#try as i might i suck the fuck with names so please excuse me while my no pronoun having ass dicks around noncreative names

[whatudottu]

Because I’m trying to read something and am constantly getting distracted about my internal thoughts, I wanna talk about petrosapien diets and also about the Alien Force inspired human petrosapien hybrid character that I finally have a design for and how she factors into that... vaguely.

So not keeping you for long, everything now continues under the cut.

A lot of my headcanons around petrosapiens and Petropia centre around the idea that most of this silicone-based planet and the lifeforms it produces spawns from the existence of crystalovores, however is best to spell a word that doesn’t exist. Crystalovorous lifeforms are either plants that grow into many of the crystals and subsequently derive nutrients from the significantly harder to eat rock to soils and sands, or lifeforms that derive some form defense mechanism associated with crystals or otherwise in need of a way to get more crystals.

Petrosapiens, being largely crystalline (a step up from having a crystal exoskeleton even if by technicality that’s what they generally are) are an example of the latter group and get their nutrients and energy from eating and digesting very specifically crystals, rocks being the cheaper and technically ‘unhealthy’ equivalent (think fast food or otherwise not-entirely-good-for-you foods) and metals, what little there is in easy access on Petropia inedible. Maybe you might have metal be the equivalent for gum, but one can’t dissolve it in large quantities so it’s best not eaten at all if not just spat out after.

That being said, a lot of crystalovore species - including that of petrosapiens, of course - have evolved to specifically digest crystals and sneak away what little nutrients it would have, also having to adapt to find, need and desire the nutrients specific to crystals that other species would not and never will benefit from otherwise. This digestive acid - stomach acid for closed system lifeforms like petrosapiens, an acidic poison-like secretion from roots or skin for plants and otherwise open system lifeforms like bugs and certain tunneling creatures in and out of water - is strong enough to break crystals into nutrients to enervate the body and leave dust behind. Open system creatures and life leave the dust behind for non-crystalovorous plants to take root, for fungus wanting to finish things off or for other purposes, but petrosapiens take that remainder crystal waste and use it to grow more crystals.

I suppose the human equivalent may render that idea as being kind of gross, taking the useless parts of your digested food and turn it essentially to skin; were it a shelled creature, waste product shells, but to be fair that’s how snails work on Earth anyway. And that’s mostly how I see it, it’s not a system that can be perfectly paired with a human function, and now (well technically not now, I already had made the connection before) I add snails to my pool of ‘what the fuck is a petrosapien’ biology headcanons- lemme just...

Hahah, you cannot escape my weird inspirations!

But, as a little something something, though that acid is not strong enough (nor built right) to digest metal - no literal bismuth petrosapiens walking around with technicolour crystals - it is more than enough to dissolve what would typically constitute for food, biological plants or meat typical to a diet of herbivores, carnivores or omnivores (hmm that’s a lot of ‘i’s, maybe crystalovore should be crystalivore?). Looking at like, specifically if herbivores can eat meat or if carnivores can eat plants for like... a sliding scale of what can happen or not, there are generally no strict herbivores whereas carnivores cannot digest - and thus cannot be sustained - by plant matter (so feel free to slap a furparent for giving their dog a vegan diet).

With this in mind, this made me think that crystalovores are to omnivores what herbivores are to carnivores, there’s a level of disconnect between the food and the individual that leads to a disconnect of what you can digest. But, though the acid is capable of dissolving plant and animal matter no sweat, unlike herbivores who can eat some form of meat (typically being that of insects rather than a full body, but can in moderation eat carrion and bird chicks) and derive sustenance, it is the difference between organic and inorganic food that simply means that petrosapiens (and other exclusively crystalovorous species) just simply do not have the same nutritional needs that organic food provides.

So, with all that mumbo jumbo out of the way, petrosapiens can and - for those trying what is dubbed ‘human food’ ie, not crystals and named after the introduced idea of humans who eat anything and everything regardless if it will harm them - do eat meats and fruits for all the nutritional value of a garnish. Having a diet of only meats and fruits and whatever other non-crystal based thing will do absolutely nothing for a petrosapien, even if it’s rich in minerals or whatever, because that’s a lot of garbage to sort through to even get to minerals, and by that point the salts and whatever other relatively inorganic part of the food does nothing for sustenance. In fact, speaking of minerals, mineral water does more good than a full course meal of ‘human food’ because even if the minerals are floating around in actual water, there’s no need to sort through any junk to get to those minerals.

And so, sure, have a journey with textures one can’t even begin to make with crystals and try out ‘human food’, petrosapiens eat crystals and maybe cheaper rocks with like pockets of crystals within them if you can’t afford better, because they just built like that.

But I have a petrosapien character who is not built like that, and saying that she’s petrosapien is only half right.

Say hello to the finally drawn concept of a nameless human petrosapien hybrid, a character I’ve been referring to as Abuelita de los Crystales after the Mexican Cave of Crystals because guess what, she’s lived for 180ish years ever since the Victorian era and, if it weren’t for her significantly more human (but still half petrosapien twin) she would have been far more alone than she is and is coping with the loss of a lot of people by being great at Dia de los Muertos.

Because I cannot be trusted with keeping a hybrid character free from angst, I have forced myself to keep her angst be of the typical ‘i live for a long fucking time and the people around me are god damn human’ angst and slightly just ‘i’m very visibly not human’ (this is why i made the mutants and magic au, this great great great great grandaunt of her slightly more human compatible twin’s lineage deals a lot better where non-human beings are a little more common place), I’ve given her more of the human-ish materials part of her genetics as opposed to her twin.

By that I mean, abuelita (genuinely I don’t have a name for her) has crystals made of bone - or at least calcite (crystalised calcium) and bone cells - whereas her fraternal twin had her nails, hair and bones replaced with their mother’s crystals (not to be confused with their human mum, look this has been a whole year of thought and it’s coming out because these thoughts are now impacting reading). This individual right here does not derive sustenance from meat or fruit like full-blooded humans, but because she is made from bone/calcite with bone cells whatever I’m deciding, the simple solution is drinking a lot of milk and straight up eating bones and sucking out the marrow like a grandfather who finds the marrow of an ossobuco is the best part.

Now, from the angst ridden bowels of my mind, this tatara tatara tatara tararabuelita (tía, abuelita or bisabuelita for generally not bullshit long titles) can now be essentially one of the founders or perhaps only member of the family that has, in 180 years of free time, has picked up a hobby to cattle farm. Aside from overseeing something that can have intergenerational workers, she has a very stable source of calcium that can also directly feed the people that she cares about with so much fucking cow products it’s like ‘Tía! I’m tired of having so much beef, can we get more variety?’.

Okay this has turned into Abuelita de los Crystales propaganda (I should REALLY FUCKING decide on a name now that I have a drawing of her) instead of ‘oh petrosapiens eat rocks for breakfast’ bullshit but excuse me for giving my technically not even an adult petrosapien human hybrid a little farming hobby with little pieces of ‘wait what do you mean her sister ‘had’ crystals replace her bones’ insight of what a year of sitting around and doing nothing about it did to this character :)

So, petrosapiens (maybe even Chio my petrosapien therapist that I shove into every circumstance that needs some therapy even if location wise it doesn’t make sense) are confounded that my nameless hybrid sustains herself off of very organic bone and milk to live and humans are thinking how bizarre it is that Abuelita de los Crystales only ever drinks milk and eats bones when her very human looking family eats significantly more meat than she does. My baby’s therapy is cattle farming and Dia de los Muertos ofrendas being full stocked with memories and offering like you wouldn’t fucking believe.

And I believe that is all, for now at least. Now let me get back to what I was reading and hopefully I won’t look anywhere other than the screen and suddenly think of something else to write.

[groguspicklejar]

Soap rectifies his mistake

Warnings: +18 Smut (Minors and ageless blogs DNI!!!!!), fingering, oral (fem receiving), p in v, edging, absolute filth i tell you, fluff, aftercare.

[Part One] [Part Two] [Part Three]

@sofasoap that's it. the series is complete.

He's feverish, almost. Like all of that dormant passion comes to life like a dry forest catching ablaze.

The towel slipped off and your legs wrapped around him faster than you could comprehend. He put you on the bathroom counter without ever separating his lips from yours. His hands were all over you, pawing at every inch of your skin.

He didn't care if you were getting the counter or the mirror wet, he's got you pinned right where he wanted you. Mouth scorching kisses down your throat, yet he delicately slides two fingers through your soaking folds, sinking one down to the knuckle.

He's surprisingly slow on that part, taking his sweet time. It's affectionate in a way, like he's savouring a meal. The gradual rhythm of his fingers drawing the heat out of your pussy was driving you delirious.

Your teeth catch your bottom lip, and a moan hitches in your throat as you watch how his digits glisten under the light. But he clocks that.

"Ah—no." His thumb pulls your lip from between your teeth and slides into your mouth. The strangled noise you make becomes a little more audible. "None of tha', bonnie. Be as loud as ye need."

Fuck, you've forgotten how much joy he takes in ruining you. He moves his fingers at a languished pace.

"Johnny." you gasp softly, your leg curling around his hip. "If i'm— if i'm too loud, i'll wake the neighbours."

It's a poor excuse to keep quiet. You've woken up the neighbours before and, just like then, it was all his fault. This won't be any different.

And you're right to assume that he's not going to care as looking at you with the most devious expression you've seen on a man. "Good."

A broken moan follows him when he falls on his knees to have a taste of you. The first swipe of his tongue, after weeks of being deprived, was pure bliss. He seals his mouth over your opening with his hands pressing your thighs apart when they threaten to close on him.

"Been keeping me away from her for too long." he murmurs, pressing kisses all over your cunt until you think you might go dumb from the sensations. "I missed you." he confesses, blue eyes locking with yours and fluttering, wrecked as you are, licking through your folds. "missed you so much."

You can't recall much coherent thoughts after that. Not when he devoured you like it was his last meal. With his hand reaching for your breast and picking at your nipple while he fucked you with his tongue. It's passionate, it's dizzying, it's fucking messy. You can hear the wet sounds of your cunt as he licks and kisses you with intention, with a fierce determination that has no direction.

He's always been a messy eater. Whether he means to be or not, you're not sure. It never really mattered when it made both of you go dumb from the pleasure.

The heat builds, an imminent threat of your climax approaching faster than you could comprehend. You try not to buck your hips against him, scared that you might slip off the counter, but you can't help the way you squirm against his mouth sucking on your clit. But he holds fast, arms locking under your thighs to hold you close.

you feel him groan into your soaked cunt, the desperate carnage of his mouth tasting and devouring every part that is sensitive. the wicked glide of his tongue draws a desperate cry from your throat, it makes you wet and makes your walls flutter, wanting more and more and more.

"Fuck, fuck, please, Johnny, right there-" You feel the sparks popping at the base of your spine as your fingers grip his hair, holding on for dear life when the pressure increases. Breathing becomes a struggle with each second that passes, even when you're uttering hushed pleas of his name, begging him to keep going with each moment as the ecstasy climbs higher and higher, until-

Until he stops. A desolate cry is all that leaves your mouth but he shushes you with a desperate kiss of his own. "It's alright, darlin'. It's alright. I'll give us both wha' we want, I promise."

It's almost enough to pacify you. But you plea all the same, nails raking down his arms. "Please, Johnny. I need you. Please-"

He knows when he slants his mouth against yours again, softly dipping his tongue inside as he picks you up and takes you out of the bathroom. The taste of you makes you weaker, biting his lip and pulling at his hair to make him groan.

Johnny drops you on the bed and doesn't hesitate to place himself between your legs. You help him take his shirt off and as much as you want to savour each muscle and every inch of his skin, you're too distracted by the way his hands work on his belt.

He doesn't even bother to take off his pants. Just lowers them far enough for his cock to spring out, ragged breathing and eyes like a soft blue flame pouring over your skin. For all the desire coursing through his veins, he doesn't immediately fuck you like you expected him too.

It's his fingers you feel first. He's careful too, slow but not as methodical as he usually is. You mewl softly into the pillow as his thumb rubs your clit and one finger slips into you with ease. You're so wet, there's almost no resistance.

"All this..." His other hand lands by the side of your head. He leans over you, looking down at his ministrations. "Just f'me?"

"Johnny..." you plead, trying to pull him closer so you can kiss him but he won't let you.

He stops fingering you and catches both of your hands when you try to caress his face. It's agonizing.

"Shh..." He holds them above your head with one hand while the other goes back between your sticky thighs. "I got you."

He's definitely punishing you. If you were unsure of it before, it's blatantly clear now, even if he won't say it. Hell, you don't even think he's aware of it. This is punishment for keeping your pussy away from him for this long.

"Johnny, please." Tears prickle the corners of your eyes and you think you might burst with how embarrassing it feels when he's focused on how wet you are on his fingers. Your thighs draw in together and you can't even look at him.

"Open yer legs for me, bonnie, let me see..." You don't look at him when you do, creaking one eye open to find his fingers in his mouth and the sheer relief on his face. "You taste so good."

He reaches between your legs again, biting his lip when your choked moan punches into the heavy air as his fingers push back into your pussy. He retracts them once again and strokes his cock with the glistening fluids this time, his other hand gripping your thigh to pull you closer.

"I'm going to ruin you." You gasp sharply when he taps his cock against your folds, ignoring the broken utterance of his name. "And then I'm going to show you how sorry I am, bonnie." The moan that leaves your mouth when he grinds against your clit is fucking filthy. "And then..."

"And then...?" you prompt, swallowing thickly as he leans closer.

"And then..." He steals a chaste kiss, smiling while nudging your nose with his. "Then I show you how much I've missed you."

You don't expect when he finally sinks into your drenched pussy. Your sharp moan is all he hears as he groans into your neck. Your eyes fluttered shut, a gasp escaping your lungs as he stretched you open, sinking deeper than he's ever been and nestling there as if he'd found his home.

Perhaps he did. With the way he gazes at you, with the highest kind of reverence, with a feral desperation, the thought isn't difficult to believe.

He rocks his hips, starting slowly to let you adjust whilst he enjoys the anguished sounds he pulls from your lips. He grins, relief flooding his features and leans in for a kiss, starved for you. "Fuck, bonnie. I missed yer voice, I missed those sweet noises. Sing for me, darlin'."

You mewled into his mouth, melting against him as he plunged his hardened shaft into you again and again, the shameless squelching of your coupling pickling your skin with goosebumps. It's fucking filthy, it ignites a sinister ache between your legs, where his cock drives deep, soaked and creamy with your essence, a white already forming at the base.

"Hear tha'?" He drawls, his eyes rolling back for a second, baring his throat to you and the sight makes you clench harder. His hands pluck your hard nipples as his gaze sharpens and focuses on you. "This sweet cunt missed me too, huh? She did?" You nod frantically, biting your lip. "Yeah?"

You can't bear to look at him anymore, your gaze veers away. He's going to break you. You can feel it with every harsh thrust pushing you against the counter. Your pussy sucks him in every time he's buried inside, unwilling to let him go when he pulls out.

"No, keep yer eyes here." His hand clasps around your throat, fingers shifting your head back. "Look at me when you talk to me, love."

"Y-yes!" you squeaked, nails digging into his arms. "I missed you." he pulls you, tilting your hips to hit a deeper angle and you scream. "missed you so much, Johnny!"

"Yeah?" he breaths, primal heat taking over his senses as he seals his lips over yours, claiming your succulent moans, his tongue melting hotly against yours.

"don't stop." you sobbed quietly into his mouth, helpless to the carnal pleasure, "please, please don't stop-"

Your words choke when his thumb tracked along your slit and presses the pulsing bud, trailing gentle loops. It was nothing compared to the harsh thrusts of his aching cock, but it draws a frantic whine from you. Your cunt tightens, an ominous threat of your impending orgasm barreling closer and closer.

"Steamin bloody Jesus..." He plays with your breast while swirling his thumb over your pulsing nub, earning another gut-wrenching mewl. "Louder, bonnie. Can't get enough of you begging so sweetly f'me." He nips your earlobe, his chest growing tight as he tells you, "M'sorry for making you doubt yourself. I'm so sorry, love-"

His gravel voice dissolves into soft apologies, his somber regret seeping into your bones, melting into delicate confessions of "i love you, i love you, i love you, i love you-"

Tears prickle hotly at the corners of your eyes until your vision blurs. Every doubt you had about him fades and every thought of leaving him shuts down. Your legs wrapped around his waist, nails raking streaks of pink along his shoulders and back.

The pressure in your cunt reaches its boiling point and a piercing wail tears from your throat when you cum, your body jerking and shaking in his arms. Your pussy spasms tightly around his length, earning a sharp moan from him as he keeps thrusting inside, prolonging the ecstasy coursing through your veins.

He mouthed a trail of kisses down your throat when his hips slowed to a stop. More tears had sprung from your eyes by the time he carried you to bed, your throat was raw from screaming. His shaft glistens when he slowly pulls out of your pussy with a hum, a smile gracing his lips.

Your thighs were trembling as he held them apart, gaze focused on your swollen pussy. You watched him grip his length, gently stroking it with the viscous cream sticking to it.

"Johnny..." you croaked, reaching for his cock, your delicate fingers tracing the reddened tip. "more..."

He groaned at your touch before taking your hand in his and pressing it beside your head as he looms over you. Lust-filled blue eyes took in the sight of you. Blissed out and ruined, craving more of him. If he does in battle, this will be the last thing he ever thinks of. He sinks inside your pussy, cursing at how you're still pulsing and carefully pulls out.

"We got all night, darlin'." He draws his cock out slowly, slapping it on your puffy clit before groaning loudly as he presses inside once more, filling you up so nicely. "Let's make the most of it."

You tuck your face into the crook of his neck as he stretches you wide and deep. This time, using his weight to his advantage, the tip brushing against something so devastating, it had you clenching all too suddenly. Your back bowed tightly as he touched that spot again, a weak cry leaving your open mouth.

"fuck..." he drones, enjoying how you blossom against him, cupping your face with one hand to look you in the eye. "Let it all out, bonnie. Don't hide from me anymore."

And just like old times, he took his time coaxing the sounds out of you. His kisses are sweet until they turn into molten fire, animalistic and brutal, his tongue sliding and teasing yours, licking eagerly into your mouth.

The intense wanting of his lust frightens you as much as it excites you. You realize, very dimly, that this is Johnny's base state. Insatiable. Voraciously passionate as he pours his never-ending love into you. He can't help it. It's in his nature and it corrupts yours, bending you to his will.

The thought tightens the pressure between your thighs, where he fucks you like it's his last hour left on earth. He ruts into you, taking what's been denied of him for far too long, filling your pussy with each heavy thrust. He pushes to the hilt, knocking your breath loose.

Your nerves are charged and buzzing with raw want. He slips a hand between the two of you, his thumb swirling on your clit, lighting up the sparks from before while he murmurs filthy obscenities to you.

You barely find it in yourself to utter his name, forcing him to look at you. And it that moment, nothing else makes sense than this. Your soul joining with his, your body melting with his.

"I..." you whisper, your hand reaching up to touch his face. "I l-love you too..."

And you see it. The momentary falter, a chink in his armour, rattling and falling to the flour. Blue eyes widen just a fraction, glazing over before they close when he leans into your touch with a soft purr. You barely catch the tears break and fall down his cheeks before you another rapture crashes into your system.

It's a flash of lightning, swift and devastating. You scream his name one last time, head thrown back and fingers clamped on his arms. You trigger his orgasm as your pussy strangles his cock, and his rapture bursts hotly inside you, filling you deeply with his cum as he roars your name right back.

Both of you tremble against each other. Johnny's hips keep moving purely out of instinct now, drawing out the last remanents of your pleasure as much as his. His cock pulsing and squirting out his cum into your womb the way you enjoy.

Even when it was all over, he was careful to lay his body on yours while he was still nestled inside you. You feel the heaving breaths in his chest moulding with yours. The ebbing silence only filled with the sounds of your panting. Johnny barely shifts his head to plant a lingering kiss on your shoulder, then a few more on your collarbone and your neck. You loved this. You missed this.

"Do you forgive me?" he asks, his small voice charged with a bleeding mix of fear and remorse that breaks your heart.

Your fingers trail against the sides of his head, where his scalp is barely peppered with the short strands of his hair. You move your hair into the thick, lush ends and start a gentle massage. "Yeah..."

He lifts his head, frowning but his eyes brimming with hope. "Promise?"

You nudged your nose with his. "On my life."

He regards you for a long moment with uncertainty while you gentle play with his hair. Your other hand cups his cheek, your thumb making soft wipes under his eye where another tear streaks down. His eyes shut and he breaks into a bright smile.

"God, I love you." He presses his mouth on yours, a deep kiss that steals your breath. "my darlin', my whole world, my everything..." His lips melt against your own, soft murmurs leaving him, "Can't bear to lose you again."

You can't either. And you won't.

He cleans you up afterwards. The tender skin around your thighs is cared for with a warm, moist towel. He looks after your whole body too. Lifting your arms to wipe the sweat off your chest and stomach. Your neck and shoulders were peppered with more kisses once he was done, earning fits of giggles and playful smacks on his chest.

He brought dinner to you after that. Making sure your belly was full and making sure you stayed hydrated. You hand-fed him a few pieces of fruit too and kissed him.

There was no greater feeling than being in his arms and sneaking your fingers at his ribs to tickle him. He cursed and laughed, begging you to stop but you don't. So he rolls you on your back, pinning your hands above your head.

"Enough of that." he chides, looking down at your lazy grin with a tender gaze. Which soon shifts into a heated stare when he analyzes your position.

You gulp, a steady pulse coming to life as you press your thighs together. "Johnny..."

"Fuck..." he bites his lip. "I really can't get enough of you, can I?"

"I'm not complaining." you jibe lightly, relishing the chuckle he releases before his head dips.

His lips brush against yours. Just barely. And not a second later, there's a knock on the front door, startling both of you. He lifts his head, brows furrowing as the knock gets louder. His gaze finds yours, but you shrug, just as clueless as he was.

"Stay here." He pecks your lips before he rips himself from you, grabbing the pants that have long since been discarded. He puts them on as he heads out of the room.

When he reaches the front door, he checks who it is. He grows more wary at the sight of two police officers and opens up for them.

"Evening, sir." one officer nods curtly to him. Johnny greets her back, his eyes gliding over to the man behind her. "We got a call about a noise complaint." she says, "Something about a domestic altercation."

His expression shifts, severely perplexed. "Excuse me?"

You were wondering who was at the door and what's taking him so long to come back. It is a struggle to get up from the bed and walk with shaky legs while putting on your nightgown. You can hear voices from the living room.

"Johnny, what's—" You stop abruptly, eyes widening at the sight of two police officers standing at the doorway. "going on...?"

You glance between the three people. The obvious blush on Johnny's face to the cop's serious expression.

You were mortified when the kind officer explained the situation, while Soap was trying his best not to laugh.

"It's... It's not like that." You awkwardly rubbed your neck, horrified at the memory of the last thirty minutes playing back in your mind. "We were... um..." You honestly don't know what to say anymore. "We weren't fighting."

The two officers glanced at each other, then at both of you. And all the signs were there. Hickeys on your neck. Scratches on his. And the obvious lack of fear in your eyes, but rather how you leaned into Johnny's chest when he touched the small of your back.

"Oh." The first officer says, eyes shifting to your flustered face. "Oh..."

The second officer chimes in, clearly amused and somewhat relieved by the false alarm. "Well... in that case, carry on. Sorry for, uh... the inconvenience. And try to keep it down."

Johnny snickers when you moan behind your hands and nods to them, "Of course."

The two officers left and you shoved him. "You're a walking menace, MacTavish."

He doesn't remember ever laughing as hard as he did that night.

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PLAY DATE ✩ M. STURNIOLO

OVERVIEW ;; you and matt are friends w/ benefits, so he hits you up .. you walk to his house and have a “play date” !!

CONTAINS ;; matt x fem reader, sub&dom ! matt, fwb ! matt, pet names, oral (m ! receiving), use of y/n, unprotected sex, angst (?) near the end !! (that’s it i think??)

kiki speaks ;; okay so this was based on THIS tik tok because omg he’s soooo. but anyways… ENJOYY (also this is my first smut EVER so please excuse me if it’s kinda sucky) PART TWO OUT NOW!!

date published ;; 02.17.24

not proofread !!

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5:57 pm.

i lie in my bed, excruciatingly bored. watching some show that i have little interest in, when i get a text from one of my friends, matt.

“hey, are you free rn?” the text read.

me and matt had been friends ever since he moved to los angeles. i also got along with his brothers well, so we would always hang out and go places together. a few months after becoming friends with them, i broke up with my ex-boyfriend and got closer to matt.

one day, matt and i had a conversation and decided we wanted to try some things, so we hooked up. without feelings. which brings us here. friends with benefits. although i might just be breaking that ‘no feelings attached’ rule, but he doesn’t need to know.

“yea?? whats up?” i reply

“chris and nick are gone. come over?” he asks

“sure, just give me like 5 minutes” i sent back

finally. ive been waiting for his text all week. last time we spoke was like 4 days ago. i quickly put on some light makeup, a cute & comfy outfit, spray perfume and head out the door. the triplets only lived about 2 minutes away from me so, i could just walk there. which i did often and most definitely will do now.

once i arrive at the triplets’ home, i give the door a knock and it opens, with matt standing on the other side of it.

“hey matt-” i get cut off by him grabbing me by the waist and kissing my harshly in the doorframe.

“sorry. just couldn’t wait.” matt smirks, licking his lips while closing and locking the door.

“i can tell.” i spoke, a smirk crawling on my face too.

“c’mon. my room.” he demanded and grabbed my arm, dragging my to his room.

he brings me to his room and sits on the bed. i close the door behind us and walk over to straddle him.

“missed you, y/n. haven’t seen you in 4 days. ive been so busy-” he explains, holding my hips as i hover over him.

“shh.. matt we’re here now.” i speak before moving my mouth onto his, resulting in a rough, heated kiss, which turned into a make out. our tongues moving together in rhythm, exploring each others mouths.

i start grinding over his clothed cock, trying to gain some friction, letting out soft moans.

“hmm.. you like that, matt?”

“shit… yes- fuck” he breathes out

i continue my movements, going back and forth on him. i quickly slip my shirt and jacket off, matt following me and taking off his shirt as well. i unclasp my bra, matt took a nipple in his mouth almost as soon as i took it off.

“ah- fuck- someone’s impatient.” i groan out

“mhm..” he mutters

i feel his dick start to twitch under me, signing that he was close. i speed up my movements. he grabs my hips tightly and comes right on the spot.

“oh shit..” he moans

i move off of him and onto my knees, rubbing his cock through his pants.

“look at you, so fucked out already.. haven’t even gotten to suck you off yet.” i smile sinisterly

“don’t tease me, y/n.” he breathes

“oh don’t worry.. i won’t for long.”

i swiftly pull down his sweatpants and boxers and grab his cock. i kitty lick the tip then slowly lap a long stripe from his base to the tip before taking all of him between my lips.

“oh- god! mgh fuck- y/n.. don’t stop. shit!” matt moans out.

i bob my head up and down on his cock, letting out soft, quiet, noises, sending vibrations down it and making him shudder. my tongue hit every vein on him, very slowly. i continue my motions, making direct eye contact with him the whole time until i feel his dick start to twitch in my mouth.

“fuck, im close..” matt mutters.

“cum in my mouth, matt. i wanna take it all.”

with that, he shoots out white, thick ropes of cum down my throat.

“s’good for me, matt.” i tell him, sweetly, while standing up and taking my pants and underwear off.

“mhm…” is all he manages to get out while still sitting on the edge of the bed.

“now get on your back so i can ride you.” i say sternly, walking over to him

“yes ma’am” he chuckles under his breath

he moves to the middle of the bed, lying on his back. i hover over him, giving him wet, sloppy kisses all over his face and throat area. most definitely leaving marks.

i then lined him up with me and sunk down on him. when he bottomed out, we both let out a string of moans.

“shit matt..”

“oh you’re so good. fuckkkk”

as i take all of him in me, i wrap my hands around him and rest my head in the crook of his neck, waiting to adjust to his size. no matter how many times we do this, ill never get used to it.

once i was ready, i started moving up and down on top of him, trying to pace myself.

“mghh…. matt.”

“holy shit.. mm you’re so good. so perfect for me,” he whimpered, “taking me so good oh my god.” he continued to moan.

those words made me instantly clench around his cock as i bounced on it, speeding up my pace. the room filled with grunts, moans, curses and the sounds of our skin slapping.

my legs were starting to give out and my bounces got sloppier, matt noticed this and flipped us over. now we were in missionary, with him pounding into me relentlessly.

“oh fuck fuck fuck fuck matt” i managed to moan out

“yea.. mhm got tired after a couple of ups and downs huh?” he grunts

“ohhh matt shittt”

“that’s right, y/n. say my name. uh huh”

i came about as soon as he said that, but he kept going, chasing his high.

soon, his thrusts got slower, indicating that he was close.

“cum inside me, matt. i wanna take it.”

“oh fuck y/n. fuck” he groans, while his cum fills me up and falls on side of me.

we both lay there for a while, out of breath before matt speaks up.

“you can go now.. if you want.” he says

hearing that kind of broke my heart. i knew we weren’t supposed to have real feelings for each other but geez.. am i just some toy to him?

“are you serious? you just told me you ‘missed me so much’, but you’re letting me leave just like that? am i just some sort of play date to you?” i ask, sitting up. anger, sadness and confusion written all over my face

maybe i shouldn’t have said that.

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kiki speaks (again) ;; urmmm I DONT KNOW HOW TO FEEL ABOUT THISSS UGH 😭 i hope i did good and you guys enjoyed but this is my FIRST EVER SMUT AND FIC SO GO EASY ON ME. i would also really love tips from other writers bc idkkk. but TOODLES !! (p.s. DO U GUYS WANT A PT. 2 OF THIS BC IK I KINDA ENDED W A CLIFFHANGER-ISH TYPE THINGY??)

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[brilium]

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❥ DAY 15. Morning sex! with Porco Galliard

Summary. Marcel brought his not anymore little brother to the beach vacation, you thirsty in the morning might lead you to let your morning desires lead you.

Content Warning. Fem! reader, no use of Y/N, all characters are adults, smut, vaginal sex, fingering, mention of pregnancy. No proof edit, might edit later.

Word count. 1,611.

MINORS OR AGELESS BLOGS DO NOT INTERACT !!

Your best friend, Marcel, invited you and your friends to go to the beach on vacation. By indications of his mother, he had to bring his little brother with him since the little Porco was in a rebel phase.

As you remember, Marcel’s little brother was always noisy and glued to his big brother with his usual high pitched voice even though he was only a year younger than you.

Suddenly, he was all grown, fit and with a deep voice. What ruined you as soon as you saw him was that damn haircut that he got.

“Shit—  Shut up or they are going to hear us!” Porco covers your mouth with his hand as the other rubs small and fast circles on your clit.

You muffle in his hand, holding the kitchen counter for stability while his lips behind your ear makes your legs feel like jelly.

“Fuck, God bless the beach temperatures.” Porco whispers against your ear, biting your earlobe softly. “This tiny short of your pajamas makes everything so much easier.”

The sunlight is just sneaking out through the kitchen window, you woke up half asleep because you wanted a glass of water. That leaded you to find Porco looking for the leftovers of last night, you joked of his morning hungry and… Fuck.

How did you end up like this?

“It’s the hangover” You think, but you’re sure that is just a lame excuse.

Porco lets go of your mouth to slide his hand under your top and pinch your nipple between his fingers. You whimper, trying to be quiet but your chest burns in need when his hard crotch covered with thin sweatpants rubs against your ass.

You push your hips back against him as you throw your arm back to hold his neck as his fingers keep torturing your clit.

“Porco— Stop playing and slide your fingers in.” You whine and can’t hold the frown in your eyebrows when you hear his laugh vibrating against your ear. Ignore how wet you are getting with his voice. Remember: It used to be so high pitched that it gave you headaches!

“Already so needy? Yesterday you were avoiding me and now you beg for my fingers?” He passes them a little lower, teasing against your folds and causing you to roll your eyes at the sensation. “You’re so crazy that it makes me want to ignore everyone in the house and make you scream my name.”

In the soft silence of the morning, the wet sounds of his kisses on your neck are just slightly heard over your low whispers. Due to the soaking in your cunt and panties, everytime that he teases you rubbing them up and down through your folds, the wet sound makes your heart skip a beat on fear that the echo made it louder.

“Do you really want me to finger you? I won’t mind. But, what would my brother think?” He sucks on your neck while his hand squeezes your breast, shaking it. You bite your lip to hold the moan and he slides the half of one of his fingers inside. “He’s so fucking annoying by overprotecting me, what if I just breed you so good until I get you pregnant? Would you like that?”

You try to answer, but he fully slides two fingers inside and curls them on your G-Spot almost immediately as he enters. Fuck, what fucking college he goes to? He just goes to have sex and learn how to fuck?

“That it’d be so fucking hot— God!” You move your ass up and down against him, sighing at the feeling and his words. “J–Just imagine, babe. My cum dripping on your thighs while we breakfast with my brother and his friends, these sweet tits getting bigger— Fuck, just let me do it raw, please?”

He slides out of your cunt, receiving a soft whine from you as he turns your body to face him. He takes off his shirt in front of you and pulls down his pants, he's all naked in full sight for you and your common sense betrays you to let your hormones lead your actions.

“Okay, but pull out when you’re cumming.” 

He smirks, grabbing your waist to lift you and seat you on the counter before pulling down your shorts. Just like before, your common sense betrays you at all when you lift your top over your head to also get rid of your shirt.

The warmth of the first rays of sunshine covering your bodies through the window makes you shiver in excitement for pleasure.

Now, If anyone comes for a glass of water they’ll find more than just Porco eating the leftovers.

“Just be silent, okay? My brother is kinda old and needs his full sleep hours” He winks at you as he slowly starts to slide inside you.

You bite your lip as you hold his shoulders, feeling his thick cock making a way through your wet walls.

“H–He’s just a year older— And I’m the same age as him. Fuck!” Your final swear comes out a little sharp and louder than your previous whispers, feeling his tip hitting fully inside with a hard thrust.

“See? Old people don’t listen to the younger ones, I told you to be silent.” He smirks, grabbing your hips as he thrusts devilishly slow.

“Fuck, go faster, idiot” You groan, throwing your head back as his lips reach for your nipples to suck them.

He lets out of your bud, leaving it hard and wet as he kisses your skin between them as he reaches the other.

“I need to go slow if you don’t want them to find us.” He groans, reaching the other nipple to also keep his mouth busy with something to not let out a lewd sound. 

You sigh, hugging his neck as you clench your cunt around him to make his movements harder as his fingers ding on the skin of your hips, groaning at the sweet grip of you around him.

“If you move a little faster, I…” You sigh, moving your hips upwards and backwards for more as his growls get more irrepressible. “I may let you cum inside.”

Porco widens his eyes by your words before starting to get a quicker peace, maybe your skins are not slapping too loud, but the wet sound of your pussy dripping with every thrust. He just shakes his head in answer as he takes more and more of your with his hips hitting on you.

You hug his neck, sinking your moans on his shoulder while he has to shut his eyes and look at the ceiling as he enjoys the sensation of your pussy tightening around him.

When your legs hug his waist to keep him closer, he lets out a tiny whine as he bites your shoulder to not groan loud. His morning hard was annoying him for a while, that’s the reason why he came to the kitchen to distract himself, but you came and… Well, this happened.

He’s already feeling close, he doesn’t wants to cum without making you do it too so he grabs your hips and starts hitting harder, without caring of the skin slapping sound or your moans now being so much less able to hold as you tighten on his cock.

“I–I’m close!” You moan against his ear, sending painful pulses on his crotch slamming between your legs. “M–Make me cum, please!”

“As my senior says.” He groans, pleased as his thrusts get harder until you legs around his waist hug him harder and you whine sharply his name feeling the waves of your orgasm showering you.

You shut your eyes, riding the orgasm with every thrust, expecting to feel the hot feeling of his cum on your cunt, but when he suddenly pulls out you open your eyes to the sight of him pumping his erection until his cum spread around your thighs and some drops in your fold’s entrance.

A guttural growl follows his orgasm, holding the counter on the sides of your thighs for support while you breathe hard, playing with his messy hair while he tries to recompose.

“What? Did you get scared of cum inside?” You ask with a shaky voice, grabbing your top from beside you to put it on again. “It could be that the kids of today don't know about birth control?”

He snorts, shaking his head as the kneels down to straighten again as he pulls up his sweatpants.

“I’m a good man who respects the desires of a girl who’s not sure of me cumming inside” He tilts his head, faking an innocent expression and you hit his shoulder as you look away with a  smile.

“Shut up, good man.”

“It’s good to see that you both finally get along.” A feminine voice calls for your attention and you both feel a cold sweat running through your foreheads as you look at Pieck smiling at you both half naked.

“Pieck! This is just—”

“No, you don’t have to say why you’re showing your pussy in full sight for Porco” She smiles, looking away as Porco awkwardly stands between your legs covering your intimacy. “Just dress up, and don’t worry, I brought everyone earplugs yesterday since Porco said that he’d finally make a move with his crush.”

She winks before walking away again as Porco swears at her between his teeths. You laugh softly, caressing his neck with your nails to get his attention back to you and see his soft blush.

“I’m not ready for the pregnancy part, but I guess that we can try some dates before.”

@softlilpeachxx

[xkaidaxxxx]

Yuji Itadori x chubby reader

May have errors since this is 2am writing.

“ Don’t say I didn’t warn you.” Yuji said. He was very upset about you starving yourself all for a guy. It was absolutely stupid for you to do such a thing. “Whatever Yuji it’s fine. I swear.” He wanted to slap some sense into you but instead he walked away. As he turned around the corner you frowned.

Yuji Itadori is attracted to you. When people make fun of your appearance he’s TTG.(trained to go.) He is ready to fight. “What’s up with you?” Megumi asked Yuji as he slammed his fist at the wall. “ I hate him. I loathe him. I’d beat him to death if I could.” He then looked at his hand still feeling rage even after causing himself harm. “ You have to respect her decisions even if it ends up messy.” Megumi said patting his back. Megumi was right. It’s your life. You create your own path with the decisions you make. “He’s a total dick. Even his name sucks. Kousuke.” Yuji spoke while he cleaned the blood off his hand.

NEXT DAY

“You should really try using a waist trainer or something’s to show off your boobs that way people focus more on that than your fat.” Kousuke said laughing afterwards to make it sound like a joke. “I know right!” You giggled but actually understood. “She’s perfect the way she is Kousuke. If you don’t like that then you can leave.” Yuji spoke giving him a death glare. “Yuji he’s just giving me ideas on how to lose weight.” You defended him. Kousuke then leaned down and pecked your cheek. “See you later darling.” He whispered in your ear and walked away. “ He’s messing with you y/n. Open your eyes. You shouldn’t change for someone. You’re beautiful already.” He said as you both headed to the restaurant where you planned to meet up with Megumi and Nobara. “ Excuse me..y/n..may I speak to you please.” Umi (Kousuke’s ex.) She’s skinny and small. She almost looks sick. “Hey Umi” you smiled. “I came to warn you. . . Kousuke isn’t who you think he is. He’s manipulating you..he also gaslights.. he’ll have you end up like me.. sick until it takes a while to recover. Like me and the ex before me. He loves playing with girls weight and feelings. It does matter to him how much we weigh just as long as we end up messed up. Please listen to me..I don’t want you to suffer.” She spoke shedding tears. “He’s lovely don’t worry. He hasn’t been harmful.” She looked at you with such a worried and saddened expression. “Don’t say I didn’t warn you.” She walked away.

As time passed by you did lose weight but you looked unhealthy. You lost 70 pounds from 194(your weight). In and unhealthy way. Along the way you stopped hanging out with Megumi,nobara and Yuji. You stayed beside Kousuke and his friends. Yuji might have not talked to you anymore but he always watched you. Watched you leaving the girls bathroom holding your stomach with a pale face after you threw up your lunch. Watched you only picking at your food then throwing it away. Watched you cry in silence in the old gymnasium the school didn’t use anymore. He watched as you fainted multiple times during PE class.

One day during an exam you passed out falling of your chair hitting you head against the wall then the ground causing you to bleed. Yuji ran over lifting you up. “Don’t just fucking look call an ambulance!!” He yelled.

“Who are you? If you’re not family you can go ahead and leave.” A nurse said. Yuji laughed at her. “You’re fucking funny.I’m staying in this room with her. Call security if you’d like. I’m not leaving her side.” The nurse sighed. She didn’t want to start a scene. It was a full house after wall. Two hours passed. They had you with 2 Iv’s.You’re dehydrated and malnourished. They were surprised how long you lasted like that. “Y-Yuji oh sweetheart thank you for watching her until we got here.”Your mother said. After all you moved in with your grandma just to attend this school with Yuji so it took your parents awhile. “I’m staying here with her just in case you guys need to go and grab things.” Yuji replied watching as your parents sat in chairs beside you. “Yes son thank you we appreciate it.” Your father said. He loves Yuji for you. He thinks he’s a hardworking, respectful, smart and strong man for his daughter.

You finally woke up feeling dizzy with a headache as well. “My love Hi sweetheart” Your mother said tearing up. “Hey flower.” Your father said with a lump in his throat. “You’re awake y/n” Yuji said with tears slipping. He was angry at himself for not stopping you or at least trying.

The following months Kousuke dumped you. In front of everyone. He made sure it embarrassed you.

Afterwards you sat alone during lunch and In classes as well. Your heart ached but it was your fault you ended up like how you are. You couldn’t face your friends especially Yuji. Until you had the courage to. “Hi… Um… Y-Yuji.” You said tapping his shoulder hoping he’d turn around and acknowledge you. You teared up and tapped his shoulder again. Your heart was pounding. “Oh hey y/n.” He replied upset. “I’m sorry for not listening to you. I ended up like this .. you cared for me all along. I can’t believe we stopped talking. I messed up and I’m sorry.” You cried gripping his jacket not knowing you were. He suddenly held you in his arms. “Don’t you dare hurt yourself like that again. I’m not ever allowing you to leave my life again. I love you. I always will. I’m glad your health is better and your weight is good. My chubby girl.” He said crying ugly. It was pretty funny. “ I will accept your feelings just give me time okay. I do like you. Being away from you after the hospital made me think so many things…dad was right. You’re meant to be for me.” You said holding onto him tight. “You’re meant for me y/n. I’m so lucky.” He said not letting go.

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[ateezscupid]

Hey, can I please request?

Dom!Hongjoong X sub!fem reader

1) booping your nose

2) you don't have to do this!

3) I can never seem to get enough of you

Thank you 🙏

yeahhh… i got a little lazy with this one 😅. but i also wrote this at 3:20 am, so please endure this terrible fic 💝

﹟𝗪𝗘𝗧? ⋆ 𝗄.𝗁𝗃 𝗑 𝖿!𝗋𝖾𝖺𝖽𝖾𝗋

𝗔𝗧𝗘𝗘𝗭 𝗠𝗔𝗦𝗧𝗘𝗥𝗟𝗜𝗦𝗧 / 𝗥𝗘𝗤𝗨𝗘𝗦𝗧

plot - you offer to blow hongjoong off during a business meeting.

warn - dom!hongjoong, sub!reader, oral (m rec), dirty talk, pet names

w/c - n/a

𝗧𝗔𝗚𝗦﹕ @felixs-voice-makes-me-wanna @starillusion13

hongjoong boops your nose as you suck him off, being able to contain himself at the beginning of the meeting then slowly losing his composure as time went on.

your mouth was so warm, so wet; he felt like he was melting inside of you every time you sucked him off and he loved it.

and of course, this was your idea.

“mr. kim, are you okay?” a man on the screen asks him. joong’s ears perk up and he places a hand on your head trying to imply that you needed to stop, but you kept bobbing your head. he hissed and nodded.

“y-yes, just very under the weather. if you will excuse me for a moment, im going to find some medicine.” he stuttered for a bit then turned his camera and microphone off, making sure he was muted before leaning back and letting out a drawn out moan.

“fuck, princess,” he grips the pen in his hand tightly, hips occasionally thrusting up and causing his cock to hit the back of your throat.

“your mouth always feels good.” he hums. “i might have you do this every meeting.”

you giggle, sending vibrations through his body as you continue to bob your head. you bring two hands up and curl your fingers around his cock, beginning to pump him up and down at an already fast pace.

“fuck!” he moans loudly. “yes baby, just like that… i can never seem to get enough of you.”

you smile at his praise while pushing him to the back of your throat. he jerked forward and placed a hand on your head, grabbing a fistful of your hair and tugging it as you used both your mouth and hands on him. god, he loved it.

“god, i’m so close already…” he groaned, tugging harder on your hair. “f-fuck, keep going baby. don’t fucking stop.”

you listen to his commands, continuing your movements as he was writhing in pleasure underneath you, his thighs quaking and his eyes shut tightly. he sounded so hot when he moaned, and it made you feel better knowing you were making him feel good.

“yesss, suck me off baby. god, look at your mess you’re making…” he says, referring to the spot dribbling down your lip. you were always sloppy sucking him off.

“f-fuck, i’m… i-i’m cumming!” hongjoong gasps quietly and arched his back, groaning loudly as he came down your throat; warm, white strings of cum going down your throat. you swallowed as much as you could, giggling and kicking your feet a bit. you take your mouth off him and smile.

“i wanna do that every meeting.” you say, eager to make him feel good as you sucked on your fingers.

“aw, baby, you don’t have to do this.” he caressed your cheek. “i don’t need you to, bay. just being here makes me feel so much better.”

“mmm, fine joongie, but i still wanna do it.”

[lokiandbuckysdoll]

Can we have Loki and Bucky overstimulating reader but also comforting them through it...

Lovely nonnie I love the request and idea! I hope you like the fic!, also please bear with me like I’ve said before I’m still new to writing smut and I’m still trying to figure out a way for me write smut for it to be semi decent. :)

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I Said I’m Sorry

Summary: Dancing with one of Tony’s friend’s wasn’t as innocent as you thought it’d be.

Paring: Dom! Winterfrost x sub! Reader

Word count: 1,297

Warnings: 18!+ ONLY!, SMUT!, Overstimulation, Bondage (restraints),sex toy(vibrator)  I guess dom/sub dynamic, name calling (pet,doll,slut,daddy), slight angst, fluff, aftercare, slight mean dom loki/bucky, subspace,

I think that’s all but please let me know if i forgot something! 

Dividers: @firefly-graphics

A/N: Okay so, this fic is something that I'm slightly scared to post. This is something very new that I’ve written. I’m trying to expand/explore my smut writing so it can at least be semi good or decent  so APOLOGIZE! if this fic completely sucks and the smut is utterly terrible🫠👍🏼  

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Once Loki’s jaw clenched, Bucky knew you were in for a night of fun.  At the time you didn't know how your actions affected your two lovers, you had simply accepted the offer of one of Tony's friends to dance. Being the nice and kind person you are, you didn't want to be rude and decline. 

The only problem was he got a little too friendly for both Loki and Bucky’s liking. You politely excused yourself and went off to the restroom.  That’s when the fun began for the night.  

You had just reapplied your red lipstick and were dusting off your dress, when they walked in. You were startled at first until you realized it was them and relief washed over your face. “ You startled me” you said as you dust your dress off one last time.

 You didn’t get a reply as Bucky was quick to check the stalls, nodding to Loki that they were the only ones in there. Loki locked the door and you knew something was wrong.  You moved your graze from Loki then to Bucky as they came and caged you in, your back gently hitting the sink. 

“ Oh James, our little pet is so dumb that she doesn’t know what she did wrong”  he tisk as he moved his gaze to bucky. The tone of Loki's voice and the leering look in Bucky’s eyes as he stared at you automatically made you wet. 

“Is that true? are you dumb that you don’t know what you did wrong?” your gaze moved back to loki as his hand came to caress your cheek. Your breath quickly hitched in your throat as he moved his hand to the back of your neck so you could look directly at  bucky while he leaned down to whisper in your ear. 

“ We saw you dancing with Stark’s friend, might I say he got too friendly with you. Right james? ” He pulled away to look at Bucky 

'' We saw the way he looked at you” you let out a small whimper as Loki tightened his grip in your hair and Bucky hiked up your dress to your waist. 

 “ He wanted to fuck you doll, but that’s not what got us upset” he kneeled down to remove  your panites, once they were off he stood back up and Loki was quick to move your body. 

You were now bent over the sink, Loki leaned  down once again to whisper in your ear. “  What got us upset was that  you thought we'd be okay with you dancing with another man in front of us,” you let out a soft moan and jerked your body forward as Loki's free hand laid a harsh slap to your exposed ass.  

“ I'm sorry” you breathe out,  but you couldn’t help the arousal that shot to your aching core. This time Bucky was the one to land another slap. 

“What was that doll?” he mocked you as a smirk grew on his face. 

“ i said *smack* i- i’m sorry *smack*” you let out another whimper as the small tears began to form in the corner of your eyes.  

“ We know love, however you need to be taught a lesson about who you belong to” Loki moved to kiss your cheek. “ Now, you’ll go back out to the party and say you're not feeling well, while me and James will be waiting for you in the bedroom. Understand?” 

You simply nodded. Loki and Bucky both held you up and fixed your dress. Bucky quickly kissed your lips before him and Loki made their way to the door. “Wait, my panties” Bucky shook his head with amusement. 

“ trust me doll you're not going to need them” and with that they left you to recollect your thoughts.  

Now here you laid, arms tied above your head, your body on fire from the pleasure that you’ve been having over and over again. 

You had just had your 4th orgasm of the night and neither Loki and Bucky had yet to fuck you. Judging by their faces and smirks they were far from done. 

“ s-s-stop t-to sensitive” you cried out while pulling on the restraints. 

“ We will not stop pet.  Not when we have you tied up and to our mercy” Loki jaw clenched as he pressed the vibrator harder against your swollen clit. 

You let out a hiss, as Bucky's mouth attached to your breast yet again. No doubt leaving another mark that will bruise, but you secretly loved it. You loved being marked and claimed by them even if you protested them to stop.

He pulled away from your breast with a pop sound “ we love to take advantage of you and watch you come undone until you're nothing but a sensitive and overstimulated dumb slut of mess for us.” He placed a tender kiss on your cheek before returning to attacking your breast again. 

You could feel yourself getting closer to your release yet again. “ Sir! I’m Close!” with that Loki quickly pressed the vibrator to your overstimulated and abused clit again. 

He was determined to make you cum and squirt for him. From the feeling of bucky's mouth on your nipples to the feeling Loki is giving you from the toy. It only took a couple more seconds before your 5th orgasm hit. “F-FUCK!” You screamed and Bucky moved away from your body and leaned back on his knees. 

You were trying to recover from your release that you barely noticed Loki had removed your restraints and placed you to straddle him. Or that Bucky moved behind him. 

Once Loki slid himself in your let out a gasp “DADDY!” That’s when they knew you were in your sub space. 

“ It's okay we got you pretty girl” Bucky whispered in your ear as he placed kisses down your spine.  He waited for a moment before he slid in as well. 

“ will take care of” they both began to work together, one sliding out while the other slid in. 

The sounds they were pulling from you made them quicken their pace.  You were on the edge of both pleasure and pain, but the way they were fucking in and out of you made it all worth it. 

Your 6th orgasm approach and before you could say anything they both spoke. “ It's okay, let it out. We got you” you let out a moan loud enough for the whole floor to hear. Thank  god for the sound proof walls. 

 They both watched you very closely as an earth-shattering and toe-curling orgasm hit you like a truck.  “Attagirl,” Loki kissed your temple as he held your shaking form. They both stilled inside of you, as they  gave you some time to calm down. 

“You did so well, my precious doll,” Bucky praised. He gave light and tender kisses to your shoulder. “ I’m going to pull out now okay” you nodded. “ I need words doll” came out as a whisper but once Bucky heard you say okay he pulled out gently and you hisses at the loss of contact. 

Bucky went to run a bath while Loki gently rubbed your back to try and calm you down.“ I know my love, I’m sorry. Let’s get you cleaned up yeah” he wanted to pull out as well but you let out a cry.  

“ no move t-to sen- sensitive” you nuzzled your face into the crook of his neck. “ I know but we have to get you cleaned up, you did so good for us my love. Your our good girl” 

You nodded “ I’m good girl” he kissed your head once more before taking your slightly now shaking form into the bathtub. The remainder of the bath was spent with them praising how good you were for them and how much they loved and adored you. 

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[sweetheart-satoru]

lego set

he's glad he can live his childhood through your hobbies

author's note: i rewrote everything cuz this sucks 😋 also reader is around the same age as denji so we are in fact no hi*eno #2

denji wished he met you earlier.

he wasted his first kiss on himeno, who not only made his first kiss experience terrible but also vomited in his mouth to make it worse. whenever he thinks back to that moment, his mouth goes dry and he thinks he might cry.

he thinks he might die of humiliation when remembering her vomit's chunky, gross taste. "bleugh!" he groans to himself, and aki turns to look at him confused. "what's wrong?" aki was in the middle of discussing something with someone that denji didn't bother to learn their name.

"nothing, i'm gonna go get water!" he excuses himself and power jumps on his back, "ooh! ooh! let me come! ponytail boy is boring." she sticks her tongue out, which aki ignores. "no, you're both in trouble. power, you need to stay. denji, hurry up." he replies, which makes power frown. "see, boring." but she just walks away and sits in a chair.

denji leaves the room, quickly shutting the door and holding his stomach. he feels like he might throw up. as he walks up to a water fountain, he bumps into a girl holding a bunch of papers in her arms.

"oh, sorry. wasn't watching where i was going." you say, bending down to pick them up. denji can barely form a word, and he thinks you're one of the prettiest people he's ever seen.

"oh- uh," he's not good with words so he just shuts up, bends down and helps you pick it up. "sorry, i also wasn't watching where i was going." he blurts out, scratching his head.

you just chuckle and reassure him that it's fine.

that's how you two first met.

over time, you and denji (and power), have gotten much closer. he comes over to hang out during the weekends or when you're back from school.

today, you're just chilling in your room watching an old show while you finished a new lego piece that you saved enough money to buy. (why the fuck is lego so expensive bro i just wanna build)

power got in trouble again so she is not here as denji knocks on your door. "coming!" you call, pausing your show and putting down whatever part from the lego you had in your hands down.

when you open the door you smile widely when you see a certain blond-haired boy in front of you. "oh, hey denji. wanna come in?" you ask, opening the door slightly more for him to enter. "yeah.. thank you.." he says, looking a bit flustered.

and over time he learned to be more neat and clean when coming over. he never listened to aki when he told him to put his shoes away nicely, so when he first stepped foot into your house and saw all the shoes neatly lined up, he couldn't help but want to please you and do the same.

you lead him to your room, which every time he steps into, he feels nervous. he fidgets with his fingers, not paying attention to where he is going and almost falls down.

"holy shit!" you cuss, trying to muffle your laughter. "are you okay, denji?" you help him back up on his feet, and you watch his face get red. "yeah.. i'm okay." he yells at himself to get his shit together in his head.

holy shit i just embarrassed myself like crazy!! he imagines power laughing in his face.

"here," you let him sit in the chair where your lego was near, "i'll get you ice." quickly, you rush downstairs and come back with and ice pack. when you hand it to him he mumbles a quiet, "thanks." and puts the ice on his little injury.

he turns the chair around to face the table in front of it, "hm? what's this?" he points to the lego. you tilt your head, "that's my new lego set! i jus' bought it!" you exclaim joyfully.

"woahh.." he looks at it closer, "what does that mean?" he asks, confused. "hm? have you never had lego before?" you ask him, "well i mean, i was basically homeless my entire life, and was on the verge of death like every other day trying to make money.. so, yeah.. never had one before." he shrugs, as if what he said literally wasn't crazy.

you cough awkwardly, "oh.." he just nods, still paying attention to the lego set, trying to understand what it is, "well, want me to show you?" you ask, trying to lighten the mood.

"yeah!" he exclaims, "okay, stand up," you shoo him out of your chair, "see this?" you show him the instruction book, "you need to follow what they're saying. so this page is where i'm on right now, you basically need to look for the pieces the page is telling you, and put them where the picture in the page has them. like this, see?" you show him.

he nods slowly, "can i try the next page?" he asks quietly, looking up at you. grinning down at him, you get up, "sure. here, try it."

author's note: bye i hated how i wrote the first one so here's this :,) but i still have the other version saved even though it's literal dog shit

[celestialsarcasm]

hard to hate you

baron zemo x reader

Rating: Explicit

Summary: You’re an Avenger, so of course, you and Baron Zemo exist in a state of mutual hatred. Or at least, you’re supposed to. It’s the natural order of things. Too bad you lose sight of that a bit more each time you end up in his bed…

Tags/Warnings: smut, a tiny bit of fluff at the end, but mostly smut, dom!zemo, sub!reader, enemies to lovers, piv sex, dubcon (not really, but maybe? just in case?), dirty talk, degradation, condescension, name calling, choking, praise kink, begging

Word Count: 1.5k

You aren’t sure how you ended up like this, pinned underneath the man you claimed to hate. Some unfortunate lapse of judgment or the wine you drank earlier, probably. Never mind that this was somehow becoming a regular occurance. But you always managed to come up with an excuse, even if they were starting to sound a little ridiculous even to your own ears.

This time, you’re sprawled out under Zemo on the silk sheets of his enormous bed. He’s thrusting his fingers into you while his other hand pins you to the sheets, and you’re about ten seconds away from losing your fucking mind.

“What would your precious Avengers say if they saw you like this? If they knew how desperate you are to be fucked by the enemy? How you turn into a cockdrunk little slut as soon as I get my hands on you? How when I do this-“

He curls his fingers inside you and bites down hard on your pulse point, and you wail.

“You seem to forget how much you hate me.” He laughs darkly as you squirm underneath him, wanting to retort but instead finding yourself reduced to a string of pitiful whimpers.

“Hmm, nothing to say to that? I really have made you into a brainless little whore. Too bad, you’re still going to have to beg if you want to cum.”

The final words are spoken against your ear, his lust-filled, accented voice clouding your head with desire. You fight to think through the haze. “Please, Zemo,” you whine. “I-I need it!”

He tsks and shakes his head. “You know better, draga. Try again, what’s my name?”

You can hardly think as his thumb starts tracing teasing circles on your clit, but eventually it clicks in your brain. “Baron! Baron, please, make me cum, I want it so bad!”

He hums approvingly, moving his thumb faster. “There’s my good girl. You’re close, aren’t you, mein schatz?” He smirks knowingly. “Beg for me some more, and I just might let my little slut cum.”

His fingers are working you so good you can barely stay afloat, waves of pleasure washing over you as you fight the urge to cum without permission. “Please, Baron, feels so good! Want to cum on your fingers, please let me! I’ll be so good for you!”

His eyes darken and he all but growls, “Do it, then. Cum all over my fingers like a good little slut. Cum for me, now!” His mouth moves to your nipple and sucks, just as his fingers hit that perfect spot inside you and his thumb presses down on your clit.

You scream, shattering around him. “Fuck, fuck, yes!” Your eyes roll back in your head as you ride wave after wave of ecstasy, hands finding purchase in Zemo’s hair and tugging, if only to anchor yourself to this reality.

Zemo eases his fingers out of you, laughing softly when your cunt clenches involuntarily around them.

You gaze up at him breathlessly, mind still reeling from your orgasm.

“Open,” he commands, holding up his fingers still covered in your cum.

You groan at the implication and open your mouth dutifully, sucking eagerly on his fingers when he slides them between your lips.

“Good job, schatzi, being such a perfect slut for me,” he praises, pulling his fingers back. “But you know I’m not done with you yet. I’m going to fuck you now, and you’re going to take it like I know you can. Isn’t that right, princeza?”

Even though his words threaten to ruin you, you keep quiet. You’ve regained some consciousness by now, and the post-orgasm clarity is reminding you of all the reasons why this is a bad idea, all the things about Zemo that would send any sane woman running. And yet…

You know you’ve hesitated too long when he leans in closer and wraps his hand around your throat. “I said, isn’t that right?” he growls. “Come on, slut, use your words. Tell me how you’re going to be good for me and take my cock in that tight little cunt.”

Just like that, your mind is once again blank of all thoughts except for his words and the feeling of his hand on your throat, squeezing just enough to make your brain go fuzzy. And, goddamn him, what else could you do but obey?

“Fuck, fine, I’ll take it for you, I’ll be good,” you say breathlessly.

Zemo’s grip on your throat loosens slightly. “That’s more like it.” With his other hand, he reaches down and grips his already hard cock, groaning as he gives it a couple strokes before bringing it to your slick entrance. “Already stretched you out around my fingers, so you should be all wet and ready for me, hmm?” he asks, smirking.

His words are driving you crazy, and you gasp when he teasingly rubs the tip of his cock over your clit. “Yes, Baron, I’m ready. Please, just fuck me already!” You’re vaguely aware that you’re begging again, but at this point you can’t bring yourself to care.

“Someone’s impatient,” he chuckles. “But since you asked so nicely…”

He slides into you with a single thrust, forcing a loud moan from somewhere deep in the back of your throat. He groans along with you, cock twitching inside you as he bottoms out. Quickly, he starts thrusting in and out of you, not giving you much time to adjust. But fuck, you love it.

Needing something to ground yourself, your hands fly to his shoulders, digging your nails into the skin so hard they’ll surely leave marks.

Your whimpers combine with his groans in what may be the most flawless harmony you’ve ever heard. Your bodies slot together perfectly on each thrust, as you arch your back and lift your hips to meet him. You’d never admit it, but at times like this it seems like the two of you just fit.

The thought is driven from your mind as Zemo starts talking again. “Mmm, that’s it, draga, you’re taking it so well for me. Such a perfect whore, just for me. C’mon, tell me who you belong to.”

“You, Baron, only you! I’m yours!” you moan, knowing somewhere in your lust-addled mind that it was true.

“That’s right. Mine,” he growls, and the possessiveness in his voice makes you clench around him. “My - fuck - my perfect whore, my desperate little cockslut. Tell me how good my cock feels inside you, I know you love it.”

As he says it, he adjusts his angle to hit a spot even deeper inside you, and oh, you’re fucked.

Words fall from your mouth without your permission. “Feels so good, it’s - oh - so fucking good! Please don’t stop, need you!”

His pace doesn’t falter as he grabs your hair and turns your head to the side so he can lick and bite over the column of your neck, moaning against your skin. You writhe, the attention he pays to your sensitive spots driving you closer to the edge.

You couldn’t seem to stop talking, babbling nonsense at this point. “Ahh, s’ good, feel so full, I need it, more, please!”

You’re getting close, and you can tell he is too by the way his hips start to stutter. “Fuck, schatzi, I’m going to cum,” he breathes shakily. “Want me to cum inside you?”

“Yes, yeah, cum inside me, want you to fill me up!” You’re practically screaming at this point, so close that you know feeling him spill inside you would be all you need to send you over the edge. “Please, Baron, cum in your good girl’s pussy!”

That does it. “Fuck!” he shouts, biting down on your shoulder as he cums.

You follow not a second later, a strangled “Oh god, yes!” falling from your lips. You shake around him, moaning incoherently as he fucks you through your orgasm.

Once you’ve started to come down from your respective highs, Zemo pulls out and makes to roll off of you, but you grab his arm. “Can we…” you bite your lip, suddenly shy. “Can we stay like this for a minute?”

He grins. “You like having me on top of you that much, hmm?”

You rolled your eyes, moving to push him back off you. “Well if you’re gonna be cocky about it-“

“No, stay, princeza, please,” he says softly, and you’re surprised to see something like longing in his eyes. Appeased, you sink back against the bed, Zemo’s weight on top of you somehow making you feel safer than you have in a long time. You’ll save the analysis of that thought for later. For now, you close your eyes, and he surprises you yet again when he starts gently stroking your hair. The two of you lie in silence for a few minutes until you open your eyes and narrow them in what you hope is a menacing expression.

“You tell anyone about this, so help me, I’ll kill you, Baron,” you say in what’s meant to be a threatening tone, but comes out like more a lover’s teasing quip. After a second of silence, he starts laughing softly and you can’t help but start too - laughing at your pitiful attempt to scare him and, well, at the whole situation.

Despite your better instincts, you let yourself relax under him again, and eventually the soft strokes of his hand against your hair, combined with the steady beating of his heart, lull you into a peaceful sleep.

[disabledunitypunk]

I'm so tired of cripplepunk exclusionism. I'm frustrated that cripplepunk as a term has become a red flag for those of us that are both physically disabled and neurodisabled, because we know we are not safe in those spaces. I'm especially tired of the few neurotypical gatekeepers I've come across that are treating people who are both like privileged invaders when they literally lack one of the axes of oppression we face and therefore (while I don't believe they are ontologically capable of oppressing us) DO HAVE PRIVILEGE IN THAT SITUATION.

And I'm tired of other people who are both throwing those with multiple types of disabilities to the wolves. I'm tired of some of the people who quite literally have more accommodations and treatment than me treating me like I'm only mildly disabled in any way. Please note I'm only referring to the people involved in the conversation that have access that I don't have, such as not being housebound by their own words.

I'm also tired of it coming from people as or more disabled than me, but that is both less common and I have more sympathy for those people because being super fucking sick and having to fight a greater-than-90-degree battle against the people who are supposed to be saving your life and increasing it's quality to not kill you and actively make your quality of life worse fucking sucks. I know from personal experience. I'm not excusing their actions, but I do feel for them.

Anyway, here's the post that provoked this. I'm struggling more and more every day to not think that this is at the very least partially a psy-op pushed by actual feds, even if it didn't start out that way, because of the extreme levels of damage it's done to disabled solidarity. It has truly effectively destabilized any disabled liberation movements.

And you know what? I don't care if there are no actual feds involved. If that's worth it to you just to get one over on the evil "abled" or "able-bodied" privileged neurodivergents, regardless of where you fall in terms of type of disability, go pick up your badge, because you're just doing the work of a fed, might as well not do it for free.

And don't get me wrong, I have my own share of wrath for neurodivergent people that think all physically disabled people have it soooo easy and are taken sooooo seriously. Corpoableism is also a problem in the community! I saw a comic like that the other day that I haven't been able to post about yet because I literally get too triggered every time I try.

My point here is specifically about exclusion in a movement quite literally named for a slur that historically and in modern times has absolutely been used for all of us. Crip studies and crip liberation always included all of us, well before someone on tumblr decided to make it exclusive. We were being called mental crips in asylums right alongside physical crips in hospitals (and freak shows).

We all face ableism and accessibility barriers and can be SEVERELY DISABLED by either type of disability. Pretending otherwise is just ableism.

But that's the whole point, isn't it? Using a reclaimed slur that belongs to all of us because a coiner who was (hopefully non-maliciously) ignorant of disabled liberation movements' histories and the variance in physical realities of neurodisability symptoms said so. Disabled people deciding that their experiences are universal, or that other disabled people are just lying fakers who want attention and are claiming to be more disabled than they are to get it (hm, where does that sound familiar). Pushing neurodisabled people out of disabled spaces because we're "not really disabled" and it's "all in our heads".

Conflating "abled" with "able-bodied", something the vast majority of cpunk exclusionists I've seen do, and conversely conflating "disabled" with "physically disabled". And if "cripplepunk" is only for "physically disabled" people and not for neurodivergent "able-bodied" people, then it's for "disabled" people and not for neurodivergent "abled" people. That's where linking those concepts ends up. It's all ableism, all the way down.

See, I have no problem with spaces that focus on physical disabilities. I'd like those myself. I just don't want to be considered "derailing" or a "privileged invader" when I can't separate my symptoms neatly into little boxes of "physical" and "mental", or compare the ones I can and how they affect each other and worsen each other, or talk about how sanism and neuroableism make corpoableism from medical professionals worse and vice versa, or find that some of my neurodisabilities are worse or cause more accessibility barriers than some of my physical ones.

Because cripplepunk isn't about physically disabled people anymore. It's about excluding neurodivergent people. And this hurts physically disabled neurodivergent people most.

Maybe we could stop the bullshit lateral aggression and go back to the idea that disabled people don't have to be "nice", or "palatable", or mask as abled when we're not. Maybe we can go back to actually fighting our oppressors instead of each other. (And maybe also we can go back to some fucking selfies of decorated mobility aids and 3d printer designs for wheelchair handle spikes and openly disabled joy. I fucking miss that.)

[xenon-demon]

med student steve and nurse eddie who is sick of his shit please <3 from wip wednesday i know it's not wednesday anymore but plz

yessssss i love this AU so much because it's just me projecting onto steve and daydreaming about Eddie Munson, Certified Hot Nurse™

also don't worry i have very little free time and am also australian so for me, WIP wednesday is a state of mind, not an actual time frame lmao

Snippet for you under the cut!

Shaking off the black cloud currently hanging over him, Steve finally lays eyes on the person trying to get his attention. A nurse is leaning over the desk of the nurse’s station a few meters away to look straight at Steve, and– wow, okay. Steve knows damn well what his type is, the kind of person and style he goes weak in the knees for, but this guy is aggressively punching every single one of Steve’s buttons. He’s got dark, curly hair that’s done up in a bun, some small strands of hair hanging out to frame the guy’s face. It gives Steve an eyeful of the guy’s killer jawline and the jewellery glinting in his ears – studs, of course, they are on the job, but at a glance Steve can see at least a couple in each ear. The guy’s arms are spread out on the desk in front of him, and Steve can feel his brain freeze at the sight of dark ink poking out from under the guy’s scrubs. He forces himself to look up and away from those (tempting, deliciously tempting) arms and into the nurse’s face – and okay, that’s not much better. The way this guy is looking at him, big brown eyes locked onto Steve’s face, he feels like he’s getting sucked in.

“Sorry?” Steve says, taking a moment to blink and regain his composure. He hopes to God he doesn’t look as flustered and distressed as he feels. “Are you talking to me?”

“Yup,” the nurse says, popping the p. He gestures at the sample bag Steve’s holding, with a few different vials and one syringe of blood inside, as he continues. The smile he gives Steve is almost apologetic as he says, “Pathology isn’t going to take those bloods from you, sweetheart. Not like that, at least.”

“Excuse me?” Steve instinctively bristles at the pet name, the way it just drips off this guy’s tongue. Just like that, the black cloud is back. He crosses the distance over to the nurse’s desk. “What’s wrong with them? They’ve all been labelled properly, and signed.”

“Well…” The nurse says, drawing out the word. Steve feels himself start to frown, just the tiniest bit. “You left the needle on your blood gas.” With a couple of fingers, the nurse points to the offending syringe in Steve’s sample bag. Sure enough, the needle is still attached to the syringe full of blood, the sharp end embedded in a small piece of foam.

Steve frowns even deeper. “My intern told me it’s fine like this.”

“Yeah, that doesn’t surprise me.” The guy grins and rolls his eyes before giving Steve a ‘what can you do’ kind of expression. “It’s a common mistake to make, actually, since they don’t really explain this stuff officially, but-”

“Listen,” Steve interrupts, gritting out the word between his teeth. He’s sure this nurse, whoever he is, has more important things to do than patronize him. Steve sure as fuck isn’t going to stand here and be made fun of while this guy takes his sweet-ass time to get to his point. “I’m pretty sure my intern knows what they’re talking about, seeing as they’re, you know, a doctor. If you really want to be helpful”–Steve’s eyes flick down to read the nurse’s name badge–“Eddie, then you can point me in the direction of the specimen drop-off.”

Eddie actually rears back at that, straightening up and pulling his arms back so he’s holding on to the very edge of the desk instead of casually leaning over the top of it. If Steve were having a better day, he might feel bad about it. As it is, all Steve feels is a sick sense of satisfaction at the way Eddie’s face has shuttered off, his eyes no longer shining the way they were a moment ago.

“It’s that way,” Eddie says bluntly, pointing back in the direction Steve came. His voice has lost all the character, the theatricality that he spoke with a minute ago. “Turn left once you step out of this ward and follow that hallway straight down.”

“Thanks,” Steve says, trying very hard not to feel like an asshole. He almost succeeds.

Eddie just grunts in acknowledgement. He gives Steve a quick once-over and says, “Good talk,” in a tone that clearly states it was anything but.

As he strides off towards the specimen drop-off, Steve can’t help but agree.

[xexiar]

Keep Watching. 35

Ch34 Ao3

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Chapter 35

I am still in disbelief that I ran into Deku. It wasn't because it was impossible, but rather because he accidentally bumped into me. I was trying to clear my head while walking through the halls when I saw the number 2 hero. I was worried he might recognize me, but he seemed preoccupied with something else. I wondered if he was trying to find his son.

While wandering the halls, I suddenly spotted a certain peppermint hair in the stairway. I was going to walk away but decided to stay on the path I was on. What did it matter if I saw him? “Why aren’t you with the class?” Was he seriously talking to me?

“You got some nerve. And you shouldn’t be talking.” He just looked over his shoulder at me. It was then I noticed that his eyes seemed to be puffy. Was he crying? Oh great. Icyhot was just like the nerd. “What the fuck.” I walked closer and leaned on the wall opposite to him. “The sperm donor is looking for you.”

“Sperm donor?” At that, I looked over to half-and-half and saw the confused expression he had. That was until he looked around the corner and back at me. “You mean my father?” I simply nodded. “Damn it.”

“Oh, stop mopping.” The way Icyhot started to walk away somehow pissed me off. “If all you gonna do is run away then you shouldn’t be here.”

He quickly looked back at me. “I’m not running.”

“That’s not what I see.” Icyhot walked up to me and tried to seem all intimidating. “If you’re not running, then you better give it all you got during each of your matches. I don’t want a half-ass win.”

“Oh, please. You won’t win this.” He then took a step back and used his thumb to point at himself. “Unlike you, punk, I know I’ll win. I trained my own life for this. At that, I will prove to my sperm donor that I don’t need his quirk to be number 1.”

I sucked my teeth as I got off the wall and looked Icyhot in the eyes. “Well, this punk says you’re going to need both of your quirks if you plan to beat my ass. I want only the best to fight against me. So, don’t cut yourself short before you dare challenge me.” His left eyebrow rose before he walked away. That was until he stopped.

“If I didn’t know any better, I would have believed you and Midoriya were the same.”

“Excuse me!” He looked over his shoulder at me. “Don’t you ever dare compare me to that nerd!”

“Takes a nerd to know a nerd.” I was just stunned as Icyhot walked away. That really pissed me off, but I tried to ignore it.

After taking a few breaths to clear my head, I walked back to the other idiots. As I did so, I spotted fireball. At that, he seemed to be standing in front of peppermint hair. Damn it. Instead of turning away and walking in a different direction, I leaned against the wall and stood out of sight. “Stop your rebellious games, Shoto. You need my quirk to win. After all, my quirk is superior compared to these pathetic fools.”

“I refused to use the quirk of my sperm donor!” I couldn’t help but smirk at that.

“Shoto! Where did you learn such language? You will respect me!” After that, I heard footsteps coming in my direction. “I am not done speaking to you!” That’s when I saw Icyhot turning the corner that I was behind. We made eye contact before we both walked down the hall.

Most of the walk was silent between us before we reached the exit to join our class. “Does fireball always talk to you like that?”

Once again, Icyhot looked confused before facing me. “You come up with strange names for people. But yes, fireball has always been that way.” He then folded his arms. “Prepare to lose, Bakugo.”

I sucked my teeth as I looked him up and down. “In your dreams, Todoroki.”

That’s when Icyhot looked taken aback. He even dropped his arms to his side. “So, you do know my name?”

“Don’t get used to it.” I looked towards the entrance. After a few moments, we finally walked back to the rest of the class. The spot I had taken earlier now had someone else sitting there. And from the looks of it, it was none other than the nerd. So, I kicked at his legs. “Out of my spot.”

“Leave Midoriya alone, you jerk.” I looked up and saw that doom head and glasses were looking at me. I kicked Deku’s leg again. “Just stop it.”

“Make me.”

It looked like round face was going to say something until the nerd stood up. “It’s ok, Uraraka.” The nerd then looked at me. “And you could have just said excuse me, Kacchan.” It took everything in me from punching Deku. Why did he say my name like that? Especially when it gave me a weird sense of goosebumps. If we weren’t dealing with the sports festival, it would have been nice to hear him say my name like that again.

…

When I met up with everyone, I noticed two empty seats. One of which was on the outer corner of the group. The other one was next to Uraraka. I decided to sit on the outer corner seat. “Hey, man.” I looked next to me and saw it was Kaminari. “Bakugo was sitting there earlier.”

“Really?” Kaminari nodded, and I couldn’t help but smile. He then asked what with my expression. “It’s nothing.” He shrugged his shoulders and went back to watching the match between Ashido and Aoyama.

As I watched the match, I couldn’t help but pull out my notebook from my pocket. I had grabbed it before I bumped into Kacchan. While trying to write notes, I couldn’t help but smile. Besides my classmates having fascinating quirks, I was sitting where Kacchan had sat. I don’t know why that had me giddy, but it did. And then, when Kacchan showed himself, I had to stop myself from laughing. Especially when he kicked at my legs. “Out of my spot.”

I knew that was coming back. Before I could argue back, Uraraka spoke up. “Leave Midoriya alone, you jerk.” Somehow, I felt somewhat disappointed. I was planning to use one of the comebacks I thought about just for someone else to ruin the moment. Maybe another time.

As I got up, I decided I could still try to say something. “And you could have just said excuse me, Kacchan.” Why did I say his name like that? Either way, the face Kacchan had was priceless. He looked both taken back and angry.

“You can’t tell me what to do?” I tried so hard not to flat-out giggle in his face as I went to the seat next to Uraraka. Which was just about four chairs over. Then it was Tokoyami and Yaoyorozu’s match.

As me and Ida kept Uraraka company in the waiting room, I was still surprised that she wouldn’t take my help. Not in the sense of disappointment. But I just wanted to help. Especially since she was going up against Kacchan. “Uraraka is a girl. Bakugo would never truly hurt her.”

I had to hold back a chuckle. Trying to stay serious was somewhat hard. But Uraraka needed all the support she could. Yet, at the same time, I wasn’t going to lie. The way they both looked at me as if I was wrong. “Kacchan doesn’t care if you’re a girl or boy. If you’re his opponent, he’ll treat you all the same.” That’s when I smiled. “You should feel honored that Kacchan will give you a proper fight instead of giving you the win.”

Uraraka just shook her head as she looked at her phone. “After what happened since the second day of class, I’m not too sure about anything.” She then straightened her back and gave me a smile. “But if you say I should be honored, then I will. Maybe this way, I can see if I really can be a hero.” She pounded the table before standing. “And when I win, I would have earned it.” A part of me wanted to tell her that she had no chance of winning. But the other part of me was still hopeful.

“That’s the spirit, Uraraka.” We both nodded at Ida. With that, me and Ida went back to join the class. When we got back, I noticed how Todoroki was standing by the entrance. “Is something the matter, Todoroki?” Todoroki looked at Ida before walking past us. I wonder what that was about. But I had to get that out of my head. Kacchan’s match will start soon. So, I quickly went and sat down. At that, I took out my notebook and braced myself to write down as much as possible.

…

I knew I had to be ready for anything. If I weren’t paying attention, I wouldn’t have noticed when debris had been floating. But it took a lot out of me to destroy all of it. That was a little too close for comfort. And just as I brought my attention back to round face is when she passed out. Guess she went past her limits. Not too bad, but I wouldn’t tell her to her face. Or maybe I should. She at least earned some of my respect.

As I walked up the stairs, I stopped Deku. After a short interaction, I was surprised how he didn’t help cheeks. But I still think she probably figured out her strategy because of how often she spends with the nerd. And how our first training match was. Which pisses me off. Yet, I am grateful for the challenge. She gave her all and helped me point out a few things I still needed to work on.

When I returned to the others, they shamed me for hurting a fragile girl. How dare they dismiss round face own strength? They often preach about encouraging one another but can be hypocritical in their actions. Especially the other girls in my class going about how I should have taken it easy. “So, you rather I look down on you? Or do you want me to treat you as my equal? You can’t have both.” They all silenced and stood away from me.

As much as I enjoyed them being far from me, it also reminded me of how alone I really was. I shouldn’t care about that, but why did it frustrate me? Especially whenever I looked at the extras and saw them smiling among themselves. They all look so happy even though we’re supposed to be against each other. It reminds me of how Kato and Saito always laugh and smile with other people. But whenever they hung with me, there were barely any smiles. At that, we never did what friends were supposed to do. It was either we talked shit about Deku, or they tried to copy my class notes. I’m so glad I no longer have to deal with them.

While watching Deku and Icyhot’s match, I couldn’t help but notice something. Knowing the nerd, he probably also picked up what I saw. Icyhot was crippling himself by just using the ice half of his quirk. His movements were slowing down, and it was clear he was struggling. Eventually, he will lose if he doesn’t do something different.

Besides being pissed that Deku lost, I was at least pleased to see that peppermint hair finally used the other half of his quirk. Maybe now he will do so throughout the rest of the festival. But when that loud mouth of a fireball decided to speak up, I wished someone would shut him up. “He’s just like Bakugo.” I quickly looked to see who had said that. To my surprise, it was froggy. How dare she! I was nothing like Icyhot’s sperm donor.

“Yeah. Such a hothead and rude.” That came from a female’s voice, but I don’t know by whom.

“Just nasty and full of himself, ribbit.” Now I saw who said that, and it was froggy. I quickly left the group and wandered the halls. How dare they! I am nothing like that jackass. Those extras have no idea who I am!

As I turned another corner, I somehow bumped into something. “What the fuck!” I looked up and saw it was All Might.

“Is everything all right, young Bakugo?” I looked away from him as I debated if I should walk away. “I am off to check on young Midoriya. They have taken him to Recovery Girl.” That’s when I looked back at All Might. “Would you like to join me on the walk?” I didn’t say anything as I followed him. While we walked, it was mostly silent. “You did amazing against young Uraraka. Aizawa even praised how you treated her as your equal. Many of the crowd wanted to stop the match. Which was unjust.” I looked up at him before looking at my feet.

“If anyone is going to beat me, they need to earn that.”

“I can’t agree more.” I looked up at All Might, and he was smiling at me. “Well, we’re here.” He pointed, and I saw it was towards the nurse’s office. “Care to come in with me?” I shook my head and waited outside as he went in.

As I stood there, I saw something in the corner of my left eye. When I looked, I saw it was Icyhot. At that, he leaned against the wall on the other side of the door. It was silent for a moment before he spoke. “I apologize.”

“For what?”

“That Midoriya being sent to Recovery Girl. I did not expect—"

“Shut up!” I pushed myself from the wall and faced him. “You better bring that same force when you face me.” I then thumb pointed to the door. “The nerd always does shit like this. He’s so reckless that it pisses me off.” Then I walked in front of half-and-half. His expressionless face was easier to read than the other extras. Especially with how he was avoiding eye contact and the way his shoulder fell slightly. “Don’t pay mind to the sperm donor and win this shit. I want a fair match. Nothing else matters.”

At that, peppermint hair finally looked at me. He even had a small smile. “I will try.”

[final-girl96]

Chapter Twenty-Two

"Where the fuck is she?!" My body tensed when I heard Billy screaming from inside the house. I sighed and started to get off the swing. "I'm outside!" I said loud enough for one of them to hear me. The door was left open for a fucking reason. I brushed myself off and started to head for the door but stopped when Billy came barreling out of it. I tried backing up but he was faster and his hand was around my throat before I could even process anything.

My hands shot up to wrap around his wrist as my back slammed up against the tree. "You trying to fucking run away again! Nobody said you could come the fuck outside!" I dug my nails into his skin. His grip was getting tighter as he screamed at me. I needed to get away from him so I did the only thing that I could think to do. I brought my knee straight up between his legs. I fell to the ground coughing and sucking in air when his hands let go of me and he cupped himself.

I scrambled to my feet and stumbled towards the house. I was still trying to catch my breath when I ran straight into someone. Their arms wrapped around me and I panicked until I looked up to see Stu. I wrapped my arms around his waist and pulled myself impossibly close to him. "I wasn't– I didn't–" I shook my head against his chest. "Shh. It's okay. I know, baby, I know you weren't trying to run."

He put two fingers under my chin and tilted my head up to look at him. "You wouldn't try and run again, right? You want to be here with me. Not back home with them." He switched so he was gripping my chin now. His grip was firm, his jaw set tight while he looked at me. I nodded my head, too afraid to do anything else. "Good girl. Now go back inside. I want you naked, on your hands and knees on the bed."

I stepped away from him. "No." He raised his eyebrows. "Excuse me?" He asked. I shook my head, "no. I'm not something you can just stick your dick into. You can't just use me like I'm nothing. You already fucking took me away from my home and family and friends. You say you love me, Stu, but I don't feel like you do." I walked past him and went back into the house, shutting the door behind me and walked straight to the bedroom.

Stu

I watched yn walk back inside and shut the door before turning to look at Billy. I stormed over to him and punched him. "The fuck!" He yelled. "Don't ever fucking touch her again! You lay a hand on her I'll fucking kill you!" I screamed at him. He laughed and stood straight. "You're so fucking pussy whipped. That stupid bitch can make you believe anything."

"You're just jealous that yn wants to be with me and Sidney fucking hates your guts." He started laughing again. "You think she wants to actually be here? She doesn't want to be here with you. She's fucking scared of you just as much as she is of me. She doesn't fucking love you." I didn't say anything, I just reared my fist back and punched him again. This time hard enough I knocked him out.

I walked back in the house and straight to the bedroom. The door was closed and when I went to turn the door handle it was locked. I took a deep breath and knocked. "Baby, open the door please. It's just me." I waited for a few seconds but only got silence. I knocked and waited again. "Yn, open the door!" I raised my voice and slammed my fist against the door. "If I have to I'll come through the fucking window! So just open the door and let's talk, okay? That's it nothing else."

"Go away, Stuart!" I cringed at her use of my full name. "Just open the door and we can talk about what happened. Billy isn't going to touch you again I promise." Again more silence. I was starting to get fucking pissed. At this point when she opens the door I might just bend her over and fuck her until she can't fucking walk. "Just leave me alone, Stu… please. I just need some time to myself."

"I left you here by yourself for a couple hours. I could have locked you in this fucking room but didn't. I trusted you wouldn't run away. Now open the FUCKING DOOR!" I slammed my fists against the wooden door. A small yelp sounded from on the other side. "Fine. I'll give you some time." I slid down the wall outside of the door. I would just sit here until she opened the door.

YN

I've never seen Stu this violent. Well, besides when he was chasing me and killing people. He's also never raised his voice like he just did or like he has been. He's not the Stu I thought I knew. And I knew he was sitting outside the door waiting for me to open it.

That wasn't going to happen. I knew what would happen as soon as I opened the door. And not that I don't enjoy Stu fucking me, it's just feels like he's only doing it for his own pleasure. Sure I always come but it's not like it was when I first gave in. And it doesn't help that Billy is always somewhere in the house. I knew he could hear everything.

I sat down with my back against the door. I thought of all kinds of ways to escape but I also thought of ways to maybe convince Stu to just let me go. Or maybe even convince him to blame everything on Billy and say he was forced to help him. Like say Billy threatened to kill him, his parents. Or he just said he would kill me so he did what Billy said to protect me. I know it's not right but he was my best friend and I loved him. I still love him even after everything.

But I think it was just time to be completely honest with him and see if he settles down. Maybe I could get the Stu from before all this shit happened back. Even if it was just for a little bit. I took a couple deep breaths and finally spoke. "I'm afraid of you." There was silence and I thought maybe I was wrong and he wasn't there. But then his voice came through the door. "What?" He asked like it was a surprise. "I said I'm scared of you. You're yelling and screaming at me. You're holding me hostage and making me feel like I'm nothing but a toy for you to play with. I don't feel loved, Stu. You say you love me but you keep hurting me."

[naritaren]

count down to the end and we're headed there faster

Rating: Explicit. Pairing: El Phantasmo/Lance Archer Tags/Warnings: brat taming, choking, slapping, bondage, fucking, pwp Word Count: 1575 Links: AO3 Notes: I saw Lance manhandle elp and there are too many of you enablers out there. As always, it's under the cut.

Lance’s hand gripped the bottle of beer tightly, the sweat from the bottle cooling his hand. He wanted to be anywhere but in this dingy bar with an annoying El Phantasmo crowding his space. 

“Why am I here with you?” Lance muttered as El Phantasmo slammed into him for the upteenth time. 

“So I figured that if I showed you my favorite bar you won’t come at me anymore. I’m still sore from that slam.” 

Lance didn’t realize El Phantasmo heard him. He raised an eyebrow as he turned to the other man. Phantasmo had a smirk on his face and elbowed Lance. 

“Get me another beer and I’ll consider it Phantasmo.”

“Well I’ll do my best. Might do better if you called me my actual name.” 

“Considering your ring name sucks, sure.” A smirk crept on to Lance’s face. 

“Excuse you!? One, El Phantasmo is an awesome name. Two, you can call me Riley.”

Lance took the last swig of the beer he was holding. He placed the empty bottle on the bar and stepped off the barstool. Riley stepped back, the smirk back on his face. 

“Riley. Yeah, that is better.”

Lanced watched as Riley stepped forward and reached his arm around Lance. The arm against his side made him realize how long it had been since he actually got laid. He shivered and shifted a bit so they weren’t touching. 

“Two beers please” Riley said in clunky Japanese. The bartender gave him a nod and took the money off the bar. Lance turned around and looked down at Riley, who was grinning and had a glint in his eye. 

“You said to get you another one so I figured I’d play nice and get it.” Riley handed the beer that had arrived to Lance, winking as he did so. 

“What do you mean ‘play nice’?” Lance drew in a breath and fixed his stare into Riley as if he was trying to read the other man’s mind. 

“Dude, you’re flagging right now. You know I’m not that young right?”

Lance’s eyes widened. He forgot that he actually put his bandanas in his pocket when he left the hotel room. 

“Plus. You seem like you’d be fun to play with.” The twinkle had returned to Riley’s eye, posing a challenge to Lance. 

“Fine. But we play by my rules.” 

“We’ll see about that.” Riley took a swig off his beer, winking at Lance again. He wandered off towards the pool table. Lance grabbed his beer and chugged it down. It had been a while since he had to deal with a brat, but he figured he could get into the swing of it again. 

Lance slid up behind Riley, snaking his arm around the waist of the man. 

“We’re going to go to my room now. It’s a short walk. You think you can behave long enough to do that?” Lance muttered in Riley’s ear. He felt Riley tilt his head up with a grin on his face. 

“I think I can manage.” 

The pair left the dingy bar, Lance guiding Riley down the street. No one stopped to look at the two men on the street and Lance was grateful for that. He heard Riley giggle next to him. 

“How much did you have to drink?” Lance wanted to make sure that the lines weren’t going to be crossed. 

“Oh just two beers. I’m good. Unless you think you can’t handle me?” 

Lance wanted to slap Riley silly at this point. The brat side of Riley was starting to seep through the facade more and more and he wasn’t ready. 

The pair walked into the lobby of the hotel they were staying in and headed straight for Lance’s room. He had gotten lucky and was on the first floor. Usually he was higher up, but right now he wasn’t going to complain. He slid out his keycard and swiped the door open. Riley followed him into the room and plopped down on the bed. 

Riley started to prattle on about the matches and other wrestling things while Lance started to grab things from his bag. He badly wished he brought a ball gag because Riley would not shut up. He knew that he was mouthy during matches, but good lord it seems to be all of the time. 

Lance grabbed a bandana and stepped in front of Riley. 

“You talk too much.” Lance paused, debating on if he should gag the man or shove his cock down his throat just to shut him up. 

“Then shut me up.” Riley countered back, earning a slap across the face for his mouthy comment. 

“Oh, that’s just not going to shut me up. People do that to me all day. Gotta get more creative.” 

Lance rolled his eyes and unzipped his pants, pulling them down just enough to free his cock. 

“Suck on it.” Riley grinned and adjusted his hair so that it wasn’t going to fall out while he got to work. 

“I mean….it’s nice and all. Would be a shame if I didn’t show you my awesome skills…”

Lance was getting impatient. He grabbed Riley by the throat and pulled him in closer. 

“Open. Up.” 

Riley opened his mouth and Lance fed his cock into the waiting mouth. He fucked in and out, not caring if he was too deep or not. Riley didn’t seem to mind, only gagging slightly. Lance felt Riley’s tongue move on the underside of his cock while he was face fucking him. 

Lance thought to himself about how at least Riley knew how to use that tongue that he didn’t seem to keep in his mouth. He shook his head and gripped Riley by the hair and started to go as deep as he could. He held back a moan as he got close. He didn’t want to come quite yet, so he pulled out. 

Lance looked down at the man who was grinning and covered in spit and drool. 

“Told you I was good at it.” Riley winked again and Lance slapped him again for good measure. 

“Stay still. I have a plan for you.” 

Lance walked over to the briefcase and grabbed a handful of bandanas. He quickly tied them together, leaving one untied. 

Lance stood in front of Riley again and maneuvered him so that he could gag him with the bandana. 

“There. You won’t be annoying anymore.” Riley groaned while gagged with the cloth. He started to shift backwards on the bed, trying to get out of Lance’s reach.

What Riley didn’t calculate was exactly how tall Lance was and how long his reach was. He was quickly grabbed by the ankles and pulled back to the edge of the bed. 

“Lay down flat and hold your arms up.” 

Riley debated not cooperating for a second and lifted his legs straight up instead. He grinned through the bandana in his mouth and Lance had clearly had enough. He grabbed one of the lengths of bandana tied together and tied his legs together with it. He then grabbed Riley’s arms and tied those together. 

Riley tried to scoot away again and felt the big hands grabbing his feet and hands to tie him together completely. 

Once Riley was hog tied, Lance grabbed the lube and slicked up a couple of fingers. He worked them into Riley quickly moving from one finger to a second. After working the two fingers for a bit, he pulled them out, eliciting a whine from Riley. 

Lance grabbed the condom he had set on the bed and rolled it onto his cock. He lined up with Riley’s hole and slid in. Taking a few seconds to let Riley adjust to the stretch and length. He then grabbed the tied legs of Riley as leverage and started to fuck in and out of him. 

Lance shifted his angle a bit, aiming for Riley’s prostate as he pushed Riley’s legs down a bit. He looked down at Riley’s face, tears streaming down. He was moaning around the bandana in his mouth, begging to be touched. 

Lance sped up, feeling his climax starting to happen. He fucked into Riley deeper until he felt himself coming. He slowly fucked in and out while he started to soften and wrapped his hand around Riley’s dick. He stroked a few times and had the other man coming quickly. 

Lance pulled out and tied off the condom, tossing it into the trash. He quickly undid the makeshift ropes and scooped Riley up onto the bed. He tossed the man a bottle of water and told him to drink up. 

“I’m going to clean us up. Drink the whole thing and eat those chips on the nightstand.” 

Lance headed to the bathroom and grabbed a washcloth that he had gotten wet. He went back to the bed and cleaned the man up. He watched as Riley’s face turn back to a healthy pink. 

“We should do this again. You know, since we’re here for a couple of months.” 

Lance playfully swatted the man on the leg. 

“We’ll see.” 

Riley closed his eyes and leaned back. He didn’t plan on going back to his room and Lance seemed fine with that idea. 

“Yeah, we’ll see.” Riley said, content and relaxed. 

Lance pulled the covers up on the two and turned the TV on and thought to himself about how it could be fun to keep this brat around. 

[plush-rabbit]

Aphrodisiac Induced Reader + The Brothers

A/N: The brothers!! I hope yall enjoy!! Aphrodisiac induced is always a fun thing to play with. The brothers,, my beloved

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You really should have known better than to take food that was offered by Beel. You know that he has the right intentions in mind- that him sharing food is a miracle of itself and rejecting him would have his brows furrowed and lips pursed into a pout- but he’s also gluttony. He can eat whatever he wants and as much as he wants without so much of a stomach ache. You, on the other hand, cannot. You should have seen this coming when the cupcake you bite into filled your mouth with such an indescribable sweetness that it made your teeth ache, the flavor otherworldly and leaving you hungry for me, taking greedy bites out of the cutely decorated pastry. There was a sharp pang in your stomach, your body on fire and sex dripping with every nudge that your body made.

You couldn’t be alone right now- or maybe you should have been left alone, maybe that would have saved you from humiliation of your dripping arousal that was leaking past your slit. You’re quick to rise, standing on shaky legs, curled over as your cheeks burn, sweat beading against your skin, only worsening the sensitive state that you are in. It’s fast-acting, making your breaths come out in heated gasps, and everything just feels a bit too much, just too good for it to be normal. An aphrodisiac- a strong one that is making you impossibly aroused. You suck in a sharp breath and go to the person who you know will treat you right.

Lucifer:

Lucifer is a gentleman- most of the time at least. But during your time of need he is perfect to go to. He’ll allow you- or more like insist- that you stay in his office until the aphrodisiac’s effects have passed. You’ll lay on the couch, face buried into a throw pillow while the other one is between your legs. Shame has long been gone since you’ve entered his domain, his eyes never really leaving your shaky frame. When you moan his name, he stiffens, the pen in his hand is held tighter but he still rises, walking towards you in concern. He’ll sit beside you, let his hand curve over your forehead, feeling the heat go through his glove.

He clears his throat, pulling his hand away, and there’s this heavy look on your face, the pillow squeezed tight between your legs, the pillow under your head has faint imprints of your teeth. He’ll avoid touching you, pulling his hand away from you and walking briskly to his desk chair. He can hear your steps across the floor, the way you gasp his name and seem to rub your thighs together for any sort of friction. He won’t spare you a glance, eyes focused on the paperwork in front of him. Underneath the desk, his leg jolts as you snake your arms around his shoulders, your lips wet as they touch his neck.

There isn’t enough time in the day and night for him to focus on his work and on your growing needs that are starting to mark everything in his office. Black ink scratches along the pape, the letters growing shaky as you snake your way onto him. He’s actually startled when you situate yourself on his lap, your sex pressed against his erection. He’s surprised by your sudden confidence but writes it off due to the effects of the aphrodisiac. You’re above him, arms snaked once more on his shoulders and you play with the hair that rests on the nape of his neck.

The feeling of shame is not foreign to the Avatar of Pride but even then, letting you know that he is indeed aroused given the situation does bring a bit of heat to his body. His hands find their way to hold onto your hips, trying to ignore the way that you have begun to grind against his. But there is work to do and despite the growing need to pleasure both you and himself, he displaces you, ignoring the way that you call his name and can’t seem to stop touching him.

The only way to gain his attention that you desperately long for is to push him away, the wheels locking against an edge of the floor and you bend yourself over the desk. Lucifer wants to throw you out so you can be another’s problem but you pull your bottom layer off, your fingers searching inside your leaking hole and pride starts to fuel him. You touch yourself in front of him, beg for him to touch you- of course you would. Slender hands come to touch your body, and you’re already leaking onto the floor, thick, sweet arousal staining the very room that he allowed you to enter. His cock is against you, rimming around your entrance, hearing your cries and please for him to simply fuck you but you did cause him to become distracted from very important work and he is going to punish you for that.

Mammon:

Of course you’d go to him. He is your first after all, why wouldn’t you go to The Great Mammon? But wow, he was over his head when you came knocking at his door. Always eager to see and spend time with you, he allows you to enter without seeing the state you’re in. You stagger into his room, holding his hand and stumbling into him and it’s only then that he can smell the sweet, lingering aroma in the air. He wants to believe you’re just trying a new perfume and now it's made you sick, but it’s worse than that when the hand you’re holding moves to your chest. He can feel your rapid heartbeat, the way your body is in flames that can rival hellfire itself, the pained cry of his name as you try to pinch your legs together in the awkward embrace.

Frozen for a moment, Mammon completely blanks on what to do. He can feel your pain, the aching need in your entire body that makes you feel as if you’re going to combust into flames. He doesn’t know whether to touch you or not. But then you cry his name- sobbing it out in broken syllabus and you cry that it hurts and you think you might die and you're in his arms. Your hold on him tightens and he thinks he can leave you to be- let you wait out the excruciating pain in his room until the feeling fades and just thank him with attention or material objects later. He fails to consider that he is weak to you and when you look at him with teary eyes, he falters.

He stutters in his explanation, talking about how he can maybe go out and get you a toy or something- and he promises to be quick, he is the fastest after all. But then the thought lingers and he imagines your sex stretched with some toy that he chose, and his body jerks. Your vision is growing blurrier by the second and the hold on his hand tightens until your knuckles pale. You pull on him, thanking whatever God is watching down on you, that the door to the prized car he keeps in is open. Even he’s unable to know what is going on until you push him inside, crawling onto the back seat, calling his name and begging for him to join you.

In such a closed space, the Avatar of Greed is trying desperately to avoid touching you. He stays seated in the front seat, fingers drumming along the steering wheel. He cares for the car deeply- one of the few things that gives him freedom that is indescribable and yet, here you are. Your sex is leaking, your cries echoing across the closed space and what is music to his ears in his dreams is now a horrible reminder that you are seated behind him, victim to an aphrodisiac. He needs an excuse to touch you, needs to just feel you for a moment and when you threaten to stain the flawless leather seats with your slick, it’s enough for him to crawl to the back seat.

He never realized how crowded it was, how his elbows and knees tend to knock into things. He doesn’t notice how you’ve kicked your shorts off, how your underwear has become dark in color to your dripping sex. You kiss him, and Mammon is weak to you. His hands are on you, the scent overpowering and he promises to keep the touching to a minimum to only touch what you’ll let him touch and kiss where you want him to. But you’re huffing, grabbing onto him and trying to meet his crotch. The windows grow foggy, the car begins to creak but neither of you pay it any mind. It’s cramped and you’re too close but not close enough, you ache to be closer to him, to have him pressed against you until all you can remember is the way that his chest feels against your skin, the warmth of him, and the way his kisses are so tender and feverish all at once.

Leviathan:

Leviathan refuses to make eye contact with you. He won’t even address you. He sits on his desk chair, playing a game that doesn’t need half of the attention he usually gives. You rest inside his bathtub, curled over he presumes, whining and mumbling something that sounds like his name but he can't be so sure nor does he expect you to mumble his name in your current state. But as much as he wants to drown you out, he can’t. You’re too whiny, crying and begging for a solution, peeling your shirt off because it’s too hot. He reasons that’s because of the aphrodisiac because his room is always kept to a cool temperature. So now, he has you topless in his bathtub and the only proof is your shirt that was tossed where he sits and the reflection above, portraying a teasing, blurry image of your torso.

It’s possibly the worst situation for the poor, introverted demon. He finally has you all to himself and you’re in such a needy state and the plot is so close to a top tier hentai of his- Help! My Friend Took a Drug and Now They Won’t Stop Grinding on Me But I Also Don’t Want Them To Stop. But You came to him, you trusted that he would watch over you and whether it was because he kept his room so guarded or because you trust him, he really doesn’t know which. It’s just too muddled for him to believe that you would actively choose him. So, he does what he does best- he immerses himself in a game. The cutest game that he could think of- one that even if he grew and remained hard would make him feel more like a degenerate than he already does. He puts his headphones on and as if everything is trying to punish him, the loading screen takes forever.

The soundtrack plays loud, booming in his headset and effectively drowning you out. But he knows you’re still crying for him- that you're still in the same room with him. The perverted otuka glances up where he can see your reflection and he catches a glimpse of your hands cupping the swell of your chest and his face burns. Had you caught him peeking before? Was this a way for you to play with yourself without actively touching yourself? He can feel his growing arousal, translucent pre-ejaculate spilling past his slit and staining his boxers. It’s humiliating and he hates that the idea of you touching yourself in his room is more than enough for him to get in the mood.

He’s ignoring you- the only way that he can hopefully soften without actually creaming his pants. He avoids your reflection, ignores how your hands grip the curve of the tub until your knuckles pale, how you swing a leg over and it meets the hard layer of the bath, and for a moment, you still. He’s ignoring your decision to remove yourself from the place he rests and staggering to him. When he feels your hands on his thighs, he startles and the game minimizes into a small box. Unaware of what to do in this situation, he freezes, letting his body tense as you crawl onto his lap, your eyes heavy with lust and body feeling so warm above him that he’s unable to breathe.

His breathing is ragged, his hands stopping on the curve of your bum, as he’s unable to look anywhere else but your face. You’re flushed, gripping onto him, your tongue out as you pant and you’re so desperate for his attention that you lean close. His hands raise in an attempt to push you off but as if it were a cliché moment, his hands curve over your chest and you whimper his name at the simple touch. The third born should have been careful, he shouldn’t have let you grind against him and he surely shouldn’t have let himself becomes distracted by a kiss and yet, here he is, undressing himself as you greedily slide yourself onto his cock, your face scrunching up as every scale is pushed further into your aching hole. Leviathan is holding you close, the computer screen dimming as your can fill him spill inside of you.

Satan:

Eager to learn, he knows the effects of what an aphrodisiac can do to a being. So when you come knocking at Satan’s door, begging for refuge, leaning against him and gripping at his shirt, he pats your hand, and welcomes you inside. He allows you to rest on his bed, letting you bury yourself under his blankets. Perhaps it wasn’t the best idea for either of you- you’re inhaling his scent during a time of desperate need, and soon when the effects wear off, he’ll be left in a bed that is drenched in your scent. That, however, is a problem for another day.

In order to keep his mind and hands busy, he’ll finally organize his room. He’s able to ignore your whining, the way that you shiver under the covers and bury yourself into his pillow, how you spread your legs so they are uncovered by the blanket; he ignores the sweet scent of your arousal that fills the room and his lungs. He holds his breath, taking few, deep breaths every now and then to avoid inhaling too much of you. You’re whining, talking through the pillow about how it hurts and you just need something- and doesn’t he have a spell he can use to just rid you of at least a tiny bit of it.

It’s the growing arousal of himself and your constant whining that edges him closer to annoyance. He holds books tight in his hand, orders them by author and published years, height and volumes, but it isn’t enough to drown you out. He regrets letting you enter his room but in the same second, he regrets having the thought. He’s happy that you came to him, trusted him enough to see you in a disheveled state. He doesn’t want to scare you off or make you feel unwanted, so he edges closer to you, tugging on the bottom of his shirt as if he were a nervous boy instead of a grown demon. The bed creaks under his weight and your hand latches onto his thigh. He jerks his leg, your hand only squeezing tighter and when he makes eye contact, your eyes are filled with tears, glistening and catching on your lashes like fresh dew.

You’re aroused, deeply and sweetly. It's a nervous thing to be attracted to someone like you, a demon that has been round and born with blood and wrath etched deep into soul and yet here he is, nervous to even touch your trembling hand. He knows the effects of something as strong as an aphrodisiac and for a demon made one, there is no real spell for it. He lets you lay on his lap, your mouth close to his sex, eyes lidded and holding tight to his hand. His control is fading, his growing need pushing past logical thought. He offers himself, and you rise quickly, already straddling his lap, your chest pressed against his, asking if it is okay. A cold shiver runs through his spine and he nods, offering that he’ll take care of you.

The trembling, nervous demon fades just as quick as it came when your lips are on his. You kiss him, need so transparent that he’s teasing, pulling away, letting your back meet the bed. His smile is sharp, leaning to kiss your pursed lips, grabbing your leg and pulling it upwards, mumbling praise under his breath when you hook your leg around his waist. Satan is heavy when above you, and maybe it’s the aphrodisiac that still lingers on your tongue, but he is unwilling to move away from you, kissing you and hooking his fingers in your mouth when you moan. You’re needy and he wants to hear you beg for him, calling his name. He cups your face with spit coated fingers, asking you to be good for him and mew for him.

Asmodeus:

As the Avatar of Lust, Asmodeus immediately knew something was off in the house when he felt lust in the air. It’s sweet. Intoxicating and bitter all at once. It’s like the sweetest honey known to mankind and he knows the feeling well enough to open his door before you have the thought to knock. He welcomes you into his room, letting you rest on the bed, a small part of him on the inside crinkling when you ruffle the sheets. But, of course, he knows this isn’t you- you would never be so careless. It’s all because of the aphrodisiac making your movements more frantic.

He knows the cure to end it- sex, plain and simple. Masturbation might help but he fears your hand will become sore. Always eager to have somebody in bed with him- out of his own sin and own need for company- he offers you two choices. You can borrow a toy- new, still in the box and all- or he could take care of you. Perhaps he shouldn’t have offered the second option, he knew how excited you were to simply enter a room with another living being but he couldn’t help himself. You look absolutely adorable with your flustered face.

A kiss from the living Avatar of Lust is better than any pleasure that you’ve ever received. And he knows it. You moan under him, your body shaking and eyes rolling to the back of your head, clawing at the shirt on his back. He smiles into the kiss. So eager to be taken care of that a simple kiss was enough to make you climax, your arousal dripping onto your underwear, so heavy in the air, that he pulls away as he feels your breaths start to shorten due to lack of air. But even as he pulls away, you still reach to pepper him with kisses, your breathing reggae against his face, gasping for breath with every parting kiss.

Your hands are on him, eager to pull him into another kiss. You want him and it’s evident from the way that you don’t push away when he removes his clothing. But, he stops for a moment, watching your gaze on him, wide and dazed and you stare at him as if he was something more than just a demon, you give him your worship and you pull him into another kiss. He stiffens, pulling away and asking if this is what you want, touching your bare skin only to flinch away as if it burned him. And when your lips are on him, your smile returns for a moment, telling him that you came to him because you knew he would tend to you in any way, and he melts.

His lips return to yours, kissing you eagerly, wanting nothing more than to just keep his lips on you. And as last time, you shudder beneath him, another orgasm washing through your body, your release spilling pass your slit. Limps entangle with each other and you cry the name Asmodeus, moaning it as if it were the only thing on your mind, sobbing under him and telling him how good it feels. You pet his head and let him bury his face into our chest, peppering kisses until he reaches your neck. His eyes close, an unexpected climax teases at him, as you pull him closer to your aching body. Every sigh from you in a gentle gust of wind, every cry a song that not even choir from the Celestial Realm can rival. He pushes deep inside of you, letting you feel every curve and texture from his cock as it molds your leaking hole into his shape.

Beelzebub:

Beelzebub feels incredibly guilty when you come to him, his shirt knotted in your hands as you explain what you ate. He blames himself, going to hold you only to flinch when you hiss and pull yourself closer to him. It’s an aphrodisiac, he should have known that you’ll be more sensitive to touch during this time. He apologizes as he leads you to his bed, shaking his head and holding your hand. He’s gluttony- he should have been able to smell the scent of an aphrodisiac.

Of course, he’ll let you hide in his room until the effects wear off. He won’t make a single peep but it’s difficult for him. His clothes are sticking to him, his body is in an odd sticky situation where sex clings to him clothes and skin. He knows the effects of the aphrodisiac but he feels guilty for giving it to you so when you cling to him, begging for him to not let go of you, he sighs and stays beside you. He’s stiff, unwilling to move and can only let out a shaky breath, when you press yourself closer to him, hooking a leg over his and curling it over. He can feel your sex- hot and pulsing and he leaves ripped bedsheets as his hand curls into the comforter.

He’s rubbing your back, letting his fingers drum against your spine as he hears your panted breaths. He knows he should stop, that he should at least go and take a shower so he can at least smell good but you hold a tight grip on him. You’re feverish, burning against him and he can tell you want more, your lips open up and kiss along the side of his ribcage but he can’t move.

It’s getting too much- even for him. He doesn’t want to take advantage of this needy state that you’re in but as he rises with a feeble explanation that he’s going to take a shower, you pull him down. He’s above you, your eyes watery and cheating rising and falling with heavy breaths. He can’t kiss you but you’re leaning closer, your lips brushing against his and he can smell the aphrodisiac that still rests like heaven on your tongue. You don’t blame him for the accident slip, you’re just begging for him to take care of you, letting your hand rest over the swell of his breast and he’s growing weaker by the second.

When your lips are on his, your tongue slipping past your lips, Beelzebub can taste the aphrodisiac and he’s melting. His tongue has made its home on your mouth, curving over your pink muscle and feeling the way you shudder beneath him. His name is muted by the kiss, your hands clawing at his clothing and he’s sweaty and aroused, watching you as you strip yourself of your clothes. The lovely pastry that still lingers isn’t enough for him to go into a full rut, but it’s enough for him to bend your legs to your chest, your hole pulsing as his cock aligns to it. The way that you call his name is enough for him to push himself fully into you.

Belphegor:

Belphegor is asleep under the covers, pillow tucked under his head and he does not awaken to your scent growing closer and closer, heavier and sweeter than usual. He doesn’t awaken when the doorknob wiggles, a frantic turning but he does awaken when you slam the door. He is startled awake, his eyes wide for a second before narrowing, teeth flashing as he lets out a low growl. He stops when he notices it's you, yawning and telling you to get into bed with him. It’s only until you’re beside him, greedily taking the invitation, that he realizes the state you’re in.

He has to prod you until you tell him what’s happened, watching as you bury your face into a pillow, whining out pathetically as you tell him what happened. He laughs, it’s sharp and teasing. Of course, you took an aphrodisiac by accident. It could only happen to you. He tries to be sympathetic with you. He knows you must be in a great deal of pain, but then again you came to him and that makes him stay awake for a bit longer, turning over on his side and watching you struggle to not touch yourself despite the aroma of your arousal that is thick in the room.

Sloth offers to put you under a deep sleep- he can’t promise that you’ll be still- but he can promise that you’ll wake up without the effects of the aphrodisiac. When you refuse, he merely shrugs, turning over with a pout. He’s disappointed but he can’t do much. He does tell you that he is tired, so he’ll be sleeping but you’re allowed to spend the rest of your heightened arousal in the attic with him. The power of an aphrodisiac- one made a devil no less- is strong, and giving it you in even worse. He can sense the neediness in you, the way you watch him with lustful eyes, your mouth parted the eagerness to get into bed with him.

As promised, he slips off into a sleep, leaving you alone. But your body is on his, legs parted with his single leg. He isn’t asleep long enough for him to be in an actual slumber before he feels the bed move ever so slightly. It’s constant and your whining, mumbling apologies and he opens his eyes to find you humping his leg. It’s pathetic and hot all at once, watching you get off on his leg alone, so desperate for release that you’ve succumbed to humping him. His smile is tight, turning over and letting his tail curl around you, the static in the air only causing you to arch your back when his demon form pops out. It pricks against your wrists, the fur unkempt as he rises above you.

You wanted his attention and now you’ve gotten it. You’ve woken him up from nap, it’s normal and expected for him to be grouchy but thank goodness that the smell from your leaking sex is more arousing that anything else he’s encountered. You’re on your knees on the mattress, his hips meeting yours and letting out a loud grunt when he finishes. He’s tired and over it but his cock still stands upright and you’re still needy and awake, your sex leaking with his arousal. Belphegor will lay on his back, offer himself in his sleep to you until you’re content. The last coherent thought he has is sighing at how warm and squishy you feel against him.

[bordemm]

𝑉𝐴𝑁𝐼𝑇𝑌 (𝐷𝐴𝐼𝐶𝐻𝐼 𝑆𝐴𝑊𝐴𝑀𝑈𝑅𝐴)

ᴡᴀʀɴɪɴɢ: ᴅɪʟғ! ᴅᴀɪᴄʜɪ, ᴀɢᴇ ɢᴀᴘ (ᴅᴀɪᴄʜɪ ɪs 42 ʀᴇᴀᴅᴇʀ ɪs 19), ᴘʀᴀɪsᴇ? ᴍɪʟᴅ ᴅᴇɢʀᴀᴅɪɴɢ, ʙʀᴇᴇᴅɪɴɢ, ᴘᴇᴛ ɴᴀᴍᴇs(ᴀɴɢᴇʟ,ʟɪᴛᴛʟᴇ ᴏɴᴇ) ᴅᴀᴅᴅʏ ᴋɪɴᴋ, ʜᴀʀᴅʟʏ ᴇᴅɪᴛᴇᴅ ʟᴍᴋ ɪғ ɪ ᴍɪssᴇᴅ ᴀɴʏ

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ɴsғᴡ ᴜɴᴅᴇʀ ᴛʜᴇ ᴄᴜᴛ

You slipped out of your car, locking it with a final beep as you made your way to the entrance of the home depot. You pulled out your phone, staring intently at the wiki how in front of you, the instruction in big, bold letters.

‘How to build your own vanity

It should be simple enough. Frankly, you weren’t in any position to buy yourself a vanity, so you settled for the next best thing, building it yourself. You gazed up at the aisle names looking for the right one. You knew how out of place you looked here. If your tiny little skirt and even smaller shirt weren’t a sign you had no idea what you were doing, the confused look on your face was more than enough to let the others around you know. You walked down the lumber aisle, dwarfing under the tall shelves as you look for a 4x4 plank of wood. What the fuck was a 4x4? You bit your lip, bending forward to get a closer look at all the names on the items on the self, trying to figure it out yourself, too stubborn and hardheaded to ask for help.

Daichi walked down the aisle, his eyes meeting your hunched-over body as your big innocent eyes scanned the shelves. You looked...confused, and well, Daichi is a nice man, and what kind of man would he be if he let a sweet little thing like you wander around this giant store confused.

“Excuse ma’am, do you need help?” he asked, making you jolt a little, gazing up at the man in front of you. He was big. His muscles were strained under the tight material of his black shirt. The veins in his arms bulging under his skin. His broad shoulders hid you from the view of anyone that would walk down this aisle.

“O-oh, I am, yes, please,” you confessed with a defeated sigh making the older man chuckled as he ran a big hand through his hair, the snow grey hair peeking out at the roots.

“Alright then, what are you trying to do?” he asked, towering behind you, looking at the same shelves with a small smile.

“I’m trying to build my own vanity,” you said, pulling out your phone showing him the website that gave you all the materials and instructions that you would need to make it. He nodded in understanding before pulling his cart towards you two putting wood in there.

As you two gathered all the materials needed to make your own vanity you made idle chit chat, you came to learn a lot about the older man, he was a single divorced father with a 16-year-old son, three years younger than you.

“Not to be rude Mister but how old are you?” you asked as you two walked side by side in the isle

“42” he said and you simply nodded slowly ignoring the way your cunt was drooling at the older man, he was sweet and so polite. He had crows feet and deep smile lines around his lips, he didn’t look 42, but you could tell he is definitely older.

Daichi saw the way you were looking at him. Saw how your mouth practically water every time he would reach up to grab something, your eyes flying down to gawk at his happy trail. He couldn’t deny you were pretty so sweet and shy listening intently to all the tips he was giving you on how you could build this little vanity and even offering to come over and build it for you, it was his ex-wife’s week to watch their daughter so he had nothing better to do than to build a pretty young girls vanity.

As you two made your way to the check out you began to bounce your foot nervously as you watched the numbers climb up, Daichi noticed your demeanor a small smile coming across his face before he turned to you.

“Hey sweetheart, I forgot something you mind running and getting the staples sweet thing?” he asked, flashing you his pearly white smile, your face grew hot at the pet names nodding shyly and running off to go get the staples. Daichi quickly scanned the rest of the items putting the card into the machine and paying for everything.

You scurried back to the older man holding out a box of… nails?

“i -i couldn’t find staples so i thought nails?” you confessed your cheeks burning up only making Daichi let out a loud belly laughing shaking his head. A big hand came down, ruffling your hair before he made his way to the exit pushing the cart in front of him.

“Hey, I have to pay for all that stuff!” you said, trailing behind Daichi looking concerned making him laugh and put you in front of the cart him pushing it behind you, your backflushed against his chest.

“Don’t worry about it sweet girl, I got it covered” he said looking around the parking lot

“Which is your car?” he asked, prompting you to point over to your little car that can barely even fit your groceries in, bold of you to assume that it would fit all these supplies.

“Little one, i hate to break it to you but that is not going to all fit in there” he says pushing the cart further down the parking lot before stopping in front of a large white f-150.

“I throw all this stuff in my truck and then just follow you back to your apartment, how does that sound?” he said, leaning back against the truck, you only nodded and began helping him throw everything in the trunk.

“Here get in the trunk I’ll pass you the stuff,” Daichi says lifting you from under the arms and putting you in the trunk, while doing so he got a peek at your pretty pink panties and the wet spot forming in them making his cock strain in his pants.

Thank you for helping me again, mister,” you said as you began to load everything into the trunk.

“Don’t mention little one,” he said, handing you the last can of paint. He held his arms out to you to help you come down which you happily accepted. He set you down on the ground where you instructed him to just follow you on your way back home.

You pulled into your apartment complex parking in your designated spot, Daichi right next to you. Shutting off your car you got out walking towards Daichi who was already heading your direction.

“Come in, sit for a second. We don’t have to get started, right away,” you said, taking Daichi’s hand and leading him up the stairs to your apartment.

He walked in, smiling a little, it was so yo. The decor, the furniture, the smell, everything screamed you.

“I can show you where I wanted to put the vanity,” you say, guiding him back to your room. Flopping down on your bed, ignoring the way your skirt rode up or the way your nipples pebbled under your shirt once you entered the cold room.

“Right there,” you said, pointing to the far wall in your room, Daichi snapping his head to look in that direction.

“Hmm i don’t know if it will fit love, it’s pretty big and that such a tight spot, it’s gonna be a squeeze” he said, his words sending heat to your cunt you cleared your throat smiling up at him pressing your thighs together.

“I’m pretty good at making things fit, nothing ever too big,” you said your voice becoming smaller and softer making Daichi bite his lip

“Yeah baby? Can you make anything fit?” he asked, taking your hand and putting it over his hard throbbing cock. Your eyes widening at the sheer girth of him before sheepishly nodding your head.

“I can make it fit daddy, promise,” you said, the name rolling off your tongue like sin. Daichi let out a groan pushing you down on the mattress crashing his lips into yours.

“Fuck your gonna make it fit aren’t you pretty girl? Because that’s what good little girls do,” he said as you nodded, bucking your hips in the air desperately.

“Yeah I’m gonna take it all!” you promised with a whine, your manicured hand gripping his shoulders as grounded his cock against your panty-clad cunt.

“Fuck baby I don’t know if i can wait. I need you now” he growled in your ear ripping your panties off a pained cry escaping your lips,

“Daddy, please please, I can take it no prep, see?” you said, scooching up the bed, opening your legs showing him your glistening cunt, a groan leaving his throat.

“Fuck baby, you’re so wet, bet I could slide right in, hmm?” he asked, pulling off clothes feverishly before slotting himself between your legs bunching your skirt up around your hips. His cock rested heavy against your cunt as your lips bowed around his cock that was nestled between them, his tip bumping your clit.

“D-daddy can’t wait. Want it now” you whined, bucking your hips trying to coax his cock into your awaiting hole.

“I know I know m gonna give it to you” he said, pulling his hips back a little before popping the tip of his fat cock into your quivering hole.

“Daddy!” you squealed, feeling him stretch and open your walls up more than ever before his eyes trained on the way your cunt is sucking him in more.

“Fuck angel, you make me so fucking good, your so tight, a-are you a virgin” he asks confused on how you can be this fucking tight.

“N-no daddy! Your just too big” you whine your head rolling back as he sinks into you more and more, inch by inch until he bottoms out.

“Fuck this pussy is too fucking good, baby,” he said, pulling his hips back slamming them into you a loud, wet slap, ripping a scream from your throat. Daichi took that scream as an incentive to start moving.

His cock dragged and bumped your walls with accuracy that you think only comes with age. The way every vein in his cock was hitting every spot inside of you that made your legs shake was enough for him to drop his head down whispering filthy praises in your ear

“Fuck baby you milk my cock so well”

“You were made to take my cock weren’t you?”

“Fuck angel you’re so wet, you like this don’t you, getting off on fucking guys twice your age baby?” he questions as his cock hits the deepest parts of you. His tip is hitting your cervix so hard you’re scared he might breach and cum directly into your womb. You lock your legs around his lower back, your heels digging into him in an attempt to get him even deeper into your already battered cunt. The way your tongue lulls out of your mouth and your pretty tits bounce under your shirt have daichi’s fat heavy balls aching as the primal instinct to breed you, to mark you in the lewdest way possible, comes over him.

The feeling has him pounding into you even harder. The rhythmic slap of skin against skin and the squelching of your pussy fill the room, making your cheeks flush in embarrassment at the sound.

“D-daddy! Too deep!” you exclaim, tears of pleasure welling in your eyes as he hammers into you.

“Fuck, not deep enough baby, gotta get deeper if I’m gonna breed this little cunt” he pants breathlessly from above you. The mention of him cumming inside you has your cunt clamping down around his shaft, your walls sucking him in more in an attempt to milk him dry.

“Oh fuck, you like that baby? Like the thought of being my pretty little breeding bitch baby?” he questions, his thrusts becoming sloppy and irregular.

“Y-yes, daddy! Please please cum inside of me, please stuff me full!” you squeal as you thrash under him cumming your pussy, holding on to him with a vice grip.

Daichi bites his lip, focusing his attention on moving against the resistance of your walls. His thrusts become sloppy as he presses his hips flush against yours, his cum spurting out, painting your walls white.

“Thank you, daddy,” you whine, feeling his warm cum swirl in your womb. He chuckles, rearing his hips back again, slamming into you.

“I’m not done”

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