#that i was gonna trace over digitally but i didnt like how it looked so i scribbled it out

[boycaca]

@nacaharachuya ‘s hnk au chuuya bc i think ab it sometimes..

[operation-steal-chans-laptop]

Brat tamer Chris🥺?? who instead of spanking ur ass, spanks ur clit and kissing it (ie. eating you out mercilessly) better because there’s just something about the teary eyes, swollen wet pussy, and a whiny little princess that’s gone stupid from the sensations that just does it for him🥺🥺🥺🥺😭

It’s all out of love. He knows you can be good for him you just need a little bit more firm direction. And if you get overstimulated along the way? Well….

I SWEAR I DIDNT MEAN TO WHORE OUT LIKE THIS😭you HAVE TO BELIVE ME😭😭IM INNOCENT AT HEART (not really)

I’m sorry if this doesn’t match what you had in mind <3

“Tell me babygirl, why are you being punished?” Understanding is the first step in learning your lesson. He wants to know that you know what you did was wrong and that there are repercussions as a result. “Came without permission” you croak.

It wasn't an accident; Chan was quite understanding in that regard, especially if you had been without his touch for weeks. No, you knew what you were doing when sending him recordings of you whining and moaning while he was at work. You say nothing in the audio recordings in an attempt to tease Chan further. Silently taunting him to do something about it, taunting him to make you talk. Make you tell him how much you needed him, how you missed him and so desperately wanted him home to take care of his princess.

The last clip is what truly sets him off; 20 seconds, that's all it took for you to end up in this position. The sounds of your labored breathing and whimpers growing louder and louder before your voice is finally heard, its faint, almost inaudible. “cumming,” you whine. Chan knows you too well, and even though he can't see you, he can still hear the cocky smirk plastered across your face.

A simple "I love you" text is sent after the recording, trying to play off the fact that you broke a rule. The rule being, you're only allowed to orgasm with his permission.

He now had you on the bed, rid of your clothes and your legs spread out, readying you for your punishment. His eyes are looking up at you from between your legs, and his fingers glide up your folds, his middle finger tracing little circles on your clit. You feel small in the presence of his intense gaze.

“Not even a please.” Chan shakes his head in disapproval, and you feel the warmth of his fingers leave you, the cold air replacing his digits. “Gonna spank you five times. I want you to count them out loud, if you close your legs or fail to count we restart, understood?” You hum in approval “uh uh, use your words, tell me you understand.”

You groan and throw your head back, and in the process break your eye contact with him. “Y/n” his voice is dangerous, deep and laced with warning. “Look at me and you tell me you understand” Your head rolls to the side, and your eyes meet with his again, his pupils blown out with lust.

It's honestly a bit intimidating the way he looks at you when he's in this state. In this moment he was a predator, and you were more than willing to be his prey. He then moves his dominant hand to hover over your core, so close that you can feel the heat radiating from his palm.

“I understand,” you sigh, now accepting your fate. “good,” he nearly growls. His hand pulls back a little and with a flick of the wrists, his fingers sharply land on your cunt, sending a wave of pleasure through you.

"One," you mumble as you attempt to contain the moans that are bubbling up in your throat. If Chan knew how much you enjoyed it, he would devise a new punishment, which is the last thing you wanted.

Once more, his hand pulls back before coming down and landing on the same spot where it had previously smacked you. This time, the strike is more painful than the last one, a whimper now slipping past your pretty lips. “Number,” Chan demands. “t-two,” and the process repeats. “three,” and again. “fo-four”

Each time the pain grows more and more, your body starts to tremble, your legs dare to close, and your tears are about to spill over. Just one more, and it will be over.

Chan continues to watch you, the glint in his eyes dark and piercing. Your eyes then shut causing the tears to fall down your heated cheeks. “Look at me” Chan corrects you. His face softens when your eyes meet his, it's almost a sympathetic look, a look that's filled with nothing but love. “Ready?” He questions and you nod a little “ready” you agree, your voice quivering slightly.

His hand pulls back further than all the times before, and in an instant it comes hurling down. Fear ensues, your legs about to close in order to protect your sensitive, swelling cunt. But before you can even manage to do so, his hand meets your heat, the sound of the impact ringing through the bedroom and you let out a cry.

“The number baby,” his voice is soft as he speaks to you now. “Five” Your body relaxes a little now knowing that the punishment is over. Chan's lips replace his hand, pressing soft kisses around your clit causing waves of both pain and pleasure to wash over your body.

“What do you say princess?” He hums against you between kisses and small licks. He waits for you to collect your thoughts before giving your thigh a small squeeze and sliding one of his hands up to your hand resting on your tummy, threading his fingers with yours.

You’re quiet as you think, your brain running too slow to come up with a coherent sentence. “I’m sorry for being a brat,” you mumble. “Good girl”

Chan gets up from between your legs, coming up to meet you face to face “You okay?” He whispers as his hand cups your cheek, his thumb wiping away the stray tears rolling down your face, and you hum in agreement.

Before laying down next to you, he gives you a quick kiss on the tip of your nose. His hands then grab hold of your waist and draw you to his chest, his heartbeat and the constant rise and fall of his chest calming you a little. “Do you want me to get you water or start a bath?”

“uh uh, not yet.” Chan nods in acknowledgement and the tips of of his fingers begin lightly trailing up and down your back “We can stay like this as long as you’d like beautiful”

@atinystaywerewolf @angelichanniez

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HC: Seeing Them Shirtless for the First Time | JJK

Should I be getting ready for work? Yes, yes I should be 💀

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Music Genre: Rock | JJK

Characters: Gojo, Itadori, Megumi 

Warnings: cursing, suggestive content

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The first time you saw Gojo shirtless was during your first time being intimate with him.

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Gojo was just-perfect. You honestly couldn’t describe him any other way...yeah, he could sometimes be a pain in your ass with his boyish antics, but that somehow adds to that special charm he possesses. Even now, with his hands pinning yours above your head, lips molding into yours in a lustful heat, he was smiling as if he was having the time of his life. Gojo moved down from your lips, finally allowing you a second to breathe, instantly finding a spot on your neck, sucking and licking the skin as if his life depended on it. The sensation was overriding your system, your throat desperately trying to release a groan from the overwhelming sensation, intense heat traveling through your core. You felt him find the spot you were most sensitive in, that held back groan finally being stolen from your swollen lips. Embarrassment burst into your stomach, your knuckles tightening as you shifted to to the side, desperately trying to hide your face from making such a lewd reaction.

You felt Gojo chuckle against your skin, the vibration sending a shock wave throughout your spine and limbs. “Ah, Cmon doll, don’t be so shy,” he cooed, a devilish smirk encasing his features, “I like it when you make those little sounds for me.........and only me, right?” It was a taunt, a trap, and he knew it-if Gojo Satoru was anything, he was always confident in his abilities. And his ability to completely be able to control you, to keep you by his side, was no exception. Any other day, when you were thinking clearly you would Probabaly retort back with a back handed quip that would make him chuckle. But right now, with your head buzzing with adrenaline and only the thought of the way his skin felt against yours, his kisses burning into your flesh and the pulsating heat in your core...you just wanted him.

“Only you,” you whispered, voice wavering with nerves and adrenaline as your digits found the edge of his shirt, craving for more of his skin against yours. Gojo chuckled again, the sound warm and rich like molasses. Yet, his hand since again were on top of yours, now halting you in your pursuit of undressing him. “You really wanna do this doll? I’m not against it, not at all, but you dont have to-“

“I want to,” you interjected, face flushed with desperation, eyes wide with lust, “I want to so badly Gojo...I want you.” Gojo’s chest tightened at the words, a feral need exploding in his chest-god, the times he dreamed of this day and it’s finally happening...you were just too adorable, your hair tosseled from the heated make out sessions, lips puffy and skin so warm, your eyes practically begging him to devour you. How could he deny you that luxury, especially since you wanted it so much? He leaned in to your lips, digits tracing your skin in designs only he could imagine. He pulled away, mere centimeters from your skin. “You sure little one?” He asked again, using the nickname he gave you that always made you roll your eyes with a smile. It did just the trick, making you giggle at the name as you looked to the side-“I’ve always been ready, ya know.”

“Oh really?” He teased, that delicious smirk gracing his features. He leaned away from you, sitting up in the bed. “Well, I’m not too sure about that....” His digits wrapped around the hem of his shirt near his neck, pulling the fabric over his head and tossing it to the corner of his room. Gojo shook his hair out slightly, making the tendrils look even more chaotic than before. You felt your chest tighten by the sight of Gojo shirtless....you had imagined many times before, but seeing the real thing was way different, and way better. Gojo was built as perfectly as his personality, each muscle taught and visible in his abdomen and arms, the veins in his hand even more noticeable in the lighting. You gulped, staring at the way his sweatpants accentuated the dips of his hips, following down to the waist band of his boxers peaking out from his sweats.

Gojo noticed every gesture you made, loving how you drank in his form as he hovered over you. “Why don’t you take a picture-itll last longer,” he said as he leaned into your ear, earning a playful eye roll form you. He chuckled at your reaction, leaning back into your body, hands trailing the side of your waist. “Well if you’re not gonna take a picture....I don’t think it’s very fair that I’m the only one shirtless here....” your felt his digits find the hem of your shirt, teasingly tracing your skin under from underneath..

“So how about we change that, hm?”

The first time you saw Itadori shirtless it was by pure chance- He just cant seem to remember to bring a spare tshirt into the bathroom when he showers.

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Yuuji cant seem to understand why your so flustered- he is so adorable and innocently oblivious its almost painful. Especially when he comes out of the bathroom from a shower, cotton candy pink hair still dripping with water droplets, slick adomen in full view, the “V” of his hip bones partially exposed from the band of his sweatpants. You just wanted to have a chill movie night with your boyfriend-but how can you think about choosing between a horror or a comedy when you have that in front of you? You gulp down a ball of saliva as Itadori casually talked about the different options of films, rummaging through his drawers for a clean shirt as if this was all a normal event-which it was not. Your eyes were glued onto him, drinking in every deifned dip and curve and trying to hold yourself back from thinking about...other ways this cozy date could end up....

But Yuuji knows you like the back of his hand....he knows when something is wrong with you, and you most deinfitely are not your self right now. He instantly begins to ask you questions, voice softly laced with worry. You reassure him your fine, really, but Itadori knows you way too well. He gently raises your chin with his pointer and middle finger, forcing you to look into his eyes. Your breathe gets hitched in your throat, brain suddenly and unbelievebaly clouded from being so so close to him, now knowing that the boyfriend you love so dearly looks like a damn god under his clothing making your heart ram against your chest. His voice was comforting and warm, eyes scanning your face for any sign of sadness or even maybe sickness. 

“Whats on your mind?” he asks gently, trying to coax a response out of you so he can put his worries at ease....until he hears the words “your abs”, blurt out of your mouth at warp speed, your tone dazed and then immediately embarrassed, horror on your face for saying soemthing so honest. He blinks a few times, clearly not expecting that to come from you....but he would be lying if he didnt say he enjoyed it once it set in. A warm chuckle tumbles out of Itadori, that bright boyish grin plastered on his face. He really didnt mean to make you so flustered,..but he’s not complaining

The first time you saw Megumi shirtless was by force-he just hates being taken care of when he’s hurt.

Crimson red clumped against Megumi’s face, sticky and smeared glimpses of his pale skin glowing under the moonlight. His hair was matted down to his face from the slashes oozing out of his head, suit was slashed to bits, his ribs were killing him, and he had a limp on his left leg...but he was fine-honestly. Or that’s what he was trying to tell you...but you wouldn’t listen to a single second of the bull crap he was trying feed you. He was conflicted with emotions-on one hand, it almost annoyed him how utterly selfless you could be for him. It was 1am, the moon on its highest peak in the sky, and you were willing to play nurse for him....but on the other, it warmed him up inside that you did care so much. If he would allow himself to dwell on that emotion, he would admit-that it was .... nice....to have someone take care of him for once. He was used to bandaging each wound on his own, cleaning and disinfecting the soon to be battle scars, hissing to the walls at the pain it caused him. But with you there, you were soft, so gentle with him. Your touch was like a second adrenaline rush for him-you had yourself cradled in his lap, the skin of your thighs barely crazing his tattered uniform. Hands gently positioning his hair, pushing the wispy jet black strands away from the wounds.

“I can do this on my own,” he retorted quietly, his voice a few octaves lower from fatigue. “I bet you could..” you completely ignored him, continuing to busy yourself with closing a scrape on his skin with butterfly bandages. “-but why would I let you?” Megumi felt his breath hitch, taking a sharp breath in....any type of annoyance he felt with you being so god damn persistent instantly left his body, the only thing he can focus on was how much he loved your selfless nature-even if it could be annoying at times. But the instant he took in that deep breath, he felt a deep, guttural pain in his side, making him groan before he could stop it from spilling out of his mouth. That soft gaze you had turned to worry, your hands wrapping around his face, thumbs running smooth circles on his pale skin. “Your hurt....we’re going to need to-“

“N-no, I-“Megumi stuttered out, obviously flustered by the prospect of you seeing him so bare. “I-I’m fine. I can do this on my-“ his voice was stern and cold, yet the wavering tone made any attempt of sounding firm go invalid. You gave him a small smile, your fingers still running circles against his skin, making him look at you with nervous eyes. “Megumi, you are not fine,” you stated calmly, with eyes that simply said the opposite-you were genuinely worried for him. “please...you could have broken a rib, or done soemthing to cause a lot of damage...please, Megumi, I don’t want you to be in pain anymore.” You were asking him, pleading with him, and it broke Megumi in his core-he just couldn’t stand to see you look that scared for him of all people. Megumi sighed, eyes drifting down to the floor in hopes you couldn’t see his embarrassment as he gave in to you.

You helped Megumi shuffle out of his uniform, opting to cut it with some scissors halfway (as it was tattered to shreds already). Both of you were quite nervous...in your relationship, you had never down anything that would warrant for you to see each other’s body’s. So you being able to see him without a shirt felt like a huge step, even if it wasn’t such a big deal to an outsider. Once the fabric was finally off, you both sat in silence, your minds reeling. You knew Megumi was fit, but seeing exactly how much that work paid off brought heat flooding your body, your eyes focused on the way his breath contracted and relaxed his muscles, the moonlight catching the divots of his lower abdomen deliciously. Pale white Scars littered his skin from training, making his body even more mysterious to look at. Each scar was a story, some sort of battle, a lesson he had to learn...you wanted to learn about each and every one. Your hand felt drawn to them, digits slowly checking for signs of bruising, purposefully tracing those scars in order to burn them to memory. Fushigori was practically panicking, desperately trying to keep his heartrate lowered, the cool night air biting at his heated skin as your digits traced against his sides. You were only trying to detect the spots that could be damaged on his abdomen...but damn was it firing something inside him. He was feeling more comfortable like this, just relishing the feeling of your skin on his.

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[kshira]

Kuroo and corruption kink gfhyfvf I’m sure he’s obsessed with the idea of being his S/O’ firsts. First boyfriend, first kiss, first sex(anal too fbfggfchjdd). Teaching her, corrupting her and taunting her innocence 💗

god anon give me your mind this is delicious

kuroo + corruption & innocent reader

t//w; f!reader, smut, 18+ content, virginity loss, corruption kink

it started with a kiss—your first.

kuroo couldn’t explain the feeling that overwhelmed him taking that from you, eyes pure as snowflakes fluttering close when he took your face in his hands—so small closed up in his grasp that he could smash your head into nothing.

it didnt take long until he felt powerful indulging in all of the innocent things you had about yourself though the day he took the most endearing thing from you is when he truly felt alive.

your body placed perfectly on the bed, you trembled with every kiss he laid gently on you being so careful not to break you, he couldnt wait to finally be inside you—to lay those sinful thoughts to rest when he pushed his throbbing cock inside your tiny untouched cunny for the very first time.

“my perfect little angel” he coos rubbing his fingers down to your slit “tell me how it feels?” kuroo props his head on his hand smiling down on you with sweetened eyes.

“it feels—it feels g-good” you huffed, embarssed how much of a mess you were between your legs and the way you throbbed uncontrollably every time kuroo laid a single finger on you.

kuroo brought his finger up to your chin bringing it close to him, his lips motion onto yours moving slowly around your plump lips he takes the time to casually bring his tongue into your mouth, it’s so soft you don’t feel the way he starts exploring within.

you gasp at his firm circles he draws on your hips, his wet muscle pulls a echo moan from you and as the kiss lingers you desire him more so you press your body close to his, the heat from his pours around you—kuroo can feel the neediness you exhibited and it only fuels his fire more.

“i’m the first one to touch you, kiss you and now i’ll be the very first one to fuck you” kuroo takes the wetness from you and begins rolling it around his fingers, admiring the way it slides so easily between the tips of his fingertips—satisfied with drawing you in a memserized trance at his sexual demeanor, he lets his tongue wrap around the dripping digits.

you look up to kuroo with those little innocent eyes you bare “want you so bad—want you to fuck me please!” you’re begging now grabbing him down to your level and needly lining his stiffened cock with your sopping cunny.

“want me to fuck you? ruin this pretty little pussy with my cum? you know after i’m inside of you, you’ll be ruined—ruined by me and only me baby girl” he traces your slit again but this time with his member, glossing over your throbbing cunt one last time before sinking in slowly.

the stretch burns through your body making you wince from the pain but kuroo is quick to pull you close to him and slowly bottom out knowing the pain is unbearable for you but that face you’re giving him is so angelic, the first time a cock inside you and he has the privilege of it being his.

he takes your face in his hands “move with me slowly baby girl, every time i take a stroke in this perfect pussy you grind back on me” you give a half nod doing as he says you thrust back with his orders.

the first strokes in you kuroo could’ve cum easily, your body is just so pure for him, untouched from anything almost like you’re molded for him to desecrate with his cock— you really are just so innocent not knowing anything and having him show you everything from where to put your hands while he fucks you deep in the mattress to where to touch that sweet little clit that throbbed for reasons you couldn’t understand.

“i feel you clenching around me, you’re about to cum just rub that sweet little clit a little harder baby and you’re gonna cum all around me” kuroo bends down to whisper in your ear carding his fingers in your hair he pushes your face in his board chest while he takes the final plunges, your little hand mindlessly rubbing your sensitive bundle of nerves, just like kuroo told you to.

your body built like an eggshell, ready to crack at anytime to seep out your esscence like the runny yolk; the inability to keep it all in—you break gushing all around him.

kuroo reaches his peak rutting in your throbbing cunny to paint it white, between pants you feel him shift up to admire your tiny tainted hole leaking out his cum, he flashes a smile to you before aligning his cock with your other hole.

[rreyie]

heavenly.

summary- armin + reader have very slow, sensual sex

warnings- heavy petting, dacryphilia, mommy kink? that’s for u to decide, nipple play, riding

a/n- i’ve been listening to cigarettes after sex for the past hour, this song really reminded me of armin for some reason, i think this is what he would sound like if he was singing

song: heavenly- cigarettes after sex

“touch me, please...”

armin shuddered as your lips danced along his collarbone, creating subtle red patches in some areas. you laid almost naked on top of him, clad in only a pair of grey lace panties. the fabric rubbed against his bare abdomen, making him let out a slight gasp feeling so close to your womanhood. he could feel you gradually getting warmer down there with every brush against him.

his touch was feathery, maybe even teasing. his fingers lightly gripped your waist, holding you down ever so slightly as he would feel you pecking at his collarbone, occasionally moving his lips up to yours and getting a kiss on his lips. his lips were soft and a light shade of rose, ever so kissable.

you lean up from your position on his chest to make contact with his azure eyes, pupils dialated with love as he looked over your body.

“of course. i’ll take good care of you, my baby boy. just sit back and relax”, you coo, running your index finger along his v line.

moving your right palm down south, you begin to place your palm on the small tent formed in his boxers, giving it a gentle rub as you continue to mark him. every so often, you would sink your teeth into his supple flesh. armin winced at the action, but afterwards would trace his finger over the mark, feeling the indentations of your canines on his milky skin.

you continued to feel him through his boxers, his member twitching every once in a while. your mouth moved to his chest, placing your lips just above his nipple, touching it gently with your lips. you moved it in between your lips, wrapping your tongue around it and sliding it over it. arousal rushed through armins veins as he felt your velvety lips sucking his now perked nipple.

“feels good”, armin mumbles. “more, please...”

you release his nipple from his mouth, a string of saliva connecting his chest to you. your hand, still palming armins erection, gives a tug at his waistband, sliding it down his muscular legs. his member is now freed from its constraints, standing proudly in the air.

“look at your pretty little dick”, you giggle to him. “i promise i’ll go gentle- just for you.”

you knew damn well that slow sex drew armin crazy. that’s why you had the idea in the first place, to get him riled up- but slowly. you wanted to see him squirming underneath you, getting so sensitive, begging you for permission to cum.

wrapping your digits around his length, you begin to jerk him loosely, noticing his mouth slightly agape as you felt him stiffen a bit. your face stayed close to his, nuzzling his little lose.

once you felt that he was hard enough, both from your motions and him being aroused by your nude body, you slid off your panties and discarded somewhere off the bed in the dimly lit room you two shared.

armins eyes were focused on your pussy which was presented in front of him, laid out like a meal. the thought of being balls deep inside of you excited him, but he adored your dominance.

you laid on top of him, looking at him under you with an amorous smile. his blonde hair was splayed out all over the linen pillow below him.

“c-can i put it in?” armin asks meekly. you nod, and armin takes a hold of his length and guides it to your entrance, swollen pink and already wet. you could feel yourself throbbing as you slowly moved your hips downwards so you were sitting on him, his cock being squeezed by your ribbed walls.

“shit...” armin whispers as you begin to bounce on his length. you felt full, and content while your lover looked up at you, his eyes rolling into the back of his head. “please- just please keep doing that...”

with that, you moved your hips as if you were doing a dance on top of him, your waist moving in slight circles as armin moaned beneath you, sweet sounds escaping his little mouth.

“you’re doing so well, armin”, you say. “being so good for me like the obedient boy you are.”

your hips moved along slowly, taking in every inch of his cock with every grind of your hips. you noticed that armins moans began to be staggered, a telltale sign that he was close to his climax. you moved your hips a bit slower. his swelled tip just kissed your cervix.

“y/n”, he gasped. “m’ gonna cum-“

“shh, just keep going”, you say pressing a finger to his lips, a bit wet with his saliva. armin whimpered pathetically and nodded.

armin began to twitch, his limbs spasming as you milked his sweet cock dry, painting your walls with his cum. following his release were a few moans, a bit high pitched for what he usually was.

but you weren’t done yet.

you rode him through his orgasm, causing his tongue to ever so slightly lol out of his mouth with a line of saliva leaking from his mouth.

“yes, yes, yes..” you coo, cupping his face with your cold palm as your thumb rubbed his cheek. tears formed at his lashline, eyes glossy as a small tear ran down his flushed cheek and to your thumb. “oh, dear, are you crying?”

“s’ too much...” armin weakly spoke.

“you’re doing well. you look so pretty when you cry.” armin gave you a slight smile, ocean eyes hazy with desire and tiredness.

a knot formed in your stomach, your pace slightly fastening to try and reach your climax sooner. your efforts prevail as your knot begins to unravel slowly as you felt bliss take over your entire body, your mouth hung open as you grabbed armins sweaty hands and took them into your own. armin too had reached another orgasm, coming in hot spurts inside you. full tears now ran down his reddened cheeks.

you pant, breath quick from your recent climax as you noticed armin crying beneath you, silent sobs escaping his mouth as he hiccuped.

“hey, are you okay?” you ask him, leaning closer to his face.

“y-yeah...” he stutters. “it just... felt so good, i d-didnt know how to handle it.”

you giggle, pressing your lips to his cheek as you tasted his tears, and wiped them away with your thumb. looking into his eyes once again, he leans in for another kiss on your lips, hugging you tightly and pulling the blanket over you two.

[krxideprnz-archive]

Idk if my message went through cause my internet sucked, but since he doesn’t have a technical age....

Can I request a sub Mahito x dom reader smut.

He would be such a brat and I live for it.

I just wanna peg his pretty ass into oblivion and just wreck him.

I wanna watch him cry and scream as I deny his orgasim a few times and have him beg.

I wanna break him and watch his pretty face turn red.

Since I’m kinky asf, he would totally have a praise kink and be really into roleplay.

Also I have a mommy kink so yeah...

As to how this all occurs, it’s up to you! And sorry if you got this request from me more than once, once again my internet was pretty crap

Oh my god I really hope this is alright because I just absolutely despise Mahito 😔😔 but I tried to push these feelings away somehow.

I hope you enjoy this hun 🥰

Sub! Mahito x Dom! Reader

This includes content not suited for minors

Includes - master and servant talk/orgasm denial/mommy kink/pegging

A cup of coffee was placed next to you on the table by Mahito, who was currently staying at your place.

Since the the two of you started dating, he insisted on staying at your place, and who were you to say no to that pout of his?

But the time with him turned out to be better than you expected it to be, and he was surprisingly thankful for his new living space. 

“Well aren’t you a nice little servant?” you spoke, jokingly, as you placed a little bit of sugar in your beverage. 

You could see Mahito pause his movement before clearing his throat. 

“Servant?” He giggled, trying to cover up the rush of excitement that filled his body at your words. 

You watched him closely, surely something had happened that got him all excited, and you were sure you knew what it was, ready to use it fully to your advantage.

“Don’t tell me you like it when I call you that?” You smirked, turning in your chair to face him completely.

He swallowed hard before shrugging his shoulders, still an attempt to show that he wasn’t affected.

“I was just surprised”

“Okay, then I order you to leave. Your master has to work now” you winked at him, working to slowly get him to admit he was turned on, even though it was painfully obvious.

Mahito still stood where he was as he spoke; “come on. You know I get turned on when you call me that”

“How am I supposed to tell? You said you were just surprised” you stated, crossing your legs and still looking at him with a exaggerated oblivious look. He sighed, a small pout forming on his face. It was clear that he was becoming impatient, so he decided to finally voice his thoughts;

„Please Master... call me Servant once more“ he finally slipped into his role, bright eyes staring back at you as a small grin graced his features. He pushed all your buttons just right, so you stood up and gestured for him to follow you into the bedroom.

You could practically feel the excitement radiating from his body as he entered your shared bedroom. He stood by the bed, waiting for your next oder like the obedient servant he was.

„Get on the bed, now“ you spoke, watching as he lowered his body onto the matress, expectantly staring up at you.

You began to undress him, relieving him of every arcticle of clothing covering his pale skin. Your fingers traced over the marks covering his body, touching every sensitive spot you know he liked.

He was sighing in content, feeling your digits on his body and your face hovering dangerously close over his, breath fanning over his parted lips.

„Touch me more“ he spoke, Mahito was craving for your touch, desperate to feel your skin on his, but he completely forgot the place he was in. A slap to his thigh was the thing that snapped him out of his daze.

„What was that for, (Y/N)?“

„Know your place. You don’t tell me what to do here. And thats Master for you“ you ordered.

His breath hitched in his throat when he watched you get up and move away from the bed. At first he was scared that you would leave him here since he disobeyed, but soon, you came back with a very familiar item placed in your hand.

He gazed at the strap on in your hand as you walked towards the bed again, hips swaying with each step you took. You also began to undress yourself, exposing more and more of your body to Mahito, who was watching every single movement like a hawk, admiring your soft curves and features.

You threw the fabric to the side and stepped into the strap to secure it around you.

„Look at you getting all excited, I havent even done anything yet.”

You could see his cock begin to harden. You got in the bed next to him, laying on the bed, he still had to do some preparation.

„Well. Serve me first. Suck“ you gestured to the toy.

„Hey come on. Im not gonna-“

„You wanna get fucked or not? You’ll have to be a good boy if you want to“ you spoke, and he hesitantly crawled further down to take the toy into his mouth.

The dildo was covered with his spit as he sucked on it further, his tongue licking over the shaft.

„Prepare it real good, honey, so I can fuck that tight little ass of yours thoroughly.“

His breath got caught in his throat and he gagged when you began to fuck up into his mouth.

Small tears formed in the corners of his eyes and he looked up at you, generous as you are, you let him take a short break to speak.

„Im ready!f-fuck please...“ his dick was dripping precum on the sheets, forming a small wet spot on the soft sheets. You tapped your finger against your chin, pretending to think about your answer, even though you already made up your mind.

„Okay Servant. But one more condition. Ride on this cock like the needy little thing you are“

A faint blush coated his cheeks but he still complied, positioning himself over the dildo before looking at you confirmation. When he saw you nod, he lovered himself onto the toy, taking him slowly until you completely bottomed out.

„Hngh-ah!“ at first he felt nothing but pain, he felt like he was being torn in half by the sheer girth of the dildo, but at the same time he felt unbelievably good, shaking on top of you while youre grinning up at him.

„M-Master--“

„I want you to call me Mommy, can you do that for me?“ you cooed and thrusted up into him. His head fell to the side with a breathy moan as the pain he felt slowly contorted into pure pleasure.

„fuck..Mommy!“

„Yes, let everyone know whos making you feel this good“

He started to bounce up and down on the strap, grabbing onto your shoulders for support.His nails dug into your skin, creating small crescent marks on your skin from the pressure.

Every time the toy reentered him, a loud pleasured moan escaped his throat at the intense sensation. Sounds of skin slapping against skin filled the room.

„Ah! My legs...“ he sighed when he started to feel a growing pain in his legs from all the harsh moving they had to support. You let out an exagerrated sigh, before turning the both of you around, so Mahito was underneath you, hair fanned out over the pillow, blush coating his cheeks and eyes glossed over. He looked ethereal.

His lips parted with every desperate sound he made, head falling back into the pillow as you set an even pace to pound into his walls. His hole was clenching around the toy, seemingly pulling it even further in.

His mouth fell open in a silent scream as the toy started to kiss his prostate, touching the sensitive spot with each following thrust.

„s-shit! Mommy! G-Ah!“ his eyes closed tightly as he felt his incoming orgasm, the familiar sensation in his body started to grow, threatening to push him over the edge any second now. And you could definetly tell from the way his moans got louder and louder- and his breathing staggered.

The only words that left his mouth were „Mommy“ or „more!“ and mumbled incoherent phrases.

You grabbed his dick tightly, denying his orgasm- and Mahito started to wiggle in your grasp. „Why- just- ngh!“ he cursed as he glared up at you, mad at the feeling of his orgasm dying down.

„You couldnt even fuck yourself until you came on this dick before your legs gave out, its pathetic“ he let out a small whine as he looked away to the side, seemingly emberassed by your statement.

He was about to talk back when you started to move again, tight hold on his erection never loosening. The headboard of the bed hit the wall with your fast movements, pounding inside of his tight ass with fevor.

Mahito felt your thumb touch his leaking tip, rubbing the precum over his sensitive head.

„Can I cum now-ngh..“ he blinked away his tears when your tight grip on him still didnt falter. His head thrashed around as yet another orgasm was denied from him. His cock was now painfully throbbing and your pace only fastened, dragging along his walls and hitting his prostate in the most pleasuring way possible.

„Okay okay... god youre so impatient.“ you rolled your eyes and hesitantly let go of his erection, building him up to another fast approaching high.

It only took him a few more thrusts to feel the familiar feeling slowly build up again.

Your mouth lowered to play with his nipples, wich pushed him over the edge when he felt the sensation of your tongue over his sensitive buds.

He came with multiple high pitched moans of your name, body trembling in bliss as you continued to fuck him through his high.

„Thank you Mommy- I need more of you-!!“ he was still craving for your attention-, the intense feeling of your harsh thrusts.

Tears were building in his eyes, rolling down his flushed cheeks.

Who were you to deny your little Servant?

[sparetimeimagines]

Could you do please do L x reader smut. Reader is hidding something (birthday surprise/anything else). L being smart detective understood that, however reader is not willingly says anything. So L has sex with her so that she tells it. Bondage

Tell Me | L Lawliet

Dom!L, Smut, Choking, Edging, Polaroids

Masterlist

Light Yagami was getting on your nerves. He was always on your boyfriend’s mind.

Who was Light Yagami. What was Light Yagami hiding?

And the most popular, is Light Yagami the infamous Kira?

He was so infatuated by Light Yagami, that L didn’t stop to notice you’ve been hiding something. You’ve hidden a present from L, one for him to keep it on him for those long nights when he’s investigating Kira.

So many days have come and gone, important dates he should have spent with you, and you weren’t going to let his birthday go unnoticed.

Hidden under the mattress, you had an envelope with racy photos.

L stayed in the hotel for the third day in a row, not bothering to return, and with his birthday arriving shortly, you were growing inpatient with his return.

You knew he was in a hotel working the Kita case. You knew he was busy, and you didn’t want to bother him, but you couldn’t help but feel forgotten.

The front door shuts and you quickly shove the photos under the mattress. Foot steps casually make their way to the bedroom door, your heart races in anticipation.

“Baby Girl.” The door opens and you feel your stomach churn in delight.

My god it feels like an eternity.

Your lower lip sucks in your between your teeth, he instantly noticing your neediness.

His dark eyes travel down your body, he palming himself through his pants.

“You know what I want.” He pushes you back onto the bed without warning needed. His lips kissing up your neck, he moans into your ear. “You have that look your face again.” He bites your lobe. “What are you hiding?” His hand hovers your bottoms, fingers massaging the outside.

“It’s nothing.” You gasp and dips his finger in.

“You’re a liar.” He then flips you over on your stomach, stripping you from your bottoms. “Tell me where it is, Baby Girl, I know you’re hiding something.” His hand pins your neck down in the bed, both his legs surrounding yours, sitting on the back of your thighs.

“That sweet pussy is perking out for me. God, you’re so wet.” His finger traces your slit. Your breath hitches in your throat, a whimper kissing his ears with delight. “Use your words, Baby Girl.”

“Touch me.” You moan with attempt to push your hips into him.

A chuckle releases from his throat as he blows on your swollen cunt.

“Tell me what you’re hiding.” You can hear the smirk in his throat as he lighting touches the crease of your ass and your leg.

“No.” You smirk and He shoves your head into the mattress.

“That’s ok. I can wait.” He reaches forward, grabbing the cuffs he has connected to the bed. “Last chance, Baby Girl.”

“I’m not telling you.”

“Fine then.” He cuffs your wrist out of your control. “Suit yourself.”

“L, you didnt.”

“I did. I have all weekend. You decided to be a brat so I’m gonna let you have your way.”

“L, no. I’m sorry.”

“Are you gonna tell me what you’re hiding?”

You’re silent, when a smack kisses your right cheek from behind, causing a yelp.

“Well, are you?”

“No.”

“Then stay where you’re at.” He smacks your cheek once more, watching how your muscles tense around his inflicted pain.

“Think about how you’re gonna tell me what you’ll do.” He climbs off you, a groan escaping your lips catching his attention.

“No no. No mam, you’re not allowed to whine. You put yourself in this position. Think about what you’ve done.” He caresses your leg then walks out towards the bathroom.

You hear the shower cut on and with another frustrated groan leaving your lips.

“The more you struggle, the longer I’ll make you stay like that.” His monotone voice fades and the shower door opens to his dismay.

He would leave the door open. He wants to hear you suffer.

“Maybe I’ll let you have a second chance before I leave later today.”

“You’re leaving me again?!” You cry out and he laughs.

“I guess you’ll have to find out. I mean, it’s not like you can stop me.”

Minutes pass, the slow burn of your aching muscles, the stagnant blood homing itself in your arms makes you think about your secret. It was an easy one you could simply give to your boyfriend with no problems, but you wanted to punish him. He needed to understand he may not leave you for days at a time.

However, looking at the situation you’re in right now, bounded to the bed in his favor, you decided you may not be winning this battle.

“Mmm you’re so pretty. Maybe I should tie your legs in opposite directions too.” You can hear the smirk on his lips as water drips down your legs. “Mmm open access to that pretty cunt ready for me.”

His wet fingers pull your legs into an arch, your ass in peak presentation for him.

“Spread those legs, Baby.” L pats the insides of your thighs. He grips your hips, admiring the few of your sobbing pussy, your back arched in your submission.

“Good girl.” He rubs your round backside, placing a single, light smack. Spreading your lips with his two forefingers, he admires that tight hole.

“I want to believe you’ve thought about your wrong doings.” He presses a single finger inside you, stretching against your walls. “Maybe you need some motivation, maybe then you’ll start behaving.”

His finger slides in and out slowly, feeling the slick coat his long digit.

“Mmm fuck baby.” You moan, attempting to feel him deeper inside you.

“Yeah? You like that?” He runs his nails over your hip. “Then you should learn to behave.” Those nails grip you, digging into your skin. His finger aggressively turns into your core, stretching you by adding another digit.

“More. L, it’s been so long and I’m so tight.”

“Yeah?” He curves his fingers up gaining another moan. “Is my poor baby needy?”

“Mmhmm.”

“Aww.” He leans over his fingers leaving your tight cunt and resurfacing to your lips. “Clean me up.” He whispers smooth in your ear, feeling your warm tongue on his fingers. “Good girl.”

Twisting those digits in between your lips, he pulls out to leave a long stripe along your slick folds.

“See what happens when you behave.” He licks your cunt once more. “You get praise. You get to be my good girl. You get that pretty little pussy ate like the Princess you are.” His tongue runs up and down your core, him slurping your juices with a moan.

“You’ve been eating well.” He licks. “So sweet.”

Pulling your hips closer his tongue, he teases your clit painfully slow with the tip, then he begins circling your clit for your attention. “Good girl. Spread those legs.”

His fingers curve back into your tight cunt.

“Oh my God, don’t stop, L.”

You feel him smirk against your lips, a high building in between his strokes.

“You like that?” He grunts. “Does my baby want more?”

You’re hoping he forgot about the photos and nod your head with a pant.

“Yeah? You do? The how about showing me what you’re hiding.”

All stops and you let out a long groan.

“L!” You cry out and he lets out a long sigh.

“Now now, you can’t be acting like I owe you something. You’re the one who won’t give it up.” You turn to look at him as he wipes his mouth. “Just give it. Tell me where it is. What are you hiding?”

He uncuffs you, he flipping you on your stomach.

The first time you’ve seen since his shower. Hair wet, sticking to his face as the rest rests against his shoulders.

This burning sensation builds in the pit of your stomach, wanting to see what he’s hiding under the towel.

“Baby...” you whine him slapping your cunt.

“I don’t like it when you whine.” He shoves his fingers inside you, your eyes rolling back.

“Fuck me, L. I want to feel you so bad.”

“You want to feel me?”

“Yes.”

“You want to feel this cock inside you?” He gropes himself from the towel, making his length grow before your eyes.

“Yes, L.”

“Then maybe...” he leans down in between your legs, giving it a quick kiss, “you should,” he moves to your breast then your lips for the first time that night. “Behave.”

You grab his cock without his permission, pumping it a few times.

“Who said you can be such a naughty girl? Touching things that are not yours?” He gasps finally being touched. He lets you jack him off, slowly lowering him in to your tight hole.

“You’re mine, L.” You moan with a smile.

“You think so?” He inhales biting his lower lip.

“Mmmhm.” You moan scooting down to his head.

“You think you’re gonna get fucked tonight?”

“Yes.”

He lines up with the entrance, his head kissing your folds, barely stretching you. The pressure makes you moan, a smile embracing his touch.

L slides in slowly, his stretch making you burn along your walls.

“Fuck baby.” He groans hovering down to your lips. “Fuck you feel so good.”

He lets out a moan slowly bottoming into you. “I wanna make you cum on my cock. He begins thrusting slowly, teasing your cunt into submission. You need him, you want him. He knows how to make you cum.

You rolls your eyes back feeling him stuff your sensitive twat.

“No no no, Baby Girl. Watch me.” He cups your chin picking up his pace. Your eyes steady on him, your hand gripping his hair. “How does it feel baby?”

“Good...” you moan and he smirks.

“Think you wanna cum for me Baby Girl?” He know those pet names drive you crazy. “Think you’re gonna let me cum inside your tight pussy? I’ve been thinking about you all week.” He thrusts harder, feeling those walls tighten around him.

“Have you?”

“That’s right. I’ve been thinking about fucking you raw, letting you feel my cock for everything it is.”

Moans begin slipping your mouth.

“Yeah? Does that feel good baby? Or are you just getting off from thinking about me filling that slutty pussy of yours with my seed?” His fingers abuse your throbbing clit, feeling you twitch under his touch.

“Yeah? You gonna cum for me?”

You nod throwing your head back biting your lip.

“You deserve me fucking you like this?” He asks bottoming long strokes and waiting for your moan.

“Yes, L. Yes I do.” You pant.

“Then I should let you cum.”

Instead of leaning forward, biting your neck to embrace those pretty moans of yours, he does the opposite, pulling out, leaving you high and dry.

“What the fuck, L?” You cry out, your high dropping as he cups your neck.

“You wanna cum? Tell me where it is.”

“Where what is?” You pout and he strokes his cock.

“Your secret. Where are you hiding it?” He shoves his cock back into your sobbing hole, thrusting mad like before. “Don’t you lie to me, you want to cum remember.”

You fight your thoughts, letting him drill you like before.

“Tell me.” He growls.

If you remain silent, and cum quietly he’ll never know.

“Tell me.” L violently circles your clit, feeling your walls tighten and a moan escape those rosy lips.

You’re losing this fight.

Fast penetrations fall to nothing when he pulls out again.

“Dammit, L.”

“Tell where what you’re hiding and I’ll let you cum.”

Your red face is accompanied by his lips pushing against your neck, biting into your flesh. He pets your cunt slowly making you cry out.

“You could have came earlier. All you had to do is tell me where you’re hiding it.” He bites your neck shoving his cock back in.

“Where is it?”

Your fingers tremble against his skin.

“Y/n, you want to cum. I want to cum. Just tell me where it is.” He pants, not being able to hold on much longer. His fingers caress your cunt and he begins choking you.

“Fuck. Fuck.” You can’t hang on much longer. “Under the mattress. It’s under the mattress. Please let me cum!” You cry out feeling him thrust harder than before, your walls tight and he finally giving in to your cries, cumming inside your sobbing hole.

His hips jerking, he collapses on top of you, kissing your forehead in between pants.

“You’re so stubborn, Y/n.” His heart catches up with yours as he leans over to chest your hiding place.

An envelope with Polaroids made of you in the sexiest outfits you have are laid like cards In between his fingers.

“My God, baby. You’re perfect..” he moans, placing a hand on your stomach. “These are...” he moans in hailing sharply. “Stunning. Are these mine? They better be.”

You nod in between breaths and he smirks.

“Perfect. I need these. Thank you.”

He turns to you, setting the Polaroids down, sliding to kiss your lips. “How’d you know I needed these?”

“I can’t have you distracted by someone else.” You whispered against his lips.

“Like I have the energy to train someone else.” He pats your fucked out cunt. “You’re enough work as it is.” He leans down, placing his lips against yours, his fingers caressing your jaw. “Oh, and if you ever want to cum again , I’d suggest never hiding anything from me again, Baby Girl.”

[echoalyssa]

Saving Zan | Chapter II

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A post shared by Hayes (@hayesgrier) on Sep 19, 2018 at 11:53am PDT

The guy offers to take my bike back to my car for me but I refuse. I don’t trust anyone with it. It had taken me 4 years to compile the money just to purchase it. I needed a newer, more advanced bike. Probably a 450, 4 stoke. I had never ridden one but I was itching to try one.

Of course I couldn’t afford it though. Sure, I worked a steady job, but the pay wasn’t very much and what I was being paid was put straight into my house, car, gas, food, and my track membership.

I lock my bike up outside of the tracks’ food court. Spinning the numbers out of their order and tugging on the chain to make sure it truly was secure.

The guy kept running a hand through his dark hair. It must have been some kind of nervous habit.

“Food’s on me,” he says with a tone of voice that leaves me no room to argue. Plus it would be nice to not have to worry about lunch fitting into my budget. He pushes open the door to ‘Great Steak’. The black lab trots in behind us, still sniffing at my hand.

“You haven’t introduced yourself. Or your danger seeking dog.”

The guy grins, a beautiful grin that makes my insides swirl, and nods at the menu.

“Great Steak Cheesesteak.” I say absentmindedly reaching down to pet the lab. His tongue lolls out of his mouth and he leans into my touch.

The dog. Not the male.

He orders the same thing as me, with all the toppings.

When the food is ready he picks up a tray and places our food on it. He hands me the ice pack and I lean down to place it on my knee as we walk to a table.

“Name.” I prompt.

He laughs and the sound makes me smile. He places our tray down on the table, a table that overlooks the track.

“I guess I’ve made you wait long enough!” He jokes and grins a boyish grin that made me laugh.

“Out with it sir!”

“Hayes Grier,” he finally relents, “This is my dog Zan, we’ve both ridden here for... quite a while. Like I said, Zan doesn’t normally run out onto the track. Well, he never does actually. Again, I’m so sorry about the way things turned out.”

“It’s okay,” I tell Hayes, “I’ve fallen before.”

“And for being sexist.”

I shrug and pop a fry into my mouth, “I’m used to it.”

He watches me intensely as he says, “You shouldn’t have to be.”

I can’t keep my eyes off his face. His dark hair was cropped into a medium length hair style, his eyes a startling blue that didn’t even seem real. Brighter than I had ever seen and so entrancing. His skin is tan, proof that he’s spent most of the year outside. His skin was mostly flawless except for a few pimples but who didnt have acne? It made him human, normal.

He wasn’t buff by any means but his body was the kind that drew you in and made you want to touch him. He was lean with slight definition but not enough to be off putting.

His nose was perfect for his face, his nostrils flaring ever so slightly. His lips were full and pink and his jawline. Oh his jawline. So perfect that I had the urge to trace my finger over it.

“It still wasn’t right.” Hayes says, snapping me out of my trance and I shake my head to play it off as me not staring at him. “I mean, obviously I didn’t know but... I should have.”

I hold out a hand, indicating for him to stop. “It’s fine Hayes, really.” I couldn’t help but love the way his name rolls off my tongue, so fitting for him.

He grins and if I wasn’t so captivated by him I woudn’t be thinking that his cheeks had deepened a shade.

“How’s your knee?” Concern laces his voice and is evident in his brilliant blue eyes.

“Good enough to get back out there after this!” I say grinning, ignoring the dull throb that I prayed would go away.

Hayes laughs again, I won’t ever get tired of hearing it. “I’ve got my bike in my trunk, I’ll join you.”

“Perfect!” I reply and toss a fry into my mouth.

“So I couldn’t help noticing your bike. You seem a little too advanced for it.”

“It’s fine.” I snap, getting defensive quickly.

Hayes stares at me inquisitively for a few seconds and then nods. “You saved up for a long time to get that bike, I get that. But I’ve got a 4 stoke if you want to try it. Get a feel?”

I feel myself nodding, the irritation at the question fading away. “That would be great but what? You’re gonna ride mine?”

Hayes rubs the back of his neck nervously and chews on his perfect lip. “Don;t think I’m spoiled or anything I-I just have... two.”

“Bikes?” I ask, the surprise evident in my voice.

Hayes nods sheepishly and I whistle, letting my mind drift to how it would feel to have enough money for my life and the extra cash to own a second dirt bike.

~~~

Half an hour later, after Hayes and I had finished our food, I was standing at his truck. Hayes was wheeling his bikes down the ramp from his truck. One was a Yamaha and the other was a Kawasaki.

“You’re pick.” He says, waving his hand at the two beautiful bikes.

I give them both a look over and then say, “Yamaha.” Hopefully since I had a Yamaha they would have some similarities.

Hayes grins and wheels it over to me. “It’s full.”

I nod in acknowledgement, pulling my helmet over my head for the second time today. Hayes ties Zan to my own bike that was locked around a metal post next to Hayes’ truck. I had been two lazy to hoist it into the back of my own truck.

Hayes quickly tosses on the gear that he had previously rid himself of, he looks stunning, somehow he seems to stand out of the many other riders I often saw around the track.

We both start our bikes and ride onto the track.

Hayes is a great rider, if I didn’t have an ego of my own I would admit that he was almost better than me. Though I did so I’ll say that he was almost as good as me.

We alternated between who was in the lead. I found myself showing off for him a little bit, being extra dramatic in my jumps, adding a little Charli flourish here and there. I’d like to think that he was doing the same, though I had no example of his riding before today.

By the time we’re done the sun is setting and the track is about to close. We had lost track of time, I had been lost in the pretense of the blue eyed raven haired boy who’s dog I had almost run over.

I laugh as we reach his truck once again, “Today was fun, thanks so much Hayes.”

Hayes had been a gentleman and had refused to let me wheel his bike back up into the bed of his truck and had even wheeled mine up into my truck as well.

The track’s floodlights click on just as I begin to tug off my helmet, and I unclip and take off my boots. I tug my riding pants down my legs, thankful to be wearing my Nike Pros underneath. Even though it was practically night it was still ridiculously hot.

I feel Hayes’ eyes on me as I bend to undo my knee pads and then straighten and pull my jersey off. I toss the gear into my backseat, not caring too much about the mess as I could clean it later. I tug my hair out of it’s ponytail and shake it out, wincing as the wet hair touches my face. I was in desperate need of a shower.

I glance up to see Hayes’ frozen and flushed as he watches me.

“We should do this again.” I say, slightly flustered from his intense gaze.

He nods, running a hand through his sweat soaked hair, before yanking his eyes away from my torso. And then suddenly he’s stepped forward and pulled me into a hug, his arms around my shoulders.

I hesitate, shocked for a second but then wrap my arms around his waist, relishing in the feel of him.

“Most fun I’ve had in a long time. That was dope.” He then steps back and fishes something out of his pocket, his phone I realize. “Your number?”

I laugh, because for some reason I couldn’t stop around him, and enter the digits into his iPhone. I add a dirt bike and a black heart next to my name.

“Text me!” I call as I retreat into my truck and begin to pull away. I lean out of the window to wave goodbye to him and Zan, not missing the grin on his face as he waves back at me and Zan barks farewell.

[sealionsam]

im really truly grateful for everyone who’s said such nice things about my art recently, cuz this gal has had a rollercoaster of a time on here, and a PRETTY bumpy start with digital art lol. so i wanna take a stroll down memory lane for a second!!

(also i was sorting old art on my laptop and saw these!! ha)

a bunch of old/new art under the cut for length reasons

(also like. this is 80% for me cuz it’s satisfying to see some improvement over time!!! 2018 seems so long ago but also like. no lmao)

sam and dean, april 2018 vs march 2020

i got so mad at this first one that i quit at the faces! 

also i was basically tracing the screencap i based this off of (which is actually a great way to get shapes down!! also blocking and proportions, but using that to go straight into lineart was Not The Best Look here)

but hey!! look at that improvement. an actual style. coloring inside/outside the lines on purpose! HA. 

while i definitely have more detailed stuff of sam and dean now, the pose struck out to me when i was going through  my old art today! so i had to compare lol

neeeext UP: patience

september 2018 vs march 2020

i used to just use a ton of color palettes because i didnt know how colors worked really... which was good practice for like, color tones and stuff, but i rly didnt know how colors worked very well until GENERALLY pretty recently!

this first patience im still content with, her likeness is there but there’s not much style, and i don’t really like the stiff lines anymore 

now this!! i tried a new coloring stule and i rly enjoyed it! i also know how to use colors better (maybe???) 

at some point i do wanna get back into doing some color palette things again tho! those were really fun

alex :0

september 2018 vs january 2020

i remember i DEFINITELY traced the one on the right, or tried to. and there look at me trying to blend colors on the left how cute....

these lil wayward drawings are probably some of my favorite!!! 

and look at the change, still using a color palette but i THINK i figured out how to use the color to my advantage for the emotion of the pic rather than just. slapping it on (which i sometimes still do lol)

sastiel!

november 2018 vs february 2020

baby’s first sastiel... me just picking out canon moments of them how cute!! also peak how i could not draw sam’s nose right at this point (or cas’ BUT SAM’S POINTY NOSE IS SO IMPORTANT!!!)

this hug.. is probably my favorite thing i’ve drawing recently. i just love them a lot!!!

posing has gotten a lot better . lines too obviously (also the kind of brush helps so so much) also i was gonna color this but i merged the lines with the background like a doofus :/

jack time baybey!

may 2018 vs march 2020

very very obviously tracing/basing off of a pic?? i think. anyways im filled with good emotions still looking at these cuz this was right when i got back into spn and first fell in love with this tiny nephilim CHILD but also. there is improvement to be had ..... (also used a color palette again here)

again with the halo motif. i’ve always loved a good halo motif. SO let’s get into it. the lines!! with the old one they’re very shaky (understandable. i was v new @ digital art) also extremely stiff. no room to breath

new art! while the lines i used could be considered similar (bold lines all the same color, not much pen pressure) things have changed!

i’ve been using brown for my lines recently, makes it look less harsh sometimies, also here i’ve figured out what works for me with where to put less lines, namely the hair! i got the shape, put down some bangs, but not everything is blocked off by a line between skin / hair

also just. another note. ive figured out how to find good highlights/shadows with colors recently and i just! theyre good and bright and im happy abt it (also light purple??? is a good skin shadow???? fun fact)

ok. that all got a bit lengthy but  this was very fun for me! if you made it this far I COMMEND YOU ALL THE LOVE FROM ME

[aandreajasmine]

Monday 9th December 2019 - Posers

Today we were introduced to another segment of our brief ‘Seekers.’ Today’s workshop was called ‘Posers’ where we looked at how to achieve pose to pose animations, primarily on paper to see how our work would turn out without tracing or using onion skins. Our main objective for today was to experience and get to know/ understand pose to pose animations. I feel like I had managed to achieve this ever slightly as I found my ending product from the task itself was extremely rewarding, especially while making it I was extremely worried about how it would turn out. Another one of our objectives was to develop a working process of the terms and technical uses of frame by frame animation. To be truly honest, I don't really know what the means so I can't say for certain if I think I've managed to achieve it or not. And our last objective was to see if we could use an integrated  technique approaching both 2D and 4D problems and attempting to solve them. Once again you’ve lost me and I don't really understand how and what that objective means so its something I would have to talk to dave about and have him explain it to me (If he doesn't mind.)

During the process I had hit many stumps and kept doubting myself and thinking its not gonna be good or turn out well since I wasn't able to see it on a a layered/ onion skin. When going through this process, I realised how different this was to our previous brief of rotoscoping, this is because the rotoscoping process was tracing over filmed footage, either on a digital software or on traciing paper and then scanned into the mac books, whereas this was not traced over anything and was purely from our imagination. This made the whole process alot harder than our preivous brief since we had no real stability and our drawings could be lacking in simailarity - size, placement and shape, but luckily mine didnt vary too much, resulting in a semi decent looped animated gif. I do see how I can use this going forward in future animations, by creating backgrounds with the same pencil texture I had managed to create with the animations I created in this task, or by adding in background charcters in a different styles to draw attention to certain characters or not.

[scgdoeswhat]

Lifetime #14: A Thin Line - Jake x Cris

Summary: It’s a thin line between love and hate. With 2,139 lifetimes on La Huerta, not every go-round was roses for Jake and Cris. Lifetimes AU.

Rating: NSFW

Words: 1303

Author’s Notes: I’ve had this idea of playing with the other 2,138 lifetimes on the island for a while! Initially a drabble prompted by @brightpinkpeppercorn for “A kiss to shut them up,” it turned into smut, because it’s me. Sorry this took forever and I hope you like it! Jake doesn’t belong to me (unfortunately), but the story does. No Beta used.

Sorry if the “Read More” link isn’t working. It’s Tumblr’s fault, not mine!

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"Diego, I can't stand that pompous ass!" Cris fumed, pacing the length of the jungle suite. "He thinks he has all the answers and knows everything when it's very clear he knows jack shit!"

Diego sat on the couch, a nervous look on his face. He had never seen his best friend worked up as much as she was at this moment. His eyebrows shot up in surprise as his gaze darted behind Cris.

"You know, Princess, if you're going to wail on someone, you might want to make sure your door's closed next time," Jake leaned against the door jamb, a smirk on his lips. Anger laced his eyes as he glared at her.

With a roll of her eyes, she turned to face the pilot, placing a hand on her hip. “How many times do I have to tell you to stop calling me that?"

"Too many to count, Princess.”

She closed her eyes and inhaled deeply, trying to keep her composure. It didn’t help. Reopening them, venomous daggers flew as she glowered at him. "Why don't you get out of my room and go fuck yourself."

Diego quickly made his way to the exit. "I’m – a – just going to... please don't kill each other!" He ran out of the room, closing the door behind him.

Jake marched over to Cris, until they faced each other with no space for a breath between them. "Go fuck myself?" He seethed.

Cris raised her chin defiantly. "You heard me. Go. Fuck. Yourself."

She tried to ignore the heat coming off him, instead willing herself to not back down from his hardened stare. From this proximity, she noticed the darkening of the blue in his eyes. Her tongue quickly darted out, moistening her dry lips.

The minute movement caught Jake's attention, his glare flicking from her eyes to her mouth and back again. When he met Cris' eyes once more, there was another emotion coursing through him: desire.

Her mouth parted slightly as she recognized it. Sure, she initially told Diego about her interest in Jake – if he wasn't such a royal ass. They stayed motionless for a moment more before her eyebrows raised in shock.

Jake grabbed both sides of her face as he leaned forward and kissed her hard. Her eyes fluttered closed as he deepened the kiss, sweeping his tongue inside, tangling with hers. She moaned into his mouth, grabbing handfuls of his black t-shirt, before pulling back. She looked at him, a dazed expression reflected on her face.

"Jake, what're you –”

He cut her off with a kiss even more passionate than before, his desire and longing poured into it. Her knees nearly buckled as she felt herself melt into his embrace. Wrapping her arms around his neck, she tangled her fingers in his shaggy hair, gently pulling it.

Jake groaned, the sound reverberating to her core. Cris pressed further onto him, roughly yanking his green bomber jacket down his arms before letting it drop. An animalistic passion awakened inside of him as he pulled off her red tank top; a growl left his throat when he saw she was not wearing a bra. He bent down, taking a breast in his mouth, raking his teeth over her nipple.

They stumbled onto the bed, their clothes disappearing along the way. She wrapped a leg around him, pulling his body on top of hers as he ravaged her mouth with his. The feeling of his calloused hands was driving her mad as he squeezed her breasts before taking a hardened bud between his lips. She arched into him as he found her soaking core, sinking his fingers past her lips.

"God, you’re so wet, Princess. You like this, don't you?" With a feral glint in his eye, he watched her closely, "You like it when I fuck you with my fingers."

Her legs spread further apart in response, not wanting to give him the satisfaction of an answer.

"If that's how you're going to play it, fine. But I'm gonna fuck you so hard you're going to be screaming my name.”

"Then put your money where your mouth is, Top Gun, "she challenged, her breath shallow with indignation still evident in her tone.

A cocky grin crossed his face as he ducked down between her thighs, throwing her legs over his strong shoulders. He licked his fingers before plunging two digits into her wet heat, followed by his unrelenting tongue on her clit.

Cris cried out in pleasure as he sucked on her nub, her hands tangling in his hair as she moved against his face. All thoughts were lost as his fingers curled in her, nearly bringing her to the brink.

He pulled away and started stroking his hard dick. "I don't think so, Princess. Not until I hear you say it."

"Goddammit, Jake,” she panted, a sheen of sweat covering her entire body. "I want you to fuck me."

The next thing she knew, he flipped her over, raising her hips until she was on all fours as he positioned himself behind her dripping sex. A sigh escaped her lips as she felt his head at her entrance, slowly sheathing himself in her.

Jake groaned as he slid in all the way. "Fucking hell, Cris. You're so Goddamn tight."

"You feel so good," she exhaled sharply, closing her eyes and relishing him inside her.

He steadied his breathing as he began to thrust in earnest, slapping her ass hard enough where he was sure his claim on her would be obvious when she wore her tiny bikini. The sounds of their bodies becoming one echoed throughout the room as he rammed into her, unforgiving in his pace as he fucked her raw.

Cris could barely contain the whimpers as he pounded her from behind, the sensation of his cock hitting her spot pushing her to the edge. She begged him to go faster and harder, not caring that she would have trouble walking the next day. With her climax nearing, she reached down to rub her clit, only for Jake to pin her arm to the bed as his other hand worked his magic on her bud.

His fingers slid over her button furiously, the added stimulation causing her pussy to clench around his cock as the orgasm racked her body.

"Jake! I'm coming!" She screamed out as he continued pumping, her walls squeezing his throbbing member.

His thrusts became sloppy as he could feel his balls tensing in anticipation. He pulled out of her heat as he finished himself with a grunt, his cum shooting all over her back.

He collapsed on the bed, inviting her to his nook, wrapping an arm around her as she laid her head on his chest. Silence reigned while they both caught their breath, minds blank from coming so hard. His hand gently traced lines up and down her arm, the gesture completely opposite of his rough demeanor not even minutes before.

She heard his heartbeat slow, returning to normal, while his breathing deepened as he relaxed in his haze. Not wanting to be the first one to speak, she fought the urge to say something. It was an internal battle she lost.

"Jake?" Her voice came out raspy, like someone who just had the best sex of their life.

"Hmmm?" His fingers continued their trail, leaving goosebumps in their wake.

"Where does this leave us now?" Her fingernails lightly scratched at his chest, the gesture making his muscles involuntarily flex.

Jake tipped her chin up, bringing her in for a slow, lazy kiss.

"I don't know, but I sure as hell enjoyed doing that a lot more than our usual fighting, Princess."

Cris hummed in agreement, mulling over his words. Suddenly, that damn nickname didn't sound so bad after all.

[6lueshift]

Blank Space

An idea I had while reading the Black Light novel, since it opens up to so many possibilities between them. And I simply love it.

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Codes are running on the screen in front of you, and once more you forget about your surroundings, as your fast fingers type in more of those symbols and characters. Things start moving at your will, because you’re in control now. Only you exist there, nothing else.

But the codes are suddenly broken into a million pieces, shattered in front of your eyes, as something drags you back to your miserable reality, making the frames of your desktop screen as well as your surroundings slowly reappear.

You leave a long sigh, frustrated. “Shouldn’t you be asleep?” you ask the owner of the hand laying on your shoulder, but you keep your eyes on the screen instead.

“Shouldn’t I ask you the same?” he’s quick and that bothers you, he notices the grip in your hand. “Can’t sleep.” he admits, letting go of your shoulder, and you didn’t notice how warm his touch was until now. You despise it.

You finally look at him, you’re watching his profile as he studies your desktop screen, curious.

“What’s this?” he asks staring at your screen. He’s about to touch your keyboard, but you’re quick enough to push his hand away.

“Don’t touch.” you warn him. “I told you already. It’s a simulator.”

“Sounds like a game to me.” he says, straighting up, and you can see he’s already lost interest in it.

“I doubt a simple minded like you could understand it.” you scoff back because you know he’ll never take your stuff seriously, he never did.

He stares back at you. You’re still frowning your brows, but you didn’t notice until his index finger touched the gap between your eyes.

“Stop it!” you react instantly, you’re disturbed and easily irritated. You slap his hand away instinctively. You never knew how to deal with touching.

His eyes are still on you. You know he’s studying you, reading your traces, and that only increases your irritation. “Point taken.” he says after a few seconds. “Are you gonna tell me how this works?” you suppose he’s talking about the simulator.

“It’s not— finished.” you answer, trying to erase those past ten seconds from your mind. “Still needs to be improved. Some of the codes I added are not working yet. I was trying a new sequence the moment you— arrived.” you look at him.

“Sounds difficult.” he adds, looking back at your desktop screen, and you’re not sure if he’s actually curious or just trying to comfort you. You don’t really wanna think about it. “May I?”

“Code? You?” you try not to sound excited about it, but deep down you know you are. “Try this.” you type in a sequence of characters, your fingers quickly fill up several code lines down your screen. You’re doing it on purpose. You know he can’t follow you, you’re playing him. You feel good.

You finally take a step back to face him, pride all over your face. He walks in and types something on the keyboard. You approach to read the characters on the screen, it says “Fuck you.” he’s smirking the moment you jerk your head at him. “It’s not that hard.” he says at last.

You try to avoid his gaze, you don’t understand but something’s hurting as memories from two years ago take over your thoughts. You feel nostalgic and you despise it, but you can’t fight it.

You ask yourself what is he even doing there. You mourned him. You have spent hours trying to overcome it. He should’ve just stayed dead.

You snort, snapping out of those thoughts, but he’s studying you, silently, and you know you can’t hide anything from that stupid CASIE. “What if I expected it?” he says, and you don’t get it.

“What are you talking about?” you’re starting to grow anxious. Your eyes want to follow his shape, but you fight the urge back.

He leaves you hanging for a few seconds. “A hug.” he then adds. You jerk your head up instantly to face him. He’s facing sideways. “You asked if I were expecting a hug when we met, is there a problem if I actually expected it?”

“N-no.” you answer, and for once you mean it. “If this is a joke then—”

“This isn’t a joke, Pritchard.” he reassures you, you notice he’s somehow offended by your distrust by the way he calls your name.

“Fine.” you tell him, you didn’t mean to offend him, anyway. He’s waiting. “You mean now?” He sighs, and you can tell he’s rolling his eyes even with those dark shields on. “Ok.”

You approach slowly, he, on the other hand, doesn’t move a single inch, forcing you to make the first move. You open your arms just enough so you can place them around him. You don’t get too close, your chests a few inches apart, and you stay like that for a while. “You really suck at this.” he adds, you try to find an excuse but it’s already too late, he’s got his weight all over you.

You’re stuck like a stone, you don’t dare moving an inch, you simply can’t. He rests his head in the crook of your neck, and you can feel his breath against your skin, it’s warm, and for a second you forgot how to breathe as he pulls you closer.

Your eyes won’t fix anywhere, instead they keep jumping from place to place. He tells you to relax, but you can’t, not when you’re not in control anymore.

He’s letting go, and you close your eyes, relieved that you can breathe once again. You inhale, but something else rather than air fills your mouth this time. You shut your eyes at the realization.

It’s warm and rough, and you try not to think about the blood running south, you never felt more impotent. His beard is prickling, and it feels so good against your skin, but you hate yourself for even acknowledging it. It should be disgusting, wrong. Instead the taste of his tongue is bringing down any strength left in your body.

So many times you told yourself he was nothing but trouble, and now you find yourself melting under his touch. And you feel so ashamed. You’re ashamed of yourself, for falling so easily at his feet.

That’s when you break up, you can’t let him go any further. You can’t let it happen, or else it will devour you for once.

And that scares the hell outta you.

He calls out your name, gently, but you’re heading back to your desktop, and you’re about to dive into this cold world made of digits again.

And when you finally arrive, you’re certain that now you’re safe, now you’re in control, and you don’t have to go back.

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