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✧. ┊ ⁭ ⁭ ⁭ ⁭insatiable and irresistible

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༉‧₊˚. pairing ┈┈➤ succubus!natasha romanoff x shy!fem!reader

༉‧₊˚. summary ┈┈➤ natasha makes you squirt for the first time.

༉‧₊˚. content warnings ┈┈➤ 18+, MINORS DNI. established relationship. pwp. SMUT. dom!nat. sub!reader. size difference (nat is 7ft tall). cunnilingus. enchanted strap-on. rough sex. size kink. stomach bulge. degredation. overstimulation. forced orgasms. squirting. choking. multiple creampies.

༉‧₊˚. word count ┈┈➤ 1, 178

༉‧₊˚. author’s note ┈┈➤ moodboard, divider, and mdni disclaimer made by me. images found on pinterest. support banner made by me and inspired by @cafekitsune. part 2 of cravings in the night.

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She always thinks about how lucky she is to have you and how fucked up it is that nobody was able to satisfy you the way you need. Maybe it was fate that a succubus randomly showed up in your room and chose you to help her out while also helping you out but now she can’t get enough of you. She doesn’t want just anybody else to satisfy her hunger, she just wants you. She loves the way your cheeks warm up as she toys with your pussy and how your thighs tremble as she eats you out. She loves getting you to come out of your shell more and finding out what you like since none of your previous partners really bothered to find out.

Natasha has a surprise that she hopes you’ll enjoy which is why she has you lying down on the bed naked as she sits between your thighs. She almost laughs at the look on your face as you stare at the new appendage that you’ve never seen her with before.

“It’s made specially for you, sweetheart,” she chuckles as you swallow at the size.

“Is that real?” you blurt out.

“It’s like any strap-on toy you humans use but it’s enchanted so it’s attached to me and I can feel you just like how you can feel me,” she hums as she slides down the bed until her face hovers over your pussy. “Let me just have a quick taste first before we get started.”

Her tongue swirls around your clit and through your folds, teasing your hole until the muscle slides into your walls. The tip of her tongue massages your g-spot as her thumb rubs your clit, slowly bringing you close to the edge and then pulling away when you’re almost there. You whine in protest and she spreads your legs and her strap slides through your wet folds. The blunt head teases your clit until it catches your hole and she slowly slides into your cunt, moaning as she does.

“Wait! It’s too big!” you cry out as your hips squirm but Natasha grabs the back of your thighs and presses them against your stomach, keeping you spread open and vulnerable for her to do as she pleases with you. Your cunt struggles to accommodate the thickness and she firmly holds you in place against the bed as she slides in until she reaches the base. Your walls are stretched out beyond your limit and it feels like she might split you in half. You whine pathetically as your walls contract around her strap and she moans at the feeling.

“Crying about it being ‘too big’ and now look at you, already cumming on my cock like a pathetic slut and I haven’t even fucked you yet,” she chuckles as she watches the way your face contorts at the new feeling you’re experiencing.

She keeps your thighs spread open as she slowly pulls out to the tip and then slides back in, savouring the feeling of your tight walls around her length. She basks in the sweet pathetic moans you make as her eyes trail down to your lower stomach where a faint bulge appears every time she thrusts into your pussy. She groans at the sinful sight and delivers a particularly hard and deep thrust, making you cry out as your hips squirm. She keeps your knees pressed against your chest as she fucks you hard and fast, the tip hitting your g-spot with each thrust and making you cry out as you fall over the edge again but she doesn’t stop. You reach out to try to get her to slow down but she grabs your wrists and keeps fucking you at a brutal pace.

“P-Please, Nat…slow down,” you’re babbling nonsense as she fucks you roughly and recklessly.

Your eyes are rolled back and glassy with tears and your mouth hangs open as unfiltered moans escape. The sight of you fucked into oblivion on her cock is an image that will forever be burned into her mind as she presses down on your lower stomach, pressing your g-spot against her cock and sending you over the edge as you cry out. The tip is pressed against your cervix and your back arches off the bed as your orgasm gushes out, a clear liquid coating her stomach as her warm cum fills your cunt. Natasha moans as your walls clench around the shaft of her strap until she’s done cumming inside but she’s not finished with you yet.

Her cock is still resting inside as she puts one leg over her shoulder and keeps the other pinned to the bed and you whine pathetically as she starts thrusting into your pussy again. Your walls are still twitching as she continues to fuck your abused cunt as if you didn’t just cum a moment ago. She watches the faint bulge in your stomach that is filled with her cock and cum and wonders how much she can fill you up until you can’t hold anymore.

“I know you got one more and I’m not stopping until you give it to me,” she growls as she thrusts deep and hard until you’re sobbing.

Your cheeks are stained with tears as they escape your eyes that are rolled back and your lips are parted and slick with drool as her thumb rubs your throbbing clit. You don’t know how much more of this you can take as every remaining thought evaporates from your mind and all you can think about is Natasha.

“Crying on my cock as you take it like the little slut you are. Say it. Say you’re a cock-hungry slut,” she growls.

When you don’t say anything, she grabs your throat and applies pressure as she delivers a nerve-wrackingly hard and deep thrust, making you wail as you grab her wrist.

“I’m a cock-hungry slut,” you cry out through broken moans as she releases your neck and keeps fucking you into oblivion.

She can feel you’re close and so is she. She pins one leg to the mattress and folds the other against your stomach as she thrusts deep enough for the tip to rest against your cervix as your walls clench around her cock. Your orgasm gushes out and sends her over the edge again, her cum shooting straight into your womb and filling you up even more. She moans as she rests her hand against the bulge in your lower stomach, making you whine at just the slightest pressure.

“I never would’ve guessed that you would be able to take such big cocks up this tiny little cunt like a pro,” she laughs and you whine as she pulls out and her cum immediately starts gushing out of your cunt.

Your thighs are sticky and there’s a mess on the bedsheets but she doesn’t care as she slides two fingers into your pussy, shoving her cum back inside.

“You’ll be leaking for days,” she hums as she watches your eyes flutter shut, exhaustion taking over.

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xdeadwood · 7 days

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Li Qingzhao, tr. by Jiaosheng Wang, from Complete Poems; "Tune: The Pertridge Sky,"

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xdeadwood · 7 days

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no body, no crime | Coriolanus Snow | Masterlist

Your childhood friend returns from his exile in district 12, but he's not the sweet, quiet boy you once knew anymore.

Warnings: NON-CON, Plinth!Reader, Gaslighting, Drugging, Murder, Forced Marriage, Forced Pregnancy, Loss of Virginity, Somnophilia

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xdeadwood · 10 days

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Call of Duty Headcanon : Felix "König" Oravec

Disclaimer: This is my personal head cannon for König, who I named Felix Oravec. Most are different from standard head cannon, including how he looks.

Call Sign: König

Name : Felix Oravec

Alias(es) : König, Felix

Gender : Male

Birthday : August 15

Nationality : Austrian

Place of Birth : Vienna, Austria

Spoken Language(s): Austrian, German, English

Sexuality: Heterosexual

APPEARANCE

6'6" with an athletic and muscular build

Has short brown hair and blue eyes.

Blue-gray eyes and tanned complexion, with multiple scars from his missions all over his body

Visible facial scar under his left eye, reddish scar.

Typically wears tactical gear and a menacing sniper mask that covers his face.

BACKGROUND

Childhood

König was born to a middle-class family in Austria and raised in a household dominated by his mother, a tough-minded and driven woman who worked hard to provide for them ever since the sudden death of his father in a freak car accident. She had worked hard to make ends meet, often leaving König to his own devices as she worked late nights to provide for their small family.

König's father was originally from Slovakia, and upon marriage, his mother decided to take on his last name which was "Ovarek."

König had grown up feeling like an outsider, always on the fringes of the activities that seemed to fill the days of the other children. Growing up, he was an anxious child who was bullied both at home and in school. He was often the target of ridicule and mockery, and he never felt like he belonged anywhere.

For years, König kept this sense of isolation buried deep within him, only occasionally manifesting in moments of intense fear or sadness. But when he became a teenager, his feelings of abandonment and displacement began to take on a more aggressive form. He lashed out at his teachers and classmates, retreating further into himself in the process.

König's mother, sensing the growing darkness in her son, urged him to take up a hobby to help him channel his emotions. He chose rugby, a sport that he found to be both physically and mentally demanding. He trained diligently, pushing himself to be the best he could be. Eventually, his dedication paid off, and he rose to become one of the top rugby players in the region.

The sport gave König a sense of purpose, but it also led him to contemplate his place in the world. He finally comprehended what it meant to stand out from the crowd, and wanted to make use of this new insight to shape the world around him.

Early Military

At age seventeen, König made up his mind to join the military in an effort to start anew. König's journey in the military was a transformational one. Although physical training and discipline were of utmost importance, it was the mental journey that truly shaped him as an individual. He found himself becoming increasingly aware of his environment and the people around him, honing his ability to see things from different perspectives. At last, he felt like he belonged somewhere.

He was driven by a new sense of purpose, determined to use his newfound understanding of the world to make a difference in it. He quickly rose through the ranks, becoming known for his bravery on the battlefield and his commitment to protecting the lives of those around him.

However, König soon realized that the battlefield could not be won with only physical strength—it took intelligence and persuasion as well. As he progressed further up through the ranks, König began to incorporate strategies such as diplomacy and negotiation into his combat strategies, allowing him to accomplish objectives without resorting to violence when possible.

His leadership style had earned him a great deal of respect from both superiors and comrades alike, and he was recommended to join the Austrian Jagdkommando.

Austrian Jagdkommando to KorTac

After 5 years as a soldier, he took his commanders recommendation and made the decision to join the Austrian Jagdkommando. The Austrian Jagdkommando - "JaKdo" for short - drew him in because of their motto "Never Retreat" and notorious vigor.

He was one of the youngest individuals to pass the Physical Fitness Test of the Austrian Jagdkommando after completing The Pre-Selection process called AU Testung. He was one of 15% of the candidates to make it through the selection and training phase.

He served with the Jagdkommando for several years until he was honorably discharged after a pivotal mission, the same mission where he received his call name “König.”

REPUTATION AND SPECIALTIES

Reputation: Known for his fearlessness. Willing to charge into any situation, guns blazing. Earned the nickname "The Battering Ram" for busting down doors and being great as an insertion and breaching operative.

Specialties: CQB breaching, close quarters combat, weapons proficiency. CQB combat, breaching doors, insertion tactics, close-quarters weapons like shotguns and SMGs. Surprisingly agile for his size.

Weapon of Choice: Jagdkommando knife, SCAR assault rifle kitted for aggressive pushing. Also carries a sidearm. Armsel Striker semi-auto 12-gauge shotgun loaded with breaching rounds. Also carries a .45 ACP SMG.

Callsign Backstory: König earned his call sign “König” meaning “King” during his time in the Austrian military. During one pivotal mission, König's unit was tasked with raiding a human trafficking ring operating out of an old warehouse.

The traffickers were heavily armed and used civilians as human shields. König's commanding officer ordered the unit to stand down, fearing civilian casualties, and requesting additional backup.

But König disobeyed orders, charging into the warehouse alone. He moved with ruthless efficiency, gunning down 12 enemy combatants in close quarters without harming any hostages. When the dust settled, the hostages surrounded König, calling him their savior. One little girl looked up at the imposing soldier in his black mask and said "You're like a king, sent to rescue us."

From that day on, König was bestowed the call sign König - the German word for "King." It signifies his bravery in combat and willingness to put his life on the line to protect the innocent. The call sign stuck with him into his mercenary days, a reminder of how one man's valor can make a difference.

While he went against orders, the fact he saved so many civilians and also protected his commanding officer during battle earned him an honorable discharge.

PERSONALITY

Looks intimidating but has a big heart. He wants to use his skills to save lives and fight evil.

Wears his signature black mask during missions to keep anonymity. Contrary to rumors, he does remove his black mask when outside of missions, and when out and about with teammates and when in civilian settings.

Prefers to let his actions speak for themselves. However, can also clearly articulate himself when necessary in a direct way.

Though he's normally reserved, he opens up over drinks with his teammates, or in 1:1 chats, revealing more of his dark humor.

He is not a big fan of drinking, and often limits himself to one beer and/or a shot during the rare occasions he is hanging out with others. He prefers to remain sober as much as he could, not wanting to ever be like his mother who had been an abusive alcoholic. In addition, his training in Jagdkommando has taught him the importance of having his wits about him as much as possible just in case.

RELATIONSHIPS / LOVE LIFE

He is not close to his mother whom he hasn’t spoken to since he left the home at 17 years old. His mother assumes he is dead, something he wants to keep that way, as they’ve been estranged and she had been an abusive and alcoholic to him growing up.

Though he has had romantic trysts in the past, he tends to avoid them or any serious relationships that may compromise him. His first loyalty is to his mission and team. Deep down though–although he tries to deny it–he does have a wish to one day meet someone who’d accept him wholeheartedly and who he can open up to.

Love is not something that comes easily to König. His traumatic upbringing and focus on his duties have made it difficult for him to open up emotionally. He has had a few fleeting romantic encounters over the years, but nothing meaningful.

König had a brief romance with someone during his early military service in Austria. They parted ways when König decided to join Jagdkommando, but he still fondly remembers their time together as one of the few times he was able to be vulnerable with someone.

Now in his early 30s, König leads an isolated life, pouring all his energy into the mission at hand. While some may desire a family or relationship, he does not feel he could balance the life of a soldier with deeper personal connections.

Though seen as cold and intimidating by many, there are rare glimpses of warmth and humanity in König when he bonds with his fellow operatives. He remains fiercely devoted to his makeshift family within KorTac, willing to lay down his life for them if needed.

For now, the team and pursuit of the greater good is König's reason for being. He finds satisfaction in serving a purpose higher than himself. Any thoughts of romance will have to wait until he fulfills his personal unfinished mission. Underneath the mask lies a heart that, while wary, still hopes to find connection one day.

INTEREST AND HOBBIES

König spends time at the shooting range honing his marksmanship and speed drills to stay sharp with firearms and tactical weapons. He also has an impressive collection of guns stashed in his apartment.

König is particularly keen on hand-to-hand combat training, such as Krav Maga, Jiu Jitsu, and Muay Thai, and spends a large portion of his days practicing these martial arts at an MMA gym to strengthen his agility.

When he's not on a mission, König likes to go backpacking with full gear and trek into the wilderness for days; this helps him hone his survival skills and provides peace from busy city life. Being close to nature also allows him to indulge in his childhood passion: drawing and sketching landscapes and people in his pocket sketchbook.

König prefers listening to all varieties of rock music and enjoys watching live bands perform. He favors watching bands at smaller, more intimate gigs over larger festivals or arena shows. When not working out or on a mission, he generally listens to calmer sounds instead of aggressive music.

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xdeadwood · 16 days

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Every time the anime cuts to Killer for some sort of reaction is hilarious, and brings me back to my idea of Killer’s Tone Indicators

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xdeadwood · 3 months

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Happy Birthday Suguru Geto ❤ [Feb.03] ✧˖°.

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xdeadwood · 3 months

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• When you say "Daddy, chill" during an argument •

Headcanons | Luffy, Zoro, Sanji, Law, Shanks

• C.W: Some suggestive content maybe, mostly just some sloppy silly thoughts, how it always is with these.

• A.N: Consider me a lover of all stupid headcanons, please don't take me seriously right now lol.

Likes, comments, and reblogs are highly appreciated :)

• Luffy •

He starts laughing obnoxiously. "W-where did that even come from?"

What did we expect from him, really?

He's a stubborn guy, would definitely continue arguing with you over dumb crap.

But Luffy being Luffy, he was probably wrong in the first place.

The moment he realizes that though...

"Mommy, chill."

• Zoro •

He is SOOO taken aback.

He'd shout the classic "WHAT THE HELL IS EVEN THAT?"

Even though you didn't mean to call him "Daddy" in a serious way, this man gets so flushed.

His face and ears turn a cute hue of red.

"And you were saying?" you ask with an evil grin.

"...nothing."

The best part is, even if he was right, he lost the mental fortitude to keep arguing with you.

• Sanji •

He's such a cutie and so easy to fluster.

And now you know how to give him an immediate nosebleed.

He falls to the floor holding his nose, "I-i'm sorry, angel. I was out of line. Forgive me."

Sanji with the dramatics, as always.

Doesn't matter whether he was in the right or in the wrong, the fact that the silly mention of the word "Daddy" had him totally on edge.

"Y-y/n swan, my love?" he asks with admiration filled eyes.

"C-can you help me with something?"

Something? More like the obvious erection in his pants.

• Law •

Mildly unimpressed.

It's always something new with you every damn day.

"Y/n-ya, please consider thinking before you speak." He'd say with his face buried deep in his book... So deep that you unfortunately miss his blush dusted cheeks.

How rude of him, but what did you expect? Him to confess that he actually felt weirdly aroused after hearing you jokingly call him that.

Yeah never.

He can already hardly contain himself when you call him daddy in bed.

*skips away*

• Shanks •

This pervy guy already likes it when you call him daddy.

You actually lost whatever you two were arguing over the moment you said it.

Dirty words are his territory after all.

"Don't call me that unless you want me to make a mother outta you."

"Maybe i do want that."

Devious looks were exchanged.

Whatever argument is then brought to a close, in bed.