Synopsis: VyâKiro asks to see you in their room. You didnât expect your actions to quite lead to this, though.
Content (& warnings): smut, gn!bottom!reader, top!Vyâkiro, porn w/ little plot, some degradation (no use of slut/whore), power imbalance
A/N: Again the wheel chose smut. Iâm trying to get more writing practice in so if anyone has requests pls feel free to send them in the ask box! Im going to also try and add more chars as time goes on, ideally on a schedule <3
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Youâve been attempting to hit on the captain for weeks now. At first, you thought that she was just trying to behave and not hook up with others. You were at the brink of giving up, until he called you over to his room.
And now were getting pounded into on his desk.
She didnât even give you much chance of a discussion before slamming her cock into you from behind. You didnât have to see it to feel every vein, ridge, and curve as she went in and out of you.
One hand was holding your hips, the other against your back as a grounding reminder of who was in control. You couldnât even help but let out small cries of pleasure, albeit muffled into your arm. The fact the room was absolutely soundproof didnât cover your need to be flustered at the situation.
âPoor thing really thought they were going to not get noticed, hmm?â Their hands had moved down to rubbing and clinging to your thighs, the gentle squeezes being too much as the claws gently pricked your skin.
âVy- wait, âm gonna-â you donât even get to finish your sentence as your orgasm rips through you, cum dripping down your legs as you
VyâKiro obliges with the request of slowing down, leaning forward to press into you further. He reaches with one hand to grab one of yours, which is currently clinging hard to the edge of the desk.
âIâve got you. And Iâve got the whole night to make you feel good, too.â
- Summary: Gojo can't control himself when it comes to his girlfriend.
Content Warning: Degradation, Masturbation, AFAB, Black OC, She/Her pronouns. Sub!Gojo, Dom!Reader/OC. ~ Disclaimer: This is my first-ever fic. So keep that in mind. Also Halima is my OCđ¤ {1.4k words} You can still read Halimaâs parts as yourself.
âFuck h-halima.â His broken moans of her name were so pathetic but he was too far gone to care. All Gojo could think about as he sloppily stroked his cock, was his girlfriend. Every time he thought of her soft lips, smooth long legs, harsh words, and the twist of her hips in that tight dressâŚ.he just couldnât help himself. Oh, how he loved it when she towered over him and degraded him when he was being too needy last night. His cock twitched in his hand at the thought.
Gojo had tears streaming down his face as he overstimulated himself. He couldnât cum without her. But he couldnât stop. He was so sensitive that the cold air made his body twitch.
âThis is her fault.â That is all he kept repeating in his head. Before Halima went to work, he was on his knees begging her to take care of his problem. But she wasnât having it, she was getting tired of having to keep telling him she had to leave. So she leaned down close to him and whispered: âBe a good boy and wait for me to come home from work. If you can control yourself until then, I promise I will treat you like the slut you are oh so begging for. If notâŚthen I guess we will just have to see then pretty boy, hm?â
That's how he got like this. A mess. Not even an hour after she left.
But Gojo isnât known for being a good boy. Which is why he came up with the decision to do something Halima wouldnât like. âMaybe if I send her a picture or even a videoâŚ.she will take off work for today. Or call. Just something to help me.â He is delusional.
Gojo grabbed his phone, opened it, and went straight to his girlfriend's contact. He typed a quick âI miss youâ message before clicking on the camera. He looked pathetic. His face was flushed, his pretty blue eyes filled with tears, and his lips were swollen from biting on them. He clicked the record button.
âH-halima please babyâŚI tried to be good but it hurts. I can't cum.â he flipped the camera around to show his hand gripping his leaking cock. He stroked himself, paying extra attention to his flushed tip, with a broken cry from how sensitive his cock was. He continued. âPlease. Come home, I need you, your words, your touch. Anything you are willing to give me. Don't you wanna teach your pretty boy a lesson baby?â His hips were bucking as he stroked his cock at a faster speed, throwing his back with a whimper of Halimaâs name.
âP-please just come home. Even a quick acknowledgment will do.â he sounded so broken, that's how desperate he was for her. He forced himself to stop touching himself and turn the camera
off. Hitting send without a care of how pitiful it was.
â â˘â â°âââ˝ŕźâžâââąâ â˘â
Halima went to work with a smile on her face that afternoon. She loves Gojo but she loves teasing him even more.
She knew he wasnât going to be good. That's why when she saw him message her she wasnât surprised. Not even a little bit. But what she wasnât expecting was for him to send a video. Halima clicked on the video, and instantly tensed at how broken he sounded as he begged her to come home. Her eyes scanned his face, and as he flipped the camera her heart stuttered at the sight. His cock was flushed red and was twitching violently.
He was testing her. She knew this. Halimaâs pussy was throbbing now at just the thought of wanting to suck him off. But she was going to make him wait longer, simply to teach him a lesson of patience. As much as she wanted to be gentle with him, she wanted to see him in tears just a bit more. So she crossed her legs and continued to work for a few hours.
â â˘â â°âââ˝ŕźâžâââąâ â˘â
She couldnât take it anymore. She wanted to see him. Now. Halima got all her stuff and clocked out early with the excuse that her boyfriend was sick. Gojo has messaged her a couple more times when she didnât come home 2 hours ago. He was even more desperate now.
The last one he sent to her was him full-on sobbing because he needed her. So now she is speeding her way home. Her thoughts were consumed by what she would do to him when she got there.
When she pulled into the driveway, she could see that the lights were still on. She took a deep breath before walking up the porch into the house. Silence. But she knew better and started heading up the stairs, toward their shared bedroom. Just as she thought, as soon as she opened the door, there gojo was. Still playing with himself even as he trembled. He was making such pretty noises.
Gojo hadnât noticed that she entered the room until she cleared her throat. His eyes snapped to hers and whined. âGod. baby. Please fucking touch me.â
Halima smirked. âNot even a hi baby?â she teased as she walked over to the bed and looked down at him with lust-filled eyes. That made gojo shiver. He was about to start begging but she cut him off by tugging his hair and letting her other hand trail down his body, her nails digging into his skin as she did so.
He was a moaning mess just by her touching him. The pain brought tears to his eyes but they both knew he enjoyed pain. Halima shook her head. âSuch a needy slut. Couldnât even wait a couple more hours for me to come home.â
Gojo couldnât react to her wordsâŚhe was holding his breath because her hand was so close to his cock. His whole body jumped as she trailed a finger down the underside of it, ripping a strangled moan out of him.
Halima smiled at his reaction. She wrapped her hand around him, feeling his cock twitch in her palm. She gave him one long stroke, making his hips lift off the bed. All his whimpers and cries were music to her ears. Halima crawled onto the bed and sat in between his legs. âYou want to cum that bad huh?â she already knew the answer before he even nodded. She chuckled and put on a smile that Gojo could tell he was in for it.
Gojoâs hands were gripping the sheets underneath him, preparing himself for whatever she had planned. He wasnât expecting to feel both of her hands around his cock, he cried out at the feeling. Covering his mouth with his hand as she started twisting her hands up and down his cock.
âDon't hide your noises, pretty boy...or I will stopâ
He instantly retracted his hand, not wanting her to stop. She wasnât stroking his cock fast enough but the slow pace was still making his climax come quicker than normal.
Halima could tell he was getting close by how his moans became higher and his cock twitching every stroke. She leaned down a swirled her tongue on his tip, moaning at the taste of him. Gojoâs eyes snapped open and looked down at her. She looked straight into his eyes as she took his tip into her mouth. Gojoâs eyes rolled back as he moaned, his legs trembling at the feeling of her warm mouth.
As she took inch by inch of Gojoâs cock into her mouth, the more he couldnât control his climax. He cried out as he let go, filling up her mouth with his cum.
Halimaâs eyes were hooded as she watched him cum, Giving a hum of approval before pulling off and swallowing his load. She watched as his trembling body started to relax into the bed, watching as he tried to catch his breath. But Halima was far from done with him. She took his cock into her hand making Gojo whine and look at her.
âYou thought we were done?â she asked with fake sympathy. Gojo nodded tiredly. âAw, poor thing. Should have listened to me and you wouldnât be so tired out already.â
Halima crawled up to him and straddled his lap while looking him in the eye with a dark look in her eyes. Gojo started to slightly tremble.
âWe are going to have so much more fun pretty boy.â
((because I got tired of seeing others create beautiful things & somehow considering myself incapable to do the same))
Anyway, I won't be able to finish Agatha tomorrow - the OC who'll both dominate & entertain our Silvio - bcs I gotta do this canvas first (well, commissions are always the priority) #myfunnylife
.. SO I tried to make her in Love Nikki instead :)
Altho I'm a painter, I'm a total noob regarding loomis, anatomy & Co, therefore terrified of drawing characters. If I had to choose an easier stepping stone, it would definitely be a female OC, since I'm much more comfortable with drawing women then men. (It's those male bodies... I just ain't familiar enough with those arfhhghgdsdkk)
Well, maybe one day, cuz I'd love to be able to draw Silvio in this situation as well đ
To be updated..
[Do not repost elsewhere, alter or claim]
@redheadkittys red hair đ do u see what's she holdin'?
@moonfairvy @lost-m-stranger to finally get a glimpse of m'art :)
Additional Tags: Fluff and Smut, Moving In Together (kinda), Dom/sub, Sub Calum Hood, Switch Ashton Irwin, Top Ashton Irwin, Asexuality Spectrum, Rope Bondage, Crying, Nonbinary Character, Non-Sexual Age Play (mostly? it's "triggered" by aftercare/sex) (but its not during sex itself), How Do I Tag, Pandemics (it's in the background mostly and not mentioned by name), almost forgot, Gags, (also i nearly forgot to write duke in who am i), Daddy Kink, Praise Kink, Dirty Talk, Polyamory      Â
Summary: After LA issues a stay-at-home order, Ryan and Calum take this as an opportunity to convince Ashton to move in with them.Definitely no ulterior motives here.
OR
a sequel to "got nothing but love (fall more everyday)"
Mentions of: being followed, vampires, witches, hybrids
Note: Just a little something that came to me tonight as I think about Dark Vampire Ivar. My OC is a hybrid.
Credit: Moodboard & story by me | images for board found via pintrest. I do not own those. Credit to owners
Rating: M. | one shot
Ivar was a hunter. He liked to chase his food; to seduce it. He savored the hunt. Whether they offered themselves willingly or not.
His favorite meal was Witches, there was something about their blood. Something that called to the deepest depths of the vampire. Witches possessed a certain scent; their blood tasted of magic.
Ideally, he would only feast on witches. Why not feast on the best? But, Witches were hard to come by these days. When he did catch the scent of one - he wasted no time stalling. They were always worth the wait.
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New city, new blood. Ivar loved the first 24 hours in a new place; he was a kid in a candy shop. His hunger filled every cell of his body as he stalked the streets Downtown. It was 9pm and the city was alive; music spilling out from the clubs, late dinners, people coming and going.
It didn't take long to find what he was looking for. She spilled out of an old brick building with 6 others. As soon as her black combat boots hit the pavement she turned the opposite way; she was alone.
Her scent like nothing he had ever encountered. She had the smell of a witch, but there was something more. Something older - something heâd never smelled before. Could she be some kind of hybrid? The possibility of a new taste excited him beyond measure as he followed in the shadows.
It was only a block later when he grabbed her; heâd grown impatient and his desire for her was overwhelming. In one swift movement Ivar lifted her off her feet, pressing her into the wall with his body.
The woman thrashed against him; almost pushing him off, forcing him to use his vampire strength in response. Ivar used one hand, like a vice, holding her shoulder in place as he tilted her head to reveal her neck with the other.
The way her large brown eyes fixed on his nearly revealed fangs confused him. Her body language conveyed fear; her eyes didnât. Her pulse suspiciously calm.
âYou smell...delicious.â His blue eyes meeting hers. Normally, he would have bitten into her by now. But he was savoring this; prolonging the moment of sweet release. In a way, it felt like she was letting him. âWhy donât you fear me?â He asked.
She said nothing. Her eyes now fixed on his, looking up at him from under her long mascara painted lashes. Her expression a mix of stone with slight amusement at the corners of her closed lips.
As Ivars teeth neared her neck, the sound of her blood filled him with excitement. That same excitement stirring each part of him, increasing his hunger for her.
Ivars eyelids fell closed as his teeth drew near; maybe he was crazy, but she seemed to relax under his grip. Now, what Iâve been waiting for He said to himself, anticipating the break of skin and rush of blood filling his mouth.
The rush never came. Suddenly, he was frozen. Unable to move or control his body. Paused in time, a painfully close distance from her neck.
Confused, Ivars eyes meet hers. Seeking answers as did not give. Instead, her small smile grew wide as she slipped from under him with ease, despite the lack of space.
Ivar struggled to talk. But he was useless. He couldnât move anything. She watched him a moment, amused. Then with one forgien whisper of a word his face was restored to full movement, his body wasnât.
âWhat did you do to me!?â Anger in his voice. Still trying to move, despite being fully aware she did something to him.
âHmm...â her voice velvety as she took him in with her eyes. The strange woman then slipping back into her original place, pressed between him and the wall. No room to breath. Bodies touching.
Resting one arm casually over the top of her head, she tugged at his leather jacket with her free hand. Pulling on the fabric as she pressed her knee into his inner thigh.
âDo you really think youâre the only creature of the night?â Her grin wide, darkness in her eyes. The beautiful innocence of her face now steeped in mishief.Â
âWHAT DID YOU DO TO ME?!â He demand. His voice echoing in the alleyway. Ivar knew witches; whatever the hell she did to him was more powerful than some average witch spell.
Laughing, the mysterious stranger released his jacket and made a gesture with her hand; Ivar regained his ability to speak. When he didnât say anything, she continued.
âWhat do you think? Mmm? Should I ...â Ivar launched toward her, she froze him again, much to his growing frustration. â...release you?â
Disgruntled sounds seeped from him; he was stubborn. Fighting against the magic. His fighting only causing a more pleased reaction from her.
Her long nails were painted black, an assortment of crystals rings on her fingers. She wasnât gentle, drawing her index and middle fingers along his jawline. â...should I?â
Ivar attempts to nod his head; angry he couldnât, he blinked his eyes once instead, to say yes.
It was a jokers grin, the one she wore now. White teeth coming down to bite her full lower lip, crossing her arms across her body. âYes, what?â
Ivar cursed to himself. To his surprise hearing his own voice at the tail end of his string of curses.
âUse your words, Vampire.â
âYes, please.â A mix of anger and arousal dancing in him.
âSince you asked so nicely.â With another gesture the spell was undone; Ivar took in a sharp inhale, stumbling a little as he regained his composure. His body tingling as the spell wore off.Â
âWhat are you?â Ivar asked, his blue eyes wild with confusion and intrigue.
âYou keep stalking me like that, maybe youâll find out.â She winked at him and before he could respond she was gone.
Ivar turned around, scanning every inch of the dark empty alley. She was gone; but her scent lingered behind.Â
Synopsis: You didn't expect a passing joke that you'd take them both would be taken seriously, but both Cain and Samuel seemed to take you up on it.
Content (& warnings): smut (mdni), threesome, drunken sex, overstim, oral (reader giving), hj (reader receiving), sub! m! reader, there might be more but nothings coming to mind </3
A/N: poll's choices! unfortunately, i was FIGHTING writers block for this one so its shorter than the others :( i hope you enjoy none the less!
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A passing joke. You didn't expect a joking "would" about both of them would lead later to this. And yet, one drunken time at the better, they were both making you undone on their bed, the room stinking of cheap beer, sweat and sex.
Your sloppy attempts at giving Cain head had quickly ended up with you getting your throat torn apart from the way Samuel was thrusting into you, your only ground in reality from both being your hands digging into Cain's thighs.
From the way it feels, it seems like Cain is just as lost in the pleasure as you are. Each moan that escapes your mouth is making Cain squirm his hips or dig his hands deeper into wherever he's grabbing you- hair, shoulders, arms, anything within reach as he starts to cum in your mouth. Your poor attempts to swallow weren't unnoticed by Samuel, who was pulling you up to have your back flesh to his chest as he pulled you in for a kiss. The angle change seemed to be enough for him too, an almost guttural groan spilling through the kiss as he came in you. The squelching as Samuel continued to roll his hips through it was only a sign of how long the three of you were at this.
"Fuck, makin' a mess outta me, aren't 'cha?" Samuel's words weren't even registering as his lips moved to your neck and a hand to your stomach. They especially weren't registering when you felt Cain's thumb beginning to circle your tip. You couldn't even dream of holding back any response, letting out a "fuck!" in more of a whine than an actual response.
"Workin' on it." Was the only response you got from Cain before his lips locked onto yours, his hand quickly making work by pumping up and down your shaft in tandem with the rocking of Samuel's hips. All you could do was messily roll yours in whatever direction felt best as you tried to finally chase that high, and when you finally did, it was pure bliss. Your chest was tightening and whatever noises were coming out of your mouth weren't really words, and you could swear you were loosing vision for a moment, but when you finally started coming down?
You knew two things: This night wasn't over yet, and if jokes like that led to more moments like this? You should run your mouth more often.
