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demonbanger · 2 years

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𝖇𝖆𝖇𝖞 𝖎'𝖒 𝖆 𝖋𝖎𝖗𝖊𝖋𝖎𝖌𝖍𝖙𝖊𝖗 | 18+

/ feat: obi from fire force / fluff & smut / enjoy <3

♡ pairing: obi akitaru x fem! reader

♡ summary: a cashier turns into a burning demonic infernal as you just want to get some work done at the cafe. luckily your date, the fire captain of fire force company 8, comes to your rescue and takes care of you, in more ways than one.

♡ c/w: hurt -> comfort, slow buildup, raw sex (use a condom!), hints of mating press, mild choking, pussy slapping, rough sex, captain kink, daddy kink, size kink, reader is called “princess” and gets babied a little, two horny idiots thirsting after each other the whole time who are secretly in love

♡ suggested songs: 🎧 I’m a firefighter by cigarettes after sex / rosemary by deftones

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You weren't expecting this. you weren't expecting any of this.

-- just fifteen minutes ago, 4:00 PM--

you were in one of your favorite outfits, feeling elegant and comfortable. you wore swooshy wide-legged pants and heeled boots that dangled as you sat in a tall chair. fun earrings dancing in the air each time you moved your head. brown-tinted glitter lip gloss lightly marking where you sipped on the hand-painted sage green mug. a sight to behold in the cafe. quiet, focused, charming in your own way.

you swirled a biscotti in your hot beverage and sucked on it before taking a bite of the softened part of the crunchy pastry and taking your first cautious sip of the drink.

it scalded the parts of your tongue that it touched, but you appreciated the pain, masochist that you were.

burning a hot trail down your throat, making its way down the esophageal tunnel, into your stomach. like a hot soup on a cold winter day.

your laptop was open. too many tabs open, frankly, for the project you were working on.

letting the noise of people's deep conversations and small talk fuel you to focus on productivity. you tuned their words out a little, now, as you scanned the message on the five-minute break you allowed yourself, over and over, butterflies fluttering in your coffee-filled stomach.

the handsome fire-fighter your friend set you up on a date with, Obi Akitaru, yes, the Obi Akitaru, was asking you out for a third date.

"Hey, beautiful. I hope you're having a good day. I know it's a bit early to ask, but I'd love to make us dinner at mine tonight, let me know. I can pick you up. x"

How could you say no to that? Usually men tried to take you right home from the club, or treat you as a booty-call after only asking for your social media with no real conversation going anywhere. Just a quick fuck. Not like you cared about that part--they just weren't even being creative in asking.

This man, on the other hand, caused heat to flush in your ears. Made you feel ways you haven't felt since having crushes in high school. Said and did everything that made your mind and body say "yes, just yes." You guys haven't even physically kissed yet and you loved how slow he took this--he saw you for the person you were. He made you remember that maybe romance wasn't actually dead in this day and age.

You bit back a smile--he had called you beautiful-- and typed,

"Hi handsome. I'd love to. I'll bring my favorite sake for you to try. See you later, have a good day too, okay? :)"

Not too long after you sent that, you saw a notification flicker in the upper-right corner of your screen. He hearted your message.

Another notification;

"Yay :)) I will now!!"

The way the giant man didn't even hide his warm excitement did something to your heart. He didn't play games. It made you less wary, unlike more than half of your dating history. To be fair, your friends did vouch for the guy, saying he was such a wholesome sweetheart, but you were still scared. What if it was just a front?

You always gave the nice guys a chance, but they'd turn out to be actual demonic entities in still-human bodies, you were convinced, and try to make you feel crazy for not taking their shit. You tried to do your healing and allow yourself to be vulnerable again, albeit behind a wall of glass first, but this guy was so damn attractive, and that in itself was kind of intimidating. Plus, he was the bravest kind of man out there. A part of the Fire Force.

When he took you out, though, you couldn't help but feel something different about him that set him apart. You felt safe. You felt like you could just be you fully and not have to mask for the first-date formalities. He gave you fucking flowers, complimented the little details of how you styled yourself, complimented your personality, not your body.

A sudden shift in the atmosphere brought you out of your sweet dreamy haze and back to earth. It felt like you were falling in a dream and suddenly awoke, nerves racing when you were supposed to land. It was an uneasy feeling...

And you weren't the only one.

It was quiet. Even with the cafe music playing, it felt uncomfortable.

Then suddenly a hiss sounded.

And afterward came the little gasps. A portion of the ceiling lit up a yellow-orange color, and right below it, the cashier had become an Infernal in the middle of calling out the latte they were handing out.

The smart people ran out the building out of true self-preservation. Some called for the Fire Force. You were...frozen while packing your things, heart pounding as shrieking filled your ears. You were tough and driven, but not prepared for combat or Infernal situations. This wasn't in your line of expertise. You were all just civilians.

The infernal was approaching a woman and her baby, who were farthest from the exit.

Something in you clicked, and just like that you realized, you really didn't give a fuck how afraid you were. Your vision was shaky from the adrenaline and you barely felt your body running as you somehow appeared right behind the Infernal. You opened your water bottle and splashed it right onto the Infernal, making it pause.

Large patches extinguished from the water, hissing louder than dumplings sizzling in oil-coated frying pans.

"RUN!!! Just go!!! Don't worry about me!!" you ordered the woman, who nodded gratefully, very wisely grabbed her car keys, and booked it with her sobbing infant, flashing you an apologetic look.

This was a cashier, one who had a life and seemed so kind, did nothing to deserve this, and had everything taken away in an instant. You took a moment to mourn for the cashier, whose corpse was never given a chance to rest after...well, yeah, its death.

The Infernal that remained did not care. Cutesy little pins -- like the Cinnamaroll and Mitski pins you complimented earlier-- on its burning apron juxtaposed with the flames coming from all orifices of the distorted face. The charred face looked like it was in agony but also like all of its memories were replaced with hellish bloodlust.

Little tendrils of flame suddenly re-appeared from the extinguished portions, and you got goosebumps as you saw its head slowly turn to you.

Its blazing attention was right on you. A searing pain entrapped your shoulders, like burning your scalp with a hair straightener--except this was so, so much worse. You gasped and tried to kick the thing away on impulse, but it was inhumanly fast, and hurled you to the wall. You flew right onto a table and chairs, metal and wood bringing searing pain that was sure to bruise. Somehow you were okay, though.

Those who were still in the cafe tried to fight off the Infernal, but it was wreaking utter havoc. The delicious aroma of roasted coffee beans blended with the acrid scent of singed hair, burning clothes, and no--please, it can't be-- burning skin. The charming little green plants around the cafe were converted into little bonfires.

Ever the greeter, the Infernal was right in front of the entrance, too. Smoke made your eyes feel dry, and there was a sharp pain in your lungs.

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—PRESENT TIME—

And here you are. You weren't planning for any of this today.

You hold your breath and try to think of what to do. You're trapped with an otherworldly creature that was just a kind person who took your drink order. Who didn't deserve any of this. Your shoulders are somehow not even second-degree burned as if by some miracle by Sol. You can say that the worst injury is a favorite shirt being forever ruined. But others aren't able to say the same.

A man hugging his boyfriend who is badly burned, telling him everything will be ok. A son in tears, screaming at the infernal not to touch his mom.

For a second you feel a fleeting thought. What if you die here?

So far there haven't been any casualties, save for the Infernal, but you're terrified.

You want to live. You want to see..how everything pans out. Because what if it does all work out? What happy experiences does life have in store for you that you have yet to discover?

To have a baby to keep safe, just like that mother, no matter how scary and dark this world has become. You... want to take the risk.

In the fire, the smoke, and the ashes, you tug your blouse over your nose and mouth to hopefully filter some air. Your stinging eyes fill with tears--tears coming from the resolve to actually live.

Slowly, you get your crumpled form back up.

You want to live to maybe even see Mr Hot Fireman.

His bravery. His ability to face death every day. The way he trains every morning, building thick tree trunk arms to carry people, save them. The same arms that brought you into a warm, gentle embrace when you both met outside the restaurant on your first date.

That's right, what would he do?

You gulp the cleanest gulp of air you could through only your mouth, and hoist up a heavy metal chair.

And that's when you charge. It's all or nothing now.

You have to keep this Infernal at bay until the Force arrives.

You swing and aim for the head. It actually makes the creature fall back.

Thank Sol you weren't holding onto the chair, as the metal would have conducted the angry heat from the torrent of flames the creature lets out straight to your hands. You shriek and dodge the attack, just in time. If you can't take flight, at least the adrenaline helps you to fight somewhat.

A white-hot pain wraps around your shin and blindsides you. Your heart drops. No. Not again.

The creature's hand is extended and warped to rope around your lower leg. You've pissed it off.

Just as you think, shit. This might actually be it but at least I tried, the Infernal suddenly lets go and the searing pain leaves, if only slightly.

The creature screeches the most horrid sound you've ever heard, leaving your ears ringing as its eyes face towards the sky.

And then you notice the black gloved hand impaled through the chest of the infernal.

A soft, "Latom" from a young sister's voice trails from behind the dying creature.

Finally, the poor cashier can rest in peace. The Infernal slowly dissipates into thick, black cinders that dissolve into the air, revealing a hulking figure clad in back with glowing blue stripes--who immediately props you up with thick arms you could feel through the heavy uniform.

"Y-Y/n," a deep, gentle voice breathes through the metal grated face shield.

He props up his grated face shield and looks over you, making sure you're not overly hurt.

"Obi?" you reach out for him, your bottom lip trembling. Fuck, you've only seen him twice before this but you need a hug.

And that's just what he gives you.

He holds you tightly, amidst the other survivors being escorted. Nothing can hurt you now, because he is here. Rubbing soothing circles into your back. Rocking you back and forth, dissolving your worries with just a touch. "I'm sorry it took me so long, you're safe now."

You want to diffuse the situation, to cope with humor as you always do. Except...there are no jokes, only every emotion you should've felt in the last fifteen minutes, giving you whiplash all at once. Your throat tightens.

You try to fight the wavering in your voice but he still hears it.

"No, you're g-good, you came so quickly, I thought for a second I was going to die," he's looking into your eyes, and dammit, hot tears are flowing down your face, so as a defense mechanism you smile and laugh, wincing a little at the pain in your ribs from being thrown earlier. "But, at least I got to throw a chair at its face!" you choke out.

His concerned expression breaks into a soft smile as he tenderly wipes away your tears with a rough gloved hand, the same one that punched right through a burning possessed corpse.

This moment alters your brain chemistry forever. Feeling warm, safe, soft under his dark brown gaze. Seeing his pupils are kind of wide as he looks tenderly towards you.

"That's my girl."

My girl. He really just called you his....Your cheeks burn at him saying that, and you turn away, unable to look at him without blushing. Biting your tongue to keep from grinning so hard. It's not lost on him.

You need to change the subject, and fast.

"I, uh, might need to get my things, since they didn't burn thankfully, can I?"

Akitaru chuckles, as if that's so obviously not the answer. "I've got it, Y/n, don't worry about a thing."

Before you can protest, he's carrying you high above the ground princess-style and frees an arm to hook it through your bag. You feel minuscule compared to him, so secure, in his hold. Men don't generally make you feel safe like this. But he? He's made you almost sleepy, and you know it's not just you coming down from the anxiety and tears. You're serene like you just meditated for an hour.

The firefighters are silently gushing about how cute you both look together. The rest of Company 8 knows who you are. Little do you know that their lovesick captain has been gushing about you since your second date, as well as today.

Showing the picture of you to the girls having them squeal about how much they shipped you, Arthur saying you are the Captain's Holy Grail, Vulcan making him a little fan the same day because he said the captain was overheating and overthinking.

They all find it cute, Obi finally finding another person to give him a break from all this chaos in the world. So when he asks if they're okay to handle things for today, they brush off this Infernal incident as small anyways.

"This is nothing, captain. You can trust us to help resolve this today," a young man called Shinra grins adorably with sharp teeth. So finally the man asks to take a damn break, he thinks to himself.

You don't see them exchange excited glances.

"How hurt are you, Y/n?" he asks.

"My shin got burned, my shoulders not so much, got thrown around but nothing's broken," you state simply for him.

He looks over at the burned areas carefully.

"Let's get to the truck."

On your way, you spot the mother you saved, still cradling her baby, who is fast asleep in its teddy bear onesie.

She immediately recognizes you and runs to you without jostling the infant, and you realize how funny it looks with the fireman holding you the same way she's carrying her newborn.

"I know you," she smiles, "you saved me earlier. Fighting tooth and nail with that thing. I really can't thank you enough."

You wave her off. "Anyone would've done it, I'm nothing special!"

She clutches your hands in hers, narrowing her eyes. "Well, no one else did. You were so brave out there. Give yourself credit." She turns to Obi. "She was amazing out there."

You finally meet Obi's gaze. How long was he staring at you with all that love(?) and adoration?

You laugh. "Well, just know that you don't owe me anything, just live with your little baby and be happy. That’s all I wanted."

You all eventually say your goodbyes, and Obi is silently taking your behavior as the greenest flags he's ever seen in a lady.

He sits you down on the edge of the truck's back and climbs in to the cooler near the front. In there he finds two sets of cold compresses.

He lets you feel them. "These good?"

You nod. Before you could grab any, he jerks the compresses away from your grasp. "No, you don't", he places them on you, giving you a sweet yet frustrated look that says "geez, let me take care of you". You chuckle at how he's treating you like a newborn lamb.

"This should do for now. We're going to my home now to get you to recover fully, unless you need me to take you elsewhere," the large man states very matter-of-factly, when you get far away enough from the cafe.

"B-but...what about your heavy uniform?"

His dark eyes lock onto yours warmly. "I train every day, so wearing 100-something pounds in equipment and uniform feels like a windbreaker; I'll be okay, cutie, don't worry."

Well, that was unexpectedly hot. You bite your lip and fidget with his collar. "I know you're very strong, I can tell of course, I just need to be held, without this in the way.”

He nods, warmth filling his body. To him, you are so adorable right now, telling him you need him. And boy, does he want to be there for you. "My condo is actually kind of close to here. I'll hold you the entire night if you need me to."

You both haven't even kissed yet, but he was acting like true husband material. It was making you feel so soft, so gushy, and very warm...admittedly in your nether regions.

You think you should be more shaken from this whole matter, but instead you're getting turned on from your date rescuing you looking so hot in his uniform, that supposedly weighs nothing to him. You curse yourself for wanting him to fuck the negative emotions out of you. Is this unhealthy of a coping mechanism?

"Thank you, I'll definitely need to be held if it's not too much," you hum, resting your head where his chest is.

His chest rumbles through the uniform. "I would do anything for you, Y/n, don't mention it." Your brain buzzes in reaction for the entire fifteen-minute walk it takes to get to his place.

You almost ask him to let you walk when you both enter the building, but his grip on you is tight and comforting. The desire to stay in his arms overrides the urge to move and seem like a strong, independent woman. The receptionist does not question anything and gives a kind smile to the two of you.

He's quiet during the elevator ride. Eyes flitting down to you protectively on occasion, his rage at the fact that an Infernal came so close to you, very readable on his little tense scowl. His jawline clenches and unclenches as he thinks about what would've happened if today went differently, if he was even a few minutes too late. He seems almost scared you’ll dissolve right out of his arms. Being the empath you are, you sense he just might be a little, teeny bit concerned about you.

"We're still on for tonight, right?" you ask, dissolving the tension in his mind.

His gaze softens. "You're still down?"

"Of course I am, you're my hero today," you purr up at him, knowing the gentle giant would probably like to hear that. He absolutely is.

Obi's wine-dark eyes twinkle as a blush creeps on his cheeks. He wants to be your hero everyday.

"That right?"

"Yes, big boy, I know you're worried, but" the elevator opens and he walks out, "I'm fine. Just a few scratches and bruises, my burns are only bad around my shins." You can still grab my ankles, though, you bite hard on the inside of your cheek to distract yourself from your mind that's always in the gutter.

It's hard to help, having this large hunk of a sweet man who saved your life princess-carrying you around town to his place, in 100+ lbs of freaking fireman gear as if it's nothing at all.

"Well, let me take care of you on this date, Y/n, I hope you don't mind homemade ramen."

You gasp. H-homemade?! Like all the ingredients??? Complicated beautiful ramen? You could just kiss him right now.

"Obi, that sounds wonderful, especially for today."

His smile is contagious. He's such a hard-working man, yet he wants to pamper you. This man couldn't get more dream-boaty than this.

He finally sets you down when you are inside the apartment.

It is spacious and clean, with some bits of industrial and rock music-inspired decor.

"Please, makes yourself comfortable. I'll get my first-aid kit and get a good look at wherever you're hurting, if that's alright with you."

You smile and nod, sinking into the most perfect squishy brown leather sofa as any worries you had, melt away.

His helmet and gloves are off as he brings you a cup of water. He smiles at you and you laugh.

"Obi, you've still got that bulky suit on, isn't it hard to move?"

He smirks, heading down the hall. "Not at all."

After a minute or two he reappears, and your breath hitches. Charcoal grey joggers hug his legs and...um..everything, and his black t-shirt is barely stretchy enough to hold his gorgeous arms.

He senses you eyeing him like a piece of meat and a heat creeps down his body. He clears his throat, pretending not to notice.

"Y/n, do you uh..have a way to take off your long sleeve shirt?"

Thank goodness you had a couple layers on underneath this.

"O-oh, yeah, allow me," you shyly avoid eye contact and unbutton your blouse, feeling the warmth of his gaze boring into you. He swallows thickly, and you don't hear it as blood rushes to your own ears. His eyes feel so heavy on you.

You strip of your shirt and are left wearing a flimsy little tank and bra. He notices how your nipples poke out, and he tries to think of something boring or unpleasant to keep from getting hard in front of you.

Luckily for him, you don't seem to be paying attention. You tug the shirt up to look at your ribs. There's a bruise, but not as bad as you thought it was. You press on it and wince.

"Silly, don't do that," Obi chuckles rather stiffly.

"It hurts here."

"Hahah, oh really? I had no clue that a dark spot would sting when you jab at it, Y/n."

"Okay smartass, you know what?" You laugh a little and wince again at your ribs reminding you meanly of the getting thrown incident.

His face is back to being serious as he looks over your injuries.

"I hope you don't need to be in urgent care and instead told me you were okay," he's anxious at the thought.

You laugh at how concerned he really is. "No, I'm just tender in some spots, no bone injuries, no organ injuries, promise."

His eyebrow quirks as he kneels in front of you, applying cool aloe vera salve on your minor burns. "Your skin is an organ. Liar."

Your face heats up as his rough hands tug your foot on his lap and he gently pulls up your wide pant legs to examine the burns on your shin.

"Y-you know what I mean, Obi." He's so silly when he tries to be stern with you.

He hums, bandaging the affected areas and doing a once-over of your body. You feel a little bold, and inclined to thank him for everything in a way that can resonate.

"Psst." Midnight eyes dart back to yours.

You beckon him closer, and his hands rest on either side of you as he props himself up to lean his ear close to you.

You whisper, "thank you for this," and move your hand from projecting your whisper to cupping his sharp jaw. You plant a soft kiss on his cheek while it's still turned to you. His skin is so smooth and hot to the touch.

You can tell he's now smiling from the way his cheek dimples, and he turns to you, eyes crinkling and pupils blowing wider as he gazes at you. You're so, so close to him.

"You're welcome, but just one critique," he drawls softly, his body heat, the scent of him in his cozy sweats utterly delectable. A gargantuan hand of his moves up to cover all the way around the back of your head.

"Oh? And what would that be?" you ask, tilting your head sweetly.

His nose touches yours, and you can't stop thinking about how you feel warm, so warm.

"You missed."

You both close the distance, and your lips lock hotly, cozily, perfectly. Your head spins and it feels like forever until he parts the kiss.

"Been wanting to do that to you," he whispers.

"Me too."

Your lips are back on his as you tug him back to you, and you feel him smile into the kiss, your hands trailing to the nape of his thick neck, feeling the fuzz of his fade. You're trying so hard not to devour each other, but it's really really hard for both of you to control yourselves. You gasp for air a little, and he pulls away to look at you, a love-dizzy grin on his face. You sigh at the loss of contact, giving him puppy eyes that make his heart throb.

"If I kiss you again, I won't be able to stop, and I'll forgo the need to cook you something to eat, which would be very bad of me," he murmurs sweetly, as he kisses the top of your head, hooking his arms around your legs and hoisting you up.

"I hope you can forgive me for being so mean and making us dinner," he finishes as he sets you down for the third time today.

You giggle. "Fair enough." You admire how his muscles are practically ripping out of his shirt as he turns his back to you to open the fridge. He takes out chasu meat he's marinated, noodles, green onions, dried seaweed, naruto, and eggs. Starts slicing the meat and simmering it with some onions, garlic, ginger, and broth. Boiling noodles. even the noodles look handmade, you think.

It starts to smell so good in the kitchen as you talk about funny work stories, about hobbies you enjoy, about music.

"Wait, you like rock, too?" his eyes light up, "no way!"

"Yes, way!" you smile, as you both talk about bands you enjoy. Music from before the cataclysm. Music with soul, with feeling, before most of the world burned down.

If not for the feeling of the bandages as you unconsciously trace a hand over your arm, you almost would have forgotten how today started.

"You know, not just anyone could make me forget about almost dying, but somehow you have," you ponder, eyes glittering up at him as you sip your water.

"That's how I feel about you, too, Y/n," he says. You can tell he means it. "Let's sit. Dinner's ready."

You hop down from the counter and grab a beautifully plated bowl of ramen. "This looks immaculate," you gush.

"Not nearly as good as the Lieutenant's cooking, I can tell you that much," he chuckles, cracking open a bottle of sake.

"We'll have the sake I mentioned at my place next time," you promise.

"Yes, I want to try it! I'm sure it's better than this one," he pours you a little sake glass.

"Pshh, nah."

The food and sake are both delicious. The raven-haired man may downplay it, but he's so good at cooking. Which, a man that cooks? Just one more reason why he's literally so enchanting. He's almost too good to be true.

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"You pat your stomach , satisfied. "That... was beautiful," you say with a grin, "but holy shit am I stuffed."

Obi hums. "And you're amazing, lady! Almost ate more ramen than me. Almost. But no one can beat me.” He winks. “Let's watch a show, yeah?" You both cuddle up on the couch, your head resting on his chest as one of the best pre-disaster shows --The Great British Bake-Off-- plays.

Both of you are creating you own commentary on the show, and his thick arm is curled around your waist. You play with his other heavy forearm, feeling the veins coiled around its girth and squeezing his muscles.

“Y/n,” he says, breaking a few moments of silence.

You hum in response, and he smiles at you picking up his forearm like it’s the heaviest thing in the world, and hugging it in your arms. He blushes as he feels your soft tits against him and almost loses focus on what he's about to say.

“Am I holding you enough like I promised you I would?” He’s genuinely concerned, peachy lips pursed in thought. You don’t think you’ll ever get over how he’s such a sweet man. You want to show him just how much you appreciate everything about him and his kind heart.

You move a little bit to straddle him and hold his face, accidentally turning the poor man on way too much, flustering him.

“…Obi, you’re doing amazing. I feel so comfortable, so safe. You’re so good to me, so strong, and I just know you’re such a good captain.” Captain. Fuck, everything you’re doing and saying is making heat rush downstairs to his aching cock. Maybe he wants to hear you say that one more time.

“Yeah? Is that so, pretty?” he says through slightly-gritted teeth.

You sense something in the shine of his eyes, laying beneath the waters, almost like a ravenous crocodile waiting to devour what sinks in. The hysterically strong man smells of almost danger, like he absolutely does bite. But he's trying, key word trying, to push it all under layers upon layers of sweet frosting, to no avail.

His hands holding you on your lower back rub circles on your soft exposed skin, and your hips twitch involuntarily to your sensitive nerves being caressed.

The dark-haired man picks up on your little innocent movement. His cock fucking jumps at your hips slightly grinding on him, and his nostrils flare a bit to catch his breath.

“Yes captain, I think you should keep holding me as you are,” you answer him, a hand of yours feeling the planes of his pecs. His heart is beating rapid-fire, like he's about to have a heart attack under you.

“Ah, so I should keep holding you just like this,” he says, drunk on lust, his hands moving down to the globes of your ass, naughty thumbs now choosing a new place to circle—the crease your hips make where they meet with the plush of your thighs as they’re wrapped around his torso.

The skin of your hips is so sensitive to his electrifying touch, playing with the bands of your panties, massaging you and making you feel like squirming. You whimper and your hips jerk back to get away from the burst of stimulation, only to bump into something big and hard.

Is that.....

It jump against the curves of your ass, to answer your question. You gasp, and curl a fist in his shirt. His rings of dark brown have disappeared into the darkness of his blown out pupils and he smirks.

He tightens his grip, and you feel his abs through his shirt as you scramble for balance.

“I’m waiting for your answer, sweetheart,” he’s snarling now, barely able to contain himself from wrecking you. You take a second to remember what he's asking.

“Y-yes, you’re holding me—,” his hands get ever closer to your core—“just right, fuck,” you squirm, causing you to grind a bit more on his hardened cock.

Heat creeps through your ears as he leans in to whisper, “Don’t stop moving baby, you’re making your captain feel so good right now, being so tempting all fucking day.”

“Yes captain,” you moan—to which he growls—you shiver and shift your hips to grind right on top of his hard member, heartbeat in your pussy as you feel the shape of his cock, how utterly perfect it is, right down to the mushroom tip…holy shit he’s thick. He helps guide you and your clit rubs right on him through way too many layers of fabric.

You whine and bite your lip, hand still on his washboard abs for stability.

“You like what you feel, love?” he asks, and you think yes, you do enjoy what you feel, with both your palms and under your soaking pussy. A bead of sweat is on his forehead from how aroused he is and how warm the air is around you both.

“Yes daddy,” you test the waters, he's asking so many questions, and it's getting harder and harder to answer him each time. Suddenly a gasp is pulled out of you when he flips the two of you over. His hands tease your waistband, as he looks you deeply in the eyes, a sharp predatory gaze making you clench around nothing.

“Say that again.” Arousal drips from his voice; it's so deep it's almost hard to make out what he's saying.

“Yes daddy, need you in me, please,” you repeat, not caring about how needy you sound. His ears perk up like a hungry wolf’s at your desperate, pathetic pleas.

“Good fucking girl.” He yanks down your pants and panties in one go, eyes never leaving you so he can watch your face as he sinks a finger in, a hand on your hips to hold you down.

"Could smell how wet you've been all damn evening, see how obviously you've wanted me all day," he pumps the thick finger in you, curling it towards your pelvis.

He groans and you mewl at how good just one of his fingers feels. Holy fuck, his finger is so big and rough as it thrusts slowly into you.

“Shit you’re so wet, baby...and it's all for me, yeah, gorgeous?” He spreads your wetness around, admiring how wet you sound, look, and feel. Your hips buck, and he slaps your clit.

You keen as he puts two fingers into your wet heat, reveling in how you grip around him. Like you don’t want him to ever leave you. Like you’re begging to be filled.

You're just thinking about how two of his fingers is thicker than three of yours when you try to stuff yourself. Just how thick is his cock, you wonder? You want it, and you want it to hurt.

Your arms are wrapped around his head, and you pull him closer so you both kiss. The kiss is steamed and ravenous, and your gasps are the perfect opportunity for his tongue to enter your mouth and find yours.

His knees hold your legs open and keep you from squirming as the heel of his hand rubs against your puffy clit. He breaks the kiss to hear your breathy moans better, as your arousal drips onto the couch.

“Tight little thing, making such a mess for me, you like my fingers? Yeah?” His hot breath fans over your ear as he talks dirty to you, every single word turning you on more and more. You spread your legs wider because you want him so badly.

“Mmh! Yes daddy, feels so good! Please, need you please!” you beg. He doesn’t need you to ask him any more than that. He quickly pulls his sweatpants and boxers down, and his cock springs out, slapping his shirt, spreading a bit of precum in its wake.

His cock is dribbling and delicious. Perfect, just as it felt when you were grinding on top of it. Girthy and long, with some black, neatly trimmed stubble above it, topped with a peachy pink drooling tip. Veins to match his forearms snake around his cock, especially the beautiful underside, as he pumps it, eyeing you like you're his favorite dessert. Your eyes are wide at how gorgeous his cock is, like the rest of his delicious, fine self. You need to see more of him though.

You tug on his shirt, and he catches your drift, chest swelling with pride at feeling so desired by the woman of his dreams. You both help each other to get undressed, ripping clothes off and tossing them to the floor.

He’s leaning over you, absolutely rippling in pretty muscles, and you admire all of the hard work visible in his physique.

“Your staring is making me blush, Y/n,” he breaks the lustful silence, coyly rubbing the back of his neck. Oh, so he's shy now?

“Yeah, Well, this is all for me, can’t help but stare,” your hands trace his firm muscles, nails scratching his skin lightly, making his cock jump visibly.

“I train every day for this, to build a body only one special lady can touch, it's all for you,” he lines himself up with your entrance, your thighs on top of his lap.

"'M a lucky lady," you shift impatiently, trying to get him inside you as soon as possible.

"But I'm much luckier," he rasps, slapping his cock against your clit, making you cry out.

He coats himself in your sweet juices, high on how delicious your arousal smells in the air. He swallows, trying to keep himself from going completely in with one thrust.

Your mouth makes a little “o” shape as he eases in the first couple of inches, stretching you out deliciously with his fat tip. The sting feels divine.

“Obiii~” you whine, and you feel every ridge of his cock as he pulls out a little, and then drags back in slowly, then out, then impales you all the way in til he bottoms out.

The stretch is unbelievable despite him going slow, and he gives you a few moments to adjust to his size. You can’t believe his big horse cock fit, but that's because you're made just for him, and he will make it fit every fucking time.

“Y/n…shit, you feel amazing,” he pants, and he rubs your clit a little to get you to relax a little.

“I'm so fucking full, fuck me Obi,” you whine, needing to feel him move inside you, which he does, and you add, “‘m all yours, please,” so that all sanity leaves the giant man above you.

“Fuck yeah,” he groans, and he starts pounding into you, his thick cock dragging along your walls making you cry and beg and scratch his back. Your legs feel like they're stretched and spread so wide to make room for the big man who's pistoning himself inside you. Your hands cannot possibly touch as your arms are wrapped around his back, and his largeness and vastness turns you on all the more.

He nibbles on your neck possessively as he folds you like the luckiest lawn chair alive, hitting spots no finger of yours could ever reach, making you see stars.

You’re babbling little “yes’s” and begging over and over in a melody to his ears, coaxing him on towards ramming into your sloppy little pussy, fat breeder balls slapping into your cunt, the sound of skin slapping against skin filling the room. Pleasure is making you feel dumb, and you want his cock inside you where it belongs, forever and ever.

“Obi,” you struggle to mewl his name, and he looks at you, clenching his jaw not to come right then and there at the adorable, hazed over look in your eyes.

“Yes, Princess?” He rumbles, hitting a spot that makes your eyes roll back. Then he hits it again. Your nails claw his back like kitty scratches. And again. You squeal, sinking your teeth into his big ol chest, And again. Your body rocks with each of his powerful thrusts.

You’re drunk off his cock hitting your spot over and over, and he eats up all the little noises you make.

"Princess?" He holds your jaw, forcing you to make eye contact with him with your poor, teary eyes.

“K-Kiss… me,” you whine when you’re finally able to form words with your dumb little brain, and he happily obliges. Anything for his special girl. You’re devouring each other’s faces, tongues wrestling, eating each other’s moans.

You bite on his bottom lip, and he smiles into the kiss. “Dirty girl,” he rasps lowly, hips smacking into yours in one particularly sharp thrust, making you wail. Your legs wrap around him so he fucks you extra deep, as you kiss extra deep, your hands looking to hold onto something, anything, and settle to hook onto his shoulders. He curses under his breath, wanting to cum inside you just like this. But he can't. Because he was irresponsible enough to forget a condom anyways. you take him out of his thoughts with your weak babbling.

“You’re,” kiss, “so,” you both kiss again, “fucking,” *kiss* “big,” you whimper in utter bliss, a small bit of drool dripping from your mouth.

“Sorry, who’s big?” he nips meanly on your neck, and your legs and walls clench around him in sync at his bite, making him grunt loudly.

“You, captain Obi,” you whimper, and he moans beautifully, only hitting your overstimulated spongy spot now, battering into it with his huge cock.

You're close to finishing as most of your vision is filled with static, and he can tell by how sporadically you’re fluttering around him, threatening to milk him for all he's got. His rough pubes are brushing against your sensitive clit just right, and your toes curl extra tight as you can barely handle the pleasure.

Then, the cherry on top. One of his hands goes up to wrap around your throat and lightly squeezes, making you extra lightheaded and he sweetly says,

“Go on, angel, cum for me.”

Your vision goes white as you close your eyes tightly, your back arching into him as he slowly and deeply thrusts into you through your orgasm, your mouth open but not producing any sound.

When you come back to earth, it takes him a few more thrusts into your clenching heat before he forces himself to pull out, spilling his hot, sticky seed onto your stomach. His moans are the hottest sounds you've ever heard.

You pant and look at each other in the eyes as you both come down from your highs, and he smiles down at you. You smile back, sleepily, head buzzing, and he tells you he’ll be right back.

He wipes a warm, wet towel on your abdomen to clean you off. You twitch when he wipes your still sensitive pussy, and giggle as he folds the cum rag neatly once he's cleaned himself off.

Then you both lay there, on cloud nine, warming each other up on his couch, in utter bliss. He lays on top of you, his weight better than any weighted blanket or body pillow, sharp face smooshed between your boobs.

“Like I said, you can have me as many times as you want, any time you want me, I am at your service,” he reminds you as you snuggle, the sweet smell of sex still in the air.

“It’s gonna be a long night then,” you whisper, and he smiles, already hardening again. ♡

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A/N: thank you for reading 💌 after fucking all night they had a sleepover and y/n wears his big tee to sleep. <33 as they should.

#[✏️] speaking in tongues #demon papí draws #fire force smut #obi akitaru smut #obi akitaru x reader #fire force imagines #obi akitaru #akitaru obi #anime fanfic #x fem reader

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kudzuoath · 1 year

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Wretched Things

Nothing lives in the shadow cursed lands. Even the trees are undead. This is a problem when you need to drink blood to survive. Thankfully, Caspian is a giving sort.

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Try as he might, Astarion’s focus kept sliding away from his book. The wretched burning in his throat, the sandpaper feel of his tongue, the emptiness of his stomach. All served to sever what little attention he had.

He grit his teeth and stared holes into the page of diagrams. One of several books regarding undead that they’d recovered since finding Moonrise. Caspian seemed to be collecting the things for him.

The gesture flayed him.

“Horrid, pink thing,” he grumbled under his breath. “Wretchedly pastel tiefling.”

Maybe he’d be flattered if she didn’t also help just about everyone they came across. Oh she never made any promises – but nevertheless they always ended up in a bloody hag’s lair, or fetching a bard from a cage.

Actually…

Astarion’s gaze drifted over to Volo, who was scribbling away, not a care in the world. Surely no one would mind if he indulged in a little snack...

If nothing else with Volo as a victim, he could talk the rest of the party around when they found his corpse.

Though it wouldn’t be that hard to hide the body. All he had to do was toss it into the lake. With the shadow curse no one would even question it. They all knew the little idiot had the self preservation of a gnat.

His mouth was watering over Volo. Terrible.

“Astarion?”

His gaze slid over to the wretchedly pastel tiefling herself. She’d apparently found somewhere to bathe – probably at the inn – because her hair was pale lavender again, rather than the sort of muddy brownish black it had turned from all the blood.

Not, mind you, living blood. Of course not. The black, congealed jelly-like substance of the dead held by the shadow curse.

“Well don’t you look a treat this evening,” he said. “Unfortunately I’m rather busy at the moment –”

She ignored his attempt to brush her off.

“There aren’t any animals here.”

“Really?” he said, looking around in feigned shock. “I hardly noticed. Perhaps next you might tell me what color the sky is?”

Again she ignored his goading. Though those black and indigo eyes narrowed. A laser focus. “And the only people we’ve fought in days are dead already.”

“Your skills of observation are truly something to behold,” he said, fighting not to bristle. What, was she going to start making threats? He was still going to eat Volo.

“When was the last time you fed?”

“Why?” he asked, lowering his voice into a pur that usually made her blush. “Thinking of inviting me to dine with you?”

Caspian put her hands on her hips and tilted her head. He was too aware of the bared expanse of her throat. The way her pulse jumped.

“Yes.”

For a split second he was confused. Why? What did she get out of it? Then he realized he didn’t care. He would take what she gave him. And then take still more.

“You have such a generous soul,” he said, slipping closer so he could coil a lock of her hair around one of his fingers. This time she blushed. Far more appealing than Volo, really. He still remembered the hot, honeyed taste of her blood sliding down his throat all those nights ago. Did all tieflings burn like that? “I’ll see you tonight, my sweet.”

Even redder, Caspian shook her head.

“It’s been at least a week, hasn’t it? Just – drink, Astarion.”

“How kind of you to notice…”

He was hardly going to turn her down. The thirst strangled him. He’d been much, much worse off over the centuries. But after so many weeks of being truly sated, starvation sawed at him like a stranger rather than the old friend it was.

“-- for not thinking of it sooner,” she said. Had she still been talking?

Astarion slid his hand into her hair and tilted her head. Caspian allowed it, still practically glowing from the amount of blood in her face.

Cute. You would think she’d fluster less after the times they’d slept together.

“Sit, dear,” he said. “I would hate for you to fall.”

Caspian did so. And the moment she was settled he leaned in close, and bit her.

Her gasp was drowned out by the sudden rush of relief that poured into him. Blood touched his tongue, slid down his throat, and it was like waking. Hot, spiced, honeyed – and none of those things. Her blood – like the last time – burned all the way down. But pleasantly. Like expensive alcohol.

Astarion tightened his grip in her hair, and drank deeply. Drowning that starving feeling. Luxuriating in the sensation of satiation. The creeping numbness in his fingers faded. The weakened woozy feeling in the center of his chest shriveled.

“Astarion…”

More. He needed more.

“If you don’t… stop… you’re going to have… a very awkward conversation… with Shadowheart.”

Caspian’s hand, on the back of his head. Fingers twining through his hair.

Her heart beat stuttered.

With a gasp of his own he forced himself to let go, to draw back. Though not too far this time because as soon as he stopped drinking, Caspian half collapsed against him. She was breathing hard, as if she’d been running for hours.

There was an ashen quality to her skin, her lips were pale and her eyes heavy lidded.

“Shit,” he swore.

“Shouldn’t have… left it so long,” she mumbled, head nodding forward. A long sigh. Then, she started to hum.

From anyone else he would assume this was related to the blood loss. But Caspian drew magic from music. Sometimes from rhymes. Too still, he held her up as she hummed and coaxed the weave around them. He felt the spell gathering around her – and then felt it take.

She sat up, looking marginally better. There was some color in her lips, at least.

“Well,” he said. Awkwardness clawed at him. Though not as hard as it might have. For the first time in days he felt himself. “No need to talk to our resident Sharran.”

Caspian laughed. “I think she’d be more annoyed at me than you. Feel better?”

He did.

“I’m positively brimming with energy, darling.”

“And you’re in a much better mood,” she pointed out. There was a flash of fang in her smile. Maybe he had been rather… prickly of late. But no one was happy here anyway, so it shouldn’t have been all that noticeable.

He sniffed. “I miss the sun. This whole cursed place smells like a tomb. And –”

“You were hungry,” she said. Her smile faded, replaced by a knit brow as she looked up at him. He realized he was still supporting most of her weight and – when had he put his arm around her? The warmth and presence of her body was… nice.

“Did you drink enough?”

“I nearly drain you and you ask if i’ve drank enough, Cas?” An eyebrow lifted. “I did hope you had better self preservation instincts. Not too much better, of course…”

“I doubt the others are going to invite you to dinner,” she deadpanned. “Our options out here are bloody limited. And I don’t know how much longer it's going to take to get to Ketheric. You need to eat and…” she sighed. “And I don’t think I can give like this every night. I’ll get someone killed out there if I’m too weak to swing a sword or too slow to react with a spell.”

A terrible sticky warmth was building in his chest. It was foreign and insidiously… pleasant.

She was concerned. About him.

His eyes drifted to where one of her hands was gripping the front of his shirt. Caspian would have been so easy to lure to Cazador. The sympathetic always were. And she was nothing if not that. He could have stumbled into her on the streets, playing at a more mortal starvation.

Help me, he imagined saying. And she would. All the way to Cazador’s teeth.

Idiot.

“Should we dine again tomorrow, I won't need as much.” All she had to give, and more. It was his for the taking.

Caspian’s head dropped against his chest and she let out a longer sigh. Relief? Perhaps?

“Okay. Okay. This is doable.”

He waited for her hands to drift lower, or her lips to touch his skin. He was resigned to it. It was the most natural sort of payment in the world. And he knew she enjoyed his touch.

But instead Caspian sat up and yawned. “Right. I need to sleep. And probably eat something. In the reverse order.”

“What, no desert?” he whined.

“Ha! If by desert you mean sex, I’d fall asleep before you got your shirt off. I’m afraid I can’t feed both hungers tonight.”

“Pity,” he said, stretching. The way her eyes tracked his movements softened the blow of rejection. “I’m certainly feeling invigorated.”

“Alas,” she deadpanned. There was a spark in her eye and a slight curl to her lips. “You'll just have to invite you hands into bed tonight instead.”

Caspian stood, sketched a theatrical little curtsy, and sauntered off toward the campfire. Almost immediately she fell on the bowl of stew Gale handed her like a ravening wolf. The wizard laughed at her and said something that earned him a smack with her tail. Shadowheart made a dry comment about the puncture wounds on her neck. Caspian fired back, but made no move to hide them.

And Astation watched her with a faint smile.

“Wretched thing.”

#baldur's gate 3 #astarion #bg3 #astarion/tav #tav #named tav #tiefling tav #is this self indulgent?#why yes it is #not sure i have the hang of him yet but i'm working on it #my writing

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safetycar-restart · 8 months

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Oooh ds au motogp, you mentioned thirst trap slutty chaos demon Jorge? Please do tell me more, im very intrigued. 👀

So Fabio being a good boy and Marc deliberatly getting a spanking by posting thirst traps were just so delicious. Fabulousness.

But what punishment does Marc recieve for the soft porn half naked workout videos? Or did he gave permission for those ones? Or was that when he felt very neglected and passive aggresivly shot those without a collar and posted?

On the other end of the insta spectrum how much does dom coo over marc and his brother's dog, fabio and various dogs, jorge and his (?) dog, enea and his dog, bezz and his dog (was it any other moto boy you liked for this?). Like the adorableness.

Also Fabio in various soft sweaters, so coo worthy, need to cuddle and pet his hair.

And then we have Marc in various post surgery and injury recovery pics. Is that something his dom takes as a sign that Marc needs all the soft but structured scenes. Needs to just float and let someone else be in the drivers seat for a little while and be loved and cared for?

Cheers 🏍 anon

There are only three things guarantees in the universe: death, taxes and 🏍️ anon dropping killer MotoGP asks. I fucking love this. I really want to write more for MotoGP cause they’re actually truly my favourite lads.

So I’m gonna discuss this by separating each concept, because I think that makes the most sense? As always, let me know if you want to hear more about anything/if anything inspires you/if you want to see more MotoGP!

D/S AU THIRST TRAPS:

So firstly, as I said Jorge is indeed a chaos demon with this, and I say demon because he doesn’t just post his own thirst traps, no no he must drag you into hell with him. He’s not getting into heaven and neither are you.

If you go to the gym with him, sweaty workout selfies of both of you WILL be posted. He must show off both his insane body and also his insanely hot dominant. And he’ll do the most suggestive poses over, he once posted a picture of him shirtless leaning against you, literally licking your neck he’s an absolute menace.

You have to curate the pictures he does and does not post or else he will post straight up porn on his Instagram stories, and he’s perfectly happy with you choosing what he can post as long as he’s still allowed to post soft core porn and pictures with you.

As for Marc’s punishments….

So I think the half naked workout videos actually are taken with permission, mostly because they actually have to be edited? It takes work before those can be posted, unlike just taking his shirt off and posting a picture.

In fact I think him doing them without a collar would probably somehow be a requirement? Like a sponsor doesn’t want him to wear it. And Marc, as much as he loves to push your buttons, would NEVER take his collar off because that’s his everything. So he was very unhappy filming those videos and had to take multiple breaks to get reassurance from you.

However, he does get punished for just randomly posting half naked pictures without permission and that is always done when he’s feeling bratty and wants attention. He gets his attention for them, which is a very good spanking followed by a cockcage but that’s exactly what he wanted.

CUTENESS:

(I adore all of this babble)

So firstly, all of the subs take introducing you to their dogs VERY seriously. Especially Marc and Bez. It was an entire event with Bez. You literally had to come to his house just to meet his dog. As for Marc, he conveniently forgets the dogs are actually Alex’s and just treats them like his own and it’s also very important that you like them and get along with them.

For Bez especially though, because whenever he has the time he’s always with his dog and he doesn’t want to have to split his time between his Dom and his dog. And he absolutely adores spending time just the three of you. In fact maybe you start calling bez’s dog in for aftercare? You get Bez all cleaned up and fed and whatnot and then it’s just time for cuddles and waiting for him to recover so you call his dog in and then Bez can have dog cuddles!! It’s the absolute best. Just a happy, sleepy fucked out Bez cuddling his dog.

Oh god and Fabio with all his sweaters!! I actually recently spoke about this on discord server and I’m gonna repeat it here: Fabio LOVES being his Dom’s babygirl. He loves to be cared for and loved on and looked after and treated like he’s too pretty to do anything for himself. He’ll put on some comfy oversized sweater and his cute little glasses and fuzzy socks and come snuggle right under his Dom’s arm, refusing to do anything for himself because he’s simply too cute and too sweet you must do it all for him.

And Marc! Poor Marc. Honestly by this point I think you’d have a whole aftercare protocol in place for post surgery care with him just because of the sheer number of surgeries he’s had to undergo. I think the first few days after surgery are always the toughest for Marc, because that’s when he can do the least and when he literally just needs to rest it. Once he starts being able to start the rehab process, then he’s okay because he’s got a game plan and things to do. But the initial week or so of having to do literally nothing kills him.

That’s the time where he spends most of it just floating in subspace for you. It’s so much better for him when you just take him down. Because then he can’t feel bad about not doing anything or push himself too hard or get stuck in his own head because he’s too busy being your good boy.

Marc also insists he heals much better like that, but most likely that’s just because you’re there to take very good care of him. So yeah, plenty of very relaxed non-sexual but structured scenes that allow Marc to just float in subspace and recover.

#d/s au #sub!Marc #sub!fabio #sub!marco #man #fq #mm #nsfw.#gn!reader #🏍️

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male!reader. chara x chara. bodily fluids other than spit &&. cum. rape / noncon. fisting. raceplay. graphic domestic or sexual abuse. suicidal tendencies. self harm. omegaverse. rpf. incest. eating disorders.

( 魔 ) ⟩ list will be updated &&. changed as time goes on. i also might reblog works with some of these tropes depending.

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fem!reader. filipino!coded fics (especially when writing for izana kurokawa). fluff. smut. longfics. multi-series. headcanons ++. thirsts. switch!reader. most characters from my fandoms -> if unsure then js ask ^_^

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俱 ⟩ I MIGHT WRITE FOR.

aged up characters. stepcest. age gaps (depending). professor x uni student. dub-con. cheating. drug use. somnophilia. fear play. sub!chara. dom!reader. yandere (picky). gangbang. monster fucking (depending).

( 馴 ) ⟩ list will be updated &&. changed as time goes on. i also might reblog works with some of these tropes depending.

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what-if-nct · 1 year

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hi i exist and i had a dream about me having eggs with jj0ng. it’s safe to say that i’m finally undepressed and i’m writing a story on ao3.

which leads me to my question, how do you stop yourself from procrastinating? idk if you know, but i wanted to ask in case if you did. i do like your posts as always even though i’m shy to make any tumblr posts as of this time. i had just introduced myself to live journal and i’m using it just to make fake old posts of me thirsting over shinee, tvxq and snsd because i miss that era of being a kpop fan and i wish i lived through it myself. every time someone screams “my ovaries” would make my heart cry. i miss teenagers being… well… teenagers. it’s sad that we might not see golden content like these anymore, but at least i have a space to act like i did because i’m delulu and need to be stopped.

Hii! Wholesome dreams are definitely a true antidepressant. Oh I procrastinate all the time. I even procrastinate eating and putting up my groceries. Like I don't buy milk, eggs or real meat. It's fine but there's still hummus, cheese and tofu so after i remember that i do it. But something I do that does help me especially with posts is I give myself a deadline like you have this post half written in your drafts try to get it finished by the end of the week and give yourself an incentive. Like if I clean my closet by the end of today I can buy my whole shopping cart on whatever site I want. I think cause that's how it was when I was a kid. After school or summer camp especially if we were fussy in the morning our grandma would have some kind of treat or toy for us when we got back so we knew if we go to school that means we'll get a hula hoop or ice cream or cookie when we got back. So I think you should try rewarding yourself for when you finally do something you've been meaning to do. I hope that is helpful for you. Also don't feel guilty if you don't do something you can always change your idea if the current one isn't inspiring you I do that all the time and it always works out better than your original idea. I was a kpop fan around that time. I totally remember the my ovaries or my ovaries exploded thing. I see some current version of that and it's like "I am ovulating right now I can't handle this" but I think its usually like people a little older at least I just follow people around my age.. I've definitely said it But I think just creating that atmosphere for yourself is great. I have noticed that a lot of younger fans are extremely puritanical I've never seen anything like it. I was like 15 when I became a kpop fan so it was different and even fans of elvis and the Beatles were similar in the 50s and 60s. Like not even jokes about idols smoking are even allowed. Like honey that's a grown man. It's okay he smokes and it's okay when especially adults find him sexy when he's behaving in a sexy manner that's the idea. It's only a problem when that's all you see them for and all they are to you is a sex symbol thats the only time it's a problem. It's fine if you don't want to do that I especially think so if it's a 30 year old man probably dont do that. But don't shame those who do it when it's called for. I think it's just the vicious attacks I have a problem with. I will never forgive Armys for what they did to cupcakke, she's the same age as Jungkook for goodness sake.

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thegreygale · 2 years

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So random AU idea: The Dragon Prince as RWBY.

.Ezran could be a Faunus with the explanation that Harrow is also a Faunus (a bird Faunus specifically shout out to Pip) and Sarai is human which is why Callum is also human

. Callus’s dad could have been a huntsman who died on a mission which is why Sarai ended up with Harrow

. Sarai is a huntress who died fighting a powerful Grimm(Sorry Avizandum) which is the boys’ motivation for becoming huntsmen

. Rayla could be an antelope Faunus due to the similarities between her horns and theirs(though if anyone thinks of something better feel free to add it or whatever these are literally just thoughts that I had at 2AM and am writing hours later 😅) her backstory can be similar to Ezran and Callum: lost parents to Grimm, has thirst for revenge, BUT with her she not only wants revenge against Grimm but also against the huntsman academies because she believes that her family was given a job that they couldn’t handle.

. Semblances are pretty simple here:

. Ezran: Peace Talks: Allows him to speak with and understand animals.

. Callum: Storm Soul: Allows him to channel his Aura into certain elements such as: Air, lightning, and water in order to create effects in the environment. This is the best way I could think to transfer his magic into Remnant without making him Oz’s reincarnation or something, bear with me.

. Rayla: Moonshadow(because when you’re given the perfect name for a semblance you just use it!): Allows her to turn invisible under certain conditions. Now this one is a little tricky with Remnant’s moon being shattered but so ATM the details are still fuzzy.

. Okay so this is where my idea starts getting a little….. ✨WILD✨ so brace yourself:

. First of all Viren and his family? Faunus, all of them. Because all of the talking about how elves and dragons consider humans to be “lesser beings”? Well let’s face it that sounds WAY too similar to how humans treat Faunus on Remnant to not have it be pointed out. So basically because of that I’m having Viren and his family, especially Claudia because frankly speaking the “humans know suffering at the hands of the elves from somewhere deep in their bones” thing could be rewritten to say “FAUNUS know suffering at the hands of the HUMANS from somewhere deep in their bones” and have it be a recruitment slogan for the White Fang.

. That being said there was something else that occurred to me that I frankly felt like would probably be the most fun/dangerous thing in the AU: Aaravos and Salem both exist.

. Basically speaking the concept here is that when Salem was first building her little cabal she came across a Faunus with ambition like hers, she trained him as one of her acolytes but unlike the others HE didn’t worship her, instead he was almost as manipulative and charismatic as her so she decided to do something with him: she gave him part of her magic. Now to a degree I know that there’s pretty much no way in hell that Salem would ever even consider doing something like that BUT she figured that it would be better to keep a close eye on him in case he ever went rogue so she figured that if she gave him the power he wanted and just waited for him to die she would ultimately get it back, no harm, no foul. But here’s where the concept gets kinda crazy (you should know that that means something if you’ve been reading up to this point) when Salem transferred her magic to Aaravos she also transferred part of the curse of immortality. This is because just like her magic the curse is attached to her soul. In finding out that he was now immortal Salem began thinking about ways to use Aaravos’ new condition to her advantage. This eventually lead to him being installed at the White Fang as a sort of false god of animals, bending the organization to Salem’s will indisputably.

Okay! So………. That’s a thing! I’m putting the idea and concept out there for honestly anyone to use…. Or change because this whole post is a mess…… I’m sorry. But yeah, seriously if you want to use this AU idea (or already have in a coherent way, which I can only envy you for) go ahead! I don’t really have any real plans for this idea but I still think it would be a cool idea for someone to run with so….. here😅.

#the dragon prince #dragon prince spoilers #rwby #rwby au #what is my brain #random

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chikoyama · 13 days

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Nsfw headcanons: Chiyori edition

Chiyori is a switch. If anything, she’s a softdom (gently assertive). Is reluctant to give up control, but is willing to if she likes the other a lot, and the chances are that she does if she’s having sex with them. (Watch her become nervous, or fumble, lol).

She’s likely not into degradation at all. Though, calling her princess or brat as a form of teasing or endearment is acceptable: “You’re just a little princess huh?” or: “You’re being a brat today, aren’t you?”

For Chiyori, sex is all about consent, vulnerability, intimacy and having fun, but for first-timers (with her) she’ll likely ask for lots of confirmation. “Is it okay if I touch you here?” She’ll whisper as her hand hovers over a specific body part. “Do you like it when I do this?” She’s gentle and patient but intense.

Won’t initiate kissing on the lips a lot, but will reciprocate if the other does. Weirdly enough, it’s her least favourite type of physical touch, but maybe it’s because she relies on her voice to communicate if things get too much — her way of ensuring that she has at least some control without completely discouraging them if her partner gets too greedy,

As much as Chiyori enjoys being teased, she likes to tease as well. If she’s in a playful mood, she’ll pull away just to have their lips chasing hers, or gently tell them to stay put until she allows them to move. “Be good,” she commands gently, patiently.

Might appear incredibly nervous, embarrassed or overwhelmed, but won’t be afraid to tell when to slow down or stop. What I’m saying here is that they don’t need to hold back if she appears uncomfortable — just trust that she’s able to handle it in her own way. “W-wait…” she pants, whimpering softly against them. (They can ignore her request though, lol. She’ll shove them away if they reach her hard limit, which I’m not sure is when).

If feeling extra frisky, Chiyori might engage in predator/prey play in which she’s the prey. Set her free in the woods, barefoot and wearing a white summer dress, and let her get chased till she tires out completely. Toy with her a bit, and then have her any way they like (she’s probably too worn out to fight back anyway, or will just give in). She likes the thrill of being the (hard-earned) prize.

If she trusts them a lot, she’s open to experimenting and suggesting new ways of doing things, but will probably appear kind of timid about it — she’s nervous of judgment. For example, she wouldn’t mind using her abilities to potentially heighten the experience.

Giving/receiving praise.

For Chiyori, to even want to have sex with someone, there likely needs to be a form of emotional connection built already. She doesn’t care about how conventionally attractive they are. This means, she does not thirst for attractive villains.

She’s not very loud or wordy, but she does make plenty of adorable sounds; lots of soft whimpering, gasps and mewls. Might whine if she grows impatient.

Chiyori enjoys being appreciated, so if someone makes her beg for it, she’ll get all flustered — she’s used to just getting it all served, lmfao.

Is very polite and says thank you after they fucked her (well). Cute.

Enjoys making herself look scrumptious for her partner. She takes care of herself, clean shaves, applies lotion to her skin etc. but honestly, she does this in general as well. Chiyori likes when her partner is unable to keep their hands and mouth off of her — that is until she’s had enough. At that point, they may look, but not touch. Like a cat when it exposes its belly but then scratches when you reach for it.

Sometimes wants to be manhandled, other times wants to be treated as an invaluable treasure — might get bored if it’s always the same.

Probably wants to cuddle afterwards and have pillow talk conversations.

#headcanons #.nsfw #100% PRINCESS SYNDROME #presses palms against my face and makes various incomprehensible noises aksjddhdhsk #bc sex can be cute and adorable too and not necessarily wild and feral always #tho me exposing chi like that is wild bc she is blushing #hiding behind a curtain telling everyone NOT to look at her

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patcaps · 3 years

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watching bill on the bbc rn and it’s like. god howick as marlowe is peak attractiveness. makes me lose my bisexual marbles. i could bring him back to life. i want to twirl the front of his hair like a telephone wire <3

#i’m allowed a little thirst as a treat #bill the film #b: kit marlowe #quill to paper

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kingkatsuki · 3 years

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Pool Party | Bakugou Katsuki x Kirishima Eijirou x Reader

Here I am with another thirst post that got out of hand. One day I will exercise self-control but today is not that day. Thank you to Anon for sending this request in:

Pairing: stepdad!Bakugou Katsuki x uncle!Kirishima Eijirou x f!Reader

Warnings: 18+, pseudo incest, big age gap (reader in her 20s, Bakugou + Kirishima mid 40s), cheating, panty sniffing, alcohol consumption, dub-con (due to intoxication), coercion, blowjobs, thigh riding, unprotected sex, creampie.

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You had to have known what you were doing when you stepped into the garden in those tiny pieces of fabric that shouldn’t be allowed to be called a swimsuit. The bikini clinging to your curves as both men finished their conversations. They focus entirely on you as you place a towel down on one of the sun loungers. Giving them both a smile as you came towards them, there was something alluring about having two seasoned Pro-Heroes in your back garden barely clothed so you had to make the most of it. Especially with the bright smile Kirishima gave you as you came closer, your eyes roaming the expanse of his body. Mapping out every gash and scar that marred his bare skin, leaning your body against the back of Bakugou’s chair as you leaned over him, your breasts brushing the back of his head as his buzzed locks tickled your skin.

“I think there’s some juice in the fridge.” Bakugou sat back in his chair as the rays hit his tanned frame. A light sheen of sweat glistening against him and amplifying every ridge of muscle on his Adonis-like frame.

“I don’t want juice,” You noticed your step-dad and your uncle both drinking, “I want a beer.”

“I’m not sure you can handle it, sweetheart.” Kirishima smirked, taking a swig of his own drink.

“She can’t.” Bakugou scoffed, “Waste of a beer.”

“Yes, I can.” You furrowed your brows at the way your step-dad treated you like a child. It was no secret that you had a crush on your self-proclaimed “uncle". Your step-dad’s best friend that seemed to show up at the house more regularly since your mother was away.

“Remember the last time I said you could handle something and you couldn’t?” Bakugou shot you a look that had your face flushed in embarrassment. Remembering the way you’d almost stamped your foot when you told him you could take his cock. The sensation of him almost splitting you in two when he fucked your tight little cunt completely overwhelming as you felt your thighs rub together at the thought.

“That’s different,” You pouted, “I can handle this.”

“Yeah? You think so?” Kirishima picked out a cold beer bottle from the cooler, the muscles on his large forearm clenching slightly as he twisted the bottle cap off, holding it out to you. Your fingertips brushing against his as you took the cold drink from him, his eyes focused on you as you raised it to your lips. Determined to show them both that you could, trying to ignore the urge to scrunch your nose in displeasure at the bitter taste as you took another large gulp from the glass bottle.

“Looks like I was wrong, sweets.” Kirishima smiled, his fingers holding onto the bottom of the bottle as he tipped it when you were drinking, trying to get you to drink more as he watched the liquid slowly start to disappear, “You can handle your drink like a big girl.”

Your heart quivered at his praise, unable to hide the smile that spread across your face as you tipped the bottle back to empty its contents, a small trickle slipping down the side of your chin. Kirishima’s thumb reaches out to swipe it away.

“You want another one?”

One beer turned into four and it was clear that the heat had made the effects of the alcohol take over far quicker. Brushing your ass against Kirishima’s crotch in the pool as you pretended not to notice the hardness pressing against you through the thin material. Your hands pulling at his arms to try and get him to lift you up onto his shoulders. Squealing in surprise as he raised you up and out of the water, your thighs tightening around his thick neck.

Kirishima groaned at the sensation, feeling the heat radiating from between your thighs against the back of his head as your legs wrapped around him. Hands delving into his messy red locks as you tried to remain upright. His thoughts immediately gravitating towards how you would look with his face buried between your thighs, how your thighs would feel wrapped around his head as he laps at your cute pussy. Thinking about how you’d taste, inhaling deeply to try and smell you, wanting to feel how tight you were around his fingers. Already thinking about how you’d look split apart on his cock.

Your relationship with Bakugou was no secret, his best friend had been open about it but Kirishima couldn’t help but feel jealous. Wanting to know exactly how you’d look when he’s pounding into you. Your inhibitions obviously lowered from inebriation as he reached up to tug at the thin strings of your bikini top, throwing himself backwards as you both submerged in the cool water.

“Oops,” Kirishima grins, shamelessly ogling the sight of your bare breasts. The flimsy fabric hanging off you as you move your hands to grab the straps. Trying in vain to tie the strings back together, your hands shaky due to the alcohol that your uncle had plied you with throughout the day. The warm beating sun shone down on you and amplified the effects as Kirishima reached for you with large palms, “Come here, silly girl.”

He pulls you out of the pool with ease, sitting you on the side as he hoists himself up with strong arms. Directing you towards Bakugou, dropping down onto one of the chairs as he pulled you into him.

You straddled one of his thick, firm thighs. Your hands trying to hide your round breasts from his prying eyes but he was quick to pull your hands away, “Not acting shy around me all of a sudden are you, sweetheart?”

“More like actin’ like a whore.” Bakugou sat back in one of the chairs beside you, bringing a beer bottle to his lips as vermilion eyes roamed your exposed skin. “Don’t even care that the neighbours might see, do ya?”

“Is that it, baby?” Kirishima coos, “You want everyone to see?”

You bit your lip, shaking your head. Suddenly aware that you were so exposed, your eyes glancing to the fence that partitioned your house from your neighbours. It was still quite a distance away so surely they wouldn’t be able to see, and yet the idea alone had a throb surging straight to your cunt from the thrill of potentially being caught.

“No? You sure about that, sweetheart?”

The worst thing was, you didn’t even realise just how perfect you were. Bakugou’s cock stirred in his swim shorts at the sight of you, your cherry lips curled into a pouty whine as Kirishima continued to tug and tweak your pebbled nipples.

“Is this what you’re showing all the guys?” Kirishima smirks at you, feeling the weight of one of your breasts in his large palm. So big he practically dwarfs your chest, “Letting them play with your pretty tits?”

“No,” You murmur, feeling your back arch into his touch as his grin widens at your response, obviously pleased with your answer.

“No?” He moves both hands to the curve of your ass, the thin fabric of your swim shorts already slipping between your round ass cheeks, “They just for us?”

You look towards Bakugou who’s sitting silently beside you, sipping at his beer as he watches the scene in front of him, nodding your head as Kirishima leans forward to take one of your taut nipples into his mouth.

“Good girl.” His voice vibrates around it, the action causing you to grind yourself against Kirishima’s thigh. Trying to give your body some much-needed relief.

“Don’t believe a word she says, Kiri.” Bakugou rasps, the dull scrape of his chair against the concrete patio catches your ears as he moves closer. A palm coming down hard against your ass, “She’s been actin’ like such a bitch in heat today. Bet this is exactly how you act around those shitty boys you bring home, hah?”

“No, I don’t-“ You scrunch your nose at the insinuation, feeling the prickle against your skin as Bakugou repeats the motion, “I wouldn’t.”

“See, Bakugou. She wouldn’t.” Kirishima pulls back from your nipple with a pop, mischievous eyes catching your gaze as he begins to bounce his knee. Deliberately pressing his thigh against your clothed heat, your slick saturating your bikini bottoms and dampening his thigh. The sensation makes him groan as he glances down at the glistening lines you’re leaving against the expanse of his thigh.

“Don’t act so fuckin’ innocent.” Bakugou’s hands moved to pull you off Kirishima’s thigh as he placed you on his lap, “Why don’t you show Uncle Kiri how much of a slut you really are.”

Your back pressed against Bakugou’s sweaty chest as his chair faced Kirishima’s, feeling his hard cock pressing against your slit through the thin layers of swimwear. You gasped as you involuntarily ground yourself against him, desperate to stimulate your neglected clit.

“Gonna make your old man ask again?” Bakugou goaded as he pushed you towards Kirishima. The scent of beer thick in the air as you readjusted your body, brushing against the tent in his shorts as your hands splay on Kirishima’s thick thighs.

“You’re not a slut, are you?” Kirishima cooed, his large palm reaching out to cup your cheek. His thumb dragging your bottom lip downwards as you opened your mouth eagerly, trying to suck the digit inside, “You’re my good girl, ain’t that right?”

“Mmm,” You nodded your head in agreement as your tongue began to swirl around Kirishima’s thumb, feeling him hook it against the soft inside of your cheek as his other hand moved to the hem of his board shorts. Raising his hips to tug the baggy fabric down, his fat cock so heavy that it didn’t spring free. Instead the thick meat rested against his muscular thigh. The sight alone made your body tremble, grinding yourself against Bakugou’s crotch to try and emulate how it would feel inside your velvety walls.

“Yeah right, she’s a good girl and I’m Deku’s number one fan.” Bakugou scoffed, pressing a palm onto your back to fold your body, bringing your face to hover directly above Kirishima’s cock. His pre leaking from the bulging tip and drooling against his thigh, leaving shiny slick against his skin. Spit beginning to dribble from your open lips and down your chin at the sight as you tried to slip your tongue from your lips to taste him.

“What’re you talkin’ about bro, you love De-oh shit.” Kirishima let out the deepest groan as he felt your tongue swipe against his slit, eagerly tasting his salty essence as he slipped his thumb from your mouth. Moving his hand to the back of your head as you continued to give short, kitten licks to his tip.

“Yeah fuckin’ right.” Bakugou scoffed, smirking at the way Kirishima’s voice broke at the feeling of you. His hands moved down to massage the swell of your ass as you angled your body to wrap a small hand around the base of Kirishima’s cock, feeling the heavy weight of it as you held it up. Barely able to circle his girth before tentatively taking him inside your mouth.

“Fuck, you’re so lucky you have this at home whenever you want, man.” Kirishima groaned, focused on the way you were slowly swallowing his cock.

“It’s fucking hard when she walks around in next to nothin’ all the fuckin’ time.” Bakugou gave a hard snack to your ass, the motion making you lurch forward as you took more of Kirishima’s length inside your mouth. Feeling his thick tip hit the back of your throat as you gagged around him. He was big, probably bigger than Bakugou as you struggled to wrap your lips around his girth, your jaw aching from the stretch as more spit ran down his length and gathered around your hand at the base.

“Holy fuck-“ Kirishima groaned, throwing his head back as he pressed you down on his cock. Trying to recreate the sensation of him buried so deep in your throat.

“You could always stay over, man. Her ma ain’t due back until Monday.” The men exchanged knowing looks as you continued to slurp around Kirishima’s cock. The lewd sounds filled their senses as you rolled your tongue around his tip, tracing the veins that scattered along his length, making him seem even bigger, leaving thick cherry lipstick rings around his cock. Like a child mapping their growth against a wall over the years, your lips sinking further and further down his length.

“Fuck.” Bakugou watched the way you ground yourself against his crotch while you eagerly bobbed your head on Kirishima’s cock. Feeling the heat radiating through the thin fabric of your bikini bottoms as he moved two slender fingers between your bodies to press against your slit. Your slick dripping against the material and making it wet to touch, Bakugou immediately navigated towards your clit as he pressed against it through your bottoms. Your body writhed as he gave a warning smack to the side of your thigh, the sensation making you moan around Kirishima’s cock. Pleasurable vibrations coursing through his length as he bucked his hips against you, your other hand coming down to cup his meaty balls as Kirishima grunted, rolling his hips into your touch.

“Stay still.” Bakugou rasped, his fingers moving towards the ties on either side of your barely there bikini bottoms as the fabric went slack against your frame, groaning when he saw the strings of your slick sticking to the material. Bunching the fabric up in a palm before throwing it at Kirishima, the bottoms hitting his chest as he raised them to his nose. Inhaling the sweet scent of your cunt as his eyes rolled, feeling himself throb between your pretty lips.

“You were right, man. She’s such a good fucking cocksucker.” Kirishima moaned, his tongue slipping out to lap at the fabric as he tasted your slick against it, “How are you not balls deep in her all damn day?”

“I told ya.” You could hear Bakugou rustling behind you as he pulled his shorts down enough to free his aching cock. The meat of it slapping against your naked ass as he wrapped a fist around his girth, giving himself a teasing pump before rubbing the leaking tip against one of your cheeks. Leaving glistening lines of his pre against your skin before slipping his length between your thighs, “Problem is she can’t keep fuckin’ quiet.”

You keened as you felt Bakugou drag his cock between your folds, parting them for him as his length nestled comfortably between them. The bulging tip catching against your sensitive clit as you ground yourself against him. Rolling your hips to try and get his cock to slip inside you, desperate to feel him stretching you out again.

“So fuckin’ needy.” Bakugou groaned, slipping his cock back until the head pressed against your tightness, grunting as he began to push himself inside you. The stretch was more intense from the lack of preparation but you didn’t want him to stop. Pleasure overtaking the pain as you tried to push him deeper inside you, his eyes focused on where your bodies were connected as he slowly split you apart on his cock.

“You belong to us, right?” Kirishima cooed down at you as tears began to clump in your lashes.

“Yeah, she does.” Bakugou answered for you, grunting when he buried himself inside you to the hilt. Pausing for a moment to allow you to adjust to his size as the hairs at the base of his cock tickled your ass, “Not letting those spotty pricks put their hands on you, are ya?”

You tried to mumble out a ‘no’ but it was muffled by Kirishima’s cock, Bakugou’s fingers digging into the plush of your hips as he began to bounce you on his lap, the position had his cock dragging against your ridged walls with each motion, pressing against the spongy spot inside you he knew would have you seeing stars.

“She knows she won’t find anyone else that’ll fuck her this good- fuck,” Bakugou captivated by the way your ass bounced against his lap, hovering his hand over it to feel the way it shook with each movement.

“Right? You’re all ours.” Kirishima moaned, his grip against the back of your head tightening, “Shit, ‘m gonna fucking cum.”

Kirishima caught his lower lip between his teeth as he thrust up into your eager mouth, making you gag around him as he began to shoot warm spurts of cum inside your eager mouth. Tears spilled down your cheeks as you tried to breathe through your nose, moving your hand from the base of his cock as your palms splayed on his thick thighs. Holding yourself up as a mixture of spit and cum began to dribble from the sides of your mouth and down your chin.

“So fucking good.” Kirishima groaned, pulling his thick cock from your mouth as a silvery line of cum and spit connected his wet length with your mouth. Breaking off against your skin as his hand wrapped around your neck to feel you swallow his release, “Such a pretty girl.”

“Come on, Princess.” Bakugou adjusted you to sit upright, your back resting against his muscular chest as he slipped his hands under your thighs, causing you to squeal as he raised them up towards your chest. Giving Kirishima the perfect view of you split open on Bakugou’s cock as your tits bounced with each rough thrust, “You gonna cum on daddy’s cock?”

“Fuck,” You cried out, watching as Kirishima dropped from his chair onto his knees between your legs. Eagerly leaning forward to wrap his lips around your puffy clit, “E-Eijirou.”

“You like that?” Bakugou pressed wet, open-mouthed kisses against the apex of your neck as he watched Kirishima slurp at the creamy slick along your slit.

“Yeah,” You whined, your hand moving to the back of his head as your nails dragged against his scalp, feeling your inner walls begin to clench around him as you felt your release building up inside you.

“Yeah?” Feeling Bakugou’s lips curl into a smirk against your skin as Kirishima’s ruby eyes glanced up at you, watching your face contort in pleasure as you teetered on the edge of your bliss, “Then cum.”

You gasped as the coil inside you broke, your climax surging through in harsh waves. Your legs quivering from the intense sensation as you managed to cry out a jumbled mixture of their names.

“Jesus christ,” Bakugou rasped, “good fuckin’ girl.”

Each word emphasised with a rough thrust of his hips, burying himself inside you to the hilt every time as he followed you into euphoria, painting your inner walls white with his release as he came inside you with a grunt. Your body trying to wriggle away from Kirishima’s mouth, his tongue still relentless against your overstimulated clit as he furiously worked you towards another climax. The pleasure already heightened from your previous climax, your toes curling as your body convulsed. Another tidal wave crashed over you as you came, writhing against both men as you continued to clench around Bakugou’s cock.

“You’re so pretty when you cum, you know that?” Kirishima cooed, pressing gentle kisses against your inner thighs as your chest heaved from the intense pleasure you’d just endured.

“She really is.” Bakugou pressed a kiss to your cheek as your head lulled back on his shoulder, eyelids fluttering as your body ached. Fatigue washed over you as calloused hands began to massage your sore body.

“You sleepy, baby?” Kirishima murmured, sitting back on his feet to look into your eyes, “Wanna go to bed?”

You nodded feebly against Bakugou’s neck as you began to nuzzle against him, whining when Bakugou raised you up to pull his cock from your throbbing heat. Feeling fingers prodding your abused entrance as they pushed the cum that was leaking out of you back inside your tight heat.

“Looks like Uncle Kiri’s got the whole weekend to look after you, yeah?”

#tw:incest #trigger:incest #Bnha smut #mha smut #bakugou smut #kirishima smut

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neopuppy · 3 years

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“Wanna fuck you.” Johnny whispers, lips tugging your earlobe. You nod swallowing down the moan wanting to escape as Jaemin swipes a thumb across his lower lip. “Upstairs, my room.”

Best Friend Johnny-centric smut, bc Jorhnny as fuck🙄

this messed me up

WC: 2k+

Smut Warning: big time size kink, spitting, scratching, biting, slapping, ass play, degradation, dumbification, creampie, cum eating, just smut

“What took you so long?” Johnny’s face slowly drifts to his door where you stand. Half swallowed down water bottle clutched to your chest. Throat sore in the aftermath of Jaemin’s gripping choke hold.

“I’m.. I couldn’t find water” you lie. Rubbing your hand over your neck concerned your best friend had left behind a mark. “Looks like my rides heading home.. you think I can spend the night?”

Johnny smirks, having caught Jaemin watching you both earlier on. Purposely squeezing your ass with both hands to catch his attention. Eyes winking in his friends direction knowing how he wished this could be him. Jaemin never quiet about making sure they all knew how badly he wanted to fuck you.

“Why should I let you? Made me wait so long. My dicks not even hard anymore.” Johnny’s eyes widen to add mockery. Giving you the up and down to make clear what he wants.

“Don’t wanna fuck me anymore? You’ll end up wasting more time looking for something else down there.” Shrugging you strut closer to where he sits at the end of his bed. Johnny leans back, his opened shirt sliding further off his torso. Ab muscles radiating in definition under the dimly lit lamp.

Johnny always looked best in his tiny swim trunks. Hardly able to contain his thick size. Proudly showing off his fat length every swim meet. Half of your class showing up for the visuals alone. Johnny’s toned physique was a constant hot topic around town. He’d have no trouble finding someone else. Hoping in the back of your mind he wasn’t taking you serious.

“Of course I wanna fuck you baby. I just spent the last hour fingering your little pussy letting you cum three times in a row. You owe me now.” Johnny’s shoulders roll back. Shirt slipping down his biceps exposing the entirety of his broad chest.

“What can I do for you? This is what you wanted right?” Turning around you look over your shoulder. Slowly bundling up the fabric of your dress like a curtain. Inching up unveiling peaks of skin.

Johnny leans forward keeping his gaze locked on yours. Your lower lip instinctively making its way between your teeth in anticipation. His tongue hangs loose lapping the crevice of your ass upward. Working around the perky mound leaving a shining trail behind.

“Aren’t you the one that wants this? Want to be treated like a whore don’t you?” Johnny expresses in a lowered tone. His voice turning deeper the more serious he wants to come off whenever you fall into this game. A large hand shoving between your thighs from behind cupping over your mound. “Answer me.”

You nod burying your teeth deeper into your lip. A salty metallic taste mixing in with your saliva as your hole flutters. Body giving into the hunger not allowing your mind to process his words. Johnnys large palms part your ass open throwing you a lazy hooded glare. Puffs of breath hit your rim, his chest sucking in with each deep inhale.

“Can’t speak already?” He taunts, tongue circling between your cheeks. The strong grip on your backside holding you in place as his nose dips in. “Want me to eat your ass don’t you baby?”

“Please.. please fuck me.” You sigh. Hand reaching back dragging through his silky head of hair. It didn’t take much for Johnny to make your brain feel full of air. His stature over you enough to make you feel weak and lightheaded. Johnny drawing attention off his sheer mass alone. Audible gasps sounding paired with awestruck faces whenever he entered a room.

Johnny flicks your rim with teasing licks, giving so little. Hole expanding in thirsting want needing more. Pulling away only to bite the rounded cleft at the top of your ass. His eyes snap open blaring into yours. Sucking your skin in earnest to pull up blood and leave a mark behind.

“Mmm look at your little hole winking for me.” Releasing your ass with a lewd pop. His tongue pokes out of the corner of his lips. Thumb pressing down on your rim allowing your hole to suck and kiss around him with each push.

“Johnny, n-need….unghh… fuck me. Fuck me hard please.” You dryly swallow. Knees clinking together as his arms wrap around your hips. Johnny tugs you down to his lap. Ass landing firmly against his straining length. Hard member pressing between your backside under his suffocating jeans.

“I n-ne-..need..” your face turns to his begging in cracked whimpers. Johnny sliding three large fingers past your parted lips. Digits pressing down the center of your tongue. His chin nodding up to let you know.

“Open up. Open all the way baby.” Johnny’s lips scrunch together in pout. A slow thick clear dribble of spit spills out. Your drool covering his fingers deep inside your mouth. Johnny clearing the passage ensuring his spit hits the back of your throat. “You like that, don’t you?”

Your head nods with rapid need. His fingers thrusting in fucking spit further back. Your tongue chasing after his every move wantonly held open. Mind lost, too consumed with every touch. Johnny’s calming fresh scent aiding in the the dizziness pushing your sense further away.

“Look at you all fucked out already. I’ve barely touched you. You like me that much?” Johnny smirks. Manhandling you onto his bed as if you weigh nothing. Clothes scattered over the floor, undressing you with no time to waste.

Large hands wrap around your waist nearly able to hide you completely. Shoving you up his soft comforter, kicking your legs open. Adjusting to make space for his much wider frame between your middle.

“Ready to feel me inside of you?” Johnny asks placing his cock between your folds. Tip landing above your bellybutton demonstrating how much bigger he is than you. Cock long enough to reach deep inside your womb. Needing to carve out a space inside of you just to fit.

“Slutty pussies opening up for me already baby.” Johnny pushes on your inner thighs. Hamstrings aching the harder he forces you to stretch open. Hole pulsating around nothing begging for him to fuck you stupid. “You do this to yourself. All dumb and helpless. Can’t even beg for me to fuck you anymore can you?”

Your hips twitch in response, his nails scratching up your inner thighs. Dragging and cutting the sensitive tender skin with harsh scratches. Marks rising on your flesh under the repeated digging.

“P-please…anything. Anything, I’ll do anything.” You weep like a blubbering mess. A few trickles of tears combining with the slop of drool left behind on your chin.

“Of course you will.” Johnny sneers, cock head prodding your entrance. “Sluts like you do anything for dick.”

He pushes in, seething half way only halted by your tightened walls. Cock thrumming and stretching between your core. Veins dragging up your inner walls as he thrusts deeper in. He fucks you full with a plummeting piston of his hips. Lower half stilling, holding in a loud moan hitting the back of his throat. Pussy clenching around his size maddeningly. Your body thanking him with every pulsing grip.

“Such a good slut. Only get wetter for me whenever I call you a silly little stupid whore don’t you baby?” Johnny hums. Hips circling spinning your insides around the tip of his length. Biceps pronounced, flexing with every thrust he sinks inside. Weight shoving you farther and deeper into his bed.

“More, more, gimme more!” Reaching for his broad shoulders with grabby hands you shout. Your lower half lifting up to meet his thrusts. An insatiable need to cum throwing you into a quick pace. Back arching up with every needy weak attempt to fuck him back.

Johnny grits, squeezing at your chest digging his nails in. Slapping across your breasts, jiggling under every precise smack. Gripping you roughly, he shoves your chests up. Releasing you letting out a long drawn out growl.

Fingers trace up to the back of your neck. Circling your throat Johnny’s grip holds your head up. Your stomach sinking in as he bends you up to an awkward angle giving you the perfect view of his cock sliding in and out.

“Look baby, watch me fuck you. Keep your eyes open.” Johnny’s abdomen constricts as he drills into you faster. Cock sliding out to the tip, filling you full with each pointed thrust. “So big, too big for you.”

He rambles on, stare focusing on your skin protruding with every slam of his hips. Your ass clapping into his hip bones between each pounding slap of his front.

“So-so b..big..” you agree ignoring the ache in your spread open thighs. Ass stinging under each bruising thrust. Johnny’s over-powering size keeping your weakened body in place. “Johnny…fuck fuck me. Fuck me full of cum, please please. Need your cum.”

“Taking that big cock like the perfect whore you are.” He moans under a deep growl, finally. Stomach coiling down to his balls, squeezing up. Merciless pace fucking you hard enough to rock his bed. Headboard thumping against the wall with each impactful thrust sending you into an over heated frenzy. Curses shared between ragged breaths as you each chase release.

“F-fuck…cum inside me!” You plead once more. Eyes falling shut painfully after a scream ripping from your chest. Nearly passing out as intense burning orgasm rips throughout your body. Cold heat spinning everything around you in blissful confusion.

“Yea baby..” Johnny keeps fucking you, gruffing quietly in response. Gaze stuck on the way your cunt drags around his thick size. Pussy following him with every pull out unwilling to let go. “Good girl, so good always good for me. Just me, ah. Gonna give you all this, deserve it all.”

Slow, deep, hard, meticulous thrust have you trembling shedding dry tears. Muttering how much you need to feel him. Nodding because you are a good girl. No one more deserving to take his cum.

“Taking this fat cock like it’s all you’re good for baby. F-fuck..” Johnny breaks off in his rambles. Sloppy fucking pausing with three deep thrusts. Tip of his length exploding all the way in. Cum spilling out aggressively painting your insides with warmth. Satisfaction energizing you enough to admire the way his tight muscles twitch with each shot of cum.

“Come here pretty baby.” Johnny groans slowly pulling out. Cock coated in your cum, his cum, enhancing each fat vein trailing up his length. Two fingers press over your hole keeping his fresh load held inside. He moves around you with ease pressing your back to his chest. “Get those knees up for me.”

Your legs bend under his command. Despite the heat weighing your eyes down. Mind reeling and spinning from the climax still shaking down your limbs. You listen carefully and listen well when Johnny’s telling you what do to. His other hand finds your jaw tugging your neck back. Lips brushing against yours as he continues-

“You were such a good girl for me yea?” His words drag your mouth open with each movement. Fingers seeping inside past your filled up hole. Lewd sounds of wet gushing around his digits tickle up to your chest. Huffing breathily whines in response as he slides in knuckle-deep. “Tight slutty pussy needs more. Always want more from me?”

“Johnny…” you gasp. His fingers completely seethed inside your stretched cunt. Your neck loosening, rolling back on his shoulder. Mouth hung open as your breathing speeds up. He wiggles inside reaching so far deep. Pussy gripping around him with urgency desperate to cum for him again.

“Cum for me baby. You can do it one more time. Dirty pussy sucking me down like you didn’t just take all this dick.” Johnny’s nose presses against yours. Long neck twisting to keep your bodies as close as possible. The low growl in his throat sending tremors between your thighs.

Angling his fingers just right as his thrusts build up in in a rhythmic speed. His words drawl on, panting against your parted whimpering lips- “Wanna taste your slutty pussy. Give me that cum baby, be a good girl for me yea?”

“Fuck…” you drop into a cry. Face closing up, biting down. Your lower half springing forward convulsing around him in release. Second climax too much for your weakened state sending you falling back down against Johnny quickly.

Your mouth hangs open drawing harsh breaths. Johnny taking his chance swiping up the blend of your cum together. Long fingers return to your mouth spreading the mixture over your tongue. Satiated groans fall from his, hawking out another wad of spit. Back of your throat immediately met with the taste of cum and his saliva. Your core twitching hungrily turned on. Calming only when Johnny’s fingers swipe down your neck. His tongue sliding around yours sharing your combined taste.

Gentle pettting lulls you to sleep in his strong protective arms. Kisses pecked across your damp forehead with a final ‘good girl’ driving you to relaxed slumber.

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seventven · 3 years

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au pair (ii)

summary: a few weeks have passed since y/n began working for the barnes family and she has quickly developed a strangely intimate and flirtatious relationship with her new boss. with his wife away on a business trip and his little son fast asleep, y/n and mr barnes enjoy a risqué conversation over a few glasses of wine.

prompt: “I won’t be able to focus with a sweet little thing like you parading around my home.”

pairing: wealthy dilf!bucky x reader

word count: 2.3k+

warnings: age gap [bucky is 39; reader is about 23]; so much sexual tension; married mr barnes is being very naughty; mention of marriage problems; talk of sex and sex toys; mr barnes is shamelessly thirsting after the new nanny; his wife is rightfully jealous

a/n: so i’m living this story in the sims 4 because i can’t get dilf bucky out of my mind. thank you for the amazing feedback on the last part and i hope you enjoy this one x

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When Y/N entered the kitchen after tucking his little son into bed, Mr Barnes stood by the island, two tall wine glasses perched on the sleek black countertop in front of him. There was a bottle of wine in his hand and Y/N almost gulped at the sight of him. Clad in a dark cashmere sweater, sleeves rolled up to just below his elbows and his long fingers working on dislodging the cork from the bottle, he was a sight to behold. And no matter how many nights like this they had spent together since she had taken up her position as the family’s au pair, Y/N just couldn’t figure out how to keep her thoughts about him family friendly.

“Is that for me?” She wondered aloud, and the cheeky smile that appeared across his lips was confirmation enough. With a twist and a yank on the corkscrew, he opened the bottle and dropped his gaze to fill the two glasses before him.

“Thought I’d treat you to some good wine tonight,” he announced with a grin, eyes shimmering under the dim orange lights just above the island. “Take it as one last hurrah before my wife gets back from her trip tomorrow.”

Y/N bit her lip and quietly made her way across the kitchen, sliding onto the stool on the opposite side of the island. Mr Barnes had some music playing quietly from the speakers and there was a relaxed, almost serene expression across his face. Y/N couldn’t help but spend a long moment watching him, feeling that familiar, budding yearning for him as she placed her elbows on the counter and propped her chin up on her hand.

“You sound disappointed,” she observed, one eyebrow raised, trying not to look as smitten as she felt. She met his eyes for a fleeting moment, then looked down at the wine glasses timidly. Something about his eyes on her always made her feel shy.

She had been living at the Barnes family residence for just under a month and she had found herself growing increasingly close to Mr Barnes. Or at least, as close as either of them would allow.

He kept his word; his wife was rarely ever at the house, so most nights, after tucking his son into bed, the two of them would be left to their own devices. Y/N spent most nights alone in her bedroom; sometimes leaving the house to meet up with some newly made friends. Other nights - if his wife was away - it would be just the two of them chatting over bottles of wine or whiskey, watching a movie together or exchanging stories and little jokes. He was pleasant to be around and Y/N would have been lying if she said she didn’t enjoy his company.

His company and the way his eyes seemed unable to leave her whenever she was around.

The atmosphere between them had been strange from their first meeting. From the very first day, Y/N knew she was going to develop a silly little crush on him; he was an attractive and charismatic guy and Y/N had always had a thing for men who were older. However, what she didn’t expect was that he, too, would seem just a little bit too curious about her for it to be wholly innocent.

At first she tried to brush it off. Y/N told herself he just wanted to find out more about the girl he had hired to take care of his kid. He just wanted to know if she was trustworthy, reliable... if she was truthful in her résumé. To a certain extent that was true. He was concerned with his son’s wellbeing and he was curious about whether the little guy liked her; curious about the things they would do after he came home from school and whether she was nice to him.

However, no matter how curious he might have been about her competence as a nanny, his concern for his son could not, in any way, justify his wandering eyes and the seemingly innocent flirtatious comments he’d make whenever they were alone. Mr Barnes had nerve; that could not be denied, and the sultry looks he’d send her didn’t stop even when his wife was around. When she wasn’t, his boldness only grew.

Placing the bottle down onto the counter, Mr Barnes slowly slid one of the glasses across and smiled when Y/N’s fingers wrapped around its stem.

“I love my wife,” he admitted solemnly, lifting his own glass towards his lips and taking a slow sip. When he brought it back down onto the counter, his eyes met Y/N’s. “However, I do find that being apart is what makes our relationship work.”

Y/N looked to him with curiosity. “How so?”

“Well,” he began, chuckling at what appeared to be his own misfortune. He placed a large hand on the edge of the counter and leaned casually against it. “The less time we spend together, the less opportunities we have to argue.”

Y/N grimaced. In her short time working for them, she had witnessed a number of heated arguments; or at least heard them from her bedroom. It was usually over business; sometimes over random crap that didn’t matter, and that one time over her and the way Mr Barnes had rubbed lotion into her back during a day of swimming in the pool with their little son.

“I don’t know what you want me to say,” he sighed, looking at his wife who had her arms crossed over her chest. Y/N was still laying on the lounger in the back garden and she could vaguely see and hear the couple through the back door leading to the dining room. “She asked me to help. I helped. That’s it!”

His wife shook her head in disbelief. “Please,” she answered with a sarcastic laugh, unmoved by his excuse. “As if I don’t see you undressing her with your eyes every time she walks by.”

“I don’t know what you’re talking about.”

She pressed on, and Y/N attempted to act as though she couldn’t hear them but the adrenaline coursing through her body made it difficult to seem unbothered.

“I know that look in your eyes, James. You used to look at me like that. You look at her and you can’t stop imagining burying yourself in her young, twenty something year old pussy!”

Needless to say, Y/N never made use of the pool again after that. At least not when his wife was home. And of course, she went on pretending she hadn’t overheard the entire exchange.

“I’ve heard you argue a few times about work,” Y/N admitted, giving him a rueful smile. He reciprocated it sadly and Y/N picked up her glass and took a sip, thinking maybe she had crossed a line by telling him this.

“It can get pretty stressful. My work and my marriage both.”

Y/N raised an eyebrow, thinking of a subtle way to divert the topic of their conversation.

“Is there anything you do to help you manage the stress?”

He thought about it for a long moment, a thoughtful frown etching itself onto his face. Y/N watched as he traced the rim of his wine glass with his index finger, the movement slow, teasing, and for a brief moment Y/N wondered what those fingers would feel like inside.

“I go to the gym a lot,” he admitted after a while and nodded his head, as if to emphasise the point. “It helps clear my head. What about you? Are you finding this new job stressful?”

Y/N’s lips curled up into a smile. His son was a nice kid; a five year old who possessed the same level of boisterous charm as his father. He listened when spoken to and he stayed out of trouble; something Y/N was infinitely grateful for.

“I was afraid he wouldn’t like me but all is going well. The most stressful thing is getting him up and ready for school on time,” she chuckled, and Mr Barnes did the same, evidently being no stranger to his son’s grumpiness in the early hours of the day.

“It’s part of the reason we decided to hire an au pair,” he joked, his smile bright, dazzling. “The stress of getting him ready for school was worse than twenty business meetings in a row. Believe me, I’d know.”

He picked up the bottle of wine and topped up their glasses. Y/N hadn’t even realised she had drank over half of her wine already.

“Well, if it ever becomes too much, let me know and we can work on our stress together,” he proposed with a hint of a smirk playing across his lips, but Y/N only laughed and shook her head.

“I’m afraid I’m not much of a gym buddy,” she giggled, and took a big gulp of her drink. Although just filled, the glass came away half empty when she was finished. Mr Barnes wasn’t far behind.

“There are other ways to take care of stress. For me personally, anything physical works,” he shrugged, completely casual, relaxed. “I like to go for a run with the dog, maybe take a boxing class. It all helps... Sex most of all.”

The way he said it made Y/N’s stomach do a flip. Suddenly there was a lump in her throat and her thighs were pressing together under the counter, mouth watering at the thoughts his words had brought to her head. She couldn’t tell if this was just a meaningless, innocent turn in their conversation, or perhaps if he was trying to stir something. Whatever it was, Y/N found herself at a loss for words, feeling shy but increasingly more turned on with every second that passed.

His eyes met her own and Y/N wondered if he noticed the shift in her demeanour; the way she could already feel her cheeks flushing red. He hadn’t even said anything risqué... not really, but that didn’t stop her body from reacting to his words.

Finally, grasping for things to say, Y/N parted her lips and choked out a response.

“I can’t agree or disagree,” she replied, voice laced with a sheepish, nervous little giggle.

Mr Barnes raised an eyebrow, staying silent and waiting for her to elaborate. Feeling herself grow even more nervous under his gaze, Y/N cleared her throat.

“I mean... I wouldn’t know because I don’t really do any of those things and-”

He narrowed his eyes.

“And?”

“... And I’ve not had sex is quite some time.” She lifted her glass to her lips and took a big gulp, wishing to buy herself more time. One gulp, two, three... When she pulled the glass away from her lips, she noticed her head was beginning to feel light.

“As if I’m going to believe that,” he laughed, shaking his head with doubt. He took a long drink himself, eyes trained on her face the entire time. The reddening cheeks, the shy eyes which refused to meet his own, the way she was biting her lip nervously; the shyness and innocence of her body language made Mr Barnes’ trousers suddenly feel a little tighter.

“Come on,” he pressed, laughing, evidently unable to believe that she was being truthful. “You must have so many men trying to fuck you. I don’t believe that you don’t.”

She shrugged her shoulders, lifting her gaze to meet his eyes.

“You’re basically every guy’s fantasy. I mean... I bet you could finish a man with your eyes alone.”

She was willing herself to appear more composed than she felt.

“I’m not saying that men don’t try. I’m saying that... I don’t know,” she sighed, searching for the right words. “I haven’t been able to find a guy who can satisfy me quite as much as my vibrator. After a while, I just gave up.”

He narrowed his eyes. “Hence why you were so quick to agree to the no boyfriends in the house policy during your interview,” he smiled knowingly and Y/N offered a tiny nod in confirmation.

“That sounds about right,” she admitted with an embarrassed chuckle. She finished her wine in two more sips and smiled when Mr Barnes reached across to fill her glass again.

“I have to say, you’ve made quite the impression that day at my office.”

Her brows knitted together, her curious and confused expression urging him to explain. Mr Barnes laughed quietly to himself and shook his head, pouring the last little bit of wine into his own glass.

“After you left, at least four of my male employees made comments about you and asked who you were. Two even went as far as asking whether you were single.”

He gauged her reaction, regarding her expression as if he were expecting her to look surprised, embarrassed, shy. What he didn’t expect, given her past behaviour, was the nonchalant shrug of her shoulders. Mr Barnes quickly understood that she wasn’t a stranger to receiving male attention.

“You were the hot topic in the office that day. Someone even suggested that my business might suffer because I won’t be able to focus with a sweet little thing like you parading around my home.”

Y/N gulped, their eyes locking and Mr Barnes smirked at the reaction he had provoked. The look in her eyes suggested she liked where he was going with this; it suggested that despite the shyness of her demeanour, there was a part of her that enjoyed every flirtatious or suggestive comment he made and even though Mr Barnes knew she shouldn’t be playing with fire like this, the whole thing brought him too much satisfaction to stop.

Her lips parted, and she took a moment to compose herself.

“What... What did you say to them?”

Mr Barnes smiled, a provocative little smirk as he lifted his glass to his lips. His eyes, glimmering with a tantalising combination of mischief and desire, remained trained on her as he took a long sip of his drink.

“Why, I only told them the truth, Ms Y/L/N,” he teased, and Y/N felt her heart speeding up at the sound of her name rolling off his tongue in such a delicious fashion. “I told them it would take a damn lot of concentration to get any work done around you.”

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a/n: hello i hope this was bearable i know it’s kinda boring lmao 🥺

#Bucky Barnes #Bucky Barnes imagine #Bucky Barnes smut #Bucky Barnes x you #Bucky Barnes x reader #bucky #dilf!bucky barnes #Bucky Barnes fic

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touyasdoll · 3 years

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MHA Father’s Day Thirsts

In honor of Father’s Day, here are some spicy drabbles of various “daddy” related scenarios✨

Warnings: NSFW, minors DNI, daddy kink, breeding, general BDSM, impact play, choking, degradation

Pairings: Katsuki Bakugou, Eijiro Kirishima, Shouta Aizawa, Dabi/Touya Todoroki x reader

A/n: A little late on this, meant to post it yesterday, but is it ever too late to thirst??

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Katsuki Bakugo

Trying for a baby

“You’re taking my cock like such a good little slut, ya know that?” Katsuki’s long fingers wrapped your throat, squeezing the sides just hard enough to make your pussy throb around him. “Shit, baby, you feel so fucking good.”

His eyes fluttered closed and he slowed his pace to a near halt, leaning down to kiss you as he rolled his hips against yours in a rare moment of tenderness.

“I love you so much, you know that, right?” His eyes searched your momentarily, the pads of his calloused fingers brushing along your jaw.

“I know,” you reassured him, still breathless from his previous assault on your body, basking in the pleasure still coursing through you and the sudden change in the atmosphere. “I love you too, Katsu.”

“I can't wait to knock you up,” he murmured against your skin as he trailed kisses between the valley of your breasts, all the way down to your belly as he cocked his hips back, leaving just the tip inside of you. “You’re gonna look so beautiful, baby.”

"Ahh--fuck, Katsu," you couldn't help but to blush as you arched your back, shifting your hips forward to sink him back into your velvety walls, clenching around him as you whined in need.

"Eager as ever, aren't you?" The smile that pressed against your stomach morphed into a smirk as he kissed you there once more, before snapping his hips down into yours, pounding against your cervix at an angle that had you seeing stars.

Eijiro Kirishima

Telling him to cum inside for the first time

He was seated on the edge of the couch with you bouncing effortlessly on his cock, gripping onto his shoulders for support as you neared your release. His hands guided your hips, pistoning you up and down as you straddled his lap.

"Eiji, I'm so fucking close..!" you threw your head back as you felt the tight coil deep within your belly threaten to snap.

"I got you, baby, let go. Cum all over my fucking cock." His grip tightened on your hips, littering your breasts with kisses as his thumb rubbed tight circles over your clit.

You were thrust over the edge, crying out as your nails dug into the flesh of his shoulders. He groaned, still guiding your hips as he thrusted forward to meet them eagerly, muttering praises in your ear as he chased his own high.

“Fuck, baby, you look so pretty right now. Always such a good girl, coming all over my fat fucking cock,” his hand wound into your hair, gently tugging it backwards to kiss you, carefully biting your bottom lip with his sharp teeth as you continued to sputter out moan after moan. “Where do you want me to cum, baby?”

“Inside me,” you locked eyes with him, interlocking your fingers behind his neck as you ground your hips against his more quickly. “I want you to fucking cum inside me, Eiji. Please..”

“Wh-what? Ahh, fuck,” his eyes grew wider before his head lolled back allowing you to kiss and suck at the sensitive spot beside his Adam’s apple. “A-are you sure, baby?”

Your fingers knitted into his hair, pulling just enough to affix his gaze with yours as you neared your second orgasm, desperately bucking your hips atop of his.

“Yes, oh God, yes. I want you to fill my tight little cunt up with your cum. Can you do that for me, Eiji?” The words escaped your lips as a mewl, your voice becoming softer and needier as you neared your release all over again. “Want you to stuff my pussy full, pretty please, Eiji..”

“Oh fuck yes I can,” his hands gripped your ass cheeks, squeezing firmly as he continued to match your relentless pace. “Ahh—oh, shit, baby I’m gonna cum so fucking har—FUCK.”

You could feel his chest tighten, hardening slightly as his quirk activated involuntarily. His eyes were blown as his head snapped upwards, a feral growl erupting from his chest as his rhythm became sloppy. You could feel his warm essence filling you up, spreading so easily all over his impossibly hard cock as you fucked him through his release until you found your own again.

Shouta Aizawa

Trying for a baby

“C’mere, love.” Shouta smiled softly upon seeing you in the doorway of his office, patting his lap as he leaned back in his desk chair. “I’m just about done here, I promise.”

“What all do you have left to do?” You returned his expression and strolled towards him, draping your arms around his neck as you perched yourself on his knee.

“Well, it’s actually something I need your help with,” one arm snaked around your waist, his hand resting on your hip. The other brought a hand up to your face, his index finger tucking just beneath your chin as his thumb rested atop it. “So I’m glad you’re here.”

“Oh?” You glanced down shyly, flicking your eyes back to his lips, watching them curl into a smile as he pressed a gentle kiss to yours.

A sigh left your nose as you rested a hand on his chest, leaning into him. He dropped his hand from your face, hooking his fingers behind the crook of your knee as he guided your legs to part, helping you shift your weight to straddle his lap. His lips attached to your neck, drawing a generous moan from you immediately as your eyes settled on the door to the right of you.

“Sho, the door isn’t locked. Someone could see..” your eyes fluttered closed again as his hands roamed over your ass, pressing you down firmly against his growing erection. A low grunt left his lips, before he spoke again, his voice gruff and thick with lust.

“See me fucking my wife?” He stood, his hands effortlessly lifting you onto the desk, where he gently laid you down as he leaned over you, whispering into your ear. “Let ‘em see then. We have important business to tend to tonight.”

Another moan was pulled from your chest as his hands skimmed beneath your short dress, pushing it up above your breasts as he kissed his way down your torso, over your hips, tugging your panties off as he neared your most sensitive area, only stopping when his tongue grazed your entrance.

“You ready, baby?” He placed a gentle kiss to the sensitive, innermost part of your thigh as he locked eyes with you.

Your fingers tangled into his hair as you nodded, your hips shifting in anticipation until he sank his tongue between your folds, causing you to cry out at once from the intense pleasure that he was already providing. His skilled tongue lapped up your juices, occasionally connecting with your clit, dragging it in slow circles as he reveled in the way you looked right now, squirming helplessly beneath him.

“I’m gonna cum right here tonight, baby,” he darted his long tongue straight into your center a few times, licking a stripe up to your clit before he took the bundle of nerves into his mouth. “Are you ready for that? Ready for me to make you a mommy?”

Dabi/Touya Todoroki

Breeding/Daddy kink

“Say it again. You’re not too fucked out to talk yet, are ya, babydoll?” Dabi’s voice had an edge of cruelty to it, that familiar mocking tone that made your walls clench around him without fail. His eyes nearly closed, falling half-lidded as he stared down at your already shaking form, your elbows wobbling as you tried to hold your submissive position in front of him while his cock slid in and out of you, his balls slapping against your already battered clit. “Shit—you really do love being treated like the filthy fucking whore that you aren’t, don’t you?”

“Y-yes, daddy,” was all that you were able to breathe out. It was more than enough for him.

“Oh good, your mouth still works. I’m glad, because I’m not done with that yet either,” his hands left his brutal hold on your hips, one capturing you around the neck and the other palming your breast as he pulled your back flush against his chest. “But first, I need to empty my balls into this sopping wet cunt of yours. Show you the only fucking thing you’re good for.”

Your eyes rolled back as his fingers expertly rolled your nipple while the pattern of his hips became unpredictable, a sure sign of his impending orgasm.

“S’oh yesss, breed me, daddy, give me all of your fucking cum,” your hand reached back behind his head as you angled your face toward his, speaking as your lips pressed against his.

His eyes locked with yours and you couldn tell he was just as far gone as your were, positively high on how good you both felt. It was truly intoxicating, seeing how desperate he was to have you like this. You always liked letting him do as he pleased, degrading you to filth while he ravaged you, but seeing that unmistakeable look of need on his face as he held your gaze now, you understood for the first time how good it felt to holds the reins.

“Have I been a good girl, daddy? I wanna feel your cum inside my tight little pussy so bad,” you almost whined between the sweet kisses you placed on his lips. “Please, let me milk that big, fat fucking cock of yours. Want you to fuck it deeper while I cum all over.”

He wanted nothing more than to keep his eyes on you, but he couldn’t hold on any longer and the sheer force of his orgasm made him snap his eyes shut as ribbons of white flooded into you. A cry left your lungs as your walls became even more slick with the mixture, allowing his thrusts to hit you more easily, more deeply. He silenced you with a forceful kiss, holding your jaw in place with his large hand, the cool sensation of the staples juxtaposing the heat between you. A few more thrusts was all it took for you to come undone yet again that evening, your body spasming, clinging to him like he was your only anchor to reality.

“That’s it, baby, you’ve been such a good girl for daddy tonight,” his hand still held your face, his eyes boring into yours as he swallowed the moans you offered him. His head was clear while yours still swam, dizzying you in your euphoria. “Wanna see you feel as good as you make me feel, princess.”

The kisses between you turned softer and he continued grinding his hips into yours, letting you ride out your final high, making sure to lean in and press his lips to your ear while you were still out of your right mind.

“Daddy loves you, baby. Don’t you forget it.”

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arc-misadventures · 2 years

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Smol Jaune: how do the rest of the girls react to Neo’s constant presence now that Jaune is her handler?

The Thirst of the Small

Smol Jaune

Neo, was tied to a chair, fiercely struggling against her bonds. As Glynda, stared down at her, disappointment etched across her face.

Neo: 🤬

Glynda: I see you need a lesson on the etiquette, no?

Neo: 😡

Glynda: I don’t care if you don’t care about rules. But, this isn’t something like stealing something shinny from someone. This dealing a person; there are rules, and you will respect them.

Neo: 😒

Glynda, cracks her crop hard across a desk, shattering it into pieces, a wide eyed, Neo stared at the destruction with a look of fear hidden with them.

Neo: 😳

Glynda: You will respect them…

Neo frantically shook her head, as Glynda, waved her crop, and the table magically repaired itself. Her high heels clicked across the ground, where she stood before the reformed criminal, words she used lightly in this circumstance as the strict disciplinarian prepared her lesson.

Glynda: Now then, Mr. Arc, has levelled several complaints at your decorum around him; Always cuddling up against him, despite his protests against that. Sitting on his lap. Using your semblance to trick him into believing… Various situations…

Neo: 😏

Glynda: Randomly jumping on him, grinding against him… Waking up in, Jaune’s bed, with him still in it, and lastly: Sneaking into the shower, with him still in it.

Neo: 🥰

Another hard crack of the whip landed on the desk causing her to shoot back in fear as ger happy little day dream was shattered.

Neo: 😳

Glynda: Do you think I’m playing around…? I have over a hundred complaints about your behaviour, and only a third of them are from, Jaune himself! The majority are from female students across the school who find your antics distracting, annoying, and down right perverted!

Neo: 😔

Glynda: Its getting so extreme that, Team JNPR as a whole have requested you removal from their room…

Neo: 😳!

Glynda: Of which; dispute our deal, and considering the shear amount of complaints we have received; I have to agree, Ms. Poltian, your been moved to a single person room, on the other side of the academy: effective immediately.

Neo: 😭

Glynda: You leave me no choice. You’ve treated, Mr… You’ve treated, Jaune like he belongs to you, and you alone. Like an overly protected cat! Jaune, is his own person who doesn’t belong to anyone, but himself. And, if you cannot respect his boundaries, then I will do everything in my power to separate you from him.

Neo: 😡

Glynda: Our deal? Our deal still stands; Your record has been wiped clean, and you’re free to start again. And, we agreed to allow you to be close with, Jaune. But, there are limits to what we can do, and can allow to happen. And, you’ve pushed those limits too far.

Neo: 🤬

Glynda: I won’t lie to you… I do love, Jaune. I love him for the courage he displays, the tactical simplicity of his strategies, and how honourable a person he strives to become. But, unlike you, I love him for who he is, and what he will become. You lust after him, don’t try, and deny it! Everyone saw how you basically threw yourself at him, seconds after you saw him. You want to be with him because you think it will be fun. Well let me tell you this: So long as you believe that, Jaune will never want to be with you.…

Neo: 🤔

Glynda: Because that’s the kind of person, Jaune is. He’s not looking for a tumble in the hay, one night of unbridled passion. He’s in it for the long haul. And, if you can understand what that means… You will never have him choose to become a part of your life. Understood?

Neo: 😞

Glynda: Good; You can still be near, Jaune as much as you like. But, you will give him his space. Or, else I will have to ban you from seeing him for a time. Isn’t that right, Ms. Belladonna?

The duo turn to look to the side to side to see, Blake also tied to a chair, frantically trying to chew threw her bindings as a means of escape. Her eyes darted towards the pair, as she let go of the rope, and adopted a poised, and dignified pose. As dignified as one who was just chomping down on a roow could that is.

Blake: I did nothing wrong, you have no right to tie me up!

Glynda: You sat on, Jaune, and broke one of his ribs… again…

Neo: 😳 ?!

Blake: What?! I can’t help it if I want to sit on him, he’s comfy!

Neo: 😨

Glynda: Haa… And, this is why we have rules,Ms. Poltian…

Neo: 😐

Glynda: Yeah… Pretty much…

#rwby #jaune arc #glynda goodwitch #rwby neo #blake bellodona #jaune x blake #blake x jaune #neo x jaune #jaune x neo #glynda x jaune #jaune x glynda #rwby silentknight #rwby knightshade #rwby arcwitch #smol jaune

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kazimakuwabara · 2 years

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Stay Here Tonight

A SanUso story inspired by THIS post. Fluff and angst ahead!

Summary: Through difficulties Sanji’s feelings become clear to his crew mates. With an apology, he’s not hiding anymore. (1.4+k)

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"That's it," Chopper murmured as he withdrew the empty syringe from Usopp's arm. "He'll have a fever, and he'll have to sweat out the toxin. The antibodies I injected should do the work."

Chopper's chin wobbled tremulously as he added, "I can't do anything... for the pain. It's a side effect of the poison. If I treat the pain, it could trigger a different reaction. One that would make this all worse... or even... fatal. Usopp will have to be strong tonight."

Luffy put a heavy hand on top of Chopper's hand, "It'll be alright. Usopp can take it." Luffy curled his fists, "And we'll go make those pirates pay." His words finished off in a growl, and the crew behind him stand a little straighter, a little taller. They are ready to jump at Luffy's call, thirsting for their own revenge.

Usopp had been attacked alone.

He had been watching the ship, while the others went into town to gather supplies. When they got him, they found Usopp exhaustively protecting the ship, despite the fact that he had been poisoned by a series of darts that had been shot at him.

The ship had not been boarded, and enemy pirates had scattered at the sight of Usopp's reinforcements. The Strawhats would have gone after the fleeing attackers immediately, but Usopp had dropped Kabuto, and tipped overboard into the sea. The mere sight of his friends had finally allowed the sniper to let go, and give in to the toxin coursing painfully through his body. Both Sanji and Zoro had jumped into the water to rescue him, pulling Usopp out as quickly as he had disappeared into the sea.

And now with Usopp suffering, but safe in bed, now the Strawhats would make their move.

"I'll stay with Usopp," Chopper says, and is echoed by another.

All eyes shift to the cook, Sanji, standing slightly apart from the crew, the closest to Usopp besides Chopper and Luffy.

Sanji and Usopp had been ignoring each other for three days. Something the crew had taken notice of. There had been an argument between the two on watch one night, and since then, the pair had been ignoring each other. Even if all the while they kept sneaking longing glances at each other. Everyone on the ship was suspicious about it, but Luffy had instructed no one to interfere with Sanji and Usopp's fight. He had blatantly stated that the two of them were Nakama, and so they would figure it out sooner or later.

Luffy turns assessing eyes on Sanji, and the two shared a conversation without words.

And then Luffy smiled, "Protect them both."

Sanji nods, smiling grimly as he agrees with his Captain's command. He turns, standing aside to let his crewmates and Captain walk past, a few curious glances sent his way. Robin and Nami both in particular raise knowing eyebrows at Sanji as they walk past him, and he dips his head in slight acknowledgment as they go by.

When the crew has emptied Chopper's sick bay, Sanji walks forward and kneels next to Usopp. Chopper's head is tilted as he looks at Sanji, not quite sure he understands the meaning behind Sanji's insistence on staying behind. But Chopper finds comfort that at least Usopp and Sanji won't be fighting anymore.

With true gratitude and a polite tone he thanks Sanji, "Thank you for staying. If anyone else tries to get on the ship, you'll be a big help."

Sanji nods, and carefully reaches out to brush some curls from Usopp's face.

It is then, Usopp's eyes open. They are glazed over and unseeing. The color of his iris looks as if it is bleeding into the white of his eyes, his eyes are so unfocused. But his hand reaches out, and he catches Sanji's hand, and he croaks in a broken and frightened voice, "Sanji."

"I'm here," Sanji whispers, his voice tight and restrained as he tries to tamp down his anger, "I'm here."

"Stay. Stay...." Usopp chokes.

Chopper's mouth falls open as Sanji brings Usopp's fingers to his lips. He places small kisses against the fevered digits, and whispers, "I'll stay. I'm here, Usopp."

Usopp lets out a painful wheeze and closes his eyes as he fights off a wave of fresh pain. A tear fall from the corner of his eye to mingle with his sweat, and with a free hand Sanji pats himself down looking for a handkerchief to wipe it up.

Chopper gently offers out a small folded piece of linen, and Sanji takes it, after a small moment of looking into the reindeer's eyes. Then very gently, Sanji begins to mop up Usopp's face.

"...You would have liked to go and get the pirates who did this to Usopp," Chopper states, his voice hovering somewhere between a statement and a question.

"Yes," Sanji says with relish, his voice low and hard. He is burning with anger, burning with thirst for revenge. But he lost that right to avenge Usopp when he had hurt him, and Sanji had hurt Usopp in some way. The way to make it up to Usopp, the way to repent, is the be here with Usopp now.

"Sanji!" Usopp gasps, his eyes flying open again, "Stay with me tonight. Please... Sanji... Don't go!"

Sanji's hands cup Usopp's face and he presses his forehead against the other man's, "I'm not going anywhere. Not tonight. Not ever again. I'm here with you Usopp."

Chopper watches silently. His young mind moves slow, hovering just over the answer to what he's witnessing. Other knowledge settles in his mind before he gets to his final conclusion. Other knowledge like, that this moment is important for Usopp and Sanji. That this moment means something. An apology, a plea for forgiveness, and a declaration all in one. Sanji has hurt Usopp in some way. Usopp has hurt Sanji in some way. They both have hurt each other through a lack of clarity, through inadvertent dishonesty.

Chopper's ears prick up in alertness as the answer clicks into his head.

Sanji and Usopp are in love.

Feeling a blush burn under his fur, Chopper clears his throat, "You can stay. If he can sleep at all that would be best... but he might not be able to. Even with a sedative."

"Right," Sanji answers, keeping his brow pressed to Usopp's head.

"You can even sleep next to him if Usopp wants you to," Chopper adds, "Just be prepared to get out of my way if I need to give Usopp something, or I need to check on him."

"Of course," Sanji says and kisses Usopp's brow, whispering something that Chopper isn't even sure Usopp can hear.

Puffing up his chest bravely, but looking up at the ceiling, Chopper presses on, "I expect you to be on your best behavior with Usopp. You also need to be strong for him. It will be a difficult night, and he might say all sorts of things. But if you're going to be here, then you better comfort him."

Sanji gets up and removes his jacket, tossing it aside. He smiles at Chopper, who is too embarrassed to look at him, and promises, "I can't take his pain from him, I can't trade our places, but I'll be his emotional support, doctor. I won't cause any trouble." And then he clambers into bed, slipping behind Usopp, curling his arms around Usopp's torso, and pulling the sniper close. He places one hand over Usopp's heart and kisses the back of Usopp's shoulder.

"I'm not going to go anywhere. I'm not going to leave you alone."

Usopp whimpers at Sanji's words, but closes his eyes, and presses back against Sanji, his arms tangling around the limbs that hold him.

Chopper turns away, to go sit at his desk, and work on more medicine Usopp will need in the future, his blush definitely showing under his fur. His own heart races as he bares (an almost) quiet witness to the first moment Sanji reveals the depth of his devotion for Usopp. He is young, and love in the romantic sense has him all a tingle with admiration, even if he's embarrassed to be witnessing his friends express their hearts. He makes no comment, asks no questions, and only interferes when it is to check on how Usopp is managing his pain the rest of the night.

Sanji devotedly holds Usopp the whole night, not letting the sniper go as he battles the toxin working its way out of his system. He whispers promises against Usopp's neck, apologizes for mistakes, vows to try harder, to be better, and keeps his hands over Usopp's heart, planning to keep it and Usopp safe this time.

#kazi fanfic #one piece #sanuso #usopp #sanji #strawhats #angst #fluff

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