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in the 20s /ref | he/they/it | writer this page is 18+

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niggas making Michael Jackson ONESHOTS now??

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NSFW Acronym - GHOST

simon ‘ghost’ riley x fem! BLACK chubby reader

content: spanking, punishment, somnophilia, multiple orgasms, fingering, overstimulation, teasing, spanking, cummed on, fem!reader is a fucking tease.

a/n: decided to do something a different on my page for once. and post COD MW2 stuff lol.

moots tag: @nifniffy

G - GROPING

It’s been too long since Ghost has been on leave. Being the girlfriend of someone in a PMC had its perks.

But it also had its downfalls. You couldn’t see him as often as you would liked.

So you always sent him pictures.

It started off that way with lingerie in his favorite color, making sure it clung onto your melanin skin. Sometimes you would even wear restraints, wishing that he was the one who put them on you.

And Ghost pops a boner each time. You can tell by the timing it takes for him to respond.

Finally he comes home to your adoring face, he instantly wraps you for an embrace, hands wandering over your backside as he grabbed a globe of your ass. He rubbed it, kneaded it like it was soft dough, it had you leaking and yearning for more. Those same coarse, heavy-weighted hands traveled up your waistline, getting a taste of your love handles.

“Miss me?”

You had the gall to ask with Ghost staring down at you deadpan like he couldn’t fathom that you asked him that ridiculous question.

“You got nerve askin’ me that.”

You lifted his mask up to see a slanted jawline and chapped lips from the many times he’s bit them absentmindedly. The stubble curved around his pink lips, making them more appetizing to taste.

“That a yes then?”

And you jumped at the chance, standing on your toes to try and peck his lips but it was unsuccessful. But even a mission can fail successfully as he bridged the distance, lips brushing against yours. Yet the feeling of his chapped lips was enough to make your lips tickle and pull out a laugh from you.

Again, the nerve of you. Cheeky ass.

So he picked you up effortlessly, carrying you over his shoulder like a mad man and had you in the bed in no time.

H - Humiliation

Immediately you were found with a fat slap to your ass burning your melanated skin, holding back a whimper as you fell on the bed with a plush landing.

And you knew you pushed his buttons when his still masked eyes bored into yours. And in no time, he flipped you over. Ass up, face down.

“Wait, babe—”

But he didn’t listen as he gave you a bruising slap, rippling your skin and your cunt throb so much from the impact.

“Shut it. Think you said quite enough.”

He ripped your bottoms off like it was nothing, showing that glistening, pink-chocolate cunt that had a lot of white filling dripping out of it.

Another smack. That got you to bury your face into the sheets.

“Miss my dick that fucking much?”

He uttered in your ear, coarse long fingers cupping your wetness, teasing. Playing around like you did with him all those times.

And you come back every time.

“Answer me.”

Another. Stinging and unwavering with your cunt watering.

“Yes…” Low.

CRACK!

That wasn’t satisfactory for him.

“YES!”

A whimper into the sheets along with slickness and the blonde was satisfied.

“I missed your dick…mmghh.”

And Ghost got a kick out that.

“…let’s test that.”

And you knew damn well that you were in for it.

It started with two fingers, pressing deep inside pink chocolate with an easy glide that shook even the devil with a loud squelch.

Embarrassing. But Simon relished in it, curving his hefty digits to try and graze your cervix.

And he knew he found it when it brushed against a rounded surface, your eyes fluttered shut and your fists balled at the sheets to make sure you weren’t going to suck his whole hand in.

“Suck my whole hand in, why don’t you?”

A dry joke as he added another, now thrusting back and forth already at a relentless pace, not letting up.

“Ahhhmmphhhfuck!”

Drool coated the sheets and even more slick dripped onto his hand from how brutal he was, shoving a fourth finger in made you see stars and squirt so quickly onto his hands.

He drags his fingers out antagonistically slow, seeing how your juices flowed out. And even after he took his digits out, you squirted more on the bed, trying to catch your breath, shaking.

But he didn’t let you rest, shoving his four fingers deep inside your cunt with no break, trying to ring another squirt out of you.

“Wait…wait, babe—”

That got him to scoff. He was not listening. Not this time. He wanted you dripping and ready before he can slide his thick cock inside that soppy chocolate. Dick was itching for it. And feeling how wet and tight you are around his digits got him going. But then he sees a pink vibrator on the nightstand where he usually sleeps. His pillow smushed and spot warm.

“Got your rocks off?”

He picked up the vibrator, rubbing the plastic surface on your cunt before he turned it on the highest setting and placed it right on your clit.

“Let’s see how long it takes for you to buckle.”

He added more pressure, the vibrations shooting through you like something unholy. Satan would have a field day with you since God’s eyes couldn’t condone such behavior.

You scrambled for purchase, legs caving in from him trying to ring an orgasm from you this time.

“Keep ‘em up. I know you bet’ah than that.”

He commanded, coarse hand slapping against bare skin again to get you up as he plunged his fingers back into your cunt again.

Clit now bullied. Cunt being bullied. The rack of pleasure only increased ten-fold by the dozen.

O - Overstimulation

By the end of it, the bed was riddled with your secretion, heavy pants and shaking for him. Hairy black pussy soaked and clenching around nothing with your body unable to garner any energy to lift up if you tried.

But Simon wasn’t letting up.

Prying a cheek apart to see your cute holes twitching, begging him to plug that leaky faucet.

But just to make you suffer more, He switches the vibrator to the highest setting and whispered in your ear,

“Now hold that still on your nub.”

He gestured right back to your swollen, twitching clit antagonistically slow. Hearing your soft, half-hearted protests only made his dick throb. With a lopsided grasp and sway of your hips, you obeyed. Barely. Your energy was fraying slowly from cumming twice back to back. This was bordering to be torture.

“Mmmgh…”

A pathetic whimper leaves your lips as the blonde spread your pussy lips apart to see how shaky and wet you were under the vibrator’s pressure and demand. His last action before he licked a fat, sloppy and nasty thick stripe, tasting sweet chocolate and mesmerizing honey.

“Fucking hell, shit’s all ripe and sweet.”

Another smack, burying his face into sweetness, smelling your scent. Fuck…you smelled delicious. Like the forbidden fruit that God told Adam and Eve not to eat.

Well fuck that. He was eating. After sending that picture a few days ago with your hairy cunt being filled with a dildo, captioned ‘Wish it was you <3’, the barracks were less of a priority and more of an after thought.

“Keep that shit on.”

Must’ve knew that you were struggling to keep it up with your legs buckling from another impeding orgasm. Stubble brushing against your ass.

S - Somnophilia

Tiring you out, you passed out under exhaustion from cumming back to back, your mind needing the space to readjust.

But even then…he didn’t stop.

He pushed your folds aside, plush skin rippling under your fingers as you still stayed on your hands and knees, pried open and ready for him to slide in.

And he did. His pants were on the floor not long after, the sweat trickling down his skin from holding back and itching to to get a taste of your soft wetness after months on leave.

And those pictures made it no better.

His angry red tip etched with a vein on the shaft, his mask now fully off and only stayed on his forehead as he tries to catch his breath.

It was getting a little hard to do that.

He slicks his tip on your wet cunt, making it easier to slip right in with a glide.

And you took him real easy.

In no time, he buried him inside, balls pressing against your ass with unwavering conviction that he had to make sure he didn’t bust right then and there.

A slow drag out, but you gripped into him so tight, not trying to let go.

He did not need to cum in you right now…so he took his dick out and rested it right on your ass.

“Fucking cunt wouldn’t let me go…”

A soft few pats on your ass before diving back in, bottoming out immediately and fucking sloppy, pink chocolate.

“Let me not bust quick.”

He grumbled, trying to pace himself.

T - Teasing

But it was no use.

The bed was shaking under his weight, rickety and too noisy that it made you wake up. Already your soft whimpers got more louder the more you stir.

He lifted you up with ease to hold you closer, strong arms enveloping your body as he fucked you harder. The harsh slap against skin with your soft curves was enough to drive him home.

It was embarrassing to acknowledge that it didn’t take much time for him to cum. With a cradle, he pulls his dick out to cum on your back just in time, feral grunts and heaving against you as he presses his raging tip on your ruined cunt.

And now he had the nerve to say,

“Another round.”

He starts grinding with you shivering from him getting his frustration out on you.

“Another one.”

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can i stop getting raiden x cassie on my timeline holy shit

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i keep forgetting that i’m a writer until i get possessed by the demon that is hyperfixation.

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started posting my mortal kombat drabbles on AO3! —> Mortal Kombat Tumblr Oneshots

I will update this bi-weekly or monthly so I can write other things :)

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ANOTHER SCRAPPED IDEA :(

haven’t written in a while bc of imposter syndrome but figured you guys deserve a little something lol. may pick up again in the near future but until then, this will stay scrapped.

good for nothin': part 1/2

smoke + black gang member m!reader

content: nsfw, cheating, angst, violence, dirty talk, anal, blowjob, rimjob, top m!reader, homophobia, canon divergence, suicide mention, slurs (fag, fruit shit, hard r, cracker jack, n-word), racism (it’s 1932 so-)

a/n: this will be multiple parts, two at least. this’ll be a PORN W/ PLOT, VERY PLOT HEAVY and angst ridden. but dw it has a happy ending…sort of. before you say anything, i’m a BLACK GAY MALE WRITER LOL. may be on ao3 if i feel the need to add more than two parts. enjoy the story!

moots tag: @sleepysquishe | @idioticmochi

Gun metal shells ricocheted onto the floor as Smoke unloaded the entirety of his clip into a member of a rival gang. The screams, grunts, agony silenced by the bangs to an abrupt stop. Blood dripped from husk, a thud pounded the bleak tile.

You strolled to the poor bastard who met his demise and took a gander at the bullet wounds. Eyes narrowed, shooting your head towards Smoke with a grimace.

“You want him to follow us?”

With that lingering in your head, your face softened, seeing that the stoic had a point. You answered by a huff getting up and a chuckle. How the bullet holes scattered throughout the body resembled swiss cheese. Not a single stray wasted elsewhere.

"Aight then."

Smoke put the gun in his holster, slick and easy abiding by second nature; the glimmer of the sleek paint caught your eye. Smoke took out a pre-rolled cigarette, pressing the end past his lips to light. You could tell that it’s man made from the slight curve upward.

But seeing his hands shake, to no avail as if another soul inhabited him, a separate entity of the hardened yet determined vitality you saw before. Now shed into a hollow of its shell with disseminated disfigurements.

You took out yours, shining in the dull alley that colored of blood and lit the cigarette. A singular stream of smoke swirled the air as hypnotism, canton of relaxation. Heavy eyes bored into yours before taking a long drag.

“Much appreciated.” Gratitude sighed through plump lips, leaving the scene for the body to rot amongst sins.

A bit of bootlegging, looking over gambling operations, talking with the police department for cover-ups, doing charities and cleaning up the dirty work; the life of a mobster in 1932 Chicago hanging tight on North Side. Most times it’s the latter; people can only fuck up many times before tallying runs thin of miracles. Those of the Chicago Outfit, however, don’t get tallies.

Getting there days after Smoke, it was normal for you two to be paired up for cleanups. Collect debts, making sure everything’s in order, no slick, slimy under hands by the dozen. It was enough to get by from being in the South, shame that crime — albeit pays well — was the way to go.

Home life wasn’t too good with funding, so you hightailed it to Chicago in no time, looking for a new life, providing for your family down south. Smoke’s story — what little and nebulous things spoken, however — had your head dizzier than a spinning top.

The years you knew him, you would’ve never thought someone would encounter such loss in a small period. How grief affected his psyche. But he was too closed and his reclusiveness did little to explain. No reason to explain his movement to crime after he survived the war in his teens.

It was as if he held bottles of aged Bordeaux that‘s well off drunken. But a sip could tempt someone to consume more, beg for more of the rich, warming taste for temporary relief.

Vague detail led to more curiosity. How the lethargic man took no time to get the job done was a novelty for one to see, a growing admiration for him grown to other depths. Deadly thoughts since Smoke showed no signs of being in that category. Discreet or not, he covered tracks like the cleanups.

It wasn’t obvious. It started with refusal, biding your time before it hit you like the Great Depression, a time you lost to war and work. You neared losing yourself in the bloodshed campaign of World War I.

But Momma wasn’t losing another to pain. Distraction didn’t pay the bills or feed a family, so pushing it down the darkness at profundity was the best way to go about it.

But wandering convictions were gnats to torn, rotten fruit flesh lying on the pavement, taunting you. Seeing full lips rounded to every phlegmatic tug of tobacco in his lungs. Holding what appears to a lifetime of pain, you stilled that image in your mind.

“You lookin’ like a fag.” Smoke deadpanned, noticing leveled but curious eyes peering in his direction. You lit up his man-made cig, taking a long drag after you both shot down five men that attempted an ambush.

The concrete splattered with them, feeding the land that carried those men longer than accounted for. The moment simmers, wallows, marinating a stew of uncertainty. Nothing exchanged as he taps ashes off the cigarette, taking another puff.

“Are ya?”

Taking note that you didn’t have much say in his opinion, he scrutinized your expression, searching for the answer. A short drag from his cigarette, compiling his mind around the sudden situation. Your silence spoke volumes, flickering the lighter on and off before you refused his analysis.

“Mm.” was all he gave, a measured stare. He took another puff and strolled away from the bloodied corpses. “Don’t mix me in that.”

Afterward — with little recollection of what happened — the situation worsened. Effects of war were still on the horizon from backlog conjunction with meddlesome, gradual changes in thoughts.

Brief flashes at what ifs, predictions and consequences of what could come if you said nothing or even agreed with Smoke’s statement.

While that was going on, surprising enough, you and Smoke had continuous moments of being in each other’s graces. He taught you how to bargain, strike deals, negotiate. Up charging a gamble ring was no longer a suggestion. And he opened up more, no longer of ambiguous phrases.

“Ten crates for hundred.” You waged an ammunition holder, a potbelly hillbilly that looked like he saw the country and back a million times. Pitch dark on Lakeshore Drive. Smoke behind you, a gun by his side.

He sounded like he looked. "Nigger, what the fuck do you mean by a hundred?”

Taking a deep breath, you tried to steady yourself but it annoyed you hearing it up north. You were free men. Supposedly.

"Said what I said. Hundred or nothing.”

"Three hundred fifty flat.” The man pledged, tapping one crate. "High-quality stuff worth pocketing."

Sucking your teeth, you didn't back down. The cracker was getting on your nerves with a tall price and irksome attitude.

"One-fifty."

"THREE HUNDRED fifty." Spoken like a correction.

"One seventy five."

"Three forty nine, I’m not going lower."

You lifted a brow, tempted to see if that was really the case. "Two hundred hold."

An impending glare as the man took a long, gradual drag of his fat cigar, blowing the smoke in your direction. You assumed he thought long and hard about the deal but his face contorted something heinous like he was about to shit himself.

“I ain’t selling. Take that ass crackin’ behavior somewhere else.”

You were stretching yourself thin each time that man spoke of derogatory language.

“Surely we can come to understanding?” Stepping forward with your hands out as if you were to hug the ammo dealer, trying your best to keep calm. “Moran don't take bullshit ammo. If ya ammo good, we negotiate increase.”

In the back of your mind, a tingle told you to drop the deal. But damned you were if you didn’t get the ammo like the mob boss requested. You were more than willing not to see the barrel of a gun today.

“Catering to one of the biggest gangs in Chicago grants sanctuary and value. Unlike South, we don’t dispose things easy.”

The dealer seemed to consider his options but ended with, “Best living in hell if you think I’ll sell to cheap, bootlicking niggers.”

You took your pistol out the waist holster and unloaded a bullet to his leg. Heeling to the ground, the hillbilly screamed in agony, a handgun shown to be at his side. Body hitting the concrete, screams were visceral and violent. Hate filled. Expected. Typical but expected. Smoke‘s face didn’t move a muscle, a leveled stare with the sound.

“Using that a little much now, ain’t we?”

Seeing him reach for his gun, Smoke shuffled behind you to shoot but you shot the gun out the man’s hand. Kicking the gun far away, you aimed at his head. Bloodied knee and a wounded hand.

His abnormal, tumor-like belly shivered, then his chest. Continuous with his attack, wanting to get the last word.

“Shut the hell up.” You spat.

It didn’t take long before you decided to light up his temple. Even if you were to let him go, it would end up with you both getting in trouble. Whether by his buddies, the law, or potentially your boss.

So you unloaded everything into him, the screams stopped under the bullets. A deep scarlet leaked from its body on what contained a vile soul. The night was still, slow hums of vehicles passing on the drive, giving no thoughts.

A shift of air patted you on the shoulder, cooling down. You knew it was Smoke nearing you. Nothing was said between you nor him about what happened, but looking into eyes spoke volumes. There was nothing to be said about what happened. What’s done is done.

“You always stare?” Smoke asked as he walked past you and looked over the body. Enervated eyes loomed over the empty husk.

“A nigga can’t look now?”

“Not the way you were.”

You put away your gun, gathering the crates to put in the car. “What I look like?”

Smoke stands quiet, not paying much attention to you but the hillbilly. His eyes stayed on the body for what seemed like hours before he looked back at you. He didn’t say anything, but his face narrated an essay, multi-paged. Still no emotion, a flicker of his eyes dilating, losing a bit of their edge.

“Hurry up, put the stuff in the car.”

Ignoring the question, Smoke gestured to the gun you used, unloading the handgun, wiped with a rag as to not trace it back to the both of you. The body, now moved from its resting state, was dumped into Lake Michigan.

After you loaded the ammo in the car, you honked the horn for the hardened man to come. Opening the passenger door for him, he climbed inside with the gun clean of either of your finger prints and cleaned hands from the husk.

“Taking long to clean up, almost dead of night by now.”

“If you watched your temper, we’d been back an hour ago.”

Sucking your teeth, you started the car up, hitting a u-turn down the street. Scene of the crime fading into the background with blood staining concrete.

“Like you weren’t thinking that?”

That quieted the man, his eyes that were formally gazing the window went towards you, face expression never changing besides his eyes hardening to its former state.

“ ‘nother thing to do it.”

You grunted, knowing that Smoke had a point to his desensitized, deadened face and tone, gripping the steering wheel turning off an exit to the main city.

“Ain’t got time to think protectin’ people.”

“That ain’t the same as this.”

You chuckled, making a right turn on the road while passing an unassuming neighborhood that consists of mostly boarded up houses.

“Yeah, you right…felt real nice puttin’ metal in his head though.” Giving Smoke some grace, you exit the neighborhood with a left turn onto State Street, but the man’s demeanor hasn’t lessened. “Cracker Jack had it coming for miles.”

“ ‘Cracker Jack’ could’ve shot you, then what? Think you dyin’ a martyr?” That got you to turn to him once at a stoplight.

Rarely hearing him talk in such tone; delicate, airly, gentle, abeit still with roughened, chipped, and ragged edge. One of his other souls inhabited him, the words that of a connubial unanimity rather than fraternal closeness.

But instead of granting clarity, it was the opposite, conflicting with past events that you recalled. And it seemed evident from the way Smoke’s eyes changed. Soft, saddened almost. A glimmer hit dark brown from street lights illuminating the car every few seconds.

A bittersweet scoff, absentminded thoughts took way. “Better me dead than bullets from your blood. Be honored like Du Bois. Marcus Garvey or some shit.” The traffic switched to go, the car behind you honking when you didn’t move in time.

“Marcus Garvey?” Twisting his lips into a glower, etching his vocal cords was an uneven, dangerous growl. “That what you think?”

Furrowed eyebrows, trying not to divide your attention off the road as you drove off. “You act like I killed myself.”

“Might as well.”

A scoff, you added. “We got ammo, we did our job, hell’s the problem?”

The atmosphere tense with your words in the air. Denial of attractiveness towards a man was evident, yes. But to admit it was another beast in itself.

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I might add onto this, I fear. And then post it on Ao3 😮‍💨😩

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yearned infidelity

ao lie x m!reader

content: NSFW, Ao Lie has a juicy, dripping delicious cunt for the reader to eat and dig out ;), cheating(ish), fingering, creampie, praise, religion breaking, forbidden relationship, mild angst, no beta we die like the lady bone demon

a/n: time to fuck this Lego. love me some Ao Lie so y’all shall reap the benefits. this is also set in the Ming dynasty, so it’s forbidden gay sex. enjoy! ;)

moots tag: @idioticmochi

Being The Third Dragon Prince’s servant and confidant, you had access to anything. Attending the ceremonies, meeting other nobles that also trust you as the youngest’s right-hand man.

You helped cater to peace treaties in the east, expanding the land of the Dragon of East who is the uncle of Ao Lie’s. His family admired your sacrifice and work that they trusted you well enough to handle the prince’s engagement since you were the most likely to know his likes and how to cater to his wife.

Only he didn’t want a wife.

Nor does he fantasize himself with one.

The night before he was to be wed, you had your hands on him. You always had your moments with the Prince that you stole at night and in his early mornings when he awoken to his wood being perched.

But the more you tended to his aid, the more he begged for more of your coarse, hard-working fingers roaming over his soft skin. The scent of sandalwood and jasmine filled your senses like another high.

“Prince…”

You murmur. So sweet, innocent as you did the most heinous things to him.

“Are you adjusting well?”

Two fingers inside knuckle deep, pushing through velvety softness, pressing against that sweet spot with unwavering conviction, his body exposed to the pale moonlight as you saw the rise and fall of his chest.

Ao Lie let out a shaky mewl, tightening unconsciously around the digits with his head lifting up.

“A…Ah…”

Your eyes connect, seeing his watery, shimmering green eyes peering into yours with such warmth. His tail flicked back and forth, swaying amongst the silk sheets that he desperately tried not to rip.

If the Second Noble Truth was correct, may you perish from indulgence. Samudāya had nothing on the beauty of intimacy. If that meant not reaching Nirvana, then so be it.

You added another and the dragon must’ve saw heaven part behind his eyes, heavy green, scaled tail flicking back and forth.

“Oh—! Oh gods!”

His talons found the silky sheets under him. They threatened to rip under his clutches, squirming he did with pink lips parting and letting out the most heinous sounds that was nothing of holy. Buddha would shield their eyes at the sight of it with multiple squirts hitting the air, covering his mouth to muffle.

Slowly taking them out, you lick you fingers, making sure the prince saw webs of his slick and squirt coat your palm. Now he was the one to shield his eyes in the name of Buddhism, but it was far too late for guilt.

Your hard on was jumping at the chance to spring free, heavy breaths, chest rising as you shuffled and finally let yourself breathe. Brown, simple trousers dropped to the floor, moving in between his legs with a tantalizing press against his puffy cunt.

Heavy breaths filled the night air, throbbing thickness aching to fuck that pink cunt. One press, two. Teasing the dragon prince with your shaft until he couldn’t take it anymore.

He took hold of it and guided it to his wet, stretched orifice, heaving and shaking to feel you inside. A purr left your lips as you press deeper into him, broad body caging him in with his hand finding your back.

“Put it in me already…”

Ao Lie whimpered, tears tracing his eyes with his cunt throbbing, wetting your cock.

“…please.”

And with such sweet sounding words, how could you say no?

So you obeyed, mushroom tip sitting on his clit before pushing in gently, catching his gasp with your lips with practiced ease.

“Yes…yes…fill me.”

Ao Lie barely managed to get out once you started to move, fucking that pussy nice and slow like he was something holy.

But even if he wasn’t, he was equivalent to it.

He could never do no wrong in your eyes. Speaking up for you when you are unable to. Gifting you the chance to be greater than your title. And unconditional love.

Only for it to be cast to another.

So the pace quickened, balls slapping rhythmic on his ass as his other hand finally found your back, pulling you impossibly close with his dragon strength. Wet, sloppy and disgusting in addition to bed creaks that echoed into the night.

Once you got closer, he locks his legs around your waist and makes sure you cum oh so deep inside.

Dragging out to see the damage seep out before diving back in again to fill with his ass up and you buried inside him again, caging him with your arms.

It felt right. Warm. Suckling your cock to urge more cum to unleash. The dragon’s moans muffled under the pillow as his ass slapped against your pelvic area.

A grip of his white locks, you force him to take all of you, down down down to the hilt and he came, screaming silently, soaking your thighs with another dose of cum in his cunt.

Now he has to get married with your cum in him, his wedding attire hung on the door for the wedding ceremony the morning of.

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Chat I’m cooking again-

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Ao Lie always cherished you as an advisor. A confidant even when people saw you as otherwise. Nothing but a servant that someone could care less about.

But no, the Dragon Prince cared about you the most.

Especially when you take him at night, his head buried in the silk pillows, hands gripping the soft sheets with his ass in the air while you call him your personal concubine with your thick cock making him whimper under the pale moon light. <3

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would it be too self-indulgent if i started writing LMK smut?

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Why are you so hot

cause i’m dating you ofc <3

in another words: MY BEAUTIFUL WIFE, LADIES AND GENTLEMEN

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2005 human torch but he finds an older and experienced bottom that puts him in his place and calls him baby 😩

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New Year something something New Marvel Oc

I love my non-verbal ASL speaking chubby wife

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steve drabble - NSFW

a/n: can't believe i'm back broddie, been gone for too long. time to get into it and stop letting imposter syndrome bend me over and fuck me anally. Anyway, take this gn!reader x Steve Rogers drabble. Not beta read, wrote this all in one sitting while high out my mind so enjoy the madness ;)

Imagine...after a long, hard day at work with the Avengers, Steve is exhausted, tired, begging for at least a day's worth of rest.

And that was your most favorite time to get your hands on him.

Those seemingly innocent touches, brushing his hand while you take his belongings away from his grasps, the gentle slide was enough to make an electric current crash your way.

Then it was more deliberate, rubbing his waist when you had the chance to get behind him. Petting his backside to soothe all the phantom knots and aches that he may have gotten in his fights. Pressing your crotch against him "accidentally" when you guys had to brush past each other in your typical New York studio apartment.

And you ramp it up by the time he gets into the living room, yawning. Grumbling, sighing by your tender-loving care. A warm meal at his usual seat but you had another idea in mind.

While he finishes his food, you get yours, crawling under the table for a quick sniff of his musk before you release his sweat-laced shaft for a salty treat yourself.

Pounding the leaking, stinky tip on your tongue, his musk is everywhere, you could smell it as soon as you got under. A drug, filling your sense with a high so astronomical that you could foresee the Great Bang.

Captain struggled to eat, seeing that he was much sensitive than most, the superhuman ability to do so made you envy yet pity him.

Wrapping your plump lips around his fat, drooling tip with no coverage. Just out, raging, flushed. His mouth spoke of that too. Low, tiresome, yet shaky grunts passed his lips, perked, moist and needy.

It doesn't take him long to come, you can tell by the way he moves his legs, shaking, his thighs buckling down and how his voice hit a certain fever pitch.

Swallow after swallow of thick white ropes coating your mouth, the taste less salter than the musk itself, but it was welcomed. Unabashedly.

Wiping your mouth after getting your fill, you rub his shoulder saying you'll run a bath for him while he tries to reel himself back in from his soul sucked.

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carnal cryptics

guai x tian x sejin (MK 11 OCs)

content: nsfw, degradation, multiple creampies, overstimulation, voeyerism, monster, cum dump, feline flesh light, stomach bulge, cum inflation, somnophilia, double penetration, anal, dual dicks.

a/n: motivated to write bc of LONG message rants from @nifniffy sejin belongs to her and tian belongs to me. enjoy! ;)

(pretend there’s a banner here lol)

A lone tree branch scraped the edge of Tian’s window with a calming tap in the trickling breeze. Long ago, the monk passed asleep into his chambers with a quiet sigh and a reluctant demeanor.

He hasn’t seen much of Sejin in his hours of wakefulness, much less into the fields. Defenses have heightened with the recent thievery happening often than not.

Now the gentle giant lays in his bed, soft snores and a rise of his shoulders under white cotton, thin sheets that covered his disrobed body. The window ajar across from his bed, the sliding door that leads to the garden cracked for reasons he would not admit. And the velvety cool air flowed into the small room without chide.

Moonlight transposed with a soft slide of the door opening its mouth, carrying another figure to its jaws. Patters of toe beans tread the hard wood floors, no disturbance, no sound, but a shift in the wind’s rhythm.

“Aww…”

A serene purr leaves the shrouded figure’s mouth, full-bodied hips imposed with a sway of its tail.

“Gone to sleep.”

The silhouette toed closer to the soft rising and falling of Tian’s body under the sheet, moon shined on them from the window to reveal a masked fanged feline, a golden artifact clawed into her paw pads.

She sits on the edge of the bed with a soft creak, placing the artifact on the floor.

“Poor softie…were waiting for me all day, huh?”

Coos derived from a disingenuous body, a slow trickle of keratin landed near the slumbering figure, a soft tear of fabric under them.

“Let me make up for it then…”

Sejin traced her fingers over the covers, a lick of her lips with claws caressing skin, a soft sigh. Coarse fur brushing against clothed thighs as she puts one on either side of the snoozing gentle giant, hovering over him to get a full face view of slumber, drool and snores. Fever, a rising pulse snaked around her stomach, a driving force for more.

Over the covers, the feline adjusted herself, now observing something quite… lofty hanging between them, something that made her breath catch and it weighed dense, almost burdensome between a certain someone’s thighs.

Humming over this discovery, Sejin traced her claws on it, biting back a small, sensual sigh with edged teeth pricking her bottom lip. Thickset and humid heat separated by a thin sheet; tantalizing and unscrupulous. She knew this would piss off both Raiden and Huang if they would’ve seen the state that the two were in right now.

But was she one to care?

A twitch and a growing wet spot resembled that the gentle giant’s sleepy husk didn’t, so why should she? Sejin was one to take what she wants and this was an opportunity that she couldn’t dare walk away from empty.

Making up her mind, she slowly slides the thin sheets off the behemoth, his scent filling the air as soon he was released from his sheeted prison; half hard and cold. Continuing her teasing, her paw wraps around his cock, or rather what it can, palming the hot, pulsating surface that enraptured for more than hands.

“Mmnn, you already twitchin’…”

A modest noise tumbled out of Tian, face a mild contortion with furrowed eyebrows and parted plump lips shivering. Sejin couldn’t help to quirk up a carnal grin, shiny fangs glimmering in the moonlight as she goes up to stroke his fat, angry tip to hear his sounds. Smooth motions, moistness dripping down for an easier glide. His musk grew stronger, scent heavy, prominent, demanding…it made the feline’s mouth water, licking her plump lips and her cunt dripped.

She drags the covers down even more, seeing a thin sheen of sweat covering his body, a slow rise and fall of his chest with his brown, hard nipples peaking. Mouth parted small, white locs sprawled on beige coverings. His hefty, cum-heavy balls tightened with each second that passed and his dick throbbed like it had a mouth, drooling and slick for a taste.

“Oh…”

Sejin murmured, a small gasp tumbled from her lips with a bite of her lip.

“You throbbin…”

That made the need to get a taste stronger than before if not, through the roof. A slide down that after dealing with Johnny’s obnoxious ass for a day, she deserved it. And the antique was demoted from a necessity to an added bonus once she laid her eyes on her cute gentle giant. She hasn’t been able to meet him in a week and was craving for him.

Sejin pushes her bottoms off, bare ass hitting the cool air from no undergarments, ass wiggling once she kicked them to the floor below. She crawls down between Tian’s legs, his stench hanging in the air like a chandelier, or a well scented aroma that was built upon intoxicating one’s senses.

She pressed her nose against the hot throbbing surface, getting a whiff of his sweat and musk before gliding her sandpaper tongue on the flesh and wrapping her paw again to stroke his cum out of him.

Because the feline knows he has it in him. Even when fast asleep.

Licking it from the base to his raging tip, Sejin rubs her tongue against the slit, trickling down his shaft to cover a partial part of her paw and matting her fur. The hot substance entangling her fingers, threaded similar to a growing, beautiful tree branch bound to have petals.

Sodden sounds feel the naked, cool air, small huffs as her breath wrapped against his twitching, dripping fat tip, placing a kiss right over the slit before sucking the mass with a breathy sigh. Her juices started to drip down her thigh onto the bed, purring over the heavy cock with a snug fit in her velvety throat.

With saliva trickling down, Tian started to whimper, mouth widening with more, short breaths while the feline sucked his cock, one of her murder mittens tracing over his balls with hedonistic caresses, sensing it pulse and spasm up. The gentle giant unconsciously bucking his hips into her mouth.

Only then did she bottomed out, stretching her throat, moaning around his cock like it’s the last thing that she’ll get. It burned, but the feeling was welcomed, needed even. His saltness sliding down her throat brings her on a high that she’d never want to get down from. He grew in her mouth, his half hardened state pressing against slickness and prodding the back of her throat.

Until it got bigger than what she was used to.

Only then did she gag a little, Tian’s whines turning into that of animalistic, groggy yet ferocious leaning, his bucks more demanding and plentiful with his now claws digging into her scalp with a burn and yet another dick starts to grow. Slapping her on the forehead, so heavy and the stench was stronger than before.

When she couldn’t take any more of the one dick that was in her mouth, she slips off with a slippery pop, seeing where formally Tian was is another entirely. Rather it was not human. It was otherworldly, alien-like, unexpected and new. But it was welcomed. Oh, it was absolutely welcomed the way Sejin had to get a good look at the creature in her point of view.

Tian—or whoever this creature was—couldn’t fit on the bed, their claws pointy and their mouth chitter that of a rattlesnake’s. Long light green tongues slipping out to taunt yet beckons once they pry their mouth back and gestures her to come with a low chirp.

“Oh…shit…”

Her eyes fell on two heavy dicks sitting in between its thighs with a stockier, meatier frame that rivaled even the gentle giant’s. Both were hard, throbbing, uncircumcised, aching for a touch or two hundred with the being clawing around her arm and pulling her forward with much more strength than she expected, yanking her to their crotch. The creature hissed low, like a demand that they were implying for her to finish what Sejin started, pushing her head to one of their dicks, the longest one out of the two.

“Mmmnff…fuck…”

Sejin lolled her tongue out, tail swinging to tempt the beast to take more. Because one thing for certain was that she was not going to let this opportunity pass her by as she tried to wrap her paw around it. Similar to Tian’s, it couldn’t.

“Ain’t never had nothing like this before…”

She took the chance to ask it a question, stroking it real nice and slow just for them to feel it. The being lets out a louder hiss than last time, pushing her face back on their cock, forcing open her mouth before guiding it in, slick heat wrapped around with a yank of her locks.

A low growl emitted through the creature, coursing through her plump lips with a buck of their hips. Rough, demanding and relentless. Feral sounds elicited from their mouth, bopping her head up and down, seeing her saliva coat their cock. The creature’s mouth prying wide with green slobber leaking onto the bed as it threw its head back, forcing Sejin further and further on their dick with a tight fit.

The pressure of its tip pressing farther down was enough to drive her mad, cunt leaking so much slick that was nearly enough to save a drought, dripping down her thighs with tears curling at her eyes. Only then did the unknown being bottom out, her gags rumbled through their dick only brought more hisses and a feral growl, swelling and twitching in her throat to hint that they were close to cumming down her silky esophagus.

Bullying her throat, they did. Their grip on Sejin’s head was mad and damning, a clutch that could rival that of a Kahn’s influence, deceptive and taboo yet automatic. Fat tip forming a bulge on the outside and filling inside. Frantic, punishing bumps and heightened growls with inhuman speed as they pump into a few more times before cumming hot, sticky green in her mouth. The cum released in waves, huge gulps that Sejin had to take in stride before it started to leak out of her mouth and nose almost choking on how much it was.

Yanking her off their dick roughly, having her cough in their substance. The creature didn’t let her breathe for a second, flipping her over, claw digging into fur once more as it hoisted her ass in the cool air, making Sejin’s legs wrap around their head before they lifted her up, cock hitting her face with a long strip lapping up her sweetness.

“What the—Ahn—!”

Slick, thick, long, and spiky pressed against her slit, nasty slurps and undomesticated growls left open fangs, using its other tongue to tease her ass.

“Fuck…”

Lengthy moans fell from the feline’s lips, having her wonder if this was a good idea. It wasn’t. In fact, it was one of the best ideas she’s ever had in her existence. If she would’ve known that Tian was hiding this grand beast behind closed doors, she would’ve robbed the Shaolin Monks ages ago to get a taste.

And the same creature was getting a taste of her as they forced their tongue to breach past both her holes, a high-pitched hiss resembled that they adored the taste, relishing in it. Their tongues coiling, curling, salivating with such proprietary. Every pump, every press was prep for her to take their cocks. Plural.

They snatch her legs away from their face, pressing her down against their two cocks, her pussy juice coating the plump, wrathful egg-holding tip.

“Yeah…push that shit inside me.”

The feline starts to grind her hips on both masses, sensing the longer shaft catching on her rim, making her shake in anticipation and her cunt throb for more. The creature forced her on their cock, breaking through both her ass and cunt in straight conviction. Their large claw wrapped around her waist, complete stamina with a momentous swell in her stomach, their tongue enveloped around her neck, taunting her with a lick against her lips.

They forced her down with a skintight slide down, bottoming out with Sejin’s breath leaving her lungs when the creature fills her up all the way to the hilt, shaking, twitching, and needy. A carnal screech leaves their fangs before pulling Sejin down on their cocks with quickness, the motion similar to a flesh-light as otherworldly cries filled the air.

“Fuck, fuck, fuck!!!”

Sejin yelped, her hands trying to find somewhere to grab but she couldn’t with how brisk and ragged the monster was fucking her on its cocks, throbbing, tense and sweaty. Their scaly thighs chipped away at her fur with each rub against their crotch. Its only mission is to pump Sejin so full of cum that she’ll have to waddle out of her with the artifact in her hands and cum in her holes.

With more frantic thrusts and a few panicky moans later, the reptile fills up both her holes, warm, invading green substance filling her womb to the brim to leak out, the feline’s back paws scratching the surface with a barely contained scream that shook both of their cores.

The monster yanked her off with no regard, grabbing both her arms and legs, folding them over her head, sinking the flexible feline on their dicks again, this time their fangs rubbed her lips with a crook of their neck, tongues slicking over her mouth before shoving it inside, intruding, drinking up Sejin’s cries.

“Ahhahh…~”

Her jaw started to ache, her holes started to ache as it fucked the eggs deeper inside with each thrust. Low, rumbling tremors-like growls flowed through them with it filling all of Sejin’s holes exploring each crevice with such fervor that the creature almost wanted to eat her whole.

Almost. It was tempting.

Pumping more and more, desperation wore heavily on them, weighty pants and shrill grunts made it clear that they were close again with Sejin’s jaw slack and her holes burning from the pain mixing in with the pleasure.

“Fuck…fuck, you’re close again, are you?”

When the creature responded with growls border-lining that of a raging animal, that was all the hint that she needed.

“Yeah…cum in me again, fucker. Do it. Use me~”

She dared them, disguised as a plea to get more and more of their cum in her cunt. The pain in the morning after will be worth the pit stop. Pulsating inside her, their hips snapped up to meet hers, now coaxed to fill her womb with parasitical eggs. To overflow her with it.

“Shit…! Fuck yes…yes—ahnn—!”

Untrained, broken groans came from the creature as they spilled inside of her again, her stomach bulge now bigger than before, swole and ample with each fill of cum and eggs in her holes. That left a breathless Sejin and a still hard mysterious creature.

Jerking her off their cocks and taking their tongues out, she falls on her back with a soft womph!, the cushion below yet with her and the monster who heaved heavily above her, glaring down with their quad, glowing green eyes. Her legs shaking and shivering, staring back into them.

“Damn…”

She bites her lip, fangs protruding out of her mouth with a spread of her legs, noticing their cum dripping out of her, wetting the bed. She felt so full and exhaustive, spent yet she yearned for more as the monster looked down at her with such hunger. Their own teeth pried open and dribbling wet.

They flip her over, not giving her the chance to breath once again. Because they weren’t finished. Not at all. This time, they push her down to the bed, face down, ass up, jiggling in the naked air as the creature squeezes the surface, wrenching open her holes to see a few egg push out with the feline squirting on their face in several streams.

That got the creature to grumble, tongues lapping over the surface for a taste with another hiss exiting their lips. Both claws push her down to the bed, slicking their cocks against her before pushing back in easily because of the mess.

“Fuck! Yes…PLEASE…!”

The creature reacted with dangerous, bed-shaking siphons that made the bed frame bang against the wall in rhythmic clangs, pace not letting out not once. Demonic and unstoppable. Sejin’s whines echoed that of pain, yet it was pleasure with her endless mewls and cum dripping down her thighs with each pound against her cervix.

“Harder…harder, you pussy!”

Huffing in her face and snarling, the creature took great offense, a large sharp claw wrapping around her neck to push her deeper into the bed, cutting off her oxygen. They bottom out in her again, having her twitch and squeeze around their dicks as she cums on them, trying to milk them dry of their lump sum.

There was no way that no one didn’t suspect the thumping wall noises that filled the room. The sliding doors and windows were cracked open and the night was quiet, yet that arouses Sejin more, whimpering around the fullness that was jammed inside, her breath hitting a new high, feeling them swell once again.

“Please…cum inside…”

Breathless, sated and tired, Sejin managed to choke out as her oxygen started to wear out and her eyes were heavy from the lack of. Stretching her holes out, they fuck into her with no chance of stopping, muttering in their foreign tongue. The feline paying no attention to it, only to the burning pain tingling in both her holes and a woozy, lightheadedness. They bottom out one more time, shaking the entire bed creating a lot of friction from the frame to the floor, screeching with a loud growl.

Filling Sejin up once again, their grip on her head lets out, letting her breath again as she gasps for air, her cunt clenching, milking their dicks out as her stomach bulge went impossibly bigger, cracked moans leaving her mouth, legs twitching.

They pull out, leaving her cum and egg filled as they laid back in the bed with a chirp, staring down at her with beady as they rub their claws over her bulge, pressing against it for her to push eggs out of her wet, drenched cunt. A whine tumbled out her, knowing that she was going to be fucked tomorrow. By Raiden and Huang.

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one day i like women, the next i’m a fag.