Knives with the most thiccest, juiciest, bombastic clapping ass being eaten out
Beani you're a bad influence for me. Pushing your bottom Knives agenda on me and getting me to write your will. How dare you! Remember that picture I sent you on discord of Knives in a maid dress and I asked you how you felt about it? Yeah, I asked for a reason. You owe me. I even put a little plot into it.
CW: Rim jobs, spanking, mild degradation, over stimulation. Calling Knives a good boy turns him into a mess.
Now that the dust had settled, you found yourself living a very normal life with Knives, much to his hatred. He found the mundane ways of human life to be boring and wasteful, but he had agreed with Vash that this act was for the betterment of humans and PLANTS alike.
Knives and Vash were often making up for lost time. Their bond was more like that of two teenage brothers who had just started puberty. Always wrestling, bickering, making stupid dares, and always coming to you when the other acted out.
That's how you found yourself here. Both brothers had their foreheads pressed against each other as they glared holes into each other.
"Just stop being a baby and put it on; you lost the bet!" Vash says, arms crossed in a childish pout.
"This bet was ludicrous in the first place! I only agreed to silence your persistent whining." Knives replied.Â
In the clutches of your hand was a rather suggestive maid's outfit. This outfit wasn't for you. You'd rather die than put it on, but so would the person who has to. With a heavy sigh, you speak up.
"You shouldn't make bets if you don't want to follow through with the terms, Knives." You say stern. You receive a glare from the older of the twins.
"Exactly. You made your bed, now lay on it." Vash mockingly adds to your words.
You swore Knives was about to end Vash's life right then and there, but you watched him slump in defeat. "I will put it on if Vash agrees to leave."
"Fine. I can take victory knowing you dressed like a pretty princess for a day." His tone of voice is like a 5-year-old mocking another kid. He glances at you and winks, as if secretly telling you to take a picture for him.
As Vash departs, you exchange a glance with Knives before holding out the provocative maid's uniform. "I'll wait out here." You smile.Â
Neither of you were really sure how you got to this point. The events happened so fast. Knives put on the outfit, and now you had him on the floor, trying to suppress his pathetic whimpers as your hand teasingly stroked his cock.
That outfit unlocked something primal in you. It hardly covered his throbbing cock, and it clung to every detail of his body. You coo gently at him, your fingers tracing the veins of his erection. "You look so pretty in that outfit. You look even prettier, struggling to keep your moans in."
He grunts at you in annoyance, but it allows a drawn-out moan to escape his lips. Knives' ego always got in the way of allowing you the power, so you were going to savor every second you had him whimpering. You feel his cock twitch in your hand; fluids are leaking from the head. You reach down and give the tip of his cock a few kitten licks, lapping up the precum.Â
"You're loving this. I don't think I've seen you this hard before." Your words come out like a purr.
"Shut up..." He replies with a bit of shame.
"What was that?" The tone of your voice changes enough to startle the man below you ever so slightly. "Sorry, did you tell me to shut up? You're in no position to talk to me like that." The corners of your lips pull into a devilish grin. You grab his hips and flip him over in one fluid motion.
"Hips up. Now." You command. When Knives doesn't comply, you bring your hand down onto his left ass cheek, leaving him with a surprised yelp. "Now."
With a few grumbles, he positions his knees under him, raising his lower half into the air. You grab the skirt, throwing it forward until all of his lower regions are exposed for you.
"Good boy." You lovingly coo at him. You place a hand on each cheek, feeling a devilish idea come over you. Thank God Knives was thorough with his cleansing routines.
Your tongue lapped gently across his hole, making him immediately tense up.
"What are you doing?" He shouted at you, but he'd be damned if he said he wasn't a little interested.
"Just enjoy it, stupid." You reply, before lapping your tongue across once more.
Knives wants to protest, but your tongue sends a shiver down his spine that makes his cock visibly throb. He grunts at the little giggle that you let out after seeing that throb.
Your mouth expertly goes to work, lapping over the sensitive nerves of his entrance. You could feel Knives melting under you. He was desperately trying to hide it, but mewls escaped from his lips every time your tongue licked the right spot.
One hand moved down from his cheek to grip his cock. You wanted this man drooling. You fisted his cock at a steady pace, combining that motion with the work of your tongue. "You're such a good boy."
Now you've done it. Now you had him moaning and whining so pathetically. The same man who could rip a town apart in seconds was reduced to a whining slut on your living room floor.
"Faster..." He begged breathlessly, all reluctance to give up control was gone.
"What was that, baby?" You coo.Â
"Faster...! Stroke faster!" He tried to sound mad and demanding, but it came out desperate.
"Gonna cum for me, good boy?" You ask, your hand picking up speed as the fingers of your free hand join your tongue to tease his hole. "Go on, cum for me."
Knives so desperately wanted to yell, but pleasure smacked him like a bus as his orgasm came crashing over him. He pathetically bucked his hips into your hand as you milked him of every drop of cum.
You finally released his cock from your grip, pulling back as you ran your tongue across your lips. "Such a good boy. Now it's your turn."
Seeing you hover over his face, sex dripping in excitement, Knives knew he was in for a long but unforgettable night.
You receive a text early the next morning from Vash. "Hey! You never sent me any photos! I wanted to see how goofy he looked in that dress."
Your eyes glance over at Knives, who still had a fucked-out look on his face even while sleeping. You snort gently to yourself before replying. "Sorry, I got...distracted."
Everyone talks about you borrowing Arthurâs clothes (a forever mood) but imagine this:
Arthur borrowing YOUR clothes!!!!
The hoodie you put in the dirty basket this morning to be washed when you come home is scooped up with trembling hands, fingers digging into the material as a grateful face burrows into it, a muffled moan coming out of Arthur as his entire body SINKS into the comfort your scent offers him.
The jeans you haphazardly kicked off an hour ago when you got home from work, which are on the hardwood floor immediately before the living roomâs green carpet are picked up with a humoured âhmâ as Arthur turns the legs the right way and then folds them, moving into the bedroom to leave them at the foot of the bed, his bruised fingers lingering on them. He doesnât want to let any part of you go and that includes the clothes you wear. Heâs grateful to them, in a way, for keeping you warm and for protecting you when he canât.
Your favourite T-shirt, fresh out of the washer, is cradled in Arthurâs hands as he runs his fingers over any print displayed across the front. It smells like his laundry detergent but the material looks and feels like you, so often have his fingers delved beneath the material to feel your skin against his own. Itâs damp but he doesnât care, he buries his face in it and imagines for just a moment that youâre in the room with him. If he concentrates, he thinks he can detect a faint scent of you under all the laundry detergent. Youâre always right beside him, even when youâre on opposite sides of Gotham.
He wears them when youâre in the apartment with him and he wears them when youâre not. If you ask him where this article of clothing has gone, you might receive a murmured, âin the washâ, or you might get a sheepish grin and a âright hereâ as he pointedly tugs on what heâs wearing. Either way, Arthur loves to feel like heâs surrounded by you; it grounds him in the moment, it keeps him safe from harm, it makes him feel like he can face the day and the many cruelties of the world⊠itâs the same way you feel when you wear his clothes and after some time together, you stop using separate spaces to store your clothes, because you borrow from each other all the time.
No matter how much you both feel like wearing the otherâs clothes is like a constant hug, though, both of you readily admit to yourselves and each other that you would prefer - if youâre someone who likes touch - to have an actual hug. Nothing quite like the basic comforts in life to pull you through, and yet nothing about your relationship is basic. Itâs everything you never knew you needed until you found it.
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BABYYY I just screamed when I saw your URL in my notifications đ„șđ„șđ„ș I hope you're doing fine, Marina!! đ
Hey,gurl i've missed you!!!!đ I was always here but not so active to be honest... I had dedicate my time mostly drawing,as you can see, and family. Covid and shit locked us down. Thanks got we did caught it,yet but vaccinated. Tell me your news!
a dance with the devil in the pale moonlight âą part three
summary:Â a sleepless night leads to a short but memorable chance encounter. Â
warnings: smut.Â
word count: 5310
notes: part one / part two đč
a most huge and heartfelt thank you to the one & only @iartsometimes for her absolutely stunning painting, âdance with me,â which directly inspired me to pick up with this piece again & finally finish it, over a year after posting part 2 đ i couldnât have done it without you, tanya. i treasure this so, so deeply, the inspiration itâs provided has been endless. i cannot overstate how special this is to me, and i will never be able to thank you enough â€ïžâ€ïžâ€ïž
thank you also to @fleckcmscott for beta-reading & helping me figure out how to get things as right as i could đđ»
this is the final part of this story. thank you for reading đč
Neither of you could hold back any longer. He kissed you with a newfound ferocity that contrasted the delicateness you had come to know from him so far; his lips were thin and dry but eager and met yours attentively. Though he was slim, and not too tall, you felt entirely encompassed by the weight of him as he settled on top of you. Â
The moon shone big and bright behind him, lighting up the sky and giving his silhouette a silvery glow. He pulled away and you took him in; his hair had gone wild with the wind, a messy mane of forest green that framed the canvas of his pristinely painted features and eager smile. Your eyes followed the contours of the red paint, the elongated dimples of his cheeks to his uneven teeth. He really didnât look at all unlike a wolf â a wolf in sheepâs clothing, maybe, but all the same a wolf you wanted to rescue from his urban dwelling. You couldnât help but think that it didnât seem like it was where he belonged.
I remember discussing the wish to see more after I made the drawing; I knew you had the rest in you! đ„° It came together perfectly! This is heartbreaking but beautiful.
Your Joker is so gentlemanly while retaining the confident devilish air I adore! Itâs such a sexy mix and makes me đ„. I am already seeing more images Iâd love to make happen one day but for now my imagination will do!
The way you ended it⊠đ„șđ so poetic. I canât describe too much without spoiling but it destroyed me in a wonderful way.
The wolf analogy is a favorite of mine, thank you for including this, along with the roses, the concept by which so many of us are swooned! đčđ So classically romantic which just seems so Arthur, right? Even though I see Joker as an entirely new version of himself, I can believe he would retain parts like that of himself. I love seeing this softer side of Joker too. So many ways to interpret and portray him!
Iâm so so happy I could help inspire you to get back to this masterpiece! Thank you a million for finishing it! Cheers to more mutual inspiration in the future!!! đčđđđ
The idea that women are too old to read smut once they reach their mid-20âs is deeply rooted in patriarchical ideas of gender roles. Women in their 20âs must get married and stop desiring sex from anyone but their husbands, or to not âdesireâ sex at all but to perform sexually for their husbands. The idea of women reading and writing romance novels has been seen as dangerous for as long as romance novels have existed. Male scholars have been complaining about it for decades because women having and acting on sexual desires threatens a very old status quo.
So: are you a woman over 25? Do you participate in fandom? Do you read or write smut? Then congratulations, youâre participating in a long tradition of threatening the very foundations of the patriarchy. Donât let anyone tell you that youâre âtoo oldâ to do any of that. Ignore them and keep on smashing.
Life is hard for Arthur. His mother is sick. Heâs sick. He can barely keep food on the table. And the world around him seems to be getting crazier by the day...
Iâm making a study playlist of ambiences which comfort me and will help me focus next month, and I just stumbled upon this and Iâm⊠obsessed. đđđ
Omg this is taking me somewhere else, I love it so much. đđ I can picture him curled up on his desk, shirtless as he writes on his journal and smokes in his little corner, lost in his own world. Itâs so inspiring and evocative, perfect to write. thank you for tagging me honeybee đ„șâŁïžđ
Yeeees ~ đ„°đ„°đ„° I love listening to this while I study, itâs so immersive (could do with some talking to go over the top though or some songs in the film or something omgđ„ș just take me to his apartment and leave me theređ„șđ) and the picture you present is so vividđđđđđđđ„șđ„șđ„șđđđđ youâre welcome darling omg thank you for listening hasdfghjkl I always have so many things to share with you.đđ
Ship:Â Shouta Aizawa x Fem!Reader
Trigger Warnings:Â Mirror sex, slight edging, vaginal penetration, teasing, genital piercings (mentions not graphic descriptions), Reader does wear a skirt
Length: 4.3k
A/N: I struck while the iron was hot! Inked part 2 is here!!!! *cheers for myself* The smut is here. And lemme tell you, I had a ton of fun writing it. Tagging the lovely @thewheezingwyvernâ because I tortured her with some snippets from it. I would be sorry except Wyv likes it.
Part One here
Nerves settled like lead in your stomach as the day approached for your tattoo. Â Shouta had sent the sketch to you and it was beautiful, exactly what youâd pictured in your mind. Â You wondered if you could ever turn his head towards you. Â The man was supremely frustrating. Â He put up a wall between you two and no matter what you did it stood strong. Â Approaching Mic had been useless when youâd talked to him. Â Your best option was Nemuri. Â Sheâd been in the grade above yours but liked the group enough to hang around.
âYou need a favor? Â Anything for you kitten.â Â You huffed at the nickname but was glad she agreed to meet with you. Â She gave you the address and you headed off after work. Â Your eyes widened at the front of the building. Â After Midnight was a well-known establishment that catered to certain tastes. Â Nemuri ran the club with a strict fist, and whip, and every time you suggested visiting it both Shouta and Mic had blown up about it.
The security guard waved you through with a tired expression and you slipped in through the door. Â The club was gearing up for the night. Â You were friendly with the staff and you knew your way to Nemuriâs office. Â Just because Shouta and Hizashi thought you didnât belong, didnât make it the truth. Nemuri usually invited you during the off hours so thereâd be more time to catch up. Â âKitten! Â Look at you!â Nemuri grinned as you knocked on the office door. Â âCome in, tell me all about it.â Â She hummed as you explained the situation to her.
Alright, of all the Hitoshiâs Iâve written this is probably my favorite. Itâs pretty hardcore so please be warned. Not for the faint of heart. bUT LIKE ALSO I forgot how much sweet consent stuff I put in here and Iâm like elrkkj;qlekjr dawww. This displays a healthy master/slave dynamic and oh god does it make me fucking horny.
Kinks: degradation, humiliation, squirting, master/pet, toys, spanking, bondage, pain play, fear play, mind control, face fucking, harsh names, dirty talk
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Youâd been aware of Shinsou Hitoshiâs sadistic side for quite some time. During play, you would notice him holding back, concerned about going âtoo far,â or at least, what he thought would be too far.
It was clear, however, that this restraint was for your benefit,
There was no doubt that once he reached that dominant headspace, Hitoshi was a predator, and you, his intended prey.
After your most recent mind-blowing scene, he was helping you come down when you thought youâd tell him what was on your mind.
Yessss. Not everyone needs or wants aftercare but the option should always be there. Itâs a great opportunity to bond and reset đ„° thank you for reading!
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