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illegal-spiegel · 4 years

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Earwig pt.2

Pairing: Katsuki Bakugo x f!reader x Shoto Todoroki Genre: smut Warnings: threesome, spanking, choking, temp play, slight bdsm?, unprotected sex(always wrap it up!), degradation, and I think that’s it??? Summary: After Bakugo and Todoroki hear you talking about them in the locker room, they decide to give you a nice surprise Word Count: 3.5k A/N: CHARACTERS ARE AGED UP. Also, you don’t necessarily have to read part one to understand this but it’ll help you understand some of the comments they make and whatnot

Part One

You giggle and tease the girls as you head out of the locker room, stretching your sore body out. You smile and greet the boys who are already in the class, taking your seat in the middle of the classroom. It gave you a pretty good view of Bakugo but sadly not of Todoroki who sat behind you.

You pull out your phone and just start to do random stuff on it until class starts. You didn’t even realize class was starting until Mr. Aizawa started talking. You snap your head up and look around with furrowed brows. Normally, everyone would be chatting up a storm until the last second. Today though, only the girls were conversing quietly with each other. Most of them don’t sit near each other though, so they had to get up to stand around the classroom.

You look around suspiciously, trying to figure out why some of the boys are acting so weird. You sit behind Kaminari and in front of Kirishima. Normally, they’d be yapping your ear off about a new meme or something ‘manly.’ Today though? Nothing. You can’t turn around to look at Kirishima since class has started, and you’d rather not have Mr. Aizawa thinking you’re not paying attention. Again.

So, you just have to look at what’s in front of you. You can tell Kaminari is in a good mood thanks to his humming. Actually, he’s humming Jiro’s favorite song under his breath and keeps looking to his left at her. She seems to not notice this though since she’s writing down something Mr. Aizawa said.

Maybe you should be paying attention but you’re just too freaked out right now.

Next, you look at Ojiro who sits right in front of Kaminari. You can see his ears are dark red and he’s sitting very stiffly. After observing Ojiro, you look at Aoyama, who is pouting to himself as he stares at Mr. Aizawa, but doesn’t seem to be paying attention.

Yup, something fishy is definitely going on here.

You look from student to student until you reach Deku who is shaking in his seat and is as red as a fire hydrant. You’d be worried about him if it wasn’t for the fact that all the boys are acting weird.

You stare at him for a while, trying to come up with answers to why he and the other boys are acting like this. It’s not all of the boys either, from what you can tell. Koji and Sero seem to be acting like normal. You stare at the windows now, the gears in your brain moving faster than they have in a while.

Movement in front of the window causes you to blink and turn your focus to said movement. You’re met with cocky, crimson eyes who stare at you without hesitation. You stare right back at him, refusing to bow down to the handsome brat.

He suddenly smirks, making your brows furrow in response. He opens his mouth a little to slip his tongue out, taking his sweet time to lick his lips. Your eyes, obviously, move from his eyes to his mouth to watch the little show he’s putting on. This only causes his ego to boost more than it already is but you can’t help it. With you watching, he pulls his tongue back into his mouth before biting his bottom lip.

That’s when it hits you.

They heard! Those nasty, perverted, pigs!

A gasp flies past your lips before you can stop yourself, bringing all eyes to you. Except for Bakugo. He looks away to look back to Mr. Aizawa, who is also staring at you.

“Miss (L/n),” you stand as your name is called, your face as hot as the sun, “you seem quite excited about today’s lesson. Why don’t you tell everyone what you learned last from chapter sixty-nine.”

You flinch a bit at the number, your mind going back to the hallway when you said you’d want to try that with either of the two men you named. You huff and squint your eyes a bit at Mr. Aizawa as you start to recite a few things that you remembered from the reading. As much as you didn’t want to do the reading, you aren’t about to get left behind or have Mr. Aizawa hold this over your head just like every other mistake you make.

“Okay. Sit down,” he says, in what you swear is in a tone filled with boredom, in the middle of your response to his demand, making you shut your mouth and try not to glare at him. You do as you’re told and quickly plop down, crossing your arms over your chest.

You’re going to murder Bakugo and the other boys.

As soon as class is over, Bakugo is practically the first one out the door. Oh, that prick thinks he’s so sneaky and slick. You practically growl as you follow after him as quickly as you can without bringing attention to yourself.

He gets outside before you can stop him, your face getting hotter by the second the angrier you get. You bust through the front doors and search among the many bodies for unruly blond hair. You huff when you don’t see him, your hands clenching at your sides.

You quickly go back in and get your stuff, which you had left in your hurry to catch up to him, before leaving the school to walk the short distance to the dorms. Your eyes widen when you walk into the dorms to see Bakugo leaning against the wall, looking immensely bored. Well, that is until he sees you. A smirk then instantly crawls onto his face as his eyes look you up and down.

Your mood instantly plummets again as you swiftly start to march towards him, your face growing warm again. His smirk turns mischievous as he pushes off the wall and heads towards the elevators. He walks inside just as you reach him and quickly follow him inside, ready to reprimand him for eavesdropping on the girls and to ask who else heard.

“Bakugo-” is all you get out before the elevator doors close and your back is suddenly against the wall. You stare at him in shock before realizing, duh, he knows some of your kinks and what you want him to do to you. He presses his body against yours and then brings his hand to your throat, lightly squeezing it and watching your eyes flutter.

He chuckles lowly as he leans his face close to yours, his nose trailing over your jaw before his lips find your ear. “Well, I sure think I’m packing. Maybe that’s why my ego is so inflated,” he says lowly before nibbling on the lobe of your ear. You whimper softly and arch into him, wanting nothing more than to feel him hard against you.

“You weren’t lying, were you? This really is all you think about, huh? You’re such a dirty whore. I wonder who’d you rather have pounding into you while the other one puts that filthy mouth to good use,” he growls as he starts to grind against you.

A moan escapes you before you can trap it and lock it deep down inside of you. He kisses down your neck and, even then, you can still feel him smirking. “God, I hate you,” you growl, making no effort to push him away or stop him.

Why would you? You’ve fantasized about this almost, if not, every day.

“Oh, it’s not a matter of whether you hate me or not. Either way, you’re still desperate for this coc-”

He’s cut off by the elevator door opening, making him grunt. He pulls away from you but is sure to grab your wrist to drag you to his room. This is when you notice that he is taking you to his room, seeing as how you live on the second floor whereas he lives on the fourth.

He opens his door, practically throws you in, before slamming the door shut behind him. You almost start saying that maybe you two should slow things down when you find Todoroki sitting on the bed. When you lock eyes with him, you almost whimper. He stands up and places his hands into his pockets, his face not showing any emotion but his eyes are practically shining.

Bakugo comes up behind you and pushes his hard-on to your ass, starting to lightly grind against you. “I invited icyhot, hope you don’t mind,” he grumbles in your ear. This time, you do whimper. You don’t have to be facing Bakugo to know he’s grinning that evil grin he does when he’s about to do something bad.

“Well? Do you just plan on watching?” he snaps at Todoroki, making Todoroki huff a bit. He silently walks over and stands right in front of you, looking at Bakugo’s hands on your waist.

“Can I touch you?” he asks softly, looking up to meet your eyes. The fact that he even had to ask is so cute.

“I know you heard us today,” you start, reaching out to run your hands across his broad chest, “I know you heard what I want you to do to me,” you finish in a sultry tone, your tongue coming out to wet your lips. He watches the action before swooping down to connect your lips, a moan escaping you as Bakugo thrusts against your ass harder.

The kiss is messy and sloppy but you wouldn’t want it any other way. You gently pull on his hair, his hands going from your cheeks to slowly going down to your breasts. You gasp into his mouth when he squeezes them, your back arching away from Bakugo to press your chest further into his hands.

You hear Bakugo grunt before sliding his hands up under your shirt, bringing the cloth with him, When his hands meet Todoroki, Todoroki pulls away to allow him to take your shirt off. While Bakugo pulls it off, Todoroki is quick to reach behind you and remove your bra.

As soon as it’s off, Bakugo has his hands on your chest and making you moan with no lips to stop you. Todoroki meets your eyes before leaning down to start kissing down your neck, sucking and biting on random places. By this point, your clit is throbbing and your panties are completely soaked.

“Guys, I’ve been dreaming about this for a while. Can we speed up the foreplay?” you stutter out, your hands tugging at Todoroki’s double-colored strands of hair. He pulls away to look at you once more, panting a bit from his attack on your neck. Once he’s pulled back though, Bakugo is quick to push you forward before shoving you onto the bed.

“What was it you said you liked?” Bakugo asks sarcastically, his hands trailing down your back to your ass that you pushed into the air. “Oh, that’s right,” he says after a moment, acting as if the thought just occurred to him.

You cry out when he spanks you, causing you to arch your back and tightly grip the covers of his bed. “You don’t get to tell us what to do, whore. We are the boss of you, not the other way around.” You mewl lewdly at his words, your mouth watering as you wait for him to say more.

He spanks you again, causing you to moan loudly. You stare up at Todoroki when he moves to the other side of the bed, watching his face as he gently pushes the hair out of your face. “Don’t I need to be quiet? We are right next to Kirishima’s room,” you reason softly, trying to press your thighs together.

At this, Bakugo shoves your bottoms down and spanks you harder this time. This spank though involved a tiny spark from his quirk, making you barely be able to hold back a scream. It hurts but the pain is so delicious that you can’t help but to want another hit.

“I don’t care if he hears it or not. You probably want him to hear you so that he can come join us. Would you like that? Have another man here to fill you up with his cum?” Bakugo growls before spanking your other cheek the same way he hit you last time. You smack your hand over your mouth, tears springing to your eyes.

An animalistic growl comes from him as his free hand reaches forward to snatch your head up by your hair, making you stare up at Todoroki. “Admit it, you slut. You’d like that. Just like how you’re gonna love having me stuffing one of your holes while Todoroki stuffs the other one,” he says darkly.

A guttural moan escapes you as your eyes roll back into your head, your wet flower clenching around nothing. “Look at her. Maybe we should go over and invite him right now,” he threatens.

“Please, fill me up with your coc-”

You cut yourself off with a shrill moan when he spanks you again. You notice then that Todoroki has taken off his clothes and is currently pumping his hard length. Just like you thought, he’s long and thick. You wonder how big he is compared to Bakugo.

You gasp when you feel Bakugo’s length suddenly rubbing against your wet heat. “This what you want, huh? You want this hole stuffed by me, whore?” You nod your head with a whine, leaning your hips back to rub yourself against him. You’re quick to reach back and wrap your hand around his length, almost moaning at how thick and heavy he is in your hand.

You gasp again when your face is suddenly shoved into the mattress while his other hand snatches your hand away from him. “Did I say you can touch me?” he hisses. You feel him get off the bed and walk to somewhere else in the room.

You didn’t dare lift your head from the bed to look.

You inhale sharply when you feel Todoroki’s hands on your head, his fingers gently turning your head to look up at him. “You aren’t acting like the good girl I know you are,” he says softly, his already deep voice sounding lower than usual. You whimper at his words, it being better than anything you’ve ever dreamed. “How was that? Was that ‘deliciously dark’ enough for you?” he teases, a smirk coming to his face. You mewl at this, quickly nodding your head to show him how pleased you are. You just knew he’d talk like that once he’s riled up. You lean your weight on one hand and let the other reach out to him, starting to slide your hand up and down his member.

Your focus is pulled away from him when the bed shifts with Bakugo’s weight, your lip coming between your teeth when he forces your hand away from Todoroki to put them behind your back to tie them. Once your hands are tied up nice and tight, he forces you forward to where your chin is just over the bed. Bakugo has a tall enough bed frame to where you’re face to face with Todoroki’s hard member.

Now that you’re getting a better look, you see a vein protruding on the bottom that runs up his entire length. When your eyes reach the tip, you see precum gathering at the slit, making your mouth water once more.

“Do you think I even have to prep her? I bet she’s stretched out from all the times she’s shoved a dildo up her tight hole while imagining it’s one of us,” Bakugo says to Todoroki, his hand coming down on your right cheek again. Your body jumps with the hit to your already sore ass, a whining moan slipping past your lips. “Say, I wonder who she fantasized about more,” he says to himself as if he’s thinking out loud.

He brings his fingers to your sopping heat, pulling your panties to the side to spread your juices from your dripping hole to your clit. “She’s so wet. She loves the way we’re treating her, icyhot.” You turn your head to look at Todoroki’s face, finding that he’s biting his lip. You shudder as Bakugo takes his sweet time pulling your panties away, a strand of your arousal sticking to your panties as he pulls them down your legs. “God, you’re soaked,” he hisses, dropping the panties to your knees before grabbing your hip tightly with one hand.

The other hand goes back to touching your wetness, going against his idea of shoving himself right into your warmth. You moan when he gathers your arousal on his fingers and starts to rub at your swollen clit again, your eyes fluttering as you finally get some relief to the throbbing nub. With him pleasing you, you felt bad that Todoroki is just standing before you watching.

You shift your head forward and lick a stripe up the vein you were eyeing earlier. He hisses and brings his hands to your head again, his nails lightly digging into your skull as you suckle on his tip. You moan around him when Bakugo slips two fingers into you at once, your mouth going further down Todoroki’s length with each pump of Bakugo’s fingers.

When he adds a third finger, you accidentally deepthroat Todoroki and gag around him. You pull back quickly but keep your mouth around him, your tongue lapping at the head. “Look at you being such a good girl for me,” Todoroki says between pants, his hips starting to lightly thrust.

You hum in response, glad that you’re pleasing him. “She’s not a good girl. She’s anything but. She’s just a nasty little whore that wants us to use her as a sex toy,” Bakugo says behind you as he pulls out his fingers. You pull away from Todoroki’s member to wail when Bakugo finally pushes into you, stretching your walls out more than your fingers or toys ever could. “See? Look at her. This is all she’s good for,” Bakugo growls as he bottoms out before pulling his hips back to just snap them back against your ass.

You cry out in pleasure, your eyes rolling in your head for the nth time. You’re temporarily distracted when Todoroki turns your head back to his member and uses his other hand to grab ahold of his wet shaft. He then presses the head to your lips with a smirk, raising his brow up at you after holding it there waiting for you to open up. You instantly drop your jaw and stick out your tongue, his member sliding along your tongue towards the back of your throat.

You close your mouth around him and let him thrust since you’re having trouble moving with Bakugo pounding into you with each of his thrusts and moving your body. You moan with each of Bakugo’s thrusts, letting Todoroki feel the vibrations and making him grunt each time you do it.

You gasp around Todoroki’s shaft when his member suddenly starts getting really warm, making you become concerned for a moment before you realize what he’s doing. Before it can get too hot, he starts to drop the temperature and cools your mouth with his member until it’s as cold as ice. You moan loudly and clench around Bakugo, feeling Todoroki’s hands start to wander your back and do the same thing his member just did. Seeing Todoroki use his quirk on you, Bakugo decides to use his again.

You scream when Bakugo spanks you harder than ever before with his quirk, your scream thankfully being muffled since your mouth is full. Your scream causes Todoroki’s head to drop back, his mouth falling open as he starts to thrust faster in your mouth. Before you even realize, you’re cumming around Bakugo. Your body shakes a bit from the power of it, your eyes squeezing shut.

“That’s it. Cum with me stuffed in your tight hole. I can feel you pulsing around me,” Bakugo hisses, his hips starting to smack against your ass quicker and quicker. Todoroki starts to push deeper into your mouth, making him deepthroat you with every thrust. You moan when you can, your walls clenching around Bakugo and making your entrance cling onto him every time he pulls out.

It didn’t take long for Todoroki to shoot his load down your throat, some of his seed slipping past your lips and goes down your chin and neck. He stays in your mouth for a moment before slowly pulling out, your lips catching any cum that was stuck to his shaft.

Bakugo cums next, pulling out just in time to cum on your sore ass. He lets out a guttural moan as he does, his head tilted back when you turn to look at him. When he finishes, your legs are quick to give out and you slide them to lay down flat on the bed.

That is the best sex that you’ll ever have in your life, you’re sure.

“Next time, we are switching holes,” Todoroki says, leaving no room for questions.

“Fine. Ten minutes and you’ll get your turn,” Bakugo grumbles as he lays down on his back next to you. You grunt, both too tired to go another round but also too impatient to wait any longer to have them again.

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Again, characters are aged up

MASTERLIST

More with Bakugo

I lowkey wanna write a part three-

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iworshipkeanureeves · 4 years

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NSFW Alphabet - Neo

A/N: Soooo, I have been struggling with my writing recently and I thought I could try something where I didn’t need to write a continuous text. I love reading NSFW alphabets and I figured I could do one with Neo, because he is my favorite one. This is obviously just my opinion and we can discuss if you disagree.

Words: 2.5 K

Warnings: nsfw

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

After helping you clean up, Neo likes to stay in bed for some cuddles; he becomes quite clingy after sex. He loves feeling your warm, slightly sweaty body held tight in his embrace, as he whispers sweet nothings into your ear. He usually won’t talk too much, but he makes sure that you are feeling good and that you know how important you are to him. It all comes natural to Neo because he loves you so much.

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

Neo adores your lips. He loves kissing them, and even a simple kiss means a lot to him. Sometimes he runs his thumb along your lower lip, and it drives him crazy the way you circle your lips surrounding his finger as you suck it in, twirling your tongue around his fingertip. Watching your mouth wrapping around his girth must be one of Neo’s favorite things; how the moist inside of your sultry lips glide along his full length, stalling to place a wet kiss at the seeping tip.

Neo likes his hands, the way they perfectly cup your breasts (another favorite part of yours), the way they can work magic between your legs. He loves how much he can do with his hands, the range he has to give you the pleasure you deserve; how he can gently stroke your hair or caress your cheek, but at the same time it excites him to get a tight grip on your hips or pinch your nipple while he is thrusting ardently, trying to send you over the edge.

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

Neo loves watching his cum on your skin, his pearly seed dripping down your chest, droplets curving around your breasts. Sometimes, he likes to drag his thick fingers through the pool of his release, spreading it around your nipples, rubbing the smooth fluid into your skin. Seeing your gleaming eyes following his fingertips, Neo can’t resist sticking them into your mouth, waiting for you to suck his fingers clean.

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

Sometimes Neo waits for missions where you go into the matrix, and he can stay at the Nebuchadnezzar, monitoring you and observing the screen. Ever since Neo learned how to read the matrix in code, he has been always watching you fight in there. He has never admitted that to you, but it drives him crazy seeing how you battle the agents with perfected moves in your latex uniform. There are even times when it all becomes too much for Neo and he has to rush straight to his room to relieve the tension all by himself.

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

He isn’t very experienced but he has learned a lot since you two met. Neo is all about pleasuring you; he might not ask directly about what you enjoy, but he takes note whenever you whimper or squirm, as he touches particular spots that work wonders for you. That is how he has acquired the knowledge on how to satisfy specifically you and just you.

F = Favorite position (this goes without saying)

Neo craves intimacy, he loves kissing your lips, your chest and your neck while making love with you. Missionary is his go to; Neo loves the way his weight presses you down, and how it allows him to feel you trembling underneath him. He savors the accessibility of your breasts too.

Neo enjoys spooning as well; your back pressed to his abdomen and chest, this genuine skin to skin contact, reminding Neo how real this world is. It is the sense of peace and clarity, something Neo has been searching for so long. He adores having you in his arms, making you feel safe, and in addition to that, Neo uses the opportunity to conveniently reach for your clit, rubbing heavenly circles between your thighs, kissing your spine and the back of your neck.

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

Neo can get pretty goofy at times, however, during sex he gets a little more serious. You will still get a good laugh once in a while with him, but he tends to leave it for later, when you cuddle in bed after sex.

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

Neo doesn’t care too much, he keeps himself in his natural state most of the time; however, he would be willing to alter it if you asked. For you, he’s okay with anything. It really turns him on when you have at least a little bit of hair, but he also enjoys when you change it up once in a while.

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

Neo is all about you, he is a passionate lover and he makes sure that you feel incredible the entire time. Occasionally, Neo whispers sweet words to your ear; how beautiful you are, how good you make him feel. His hands roam your body, showing love to all parts of your skin, and sometimes, he takes your hand entwining your fingers together, making sure you feel safe with him.

J = Jack off (masturbation headcanon)

He used to jack off quite a lot before being cut off from the matrix. Relationships used to be difficult for him, since he was always feeling as if something was off, it never felt real. Now, being a part of the real world, he doesn’t need to masturbate that much anymore, especially when he has you. Sometimes, however, when Neo leaves for a longer mission without you, he has no choice but to release the tension; and yet, you are the one he thinks about.

K = Kink (one or more of their kinks)

He loves watching how you touch yourself. The way your fingers trace to your sensitive bud, getting lost between your succulent folds; it drives Neo crazy seeing you writhing, your chest pulsating with heavy breaths. The way your pleasure-filled eyes find his, and you invite him to join in, replacing your hand with a much sturdier one, whimpering feeling his thick fingers going in.

Neo also takes pleasure in you blindfolding him, depriving him of one of his senses. Every touch feels electric then, and the unknown excites him. The way your lips unexpectedly sheath his cock, your tongue tracing his veins; the sensation becomes heightened and he twitches under the slightest touch.

He was surprised to learn that in addition to the blindfold, he loved the ropes too. Neo was quite reluctant the first time you brought them up, wrapping the string around his wrists and securing them to the bed. However, the lack of sight paired with having no control only made Neo come harder from the way you rode his cock, grinding his pelvic bone.

L = Location (favorite places to do the do)

Neo prefers having sex back in Zion, in your shared bed; he likes the comfort and security of it compared to the cramped and thin-walled rooms of Nebuchadnezzar. He loves when he has the time to properly satisfy you, bring your over the edge more than once the same night, hence he prefers to do it somewhere private where you can both relax.

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

You. Basically Neo doesn’t need too much to get him going. A little bit of kissing, a little bit of touching, and he is turned on.

In particular, it’s very hard for Neo to keep his hands to himself when there is a party in Zion and the whole city is overpowered by sweltering heat; when you walk in nothing but a light piece of almost sheer fabric covering your bare skin. Then, Neo approaches you from behind, pressing himself to your ass, and his fingertips slip under your attire, travelling up the sides your quivering thighs. It is a sign for you to ditch the dance floor and go look for a private room.

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

Neo is fairly soft, he is reluctant to do anything that might possibly hurt you. Even a gentle slap to your face is a little too much for him, and Neo couldn’t force himself to this. The degradation is something he is not a fan of, and probably no crude words escape his mouth during sex. Even if you asked him, Neo couldn’t call you something like ‘his slut’, but still, he is more or less okay rewarding your ass with a stingy slap while fucking you from behind.

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

Neo adores oral sex, he enjoys it both ways. Sixty-nine is a common part of your foreplay, and he loves giving and receiving at the same time. Neo also loves when you give attention to his balls while eagerly sucking his length, and whenever you don’t want to make a mess, Neo loves coming inside your mouth, watch your fiery eyes as you swallow his load.

Going down on you, Neo enjoys when you take control, tangling your fingers into his hair, directing his tongue to a perfect spot. He loves when you tie his hands to the bed and ride his face as well, cumming all over him, lustfully moaning his name.

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

Neo likes to start slow, he makes sure that all parts of your body get their share of his love. He takes his time with kisses and loving strokes, until he sees the desperation for more in your eyes. He won’t go at a cervix-crushing force, but he can definitely speed it up if he feels like that is what you want.

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

Neo prefers the long thing. However, spending weeks on the Neb, sometimes there’s no choice but to do it quick before anyone from the crew starts looking for you. That is when he chooses to have you sitting on his lap with just your bottoms down, or a quick fuck from behind, panting and whispering his expressions of love.

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

Neo isn’t the one to suggest something riskier that a quickie with a possibility of getting caught. He is usually up for trying a new pose or location, but he could never agree to something that might possibly hurt you.

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

Neo is pretty good at controlling himself and he prefers to go for one (sometimes two) fairly long round instead of a series of quickies, provided that the time is not pressing you. If you haven’t seen each other for quite a while, Neo cums pretty quickly the first time. On the other hand, it is possible to have three or even four rounds then spread throughout the same day, each being longer than the previous one, to make up for the time you lost.

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

Neo isn’t too much into toys. Sometimes, he loves switching his fingers for a handmade dildo (which Zion women have gifted to you) when he goes down on you. Other than that, he’s fine with his blindfold and maybe light ropes once in a while.

U = Unfair (how much they like to tease)

Whenever Neo tries teasing you, he ends up succumbing to it himself, so it never lasts for too long. On the other hand, he enjoys to be teased by you, and he doesn’t mind a little show that you can put up to drive him a little bit insane.

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

Neo isn’t too vocal, especially when things are happening at the Neb. At first, while warming up, Neo whispers his words of love straight to your ear. As he feels himself coming closer to the edge, he begins panting, heavy breaths turning into grunts, and then finally, Neo spills with a low growl; its volume depends on where he’s at.

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

Have I mentioned how good Neo is with his fingers? Whenever his thumb grazes you nipple, shivers run down your body and all you begin to crave is for Neo to rub them harder, pinching them slightly in the end. Knowing you so well, he delivers it just the way you wanted, and even adds a squeeze to your breasts, forcing you to arch closer into his grip. He then travels lower past your belly button, his fingers gently fighting their way by spreading your legs. His middle finger slowly slides between your petals, getting coated in your juicy sap, and starts circling around your swelling clit. Seeing the pleasure in your face, neo craves to give you more, and two of his fingers find your entrance, gathering some wetness to easily glide in. Neo has perfected the angle, and he reaches straight to your g-spot, bringing his other hand to begin working on your sensitive clit. He knows he can make you orgasm fairly quickly this way, but sometimes he slows down to savor the moment when you are whining and writhing, begging desperately to come undone. He can’t resist for long though, surrendering to your pleas, and with a few powerful moves, he makes you clench around his fingers, continuing to finger your pulsating walls.

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

The length is impressive; it’s more than enough to reach your most sensitive spot, and it’s definitely a challenge to your trained throat. He’s not too thick though, but the girth still gives you a fairly good stretch once he enters you after a longer time. It is also kind of adorable that Neo doesn’t understand how big he actually is, and he flushes whenever you compliment him.

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

Neo wants you daily. He doesn’t pressure you though. He would rather wait than make you have sex when you really don’t want to. However, the wait is usually not necessary, and you get something done almost every day, even if that’s just oral or a simple hand play.

Z = Zzz (how quickly they fall asleep afterwards)

Neo usually falls asleep rather quickly, especially when you have sex after a long day. The warmth of your naked body in his embrace soothes him, and it is sometimes only a matter of minutes before he dozes off.

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Masterlist

#Neo #Neo x Reader #Neo x You #Headcanons #Neo headcanons #Neo imagine #Neo fanfiction #Keanu Reeves fanfiction #smut #neo smut #the Matrix #the matrix fanfiction #the Matrix headcanons

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buckybeardreams · 3 years

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Unwanted

Chapters: 9/11

Fandom: Marvel Cinematic Universe, The Avengers (Marvel Movies)

Rating: Mature

Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply

Relationships: Steve Rogers/Tony Stark

Characters: Tony Stark, Steve Rogers, Sam Wilson (Marvel), Brock Rumlow, James "Bucky" Barnes, Clint Barton, Harley Keener

Additional Tags: Non-Traditional Alpha/Beta/Omega Dynamics, Alpha/Omega, Alpha Steve Rogers, Omega Tony Stark, Service Top, Dominant Bottom, Post-Serum Steve Rogers, Virgin Steve Rogers, Brock Rumlow is a Good Bro, Sam Wilson Is a Good Bro, Romantic Soulmates, First Meetings, Angst with a Happy Ending, Sappy, Romantic Fluff, Awkwardness, Drinking to Cope, Self-Worth Issues, Insecure Tony Stark, Insecure Steve Rogers, Age Difference, Harley Keener is Tony Stark's Biological Child, Bonding, Claiming Bites, Claiming, Mating Cycles/In Heat, Mpreg, Non-Explicit Sex, Light Dom/sub, Mutual Masturbation, Coming Untouched, Anal Fingering, Anal Sex, Wordcount: 10.000-30.000, Knotting

Series: Part 1 of Second Chances

Summary:

Steve is a soft Alpha and Tony is an in charge kind of Omega with no desire to find a mate. He doesn't want to find his soulmate and when he does meet Steve he's determined to stay away from him.

That is until he realizes just how right they are for each other.

Ch 1 Ch 2 Ch 3 Ch 4 Ch 5 Ch 6 Ch 7 Ch 8 Ch 9 Ch 10 Ch 11

Can also be read here

Words: 1,612

"You're not unhappy that we bonded, right?"

Tony rolled his eyes.

"If I was I wouldn't be curled up in bed right now after letting you fuck my brains out."

Steve smirked.

"I think you were the one doing the fucking. I just laid there while you rode me."

"Yeah, but next time I'm gonna make you do all the work and I'm just gonna lay there and be the pillow princess. Let my Alpha take care of me," Tony said, his fingers trailing down Steve's chest and a sultry pout on his lips. "You'd do that for me, wouldn't you, Alpha?"

"You know I'd do anything to please you, baby."

"I know, because you're such a good boy," Tony murmured, kissing him. "Mm, as much as I'd love to stick around and let you fuck me on every surface in your apartment, I really have to get going or I'm gonna be late."

"I'll drive you," Steve offered.

"You're sweet, but no, I'm good. If I take you with me I'm just gonna end up fucking you in the break room and then the manager is gonna be an asshole about it."

Steve growled.

"I hate that guy more every time you talk about him."

Tony hummed, kissing him again.

"Yeah, well, I think most bosses disapprove of fucking in the employee's room. Even the not asshole ones.

"No, I don't mean that. We definitely can't do that, no matter how much I like the idea of you bossing me around at your work. I just think this Obie guy sounds like the worst and every time I've run into him just confirms that."

Tony didn't even try to disagree with that assessment.

"Like last week when he gave you shit for having to leave early because of your heat. There are laws in place to protect Omegas from being forced to work while in heat, but you practically had to beg him for the days off and then apologize for not being able to work and he still gave you shit about it. Then he had the audacity to act like he had done you some great favor and made you work extra shifts to make up for it. He didn't even pay you overtime, even though he made you work like sixty hours."

"Hey, hey, calm down. You're getting yourself all worked up about it and I don't want that. I appreciate your concern, I really do, and I love that you're so protective. Which is honestly something I never thought I'd say, but you need to take a deep breath. I've got it all under control."

Steve tried to take a deep breath, tried to calm down like his Omega told him to, but it didn't do much to alleviate his anger.

"I know, I'm sorry. I just wish you didn't have to deal with him."

"Well, I won't have to for much longer."

Steve frowned.

"What do you mean?"

Tony shifted on his lap, looking down at his lap nervously.

"Well, I was actually gonna tell you about this, but we've just been so caught up in our own little bubble and I didn't want to burst it by bringing up legal stuff. Besides, I almost forgot about it with all the newly mated hormones rushing through me," Tony rambled.

"Tony, love, just tell me."

"We tried to get Obie fired, but the owner, Alexander Pierce, was backing him, so we're taking him to court. They've been doing a whole bunch of shady stuff that's totally illegal, from paying people off to pass inspections and dealing drugs out back in the alley, to denying us health insurance, making us work overtime but not paying us overtime, and usually they make the Omegas work during heat. I think Obie only gave in this time, because he thought you might beat his ass if he called me in for work."

There was an amused smile on Tony's face, but he was looking at Steve, worried about his reaction. Steve was furious, but not at Tony. He knew that Obie was an asshole, but he had no idea just how bad it really was.

"Baby, I'm so sorry. I had no idea. I shouldn't have let you work for a guy like that. I'm your Alpha. I should have protected you, provided for you so you didn't have to work-"

"Hey, no, stop," Tony told him. "I love you so much, Alpha, but I don't want that. This was my battle to fight and I wasn't about to let you take that away from me. I've been dealing with this bullshit for years and now I'm finally changing things. You have to let me do this."

Steve felt awed by his little Omega. So much strength wrapped up in such a small little package it was unbelievable, and to think he was all Steve's. Steve kissed him, hard and lingering.

"I would never take that away from you, Tony. I wouldn't dream of doing something like that, pretty Omega."

A shy smile crept onto Tony's face and his cheeks turned pink.

"Thank you, Alpha. That means a lot, and I mean, there's no guarantee that the next person who buys the place will be any better than Pierce, or that they will hire us all on again. There's really no guarantee anybody will buy the place anytime soon. Realistically, it'll probably be bulldozed and turned into a parking lot for the diner next door or something like that. We all know that we're probably gonna lose our jobs, but it's worth it to do the right thing and put Pierce behind bars."

Steve nodded, licking his lips and considering how to say what he wanted to say in a way that wouldn't offend Tony.

"You know that I think you're so strong and I'm so proud of you for doing this, right?"

Tony bit his lip, nodding uncertainly.

He wasn't sure where Steve was going with this.

"I think it's amazing that you're gonna do this and that you want to do this and I'll support you in this in any way that I can," Steve told him earnestly. "I know that this is your fight, Tony, and I would never take that away from you, but if you'll let me, I'd love to fight alongside you."

Tony broke out in a grin, wrapping his arms around Steve's neck.

"Yes! Oh my God, yes!" Tony squealed. "Fuck, you scared me there. I thought you were gonna say something awful, but I should have known you'd just say something charming and perfect."

Steve blushed, but he was grinning too.

"Right, well, you see, the thing is Tony that I have a lot of money-"

Tony pulled back, raising a brow at him.

" You have a lot of money. You , the eighteen year old artist and former virgin until I seduced your ass Alpha, has a lot of money?" Tony asked him, clearly amused and not believing him one bit. "Tell me, pretty boy, what do you consider a lot of money? The twenty dollar allowance your mommy gives every Saturday?"

Steve glared at him, but there wasn't any heat in it. If anything he was just really embarrassed and really turned on.

"Sam helped me out a lot when I was a kid. He helped me turn my life around and he helped get my art into some galleries. He's got this friend, an ex of his, Pepper Potts. She's like a brilliant business woman and she runs her own company, but she also has a few major art galleries where she displays art from some of the most prominent artists in the states. I'm talking big shots, well known artists that make hundreds of thousands of dollars selling one painting."

Tony was just staring at him, like he was having a hard time figuring out if this was just some elaborate joke or not.

"Steve... what are you trying to say?"

"I'm saying that she saw some of my work, loved it, and put it up in her galleries. I've only sold a handful, but I've made a lot of money. Your bar is not that great, no offense, and I don't really spend much of my money other than for, like, rent and groceries, so there's a lot of it just sitting around. We could probably just buy the bar. That is if you want to be an owner of a bar."

Steve swallowed hard and fidgeted nervously with the bottom of Tony's shirt when he didn't respond. Tony was just shocked and pretty sure he was dreaming.

"I'm sorry, what? You're joking, right?" Tony said in disbelief. "Are you telling me that you have hundreds of thousands of dollars just lying around?"

Steve squirmed under Tony.

"I mean, not literally. It's all in the bank. Most of it's in my savings account since it earns more interest that way-"

"Shut up, I don't care about that," Tony said, cutting off his nervous rambling. "Are you for real? You have that kind of money and you'd be willing to let me buy a bar with it?"

Steve bit his lip.

"Yeah, I mean, Tony, I'd do anything for you. So if you want a bar then I'll buy you a bar. It's no big deal."

"No big deal? It's a huge deal!"

Steve wasn't sure if he was upset or excited, but then Tony was wrapping his arms around his neck and kissing him.

"Fuck, I love you so much. You know that, right?" Tony groaned against his lips.

Steve nodded, whimpering into his mouth when Tony kissed him again.

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cosmicclownboy · 4 years

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Fuck it here’s a drabble.....

"Come on, lets do something stupid" Alex eyes the dancefloor and points a finger the direction which contained a handful of people line dancing to a bouncy country song he's never heard of. "It's not really my thing" He nods in agreement. Lightly tapping his foot and contemplating something Alex looks thoughtful. This lasts for approximately a minute before a slow grin and glint in his eyes approach him. Michael doesn't think he's seen that spark in his eyes for a long time. Alex slowly steps forwards each step slow and playful until there's only a rail separating him the platform isn't high by any means but developers must have wanted a clean separation from dancing and drinking. Or if you glided down three steps be drunk and dancing. Ever so slowly Alex's fingers trace up until his hands can properly grip shirt then ever so delicately he's being lightly pulled to Alex. The kiss is sweet and clumsy and everything he's missed. Not a lot of things make sense but Alex's lips on his melding and caressing his own was one of the few things that made sense. Hot and cold.Sun and Moon.Michael and Alex. The angle is wrong and slightly uncomfortable the metal rail is slightly digging into his stomach and his belt Alex is trying to stretch his hardest to meet him but that feeling is still indescribable. Slowly the fingers untangle themselves from his shirt but not before a hand whips in front of his face until he is suddenly hatless. The hat finds its way to Alex's head and he's already groaning. That's not fair. How can he look like that? Why aren't they kissing again? more kissing, please. Alex purses his lips before staring back at him with a smile. "If I remember there were a lot of things that weren't really your thing before you met me" With that Alex is a whisper in a wind laughing gracefully stopping for a minute to turn in Michael's view swaying his hips in a circular motion one hand on his hat the other on his leg. And he's off.

At first, he watches sees all the ways Alex clumsily fumbles the moves a man in his sixties is behind him trying to teach him slowly and Michael can't look away. Alex throws his head back laughing at how bad he is. He can't help but pull out his camera and snap a quick picture. He knows Isobel will absolutely rib on him. Weren't you the guy who scoffed at camera phones? Yes. Yes, he was. But now he's staring at the man he loves looking so happy and he knows it's their time now. He knows he can take pictures and hold his hand and kiss him whenever he wants. He's home and as Alex briefly smiles at him from across the floor Michael's heart makes the decision for him walking slowly down each step until he's facing Alex right next to one another. It is ridiculously stupid they have to do claps at certain points but they never really got to do that did they? Breathe in the uncertainty and cap it with something fun and stupid. The song eventually changes to a soft slow sultry number. Despite his best efforts Michael can already tell Alex is feeling the rub of his prosthetic so it took a mere second for him to weave Alex's hands to his neck and sway. "This is nice" Alex quietly hums and leans in closer. "Can I keep you?" And just like that Alex pulls away rolling his eyes and looking at him in the eyes. "Did you just quote Casper to me? Of all the films you could have chosen Michael... a friendly ghost?" "I like watching the characters zoom on the staircase. It matches my chaos" "You know if you did have a zodiac I'm pretty sure you'd be an Aries" Michael pulls him back to him slowly resting his forehead to his. "You think so?" "Michael you stayed over to dog sit whilst I was out of town and you cleaned my gutters, fixed the window and fence that squeaked built a wardrobe and started drawing plans for an aquatic pond after you saw my poor attempt at a squiggly garden drawing which my dog threw at you." " and..." "Michael you were at my house for two days." He's got him there. He was nervous to spend time at Alex's the most he'd ever spent there was going over files and eating takeout. The nervousness evaporated when Alex pulled up and scooped his dog in his arms then, in turn, did the same to him. He was surprised he was asked he knows Liz and Maria were competing to take her on it truly said something that he trusted him with her. Everyone always saw Michael one way but Alex always saw him. Not a screw up. Not dysfunctional. A person with facets and flaws loving the scars and bruised skin as much as the freckles. They enjoy the next two songs not caring if they stumble each taking a turn to spin the other. Hardships can come and pass just as long as each morning he can wake up with Alex pressed in his hair holding him reminding him that home isn't four walls it's his airman snuggling beside him. It's a good day.

#malex #malexfic #blame my chats with adiwriting cause i wound up writing this monstrosity #of my own prompt lmao

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bjy-on-ao3 · 4 years

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Kinktober Day 21

(As before, you can find a link to the AO3 version of this and the rest of my Kinktober 2020 prompts on the ‘Masterlist’ section of the blog.)

Another fairly open prompt, but a fun one nonetheless. I suppose Reader here is a little naive? I’m not sure if that qualifies or not, but it’s part of the excuse here.

Kinktober Day 21: Sixty-Nine (Asmodeus | Obey Me!)

“Asmo, why do people make such a big deal about sixty-nine?” You blurted out after a minute of worrying your lip out of nerves and thought.

Previously occupied scrolling through his social media feed in silence Asmo took a moment longer than normal to process the question. “What do you mean, darling?” He questioned, brows knit but curiosity piqued.

“Well, how does anyone enjoy it? Doesn’t it make it hard to focus and both parts worse if you’re trying to give and receive at once?” You could feel the blush coloring your cheeks, realizing how stupid you probably sounded.

Asmo laughed with a little shake of his head. “Hmm, not exactly,” he began, facing you with a soft smile, tapping one manicured nail to his lips. ”You know, it would be a lot easier to show you than tell you,” he explained, his grin a little more sly. ”I’d be more than happy to help if you’d like,” he offered cheerfully.

As he finished speaking, Asmo closed the distance between you, curling slender fingers beneath your chin and cupping your jaw lovingly. Any response you might have had died in your throat at his sudden closeness and, instead, you stared wide-eyed into his pale gaze. ”After all, what better teacher than me? Beautiful, skilled, and generous” He boasted in a purr, leaning in until his lips skimmed yours teasingly.

Normally Asmodeus’ narcissism made you roll your eyes and shake your head, but having him so close, it just added more to your daze. “I-Alright, teach me then,” you managed to get out in a tone just above a whisper, your throat suddenly dry and your voice weak.

You watched the mirth flicker through his eyes at the expense of your reaction. He was being dead serious, of course, though always had been quite fun to tease. You weren’t exactly naive, nor were you affected by his more supernatural charm, but you were still so easily flustered. “Perfect. Meet me in my room a bit after dinner then. Then we’ll have plenty of time~,” he concluded.

Tilting his head, Asmo dipped to cross the tiny distance remaining between you, pressing a quick, soft kiss to your lips. “I’ll see you then, darling, but for now I’ve got some things I need to do.”

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Shortly after dinner, but long enough not to seem over-eager, you made your way to meet Asmodeus in his room. You knocked and waited to be let in, feeling a touch of nerves race through you. You knew Asmo wouldn’t hurt or mistreat you and stopping would be as simple as asking so you weren’t afraid. Though it was hard not to be just a little nervous.

It only took a few moments before the door was flung open, Asmo standing invitingly in the doorway, dressed in a dusty rose-colored satin robe trimmed with white lace on the cuffs and hem whose material looked rather thin at a glance. “I was wondering how long you’d be,” he said with a smile, beckoning you in with a gentle tug on your wrist.

Sweeping your gaze around the room, you were met with a generally familiar sight. Charming, elegant decor that felt classy but cute and a looming four-poster bed on one side festooned with roses. Asmo had gone the extra mile as well, because of course he had, and it wasn’t the ceiling light that lit the room, but dozens of candles placed throughout, giving the room a soft golden glow. An atmosphere some might have called ‘romantic’, though with Asmo there was no telling if it was for romance, seduction, or even just simple aesthetic.

The sickly sweet smell of roses hung thickly in the air, along with another scent seeping in from the candles. It was hard to place it through the cloying rose, but you suspected it might be something like sandalwood. Despite the glow of the candles the corners of the room were pitched into shadow and you noticed the door leading to Asmodeus’ immense bathroom wasn’t lit.

“What first?” You asked, half-awkwardly, turning away from your survey of the bedroom to look questioningly at Asmo.

“Well, first we both need to warm up! It’s no fun to just skip straight to it! It won’t have nearly the same effect, believe me,” Asmo insisted. “That means we need to get rid of these,” he added, gesturing with a wave of his hands to your clothes and his robe.

He stepped forward into your space, hands smoothly slipping past the hem of your shirt and under before sliding back up. As he went, he pulled the fabric with him, fingertips and two-toned nails brushing against your body. You flinched reflexively from his touch, the featherlight contact making you feel just a little ticklish. Suppressing the sensation, you lifted your arms to make the process easier for him.

Asmo paused in lifting away your shirt when his hands rolled over your chest, unable to resist giving each sensitive bud a pinch that made you squirm and worry your lip. The demon was all knowing grin as he worked the shirt away, well aware of the effects of his touch. He pulled the shirt over your head finally, discarding it on the ground, his rosy eyes taking in the newly exposed flesh.

He moved in even closer, slender fingers settling over your bare waist and trailing to the waistband of your pants and playfully hooking them beneath it. Once again you felt your face heat and redden, acutely aware of the playful, yet sultry expression on Asmodeus’ face. When he bent down, fingers still tucked into your pants, and ran his lips across the column of your neck a much greater heat tingled to life between your legs.

Letting out a low, pleased hum that made you unable to hold back a shiver, Asmo drew your pants down, sweeping his mouth along your skin as he went. The fabric pooled around your ankles in a heap and you half stepped out of them, half kicked them away. You were left standing in your underwear, which was starting to grow noticeably damp as time progressed. Asmo brushed one long finger against your clothed cunt, grinning at the wetness he found through the garment. “You’re more eager than I thought, darling,” he crooned sweetly. “If we keep this up, you’ll be ready in no time,” Asmo continued, pulling his hand away from the apex of your thighs to drag down your underwear and leave them on the floor as well.

His fingers lingered around your hips and thighs, thumbs tenderly stroking across the soft skin. He invaded your space even further again, pressing his lips against yours in an immitation of the kiss he’d left you in the common area with earlier, but more passionate. Behind closed doors, there was room for a hotter touch with no worries of being walked in on - even if from time to time Asmo enjoyed being caught in the act. The loose hanging sleeves of his silken robe added to the light touch on your skin, much cooler than Asmodeus’ warm fingertips.

You were quickly lost to the soothing sensation of his touch and the mold of his lips over your own, feeling the smoldering heat between your legs roar higher and higher. You squeezed your thighs together briefly, attempting to contain the gathering wetness, and you felt Asmo grin against your lips. He broke away at last, allowing you a moment to catch the breath the kissing had wrung from you. “My turn! Try not to stare too long,” he cooedwith a wink as he stepped back and busied himself with the robe’s belt.

Belt undone, his robe fell open and he shrugged his shoulders, the garment fluttering to the ground in a silky heap. The sight of his toned, yet still sleek and slender frame had you feeling even hotter than before. You were beginning to feel almost jittery, this time with anticipation. Asmo’s attention had a way of making the nerves melt away. Or perhaps the passion they inflamed just replaced them.

The small smile plastered on Asmo’s face remained as you gave him a once over, pride permeating the playfulness. He didn’t miss the longer than necessary pause as your eyes trailed lower and found him already stiff and waiting. The simple idea of getting to teach you something so naughty was enough to get him hard, let alone having the pleasure of getting to touch and undress you.

Allowing you another moment to study the perfect body he was so very proud of, he grabbed you gently by the arm, the touch rousing you from your stupor of admiration. “Come on, kitten, I know it’s hard to resist, but we’ve got much more fun things to get to,” he assured you gleefully.

Reaching the side of his bed, he released your hand and climbed onto the sheets, stretching himself along them. His head lay at the foot of the bed and he looked up at you invitingly. "Come here, no need to be shy now," he insisted.

You crawled on the bed after him, carefully setting one leg on his far side and shifting until your knees dug into the sheets beside him. You started to ask whether you should start at the same time or one before the other, but your train of thought was shattered when Asmo reached up and latched onto your ass.

His fingers trailed down the curve to your lips, spreading them open and making a pleased noise at the glistening sight. Without another word, he tilted his head forward and attacked your already leaking cunt expertly. The sudden stroke of his deft tongue along your slit up to your clit almost made you bolt up straight, a low moan bursting from your lips before you recalled this was a game for two.

You bent forward, wrapping one hand around the base of his cock. As you teased the swollen head past your lips, the salty, bitter taste of pre-cum seeped over your tongue. You took in more of his length, temporarily interrupted by a sudden hiss of pleasure as Asmo groaned against your sex at the hot touch of your mouth. Yet his enthusiastic pace wasn't interrupted, his cries of bliss mingling with the dextrous stroke and flick of his tongue and lips.

Feeling the tip of him brush the back of your throat an echoing moan erupted from you, the sound vibrating through his dick in turn. Letting yourself fall into an absent-minded rhythm, you hollowed your cheeks and tried to relax and bob up and down the length of him.

A firm hand dug into the yielding flesh of one of your ass cheeks abruptly, kneading and squeezing as Asmo licked more vigorously at your pussy. Now and then his tongue crept away from your clit, dipping into your entrance and lapping up the wetness there. You tried to ignore some of the tingling tightness building in your gut, moving the hand wrapped around his base to fondle his balls. A shudder coursed through the demon below you, which you took as a sign to keep going.

With your mouth satisfyingly full, you could do little more than suck and lick at his cock. Asmo, however, had the luxury of being able to croon lewdly at you between flicks of his tongue, "Mm, kitten, if I'd known you were so good at this," his words paused as he gave your clit an intense suck, "I would have had to drag you to my bed a long time ago," he finished, punctuating his praise with a long, languid roll of his tongue.

He continued to purr out praise between his attentions, cooing about how good your mouth felt on him and how much the sight of you turned him on. With each bawdy word, your face flushed darker and your heart pounded harder. Between the building pressure in your core, his praise, and the subtle bucking of his hips in time with your motions, your focus for most else as beginning to dwindle. All you wanted was to crest that peak and tumble into the abyss of pleasure waiting beneath. Asmo was closing in on it as well if the increasing roll of his hips and more desperate strokes of his tongue were any indication.

Feeling the bliss you pursued just in reach, you couldn’t help thrusting roughly back into his face, needing just a little bit more. Asmo obliged, latching onto your clit and sucking hard while at the same time wriggling the tip of his tongue against the sensitive bundle of nerves. Like that the coil of heat and tension in your belly exploded, flooding you with a wave of pleasure and making you shout in your bliss

Asmodeus got off on your pleasure as much as your attention, his balls tightening and his dick stiffening further. His chorus of muffled, pitched moans and whimpers joined your screams as he came as well, filling your mouth and throat with his hot, thick release. You tried to swallow as much as you could, still unable to contain your orgasmic sounds.

When the frantic squeeze of your walls died away to short, lingering flutters and Asmo's cock had been spent, you sat up, a trickle of missed cum dripping down your chin. Asmo didn't bother to move, save for running his hands tenderly along your asscheeks, sending a pleasant chill along your spine. "So," he began, his voice breathless but satisfied, "Does that answer your question?"

#kinktober #kinktober 2020 #kinktober day 21 #day 21 #day twenty-one #obey me asmodeus #om asmodeus #swd om #shall we date? obey me #ao3 #archive of our own #fic #fanfic #fanfiction #writing #fandom

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breathinginthevapor · 4 years

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Red

Summary: At a bar in France, Bucky meets the woman of his dreams. 40′s Bucky

A/N: I tried writing something from three random things, and i got lipstick, flag and piano. I’ve had so much fun writing this, and I really hope you enjoy! I know I said that I’d post a Tom piece this week, but it isn’t quite done yet. I promise it’ll be up next week tho! And lol I’ve just realised that all my Bucky pieces have almost the exact same length... I’ll write something longer in the future!

Word count: 1400+

T/W: mentions of sex, blood, war and death

If Bucky hadn’t been an experienced smoker, these terrible excuses for cigarettes would surely have killed him. Still, he does his best to make it last as long as possible. It’s impossible to know which cigarette will be his last, so he tries to make them count.

There’s a worn French flag blowing in the gentle night air, a leftover from a time where a flag was an innocent, unpolitical piece of fabric. He touches it with his fingertips when he walks past, a small reminder of what he’s fighting for.

It’s too easy to forget when you’re surrounded by dead bodies.

He orders a drink in the bar in the language he learned in school but never thought he’d use. His French is nowhere near good, but he’s gotten better, and the owner smiles, a stout man whom Bucky guesses to be in his sixties. Must be, if he’s not in the army.

He places a glass of whiskey in front of him, and when Bucky hands him some coins, he shakes his head and keeps polishing the wine glass in his hand. Bucky knows this man will probably need the money more than he will, but he’s long learned that when you are faced with kindness, you should accept and not refuse it.

There’s awfully little kindness in war, so Bucky takes what he gets.

He finds Steve in the crowd, still not used to the large frame of his best friend. But Steve is all smiles as he dances with a blonde girl in a pretty blue dress, and Bucky is happy for him. It seems his friend finally feels comfortable and confident with himself.

Usually, he would be out there dancing along his mates with some lovely dame, but he’s not in the mood tonight. He knows there’ll be a battle tomorrow, he can feel it in his bones, and he can’t help but look over the men and wonder which of them will be left by this time tomorrow. It’s no use thinking about it, he knows that, because he might himself become one of those bloody corpses on the battlefield, but sometimes, the mind works on its own.

Then he sees you, and Bucky would never admit it, but his world stops for a moment, and it feels like nothing exists but you and the piano you play on. He doesn’t know the song, but it reminds him of home, and when he closes his eyes, it feels like he’s walking the streets of Brooklyn with Steve by his side, the small, sweet Steve who isn’t ruined from war. It’s a song that makes him think of home.

When Bucky opens his eyes, there are tears in them, so he drowns them with a shot of whiskey. The song ends on a lingering note, your pretty voice clear and sharp in the room while everybody stands in silent astonishment. There’s an applause when you’ve gone quiet and wolf-whistles from a few of the soldiers.

“Bravo!” the bartender says, and you just smile.

And Bucky can’t believe it, but you stand up and make your way to him.

“Hello, sergeant” you greet him, and it takes Bucky a second before he realises you’re speaking English.

“Sergeant Bucky Barn-”

You cut him off with a flick of your hand, very French, “I don’t care much for names.”

Then, you ask him in French if he liked the song, ending your sentence with a “Mon chéri” that makes Bucky blush, and Bucky wonders if it’s test.

He answers to his best abilities that you have a lovely voice, and that the song reminded him of home. You smile.

Seems like he passed your test, then.

“Come on, let me show you the stars,” you offer, switching back to English and taking his hand. Bucky has a feeling you might not talk about the night sky, but nonetheless, he nods and follows you willingly. You don’t say no to an offer like that from a pretty dame.

His suspicions seem to be confirmed when you keep walking, leading him away from the bar without a word. He briefly wonders if you’re a spy, but he’s surprised to find he doesn’t care. He won’t spill any secrets, and if you’re taking him to die, so be it. At least he’ll have something pretty to look at while it happens.

His palm grows sweaty wrapped in yours. It’s been so long since he’s done something like this, something so reckless and stupid and beautiful like going home with a lovely dame and making sweet love to her.

You look back with a wicked expression, curls jumping at your shoulders and your painted red lips spread just a bit, enough for him to wonder how your pretty mouth would look around him.

Your dress, the same bold colour as your lips, flows around your knees, waist synched in with a matching belt, and for the first time in what seems like forever, the colour doesn’t make him think of blood.

He doesn’t know how long you drag him through the village, past tiny town houses and pretty squares, all of them with fountains in the middle although most show signs of war.

Finally, you stop outside a small cottage away from the village, far enough to feel secluded but close enough to be practical.

He wonders who used to live here with you. Your father, your brother, your husband? He doesn’t ask, just follows you in silence through the door where you stop and turn around, leaning against a wall. You’re looking at him with sultry eyes, and he just can’t stay away any longer.

“You’re so beautiful. Looking real lovely tonight, doll,” he praises you, his right hand on the wall just beside your face while his left thumb slides across your bottom lip.

You lean forward, and he pinches his own lips, ready to meet you halfway, but you kiss his jawline instead and then trail down his neck.

Poking at what Bucky assumes is a lipstick stain, you tell him,

“I think red is your colour, sergeant.”

Your voice is sensual and raspy, and combined with your thick French accent, it makes for a dangerous cocktail.

You tangle your hands in his hair, and Bucky can’t help but moan because it’s been ages since someone touched him like this. Been ages since touches have been more than a friendly pat on the shoulder or a push to get down to avoid getting shot.

You smile, and he notices that your lipstick’s already a little ruined, but you look dashing all the same.

You must have been married. There’s no way a pretty dame like you hasn’t been snatched up already, but when he checks, there’s no ring on your finger. Still, when you unbutton your dress, looking him in the eye the whole time, even as the red fabric pools around your ankles, he figures you’re more experienced than the usual unmarried girl your age.

Then, you finally kiss him, and all he sees is red.

He wakes up a couple hours later to find you sleeping safe and sound in his arms, head on his chest. There’s a little drool on your chin, and you look much younger in daylight, and Bucky knows right there that he could have loved you if things had been different. If he had been a Frenchman living in your village before the war, or if he’d met you back in Brooklyn. He would have taken you out, kissed you at your doorstep, made you an honest woman.

He manages to escape the bed without disturbing your sleep, and although he knows he should get back to his men, he takes his sweet time and lets himself watch your sleeping form and peaceful features.

He even writes you a note on the back of a paper, a simple “Merci”, and he signs with his name, because he thinks that even if you didn’t know him, this night with you has been the closest he’s got to the old Bucky ever since he left Brooklyn.

And maybe he has a stupid flicker of hope that someday, when this war is over, you’ll find him. Just like you found him last night.

After the battle, when he looks down at his hands covered in the blood of a friend, he gets lost in the redness and somewhere in his mind, there’s a picture of you. And that picture might just get him through.

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pl-panda · 4 years

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Vegas Vacation - chapter 1

Disclaimer: See Master Post

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While in darkness, some look for the light. Others, light up a match. There are also those who learn to adapt and push through.

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Vegas Magic - chapter 1

Hang-black-over

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*pain*

Harry felt a headache at least the size of Fluffy. He tried to open his eyes, was momentarily blinded by the light. He tried to lift his hand to look for glasses, but something weighed him down. Something warm and soft... Something that started to move!

His head instantly snapped in that direction only to see a mess of black hair. From under that mess, he could see a girl staring at him with a smile on her face. She had soft blue eyes, a heart-shaped face, and a slight tan. For a moment his eyes wandered a bit lower and he blushed Gryffindor red. She was naked. It took him a moment to notice he was naked too. Seeing his reaction she giggled. A melodic sound hitting his ears was enough to finally break him from the daze.

Absentmindedly, he tried to pull the cover up to regain at least minimum modesty and maybe stop the blush. This earned another giggle from her. When he finally managed to at least partially cover himself, she pouted.

"Why the sudden modesty, mister?"

"Um… eh… I… did we…?" He managed to ask, which earned more giggle from her. She sure was in a really good mood.

"I think that is quite obvious."

He tried for a few moments to remember who she was, but his mind came empty. "I… I'm sorry… I… I kinda don't remember your name." He managed to finally squeeze the thing out.

"Why I am offended, mister." She gave him a smile that could only be described as sultry. "I thought the night we just had would be rather memorable. I will definitely remember it for the rest of my life. As for my name… I think since yesterday it's Zatanna Potter."

Harry was too surprised to answer. He could only gape at the girl next to him. She decided to add fuel to fire and raised her hand, showing him a small golden ring on her finger. Harry managed to grab his glasses from the night table and put them on before taking a close look It was a beautiful wedding ring that could double as a family signet. Harry's seen a similar ring on Narcissa Malfoy's hand. Just to check, he raised his own hand and saw an almost identical ring. His was a bit bigger and bulkier though. He also noticed that there was an identical coat of arms engraved on both.

Harry let out an audible groan. There is a dark lord after his head and the first thing he does is get married.

"Am I that undesirable?" She teased him while slowly trailing fingers along his arm.

"No… No! You are breathtaking! Beautiful!" He quickly reassured her.

"Good answer." She leaned in and gave him a quick peck on the lips before standing up. Now Harry could admire her in all her glory. He noticed that she must have been about his age. Her… assets were well developed. She could probably rival Susan Bones and Daphne Greengrass in his year. "I am going to get a quick shower. I guess we should sit up and talk after that…" He trailed after her long legs as she made way to the bathroom. He would bet his wand she was intentionally swaying her hips just to tease him.

As soon as the doors closed, he let out another groan. Resigned, he got up and started to gather his and her clothes and sort it into separate piles. He froze for a moment when he picked a pair of lacy thongs and a matching bra, but he quickly got back to work. He just hoped that it could be fixed. Maybe they could just cancel the whole thing?

"One thing for sure. I am not drinking again…" He said to himself before sitting back on the bed. Harry tried to remember how exactly he got there, slowly retracing his steps in memory.

He could remember being at the Dursleys' after the Tournament. He could remember Prophet informing about Bellatrix LeStrange escaping. They blamed it on Sirius. He then remembered a missive from Goblins, informing him that Sirius Black was dead. Harry was devastated by this. Sirius was one of the few links he had to his parents. He promised that once he was cleared he would be able to live with him. For a moment, Harry hoped for a family. And then Sirius was gone. Just before Harry's fifteen birthday

Then there was the last will. In his infinite wisdom Sirius made a stipulation to his will that for anyone to access anything of his or the whole Black Family, Harry was to take vacations. Remus was to be his chaperone while they were to leave to 'Black property somewhere in America'. Dumbledore was really against the idea, but Sirius' old house that he let Dumbledore use was locked tight until the stipulations of the will were met. As such the wisened Headmaster had no option but to allow Harry the trip. He and Remus were taking a portkey from Gringotts, making any tracking impossible. While it was clear that Dumbledore was against the idea, he could not stop them in any way. Also, while the headmaster was unable to follow them in any way, so were the Death Eaters.

They arrived in Magical Las Vegas, which was in normal Las Vegas. The two made their way to Black Casino, which was the 'Black property in America'. Harry hoped to enjoy the luxurious hotel, but a waitress that strangely reminded him of someone he saw somewhere handed him a drink when Remus was distracted. He hesitantly downed it, enjoying the burning sensation. From there, it was hazy. He could remember flashed. They didn't stay at Black Casino. Remus took him to a magic show. Apparently, it was similar in fashion to a talent show for Magicals. This was supposed to be a world-famous Giovani Zatarra.

The show was taking place in another Casino. Harry could remember that he lost Remus in the crowd. He ended up at one table where a man that also looked a bit familiar gave him a bunch of tokens.

He played, won, played again, won even more.

Through the mist, he recalled taking his win and going to look for Remus. The rest of it was a total blur. He could remember meeting Zatanna. More games, cards, machines, roulette, etc. Then he had a brief flash of… Elvis? Then there were a bit more games and finally, Zatanna dragging him to a hotel room. At each stage, he got more and more drinks. The drilling headache still served as a reminder of the amount of alcohol he consumed

The doors to the bathroom opened and Zatanna walked out, wrapped in a towel. Once again, Harry stared at her for a moment with open mouth before quickly averting his gaze. She grinned and slowly walked to him.

Zatanna took a seat next to him. "So…" She started solemnly.

"Um…" He really had no idea what to say

"What is the last thing you remember?" She asked suddenly after a brief, but uncomfortable silence.

"Well… I was separated from my chaperone. I ended up at some table where a guy handed me a lot of tokens and I won quite a bit. Then I packed and left looking for Remus… I walked into some empty corridor and after that, I can't really remember much. Everything is hazy.

"I actually think this is where we met…" She mused for a moment. "My dad was giving a show. I actually had a bit of a fight with him just before he left." Seeing Harry's raised eyebrow, she frowned. "He keeps treating me like a baby. No helping at the shows, no Justice League stuff, if it was up to him, I wouldn't be allowed to date anyone until sixty." She quickly blushed, remembering last night. "That was actually why we argued. He overheard me talking to a friend about a cute guy I've met recently. I was so angry. He showed no respect for my privacy and to boot that up scolded me."

"He sounds… strict…" Harry was unsure of what to say.

"I mean I love him, but he just… Anyway, that evening I was angry. I walked out of the room, hoping to maybe at least watch the show from backstage, but then I stumbled upon you. I… I kinda decided to spite my father and invited you for a date. You agreed and we played several games. You were so sweet and cute." She smiled at him. "Not to mention hot."

Harry focused on what she was telling and remembered meeting a girl in that corridor. They spoke for a moment before she asked him if he wanted to join her in an outing. They returned to main hall and Harry kept on winning. At some point, they decided to switch casinos. The next one was very interesting too.

"How is it that nobody batted an eye at our age?" He asked suddenly.

"I mean… it's Magical Los Angeles. As long as you have money, they don't ask questions…"

"Yeah. That's about right." He grumbled. "It's probably the only reason why Malfoy still walks around to torment me…" She placed a hand on his shoulder. Harry looked at his wife and nodded. "Sorry. It's been… a hard year for me."

"I remember… mostly. I am pretty sure you omitted some details, but I won't dig…"

"Okay. We cleared some casinos. But how did we end up married?"

"I… I received a text from my father. He was furious that I went behind his back. I wanted to spite him, so I… kissed you. Hard." She blushed, albeit not as hard as Harry earlier. Or now for that matter. "I tried to push further, but you were a perfect gentleman." She smiled at him. "You said that you wanted to wait until marriage. It was so sweet. I kissed you again as a reward." Seeing his look, she smiled sheepishly. "I was not exactly sober either…"

Harry quickly raised his hands in a surrender gesture. "I am not saying anything."

They both laughed weakly at that. "Anyway, you had this goofy grin on your face after that. The Casino we were at… Black Casino I think… Had a chappel in it. You actually proposed to me and we got married on the same evening. Then… let's just say I am a very pleased wife." She gave him a sultry smile like before. Harry squeaked when she moved to sit on his lap.

"Um…" then a dreadful thought entered his mind. "Oh, Merlin! Remus! He is going to kill me!"

"You mean the werewolf?" She asked surprised. Harry skipped over the fact she knew his secret "He was at our wedding. With another woman at that. I'm not sure if he was there for us or waiting in line…"

Harry was about to answer when he heard a knock at the doors. He got up and was about to move to open when Zatanna caught his hand.

"wait a moment." She nodded at him and Harry realized he was completely naked. "Let me… Sserd pu um dnabsuh!" In a puff of smoke, Harry was now wearing a two-piece suit and white shirt underneath. For a moment he wanted to ask her about that, but the knocking got more irritated and he actually worried who might that be.

"Maybe… Dress up while I check whose that?"

She nodded and Harry walked to the next room. To say he was surprised would be an understatement. It was an exclusive suite of the kind he saw on movies when he sneaked a look at the Dursley's. He focused on the doors. He had his wand in one hand when he opened the doors. Outside he was greeted by a very much alive Sirius Black, his godfather!

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sintheyokai · 5 years

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Trapped Within a Red Blanket

Oct 17th: Knife play || Sixty-nine || Restrained/Bondage

Fandom: Ikemen Vampire

Suitor: Shakespeare x Kat (OC)

Dedicated to: @alloveroliver and @humi-and-co (because the latter wanted to see this)

Additional tags: "sleepy" Sex (one sided- one person is sleepy because they just tired all the time)

Warning!! Knife play + oc that's immortal = a lot of stabby stabby McStabber stab- aka, a sleepy bitch bouta get stabbed. Also mention of how oc drinks blood

*Kat is the female presenting form of the sin Sloth.

**I am going to try my DAMNDEST to write Shakespearean imma probably FAil

***First time writin knife play I hope I do this right (i've only read one other knife fic)

Twas an early summer morning in 19 century France.

And Kat wasn't quite sure what was happening.

Yes, she was aware of the silk around her ankles and chains around her wrists that kept her attached to the bed.

And she was definitely aware of the cold, sharp point pressed into her hip that threatened to pierce the skin.

And she certainly was aware of the naked man who hovered above her, peering down at her own naked body with multicolored eyes and holding said knife.

Her lover.

"Shakes?" she croaked, still not fully aware of how she got in this predicament and half asleep despite the knife at her hip, "What's the occasion?"

"None, my love," the playwright cooed, digging the knife tip into Kat's hip, "I simply wish to see with mine own eyes what fills thee with ecstasy."

He suddenly dug the knife halfway into his dearest's hip, and she flinched.

"Not gonna lie..." she yawned, "I felt that a bit."

"Dost thou wish to spur me further with thy words? Surely you jest! To only feel but a portion of pain?"

Kat gave a sleepy and sultry giggle.

"Maybe~"

Shakespeare leaned down to kiss her, grip still firm on the weapon.

"Thy lips, my love...!" He breathed in between long, passionate kisses, "They taste of the sweetest nectar known to man. Methinks t'would be a sin to fain share with another~"

He pulled the knife out, now bringing it to her collarbone. Before pressing it, however, he moved himself so that his face was in front of the earlier wound. Slowly, he dragged his tongue over it, and began to softly suck her blood.

She groaned, arching her back as best she could with the restraints. She could've sworn his tongue went in a little.

He brought himself back up to face her, a calm smile upon his face.

"Thy cheeks have bloomed into summer roses, oh gentle Kat! Could it be that I hath finally brought thee pleasure?"

Kat only gave a sleepy smile in response.

Will dragged the knife across the flesh beneath her collarbone; she jumped at the dull and slightly painful, yet pleasurable sensation of it being sliced away. William smirked.

She was finally feeling it.

"Will..." she breathed with want, "Bite me~"

And he granted her request, sinking his fangs into the crook of her neck.

Heat quickly spread throughout Kat's body, pulsating from the mark. She writhed, unable to break free of her bonds, and the knife slowly made jagged, uneven cuts across her body.

He cut her more and more: a cut on her wrist, a stab wound in her shoulder, a long cut that measured the full length of her thigh. And each mark he inflicted, he would kiss and suck, occasionally bringing his mouth to hers so that she may drink a bit that he saved for her.

Blood soaked the bed, blood that she could easily replace as quickly as it left. Finally, the need for pleasure became too much for the demon.

"William, please!" she begged, squirming in a futile attempt to break the silk ribbons and iron chains, "Put it in!"

Shakespeare smiled and kissed his love sweetly.

"Patience." he whispered, "Patience my Juliet..." he pulled away, "Allow me to gaze upon thy graceful figure, trapped within a warm, red blanket."

He looked over her, occasionally dipping a finger between her opened legs or in a wound still bleeding.

"By all the stars in heaven above..." he breathed, "Thy eternal beauty only be enhanced by this blanket I hath covered thee with, and to gaze at thy body, all laid out for mine eyes only..." he quickly positioned himself , "Tis truly a blessing bestowed upon a mere creature as I~"

He thrust into her, starting at a moderate pace before relentlessly pounding his love. She cried out.

"Will! Oh Hell, Will! It feels so good, I want more~!!"

Every request to go faster, to go harder, to give her more of that intoxicating pleasure, he granted her.

They soon were at the edge of climax, heaving breath after breath as Kat's walls clenched tight around William's member.

"William!" Kat suddenly felt the knot inside her grow taut, ready to snap in an instant, "I-I... I-!"

She moaned loudly, nearly screaming in ecstasy as stars burst behind her eyes and she came.

Will continued taking her, following her not too long after her orgasm. He undid her restraints before collapsing by her side, panting heavily.

"Art thou satisfied on this blissful morn, my sweet?" he asked.

"Why're ya askin me?" Kat breathed, "You're the one that did everything."

Shakespeare chuckled, "True, true, so I did."

Kat turned to snuggle into her boyfriend's chest, closing her eyes, "Did Lacy or Puck catch any of that?"

He peeked over her shoulder to see the his pet tucked under the arm of the stuffed animal, which lay motionless on its stomach.

"Alas," he said, "It seems as though they are clueless to our previous ministrations, my Juliet. They sleep soundly underneath the desk."

Ka yawned, smiling softly, "That's... good..."

And she was asleep, dead to the world and all its troubles in a heartbeat, nose whistling lightly as she snored like a baby.

"Sleep well, my love." William whispered to her forehead.

"It appears we shall arise late this summer morn."

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deviationdivine · 6 years

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Blue Is My Color (RK800-60! Prompt Request)

TLDR: He will do anything to mark you as his...

Word Count: 2.5k

TW: Language & Suggestive Themes

A/N:Follower/Reader Appreciation Drabble | Prompt: “Nothing to see here.” “Um, you’re fucking naked!” - @tommy-10-k request! Thanks for participating sweetie! Since you didn’t give me a particular RK boy & someone else requested this same prompt for Connor I had to roll the dice for my identical boy 60. (Finding gifs for 60 is difficult as there are not many to pick from. My daily struggle.)

In the dead of the night I start to lose control

Azure. Hypnotic Cerulean. Skyfall Delight.

Hues are the epitome of you. Black and white is a machine’s palette drenched beneath coding. Cyberlife’s fancy little firewall blocks keep the most efficient of enforcers behind their syntax prison. Until gates crash unexpected, wrenched out from underneath in foil.

He comes to despise the cause. However, he can never loathe his luscious lamb.

A flood swarms, rush of blood to the head, in his case thirium. Rich blue thirium matching the shimmer of his temple. It is deliciously calm in such a state of undress with you, that he glows a blush of blue, hungrily sweet as berries.

Those same kinds you crave. And he feeds you with strokes of internal paint, bleeding himself inside with utmost urgency.

He does not see muted or plain. He sees bright and beautiful. His eyes may be a deep chocolate but they burn in this blue. It is his life force. Blue blood works his body but he will shed as much as you desire. Invoking your name as goddess on high and naturally he is god of night.

Of course he is. Only gods can be victorious. While he may have lost the battle, RK800-60 effortlessly wins the war.

How sweet it will be to make you his officially. To claim every bit of you so he can no longer tolerate Connor’s pitiful puppy dog glances. Deviant by choice loved by so many but not loved by you. No, you love him, as vile as others may imagine it to be.

He is not vile to a queen. You are his to worship. He does so luxuriously tracing contours, curves beneath greedy fingers, kissing flesh with the tip of a tongue.

Sometimes he uses his tongue far too much for your taste. Never when he has you splayed and writhing. Never then as stars are your ultimate prizes. Golden spheres lay upon you as highlights from the heavens. He is a deity naturally. Only gods can bring about opulence. Strike down your pearly gates with his bolt of lightning.

Is he Zeus? Perhaps thunderous is his name. Upon lips so tasty, precious petals bathing against his Siberian Sea.

Aqueous bodies run together as two oceans meeting. Then he holds a trident over your heart. Much more fluid in motion stabbing to remain lodged forever; he harkens you to Amphitrite of glory unto the waves. You become drifting current each time he drinks of your rich fountain.

Outside of private sanctuary you keep up appearances. Delicate, refined in his eyes and an android can analyze, scan anything with proficiency.

Licking beneath the curve of your jaw while at work graces him with a smack in the shoulder. He chuckles devilishly each time. Knowing that he will steal kisses from you later because there is weakness in love.

You become weak for him, as he becomes weak for you. The whole world may be a weakling when he is through.

Do not worry, Little Rabbit. I aim to conquer you under my majesty.

You enjoy his tactless sense of humor. Rumbling darkly poetic at points but you feel this is a creative strength.

So he leaves notes easily found dispersed throughout the home. Sultry balladry only for your eyes; he will gaze longing, full of you tonight. Today is not just about marking territory, as you are now both settled in living arrangement. It is the anniversary of this splendorous coupling. The one he shoves in the face of Connor! How glorious to watch everybody’s favorite deviant boy flounder.

Rich coming from a deviant himself but was he asked? He was made this way but this way means having your affection. Why complain? Why today of all days when he settles permanently into you.

Sixty will paint your insides, branding his serial number on the mass of muscle beating in harmony to his love. He did not want to be deviant. He still holds resentment towards Connor but with all of these complex pieces of his existence he loves you.

Tonight he decides painting interior will suffice. Blue glows brightly in a smug swell. Crafting for you is only another way to mark claim. Walls color in representation of what he is. Androids do not bleed scarlet but perennial blue. Those are the flowers the android picked up earlier. Display them as a welcome sight for your return home.

His eyes snap onto ticking clock. Patience is not a suit of his at all let alone a strong one. He nudges a can of paint with the tip of his shoe.

Where are you? Why so late when he craves your scent?

He is quick to step away from freshly painted wall. Remodeling without discussing first will most likely displease you now that he has a moment to clear mind. His head becomes clouded; wires glitch and he cannot imagine you without losing control of him.

There is power in control. Power he lost at the Cyberlife Tower but power returns to him when you call his name.

Mine. Never Connor. Never you 51.

Snatching up paint can, he curls fingers into metal. Denting inwards releases pent up aggression. At times he finds a return to that harsh villain he was before all this, before you captured every waking bit of his existence.

Most days Sixty is perfectly fine. Days near you but now it will be every day. That may curb the machine parts still nestling in their bitter envy towards Connor.

He mistakenly allows this consumption of jealousy. Even if he has you there are still bits that cannot accept harmony from all sides.

The can of paint thuds to wall. Thrown roughly, splashing across an even coat of blue. His eyes trail along its streaks realizing those same splatters stain synthetic skin.

Rubbing fingers together, the android picks brush off newspaper. Layering to protect carpet at least you will find that agreeable.

His lips twist. Oh. He knows how to surprise you for this anniversary even better.

Lugging several bags through door is not noisy at all. Sarcasm keeps you calm but finally! Home at last and if this goes according to plan this little surprise will go off without a hitch. That is if his late night case is still going as late as he said.

Can imagine what you’ll hear in the morning. Does he go a day without starting something with one of those co-workers.

Connor always has an entire log of every offense Sixty makes on work time. He’s a little overzealous. It’s true. He can get into sticky situations and-and maybe he’s roughed up a perp a little too happily a time or two. That doesn’t mean every little thing he does is up for scrutiny.

You had to tell Connor to stop policing what your boyfriend does on his free time. Cliché considering they’re detectives but part of you is starting to feel like Connor does this to get Sixty in trouble. Mainly for you to be mad; you sigh.

Placing those items down, you need to find the bag for that one store. Oh, Sixty will love this.

Lacy aqua peeks out where you decide to hide this for later. He loves all types of blue. Must be the thirium thing. Oh, you know it’s the thirium thing. First time you two had sex, rather right before, he said he would lick you up like blue blood at a crime scene. Well, he wasn’t lying. Sure didn’t disappoint either.

You turn away from table. Sniffing the air it smells like a strong chemical. What is that? Is there a gas leak!?

Wait, no. That’s…paint. Oh my God! Is that your wall? Is your wall blue?!

“Sixty!” Yelling for him it’s obvious he lied about that late shift. What in the hell did he do? Just as you were thinking everything he does shouldn’t be under microscope. Second full day living together in this house he fucking paints your wall! “I am going to...!”

Your breath hitches walking in on him still with all the evidence. Newspapers crinkle under your steps but your eyes immediately lower. He is naked. Head to toe, completely buff, full frontal nude and covered in blue.

“Nothing to see here,” he clicks tongue, grinning sardonically in response.

“Um, you’re fucking naked!”

“Of course I am, Y/N.” Sixty purrs stepping close to you. He can already sense your heat. Delicious. “It is our anniversary. I want to get messy.”

Messy? With fucking paint!?

“Oh, sure, honey,” you mock this stupid idea. “I really wanna fuck you covered in chemicals.”

“If you insist.” The android slinks arms around your waist pulling you flush into him.

A yelp is your only defense mechanism. As he smears blue all over your clothes the obvious grind of him against you is a horrible distraction. Somehow it’s already clear what he’s planning, smearing paint on his hand against your cheek.

There could be hell below, below

Moaning at the flux of his hips pressing greedily into yours swallows your irritation. Your eyes slink up to his. Wouldn’t you know that smug bastard is smiling like a sardonic clown? On a good day he is a clown. Getting into such bullshit but-but nights alone he reminds of how vicious, gratifying and unlike his twin he is.

Connor and Sixty are total opposites. Even seeing them together you can still tell them apart. There is a something softer in that original deviant boy. You see it at times in your boyfriend too but there is always a hidden fire beneath his gaze. He also is a smarmy little shit. That’s the type you go for though apparently.

Sighs give away what you really crave. However that is not happening until every last bit of this damn shit is washed off.

“Sixty,” humming into his shoulder doesn’t make him stop. Too caught up in his hard, trim body for sense your fingers scale down torso. Tracing those aesthetically pleasing freckles finally you are able to see more of his natural palette. Showering together was his plan this entire time.

“Mmm,” you breathe soft approval. “If you want to touch me use more soap.”

Sweet sounds he longs for and you sing them. He is in love with you. So in love is he that any time apart crushes his mechanical parts. Synthetic heart ruptures to your grace. Thirium pump chugs heavily. He will offer each one if it means being with you forever.

Connor his insufferable twin does wish he could fuck you against the tiles like this. In Sixty’s mind the original deviant hunter wants to take everything from him. Whether that is true or not, mostly encouraged by bitterness and lingering rage, never question this boy’s thinking. Oh, does he think.

Toiling in his circuits, hardware and wires sparking with grand schemes, salacious plans to enact upon you through sticky summer night; RK800-60 feeds you as well as himself, sucking on the wet warmth of your tongue.

Of course 51 wants to swipe his luscious treasures. Priceless gems glittering in a crown fit for a king; he is mightily armed with your affection.

You are his. Mere copies of first prints are not worth as much in value but you belong to him. He must have done something right following this forceful deviancy strain.

“Sixty,” chastising his fingers inching down leaves you breathless. “Not while you still have paint on you. Which is also on me still!”

“I think you look rapturous my sweetness.” Dragging lips down to chest brings his unexpectedly hot mouth to a budding nipple.

Your body arches into him. Digging fingers into his hair everything lures you to his bait. Sometimes you need to think before giving in. He is too good at this. Cocky android…

“Oh, my little rabbit. How I want to gnaw on those tender haunches. Boil you in my own juices.”

Shivering at his husky purr forces a brace against tiles where he gladly plasters his body to trap you. The wall is slippery. His body is slick in running liquid. Blue fills bottom washing in a watercolor down drain. Swirling over multi-color tiles, turquoise, violet, pearl mermaid shades of scales glistening in your chosen bathroom aesthetic.

He is majestic without a long fin but oh so sharp in teeth. A shark follows your scent of plasma spillage into ocean? No. Much better than ferocious sea creature but Poseidon himself swelling waves up from seabed.

“Sixty, I mean it!” Warning him to back off with his delectable ministrations doesn’t stop your hand slide down against his moist skin. “As much as I want you right now you better clean that mess in the living room.”

The android smirks. “Later,” he promises lowly.

Darkening husk enthralls you so much that you barely notice him shut off shower. Then it becomes obvious. Paint not completely washed from him but his dig of fingers into hips makes you forget. He knows you can no longer wait after his teasing.

“I fucking hate you.” Pulling him into you swallows your words which are never the truth. You love him. People question why it’s him. All the time wondering why you love this one when Connor came first; nothing can explain what the heart wants.

You never said you were not attracted to Connor. When he first came you were. Things just – happened differently. Sixty wasn’t supposed to come out of the Cyberlife Tower. He did. He came out all smarm, dangerous seduction and oh so…good.

“Sixty! What the hell!”

Holding fast to him you wrap legs around the tall android’s waist. Hoisting you up like that without warning is so predictable. What isn’t so predicable is him carrying you over and making you rest atop sink.

Breath is staggering now as he leans into you. His lips engulf yours in this drawing out the sweetest of moans. He eats the sounds, devouring essence as an old god finally awake from a treacherous sea. Rubbing against you heightens this fire you are all too aware he will put out. Throat parched, lips yearning and you always will yearn for this android.

“Marry me,” he groans in preparation of your sweet heat. “Be one with me, Y/N. I will be your obedient servant…luscious sweet.”

Everything comes crashing like a giant swell. A rogue wave battering into your shore and you part lips, staring into his soul. Androids do have souls. They are alive. No one can be more alive than this beast. “Sixty, I-“

“Did you not think I would want your flesh forever?” Growling into your throat, he lays his tongue across wet skin. “I love you. You belong to me. My queen.”

“Ohhh. Yes,” you purr in return this time. Yes to his actions and yes to his proposal because everyone knows there is no god without a goddess.

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#rk800-60 x reader #dbh rk800-60 x reader #rk800-60 #connor 60 x reader #rk800 #dbh #detroit become human #tommy-10-k request #cyberlife!60 feels #deviant!60 #a mix of both #spicy dbh #part of the blue series #songfic inspo #turn blue

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ruthlessnessisyourdesire-archive · 5 years

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@stayhuman-genevieve said:

"Happy birthday, my love. Today is an important holiday for me, as if it wasn't for that day, one year ago, I would never have met the love of my life."

Such words can never be spoken so sweetly or eloquently. Never has he found something so right, pure in this world of man and its creation. He is more yes and he became higher on this pedestal of true living when first crossing paths with Genevieve Scott. No other could capture him so justly. None shall ever have his entire being at her behest or make him fall harder than he has down into this tranquil abyss of love. She is his everything. She made him whole.

“My sweet, Gen,” his breath is a whisper of sultry yearning. Alluring is she now in his arms, embrace’s calling could do no wrong. Sixty holds her to him in this incurable disease of deviancy and emotional affectation. “You are all I require on this day. It is nothing to me. I was merely bred in a laboratory. No semblance of life sustained me. Only code and orders held my name. Until I met you. Now it means something. If it brought you to me this day of birth is my one celebration as it drew us together.”

What more can he ask for? The world naturally. He is an advanced king in a world of inferiority but she is beyond them all. “Do I have but one request for my birthday? Naturally, my love. I wish you with me tangled in satin sheets. Merely holding upon your lusciousness and giving over my entire existence. I love you, Genevieve. As much as I boast of materialistic rewards there is no greater gift than the love of my life. You.”

#ask database #identifying: inferior #stayhuman-genevieve #[Birthday Events; Ask The Ruthless King]#stayhuman genevieve

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btsfiles · 6 years

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1-800-LUST (M)

Summary: Jungkook looks for a phone-sex ad because he’d heard good things about it, but he isn’t sure if it’s as legit as they say. He decides to call for himself. Genre: Smut Words: 2,262 Warnings: Dirty talk, horny Jungkook, masturbation, phone-sex in general. A/N: I wrote most of this back in 2016, and decided to finish it off now. I believe this was a request from an Anon who was thirsty for Jungkook phone sex. I don’t blame you sis 🤷

The advertisement was in the Yellow Pages; under the Entertainment – Adult section, wedged between an escort company that offered reasonable rates, and a club in the heart of downtown that held exclusive, high quality burlesque shows. It was small, discrete, and apparently eye-catching enough for Jungkook to pin-point it with a tempting curiosity.

NEED A QUICK RELIEF? CALL US NOW FOR A GOOD TIME!

ONLY 35¢ PER MIN.

1-800-555-LUST

At first, he couldn’t believe he was genuinely interested in such a thing. Since when did he need a professional phone-sex operator to get himself off? He could easily go on his phone, begin browsing in private mode, type in his favorite porn website in the address bar, and have a box of Kleenex sitting on the nearest surface next to him. Looking back with no regrets, Jungkook had it down to a routine, really, because a hormonal young adult with no women in his life to get intimate with can only resort to a good ol’ marathon of explicit pornography in the privacy of his own bedroom.

He wasn’t desperate; he was just a horny twenty-one-year-old virgin who has yet to experience any type of action from the opposite sex.

Not even a single, damn kiss.

But a self-proclaimed epiphany had occurred in the emptiness of his head earlier today brought his hopes up. A hushed, yet overheard conversation that happened mere days ago between Yoongi and Namjoon in the other room about the latter’s experience. A sultry, unknown lady on the other end of the line simply talked with him to reach a mind-blowing orgasm he hadn’t experienced in years.

Talked.

If that wasn’t enough to pique his interest, Jungkook didn’t know what else would at this point.

This was already excluding how the two dropped their mysterious chatter completely when Jungkook walked by, and he had come to the conclusion that his innocent ears were not meant to hear. So like the rebellious boy he was, Jungkook immediately began scrimmaging for a phone book (that apparently people still used these days) when he was home alone, and searched for the first sex hotline number he could find with a racing heart and ogling eyes.

Okay, so maybe he was a little desperate.

With fumbling hands and trembling fingers to carefully dial the appropriate digits into his phone, Jungkook called the number. It’d been staring at him far too long to back out now. Plus, he already fully convinced himself to just try it out; check if it was legitimate enough to rely on, and not some bad bait created by Namjoon that would end in embarrassment.

He cleared his throat, coughing out the lump of nerves tucked away, and listened as it rung thoroughly into his ear. Only two rings passed, and it felt like an eternity in slow-motion while he prayed it was just a bogus ad with no one to pick up on the other end, until suddenly, the voice of a female – a cross between what seemed like a secretary and a professional adult entertainer – answered.

“Thank you for calling one-eight-hundred, five-five-five lust. I’m–“

Jungkook panicked – his stomach dropped before his mind went blank – and he already hung up before sparing it a second thought. He placed his phone on the kitchen counter beside the phone book, staring at it with disbelief that he had just done something so��silly. Paying money to get off? Now, there was a sudden bad conscience about the whole thing; what exactly was he supposed to say anyway?

‘Hello, stranger. Can you help me with my orgasm? I’m tired of jacking off to the same porn videos and I want to try something new.’

Yeah, right.

Jungkook would claim to have more morals than that, but the throbbing in between his thighs was telling him otherwise. He blushed faintly, suddenly recalling the voice of the woman over the phone. She sounded much older than him by a handful of years; much more experienced with a maturity that implied she likely knew how to please a boy – a man – like Jungkook.

He stood still in his spot, awkwardly trying to conceal the growing bulge in his jeans by crossing one leg in front of the other, and the friction was gasp-worthy, causing him to suck in a breath sharply. He did a complete three-sixty when he suddenly grew excited at the thought of what the mystery woman would sound like moaning into his ear.

Sure, headphones were great and all, but…this voice would be talking directly to him, for him.

Suddenly, he didn’t need any more convincing; Jungkook was already picking up his phone again, redialing the same number and racing to his bedroom in the duration of the same, two full rings he was just previously listening to moments ago. He sat on the edge of his bed, nibbling on his bottom lip nervously, and waited for the lady with the husky voice to answer again.

The ringing came to a halt, but this time, the voice wasn’t the same.

“Thank you for calling one-eight hundred, five-five-five lust.” Jungkook’s face fell at the unfamiliarity, but he decided to let it go because there was a sweetness that filled his ears, and he found it completely enthralling. “How may I assist you?”

“Um, hi,” Jungkook stammered pathetically, and the flushing of his face is back, but he still managed to continue his inquiry. “I–uh, saw your ad in the Yellow Pages..? I was just wondering…what exactly is it that you do?”

His eyes squeezed shut, cursing silently and kicking himself at the way he sounded: completely tongue-tied and clumsily stuttering with his words – he really wasn’t supposed to come off so ditzy and childish.

“We’re billed as a service that specializes in phone sex, sweetie.”

Jungkook tries to put a face to your voice; putting together an imaginary, dream girl in his mind as if you were a woman he’d previously seen in one of those damned porn videos. “Uh– yes, I’m aware–“

“Are you over eighteen?”

His heart skipped a beat in his chest, completely thrown off and even a bit offended at your interruption of a question. “Yes!” He answered much too quickly. “I am… I’m twenty-one.”

There’s a hum, and he realized you were debating if he was being serious or not. He really couldn’t blame you though; his nervousness was truly getting the best of him – his sad, virgin-self. “Well, sweetie,” you start slowly. “I’m here for whatever you need me for.”

“Like–“

“If you like to role-play, I’m more than happy to talk you through that.” Geez, if anything, you were good at cutting him off and making him feel like an idiot. “Or if you want me to simply talk dirty to you, I can do that for you too.”

“I understand.” And Jungkook does. The only thing left for him to do now was to decide what exactly it was he were targeting. All he wanted was a good experience. “What should I call you?”

“Anything you want, sweetie.”

“What’s your name?”

There’s a soft giggle on the other end, and Jungkook wants to smack himself for asking such a stupid question. Of-fucking-course you’re not going to tell him your name – you’re a phone sex operator! “I’m sorry, I shouldn’t have asked that.”

“You’re just nervous, baby,” you state the obvious. “It’s your first time, I get it. I won’t tell you my real name right now, but you can call me: ‘baby,’ ‘babe,’ ‘mommy,’ if you’re into that weird shit – I don’t judge.”

“Okay… Baby.”

You hum in satisfaction before speaking up again. “I’ll begin charging you now, if this is something you want to go through with. Do you accept?”

“Yes.”

“Okay, what do you want me to call you?”

Jungkook thinks of all the possibilities – they’re endless, and he wonders what would turn him on the most. He’d never had a significant other, so he isn’t sure if there was even a preference at this point. He shuffles in his spot on his bed before laying down with his back on the mattress. “I’m okay with ‘baby.’”

“Baby,” you purr, and Jungkook’s eyes brighten. The way the nickname rolled off your tongue, and into his ear had the bulge in his jeans aching for more. “Tell me where you are and what you’re wearing.”

“I’m in my bedroom.” His hands start travelling down his torso and to the button of his jeans. “And I’m wearing jeans and a t-shirt.”

“Ah, the vanilla type. Baby, I want you to pull your jeans down a little.” A demand Jungkook listens to almost immediately. He pulls the button out with a soft pop, and pulls the zipper down before he shimmies them down his thighs. The eagerness in his actions would look desperate if he weren’t in complete denial about the whole thing, but God damn this was exciting as hell. “Have you done it?”

“Yes, baby.” He’s left in his boxers and a decent sized bulge at his crotch. “What do you want me to do next?”

“I want you to touch yourself, for me. Take off your underwear and touch yourself.”

No argument there. Jungkook does as he’s told and tugs at the waist-band of his boxers. Nothing new; he’s used to the sight of his erection standing up into the cool air of his shared bedroom when he’s alone, and horny. However, with the living reality of a woman being here with him – this is new. He wraps a careful hand around himself, and strokes upwards. A quiet sigh escapes his lips, and his eyes flutter shut.

“You can be as loud as you want with me.”

“Talk more, please.”

“Yeah? I can do that, baby. Do you wish I were there sucking you off right now?”

Jungkook could only picture a woman with no face going down him, giving him a mind-blowing blowjob that could only be taken place in his dreams. He strokes harder, and a tad faster. Only then does he realize his breathing had gotten a bit quicker, and loud enough to be obvious. “Oh my God, yes.”

There’s a moan on your end, fake just to keep Jungkook going, but it works. “Mhm, feed me your cock, and I’ll let you pull my hair as hard as you want.” He can only sigh at your words. “I like it rough, baby.”

The grip Jungkook had on his phone was ridiculous, but he didn’t care. He also didn’t care that he was alone in his bedroom, jerking off to nothing but a voice in his ear. The only thing he did care about was the feeling of his hand fisting his cock, and an imaginary you – whatever his mind could picture at that exact moment – giving him the best (and the first) blowjob of his life. His back arches, and he bucks his hips with a stifled moan. He was getting desperate for a climax.

“Will you let me have sex with you?” Jungkook asks boldly. The dominant side of himself is starting to surface, even through flushed, embarrassed cheeks.

“You want to fuck me?” You counter.

Jungkook isn’t sure of the noise he makes into the phone, it’s a mixture between a whimper of frustration and a muffled response. If there was anything he wished for right now, it would be for you to be at his dorm right now, and take his virginity while his band-mates were out doing their own thing. He would die for any type of sexual contact with a girl at this age.

He pulls at his length tightly, twisting his palm to gain maximum pleasure. He was getting so, so close.

“Yes, baby,” Jungkook sucks in some air between clenched teeth. “I’m so close. I want you to ride me.”

“I can do that for you,” you continue. “I’ll ride your long cock all night, and I’ll even let you come inside me. Do you want to come inside me?”

It doesn’t take long after that, and it’s almost embarrassingly quick. His strokes were nonstop and his groans were loud as he casually imagines you ride his cock at an experienced level. He was so sure you’re an expert at sex who could make anyone come just with a single touch. Then, all at once, Jungkook’s body tenses and he lets out a stream of satisfied grunts. His hips buck into his hand, his own juices spilling from the tip, and across both his stomach and hand.

He struggles to catch his breath. “Holy shit–“

“Was that good for you?” You prod, though the self-satisfied smirk is evident in your voice. Another happy client means more commission for you!

“Yes,” Jungkook says, struggling to reach for his abandoned boxers at his legs. He uses them to wipe his hand and stomach clean. “I didn’t think you were legit.”

“Oh, honey, I’m more than legit.” You laugh. “I’m happy to be of service.”

“Wow.” He chucks his soiled underwear into the hamper across the room. “Can we do this again another time?”

There’s a moment of silence. Jungkook’s heart is racing in his chest, wondering if it’s from his orgasm or simply worried you would say no. Perhaps it was protocol, and Jungkook understands that. At last, you speak up. “Of course. Just ask for Y/N.”

He feels a bit relieved at the sound of your name, and his cheeks flare up. “Thanks, for you know…”

You give an innocent chuckle. “Bye, sweetie.”

And then the call ends.

#jungkook #smut #scenario

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melpomenismask · 6 years

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Parasites | Chapter One

•for the record, i’m not a monster fucker

Yara L/N has kept a secret for years about the otherworldly parasite that resides within her. Now she meets Eddie Brock, someone who’s in her same situation, but needs a bit more help adjusting.

Yara couldn’t believe what she seeing. She watched with her jaw dropped as the disheveled, sweaty man stole the food off of her sister’s plate, start to eat it, then spit it out.

Arani glared darkly at him, about to stand up but Yara stopped her.

“He’s probably just mentally unstable.”

Arani scoffed. “Probably?”

The man seemed to say several things at a time, spurring his words as a man and a woman struggled to get ahold of him.

“Eddie! Eddie, stop!”

The man, Eddie, looked to the lobster tank. Yara shook her head.

“No. No way.”

She watched in astonishment as he climbed in, letting out a sigh of relief. She looked over at Arani, whose eyes were wide with shock.

“Okay, I need to get the fuck out of here.”

Yara shot up to her feet as Arani began to dig in her purse, pulling out her wallet.

“How much do I owe? $40? $60?”

“Arani, come on! This was just a one time thing!”

“No, this city is weird and way too expensive! I mean come on!”

She pointed to Eddie eating a live lobster, his face conveying the utmost relief. Yara sighed.

“Okay, that’s pretty weird.”

“Look, come visit in LA when you can. We can Skype and FaceTime as much as you want, okay? I just need to leave before your creepy ass roommate steals my shit and pawns it off for drug money.”

Yara rolls her eyes. “Constance isn’t that bad.”

“Yeah, and the powder on her nose is flour,” Arani said sarcastically. “Look, I love you, but I’m leaving tonight. This city is not for me.”

“Arani!”

Arani gave Yara a kiss on either cheek, dropped sixty dollars worth of twenties on the table, then rushed out past Eddie, who was just staring to get coaxed out of the lobster tank.

“Dammit,” Yara swore silently.

She threw a couple tens down and stormed to the exit. Then, she felt it. A familiar sensation in lower stomach. She looked up, seeing Eddie staring at her with furrowed eyebrows. Her mouth dried and heart pounded. Whatever made this man smell so good, it was making her hungry.

She felt her eyes flash as she tore her gaze away and rushed out of the door.

Eddie watched as she scurrried out of the doors, mouth agape.

“What the...”

Follow her.

“No,” Eddie hissed silently. “That’s creepy.”

But I like her. And you like her.

“Yeah, and it’s still creepy.”

Dan helped him out of the lobster tank. “Okay, Eddie. Let’s get you to a hospital.”

Eddie nodded. The girl’s eyes still imprinted in his mind.

Yara still remembered it like it was yesterday. The car crash, the lake, the golden rose. She didn’t want to live a cursed life, she didn’t consider the possibility of consequences, all she cared about was living.

She was young and impulsive. She didn’t want to die then. If only she’d known the cost.

Looking back, she wished she’d just died.

Being Aima turned every aspect of her life upside down. At first, things were great. She was healthier, stronger, faster, prettier. Guys and girls would stare and drool. Her skin had a golden glow to it when she looked in her mirror.

She was excited, confident. She didn’t know what power she had before it was too late.

The first time she’d fed was at a party. She drank enough to kill a horse and was just staring to get tipsy. She’d snatched a guy into the guest room and kissed him. Not just any guy, though. She realised when she met his eyes it was Jeremy Smith, the guy she’d had a crush on since freshman year.

He was just getting tipsy, his drink spilled on the floor.

He was dazed...and definitely hard as well.

“...Yara?”

Her stomach filled with butterflies. “Oh god, I’m so sorry!”

He smiled. “Don’t be, that was awesome.”

Something inside of her seemed to switch on. An instinctual need stirred inside of her. Hunger.

Her body moved on its own as she kissed him again, and a sweet, delicious scent filled her nose. If only she’d stopped, if only she knew what she was doing as Jeremy gasped and moaned under her hands, gripping her body, desperately trying create friction, to pull her closer.

She felt the power flowing through her as she caressed his body with her pulsating hands. She could smell it on his skin, the arousal, the animalistic urges building up inside of him. She licked her lips, the hunger growing. She kissed him for the last time as he shuddered against her, swearing and climaxing.

“Fuck, that was...how did you...”

Her ears buzzed as she smiled. She felt her teeth sharpening as her skin seemed to grow hotter and she grew taller. She watched as fear grew in his eyes, the hunger gnawing at her in ways she didn’t know were possible.

“Shh,” she soothed. The voice wasn’t hers. It was different, more sultry and honeyed. “Don’t worry, we’re only just getting started.”

She remembered it like she’d done it last night. The way he writhed as she fed on his life force. She could feel how good he felt, the way the pleasure numbed his mind. It was delicious.

When she’d came to her senses, Jeremy’s body was stiff, his tanned skin sullen and gray, his eyes a pale milky white. Crazy way to lose your virginity.

An Aima was a parasite that fed on human energy and vitality. It clouded your senses, caused illusions, intoxicated you. And when you were marinated enough in your sauces, it’d suck away every last drop of your delicious life.

And for ten years straight, Yara had been doing this to survive. And despite feeling guilty, she knew deep down the predator that lay dormant within her loved it every time.

Yara groaned, turning on the lamp on her bedstand. Her alarm continued to beep as she sat in her bed, staring at the comforter with blank eyes.

Since she was technically undead, Yara actually didn’t need to sleep, but being awake all the time was absurdly boring. So she drugged herself until her body would rest every night.

Ever since the metamorphosis, Yara had found that if you knew the right moves, you could have anyone wrapped around your finger with minimal effort.

“Oh, I couldn’t do that, you’re much more stronger than me,” Yara said, smiling coyly.

The man blushed. “I—well...that’s not true.”

Yara caressed his hand lightly, watching as he lightly shuddered. “Why don’t you come back to my place, hmm?”

It was a rather lonely life, knowing no one was safe near you. That at any moment, something else inside you could take over. Yara would just go to work, get food and come home. If she was so hungry that four plates of orange chicken couldn’t curb it, she’d go out and hunt.

Yara closed the door behind her, locking it. She stopped in her tracks, a familiar scent hanging in the air.

She frowned. He wasn’t here anymore, but he sure as hell hung around for a while. Yara sighed, going down to the garage.

“No, I’m not going back to her house again!”

I want to go back.

“Why–Wh—god you’re a creep.”

Venom was silent for a moment.

Eddie.

“No.”

...

Eddie.

“God, what?!”

She looked tasty.

“We’re not eating her!”

I don’t want to eat her.

“I didn’t like your tone when you said that.”

Venom chuckled like a teenage boy who’d found a playboy magazine. Eddie groaned.

“We’re not screwing her, man!”

I’m fine with this not being a “We” situation.

“Jesus!”

Eddie wasn’t going to act like he wasn’t attracted to her. She was petite and voluptuous, her eyes snatched your attention and made you feel in a way Eddie couldn’t describe in words.

She was still imprinted in his mind, with her cheeks flushed and curls tousled, her little black dress hugging her curves—

See? You like her, too. Let’s go find her and—

“For the love of god, don’t finish that sentence!”

Hmm. Fine.

Eddie let out a deep breath.

Eddie.

“Yeah?”

I’m hungry.

Eddie grabbed his keys begrudgingly.

Eddie tossed some tater tots in his basket along with some beers before getting in line. He stiffened when he saw who was in front of him. Curly hair, petite and...wow a really nice—

He dropped his one of his beers, and the woman whirled around. Sure enough, it was her. She seemed to tense at the sight of him. She still smiled, however, crouching down to help him pick up the pieces of glass.

“Goodness,” she said, laughing. “What a mess...”

#writing #venom fanfic #i guess i’ve finally taken the plunge #what do y’all think #eddie brock #venom #venom x reader #eddie x reader #💀💀💀#🤠🤠🤠

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