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In hindsight, you probably should’ve heeded Tsukauchi’s warning to not forget your mask. But how were you supposed to remember? He’d only said it was a low profile case, that your only job was to enter and retrieve a couple of illegally grown plants. He didn’t elaborate, just watched you walk inside- you’d assumed it’d be weed or a new form of quirk enhancers, which is why you were mildly surprised to see rows upon rows of buttery yellow flowers nesting under fluorescent lights.
They were quite pretty, tinged with pink at the edges of each dainty petal. They looked like closed up lilies, and you shrugged- they didn’t look deadly at all, so why was he so adamant you keep your mask on? You rolled your eyes and reached out with an ungloved hand, meaning to pick up the flower- and then, it unravelled with unnaturally languid movements and spat a cloud of yellow pollen at your face. You coughed and sputtered, before angrily holding down on your earpiece.
“Tsukauchi, you never told me these plants could spit! You- oh!” Because just as you’d started your rant, a positively debauched wave of arousal spread out from your core and to your underwear, staining them with slick.
“Ah- is this supposed to happen?” You breathe shakily, fingers on autopilot and already wrenching down your pants to rub messily at your clit.
“Stay put, I’m coming inside.”
The irony of his last sentence isn’t lost on you as you claw at his clothed back, pollen sticking to your skin and itching as he pounds into you. It’s all very unprofessional; you don’t think All Might would be very pleased if you informed him your retrieval mission had turned into his friend fucking you dizzy on the floor of an illegal plant production warehouse.
He’s big, with a lovely flushed tip that keeps hitting what feels like your lungs with every thrust; slick beads at your entrance and drips down until there’s a sizeable ring of cream at his base. Tsukauchi has his head nuzzled into your neck like if he looks at your face he has to admit the situation is actually happening, that he’s actually buried inside you to the hilt.
He lets out the most delirious groans, messy onyx hair beading with sweat as he thrusts into your clenching heat with an animalistic desire you never would’ve expected from him. Behind the animosity, he’s actually quite annoyed about the whole situation- your first time was supposed to be romantic, maybe after a nice candlelit meal out. Not that he’s thought about this before, or anything- not that he’s pumped his cock to the scenario in his head, arm thrown over his face in embarrassment.
And yet here you are, whimpering into his ear and whining out his name on the concrete floor as pollen diffuses into the air. It’s clearer now, the plants that caused this whole debacle in the first place closing back up like their job is done for the day. The clearer air means you can raise your neck up slightly from where you’re resting on the floor and admire the warmth emanating from his body, look at your half dressed legs wrapping around his waist and pulling him deeper inside you.
“M’so close- hold on for me, ‘kay?” He says, voice strained in a way you’ve only overheard through an adjoining speaker during a particularly drawn out interrogation back at the station. And how could you deny him? Not when you’re throwing your head back and he cradles it with one of his big gloved hands, fingers tangling and gripping to your scalp like he needs it for his sanity.
You don’t even need pressure on your clit to cum, zaps of pleasure bolting through you with every thrust of his thick cock inside you; he’s practically bullying your insides, angling his hips in a way that can only be described as downright cruel- and when he whines, actually whines into your ear, you lose it.
The noise that forces its way out of you to accompany your orgasm is long, drawn out, and borderline hysterical. You tighten around him to the point it’s difficult for him to even move, velvety insides clamping down on his greedy cock and milking him for all he’s worth. He cums not long after, spurting uneven loads inside you and filling you up so messily it drips onto the floor below your poor pussy.
Maybe you should take up gardening.
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a/n: the fog this morning was crazy this is sooo twilight Bella where the hell have you been loca!!
warnings: smut, lewd themes, power dynamics, spanking, unprotected sex, crying/dacryphilia, student-teacher relationship
word count: 0.9k
pairings: Tomioka Giyu x Fem!Reader
“We almost got killed!” Tomioka hisses as he drags you back to your room. “You have got to be more careful.”
Your eyes are wet with tears. Your latest mission had turned sour when you rolled your ankle and you still tried to go after the demon. This meant that Tomioka had to jump in and save you, but he had been pretty busy with his own demon. All in all, it hadn’t been terrible but you did make things a lot harder.
“I thought you said you were ready for that mission. I suppose you didn’t rest that ankle enough.” His voice is so quiet now, but still so terrifying.
The last mission you had been on, you had been injured. It made you so angry to have to be on bedrest for so long, but Tomioka had told you that things would be better once you were better. Still, you told a little white lie and this is what got you in this mess in the first place. You knew you shouldn’t have lied, but you had been so eager to get back to slaying demons.
He pushes you down on the bed and presses on your back. You’re on your stomach, crying and begging him for forgiveness. This is usually what happens whenever you mess up. Tomioka has to give you your punishment. It’s the only way you learn, but he was beginning to suspect that maybe you were enjoying it.
“Lift up your skirt.” He growls. You know he’s being serious.
“Tomioka-san, please…”
The look he gives you is the one that makes you realize you aren’t going to be able to talk your way out of this. You’ll have to comply with whatever he gives you for punishment. Then as you push your skirt up, you feel his fingers pulling down your panties. He was going to spank you bare tonight.
“Don’t fucking pull them back up,” he growls in your ear. “Keep them down.”
Then you feel his hand on your ass. First he rubs it, before slapping you. Over and over, his hand swats over your raw cheeks. You’re crying even more now, but your pussy was getting wetter. You hate how much this was turning you on. Giyu was definitely enjoying himself a bit too much.
“Do you see why I have to punish you? Do you understand why rest and relaxation are important? If you lie to me, we end up on shitty missions like that.”
This time, he spanks your pussy. You whine and squirm; part of you wants him to do it some more, and the other part of you hisses at the pain. He does it again, watching you squirm. The other hand is down at his crotch, rubbing his bulge that has grown since the moment you lifted up your skirt.
“Look at that,” he sneers a bit. “Dripping wet. You fuckin’ love this don’t you?”
There’s something about the way he’s talking right now that makes you drip even more. Tomioka is known for being a bit more quiet, more reserved. Especially compared to some of the other Hashira. That was part of his appeal as a mentor to you, but this little exchange was certainly cementing your want for him even more.
“You want your senpai to punish you,” he breathes in your ear as he leans against you. You can feel his erection. “You wanted this. This is why you lied.”
“I wanted you.”
The admission makes him pause for a moment. You did often try to impress him and you were very touchy-feely with him. Not that he minded, you were very gorgeous and very sweet. Right now, all he had on his mind was to fuck you.
So he pushed you back onto the bed, pulling down his own pants and underwear. His cock sits between your ass cheeks as he plays with your clit to make you even more wet. When he figures you’re ready for him, this is when he slams into you from behind. You cry out, but he’s quick to clamp his hand on your mouth to quiet you.
“Shut up,” he grunts as he thrusts into you animalistically. “Do you really want the whole fucking place to hear you?”
He’s rutting into you harshly, pushing his cock against that spot inside of you that sees stars. Then he begins to spank your ass once more, and you soon find yourself teetering on the edge of an intense orgasm. When he reaches down to begin rubbing your clit, you’re a goner. You whine his name as your walls begin to contract around him.
“Fuck,” he grunts. “Fuck I’m gonna cum!”
He slams into you a few more times before his hips stutter and he’s spilling so deep inside of you. Shots of his thick cum fill you up. Giyu is panting as he pulls out to inspect his mess. Then he spanks your ass one more time.
“This time, I mean it. You’re going to rest. Understood?” He grabs your chin, tilting it to make you look at him.
“Understood, senpai. I’ll rest.”
He helps you get into your bed, undressed and cleaned up. Then he kisses you. It’s a soft kiss, more something that you would have guessed from Tomioka.
“Be a good girl.” He whispers. “Be a good girl and maybe next time, we can skip to the love making.”
You knew it was a stupid idea the moment you finished setting up the ritual circle, but stubbornness swelled in your chest. You were sick of this dreary little town and the sad little life you were expected to live. You needed more. Adventure, excitement. You needed it so badly you could taste it like warm sake on your tongue. So, with shaking hands you unrolled the scroll and recited the incantation written in red ink.
Anticipation swelled and swelled with each word you recited, but then…Nothing. You watched the candles flicker around the circle you’d so carefully arranged with a look of pure disappointment.
“Shit,” you mutter softly. You turn back to your desk, and open the book again to the instructions for the ritual. You couldn’t understand where you’d gone wrong.Why hadn’t the demon showed up?
You were studying the book when you felt a rush of heat rising behind you. The room felt heavy with the heat, your breath feeling more difficult as you turn around.
Standing in the middle of your ritual circle, surrounded by flames and smoke, is the demonic entity known as Enji Todoroki. His arms are crossed as he sizes you up through narrowed eyes.
“Summoned by a little mortal. How quaint,” he steps through the flames. “And for what purpose, little one?”
For a long moment, you stand there staring at him. You’re shocked that it had truly worked. You can’t manage to bring forth an explanation.
“What’s wrong? Can’t speak?” With a wave of his hand, the flames disappear. He approaches you with a smug saunter, then looks down his strong nose at you. “Too awed by my might?”
“I-I didn’t think it would work,” you say finally.
“Hm, I admit I was hesitant to answer the summons,” he smirks. “But I’m glad I did. I think this will be fun.”
“Listen, I need to get out of this place,” you say eagerly. “My life is a mess, and I’m trapped and I just need to get out. I’ll give you whatever you want.”
His eyes lit up with a feral excitement as he leaned down close enough for his nose to brush against yours, “Anything?”
“Yes.”
He pulls away and summons a contract, “Fine, I will get you out of here. I will take you to my palace on this realm instead, and you will bear children for me. Deal?”
“I have to have a kid?” your nose curls up.
“Not so fast, little one. I said children, not child.” He unrolls the contract and places it on the desk. “You will live in my palace, and have luxuries at your command. In return you will have as many children as I desire. The contract is up when I’m satisified.”
Of course, he’s not telling you the fine print. The contract binds your soul to his, making you effectively immortal as long as the contract stands. His very own little plaything.
“Why would you want have children on the mortal plane?”
He sighs, “Questions, questions. Well, demon women can not have children on this plane. But if I have a human mate, then my spawn can be here. My influence will only grow.”
“So…you want me to breed you an army?”
“No, no. Not an army. Just a few powerful hybrids to help me grow in power. And of course, you will be their beloved mother.”
Of course you recognized the insanity of his proposal, but fuck if it didn’t sound exciting compared to your current life.
“Fine, where do I sign?” you ask.
He summons a quill,the grabs your hand to prick your finger. He dips the quill in your blood before handing it over, “Sign on the line.”
As soon as you signed your name, everything went black.
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When you awoke, you were no longer in your shabby little bedroom in your broke down hometown. You were sleeping upon silk sheets. You sat up on the bed and looked around at the opulent bedroom.
“Oh fuck,” you whispered. You stood up, and found a note on the nightstand from Enji.
“Dearest Mate,
I have to return to the underworld for some business. In the meantime, enjoy your new life and be ready for me when I arrive.”
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It would be months before the demon arrived to claim his prize. You were fresh off a shopping trip, and putting your newly bought outfits away when you felt the heat of his presence. Leaving the walk-in closet, you found him lounging on the bed with an easy grin.
“Hello, little one,” he purred. “I see you’ve made yourself quite comfortable.”
“I have,” you say, hiding a smile.
“Good,” he stands then and approaches you. One large hand caresses your cheek as the other grabs your waist. “And I hope you’ve prepared for motherhood as well.”
You blush, “Actually, I have.”
You take his hand and lead him to the small adjoined room you’d had added on. It’s a nursery. You have it decorated and stocked.
“How quaint,” he leans down to kiss your neck softly. “And here I thought you’d be hesitant to see the deal through.”
“I always keep my word,” you turned around to face him.
“A rare trait among humans,” he kisses your nose and then your cheek. “I knew I made the right choice with you.”
His lips capture yours in a heated kiss. As he lifts you off the ground, your legs instinctively wrap around his waist. Your kisses deepen as he holds you in his arms. He carries you to the bedroom, and sets you down gently on the bed.
“I didn’t expect you to be so eager when I returned,” he said. His hands are quick with discarding your dress, then he removes his own clothes.
“You’ve given me everything,” you whisper.
“Not everything, not yet,” he smirks as he reaches down to palm at his aching cock. He gives himself a few pumps before crawling onto the bed.
Your legs spread to accommodate his broad shoulders, moaning as he leans down to lick your slick folds. A growl of satisfaction rumbles in his throat while the taste of you, his prize, is like honey on his tongue. He laps at your cunt with wanton abandon. He can smell your pleasure, your desire. He knows just when to pull away to make you cry out from the loss of your orgasm.
“Not to worry, little one. I’m not even close to finished with you,” he growls as he settles himself on top of you. His cock is leaking thick beads of precum against your mound. He rubs the head up and down your weeping slit, then thrusts into you without warning.
“Ah!”
“I know, I know. You’ve never been so full, hm?” he taunts you. He leans down to kiss you deeply. “Don’t worry, pet. It will get better.”
The demon clings to your hips as he pounds into you over and over. His cock throbs within you, balls heavy and slapping against your ass.
“Enji,” you whimper as the pleasure grows with each pass of his cock against your sweet spot. Your nails dig into the thick muscle of his shoulders.
“That’s it, my pet. Give yourself to me,” he pants.
When you cum, your body feels suspended in time. Your blissful moans are sweet music to his ears. With a few more thrusts, he’s following you into the pleasurable abyss.
You expect him to leave when he’s done with you, but instead he protectively curls himself around you. He refuses to leave your side, insisting he must keep his spawn safe. Although he can’t admit that he wants you safe just as badly. He’s grown fond of you, in his own way.
Nine months later, you give birth to a beautiful baby boy with bright blue eyes that seem to swim with flames.
warnings: smut, lewd themes, some power dynamics, face sitting, oral sex(fem receiving)
word count: 0.8k
pairings: Suguru Geto x Fem!Reader
Suguru Geto was an enigma for you. Really, how would you be so wrapped up in something like this if it weren’t for the fact that he was completely charming. His little grins made your heart race. You knew he was dangerous. People often warned you about just how dangerous this man could be. A curse user of the most terrifying degree. And yet you truly found so much comfort in him.
Who else had been there to wipe your tears? Who else would tell you that your cursed technique wasn’t wrong or awful? He reminded you of your worth and you became someone who was willing to do anything to make sure Suguru was safe. You worshipped the ground he walked on. And it would remain that way for the rest of your and his life.
You had heard rumours that Suguru didn’t have a lover. He thought of those things as childish and irrelevant. But still he was a man with needs and you often wondered if his needs were being met. You knew you could offer something to him that most of the other followers couldn’t.
One night, you come to his private living quarters. He smirks when he sees you, it’s almost like he knows what you’re here for. And he does, but he wants you to speak the words out loud. He wants you to tell him.
You sit on a cozy chair in front of a small table. You notice a few things scattered about—an old notebook, some manga and a few coins. These little things remind you that Suguru Geto isn’t a god, but he is indeed a living man. When your eyes meet once more, there’s a fire there that wasn’t there before.
“Are your needs being met?” You finally blurt out.
Suguru sits across from you, grinning like a cheeky fox. “My needs?”
You feel an embarrassment stirring up inside of you. How the hell were you going to explain this to him? Yet he gets up and strides over to you, cupping your face in his hands.
“It has been some time since I’ve had a woman in here with me.”
He whispers his admission into the night. You hear it so clearly over the pounding of your heart. Suguru leans in to kiss you, leaving you a little breathless. It’s not something full of love. Instead it’s full of longing and need.
Things escalate quickly as he pulls you into the bedroom. The kisses become longer and more heated. He makes you feel wanted, even if you know that it’s not going to turn into anything special. When you are naked on his bed, you know this is just for him and not for love.
Suguru surprises you by pulling you to straddle his face. He promises you that this is what he wants, and who are you to argue? Who are you to tell him that you don’t want this? His breath feels so warm on your folds as you get into position.
His tongue delves between your folds, opening them up. Every little move has you squirming for more. Who would have thought that having the leader of the cult like this on his back while you straddle his face would make you so weak in the knees? Then again, you would have never imagined yourself in this position ever.
He laps at you like you are honey and melon. He drinks you up like the very essence of you is perfect and what he needs. The sounds coming from him are so wet and lewd as Suguru eats you out. You feel your own thighs beginning to shake as the feeling of your pleasure bubbles up inside of you.
The coil tightens more and more. Each lash of his tongue has you so close. Each little kiss against your clit has you moaning his name like a prayer. And with each moment you get closer, Suguru feels like this is almost you worshipping him. Despite wanting to keep you at a distance, he realizes that maybe keeping you close could have its benefits.
“Fuck I’m…I’m cumming!”
The sound alone has his cock throbbing. Your whole body shudders as you finally fall off the edge. Beneath you, the man in charge of your pleasure, is drinking you up completely. He’s lapping up every little drop of your juices and savoring them like he’s never going to have anything better.
Finally, you come down from your intense high and you snuggle up close to him. Suguru chuckles breathily before pulling you close. Your eyes are closed and your breathing is shallow; as expected, you fell asleep. Nevermind that, Suguru decides to keep you close.
Because when you wake up, he’s going to ask you to return the favor.
warnings: smut, lewd themes, chasing, breeding mentions, slight fear play, biting, dirty talk, pregnancy mention, unprotected sex, rough sex
word count: 0.6k
pairings: Renji Abarai x Fem!Reader
Your scent is in the air. He’s chasing you now, but he stops from time to time. Part of the fun is the chase, and he will let it go on for a little while longer. Just the thought of you running from him has his blood pumping.
Renji enjoys the chase. He enjoys being able to run after you, finding you hiding. You always look a little hopeless and helpless when you’re like this. The way you’re trying to hide your arousal, like it’s some sort of shame. This is the best part of this scenario.
“Come on out,” he growls. “I can smell you.”
He begins to run after you even more. This all started some time ago when you mentioned how fun it would be for him to get all primal on you. Renji saw it as an opportunity to spice things up for the two of you. And now that he’s fully chasing you, and you’re back in his sights, Renji knows he doesn’t regret this one bit.
He’s closing the distance quickly, and your heart beat accelerates. The sound of his footsteps so close has you letting out a little squeak of surprise. He’s almost on you now, and you’re going to have to either submit or you’re going to have to trick him. And while it’s easy enough to trick Renji, you know that you don’t have that much energy in you.
So you try to cut a corner and veer off to the side, but Renji is quicker than you. He pins you up against a tree, smirking at the way your eyes widen with fear. He knows this is all part of the little game
“So cute, you thought you could trick me, huh?”
He pushes you down onto the forest floor. He knows you don’t need any prepping, you’ll be ready for the breeding already. You whine, trying to get him to slow down but Renji’s already too hard and too aroused to even think about this.
“Renji, please…”
He pushes your pants down, pulling your shirt up. He crawls on top of you, holding you down to the ground as he gropes your breasts. His breath is warm on your neck before he bites down. You yelp in surprise and in pleasure.
“Be a good girl.”
He pulls down his pants, and he uses the head of his cock to rub against your clit and folds. Your juices smear all over your hole and you whine as he pushes into you. It takes him little time to begin a brutal pace.
His hips slam into your ass over and over as he fucks you roughly. Renji’s growling about how he’s going to breed you and fuck his cum into you.
“Gonna make sure you’re pregnant. Gonna knock you up.”
His words are slurred as he continues pounding into you. You try to hold on, but your orgasm is imminent. Renji growls once more as he pumps into you, feeling every single little twitch and clench of your silky walls. It’s growing to be almost too much for him, but he’s loving it. He’s loving that he can be this intense with you.
“Gonna fuckin’ breed you.” He’s biting down on your neck once more. “Going to make sure my seed takes hold.”
You cry out as the pleasure hits you hard. You feel blinded by the euphoria and the fear and pain all mixing into one. It’s like your whole body is on fire from head to toe with all these emotions running rampant. Renji growls against your skin as your walls clamp down on him.
“FUCK!” He growls louder, pumping into you faster.
With a loud roar, he spills into you, emptying his seed into your waiting womb. The thought of impregnating you was so incredibly alluring that it feels like Renji was spilling so much into you. It begins to dribble out, but he stays buried deep inside to keep as much of it inside of you.
“Stay,” he groans. “Stay so I can knock you up properly.”
warnings: smut, lewd themes, alcohol, voyeurism, spying, male masturbation
word count: 0.7k
pairings: Hiromi Higuruma x Fem!Reader
You were such a distraction to him. Every time he had to work with you, Hiromi cursed himself for being such a pervert. It didn’t help that you were so damn sweet and so helpful. And those tight blouses you wore in the office didn’t leave much to the imagination. You were almost too good to be true; Hiromi’s personal wet dream come to life.
And every time he had to go on a business trip with you, he was worried that he would end up confessing to some sin or something like that. You two would end up going on business trips a lot and you both enjoyed having a drink at the bar at the end of a hard day.
The thought of him having loose lips during a drunken tirade is embarrassing enough. So most of the time, Hiromi retires to his solo hotel room early and jerks off. He thinks about your soft breasts, your beautiful eyes and those legs of yours. You always look impeccable in your outfits, and it drives him crazy.
During one business trip, Hiromi realizes he’s got a perfect view of your bed through the peephole on the door that adjoins your rooms. He hates that this has happened, but the other part of him is celebrating this tiny win.
The trip goes well, and Hiromi finally joins you at the bar. He’s a charming man, you think to yourself. If you weren’t colleagues, you might even consider dating him. But you always knew that dating your colleagues was a bad idea and it often led to heartbreak faster than most relationships.
Hiromi has you in stitches with so many jokes. He’s sweet and gentle too, buying you drinks and food at the end of a hard day. You get a little more tipsy than you normally would, but Hiromi is a sweetheart and gets you to your room carefully and safely. As you bid him goodnight, he presses a little kiss to your cheek.
“Sleep well,” he says as he enters the room next to yours.
His heart is racing in his chest as he slowly makes his way to the peephole. You’re sitting on the bed, still fully clothed. Hiromi watches as you drink some water and in your tipsy state, a little bit of water dribbles down your chin and soaks into your blouse. You curse at yourself for being so clumsy.
His cock begins to harden as you unbutton your blouse. He reaches down to begin palming at it through his tight pants. You look gorgeous in just a bra and your skirt and stockings. When you stretch, he sees just how full your breasts look in your lacy bra.
“Mmm…should get this thing off too,” you say to nobody as you reach behind yourself to undo your bra.
Hiromi’s eyes bulge as he looks at your breasts spilling out of your bra. You look so comfy like this too. And it doesn’t seem like you’re stopping anytime soon.
He’s quick to undo his belt and unzip the zipper. As he pulls out his cock, he finds that he’s just oozing precum. Hiromi grunts softly as he begins to jerk himself off to the sight of you undressing. It’s almost like you’re doing it just for him.
It’s exciting and enticing. It’s almost like he’s a teenager again and he’s found some of his father’s hidden magazines. The thrill of jerking off to those pictures was such a rush for him too. And now with you undressing just on the other side of the door, it’s alluring.
He can already feel his balls drawing up, and he has to squeeze the head of his cock to try and last just a little longer. You’re too beautiful for your own good. You move in such a sultry way, and he wonders if you know he’s watching you. But he thinks it must just be the alcohol in your system.
When you sit on the bed with your panties tangled around one of your heels, this sends Hiromi over the edge with a strangled cry. He paints his side of the door with his seed and he tries his best to keep quiet, but you just keep spreading your thighs and getting cozy and it makes his orgasm that much better.
He’s blinded by the pure pleasure and he staggers back onto the bed. Slowly, he comes down from his high. As he undresses for bed, he thinks about the beautiful look on your face. You are a veritable angel. Hiromi thinks that maybe having you as a colleague will be nice…as long as he continues to have chances like this to peek at you.
warnings: smut, lewd themes, intoxication(weed mention), oral sex(male receiving), rough oral sex, slight power dynamics
word count: 0.9k
pairings: Shikamaru Nara x Fem!Reader
You’ve always had a thing for Shikamaru. Especially when the two of you grew up, you had a big crush on him. Of course, you never really let on that you liked him, you mostly just trained with him at times and spent time lazing around.
Everyone thought that you two would get together, but it never really seemed to happen. After the war, Shikamaru showed more interest in helping Naruto become the next Hokage than dating. You didn’t really care either, though at times you wondered what being with him might look like.
One day, Shikamaru invites you to hang out with him. With butterflies in your tummy, you accept and you head over. You weren’t too sure where this might lead, but you were happy to go over anyway. Maybe your crush could turn into something more, but you weren’t going to bet on it.
Shikamaru’s room was the perfect place to hang out. He’s got a cozy loveseat in front of a vinyl player. The sleeves to some records are hanging around on the coffee table that’s also littered with an ashtray, rolling papers and loose baggies. His bed looks inviting too, with the fluffy comforter and soft pillows. The vibe was immaculate.
“Come here,” he invites you to sit down on the loveseat.
When you do, you realize your knees are brushing together. It’s sort of cute in a way, but the way Shika looks at you makes you realize he’s trying to hook up. You’re not against this at all, seeing as you wanted to know if your feelings for him had been dormant or maybe they faded away. When you lean in to kiss him, this makes you realize that you were still so head over heels for him.
“Sorry,” he breathes as he pulls away from the kiss.
You shake your head. “No, no need to be sorry. That was very much wanted.”
Shikamaru turns on the record player and then he begins to roll a joint. You watch as he does so with practiced ease. Something about the way he just so effortlessly rolls that joint has you practically salivating. He’s so gorgeous, even more so now that the two of you have grown older.
The joint gets passed back and forth until you’re both comfortably high. Once the inhibitions are lowered, neither one of you mind to lean in to begin kissing.
Shikamaru kisses you hungrily, like he’s been waiting for this for a long time. Truth be told, you both have been toeing the line of friends and lovers for a long time, and to have you close like this, Shikamaru knows he’s not going to let the opportunity slip by.
The kiss turns more frantic and soon you’re on his lap, grinding against the twitching bulge in his pants. He holds you tight, pulling you closer and grinding his hips with yours. The more you grind against him, the more his cock twitches with pure need.
“Can I…fuck can I fuck your face?”
The words slip out of him and you let out a little giggle. You weren’t expecting that at all. So you get on your knees and pull off your shirt, beckoning him closer. Shikamaru drops his pants and boxers, shoving them away with his toe. Then he begins to stroke his cock.
“Oh you’re a big boy,” you tease him as you lean in to lick and kiss his balls.
Shikamaru is shaking with need already. He guides his cock to your lips and you open them willingly. He shoves his cock inside, making you choke softly. When he looks down at you, he feels his balls draw up almost immediately.
Then he begins to rock his hips, pushing into your mouth harder and faster. Curse words fall from his lips as you eagerly take this fucking. You’re so good at taking him down your throat. There’s tears that stream down your cheeks and drool that dribbles down your chin. When Shikamaru looks down at you again, his knees buckle.
“Fuck, you’re gonna make me cum.”
You look up at him with a lovesick sort of look on your face, making him shake. He’s muttering swear words and pleading you not to stop, even though he’s the one in charge here. He’s the one setting the pace. You couldn’t pull away just yet, you don’t want to be cruel.
So you reach up to begin cupping his balls. You massage them, feeling the weight of them in your hands. Shikamaru is struggling to hold on now, and you can feel his cock twitch with each moment he gets closer and closer to the edge.
“Fuck yes! I’m cumming!”
His pace gets even more brutal. He shoves his cock down your throat over and over, repeatedly thrusting his hips. Then with a guttural cry, he begins to spill down your throat. Ropes of thick cum coat your throat, and you swallow as eagerly as you can. When he finally pulls out of you, you take a big gulp of air.
“Holy shit,” he says breathlessly. “Holy…”
You get up on your feet, pushing him back onto the couch. You straddle his lap, smirking at the dazed look in his eyes. Then you lean in to kiss him, and Shikamaru surprises you by shoving his tongue into your mouth, almost like he wants to taste himself.
Warnings: werewolf fucking, knotting, no foreplay, primal kink, au!broly, fem!reader
Tags: @actuallysaiyan
A wolf without a pack. A man without a home. For as long as you can remember, you’ve heard the lonesome howls echoing across the mountains every full moon. The Beast, as the village called the mysterious figure, had never shown itself. Yet every full moon preparations were made to keep the village safe. Every home was brandished with wolfsbane and silver daggers. Everyone was to be locked in their homes before sundown except for a few chosen men who stood guard outside the wall.
The full moon was getting ready to make its grand appearance again. In the village, the air was fraught with tension. You couldn’t handle its heaviness anymore, so you took the forest as you always did to go foraging for wolfsbane.
As you wandered off the path, you heard rustling deep in the trees. Then, a soft whimper. It was pitiful and sad. You squinted to try to catch sight of the source of the sound, but you couldn’t see anything.
Deeper and deeper you wandered, certain you were trailing behind a wounded animal. The poor creature wouldn’t stand a chance when the moon rose in the sky and The Beast once more roamed the lands.
You follow the whimpers and rustling until you hear a heavy drop. You push through the trees and find a large man hunched over in pain. His hair was wild, and all he wore was a fur loincloth. His tanned skin was covered in scars.
“Are you alright?” you asked softly.
He looked up at you, his eyes glowing green but his mouth parted in fear. He began backing away, wincing in pain as he stumbled to his feet.
“Go..away,” he said. His voice was deep and scratchy as though he didn’t use it often. His broad chest heaved with each deep breath, and you spotted the three gashes on his side.
“Were you attacked? I can help,” you insisted. You stepped closer to him, holding your hands up in a show of good will.
“No help, Broly fine,” he said again.
“Don’t be silly, you’re bleeding all over the place!”
He looked up at the sky, his eyes narrowing at the sight of the sky growing darker. He reached out with one large hand and gave you a gentle shove.
“You go…be safe…leave Broly!” He growled, baring sharp canines at you. “Go!”
You stumbled back from his shove,”You’re going to get hurt if you stay out here, the beast will be out! It will attack you.”
The sun was steadily sinking beneath the trees, giving way for the moon to rise. His eyes glow a brighter green as he steps towards you, and without further warning he scoops you up in his arms despite his low energy. You could see him gritting his teeth through the pain. He was watching the sun sink deeper and deeper as he walked, trying to carry you to the village before the sun went down.
He dropped you off at the village gates, then disappeared into the forest despite you calling after him. As the village shut down, you couldn’t rest. You stood by your window, staring into the darkness. Did the mysterious stranger make it home? Was he safe?
Meanwhile under the light of the moon, a werewolf stalks through the night. Your scent guides him, strong and sweet. He can’t stop thinking about you, remembering how worried you were about him. He craved you. He craved making you his own. His mate.
He’d never dared to wander into the village in this form before, but Broly can’t help himself anymore. Not with your face clouding his thoughts. He followed the scent into the village and through the narrow streets.
You had almost dozed off when a bang stirs you. As you stand up and move towards your bedroom door, you hear a hungry growl. Then, the beast slashes through the sliding door with ease. Through the rips you see glowing green eyes staring at you.
“Broly?” you gasp.
He growls softly in response before slashing the door again, this time making a big enough hole for him to push through. He stands tall over you, and although he growls he doesn’t show his teeth. He kneels down before you and nuzzles his head against your stomach.
You gently pet his fur and scratch behind his ears. Somehow, you’d done it. You tamed the beast.
Following his instincts, he moves his snout lower to follow the sweet scent he’d been hunting all night. He nudges his nose between your thighs, salivating with your musk filling his nostrils. When you gasp, he pulls away quickly. His ears are folded back as though waiting to be scolded, but your touch soothes him.
“It’s okay,” you say as you kneel with him. You untie your obi and let your kimono fall down your shoulders.
His rough, clawed hands reach for you without hesitation. He’s trying to be gentle when he paws at your tits, but the need is too much. He pushes you onto your futon and dwarfs you with his broad form. His cock is already hard and leaking. He laps gently at your skin while grinding himself against you.
With a loud growl, he turns you over onto your stomach. Before you have a chance to warn him to be gentle, he’s plunging his large cock deep into your cunt. He squeezed your hips tight, his claws pressing against your skin.
“Broly!” you whine softly.
He leans over your body, nuzzling against the back of your neck and licking you soothingly as he fucked you. The pain of him stretching your walls eventually gives way to toe-curling pleasure. He fucks you harder and faster, panting above you. His knot begins to swell as he approached his own climax.
With a howl, he begins filling you his thick seed. His knot swells to its full size to lock your bodies together, and you realize he’s not even close to finished with you.
Welcome to the fifth annual Kinktober Masterlist! This year, I decided to make things easier for myself and just randomize the kinks. I didn't decide any of these, I ran them all through number generators and number randomizers. All I picked were the kinks and the characters.
As with each year, I try to make it as interesting as possible with a good amount of kinks and characters. I hope you all will enjoy what I come up with.
Please read the rules below along with the list and at the bottom of the list, there will be a taglist form if you wish to fill out!
Happy spooky season everyone and may all your kinks come true ;)
RULES(Read before proceeding)
All fics are self-contained, that is to say that there will be NO PART 2!
Please be kind and don't be an asshole. I do this for free, for people to enjoy and for kinky people to enjoy. Don't like it? Scroll on by and don't read.
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I won't be changing any kinks or characters. What you see below is the DEFINITE list and won't be subject to ANY changes.
If you have any questions, concerns or even suggestions for next year's kinktober, feel free to let me know!
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Fics range from 500-2k+ words based on my inspiration.
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This year, I really wanted to do Kinktober but life has been crazy so I decided instead of shooting to post something everyday I am going to have weekly fics! Without further ado, I welcome you to the MONSTER SMASH!
Every Friday in October, I will be posting about getting down and dirty with some sexy monsters. There will be elements of horror, smut, maybe even gore. Everything of course will be tagged appropriately!
