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Side Effects (NSFW)

Guys I’m so sorry I know I disappeared forever ago but I am back! I updated my page, and I look forward to writing for all you lovely people again! I’m back on my same old shit (absolutely vile dom!reader smut) so I hope you’re ready >:) This one's a little softer because I think Nanami deserves a bit of a soft!dom...I hope you enjoy! Feeling a little rusty so sorry if this isn't my best work :/

Summary: Your boyfriend has been on edge recently - most likely due to a rapid increase in curses over the last few weeks - so when you get a call from Shoko, you assume the worst. Lucky for you both, he’s not dead. However, she informs you that he’s experiencing some strange side effects, so you find yourself rushing to Jujutsu Tech to deal with a rather unfortunate… problem.

Warnings: swearing, smut, dom!reader, reader has a vagina, p in said v, subby!nanami, sex pollen/sex curse, semi-breeding kink, nanami gets his shit rocked, begging, overstimulation (reader and nanami receiving), unsafe sex (wrap your wee-wee please), a bit praise, nanami calls reader wife once

Let me know if you think I missed anything!!

All characters are over 18 :)

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Bzzt, Bzzt!

You groan, eyes tearing away from the screen in front of you. Life had been in a bit of a slog recently - with your boyfriend constantly away on missions and you trapped at your boring desk job, a phone call was a welcome reprieve. What was odd was the fact that your phone was ringing at all - the only calls that can get through when your phone is silenced is your parents, Nanami, and -

Shoko.

Bright letters flash at the top of your screen as you scramble away in a hurry, phone in hand. You mumble some half-assed excuse as you fly out the doors of the office, keys already in hand, and shakily answer the call.

“Shoko? Is everything okay?” you force out, nearly slipping as you speed-walk to the car. “Is he okay?”

“It’s Nanami,” she says, panic evident in her voice. “He came back from a mission today, won’t stop asking for you. I can’t quite get a read on what he got hit with yet, and I’ve never seen him like this, is there any chance you-”

“I’m already in the car, I’m on my way,” you confirm. “He’s okay, though? No obvious signs of injury?”

“Nothing physical, no,” she says, and you let out a breath you didn’t know you’d been holding. “But something’s still clearly wrong, and having you here might help me analyse it. Clearly he’s been hit by some effect of the curse, I’ve never seen this man frantic like this in my life.”

“I’ll be there soon as I can. Call me if you have any updates.”

Shoko hums a confirmation and hangs up, leaving you alone with your thoughts. Your grip on the steering wheel tightens, and you take in a shaky breath. What could possibly be wrong? Why did your boyfriend need you, right this instant? At the very least, Shoko didn’t seem to think it was life threatening, but what relief was that? Being a sorcerer was dangerous, hell, that was why you and Nanami had quit in the first place, but you always knew he couldn’t avoid the call of it for long. You prayed that whatever this was would be out of his system in no time.

You take the turn into Jujutsu Tech far faster than you should, haphazardly parking your car. You think you hear the beep! of your car locking, but all you can really hear in your head is the pounding of your heart. Weaving across the grounds, you rush to Shoko’s office, almost barreling into her when you throw the door open.

“Where is he? Is he okay? You didn’t call me again so I assume it’s fine, but-”

“Hey, breath,” she says, oddly calm considering her call earlier. “I figured out the issue.”

“You did?” you exclaim, a little frustrated she didn’t call you. It must not be serious if she didn’t call, but still! She could’ve at least sent a text…

She wiggles her eyebrows at you, a smirk growing on her face. “You guys have to bang.”

“What??” you flush, throwing your arms up. “S-shoko, this isn’t the time for jokes-”

“Not a joke,” she says with a grin, making crude gestures with her hand. “You guys have to bang it out of his system. Fuck. Two-man tango. ‘Make love’, or whatever. Not the worst curse to get hit by, huh?”

“You had me all worried for nothing!” you groaned, dragging a hand down your face. “I thought he was injured, or worse, dying! I could be at work right now, I didn’t even clock out! God, I’m going to be in so much shit when I get back.”

“No.”

“No?”

“No. He needs your help,” she explains with a sigh. “The gas that the curse released from its body works as an aphrodisiac, a deadly one. If he doesn’t, uhm…‘mate’ any time soon it could be lethal.”

You flush deeper, blinking at her owlishly. You waited, hoping she was joking, but she was clearly dead serious. “Where is he?”

“He’s got his own room, all the way down on the left,” she sighed, rubbing her temples. “Don’t ruin my equipment, you hear me?”

You salute, grinning at her, “Aye aye, captain!”

She rolls her eyes, watching you go. It’s going to be a long shift, she thought, rubbing her temples once again. They don’t pay me nearly enough for this.

You make your way down the hall, fluorescent lights flickering above your head. It smelled like chemicals and death down her, a terrible combo. You wrinkle your nose. How does Shoko put up with this all day, every day?

Lost in your thoughts, you don’t even realise that you’re at the end of the hall until you hear it. Frantic, almost manic, heavy breathing from the door on your left. You gulp, rubbing your thighs together. Fuck, in all your time with your boyfriend, you’ve never heard him this desperate before. Like the world was going to end if he didn’t get his dick wet. Lord, you haven’t even seen him yet, and you’re already soaking through your underwear, you can feel it. Tugging on the hem of your sleeve, you nervously raise a hand to knock on the door.

“Kento…?” you startle at the sound he lets out at the sound of your voice. It sounded like…a whine?

“Darling, ooh, darling,” he groans, pitchier than you’ve ever heard him. “You shouldn’t be here, love, get out of here.”

“Ken, honey, I can’t just leave you like this-”

“Please, before I do something I regret, you have to go- hngh!”

There’s a wet splatter on the other side of the door, so quiet you almost didn’t hear it. You freeze momentarily, not wanting to believe it.

“Ken, did you just…?”

“Fuck, darling, you don’t know what you do to me,” he groans out. You can hear it now - how he’s rutting into his hand on the other side of the door. The wet shlick of dick sliding in his hand, the way he didn’t stop, even after he came. And he’s certainly never swore this early on, before he’s had your hands on you.

“You don’t know what you do to me,” you say, fingers finding the buttons of your shirt frantically. You don’t care that you’re in the hallway, you don’t care that Shoko’s just down the hall - there’s nothing in your head but the needy sounds of your boyfriend on the other side of the door.

“Please, you have to leave-”

“Open the door, honey,” you say, voice syrupy and sweet. “Want you to fill me up so good, can you do that? For me?”

You hear a quiet “Fuck!” from behind the door and the door handle rattles as he struggles to open it in his haze. At this point, you’re dripping, and you reach a hand out to help him. Easing the door open, you can feel the heat coming off of Nanami in waves. There’s a heady scent of pure sex in the air, and you don’t get a chance to take him in before he’s closing the door and trapping you against it.

“You shouldn’t be here, love,” he murmurs against your neck, hot breath tickling your ear. “Please, go before I lose control.”

Without hesitating, you pull him back by the hair and smash your lips to his. He’s motionless against you, for a moment, before his lips slot against you frantically. His hands come to grope your sides, mean and careless with his touch. He slots his legs between yours almost absentmindedly, and his hips begin to cant against you.

You separate, panting. “So desperate you’re already humping my leg like a slut?”

He flushes, slowing his hips down. You could feel his cock twitch against you, and you grin up at his dishevelled state. He’s a wreck - his tie pulled loose from his neck, the first few buttons of his shirt undone, his pants not even off, just hanging loosely around his ankles - and you’re grateful, for a moment, for the curse that hit him. 

“S-sorry, love,” he breathes, barely more than a whisper. “Can’t control it, please, need you, need you so bad- mngh, fuck!”

You grin, lazily palming his angry cock. “Oh, honey, I’ll help you out. Think you can get on the bed for me?”

He nods, whining softly when he pulls away from your hand. He stumbles over to the bed, losing his pants along the way. He sits and looks at you expectantly, flushed all the way down his neck. His hands are shaking from how much he’s holding back, and he bites his lip so hard it bleeds as you walk over, stripping as you approach. Ever the gentleman, he doesn’t reach out and touch, though it’s clear that he wants to. But right now, you’re in control, and even with the heat coursing through his veins, he lets you take what you want from him.

“Oh, sweetheart,” you say, voice thick with need. “Gonna let me ride your cock? Let you fill me up, breed me?”

“God, darling,” he says with a groan, a bead of precum running down his angry cock. “Want to fill your pussy up, put my kids in you, make you nice and round- mmph!”

You slam your lips to his, guiding him to lay back on the bed. You throw your legs on either side of his and grind down hard, smiling against his lips at the way his hips twitch up against yours. You reach back, fumbling to grip his cock and guide it to your waiting hole. You’re soaking, and there’s a wet shlick as sink down to the base of his cock.

“Shit, fuck, sorry, honey-” His hands find the plush of your hips, and he holds you down as he cums, hot and warm inside you. Your surprised laugh quickly morphs into a moan as you feel him fill you. It’s neverending - you’re certain he’s never come this much in one go before - and you quickly regain your senses, grinding your hips in slow circles, riding him through his orgasm. His eyes are squeezed shut, and his back is arched as he twitches, but he never softens inside you.

“Already came again?” you mock, looking down at him condescendingly as he blinks back into reality. “Some curse you got hit with, must feel so good to let go, huh, baby?”

“C-couldn’t help it, fuck!” he stammers out, hips bucking into your slow grinding. “Need it, need to cum again, need to feel you cum around me as I fuck you full, please, darling, can I?”

His eyes flick up to yours, desperation evident in his gaze. Your boyfriend, who rarely swears during sex, begging you to cum? You were certainly in no place to say no!

Without warning, you pick up the roll of your hips, holding his hips down so he can’t buck into you. He moans, flush spreading all the way down his chest. His thighs are flexing below yours, aching to buck up into you, but you won’t let him.

“If you want my help, you let me control the pace,” you bluff, trying your best to keep your head with how his tip is brushing against your sweet spot oh so sweetly. “Keep trying to buck up and I’ll leave you here to take care of your little predicament yourself.”

“No!” he pants out, frenzied. “No, please, darling, don’t go, I’ll do anything, I’ll be good for you, please-”

“Yeah?” you say, grin feral as you pick up your pace even more. You’re barely able to get words out anymore, but he’s certainly not faring any better. “G-Gonna be good for me? Gonna- hngh, fuck! - fill up my pretty pussy, give me your- ahn- give me your babies?”

He nods, hand fumbling to rub at your clit. His fingers are mean, out of control, but the rough feel of his fingers against your clit is delicious nonetheless. Your head falls forward, and your hips get frantic, pace inconsistent as heat coils in your belly. 

“Close, ‘m getting close-” you moan out. “Need you to cum with me, make me full, can you do that for me?”

“Mhmm, anything for you, love,” he says, eyes fluttering shut as he loses himself to the feeling of your gummy walls around him. “Love you, love you so much, please, can’t hold on much longer, need to cum- oogh, fuck!”

With a soft ahn, ahn, ahn, you’re cumming around him, grinding your clit down into his hands as he cums, shooting his seed deep into you. You can’t help but keep grinding down, dragging your orgasm out as long as possible. You shakily drag your hips to a stop, head falling forward to knock with his. You let out a soft breathy laugh as you swoop down to kiss him again, his cock finally starting to flag inside you. As you move to get up, he grabs your waist, wincing as he holds you on his cock.

“Sorry honey, ‘m still sensitive,” he whimpers, twitching out a few more spurts of gooey cum into you. “Can- can you sit here, for a little longer?”

“Of course, Ken,” you say, smile soft as you place a kiss against his temple. “Whatever you need. Are you feeling better?”

“A little sore, for sure,” he notes, eyes roaming up your body. “Though you’re probably hurting too, is there anything I can do for you?”

You bark out a laugh, shaking your head. Really is such a gentleman, you think as you struggle to control your face. After all that, he’s worried about me?

“I’m okay, Ken, I wasn’t the one hit with a curse, after all,” you note, hands absentmindedly running up his sides. He smiles up at you, eyes heavy with exhaustion, and pulls you down into him.

“Hey, we need to clean up-”

“Just a second, darling,” he says, yawning as he speaks. “Just need a second to hold you, that’s all.”

You melt against him, knowing that you weren’t going anywhere any time soon. As his breath steadies and he drifts under you, you trace circles on his chest, letting your heavy eyes fall closed, too. He’s right, just a second…

– – – 

You wake up with a jolt to a banging on the door, a chorus of voices on the other side.

“Nanamin, I heard you got hit by a curse, are you okay??”

“Be quiet, Itadori, he’s probably trying to rest.”

“Shut up, Fushiguro, you don’t know that-”

“Will both of you shut up?? Either way, he’s definitely awake from all the racket you’re causing-”

You groan, tuning them out as you rub the sleep from your eyes. You glance up at your boyfriend, disagreeing with Nobara - Nanami was still asleep, a little bit of drool coming out of his open mouth. You cringe as you sit up, every muscle in your body burning in protest as you disentangle yourself from Nanami. You wince as you slide off his cock, his release trickling down your leg as you make an attempt to gather dress yourself. Nanami finally stirs awake, groaning softly as his bleary eyes peel open. His eyes find yours as your fumble through the clothes on the floor, throwing his pants to him. He rubs his eyes and rolls to sit on the edge of the bed, watching you intently.

“We need to get dressed,” you say, voice scratchy with sleep. “The kids want to see you.”

“Mm, they can’t wait a little longer? I want some alone time with my wife now that I’m feeling better.”

“Your wife?” you say, grinning at him. “I know I gave you a good time, but you gotta put a ring on it first, mister.”

He laughs, pulling you against him and burying his head into your stomach. Your fingers come up to play with his hair, and he breathes you in, for a second.

Soon, he thinks. Soon I’ll put a ring on that finger.

Word Count: 2675

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Side Effects (NSFW) - subby!Nanami Kento x reader; Your boyfriend has been on edge recently - most likely due to a rapid increase in curses over the last few weeks - so when you get a call from Shoko, you assume the worst. Lucky for you both, he’s not dead. However, she informs you that he’s experiencing some strange side effects, so you find yourself rushing to Jujutsu Tech to deal with a rather unfortunate… problem.

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About me:

•I do not discriminate to any NSFW art or requests for fanfics. Or venting of any sort because I want this to be a safe space for many.

•I’m African American and native(Cherokee). I speak Spanish, French, German, and Russian and Tagalog(small amount)

•Pangender/omnisexual(male lean)

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•I’m open to suggestions and constructive criticism but if you however start being rude or anything of the sort I will immediately be blocking you. And I’m not even meaning in the sensitive way I mean saying my piece which will probably be a “Suck me dick mateys” and then boom block cause I do not have the time to argue with people over dumb shit so please if you need to say something keep it kind or say it in dms.

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Coming back to this bc I genuinely fucking heart sub silco sm😍

I WILL fuck that old ass man

                     THE BAAAAD TOUCH!

synopsis. there’s a very thin line between the way animals fuck on the discovery channel and the way you fuck them. featuring shameless, rough sex with the arcane men, and a third secret option at the end. jayce, vander, silco, viktor.

tags. top! reader, sub! jayce, vander, silco, viktor. reader has a cock. rough anal sex, creampie(s), exhibitionism, infidelity, cumslut! jayce, doggy, riding, size difference, huge cock, belly bulge, size queen! viktor, sweat kink, strength kink, breeding kink, implied marathon sex, dirty talk, degradation, praise kink, excessive amounts of manhandling, age difference, established relationships. cock-hungrified men. (lmao)

a/n. inspired by this song from bloodhound gang.

“does she know?” you pant into his ear, grip strong and sweaty on his hips, and jayce feels dirty, the way he’s being mounted like a bitch. “does she know about the way i fuck you? the sounds you make when i fill your pretty hole up?”  

he shudders, shaking his head, nails raking down your biceps as he tries to lift his head, to be less vulnerable in the way you’re taking him, but to no avail. he feels the hot burn of your palm at the back of his neck, and he finds himself back with his cheek pressed against the sheets, back arching with the violence of forcing his body to accommodate both pleasure and pain plowing away at his dignity. 

 “fuck!” he gasps, “let’s not, nnngh! talk about this. not, not right now.” it’s not the first time you’ve brought mel up in a conversation, but hardly ever more than an offhand comment, something to tease, something for fun. this… this was unknown territory. 

“why? you don’t like it?” there’s a strange displacement in your voice, a touch whiny, as though you were pouting at his denial. jayce thinks he’s going insane, because as manipulative as you were, there was no way he could say no to you. not with that look on your face. the one he can’t see but knows it’s there. 

“doesn’t matter,” jayce whispers. “it’s not ri- right.” 

you want to laugh. it’s not right? so it’s all right and just if he sneaks into your bed almost every other night for you to get him off simply because said girlfriend never could—nights of sweat and sinful lovemaking that end with him sneaking out of your room with a limp—but it’s not okay if you want to talk about it? how was that fair? 

“you don’t like her anyway, do you?” you mutter. “you should just get rid of her and be with me.” you tighten your hold on him. you want it to bruise. you want him to go home with your marks on his body. you want mel to ask about them and jayce squirming as he tries to think of a stupid excuse to fool her again. faulty gym equipment. sparring session gone wrong. you know all of his excuses. it’s funny, the way he tries to patch things up. “this is cruel… to the both of us. don’t you wanna get this over with?” 

“it’s- unh, complicated!” jayce moans, but there’s nothing complicated about it, he just doesn’t want to talk. doesn’t want to feel the shame and guilt making his guts tangle and heart pound—the way you fit into him so perfectly, so innately, like you’ve always belonged inside him, a missing piece to his puzzle. 

he bites back a whine as the thick head of your cock pushes against his swollen prostate, and he’s not sure if he can even feel his legs at this point. it’s humiliating, the way you’re cooing nasty words into his ear, handprints branding his hips as you tug him up only to slam downwards against him, pushing him further down into the mattress with every heavy thrust. 

“why? what’s keeping you then? hah. don’t tell me. does she fuck you like this too?” you snarl, sucking hot purple bruises down the column of his neck, salt and iron underneath your tongue making you hungry, and he keens. “so desperate for cock you’d let your girlfriend fuck you, jayce? well? does she fuck you as good as i do?” 

“noo,” jayce slurs, shaking his head, “nothing’s as good. you’re the best. love it. love you.” 

“really?” you bark out a laugh, and he nods dumbly, like his body’s conditioned to respond to your every whim, wanting to please, to serve. “well, i don’t see it at all. only thing you could ever be in love with is my cock.” 

“ah- ah, yeah, that too,” he whines, “love you more.” 

“liar,” you growl, and he sobs out at the way your length drags across his walls, thick and girthy, missing his prostate on purpose. it’s a punishment, jayce knows. he’s sorry. he feels so guilty. “pretty slutty liar. you’ll do anything to get stuffed, won’t you? even if it means cheating on your little girlfriend. you’ll even enjoy it, the moment you break her heart.” 

jayce shakes his head, tears blurring his vision. he can’t even say anything at this point, with the way you’re forcing him to take, fucking the words out of him. he can’t help being addicted to this. it’s too good. mel would understand, wouldn’t she? she would, if only she could have a taste of it. it’s not his fault. not really. 

“you probably think she’ll never know. you probably think she’ll never find out.” you’re talking again, but the sounds buzz by, barely intelligible. jayce swallows, letting your accusation wash over him. he has been careful, hasn’t he. surely she won’t know. surely she can’t know. “the way you start crying when you’re about to cum. you think she’ll never know about that, right?” 

he doesn’t know what you mean, but it’s so hard to think. there’s wetness on his cheeks and the low flame in his belly has blazed into a forest fire. he wants to cum. he needs it. he needs it hard and rough, bruises on his waist and hips and love bites on his collarbones, hard, heavy thrusts that make him feel dizzy and high and stupid, drowning him in the throes of pleasure that only you can give to him. 

“please,” jayce begs, tears streaming down his face. “i want, ngh… ah, want your cum in me.” 

and before he knows it, there’s the rush of hot cum flooding his hole, the sweaty press of your chest against his back, your hips trembling and bucking against his, and it’s so good it makes him see stars. but you don’t stop. it’s messy and filthy, and pure bliss when he feels you snake a hand into his hair and wrench his head up, rough and careless just the way he likes it. 

his eyes roll back before his cock starts helplessly spurting at the sight of mel standing in the doorway, watching him being bred like a whore.

VANDER

. . . vander thinks he maybe maybe made a mistake, telling you to be rough with him. because this is exactly the kind of rough he likes. 

“oh, fuck, sweetness,” he moans, arousal bleeding into his guttural voice as he arches his back and cants his hips backwards to receive your thrusts, taking you deeper inside, his ass bouncing every time you meet his hips with a wet, nasty ‘pap’. “t-thaat’s it, kid. right there, fuck, harder…” 

he’s clutching his pillow tightly, waves of pleasure shackling him to the bed as you’re pounding away at his hole from behind. you’ve snaked a hand into his hair to wrench his head up roughly, and a low whine pushes its way past his lips, punctuated by a sharp, deadly thrust aimed at his prostate. he’s pretty sure his own cock’s rubbed raw against the sheets, spurting so much pre there’s a sticky, slippery pool underneath him—easing the steamy push and glide. 

there are stars bursting at the corners of his eyes, threatening to consume his vision, and he can vaguely feel his toes curl and thighs spasm at every brush of your cock against his bundle of nerves. there’s sweat dripping down his face, a salty tang on his tongue, and he wipes his forehead with the back of his hand, hearing nothing but his own heavy pants and groans, attuned to the rhythm of your thrusts. it’s too good. almost makes him feel young again. he’s halfway through his forties, and yet you’re fucking him like he’s twenty. 

vander can feel your hands all over him, pressing heavy bruises onto the tender fat of his waist and hips, bodily dragging him back onto your cock every time you ram forward, making sure to put your entire weight behind it. the mattress is letting out horrible creaking sounds, the headboard of the bed slamming into the wall in perfect tempo, and the both of you are going to regret this later, but fuck, he doesn’t care. 

it’s addicting. it’s violent. vander shouldn’t be enjoying this, but he is. 

“fuck, love, y’er gonna make me cum already,” he chokes out, and it’s more of a drunken slur, really — there’s something about the way you’re treating him that makes him dizzy and weak at the knees. his fists are clenched, grasping at the bedsheets every time he feels like snaking a hand between his legs and jerking off to your thrusts. he wants to enjoy it, savour it—the way you’re taking him, pressing him into the mattress like you’re trying to break the bed before you break him, gaze hungry enough to swallow him up in your lust. 

“go ahead and cum, vander,” you drawl, grabbing a handful of his ass before sharply spanking him across, the sting rewarding you with a full-body shiver. “i want you to cum like it’s your last night on earth.” 

who the absolute fuck does this kid think he is, vander thinks, and he quickly buries his face back into the pillow because he knows he’s going to get loud. you’re insane. insanely bad at dirty talk, but your hunger makes up for it. he’s never liked dirty talking that much, but fuck, if you weren’t something different. cum like it’s his last night on earth? he really underestimated how greedy you were. 

“cocky,” he wheezes instead, once he’s caught his breath, “y’er gonna, haah, hafta fuck me harder for that to happen.” it’s yet another bad decision, and he’s digging his own grave, he knows it. as if you aren’t already fucking him within an inch of his life—the bulbous shape of your cockhead digging into his prostate with such immaculate precision, pressing the shape of your handprints into his skin as you fuck him with your eyes, your hands and your cock. 

hungry. intense. unforgettable. vander doesn’t think he’ll ever get enough of it. 

before he can even breathe, you’ve hooked one arm under his thigh, tossing him over onto his back like you’re flipping a fucking pancake, and vander’s not a delicate man by all means. without wasting a second, you’re pushing inside him again, groaning shamelessly as his wet, warm cave engulfs you perfectly. vander makes a desperate noise, eyes squeezing shut—there’s no pillow to muffle his cries or hide his expressions from you this time, but he’s far too close to be embarrassed. 

the new position’s got you so deep inside him, and it’s getting harder to breathe, almost as though he could feel you all the way to his throat. it’s uncomfortable and very inconsiderate of his aching back, but the mind-numbing pleasure hammering away at his sweet spot makes up for it. 

“s-so fuckin’ good, kid,” he pants out, arching his back with a moan as you reach down to grope at his tits, the muscles plump and soft with tender age, hole clenching around you tightly every time you tug at his perky nipples. his cock’s all leaky, drooling over his stomach and making a mess, and he’s so aroused it’s almost endearing. “fuck me… god, fuck me.” 

he’s going to cum hands-free, vander thinks, and shit, you’re going to be so smug about this after you’re done with having your way with him. vander sneaks a glance at you—eyelids fluttering, making little grunts of pleasure every time you bully your way into his tight wet warmth. it embarrassingly makes the back of his neck burn, makes him feel all hot and sexy and wanted. 

“yeah? best cock you’ve ever taken, vander?” you purr, and his breath stutters, seizing up with a yell and then he’s fucking cumming with you balls-deep inside him. guess you’ll take that as a yes.

SILCO

silco doesn’t know how long he’s been bent over in that same fucking position, but he doesn’t plan on making you stop anytime soon. 

“darling, not so rough. . .” he gasps out, nails raking down the expensive wood of his office desk while you plow away at him from behind, his hole sopping wet but tight, as though you haven’t cum two times in him already. he can feel his knees knocking into the hard front of the desk with every brutal thrust, the weeping tip of his erection grazing the cool mahogany, the pleasure inside him making his lower belly burn with a flame he hasn’t felt in a long time. 

“why?” you grin, draping yourself over his half-clothed stature, his pants yanked down to his ankles as he’s bent over to take. you shuffle forward, making sure his ass is pressed snugly against your crotch before giving an experimental roll of your hips, always reaching deeper, for more. “worried that they’ll hear?” 

silco presses his lips together in a thin line, tilting his face away from yours, and if you didn’t know any better, you would have thought he were sulking. you laughed. it was just too easy to piss him off sometimes. 

“i’m just playing around, baby. your office is soundproofed, no?” you straightened yourself, running a hand over the smooth, sensitive expanse of his back before returning to your firm grip on his bruised hips. he gave a shuddering sigh, trying to relax as you started to rock into him again with strong, steady thrusts. 

“it doesn’t matter,” he rasps, “we’re, hah, being too loud… sweetheart. s-sevika is right outside.” 

“don’t care,” you mutter. “i’m pent up. ‘least you can do is let me fuck you stupid. you’ll let me, right?” 

silco makes a noise at the back of his throat, half from displeasure, the other half from the sharp curl of arousal in his lower abdomen, making his cock twitch and leak. fuck if it didn’t turn him on when you talked to him like this. he settles for burying his face into his arms, preparing himself for whatever you were going to put him through. 

“be gentle,” he whispers, letting out a shuddering sigh. “i’m not so young anymore.” 

you could feel a grin pulling at the corners of your lips. yeah. sure, you were going to be gentle with him. with him looking like that. 

“hngh, r-right there…” silco mewls out, knees buckling repeatedly as he tries not to think about how loud he’s being. he supposes he could gag himself with something, your fingers, maybe, get them warm and wet for you while you use his face as leverage to fuck him harder, but he knows how much his noises spur you on, and right now he really doesn’t want to piss you off. not when you’re indulging him so well. “that’s it… you’re so good… darling.” 

“not so shy anymore?” you hummed, licking a hot stripe up his neck, his gasp twisting into a whine. “think we can make you louder?” 

“sweetheart,” he sighs as he feels your hand wrap around his throat, and he tilts his head back to let you grip it properly. “you already know what i want.” 

“well, i don’t think so.” you smile, leaning down to press your cheek against his, working away from behind with short, firm thrusts that steal his breath away. “remind me. did we use the magic word yet?” 

but just as he’s about to answer with snark, there’s the rap of fists against his office door, and silco feels his heart plummet. not now, when things were about to get good—this was the worst timing possible. “everything alright, boss?” 

“yes,” silco pants, “fuck… yes.” 

you can feel his nails dig into the back of your thigh, warning you not to pull out. you’re thick and heavy, resting against his stomach, and silco feels so fucking good and full. you can’t stop now. not until he’s had his fill. he can vaguely feel your warm seed trailing its way down his perineum in a slow trickle, and fuck, he wants more. wants to feel stuffed even without you inside him, drowsy and content. 

he blinks, brows furrowing as he catches himself fantasizing about you yet again. should he even be having thoughts like these in his forties? was this healthy? sex with you was life-changingly—and now apparently hormone-alteringly good. 

“sir?” sevika’s growl interrupts his train of thought. and yeah, not to mention—his second-in-command is right outside his office, while all he can think about is cock. shit. your big, leaky cock, buried to the hilt inside his hole. he wonders if it’ll be gaping once you’re done with him. and oh. cum. loads of your cum, filling up every inch of space inside him. making it hard to breathe. making him swel— “is someone in there with you?” 

“yes,” silco wheezes dumbly as you roll your hips against him with meaning, forcing him to take you deeper. he trembles, shifting back slightly to fuck himself on your cock, forcing a sharp inhale from you. “we are busy. you’re, oh… dismissed, sevika.” 

the silence is loud, save for the almost-silent squelches of your cock maneuvering inside him with all the cum stored in his belly. 

you can feel his heart pounding from the way your chest is pressed against his bare back. or maybe it’s your own. his walls squeeze around you, sinfully tight, pulling a muffled moan from where you have your teeth sunken into his shoulder. fuck. he’s—silco’s actually into this. you’d have never guessed he would be such a freak, for lack of a better word, but with how things were going . . . you didn’t mind it. not one bit. it drove you crazy with want, if anything. 

“... if you say so, boss.” the sound of retreating footsteps fills you with both relief and disappointment, but before you could even process what that means, you can feel silco gazing at you through his lashes, low and scrutinizing and something needy. 

“did i say you could stop?” silco grunts. “fuck me.” 

you let out a shaky sigh, hips already bucking back into the warm mould of your cock—and the next sound that drives past his lips is a loud and unabashed sob of your name. 

you think you might have unlocked something new in your lover.

VIKTOR

“it won’t fit,” viktor slurs, moans tumbling out of his mouth as he gives a shaky roll of his hips. he’s not quite there yet, with only the tip sucked in, but he’s making good progress. “i’m terribly s-sorry, dear. your… appendage. it’s too big.” 

his eyes flutter shut at the feeling of your hands forming a ring around his waist, strong and firm, a warm assurance that there was a possibility… although slight, that he’d make it. 

“it’ll fit,” you murmur, kissing the sensitive spot at the back of his ear, the one that makes him suck in a sharp breath and shudder. “you’re doing very good, love. just… a little more, yeah?” 

viktor looks down. it’s nowhere near a little more. you’re barely halfway in and he’s already thinking about quitting—has been, since the stupidly huge head of your cock breached his rim, making him feel a stretch that no amount of fingers or plastic toys could replicate. it was something extraordinary. overwhelmingly so. 

“please,” he mewls, forehead dropping to rest on your shoulder. “t-touch me? i think i’ll probably, hah, ease up a little if you would… oh, yes. thank you, dear. thank you.” 

it’s… in simple words, too much. you’re usually very considerate, taking your time with him with your fingers, rubbing on his tender walls until he loosens enough for you to slip another one in. the night would then end with you fucking his thighs, sticky and slick with his own cum. it’s good. it’s enough. that was until he started having thoughts of what it would feel like if you were inside him. 

but viktor would’ve never imagined it would be like this. the difference in size was just… comical. you were so deep inside him already, the impossible girth forming an obscene bulge over his abdomen, making him whine with the fullness. if this is already what it feels like to have you inside, then just what would it feel like to have you spill inside him?

he can’t lie—he’s spent nights waiting for you to fall asleep first so that he could scoop up some of the cum you had missed on the sheets, quietly fingering himself with the cold slickness. it didn’t feel right, even if it was yours. it just wasn’t the same. he wanted, no, needed to feel it for himself. 

it doesn’t help, the way you’re stroking him, ever so gentle with him. your huge palm covers his entire length without having to move much, huge thumb rubbing at his leaking tip, and viktor’s never been so hard before in his whole life. he’s so close already, hole fluttering around you uncontrollably, and it’s almost cute how it looks like it’s going to swallow you up. maybe it is. 

maybe it’ll fit. 

“last few inches,” you pant, fingers trembling slightly where you’re struggling not to press bruises into the cup of his hips. “can i-? please, vik. it’s so good. you’re so good. i just need a little more. please, baby.” 

“yes,” viktor blurts out, before he realises just what he agreed to—but within the next second he can feel something abnormally large pushing its way past his tight walls, faster and rougher than before, even as he tries to clench and hold still—it’s mean and a little too much, but then the back of his thighs meets hot skin and he nearly blacks out with the stretch of it all. 

“ngh,” viktor keens, trembling with exhaustion as he tries to settle into your lap comfortably with such a large intrusion within him. “soo full…” 

you sigh in pleasure, hands going back to his hips where they belong, pushing him down until you’re satisfied that he’s properly taken everything you’ve given him. it’s not a demand, viktor thinks, more like a comfort. telling him that you’ve always known he would’ve been able to take you in the first place. that this is where he belongs, filled to the brim with you and you only. 

he lets out a shuddering moan when you start to slowly bounce him on your lap, lifting him up with ease a good inch or two, before rolling your hips to meet his, pushing yourself deeper. “shit, vik…” you groan, and he cries out with every brush against his prostate, the sheer size of you making it impossible to miss it. “you’re so tight, baby… so perfect. i’m right here with you, okay? easy now, you’re doing so good.” 

you’re so good to him as always, whispering sweet nothings into his ear, but it’s different this time, and fuuck. viktor thinks he’s dying with how good it feels. he tries to steer his hips, to actually ride you instead of having you manhandling him up and down your cock, but there’s hardly any friction left now that he’s properly stretched, and any attempt results in him collapsing back to his knees, the pleasure making him weak. 

he settles for hanging onto you, arms wrapping around your neck and choking out little whimpers as you rock upwards into his waiting hole again and again, toes curling and nails scratching red trails down your back with the all-consuming pleasure.

it’s driving him crazy, the fullness, the simple thought of you pumping your seed and sperm into him, of making love with you. it’s nothing like the way it was written in the textbooks he had spent nights researching—it’s beyond anything he would have ever imagined. 

“please,” viktor sobs out, feeling strangely empty every time you pull out halfway, as ironic as it was—as though there was a chance you would leave him fully. the thought of it hurt. if only you could fit inside him forever. if only. “stay…” he cries, “cum inside. m-make me yours.” 

you lean forward, pressing your lips against his in a hurried kiss, at the same time grinding so deep viktor thinks, for a split of a second, that that might be you he’s feeling in his stomach. the broken wail he gives is loud and muffled, and you lap up the drool on the side of his face, watching as your lover’s eyes flutter shut at the feeling of being filled, properly this time, to the brink of spilling.

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                     THE BAAAAD TOUCH!

synopsis. there’s a very thin line between the way animals fuck on the discovery channel and the way you fuck them. featuring shameless, rough sex with the arcane men, and a third secret option at the end. jayce, vander, silco, viktor.

tags. top! reader, sub! jayce, vander, silco, viktor. reader has a cock. rough anal sex, creampie(s), exhibitionism, infidelity, cumslut! jayce, doggy, riding, size difference, huge cock, belly bulge, size queen! viktor, sweat kink, strength kink, breeding kink, implied marathon sex, dirty talk, degradation, praise kink, excessive amounts of manhandling, age difference, established relationships. cock-hungrified men. (lmao)

a/n. inspired by this song from bloodhound gang.

“does she know?” you pant into his ear, grip strong and sweaty on his hips, and jayce feels dirty, the way he’s being mounted like a bitch. “does she know about the way i fuck you? the sounds you make when i fill your pretty hole up?”  

he shudders, shaking his head, nails raking down your biceps as he tries to lift his head, to be less vulnerable in the way you’re taking him, but to no avail. he feels the hot burn of your palm at the back of his neck, and he finds himself back with his cheek pressed against the sheets, back arching with the violence of forcing his body to accommodate both pleasure and pain plowing away at his dignity. 

 “fuck!” he gasps, “let’s not, nnngh! talk about this. not, not right now.” it’s not the first time you’ve brought mel up in a conversation, but hardly ever more than an offhand comment, something to tease, something for fun. this… this was unknown territory. 

“why? you don’t like it?” there’s a strange displacement in your voice, a touch whiny, as though you were pouting at his denial. jayce thinks he’s going insane, because as manipulative as you were, there was no way he could say no to you. not with that look on your face. the one he can’t see but knows it’s there. 

“doesn’t matter,” jayce whispers. “it’s not ri- right.” 

you want to laugh. it’s not right? so it’s all right and just if he sneaks into your bed almost every other night for you to get him off simply because said girlfriend never could—nights of sweat and sinful lovemaking that end with him sneaking out of your room with a limp—but it’s not okay if you want to talk about it? how was that fair? 

“you don’t like her anyway, do you?” you mutter. “you should just get rid of her and be with me.” you tighten your hold on him. you want it to bruise. you want him to go home with your marks on his body. you want mel to ask about them and jayce squirming as he tries to think of a stupid excuse to fool her again. faulty gym equipment. sparring session gone wrong. you know all of his excuses. it’s funny, the way he tries to patch things up. “this is cruel… to the both of us. don’t you wanna get this over with?” 

“it’s- unh, complicated!” jayce moans, but there’s nothing complicated about it, he just doesn’t want to talk. doesn’t want to feel the shame and guilt making his guts tangle and heart pound—the way you fit into him so perfectly, so innately, like you’ve always belonged inside him, a missing piece to his puzzle. 

he bites back a whine as the thick head of your cock pushes against his swollen prostate, and he’s not sure if he can even feel his legs at this point. it’s humiliating, the way you’re cooing nasty words into his ear, handprints branding his hips as you tug him up only to slam downwards against him, pushing him further down into the mattress with every heavy thrust. 

“why? what’s keeping you then? hah. don’t tell me. does she fuck you like this too?” you snarl, sucking hot purple bruises down the column of his neck, salt and iron underneath your tongue making you hungry, and he keens. “so desperate for cock you’d let your girlfriend fuck you, jayce? well? does she fuck you as good as i do?” 

“noo,” jayce slurs, shaking his head, “nothing’s as good. you’re the best. love it. love you.” 

“really?” you bark out a laugh, and he nods dumbly, like his body’s conditioned to respond to your every whim, wanting to please, to serve. “well, i don’t see it at all. only thing you could ever be in love with is my cock.” 

“ah- ah, yeah, that too,” he whines, “love you more.” 

“liar,” you growl, and he sobs out at the way your length drags across his walls, thick and girthy, missing his prostate on purpose. it’s a punishment, jayce knows. he’s sorry. he feels so guilty. “pretty slutty liar. you’ll do anything to get stuffed, won’t you? even if it means cheating on your little girlfriend. you’ll even enjoy it, the moment you break her heart.” 

jayce shakes his head, tears blurring his vision. he can’t even say anything at this point, with the way you’re forcing him to take, fucking the words out of him. he can’t help being addicted to this. it’s too good. mel would understand, wouldn’t she? she would, if only she could have a taste of it. it’s not his fault. not really. 

“you probably think she’ll never know. you probably think she’ll never find out.” you’re talking again, but the sounds buzz by, barely intelligible. jayce swallows, letting your accusation wash over him. he has been careful, hasn’t he. surely she won’t know. surely she can’t know. “the way you start crying when you’re about to cum. you think she’ll never know about that, right?” 

he doesn’t know what you mean, but it’s so hard to think. there’s wetness on his cheeks and the low flame in his belly has blazed into a forest fire. he wants to cum. he needs it. he needs it hard and rough, bruises on his waist and hips and love bites on his collarbones, hard, heavy thrusts that make him feel dizzy and high and stupid, drowning him in the throes of pleasure that only you can give to him. 

“please,” jayce begs, tears streaming down his face. “i want, ngh… ah, want your cum in me.” 

and before he knows it, there’s the rush of hot cum flooding his hole, the sweaty press of your chest against his back, your hips trembling and bucking against his, and it’s so good it makes him see stars. but you don’t stop. it’s messy and filthy, and pure bliss when he feels you snake a hand into his hair and wrench his head up, rough and careless just the way he likes it. 

his eyes roll back before his cock starts helplessly spurting at the sight of mel standing in the doorway, watching him being bred like a whore.

VANDER

. . . vander thinks he maybe maybe made a mistake, telling you to be rough with him. because this is exactly the kind of rough he likes. 

“oh, fuck, sweetness,” he moans, arousal bleeding into his guttural voice as he arches his back and cants his hips backwards to receive your thrusts, taking you deeper inside, his ass bouncing every time you meet his hips with a wet, nasty ‘pap’. “t-thaat’s it, kid. right there, fuck, harder…” 

he’s clutching his pillow tightly, waves of pleasure shackling him to the bed as you’re pounding away at his hole from behind. you’ve snaked a hand into his hair to wrench his head up roughly, and a low whine pushes its way past his lips, punctuated by a sharp, deadly thrust aimed at his prostate. he’s pretty sure his own cock’s rubbed raw against the sheets, spurting so much pre there’s a sticky, slippery pool underneath him—easing the steamy push and glide. 

there are stars bursting at the corners of his eyes, threatening to consume his vision, and he can vaguely feel his toes curl and thighs spasm at every brush of your cock against his bundle of nerves. there’s sweat dripping down his face, a salty tang on his tongue, and he wipes his forehead with the back of his hand, hearing nothing but his own heavy pants and groans, attuned to the rhythm of your thrusts. it’s too good. almost makes him feel young again. he’s halfway through his forties, and yet you’re fucking him like he’s twenty. 

vander can feel your hands all over him, pressing heavy bruises onto the tender fat of his waist and hips, bodily dragging him back onto your cock every time you ram forward, making sure to put your entire weight behind it. the mattress is letting out horrible creaking sounds, the headboard of the bed slamming into the wall in perfect tempo, and the both of you are going to regret this later, but fuck, he doesn’t care. 

it’s addicting. it’s violent. vander shouldn’t be enjoying this, but he is. 

“fuck, love, y’er gonna make me cum already,” he chokes out, and it’s more of a drunken slur, really — there’s something about the way you’re treating him that makes him dizzy and weak at the knees. his fists are clenched, grasping at the bedsheets every time he feels like snaking a hand between his legs and jerking off to your thrusts. he wants to enjoy it, savour it—the way you’re taking him, pressing him into the mattress like you’re trying to break the bed before you break him, gaze hungry enough to swallow him up in your lust. 

“go ahead and cum, vander,” you drawl, grabbing a handful of his ass before sharply spanking him across, the sting rewarding you with a full-body shiver. “i want you to cum like it’s your last night on earth.” 

who the absolute fuck does this kid think he is, vander thinks, and he quickly buries his face back into the pillow because he knows he’s going to get loud. you’re insane. insanely bad at dirty talk, but your hunger makes up for it. he’s never liked dirty talking that much, but fuck, if you weren’t something different. cum like it’s his last night on earth? he really underestimated how greedy you were. 

“cocky,” he wheezes instead, once he’s caught his breath, “y’er gonna, haah, hafta fuck me harder for that to happen.” it’s yet another bad decision, and he’s digging his own grave, he knows it. as if you aren’t already fucking him within an inch of his life—the bulbous shape of your cockhead digging into his prostate with such immaculate precision, pressing the shape of your handprints into his skin as you fuck him with your eyes, your hands and your cock. 

hungry. intense. unforgettable. vander doesn’t think he’ll ever get enough of it. 

before he can even breathe, you’ve hooked one arm under his thigh, tossing him over onto his back like you’re flipping a fucking pancake, and vander’s not a delicate man by all means. without wasting a second, you’re pushing inside him again, groaning shamelessly as his wet, warm cave engulfs you perfectly. vander makes a desperate noise, eyes squeezing shut—there’s no pillow to muffle his cries or hide his expressions from you this time, but he’s far too close to be embarrassed. 

the new position’s got you so deep inside him, and it’s getting harder to breathe, almost as though he could feel you all the way to his throat. it’s uncomfortable and very inconsiderate of his aching back, but the mind-numbing pleasure hammering away at his sweet spot makes up for it. 

“s-so fuckin’ good, kid,” he pants out, arching his back with a moan as you reach down to grope at his tits, the muscles plump and soft with tender age, hole clenching around you tightly every time you tug at his perky nipples. his cock’s all leaky, drooling over his stomach and making a mess, and he’s so aroused it’s almost endearing. “fuck me… god, fuck me.” 

he’s going to cum hands-free, vander thinks, and shit, you’re going to be so smug about this after you’re done with having your way with him. vander sneaks a glance at you—eyelids fluttering, making little grunts of pleasure every time you bully your way into his tight wet warmth. it embarrassingly makes the back of his neck burn, makes him feel all hot and sexy and wanted. 

“yeah? best cock you’ve ever taken, vander?” you purr, and his breath stutters, seizing up with a yell and then he’s fucking cumming with you balls-deep inside him. guess you’ll take that as a yes.

SILCO

silco doesn’t know how long he’s been bent over in that same fucking position, but he doesn’t plan on making you stop anytime soon. 

“darling, not so rough. . .” he gasps out, nails raking down the expensive wood of his office desk while you plow away at him from behind, his hole sopping wet but tight, as though you haven’t cum two times in him already. he can feel his knees knocking into the hard front of the desk with every brutal thrust, the weeping tip of his erection grazing the cool mahogany, the pleasure inside him making his lower belly burn with a flame he hasn’t felt in a long time. 

“why?” you grin, draping yourself over his half-clothed stature, his pants yanked down to his ankles as he’s bent over to take. you shuffle forward, making sure his ass is pressed snugly against your crotch before giving an experimental roll of your hips, always reaching deeper, for more. “worried that they’ll hear?” 

silco presses his lips together in a thin line, tilting his face away from yours, and if you didn’t know any better, you would have thought he were sulking. you laughed. it was just too easy to piss him off sometimes. 

“i’m just playing around, baby. your office is soundproofed, no?” you straightened yourself, running a hand over the smooth, sensitive expanse of his back before returning to your firm grip on his bruised hips. he gave a shuddering sigh, trying to relax as you started to rock into him again with strong, steady thrusts. 

“it doesn’t matter,” he rasps, “we’re, hah, being too loud… sweetheart. s-sevika is right outside.” 

“don’t care,” you mutter. “i’m pent up. ‘least you can do is let me fuck you stupid. you’ll let me, right?” 

silco makes a noise at the back of his throat, half from displeasure, the other half from the sharp curl of arousal in his lower abdomen, making his cock twitch and leak. fuck if it didn’t turn him on when you talked to him like this. he settles for burying his face into his arms, preparing himself for whatever you were going to put him through. 

“be gentle,” he whispers, letting out a shuddering sigh. “i’m not so young anymore.” 

you could feel a grin pulling at the corners of your lips. yeah. sure, you were going to be gentle with him. with him looking like that. 

“hngh, r-right there…” silco mewls out, knees buckling repeatedly as he tries not to think about how loud he’s being. he supposes he could gag himself with something, your fingers, maybe, get them warm and wet for you while you use his face as leverage to fuck him harder, but he knows how much his noises spur you on, and right now he really doesn’t want to piss you off. not when you’re indulging him so well. “that’s it… you’re so good… darling.” 

“not so shy anymore?” you hummed, licking a hot stripe up his neck, his gasp twisting into a whine. “think we can make you louder?” 

“sweetheart,” he sighs as he feels your hand wrap around his throat, and he tilts his head back to let you grip it properly. “you already know what i want.” 

“well, i don’t think so.” you smile, leaning down to press your cheek against his, working away from behind with short, firm thrusts that steal his breath away. “remind me. did we use the magic word yet?” 

but just as he’s about to answer with snark, there’s the rap of fists against his office door, and silco feels his heart plummet. not now, when things were about to get good—this was the worst timing possible. “everything alright, boss?” 

“yes,” silco pants, “fuck… yes.” 

you can feel his nails dig into the back of your thigh, warning you not to pull out. you’re thick and heavy, resting against his stomach, and silco feels so fucking good and full. you can’t stop now. not until he’s had his fill. he can vaguely feel your warm seed trailing its way down his perineum in a slow trickle, and fuck, he wants more. wants to feel stuffed even without you inside him, drowsy and content. 

he blinks, brows furrowing as he catches himself fantasizing about you yet again. should he even be having thoughts like these in his forties? was this healthy? sex with you was life-changingly—and now apparently hormone-alteringly good. 

“sir?” sevika’s growl interrupts his train of thought. and yeah, not to mention—his second-in-command is right outside his office, while all he can think about is cock. shit. your big, leaky cock, buried to the hilt inside his hole. he wonders if it’ll be gaping once you’re done with him. and oh. cum. loads of your cum, filling up every inch of space inside him. making it hard to breathe. making him swel— “is someone in there with you?” 

“yes,” silco wheezes dumbly as you roll your hips against him with meaning, forcing him to take you deeper. he trembles, shifting back slightly to fuck himself on your cock, forcing a sharp inhale from you. “we are busy. you’re, oh… dismissed, sevika.” 

the silence is loud, save for the almost-silent squelches of your cock maneuvering inside him with all the cum stored in his belly. 

you can feel his heart pounding from the way your chest is pressed against his bare back. or maybe it’s your own. his walls squeeze around you, sinfully tight, pulling a muffled moan from where you have your teeth sunken into his shoulder. fuck. he’s—silco’s actually into this. you’d have never guessed he would be such a freak, for lack of a better word, but with how things were going . . . you didn’t mind it. not one bit. it drove you crazy with want, if anything. 

“... if you say so, boss.” the sound of retreating footsteps fills you with both relief and disappointment, but before you could even process what that means, you can feel silco gazing at you through his lashes, low and scrutinizing and something needy. 

“did i say you could stop?” silco grunts. “fuck me.” 

you let out a shaky sigh, hips already bucking back into the warm mould of your cock—and the next sound that drives past his lips is a loud and unabashed sob of your name. 

you think you might have unlocked something new in your lover.

VIKTOR

“it won’t fit,” viktor slurs, moans tumbling out of his mouth as he gives a shaky roll of his hips. he’s not quite there yet, with only the tip sucked in, but he’s making good progress. “i’m terribly s-sorry, dear. your… appendage. it’s too big.” 

his eyes flutter shut at the feeling of your hands forming a ring around his waist, strong and firm, a warm assurance that there was a possibility… although slight, that he’d make it. 

“it’ll fit,” you murmur, kissing the sensitive spot at the back of his ear, the one that makes him suck in a sharp breath and shudder. “you’re doing very good, love. just… a little more, yeah?” 

viktor looks down. it’s nowhere near a little more. you’re barely halfway in and he’s already thinking about quitting—has been, since the stupidly huge head of your cock breached his rim, making him feel a stretch that no amount of fingers or plastic toys could replicate. it was something extraordinary. overwhelmingly so. 

“please,” he mewls, forehead dropping to rest on your shoulder. “t-touch me? i think i’ll probably, hah, ease up a little if you would… oh, yes. thank you, dear. thank you.” 

it’s… in simple words, too much. you’re usually very considerate, taking your time with him with your fingers, rubbing on his tender walls until he loosens enough for you to slip another one in. the night would then end with you fucking his thighs, sticky and slick with his own cum. it’s good. it’s enough. that was until he started having thoughts of what it would feel like if you were inside him. 

but viktor would’ve never imagined it would be like this. the difference in size was just… comical. you were so deep inside him already, the impossible girth forming an obscene bulge over his abdomen, making him whine with the fullness. if this is already what it feels like to have you inside, then just what would it feel like to have you spill inside him?

he can’t lie—he’s spent nights waiting for you to fall asleep first so that he could scoop up some of the cum you had missed on the sheets, quietly fingering himself with the cold slickness. it didn’t feel right, even if it was yours. it just wasn’t the same. he wanted, no, needed to feel it for himself. 

it doesn’t help, the way you’re stroking him, ever so gentle with him. your huge palm covers his entire length without having to move much, huge thumb rubbing at his leaking tip, and viktor’s never been so hard before in his whole life. he’s so close already, hole fluttering around you uncontrollably, and it’s almost cute how it looks like it’s going to swallow you up. maybe it is. 

maybe it’ll fit. 

“last few inches,” you pant, fingers trembling slightly where you’re struggling not to press bruises into the cup of his hips. “can i-? please, vik. it’s so good. you’re so good. i just need a little more. please, baby.” 

“yes,” viktor blurts out, before he realises just what he agreed to—but within the next second he can feel something abnormally large pushing its way past his tight walls, faster and rougher than before, even as he tries to clench and hold still—it’s mean and a little too much, but then the back of his thighs meets hot skin and he nearly blacks out with the stretch of it all. 

“ngh,” viktor keens, trembling with exhaustion as he tries to settle into your lap comfortably with such a large intrusion within him. “soo full…” 

you sigh in pleasure, hands going back to his hips where they belong, pushing him down until you’re satisfied that he’s properly taken everything you’ve given him. it’s not a demand, viktor thinks, more like a comfort. telling him that you’ve always known he would’ve been able to take you in the first place. that this is where he belongs, filled to the brim with you and you only. 

he lets out a shuddering moan when you start to slowly bounce him on your lap, lifting him up with ease a good inch or two, before rolling your hips to meet his, pushing yourself deeper. “shit, vik…” you groan, and he cries out with every brush against his prostate, the sheer size of you making it impossible to miss it. “you’re so tight, baby… so perfect. i’m right here with you, okay? easy now, you’re doing so good.” 

you’re so good to him as always, whispering sweet nothings into his ear, but it’s different this time, and fuuck. viktor thinks he’s dying with how good it feels. he tries to steer his hips, to actually ride you instead of having you manhandling him up and down your cock, but there’s hardly any friction left now that he’s properly stretched, and any attempt results in him collapsing back to his knees, the pleasure making him weak. 

he settles for hanging onto you, arms wrapping around your neck and choking out little whimpers as you rock upwards into his waiting hole again and again, toes curling and nails scratching red trails down your back with the all-consuming pleasure.

it’s driving him crazy, the fullness, the simple thought of you pumping your seed and sperm into him, of making love with you. it’s nothing like the way it was written in the textbooks he had spent nights researching—it’s beyond anything he would have ever imagined. 

“please,” viktor sobs out, feeling strangely empty every time you pull out halfway, as ironic as it was—as though there was a chance you would leave him fully. the thought of it hurt. if only you could fit inside him forever. if only. “stay…” he cries, “cum inside. m-make me yours.” 

you lean forward, pressing your lips against his in a hurried kiss, at the same time grinding so deep viktor thinks, for a split of a second, that that might be you he’s feeling in his stomach. the broken wail he gives is loud and muffled, and you lap up the drool on the side of his face, watching as your lover’s eyes flutter shut at the feeling of being filled, properly this time, to the brink of spilling.

masterlist!

Had this written for a while but decided to post it finally so here.

Scent

Shanks x Male Reader. Shanks has a pussy, omegaverse. Filth because i have dirty thoughts.

Omega Shanks with an oral/face fixation. Loves to ride your face and slick himself up as much as he can till it’s dripping onto the mattress. Your face is what people look at the most, after all. Goes the other way around too, loves looking pretty on his knees when he sucks you off, looking up at you with twinkling but lustful brown eyes. “Like my eyes? I only look like this with you, you know.” He says lovingly with a wink while he jerks you off the rest of the way, opening his mouth with his tongue slightly out and the corners of his mouth curled up in a cheeky smile. All so you can cum all over his face and tongue. He rubs it over his face happily afterwards, pouting if you say it’s weird. “Just want people to know we love eachother~♡.” Shanks coos to you, making kissy faces. It’s not that he gets jealous, he trusts you, but he can get a bit possessive. No no, not of you, he gets possessive for you. He’s a popular man, he knows that, and he wants people that ever try and kiss him on the cheek or get too close to him to know that he’s all scented up by you. That if they choose to kiss him that they’ll be kissing a part of you too. He always gets a stupid grin on his face when they realize, “Just lovin my boyfriend, ya don’t mind, right?” He’ll say cheekily. The same with you, if someone tries to hit on you they’ll be “kissin my juices”. You two already scent eachother’s necks any chance you get, and sure maybe you could leave scents in other ways, but that’s no fun.

I finished! This took way longer than it should've tbh considering it isn't very long, but i kept getting distracted by games and other ideas. Sorry for taking so long. Here's the reveal @hurlingdown it's mee!! I'm 👻! I had a nightmare someone else posted something claiming to be 👻 but its me.

How to Breed your Captain

Shanks x Male!Reader. Top reader, omegaverse. 3327 words. 't' thoughts. Shanks has a posay.

You’re sitting down, sipping on some ale, when you realize Shanks hasn’t been back yet. You and Shanks were chatting when he said that he was “gonna take a piss”. However, that was around 10 minutes ago and he still isn’t back. You’re starting to get a little concerned. You know how your captain is when he’s drunk, and you knew he didn’t look all there when he had left, but he hadn’t even drank that much. He’s an experienced drinker, even if he’s known as a drunk he wouldn’t get woozy over what was around a mug and a half of ale. ‘Did he drink earlier without telling me?’ You think to yourself, that being the only option you can think of to why he would look off while leaving or take this long. The thought doesn’t help your anxiety though, I mean he gets clumsy and even more carefree when he’s not all there, what if he slipped and hit his head on the toilet, or threw up hard enough that he passed out? Your leg bounces anxiously, Shanks is a grown man that should be able to handle himself but you know that isn’t always the truth, almost as much as Beckman. “Dammit.” You curse and put your mug of ale down, unable to handle the anxiety anymore. You’ll have to get up to go check up on the idiot, that’s what you thought since when you get to the bathroom it’s empty. “Did he go to his room?” You mumble and walk over to his cabin. He does have a bathroom in there, though it doesn’t make sense he would go all the way over there for it. Maybe he forgot that he was having a conversation with you on the way to the bathroom and went to sleep. When you get to his room you knock on the door, smells kinda off, maybe he’s sick. “Captain!?” You yell out, man if you didn’t care about him this much you would’ve just left him to his devices. ‘Should I just.. open the door..?’ You wonder. Deciding against it you hold your ear to the door, trying to listen for any snores. When you don’t hear any you get concerned, you can tell the light it on. The smell is getting weirder too, did he actually throw up? Your head feels fuzzy too, maybe the ale was stronger than you both thought..

[Earlier]

“fuck…” Shanks mumbles as he walks down the hallway. It’s taking everything he has to keep his pheromones inside his body, using all his experience of holding in pain both physical and mental to help him. Holding things in is making it worse, he’s just making himself emotional faster, but he can’t be spotted like this. His thoughts go to earlier, when you two were drinking. He had already started feeling off around you lately, sometimes he forgets he’s an omega since he takes blockers and doesn’t really pay attention to those specific labels, so he brushed it off as him just taking a liking to you. He fucks because he can, and any parts that are different are just the things given to him. The only times he remembers he’s an omega is when he’s reminded, either during sex or during medical appointments, though sometimes he isn’t paying attention even then.. Well he wishes he was paying attention now. Hongo had always told him that even if he took blockers that he should keep track of when he was supposed to have heats, just in case something ever went wrong during those times; but Shanks being Shanks, pushed that aside. He wouldn’t need to know all that, if anything happened he would just deal with it, Hongo keeps track anyway; so the doctor could just deal with it. Medical stuff isn’t his specialty.

‘I might be the biggest idiot in the world.’ Shanks tells himself as he shoves his door open and falls onto his bedroom floor, kicking it closed with his foot. Why hadn’t he put it together? Liking you, starting to feel off around you recently, feeling hornier than usual… why did it not click? What’s wrong with him? Is he stupid? Shanks lets out a small groan as he presses his thighs together, already feeling the slick between them. He had heard before of something like love activating a heat even if blockers were taken, but it was rare and sounds way too romantic. Plus, Shanks is more than grown now. Healthy, but not a teenager that can’t control their hormones. He slides a hand down to his pants, over his crotch, and presses down. Pleasure shoots through him and he tries to cover his mouth to muffle a moan, forgetting that he doesn’t have another hand to muffle it with. It makes him jolt and he shakily sits up and tries to sense if anyone is near, sighing in relief when he doesn’t feel anyone. He manages to get onto his feet, trying to imagine he’s just drunk as he flops onto his bed on his stomach; then rolls onto his back. ‘Should I knock myself out?’ He considers seriously, knowing how it feels to have a heat without a partner. It’s miserable, no matter how many times you cum it keeps feeling like it isn’t enough. What’s worse is you just get depressed too! God he would rather go through a terrible hangover. His crotch is pulsing, fluttering and clenching around nothing as his breath starts to quicken. Shanks slips a hand into his pants and parts his lips, the amount of slick he feels making him flinch. “God what am I this wet for?” He mumbles and his mind immediately goes to you, making his womb throb in response with a whine. He isn’t an insecure man, but you’ve never really shown any genuine interest in him. You’ve flirted with him, maybe even alluded to a fling, but he doesn’t want a fling. Here it goes with the negative thoughts. He likes you, he loves you, even if he shouldn’t. He’s your captain and older than you. An older omega… would he even be able to give pups at this age? The thought rings through him and he tears up with a whine. He’s pushing 40, he isn’t as fertile as he used to be, even if he’s an omega he isn’t good enough. His body isn’t good for pups, he drinks and fights and he’s above his prime. He aged like fine wine appearance wise but what does that matter? Shanks is just a pretty face and a pretty body. His fingers play with his clit as he starts to cry softly, feeling pathetic. When he was younger he cursed the people who told him he would regret not having pups while he was young, he still does now; but when in his heat... he agrees with them. It’s the hormones, this is known, but this pain is real. He keens out for a mate that isn’t there. A dangerous man, a whore, used up and useless. All these things that would never bother him, things that he even sometimes took pridefully, fill his mind and make him miserable. It makes his first orgasm feel like shit, the pleasure doing nothing. ‘Useless useless useless’ his omega mind tells him as he turns his head to the side, unable to even wipe his tears.

[Now]

You sniff the door more, trying to figure out what it is until you catch a whiff of something. It feels erotic at first, like alcohol, which is why you mistook it as maybe your breath from the ale; but you start to realize that it isn’t. You press your nose to the door and sniff again, smelling it stronger. Salty, a stinging like alcohol and the salty sea. It smells like Shanks, but it’s usually softer than this, more calm. This smells more… unstable. Even when he was drunk he didn’t smell like this. The scent turns rotten, more salty and more like wine that wasn’t sealed properly, negative and stressful “Captain?” You call out as you knock on the door again, getting less irritated due to worry. Unknown to you, Shanks hears you, but it only made him feel better for a moment. It’s a whirlpool, he’s happy you’re here, happy you sound worried, but what now? The only good parts of him are the fact that he’s confident, sure of himself. If he isn’t then he would just be some insecure, pathetic, drunk, old omega giving himself away. No, no, he can’t let you see him like this. You get a headache as the scent gets weaker, then stronger as he tries and fails to hold it in. “Captain, are you okay? What’s going on? Should I call someone?”

“No!” He yells out instinctively, startling you slightly.

“Okay.. I will.. not—call someone.” You respond, still hesitant. You’re close to Shanks but not as close as maybe Beckman, another omega. “Are you sure though? I can call Beckman.” Shanks thinks about that, that actually might make him feel a bit better; but Beckman isn’t you. Plus he has a feeling Beckman would just scold him, maybe even tell him to go to you. God he’s pathetic. “Captain, I know we aren’t as close but is there something I can do?”

…

“C..Can you just… stay here?” He mumbles, it’s quiet to the point where you can barely hear it.

‘He wants me to stay!?’ You think to yourself, shocked. You’ve already gotten hard from his pheromones, what if you say something stupid? “Uh are you su-”

“You don’t want to?” Shanks sounds vulnerable, weak, and you shake your head quickly despite him not being able to see it.

“No, no, I’m okay staying here,” ‘God he sounds so cute I wanna see him.’ “I was more worried that you don’t actually want me here.” You say, your mind spinning a little. You’re doing your best to stay calm, unfortunately that’s only making Shanks feel worse since he’s thinking that he’s so unattractive that you’re completely fine despite his pheromones going strong. “I just want to make you feel better.” Caught in a bad spot, the two of you are. Shanks is insecure and feeling worse because you seem completely fine, and you’re doing your best to hold yourself together because Shanks is distressed. This is going nowhere but down. “Are you uhm.. in heat? Did you forget your blockers?”

“Gods, I didn’t. It would make things easier if it were just that.” Shanks says, biting his lip when he slips a finger inside himself.

‘Why is he so emotional, am I doing something wrong? Am I this emotional during a rut?’ Your mind races as you try to think of anything to save this. You try to think of something that you would like to hear during a stressful rut. “..Do you need help?” When you’re met with silence you consider playing it off as a bad joke but then there’s a response.

“What good is helping an old geezer like me?” He says, his voice sad. Your mind goes blank for a moment, what is he saying? He’s completely out of your league asking what good is there? He isn’t even that old!

“Well- uh.. you’re sexy?” You sound a bit unsure, not knowing if you’re doing something good. When you smell him slightly calm you feel slight relief. Shanks may not want just a fling, but hearing the person he loves call him sexy is always a plus. “You’re super hot, and you’re incredibly attractive in all ways both physically and personality wise.” You keep throwing out compliments, flooding them in as your captain’s pheromones seem to be reacting positively. “I know I make fun of your arm jokes but they’re actually funny, even when they’re not they’re funny in an unfunny way; especially since you always look so bright and proud of yourself when you get the perfect opportunity to make one. Your eyes crinkle up happily, it’s super cute.” His sadness is subsiding and turning into a small glee as you continue, his hips bucking into his fingers. You press your hands against the door, “You’re the most desirable person and omega I've ever me-” and fall through it onto Shanks’s bedroom floor. Oh. When the redhead had struggled inside earlier he hadn’t closed it properly, so it opened at the pressure. He stares at your form on the ground, not sure whether to laugh or beam that you’re inside. You get up onto your knees and your brain immediately goes numb from the smell of him, the scent through the door can’t compare to this. It makes your mouth water and you forget about your embarrassment. Shanks is about to ask if you’re okay when you get up onto your feet and look at him, your pupils dilating at the sight. Your captain is laying there, propped up on his elbow. You can see glistening on his fingers, slick. He follows your gaze and gets embarrassed.

“Had to make do, being alone and all.” He mumbles, trying to play it cool. Exceedingly hard when his face is still flushed and his muscles are tensing from trying not to pull you to him. You walk over to him and grab his wrist, making him flinch and gasp when you wrap your lips around his wet fingers, groaning at the taste. His womb throbs and he purrs involuntarily from the action, his body pleased that his alpha is here. “(Y/n) I-”

“Shh, I’m here now.” You pull back and move yourself between his legs, your tent above his clothes weeping cunt. “Fuck, I can almost feel how wet it is just from this.” You grind down on him and he throws his head back with a cry, pleasure shooting through him as his legs wrap around your waist instinctively. You can’t help it, you need to fuck him, your hands go to the hem of his pants and pull it all off. He’s wet, it would be so easy to thrust into him, you put your tip at his entrance and pause.

“...?” Shanks props himself up to look at you, you’re sweating and clenching your teeth. You’re holding back, Shanks hasn’t given consent yet and your body is punishing you for daring to stop yourself from breeding an omega in front of you; but you can’t, you can’t do this to your captain if he doesn’t want it just because you couldn’t control yourself. Shanks realizes this and grabs your shirt to pull you down for a kiss, his lips moving against yours passionately until he pulls back. “Fuck me.” He whispers. “Please…” Your eyes fog over and you grab his legs to pull him back onto your cock while thrusting into him, his body adjusting to you immediately as he gasps. So ready for cock and now he’s all yours. He’s already a mess below you, squirming. It’s not long before his walls pulse around you and he wails, his orgasm coming suddenly after being pent up and distressed this whole time. His arm clutches onto the back of your shirt as your hips move, “Breed me please please I need it.” gripping onto it so hard you’re sure it’ll stretch out. It doesn’t matter though, not when his pussy is clenching around you so well as he begs you to give him pups. Him being a powerful pirate or the captain of an important crew doesn’t matter, he just wants to be your omega. Fuck, you’ll keep him pregnant over and over until he can’t think about anything except getting bred and taking care of his pups, your pups. Your knot starts to inflate and Shanks lets out pheromones to give you every sign he wants it, shaking as he reaches his second orgasm. Gummy walls squeeze around you and leak slick as he cries out while you continue to fuck him; painting his insides with your seed. Your knot slowly forces its way inside with your thrusts until it pops inside of him with a squelch. Shanks feels dizzy, happy, he puts his hand on his stomach purring until he remembers how old he is. “What’s wrong?” You ask him as you rub your scent glands onto his.

“Pups.. I'm.. it’d be hard for me to get them.” He feels like crying, tearing up while he looks away feeling ashamed. You think for a moment, then pick him up and walk towards the door that’s still open with your dick still inside him, closing it. You won’t need to lock it, everyone will get the hint the moment they even get near the hallway. You plop down onto the bed with him on your lap and thrust up into Shanks, your knot still inside.

“It doesn’t matter. If it’s hard for you to get pups then we can keep trying.” You grab his hand and intertwine your fingers. “I’ll do it over and over until your womb is overflowing with me.” Shanks pants, his eyes glazing over at your romantic(?) words.

“Alpha~” He whines and you pull him in for a kiss, making out with him until your knot unswells enough you can lay him back on the mattress and hook his legs over your shoulders into a mating press. You kiss him one more time before thrusting into his wet cunt, squelching with slick as you fuck your own cum deeper into him. Your mouth goes to his neck, sucking hickeys where you’re planning on biting him once his heat is over. When you can fuck your seed into him and mate him while he’s fully himself. This angle is deeper than before and you feel the tip of your dick kiss his cervix, making his head throw back with pleasure as slick drips down your balls and coats your thighs. His plump chest from his muscles move with each thrust, nipples perked up like they’re already going to lactate. Your hand goes to one and squeezes the flesh there, his heat making them softer than usual. He likes it, cries getting louder since he can’t speak anymore. Your knot swells up for the second time and he cums again, struggling to make more noise that shows he’s yours as his throat goes sore. It doesn’t even matter if he didn’t love you, your dick is too addictive, he’d never be able to have another. You pound into him and his cervix, one hand on his thigh and the other on his breast. You’re a perfect match and as you slam into him the to his cervix shoots your cum directly into his womb as your cock ruins his pussy for the second time.

“My omega.” You mumble and kiss him again as he manages to purr happily, your scents mixing together like you’re already mated.

_______________

Shanks pants, his red hair clinging to his sweaty forehead as you fuck into him. Your clothes around the bed into a nest as soon as you both calmed enough to let him make one. His stomach is swollen with your seed, you’ve been breeding him for days now because of this strong pent up heat and now his brain is numb with nothing but you. You finally slip out of him with a pop and jizz pours from his used hole, loose and bred. His breasts have bites on them and the nipples swollen along with his clit from being played with so many times. You lean over and peck his kiss bitten lips, tears of pleasure staining his cheeks. “Pretty omega, my pretty captain omega~” You continue to kiss his face and he sighs in relief, closing his eyes. This was rough for the both of you to do for so long but you both have good stamina and you’ll learn soon how clingy Shanks can be as your mate.

if you're interested in the idea, i'd love to make a request! >:3

bottom/sub! shanks x male reader with watersports (whatever interpretation you like) and/or dacryphilia. maybe w some mixed praise/humiliation directed towards shanks, but winding it up with a little bit of fluffy aftercare?

Sorry this took so long, tbh it was actually hot ass but I had to use my special method of just writing it even if it was trash and then just coming back to fix it later. Ngl first draft was so bad I had to do sm, but it's good to just get the basic outline out so I could do it once I had some motivation. Like oh my god it was so bad, it was physically hurting me but i did it.

Pretty When You're Mine

Shanks x Male Reader. Straight smut with some fluff at the end. It has watersports but nothing insanely crazy (though i don't actually know what's considered crazy.) 2626 words.

Shanks is relaxing, holding his mug while he talks to Yasopp when you walk into the room. Once he spots you his expression immediately brightens. “Baby! You’re not busy anymore?” You walk over to him and he sets down his mug to hug you.

“I finished not too long ago, actually, though shouldn’t you be busy?” You ask and he huffs before smiling with a carefree expression.

“It’s fine~ I’m busy often, let me take a little break, okay?” He looks at you with pleading eyes and you sigh.

“Okay, have fun.” His smile brightens as he grabs his mug and clinks it with Yasopp, in a better mood now that his boyfriend has also approved of his break; even if he technically didn’t need your permission. You sit down and he continues to chat as more crewmates come in to drink, everyone quickly taking this “break” as an excuse to get drunk. Not that your crewmates are boring, but you can only take so much when you’re already tired from working on things the whole day. Your eyes trail to your boyfriend, then down at his ass. Not being shy, you reach out and touch his butt, making him flinch. “Sorry, just an accident.” You stand and hug his side.

“A welcome one~” He winks at you while chuckling, continuing his conversation. You think a bit more, everyone is starting to get rather drunk at this point and your backs are both facing near the wall. It’s a big chance no one would notice anything if you got a bit bold. Your hand creeps from his waist down to his butt, slowly massaging it. Shanks keeps his expression normal but he can’t hide his reactions as well when he’s tipsy.

“You’re already drunk, Captain? Your face is getting flushed.” Hongo points out while you shamelessly continue.

“Haha, maybe my tolerance is getting lower as I age.” He’s trying to make up excuses while feeling your hand pressing against his soft ass.

“Or you drank earlier without us.” Another crewmate says and he bites his lip, panicking slightly when your hand slips under the hem of his pants.

“Hmm~” Shanks disguises a hum of pleasure as one of thinking when your finger teases his entrance through his boxers. “Captain’s privilege getting the first taste.” He shifts in place a bit, gripping his mug tightly as you slip under his boxers to touch him bare. You’ve already trained his body to be responsive to your touch and to keep himself ready. It’s cute, feeling him tense and react even if he’d truly wanted to hang out with friends, only making things worse when you slip a finger inside of him. Shanks lowers his head a bit, gritting his teeth to keep sounds in as your finger moves inside him.

“He did have a lot to drink before you guys got here ” You tell them, covering for your poor boyfriend. “You feeling sick, hun?” Your tone is worried but you’re relentless when you add another finger, if the crew weren’t drunk themselves this would be obvious; though it wouldn’t be surprising if a few more observant ones still caught something being off.

“I-I- nnGh~” He grunts when his tight, wet walls and prostate are teased.

“Geez, already about to vomit then.” They poke fun at him while you take the mug from his hand and set it down. Shanks immediately clings to you and you take your fingers out of him, then pick him up.

“Captain’s retiring for the night then, c’mon.” Shanks hides his face in your shoulder as you speak, not trusting himself not to give it away with his expression. Once you both are at his quarters you set him down, then immediately pin him to the door by the neck. “So cute, did you want everyone to know?”

“s-sorry.” Shanks pants, gulping as your grip tightens around the sides of his throat. His face is flushed, eyes unfocused as he pants. So tame, so weak, so different from everything he shows outside. You put your knee between his thighs and grind up, making him gasp. “Ah~!” He whines as you continue to grind up roughly, your hand staying on his neck while you lean in to give him a soft kiss. Your other hand undoes your pants.

“Open for me.” He opens his mouth and you spit in it before pushing him down on his knees, shoving your dick in his mouth before he could catch his breath. You let it sit in his warm throat, cutting off his air, until tears form in his eyes. Once you finally pull back to let him breathe he struggles a bit to catch his breath. “Good boy.” It’s satisfying to give him a little praise, watching the way he shivers at the name before you walk over to the bed and sit “Come here~” Shanks nods then crawls over to you to rest his head on your lap. Even despite the rough treatment he can barely keep himself still from arousal, squirming a bit with the sight of your bare cock in front of his face. “Feeling needy, yeah?”

“Fuck, yes.” He leans in and kisses the tip of your dick, then parts his lips again so you can play with his tongue, sensitive. He lets out a whine when your thumb presses on it while your pointer finger rubs against the roof of his mouth.

“I know, you loved every second of my touch out here.” You lightly tug on his tongue and he softly moans, pleading with you with his eyes. “Don’t know how you manage to talk when your mouth is always desperate for me.” He’s panting again, your words only serving to egg him on.

“Please..” He needily sticks his tongue out of his open mouth so you can grab your length, slap your tip on it a few times before grabbing his hair and smoothly moving his head down to take it all at once.

“No gagging, like you were made for me.” You brush his hair back so he can look up at you while you move him on your dick down his throat, using the roof of his mouth to stimulate yourself like he’s a fleshlight. Like he’s your fleshlight. When you grind his face down onto your pelvis you see his eyes roll back for a moment from the feeling. You’re starting to get close, but something’s bothering you. ‘I need to piss.’ You think as you continue to move your lover’s head to please yourself. An idea pops into your mind and you pull Shanks’s head off, much to his dismay clear when he looks up at you with a small pout.

“What happened? I like swallowing.” He thinks that’s the issue but you shake your head.

“I have to pee.” You tell him and he’s about to move back to let you get up when you stop him. “You don’t need to move, actually. Stay right there and look pretty.” He flushes slightly, staying where he is but in a better mood from the praise. “Good boy, stick out your tongue, just how I like it.” Shanks processes this then turns bright red with his eyes widening.

“You…” He thinks about it and then takes a shaky breath, a smile forming on his face as his dick twitches. It only takes a second after that for him to follow, opening his mouth with his tongue out while he watches the way you stroke yourself then aim at his face. He’s expectant, his eyes already dark with lust while he waits. The emperor is on his knees as you start to empty your bladder on his scarred face and all over that red hair everyone knows until it’s dripping with urine, stroking your cock while you feel the pressure in your body relax. It’s beautiful seeing him let you do this, to enjoy it. The pleasure that was building in your body while his mouth was on you bursts and you end it with tilting his head up to cum ropes onto his tongue and lips. By the end of it Shanks is shaking, the humiliation of having your boyfriend and subordinate piss on you like you’re a whore arousing him.

“Sexy like this, found a new use for you, yeah?” You close his mouth so he can taste the mixture of cum and urine on his palette. Fuck, this is too much for him, Shanks bends down and whimpers, his eyes rolling back as he spasms and shoots into his now soiled pants. You grab his wet hair and pull him up, already hard again. “Came from that..” He’s out of it. “I’m not done yet, though.” You lift him up onto the bed, pull his pants and boxer up enough, then thrust into him. Your pace is for you, but you’re aiming directly at his prostate despite Shanks just cumming, making his brain overload with pleasure. He can’t speak, his head swimming as he starts to sob with each thrust. “Taking it so well for me, huh, Captain?” Calling him Captain only heightens this situation, being a feared and powerful Captain and Emperor of the sea, yet getting dicked down on the bed like it’s all he’s good for. He’d almost be ashamed, but it’s too good and tears run down his face as he gets close to another climax despite his body not being ready. You realize this and lean down to press against his lower stomach, making him gasp. He drank a lot earlier, and hasn’t gotten the chance to go to the bathroom yet. “Feeling full?” No worries though, you’ll help him as his loving and caring boyfriend. Your hands go to his waist and pull him up onto you, lifting him up with your dick still inside. He lets out a confused noise as you bring him to the bathroom and set him down in front of the toilet, gripping his hips to start fucking into him quickly again.

“Too full, aH~ t-too full..!” Shanks can’t handle, grabbing onto your thigh to try to focus to no avail. He can barely realize what’s happening, you only hear mumbling and moaning repeatedly as you aim his dick at the water while stroking it, your other hand pressing down on his lower stomach again. His bladder presses against his prostate from the inside while pushing your dick harder against the outside, soft walls pressing against your tip and length. Shanks keens and he arches his back with his head on your shoulder, unable to hold it in as piss squirts into the water along with his cum. You’re unrelenting as you fuck into his tight heat while he lets out broken cries, then burying yourself into his tight heat before filling him up with your seed. He’s pulsing around you, milking your cock while he whines and shakes, piss continuing to stream from his dick. Once he’s emptied he goes limp and you catch him before he falls, your boyfriend panting while his head spins from dizziness.

“You alright?” Your demeanor changes once your high is gone, going from a little mean to caring. You even ignore the wetness of his cheek from tears and pee to kiss it lovingly. Shanks brain feels empty though, he can’t even nod yet as he catches his breath. Pulling out, you admire the view of your cum seeping from his hole and hand marks on his hips for a bit before setting him down onto the toilet to rest and let it drip out. “I’ll wash you up so just relax, mkay?” He hums and you turn on the water, rubbing his neck and hips where you gripped earlier while the water warms up. Once it's ready you set him on a stool in the shower and start to clean him gently, feeling him lean into whatever touch you give. You’re washing his hair off when you speak. “Your hair is so pretty, like the rest of you.”

“You pissed on it so I don’t know how ‘pretty’ it is to you.” He’s regained more of his senses as you start to clean his body.

“I think you’re more beautiful than before actually.” This makes him chuckle a little.

“Marked your territory on me, my pretty little head is for you without claiming it, don’t have to worry.” He winks and laughs at his own joke, but starts to cough from a sore throat while you pat his back.

“Want me to get you some water?” You ask him after rinsing shampoo from his hair. Shanks hums in thought then shakes his head.

“Get it after, the steam can help my throat just fine for now.” He puts his hand on his chest and looks up at you with a sad expression. “Unless you want to leave? Use me how you like like i’m a toy then leave me to fend for myself…” He looks away dramatically, wiping a tear that isn’t there.

“You’re never a toy to me, no matter what I do when we’re having sex.” You state with a determined tone, making him flush a bit.

“Just a joke..” He mumbles as you smooch him, then undress to get in the shower yourself. Your boyfriend whistles “Hello, handsome~”

“You’re not seeing anything new, even if I was clothed before.”

“I enjoy the view no matter how many times I get it.” Well that makes two of you, letting Shanks admire your body as you clean yourself off. Once you’re done you run a bath and dip your boyfriend inside, letting his muscles relax while you can go change the sheets. “Nooooo…” He grabs your wrist.

“I’m not gonna be gone forever, do you want to sleep on dirty sheets?” You have a point, but he doesn’t like it, letting you go and looking at you like an abandoned puppy. “I’ll be back soon you big baby.”

“Promise?”

“Shanks I’m gonna be right here, you’re acting like I’m leaving the ship when your bathroom is connected to your quarters.” He stares at you until you sigh. “Yes I promise.” That satisfies him and he beams at you, now you can go change the sheets. Dirty, but thankfully nothing seeped into the mattress itself. Kind of a last minute decision to do watersports, next time you’ll set something down. Once you’re done you go back to the bathroom to find Shanks leaning back while splashing softly at the water to entertain himself.

“You’re finally bac-” You smooch him to shut him up, then drain the bath and dry him off before wrapping him in a towel burrito style to carry him off to bed while he hums in delight from the nice treatment. You’re both too lazy to dress so it’s decided you'll both sleep naked, it’s comfortable anyway having your skin touching. Even if Shanks was the one getting railed you’re also a bit tuckered out, closing your eyes to let your body relax. Before you can fall asleep you feel shuffling from next to you, Shanks cuddles into your side, cute. You pull him close, cuddling back and kissing his forehead.

“Goodnight.” You say softly, but don’t get a response. You look at his face and realize he’s already fast asleep. Well, that’s enough of a good night for you and your eyes close.

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The crew loots a pirate ship from enemy pirates, finding barrels of alcohol. There’s excitement at first but when the Shanks tastes it, captain privilege, he makes a face. “Not good?” Beckman asks.

“Cheap, makes sense considering how weak they were, just tastes like piss.” His gaze trails to you with a sparkle in his eye, he’s hilarious.

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this is my first time writing watersports/dacriphilia so be nice i tried my best./hj now i just need to do the same thing with the other one...

GUYS MY REQUESTS AND THIRSTS ARE OPEN PLEASE WRITE TO ME I NEED INSPO

★ DAY 6 - praise | itto

kinktober 2023 - masterlist.

❏* — warnings — sub/bottom character. + dom/top reader + amab reader + praise + overstimulation + soft dom reader + soft sex + reader is hung but gentle + doggy style + dumbification + really soft and mushy

❏* — a/n — I don't even have anything to say I just love this so much<3

"You'll be a good goy for me. Isn't that right, Itto?" Despite how soft your voice was, Itto knew his opinion wasn't truly wanted. The two of you knew that he would go along with what you said. "...Uh-huh..y-yeah..." Itto's response was a little delayed and dragged out. You had been playing with his dick and his pretty little hole for the past half-hour while showering him with sweet praises, already brining him to three orgasms. Now all he could do was lay limp on the bed while he desperately waited for you to fuck him. His face was flushed a dark red on his tanned skin and his heavy chest seemed to stutter as he took in and released every breath. He was already so compliant for you, his head nearly turned into mush from the onslaught of intense yet gentle pleasure you were giving him.

You absolutely loved Itto like this. Loved reducing Itto into a squirmy, blushing, slightly dumber mess. The way his crimson eyes lay behind those hooded lids, still watching you with intense desire only served to increase your desire for the oni before you. As your fingers slowly slid inside his tight walls, poking and prodding, you finally decided to take mercy on him.

"You're so fucking beautiful Itto. So sweet when you're like this for me." You continued to praise him as you dragged your fingers across his prostate. He keened and squirmed, both the stimulation and the praise seeming to have an effect on him. "Okay baby, I'm gonna fuck you now. You okay with that?" You removed your fingers from his hole and moved your other hand to hold his face. You wanted to make sure that Itto could hear the concern in your voice— you didn't want to overwhelm his senses too quickly. Itto's tongue felt too heavy to form any coherent words, all he could manage was a rapid nod, pressing his face into your warm hand. Feeling satisfied, you slicked up your hard cock in your hand, slightly twitching as it was neglected. You lined it up to Itto's twitching hole and filled him up.

"Aahhh..uhuhh..." Itto's body felt useless as he felt you fill up his needy insides. You weren't even fully in yet he could feel the electrifying pleasure pooling in his stomach. Once you finally bottomed out, he thought he could feel your dick all the way to his stomach. He whined and brought up a hand to stroke his stomach, finding a tiny bump. "Haahhh..C-can feel you..up here.." Itto dazedly rubs the part of his stomach where he can feel your dick pressing into him and it takes you summoning all your self-restraint to pound him into the bed.

Instead, you leaned down and grabbed Itto's head with both your hands and pushed him into a sloppy kiss. Itto felt lightheaded as he tried to reciprocate but all he could do was keep his lips parted as your tongue found its way down his throat. He let long moans that were swallowed by your kiss and his walls tightened on your dick— you were going to have to make sure you didn't cum right then and there.

Finally you broke away from the kiss, a thin line of saliva still connecting the two of you as Itto tried to chase the kiss in vain. You pulled out of the oni's hole, leaving him an empty, whining mess as he begged to have your cock back in him. Gently ignoring his pleas, you adjusted him on the bed so that he was lying on his front. Itto allowed you to manhandle him into position, his body feeling heavy. From this view, you could admire his round ass and his muscular thighs and back. Once again, you pushed your dick inside his tight hole until all your length was inside of him.

This time, Itto actually came, his eyelids fluttering as his dick spurts out cum onto the sheets below him. He had no idea why, but your dick entering him again from this position made it feel like you were reaching so much deeper inside of him, which was true, but not to the extent Itto believed. The moment you slid inside of him, you pulled out slower, your dick nearly exiting his hole, before thrusting back in at a faster pace. You kept it up, pulling out slowly and thrusting in quickly before your dick let his ass.

It drove him mad.

"Uuughh...Ah! Nnhhnhn, hah--Oh! Pleaasee♡" Itto didn't even know what he was begging for, he never did. His wrecked voice just let out the very little his overworked brain could manage. All he knew was that your dick was drilling into him while you kept whispering sweet nothings to him, your hand snaking around his body and your wandering hands find their way to his plush chest and starts groping his pecs and playing with his nipples— and he came again.

This time, Itto's eyes roll back behind his hooded lids as he moans loudly, his voice slightly muffled by the pillow his head had found its way onto. Even with the pillow he couldn't hide his pleasured mewls—not hat he even had the mind to anyway. All he could do was whimper and hug the pillow as your grip tightened on his hips and you brought you body closer to his, your body right above his as you pushed him further and further into the bed. He could feel his poor, overstimulated cock rub on the silky sheets as your cock continued to ruin his ass slowly. Itto could feel another orgasm coming through the hazy fog covering him mind and in a distant part of his mind, he wondered how many orgasms needed to be pulled out of him until he came dry.

(I thought I already posted this but I clicked save as draft not post😭)

I love my pink theme but sometimes I wonder if it makes people shy away from my works😓 I just wanted to hear the opinions other people

Warnings: top/dom reader + sub/bottom character + gn reader + nipple play + nipple peircings + blowjob(reader recieving) + face-fucking + bratty kaeya + a bit of degredatation + dry orgasm(kaeya)

✧ Kaeya is so pretty. There are so many ways to appreciate his beauty. From his clear brown skin, to his dazzling blue eye color, his silky and well-kept hair, to his thin waist, and his plush thighs— he was just too pretty for his own good.

✧ And Kaeya knows it. He knows his effect on you. He knows that everytime he puts a show on for you with his body, you just can't wait to give into his charm, and pounce on him

✧ But you don't want Kaeya to think that he has the upperhand in these situations, so you go about another way of dealing with him

✧ Instead, you don't touch Kaeya for days, maybe even a few weeks, and despite his calm and suave nature, he'll definitely get needy for you sooner or later

✧ Over the next few weeks, you'll still interact with with your beloved, but you won't give into his sexual advances

✧ In fact, you won't even initiate anything on your own. Just leave Kaeya hanging and needy, anticipating the next time he'll be able to feel your touch on his skin again

✧ You'll know that you've suceeded once Kaeya tells you that he's coming over to your house with a needy expression on his face

...

✧ Kaeya crawls to the space inbetween your legs, undoing the belt around your waist as you try to sit down properly

✧ You push Kaeya's head back causing him to whine. You wanted to do things a bit differently this time

✧ You pull Kaeya up off the floor and lay him on the bed facing you. Positioning yourself above him so that you were straddling his waist, you undid your belt and took your aching dick out of its confinements

✧ Kaeya whined as you began to stroke your cock; he's been waiting so long to be able to touch you and it felt like you were ust antagonizing him. You were.

✧ Once pre-cum started to build up a bit at your tip, you grabbed the lube you kept on your night stand and squirted some into your hand and began to lather you cock in it

✧ "..Please..." Kaeya whines. It feels like forever since you first started preparing yourself. Feeling sorry for him(and your dick too) you slapped your cock onto Kaeya's bare chest

✧ Immediately, Kaeya pushed his chest together to envelop you cock, and it felt heavenly

✧ The sight in front of you was one of a kind. Kaeya pushing his chest together as he gropes his own nipples, pulling at the piercings as he lets out adorable moans

✧ Everytime you would thrust up into Kaeya's chest, your tip would just brush up on his lips, but never go directly into his mouth and it drove him mad

✧ But finally, you halted your thrusting and held your lover by the jaw. "Kaeya, keep your mouth open for me."

✧ That was all Kaeya needed to hear. He held his mouth wide open for you as you plunged your cock into his mouth.

✧ Barely giving him any time to adjust, you began to thrust roughly into his throat. Kaeya's eyes rolled back as pathetic whimpers and moans were muffled by your dick

✧ Despite the harsh treatment on his throat, Kaeya still toyed with his nipples, tugging on the piercings, dragging more sinful noises out of him. Despite having his throat being absolutely destroyed, he still wanted to feel more pleasure

✧ "What a slut," you sneered, knowing he probably wouldn't even be able to understand a word you said. Kaeya only mewled as he felt the head of your cock bump his throat, fresh tears falling from his eyes

✧ Finally, you began to feel your climax approaching, quicker than usual due to your pent up horniness. "Ghh...Kaeya, I'm cumming," you panted, your eyes scrunched together. Your cum shot down his throat, painting his throat white. You pulled out so that your cum would be all over his face, creating a pretty facial

✧ Once you were finished and you opened your eyes, you immediately feasted on the sight upon you

✧ Kaeya's eyes were glazed over and unresponsive, his body twitching, his lips bruised from the abuse and his nipples were big and perky, reacting from being messed around with earlier. But something was off...

✧ Usually whenever you fucked his throat, he would cum quickly, getting off to the pain like he always does. You were surprised that he hadn't cum the whole entire time, especially since he was playing with his nipples. Not only that, but he only twitched like that whenever the aftershocks of his orgasm hit him

✧ You turned around and saw that while Kaeya's dick was still hard, tiny spurts of cum were coming out of his slit, as if they were trying their best to come out and create a proper orgasm but kept on being held back

✧ Wait. Holy shit. Did Kaeya just have a dry orgasm, you thought to yourself bewildered. No matter for now, you'd have more time to tease him about it later. For now, it was time to take care of your beloved.

Everytime a femdom!reader smut fic ends in the character flipping the reader over and going, “heh, my turn😈” an angel loses it’s wings.

Dom!GN!Reader, Sub!Scaramouche, Bottom!Scaramouche, Dildo, Feminisation, Pet Names,  Heavy Praise, Hair Pulling, Tiny Pain Kink, Size Kink, Dacryphilia. (1502 words)

Having a naked Scaramouche on your lap was really surreal. 

Scaramouche was the kind of person avoiding any kind of contact with people, whether it is physical or mental. He was so scared of abandonment that he would rather never get attached than be abandoned. He tried to get everyone away from him, but thankfully you had succeeded in getting close to him. So close to him, in fact that you were now in your bed with him naked. But obviously the fear never left him. He could barely let you leave his side. He was stuck to your side every single second of the day. You had to do everything with him. You enjoyed all this attention as you were as much obsessed with him as he was with you. But of course you were more than ready to prove to him that you would never leave him. 

Scaramouche your baby girl. He was so cute and petite. You simply could never hold yourself back when you truly saw how small he was. Everytime you would bend him over whatever surface was next to you at the time. Fucking him so hard he would end up almost passing out from the pleasure. He truly was so sensitive. But sex would not always be that. Sometimes it is making soft love to him, reassuring him that you would never leave. Or other times you would play with him and his sensitivity, his love for feminisation and always reassuring him. One thing that never changed throughout all of those times was you reassuring him. You wanted to do this as you knew he needed it and loved it.

Today you had decided to do something slightly different. You wanted to make him come as much as you could. So you had undressed Scaramouche and had him straddling your lap facing towards you. 

“You’re so pretty Baby. Fuck, you truly are amazing. Have you seen yourself, have you seen how beautiful you look Princess? ” Hearing all of this only made Scaramouche blush and whining he tried to hide in the juncture of your head and shoulder. But you quickly cradled his head in your hands and forced him to look at you. Not seeing or hearing him say anything you continued. “Don’t hide your pretty self. I wanna see all of you. Say that you're a pretty girl. Say that you know how beautiful you are.” Still holding his head you looked him in the eyes while smiling. To reassure him you started to rub your thumbs on his cheeks and waited for him to say it. You had to be patient with him or he would never do what you asked him. He was like a cat, getting spooked easily. But you knew it and were ready for him all the time. And finally you heard him very quietly say “I’m a pretty girl.” After this you quickly brought him close to you to kiss him. With one of your hands now on his nape and the other on his waist. The kiss was sweet and slow, you took your time showing how you appreciated it.

Separating to place kisses on the rest of his face. And in between the kisses you told him “Yes you are baby. The prettiest girl out here. A real princess. How could I let you go when you’re this beautiful.” You heard him pant and whine at your words. Satisfied you lowered your head to kiss his neck and brought both your hands to his ass, squeezing and kneading it. 

“Fuck, princess.. My hands are so big compared to your ass. You’re so fucking small.” This made him shudder and he moaned out your name. He let his face fall in the juncture of your neck and your shoulder, but this time you let him. 

Feeling merciful you continued what you were doing. Pulling one cheek apart from the other, to then let a finger slowly trace his hole but only slightly putting pressure. Letting it trail lower and apply pressure on his rectum to watch him squirm around. Annoyed of the movement you faintly swat at his ass with your other hand, warning him to stop. He instantly jolts and gasps, but then stops moving as much as he could with your finger still applying pressure. With your other hand, you took the relay at playing with his hole. But this time you actually push it in slowly. Sensing the resistance you took it out and reached for the lube to coat your finger and drip a bit on his hole. Scaramouche, impatient, started to whine and plead for you to hurry up. Taking it in stride you started to finger him open. Your other hand approached his neck and took a hold of his throat, putting a bit of strength in it. 

Now up to two fingers you took them out and grabbed the small dido left previously next to you on the bed. Only slightly bigger than two fingers, while not very big it was more than enough for what you had planned for him. You also knew he would like a tiny bit of pain in the beginning. He only liked pain enough to enjoy a bit of strain from the first penetration.

Pouring a bit of lube on it first, then putting it against his hole, but not pushing in just yet. You wanted to tease him a bit. So you circled the area and inserted it a bit and took it out before anything entered him. All this teasing made Scaramouche desperate, he tried pleading with you. “Reader.. Please.. I can’t anymore..” 

With that, you inserted it slowly, listening for anything wrong, but you only heard low moans of pleasure. Satisfied, you started at a very slow pace. Taking it out until only the tip remained and pushing in to press on his prostate and holding it pressed for a few seconds. You repeated this motion for a few minutes until Scaramouche started to move his lower body to make it go faster. But you quickly caught on and pushed everything in suddenly and simultaneously put much more pressure on his throat. Effectively restricting his voice and movements. This made him let out a moan that cut quickly in the middle. 

He knew that he shouldn’t have tried anything but it was too late now. So he tried to speak, to try and apologize, but you didn’t let him any time to. As soon as you pushed it back out a bit, you pushed it back in and nailed his prostate hard. Holding this pace for a minute and then completely stopping. Lightening your hold on his throat for him to take a bigger breath. Just from this short moment he already started to pant and his eyes shone a bit. You place a quick kiss on his cheek and start the brutal pace once again with your hold tightening once again.

This time you made it last a bit longer enough to hear him shriek a bit. After stopping, the hand holding his throat moved to his hair and pulled his head out of your shoulder. You saw him with a few wet traces on his face, and him panting. You loved seeing him like this, he truly looked the prettiest those moments. But you didn’t want him to get much rest so your hand started moving again. You knew he was close and wanted him to come like this so this time you continued until he finished and stopped right after. It only took a few minutes. When he came, he started screaming, his eyes closed tears spilling from them and his thighs tightened around your hips. 

Coming down from his high, his entire body shook and had small spasms. Seeing this, you took out the dildo and let your hand go, pushed his head gently in the side of your neck and started petting his hair. Your unused hand went to his side and rubbed it gently. His hands took a hold of the back of your shirt, his hold very strong, making it impossible for you to move. Not like you wanted to anyway. Staying like this for a few minutes and only stopping when you were sure he would not break down.

“Honey, can you look up please.” Scaramouche, hearing you lifted his head to look at you. You gently wiped his cheeks clean  with your thumbs and kissed him. “Come on, beautiful, I know you don’t want to move, but you have to lay down and I have to clean you up a bit.” You both slowly started to move, he turned and layed down on his back on the bed and you stood up to get a cloth and to change. Rapidly wiping him clean and then laying down with him. You took him in your arms and kissed his head a bit. “I love you, princess” Soon both of you fell asleep.

Thank you for reading! Don’t hesitate to tell me if you liked it. Also, sorry for this long break.

Dom!Gn!Reader, Sub!Hawks, Bottom!Hawks, Dildo, Riding, Wings, Feather, Dacryphilia, kinda Mean!Reader, Genital described as a dick

Sitting on the edge of your bed looking down at Hawks on the floor, you couldn’t help but smile at the scene in front of you. He was naked and bouncing on a medium sized dildo. You had asked him to do this earlier at your date, wanting to see him come in front of you without being able to touch you or you touching him. Hawks loved to always touch you, he always wanted to be close to you. Even the positions chosen in bed mirrored this. Always having him able to reach you as you fucked him. But more importantly, he struggled to come without your touch on him. When jerking off he would take an eternity to come even with you on the phone. When in intimate moments he could come at the slightless contact from you. Just you rubbing his sides would sometimes do it, or other times it would be you grazing his dick a bit. The worst would be his wings, any touch from you on his wing would make him come. You always had to be careful in public with his wings. He was dependent on your touch, so you wanted to try this. Would he be able to come? If so, after how long? Or would you have to step up to help him? Would he beg?

“I can’t do this, reader. Please, please touch me.” He whines at you as he started getting frustrated. It’s been 30 minutes that he was at it. 15 minutes of pure torture. He just wasn’t getting enough stimulation. He was so close yet so far. When he thought he was gonna cum it soon all went away with a lack of sufficient stimulation. He knew this was gonna last an eternity. But the worst of all, you were sitting over there only looking at him without ever coming closer. And you looked so good too. Still in your suit from your earlier date. You had taken the blazer off, but kept the jacket on. Since he saw you come out of the room dressed like with that suit he wanted you to fuck him. But you had come up with this stupid idea, so he had to suffer. He only needed a tiny something. Just a hand or even a finger. But everytime he asked, you would deny him and ask him to continue. He was so frustrated, dammit. But you, even after seeing that did not make even a slight twitch indicating that you would move. “Oh, you can't do it?” you responded mockingly. In response Hawks could only whine. Why were you so mean like that?

In the back of his mind, he felt a slight touch to one of his feathers. The feeling was barely there, but he looked up at you confused and saw you with it between your fingers. He recognised the feather as being one he gifted you a long time ago. He watched and felt you trace the length of it. The feeling of it gave him slight goosebumps. You were touching a part of him finally but not the right one. He couldn’t feel much with the feathers that were disconnected from his body a long time ago. It was worse than you touching him because he knew you were touching him, he felt it, but he was barely feeling anything. It was not enough. And you knew this, but simply did not care. It was actually kind of the point. So you continued. Hawks now having his eyes stuck to the feather in your hand, saw you move it towards your neck and brush it. You brushed the entirety of it with it and slowly lowered it towards your chest. Taking the time to brush each part you passed thoroughly. From your collarbones to your chest stayed there longer to play with your nipples, then your stomach and stopped there suddenly. Confused as to why you did, Hawks looked up at your face and watched as you took an obviously fake concerned expression and saw your lips starting to move. “Hawks, is something wrong? You stopped moving.” Hearing you say that he realised that yes, he had stopped moving because of what you were doing. “Oh, I’m sorry. Am I bothering you? Should I stop? It’s clearly too much for you.” Blushing at your teasing words he quickly responded a no. But you not seeing him start moving again told him “Well continue then. I don’t want to repeat myself.” Not wanting to disobey, he hurriedly started his pace again.

You stayed a few minutes watching him to make sure he would not stop again and seeing him not slowing, you continued your previous action. Moving the feather on your stomach, from your sides to your belly button to then very slowly starting to lower it. With your other hand you opened the button of your slacks and then the zipper, you then reached inside to pull out your shaft from your briefs. Taking a hold of it you started to move your hand up and down and slowly you lowered the feather on it. Teased your tip for a bit, then brushed the length of it. 

Seeing all of this hawks was really starting to get truly desperate. He realised he would have to beg sooner or later. It wasn’t fair. You were using one of his feathers to touch yourself, but he couldn’t even feel it correctly. He wanted to be the one touching you. He wanted to feel your body on him. He wanted you to touch him. For you to fuck him, jerk him off or even just caress his body a bit. It would be enough. He would be getting your touch and he would cum. But no, he had to sit there staring at you teasing yourself and him. He had to continue bouncing on this dildo who continuously hit his prostate but never was enough and his dick bouncing with the movements and sometimes hitting his stomach or the ground. But none of that was enough stimulation.

Having finally enough, he broke in small hiccups and begged “Reader, please, I’m begging. Please touch me, fuck me, anything. I just need you to touch me, please even a just a finger will do it please i’m begging you. I can’t do it. It’s not fair.” As he stopped speaking, he saw you stop your movements, lowering your hands on the bed next to you. You looked him in the eyes and smiled teasingly. Cooing at him you responded “Ooooh, It’s not fair” You laughed a bit and stood up. “Is that so, Baby. You can’t continue. You know, maybe I should touch you. I’m sorry baby, I wasn’t fair, let me rectify this.” As you spoke you walked very slowly towards him. Stopping in front of him at the end of your sentence you crouched down. Looking at him in the eyes you smiled and started to reach out towards his face. Hawks closing his eyes, was relieved you were gonna free him from this. He was finally gonna be able to cum after almost an hour. But as your hand was so close he could feel the heat from it on his cheek, you stopped. Confused, he opened his eyes and looked at you. As soon as his eyes took your face in, he whined very loudly and started to sob. You had a mischievous smirk on your face. You clearly never intended to touch him. Why were you so cruel? After all this time doing what you asked of him you could not even give him this. It was all he asked, so why. In his misery he heard you speak to him “Baby, you know I love seeing you cry. Just a little more, Hmm and I'll give it to you. Now get back to it, Hawks.” Not having realised in his state he had stopped, he as quickly as he could got back to it. 

He actually was a bit reassured by your words. You after all were more than ready to not give anything he asked. And you had already done it before. You actually liked to deny him things, he would eventually cum in those instances, but after a very long time or with difficulties and most importantly without you touching him. You really were cruel. But he suddenly remembered that you hated when he would not thank you when you did give him what he wanted. So he hurriedly responded, hoping that it wasn’t too late and that you wouldn’t deny it to him. “Thank you Reader.” Hearing this, your previously blank face lit up with a warm smile. 

You then decided that you could continue pleasuring yourself, so you did. One of your hands went up and took hold of your shaft and started to masturbate. The other one coming to rub your tip. You truly had the best scenery. Hawks bouncing up and down on a dildo, flushed from the exercise and wet tracks on his cheeks. His noises were the best too. His breathy whine and moans once in a while interrupted by a sob. He was beautiful and truly looked good crying. It was with this sight that you came into your hands. 

Coming down from your high, you heard hawks whining small ‘please’. He was pitiful and you love it. He sounded so cute right now. You felt your now softening cock twitch, but you knew you had to stop it. So for once you took pity on him and reached around him with your hand. Putting your hand on the base of one of his wings rubbing and passing your finger through the small feather there. As soon as your hand touched his feathers he practically screamed. His body shook intensely, his head falling on your shoulder while his eyes closed tight and his hands grabbed onto your other hand and squeezed so hard you winced in pain. Coming down from his high his body fell onto yours, like a puppet whose strings got cut. He layed in your arms heaving intensely after this mind numbing orgasm. You stayed there holding him through this and waiting for him to get a bit of consciousness. When he could move a bit you picked him up from the floor with your hands on his tights. As you did that you pulled the dildo out off him and kept it in your hands to wash in a minute. You carried him to the bedroom and laid him down on the bed. You quickly went to the bathroom to get a rag and you also put the dildo in the sink to wash later. Coming back you wiped him down and gave him water. As he drank you changed your clothes for pyjamas. When you turned around you saw him asleep and curled in a ball. So you went to bed with him. You wrapped your arms around his waist and pulled him closer, putting small kisses on his head and then fell asleep too.

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Dom!gn!reader, Sub!Gorou, Ears, Tail, Rubbing, Grabbing, Slight Size Kink, Mention of Breeding

Gorou really is the cutest thing out there. He had a petite stature, but it was balanced by a strong body. But the cutest of all was his dog attributes. His tail and ears. You simply couldn't help but stare. The way the fur on it shifted with the wind. The way it either perked up when talking to someone he likes or shifted in annoyance when speaking to someone he doesn’t like. The way his tail wagged when he saw something that he liked or when he would see you. The way he loses control of it whenever anything sexual happens between you. When you kiss, when you bite him, when you rub his body. The way it thumps against the sheets on your bed when you touch him or against your front when you would breed him on all fours. It truly was an alluring sight. His ears had the same charm as his tail. They would fold atop his head in moments of pleasure. And both of them were so sensitive to any kind of touch or warm breath. You would sometimes touch them briefly, but never lingered on. Well, until today that is.

As Gorou entered the front door, you raced there almost tripping more than once. You were so horny. You had not expected him to come home this early in the day. His work took most of his time, even now that the vision hunt decree has ceased. While most of it had been taken care of there was still a lot to do. And as a general, he had to foresee all of it. In response to that your homelife has been pretty bare. He would only come home at night only to eat and sleep. You barely had time to even speak so thinking of more was impossible. But you simply could not stop yourself from fantasising about him. You just loved to fuck him. He was so small and cute. The perfect size for you to breed him. And he was so cute in those times that you couldn’t help yourself. So today’s fantasy was about his tail and ears. You realised you had never really worshipped them enough. But you knew he would not deny you as he would with anyone else. Now that you thought about it everytime you grazed his ears he would always make noises. Maybe he was sensitive. This thought only spurred you more into this fantasy. So when he came home earlier today you saw an opportunity. 

Gorou startled at seeing you run to the front door. He looked confused as to why you were running. His ears standing up in attention. Looking at you with those precious blue eyes. But the surprise quickly left and was replaced by happiness at having you in front of him. You saw his ears perk up and his tail start to wag quickly. Looking at those you were reminded as to why you rushed here and rapidly advanced to him. You smiled warmly at him and brought your hand to his cheek. Your thumb rubbing his cheeks. He leaned into it and closed his eyes. Your free hand moved to his waist and rubbed here too. Placing a quick kiss to his lips you spoke up, “I missed you baby. You don't know how much I wanted to see you. I wanted to hold you close. Fuck baby, you don’t know what you do to me. ” Gorou hearing this lowered his head in embarrassment and you could see some red tint to his cheeks. But you were mostly captivated by his ears. They had lowered too. You really wanted to reach out and rub them. And you decided right there that you would. So you slowly started by placing kisses on his forehead and continued higher to his hair, creeping closer to his ears. As your breath tickled one of his ears from how close you were to it, you felt him slightly tense and let out a small breath. Continuing your way and arriving at the base of it you put a kiss there. You then slowly brought your lips to the tip of it and closed your lips around it. You continued hastily by sucking it a bit. Immediately hearing a high pitch whine come from Gorou. You could also feel his whole body shake, so you took your hand still on his cheek and brought it to his nape to rub it slowly. You then held him tighter and closer to you to bring him comfort. Continuing with your previous action, you added your tongue on it. Not sensing any kind of resistance from him you took the other ear in your hand and started to rub it. Starting from the tip then slowly descending to the base of it. Underneath Gorou had started to shake badly and you could hear him breathing heavily all the while letting whines out. You did think they would be sensitive as he let nobody touch it, but seeing him react like that with a very small touch really surprised you. Of course it also aroused you more.

Deciding to move to his tail, the hand touching his ear and the one on his nape were slowly lowered first to his ass. And started to rub it a bit. Feeling this Gorou let out a higher whine arching in your touch. You continued the rubbing, but then added some kneading. His ass was so cute. It was small and fitted perfectly in both hands. While as small as it was, it was all muscle thanks to his work and hobby of rock climbing. You loved to grab it and squeeze it. It always brought moans out of him. You stayed like this for a while, just rubbing his ass and sucking on his ear. From up there you could see his tail wagging non stop. It looked so fluffy and well groomed. You briefly wondered if he had taken care of it today.

Not being able to resist, your hands took a hold of the tip of his tail and stopped the movement. Instantly Gorou moaned loud and tried to bring one of his hand to his mouth to muffle the sounds but you swiftly took a hold of his wrist and told him “Don’t hide your pretty noise baby. You know I like hearing you. I like knowing that you enjoy what I’m doing.” Having said that, you let his hand go.  He quickly brought it and his other to your shirt and clenched it tightly. Coming back to his tail, you rubbed the tip a bit and felt how soft the fur was. It was one of the softest thing you ever felt, it was amazing. Moving your hand closer to the base of it you felt Gorou shake much more and all his whine turned into moan. You realised that this was the same way he would react when close to an orgasm. How sensitive was he? You were now determined to make him cum like this.

As your hand closed around the base of his tail, he moaned very loudly and squirmed around. You felt him squeeze his thigh and grip your shirt much tighter, you were kind of worried that he would rip it. But feeling him so close to his orgasm you rubbed harder at the base of his tail and brought your other hand to his ear. All of this pleasure almost overwhelmed him. It felt like so much. Almost too much. He didn’t know what to do, but simply stayed here and took it, while desperately moaning. It was the first time someone touched it and for it to also be in this context with you was a lot. He desperately tried to squeeze his thigh for some relief, but it didn’t work. He was getting frustrated, he wanted you to touch him more. His orgasm was so close yet so far. 

He finally felt you suddenly bite down on his ears. As the slight tingling registered he shouted in ecstasy. He shouted your name. His orgasm was intense. His eyes rolled in the back of his skull, his ears twitched and finally his legs gave out and you and him fell on the ground of the entrance. Both of you stayed there a little while to give him the time to calm down. You had taken both your hands back to his waist and had released the hold of your mouth. Holding him through it you felt his shaking significantly lessen and his panting stopped too. Seeing him more aware you tried speaking to him “Baby? Are you ok? ” Gorou responded by nodding. So you continued “You were so good baby. Thank you for letting me do this. ” Punctuating this by kissing his face gently. “I know this was a lot, but we gotta get you to a soft surface. Sorry for doing this in the entrance, but I couldn’t wait. ” Not waiting for an answer you lifted him and walked toward your bedroom and let him down gently on the bed. You undressed him and changed him into pyjamas. Taking the time to wipe him down. As you finished, you took a bottle of water and gave it to him. You saw him drink from it as you layed down next to him and took him in your arms. Both of you, falling asleep like this.

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Top!gn!reader, Dom!gn!reader, Bottom!Leona, Sub!Leona, genital described as a dick, breeding kink, belly bulge, degradation kink, edging, begging, hair pulling kink, asphyxiation, feminisation, anal sex, rough sex, biting, restraints, spit, kinda blood kink, kinda masochist Leona

“What the fuck did you just say?” You spat at him angrily. You looked like you were gonna tear him apart. Leona seeing this reaction to his words only got excited and he decided to add to it more. “You heard me. I should probably find another herbivore to fuck me.” As the words started to leave his mouth you slowly made your way to him not unlike a predator approaching their prey. Your pace, relatively slow but confident. Your face not showing any emotions. For the exception of your eyes, burning with fury. You continued your way around the table towards the sofa. “Seeing as you keep doing a bad job at it. Or maybe I should fuck them.” He continued still excited but progressively more fearful. He resented that emotion, you’re just a herbivore, he shouldn’t be feeling fear. You should be the one scared. He was the predator. As you arrived to him, on the sofa, you stopped in front of him. You stared  down at him and did not say a single word. You simply waited for him to say more. Either an excuse or provoking words. Not that either would change the outcome. 

Leona, seeing you not responding, started to realised that hat he was fucked. He really had done it. But he honestly kinda didn’t care. He was nervous but the excitement overbalanced it. He knew you were gonna get rough and he loved it. So he continued. “What is it? You know I’m right so you can’t respond. Is that what’s happening? I guess I really should go find someo-ack” Shutting him up by slamming your hand on his throat and starting to apply pressure. He really had the knack to make you angry. You applied pressure and pushed his head on the back of the sofa, while shuffling closer. “I knew you were a slut but, fuck Leona. It’s worse than I thought. Is that the only thing you can think of, getting fucked. Said all of this because you want me to fuck you, right? What a pervert you are.” Leona only grew hornier by what you were saying and your hand. He tried to shift a bit to relieve the ache in between his legs, but you quickly put a stop to it by putting pressure on it with your foot. Not expecting this he couldn’t suppress the loud moan that spilled out. He thought that you would move your foot a bit but was proven wrong. You just let it rest here and continued speaking. “See, you’re such a slut, moaning because of my foot. Well you know what Leona, I am gonna fuck you. I’m gonna fuck you so hard you won’t be able to think of anything else than my cum in you. I hope that when tomorrow you won’t be able to walk correctly, you’ll know to think before speaking. Now be a good slut and shut the fuck up.”

You took your foot off him and pulled him up by the hand still on his throat and then quickly slammed him back down now on his front taking your hand off. Then forced his legs apart and stood between them behind his back. Wanting to see what you would do next, Leona turned his head to the side and demanded of you to hurry up. Seeing and hearing this you put your hand on his head and pushed it deeper in the fabric of the sofa while telling him “I told to shut fuck up you dumb bitch. Sluts are only good to be quiet and take what I give them.”   With your other hand , you reached to his front and started taking his belt off and brought it back to tie his hands with. You then opened the buttons of his shirt and shuffled it down. Looking at the bare skin of his back you started to kiss it softly at first. But you rapidly started to bite roughly, making him gasp in pleasure. You were tempted to bite him so hard he would bleed. And you did, tasting blood in your mouth was disgusting but thinking of the mark being left behind aroused you. Adding on to that the sound of Leona moaning, almost screaming really made this whole thing very dangerous. Pulling away from the wound, you saw the blood falling down his back. Leaving behind a trail of pink. You bent down to lick it off.

Continuing you let your hands roam around the expense of his front. You caressed all that you could reach. From his neck to his torso and his nipples that you twist a bit earning a groan out of him. You continued down his stomach and stayed there a bit, arriving at his waist you let your hands grip tight at it and really enjoy the feeling of it. Keeping your hands here, you moved closer to his ass. You pressed yourself to it and rubbed your dick on it. Leona feeling this but not satisfied enough, growled at you. Hearing this you immediately took strands of his hair and pulled hard while warning him to shut up or you wouldn't let him cum. The pulling got rewarded by a high pitched moan turning into whine after hearing your words. Satisfied you started to move your hands closer to his zipper and unzipped it. Taking his pants off him, you continued by brushing your fingers on his shaft covered by his boxers. Starting by circling his head then trail it down to his balls squeezing them a bit. Barely any pressure was applied frustrating Leona by the lack of contact. He decided to press forward onto your hand to get more of the friction. Or maybe you would get annoyed by him and really start to fuck him. But knowing his train of thoughts you let your hand fall off his shaft. Now awaiting Leona’s words and you quickly heard him say “No, fuck, reader, please just please i’m begging you just touch me, fuck me please.” Extremely satisfied with this for now but still surprised as you did not expect him to beg just yet. You put your hand back fully on him this time. Rubbing him through his boxers fully now and biting at his neck too. Your other hand came to his backside and rubbed the whole surface. Swiftly striking it once, then twice and thrice. Each strike brought a moan out of him but as you continued the moan got higher than the previous. Stopping to listen to his sounds, he was now breathing heavily and whining a bit too. He sounded delightfull, he was starting to sound wrecked. But it was only the beginning. 

You took his boxers off and grabbed hold of both cheeks. You kneaded the skin and pulled both of them apart. Your thumb started to softly rub his hole and tried to breach it. Not being able to, you knew you needed lube so you spit on his hole and started to push your index in. You slowly pushed it in, knuckle by knuckle;. You were able to fit the entirety of it. You the tried to slowly move it around. Following the other finger you tried one more and started to scissor him. In the meantime, his breathing started to sound much heavier and whinier. Now able to fit the third finger in, you purposely missed his prostate. Feeling Leona pushing back on your finger and truly whine now. To put a stop on this you struck his ass once on both sides. He screamed out a moan as his backside was now highly sensitive and stopped his movements. Now finished prepping him, you took out your finger. Behind him you opened your pants and took out your cock, spitting on it to lubricate it. You aligned it to his hole and pushed in quickly and just as quickly started moving, knowing he liked the pain brought from this. Leona moaned loud at this and bent his back more to make it hit prostate. You then took a hold out of his hair and pulled hard making him bent his back and rising a bit from the sofa. Bringing his back to your front and switching your hold from his hair to his neck and applied pressure. 

“Fuck Leona if you keep moaning like that I might just fuck a pup into you.”Hearing you tell him this really sealed the deal for him. He quickly cumed at the tough of you, filling him with cum and impregnating him. Cum spurted out of cock and hit the sofa. Your hips moving unforgivingly fast and hitting Leona’s sensitive ass in the process making his moans louder. Your brutal pace not stopping once and continued to hit his prostate dead on. All Leona could think now was your cock sliding in and out of his hole. He was gonna have your seeds in his hole and get pregnant. You switched your hold to him and you took your hand off his neck and put it on his belly. As you did, you felt a bulge there. Touching it a bit you realised what it was and told him ”Look slut, your so fucking small that I’m re-arranging your insides. I’m molding your insides with my cock.” Hearing this he looked down and saw it. His eyes rolled back and he now screamed. It made everything much more real. Feeling him tense up you knew another orgasm was coming. “Soon you’ll have my fucking kids in here. You’ll like that right slut. I’ll make you have my kids then I’ll fuck you again and again. You’ll have no time to think of others. I’ll never let you go. My own fucking slut, no one else.” With that Leona came hard on your cock splitting him apart. He screamed and tensed all over. Soon his whole body began shaking and you felt his hole squeeze around your cock. Feeling yourself come you quickly bite his shoulder hard and came in him. Coming down from your orgasm you felt him go boneless. You rapidly held him by his sides and took him off your cock. You tried to talk to him, but heard nothing. Realising he had fainted you set him on the sofa and took the belt off his hands. You then started to strip him and carried him to the bedroom. Putting him on the bed you left to get a rag, some water and some cream for his wrist. After putting the water on the nightstand, you wiped him down and applied a bit of the cream then put him under the covers. You stripped too, and layed next to him. Putting one of your arms around him and the other went in his hair, slowly caressing it. You finally slowly drifted to sleep.

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Dom!gn!reader, Sub!Xiao daddy kink(reader receiver), heavy praise, feminisation, a lot of nicknames, hickies, overstimulation, Vibrator, biting, just very pure

Xiao came for the first time tonight. His hands held tightly to the sheets, his back arching sinfully and his feet curling of pleasure. He slowly came down from his high, moaning and whining your name “Reader..thank you-aah..thank you”. The last spurt of cum hits his chest and calms down a bit.

However, he soon realised the vibrations had not stopped, they continued to torture him. He quickly tried pleading with you in hopes of you stopping “ Daddy..ahng..please I-I can't ahng..please I already came please” But you did not stop too engrossed in how beautiful he sounded begging. You wanted to hear him whine every second of the day, but sadly you couldn’t, so you turned towards what you do instead. You simply demanded one more from him“Baby, I know you can do it. Come on, you're doing so well already. You sound so fucking good Babygirl, Just one more, Ok?” Hearing this, he could only whine and prepared himself for several more minutes of this. 

Seeing no more protest from him you shifted from your place on the side right of the bed to sit behind his head, with your tights bent at the knee on either side of his head. You relaxed your back on the headboard, put your hands under his and gently removed his hold on the sheets, replacing it with your hands. He responded by immediately tightening his grip and moaning a bit louder. You knew he adored having you holding him, especially holding hands. He always found comfort from it in those moments of torture. As his second orgasm slowly approached you started to tenderly place small and very light kisses on his face. Starting from his hair, then his forehead, his nose, his cheeks and finally his lips. While constantly encouraging him and praising. “You’re so pretty like that Baby girl. You’re doing so good. Just let yourself go. Let all those pretty noises out. You know I love to hear you. You’re really my perfect little princess, right Xiao. Come one you’re almost there.” Your words only making him moan and whine louder. But your lips muffled all his pretty little noise. The kiss while very gentle and sweet on your side was much more desperate and messy from his.

As he felt himself slowly edging closer to his orgasm he ask hastily “Please, please, please..can I c-um..please..I don't-ahng.. think i can hold it..Daddy” Body already tensing in a very beautiful arch that made you want to just grab his waist and hold very tight in hope of seeing very pretty bruise all over it. But you held back, knowing now to not be the right moment. You responded to his request by accepting “You can Baby girl. You’ve been so good giving me one more. God, you don’t know what you do to me Xiao. You’re so fucking sexy right now. Here you go darling, just let go.” Letting go, Xiao tightened his hold on your hands, nearly cutting your blood flow. But you just continued to hold him. His back more arched than ever, his tights closing tightly and his feet digging in the sheet. Closing his eyes firmly, he threw his head back. The only sound coming out of him was a quiet whine that only seemed to grow as his orgasm neared the end. You continued the encouragement and praise helping him get through it. Slowly coming back to awareness, he could only whine and moan loudly with overstimulation seeing as you had yet to stop the vibrator. “Daddy..” he whined desperately, his body had yet to untense completely. Hearing his plea, you only cooed and responded “I know Honey, it’s a lot. But you can do it, right, one last time. Truly, this time. You just look and sound too good like this, how can I not? Be a good girl and give it to me.” Hearing this he only voiced more whines of “I can’t” and “Please” But he did not voice his safeword once so you continued.

Continuing your trail of light kisses to his neck, you passed by the underside of his ears and continued down. You started to suck hickies and closely behind you bit down, all over the free space. You wanted to see his neck marked with marks from you. You wanted others to look at him and only see traces of you on him. You wanted to yell to the world that he was yours. So you spend a long time littering his skin with red marks that would fade to a very pretty purple. Xiao, overwhelmed, could only try to push on your chest for mercy, but his strength was failing him. He could only express vocally how sensitive he already was “Fuck-Daddy..I can’t…anhg..I feel like im gonna die..pleease no more”. Sadly for him you did not listen at all lost in your own head about how beautiful he would look after all this. 

Satisfied with your work you then started your descent towards his nipples. Along the way you could not resist biting and sucking some more on his shoulders and collarbone. Lost in the pleasure, Xiao had abandoned all effort of protest in favour of simply moaning louder. You, now arriving at his small and pretty nipple, took one softly in your mouth and gently circled the nub with your tongue. Then came off to slowly breath air on it, hearing Xiao let out a very loud whine at this. You continued by putting more force in your action by biting and twisting it between your lips. Of course, not forgetting the other one, you took one of your hand still holding Xiao’s one and started twisting it. Xiao had truly stopped trying to stop and simply basked in the Pleasure of it all. 

As you heard Xiao’s moan becoming breathier and more frequent you knew you were approaching the end of it. As he once again started to beg for release you granted it to him and leaned back to look at him. You wanted to see him come undone. Seeing him not being embarrassed by your stare, too lost in his pleasure to be. Not forgetting encouragement and praise, you relished in the truly beautiful sight he painted right now. His tights closed so tight you could see the muscles in it started to shake and barely see the head of his small cock. He had crossed his ankles, curled his toes and had folded his legs higher on his body. His back still arched, but his arms tensing tried to curl closer to his body and you let him. His head was thrown back, his eyes rolled back and his mouth open in a silent scream. Watching him so lost in his pleasure pushed you over the edge and you came too. 

As quickly as both of your orgasm ended you cut the vibrator off and let it fall on the ground next to the bed. Xiao seemed lost in a daze and only came around several minutes later. He slowly looked up and saw you smiling warmly at him and telling him ”you did so good my baby. You were so good. God, look at you. You’re perfect, so fucking perfect for me Baby. I’m gonna clean you really quickly baby.” Yu tried to get him to release his hold on your hand to do as you said, but he only whined in protest “Baby I’m gonna need my hand, alright. You can have it back after.” He released his hold, but not without a bit of pouting. You then quickly but gently put his hand on the bed and reached on the nightstand to get the rag and the water bottle previously put here. You had to be very careful seeing as you only had one hand available but you managed. Finishing wiping him down you threw the rag next to the bed and tried to get him to drink water. Succeeding, you put the bottle back on the furniture and asked to move him “Baby, Xiao, I'm gonna have to let go of your other hand so I can move us around. I’ll do it as quickly as I can alright.” Completely letting go of your hand, Xiao let himself be manhandled on his side, higher on the bed. You then took some of your clothing off and moved to lay in front of him on your side too. You put the cover over you both and gave one of your hands back to him. He quickly latched onto it, brought it to his cheek and closed his eyes while saying “I love you” hearing this you responded warmly “I love you too Xiao” Finally, you put your hand on the small of his back and pulled him closer and closed your eyes too.

Thank you for reading! Sorry if there is any mistake this is not my mother tongue. Don’t hesitate to tell me if you liked it.

Hello

Hi, I’m Anba, I’m 20 and go by He/Him

MDI (but if you do, it’s not my responsibilities what you find)

I write NSFW stories with a Dom!Reader / Top!Reader and Sub!Fictional Characters. It’s probably always gonna be GN!Reader. And I do not write about real people.

I don’t take requests, because I don’t think I'll be able to be inspired. You can send me thirsts or ideas, I’ll maybe do a story about it if I like it, but do not get your expectations up.

I Like a lot of Characters and Shows so I can’t give you a list. But expect a bit of everything.

I Do not write: Watersports, Scat, Abuse, Ageplay, Race play, and violent and brutal things. Bottom or Sub reader? Threesome, Underage characters.

 Do not expect me to post a lot, I write when I feel like it. Please don’t copy to other sites. All in all, be respectful and enjoy. 

Bark like you want it

IPC superior/richer Male reader X sub! Lyndon Skott (HSR) smut because my type in men are pathetic idiots for some reason.

NSFW under the cut, no extra tags, enjoy

It's a bit pitiful, the man that's currently fucking himself on your dick would never have though he'd be moaning like a bitch in heat whilst in his superior's office.

Lyndon Skott met you in Aurum Alley of all places, when you spoke (more like scolded) him for ruining the IPC's public image with his stupid stunt. You might have been a little too mean with your comments, since he did start crying a little, so you took it into your own hands to buy him a drink or two...

Now flash forward a few months, you think you might've accidentally acquired a very bratty, very noisy little sugar baby. One that seems desperate to get a good fuck, but has so big of an ego he refuses to let you do the fucking unless you bend him in half.

He always tries to ride your dick, but he always ends up with his knees weak, his hole aching from his own slow and inexperienced pacing. He tries to lift his pretty little hips up but ends up losing strength in his legs, letting your dick fill his tight hole as he falls onto it.

You don't really mind this slow pacing of him fucking himself on your dick and failing most of the time, his whines and pretty moans makes up for the pacing. Plus, you do get to tease the man, stroking his dick while matching the pace where he fucks himself into you, overstimulating him and watching his pretty little dick twitch as you mark up his shoulder and neck, watching him cum from you hands as you suddenly speed up when he was trying to catch his breath...

When he finally gets tired of riding you, you get to pound him hard into the sheets. Putting his legs onto your shoulder and letting your dick press against his prostate, make him moan like a bitch, or if you're feeling mean you can ask him bark. He cries and whines about how you're so mean, letting him suffer a while ago and fucking him so hard when he's so tired, he's absolutely spent, he can't cum again, he really can't!

You make him cum so much he dry cums as you finally fill him up, the white substance already piled up on his stomach as he came multiple times when you had him in the breeding position, his dick twitching and he squirms as much as he can under you but he's so drained he can't even cum properly. Maybe if you're feeling particularly horny, he might suck you off while you press your feet against his limp dick, overwhelming his senses while he chokes on your cock, he's so fucked out of his mind he lets you rough him up however you like.

Of course, you have to treat him to a long, nice bath with expensive candles burning to get rid of the smell of sex. And of course you have to treat him to good food, you did fuck the brains out of the man. And yes, you do take him shopping, he wants new sunglasses. He's your bratty little sugar baby now, treat him well and maybe he'll let you fuck him against the mirror. Maybe.

Anyone interested in mirror fucking? Idk, maybe I'll continue this when I'm stressed out and need a punching bag. I love whiny men.

Self indulgent, Pre-release Mr Reca thoughts (and hopefully prayers for me, because this man makes me salivate.)

Nsfw don't like don't read

This is filthy as hell.

Pet play, dacryphilia, and probably a few more I hadn't think of yet, this is a wild ride

I wanna make this man whimper so hard you have no fucking idea, this man makes me feral. I want to see him on the floor like a dog for me just augghhhhhhhhhh

Anyways.

Mr Reca with pet play. You saw the trailer, you will see the vision. Crazy director man who probably has a thing for controlling things because of his personality (maybe) or profession? Sign me the fuck up. I want to see this twink with a collar and leash. I want to fuck him hard and make him whimper and call him a pathetic little puppy. I want to make him wear a tail plug.

Or, alternatively, make him hump my shoe while he wears some fluffy dog ears. I see him as a dog boy, I have no idea why, but he gives possessive dog boy vibes. Bear with me here. Make him a custom collar or thigh straps with your name on it. I mean he already has them in his daily outfit, it would just make sense y'know?

Mr Reca with dacryphilia because I like my men crying and in pain. That thing about men whimpering and whining being hot is my whole personality when I'm reading fics, that is my vanilla, let's go. I want to see this pretty man crying while I suck him dry, I want to kiss his tears away while I prevent him from coming over and over. And by gods above I want to see this man full on bawling after all the overstim. Kiss away the tears because I'm soft like that.

Mr Reca but we tie him up with his straps. Why does one man need that many straps anyways? Or hell, his jacket thing works too, that shit def looks hot if he wore it without a shirt underneath like the back is 80% open, it covers nothing but it's giving everything fr. Y'all think we can hang him up with just his straps? Fuck him hard while he's up?

Mr Reca but we def filming, I shit you not that is the thing that started this post. Use his phone, your phone, do it on a private Livestream for yourself, use his freaking cameras, do it on set let's goooooooooo. I wanna watch him write his scripts as we fuck, let him sit on your dick if you can, if not cockwarm him instead. We winning no matter what. Make that man struggle and whimper, we ✨love✨ whimpering men in this house. If he feels generous maybe he'll let us wrap him up with his film tape of him being fucked and takes pictures with it. He probably won't though, but he'll probably keep them~♡ I wanna see him drool on camera so I can zoom in on his face and take pictures of it.

Mr Reca and a breeding kink???? A height difference and size kink??? I can see this going both ways. I feel like it's less breeding kink, and more he likes the feeling of cum. How to explain this? No clue. But I just think he would. Let him suck you off or eat you out, get his face wet~

For the size/height kink I think it goes both ways. I think he doesn't really care if you're smaller than him or bigger than him, he just likes it y'know? Maybe you're smaller than him but you can fuck his brains out. Maybe you're tall enough you can lift him up and fuck him against the wall without his feet touching the floor. ✨Just difference in general✨ baby. Bonus points too if you're big, I feel like he'll enjoy getting squished. Doesn't matter if you're masc or femme leaning and/or presenting, he likes getting squished.

And I hadn't really started on the real size kink idea yet, damn. Okay, size kink when he sees his stomach having a bulge as you fuck him. We love a skinny twink. I think he would see it and his mind would just go blank, like, "what the fuck, you're that big" kinda thing. Strap on or not, I think the surprise factor of seeing it is something he likes.

Mr Reca with mirrors. Listen. Trust me. Mirrors. I just love watching this unhinged man get his mind fogged by pleasure. This is a thing I love. I wanna see his face and watch him cry and watch him struggle. We've seen how deranged this man is in the trailer, now let's fuck him up literally so we can see his face more. Do it against those big, wall length mirrors you see in dancing studios if he's working on a musical or something. Do it in one of his trailers while he's out filming on set, bonus if it's not even room and we just press him against a random ahh mirror in a random trailer for costume and makeup.

I blame the unhinged energy today on my exams.

Hope you enjoyed? Well, technically I wrote this for myself but, sure. Posting this for funsies.

I am in so much pain rn, my stomach hurts, my head hurts, and my throat is dry, but here we are.

In the spirit of kinktober, my absolute exhaustion and my want for more subby nerds, I present to you... This monstrosity

Younger!Boss Male reader X older!Nerd Colleague.

NSFW work, don't like don't read 👍

Light dacryphilia, Semi public (? Idk they bang after hours), overstim, getting caught 👀

Nerd Colleague who likes to play games, his office cubicle is literally decorated with mini figurines of his favorite characters, he would play online multiplayer games with the younger employees, he would teach them tricks and all the hidden things to find.

Nerd Colleague who's older than you by a few years, but you're his boss because you founded this company yourself. He talks to you like you're just a teen, but treats you with respect as well. It's kinda funny to see him fumble a little when you walk up to him looking serious as hell, but start asking him about games.

Nerd Colleague, who helps the new employees whenever they have a problem. You see him patting some guys back and feeling a little bit jealous, you would walk up to them and start a conversation. You're basically scaring the new employee away, but hey, at least your favourite man in the office is talking to you about a new update he's excited about.

Nerd Colleague, who gets confused why the younger employees are calling him the "office mom" and you the office dad. You also notice someone is shipping you two, you have your own little office Fandom. You tell your colleague not to care too much, just kids being kids.

"you're calling us kids when you're barely five years older than us?"

"then stop calling me dad"

"hell no, I'm not living in a divorced household. Stay with mom"

Nerd Colleague, who fell asleep at his desk one day, and ended up being the only one left... Except you were also there. Just, kinda watching him?

Nerd Colleague chuckles at you, gesturing for you to come over so he could give you a little kiss on the forehead.

I mean, just sayin, the new employees might call the two of you their parents, but the fact they didn't manage to figure out you two are actually dating was funny to the both of you.

Nerd Colleague who is also freaky. You both are, you match each other's freak really well. He wore a tie to work today for the fact he wants you to use it on him. In the office.

Nerd Colleague, who is a brat. Brattiest brat you have ever met. Constantly complaining about how he has more stamina then you dispute being older.

You prove him wrong later, after making him cum on himself so much his mind goes mush. You barely even needed to do anything with his cock and he's already leaking. You don't even need to get his pants off to feel it getting a bit wet ♡

Nerd Colleague gets tied up with his own tie but not in the way he expected. It's around his tip so he wouldn't get to come that easily, while your own tie was the one around his wrists.

Nerd Colleague who instantly stops being a massive brat, begging so nicely for you to release the tie on his dick.

Nerd Colleague who starts crying asking you to take off the damn tie. You don't, but you do give him little kisses to clear those tears away. He whimpers and complains about the "harsh" treatment you're giving him.

Nerd Colleague who finally gets to cum. And then you pick up the pace again, without giving him time to recover. He cries even more now, calling you unfair, you don't even bother, you're content on watching his tears fall down his pretty face as his eyes roll back from the pleasure.

Nerd Colleague who limps to your car. Complaining all the way there because you fucked him too hard. it's fine though, he did say he would get his revenge back home. You hope that revenge is as fun as what just occurred in the office.

...

"... I hate my job."

"Not my damn fault you forgot your phone, dumbass. At least we do know they're definitely mom and dad now."

"it's giving 'self fulfilling prophecy vibes', y'know? Calling them our parents and they end up banging?"

Vinny's extra notes :

Ngl I don't have anything planned for kinktober, this one is very light in terms of content. Might do a MHA fic, something like Shigaraki X reader or Dabi x reader if I feel like it. Should I do monster fucking? I feel like I should. Or something with sub Mr Reca when he comes out (my unfinished symphony ahh looking man). I love myself some mentally unhealthy men.

So I'm back from the dead, yippee! Now here's a word dump of how I wanna bang a big bad evil guy.

Sub! Villain X Hero Reader (male aligned, but no gendered terms used)

Not grammar checked, Smut at the end<3

Mean Villain, who was a monster of the hero's own creation. Perhaps the hero was a friend he fought with, an ex lover, or just rivals that went too far. But they both know there's no turning back when they meet again at a battle field.

Mean Villain who enjoys annoying and pissing off the hero. A habit that carried over the years from whatever past they had. He just loved seeing the hero so riled up, so mean and angry and how the hero's muscles would tense from the taunts.

Mean Villain, who tried to get the upper hand every time he fought the hero by doing surprise attacks, usually ending up getting thrown and pushed against the wall because the hero literally just swings them to the nearest surface they can and pins them down.

Mean Villain who enjoyed it a little too much, having to bite the hero so he could squirm away, hoping to whatever god that exists the hero didn't see how red his face was. He spent an embarrassing amount of time to spend that energy on his hard-on and accidentally moaned the Hero's name, accidentally moaning it too much.

Mean Villain not noticing that the hero had bugged him, a voice recorder was on his villain outfit just laying on the floor

Mean Villain, hiding his emotions as best as he could, wondering why the hero looked so flustered when they met again.

Confused villain who doesn't understand why this is happening. He has never had thoughts this horrendous about the hero. How the hero's hand could slide against his pecs so nicely, and squeeze his chest while the hero's fingers plunged deep inside.

Confused villain who wakes up hard like a freaking teen and gets so embarrassed that whatever evil plan of the day gets cancelled. His lackeys were so confused why their boss was throwing darts at a picture of the hero while mumbling how about how hot he was.

"Think boss lost it." "No shit Sherlock, but at least we have an off day".

*cues to unholy screeching and shouting, where the villain complains about the hero's body being too big and stuttering once he thinks about what else would be big*

Confused villain who found the hero ending patrol one day, and the hero looked so pissed while getting ready to fight. The villain accidentally complements the hero, leaving the two of them absolutely mortified. The villain ran with the hero chasing after him, trying to get answers.

Confused villain, who accidentally entered a rival villain's territory. Taken by surprise and captured, locked in a warehouse without his suit, wearing whatever rags were prepared by the henchman. Terrified about the fact that the territory he was in was of a hostile competitor, someone who would kill the villain if given the chance.

Confused villain who blacked out. Tied to a chair and beaten all over, they might be strong but this was on another level... He could hear a loud crash as his vision faded and his mind went numb, he pleads to whatever higher power that existed that we would be saved.

Recovering Villain, sleeping so prettily on the hero's bed.. he woke himself up when he fell onto the floor, the hero was quick to check on him, leaning down so close that their lips were almost touching.

Recovering villain who said "fuck it, we ball" and kisses the hero first, while the hero deepens the kiss to the surprise of the villain, who whimpered as the hero started squeezing his body like how he would in his dreams.

Pretty villain thrown back onto the bed, wearing an oversized sweater of the hero and looking so cute~ He writhes his body as the hero touches him so delicately, kissing all the little places where his healed injuries were, worshipping this tattered, broken body so softly.

Pretty villain who cries as the hero picked up the pace, he could feel the hero's fingers so deep inside him, cute little huffs coming from his mouth as he tries to hide his place with the hero's pillow.

Pretty villain, whose body gets folded into a mating press as the hero slipped into him. His pretty little hole was squeezing down so nicely, his face with tears streaming down was just angelic. The hero's constant murmurs of encouragement makes the villain cry even more. It was so gentle, so deep, so good~

Pretty villain who moans so loud, moving his hips just so the hero could reach deeper, getting off to the fact that he likes being pampered and praised. His eyes rolling up as he could feel the hero's hand on his dick, preventing him from coming over and over.

Pretty villain who lost count how many times he's come, how many positions they were in, just laying on the bed with his thighs on the hero's shoulder. The villain couldn't mumble out a single coherent sentence, but he fills the air with short breaths and pleads. Blurting out about how big and deep the hero was, how he wanted to get filled up so nicely.

Pretty villain who wakes up next to the hero cuddling him, as he starts to annoy the hero again, asking to be pampered. Something's just never change.

Exam stress got me tripping, here's some words.

Hot Summers

NSFW below, empty blogs dni.

Sub male x Dom reader (male aligned, can be read as strap.)

Dancing in the night, with the city far away as the noises of the cars get drowned out by waves. You danced, hand in hand, to the sound of water crashing onto the sand. A fleeting summer dream, made at the beach.

His hand in yours, your eyes on him. Slow breathes from the corners of your mouth, his little stutters as he demands you to handle him rougher, move a little faster even though minutes before he was yelping so loud. Screaming as he came on your hand, arching his back, pushing himself further onto you, such a sweet boy he is, so pretty and good for you. If the neighbours were home they'd file a noise complaint with how loud your lovely boy moans for you.

He tells you to bite him, mark him all over, push him over the edge. His soft little whimpers as you hit that sweet spot over and over has him screaming bout how deep you are. He cries about how mean you are when you stop, edging him till he kicks his feet at you, demanding you to Keep. Moving. Damnit.

Such a little brat he is sometimes, but it's the last day of the summer. Better enjoy the heat before the cold settles in~♡

I don't know what possessed me to write but here goes. Not beta read.

Nsfw Warning

Sub! GN! Character x GN! Reader (can be read as a strap)

"What's next?"

It's a question that's been in your mind for a long while.

Graduating college, finding a job and all that is nice, but where to next?

A lover? A friend? Or did you need something else? Or nothing at all?

But with them underneath you, panting your name like a prayer, repeating over and over, you quickly focus on the cute face beneath you instead. Their legs trembles as they weakly wrap their thighs around your waist, they drool and arched their back just for you. They moan and whimper as you ram into them, shaking the bed a little, they start mumbling about how full they felt as drool slips from the corners of their puffy lips.

They're so good for you, so pretty with their hair spread on the pillow like a halo, your pretty little angel.

Who cares for a lover, friend or whatever. You have an angel beneath you, and perhaps they're all you need right now.

I can't believe I wrote this :)))))) anyways, I don't have a schedule, I don't really take coms and basically write when I feel like it so yea

my grades are going to shit and it’s all this app’s fault

The way I want & need to fuck an old man (help @nvllxiety you infected me)

Humiliated and embarrass him by bending him over and breed him as someone younger. He’s just so ashamed to be the bottom when it’s normally the other way around. But god does it feel good, all the shame and pleasure is just too good to not indulge in!

Normally he gets all the respect from you and others, since he has a higher position and more experience, but now he’s whimpering and moaning on your dick, begging you to be more gentle, all while you are whispering dirty names into his ear. That’s so disrespectful, stop it, he might cry… that’d be even more embarrassing no? You wouldn’t want to see an older guy cry would you?— he’s absolutely beautiful when he cries

He isn’t in his best shape anymore, so don’t be so rough! Please be more careful, or you might break him! If you keep going so fast, you’ll blow his back! How could you make an old man like him arch so much? God, and don’t leave so many hickeys, people will think he’s a pervert :(

Expect to hear him complain about his butt and back the next day ♡.

Toji, sukuna, Aizawa, Blade, Jing Yuan, Gallagher, Zhongli, wriotheseley, fukuzawa, Bram, calcharo, Muzan + whoever you want!!

Sweet Fuckin’ Release

Cw: GN! Reader, nipple play, mentions of dub-con and public sex

How did they manage to get in this position? Their head against a wall with you stroking their cock as they breathe heavily through their mask. 

They don’t even remember, they remember battling you than next thing you know your bringing them to an orgasm in public.

“S-stop.” They moan out as you continue stroking them. “Come on B your doing so good that’s it.” They moan at the praise. 

“Anyone c-c-could walk in and I don’t even k-know you~” they moan out as you dig your finger in their slit.

“Yet your still indulging me baby. Your still letting me fist your cock in the bathroom where anyone could walk in. Seems like your enjoying it, dirty dirty dirty.” 

You say degrading them as they moan out at your words.

“G-gonna c-close~” they moan out as their head rolls back to the nape of your neck as you rub their torso. 

“Wanna cum?” You question with a evil smile as they vigorously shake their head. 

Just as their about to cum you pull off. “N-no..” they moan out sadly as their high goes down. “Gotta beg for it hun.” 

You say pinching their nipples through their black shirt. “W-what?” They question as their back arches as you seemingly try to pinch their nipple off. 

“O-oh~” “I want you to beg to cum, I don’t just let my partners cum without begging.” You say as you bite their neck. 

“I-I suppose your right I-it’s the least i can do.” They moan out as you put your hand back on their pretty cock. 

You circle the tip as it leaks with pre. You laugh as you start fisting their cock again ad they already start to get close. 

“P-please let me cum! I’ve been such a good doll, please master I need to cum.” They moan out as you hult your movements.

“Master.” You say smiling as you fist their cock even faster as they let out loud moans and they start to throb. 

“Come on, cum all over masters hands. Come on baby that’s it that’s it cum on my hand like the dirty slut you are.” 

With a few final strokes their sent over the edge with a loud scream. 

They lean against the bathroom sink as they pant heavily as you rub their back calming them. 

They would’ve fallen if you didn’t have your forearm wrapped around their hips.

 “That felt b-better than I’d like to admit. I-I’ve been pent up for awhile.” They groan out as you turn them around.

They lean against you tiredly as they yawn. “Alright let’s go baby.” You say with a smile as you walk off with your new priority.