college student have more sense of self-preservation than this blockhead of a detective? “Really, you worry too much.”

“I’ll give you five seconds.” Light glared, hands on his hips.

“35 less than usual?”

Screw it. “Come here!” Light didn’t know why- maybe it was the hour, his frustration, or just because the other day he saw Watari do it and now he wanted to see it for himself, but he proceeded to grab L’s sides from behind, drilling into his ribs rapidly.

The reaction was surprising and instantaneous and utterly perfect.

“Gah! Aheahahhahahah! Dohohon’t, thihihihs is stuhuhuhupid! Gheahahahah, ghehehet oohohohff!” L cried, unlatching from the desk as he curled up in a ball in his chair. Somehow, the damn thing didn’t fall over- giving Light the chance he needed. Still tickling, he dragged him far enough from his computer until he could comfortably walk to the sink.

L gasped and groaned, hands on his sides and mind suddenly fuzzy with overstimulation. Residue giggles and laughs broke through his slow deep breaths, his eyes closed and his face pressed into his knees.

Something chilly pressed into his hand, making him look up. Light stood before him with a glass of ice water.

“Drink.” He ordered, even when L frowned. “Ryuzaki.”

“Fine, fine.” He took the cup, frowning the entire time he drank from it. Finishing it off, he showed it to the other boy with a pout- very much like a child made to eat his vegetables. “Happy?”

“Very much so.” Light refilled the cup before returning to the desks, forcing L to stand up and walk back. “And you even stretched. See? Was that so hard?”

L’s sharp jab to his ribs before sitting down was all the answer he got, sputtering water everywhere while the other man smiled.

Petty bastard.

#Puffs #headcanons to dabbles #Squiggily's pick hehehe #I love L so much y'all-#We actually found a really cool figure of him at Books a Million on my mom's birthday #We got it for her as a birthday gift #She also loves death note #anyway- life stuff aside BOOM!#tickle #tickle dabble #death note #L lawlit #Light Yamagi #spoilers #death note spoilers #death note anime spoilers #they're technically not really spoilers but you know #new fandom reveal???

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