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twicecorner · 3 years

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NSFW Tag Game

Roleplay in the boudoir isn't strange. Some of your partners even get costumes. Of course, some of those costumes see more use than others. Now you can't help but get at least a little horny whenever you see someone dressed like that. Who was it that forever changed how you see these ones?

How it works:

Go to “Random.org”.

Click on “Lists & More” and then “Lists Randomised”.

Enter the names of 18+ people/characters.

Use the first 8 to find out who really loves these outfits.

Tagged by @nsfwporty ; idk who to tag sooo if u see this and wanna do it go for it !

A/N: i added another category so I could get all 9 Twice members in lol I hope that’s okay. I also did the same sort of thing as @sinswithpleasure with the lil scenarios jumping between real life and purely roleplaying situations :) also sorry its so long and may sound repetitive.. I haven’t done something like this before TT

Police Officer - Nayeon

“You have the right to remain silent,” Officer Im Nayeon said, as she handcuffed you to the chair. “I already told you everything I know. I don’t know where she went, she knocked me out, took my car and left.” Nayeon slammed her fists on the metal table. She thought for a moment before saying, “Maybe there’s a way to get something we both want. I’ve been seeing you eyeing me ever since I walked in here.” You were confused as to why she’d bring that up, but you couldn’t help it, with a body like that and who doesn’t love a woman in uniform.She stepped out of the room for a moment and came back in with a totally different mood. Nayeon pushed your chair back and lowered herself onto her knees, unzipping your pants and pulling out your cock. Officer Im started to slowly stroke your length with her long, slender fingers, bringing it to stand at full attention. Your wrists were handcuffed behind you and the metal dug into your skin at her touch. Soon she brought her mouth to your tip and began furiously devouring your length.

You watched and moaned as your rod moved in and out of Officer. Im’s wet mouth, “Fuck I need more, Officer.” Your attempt to jerk your hips in tandem with her movements failed when Nayeon completely removed her mouth from you. “You know, you’re not half bad looking and you have a nice big cock. But you’re gonna have to do better than that if you wanna cum. ” She stood up, picked the small handcuff keys from her pocket, jingled them in your face, and walked towards the door laughing to herself. “OK wait! Before she left she may have mentioned a possible place or two she was heading to.” Officer Im stopped with her hand on the doorknob and spun around. “Now, we’re getting somewhere.. Tell me where she is and you’ll be released.. In more ways than one.” She said, returning to the spot on her knees in front of you. She started deep throating you fast, you were impressed at her skills and also a little worried about who could have been watching from the one-way glass, but that soon left your mind when you felt yourself nearing your edge. Nayeon’s tight throat closed around your length and with a few more bobs of her head you were seeing white “Oh fuck! She’s at her old dorm, Officer” You moaned loudly, releasing yourself and painting her throat. After swallowing your load Officer Im stood up, took off your handcuffs, said thank you and left the room without any other word.

Doctor/Nurse - Momo

You’d been sick for about a week with a little head cold and your girlfriend, Momo, was doing all that she could to take care of you, practically acting like your personal nurse. Finally feeling better, you were relaxing in bed when you heard a knock on the door before Momo, dressed in a makeshift nurses outfit strutted in. “It looks like my little Y/N is feeling better! Would you like a lollipop for being such a good patient for Nurse Momo?” You both laughed.‘“No, but I can think of something sweeter that I want right now.”

“And what would that be?”“I need the nurses special medicine to make me feel even better” You said smirking. Momo knew exactly what you meant before walking over to the bed hiking up her skirt and taking a seat on your face. Instantly you licked up her slit and gathered all of her nectar on your tongue. Momo always tasted so sweet. You ate her out, tongue fucking her and she planted her hands on your chest before grinding down on your face. She was a moaning mess and reached down with one hand slipping it under your sweats and began stroking your cock fast. You were both nearing your edge and with a few more licks and sucks at her clit she released her juices all over your face, at the same time you let go and let yourself erupt all over her hand and your stomach. “Maybe you should be sick more and I could be a nurse more often.”

Maid/Butler - Tzuyu

“Your dinner is ready, Sir”, “Thank you Ms. Chou.”

You sat at the small dining table looking out at the nighttime Seoul skyline from your apartment. Both you and Tzuyu liked the idea of one day living a lavish, wealthy lifestyle, and some nights you decided to roleplay around that idea. Tzuyu stood next to you in a classic maids outfit. “Ms. Chou, actually I think I’d like to start with dessert.” “And what would you like, sir?” You quickly got up from your seat and grabbed her waist pulling her in for a passionate kiss. “You”

Without wasting any time you picked her up and sat her onto the dining table with her long legs, hanging over the edge. You licked your lips as you pulled off Tzuyu’s panties, like unwrapping a piece of candy. Making your way to her center, you planted kisses up her thighs and pushed her skirt up. “Your desert is ready and waiting, Sir” she said, breathily.

You instantly tore into the delicacy before you, hooking your arms under her legs and around her hips to pull her body closer to you. Tzuyu was always sweet, but in her maid fit, she seemed even sweeter. It was like eating the finest fruit tart from a Michelin star restaurant. “Ms. Chou you taste so good” You say between licks. You sucked at her clit and lapped up her juices. She moaned and grabbed handfuls of your hair, pulling your head further into her. You began tongue fucking her, “Oh Sir, right there, that feels so good oh f-fuck im gonna cum, Sir” Within seconds of sucking and licking she squirted all over your face. You drank up as much as you could, some dripping from your chin when she finally released your head from her thighs. “Mmm, Ms. Chou, you’re the best desert on the menu.”

Fairytale Character - Sana

Sana was always a fan of playing dress up, especially in the bedroom. She came out of the bathroom in a short, tight green skirt with a purple bikini top on, her red-orange hair completing the look. “It looks like Ariel finally got her legs” You laughed. “Now all I need is my Prince Eric for a true love's kiss” She said, smiling and sauntering over to you. Sana blew you a kiss and you playfully acted along catching it and putting it to your lips. “Come here, then Ariel, I can give you a lot more than a true love’s kiss.” You pulled her in for a kiss as she sat on top of you. Your lips danced together while your tongues fought a fierce battle.

Before you knew it clothes were off, and Sana was on top of you bouncing up and down on your cock. The sound of skin slapping skin rang out through your room. Your cock slid in and out of her hole easily, it was practically drowning with how wet she was. “Oh fuck, I’m so close princess” You groaned, your swollen length pulsating inside of her. “Me too!” she said bouncing harder and faster, your hips matching her rhythm.

Suddenly Sana leaned forward, “I want my true love to kiss me while I cum all over his big cock” The second she said that and her perfect lips met yours, you both reached your edges, moaning into each other's mouths and riding out your orgasms.

CEO/Boss - Jihyo

Being the CEO’s secretary had its perks, sure the rest of the office made fun of you for practically being Park Jihyo’s pet, being at her every beck and call, but there was a damn good reason for it. Park Jihyo wasn’t known for just being a great boss, but with a body and a mind like hers, anyone would gladly take the same position as you. It was a Friday night and you were both staying late to finish preparing for a board meeting next Monday. “Do you have all the copies ready Y/N?” “Yes, they’re all on the conference table, the bottles of water and pens are also ready.”

“Always one step ahead, that��s what I love about you.” You had to admit you’d be lying if you said you’d never fantasized about taking your boss, especially when she showed up looking the way she did. Jihyo sat at her desk chair and swing her feet onto the desk, “Ugh this week has been so stressful, thank God we have a weekend coming up”

“Ma’am.. I hate to remind you, but you have a schedule for both days of that said weekend”, “Fuck… I can’t even have a moment to relax or get a massage.. I don’t remember the last time I had one.” You don’t know where your confidence came from but you sprung out of your seat and stood next to her, “I think I could help with that, boss” You said, snaking your hands onto her shoulders. Jihyo seemed to relax under your touch as you rubbed your fingers into her tight muscles, “Oh yeah that’s good, right there” She said, practically moaning, as you kneaded a knot in her shoulder. You could feel the warmth build up in your groin as your member came to life hearing her. “Fuck it.” it was like you blinked and there you were standing behind your boss who was laid against her own desk, her jacket and bra discarded, her pants and underwear pulled down to her ankles and her heels still on. Similarly your shirt was also gone and your pants were pulled down, your thick cock running between your bosses ass cheeks. “Don’t just stand there, Y/N, fuck me already.” “Yes, ma’am” you said, plunging yourself into her warm depths, she was suffocatingly tight and wet. You took a few slow thrusts at first then, “Harder, you little shit. I’m not paying you overtime if you aren’t putting in the work.” You’ve never seen Jihyo like this, but quite frankly you liked it. Both of you were relieving built up stress and you were happily pounding into her. You pulled her hair so her back was flat against your chest and you ran your hand around to grab at her tits. Massaging her tit and pinching at her nipple drove her over the edge and you had to hold her up as her legs buckled. Jihyo’s pussy pulsated and you erupted inside of your boss, her walls milking your worn out cock. The two of you fell onto the desk, “Shit, boss that felt so fucking good.” “It looks like we might have to do this more often, baby.”

Devil/Angel - Dahyun

It was Halloween, you and your girlfriend, Dahyun, were at a friend's party. She insisted you dress up in a couples costume, but didn’t plan on looking for one until the very last minute, of course the only one left at the story was the devil and angel. Dahyun kept bumping her wings into everyone while you both danced but you couldn’t keep your eyes off of her. The white dress fit her well and there was something about the whole getup with you as a devil and her as an angel that was slowly turning you on. You grabbed her hand and brought her to the bathroom and lifted her onto the sink. She was about to take off the wings and halo, but you stopped her. “Keep them on. I wanna fuck my little angel.” Dahyun moaned at your words as you pierced her to the hilt with your length. “Oh God, yes” She moaned, throwing her head back and wrapping her creamy legs around your waist. Her heavenly pussy squeezed against your cock, her arms around your neck and gripping onto the plastic horns that adorned your head. The whole situation was sinful even if only halloween costumes. An angel being fucked by the devil, red and white flashes of movements, sounds of skin slapping skin. Dahyun was usually a conservative and quiet girl when it came to sex, but it seemed this situation also had a major effect on her. She was a moaning, mewling mess underneath you while you pounded into her. “I’m gonna.. Gonna cum” barely a whisper in your ear. “Cum for me, angel.” Dahyun’s body shook and convulsed with pleasure as she reached her peak. You held on to her and slowed your thrusts as she rode out her orgasm on your cock. You were close too and Dahyun knew it. She recovered and hopped off the sink, getting on her knees in front of you. She pumped your cock mercilessly, twisting and gripping it, massaging your aching balls until you erupted and painted her face. Spurts of cum shot out and marked her angelic face.

Athlete Coach - Mina

It was a normal day at the gym for you, you were a seasoned gymnast and had daily practices in prep for the Olympic Qualifiers coming up. When you got into the gym there was a group of girls also “practicing?” Although it wasn’t normal gymnastics, but rhythmic gymnastics. Gymnastics that also involved hoops, balls, and dance. You didn’t think much of it and went to the uneven bars to warm up. You lifted yourself up and from the peak of your pull up, someone caught your eye. The main dancer, it seemed, was standing in the middle of the other girls. She was wearing a black shimmery outfit demonstrating some move with the hoop above her head. She was elegant and seemed to know exactly what she was doing with every move of her body. After your practice you went over to find her. She was practicing alone in one of the dance rooms, “Hi, I’m Y/N I’m one of the gymnasts here, I haven’t seen you here before.. But your routine was really good!”

She shyly smiled and looked back at you, “Hi Y/N, my name is Mina, Myoi Mina. I’m actually a ballet dancer, but the girls asked for my advice on their routine so I’ve been helping them prepare for the tournament. I’m glad you like it. I liked your routine as well, you sure know how to catch a girl's attention with all of those flips and such.” You laughed nervously, thinking maybe it was too obvious, but regardless you did catch her a few times staring at you too. “Haha yeah your moves were cool too, I don’t even think I’m that flexible enough to pull that off.” Mina took her chance with that. “Here let me show you.” She brought her leg straight up doing a split in the air, you gulped and your eyes trailed her body. “Holy shit” You said under your breath. She wasn’t wearing any panties… “Are you just gonna look or are you gonna help me, help you. I’ll teach you what you need to know about flexibility.”

Soon you were full on fucking in the empty dance studio, watching yourself in the floor to ceiling length mirrors as Mina showed off just how flexible she was. First you pounded her standing up with her leg straight in the air over your shoulder, next you had your way with her up against the mirror, her legs wrapped around your waist, contorting her body in all sorts of way to bring you both pleasure.. Mina kept surprising you with positions, downward dog with her back deliciously arched, on her back with her legs pulled up against her torso. She came a handful of times but was adamant about you finishing in what she thought was the perfect position. Mina returned to her standing position with her leg above her head, she loved watching herself in the mirror and she loved it even more to see herself getting pounded into. You grabbed her hips and pushed her against the mirror, her juices were already dripping down her legs from her splayed lips.”Cum inside me, I want to feel you inside of me while I dance.” You were sent over the edge and released your seed deep inside of the gorgeous dance teacher.

TV Show/Anime Character - Jeongyeon

You and Jeongyeon had just finished watching the kdrama Mine and she had gotten pretty into the characters and particularly their style. Mine was about these women who are in the process of finding themselves and their own loves, however, the part that captured Jeongyeon’s interest was their lavish chaebol lifestyle. Of course it caught your interest too, the idea of being able to wear fancy clothes and drive a nice car with a mansion was always a fantasy. One night you both decided to test drive this fantasy for yourselves. You both got dressed in what was about the fanciest attire you had in your quaint apartment and went out for a dinner date. You had dinner at a nice steak restaurant where you had to make a reservation in advance and even have your car valeted. Dinner was amazing, considering the price, but it was worth it.

The drive home is when things began to heat up. It was about a 30 minute drive, feeling bold after some wine, you slid your hand over the gear shift to rest on Jeongyeon’s thigh. “That was a wonderful dinner, wasn’t it Ms. Yoo?” “Yes, it was, I say we go back to the Cadenza [a house name from Mine] and have some fun.” You slowly moved your hand up to just rest over her covered center. She held her breath as she grabbed your hand and pushed it towards her. You rubbed her through her panties and she did the same to you, stroking your covered length to life. “I don’t know if we’ll even make it home.” You said, taking a turn and drove to a secluded lookout point the two of you used to frequent in your younger days of dating. “I bet even the fancy and rich decide to get down and dirty sometimes” She said, while you hopped into the backseat. Jeongyeon pulled off her panties before climbing to the back and straddling you.

You pulled down your pants and let your erection spring free, until Jeongyeon lowered herself to the hilt. “You better not get any of your filthy cum on this dress. It’s expensive.” She said, pointing a finger at where your bodies were connected. “Don’t worry it’s expensive too and it’s not going anywhere but inside of you.” You said, grabbing her hips and starting to thrust up into her. She started bouncing on top of you and you both became moaning messes, erratically slamming your bodies together in the small space of the car. “Fuck I’m close” Jeongyeon moaned, “Me too” You replied, between thrusts. As your cock slipped in and out of her, you shifted your position ever so slightly and started hitting her g-spot exactly on point. “FUCK! Right there!” Jeongyeon’s orgasm caught her off guard as her movements slowed and her pussy pulsed around your cock, “Cum with me, baby.” On cue, you came pushing your dick as far as it could go inside of her, her pussy clamped shut around it milking you and not letting anything escape. As you rode out your orgasms she leaned into your ear and said, “You’re Mine.”

Waitress/Waiter - Chaeyoung

“Here’s your usual Y/N!” Chaeyoung smiled as she placed the plate of chicken and waffles and a cup of coffee in front of you. You were a regular at this diner near your house and for as long as you can remember, Chaeyoung had also been working there and serving you. She had this certain vibe to her that was different from anyone else in the town, from changing her hair color with the seasons, to having the most unique and fashionable outfits. The two of you had known each other for so long and you had a special relationship, one could call it something like a friends with benefits type deal. You finished your meal and Chaeyoung came with the bill. “You want the regular tip or the special tip today, Chae?” “The special.” She said, smirking. She told her coworker she was going on break and went into the storage room. You followed her a minute later. Chaeyoung was significantly smaller than you, but she was still able to push you and pin you up against the door crashing your lips together. “We gotta make this fast before the boss comes back.” You swiftly unbuckled your pants and picked her up.

The only perks of having to wear a uniform for the job was that the uniform was only a short skirt. She moved her panties over to the side and you ran your tip through her slit. “Mmm fuck, you’re already so wet Chae.” Before she could answer you slipped inside of her and started pumping in and out of her warm cunt. It wasn’t the first time fucking in the storage room, nor would it be the last, but every time it was exhilarating. The threat of getting caught, of people hearing, knocking over stock shelves or brooms, made it even hotter than it was. That’s what Chaeyoung was, a daredevil, she pushed the limits. She certainly was no stranger to pushing you to your own limits, “Cum inside me Y/N, I want it. Tip me good, maybe even some extra for special service. Fuck, you’re so deep.” Her words sent shivers down your spine and your knees almost buckled as you came and painted her deepest insides with your seed. She loved being filled, the sensation of thick spurt after spurt being let out inside of her sent her over the edge too. Chaeyoung came, clinging onto you, digging her nails into your back. You let her down once you both recovered and cleaned up. “I think that tip will last me at least the rest of the week… Come back soon!” She waved before straightening her skirt and leaving the room.

#tag game #twice #twice smut #twice fanfic #kpop fanfic #kpop smut #nayeon #jeongyeon #momo #sana #jihyo #mina #dahyun #chaeyoung #tzuyu

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woahitslucyylu · 4 years

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NSFW Alphabet - Rio.

GIF is not mine, credit to OG creator.

He felt left out, so I made him one too! Everyone’s favorite money launderer is here with allllll his dirty secrets. Enjoy, frands!

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NSFW Alphabet A = Aftercare (What they’re like after sex)

Rio lives to take care of you. You hold him down and after sex, he’s just as gentle and compassionate. He will wrap you in his arms and remind you all the reasons that his success is yours too. A warm shower and a cold drink await you after most sessions complete with take out from your favorite restaurant.

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

Rio loves his lips/smile. He knows a simple smirk can make you melt into a puddle. He isn’t above using it to manipulate you in the best ways. A slow lick of the lips, a smug smile, or a soft kiss can buy him a few hours if he has fallen out of your good graces.

He loves your hips and ass. Your curvy frame fits so perfectly with his slender muscular self. He loves to feel you soft against him in bed as he runs his hands over your curves - leaving your skin electrified under his touch. He loves the dip from your back to the top of your ass, the perfect place for his hands in all situations.

C = Cum (anything to do with cum)

Inside or in your mouth - he finds your willingness to accept him in the most intimate ways erotic.

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

Rio loves to make movies. His favorite angle is when you’re on the bed, back arched, and ass pressed against him and he makes you fuck yourself as he watches himself disappear inside you.

“Keep going, mama. I didn’t say stop.” The erotic sound of skin against skin filled the room as you rolled your hips against him, moans slipping through your mouth. “You’re such a good girl. Look at how you take me.” Your praise kink is on overdrive as you come apart beneath him - another Oscar worthy performance.

E = Experience (How experienced are they? Do they know what they’re doing?)

His list isn't long, but he knows what he is doing. Always the gentleman, you come first, second, and third - he will leave your body sore and sleepy with his expert skills.

F = Favorite Position (This goes without saying)

Rio loves you from behind - he loves watching your ass bounce as he pushes into the mattress. He lives for you on top too. When you just can’t wait any longer, and you take control. He lays back willingly, puts his hand behind his head, and watches you sink onto him - the stretch makes you bite your lip and lean forward. He will pull you close - holding your throat with ever so much pressure and thrust into you - leaving you panting and begging.

G = Goofy (Are they more serious in the moment, or are they humorous, etc)

Sarcasm, mild degradation, and dry humor are Rio’s calling cards and they don’t disappear in the bedroom. He will make you drip with his words, and chastise you for being so needy. As you grind against his jean-covered thigh, begging for more, he will reprimand you for making a mess - heat running through your body as he slides his fingers over you, feeling just how wet you really are.

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

Appearances are important, so he leaves nothing to be desired. He’s neat.

I = Intimacy (How are they during the moment, romantic aspect…)

Rio spends his days playing a role and with you, the doors open and his real self tumbles out. He presses his forehead to yours and whispers sweet nothings as you greet him from his work day. He is content to watch you play Iron Chef in the kitchen as you talk about your days together. He finds the most comfort in breaking down the walls and letting you - physically and emotionally.

J = Jack/Jill Off (Masturbation headcanon)

Rio may rub one out, because work has kept him away from you. The movies you create make it easy to remember how good you feel.

K = Kink (One or more of their kinks)

Needy, begging - Rio gets off on knowing you need him. It’s borderline codependent shit, but he loves it. When you pout around the house, your shirt tight and in just your panties, huffing and puffing while you wait for him to finish working is one of his favorite things. He knows you’re a brat, and he indulges in your tantrums, edging you until you slide into his lap, palming him through his pants and whisper how much you want him in your ear.

L = Location (Favorite places to do the do)

Rio moves in the shadows, so it only makes sense that he fucks in them too. Late nights at the warehouse have you laid across the table as he fucks you - erotic noises echoing through the empty room or you slide into the backseat of the wagon, sinking onto him as Mick waits dutifully outside as you chase your release.

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

Rio lives to provide for you, so being able to fulfill every request - sexual or otherwise - is his motivation. When the bills are paid, you have more than enough money in your account, and you can’t walk from countless orgasms, that’s when he feels most successful. When you came into his life, success suddenly meant something different and taking care of you in every aspect is his reason.

N = NO (Something they wouldn’t do, turn offs)

Rio is illusive, so threesomes are out of the question. He is invisible, and you’re really the only woman he needs.

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

You’re a brat and Rio tames you on your knees as he fucks your throat relentlessly. He gazes at you through half-hooded eyes, watching you gag as you open your mouth wider for him. “Mama, just like that.” His hands thread through your hair, pulling the strands so rough that you moan against him - sending shivers through his body. “See, you can listen, can’t you?”

On the flip side, Rio loves to eat you. He enjoys the feel of your full thighs around his face as you rock back and forth. You were so apprehensive at first, but he reassured you, “Darlin’, if I die underneath you, it will be the happiest moment of my life.” The feeling of power, yet subtle submissiveness in the act of you riding his face is a powerful aphrodisiac.

P = Pace (Are they fats and rough? Slow and sensual? etc.)

When he’s punishing you, he holds nothing back. You will feel every inch of him as he pushes you into the mattress or pulls you against him. Your skin will be marked and bruised, your ass sore from spanking - he will remind you he’s the boss. Yet, he has such gentleness when he’s reallllllly making love to you. His hands sliding over your breasts - just barely touching you as he kisses right beneath your ear, nipping and sucking as you moan beneath him.

Q = Quickie (Their opinions on quickies rather than proper sex, how often, etc.)

With Rio’s odd hours, sometimes a quickie is all you have and you will gladly take it any way you can. Sneaking away on lunch breaks is your MO and getting fucked raw in the parking lot by your crime boss boyfriend helps pass the rest of the day with ease.

R = Risk (Are they game to experiment, do they take risks, etc.)

Rio’s whole life is a risk, so it only makes sense that he takes calculated ones on with you.

“When will they be here?” Your voice was soft in the dark car. “Not too much longer.” Rio threaded his fingers through yours - his thumb rubbing your hand reflexively. “Not too much longer, huh?” You inquired as you slid your hand over his jeans - feeling him grow hard underneath your touch. Your hands worked expertly to slide him out of his jeans - your mouth watering as you slid your tongue around his length. “Mami, now?” His dark eyes filled with lust as he watched your cheeks hollow - taking more in each time your head bobbed. Rio’s head laid back as you choked against his length, sliding your flat tongue, feeling each ridge. “Mama. Fuck.” His fingers pulled your hair - his tightening grasp directed your efforts as you felt him come undone - your throat filling with him.

Sitting up, you wiped your mouth - a coy smirk breaking over your face as you realized Beth had been watching from the swing the whole time.

S = Stamina (How many rounds can they go for, how long do they last…)

Rio can push you to your limits and he always makes sure you come first. You are more than accommodating and he spends his time worshipping you.

T = Toy (Do they own toys? Do they use them? On a partner or themselves?)

Rio is not a conventional lover, and he will gladly tie your hands - teasing you with the lack of touch while he stares down at you. “Oh mama, what do you want?” His voice rough into your ear as he rocks against your hips - his fingers expertly rubbing your clit as you struggle against the binds.

U = Unfair (how much they like to tease)

Rio knows how responsive you are and loves to leave you wanting more. A dirty whisper in your ear as you wait to be seated at dinner, his hand resting right above your ass, his beard rubbing against your neck will leave you asking for the check before you’re even finished with the meal.

V = Volume (How loud they are, what sounds they make)

Rio isn’t loud, but he talks.

“Look at you take this dick, mama.”

“You’re such a good girl.”

“Darlin, I didn’t say you could come.”

“Take it. You asked for it.”

“How could you think you could move my pussy?”

“Fuck yourself till you come.”

W = Wild Card (Get a random headcanon for the character of your choice)

Rio is a sucker for cheesy romance - rose petals on the floor, candles lit, a bubble bath in a heart shaped tub - he loves it all. The weekend spent in Vegas felt like a rom com, but watching your man be intentional with his choices and his time makes your panties wet.

X = X-Ray (Let’s see what’s going on in those pants)

He may be skinny, but his dick isn’t.

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

Rio is a busy man and compartmentalizes most of his feelings, including his sex drive. He misses you constantly, but money ain’t going to wash itself, so he keeps his shit together.

Z = ZZZ (… how quickly they fall asleep afterwards)

Rio keeps odd hours, so he does fall asleep after, but it’s without guilt, because you’re snuggled right there with him.

#rio #rio fanfic #rio good girls nbc #rio good girls #rio x reader

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jiminrings · 4 years

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honestly i could talk w band!hobi abt numbers all day, like i wouldn't even mind. what are ur thoughts on 27 hobi? i think they a bad bitch. also UM might i request a drabble abt like a film major! yn (that is very enthusiastic abt films and the aesthetics + cinematography and whatnot) w like,,, a theatre kid?? any of ot7 works fine and it's all good if u can't or don't want to! thankyouu 💜

muse of mine

pairing: namjoon x y/n

wordcount: 4k

glimpse: namjoon’s always been a little sensitive to feedback whether it’s positive or negative, y/n’s an endearing type of talker, and smuggled snacks to the theater haven’t ever tasted this sweet :D // gif from pinterest!

notes: i kinda switched it up a lil bit and made them more established in their respective fields bc my mind went berserk on this concept!!! also this is mayhaps my oNLY piece that’s just pure fluff

“27? The number? Hmm. That sounds... sexy.” - band!hobi

this been’s bugging you for the past half hour

this whole experience feels oddly familiar

you’ve been in this theater for half an hour so far to watch this play!!

lmao ur gonna admit RIGHT off the bat that theatre’s definitely not it for you

your slight unfondness for it is deeply-rooted back to university and for four years, you’ve consistently taken dumps on theatre kids even if it’s under your breath

alright it’s possible that you don’t hATE the actual people ( only some of them ;D ) themselves but rather this whole type of cockiness and the “i’m a direct descendant of shakespeare himself. trust me bro. on god” energy that they always seem to exhude

but realistically, maybe this deep-rooted hate stemmed from seokjin

he was the guy you’d share the exact same elective class with him for two straight whole semesters and you’ve been seatmates from time to time

homie took foreign language as an elective?????

the language is korean?????????????????

“wait b-but i — aren’t you — n-no but i really???”

that’s what you first sputtered to him in realization when he took his seat beside you

the two of you have only ever shown each other notes bc the other was dozing off and the occasional sharing of gummy bears that’s already pre-opened to not make any noise

but for some reason, it’s only dawned in you why seokjin’s a god in this class and he answers your questions without even looking at his notes by hALFWAY through the whole semester of foreign language

one day, u are gonna find a way to bodyslam yourself and never recover from it ever again

“mhmm. don’t sweat it, sweetheart. i personally think it’s very don quixote of me to y’know, take something as impractical and amusing as this.”

you snort at his choice of words because honestly!! you barely remember don quixote and jin’s use of it as an adjective jigs up a refresher course on your brain

who was he again??

was he the donkey

.. or are you thinking about shrek again because of your film analysis

you sWEAR there was a donkey in that story

it’s good fun to talk with jin even if he keeps sliding bourgeoisie words here and there and you’re a lil confused with all these references that he makes but that’s okay !!!

atleast even him saying it in a long-winded way that he was like someone from the merchant of somewhere, you know now that he pretty-pleased and charmed his way to the registrar for him to take korean as an elective

...

two weeks later, jin sits next to you in class

in ACTUAL non-elective, non-native language he already speaks class

now that you’re squinting a bit more, jin does look a little uh?? different

his hair that was once a hybrid of lavender and peach and pink and then blonde was now wholly black and it’s probably his original hair color because it matches with those eyebrows of his!!!

his combo of a black bomber jacket with a silk button-up underneath honestly SLAPS and it makes you forget how he used to exclusively wear only knitted shirts and argyle-patterned cardigans

you have ur jaw dropped because you totally would’ve fallen for seokjin jAW-FIRST

— if only he didn’t strike you as the brother type when he smacked the back of your head because you were falling asleep on class again and uhhh you mUst be forgetting that the two of you were sitting in front

you had no time to reevaluate whether you should develop a crush for him or not

he’s immediately slapping his hands on his knees, looking at you so intensely before pointing a finger at you with so much conviction, and then scoffing to himself

“switched majors to film. theatre was gonna be the death of me!!! y/n, if you even think about trying to switch to that cheap, amazon-ordered quill and tanning lights for stage lighting major, you’re absolutely dEAD to me-”

you’ve never had a conversation this striking nor long with jin but you genuinely have no complaints at all

seokjin talks pure shit about theatre and theatre junkies and everything in between for the WHOLE day

trails beside you for every single class you had, which was convenient because he can then sweet-talk his way again (if anybody even dared to question him) that he’s just newly-switched

sat with you for lunch and him not eating because he just needS to tell you all about it and you trying not to choke on your pasta as you try to reply to him

followed you back hOME and decided to crash the night there

yeah, that. your unfondness for theatre’s rooted on that one

uh-huh safe to say that you’ve become best friends with jin ever since that day

you’re a sponge for your friends and jin’s the closest one you have, so it was only natural that you soak up his distastes and whatnot

not to brag but aha :D

you add salt to the water while you boil pasta so u may be a little bit of a masterchef or somewhat, no big deal :D

he’s absorbed your fascination for all kinds of lights and fixtures that he has about seven different nightlights in the form of squishies or neon and everything else on his bedside table, in which he turns all of them on at night

fun fact: he’s capable of sleeping in the dark

jin’s the whole reason for your stance on this

he’s adamant about his points and you’ve graduated uni four years ago!!!

which is why you DON’T get why jin would give you a scented black envelope, with “don’t come to this” scribbled in gold at the front, carrying a single ticket to this play with a sticky note saying “don’t watch this at 7 pm, wearing your boss lady year-end award show type of clothes, sitting at the ninth row from the back and two seats from your right.”

because of course!! what the hell did he expect you to do? NOT come to this play at 7 pm wearing your boss lady year-end award show type of clothes then sitting at the ninth row from the back, two seats from the right???

OF COURSE YOU WOULD

your goal in life is to do exactly the opposite of what jin tells you. there’s literally nothing else in life you’d want to fulfill

he’s made it quite easy for you to spite him and although you wouldn’t admit it.,,.,., you may be a little petty ok

he’s the even bigger goof out of the two of you and you can never have the final say!! it’s always him and his wit and yOU being the dunce

it’s a lil sus that jin’s basically ASKING for it with his instructions but whatever

whatever it is, this is finally your chance to enact the final say and you’re gonna pull ALL the stops

all you know about theater-goers is that they dress fancy and wear these mini binoculars and that’s about it

there’s not even one film you know that you see anyone in the audience wearing a worn-in cardigan or even a puffer jacket even if the theater’s mad cold

all the people bring are scarves and shawls???? thee thinnest version of a blanket that won’t warm them up against the frigid airconditioning

that whole dress code sounds ridiculous!!! great please ring out this thousand-dollar dress im gonna wear to the theater thank u

you’re a little worried that you’re not gonna blend into the crowd, but after some digging about the invitation, formal wear is most definitely recommended

it’s an exclusive invite-only play which would be later released to the general public later on so yeah the situation dOES call for a gown thank u very much

also how could you forget that jin explicitly told you not to wear this type of attire

if you’re being humble right now, which you always normally are, even if that jUST sounded boastful talking about how you’re humble all the time —

you do look pretty breath-taking :-)

even when the doors weren’t opened and everyone’s just collectively loitering outside the hall, you’d feel glances at you

the sweet security guard did a double-take at you and mumbled a “very very nice evening to you, miss :D” instead of his normal “enjoy the show!” to the other patrons before you

you’re gonna soak all the silent compliments up and try to remember all of them before writing them on your journal later hee-hee

your midnight blue satin dress that’s floor-length and off-shoulder is dEFINITELY in your favor :D

your dress still glimmers even if the spotlight isn’t on you and you wish you weren’t shy to ask a random stranger to take a picture of you

going on self-timer isn’t ideal either when there’s like a hundred other people in the room

they probably wouldn’t even care if you took a picture of yourself!!! but in your head they probably think that you’re laughable so you’d rather not.. do that

the theater’s dark as hell if that wasn’t established

it is literally pitch black in the room and the ushers at each row holding the flashlights that are meant to guide the patrons aren’t exactly helpful

big kudos to them though,, must take a lot of self-control to not wave their lights like it was a rave :D

a flashlight tHAT bright?? whew pls is this what ships feel in the night

the last time you were in a rave, your thirty minutes of fun was cut short when seokjin immediately got hammered and wouldn’t stop throwing a fit if you didn’t drive him home that instant

his energy seemed to compelling everyone that he’s managed to somehow suck the energy out of a WHOLE rave so you took him home for everyone’s enjoyment :(((( except yours apparently

you’re trying hard to focus on the play that’s happening because for the past twenty minutes, all you’ve done is zone out randomly with ideas all of a sudden

you NEED to listen

....

uh-huh...

UH-HUH......

wait this is actually.. good

you find plays hard to follow and absolutely boring when you don’t immerse yourself in a run-down PRIOR to watching it in order to get

it’s the same analogy as reading the plot of a movie on wikipedia before watching the movie at the cinema.... absolutely useless

it sucks out the fun from something you weren’t supposed to know

watching plays is two hours of you being confused, going home to read the plot and only understand it by tHEN, and never coming to the theater again because you’d waste your money.... watching something cluelessly in the theater..... for a plot you’d grasp at home

but no

because this one

actually this one that you’re watching...

it’s not bad

it’s nice, actually.

within two minutes, you managed to grasp that it’s a story about a never-ending spring between these two lovers

there’s something about the whole setting of it actually that just sucks you in

in some plays, the outfits would seem so forced even in the given context that it reminds you of uh a particular superhero movie

and yes ur aware that stage makeup has to be enhanced so that people all the way to the back row would see

but there’s just something in this scene that’s laid out right-now that actually gets you in awe

it’s of the couple in the back of their pick-up truck and everything about it seems so natural

the background straight up looks like what it’d be if you were to go outside

the guy’s arm around her shoulder seems so natural and in nature that it doesn’t feel like a random cue in the script

the girl twinkles and it doesn’t even feel like a forced type of laugh you’d cue in attempt to warm the audience’s hearts

it’s of a plot where the the guy eventually falls out of love with the girl, while girl gets even more smitten with the guy at the same time

it’s what you take from the past ten minutes that you watch in dead silence, and you don’t even remember in the back of your head that you’re supposed to hate plays

“no way.”

you mumble in disbelief under your breath, head shaking profusely

is your mind playing tricks on you???

you’ve got too used to seokjin sitting beside you that you immediately turn to your right, whispering out your concerns

“is it just me or is she wearing a different shade of pink?”

you don’t even buffer for one second when you ask the stranger beside you

you’re so concerned that you’re looking at him intently while waiting for his answer that could either console or despair you, a random theater-goer that’s too noisy with her questions for her own good

it’s absolutely dARK as fuck in the theater but after awhile your eyes adjusted slightly

and the first thing you look at after the stage is him

him as in the dude in your right that you just asked all of a sudden

you could only see his silhouette and the faintest features of his face along with his well-dressed suit but god

... you are totally not lying if you say that even the barest silhouette of him doesn’t look handsome

you’re expecting him to tell you off for being so noisy but instead, he’s the one who takes you by surprise

“how did you notice that?”

“oh my god!” you exclaim almost too loudly that you yourself even jolts, the guy even making you duck with him slightly for a brief second, “im sO sorry!! am i accidentally spoiling it out for you?”

the guy blinks twice, lips slightly parted before shaking his head no

“no, no... this is the first screening — i mean uh, how would you know that?”

oh boy

you’re adjusting yourself on your seat, bum now warm as you try to explain and not be nervous because what if you just made a wrong assumption about this play and you’re sitting next to a goddamn tHEATRE BUFF???

“well i —uh, uhm what’s your name?” you’re flustered and the FIRST thing you ask is what was his name.,.,,

he seems equally as flustered before he adjusts his glasses, “o-oh uhm i’m namjoon...?”

alright! handsome guy is namjoon!

“you see, namjoon — okay it might just be in my head, but i tHINK it looks deeper with the light somehow. but uh...? the spotlight’s not following her and — is it just me or without the light, her sweater looks brown?”

you’re squinting and if u squint even more, maybe your contacts would just crumple by then

hold on a second

“brown, like — oh my gOD LIKE-”

namjoon puts a hand over his mouth before you could even gasp, hand reaching out for your forearm even before you manage to grasp his shoulder to take it in realization

was it under your nose the whole time??

“... fall.”

holy fucking shit

namjoon looks positively euphoric looking at your face of realization, his once-heavy chest about the whole scene becoming completely devoid of weight

“exactly!!”

his confirmation makes you inwardly squeal, grinning as you point at him and the stage back and forth

“i think this is the first play i’ve become ever interested in watching.”

okay what now

his ears perk up at that, your first sentence that you’ve said after your pink sweater that looks like spring also looks brown like fall in certain scene because of the lighting realization

“it is?”

he takes the chance to look at you as best as he could, trying to play his squinting as cool as he can

namjoon’s far sighted and the glasses he’s wearing are nOT up to date with his current grade bc he’s pretty sure his eyesight’s worsened the past month

he can’t make you out wholly, but he does know that you’re pretty

his eyes don’t linger on you because of the snacks you’re fishing from your purse while you talk that are absolutely illegal in this theater house lmao

but instead, his gaze lingers on you because you’re so pretty

the minimal light that’s bouncing off the stage is enough for him to see a faint outline of your features, highlighting your smiles just right and your dress to glint underneath

“mhmm. i actually hate plays,” suddenly, you’re not scared if namjoon happens to be some sort of theatre buff and you’re offending him because honestly, you feel at ease. “crunch?” you’re holding out the mini bar of chocolate out to him, one he politely declines to because his eyes are bulging out the next second

“you do????”

his genuine reaction indulges you, making you grin ultimately that you put off eating snacks for now to focus on him

“yeah! this is my hate outfit :D”

namjoon giggles as if it’s the funniest thing he’s ever heard

you automatically scoot closer because this time, it’s yOUR turn to shush him

this is totally for just the reason of talking more discreetly and not distracting anyone and is totally not an excuse to be closer to the next guy and touch shoulders with him then get a whiff of cologne because it’s rare for a guy to be handsome and aLSO smell good

your eyes get used to the darkness and eventually, you could make out features of namjoon beside you

he has the prettiest eyes you’ve ever seen

and the way he looks at you makes you feel safe and even your height difference is visible with how probably lonG his torso is compared to yours, his gaze doesn’t make you feel small

namjoon’s still (unsurprisingly) far-sighted and ur so close that he’s a lil cross-eyed

fuck it he’s gonna go to ophthalmologist FIRST thing in the morning tomorrow

“then why are you here?”

“my friend seokjin,” you lean back upon realizing the original reason why you’re here, the situation being so ironic that you puff out a smile

your friend’s named seokjin?

cool :D kim seokjin is namjoon’s of his favorite directors eVER!!

second best for him actually though.,., no one could quite compare to his first

your explanation makes him cackle several times, a swell of pride recounting why you hate (it’ll be past tense probably after this one) theatre

“what about you?”

you turn the question to him, making his dimples disappear effectively that you think you’ve just spooked him

“i uh, well i always wanted to see a story that went like this, so i’m here.”

“you’re a critic? oh god. please don’t tell me you heard all my mumbles.”

no this is even WORSE

namjoon’s not a theatre buff

HE’S A CRITIC????????????

god im coming up

“don’t worry, i also think that the drapings must probably be dirty.”

he breaks out into a smile recounting how you were talking to yourself earlier, a snort escaping him involuntarily

“RIGHT??? it’s like how do you even clean them?? do they fit in washing machines or-”

my god he’s such a nice guy!!!

in fact, he’s everything you want in a guy

you’ve went through atleast twelve facets of emotions for the past hour and you’re not even dating!!!!!!!

“my thoughts exactly!! and if it’s by hand, how do you even scrub the entirety of it?? or wring the water out??”

namjoon KNOWS exactly what’s up :’)

“is there even a clothesline that’d bEAR the weight??”

the two of you are so happy that you just look at each other laughing, a moment in time before namjoon nudges you to lean back because the ending’s happening

you don’t even question him how he’d know that it’s the ending and not just another opening to a new scene, just listening to him

you’re so happy

the play made you happy but namjoon made you even happier :-)

“if you are a critic, you should probably open up your review with this chatty play-hating girl beside you, then at the end, close it off with how she loves it.”

it’s the parting conversation as you realize and holy fuck you are nOT ready for it

you r gonna drag this out for as long as you could <3

......

and namjoon wants in too <3

“noted. if i was a playwright, i’d even make you the lead. which detail should i include? offering me wrapper-covered rice crispy snacks, or asking how you’d watch it while going thru the bathroom?”

this feels so natural

as natural as the couple in the play you’ve just finished watching :))

“you’re hilarious,” you’re not even the slightest bit annoyed and your restrained smile tells him all about it

yea you may have brought in snacks illegally but you aRE gathering your trash up as you’re a decent human being

namjoon wishes you’d pick up after yourself slowly, standing up from his seat as he has the plan of picking up trash that isn’t even his

“what name should i put then?”

you’re silent and oh god he thinks you found his company stupid and would definitely not give him your name

you’re not ignoring him though!!!

his words are still stuck in your head, realizing it lately with his “which detail should i include?”

“me wanting to turn this into a film, actually.”

you test the words out on your tongue, nodding to yourself after a few seconds that you seem so sure of it

“yeah. i wanna make it into a film.”

the lights turn on after being dim for so long, namjoon’s eyes going wide trying to digest what you’ve just said

“w-what?

.....

no fucking way

HOLY FUCKING SHIT SWFRWFBWRHGBRBVWRV SWBHJSDB SHJAVBHGJDS BWHRGHBSVWBGRH

namjoon’s malfunctioning as he’s looking at you from eye to eye, bottom lip trembling while he’s so keen at pointing at you

“y-you’re miss y/n!!”

....

right

oH RIGHT

he’s a fan of yours??

namjoon’s fanning his face because he’s about to literally burst into tears

how could he nOT???

how could he not be emotional when all along, he’s been talking to his number one favorite director????

you and your films are the absolute gems of his life namjoon’s not even kidding

your films were world-renowned for being so natural and sentimental without loading too much into it!!!! you’re known for being so humble through the multiple back-to-back awards and praise you get!!!!

he cannot calm the fUCK down when you’re rubbing circles on his back

“you w-want to turn my play into a film?”

oh my gOD

you’re fumbling for the envelope and it’s only nOW that you realize that it’s not from seokjin in the first place

spring day a play by kim namjoon an invite for director y/n y/l/n

“it’s you!!!!”

“no it’s YOU!!”

jin’s plan worked alright :D

he’s just FOUR rows behind you lmao

it was just two weeks ago when yoongi, the executive producer of his film that he was directing, let it slip that he was co-financing a play

he met yoongi some semesters later after he became close with you, and he’s aLSO converted yoongi into hating theatre then he fit right in to your little posse of theatre kid-hating film students

that gave jin the laugh of his laugh and yoongi was not joking at all

“no, no. i’m telling you man. it’s different! i even have the script that i’ll let you read.”

and holy shit it IS different

if you see a couple tears on the last seven pages of yoongi’s copy of spring day’s script then mind yo oWN fucking business

then two weeks later, here he is :D

jin managed to also convert you to love theatre even IF it is namjoon’s play that did all the work

( also coincidentally found you a future boyfriend because he’s tired of seeing you alone and the closest you’d get to having someone is projecting your yearning into writing the scripts for the films you’d make )

he’s also secretly co-financed the whole play along with yoongi and he’ll drop that bomb later on lmao

“and that must mean i looked like a total FOOL beside you oh my god im so sorry!!”

namjoon panics at that, about to cry when another realization hits him when he’s about to put his head on his hands

“then that means the friend who gave you the ticket was-”

SEOKJIN VBFHSBVHSFBVSFHDVBSJFV SFJVJSFVSJVSSV SSV V FS FSV SFBVRBVRSVSWVGU

he cries to your shoulder and you never expected to be hugging and consoling someone you’ve just met two hours ago, a more than fond smile on your face he takes advantage of when he sneaks in the chance to ask you

“do you mean that?”

“now why would i lie to the playwright who’s been listening to me talk shit, then theorizing, then crying for the past hour?”

it’s true though

namjoon’s seen it all

he’s still handsome as ever even when he sniffles, his dimples on display when you return his question

“now did you mean it? writing me into your play?”

why are you even ASKING

he’s the biggest fan of u

namjoon’s made notes of your work, dedicated scripts to your movies, and he’s thinking about how it’s not yet hitting you how your whole epiphany about the pink sweater turning brown on his play,,, was entirely inspired from you and your affinity for lighting in your films

he thinks it’s still a little early to kiss you on the cheek even if you’ve already hugged, instead settling on pinching your cheek with satisfaction present in all corners

“you’ve always been my muse.”

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Pre-Burned Kabal NSFW alphabet?🙃

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

- He's always going to make sure you're alright and if he didn't hurt you. If you're sore he will run you a warm bubble bath and he will pick you up and you guys would take a warm bath. Which sometimes leads into more sex. But most of the time he loves to hold you close against his body and tell you how much he loves you and how great you were.

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

- This speed demon is a very confident and handsome man and he knows it. So his favorite body part of his is most likely his face, because I mean look at him. That face could seduce you, the way he winks or licks his lower lip.

- He loves your body, he thinks your perfect the way you are but if he hand to chose would have to be your legs. You could wrap them around his waist as he's fucking you and he loves seeing you in knee high socks.

C = Cum (Anything to do with cum basically… I’m a disgusting person)

- He'll cum anywhere, inside of your, in your mouth which is personal favorite, on your body. He's just a very mess boi.

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

- He wants to sneak you into the Black Dragon lair and into his personal room there and just have the dirtiest sex ever. And he wants you to be loud, louder than ever. He wants to piss off the rat bastard of a boss he has... Kano.

E = Experience (How experienced are they? Do they know what they’re doing?)

- He's not going to lie, he's really experience. So he knows what he's doing. He knows how make you cum either if it's with fingers or tonuge. And if it's your first time, he will make sure he's gentle and slow and whisper sweet things.

F = Favourite Position (This goes without saying. Will probably include a visual)

- He loves it when you ride him, the way you move your hips against his. Loves holding onto your hips.

G = Goofy (Are they more serious in the moment, or are they humorous, etc)

- He can be goofy and crack up a few jokes but that's only when he's feeling really playful but he could also be really serious wanting to focus on your pleasure.

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

- He is well groomed since he has pride in his appearance. But he's not going to shave off everything.

I = Intimacy (How are they during the moment, romantic aspect…)

- He isn't going to go all Romeo and Juliet on you but he's going to intimate, when you're dating him he's going to make you feel worth it. But during the moment he loves giving you neck kisses and hold your body close.

J = Jack Off (Masturbation headcanon)

- He masturbates quite often, he never really gets breaks with being in the black dragons. So if will take matters in his own hands. But after meeting you he doesn't need to jack off. But he will do so if you two aren't around each other, but he will make sure to send you a video ;)

K = Kink (One or more of their kinks)

- He's into roleplaying. His personal favorite is when he dresses up as a doctor and your his patient and he loves doing "experiments."

- He's also has a chocking kink, hair pulling, hand cuffs, blindfolds and everything like that.

L = Location (Favourite places to do the do)

- He will literally fuck you anywhere, the bedroom, the kitchen, the shower, in the black dragons lair, the living room, the backseat of his car. But he's favorite is probably the kitchen because he loves sitting you on the kitchen counter as he eats you up.

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

- Seeing you in expensive lingerie he bought you, he just loves seeing all dolled up for and oh if you wear a choker with it he's going to take you right there. Calling him "Daddy" gets him really going.

N = NO (Something they wouldn’t do, turn offs)

- He will never bring you to his missions or fights, he wouldn't know what he would do if you got hurt or killed during a mission.

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

- He loves giving you oral but something about you on your knees and sucking him off makes him feel really good. He will grab a hand full of your hair and push you further down until you gag on his length. But don't get me wrong he loves giving you oral. Watching you squirm around, pulling onto his hair and a moaning mess is something lovely.

P = Pace (Are they fats and rough? Slow and sensual? etc.)

- Depending on his mood, if Kano has pissed him off he's going to go home and pin you to the wall the second he sees you and you're going to have a rough night, but he just needs to let out some steam he will never hurt you. But most of the time he goes slow and sensual. He wants to take his time with you, he wants to feel you around his throbbing member.

Q = Quickie (Their opinions on quickies rather than proper sex, how often, etc.)

- For someone as quick like him, he really doesn't enjoy quickies, he wants to take his time with you and not rush things. But if he has to go on a mission he wouldn't mind a quickly before he leaves.

R = Risk (Are they game to experiment, do they take risks, etc.)

- He's chill with trying out new kinks. So if you want to tie him up and gag him up he will gladly do so. But he will never put in something dangerous or do something that will risk your life.

S = Stamina (How many rounds can they go for, how long do they last…)

- He can usually last 3 or 4 rounds, maybe even 5 rounds if he's really feeling it that day. But each round could go to 40 mins to over an hour. Lots of foreplay.

T = Toy (Do they own toys? Do they use them? On a partner or themselves?)

- If his partner wanted some toys he will gladly buy some. But I mean come on what can a piece of plastic do that he can't.

U = Unfair (how much they like to tease)

- He's a huge tease!! Loves teasing throughout the whole day. And not give you any sexual relief until the end of the day.

V = Volume (How loud they are, what sounds they make)

- A few moans and grunts, mostly whispering sweet or dirty things to you. Telling you that you feel great around him. He will occasionally let out a few loud moans.

W = Wild Card (Get a random headcanon for the character of your choice)

- When he wakes up first he will gladly get a delicious breakfast, so he will go under the covers and pull down your underwear and dive in for breakfast.

X = X-Ray (Let’s see what’s going on in those pants, picture or words)

- He's a little above average, and he's thick so he fills up just right.

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

- It's very high, you guys are always fucking like rabbits. And it's to the point where is pisses off Kano because he's busy with you instead of doing work. But morning sex, afternoon sex, night sex, birthday sex, halloween sex and etc.

Z = ZZZ (… how quickly they fall asleep afterwards)

- He makes sure you're alright before he falls asleep. And once you're alseep he will soon quickly pass out.

#kabal #kabal x reader #kabal mortal kombat #mortal kombat x reader #mortal kombat #mk11 #mk11 x reader #mk x reader

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seostudios · 4 years

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on your knees doll: jungwoo

"C’mon on your knees doll, we just started."

masterlist

pairing: kim jungwoo x fem!reader

genre: smut, fluff, attempted crack

word count: 2k

warnings: unprotected sex (always wear a condom!), thigh riding, oral (giving), hair pulling, pet names, creampie, swearing, explicit language

taglist: @tastyykpop @aestheticfarquad @bakugou-is-my-bae @sancheezz-it @bbyggukies @beinglovedbyme @asahivillage @chqyoung @labelleetoilex3 @subtaetae @laziilia @mayaczennie @seowoos @tzuqui @jenotation @sharamanne @ncexst @commentgirl @luvyeo @nanassungie @runningonkpop @straysrachaa @miniaturealienllamahumanoid @lovehendery @chicksung @sqturnstqrs @neobluemings @hyenekuroo @kpoporacle

a/n: yall....this wasn’t as filthy as i intended but i hope u guys get off to this :3

It was Thursday evening and you had just arrived back home to your shared apartment with your boyfriend, Jungwoo. He had the week off due to a leak at his workplace, his boss decided to give his entire institute a week off rather than resort to online work since it was too much work to do in such little time. Nevertheless, Jungwoo wanted to be ahead of his work catching up on some filing and organizing his drawers in your in-home office, it wasn't necessary since Jungwoo was one of the most outstanding employees at his 9-5 job. You decided to let him do whatever pleased him since you still had work and everyday tasks outside of work since you were quite a social person within your tiny group of friends.

Hanging your purse on the coat rack and taking off your heels, sliding them beside the coat rack. You wore a knee-length black pencil skirt which hugged your body just perfectly always topping it with a button-up white dress shirt and your hair in a slick low bun, managing to look irresistible in normal work attire, although you were nice eye candy for your M.I.A boyfriend- you were suffering in these clothes quickly moving into your shared bedroom to change into pajamas after a short shower.

Finally making your way back out of the bedroom you rock a matching pair of satin pajamas which Jungwoo picked out for you, and you remember exactly why, they were sexy and comfortable not to mention easy access to some not so kid-friendly areas. Your hair was in a high messy bun, small strands you purposely pulled to the front to get the cute messy bun look and succeeding, moving into the kitchen you grab the kettle to pour some hot water in to make yourself and Jungwoo some tea.

ding

Looking across the kitchen counter to your device you see a message from Jungwoo 'Are you home darling?' smiling at his concern you message him back 'Been home babe. I'm making us tea, why don't you come out of your cave you hermit.' clicking send you almost immediately hear the doorknob to his office turn and a disheveled boy walking out. His hair was pointing out in multiple directions not to mention his awfully adorable tired face walking towards you who was just finishing up making the tea. He comes towards you not muttering even a word before pulling you into his embrace, pulling away his shoulders sag and he groans, "I'm so busy god I hate work." He says sighing in defeat, "I'm supposed to be saying that, you have the week off sir." You tell him poking his chest emphasizing the 'you'.

"So? I'm behind on a couple of projects and Taeil's gonna kick my ass if he doesn't see those by the end of the month." Sipping your tea you listen to his little ranting session which kind of made no sense. 'by the end of the month' It's September 3rd how big is this project? "Is it a big project?" You ask confused tilting your head, he shakes his head no continuing "It's just an event Johnny and I need to make flyers for," You chuckle at him complaining over such little things. "Alright go work you big baby," You tell Jungwoo turning him around with his teacup pushing him lightly towards his office.

Reading the time on your phone screen you quietly gasp, it was 11:56 and he still wasn't in bed. He needs sleep and you are an Interior Designer so helping him with his little flyers isn't gonna be too much of a task.

You pull the thick bed sheets over your body and waddle out the bedroom door to Jungwoo's office door, will he get mad at me? you thought hesitating to turn the doorknob. Ignoring your thoughts you twist it walking into the boy whose eyes were typing away at the computer in front of him.

With the door creek breaking the silence in the dimly lit room Jungwoo looks up to your tiny figure at the frame. Already knowing your concern, he begins, "I know, I know I should be in bed." You walk around his desk, Jungwoo's eyes glued to your canvas, more so your little getup for the night, moving his hands from the keyboard he places them behind his head still watching as you slid yourself onto his lap, straddling onto the boy. Your legs trapping him on either side of his thighs, hands creeping their way to the base of his neck. "Come to bed." are the first words you breath after entering and the only words you breath before digging yourself into the crook of his neck yawning tiredly. He gives into your tight grasp holding you back for a moment before he continued typing away.

You open your eyes, feeling a little groggy from the power nap you just invested in on Jungwoo's lap. Your eyelids are heavy, thoughts are hazy but you still hear that god damn typing, it was probably 2 in the morning knowing Jungwoo had the tendency to overwork himself not realizing the time. Lifting your head up from his neck you stretch, arching your back, arms casually going up. You caress Jungwoo's chest lightly before placing them on his nape, "You still up," you pout watching his gaze on you soften, though he finds your adorable he's focused on finishing his work "I'm busy." He told you hands reaching to casually graze your inner thigh, such simple actions woke you up in a whole new way. "Please," you beg, bouncing slightly on his lap like the brat you were, quietly hissing at your movements he moves his hands which were massaging your inner thighs to your hips gripping them securely making sure you don't pull another trick like that, his eyes were different now. Soft dark chocolate orbs staring into you, "Y/n," he began, "I'm. Busy." Strictly telling you - possibly warning you - not to play any games.

You quit knowing not to get him mad but the feeling in the pit of your core still aches to get him all riled up. Imagining him bending you over on this office table, ramming his cock into your tight hole, going up to pull your messy bun which would just be falling apart, telling you what a dirty slut you were to be pulling this on him. The thoughts clouded over you a new sinister smirk dancing along your lips. Head going back to his neck; him assuming you were going to get more sleep, relaxes his grip on you just to tighten it back when he feels your wet lips placing open-mouthed, sloppy kissing on his neck. Hearing Jungwoo's soft grunts and feeling his hands going to roughly grab your ass.

"Get up."

Here you were standing between Jungwoo's legs waiting for his next words. "I want you," he paused to look over behind you, to his laptop making sure to close it and slide it to the side. He sits back down on his seat, pushing it back, spreading his legs, "I want you to beg," looking down at his erect member just begging to be released from his bottoms. "Beg like the slut you are, beg for my cock and maybe you can get a taste." You walk over and straddle your self on top of his thigh, the thin satin material of your bottoms doing a poor job of covering you up exposing your core to him slightly from your leg hole. Hands reaching up and under his thin t-shirt you caress his toned stomach, "I need your cock, please. I'm so wet all from you and for you," You grind on his thighs causing you to moan at the contact of your clothed clit on his thigh, Jungwoo watches intently. His hands make their way to the waistband of your shorts tugging them signalling you to take them off. You quickly shift off him and slide them down to your ankles sliding them somewhere away from you two, "No panties?"He questions looking at you, staring into his dark eyes, "I want to ride you thigh Jungwoo," you request. Patting his clothed thigh, he watches you straddle, grabbing your hips he forces your movements, already at a fast pace. "Jung-Fuck," You quietly moan using his broad shoulders to keep balance. His grip loosened as you continued the same pace while his thumb went to stimulate your clit, abusing it. Soon enough you reached your high having him help you ride through it, now panting you still sit on his thigh, "C’mon on your knees doll, we just started." He commanded, watching your eyes widen shining slightly."What?"he says hand snaking its way around your throat, "Weren't you just begging for my cock like a whore? Get on your knees and show me you deserve it."He was so fucking hot. His hand made its was way from your throat to the crumbling messy bun gripping your hair pushing you off his thigh to on your knees in front of him. His fingers traced the wet spot on his thigh, "So messy," he told you kissing his teeth before lifting off his seat a little to remove his bottoms which caused his (big) length to pop out onto his stomach, hard and oozing of precum. Begging to be sucked.

Taking his cock into your hands, you rub your thumb over his red tip spreading his pre-cum all over, before latching your mouth onto it sucking it teasingly. "Use that pretty mouth properly before I make you," Jungwoo threatened. Sinking your mouth onto his member you bring a hand to fondle with his balls, receiving a growl from the boy who's was staring into your eyes, not breaking the eye contact you held while you sucked him dry. Removing your mouth, you rub his length, spitting on it you kiss his inner thigh a couple of times then lick a stripe up his cock before taking it in once again. "I'm gonna- Fuck I'm gonna fucking cum," He tells you twitching in your mouth as if you weren't aware. He pulls your head up turns you around, "I'm not gonna cum in your mouth," he tells you. "I'm gonna cum in that pretty little hole," Pulling the hem of your shirt he watches you strip of your only remaining clothing before bending you over on the desk. His hand made its way to slip his tee off, throwing it god knows where. Grazing his hand up your arched back going to grip your ass, "Always bothering me when I work cause' your such a cockslut."Roughly slipping into your hole you moan aloud"Yes! I'm your cockslut Jung-" His hand moves to grip your hair pulling your head up making you whine not being able to finish your sentence, thrusting in and out you hear him mutter multiple curse words and the skin slapping bringing you closer to your high.

"I'm cumming! Jungwoo! Argh- Shit!"You moan which makes Jungwoo bend over and bring his hand over to your clit, abusing it bringing you, even more, closer than you were to your orgasm."Me too," he breaths biting your earlobe, listening to your whines as you came.

You feel Jungwoo twitch in you a couple times before he coated your walls with his juices, pulling out for a moment watching his liquid drip from your pussy, down your thighs. You get up to move but he pushes you back down, “If you think cumming twice is it for you tonight, you’re in for it tonight doll.” He tells you gripping the nape of your neck.

By, the time Jungwoo was finished using you as a cum dump the sun was already starting to rise. "We took our sweet time didn't we?" You said redoing your messy bun and changing into a pair of shorts and Jungwoo's t-shirt, "We really did," he laughed but paused to think in between before popping a question, "Don't you have work?" He asked looking at you with evident concern. You nod but let him know you could just not go in today and the two of you could spend some quality time together, "Yes I'd love that." He told you hugging you tightly "Now let's go to bed, you big baby." He whines at the nickname but follows behind you to bed.

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werejusttouchingeachother · 5 years

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Yes, Sir

Req: Yesterday I was really desperate to be in the middle of a sekai sandwich, and honestly? I still am🥵

Pairing: Reader x Sehun x Kai

Genre: smut(m) + CEO!au

Words: 3007

Tags: slight derogatory kinks, sir kink, anal, dp

A/N: To the anon who requested this, 1. I love you and 2. Please let me know what you think!

A two-months-long internship at one of the most reputed modelling agencies was nerve-wracking enough. When you’d been accepted for your summer programme at O&K Models, you’d expected to be getting coffee for a bunch of snobby models who wore Gucci and ate like birds.

What you hadn’t prepared yourself for was to be working alongside the CEOs and making coffee for them: Oh Sehun and Kim Kai.

The duo complemented each other perfectly—Sehun was always fun and charming, teasing and flirting with you any chance he got while Kai was more of a reserved, quieter boss who only spoke when absolutely necessary with a gaze intense enough that you couldn’t look at him for too long without your mouth suddenly going dry.

But then you’d caught him gazing at you. What were mere glances had turned into blatant staring during meetings and slow smirks when he saw the blush creep up your face as he refused to look away, lingering touches on your elbow or arm when he wanted to talk to you, always gazing deeply into your eyes when you narrated his schedule in a way that made you forget what you were even saying in the first place and had you scrambling for words.

You’d assumed you were just overthinking it or reading too much into something that wasn’t there but then one night when you’d drove back to the office headquarters because you’d accidentally taken the list of models for the upcoming Fall Fashion Week along with your files, you’d ran into Kim Kai at the copier room.

“Mr. Kim,” you blurted, eyes wide as you froze where you were standing. You hadn’t bothered switching on the lights since you just needed to switch off the machine and leave but now Kim Kai stood at the door, arms crossed and a perfect eyebrow arched high.

How the hell does he look so attractive even in semi-darkness?

The streetlights from outside cast a slight blue glow into the small room with its closed blinds, the light somehow illuminating the side of his face.

“What are you doing here? It’s way past your office hours, Y/N,” he says softly, his voice sounding louder than you’d ever heard it due to the silence surrounding you.

Your breath caught slightly at your name falling from those plush lips—never had he called you by your first name in the entire three weeks you had worked here. It was always ‘Intern’ and he’d left the nicknames and terms of endearment to Sehun who creatively exploited it thoroughly.

“I, uh.” You cleared your throat as you tried to recall why you were here. Fashion Week. The list. “Right, I took the shortlist of the models for next week’s show along with my files by mistake and left some copies here that I forgot to throw out. I’ve kept the list back at Mr. Byun’s desk so don’t worry, I’ll just be on my way now.”

You forced a polite smile and strode forward to the door, fully expecting him to move. When he stayed still, a teasing lilt to his lips and intense gaze focused on you as you stood awkwardly in front of him, you hesitated before lifting your eyes to look at him.

Because the only other alternative was to stare straight ahead at his chest where the white shirt was stretched across the broadness of it since his arms were crossed, looking like the button would pop off any second.

“Do I intimidate you, Y/N?” Kai asked, his voice low and husky in a way that made your stomach flip.

You licked your lips nervously and immediately regretted it because that just made his gaze fall on your mouth. Your breath caught in your throat and Kai uncrossed his arms, burying his hands into his pockets and stepping forward so that you now had to tilt your head up to look at him.

“Answer me, Y/N,” He said in a tone that was demanding and authoritative in the way it usually was but for some reason was extremely turning you on right now.

Kai prodded, “Are you scared of me?”

You swallow, the sound echoing slightly as you finally manage to mutter, “I’m not scared, Mr. Kim. Maybe a little intimidated.”

He cocks an eyebrow in surprise at your reply, leaning forward. You can’t seem to breathe at the close proximity and from the mischievous twinkle in his eyes, you know he can tell.

“What are you intimidated by?” He steps forward, making you take a step back in surprise. “The fact that I’m your boss?” Another step, you take one back. “My looks?” Another step. “The way I look at you?”

You’re pressed up against the copier machine now, your hands behind you and clutching the edge of the machine for dear life as you look up at him.

“Y/N.” You blink at the sheer command in his voice, feeling your heart jolt.

“Yes,” you answer weakly, your heart hammering in your chest hard enough that you were sure he could hear it.

“You smile easily around Sehun,” Kai cocks an eyebrow challengingly, his hands suddenly rising to grip the same edge you were basically hanging off, his arms now encaging you between him and the machine.

“But you get nervous around me,” he continues, his voice a low rumble that made your toes curl. “You flirt with him all the time but you can barely look at me. I’m getting mixed signals here, Y/N. Do you like me more or not?”

Oh my god.

Your mouth had parted open sometime when he’d been talking, feeling slightly speechless as you blinked at him. What was he doing? Was this a confession or was he just playing with you?

You didn’t care, to be honest. He was making you nervous as hell but you would have never imagined that in a throng full of top-notch male and female models, Kim Kai would have taken interest in you.

A part of you couldn’t believe it. It felt like a fever dream, like if you closed your eyes tight enough or pinched yourself, you’d wake up and be in your car, driving back to your apartment.

Although Kai always got your stomach tightening with even the slightest glance, having him at such a close proximity right now where you feel the warmth of his breath fan across your face, surrounded by the musky perfume he wore, you felt like you were on the edge. He was so so close and yet, he wasn’t touching you. You’re certain that if he even laid a finger on you at this point, you’d melt into a puddle from the sexual tension that was suffocating you in the stuffy dark room.

And then, he said in the softest huskiest whisper:

“If I kiss you, Y/N, will you stop me?”

A short breath of disbelief leaves your lips involuntarily as your eyes widen at him. You still can’t seem to form a coherent thought that you can articulate so you do the next best thing.

You act on instinct and cock your head, gingerly pressing your lips to his.

And that’s all it takes.

It’s as if you unleashed a beast—Kai is immediately grabbing you roughly to him, pulling you flush against the length of his body as he devours your mouth hungrily. You moan into the kiss, your knees buckling and nearly collapsing in his arms as he holds you tightly, pressing you against the copier. You clutch at the lapels of his jacket, feeling overwhelmed in the best possible way as he slips his tongue inside your mouth.

Kai’s hands are rough on you as he grips your hips, roughly sitting you atop the copier machine. You hear it creak threateningly and you freeze, clenching your thighs as you pull away from him.

“It can’t hold my weight,” you breathe heavily, eyes wide as you try to not put too much pressure but Kai’s hands are already shimmying your skirt up, not bothered by your concerns.

He stops for a second as he stares at your thighs, hands atop the black lace thigh-highs you were wearing.

“Fuck, you’re so sexy,” he groans as his fingers reach higher and slip under the waistband of your matching lace panties. You hold your breath as you lift your ass from the machine to help him quickly yank it down your legs, his own foot lifting to stamp the thin suspended garment between your ankles and kick it aside.

He leaves the black stockings on, his hands roughly grabbing your knees to spread your thighs open before one hand reaches up. Your back arches at his impatience as you feel his fingers on your pussy—you think you’re probably slick with arousal and one look at the lust-crazed gaze in Kai’s eyes is enough to confirm that you were.

You don’t expect him to not hesitate, already quickly inserting a long digit inside your dripping entrance and curling it over your clit in a way that had you making filthy noises as you moaned, “Sir, I—”

His hand suddenly came to the back of your head, fisting around your hair to yank your head back so you could look at him.

“Call me that again,” he growls and you comply immediately, whimpering ‘Sir’ over and over again as he grabs your waist roughly and lifts you up. He’s yanked down his pants and underwear and when he holds you up in his arms, you can feel his erection against your wet entrance as you wrap your thighs around his slender waist.

“I want to see all of you in light so bad,” he grunts as he looks at you. “And touch and kiss every inch of your body until you’re begging for me to fuck you but I can’t wait right now.”

“God, please, just fuck me,” you groan as you slide your arms around his neck and feel his hands grip the flesh of your ass tightly.

“Wanna rephrase that?” Kai asks with an eyebrow cocked and you decide to play dirty, wrapping your hands around the back of his head, burying your fingers in his luscious locks as you press your forehead against his.

Lips on his, you plead with as much desperation as you felt, “Please just fuck me, Sir.”

Kai’s growl is absolutely feral as he slides his dick over your slit, collecting your fluids before pushing inside your pussy. You moan loudly as his hands control you—sliding you down over his length until you’re stuffed full of him. You bury your head in his shoulder as Kai bounces you up and down, the head of his erection brushing against your G-spot repeatedly in a way that had you screaming louder with each thrust.

In fact, you’re so loud that you don’t even hear the door open behind you until light spills into the room, illuminating the beads of sweat of Kai’s forehead and that’s when you realise Sehun was at the door, frowning.

“Kai, I swear to god.” You look over to see him rolling his eyes as he yanks his sleeves to his elbows, already unbuckling his belt. “I can’t believe you started without me.”

You’re breathing hard as the sudden reality sets into you—Sehun had just walked into the copier room where you and Kai were fucking like animals and he was quickly undressing as if to join you.

The realisation washing over your features makes Kai smirk up at you, the same dangerous smirk he’d had since he entered this damn room.

“You never did answer me, Y/N,” He says with a mocking tint to his voice and you’re whimpering now as he has slowed his thrusts. “Do you like me or Sehun more?”

You hear Sehun scoff at your back and you feel your stomach twist—either with the impending orgasm or the fact that Sehun was most likely removing his clothes behind you.

“That’s hardly fair,” he comments and his voice is closer now. Goosebumps rise on the back of your neck as you feel cool fingers on your hips suddenly, teasingly drawing over the curve of your ass.

“How about we both come inside her so it’ll be easier for her to decide?” Sehun’s playful nibble on your ear at the end of his filthy question makes you moan softly, arching your head back until you’re leaning back against his broad chest.

“Faster, Kai,” you’re whispering as you feel the orgasm that had been so close that you could almost see it, was now slipping quickly away from you.

“What’d you call me?” Kai grunts and you can’t even find it in yourself to call him ‘sir’ again, not when there was a growing frustration eating at you from your denied release. You felt Sehun’s chest pressed up against your back, his arms coming around you to hold you up until you were sandwiched between the duo.

“Patience, baby,” Sehun grinned and you gasped as you felt his long erection against your ass. Kai pulls out, arms still holding you up and you moan as Sehun moves his length all over you, collecting both your fluids and coating himself in it. You gasp loudly as you feel him push himself into your pussy, his length filling you in a way Kai didn’t and the feeling is so new and pleasurable that your eyes roll back in your head.

“Fuck, you’re wet,” Sehun mutters as he thrusts slowly inside you.

“Like a slut,” Kai agrees, making your pussy clench at the term and Sehun groans as he feels it.

“You like that, don’t you?” Sehun grins, pulling out and making you whine in protest. He pumps himself a few times and then you feel the wet spongy head suddenly push against your anal opening.

“Oh my God,” you gasped, eyes shooting wide open as you clutched onto Kai’s shoulders.

“Don’t worry, babe, I got you,” Sehun mutters reassuringly as he kisses the nape of your neck. “Trust us and just relax for me.”

You bury your head in Kai’s shoulder as Sehun painstakingly slowly pushes himself inside you, inch by inch. The slight sting of pain shifts into an indescribable pleasure as he stretches you out fully, his length making you feel like you were stuffed full. It wasn’t enough—you needed him to thrust.

“Se—oh my—Kai,” you broke into a high-pitched wail as Kai pushed himself inside your pussy. Your chest was heaving as you gasped, feeling him enter your tight walls that were stretching to accommodate him. Kai’s hands gripped your ass then, filling you to the hilt so you could feel his balls nestled against your pussy as both their dicks stuffed you completely full, your body suspended between them as they held you up.

“Oh god, I’m so full,” you mewled, tears stinging your eyes at the overwhelming sensations rushing through your body as you leaned your head back against Sehun.

“Shh, you’re doing great,” Sehun soothed you, kissing your throat. Kai was watching your face closely, no words of comfort from him but you could see the concern in his eyes. He suddenly leaned his head forward and you closed your eyes as you felt his tongue dart out and catch the tear rolling down your cheek.

And then both men began moving.

You whimpered as they found a rhythm, thrusting in and out of you as the lost orgasm quickly came back a vengeance, growing to a height that had your head spinning as they both fucked you fast and rough.

Your bodies were pressed up against each other, echoes of skin slapping surrounding you, the smell of sweat and arousal thick in the air while they both pounded into you mercilessly. You’d never had two men at once and definitely not ones with such impressive lengths and girth.

Your words were barely decipherable, moans and groans of their names as you felt the tightening in your lower abdomen, your heart pounding as they brought you closer to the high you so desperately wanted.

“I’m gonna come,” you panted, feeling your walls convulse in a tell-tale sign that you were close. “I’m gonna come, oh my—”

Kai slammed his mouth against yours, swallowing your scream as you came around his length. It immediately set off their orgasms as you felt Kai shoot his cum deep inside your pussy and Sehun came shortly after. Your body was trembling as thick spurt after spurt of cum shot filled both your holes, filling you up until you could feel it leaking over their dicks and dripping down the curve of your ass.

You collapsed in between their bodies, arms hanging limply off Kai’s as you tried to catch your breath. Kai slowly pulled out, holding your legs since he knew very well that you probably couldn’t feel them and most definitely couldn’t stand right now.

Sehun held you up by your waist too, his dick growing soft in your pussy and you could faintly feel the thick cream spill down in trickles on your thighs, completely ruining your stockings. Both Sehun and Kai stare at your legs as if mesmerised by the contrast of the white against the black.

“Damn, Y/N,” Sehun breathed, softly chuckling. “You did so well. I’m so proud of you, babe.”

“Not yet,” you heard Kai say, making you fully open your eyes to look at him as he pulled his pants back on. “I meant what I said about the light. I want to fuck you properly—not in a dark small copier room. In the light, in all positions and surfaces of our house. Think you can handle that, slut?”

Say no. Your body is exhausted and you can’t even feel your limbs, you’re sticky with tears and sweat and cum and you’re most probably sore from that rough delicious fucking, don’t you dare—

You licked your lips, leaning back against Sehun’s shoulder to smile at Kai as you say, “Yes, sir.”

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ghost-kitty · 4 years

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PLS PLS PLS DOM/SUB LAWLU ILL LOVE U FOREVER HUGS N SMOOCHES THX UR AMAZINGGGGG

Me: I want these prompts to be short, maybe 1000-1500 words

Also me: *writes 3500 words of p*rn...

RITI THIS IS ALL YOUR FAULT!!! BUT I LOVE YOU AND I HOPE YOU’LL LIKE IT EVEN THOUGH WRITER’S BLOCK IS STILL HITTING HARD *cries*

Bellamy grins at him through the screen of his laptop, wiping his sweaty forehead and smearing it red with his bloody hands. What an idiot.

“We got all the information we need out of him boss,” he says proudly as if he actually accomplished something big. Law holds himself back from rolling his eyes; if the idiot thinks he will get praised for something as basic as getting information out of a poor bastard with torture, well then he's definitely talking to the wrong person.

“What should we do with him? Kill him?”

He taps his index finger lightly against his lips in thought but before he can answer he gets distracted by a soft noise; a desperate little whine. Taking a sip of his whiskey he leans back in his office chair to look down to his feet.

A smirk soon appears on his lips as he takes in the sight in front of his eyes.

Luffy is sitting on his knees by Law's feet, hands tied behind his back with a silk ribbon and ball gag still placed firmly in his mouth.

He looks delicious like this.

Normally Law doesn’t like gagging him; he enjoys his needy moans way too much. But now and again it’s fun to play with him like this. Especially since Luffy gets so adorably frustrated when he’s not able to shout Law’s name for the whole mansion to hear.

And Law loves it too. However, he has been a bad boy; forgetting to watch his tongue once again. Bad boys don’t get what they want.

Completely ignoring Bellamy on the other end of the video call, he eyes his little pet up and down. The choice of sexy underwear has been a fantastic idea, if he may say so himself.

The teen looks absolutely ravishing in the white lingerie set. Everything from the little bralette to the panties and the garter belt - that looks more like a very short skirt - is made out of ruffled chiffon. The thigh highs match in colour aswell, as do the included choker with the leash attached to it.

He looks perfect. Cute and innocent; as if Law hasn't tainted him in every way possible already.

“Get rid of him,” he finally answers bellamy’s question, eyes not once leaving Luffy’s.

Law licks his lips as he admires his pretty face painted white with his cum from the blowjob earlier.

What a beautiful sight.

They’ve been at this for at least three hours already; with Luffy sitting at Law’s feet like a good boy while he gets some work done. He hasn’t let Luffy cum yet while he on the other hand got to shoot his load twice; the first time down his toys throat and the second time all over his pretty tear-stained face. He really looks too good with Law’s cum all over him…

The thought alone makes him harden in his pants again. He smirks, it’s time for the next round.

Luffy on the other hand seems to be done with the game Law is playing. He glares up at the older man, brown eyes piercing him with an intense stare.

Now that’s not a good pet at all.

To remind him who exactly is in control here, Law tugs at the leash in his hand.

He tugs hard enough that Luffy’s upper body jerks forward. With his arms tied behind his back he fails to hold his balance and almost topples over if it weren’t for Law’s legs preventing him from kissing the floor

“Be a good boy,” he scolds but can’t help but chuckle at Luffy’s angry expression.

Bellamy clears his throat, forcing Law’s attention back on him. It’s a good thing that he can’t see Luffy on the floor. Good for him or else Law would have to gouge his eyes out…

“Make sure to get rid of his body properly,” he says and with that he ends the call. His erection is throbbing painfully and he can imagine more fun things to do than to make sure that his henchmen are doing their job right. So much more fun things…

Luffy tries to say something through the ball gag and earns himself a slap on his cheek. Not hard enough to hurt him, but hard enough to feel the sting. He feels how warm the skin gets as he gently caresses it with his thumb, humiliating the boy even further.

He lets out a soft whine, fresh tears springing to his eyes but Law can feel his little cock twitch against his leg.

What a good little whore he is, enjoying to be treated like a worthless dog.

“Why so impatient doll?” he asks with a smirk, patting his thigh, “be a good little pet and come sit in my lap.”

Luffy gets up from floor immediately and climbs into his lap like he was told.

Good boy.

With his index, he softly brushes over Luffy’s erection, making the boy shudder in his lap. “Want me to remove this?” he asks while slightly tugging at the gag.

The teen nods vigorously and Law feels generous. He reaches behind his head to undo the buckle and removes the ball. Luffy starts coughing weakly. Tears stream down his cheeks and fuck he looks so unbelievably sexy; Law’s pants are getting tighter by the second. “You don’t like being gagged baby?”

When Luffy doesn’t answer Law grabs a fistful of his black hair and jerks his head back forcefully. The choked out scream sounds like an angel’s choir to the older man’s ear.

Grip still firmly in Luffy’s hair he goes to undo his slacks with his free hand, cock springing free and standing proudly against his stomach.

Luffy’s gaze wanders down to Law’s dick, eyes full with desire. What a perfect little cock-slut – fuck!

“But you love to get your mouth stuffed full with my cock, don’t you.” It’s not even a question. Law knows exactly how much the boy loves to choke on his dick. With his oral fixation he comes easily just from Law’s length shoved down his throat.

Fuck, once again he is reminded just how fucking perfect Luffy is for him.

“Law please,” he begs sweetly, “I don’t want to wait any longer… please fuck me already!”

Finally letting go of his hair, Law tugs at the leash again. “Oh? You don’t want to wait any longer yeah?” he asks mockingly, “want me to bend you over my desk and fuck you stupid? Hm, that’s it right? You want me fill your slutty little hole to the brim with my fat cock and fuck you hard and fast.”

Luffy moans his agreement, subconsciously rocking his hips to get a little bit of release at least.

The tattooed smirks and tugs on the leash again. “Well I have news for you baby boy: this is not about what you want. Now tell me; who’s the one holding the leash baby.”

“Y-you,” he stammers meekly.

“Exactly. And that makes you what?”

“Y-your… your p-pet…”

Gently he pats the teen’s cheek; smiling softly, satisfied with the answer. “See, you can be such a good boy.” Leaning in he whispers against Luffy’s lips: “Good boys get rewards.”

Luffy melts against him as soon as their lips meet. He’s so weak for kisses, it’s adorable.

“So fucking pretty baby,” he mutters, “now, what do I want to do with you…”

His tattooed hands wander to Luffy’s thighs, groping at the exposed skin right above the thigh highs. He pulls at the garter and lets it snap back against his skin.

“Fuck you look so sexy. So sexy for me darling.” Soon he lets his hands wander down to his butt, the soft skin feeling just right in his hands. He kneads the plump butt for a moment, enjoying all the noises coming from Luffy.

“Want to ride my cock, baby?”

He nods, letting out another desperate whine as Law suddenly pulls his cheeks apart - moving the panties to the side aswell - to tug at the butt plug inside of him. “This not enough?”

“N-no! N-not enough! Please… your cock… please!”

Law huffs. “Filthy slut.” The boy shudders at the insult and Law grins. “You really love my cock, huh?”

“Yes! Yes… love it, love it! Law fuck me, please!”

Without a warning whatsoever, Law removes the plug from his slick, lubed up hole and tosses it on the floor. He grabs Luffy’s thighs to hoist him up in the air and line himself up with the teen’s gaping entrance. He cries out Law’s name when he enters him in one swift motion, stuffing his tight little ass to the brim.

“Now be a good little toy for me and ride my cock.”

Without further instructions, Luffy obeys and starts bouncing up and down Law’s length, squeezing him oh so perfectly. “H-hah… Law… oh god! S-so big!”

Law pulls on the leash again, bringing Luffy’s face closer to crash their lips together. Licking his lips he demands for the boy to open his mouth. He, of course, gives in easily and lets Law slip his tongue inside his hot mouth. He licks into it greedily; his own taste still lingering on the younger’s tongue.

They have to part for air soon and Law stops to admire the boy in his lap. The lingerie looks delicious on him, even more so with the debauched look on his pretty face. He’s a mess of tears, cum and drool.

A fucking masterpiece is what he is.

“Good boy,” he praises and Luffy picks up the speed of his movements. He takes Law’s huge cock easily, lifting himself up until only the tip is inside of him and then slams down until his full length is nestled balls-deep inside of him again.

“Please,” he begs, “L-ahh p-please… let me touch… hah… you.”

His speech is slurred and his legs are trembling. With his panties already drenched in pre-cum, Law decides to have mercy with the teen. He frees his little cock and starts to pump him lazily, all while Luffy continues to fuck himself on Law’s dick.

“Hngh… s-so close… hah… please…”

Oh no, that won’t do.

He pulls on the leash – hard – making him fall forwards into Law’s chest. He whines helplessly, being completely at Law’s mercy, yet his ass continues to bounce up and down on the cock inside of him.

“If you cum now,” Law growls, “you will get punished.”

Luffy buries his face in the crook of Law’s neck and sobs: “P-Please…!”

“Do you understand?”

When Luffy only nods his head weakly against Law’s neck, he grips his hair again and yanks his head back. In his deep voice he growls: “You answer me if I ask you a question! Or do you rather not want to talk, huh? Is it that? You want me to gag you again?”

Luffy lets out a sob, a pathetic little sound, and shakes his head as much as he can manage with Law's tight grip holding him in place. “N-no! Please Law… I’m s-sorry…”

“Yeah? You’re going to be a good boy for me?”

“Yes! I-I’m a good boy f-for you!”

Suddenly Law grabs his butt, digs his fingers into the soft flesh, making Luffy mewl in protest when he lifts him off his cock. He stands up from his chair and puts Luffy back down on the floor where he stands on wobbly legs, knees almost giving out under his weight.

The older man moves his laptop aswell as a few important documents to the side before he slams Luffy face first down onto the desk. With one hand he pushes his face down on the varnished wood while the other is busy groping his butt. He spreads his cheeks and lets out a whistle at the sight.

“Look at that slutty hole,” he chuckles, “it’s twitching. Miss my cock already?”

Before the teen can answer, Law lets go off him completely and takes a step back to give himself some room to admire his toy. His cock feels neglected, missing the tight heat around him, so he wraps his hand around the shaft and starts to sloppily jerk himself off to the erotic picture in front of him.

Luffy lets out a needy moan and wiggles his ass in the air. He holds himself up on his tippy-toes on shaky legs. Law is sure he wouldn’t be able to support his own weight were it not for his upper body to lie flat on the wooden desk.

He looks beautiful; skin glistening with sweat, his black hair a mess and the cute white lingerie a beautiful contrast to how lewd he actually looks.

“Law… please!”

The older man clicks his tongue. “God you’re such a filthy little whore. Acting as if you’re dying without my cock deep inside your ass. Are you that desperate?”

“Y-yes,” he admits with a sob, “n-need it. Need your cock. Please!”

How could he say no to Luffy’s sweet begging?

Quickly Law lines himself up with his greedily fluttering hole and pushes his whole length in with one swift snap of his hips, making the teen moan out his name like it’s a prayer.

Oh, Law definitely is his god and lucky for his little pet, he intends to listen to Luffy’s prayers.

He starts fucking him hard and fast, exactly how he likes it, making sure to hit the sweet spot inside of him with every thrust. He grunts when Luffy tightens up even more, fucking into him even harder. “Fuck you’re so tight baby, feels so good! Aren’t you a perfect slut for me?”

Luffy is panting heavily, his small body being pushed forward with every snap of Law’s hips. It must hurt, the older thinks briefly, the way his skin grazes against the desk. However; from the blissed out look on his face, he doesn’t seem to mind at all.

Law has a firm grip on the younger’s waist, gripping the flesh so hard it will probably leaves bruises for Law to admire the next day. He loves to leave his marks all over his body, making sure that everyone knows Luffy is his and his alone!

“How is it baby boy?” he purrs, leaning forward and blanketing his body with his own much larger one. He nibbles on the boy’s ear, not slowing down his harsh thrusts, and then moves down to his neck; deciding that he needs a few marks there too. “Do you like it to get fucked open by my cock baby?”

“God yes,” Luffy all but screams. His voice sounds hoarse from how hard he got his throat fucked earlier. It makes his sweet moans even sexier. “P-please Law… it’s so good… hahh… your c-cock feels so good! I-I want to cum… god please Law let me cum…!”

The teen begs and sobs, tears flowing freely down his red cheeks. Law kisses them away before capturing his swollen lips for a passionate kiss. It’s almost gentle – for his standard it sure is – but his thrusts are incredibly rough.

Sometimes while fucking Luffy, he thinks he will break him; that there has to be a point for the teen where he just can’t take it anymore. But Luffy keeps surprising him; he never asks Law to slow down or to stop. He just keeps fucking taking it – hell – he even demands Law to give him more.

It’s almost making him dizzy how perfect Luffy is for him...

Only when it comes to sex of course, he quickly adds to his own thought. For Law there doesn’t exist anything else outside of a sexual relationship.

Law rises to his full height again to thrust deeper and harder into the mess that is Luffy.

He growls: “Yeah? Then cum for me baby!”

As soon as the command is spoken, Luffy comes undone on Law’s cock, spilling his hot seed on the expensive wood. He’ll get a punishment for this later but right now Law couldn’t care less. His vision turns blurry for a few seconds when Luffy tightens even more around him during his orgasm, almost as if he tries to suck in more of Law’s dick when he’s already stuffed full. What a slut…

Luffy goes slack after he comes down from his high, basking in his afterglow as he lies limply on the desk, still getting pushed forward from Law’s hard thrusts.

Arousal rushes hot through his veins; he’s close too but not ready to let the fun end just yet.

Luffy slowly comes back into reality. He whimpers softly as Law keeps fucking him past his orgasm to the point of overstimulation. Drool drips down his chin as he cries and whines: “Law… ahh Law please! N-no more! ‘s too much… hah… please!”

The soft pleas turn him on even more and he picks up his pace, fucking him even harder.

He grabs Luffy by the hair and yanks him up; his back arching so much it actually looks painful.

“N-no! L-ahh please s-stop,” he sobs while contradicting his own words by raising his ass higher up in the air to give the older man better access.

His face is a wreck, his puffy cheeks red and wet from new tears. The sight sets something animalistic inside of Law free. He wants to take apart what's left of him; until he owns him completely. The thought alone drives him crazy.

“You love it!” he grunts in his ear. “Love to get fucked until you’re nothing more than a crying, wrecked mess. A perfect little toy for me to use…”

“L-Law it’s… hah… it’s t-too much. Please…!”

Law’s thrusts start to get more frantic as he gets closer and closer to his own orgasm.

The begging for him to stop continues on, spurring Law on to go at it even harder. They have a safe word for when Luffy seriously wants him to stop; he made sure to go through it again before they started, so he’s not worried for Luffy’s well-being at all.

“You can take it. I know you love it baby. Admit it!” he demands, “Tell me what a good whore you are for me!”

Luffy gives in easily. There’s no resistance left in him. Exactly how Law wants him to be. Fucking him stupid until he’s nothing more than a mess and listens to Law’s every word, until he submits to Law completely – that’s how Law likes it best. And Luffy too, he knows.

“L-love it,” he moans loudly, “l-love your cock so much! Law… ahh… I love it! I love you…”

Hearing the last part, Law gets pushed over the edge. He comes hard, spilling his hot cum deep inside of Luffy, filling him even more.

With a few more lazy thrusts he rides out his mind-blowing orgasm before he pulls out. Luffy whimpers at the sudden loss and pushes his butt up higher in the air as if asking Law to stuff him full again. Unbelievable!

He wipes the sweat from his forehead as he watches his cum drip out of Luffy’s gaping hole. The sight never ceases to mesmerize him. He takes a mental note to prevent his seed from leaking out of the teen with a plug next time. Leaving it in the whole day and watching him squirm, he thinks to himself with a smirk on his lips, that's gonna be a lot of fun.

A sob coming from Luffy snaps him out of it. He grabs a tissue from the desk and quickly wipes himself clean, tucking himself back in his pants before cleaning the cum dripping out of the younger.

He frees his hands, tossing the ribbon to the side, and scoops him up in his arms. Sitting down on his chair again he makes sure that Luffy sits in his lap comfortably before he presses soft kisses to his lips, cheeks and forehead. Long tattooed fingers run through Luffy’s damp hair as Law soothes him and helps him to calm down again. “You did so well baby,” he praises, kissing him again softly. “So amazing. You're so beautiful darling. How are you feeling?”

“Good,” Luffy mumbles, cuddling closer to him. “Just… tired.”

“Yeah? Okay we can go to bed and cuddle. Would you like that?”

The teen perks up at that. He looks up at Law through half-lidded eyes and smiles a sleepy little smile, nodding his head as enthusiastically as he can manage in his exhaustion. So cute…

He nuzzles his nose in the tattooed man's neck and lets out a happy sigh.

Law rolls his eyes; Luffy is always so clingy after rough sex… but he doesn’t really mind it and he knows how important aftercare is. And he sure as hell won’t let Luffy drop!

“Okay. But first we’ll take a hot bath. And get you something to drink.”

He mutters something unintelligible – probably expressing his agreement – and Law takes it as his cue to get up from his seat with the teen in his arms, making his way towards his bathroom.

A soft smile appears on his lips when the younger starts to softly snore, already dozing off. He presses a sweet kiss on top of his head.

It's almost a shame that he has to strip Luffy out of the sexy underwear to take a bath. He'll definitely has to wear this one again. Especially the choker and the leash; after all, his little sunshine makes an excellent pet.

And his training isn't done yet either.

#one piece #lawlu #monkey d. luffy #trafalgar d. water law #ns.fw #follower special #writer bingo #oof #i forgot to mention #this is ride or die universe

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Fandom: Devil May Cry Pairing: Credo/Reader Rating: Explicit Tags: Rough sex, Light BDSM, Orgasm denial, Sub/dom, Boss/employee Word Count: 3923

Summary: Your relationship with Credo has taken a sudden change now that he has risen to the top ranks of the Order. His new colder demeanor sets off an argument that ends with you offering your penance for defying your master.

A/N: The idea for this fic came about from a conversation that happened in the server for the SSS Zine. You can imagine what sort of topics come up in a NSFW zine server, and let's say that we have a joke about what happens when the writers show up... lol.

This is dedicated to the awesome writers for the zine and their amazing talent! If you want to check them out please visit the blog at @ssszine.

This is currently a oneshot; however if enough people like it and want more I'm happy to write another part or more! So please feel free to let me know what you thought and I'll write more with Credo and this reader. Special thanks to @solynacea for reading this over.

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It’s cliche, you know this. Sleeping with your supervisor, the whole boss slash secretary thing. It’s an old cliche, and not even a good one, more suited for those paperback books that would get passed around the girls’ dormitory in school. But it happened, and then happened again, and continues to happen often enough that you’ve started to feel more than just attraction to the High Commander.

Credo has changed, however, especially after his parents died and he assumed charge of both the Holy Knights and his younger sister. He is tenser now, more focused, more drawn. Where Credo would talk freely with you before—after all, your friendly and flirtatious banter is what got you into this situation in the first place—now his orders are curt and precise, like everything else in his life. It’s only gotten worse since the latest attack by the demons, and his sister was put at risk, two of his men dying while protecting her.

He wears the same grave expression that is his new default when you enter his office. You push the door shut with a firm click and walk to the desk that is covered in maps and papers, several books propped together with notes bookmarking sections. Credo looks up from his writing with a frown and puts down his pen. “What do you need?” he asks.

“Just bringing you something.” You set the tray down on a side table and busy yourself lifting lids from the steaming plates and pouring a cup of coffee. “It’s well past dinner time,” you explain. “I figured you would be hungry and—”

You are cut off with two hands on your hips, and Credo yanks you back against him. “You should have asked,” he murmurs into your ear.

“Just so you could refuse?” You turn to face him, and his hands slide around your waist. “Will you eat something?”

Credo shakes his head. “I’m not hungry. You can take it with you when you go.”

He releases you and walks back behind his desk, and you frown in disappointment. “That’s it? Can I at least help you?”

“No.” He doesn’t bother to look up, taking his seat and picking up the pen.

Several moments tick by as you stare at him, your heart pounding. This dismissiveness is also new, a cruel side to him that never existed before. You should do what he says, but a defiant streak flares suddenly, and you toss the napkin in your hand to the tray. “I’m not leaving until you eat something,” you snap.

You fold your arms when Credo smirks at his papers. “Suit yourself. You’ll be standing there a while then.”

Something about his tone sets you off. You snatch up a dinner roll from the tray and throw it at him, huffing in triumph when it smacks him on the temple. “Fine!” you shout, and when his head snaps up, you turn and stalk towards the door.

You yank the door open but it slams shut immediately. Credo is behind you, and you feel his hard body press against yours, pushing you against the door. You squirm a bit, testing him, but he is immovable, his hands pressed to the wood on either side of your head. “Turn around,” he orders.

That voice is the one he uses with his men, especially the young ones who are new recruits for the Order. You have heard it a thousand times, but never directed at you; slowly you turn and face him, pressing back against the solid oak as he leans closer. “You have attacked an officer of the court.”

Credo’s tone is all business, but you can’t help the nervous laughter that escapes you. “Attacked?” you echo, your voice a tiny bit shrill. “Is that what you called it?”

“Launching a projectile at my head—”

“It was bread for goodness’ sake—”

“These are not the actions of a woman of the Order or my assistant!” he hisses.

You are taken aback, your hands spreading against the door as you try to shrink away. “I’m sorry,” you murmur.

“Sorry what?”

Swallowing thickly, you answer, “Sorry, Sir.”

Credo’s eyes travel your face. “That’s better,” he says quietly.

With a nod you gaze back at him. Obviously he is angry, but why? Your little outburst seems to be outpaced by his reaction, and the minutes tick by as you wait for him to dismiss you. But Credo seems content to examine you closely, and you watch as his gaze turns downwards. “May I go, Sir?” you ask.

“No,” answers Credo. His eyes dart up to yours. “We are here to serve the Order. Have you forgotten that?”

“No, Sir.”

“And whom does the Order serve?”

You clear your throat before answering, “The Savior.”

“Exactly. The Savior, our Great Deliverer, our Protector. The one whose light shines on us all.” Credo tilts his head. “What do you suppose the Savior would think of someone who threatens one of his chosen officers?”

Shaking your head, your eyes blink rapidly. “I… I don’t…”

You jump when you feel his touch against your jaw. “He would be displeased, as am I. I think some penance is in order, don’t you?”

There is something in the way he looks at you that has you captured. This is a new Credo, a blend of the passionate man you had known and the demanding captain he is now. The idea of penance makes your heart skip, and when he eases back slightly you take in a deep breath, finding it easier to breathe without your bodies touching.

“Down on your knees,” he says.

Your breath catches in your throat as you immediately obey, sinking to the floor, your eyes locked onto his. Your heart starts to pound as you watch him open his belt. “You need to pray for forgiveness,” Credo continues.

“Forgive me, Sir,” you answer.

“Forgive you?” His tone is almost teasing now, and your gaze drops to where his hand reaches into the front of his pants. You can see the hint of dark, reddish hair just below the hem of his shirt, the trail that you know well, and you swallow around a dry throat. “Forgive you for what?”

“Um…” You lick your lips unconsciously as his hand moves, hidden by the fabric. This is what you wanted, isn’t it? But like this? “Forgive me for my insolence, Sir,” you stammer.

“Hmmm.” His free hand slides into your hair and you shiver in response. The hand moves to cup your cheek, and your lips part when his thumb brushes against them. “Pray to Sparda, our Savior.”

“Forgive me, o Savior,” you murmur as you close your eyes. His fingers caress your cheek and you fight the urge to press a kiss to his palm. “I live to serve you. I want to… to obey…”

Your words are cut off when something presses to your mouth, and immediately you open. The slick head of his cock slides between your lips, and you let go a groan as your jaw goes slack to accommodate him. Your body responds at once, the tight suspense at this game or confession or whatever it is melting into an ache inside you for more. Playing the obedient servant had never been an attractive idea before; you always liked how Credo treated you as an equal despite his station, and your work and banter and even lovemaking reflected that his desire and eagerness matched yours.

But now that he has taken control—or rather, wrenched it from you—you embrace it, sinking into his command the way you’ve seen countless knights do at his word. And it is freeing to give in to him, to kneel and take his cock so willingly, as if the act was obeying Sparda himself. You choke slightly when he thrusts deep into your throat, but hold steady, determined to do this for him. Credo is not just your lover, but your master, and you realize all this time you’ve just been waiting to be possessed by him.

His cock is thick and hard as rock as it slides in and out of your mouth. Your eyes remain closed so you can focus, swallowing tightly around him at each pass, eagerly working your throat as his arousal drips from the tip. You work to take him without complaint or even moving much at all, the feel of his palm on your head guiding you steadily all you need as the deep desire to please him at any cost flares hot inside you. You want to be consumed by it, to give everything you can to it, and with a groan you reach up and grab his hips, leaning forward to swallow him as you tilt your head for more.

Credo grips your hair and tugs you back gently. His cock falls from your mouth, the two connected with a thin strip of saliva for just a moment before it breaks on your chin. You blink up at him in surprise, your mouth still open and waiting, and he smiles as his hand brushes over your swollen lips. “Eager girl,” he praises, and it makes you shiver in delight.

“Sir…?” you whisper.

“You came here to feed me and here I am feeding you,” he chuckles.

He rests the hard length against your lips, and you sigh, pressing a kiss against the underside. But then Credo moves back, and you sag a bit, watching him in confusion. “Stand up,” he orders.

Again you scramble to obey, and when he jerks his head to the side, you follow his unspoken command and step towards his desk. Credo’s hands are on you in an instant, positioning you against the side, his hips firm against your backside as he presses you against the edge.

His lips are hot against your neck as he starts to unbutton your dress. Once the line of buttons along your spine is undone he pulls the seams apart, as if unwrapping you like a present. His mouth moves to your shoulder as he peels the dress down your arms while you lift them to assist; once the dress is hanging at your hips he quickly unhooks your bra and yanks it away, tossing it into the room.

Your head falls back against his shoulder as his hands roam your body, leaving fiery trails with his fingertips along your stomach and up to your chest. His mouth returns to the crook of your neck, sucking on the skin as he grabs your breasts, squeezing them possessively. You reach back to grip his hips, arching into his touch as best as you can, but his solid body has yours practically trapped. The strength in his arms far outmatches yours, and you remain helpless against him as he touches you at his leisure, teasing your nipples into stiff buds and grazing the skin of your twitching stomach.

Credo lets your neck go with a loud smack of his lips. “This is much better,” he says into your ear. Slowly he grinds his hips forward, and you feel the hard outline of his cock press to your backside, rubbing against the fabric. “Don’t you agree?”

“Y-yes,” you answer.

You bite your lip as he flicks your nipples. “You are here to serve me as I serve His Holiness, and in turn, we both serve our Lord and Savior Sparda.” His teeth catch your earlobe with a sharp bite. “Everything we do is for his glory, don’t you agree?”

His hands knead your body, the sensations lulling you under a thick shroud of desire. The lips on your cheek and the hands that tease your breasts and the hard length that prods you through the fabric work together to have your head spinning, and the only thing you are aware of is the growing throb between your legs. Your head rolls to the side as you squirm a bit, rolling your hips to press to his, and Credo rewards you with a sharp slap across your breasts. “Answer.”

“Yes!” He mouths at your neck as his hands caress you, soothing the sting from his slap.

You rub your thighs together, your mind feeling dull and heavy. The Credo you’ve known, who you have been sleeping with for weeks, would never be so aggressive. He has always been a gentleman, sometimes fierce in his passion but always with his eyes and hands and mouth for you. But this one takes his pleasure as he wants, stroking you until you feel as though you’ll go mad. Your pelvis rocks against the edge of the desk, the friction you are craving dampened by the layers of fabric between your body and the hard surface. It only acts to tease you more as Credo humps against you.

You are debating asking for more when his hands finally move downwards. They slip into the dress that hangs on your hips, one reaching between your legs. He hisses when he cups your sex, his fingertips pushing easily inside the folds that are soaked from your arousal. You bite your lip and whimper, wanting nothing more than to spread your legs and rock against whatever part of him he wants to put between your thighs, but his solid form keeps you from moving any more than a little wiggle against him.

“So wet,” he sighs against your ear. Credo rubs slowly against your hood, and your mouth falls open, trying to tilt your hips up to give him more. “Will you obey me?”

“Yes,” you whimper.

“Will you give yourself in service to our Savior?”

Your head drops forward. “Yes,” you groan.

Credo eases back, his hand still between your legs. “Take the rest off,” he says, sharp and direct.

His words are not to be questioned, not that that would even be possible now. Quickly you shimmy out of the rest of the dress, twisting your hips as you pull everything down your legs and step out, your body now completely bare. Credo cradles you against him, and you can feel the soft fabric of his shirt and the cold metal of the buttons and the slight scratch of his slacks. Having him still fully clothed while you are naked and trembling makes you all the more aware of how much you have given up at this moment. But how can you even begin to care, when all you want is release at his hand?

“Lean forward.”

You obey without question. Your palms lay flat against the wood surface as your breasts flatten beneath you. You keep your eyes ahead, wishing there was a mirror or something so you could see his expression. Is he pleased? You can hear him shift behind you and your eyes close briefly. When did you start to care so much? You have wanted Credo for months now and had him already a dozen times. Why is it different now?

He spreads your thighs and you groan when you feel the head of his cock slide along your folds. “Time for your penance,” Credo says with a growl.

“Please…”

“Do not come.”

“What?” you gasp, turning around.

His hand is firm as it pushes you forward, and when you are bent once more he wraps your hair slowly around his fist, pulling it tight. “You are here to please me, in order to please Sparda. So you will serve me, but you will not take pleasure from it. Serving me is your pleasure, do you understand?”

His cock dips in and out of your opening, teasing the nerve endings that are pulsing for more. The way you are angled, all you need to do is rock forward just an inch to find a bit of the surface to grind against. Just a tiny bit of friction from his cock and some pressure on your hood and you’ll be there, giving yourself over to ecstasy. But you nod, heat flaring along your neck and face. “Yes,” you moan.

Credo keeps a fierce grip on your hair as he enters you. He pulls the strands to tug your head back, the sharp twinge of your roots mixing with a twisting pleasure at being finally filled. Your body is so wet now that he has no trouble driving into you, and when his hips smack against your backside, your mouth falls open in a silent cry. How are you going to do this?

His free hand traces your hip, rubbing possessively. Pinned in place, trapped between his body and the desk and held at an angle by your hair, you can only wait as he slowly pumps his hips. “You feel so good,” he groans, and your breath falters at the tone in his voice. It is almost your undoing, your hands curling into tight fists when he groans again. “You are my reward for doing Sparda’s work.”

Grabbing your hip, Credo slowly moves. The drag of his cock is torture, every inch of him rubbing deliciously inside your tunnel. Unable to move, you tense as he works, trying to hold onto your last scraps of control. It’s almost enough, just a bit more and you’ll have the release your body cries out for. All he has to do is move just a bit faster to create more friction, or give your hair a bit of slack so you can angle your sex correctly against the wood, and you’ll be there.

But this is your penance, and he does none of those things. Instead he uses your body as he pleases, pumping with sharp, deliberate thrusts that have you nearly on tiptoes. His hands are tight and punishing as they hold you in place, and you have no choice but to take it and endure. Despite the lack of pressure on the right spots, you can feel an orgasm brewing, just beyond your reach; but if you focus on him and his body, how his breathing grows heavier as he fucks you, how he tasted in your mouth as he made you kneel, then maybe, just maybe…

His hand cracks against your backside. “Don’t come,” he says harshly. Credo leans over you, the fist in your hair pulling you back even farther as his chest presses to your back, his other hand pressing to the desk for leverage. He begins to thrust hard and fast, ravaging you with a savagery you would have never imagined him capable of; but you welcome it, crave it, and you match his groans with your own gasps, tilting your hips as best you can to let him delve deeper and deeper.

You hear him gasp, and the hand in your hair goes slack. Credo grips you by the neck, pulling your head up sharply as his mouth covers yours. Then he kisses you hotly as you feel him shake and his thick seed spilling inside your body. It makes the pumping of his cock slippery, your core on fire from need and sensitive to the new sensations.

As the last of his orgasm fills you, he pulls from the kiss. You are so close you can taste it, and when his mouth leaves yours you decide to beg for release, or perhaps just take it for yourself, damn the consequences. Surely this is just some byproduct of stress, and now that Credo has let off some steam he will reward you with the orgasm you so desperately need.

You open your eyes with his name on your lips, but gasp when you see something has changed. His eyes are no longer the light green, almost amber color you know well. Instead they burn with a bright red glow, and his lips curl back over teeth that look sharper, his face paler than normal. Credo pulls himself back, pushing you back down with a palm between your shoulder blades, and you cry out when he pulls out of you, leaving you trembling and aching on the desk. Shock has doused the urgency of your need, leaving you empty and overly sensitive, the sensation like a crawling on your skin as you feel his pleasure dripping on your thighs.

“You fulfilled your duty,” he says. His voice is cool and unimpressed, but you can hear a slight timbre to it that gives away how affected he truly is. You want to ask why he did that, what changed, why were his eyes red? But you lay against the wood, waiting for your legs to stop shaking, not trusting your voice just yet.

You watch as he takes his chair and begins cleaning up his documents. After a minute you feel well enough to speak, so you gather your courage as you tentatively push yourself to stand. “Credo?” you whisper.

He looks up, and you let go a sigh of relief to see that he looks like himself again. It must have just been your imagination, you decide, a side effect of the very intense intercourse after your argument. Credo smiles and holds out a hand. “My dear,” he says, pulling you towards him.

You swallow as you stand next to him. Credo turns to face you, and he looks up from his seat as his hands slide along your hips. “Did you learn something?” he asks.

Nodding, you try to find your voice. “I’m here to serve you, Sir,” you murmur.

He smiles, the first smile you’ve seen in weeks. “Good,” he replies before kissing your hand. “Service to me is service to His Holiness, and to Sparda. Remember that. Now,” he continues as you nod, “I’ve worked up an appetite.”

He pushes you back onto the desk, turning again in his chair so that he is between your legs. Credo lifts them wide and apart, and a moment later his mouth is on you, his tongue dipping inside your opening. You cry out and arch into him, your back bowing as you grip the edge of the desk. His mouth is hot and wet as it devours you, and in moments your legs are tensing and your body seems to snap as the coil inside you tightens painfully.

The pulsing starts almost immediately, contractions that start deep inside you, making your body nearly vibrate. His mouth continues its delicious assault, the bliss surging in waves that steal your breath away. Then Credo slides upwards to wrap his lips around your clit, and when he sucks gently your orgasm surges again, his mouth and tongue wicked and relentless until you are crying for him to stop.

He moves away, leaving you gasping for breath until he appears in your vision. “You are delicious,” he murmurs, and you feel his cock start to fill you again. You let go a wail as he starts to thrust, wondering how this is possible, how is he so hard again so soon?

Credo’s hands cover your chest, kneading your breasts again and pulling you back to the present. As your legs curl around him and he starts the powerful movements again, you close your eyes and turn your face away, afraid of seeing the red eyes and the savagery on his face. There are two versions of Credo now: the one that you had worked for, been falling in love with, the cool but kind knight of the Order, and this other that you now serve. He is almost… demonic, you think as your eyes fall on the forgotten meal, another orgasm building under his hands and mouth and body for your penance which will never be done.

#dmc #devil may cry #dmc credo #credo x reader #fanfiction #penance

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bucci-gang · 5 years

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If you still doin em..nsfw a-z for Ris? Love him...him big..

SAME BRAINCELL (under the cut as usual!)

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

Risotto is a great dom, and so he’sexcellent at aftercare. He rarely engages in sex because he knows howbig of a liability it can really be, but when he does indulge in it,he tries his best to make sure his partner is doing alright- he knowshe can be rough most of the time. If his partner is more verbal, heasks the right questions and does his best to say the right things.If not, he attends to their needs- a glass of water, a bath,whichever helps them relax after.

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

His favorite parts of his body are hischest and thighs. His chest is an obvious one, seeing as how oftenit’s on display for the world to see. His thighs are thick andmuscular- so really, who wouldn’t be proud of that? On a partner,he adores eyes and thighs. He loves looking into his partner’s eyesoutside of or during the deed, because he firmly believes in thesentiment of the eyes being windows to the soul. Their thighs aregreat to lay his head on after a long day.

C = Cum (Anything to do with cum basically… I’m a disgusting person)

Oh god- he’s got a lot of it. It’sthick and sticky and definitely makes a mess if he isn’t cominginside. Speaking of which, if his partner allows, he definitely wouldprefer to come inside. Although, it might take him a while to evenask them about it. For the mean time, he’d love to finish on theirface or chest.

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

This could be dirty and also somewhat romantic, but he’s thought about pursuingsomething more “unprofessional” with a lot of his team members.Unknowingly enough, they think about being unprofessional with himtoo.

E = Experience (How experienced are they? Do they know what they’re doing?)

Risotto’s got a lot of experience,but it’s more with one-night stands than long term relationships.He definitely knows what he’s doing.

F = Favourite Position (This goes without saying. Will probably include a visual)

Any position that lets him look intohis partner’s eyes as he fucks them is an immediate fave. He lovesseeing their face get all flustered.

G = Goofy (Are they more serious in the moment, or are they humorous, etc)

Risotto is hardly ever not serious.This extends well into the bedroom.

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

He’s got a nice, thick happy trail.He’ll clean up if his partner asks but otherwise he’d keep it asis.

I = Intimacy (How are they during the moment, romantic aspect…)

It depends. I like to think that forthe first few times, he probably isn’t as intimate with his partneras they’d like. He’d cuddle for a while, sure, but when he’ssure they’re asleep he probably sneaks off to do work. This changeswith familiarity, though.

J = Jack Off (Masturbation headcanon)

Risotto, due to his stressful schedule, does need to blow off some steam in some other way that doesn’t involve blowing (hah!) the heads of his victims off. So he indulges himself. He does it maybe twice or thrice a week, depending on how pent up he is.

K = Kink (One or more of their kinks)

Getting the obvious ones out of theway first, he’s into bloodplay, impact play, and being bound or hispartner being bound. A kink he doesn’t often get to indulge inthough is roleplay. Professor and student, boss and secretary, nurseand patient- you name it, he’s into it. He probably won’t bringthis up unless his partner does first, though.

L = Location (Favourite places to do the do)

Since he values privacy and protectinghis and his partner’s pride above anything else, he prefers to dothe deed in the privacy of his own bedroom. But, if pushed enough,he’ll be open to doing it in his office.

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

Honestly? Nothing gets him going morethan a few playful words, maybe some teasing touches, and thatdangerous glint in his partner’s eyes. Depending on how they playtheir cards, they’ve got a reward or a punishment waiting for themlater on.

N = NO (Something they wouldn’t do, turn offs)

His only hard No’s are stuff hispartner doesn’t want to do, and anything unsanitary. Oh, and takingpictures/videos in the bedroom without his knowledge.

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

He doesn’t really have a preference.He does give great oral though- he knows he has to prepare hispartner for his length very well. But, if his partner wants to returnthe favor, he won’t say no. He’d even guide them through it.

P = Pace (Are they fast and rough? Slow and sensual? etc.)

Rough and fast for a partner that canhandle it, definitely. During the first few times, he’d probably bea bit more gentler, as he’s trying not to hurt them or scare themaway. But once they’ve gotten used to him, they better prepare ashe starts to let them in on the stuff that really gets himgoing.

Q = Quickie (Their opinions on quickies rather than proper sex, how often, etc.)

While he prefers to work his partner up, slowly overwhelm them until they’re begging and whimpering for him to just fuck them already– he’s not opposed to quickies. And due to the nature of his job, this happens quite often.

R = Risk (Are they game to experiment, do they take risks, etc.)

Honestly, he thinks a lot of things are risks– including sex in the first place. But for more in the general sense, he’s down for risks, as long as his partner is okay with it.

S = Stamina (How many rounds can they go for, how long do they last…)

He lasts for a while and goes for a while. Usually, his partners cum twice before he’s even done so once. He can go for two or three rounds before needing a break.

T = Toy (Do they own toys? Do they use them? On a partner or themselves?)

Look at me in the eye and tell me this mf doesn’t have toys. Risotto dresses like that for a reason, after all, if not to display a little bit of what he’s into. He owns whips, chains, rope, harnesses, dildos, vibrators– and while he loves using them on a partner, he’s not against those said toys being used on him.

U = Unfair (how much they like to tease)

It depends. If he’s feeling more like being a giving Capo, he’d probably tease his partner only a little bit before giving in to their whims. If his partner’s been naughty, however, he’d edge them for hours on end.

V = Volume (How loud they are, what sounds they make)

Risotto falls in the middle. Usually, he’s rather quiet save for some encouragements, some soft huffs or panting here and there– but if he’s been really pent up, he growls and grunts.

W = Wild Card (Get a random headcanon for the character of your choice)

Risotto has most definitely fooled around with some of his members, namely Prosciutto, Melone, Ghiaccio, and Sorbet and Gelato at some point. Sure, it sounds unprofessional, but Passione doesn’t exactly have an ethics department– and besides, in a business where blood is abundant and the members are reliant on the opression of so many people, should fucking around with your consenting subordinates matter *that* much?

X = X-Ray (Let’s see what’s going on in those pants, picture or words)

Risotto is huge. There’s no sugarcoating it. At 9.5 inches, Risotto is probably the biggest in La Squadra. It’s also quite thick and veiny, and he’s got a Jacob’s Ladder piercing, which can send the right partner’s mind running wild.

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

Average to somewhat high. He’s got hella self control though, and mostly just sticks to touching himself to relieve some of that pent up stress.

Z = ZZZ (… how quickly they fall asleep afterwards)

Honestly? Regardless of whether or not it’s with a long time partner, Risotto.. doesn’t really sleep. He might stay and cuddle for a bit, but he’d most likely slip away in the middle of the night to go do some work. Unless he’s really, really tired, which usually only happens after long assignments and passionately making love to his partner.

#jjba #vento aureo #risotto nero #La Squadra di Esecuzione #a-z ns/fw #🍋#answered #anonymous #my writing #nsf/w #apologies for the delay too!#i was trying to come up with new stuff and its hard to put my thoughts into words el oh el

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anakinlvvr · 5 years

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Counter (Mat Barzal)

request: u should do a mat barzal smut :)

warnings: smut & swearing

note: ok so this is my first smut and i really did try lmao, so if you could please give me feedback that would be appreciate :)

You stood in front of the coffee machine, watching as the cup filled up with caffeine that you needed to get yourself through the day. You still had around two hours to go until you had to leave for work but most days you liked to be up and ready instead of leaving everything to the last minute. While you hummed some random tune to yourself, you scrolled through your emails and social media, via your phone, while leaning over the counter.

“Morning, babe.” A deep, groggy voice came from behind you, god did you love that morning voice.

“Why are you up so early?” You looked over your shoulder to see your boyfriend, Mat, stepping into the kitchen in nothing but tight black boxers, pushing his dark hair back from his face while yawning. It was off season for hockey right now so he didn’t need to drag himself out of bed in the mornings.

Mat shrugged his shoulders, his eyes scanning over your body that was covered in a tight skirt and blouse, making you bite your bottle lip and turn away from him. “Fuck, you’re beautiful.” He said, catching the tint of pink on your cheeks before you turned away. You had been with Mat for a while and even now his compliments still affected you, in a good way of course.

You smiled down at your phone and took a few sips of the coffee you had made, well the machine did. “Want me to make you a cup?” Your eyes stayed on the device in your hand as you asked him.

“No, feeling hungry though.” Mat never took his eyes off you. You were leaning over the counter so he had a perfect view of your ass. Everything about you turned him on instantly and he could never control himself around you. He shook his head when you said that you could make him something if he wanted, not that you could see anyways. He walked up behind you and pressed himself against your peachy ass. “Open your legs and let me eat then.” He snaked an arm around your waist.

“Mat.” You lay out a groan and set the cup down on the counter. “I don’t have time.” You would be lying if you said you weren’t wet already, feeling the growing bulge against you and all.

Mat leaned down and pressed a kiss to your neck. “Yeah, you do.” He replied. “Stay bent over and pull up your skirt now.” There he was, the demanding side of Mat Barzal that you loved so much, so you did what he asked. “Fucking hell, Y/N, is this the type of underwear you were under these skirts all the time?” He had crouched down so he was eye level with your core.

“Only when you’re here so you can take my skirt off me when I come home from work and see what I wear only for you.” He had been referring to the white lace thong that you wore right now. “Got the matching bra on right now too.” You looked forward and smirked to yourself. “Too bad you won’t get to see because I’m not letting you take my shirt off. I ironed it and I know you’ll just throw it aside when you take it off.” You were just teasing him now.

“I bet I’ll get them tits out before you leave.” Mat responded before reaching out and pulling your thong to the side so it was out of the way. He then ran a finger down your slit and that earned him a moan from your mouth. “You’re so wet and I hadn’t even touched you yet.” You knew there was a smirk on his face right now even though you couldn’t see. “I’m taking you against this counter, you’d like that eh?” His mouth was then around your clit in seconds.

“Shit!” You reached out and gripped the counter. “Oh my god!” He went to work, his warm tongue moving in and out you, slipping two fingers in also. Reaching your right hand behind you, you placed it on the back of his head, gripping his hair slightly. You pushed him closer to you and moaned louder, your eyes squeezing shut.

“Cum for me, baby.” Mat hummed against your clit which caused you to jolt a little. He was hard as a rock, so he had to palm himself with one hand as the other worked on you. “Can’t wait to have you cum around my cock like you are my fingers right now,” Your walls clenched around his fingers which he curled so your orgasm hit you, him growling as you gripped his hair again.

“Fuck!” You screamed and pressed yourself down on the counter as you caught your breath. Mat stood up behind you and slipped his messy fingers into his mouth to clean them.

“Well fed.” You turned around as he eyed up your shirt. “Take it off, let me see that matching bra then.”

“Nu-uh.” You tutted. “I need to leave.” Mat didn’t take his eyes away from yours, there was so much lust in his.

“Does this look or feel like I’m playing?” He grabbed your hand and placed it over the tent in his boxers.

“You have a hand, use it.” You squeezed him gentry and leaned up to press a kiss to his lips and you tasted yourself on them.

“I’m sick of using my hand. I’ve done it plenty of times when I’m away from you and you decide to be a tease over facetime.” That was a usually thing you did while he was away during hockey season too.

He couldn’t take it any more and ripped for shirt off your chest.

“Mathew!” You scolded him. “What the actual fuck?” The buttons could be heard landing all over the kitchen floor. “You can pick them up, i’m not helping.” You let you a groan but he just smirked at you.

“So fucking sexy.” He trailed his finger over the lace of the bra that you wore. He started to plant kissed on your neck, your eyes fluttering closed and squeezing his broad shoulder—finally giving into him.

“Fuck me, Mat.” The tone of you voice was desperate, watching as he pulled away from you. The straps of your bra slipped down your shoulders as it was now unclipped at the back thanks to Mat who was skilled at taking your bra off with one hand. He then reached put and placed his large hand over your left breast as his warm mouth closed over your right nipple. He gave your hard nipples the attention they craved before bending you back over the counter again, gasping because your nipples made contact with the cold surface you lay over. Your boyfriend pulled his length put of his boxers and ran his hand down it before positioning himself at your slit. “I love this view so much.” He ran his tip over your clit before pushing himself all the way in, knowing you could take his huge cock.

“Go faster, don’t stop.” He loved to hear you beg and plead for him like this. Starting to thrust in and out of you, gripping the material of your skirt that was around your hips. “M-Mat. Fuck, this is so so good!” Lifting your head off the counter as his fingers ran through your hair. He loved to go rough with you.

“Y/N, you’re so fucking tight. You love taking my cock, eh?” Mat looked down as his dick slide in and out of your wetness. “You like when I take you from behind?” It was a rhetorical question mostly because he knew you loved this. Letting out a loud moan, you nodded you head as his thrusts sped up. His body slapped against toes and he hit your spot so good and you knew you wouldn’t last long. “You’re squeezing the fuck out of my dick.” His throaty moans turned you on even more.

Your orgasm was close, you could feel it and so could Mat who was also very close. He asked you to come with him and you did just that, screaming as your orgasm hit you so hard that your legs shook. His load spilled his load inside you, your walls milking him of it all. “Oh my god!” You pressed your cheek to the cold surface and clasped your fingers around his wrist.

Mat leaned down and pressed a trail of kisses down your spin as you caught your breathe. “Call into work.” You looked at him and gave him a confused look. “Call into work while I fuck you again.” He turned you around and handed you your phone. “I don’t want you out my sight today. I wanna fuck you all day.” He then gave you a look and you soon gave in, a day off work couldn’t hurt, right?

And that’s exactly what you did, you called into your workplace and told them you weren’t feeling the greatest so you wouldn’t be able to make it in today. You did all that while Mat fucked you again with a smirk on his face because of how hard you tried to hold in your moans while talking to your boss on the phone.

#sorry if this is horrible #my first smut lol #mat barzal #mat barzal smut #mat barzal imagine #mathew barzal smut #new york islanders #nhl smut #nhl players #ice hockey #nhl #mat barzal x reader #hockey imagines

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mumpkins · 5 years

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Private OC Rating

Done by @cho-rates, I just decided to have the balls to make it public and answer questions! (as well as fix some things)

cho’s comments and questions will be in BOLD.

My answers and fixed places will be in ITALIC!

Name: Shotaro Kaneda

Hero/Villain Name (if applicable): N/A

Age: 24 ( An aged up verse, he’s a couple years older than 1-A. Though sometimes I will portray his teen years as well, I have more information on his adult verse. I do want to flesh out teen years at some point though lol )

Birthday: September 5 (a virgo eww)

Gender: Male

Orientation: Bi-sexual

Height: 5'7"

Weight: 133 lbs

Hair: ear-length, fixed but slightly unruly, black

Appearance: Athletic agile build, Asian descent, brown eyes, red tinted hands and feet, small red horns on his forehead, long spiked / devilish red tail

Body: Athletic agile build

Quirk: Steam – Kaneda can build up and blow a hot steam that can potentially burn (or even melt depending on the force) his opponents. (Ahaha, the quirk fits the body appearance. I bet this one is going to be a hot head or really sweet)

Weakness: Building up and releasing too much steam at once can cause overexertion to the point where he can and will collapse and not be able to move for a while. Also his fucking ego. (LMFAO, I guess we’re dealing with the former and not the latter!)

Personality: Kaneda becomes the main symbol of defiance, expressing anarchy behavior towards authority and absolutely does not accept blatant disrespect. Kaneda values loyalty and becomes vengeful when trust is broken. He is impulsive, hot-headed, egotistical, and maintains a tough exterior; however, he is brave, independent, and highly empathetic. As a leader, Kaneda will look out for the safety and well-being of his allies, and will throw himself in front of a bullet for them if need be. (This!! I like that you didn’t make him a straight jerk and that you gave him good traits as well!)

Do they work well with others?: You are either with him or against him. By default he will work well if not negotiate unless you have a badge stating your authority.

Family: Parents deceased; family is his gang of brothers, all misfits and loyal to the bone

Friends (other oc’s or in BNHA universe): OC’s; his bike gang

Enemies(other oc’s or in BNHA universe): literally by default does not trust the cops or heroes (LOL)

Romantic Interests: by happenstance, Izuku Midoriya (LOL pt.2)

What do they think about heroes?: Oh shit oh fuck uhhhh

A couple of things about heroes. He sees the rise of fame being motivation for pro-heroes lately. They seem real fake to him, and it runs along the lines of Stain’s idea of “false heroes”. But he also sees them as a bunch of buzz kills when he’s trying to ride out and do his own thing that happens to be illegal. (LOL this guy is so problematic in a very headass type of way and it’s really entertaining. He’s a really fun character to read about.)

What do they think about villains?: They’re somewhat easier to work with, but he does not associate himself with hardcore villains either. As much as he himself could easily be considered one, he considers himself more in a grey area. He won’t kill a hero – actually he hesitates to kill anyone – but he won’t turn on a villain either if only because any of them could either arrest him or kill him. (Ah, he’s smarter than he lets on. I wonder how much of this is empathy and how much of this is him saving his own ass,,)

In terms of villains, he’s very much along the lines of “snitches get stitches”. At this point it doesn’t matter what his views are with a villain or a rival gang, he’s not gonna call the cops or any heroes as that is a lower blow than trying to either run or solve the issue on his own. He would rather risk his dignity than call the authorities.

Is their first reaction to danger: flight or fright?

Depends on the danger. If he knows it’s an even match, he’ll throw fists. If he knows he has no chance, he’ll turn tail (heh) and run. (i’m actually laughing omg stop)

If they had to be stuck on an island with one BNHA character, who would it be and why?

don’t don’t ever give him the option (brO TELL ME)

Favorite holiday and why?

Halloween. As a child he always loved to dress up as his favorite hero. As an adult, he’s more attuned to the day before Halloween as “Mischief Day” and takes “tricks” to the extremes.

Do they have a certain way of dressing/ style?

His wardrobe is casual and lazy punk clothes. He does occasionally sport a bright red jacket with his gang’s logo on the back.

Pet peeves: Assuming his character for his looks (I mean you right but he hates it) (LMFAO I’m trying to give a serious review here and you hitting me with all this lolol)

Favorite food: shrimp tempura and rice

Favorite drink: Pepsi (ayyeee, pepsi > coke)

What is their favorite season/weather?: Summer

What is their sleep schedule like?: Whenever (mood)

Introvert, Extrovert or Ambivert?: Extrovert

Quickest way to upset them?: Pull his tail (I….I’m so tempted)

What type of student were they/are they?: Given that he only went to school so he didn’t have to do community service… he did the bare minimum, still got held back once (got mightily pissed off about it), and left as soon as he turned 18. Will also add that the school he went to was one step closer to juvie.

Superlative that fits them best (class clown, teachers pet, etc): Most Likely Will Be His Own Boss

A song you associate with them: Survival of the Fittest - Robert DeLong

What’s their diet like?: He will inhale anything in front of him, but he has a real fast metabolism

What’s the last thing they ate?: McDonald’s burger combo

Hobbies: riding his motorcycle and sometimes play video games

Guilty Pleasures: I mean. If you got the dokis for a hero and you’re a real anarchist……..

When and what was the last thing that made them cry?: laid in bed one night. like you do. thought about where his life was. wondered where it was going. you know just one of those fun nights. (this got too real too fast and i feel mildly attacked)

General Extras: In general, he is a real neutral guy that doesn’t play sides unless you’re on his specifically. He doesn’t take being talked down to and will even argue his side to keep himself above it all. Even raise fists. But he is impulsive as shit and does not always think his decision through. Definitely not book smart, but strongly street smart and highly confident in his actions. (I get that vibe from everything you’ve said, you summarized it really well and took the words out of my mouth!)

Do you plan on filling out a roleplay form(No pressure if you don’t want to do it, this is more for me so I can keep your forms together if you send in both): nah I’m just curious about this one

Creator Name (that’s you!): Mumzy

Blog name where I can contact you: mumpkins

Did you have fun doing this?! (pls just say yes so my feelings don’t get hurt): I REALLY DID and eventually there came a point where I was literally like “well shit he’s kind of a dumb bastard what else is there”

PLEASE JUST SEND THE ANSWERS DIRECTLY TO ME I DON’T NEED THIS POSTED 8’D

I’ll post it private and send you the link!

*deep inhales* BOI. Shotaro is such an unintentional meme?? Like big crackhead vibes from him like…he’s really just a lil misfit goin around and doing as he pleases,, so much angst in this one like??? (i hope you dont take any offence to this,, i just really like his character lol) he seems pretty factious to me LOL. I like his quirk, simple and easy and his weakness is plausible, no OP oc’s here! His personality really shined through and you portrayed him well. That little paragraph you wrote summarizing him was a really solid description and would be perfect for a character sheet. The only inconsistencies were, at the top you put his age as 17 but in the “what type of student were they” you mentioned him turning 18 but otherwise he is a really solid character! I’m 20 something so I can’t crush on anyone younger than 20 but he’s really… *deep breath* …moving on. I love his personality and the fact that he’s this punk but in reality he’s an impartial dude who is chill unless something offends him or opposes him but he is also very loyal and empathetic, two qualities that I love!

Idk if you wanted questions since this is a private rating but i’ll put some either way and u can choose to fill em out or nah,, i mainly do it to help develop character and its just fun to talk abt oc’s sooo,,

What job do you see him having in the future? He’s not really here no there so i’m interested!

After he drops out of high school, he flat out does not know what to do. As he is familiar with criminal work, he stays to what he knows with his bike gang... and incidentally gets picked up by mob members. He begins as an errand boy for one organized group, but never is he ever initiated as a member. After having been exposed by a variety of assignments from various villains, by the age of 20 he’s doing all kinds of illegal work. He becomes a man for hire in the undergrounds, helping with drug trafficking, enforcement, body guarding, petty thieving, etc. You name it, he’s probably done it.

But that’s only in the dark. To keep himself balanced, he’s also a bar back for a local bar in the sketchy side of town. An honest job when he meets people and can tell them what he does for work without putting off any red flags.

A couple of reasons why he does shady work is not due to enjoyment. Actually, he wishes he never got involved as everyday feels like he’s at risk of getting killed for angering the wrong person. He doesn’t plan ahead of his life only because he could step outside one morning and breathe his last breath. For one thing, his best friend who grew up with him and is part of his gang is in rehab at this point and Kaneda is the only person who he can turn to for help -- by this, Kaneda opts to pay those hospital bills with the quick and astounding amount of money he receives from criminal work. Another reason is plain and simple: once he has done work for one organized criminal group, once his name is spread around the underground as a reliable hire, there’s no way of suddenly dropping that life without risking it all.

Is there anything in particular he does to relax?? Tv, music, hobbies, etc,

The best way he can relax is riding his motorcycle in the late hours of the night. He loves the city, and will speed through until he finds open road where he will just continue to ride until he feels calm again.

If he’s especially frustrated and the steam has built up in his lungs, he will hold it in until he finds a safe spot (preferably home) to release it all and collapse for a while. Yes, his apartment would be a sauna if he doesn’t open his windows.

Sex also helps.

Is he a pessimist or optimist? He’s very unbiased it seems so I wonder what his personal mindset is,,

More of an optimist, but in a way where he prefers to mask sorrow and tension with humor and a lighter perspective. He can’t afford to not be confident, and he tries his damndest to pass that on given the circumstances. “This will work” he would say to an idea he briefly thought of, mostly trusting his gut and hoping that if he passes on the mindset and convinces others of his confidence, then yes in some way things will work out.

But I also say that he’s not very optimistic of his own future (sorry to bring this back). He lives for the moment, but given the life he lives, he does not trust it will be a long one.

So it’s hard to explain, but he’d more say, “nothing matters in the end; do whatever the hell you want now”.

#save #cho rates #bnha oc

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kpopyourcherryy · 7 years

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Mr. Kim Namjoon - (M)

Genre; S m u t

Length; 1,500+ words

Kink(s); exhibitionism, slight Daddy kink

Au; Ceo!Au

There was so much paperwork sprawled out on your desk now, you tried to work.. you really did, but you couldn't concentrate, not with him practically piercing your soul with his deadly stare. Why did you have to be alone with him? Why did he choose you out of all your coworkers?

"Y/n.." Mr. Kim, your boss, smoothly called over to you. Motioning you over with his long fingers the instant you gave him your attention. "Come over here for a moment.."

Immediately, the tone his already deep voice had you melting- there was just something about him that made you weak in the knees. "Ahh.. Yes- Yes, Sir.." You timidly stuttered in reply, causing him to chuckle slightly as you rose from your seat.

As you made the short journey over to his side, your eyes met his- he flashed you this wicked grin with a dark mischievous glint in his eyes. Tapping his desk with his fingertips, he let out a soft sigh.

"So, Miss y/n.." He purred, your name rolling off his tongue oh-so-smoothly. "Do you know why I chose to work so closely with you?” His slightly abrupt question left you a bit anxious.

Were you supposed to know why? "Uh," You muttered, shaking you head as he suddenly stood from his chair- walking passed you and over to the large glass window that overlooked the rest of the office. "No, Sir, I do not.." You added, watching as he closed the blinds before locking the frosted glass door.

Gracefully, he turned around on his heels allowing his gaze to fall on you curvaceous form- silently admiring the way your black button up blouse and matching skirt flattered your figure.

"Well for one.." He began, giving you a soft smile while licking his lips as he stalked back over to where you were. "I personally think you're the most qualified for the job, and secondly,"

His words trailed off the second he stood not even a foot in front of you. "You're.." He started again, inhaling deeply as he breathed in your sweetly intoxicating scent. "You're such an obedient little girl. You always do what I ask of you, no matter how difficult the task is when I ask you to."

Slowly, he moved around you- making his way back to his faux leather seat. "Plus, I see the way you get around me," His statement automatically had you looking like a deer in headlights as your cheeks turned a bright red. Leaning forward in his seat, he combed his slender fingers through his hair, "I think we'll have lots of fun together, wouldn't you agree, y/n?"

Though you didn't know what to say at all, his question led you to just simply nod in response. Smirking, Namjoon slowly snaked his arm around your waist- pulling you over to him and onto his lap.

"I'm glad you agree.." He chuckled, his eyes looming over you. Taking his lower lip between his teeth, he gave it a nice harsh tug while a soft growl simultaneously escaped him. "God.. The things I want to do to you.."

You could feel your heart rapidly beat in your chest as your eyes fixated on him. The way his messy blonde hair just framed his face, the way his jet black clothes fit his lean body... just everything about him had begun to drive your body insane.

Your thighs automatically pressed together as pure sin ran through your mind, now. "Wh- What do you want to do to me?" You mousily stuttered, anticipating his lewd response.

Namjoon couldn't help just grinning at the eagerness you exhibited despite your shy appearance. He knew you want him just as badly as he wanted you, and though you were a good girl- he wanted you to work for it. He wanted to see tears streak your face as you begged for his touch.

"Mhm.." He softly hummed, lightly caressing your curve while he pretended to be lost in thought. "Should I tell you, princess? Or.." As his voice trailed off, his playful aura seemed to slowly diminish as the wheels in his mind began to turn. "..Or do you think I should make you beg for it first?"

"B- Beg?" You shyly repeated, asking for an explanation with one simple word, but that's not how he took it.

His hand traveled up your back, making its way up to the nape of your neck before roughly grabbing a fistful of your hair- giving it one solid tug; exposing your throat in the process.

The soft little yelp that instinctively escaped you as his clothed member already painfully hard. Though you were clearly unaware of his attraction to you before this lewd encounter, he had been fantasizing about you for months beforehand- just dreaming of what it'd be like to have you in any way he'd like.

His grip on your waist seemed to tighten as he neared your bare skin, "What a good choice.." He purred, his tongue licking a broad strip from your throat your jaw. "Such a smart little girl, aren't you y/n?.."

Your body trembled at the slick feeling of his tongue sweeping against your flesh, “Ahh..~” You gasped, tensing slightly as you felt his free hand creep up your thigh; the pads of his fingers ever-so-slightly rubbing your skin as he pushed your skirt up.

“I want..” Your boss airily groaned, feeling his member become hard just from hearing your sweet sound. “I need to hear you beg for me, y/n..” He purred while his plump lips ghosted over your now alert flesh, “Tell me how much you want me. I want to hear all the dirty little things you dream of me doing to you.”

“I- I..” You stuttered, biting down on your lower lip as he drew hearts along your inner thighs before finding his way to your dampening slit. “I want you so badly, Sir..” You whimpered, “I want to feel you deep inside me while your hands are wrapped around my throat..”

A faint grunt flowed from him as he teased your clothed slit; adding more and more pressure on your heat the louder your needy whimpers became. “Fuck..” You mewled, completely melting into his arms as his hold on your hair loosened- slipping back down to your waist to keep you still as he pushed your panties to the side. “Please- Please make me feel good, I..”

Before another word could slip from you, his lips crashed onto yours- enveloping the two of you a passionate yet needy kiss. The office began to fill with the erotic mix of yours and his muffled sounds as he lifted you- making you straddle him now.

His large hands began to explore your body, caressing your clothed curves until he began tugging at your top, next thing you knew he lifted your blouse up and off you in less than a second- revealing the pretty lace bra that perfectly hugged your supple breasts. “Fuck..” He groaned as he reluctantly pulled away from your lips. “How are you so fucking sexy?”

Your cheeks automatically seemed to turn a bright shade of red as you listened to him gush over you. “I want you to be loud for me, babygirl..” He began while ghosting his mouth over your chest; taking small harsh nips at the tops of your breasts.

“But- But..” You whimpered, biting down on your lower lip as his hand moved up your tummy. groping you for a minute before hooking his digits around the cups of your bra- yanking them downwards. Though your mind stammered off for a moment, his lewd motions putting you in a trance, you slowly remember where exactly the two of you were. Peeling your eyes off him, you glanced towards the door, watching as the silhouettes of your coworkers cluelessly went on with their jobs.

“What if..” You shyly murmured. but again, that mouth of his cut you off the instant his lips and tongue wrapped around your pert nipples. The room filled to the very brim with your needy sounds as he went to work on your chest; lightly sucking and licking at one of your sensitive pearls while rolling the other between his fingers.

Namjoon grunted against your chest, relishing the erotic noises that flowed from you the more he toyed with your body. He could feel his cock pulse inside his slacks the harder he grew, “Fuck..” He breathlessly groaned, his hot breath sending chills down your spine. Grabbing your hand, he moved it over to his manhood; making you grab it, feeling every inch of his solid cock. He needed you feel just exactly how badly he wanted you- to feel exactly what you did to him.

“Look at what you did to me, princess..” He lustfully purred, trailing his hand back to your chest as you continued to palm him. “Do you see what you do to Daddy?”

If nothing else during this little encounter with him made you weak, hearing him refer to himself as Daddy surely did. The second the dominant pet-name rang through your ears, you couldn’t fight back the loud desperate moan that escaped you. Of course, he noticed this. “Oh, you like that, babygirl?” He jeered, harshly nipping at your bud, “Well...” He continued, “Daddy needs to use you, kitten...”

“You got Daddy all worked up just listening to your pretty moans, and now you need to fix what you’ve done..”

... To Be Continued, Maybe~ (if you beg💋)

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mirkwoodshewolf · 7 years

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Chapter 12; Meeting Morowa

To be truthful I’ve had this chapter done for a couple of weeks now but I wanted to first post it up on my Wattpad to see how it does first before I posted it up on here. Now unlike my wattpad account I haven’t given u guys a character pg (which means I created a face cast chapter of new characters and old describing what they will mean from here on out in Bad Wolf in CW) here in this chapter we meet a new character that will help our Wolfie along in her journey and playing her will be this badass, blonde, and beautiful celebrity.

Yep Charlize Theron everybody :) Hope you guys enjoy this chapter.

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A few weeks later, I was taking my daily rounds around the jungle when I caught a scent of someone. Someone I had not smelled before. I lowered my head and lowly snarled as I began to track down the person that belonged to this particular scent.

I kept myself hidden within the darkness of the trees and bushes and after a few short minutes, the scent got stronger and closer. As I stalked silently through the jungle I soon came across a small campsite and there sitting by a fireplace was a woman. She looked to be around Natasha’s age, platinum blonde hair that almost looked like snow that stood at shoulder length.

I had never seen her before but I knew if I wanted to stay here and keep Bucky safe, I had to show this woman who was boss. For all I know she could either be a spy sent in my Secretary Ross or even Stark to try and find me and Bucky, or the worst scenario was that she could be a former spy of HYDRA.

Slowly I crept up closer to her baring my fangs before finally making my move. I lunged for her but she suddenly took out a large knife similar to one of the Dora Milaje daggers and managed to nick me across the chest. I circled around her baring my fangs and snarling fiercely at her and she glared at me with the dagger extended out towards her.

I then leaped for her again but she managed to flip over me and quite literally stab me in the back making me yelp then she took off running deeper into the jungle. I snarled then let out a howl warning T’Challa who I knew was here that an intruder was near the sanctuary, after letting out a couple of howls I took chase after the strange woman.

After picking up her trail again, I charged her head on and managed to swipe her across the back bringing her down. I then pinned her to the ground snarling down at her face when suddenly she flipped herself out from under me and somehow managed to get on my back.

Like a wild mustang, I tried to buck her off of me when I felt her suddenly touch my back in a weird pattern which then made me yelp and suddenly collapse right there on the ground.

Suddenly weak, the woman gripped my muzzle and said to me as she raised her dagger in the air.

“This wasn’t part of the plan, I’m sorry”. That’s when I heard T’Challa cry out as he tackled the woman off of me. He was in full Black Panther armor and soon both he and the woman began to fight it out. Even though I couldn’t move, I could see that both this woman and T’Challa were evenly matched as they both punched and flipped over each other trying to pin the other down.

But soon the woman pulled a Natasha move as she literally wrapped herself around T’Challa’s neck and flipped him right off his feet and she soon got on top of him panting and glaring down at him. Then T’Challa said something that both shocked me and the woman at the same time.

“Morowa?” The woman’s glare softened as she got off of him and back up. T’Challa stood up and he stated again. “It can’t be….Is it really you?”

“Who are you?” The woman stated. T’Challa then did the most risky thing he ever did. He reached for the back of his mask. Once his face was revealed the woman’s face turned to complete shock, “T’Challa?” The two of them looked at each other before smile and exclaiming out happily before hugging each other.

The two of them began talking over each other ecstatically as they hugged each other.

‘Hey! Would someone mind telling me what’s going on here!? T’Challa do you know this woman!?’ I snapped through my collar.

“(Y/n) this is Morowa, she’s an old friend of mine”.

“T’Challa you know Bad Wolf?” Morowa asked. I snarled lowly at that name.

“She’s no longer known as that here. Morowa this is (Y/n) Maximoff, Mother Wolf Raksha to us, she’s here seeking refuge and protection after what all has happened”. Morowa walked up to me and on instinct I kept snarling at her lowly and defensively but she kept eye contact with me then she quickly poked around my neck and shoulder blades until I suddenly got back up on my feet.

‘What was that?’

“Chinese Nerve attack, sorry about that I thought you were a savage wolf”. I phased back into my human form and said.

“And I thought you were an intruder here to take me away or expose my location”.

“So let’s just say we call it even and I help bandage up those wounds I gave you with my knife”. She said to me as she helped me from falling over as I tried to keep my stance but was still feeling like my whole body was still asleep as it tingled so badly.

“Deal”. The three of us soon walked back towards the sanctuary.

Back at the sanctuary, I was in the healing wing with Morowa stitching up some of my knife wounds.

“So….you and T’Challa knew each other?” I asked wanting to make conversation after our little squabble.

“Yeah, childhood friends to be exact. My father was a strong General for the Wakandan army and my mother was a former Dora Milaje, King T’Chaka was a good friend of my father’s and offered us a home in the palace, that’s how I knew both T’Challa and Shuri. We grew up together. After my parents were killed in battle the King basically adopted me and the bond between me and the royal heirs grew stronger from there. Soon I became a member of the King’s royal guard like my mother but I wanted more freedom, so one night I snuck out and hitched a boat ride with some sailors but King T’Chaka came and I confronted him about wanting my freedom and he understood and allowed me to leave but told me that if I ever needed a home, Wakanda would be open to me”.

“Wow that’s quite a tale, I’m so sorry about your parents Morowa”.

“It’s fine. When I heard about what happened to T’Chaka I….I needed to come back”. She then finished the last stitch and said, “There I’m done. I’d recommend not training for a couple of weeks just so the stitches don’t pop, I’ll tell Okoye so that way she won’t be on your back”.

“Yeah she can be a bit much even if I’m 10 seconds late for training”.

“You can’t really blame her, a broken heart can make you do things you never thought you could do”. So that’s why she chooses not to show affection. Okoye had her heart broken by someone. “So who’s in there?” I looked to her and saw her eyes looking at Bucky’s cryotube.

“The reason I’m here”. We looked at each other and she told me.

“I’ve heard what’s happened with the Accords. I can understand why you would choose this place, no one knows this part of Wakanda even exists, not even the main Wakandan government. And actually I know who’s in there”. My eyes widened in shock but she assured me, “Don’t worry, I’m not with any government agency since I left Wakanda. I’m more of a wanderer, a nomad. I won’t turn either of you in while I’m here”.

“You promise? I want the world to know that Bad Wolf died during the Civil War and that Bucky Barnes disappeared off the face of the planet. I made a vow to protect him from anything until Wakandan science could help him”. Morowa smiled softly and placed a gentle, almost motherly hand on my cheek and said.

“I’ll make you a Cherokee vow that I won’t speak of your location here”.

“You lived with Cherokees’?” I asked astounded. She nodded then soon we started talking together about our travels and more of our family past.

Now I can see why T’Challa and Shuri liked her so much. Morowa was so easy to get along with and we actually had a lot in common not just with how and what age we were when we lost our parents but she’s lived with Cherokee tribes back in America while she was living as a nomad.

For the rest of the day, Morowa and I walked around the sanctuary talking until the sunset and we arrived at my room.

“Now (y/n) I want to ask you something”.

“Fire away Moro” I said her nickname.

“What if I told you there was a way for you to train that doesn’t always require brute strength? That you can protect yourself and the ones you love without using just brute strength”.

“Is that possible?”

“Meet me in the training grounds at sunrise tomorrow morning I’ll tell you all about it then, for now you should get some rest. You’ve had a long day”. She stroked my cheek then walked away towards her old living quarters that she told me she had just in the next hallway.

As I prepared myself for bed, my mind went into overdrive of what Morowa was meaning but my sudden tiredness soon took over as I lay down in my wolf form so that I wouldn’t be laying on my stitches. I then soon fell asleep.

#captain america civil war #captain america fanfiction #steve rogers #bucky barnes x reader #bucky barnes x teen reader #wanda maximoff #bad wolf

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wweimagineandedit · 7 years

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Locked In - Shane McMahon x Reader

Summary:- You’re Shane’s assistant and you’ve had feelings for him for a long time. Shane hears you talking to a friend about how you feel about him, and once you two are stuck in a room together, you’re forced to speak to Shane about what happened - and things escalate from there.

Warnings:- Smut, Swearing

Word Count:-1,773

Requested By Anon

A/N - Well guys, after far too long - I’m finally back.

@fangasm202 @blondekel77

Let’s be real. Being the assistant of Shane McMahon was not the easiest job in the world to say the least. Constant running around trying to get everything done for a set time, always having to be on my toes in case something unexpected was to arise. Most people would hate the job I’ve got – but I couldn’t be any happier. I like to be kept busy all the time, the pay is good, and Shane is, well, rather dreamy.

I think the time I realised I had feelings for him was when he went on holiday to The Caribbean and insisted that I come with him. “There’s still gonna be business to take care of when I’m away, (Y/N). I’ll need you there, just in case” were the exact words he said to me. I remember them as if they were yesterday, playing them over and over in my head, trying to stop convincing myself that he wanted me to come away with him because he had feelings for me. Stopping myself from thinking that our relationship is anything but business.

I’m snapped out of my thoughts when I feel a buzz in the right pocket of my tight fit black trousers.

Pulling my phone out of my pocket, my phone screen lights up to a text from Shane.

“Pick me up a bottle of water from catering pls (Y/N). Dehydrating here lol. C u in 5 x.”

Grabbing a bottle of water from the fridge, I text him back. “No probs. Be there in 3 ;) x”

After pressing send, I immediately regret sending the winking face. Was that too flirty? He is my boss at the end of the day. Shaking my head, I head towards the meeting room to meet with Shane and the creative team.

After the meeting with the creative team, I glance at my phone and see text from Carmella.

“Hey (Y/N)! Haven’t seen you for so long. I mean, I’ve seen you with Shane, how’s that going by the way girl? ;) Come down to the locker room and tell me everything! Xox” I smile and roll my eyes before turning to see Shane heading towards me.

“Successful meeting, don’t you think?” He says, wrapping his arm around my shoulder and giving me a tight squeeze. No matter how many times he did that, it always gave me goosebumps.

“Aren’t they always when you’re the one leading them?” I shoot back playfully.

“Well I’m not one to blow my own trumpet but…” He laughs.

Laughing back at him, I say “Am I alright to go see some of the girls for a bit? You don’t need me do you? Cause I’ve got nothing on my schedule for some time and-“

Shane cuts me off mid sentence. “Of course you can. I’m your boss and your friend, not your probation officer.”

“Haha yeah of course. Well, you know my number if you need me.”

With that, I head towards the locker room to see Carmella, ignoring how much Shane using the word ‘friend’ stung.

Sitting on some crates near Gorilla with Carmella, I fill her in on everything happening regarding my feelings for Shane.

“So do you really think it’s strictly professional between you guys? I mean so may of us girls see the way he looks at you, it looks like so much more than a employee/employer thing?” Carmella says.

“I wish it was more than that. Literally all that he has to do is let his knee touch mine in a meeting and my heart melts. I wish I wasn’t so afraid of telling him you know? Everything else is so easy to talk to him about, but this is just something I’m so afraid of. He’s one of the most wonderful, kind, caring and loving men I’ve ever met. It’s so cringey how much I like Shane. I wish I didn’t but I do.”

Carmella makes no facial expression, she just points behind me. My heart drops, and I already know what it is. As usual, I’ve lost track of time speaking to Mella, and Shane’s opening Smackdown tonight. I turn around and see Shane looking at me.

“I-I have to go!” I stammer before running off down the corridor. I hear Shane calling after me, but I hear his music hit, so I know he can’t follow me.

I spend the entirety of Smackdown hiding from Shane. Finding a safe hiding spot in an empty meeting room, I sit down on the couch in the corner, clutching my phone in my shaking hands. My phone blows up with texts from Carmella and Shane.

“(Y/N) Where are you? I’m worried! Call me. Love C xoxo”

“(Y/N) Please answer me x” “Where are you? We gotta talk about this x” “Pls tell me where you are (Y/N). I’m worried about u xx” All from Shane.

Tossing my phone to the couch beside me, I curl up on the couch as I feel the pit in my stomach grow and grow. Laying down, I turn over to face the back of the couch. Shutting my eyes, I try to block out all the events of the last hour.

All of a sudden, I feel a hand gently shaking my shoulder. Turning over, I look up and see Shane looking down at me. Quickly I sit up, moving to the other side of the couch. I pick up my phone, 11:30pm, realising I must of fell asleep.

I stand up and head towards the door. “(Y/N) please stop. I’ve been worried about you and looking for you for hours. We need to talk about this.” Shane says earnestly.

“Look I just want to go back to the hotel, I don’t want to talk about this Shane.” I retort, grabbing the door handle and pushing it, but the door jams. I try again, the door jams again.

“The doors stuck.” I sigh.

“What? Let me try” Shane says pacing towards me.

Dropping my hands to my sides, I move to the wall on the opposite side of the room as Shane tries to open the door with no success.

“The doors stuck” Shane says flatly.

“Tell me something I don’t know”

“Okay. I feel the same about you.”

Shocked, I turn my body towards Shane. “Don’t joke about that, Shane.”

“(Y/N) I’m not joking. For so long I’ve wanted to tell you but I thought you’d think it was weird, having your boss hit on you. You get me, (Y/N). You go out of you way to help me get things done, you’re always there to talk to, you’re kind, funny, sexy as hell.”

I can’ t help but smile as he throws compliment after compliment at me. “And honestly, (Y/N),” he walks slowly towards me, trapping me between his body in the world, his face so close to mine I can feel his breath on my face “I think about you every second of every day”.

He places his hand on my cheek, planting a soft kiss on lips, taking me by surprise. However, I react in no time, putting my arms around his neck as he wraps his around my waist.

The kisses quickly become more passionate and wanting, his tongue sliding into my mouth, his hands wandering from my waist to my ass. I pull his shirt over his head, and he grabs either side of my shirt, ripping the buttons open and kissing from my collarbones down my torso, causing the hairs on the back of my neck to prick up.

He moves back up my body, kissing my neck as he lifts me up. I wrap my legs around him, feeling his rock hard dick pushing against the fabric of his pants. He gently puts me down on the couch, kissing just above my waistband as he undoes the button of my trousers.

He pulls off my trousers, tossing them to the side and drinking in the sight of me in my matching black underwear set. He runs his hands down my body,

“I’ve imagined what you look like under those clothes a million times, but nothing I’ve imagined will ever compare to how fucking hot you are In real life.” He rasps.

I sit up, mimicking his actions, kissing above his waistband and unbuttoning his trousers, pulling both his trousers and boxers down at once, letting his huge member spring free. I lick the length of his dick, flicking my tongue over the tip, making him bite his lip and shudder.

“Mr McMahon, I could say the exact same for you” I smirk, lightly kissing his tip once more before lying back down, him following me down so his body is pressed against mine.

He kisses me softly on the lips as he pushes my soaked panties to the side, as I feel a trickle of my wetness run down my pussy. He rubs his dick against my slit, enjoying teasing me.

“Jesus please just fuck me”

Shane nips at my neck before responding by slowly pushing himself inside of me, stretching my pussy as it adjusted to his length.

“Fuck!” I moan as he starts to pick up a pace, pushing himself in and out of me.

“Shit you feel amazing (Y/N)” Shane rasps as he pushes himself deeper inside of me, causing my legs to shudder as I claw down his back when his pace increases even more.

He reaches his arm down between us and starts to play with my clit, making me lose my breath even faster than before. I feel a familiar sensation pooling in my abdomen, “Fuck Shane I’m gonna cum don’t stop!” I whisper hoarsely into his ear.

He pushes himself deep inside me once again, and I feel my walls contract as I cum all over Shane’s huge dick. Shane follows seconds after, “Fuck (Y/N) I-I” he stammered as he emptied his load inside of me.

Shane kisses my forehead and smiles down at me, stroking my hair back. “I’m afraid I’m gonna wake up and this was all a dream.” He chuckles.

Gently placing my hand on his neck, I pull myself up to place a kiss on his lips. “Trust me, this is real.” I smile up at him.

We dress just in time to have someone bust the door open.

“Mr McMahon, Miss (Y/N), we’re so sorry! We’ve had a few complaints about people getting stuck in here. Are you both ok??” The man dressed in all black with an earpiece in asks, worried.

Shane slips his hand into mine and looks down at me smiling. “Yeah, everything’s perfect now.”

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My Top 25 Games Advent Day 15 - Super Smash Bros. Ultimate (#11)

“On that day, when the sky fell away, our world came to an end.”

It would be an understatement to say I was late to the party when it comes to Smash and even fighting games in general, after my first experience being stumbling upon a copy of Brawl amongst my boyfriend’s old Wii games, before picking up the 3DS one for myself. There in front of me was some of the most fun I’ve ever had playing a game, especially with other people, and a roster full of characters I’d barely heard of. I found myself drawn into the Smash hype circle, getting to know each and every character, their movesets and what characters/stages could turn up in the future. This meant I was in the perfect spot to be blisteringly excited for the game’s latest installment and, for me at least, it is by far the best fighting game ever made, as well as most ambitious and well-executed crossover event conceived.

Smash at its base level embodies fun, both for casual players (like me) and those who prefer the competitive side of things. The controls are intuitive, but take time to master, and it’s so accessible I genuinely feel as if I might be competent at it. To make matters even better, Ultimate is the most refined and fast-paced in the series, blending perfectly responsive controls, moment-to-moment fighting and revamped movesets to accommodate these changes, this truly is my definitive Smash title. I can’t tell you how many hours I’ve whittled away just playing the CPUs (actually, yes I can, because my Switch tells me), because I genuinely just have that much fun with it.

As I mentioned before, I was pretty much immediately sucked into the hype cycle that came with Ultimate and I was unbelievably excited for each and every character that came in. That’s the great thing about Smash; the fact that the lead-up is arguably better than its release, purely due to the giddy speculation of what characters from our favourite franchises could make the cut this time around, even if most of the characters that came in I’d purely heard through other people.

In March of 2018, Nintendo dropped a sneaky trailer showing off the inclusion of the Inklings before the game was even announced at the end of the trailer; Inklings are fun and cool and I was into it. Skip to E3 and oh god I’ve never been this excited in my entire life. Fucking everyone is coming back from every previous game, along with highly requested big boi Ridley and slightly less requested Daisy (who I still main sometimes) and that’s when I sort of lost it. Following that up with the likes of the Belmonts, K. Rool, Ken, that beautiful plant, my bois from Persona 5 AND DQ11? And some 90s twunk in a baseball cap? This roster couldn’t get any better if it tried (except it can, because there’s more coming). Each and every stage that accompanies these characters is perfectly realised, with the whole game brilliantly utilising its bright, consistent art style, which is especially impressive when you consider the fact they needed to balance the aesthetics of the likes of Solid Snake and Isabelle. Everything in this game is just brimming with Sakurai and the Smash team’s dizzying attention to detail that packs as many references and callbacks to specific characters and franchises as possible. The vast majority of stages maintain the overall visual design of its home franchise, as well as including camoes from other NPCs from those games. And the S O U N D T R A C K. Basically a thousand tracks worth at this point, peppered with remixes for every franchise, even ones that wouldn’t have been necessary but are just a testament to the amount of time and effort put into making this game the ultimate crossover. Even putting aside the massive amount of original tracks and older remixes, newer ones like Termina Field, Guile Stage, Beneath the Mask, literally everything from Mega Man and Castlevania. It’s all just so GOOD.

However, by the time release was starting to inch closer, one gripe remained. What, if anything, were they going to do about single player content? Because Smash is not famed for its myriad of stuff you can do alone and Smash is basically half the fun without someone to play it with. In Melee, you had Adventure Mode, which was just kind of there. In Brawl, a grandiose campaign complete with unique bosses and wonky platforming, Subspace Emissary. And I’ll be honest, while I loved the cutscenes, I eventually couldn’t finish it due to the sheer length of time I spent competing with the slightly off platforming sections. And famously, Smash 4 was almost completely devoid of any single player content, with the exception being the inevitable classic mode. But all my concerns melted away when they unveiled the opening cutscene of their cool new story mode, World of Light. I know this had mixed reception, but I personally loved it, because it focused on what you’re actually meant to be doing in Smash; fighting things. Add on top of this a vague story about killing eldritch beings and collecting over a thousand shiny JPEGs and yeah I’m hooked on this. It’s still wild to me that so fucking many of my absolute favourite characters are collectible in one place, from Mipha to Makoto Niijima, my DQ11 lads to Ricky the kangaroo. World of Light was an absolute blast and I loved playing it and discovering all of its secrets.

And now, prepare for the smallest paragraph in the world as I take you through my two (2) tiny gripes with this game:

1. They kinda fucked with All-Star mode. I preferred the sort of gauntlet thing from the previous game, though that is just nitpicking at this point.

2. Two tracks and no spirits was apparently all they could find for Final Fantasy. I suppose we can’t blame them, I bet they looked. Probably buried underneath all that Squeenix royalty money. Maybe they’ll dig up some more content one day.

There’s my gushing review on my absolute favourite fighting game I’ve played. Maybe I’m biased considering this is packed with my favourite series and full of characters I’ve come to now through the game, but I consider this to be the definitive Smash. And there’s still more coming! I’m going to explode!

Standout Moment Award: Today’s standout moment is the only one on this list that’s going to something that occured pre-release; that is every Nintendo Direct that gave us a brand new character. That build-up, that giddy excitement of knowing you’re about to find out who’s next to join, is something little else in gaming can match.

Standout Character Award: Joker. Nothing can really top the excitement I felt at my perfect boi dropping into the Game Awards.

Tomorrow: No. 10; Space captain and all-around sex machine goes on a universe-spanning, pest control adventure.

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