#more like... um... a-hole of sexy

[madamechrissy]

Escort! Satoru- part three

Pairings- Escort Satoru Gojo x shy CEO F! reader

Warnings- eventually explicit sex, freaky but fluffy- this part- obsessed ass/whipped ass Gojo, mentions of sex work, oral (f receiving) panty stealing hehe, fingering, reader is HELLA rich and Satoru is almost a sugar baby lmao, fluffy/sweet, tension - lots of it- he becomes lowkey/highkey Yan tbh, pretty woman vibes 🤭

This will be a fun set of drabbles in this style! I hope you all enjoy them lmk if you wanna get tagged in the next parts <3

<<<Part Two - Part Four>>>

Escort! Satoru 'How much for twenty minutes of your time?' your words halt him now, his hand on the doorknob, cock immediately hard, throbbing at just the sound of your voice, the intent there behind it something he's just been fantasizing about day in and day out since he first met you. 'Twenty minutes?' He puts a smirk on his face, turning to face you now, lowering those black Gucci shades just a bit, as you sit there on that desk like a whole fucking meal, sexy business skirt slipping up your thighs just so. 'Twenty minutes of my company?' he turns the lock with a resounding click, dress shoes clicking on the hardwood floors slowly, as he steps closer, until he's leaning over you. 'And what do you want in this twenty minutes?'

Escort! Satoru watches as your eyes lower, nervously shifting, as his hand slips up a thigh, gently pushing it down, so he can step right between your legs. 'Anything you're comfortable with, Satoru... I'd never ask for anything you don't want to do' why do your sweet words have to make his heart race!? Even faced with finally getting more of your time, he also can't take just how much you mean to him, how deeply he fucking feels for you in this moment already. 'I'm comfortable doing anything to your pretty body' he says then, watching your eyes dilate, your lips part, his hands slipping your skirt up just a bit over your stockings. 'So you just say what you want, sweetheart' your hand trails down his abdomen, as you whisper 'I want you to make me cum, please'

Escort! Satoru has your back pressed right on your desk now, shoving stacks of papers out of the way, you gasp at the quick motion, when he shoves your skirt all the way up, revealing black garters adorning your thighs, and already soaked black panties, which he peels down. 'Your eyes... let me...' you take off his glasses with a shaky hand, setting them next to you, revealing those baby blues with snowy lashes lowered. 'They're so pretty... Satoru, are we...' he chuckles, but inhales when he sees your perfect cunt, the strings of sticky cum attached to the panties, moaning at the sight. 'We're not fucking in just twenty minutes, no sweetheart, even if you beg, I'm not busting that fast' your thighs are shaking then, breaths quicker as he pulls those panties fully off, you don't see that he tucks them in his pocket, all you see is him get on his knees.

Escort! Satoru parts your swollen lips with two long fingers, revealing the wetness just drooling from your little hole, he feels your hands grip his expensive black suit as he breathes on it, then inhales your scent, watching the little clit twitch just from that, hearing your soft little whimper. 'Satoru um... you're... ah!' You have to slam a hand on your mouth, what if someone fucking heard you!? This is insane, you're acting so crazy for this man. You see Satoru's brilliant blue eyes looking up, lidded with desire, when he presses a kiss right over your hood, letting your lips slip back together, his fingers now shoving your thighs farther, pressing into them. 'I'm going to have you cum all over my face, sweets, you can pay my fee after' you're done once he's slipped a tongue up your slit, screaming out into your hand, cunt clenching around nothing.

Escort! Satoru is clearly a fucking expert, you've not been with anyone in so long, that just a flick of his tongue destroys you, blood rushing in your ears while your other hand grips his silky white locks. 'Mmm, taste s'fucking good, fuck...' your hips arch, as he starts lapping up your slit, to your little clit, sucking it into his hot mouth now, you're gasping in pleasure, cunt pulsing and pouring more and more arousal for his hungry mouth. 'Oh my god, Satoru... mnh!' your soft, pleading whisper makes him so hard it hurts, he's rubbing himself over his pants then, leaking precum, while your thighs close in on his head. 'Lemme see how many times I can have you cum, set the timer' he says, grinning when he stands, slipping two fingers in your snug little channel.

Escort! Satoru watches you grab your phone with shaky hands, eyeing the time. 'fifteen left, sweets' he murmurs, leaning over you as he curls his fingers up in gummy walls, slick coating you, and you set it, his lips so close to you, you can damn near taste yourself. 'You don't kiss, but you...' Satoru sighs, breath tickling your lips as you bite your lower lip, hand pulling on his tie now. 'This is five star treatment, reserved for very...' he presses a kiss on you neck, your breasts that are peeking from your blouse, 'very.... very special clients only' his fingers curl just so, you scream out against your palm again, as Satoru's close to busting watching you, tasting your sweetness on his lips. 'there's once' he's sitting you up higher as you're spasming around his fingers, sitting right in your office chair now, burying his face back between your thighs again, yanking you against him.

Escort! Satoru has the next orgasm all over his face, fuck he's drowning in you, lewd, wet squelching sounds echoing in your pretty bright office. 'That's it, cum again, let me drink you up, slutty little cunt loves it, huh?' no one has ever spoke this way, no one has devoured you like this, your hoarse voice cries out when his tongue flicks over and over again. 'Satoru, oh my god, t-too much I...' he laughs a bit, fingers scissoring in and out of your soppy hole, raising a brow. 'C'mon, you can give me one more, can't you baby?' baby, the word echoes as you nod, helpless, trying to remember, this was his job, his career, that it's just that, nothing more. But how can you when he's pulled you by the fat of your ass, and his face is fucking buried against you!? As he's drinking your soaking wetness all up, as you shatter, cumming so hard you almost fucking faint, you can't even see.

Escort! Satoru presses one more kiss, smirking as you twitch, thighs shaking, your breaths coming so quick, your grip so tight on his hair it hurts, but it hurts so good. 'Satoru, fuck you're... some pussy eating prodigy like...' he snorts in laughter now, easing his fingers out, coated and dripping with you, making you heat up, when he places them against your lips. 'Open' you eagerly listen, sucking his long fingers, as the timer sets off, you hastily shut it off, tasting your sweetness on him, as he watches your flushed face, your glittery eyes. 'Look at you, so pretty, so fucked out, already...' you pull back your lips with a pop, running your fingers down his hard abdomen, dying to know what he looks like. 'Let me make you cum' he pauses then, because one fucking flick of your tongue and he'd probably bust all over. 'twenty minutes is over, I'm afraid'

Escort! Satoru earns a cute little pout, as you close your thighs, grabbing the phone, that bracelet glinting. 'How much?' you ask softly, Satoru eyes your bare ears, thinking next he'll buy you pretty earrings to dangle off them. 'Twenty minutes? Four hundred.' His price should freak you out, but you don't bat a pretty eyelash, his phone dings, and you've sent eight hundred instead, making him eye you. 'I said four-' you shake your head. 'Worth it' you hop off your desk, wobbling just a bit, he has to steady you now, pressing kisses against your head, so affectionate you can hardly stand it. 'Why does a girl like you need me, hmm? Have you fucking seen yourself?' He tilts your chin up, some underlying feelings pour through then, you hate how he fucking talks about himself suddenly, like he's nothing. 'Have you seen yourself, Satoru?' he blinks a bit then, lips just a centimeter apart, Satoru doesn't kiss clients, right, Satoru doesn't kiss anyone really, not when he knows that is what really means something, all he can thing of is kissing you.

Escort! Satoru watches you adjust yourself a bit, and you try to gather your papers, your things, putting them back in their rightful places. 'I have an auction I could use a date for, same price as the last charity event okay?' you say softly, Satoru's heart pounds in his chest now. 'Discounted, you're tipping me entirely too much' you giggle a little, brushing your hair back. 'How about I buy you something at the auction you'd like?' Satoru shakes his head. 'shit there is thousands...' you shrug a shoulder. 'And? If you want something I'll buy it, if not I'll just pay the normal. Are you booked Friday though?' Satoru looks at his phone now, you keep repeating to yourself - he's just doing this for his job, his money, that's it- don't get too attached. 'Nope, nothing' Satoru says, as he clears three jobs away, high paying, but he damn sure wouldn't turn down another time with you.

Escort! Satoru takes your hand, kissing the back of it with glossy, plump lips - fuck they're glossy from you - winking and playing it off so cool, like his heart's not pounding in his chest. And he tries to remember- he's just a convenience, right, he's just good at pleasing, good at acting. He can't fall so deep to think he could be more for a girl like you, watching color decorate your precious cheeks as you smile. 'Next time... if you're comfortable after...' your hand brushes against his cock, eliciting a whimper you think you must have mis heard, eyeing him now. 'I'd like to please you back' he clears his throat, precum making him stick to his boxers. 'Oh would you, shouldn't I pay you for that, baby?' you're giggling now. 'What!?' he just shakes his head. 'I don't think I could take pay for you pleasing me, but... we'll see, I'll be there.' You nod a bit. 'It's a date, then.' your casual words make you both pause, but he grins now. 'Mhmm, see ya sweets'

Escort! Satoru doesn't know why but the thought of charging you to suck him, charging you for anything, feels... off. weird. wrong. You're still going over it all in your mind, when suddenly you realize you don't have your panties. You're trying to find them, panicking, what if a client walks in and they're thrown somewhere!? You pause then, surely he... 'Satoru...' he picks up the phone, already in the back of his driver's car, stroking a hard cock. 'What is it, sweetheart? need twenty more minutes?' you laugh a bit. 'It's gonna sound insane, but... where are my panties? did you put them somewhere?' your whisper makes him pause, mid stroke, pulling them out of his pocket now. 'Panties... I think I just... had them on the desk?' you curse a bit, as he grins, putting them against his face and biting back a moan. 'Shit, I don't know! Okay... I'll text you the details from the auction.'

Escort! Satoru considers your panties the real tip, hanging up the phone and lapping that wetness off them, flavor coating his tastebuds with you, the phone blings with a location. But Satoru has trouble focusing, instead whining out at the thought of being inside of you, pretty little CEO, who's paying him far, far too much, so much so he's canceled his appointment that day too, he can't focus on anything but you, anyway. You give up searching for your panties, surely he wouldn't have taken them... but little do you know he's using the silk to stroke himself, busting his hot white load all against the fabric, shaking as he looks at the mess he made. He needs some practice, is all, before he can handle you, that's all it is, practice... right? He can't stop thinking about you, like a madness, until he's ready to see you again, and one thought rushes through his head as he meets you that night in your gorgeous red dress -

He wants to kiss you.

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[cathnospam]

I seen this tiktok and I unfortunately thought about wearing it for Bakugo even though something tells me he wouldn’t give a fuck about you wearing lingerie because you could wear a parka and he’d still wanna put his dick inside you.

You don’t really wear many cute/sexy clothing. The most revealing outfits have been during a Gala and your hero costume. It’s not on purpose nor are you self conscious you have a BANGING body, but you just wasn’t a “fashionista “, but of course you weren’t a bum.

You were an average, tight/jeans w a top/hoodie kinda girl.

Bakugo even has dressed you a few times before, and he wasn’t too bad…

Until he actually got jealous men were staring at your curves and ass as if he didn’t pick the tightest dress he could find for you.

Hypocrite.

Regardless , his birthday was coming up and you wanted to surprise him.

After doom scrolling on tiktok you found a couple things he reposted on his account he liked but you got an ad for some lingerie, the girl even had a similar build as you! It was perfect.

But also risky.

Bakugo never seen interest in that type of clothing. You’ve both went shopping at Victoria secret a few times during a sale and when you joked about getting a g-string or two he just rolled his eyes saying you might as well wear nothing.

But you were a risk taker and your boyfriend alone was a risk so why not.

You bought several different types of pieces, some see through, some with holes in areas you found…interesting, and had one custom made with his name embroidered on it.

Tonight though you wanted to do a test run.

It was late and so was Bakugo. He called and said he was just 5 minutes away so you put the last bit of fluff to your curls and reapply your lip gloss.

When your fiancé comes in he is usually greeted by your hugs and smothering him half to death, but it was quiet, the room has an aroma of tonight’s dinner you had wrapped up for him so it can still be warm when he comes home, candels were lit, and the ambience felt….comforting.

“Babe…” His voice echoes roughly through the hallway you have a slight panic of whether or not you should pop out or wait for him to come and see you, but it was too late he was already at the door of your room.

“Hey…” You quickly turn, standing up straight and holding your hands together , giving your breast a slight more cleavage, “um…surprise!”

He just….

Stood there.

He wasn’t mad, he wasn’t shocked, he wasn’t annoyed he had a very indescribable look about him, but his eyes were going all over the place.

Bakugo looked at your face, then breast, then legs. And he did it for a few seconds until he approached you, constantly wiping his face.

“You…like it—-mph!!”

He almost knocked the wind out of your chest when he cupped your face to kiss you. It was hungry, messy, and wet. All your could hear was low growls and harsh breathing from his nose.

Completely unlike him since you’re usually the one initiating the kisses.

“Do-ahem…” you try to clear your throat and steady your voice, but it was too late his huge hands was on your body, squeezing and slapping everywhere on your ass, making your moan into his mouth. “‘Suki!”

He picked you up, your legs immediately wrapped around his waist as you giggle with his small suckles to your neck had you ticklish and turned on, “Do you like the look or what!?”

“What do you think.” He was kneeled in between your thighs pointing at his baggy pants that STILL managed to show a tent forming, it was kinda hot.

��Well can you at least say it!….took forever to get ready…”

“Sucks because I’m finna rip it off.”

“WHAT?!”

“I can rip it off or fuck you in it pick one.”

You fake pout hearing him throw off his shirt, his chest twitching involuntarily, he snickers seeing your still eye his hand taking off his belt with one hand , trying to close your legs, but he was way bigger than you and in your way.

“I’ll just fuck you in it. I can see your tits just fine through the fabric.”

“Katsuki!”

Full blown laughing at this point he hover over your and kisses the corner of your mouth, “You look fucking gorgeous, but you knew that.”

“So…”

“So…” The more he pushes closer towards you the more you lower yourself down, “‘M ganna…”

He kisses your lips, sucking on the bottom one with every punctuation, “show you…”

He kisses you again until you’re laid flat on the pillow, “how beautiful I know you to be. This outfit….fuck.” He sits up for a moment to wipe his face to try to distract how red he’s turning but he can’t help it.

He needs you.

An hour, and 4 orgasms later your clothes were soaked and thrown on the ground and curled into your man’s sweaty, bit up arms.

“What was the occasion for wearing that?”

“…no reason.” You shrug tracing his scars on his face, “Just wanted to see if you liked when I…switch it up on you.”

Safe to say though, Bakugo does indeed love lingerie, but only if you wear it.

[saturns-smut]

In Need (Hanni, New Jeans/NJZ)

Pairing: Hanni x Male reader

Genre: Smut

Summary: You come home to your ovulating wife Hanni and make her feel good right there in the kitchen.

Tags: Ovulation, Teasing, Ass-squeezing, Begging, Daddy kink, Degradation, Dirty talk, Breeding kink, Loud girl, Anal-play, Kitchen sex, Slapping, Missionary, Squirting, Oral (m receiving) & Riding. 

Word Count: 1.4k

Notes: This is my first smut! Please tell me any feedback or advice you may have, I’d really appreciate it. This was a request by @avenger7567, so I hope you like it! If you liked reading this, please like, comment, reblog or follow to help a small writer!

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You and Hanni were high school sweethearts. Met when the history teacher paired you two to research about the 80’s. That means you know your wife better than she knows herself. 

So, it’s no surprise to you when you see Hanni squeezing her thighs when talking to you, since you also know she’s supposed to be ovulating during the next few days. 

Hanni’s face immediately gets red when she sees you walk in the kitchen after a long day of work. She presses her legs together. She smoothes out her baby blue apron. She’s apparently now very focused on cooking dinner. 

“Hi love. How are you?” You asked, wrapping your arms around her waist and squeezing with faux-innocence. “Hm… Hi… I’m good…” She stuttered, her voice small. 

“Oh, that’s great, love… What did you do while I was working?” You asked, like nothing was happening. Like Hanni wasn't feeling your hands slide from her waist to her hips. “Nothing much… Did laundry…” She answered, facing the counter and not even daring to turn around and look at you, her voice still quiet. “Just that, love?” You furthered the wait, your hands sliding even lower and playing with her thighs like nothing. Massaging them, riding your hands just up enough to find the hem of her floral dress.

Hanni should be used to it, right? She’s been married to you for almost 2 years. She should be used to your teasing questions and burning touches. But she isn’t. Every single time you touch her, Hanni’s knees weaken. And you notice. Every. Single. Time.

“Also did… Um… Also watched a movie…” She replied after a moment. “Really? What movie, love? Was it sexy?” You teased, your goal getting more and more clear with each question. “I didn't— Ah! Fuck!” Hanni starts to give you an explanation, but gets interrupted as you lift her dress enough to palm her ass. “Keep going, love. You didn’t what? I’m curious.” Your hand gave her ass cheek a hearty squeeze before moving on to cup her pussy. “I… I— Ah!” She moaned out from the feeling. “Tell me about the fucking movie, Hanni. Or I won’t touch you anymore. I know you’re ovulating, love.” You mocked the nickname, but forced Hanni to go on. 

“Name! S-Shit… I didn’t watch a porn movie… But… I-It’s about— Oh God! It’s about a songwriter… A songwriter and a— a soldier!” She tried to explain the movie plot to you, even as you rubbed your fingers up and down her cunt and circled her cute clit. Never entering her clenching hole. She didn’t deserve it yet. She hadn’t begged for it yet. Oh, but she will. You’ll make her if needed. 

You hummed, signaling her to continue. “And… and… she makes a s-song about missing h-him… Oh fuck! Name! Can you fuck me already?” Hanni whines out and you shake your head in denial. “Ask nicely, love. Be a good girl.” You tilted your head and whispered in her ear, your lips brushing against her skin and sliding lower to kiss her neck.

“Holy shit… C-can you, please, fuck m-me, daddy?” She said, after some moments of breathy whimpers and failed attempts to form a coherent sentence. You haven’t even fucked her yet and she’s already going dumb. “Hm… I don’t know… Do you deserve it already?” You teasingly hummed in her ear. 

“Please… Please, daddy… Please! Can you fuck my tight pussy? Need your big cock in it, daddy.” She whined out a loud cry, begging. You caved. “Okay, okay. Need prep?” You asked softly, deciding to stop teasing. Hanni needed this. By nature. 

“No, daddy… been wet since morning…” Your filthy answers quickly, already taking off her dress and unbuttoning her dress. “Naughty girl. Just wanna have her holes filled with cock, am I right?” 

“Yes, daddy! Wanna get all my holes filled with daddy’s thick, white cum! Gonna get knocked up and carry daddy’s baby!” She desperately said. Hanni was a real slut when ovulating. “Really? Want me to fill you up to the brim? Then plug you up so you don’t waste a single drop of daddy’s cum ‘till you get knocked up?” You dirty talked, knowing your lover got turned on by that. Your wife is filthy. And she likes filthy things. Like you and your huge cock entering her pussy in one singular move. “Daddy! You fuck me so good!” She moaned, so loud you were very likely to get a noise complaint from the neighbours. “Yeah? Feel nice and full of daddy’s dick?” You asked, starting to fuck her pussy in a slow, teasing rhythm. “So full! Daddy’s cock is so good and big!” 

“Yeah? Does this hole also want to be full of daddy’s cock?” You rubbed your thumb over her asshole, teasing the idea and almost sliding it in. “Yes! It does! Wan’ every hole full of daddy! Please, please, please, daddy!” She whined out, throwing her head back as your thrusts into her pretty cunt picked up a quickened pace. 

You gave in to her begging and slid three fingers into her backdoor, starting a painal on your beautiful wife. She let out a loud noise: either a scream from the pain caused by the sudden intrusion or a moan from the feeling of being so full. “Daddy! Bedroom!” She asked and you obeyed, picking her up (still with your cock inside her pussy and your fingers in her ass) and letting her wrap her legs around your waist.

As you walked up the stairs, headed for the bedroom, Hanni kept trying to bounce on your cock, causing you to slap your wife’s tits in order for her to stay still and not be a brat. Once you reached your shared bed, you threw her on the matress, wasting no time to take off your clothing (including her apron and slutty dress) and start fucking both of her holes in a missionary position. Hanni screamed out moans, groans, whimpers and loud cries with detailed descriptions of how good you were making her feel with your cock and fingers.

You made her feel so good that before she could warn you that she was cumming, she had already squirted all over you. The juices covering her naked stomach and your arms and abs. Your wife was insanely hot. So hot you made her cum 2 more times just with your dick. So hot she started begging to make you feel good. “Daddy… Daddy, please? Let me suck your cock! I’ll make you feel so good!”

You nodded and pulled out, Hanni quickly moving into her knees on the floor, right between your legs. She took your member in her hands, quickly guiding it to her lips. While making eye contact, the woman licked your dick from the base to the tip, leaving a small kiss at the end before sucking it all into her mouth and allowing you to fuck her throath carelessly. So you did. Buckling your hips and paying attention to the gagging noises she made. You noticed every little detail. How she tried to speak, even while knowing she couldn’t. How her teary-eyed expression looked up at you. “Shit. I’m gonna cum! You’re gonna swallow it, Hanni? Like the good dirty whore you are?” 

She couldn’t properly answer you, but how her tongue moved more eagerly was enough of a response. And with some more bobs of her head up and down your shaft, you came in her throat. Your wife swallowed it all, opening her mouth wide after to show you that she did. 

“Can I ride you?” She asked out of nowhere. “Hell yeah, I love ovulating Hanni. Come here, baby.” You patted your lap, sitting on the top of the bed and resting your back against the headboard. The woman slid down on your cock with practiced ease and began moving her hips as you both moaned in pleasure, your two voices combined creating a beautiful harmony. “God, daddy, I love your cock! It’s filling my tight cunt so well! I’m so full, daddy!”

She screamed out when she began bouncing on your dick, her tits following the motion. “Daddy! Daddy, gonna cum! Gonna cum! Gonna cum!” 

“Cum for me, slut. You love being my perfect slut, huh? Don't you?” You whispered in her ear as she fell apart, her body laying on your own. 

“Thank you, daddy.”

[nanivinsmoke]

Aphrodisiac

i’ve scrapped this one shot so many times, I almost gave up on it. hope my sukuna lovers will enjoy this one.

human!Sukuna x F!Reader

summary: when you accidentally eat an aphrodisiac, your boyfriend teaches you the consequences of it.

warnings : oh where do i start? multiple orgasms, squirting, oral (f! receiving), rough sex, cream pies and body painting (?) and more.

“sukuna!” you called out while walking into the living room, hoping to find him there. his back was turned towards you, a pair of headphones propped on his head while he had a book in his hand. you stepped in front of him, causing him to finally look up at you. he pulled his headphones down and looked at you, wondering why you were in front of him with that expression on your face.

“i accidentally ate on of your gummies….and my body feels so….hot—and my um…” you begun, feeling nervous to tell him what else was wrong with you. he was now intrigued, wondering which of his gummies did you consume. “spit it out already” he spoke like he was already bored with you. “my clit is throbbing so much and look at my fucking panties they’re soaked!” a sigh escapes your lips when your panties ride on your clit as you pulled it up a tad to show him your slick.

whatever you ate had you in heat. your nipples were sensitive and if you walked a certain way an orgasm would’ve erupted through you. his crimson eyes trailed over you body before looking at you with a smirk on his face. he knew exactly what you ate and plan formulated in his mind. he tossed his stuff to the side and grabbed you by the hips, pulling you closer to him. the way his fingertips pressed into your hips made your clit throb even more, your body was totally sensitive.

you let out a breathy moan when he pulled your soaked panties down, your cunt at eye level with him. sukuna tapped your plush thigh as he laid back, guiding you to his face. when you sat down, a loud moan escaped your lips and an orgasm pushed through you. he didn’t even have to tease your clit; the heat from his mouth alone was needed for you to cum. his eyes shot open and his eyebrow rose, he couldn’t believe that you came that fast.

your sudden climax only fueled him more. his tongue swirled and sucked on your sensitive clit, making it pulsate even harder than before. he lapped up your juices like it was the last thing he would ever taste, causing you to grind your lower half on his face. his nose was pushed deeper into your cunt, stimulating your clit as he tongue fucked your aching hole. “cumming so hard for you kuna~” you said in a breathy whisper, gripping the couch’s brown arm rest as the ball in the pit of your stomach exploded.

he let your ride out your orgasm before moving you aside, sitting up afterwards. his mouth was covered with your juices making you blush at the sight. your eyes traveled down to the tent in his pants, mouth watering at the sight, palming it and watching it jump as you went. “are you going to continue teasing or are you going to free it?” his bluntness aroused you and you quickly unzipped his pants and freed his boner from his pants.

before you could even lean down to suck it, he stopped you telling you to get on your hands and knees instead. the sight of your dripping cunt being slightly covered by your fat ass made his balls swell. sukuna wasted no time and prodded his deep pink mushroom tip at your entrance, groaning at the ocean you formed in between your legs.

he entered you with no problem, your walls immediately clinging and constricting around him which made it harder for him to not burst inside of you. with a slight head turn, you glimpsed at him, “please fuck me hard kuna~”. usually you’re not able to take him when he’s fucking you deep and hard, but tonight you wanted to be fucked into the couch. a smirk etched on his face and he plunged deeper into your cunt with one stroke, a yelp escaping yours lips.

the embarrassing, yet sexy sound of air being pushed out of your cunt echoed throughout the living room as your cunt was being filled by his cock. your ass bounced against his pelvis each time he pounded into you. slutty mewls and dripplets of drool slipped from your plump lips the more he fucked your cunt sloppy.

it almost felt like you were dying and being brought back to life whenever he slammed himself deeper into you. his dick throbbed inside of you, he couldn’t stop himself from cumming either. your pussy was way too fucking good, his thick load shot out in ropes and the heat from of it made your pussy spasm; causing your third orgasm for the night.

he was breathless once he pulled out of you, sitting against the soft couch behind him. while the warm fluid pooled out of you, that overwhelming feeling soared through you again. you needed more, the strong effects of the aphrodisiac controlled you. you took him by surprise when you climbed on top of his lap, hovering over his cock before pushing it back inside of you.

“so fucking tight— mhm you’re clinging to me” he growled into your ear as your gummy walls confined to him, the fat of your ass clapping each time you reached the skin of his thighs. he loved the slutty expression that was plastered over your face, drunk off his cock as you made it yours.

the more you bounced, the more his dick became coated with your cream making it a bright shade of white. his big hands gripped the fat of your ass, the fluffyness of it melting in between his fingers as he helped bring you up and down on his cock. the feeling of his tip brushing against your sensitive spot sent flutters to your pussy and he could feel you cum again. his voice was raspy as he talked you through your orgasm.

sukuna could barely help himself when he pushed you on your back, holding your legs back with your ankles nearly touching your ears; his dick pushing inside of you once more. he ignored the sensitivity he felt and immediately began to split your pussy in half. your eyes rolled back deep into your head, showing off the whitest part of them. his name spitting off your tongue the more he fucked you silly.

you couldn’t take it anymore, you was sure he was going to break your pussy the way he was fucking you. your manicured nails scratched at his forearms; leaving welps and red markings over them. “this pussy is so fucking wet. this my pussy?” he knew you could barely answer him, your mind far away from words. instead you frantically nodded your head while taking his dick the best way you can.

the feelings of your pussy clenching around him made him go faster and caused your final orgasm to approach quicker. you didn’t warn him as a stream of clear liquid shot out of you and drenched his cock; some of it hitting his chest. he smiled seeing you squirt all over him, his climax following right after yours. “cumming loads in that pussy, yeah~?” with a few more hard and powerful strokes he began to empty the last of his balls out inside of you, before pulling out to paint the rest over your breasts.

you had learned your lesson and promised to never touch his things….sike.

[starshoyo]

VICTORIA’S SECRET II ★

PAIRING Bokuto Koutarou x fem!reader

WARNINGS None

TAGS Bokuto’s down bad, you’re still sexy asf, finally they kiss

IN WHICH Bokuto and his friends are invited to watch you on the Victoria’s Secret fashion show, and he just falls even harder

A/N The show and themes are based off of the 2005 Victoria’s Secret Fashion Show

<- 𝐏𝐀𝐑𝐓 𝐎𝐍𝐄 | 𝐑𝐔𝐋𝐄𝐒/𝐌𝐀𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐋𝐈𝐒𝐓

“HOW THE HELL did you manage to get backstage tickets, Bo?” Kuroo asked, shaking the man’s shoulders as he looked around and the stage crew running around. The models were still getting ready, including you.

It had been months since you first met Bokuto, and after asking many friends, you were able to get in touch with him. Since you were out of the country, it was impossible to see him, but you spent almost every night texting and calling.

And despite his busy schedule along yours, he always somehow made time for you. You liked him, a lot. He was so different, so interesting. He was an idiot, sure, but there was something charming about his idiocy.

This would be the first time seeing each other since that day, and it was strange to think about how much closer you were, despite not having seen each other.

You had gifted him four VIP tickets, which also meant backstage passes. When Bokuto had told his best friend, Kuroo, about the tickets, he had immediately “volunteered” to go. When he was asking around on his team, of course, Atsumu and Hinata begged to go.

Well, the two were more curious about you and Bokuto than the show, but still.

“I told you, Kuroo. I have a friend who’s going to be on the runway.” Bokuto said shyly, the tips of his ears burning red. The raven haired man cocked his head, squinting his eyes. “A friend? You’re friends with a Victoria’s Secret angel?”

“More like girlfriend.” Atsumu teased, causing Bokuto to even blush deeper. “You should’ve seen him when he first met her, Kuroo-san! He was like a deer in headlights!” Hinata barked innocently, but this caused Kuroo to cackle, and Bokuto to scowl.

“Bokuto!” You called, trying your best to run over to him with your pin heels. Bokuto glanced over to the familiar voice, but the second his eyes landed on you, his blushed impossible harder.

Suddenly, he wished he didn’t bring his friends backstage. He wanted to be the only one able to see you like this, ignoring the fact that they would see you later anyways on the runway.

You were wearing two piece blue set with what seemed like fur lining the straps of your bra, and a matching Santa hat. Bokuto gulped. He tried to shut off his mind, practically burning holes into your eyes at how hard he was staring at them, forcing his eyes not to look down.

“You made it!” You chirped, a big smile on your face. “I wouldn’t miss it for the world.” His words were said breathlessly, because damn, you really were just that. Breathtaking. You smiled softly at him, nothing but adoration in your sparkling eyes. He had to look away.

“Uh, these are my friends! Atsumu and Hinata, my teammates, and Kuroo, a friend and business partner, I guess.” He shrugged. “You came to our game against the Adlers, right?” Atsumu asked, holding out his hand for you to shake.

“Yeah, actually. I’m impressed you remember me.” You hummed, shaking his hand. “I remembered you too! Bokuto-san won’t shut up about you!” Hinata chimed in, his words careless as always. Bokuto slapped his palm on his face, shaking his head.

“So you guys are just… friends?” Kuroo teased, crossing his arms. It was your turn to turn red, fiddling with your fingers. “Shut up, Kuroo!” Whined Bokuto, hands on his face to hide his impossibly redder face.

A small buzzer went off, and you cleared your throat. “That’s- I have to go. But um, thanks for coming! I’ll see you after the show.” You pointed to the sound, taking a few steps back. “Good luck!” Bokuto waved enthusiastically, his friends doing the same.

As soon as you were out of sight, Bokuto elbowed Kuroo’s side, making the latter groan in pain. “Don’t embarrass me, man!” He cried. Kuroo laughed through his pain. “Oh, even without Kuroo-san, it’s so obvious you like her!” Hinata rolled his eyes, Atsumu snickering next to him.

“Alright, alright. Let’s get to our seats.” He ushered, pushing everyone towards the exit.

The stage was as beautiful as you, the runway covered in glitter. There were big props that shouted Christmas, which would make sense, considering it was nearing. There was a big present box, a giant stuffed bear, a candy cane, and more.

Celebrities sat here and there, Hinata grabbing Atsumu’s arm and pointing at each of them in excitement. “You’re a celebrity too,” Atsumu had to remind him. After sitting in their seats for a while, listening to a man play his jazz on his trumpet as an opening act, the show finally started.

Upbeat rock music started, and then, the stage turned. The box’s cover came off, and all the models who were standing inside were revealed. Bokuto, for the second time, felt like he was struck with Cupid’s bow. His mouth parted open, and he watched as it finally became your turn.

You walked more gracefully than you had when you were running up to him earlier, hips shaking and eyes sexy. You were holding what seemed to be like a stuffed doll, matching the fabric of your outfit.

You smiled, and something about it was naughty. You glanced to the side as you walked, pointing at a camera on the side before fluttering your fingers.

You turned to the other side of the runway, and your eyes met his. It was like electricity shocked the both of you, Bokuto’s breath stuttering. And then, you brought your hand up to your mouth, and blew him a kiss. His back went straight, and he shrunk in his seat in shyness.

To everybody else, it seemed like a kiss to the crowd—fan service. But he knew that it was a little secret between you and him.

Before he had time to even react, you were at the end of the runway, doing your two poses, before turning and starting to walk back. Thankfully, Kuroo, his loyal wingman, nudged Bokuto out of his trance. “Blow a kiss back, idiot!” He whisper yelled.

When your eyes met his again, he smiled widely, bringing both hands to his lips and blowing a kiss dramatically. You bit your bottom lip to stop yourself from looking like a fool with a giant smile, and decided to settle on winking back at him.

As the show went on, every time you had walked, your eyes met his, and the two of you would interact in some way. It was small, and went unnoticed by everyone else. It was your little secret.

And that’s just how it was between the two of you. There was no need for words. Somehow, there was chemistry, and you could have a thousand conversations through the eyes alone.

When the show came to an end, Bokuto slumped back in his seat. He stared off into the space in front of him. “Hm? The show’s over, Bokkun.” Atsumu hummed curiously.

“I’m going to tell her how I feel.” He said suddenly, like a man under a spell. Hinata scoffed. “Finally!” Kuroo rolled his eyes, slapping Bokuto’s back harshly. “Well? Go on backstage! We’ll be outside.”

Bokuto did just that, quickly getting on his feet and making his way backstage. All these months, he’s been head over heels with you, but there was that strange hesitation. He just… wasn’t absolutely sure yet.

But today was confirmation enough. He needed you. Only you. You were the only one who could make his heart pound this way, and send electricity up his spine. You were kind and gentle, but equally confident and scandalous.

You seemed to be looking for him too, because you practically ran into Bokuto’s large frame. “Bokuto!” You said in surprise, standing back and looking up at him with wide eyes, blessing his ears with the way you said his name.

You were still in your last outfit, a silk periwinkle colored set with big, gorgeous bows on each piece. You were so close to him, hands on his chest and looking up at him, his hands gently intertwined behind your waist, keeping you close.

“You… You’re amazing.” He only said, staring into your eyes like you were the most precious thing ever. And it only made you fall harder. He didn’t call you sexy, or hot.

Hell, he didn’t even call you pretty. Instead, he called you amazing, like you were more than just your appearance.

“Well, kiss me like you mean it, Bokuto.” You said quietly. He held you even tighter, a bright smile lighting up his face as if he were a man in a desert who had just been offered water.

He leaned down, pressing his lips against yours, and it felt like a fresh breath of air. “Finally”, you both said in your minds, grasping each other like you were to disappear into thin air if you hadn’t.

You had been waiting for this moment for months, wondering what it would feel like for his strong arms to hold you like this with such gentle care, as if you were a flower.

He pulled away, pressing another kiss to the corner of your mouth before looking into your eyes with such intensity that it made your shiver with excitement. “Let me be yours?” He asked, eyes searching your face. You grinned from ear to ear. “Be mine.”

[honeylations]

KIM MINJEONG X FEM!READER

Prompt: With you dating nerdy + med student, Kim Minjeong, people think you are in control. But they don’t know your girlfriend’s true self behind closed doors.

Warnings/Notes: g!p Minjeong, secretly dom Minjeong, shy in the streets sexy in the sheets, sub reader, femme reader, shy Minjeong in public

A/N: sorry I disappeared for a month or so, I was swamped with other commitments T^T

“Hey Y/n” Aeri appears in front of your table in the cafeteria, holding her own tray of lunch.

“Hey Aeri, how was class?”

She sat down in a tired manner and even added a dramatic sigh. You smiled at her.

“I don’t even want to talk about it”

“That bad huh?”

“Bad? It was so boring! I knew I should’ve bought a Red Bull beforehand. Anyways, how about your classes?”

You placed your chopsticks down and shrugged. “Could say the same but I’m getting by smoothly thanks to Minjeong. She helps me once she finishes her stuff”

“I forget you’re dating that nerd sometimes” Aeri rolled her eyes.

“Hey don’t call her that! She’s adorable”

“Hi girlies! Hope you don’t mind us joining” Jimin and Yizhou appear and took their seats.

“What are you guys talking about?” Yizhou asked, looking between you and Aeri.

“About Y/n��s nerdy loser girlfriend”

“I said don’t call her that Aeri!” You whined, whacking your chopsticks at her knuckles.

“Ow hey! It’s basically true!”

You looked at the other two girls for help but by the look of their timid faces, you could tell they were on Aeri’s side. “You don’t know her like I do”

The 3 girls turn their heads to look at where Minjeong was sitting alone. She was munching on an onigiri while flipping through her fat text book, pausing for a second just to push her thick glasses up her nose.

“I’m not against you dating her, Y/n. We’re just surprised that you two even clicked” Jimin simply said, going back to eating her own food.

“I assume you top in the relationship” Yizhou winked, making your face go red.

“Um…yeah. Totally” You smiled awkwardly because they definitely didn’t know what goes down when you and Minjeong are alone.

“A-Ah! Minjeong-ah!” You gasped out a moan when your girlfriend pulled your hair back while blowing your back out.

“Mmm so good, Princess”

It took her a couple more thrusts before she flipped you on your back, letting your head fall onto the pillow, giving you a view of your girlfriend in her white tank top, messy hair, and black framed glasses.

This was the Minjeong you didn’t want the girls to know about which is why you played along with their nerd stereotypes on your girlfriend.

Minjeong was introverted in public, even when you’re by her side holding her hand. Your friends like to believe that you’re in control of the relationship but if they were to walk into your sex moments with Minjeong, they’ll realise that everything they have claimed was actually the other way around.

During sex, Minjeong was a whole different person and you loved her just as much as when she’s shy in public. She will not stop until you’re a drooling mess.

Minjeong leaned down to softly kiss the marks she had left all over your skin before finishing with a soft peck to your lips. She held your legs up by the ankles and proceeded to push her 8.5 inch inside your abused slick covered hole. Your back arched as you fisted the sheets again.

“O-Oh fuck Minjeong baby”

“I wonder what your friends will say when they see you like this, Princess” Minjeong asked rhetorically, enjoying the way you looked at her with hooded eyes and swollen lips.

She leaned down until her lips hovered yours. “I’m in control baby. Your friends can make fun of me as much as they want but when it’s just us, you’re following my orders”

You nodded pathetically, letting her words arouse you even more. “Yes you’re in control, Minjeong-ah”

“Can’t get enough of my cock, can you?”

You shook your head in tears, feeling Minjeong thrust faster that you were slapping against her pelvis. “M-Minjeong ah!”

“Fuck I love you so much, baby. So fucking good for my cock” the taller grunted as she fucked you harder than ever.

You continued to cry her name which made Minjeong wrap your legs around her waist so she could lean down and capture your quivering lips. She was nice enough to slow her thrusts to let your cunt breathe.

“My poor baby. Crying from how good my cock is. You think you deserve to have my cum?” She asked in a baby tone.

You nodded desperately, running your hands underneath the back of her tank top so you could feel her soft skin. “Please Minjeongie. I’ve been good all day”

“You have, haven’t you? Always a good girl for daddy” she kissed your forehead before removing her glasses, and began thrusting again like a maniac.

You clawed onto her back for dear life, feeling so full and destroyed from her monstrous shaft that you could never get tired of. “Fuck yes daddy, fuck me like that!”

“Mmm Y/n-ie” she whimpered in your ear breathlessly.

“Cum in me please daddy, I want it all”

Minjeong grunted in response, biting deep into your shoulder as she rocked herself inside you and releasing an insane amount of cum. The thick liquid triggered your own orgasm, mixing your load with Minjeong’s and feeling it ooze out of you.

You were panting hard as your girlfriend continued to move but at a slower pace, helping her ride out the mind blowing orgasm.

She softly laid on top of you. “Thank you, baby” she mumbled cutely into your shoulder.

The mood change baffles you every time, mostly leaving you in a fit of giggles and hugging your girlfriend closer. “You’re welcome, Minjeongie. Feel better?”

You were talking about her pent up frustrations earlier which had led to the steamy sex. Your poor girl was forced to tutor two other students in her class when all she wanted to spend time with you.

“Yes so much better. Are you okay? I didn’t hurt you did I? Researchers stated that harsh vaginal penetration can lead to life threatening bleeding”

It wasn’t so bad having an impressively smart girlfriend. But it’s bad when your girlfriend is also a big overthinker. “You’re saying that while still being inside me”

Minjeong looked down and realised you were right. “Oh sorry, baby”

You released a soft sigh as she pulled out her slick covered dick, lowkey admiring the mess you both had made on the sheets. Your girlfriend quickly wore her glasses just to get a better view and you rolled your eyes at her little grin. “You’re proud aren’t you?”

“Did you know sperm can be preserved for decades when the semen is frozen?”

“Ugh shut up and sleep with me. I need my cuddles”

Minjeong was quick to obey. “Did you know that during cuddles with someone you love, your body releases oxytocin that calms you and makes you more likely to deal better with stress?”

“Hey baby, did you know that if you say one more fact, the chances of me chopping your dick off are highly likely?” You fired back.

Minjeong took off her glasses and placed them on the side table before spooning you tightly. “Sorry baby. Goodnight. I love you”

“I love you too, baby”

“….did you know—“

“Minjeong!”

“Sorry!”

A/N: don’t @ me for them random faxts, I just got them from Google😭

[starkeyisthelastname]

pornstar!rafe eats sooooo bad girlie!! i love fantasizing abt a huge camera w/ the flash on being shoved in my face as rafe fucks me into the mattress UGHHHH

thank you babe!!! 💖😭 um.. yes and please! 😩

This would definitely be a scene the two of you would do taken in some hotel room that was booked to film in. The room would be dark, except for the large open windows of the suite that looked over the city and the huge flash of the camera. The man standing behind it would have it aimed directly in your face, capturing the fucked out look as Rafe fucked you into the mattress.

You’d be a gasping mess, eyes rolling back and black mascara staining your flushed cheeks as his hips slammed into you brutally. “Uhh…f-fuck… fuck…Rafe…” You mumbled out, as he fucked you like a true whore for his pleasure. You just couldn’t get enough of him and wondered what that said about your character for falling for a man that fucked you in such a nasty way. You didn’t care though, not right now anyway. Your focus was the huge dick drilling in and out of your soaked hole.

“That’s right. Say my fuckin name whore.” Rafe growled, large hands removing themselves from your hips where he had steadied himself to then hook his fingers on either side of your mouth. Your cheeks stretched open, the camera getting a close view of your now open mouth, eyes rolling back to meet his as he smirked down at you. Just like you, he couldn’t get enough. It scared him how much he craved you, having him doing things he never thought he would be do. Like filming with you again, when he never shot twice with a female star.

“Look at the fucking camera, yeah? Let everyone see you get fucked by Rafe Cameron again. Stretching out your fuckin hole and shit.” He spat at you, his eyes turning darker blue the nastier he got. You looked into the bright flash, ignoring the burning sensation to your irises as Rafe forced you to look at the large camera with just his words.

The mattress below you squeaked so hard that you were sure the bed was going to break, Rafe continuing to fish-hook your mouth as he thrusted into a pace that left your mind blown each time. Your head was light, lower stomach tightening and pussy fluttering as your orgasm was approaching the more he laid into you. You couldn’t even get words out, without sounding like a complete babbling idiot from his fingers curling into your cheeks. Drool leaving your mouth and tears pouring from your eyes at the intense pleasure that was over taking you, the cameraman getting it all.

He couldn’t help himself, finding himself slipping as he leaned down towards your ear for more privacy. His thick mustache tickled you, his breath hot as he whispered to you. “You’re goddamn perfect, you know that? This dick was fuckin made for just you. Wasn’t it?” He whispered, high off sex and only letting you hear it. The sexy thing was is that his blue eyes made contact with the camera, low key getting off on the fact no one could hear him saying shit he never would say out loud, let alone in a film.

[nctstar]

poly! nct 127 ⋆𐙚₊˚⊹♡ threesome ver.

hard dom members x sub reader

pairing: nct 127 x fem!reader

word count: 2.6k

genre: smut

warnings: sexual content so minors please dni! everything is consensual, hard dom members, heavy degradation and bsdm content (don't read if triggering), safeword discussed, oral (male and female receiving), rough penetrative sex (unprotected, please be safe irl), manhandling, hair pulling, painplay + impact play (whipping), face slapping + spanking, squirting, fingering, clitoral stimulation, double penetration (same hole), a lot of crying, begging, sexual punishment, daddy kink, kissing, anal (female receiving), multiple orgasms + overstimulation, intense orgasms, mentioning ex during sex, handjob, hand over mouth (female receiving), profanity, (everything is really messy idk how to write this so you hopefully get what i mean)

disclaimer: this is a fanfiction purely from my (filthy) imagination. I don't know the nct members and don't claim that they act like this in real life. I also do not condone any of the activity by any of the characters in this fic. everything is consensual and safewords/limits have been discussed prior to the scene - sex is only sex when it's fun for both parties, please keep this in mind <3

so um...here's this. I was running on matcha coffee 3 hours of sleep and 2 episodes of pretty little liars all before 9am yesterday when something in my body just felt COMPELLED to write this, so here it is :D also labyrinth ch 2 is COMINGG i just need time to write it in a good way, but i've planned the entire thing and am excited to see how it ends up. also, i've decided to make poly! nct a series, not quite sure if i'll keep the same pairings or how this will work but it won't only be smut, i plan to write lots of different types of scenarios for them. anyways, love you, bye for now xx

Mark & Taeyong ~ Thighs slipping against each other, water dripping down to your ankles as you stumbled towards Taeyong’s parted legs. “Bend over.” He commanded, but you felt the shove before you could, pushing you forward with a gasp. Mark’s open hand now pressing down on the shallow bend of your back, he toyed with the strings of your bikini bottom, chuckling darkly at your every whine. Taeyong grabbed your chin roughly, forcing your face inches away from his. You winched as his grip tightened, hard enough to leave bruises. “Fucking slut.” Your heart hammered as you felt the cold air hit your now bare core and ass, Mark squeezing the plush of your behind as he groaned in pleasure. “Fuck, she’s so sexy.” He drawled. The panic began to quicken, pouring down your veins like ice water when you felt the wood-hard bulb of his dick press against your exposed hole. Eyes watering, you begged, not quite sure what you were begging for. “Please, please, p-please…” Mark slapped your ass in response, the tears now rolling down your cheeks as you cried out. Your vision whitened, side of your face stinging as Taeyong slapped you, twice, the edges of his ring marking a spot underneath your cheekbones. “Bend the fuck over. All the way.” You nodded as you cried, shutting your eyes as you held your ankles and let your head hang down, the blood rush making you delirious.

The pain and pleasure made your legs tremble, losing control of your body, gripping until you felt the bony edges of your ankles, moans ripping themselves from your throat as Mark bottomed out. “So big, please…” You gasped, as if his cock choked you from the inside. You babbled apologies, shaking your head when you heard the sound of Taeyong’s zipper above Mark’s sloppy thrusts. “Please, n-no…no more, I can-nghh,” you trailed off, feeling your own release grease your inner thighs, shame pooling in the bottom of your stomach. “We’re not done here, slut. No safe word means you still want this. Stupid whore.” Taeyong groaned as he pumped himself to his full hardness, watching you shakily squat down to the cold tiles, listening for any signs of protest. You stayed quiet, heaving, a sudden urge to let go as your head throbbed from your last orgasm. You felt Mark wrap one arm around your lower stomach, pressing down hard and lifting you off the ground. You squealed, trying to push his arm away, the muscles bulging underneath his skin. “You’re too rough with m-me…” Your knees hit the cold tiles as Taeyong pushed his length into your mouth, another hand holding you in place and gripping your hair tight. “Can you cum like this? Hmm?” Your head spun, pussy throbbing from the humiliation, Mark’s legs now caging your body as you stared up at Taeyong, cock bruising the back of your throat. Your pleas were lost around his length as Mark began to press his fingertips into your scalp, making you sob. “What’s the matter? Too rough?” He teased, his laugh searing into your brain. You pressed your thighs together as something sent you over the edge, making you spray all over the tiles like a rabid animal. As you gasped for air, Taeyong kept thrusting in your mouth, groaning as he came, moonlight hitting the sheen on his skin as you swallowed every last drop.

Jaehyun & Johnny~ “Faster, sweetie.” His words dripped sticky like honey in the shell of your ear. Your legs wobbled, biting your lip so hard you tasted rusted metal. With Jaehyun’s semi-hard cock nestled inside of you, you tried to grind your hips quicker, earning a satisfied groan from Johnny. “Good girl.” You moaned in pleasure, shockwaves of euphoria running through your body, but moments later, Johnny gripped you around the waist, fingers digging harshly into the plush of your sides. “But not fast enough.” You whimpered, knowing what comes next. Jaehyun brought one arm up to wrap around your shoulders, pulling your face into the crook of his neck. As you shook your head, he shushed you quietly. “Wanna use your safe word?” You shook your head, and Jaehyun held you tighter against him, the fingers of his other hand travelling down to press down on your clit. “Such a nasty little doll for us to fuck.” You moaned when he sped up, tears flowing down your cheeks as you came. “So quick to cum too. Open.” You thought he meant open your eyes, so it took you by surprise when he pressed his fingers past your slightly parted lips, pressing down on your tongue until drool ran down your chin. “Silly girl.”

Your body jerked when you felt the thick tip of Johnny’s cock press against you. You gazed pleadingly at Jaehyun, as if to beg for mercy. “Can’t even use our cocks right. Gotta do all the work ourselves. Stupid girl.” You buried your face into Jaehyun as the heat of embarrassment blossomed across your face, but Johnny wasn’t having it. One quick wrap around his wrist and your head was yanked back, scalp burning from the impact, stray strands of hair falling limply across your face. “What do you say, hmm?” The stretch burned deliciously as he continued to push inside you, tucking himself right next to Jaehyun, so good you forgot how to breathe. “Mnghh, y-yes, s-so good, please, please, Daddy, l-love it, love being stuffed…” Your mouth slackened as an unexpected orgasm rendered you numb. When your senses returned, you felt Jaehyun grind his hips upwards in smooth, fluid, quick snaps, while Johnny pounded you from the back. You cried as you felt another orgasm be torn from you, piece by piece. “F-fuck, oh my god!” Johnny’s arms wrapped around your neck, your fingernails tearing at his biceps for air as you squirted hard over both of them. “Please, Daddy, can’t-“ As he released you, letting you fall onto Jaehyun’s toned torso, you cried, stuttering in between shaky breaths. “T-thank, you, thank you…”

Haechan & Mark~ “It’s too big…” you whined, lube running down the crevices between your legs. Haechan shushed you, petting your hair. “You’re okay, kitty. Remember we use our words when we want to stop, hmm?” You nodded, remembering the safe word. You couldn’t lie – it felt equal parts weird and good. You felt Mark lift you by your arms, letting you wrap your arms around him. “Mmm, Daddy…” you sighed as he sucked and nipped at your neck. The dildo continued to travel inside your ass, and Mark whispered in your ear. “You’re gonna take it all, right? Like a good kitty.” You cried as the stretch started to make you force yourself off the dildo, but Mark grabbed your thighs, pressing them against his so you couldn’t move. “Shhh…” he continued to kiss along the shell of your ear, while you protested. “Daddy, f-fuck, wait, it’s so b-big…” Haechan was relentless, and without warning, began to thrust it upwards. You felt like your entire world had been split into two, your stomach torn to shreds. “Oh my god!” you screamed. “H-Hyuckie!”

“Naughty kitty…you thought I hadn’t noticed that you were flirting with Jaehyun today?” You cried, shaking your head as he continued his pace. Your heart pounded at the thought of him going faster, even though you knew you could stop him at any point. “Bad kitty.” He tutted. Mark’s bulge grew underneath your pussy, and you made the mistake of glancing down. “Nasty kitty.” Haechan’s breath tickled the side of your neck, and your body started to shake in pleasure. “Hnghh…” Mark laughed. “You’re soaking me, kitty. You’re really gonna cum from your punishment?” His teasing tone made you moan incessantly, and he grabbed your hand, shoving it under the waistband of his shorts. “Daddy first.” You nodded, stroking him under his pants as Haechan continued to fuck your ass with the dildo, groaning at your pornographic sounds. “What do you say, kitty?” You felt Mark coat your hands with cum, and your legs shook. “H-Hyuckie, please, can I cum?” He stayed quiet, pressing the dildo fully inside you. You continued to beg as he pushed his cock inside you, sliding down Mark’s body agonisingly. “Can’t, c-can’t hold it in, p-please…” Mark pressed your face on his crotch while he chuckled. “What about me, honey?” With tears running down your face, you begged, “C-can I cum, Daddy…please – oh!” the breath left your lungs as Haechan yanked the dildo out, sheathing himself inside your ass. “Cum, kitty.” You stammered words of relief as you came the hardest you ever had, Haechan finishing all over the curves of your ass and lower back.

Jungwoo & Yuta~ You couldn’t see anything, but you knew it was him. You’d recognise his lips anywhere, tongue slithering up inside you like snakes. “J-Jungwoo.”

You heard the whip crack before you felt it, a diagonal line on your back, white-hot pain seeping into your body. You fought a sob as Jungwoo kissed your neck, the lips on your core still sucking and kissing your sensitive folds. “Wrong.”

He waited for you to give you the all-clear, to nod, letting him know you were still good to continue before he left your side, and it was silent again.

You yelped in surprise as you felt someone nip at your chest, one hand pressing your back to keep you still. You whimpered, the sudden jolts of pain making your body writhe under his arms. “Y-yuta.”

You were released immediately, but your breathing remained laboured. For a second you thought you were wrong again, and you held your breath, squeezing your eyes even though you were blindfolded. “Correct. Last one.” You felt your head be yanked back by your hair, making you yelp. “A-ah, it hurts…” You feel something rub against your lips, the shape and texture making you quickly realise it was a cock. You whimpered involuntarily, knowing this one would make or break this game. You swirled your tongue around the end, sucking on the tip, kissing blindly around the shaft, your lips meeting the softer skin of the balls as you did. “Jungwoo.” You continued kissing, sucking, bringing your hands up to cup his balls, and that’s when you heard him groan. “Fuck. So filthy, isn’t she, Yuta?”

He laughed, and you felt the air between your legs. He sucked your clit, making you moan onto Jungwoo’s length. “A-ah, feels good…” Yuta hummed into your core. “Filthy sluts like you…” he kissed you, “…deserve…” he swirled his tongue inside you, holding your knees down when they rebounded upwards to move away from his mouth, “to cum over, and over…” You came with a cry as he sucked relentlessly, but you were cut off by Jungwoo pushing his cock inside you, making you gag noisily. “If you like my cock so much, let me give it to you.” Dizzy with relief, Jungwoo lay you on your back, the sheets slipping against your bare skin as you slid your body upwards. Yuta held you down, pressing your stomach into the mattress, watching as your back arched off the sheets rhythmically, tits rolling with each movement. “S-so good, fuck, f-fuck…” Your legs felt like jelly as Jungwoo held your face in place, the new angle over you allowing him to thrust in your mouth, the weight of gravity making his cock heavier than usual. Balls slapping against your chin, you felt it bulge in your throat, wrapping your fingers around yourself to feel it slip in and out of you. He pulled out slowly, a slurry of coughs and moans filling the air as you felt yourself cum onto Yuta’s face, his fingers rubbing the inside of your knees to ground you. You babbled incoherently, not knowing whether you wanted Yuta to stop, for Jungwoo to leave. The tip of Jungwoo’s cock on your lips brought to back to Earth. “Give me a kiss.” You kissed him diligently. “Y-yes sir, love this c-cock so much…” He came all over your ruined face to finish the job, just as you felt Yuta press himself inside you, sensitive clit screaming from the stretch.

Doyoung & Jaehyun~ “Stop, s-stop…” Jaehyun halted his fingers as you shuffled your bare body on his satin pants, pressing your legs together to centre yourself in the midst of your post-orgasmic haze. “Already came.” Jaehyun leant his head over your shoulder, bringing your naked body closer to his. “I know, sweetie. Wanna see you make another mess…” He brought his hands closer to your core, watching and waiting for you to protest. You didn’t. You were watching Doyoung, watching the way his shirt hung off him desperately, inches of his body peeking out from under the fabric. “Like what you see?” You moaned unexpectedly when Jaehyun dug his fingers inside you, running his fingers across your spongy walls. “A-ah…” Your mouth hung open, the pleasure more intense than before. Doyoung walked across to tilt your chin upwards, wrapping his fingers around your jaw while his thumb ran across your swollen bottom lip. “What was that you said about your ex? How he made you finish so hard you had to throw away your sheets?” The implications of his words somehow made that knot in your stomach tighten, every stroke of Jaehyun’s fingers now bringing you to the edge of euphoria. “Answer me.” He squeezed your cheeks as you made guttural noises, your orgasm hitting you at once. Jaehyun sped up his fingers, not caring when he felt your insides grip him like a vice, as it begging him to slow down. The slap of his palm against your clit was brutal, and Doyoung pressed his open palm against your mouth. “If you’re not gonna answer me, then you don’t deserve to speak, whore.” Tears sprung to your eyes as you grabbed at Doyoung’s wrist, pleading. He watched you carefully. “Nod if you remember the signal that replaces the safeword.” You nodded eagerly, and he stepped closer to you, his other hand now pushing the back of your head into his palm, holding your head in place.

“Finish me off. Hurry up.” You grabbed at his pants, the silky fabric slipping away as you wrapped your hands around his length. He groaned, bringing your head to his stomach as he let go of your mouth, letting you breathe into his stomach. “Good girl. Stay quiet now.” You whimpered, losing count of the times you had already came. Jaehyun pulled his fingers out, pressing onto your clit now. You lifted your head off Doyoung. “Nghh, wait, not there…” Doyoung smacked your head in warning, making tears spring to your eyes. “This is why you haven’t squirted yet. We’re too nice to you. Always listening to you, treating you like a princess. When all you are is a dirty whore.” His words made the tears run down your face, but you were turned on more than ever. Jaehyun sucked at your neck aggressively, his voice deep and sonorous. “We’re not finished until you’ve squirted hard enough to ruin these pants. Then once again around my cock. And then around his.” You wailed, feeling your orgasm approach you in towering phases. “Ah, ah, feels w-weird, fuck, wait, I think I’m gon-“ You were cut off by Doyoung’s fingers, pressing inside you while Jaehyun drew circles on your clit. “Don’t fucking stop jerking me off. Don’t care if you’re cumming.” You threw your head back, quickening each flick of your wrist as you felt yourself reach your high, each cry more intense than the last. Legs shaking, you felt the wetness come out of you in quick bursts, fingers spreading it all over the three of you, through clothes and onto skin.  

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(PART 2) The way to a man's heart...

Part 1

Simon "Ghost" Riley x SAHW!Reader Fluff

(Note: Sorry this took so long, I have been busy with 20-year-old girl stuff)

My inbox is still open for requests! Don't be shy, y'all!

Not proofread

The note had a scrawled "Thank You" written on the outside. When you opened the note, it read, "Thanks for the cookies. They were good. -S (xxx) xxx-xxx" Your heart dropped in both disappointment and excitement. You got his phone number! Wait, why would he only give you an initial? The disappointment stemmed from not getting his full name, but your excitement overrode that feeling as you dizzily unlocked your door and went into your house. S...what a sexy letter. It took you two days and a dozen cinnamon rolls left at his door for you to work up the courage to text the number he gave you. Your hands were sweaty and making the screen of your cellphone gross when you finally sent the text, "Hi, it's y/n, from across the street. I hope you got the cinnamon rolls I left :)." You threw yourself back into the mass of pillows on your bed and clutched your phone to your chest, heart pounding. You weren't sure how much time had past until you heard the familiar text notification sound. You practically jumped out of your skin and went to read the text. "Hello. Yes, I got the cinnamon rolls. They were good, thank you." While you may have gotten a text back, you weren't as pleased as you'd thought you'd be. Why does he text like someone's dry ass dad? You were less nervous as you sent out another text. "You're welcome. If you're ever craving something, feel free to let me know. Also, what's your name? You only left your initial in your note." His reply was, "Will do. I can't tell you my name." Your conversation went back and forth until you learned that his name was "classified" for some reason and to not leave any food for him for the next 2 months as he would be on a work trip. The news about his work saddened you, as it meant you couldn't try to sneak a glance at him if you ever saw him. Over the course of the two months, however, you were surprised to see you were still messaging regularly. You didn't know, but this was huge for Simon. He was finally letting someone in after what went down with his family. Simon knew there was a risk with letting you into his life, even if it was harmless messaging, but he was tired of the lonely days and nights filled with empty sheets and an empty feeling in his chest. He didn't know why, but it seemed like the more he got to know you, the hole in his heart and life seemed to be more and more you shaped. You were incredibly anxious the day after he came home from work. You still didn't know what he worked as and he warned you that he would have to keep his mask on, other than to eat, of course. A 3-course meal was ready for the both of you. Like your usual self, you leaned into your cooking and baking skills and invited him over for dinner as your way to get to know him better, in real life. There was a heavy knock at the door and you scrambled to open it. The smell of cologne and aftershave filled your lungs and the sight of a masked man wearing black pants, black dress shoes, and a black button-up shirt filled your eyes. "Hello." God, his voice was a dream. "Hello," you squeaked out, "Please, come in." He walked past you and into the space between your dining room and living room. You quietly shut the door and admired how much taller than you he was. Your face felt hot and you bit your lip to try and center yourself. "Please, sit down," you practically whispered. "Um, I wasn't sure if you drink wine, so I have a sparkling cider that will go well with the fish I prepared," you said as you grabbed two chilled bottles from the refrigerator. "Thank you," he said, his body barely fitting in the seat at your table. You wondered how a man could be so handsome while wearing a mask. Maybe it was how intently his eyes stayed on you, focused, present. Or maybe it was how you noticed those eyes seemed to be crinkling at the corners. Was he smiling? Unbeknownst to both you and Simon, he was smiling. A small, sweet smile that had his cheeks blushing.

To be continued...

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I have another request!! So I stumbled across these photos a few weeks ago..

And needless to say, it’s made me a little feral to put it simply. For the request, I was thinking that him and reader are at an after party for his friends wedding, which is actually what’s going on in the photo, and he’s showing off the gun and whatnot and reader finds it reallyyy attractive. Things take a turn and well….yeah. Also, I would love if there was spice. Like.. a LOT 🌚. Like borderline depravity…

Anyways, thank you! I absolutely love your writing and I know this will be amazing💗

A/N: Thanks so much for this request! Sidenote: I am going to write the other one but this is much more immediately in my wheelhouse so I'm starting here.

I am not ashamed to say that this man gave me a gun kink, so any excuse to write something filthy with firearms. Thanks to @polksaladava for helping me come up with exactly which filthy thing, and also thanks to my partner for finding out what kind of gun this is and being my gun guru generally lol.

Big man with a gun

Pairing: Hot sexy 1970 Elvis x reader

Word count: 2K

TWs: Gun kink. Also Elvis waving the gun about indoors like a madman, little hint of him being dominant, reader calls him daddy, praise kink, dry humping, smut. Usual stuff.

***

“What d’ya think of the Drilling?” Elvis is holding the gun up, seemingly aiming at the ceiling. 

“Careful, E,” Sonny warns, concerned about the plasterwork. “Y’don’t wanna blow another hole in the ceiling.”

Elvis chuckles, racking the gun and looking through the sight at one of the fancy decorations where the wall meets the ceiling. 

“E!” Sonny exclaims, instinctively tucking Judy behind him. 

Elvis just keeps chuckling, saying something about improving the wedding decorations and aiming at a balloon now instead. Sonny tries telling him again but he just responds that it’s his house and if he wants to blow holes in it he will. Your heart is racing. There have been stories about him firing guns indoors to get people’s attention, but you always thought they were just that, stories. And anyway, when the guys had regaled you with them, they’d always said it was a gun Elvis got out of his boot, or a holster. There’s no way this gun could fit under his arm or in his shoe. You don’t know a lot about guns, but you think it must be able to do more damage than something small enough to fit in his boot. You try to swallow. Your throat has gone a little dry. 

“C’mon, E,” Sonny tries for the millionth time as people actively start trying to find places to hide in case he really does start shooting. 

There’s a moment of complete silence, and then Elvis lets out a full-on belly laugh, dropping the gun from his shoulder and making it safe. 

“Y’didn’t think I’d really start shootin’, did ya? Not at yer wedding reception.”

Sonny isn’t sure what he thought, not really, but he slaps Elvis on the back, telling him of course he knew he was joking. The other man grins, enjoying the effect of waving the firearm around, and then turns towards you, holding it in both hands like it’s a display piece. 

“Whaddya think, baby?” He asks. 

You’re the designated photographer for the reception, for some reason, so you grin and snap a few pictures. 

“It’s um… nice?” You try. You’re not exactly sure how you should describe it. Cool? Dangerous? Well-made?

“Think it’s a little more ‘an nice, baby,” he tells you, obviously a little disappointed by your response. “It’s a shotgun an’ a rifle in one. See?” He comes closer and flicks a finger over the triggers. “Two triggers. One for this bit,” his hand glides over the top two barrels, “and one for this,” sliding his palm against the underneath of the rifle part. 

You look down, suddenly fascinated by the way he’s caressing the gun and the way his rings glitter as his hands move. 

“What’s this bit?” You ask, gingerly poking a black sort of tube on the top of the shotgun part. 

“Telescopic sight. Lets ya see what yer shootin’ at.”

You nod silently, feeling your heart start to race again. “W-what’s it for?” 

“Shootin’, baby,” he replies, letting out another roaring laugh that makes everyone else in the room turn around for a moment. 

You blush and look down. “I know that,” you whisper, embarrassed. “But why’s it got so many… barrels?”

“Good fer huntin’,” he replies, gently manoeuvring you to the couch so the two of you can sit down. “Shootin’ rabbits an’ deer with the same gun.”

You try not to let your face fall at the idea of shooting cute little animals, but you’re not sure you succeed. “Oh I see,” you mumble. 

He lets out another short laugh and then the next thing you know one end of the gun is in your lap. 

“Pretty, ain’t she?” He continues, his fingers running over the decorative metalwork at the end of the stock. 

His shoulder is pressed up against you and you can feel the heat radiating off him as he takes your hand and rubs your fingers where his have just been. 

“Feel the craftsmanship on this.” He continues to guide your hand over the contours of the gun, down the hard smooth stock and then along the barrels as they lay on his lap. 

You realise you can hear your own breathing and you quickly close your mouth. Apparently it had just opened of its own accord midway through this guided tour of the gun. You have to get yourself under control. Looking quickly around the room, you try to see if anyone has noticed… what exactly? Elvis talking to you about a firearm? Making you touch it like it’s… well. Something other than an inanimate object. Your head is spinning and it takes you a while to realise you’ve just been absent-mindedly running your fingers back and forth over the smooth wood of the stock without any help from him whatsoever. You look up to see him grinning back at you. 

“Ya like her, baby?” He asks.

“Y-yeah. Good… craftsmanship,” you squeak out, face bright red. 

He lets out a low chuckle and then puts his lips to your ear. “Ya wanna take her to bed?”

Your eyes go wide and you make a sort of strange noise somewhere in your throat. Do you want to what now? You feel his breath on your ear, as he questions you again, “hm?” his arm snaking around your waist and pulling you against him. Your brain still isn’t really functioning but the warmth that’s spreading between your legs is suggesting you want to do what he’s asking. You finally manage a little whining noise and he pulls back to look at your face. 

“That a yes?”

Biting your lip as you find yourself nodding, you finally let out a strangled “yes”, making him smile. 

“Alright then. Haveta wait until this is over, mind.”

***

The next few hours are torture. It’s Sonny’s wedding reception after all, so it’s not as if Elvis can throw everyone out of his house on a whim. So you suffer through more speeches and more cake and more tedious conversations. Every so often Elvis comes over and whispers something naughty in your ear and touches you in a way that makes you ache, and more than once you find yourself standing next to the cabinet he’s put the gun on top of, stroking it. You feel like you’re going to go insane, the slickness between your legs is getting so bad you’re worried it’s going to leak through your panties onto your dress, so towards the end you even stop sitting down, just in case. You think about running off to the bathroom to solve your little problem but the combination of fear of what Elvis would do to you if he found out and excitement of what might happen later with the gun stops you. By the time the last guest leaves you actually feel a little dizzy. 

“Can we go now?” You ask, pressing yourself up against him. 

Chuckling again, he wraps an arm around you. “Eager lil thing, ain’tcha?”

You whine. You’re pretty sure this can’t be classed as being eager. You’ve been waiting for hours. “Please?”

“Well since ya begged…” he gives you a quick kiss and then lets you go, striding over to the gun and picking it up before moving to the stairs. “C’mon, baby.” He holds out his hand and you take it, trotting after him as he takes the stairs two at a time. 

Even though you watch him removing the cartridges from the gun and he makes a point of showing you that it’s completely empty and safe, it still looks dangerous in the middle of the bed. Hard and unyielding, dark in colour and purpose, in the middle of a warm soft place for sleeping and lovemaking. You swallow hard and squeeze your thighs together. You must be dripping by now. 

Sitting on the edge of the bed, he runs his fingers down your cheek. “Why don’tcha straddle her, baby?”

Even though you’re pretty far gone at this point, his words still shock you and all you can do is whine again. He smiles gently, leaning in to kiss you as his hand moves to your jaw. 

“Feel how smooth she is,” he continues, pulling away from the kiss, his hand encouraging yours onto the stock again. “Bet that’d feel good, honey.”

His other hand sneaks between your legs, giving a low whistle as he feels just how sodden your panties are. He starts to rub you there and you let out a moan, finally getting some contact on your aching pussy. 

“C’mon honey. I know ya wanta.”

He rubs you a little more and then removes his hand, leaving you panting and desperate and then you’re in the middle of the bed, one leg on either side of the stock, sitting down on the gun and trying to rub yourself against it. 

“Mmmmm. It doesn’t… I need…” you start to mumble, almost incoherently. The gun sinks down into the bed as soon as you put any pressure on it and you can’t get yourself off. Luckily Elvis figures it out quickly and helps you put a pillow underneath it, holding you carefully so you don’t lose your balance. 

Groaning, you start to move your hips back and forth, rubbing your clothed pussy against the smooth wood. Your eyes roll back in your head as the friction builds, one hand gripping the pillow as you explore your body with the other. You’re so lost in pleasure you don’t notice Elvis starting to touch himself, so turned on watching you like this that he can’t help himself. 

“Good girl,” he breathes, hand sliding up and down his dick. 

You can only whimper in response, grinding against the stock, smearing your arousal all over it as your panties slip to the side and there’s no barrier left between you and the gun. Somewhere in the back of your mind you can’t believe you’re doing this, can’t quite understand how you ended up in this position, you don’t even like guns… 

“Is my good girl gonna cum f’me?” His voice cuts through your thoughts and you realise that yes, you are going to, and really soon. 

“Yes, Daddy,” you pant. 

“Mmmm,” is all he can manage in response, still lost in watching you so out of control. 

Both of your hands pull at the pillow, forcing it to stay where you want it as you teeter on the edge of your orgasm, a buzz of incredible pleasure surrounding you before the bubble bursts and you’re there, screaming out his name. 

You hear him grunt and open your eyes just in time to see him cum all over himself, still staring at you and the gun, mouth hanging open loosely. He looks so beautiful like that, wanton with his lips red and his eyes wild. You can’t believe you turned him on so much. 

His eyes shift to meet yours and you both look at one another for a moment and then you start to giggle. And he starts to giggle. And then you’re both belly laughing as you crawl towards him and into his arms. Right now it seems absolutely absurd how desperate you were to rub yourself all over this goddamn gun and how desperate he was to watch you. He presses his nose against your cheek, body still shaking from laughter. 

“D-didn’t know ya l-liked guns s’much, honey.” His voice wobbles with the effort of trying to stay serious.

“I don’t!” You giggle back, turning your head and kissing him on the mouth. 

He kisses you back and you can feel him smiling against your lips. Your giggles gradually subside as you burrow into the crook of his neck, breathing in his scent. Contentment washes over you. 

“Why’d ya do it then?” He mumbles in your ear. 

“You wanted me to,” you reply, moving so that you can look up at him through your lashes. “And you looked pretty damn sexy with that gun.”

“Honey! Ya kiss yer mama with that mouth?!” He teases.

“Yeah but right now I’d much rather kiss you,” you reply, tugging his head down so his lips meet yours again. 

Losing yourself again in the smell of him, the way he tastes, the feeling of him holding you like he never wants to let you go, you don’t think you’ve ever felt so good. 

Maybe you do like guns, after all. Or maybe you just like that one gun in particular…

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Still Feeling festive and not ready to let the Holiday Season go? Welcome to your one-stop Smutmas shop to find every one of my Smutmas 2024 stories with summaries and content warnings! This is a collaboration project with @redvexillum so please check out her masterlist! 🥰

‧͙⁺˚･༓☾ Forgive Me Father ☽༓･˚⁺‧͙ Pairing: Human Vox x FReader

CW: Smut, religious trauma, pretending to be a priest, belly bulge, loss of virginity, anointing oil used as lube (Don't do this)

Summary: Vox is owed money and the price of business is high. He's not a businessman anyone should keep waiting. So when Father Francis does just that, Vox finds a rather entertaining way to pass the time while he waits around the church.

You make the perfect thing to pass the time with. Sweet, innocent and pure- you take every one of his lies at face value, trusting the new priest taking your confession in the place of Father Francis. The cost of forgiveness and absolution for your sins is high but… the new Father wouldn't lie to you, would he?

‧͙⁺˚･༓☾ Snowball Fight ☽༓･˚⁺‧͙ Pairing: Alastor x Lucifer X FReader

CW: smut, Luci being a sad sack of shit, threesome, two dicks in one hole, oral

Summary: On a rare snow day in hell, the residents of the hotel indulge in a snowball fight that has a rather enlightening ending, revealing unlikely teammates and what you would have considered even less likely feelings. The solution to the frosty mess? Even more surprising.

‧͙⁺˚･༓☾ A Breath Of Air ☽༓･˚⁺‧͙ Pairing: Lucifer x FReader

CW: Public sex, garden sex, drunk sex, oral sex

Summary: You were at the most exclusive holiday party in all of Hell and it should have been a great time. Instead, you were in a dress you didn't feel good in and left by yourself. If you didn't have anyone to spend the party with, you'd make friends with the bartender. One thing lead to another and before you knew it, you were in the most depressed drink off with the King of Hell himself and needing to step outside for some air.

‧͙⁺˚･༓☾ Story Time ☽༓･˚⁺‧͙ Pairing: Alastor x FReader

CW: Oral sex, voice kink, dry humping, Alastor has hooves, rough sex

Summary: You and Alastor never had the same taste in books but that was alright. You prefered romance of the reather spicy kind. It was never a difference in taste that impacted your days or nights... until you walk into the shared bedroom to find Alastor sitting with your book in his hand and orders ready on his tongue.

‧͙⁺˚･༓☾ Options ☽༓･˚⁺‧͙ Pairing: Vox x FReader

CW: Smut, fem receiving oral, sex toys, undiscussed video call sharing, val is mentioned.

Summary: When Vox seems to lose interest in you and your undefined relationship, you take yourself out to the bar after a fight. An unlikely heroine saves you from a rather crude man with too much interest in you. After a few drinks and spilling your story, she takes you back to her place to show you that you had options.

‧͙⁺˚･༓☾ Caught In The Act ☽༓･˚⁺‧͙ Pairing: Lucifer x Vox x Adam x Alastor x FReader

CW: dub con, group sex, multiple orgasms, noncon recording, anal, rough oral, BDSM, restraint, DP, f receiving oral, cheating

Summary: You get caught with Adam by your other lovers, sending your carefully constructed house of cards tumbling down. While your lovers are all angry, they're have a surprising way they wish to handle the situation

‧͙⁺˚･༓☾ Break From Routine☽༓･˚⁺‧͙ (MisD AU) Pairing: MisD Human Alastor x FReader

Summary: After a few years of marriage, your husband's musical abilities never failed to make your heart warm. You wanted your husband as much now as you did the day you met him. That desire drove you to be rather forward in your attempts to earn your husband's attention, even if it broke routine.

CW: um... some time period appropriate lack of comfort with sexy fun times. And Smut- but it's smutmas, that's a given.

‧͙⁺˚･༓☾ A Gift For Himself ☽༓･˚⁺‧͙ Pairing: Lucifer x Sex Worker FReader

Summary: You had a job to do. It was a more complex job than people gave you credit for, a deeper job than seeing to the physical needs of your clients. Having been summoned to Pride Manor once again, you knew Lucifer's needs this holiday season were, like many of your clients, so much deeper than just indulging in the sin of lust but that was alright, you were prepared to be exactly what and who he needed this night.

CW: Sex worker Reader, P in V smut

‧͙⁺˚･༓☾ Under The Influence ☽༓･˚⁺‧͙ Pairing: Angel Dust x Cherri Bomb x MReader

Summary: You were far from willing to pass up a chance to party with The Angel Dust and his friend, Cherri Bomb. Music and drugs flowed freely, encouraging everyone to lower their inhibitions while celebrating the season. While you had been pretty sure you were straight as a arrow, the way Angel's body moved and the feel of his hands on your skin was as good as Cherri's… almost. Almost, right? When the two friends invite you to a private party in the sex room, you're left experiencing a whole new situation that will leave you questioning many things about yourself.

CW: MFM smut, rough oral, choking, unsafe sex, intoxication, P in V sex, confusion re: sexuality, friends with benefits

‧͙⁺˚･༓☾ Poolside ☽༓･˚⁺‧͙ Pairing: Alastor x FReader

Summary: You're beyond floored when Alastor asked you to allow him the honor of courting you. You were far from sure as to what that entailed however, with a powerful overlord asking for your time and another lurking in the distance, her thumbs up and smile wide- your back was against a wall. Though you had no idea what to expect from courtship with Alastor, what came with your first outing left you eager to come back for more.

CW: Semi public sex, pool sex, sex on the first date, multiple orgasms, female receiving oral, p in v sex

‧͙⁺˚･༓☾ Wrong Plug ☽༓･˚⁺‧͙ Pairing: Adam x FReader

Summary: You had a simple request for Adam- All you wanted for Christmas was a new charger plug for your tablet. It was a small, simple request, something well within his powers even with the household's limited financial budget. When he fails to even get that right, you have a gift of your own to fill his Christmas stocking... (Guest starring Vexi's BLT sandwich)

CW: Dub con, strap on, unprepped anal sex, vibrator, dildo, angry spouse, hand jobs, Anal as punishment

‧͙⁺˚･༓☾ Annual Physical ☽༓･˚⁺‧͙ Pairing: Human Vox x Nurse FReader

Summary: You couldn't stand one patient that always showed up for his annual Physical right on time every year. He was arrogant, cocky and well aware of how handsome he was. Luckily for you, the feeling wasn't mutual.

CW: Smut, dubcon due to nurse x patient power dynamics, unprotected sex, semi public closet sex

‧͙⁺˚･༓☾ In The Rafters ☽༓･˚⁺‧͙ (Pre MisD) Pairing: Young MisD Human Alastor x FReader

Summary: New to town, a handsome young man caught your eyes. After working up the bravery to introduce yourself to him, you find yourself in a rather precarious position as he gives you a reason to keep his secrets.

CW: It's smutmas, there's smut. P in V smut, semi public smut, questionable consent due to naivety of the reader, virgin reader, church sex

‧͙⁺˚･༓☾ A Christmas Show ☽༓･˚⁺‧͙ Pairing: Vox x FReader

Summary: You believed in treating yourself and what better time to treat yourself than the holiday season? Unfortunately, thanks to your packed schedule you didn't have a lot of time to do that. And when you do, you don't pay enough attention to which card you use to pay.

Vox is in for a rather exciting surprise in the company charge history

CW: Unconsentual voyogerism, sexy toys, anal plug

[cushfuddled]

what are your thoughts on the "Arcane Viktor was meant to be ace" that has been said in an interview? Like yes - word of god feel free to ignore - but they said they tried to write him that way. Do you think they succeeded?

Hiya! Thanks for the ask! :D

I was honestly shocked to hear Linke "always" meant to depict Viktor as asexual. It strikes me as a deeply disingenuous comment, not least of all because I want to believe someone who "always thought of Viktor as asexual" and was driven by a desire to make ace people happy would...I dunno...display a slightly better grasp of what "asexuality" even means.

LINKE: I know there are some people who ask this. There is a love. I don't think it's romantic…I remember many, many years ago also thinking about this when we started developing these characters. To me, I can say something here now that would be good for you and bad for me because it will be a wildfire. To me, Viktor was always asexual, and that was always something we talked about from the very beginning. So, a romantic relationship between Jayce and Viktor was just never part of it. There is a love, absolutely, but we also found it a bit... Love and relationships are so complex and take so many different forms. Viktor loves in a different way, and that's okay, no? ...It's something that when we talk to our LGBTQ group within Riot, I remember asking the group many, many years ago, like, "What is something that you never see depicted very well?" And someone said asexuality. They say it's often depicted as, like, emotionless when it's not true at all. It's just that your feelings don't mix with physical. So, to me, that was always part of Viktor. [x]

I didn't feel seen at all by this kind of retroactive ace rep, but I did feel truly, deeply moved by the fandom's response.

Because I know this song and dance. A showrunner or someone with similar "creative authority" describes a character as ace or aro, and the fancops take out their soap boxes and declare,

"All right, everybody! You heard the man! No more sexy fanfic and fan art! This ace/aro character is officially off limits!"

And then aro and ace people like me, who ENJOY smutty fanfic and fan art and want to see our favorite Barbie dolls kiss, are viciously harassed for our hubris. For at least a year I watched my favorite TMA fan artist get dogpiled to hell for daring to draw NSFW art ofJonathan Sims. And yes, this artist was also ace! To fancops, the opinions of aces and aros who like to consume or create smut don't count. We're all "degen" traitors who deserve to be bullied out of fan spaces for the sake of The Good Ones.

So anyway! ᕕ( ᐛ )ᕗ

Christian Linke came out of the hole in my wall and told me Viktor and Jayce aren't gay.

“Was there ever a ship?” LINKE: “It’s strange that people say that’s the only close relationship that two men could have is to be a couple, you know? There’s really close friendships and like, brotherhoods if you will…like, really being there for each other. Um. [That] is something that was…really important for us to explore. So…it seems like there’s no other version, you know? For some fans, they say like, ‘Hey, there must be romance,’ and we’re like…these relationships can be really layered and really complex, you know? I think there is some kind of…there is a love between them. I just don’t think it’s romantic, you know?” [x]

(If I have to hear one more creator clap back at a hopeful "could they be gay?" with a bizarrely defensive spiel about the transcendent magic of platonic bonds and how men aren't allowed to foster close platonic relationships I'm gonna hemorrhage something, but that rant already lives over here so whatever)

First of all...

:3c

...For someone so committed to propping up the ace and aro community with canon rep, this November 28 2024 version of Christian Linke sure doesn't mention asexuality or aromanticism at all. The genergous ellipses from the excerpt above aren't a creative embellishment on my part. Those pauses are very much apparent on the Twitch stream. Linke appears to really dig for the right words here, yet the terms "asexual" or "aromantic" evade capture. But sure, asexuality was "always" a part of Viktor for Linke.

Maybe Linke didn't want to draw fire from fans with a "Dumbledore is gay" moment, so he left any definitive terminology off the table. In any case, I watched the Jayvik community respond to Linke's Twitch stream like so:

This was, to put it mildly, fucking hysterical. I've never seen a community so decisively "...anyway" a showrunner over queer rep before.

This is horribly unfair for me to assume, given I know next to nothing about Linke and his capacity for petty vengeance. His timing could be totally coincidental, his efforts completely genuine. But the fact that Linke dropped this ace Viktor bomb less than two weeks after his Twitch stream smells like a tantrum to me. In my least charitable vision, I see a man who declared Jayvik platonic by order of Authorial Intent, watched his fandom go, "That's nice grandpa. So about that Hextech sex toy fic—", and was so offended by shippers' casual disregard as to "strike back" with something they couldn't possibly ignore. Thus the "Viktor was ace the whole time" card, when

The word you're looking for is "aromantic," Linke. That's the one to do with romantic attraction.

I know it can be difficult to canonize asexuality and aromanticism. If someone tried to kiss Viktor and Viktor pulled back like, "I don't feel things that way"...would that reaction be enough to make Viktor canonically aro? Perhaps Viktor would need to clarify: "I don't feel things that way." "Which way?" "The...romantic way.” “I don't understand." "You are my partner, Jayce. I love you. I want to be with you. But I will never want to kiss you." I’m tempted to champion that second option, but I can see the argument for less stringent criteria. Ambiguity is...organic, I guess. Too much clarification can read as disingenuous and preachy, like one of those after school specials. Still: I've spent too many years dancing for table scraps to ascribe sanctity to headcanons.

At the end of the day I just don't buy Viktor as ace/aro per Linke and Lee's creative vision. Sky felt like such a classic case of "straight key jangling" to me—i.e. a one-dimensional female character who exists to reinforce a male character's straightness. (My favorite example of this phenomenon = the time Cas Supernatural became mortal ((and thus capable of sexual attraction)), met a woman, slept with her, then killed her within the span of a single episode. Why showrunners seem to believe a female love interest invalidates queer readings, I cannot begin to guess). Even as Viktor pulled his hands away from Sky's—even as Sky told him, “No you won't"—I couldn't help but feel like Linke and Lee had a bullhorn to my ear the whole show: "Oh no, these poor lost ships in the night! How tragic, that Sky was so ready to love Viktor with all his faults and cracks, and Viktor could've found love and purpose outside his work had he only stopped long enough to notice! How tragic, that Viktor only came to understand the nature of Sky's feelings for him after his work had stolen her away! How tragic, that the thing Viktor so desperately craved was right there the whole time, from the moment he launched that toy boat to the night he activated the Hexcore!" It felt like Sky was meant to represent potential, a la the limitless expanse of the heavens. In such a complex cast, Sky stands out like a sore (cardboard) thumb. When Viktor lost Sky to his ambition, she was forever frozen as a "what could have been," reduced to a symbol of roads untraveled. With all those Vibes in the air, I'm like...uh...Linke? Tell me again about how you wanted me to read Viktor as aro this whole time???

I'm sure some ace and aro folks were bolstered by this situation, and lord knows I don't want to yuck on anybody's yums. But for me personally, Linke's comments were like a punch to the throat. It felt like Linke wanted to use me as a police baton to beat back the hordes of evil shippers. What meant the world to me was, once again, the fandom's response. NO ONE TOOK THE BAIT. At least here on Tumblr, all I saw were ace, aro, and allo fans A. clarifying ace and aro terminology, and B. creating smut out of spite.

I cannot stress how fucking INSANE this was to witness as someone who's dealt with a lot of shame re: my aegosexuality. I've never felt so seen and supported as an ace person by a fandom community. Every Jayvik fic with a "this one's for you, Linke"-esque note adds another five years onto my life. I seriously love you all. Please keep being your glorious selves.

[hoodzgyal]

Jason Todd likes being slapped around. That’s it. That’s the post. Yeah, sure, he loves fucking you lovingly, hands almost bruising the dark brown of your waist, whispering sweet nothings into your ear, while pounding into you relentlessly. He loves the juxtaposition of it all, definitely.

But he fucking loves these moments. When you’re bitching about some random slut hitting on him, while raising the fat of your ass up and down his thick dick, moaning while cursing her for being a bitch and him for not directly dismissing her. His voice cracks while moaning out at the sensation of your pussy, and when he opens his mouth to defend himself, you slap him, across his beautiful jaw. You didn’t think anything of it in the moment, you were just so fucking pissed. But when he fucking groans, head falling back in pleasure, and his dick twitches inside your tight hole, you laugh, tauntingly at the spectacular sight of your big, bad boyfriend being silenced by the simple slap of your manicured hand.

‘Oh, Jason, you fucking whore,’ you smirk, rolling your hips sinfully on his crotch, moaning at the precise friction on your clit.

‘You like this, being slapped around, baby?’ You strike him again, his cheek becoming red at the harsh impact on his skin. This time he moans, high pitched and so slutty you’re suprised at his desperation. Jason, who is the most dominant man you know, the most brooding, possessive man

‘Baby, please.’ He pleads, but he doesn’t know what he’s really begging for, really. You look so fucking good, it’s driving him insane. Your tits are in his face, brown areoles hard from the chill air of your apartment and your makeup is smeared in a way with its so sexy it’s sinful, he’s begging for you to touch him more, because he thinks if you don’t touch him again he will go batshit insane.

‘What, babe?’ You pause your previous movements of impaling yourself on his dick, and he lets out a noise that literally can only be described as a wail, just at you halting your devilish motions on his cock. Smiling like a fucking vixen, hands wrapping around his neck seductively. ‘What’s wrong?’

‘Fuck, please, let me cum. I’m sorry, I won’t do it again,’ He whimpers, frantically, hands trying to guide your ass to ride him again, desperately trying to recreate the sensational feeling of moving in and out of your sweet pussy.

You slap his hands away from you, scoffing.

‘Not happening, Todd. I’m gonna teach you a fucking lesson.’

(Is it bad he almost came from just hearing that?)

- 🧛🏽‍♀️

IM GENUINELY SO SPEECHLESS IWBSISNEJE YUMMIEE UM UM UM UM PAINSLUT JASON ?????

he’s begging and pleading and pouting with that sweet face of his, reddened by the force of your palm. he’s teary eyed and is literally so close to cumming it’s so unfair i need him i need him i need HIM FUCKK.

[mothwingwritings]

From The Heart

F!Reader X Taiju Shiba

HAPPY LATE VALENTINE’S EVERYONE!!! I meant to post this the day of but you know how it is. This one goes out to all my Taiju girlies, sorry I have been lacking on content for him. Please accept this as a token of my love to you and a sign that I miss him dearly.

This isn’t technically linked to There’s Just No One Like You, but I did write it in the same vein, so it can be considered a little bonus chapter of sorts. He’s not as much of a butthead in this-I wanted to mess around with a sweeter, more bashful Taiju. :3

Enjoy and as always, thank you thank you thank you!!!

WARNINGS: possessive behavior, Taiju makes you cry exactly one tear, some miscommunication but not a lot because I hate it and it’s my least favorite trope, Koko flirting with you even though he knows you are a spoken for woman, mentions of sexy stuff but nothing overly saucy, heavy petting.

“Happy Valentine’s day Taiju!”

Excitement laced your voice as you approached the man in question, a huge smile on your face as you brandished his present, eager to see his response.

However, the initial giddiness you felt was quick to dissipate when you noticed the resentful expression that had settled on his face. Taiju eyed the gift box that lay in your outstretched hands as if it were full of insects, the home made chocolates you had spent all morning slaving over met with a look of revulsion. His piercing gaze drilled holes through the cutely wrapped box of treats you enthusiastically presented to him, his animosity palpable the longer he stared.

A thin layer of sweat began to coat the back of your neck as he continued to turn his nose at the box, his unamused scowl unflinching as he gawked at the gift in complete silence. You swallowed, shifting your feet where you stood. A blush crept to your cheeks as the seconds crawled by, his lack of verbal response making the atmosphere oppressively awkward.

“… Chocolate?”

The word sounded as disgusted as his expression looked, and you flinched when his sharp eyes directed themselves your way.

“Y-yeah,” you stuttered, tightening your grip on the box, “I made them for you this morning. I was going to make them last night but I ran out of time…” You looked down at the misshapen lumps in the box, suddenly feeling very self-conscious.  “Um, I know they aren’t the prettiest, I kind of rushed to make sure they would be done in time… They still taste pretty good though.”

It was true that the presentation was a bit lackluster, the simple red box that housed the chocolate was just something you had lying around and you didn’t have any molds or fun sprinkles to turn the candies into cute shapes or otherwise decorate them. The time constraint didn’t give much oppurtinty to focus on the aesthetics of your gift, so to make up for that you made sure the taste would be incredible. You typically weren’t one to brag, but when they cooled enough to taste you were impressed by your hard work, truly proud of them despite how wonky they appeared.

But looking at Taiju’s sneering face scrutinizing your creation made any feeling of accomplishment wither away and die. A nervous pit expanded in your stomach, dread overtaking the joy you felt in gifting them to Taiju. Maybe he didn’t like chocolate? You knew he wasn’t super huge on sweets, but you figured gifting him something traditional, something made from the heart, would at least garner a smile or a thank you.

You felt like an imbecile as he snatched the box from your hand, huffing as he turned on his heel.

“I’ll see you tonight,” he called over his shoulder, “wait for me.”

A deep frown settled on your lips, your eyes following him as the distance between you grew. Eventually he was entirely gone, his exit causing a single tear to slide down your cheek. You were quick to wipe it away, sniffling as you attempted to compose yourself.

You’d just have to try harder next year.

~

“There she is!”

The unmistakable voice of Kokonoi rang out behind you, causing you to sigh in annoyance. The day was half over and you considered yourself lucky to not have been bothered by him up until now. You had hoped your luck would continue through the whole day, saving you from his smart comments or weird insinuations. But that seemed to be too much to wish for on a day you were already struggling to get through, so here he was to add another trial to your trying holiday.

And you were just starting to feel better, too.

You turned around to greet him, but shot him a puzzled look as soon as you locked eyes with him. He stood before you, hands cupped in front of him as they reached out towards you, posed like he was looking for some kind of handout.

“Well?”

His question only confused you further, your brows furrowing as you cocked your head to the side. He sighed in frustration at the gesture, slumping his shoulders in mock dramatics. Your ignorance had apparently deeply wounded him.

“And here I thought you had made enough chocolate for all of us,” he shrugged, shooting you a teasing look, “Guess I was mistaken.”

“Chocolate…,” Confusion still permeated your features as you spoke to Koko, “What are you talking about?”

It was his turn to look puzzled, “Yeah, your home made ones? The ones you gave to Taiju?”

Noting the look of realization dawning on your face, Koko continued.

“The boss hasn’t shut up about them all day. The way he’s been going on and on about them made it sound like you had toiled over them for days, becoming a veritable chocolate factory.”

A deep blush settled over your cheeks, “He… Wait… What?” You struggled to find the right words, thrown by the fact that Taiju had not only acknowledged the gift you thought he had hated, but was gloating to others about it.

Koko frowned, “Why are you looking at me like that, did you not make him chocolate? I doubt he would accept them from some other chick, and it seems like a lame thing to lie about.”

“No I made them it’s just,” you shook your head, trying to pull yourself back from the shock, “Is he really bragging about them? When I gave them to him he seemed less than thrilled.”

Koko gave a sharp laugh, “Maybe he was just trying to play it cool in front of you or something because trust me, he’s been borderline obnoxious with how much he’s been enjoying them,” Koko took a step towards you, leaning down so that he could look into your eyes, “Made me a little jealous, ya know? I was hoping maybe you had some left over for your old friend Koko~?”

Your face settled into an irritated expression, garnering another large sigh from the raven haired boy. “I guess not. Though it makes me sad, it’s probably for the best. Boss looked like he was damn near ready to kill one of the other guys when they jokingly asked for a taste.  If I got my own directly from the source he’d probably kill me.”

He lowered himself even closer, causing you to take a step backwards to create some distance. A blush flitted across your cheeks at the proximity you shared, nervous that someone may walk by and misconstrue the scenario they saw before them.

“Though maybe someday I’ll get lucky,” his voice was low as he spoke, his eye contact unwavering as he held your uneasy gaze. He raised his hand to his mouth, placing his index finger across his lips, “if you ever feel like making me a batch in secret, I promise not to tell Taiju. I’d never turn down goodies from you, even if you were just using me as a taste tester for some other man.”

Koko gave you a knowing smirk, causing you to blush harder.

“Stop joking around,” you frowned, pushing past him to continue on your way, “I’m sure you’re not hurting for chocolate from girls today, Koko. Go bother one of them if you want something.”

He laughed once more, this time sounding slightly less jovial than previous.

“Guess you’re right. But still, offer stands if you ever need a sampler.”

~

You felt Taiju’s arm around you before you even sensed him.

Your body lurched, startled by his sudden appearance. Having been so engrossed in the show you were watching you didn’t hear him come through the door, nor did you notice him sneak up behind you.

“Did I scare you,” he smiled down at you, pressing a firm kiss to your head, “You need to pay better attention to your surroundings, what if I was some burglar come to haul you away?”

You gave him a wry smile, relishing the feeling of his closeness, “I wouldn’t be too worried for myself, but I would feel bad for the burglar. Once my boyfriend catches wind of my kidnapping, I don’t think it would end very well for the man trying to cart me away.”

You felt his chest rumble as he laughed. “True enough, but I wouldn’t be too happy with you either, letting some other man touch you so easily.” Goosebumps littered your arms as he placed a lingering kiss on your neck, “I’ll let it slide this time, but if you let me catch you like this again I’m going to have to punish you.”

Before you could comment further, Taiju lifted his left hand before you, revealing the vibrant bouquet he had been concealing. Your eyes widened at the colorful array of delicate pink roses and round white peonies beautifully clumped together, delicate baby’s breath placed along the edges as a lovely finishing touch. The flowers smelled as amazing as they looked and you happily accepted them, a smile illuminating your face.

“Thank you Taiju,” you exclaimed, taking a moment to bask in their beauty, “They are so pretty! I love them!”

He gave you another kiss on the head, “I’m glad you like them. I could have waited until white day, but I would have felt bad accepting such a great gift today without showing my appreciation in return.”

You turned back to him, a nonplussed look on your face. “You mean… You really did like the chocolates I made?”

It was his turn to shoot you a look, “Yeah? What man wouldn’t love their girl making them chocolates on Valentine’s Day?” You swore you saw a slight tinge to his cheeks as he lowered his head, nuzzling his nose into the crook of your neck before he spoke again, “It was cute as hell. And besides, they taste amazing.”

You placed your hand to your chest, breathing a small sigh of relief. “I’m so glad to hear that, I’ve been worrying about it all day.”

“Worrying?”

“Yeah,” you huffed, “You seemed so mad when I gave them too you! You had this look on your face like you were grossed out the moment you laid eyes on them.”

“Idiot,” he mumbled against your skin, “You completely misunderstood. I was pissed off because you spent the whole morning away from me. I had a Black Dragons meeting for most of the day so I was worried I wouldn’t get to see you, on Valentine’s no less.”

He sighed, detaching himself from you slightly, “Then I found out you were doing some adorable shit like making me homemade chocolate and I didn’t know how to react. I was still mad you weren’t by my side, but…”

You cocked an eyebrow at him, “But?”

He sighed again, scratching the back of his head in vexation. “I was also really happy. No one has ever made me chocolates before and I never really cared too much about receiving them from anyone previously. But getting them from you today, knowing that you made them with your own two hands…” His blush returned, this time much more noticeably, “I don’t know, it was exciting I guess.”

You laughed, enamored by the rare bashful expression plastered on Taiju’s face. “Good to know after all this time together I can still excite you with such a small surprise.” You nudged him gently, garnering an almost sheepish sounding grunt from him in response.

“You know you could have chocolates all the time if you wanted, all you have to do is ask.” You mused for a second, before adding “Well, only if you promise not to look at me like I am some kind of gross bug again when I hand them to you.”

He smirked, taking the flowers from your hands to place them on the table beside you. You remained fixated on him as he walked around the couch, gasping as he pushed you back against the soft cushions. Before you could question his motives, he crawled atop you, latching his mouth to yours in a searing, needy kiss.

“Getting a little ahead of yourself, aren’t you?” His voice was husky as he broke the kiss, “You should know by now if I want something I won’t ask, I’ll just take it.”

He crashed back into you, working his mouth against yours with increasing ferocity. You whined as one of his hands gripped your thigh, the other snaking its way up your shirt to fondle your chest. His tongue slid inside your mouth, moving against yours as he groped you, your body growing hot each place he connected with you.

He caught your bottom lip between his teeth, gently biting down as he pulled away, licking the taste of you from his lips when he disconnected. Staring down at you with a lust crazed look in his eye you felt your sanity begin to waver, a shiver of anticipation coursing through your body over what was to come. Noting this, Taiju smiled, baring his teeth in an animalistic grin.

“And right now, I want something much sweeter than chocolate,” he rasped, pressing himself ever closer, “I’m gonna take all of you, and I will give you all of me in return.”

He kissed you once more, this one decidedly sweeter despite the desire that hung heavy in the air.

“Happy Valentine’s sweetheart, let’s make it one neither of us will forget.”

[mortish-writes]

I gotta say I'm interested in how you are going to write the pregnancy and baby plot lines down the line as while you did say your going to take the birth givers personal perspective, I'm excited to see how far this rabbit hole goes. Most romance books I've seen (there's probably good pregnancy romance books out there but I haven't found it.) Either goes three ways.

One way: Wow lover of mine we are so in love that we must make a physical representation of our joy and love! Then boom mc is pregnant and goodbye character development because wow this baby is so cute and mc your a mom now so forget your hobbies and interests and anything that makes you interesting to read your a mom!

Two: Some time shenanigans later MC meets her future child or the children are magical toddlers or some combination of both.

Three: Mc or love interest is already a parent just widow so they already done the hardest part of feelings that come with pregnancy so MC is either heavily pregnant around the times she is ready to go to labor or already got three kids running around and male love interest is here to be the dad that step up or opposite where male love interest is sexy single father who needs a loving woman (or man because I've read gay romances) to help them care for their rebellious child making their family whole once more.

None of these options are bad but for me I hardly read the stressful and dark parts of pregnancy that are actually interesting. (I'm not a mom and don't want to have children at my own choice but I can't say I don't find stories with it interesting.) Like for example morning sickness that's not just morning sickness, or sometimes not feeling happy being pregnant, the new body changes, the stretch marks, the mood swings, the cravings and always feeling like you gotta pee, sometimes feeling helpless when before you could do things independently, etc.

Most books take away the pregnant person agency (I also read mpreg.) either for drama purposes or the fact the baby is so much more exciting so it's always sad to me because the pregnant person is more than just the baby carrier and should still have their personality and journey on their way to be more than just a mom or dad or parent.

A fourth and my personal most-hated: Oops, protagonist finds out she's accidentally pregnant and the father was a jerk to her in the last scene so she's just going to hide the pregnancy until their kid is like ten, then they're going to get back together and live happily-ever-after and guess what he's such a good dad, yay! Um, no, you all need therapy, not a second-chance romance arc.

On a serious note, pregnancy can be a really harrowing experience and a lot of people don't talk about it. I attended a weekly expectant mother's group and it was just an hour of us talking about birth defects, career anxieties, and all the ways our babies might die. I think a lot of that gets cut out of romance novels because it's just a little too real and can detract from the overall romantic vibe of the story. I intend to touch on the darker aspects, but probably not in gritty detail.

The main aspects I intend to explore in Bride of Shadows, at least in regards to pregnancy, is how the MC can learn to love a child that she didn't necessarily want and is growing in a body that isn't technically her own, as well as how her pregnancy and impending parenthood affect her partners. There will still be a lot of other stuff going on, but it will definitely color the narrative going forward once everyone finds out.

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SKETCH: LUFFY x Y/N

fox tales

(cw: luffy sees your sketches of him, including a sexy one, that he wants to try! kissing, est relationship, first time cunnilingus, fingering, gum gum tongue)

(a/n: reader is a devil fruit user, kitsune oc)

Way to his heart is food, you find out. Leaving little treats for him like you leave seeds for birds.

he’s eating an apple

Cross legged on your bed

He leans over to look at what you’re doing

“Hey!” You say, trying to shield your sketchbook from him

he snatches it out of your hands with ease

holds it upside down, papers falling out

they’re all sketches of him

Luffy plucks a fluttering page out of the air. He tilts his head as he looks at it, before his cheeks glow bright red.

“Um—,”

“Give it back!” You yelp, flustered. You know exactly what he’s looking at. “It’s not—what it looks like!” You gasp as you reach for it, but Luffy holds you back with one hand.

“What is it, then?” He asks. His ears are tinged pink.

The page is wrinkled a bit, now. But you can still see the fine graphite lines you’d detailed over it. Lavender watercolor splashes over two figures, tangled together in a bed. One has a straw hat. The other has pointed ears and fox tails. You yelp.

“It’s…it’s—,”

“Us.”

Silence.

“Y-yeah…,” you say, embarrassed. You scratch your head, nose scrunched. “I’m sorry, Luffy, I hadn’t ever planned on showing these to you—,”

“Why not?” His tone darkens, and you look up. His eyes are in shadow, black hair falling over his face in spikes. Crow feathers, you think.

“I-I didn’t want you to be embarrassed, or…ashamed. Of me.” Your hands curl tight in your lap. Your tails are tucked firmly between your legs. You brush over them roughly, trying to get the frizz to go down. You don’t want to look at him anymore.

“You want to do this with me?” He asks plainly. You nod, face hot. Your teeth sink into your bottom lip as you try not to cry. This is humiliating.

“I-I’ve never done this before,” his voice falters and you look up in surprise. He’s blushing, but his hands are steady as he points to the two figures on the page. Faint pink eraser marks glow like a halo around them. They’re holding each other. His head is between her legs.

“Oh,” you squeak. “M-me neither.”

“Well,” he grins up at you, “Wanna try?”

Your heart nearly collapses in on itself. Like a black hole. You haven't done much more with him than kiss.

Yes.

You sit up on your knees, crawling toward the edge of the bed where he stands. He's wearing red shorts, and an open soft vest. He holds the sketch paper in his strong, warm hands. You skim your fingertips over the top edge of the page. It crinkles beneath your hand.

"Yes, Luffy," you look up at him, warm. He meets your eyes with a sweet grin.

"Okay!"

He giggles, leaning forward to kiss you. His hands press into the patchy quilt beneath you, sliding his weight in between your legs.

"Lie down," he says, raspy.

You comply.

What else could you possibly do?

Luffy smiles, sketch still held in both hands as he climbs up onto the bed. He settles between your thighs.

He searches up, around the room, his tongue sticking out from the corner of his mouth. "So we can see it," he says, stretching out a rubber arm to place the watercolor sketch onto your windowsill.

The suncatchers sparkle in the afternoon light, sending sparks of rainbow facets spinning throughout the room. Your skin is dappled in amber-blue, scarlet ribbons dazzling across Luffy's squishy cheeks.

You portal up to poke one.

"Hey!" he complains, swatting your hand away. He rubs at the spot between his chin and his scar, where you poked, and you snicker.

"Sorry," you tease, kicking out a leg. He catches it, strong hand wrapping around your shin. He squeezes, and you still.

"Play nice, kitty," he says, arching an eyebrow. A tail flicks out from under you, but you don't say anything. He grins, looking back at the sketch. "Here," he says, lying down on his stomach, "S'okay?"

"Mhmm," you nod, vigorously. You scoot back down the pillows to get more comfortable. He fingers at the button of your shorts, smiling at you with crinkly eyes.

"Say please."

Your ears switch back against your head, sharp and fast. You squirm, red-hot blush forming on your cheeks. "Lu-uffy," you say, eyes sliding away from him in embarrassment. He giggles.

"Shishishi," he sucks a hickey onto the inside of your thigh. He looks up at you with dark eyes, circling his tongue around the scarlet bitemark He grins, tongue still out as he says, "Say it, kitty."

"Mm--," you moan, shutting your eyes, "Please?"

"Good kitty," he murmurs, before sliding your shorts down your legs. He brings your panties down with them, hooking his fingers into the fabric. You shiver, beneath his gaze.

Luffy is staring at you with his teeth sunk into his lower lip.

He traces his fingertips up the bare skin of your thighs, coming to rest with his head between them. You press them into either side of his face. He nuzzles into the soft hairs above your cunt.

"Smells good," he whispers, before swiping his tongue along your slit. You feel something sharp and electric bolt through you. You gasp, twitching under his grasp.

"Shit," you say, spine arching, "Do that again."

So he does.

Luffy licks at your clit, swirling his tongue over it in circles.

His eyes are closed in pleasure, a soft blush forming on his cheeks. Like peonies. He hums, vibrating against your heat and sending sparks through you.

“More, Luffy—,” you gasp, arching your hips up to meet his face. His hands wrap around your legs, spreading them open so he can lick at you fully. His eyes roll back in his head.

“Tastes—so—good,” he sings, laving his tongue against your clit over and over again. His tongue pokes into your entrance, and he inhales sharply through his nose. “Fuck.”

Slow, pulsing movements of his tongue as he starts to lick his way inside you. He pulls back for a moment, swallowing his own spit and your slick. His eyes are glinting with hunger and lust, and his chest is rising and falling in short, raspy breaths. He softly, gently pushes his tongue back in. He wriggles it around, and you scream.

“Oh!” You gasp, eyes squeezed shut as you careen forward. Your hands scrabble at his shoulders, clawing for something to hold onto as pleasure rocks through you. “There!!!”

Luffy sloppily fucks you with his tongue, with greedy laps at your clit in between long pulses inside your pussy. He presses the flat of his strong, warm tongue up against your g-spot. He swirls it around, groaning shamelessly as he ruts into the mattress.

“Luffy!” You cry again, shaking violently as something swells within you. Sketching this isn’t nearly as fun as actually doing it. “So good!!!”

“Sweetheart,” he moans, slathering your whole cunt with his soaking, stretched out tongue. He wraps the slithering tip around your clit, and pulls.

“Ahh—!” You scream again, writhing under him as he pumps two fingers inside your clenching pussy. It aches around him, fluttering and quivering as he strokes the fire burning hot in your gut. “Yes, Luffy!!! Yes, yes, yes—!” Your spine curls forward, and a racing feeling of striking iron rockets through you. “So—ngh—good!”

He crooks his fingers up inside you, still wrapping his tongue over your clit in sensitive loops. “Atta girl,” he says with his mouth open sideways, head tilted so he can fuck you diligently and urgently. He’s so sweet like this, so fucking sexy—

He says your name, slurred around his stretchy tongue, and with a gasp, you cum.

Sweet, like sugar cubes dissolving in tea.

“Ah ah, ah!” You seethe, uncontrollably twitching as you slowly come down. Luffy follows the sounds you make, slowing his pace accordingly.

He kisses the inside of your thigh, stroking your lower belly with a strong, sure hand.

“How’s that?”

“So good,” you reach down to pull him up into you, smooching wet kisses all over his face. He smells like your scent, which is weird but sexy and you like it on him. He slowly reaches up to take your hand in his, before lowering it to wrap around his still-clothed cock. It’s hard as a fucking rock.

“My turn?”

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