Author's Note: Oldie but a goldie. Pure smut. Mentions of some OCs, a bit of lore building for Naruto in general.
TW: "Daddy" used as a term of endearment, not the kink itself. Cheek slapping. Bit of manhandling. Enjoy!
Silence. The room was quiet with the absence of Hidan, who’d left to explore the village and eventually find them some dinner. A sigh slipped free from Kakuzu as he worked the buttons of the cloak, unclasping it slowly as his mind wandered. They were working well together, he and the brat. Had been for a few years now, realistically; Hidan had lasted longer than any of his other partners. He couldn’t lie- it was nice, in a strange way, even if he got on his last nerve far too often.
It was a perk that Hidan wouldn’t die, regardless of what Kakuzu did to him in the heat of the moment.
The heavy fabric of the cloak settled across the back of a chair as nimble fingers continued to work, reaching up to remove the covering he used on his head, tugging it free. Now that was better. Kakuzu rolled his shoulders, grimacing at the tension that settled deep in the muscles. Maybe he’d cave and find a Tea House later, if they had the time. Oirans always knew how to use their hands. Hell, he wouldn’t even have to fuck them- just as long as they got the knots out of his back, he’d pay them for their time.
But…
He settled back on the bed, eyes falling closed for a moment. This was one of those rare times that Hidan wasn’t glued to his side. It wouldn’t take long- well… That’s a lie, but he could work quick, just for now. It wasn’t as if he wasn’t getting any- shit, that department was solidly booked, thanks to Hidan, and a few others. A smirk curled his lips as his hand wandered, slowly drifting up then down his chest, sternum, stomach. He could already feel himself stirring in his trousers. How annoying.
Then again, he’d always had a high libido. She’d never complained back then. Snowy tresses, a bright smile, skin holding a golden glow…
Shaking his head, he forced the thoughts away. Going down the path of memories would kill his boner more than anything. Instead, he raised a hand to his throat, pads of his fingertips drifting against the exposed column. He didn’t like to be choked, not often- not unless he trusted whoever was doing the choking. Hidan had tried it recently- but for Kami’s fuckin’ sake, he needed to teach Hidan how to choke someone without trying to kill them.
He didn’t bother taking his pants off- no point in it if this is gonna be quick. He had oil tucked away in an inner pocket of his cloak, but he didn’t feel like reaching over to grab it. Instead, he lifted his palm to his mouth, tongue lolling out to drag along the skin, wetting it enough to not cause an unpleasant amount of friction. Hips shifting, he reached down to take hold of himself. Half hard already- damn. Fingers drifted along the ridges of healed skin stretched across metal. Four of them, all along the underside of his shaft. He couldn’t remember when he’d gotten them done- well over a decade ago. But the sensitivity was still there, drawing a soft hum of pleasure from his chest. “Just like that,” he murmured, head growing hazy as lust began to filter through his blood.
His thumb drifted across the head, pressing against the sensitive slit and glands, drawing a hiss of pleasure out. If he knew he’d had time, he’d draw this out- really work himself up until he couldn’t handle it. But that time wasn’t now. His fingers settled around the girth of his shaft- something Hidan had been surprised with the first time he’d seen him hard. He knew he was impressive- always had been. His hand began to move slowly, teasing a touch more as he felt himself grow harder.
“God,” he whispered, brows furrowing as his hand sped up. Hot and heavy, it brought forth memories of the past. Of sharp teeth scraping along his collarbone, of the feeling of being filled. A groan spilled into the silence of the hotel room. Kisame had always been a good lay, there was no denying that. And, more recently, Itachi had joined them once- just once, but it was enough to see exactly how much he had Kisame wrapped around his finger. It had been impressive- he’d simply watched at first before joining.
His mind wandered- to another set of blue locks, though these were longer and were paired with amber eyes. Many times, he’d coupled with Konan, the pair having worked too late and needing a reprieve from the paperwork. Taking her across his desk, her arms around his shoulders, face buried in his neck as he buried himself in her over and over. She could take it as well as she could give it. “Good girl,” he murmured to the phantom image in his mind. His hips began to thrust up into his palm, the head leaking, giving aid to the spit that had slicked his cock at first. “Good- fuck,” he hissed as his thumb drifted across the head once more- every other stroke, now.
There’d been another one- one of their agents. She had ties to a clan of power in Kirigakure, a distant relative, with hair of raven and eyes of sapphire. She’d been wild- Hidan had been there for one of those romps. She’d ridden him like her life depended on it- no, like his life had depended on it, nails raking down his chest and their names spilling from her lips like a holy prayer. She’d taken them both at one point, Hidan behind, pressing her down against Kakuzu. She didn’t know who to call out for, and ended up a sobbing mess by the end of it.
“Fuck,” he panted, the familiar coils of his release beginning to settle at the base of his spine. So close, so very close. His other hand reached up, settling around his throat, pressing down on the sides rather than against his windpipe- blocking off blood flow rather than constricting airflow. She used to do this, would hold him down and ride him until they were both near sobbing, overstimulated beyond the point of coherency.
“Kakuzu,” she’d cry, her head thrown back as she’d grind down, her thighs shaking against his hips. “Harder, please- please, kære-”
“Ja, fanden-” he gasped, his release slamming into him, blindsiding him enough to have him shudder, lips parted, chest heaving. His hand stilled against his cock as he came, bosy tensing before relaxing. His blood thrummed in his ears, akin to a war drum.
So lost he was in his bliss, he never heard the door open. Or perhaps that had been the plan, for the door to open near silently and shut just as quietly, the chakra signature hidden from the sensor. It was only when a chuckle spilled into the room that Kakuzu’s eyes snapped open, emerald gaze meeting lilac.
“Just couldn’t wait for me, huh?” Hidan asked, head tilted, a smirk curling his lips. Kakuzu blinked, still slightly lost in the haze, as Hidan wandered over, cloak already discarded as he climbed atop the bed. “Or were you thinkin’ ‘bout that one bitch again?”
“Get off.” It wasn’t an order- too weak to be one.
“Nah,” Hidan settled on his knees, gaze drifting to the table. “I was gonna suggest we go out to eat to celebrate, but I think I’d rather give you yer present first.”
“Present.” Kakuzu shifted, grimacing at the mess that had covered his shirt. Disgusting. “Why?”
“It’s yer birthday, you fuckin’ old ass man,” Hidan replied, leaning in to brush a kiss against his lips. “An’ you get a present on yer birthday.”
It took a moment for Kakuzu to put the pieces together before a smirk curled his lips. He reached up, cupping Hidan’s cheek in a surprisingly tender movement, thumb brushing against the alabaster skin. “On your knees,” he whispered into their shared space, watching the way Hidan’s eyes light up, his grin widening.
“Sir, yessir. Or- wait, you liked it when I called you Daddy-” Hidan’s voice is cut off with a sharp smack to the cheek. “Oh, fuck yes, Daddy.”
“Get on your fucking hands and knees before I leave you here.”
“I got hands.”
“I’d tie you up.”
“Bastard!” Hidan laughed as he rolled away to work on his pants. “Hey, question.”
“Answer,” Kakuzu replied as he tugged his shirt over his head, careful to avoid smearing anything. His gaze drifted to his partner as Hidan successfully stripped off his pants. But that wasn’t what caught his attention.
No, it was the lace that adorned his thighs, and the garter around his waist, both a deep emerald in shade. Huh. “Fucker. Do you wanna get dinner after this?”
“Depends on if you can walk after I’m done with you,” Kakuzu replied as he reached over, fingers slipping beneath the band of the thigh highs, pulling it up before releasing it, letting it snap against Hidan’s thigh.
A gasp pulled free from the feeling of the snap against his skin. “... Touche,” he murmured, settling back against the bed with a lazy grin, like the cat who got the cream. “C’mere, daddy.”
“Fuck off,” Kakuzu snickered, shaking his head as he joined Hidan on the bed. He hovered for a moment, hands resting on either side of Hidan’s head.
“Hey,” Hidan whispered, reaching up to cup Kakuzu’s cheek, careful to mind the stitches. It’s rare for them to have these moments. “Happy birthday.”
Kakuzu leaned down, nosing at the underside of Hidan’s jaw so that he wouldn’t have to meet his gaze. “Thanks, brat,” he muttered, beginning to press kisses along the length of his neck.
haha... i did another one... haha... someone take the laptop away from me pls :’) this is more like... fic length (2K words) but it’s eren yaeger smut because i’m a filthy yaegerist. i said what i said. im going to put some tws in here for dacryphilia, choking, cheating, breeding, and reader is being manipulated because we gotta stay true to eren’s character (pls don’t tussle w me), also some degradation and eren refers to women in a misogynistic manner at times. read more below the cut!
(p.s. this wasn’t beta read so if you see some mistakes i’m sorry :’()
tear-pricked eyes. soft, plump lips. small fingers gripping strong thighs as the most perfect girl in the world sucks the most perfect cock in the world. eren loved it when you were like this, but he’d never give you the satisfaction of knowing. you’re constant strive for his approval- for the approval of any many who’d give you the time of day- is the one thing in the world he’d never part with, and it only flourishes with his increasing neglect towards you. you’d do anything for him, for the man of your dreams. for the man with a big-boy job and a wife and kids and a lot of money and time to spend fucking whores. you’re the second woman he’s been with in the all-too-short 24-hour day, but he’d never tell you that. the feeling of that cute, tiny mouth wrapped around his cock is enough for eren to guard the darkest secrets of the universe if it means you’ll keep sucking him off. when you lift your eyes to meet eren’s, he scoffs at the obvious hope in your eyes- hope that maybe you’ve finally found a man that will take you out for ice cream and delicately fold paper cranes with you carrying the wishes of “till death do us part” and wedding rings, even though you’ll always be number two. there’s already a woman who shares eren’s last name. already a woman who he comes home to. already a woman who he buys ice cream on her bad days and fucks into on his good days. you’re eren’s ice cream on his bad days, the “get well” cards in the grocery store- a gift to himself and a pat on the back when you moan on his cock. but he’ll never tell you that because the way you gag around him when he thrust into your mouth brings him too close to god to ever risk losing you.
eren brings his hand to the back of your head, guiding you further yet down his cock. he isn’t satisfied until the nose is nestled in the soft hair at the base of his dick and he holds you there, bucking his hips when your fingernails begin to dig into the skin of his thighs. god, he just wants to see you cry. wants to feel those cute hands grab at his thigh because you can’t breathe. his cock twitches in your mouth, and you feel satisfied with your performance- grateful that you can appease eren because he’s the best thing to ever come into your life. you feel kind of bad about it, but he even told you a few weeks ago that he’d leave his wife! your throat tightens at the idea of being fucked by eren on your honeymoon. your pussy drools. your brain feels foggy. just the thought of eren is enough to get you drenched, dangle you over the edge of consciousness- or maybe it’s the lack of oxygen getting to your brain. tiny, flat palms tap lightly at eren’s thigh, and he smirks to himself, wants to get another look at your idiotic expression. you look so perfect like this- on your knees, slapping at him with hands that are the perfect size for his cock. yet somehow you look better yet when you’re stuck on his cock, and he really wants to see that face.
“baby needs to breathe?” he coos. you nod, gagging as much as you can in your precarious position. “aw, what if i hold you here a little longer?” your eyes widen- maybe in fear, maybe with excitement, eren doesn’t care either way- and tap at his thigh a bit harder. “no? you can’t do that for me?” his head lulls to the side as you make a poor attempt at shaking your head. the hand held at the back of your head wraps around your hair and pulls you off of eren’s cock with an audible pop and an immediate, desperate gasp for air. “that’s disappointing. get on the bed.” you feel a pang of guilt as cough. you aren’t making eren happy anymore. you don’t have the time to catch your breath- or stew on your guilt- before eren grabs your upper arm and hauls you to your feet. his hands are rough and calloused and the prospect of having them running over your entire body makes you shiver. eren tosses you on the bed, your back pressed into the soft sheets, and hunches over you arms on either side of your head, caging you in like a bird. he wastes no time hooking your legs over his shoulders and ducking his head down to find your neck. his lips run over the sensitive skin as his hands travel down your chest, one of them finding a home on your perfect tits, nipples pebbled just for him. his other hand travels further south, finding the perfect drooling cunt, just for him. “you’re so wet and i haven’t even paid attention to you down here. you like sucking cock that much?” you let out a whine, completely embarrassed, as eren’s fingers play with your slit. one of his fingers haphazardly runs over your clit and your back arches off the bed at the sensation. eren bites at your neck as he pushes a finger into your wet hole, tired of clenching around nothingness. “you didn’t answer my question.” you turn your head to the side, attempting to hide your flushed face.
“o-only yours-“ eren’s finger leaves you and his hands comes up to grab your face, jerking it towards him.
“look me in the eye and answer me.” your hips buck up in an attempt to find anything to rub your cunt against. anything to give you the friction that will push you over the edge. eren squeezes your face between his fingers, cheeks squishing together and forcing you to look him in the eye.
“o-only yours.” you manage to squeak out.
“yeah, you want me to put it somewhere else?” eren loves the way your eyes light up. loves the vigorous nod you give him. loves everything about you when you’re begging for his cock. “tell me where. you have to tell me what you want.”
“j-just… here.” you move a hand down to meet your pussy, slick and wet and so warm and hole clenching around nothing. eren leans back on his calves to scrutinize your body before shaking his head.
“where’s here? use your words and explain or i’ll leave you here and go home-“ to his wife? no. you can’t let that happen.
“my pussy! in my-my cunt- i want you to put it inside me and fuck me.” eren looks at you with satisfaction in his eyes, a smirk on his lips. he places his lips softly on the inside of your thigh, still hooked over his shoulder.
“that’s my good girl. that’s my good fucking girl. i’ll give you what you want.” eren wraps his hands around your thighs, dragging you close to him before grasping his cock in one hand. he runs the fat cockhead up and down your slit, collecting the slick dripping from your cunt and he loves the way you whine. he loves the way you feel and his cock twitches knowing he’ll be buried deep inside of you in a few seconds. you feel the familiar throb in your core, pussy still leaking. eren scoots closer, nestling his cock right at your hole and beginning to push in. you let out a moan at the familiar burn of the stretch- eren’s cock is always so fat and that’s part of the reason you love it so much. he continues to push into you, letting out breathy groans with each inch until he’s fully sheathed inside of you. a perfect pussy with a vice grip and hot walls. eren takes a moment to gather himself before giving a small, experimental thrust. the way you whine lets him know you’re begging to be fucked into the mattress- and who is he to deny you? eren grabs your thighs, your bottom lifting off the bed just slightly, pulls out and slams his cock back into you.
“ah!” you scream is high-pitched and oh so nice. eren sets a rhythmic, rough pace, pulling out and slamming back into you as you continue to let your voice ring throughout the room. cries of oh fuck and please, eren! combine with the harsh sound of eren’s balls meeting your ass, fat of your ass jiggling with each impact. your back arches off the bed, head thrown back with your empty throat on display for eren. he sets your thighs down, continuing his assault, cockhead hitting your cervix with each thrust, and wraps a hand around your throat. his lips meet your jaw, your chest, teeth meet your shoulder.
“god, you feel so good. you always feel so fucking good. this pussy is so good to me.” you wrap around the wrist of his hand holding your throat and can’t look away from his eyes as the headboard shakes with each thrust. god, he’s so perfect. his pretty green eyes, his fat cock. “what would you do if i bred this pussy? want me to give you kids? want me to fuck my cum into you?” god, yes. yes, that’s the only thing you want. you nod furiously. “you wanna be fat with my kids, yeah? what a fucking slut. you are such a perfect slut, you know that?” eren can feel your pussy clench around him with each word. he really means it. you are the perfect slut- pussy made just for him to fuck into and abuse. his hand leaves your throat, and he pushes your legs back. your knees nearly meet your head, and you think you’ll lose your mind if his cock slips any deeper into you. it should be impossible how good he makes you feel. you cunt clenches fantastically as eren dips his head down to bite at your neck. “fuck, you’re perfect. you’re so perfect.” your pussy is a drug to him, inducing hazy thoughts that spill out of eren’s lips, but in his right mind he’d never say them. in his right mind he’d never think them- but something about the thought of you dripping with his cum, telling his wife he knocked another woman up, and fucking into this absolutely perfect pussy makes his cock twitch and his balls tighten in a way that’s almost foreign to him after fucking hundreds of whores. pretty whores, rich whores, dumb whores- but you’re the best whore of them all. the one he can truly call his whore with a pussy that only responds to him and a mouth that will always be a home for his cock. “fuck, i’m gunna cum-“ eren’s pace is brutal and you can’t stop the string of mindless babble that comes from your mouth. the way he abuses your cervix has you drooling, mind blank as your pussy continues to drool and cream all over his cock and the sheets below. you swear if you touched your stomach you’d feel him poking through. eren’s hips stutter and he pushes his cock deep into you- your toes curl at the sensation of the hot cum flooding into you, filling every part of you and it’s too much. the familiar feeling of the coil in your stomach tightening has your back arching off the bed. “god, you’re so good. i could die in your cunt, you know that? should’ve married you from the start.” and you can’t take it anymore. when you come it’s a full-body experience, shaking legs and moans ripping from your throat. your cunt milks the last of eren’s seed out of him as you convulse around his cock, and he holds you through the entirety of your orgasm. this is what it’ll be like on your honeymoon. even fucked dumb you can’t stop thinking of what your future with eren will be like. even as he pulls his soft cock out of you, finds his way to your bathroom, and comes out fully dressed to head back home to his wife.
hello!! I just read your posts about Xiao (they were amazing btw, I hope you don't mind getting so many requests for him) so I'd like to request him with a fem!reader that looks very sweet and innocent but as soon as things get spicy she's basically begging him to go rough on her/insult her? That would be lovely! Thank you in advance~
a/n: I don’t mind at all!! but I would really like other characters to get some luv too :( currently I have two more recs for xiao that I’m working on,, so that’ll be 5 in total BWAHHDEJ but honestly I don’t mind too much!
“You think you deceive everyone, but I’m sure they all take one look at you and know you’re a little slut.” Xiao growled, his golden eyes narrowed at your fucked out face. One of his hands was fisted deep in your hair, yanking your head back to meet his eyes.
“And now you have absolutely nothing to say, huh?” Xiao spat, tilting his chin at you, “No more stuttering, and none of your cutesy facade you put up. Now that you’ve got what you wanted, all you have to do is sit back and be treated like the little slut you are.” He growled releasing your hair.
You whimpered, your scalp still throbbing from the tight hold he had on it.
Xiao was quick to end your break, capturing your chin between his thumb and index finger tightly, harshly yanking you towards the front of his pants.
“Go on then, slut,” He spat, “Put your mouth to work. I’m sick of hearing your ‘innocent’ little spouts.”
“Yes Xiao,” you whispered, nodding, hands moving up to hastily undo his pants.
Warnings: Cockwarming, Overstimulation, rough sex, phone sex
Deku ~ Izuku Midoriya
Dude was literally DYING all of November
Because now that he has a girlfriend why wouldn’t he have sex??
But you seemed excited and suspicious of his ability to do it, so— like a true hero— he took on the challenge
He didn’t realize how used to sex he already was, and he sometimes woke up to himself humping a pillow in his sleep (but shh he didn’t tell you about that)
The two of you were texting during the night of November 30
And you could feel the desperation in his texts
Seeing the minutes tick by... 12:30... 12:45... 12:5
It was maddening
He didn’t want to come on too strong, so he decided that he would rather FaceTime you, because he though it would be less awkward (and there aren’t receipts if you say no)
But you were one step ahead of him
You had your alarm set to go off at 12:00 AM December 1st
He was startled when the annoying chime blasted out of your phone, stuttering on what he was saying
So you cut him off, turning your screen to show the time and asking “hey baby, do you want to come over?”
This mans eyes SPARKLED LIKE A KID ISTG
He didn’t even reply. You just saw a shaky view of his room and the sound of shuffling clothes and shoes, then the click of a door lock
He showed up at your door a few minutes later, after having hung up without another word on his way there
You opened the door and there were lips on yours, strong arms gripping your waist
Then groping your tits and ass
He never goes insanely hard
But that was the roughest sex you two had ever had
It honestly made not being able to have sex with him worth it for the absolute monstrous fuck you guys had
And it was a LONG session
You thought about calling in sick from work to stay with him and see if you could make your torn-apart body go for another round
Denki Kaminari
He gets zappy when he’s horny (like— literal electricity)
And he’s horny a lot because you refuse to let him have sec with you, and even worse— he can’t even Jack off to the thought of you
He tried to get away with it a few times only for you to feel the change of static in the air and come to his bedroom
He DEFINITELY would not have made it through if you hadn’t held him accountable the whole time
And even though at those times you were helping, you weren’t making it easy for him otherwise
You’d wear the short skirts that he liked and purposefully bend over to grab things from the floor, flashing yourself to him
It was funny to see how red he got and then how hard he got— smirking when you caught a glimpse at the tent in his trousers
So on November 30, he had it all planned out
He picked out an outfit for you, and set up his room all elegant
And he asked you to come over to spend the night
You were excited
It’s not like the two of always had sex impromtu, but there was never this level of preparation
You came in around 11 for a late-late night dinner (because what’s a sleep schedule— neither of you knew, that was for sure) of boxed macaroni
His lack of cooking ability was endearing
After dinner, he handed you a bag to go change into
It had thigh high socks, thigh harnesses, and a black and gold lingerie set
You looked hot— you couldn’t lie
When you came out you saw that the clock read 11:57
And Denki turned around, turning a bright crimson
You teased him “you picked this out, silly, why are you getting so flustered?”
He pulled you down to straddle despite how red he got
The two of you kissed until the clock hit 12
And it wasn’t like the two of you hadn’t kissed all month, but it felt special when you’d be intimate for the first time in a while
He brought you to the bedroom and the two of you spent a whole 3 minutes being romantic before both of you were ravaging each other
It was hard to tell who missed sex more between the two of you
But you were both relieved it was over
Red Riot ~ Eijiro Kirishima
During all of November, he decided that whenever he was missing your body, he would train
And he did OH HOW he did
He was big and strong and he’d taken on extra hours to work on his hardening quirk, and had shown a lot of improvement
You suddenly had to cope with the fact that your boyfriend got EVEN HOTTER, and you weren’t having sex with him
You even gave in a few times, begging him to fuck you, but every time he denied, “that’s not very manly of me to fail the challenge” he would explain and then head out to the gym
It’s fair to say that it sucked for you
So when November was ending, you made a plan
He worked long hours at his agency, so he wouldn’t be back until it was almost 12, which (you being the night owl you are) has never been a problem
But it was today
So, here you are at his agency, rapping on his office door during his lunch break
He hugged you and pulled you inside of his office like he’s done every day you showed up at his office since you started dating
But you were horny and so was he and the tension was high between the two of you
No one wanted to make the first move, because that would be admitting defeat
So you walked to the side of his desk, his eyes following your ass, and bend down to grab his lunch from the left drawer
You hiked your skirt up enough so that he could see a flash of your panties
You weren’t going to make this last day easy on him, but you weren’t trying to make him lose either
But he was on you after that
Hands on your hips, cock pressed against your clothed ass
And you were so in
You both lost your stubbornness quickly when the lust grew too hard to handle
So you let him pull your panties to the side and start thrusting
God you missed this
And he was so much stronger now
You let out moans as he co tinued, not caring if anyone out in their cubicles heard
You were Red Riot’s and he was yours
You both came, multiple times
And when he relaxed back on his desk chair which you collapsed on his chest
You decided to make the final blow
“You realize you lost, right babe?”
And deep red eyes met yours with a seriousness rivaling that of some prestigious heroes (which was hardly eijiro— everyone loved him as a refreshing kind savior rather than the usual aloofness of heroes)
“I could keep going if you want to be a brat.”
Eraser Head ~ Shota Aizawa
He’s not a very sex-motivated guy
But he definitely liked it every once in a while— especially with you
His baby girl struggling to take him, writhing in pleasure, cumming 2,3,4 times
He loves it
And he decides that he’ll still get to see his baby get pleasure, and just not get any of his own
So most of the month, if you were in the same room as him, you had a vibrator buried deep in your cunt
It didn’t feel the same as him feeling you up, but it was hard to sit still or focus when he was indirectly doing such lewd things to you
So November was long for you
And not in a bad way, but you were ready for it to be over, and you could tell he was, too
He was near his wits end from not getting to unload into his little girl, and it reflected on his teaching
You wondered if his students could tell he was lashing out because of sexual frustration
The thought made you laugh
So he cancelled or denied any plans anyone made that night, and so did you
You spent the afternoon together, watching tv mindlessly as you sat on his cock
That was something you two had done a lot more— cockwarming
It was nice to be so close to him
And he argued that the challenge was that he couldn’t cum, not that he couldn’t have his dick in you
So you agreed
And now it was nearing time, and he started slowly thrusting into you, both of your heads turned to the clock as you counted down the seconds until you could both cum
And when the clock finally shone 12:00, it was over for you
Brutal thrusts from underneath you left you with a cream-filled pussy, and then again on your hands and knees against the couch, and on the kitchen counter, and the bed
He had to make up for all the time he wasn’t able to pleasure you himself
So you let yourself be completely destroyed by his cock multiple times
Your legs were t even working past your 3rd orgasm, so he’d just carry you to his new destination
Hawks ~ Takami Keigo
He loved you, but this was not a hard challenge for him
He hadn’t got laid for most of his teenage years
And the two of you did it only on occasion before you teased the idea and he said that he didn’t think you could do it— not have sex with him
So it was more like no-nut-November for you
But you wouldn’t let his teasing be confirmed
So you stood your ground
The two of you made it through the first week with fire in your eyes— encouraged by the want to win against the other
Even the second week was fine
Then you walked in on him fapping like a teenager in your bedroom, surrounded by a few of your sentimental stuffed animals from when you were a kid and a pair of dirty panties
You didn’t intrude
You just let him
And your fingers made their way to the waistband of your panties
You were egged on by his moans seeping through the wall and to your ears
Gorgeous, erotic, and effortless moans that could make you cum without touching yourself at all
But here you are, rubbing your clit and dipping your fingers into your puffy cunt as he jerked himself off on your bed
The two of you never mentioned this
Neither of you were going to admit that that could t even last 3 weeks
You weren’t even sure he saw you, but you sure saw him
And it didn’t happen again, as much as you wanted it to
The sex wasn’t life changing when he could do it again
The real reason you two were together was because you love the other, and that didn’t go away just because you couldn’t fuck
So the two of you were solidified in the shared opinion that you would be happy no matter what happens
And you spend the night bare against his chest, wings brought around your body in a protective shield
Togata Mirio
He made it through the month just fine, usually too busy training and working to have time for you two to have sex
Instead the two of you work together and cuddle at night
And it’s satisfying, but it’s not mind-blowing for either of you
You’d much rather be able to have sex when he has an off night
He actually has a business trip spanning from November 27-December 3, which was a painfully long time for you
You had gotten your hopes up to be able to be destroyed by him
Instead you two FaceTime every night
And he’s too shy to mention it, but once November has passed, he’s aching to get back to you
Aching to get his cock back buried deep in you
You start touching yourself on FaceTime the night before his flight back
He didn’t notice at first
But he saw your arm flexing as you rubbed tight circles on your clit while listening to his voice
“Whatcha doing there sweetie?”
He asked it all innocent but you know better
You slide the phone down to show your pussy dripping with need
You hear him mutter a soft “fuck” before you hear the sound of unzipping and clothing falling to the ground, keeping yourself in view for him while he shows his equally needy cock on the camera
It’s blushing red on the top, so ready for you you wish you had a teleportation quirk
But the two of you were relieved to be doing just this after so long
And after you both came on your fingers, he promised he would give it to you so good when he got back
An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works
Chapters: 22/26
Fandom: Game of Thrones (TV), A Song of Ice and Fire - George R. R. Martin, A Song of Ice and Fire & Related Fandoms
Rating: Explicit
Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings
Relationships: Robb Stark/Sansa Stark, Podrick Payne/Sansa Stark (minor), Sansa Stark/Margaery Tyrell (minor), Myrcella Baratheon/Robb Stark (minor), Sansa Stark/Podrick Payne/Margaery Tyrell (minor), Margaery Tyrell/Myrcella Baratheon (minor)
Characters: Robb Stark, Sansa Stark, Podrick Payne, Ned Stark, Catelyn Tully Stark, Bran Stark, Arya Stark, Rickon Stark, Bronn (ASoIaF), Jon Snow, Theon Greyjoy, Jorah Mormont, Samwell Tarly, Harrold Hardyng, Myrcella Baratheon, Margaery Tyrell, Wylla Manderly, Loras Tyrell, Renly Baratheon
Additional Tags: Sibling Incest, Brother/Sister Incest, Explicit Language, Angst and Porn, Heavy Angst, Dubious Consent, Dubious Morality, Dubious Ethics, Revenge Sex, Dom/sub Undertones, Dark, Alternate Universe - Modern Setting, Flashbacks, Guilt, Priest Kink, Robb is a priest, Religious Conflict, Catholicism, Parish - Freeform, Dark Robb, Dark Sansa, Temptation, Attempted Seduction, Seduction, Twisted, Love/Hate, Forbidden Love, Lust, Dark Past, Unhealthy Relationships, Sexual Tension, Sexual Fantasy, Masturbation, Mind Games, Extremely Dubious Consent, Possessive Sex, Power Dynamics, Bisexuality, toothbrush fetish, Unreliable Narrator, Face-Sitting, Cunnilingus, Orgasm Delay/Denial, Urophilia, Accidental Voyeurism, Rough Oral Sex, Rough Sex, Loss of Virginity, Misunderstandings, Miscommunication, Jealousy, Insecurity, Vaginal Fingering, Anal Play, Analingus, Doggy Style, Dirty Talk, Blasphemy, Religion Kink, You Have Been Warned, Improper Use of a Rosary, Desecration of religious items, Public Blow Jobs, Voyeurism, Drugs, Recreational Drug Use, Misuse of Crucifix, Crucifix dildo, confessional oral sex, Hair-pulling, Bondage, Cock Bondage, Autoerotic Asphyxiation, Revelations, breakthroughs, Arguing, Anal Sex, Explicit Sexual Content
Summary:
Father Robb Stark has settled into his new Parish, beloved by his parishioners and the townspeople alike. His quiet, seemingly charmed life is turned upside down when his sister Sansa arrives in town. While she manages to assimilate herself into the community as a paragon of generosity and goodness, she shows an entirely different side to her priest brother in an attempt to reconnect with him and confront the past after a decade apart.
Warning: Contains incest (of course) and dark themes.
Fic title is from John Donne's work: Astrophil and Stella, Sonnet 14
4 more chapters to go and this one will finally be complete! :)
this is a tiny drabble. i like writing but i’ve never really posted anything on tumblr before but i just wanted to get my creativity out and put it on display (idk if that’s a good or bad idea yet) :D anyways, i’m putting a tw for dubcon (reader seems to be okay with it but she’s also kind of being taken advantage of emotionally so i still wanted to put a tw and put the drabble below the cut) and some degradation, rough sex, overall just mean dabi. but what else can be expected of dabi?
also, if anyone wants to send an idea over to my submissions i would be dying to read and maybe write them. p.s. i got inspo for this listening to washing machine heart by mitski... in case anyone wanted to know... probably not... but, award for longest description ever goes to me, i’m so sorry
you swear you can fix him.
even when he finds his way back to the dingy, mangled hideout covered in the metallic, sickly-sweet smell of blood. even when he stalks to the bathroom- ignoring you the entire way- to wash the remains of innocent lifeblood off of his marred body without regard for the children he’s left orphaned or the partners he’s left widowed. even when he swats away your attempts to nurse him back to health in favor of throwing you on the bed face down, blood still rushing from the adrenaline of a fresh kill.
you swear you can fix him.
even as you watch what little hope he has for redemption fade away as his flames burn bright blue against the skin of an unnamed victim. even as he grows further apart from himself each day. even when he tells you that he hates you as you try to bring him back to himself. even when he says you’re the worst baggage he’s ever had the misfortune of dragging along. even when he sees the tears welling in your eyes and only laughs.
you swear you can fix him.
even though the only time he truly acknowledges your presence is in the dead of night after he’s come back from a long day of… well, he never tells you- but he often smells like cigarettes and char. even when his cock is buried deep inside of you, fucking into you so hard, so fast that if his grip on your jaw loosened even a bit it might threaten to fall right off. even though you know the only thing he enjoys about this experience is the promise of pain he can bring you. even though you know he has no regard for how your heart will break when you wake and he’s no longer there. even though you know he does this every time, and he doesn’t care about you. not like you care about him.
you swear you can fix him.
even when you try to help him on missions, and he tells you the only thing you’re good for is “lying on your back.” even when he comes back smelling of liquor and cheap perfume. even when he comes back with a beautiful woman in tow. even when he yells at you to get out of his room as he takes his new muse to the spot where you sleep in your shared bed. even when you sit outside of the bedroom listening to her crooning and his groans. even when you hear the bed rattle and feel fat tears roll down your cheeks.
you swear you can fix him.
even when you wish you’d never met him. never looked into those eyes so blue they could make even the ocean go green with envy. even when he fucks you so hard one might think you were the source of his pain. even when you wake up with bruises around your neck and hips and no one to take accountability for any of it. even when you lay in the smell of the cheap perfume from the woman who came in the spot that you sleep in just the night before. even when he’s drained you of every bit of energy and robbed you of every last ounce of self-esteem,
[She's on her back, cheek still burning. They haven't done this in ages. It makes her feel wild and dirty and fucked up.] "i love you, sinnerman."
[ He smiled at the look of herweak and helplesslike a little dove.He remembered a timewhen she was weak and helpless.He'd changed that, hadn't he? ]❝I love you too, my little sociopath.❞
