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𝐁𝐥𝐞𝐞𝐝 𝐌𝐞. (𝐎𝐧𝐞-𝐒𝐡𝐨𝐭).

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CONTENT : Blood Kink | P in V Sex (Fem Durge) | Violence, Violent Language | Durge being a freak, Gortash eating it right up | Pre-Tadpole Durge & Gortash

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“If I didn’t love you so, I’d drown in your blood. It’d be pretty, I bet. I can see it.” She says, as she lays – naked, head upon his chest, pointed nail tracing his chest hair. Disturbing it, coercing it into haphazard patterns. She has a habit of this, accompanying tender, gentle movements with deranged words spoken in her pretty, pretty voice. It had never frightened Gortash. Surprised him perhaps, when she had first enlightened him toward the notion – she was rolling her hips into his, palms cupping his jaw with an uncharacteristic softness, completely unbefitting to her, and the tandem of her hips.

“I wish I could slit your throat, and drive my tongue across the slash. Taste you, in ways I haven’t before.”

A minx, he’d called her, with a shake of his head – a tut, and a huffed chuckle.

“I am no General Thorm, dearest,” Gortash replies, finally, his hand trailing down to her thigh – repositioning her. She whines. “Cut me too deep, and I will not be resurrected.”

Silence, for a moment.

And then, a compromise.

“Let me cut your tongue, slice it.. I want to sup the blood as it spills, as we kiss.”

There was always a breathiness to her voice, a shuddering undertone of unadulterated, unhinged, excitement. Carnal desire, urge. There’s a tremor, in the very tips of her fingers, as she grips the blade – like a vice, furthered well beyond its limits. Gortash pretends to consider, pretends to have his debate – internal, between yes, and no. He pretends, and pretends, before simply sticking out his tongue.

She grins, giggles, raises her blade. Her blade was always close, always near. Within arms length.

She then shifts, onto her knees – resting on her heels, eyes flickering with want. Need.

“Only a little cut,” She specifies, and she’s honest, “I don’t want to ruin you..”

A half-tease. Gortash raises a brow.

True to her word, she makes the slit – immediate in tangling her tongue with his, succumbing to the sickly, sweet taste of iron. Copper, intermingling with the heady aftertaste of wine on his tongue. On hers. They always drank, always fucked. Always talked, always kissed. Bled, burned.

The downfall of one another, the detonation to one another’s ticking time bomb.

“Incredible,” She gasps, breaking them from their saliva stricken embrace – a string of desaturated red still maintaining a shred of connection between them. “You’re incredible.”

Gortash shakes his head, pinning her beneath him in one push – a press of his hand, fingers curling around her crisscrossed wrists, burying her bones in the mattress beneath them. “You are the incredible one, my dearest, dearest pet.”

“I hate it when you call me that.” She lies, spreading her legs – sinfully wet.

He pries her apart, sheathes himself inside of her – the fluttering of her walls greeting his cock, accompanied by her hellish, flaming heat. Her constrictive tightness, mouth falling open with a wiggle and a squirm. “No you don’t,” Gortash replies, with a grunt of effort, as he fucks into her hard. Harsh. Abusive and abrasive.

She moans, upon each thrust, thighs tensing and untensing, only to tense again.

“Bleed me again,” Gortash pants out, gaze dark – voice, low. Despite its strain.

His grip upon her hip, with his free hand, is blissfully bruising. “Kiss me,” She demands, commands, pleads – all at once. “Kiss me, and I will.”

And so kiss her he does. She bites his lip, drawing blood –letting it dribble, down, down his stubbled chin. She drags her tongue, efficiently cleaning up the mess. Her mess.

Gortash finishes, inside of her, not long after. She’d squeezed his throat, their first time together, thumb pressed hard – “You fill me up. Everytime. Don’t waste your seed, lordling. Don’t go claiming anyone else. No, you’ve claimed me now.”

He’d lost count, this was perhaps their third time of the night. Fourth, fifth, even.

Though, she finally seems tired – small, curled in his arms, nestled against him. He knows she doesn’t sleep much. Doesn’t like to, doesn’t want to. She’ll be up again, in the midst of the night – naked, hands buried in some poor unfortunate’s innards. He’ll cling to the smell of her skin, imprinted on the linen sheets.

last fanon slander lmao

finished being angry over this abomination (for now) now we're back to normal posting

oh my god...

gojo making you ride his hard fucking abs

well HELLOOO to you too nonnie, this is so brilliant

this scenario makes my brain feel like mush, thank yew so much for the ask babe<3

contains: fem reader, body worship, praising gojo, dirty talk, finger sucking, nipple play, size kink, humping, use of ‘pretty’ and baby’ for reader, gojo cums untouched

MDNI

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it was a gloomy morning, gojos oversized button up shirt draped over your figure, elbows perched on the back of the couch as your hands cradled your chin, staring out the tall windows of gojo’s penthouse and down on the common people that were just starting their day

the savory smell of bacon and pancakes cooking filling your nose as you crane your neck to the side to watch your handsome boyfriend prepare breakfast for the two of you

eyes fliting down to his bare torso, abs practically glowing under the hanging fluorescent lights, muscles on his pecs rippling every time he rotates his body, biceps flexing as he mixes more pancake batter together,

pink tongue sticking out against his upper lip as he concentrates on not burning the bacon, how he looked so naturally beautiful always baffled you, his pretty face looking so serious has you smiling to yourself

an intense itch in your brain coming on telling you that you needed to have your hands on your stupidly attractive boyfriend right this second has you pushing yourself up from the couch, strolling over to his massive figure,

creeping behind him, and pressing your tits and the side of your face into his back, wrapping your arms around him, fingers landing exactly where you wanted them to; right on his rock hard abs,

“got tired of people watchin baby?” he smiles feeling your hands caress up his naked chest,

“you’re much more pleasing to watch,” you hum into his solid back,

“seems like i’m pleasing to touch too,” he retorts smugly when your smaller hands start groping his pecs, “my pretty girl is so handsy this morning.”

you have the most satisfied look on your face, unable to believe this rock solid mountain of a man was all yours to touch whenever you wanted

running your hands down the sides of his slutty little waist and up back over his rippling abs, tracing your fingers in the indents between them

his heart rate is picking up the longer he feels your cold hands run over his body, huffing out quiet breathless laughs, looking down at you as your maneuver your body in front of him now,

squished between his large figure and the counter, “ur abs are so fucking hot toru.” you practically moans out, splaying your fingers out over them, leaning into him to pepper kisses right under his pecs,

breath hitching as he looks between the food still cooking on the stove, and your clearly aroused face, leaving hot kisses and licks on his sensitive body,

“ur so distracting baby, gonna make me burn the food i’m workin so hard on for you.” he forces out a laugh, feeling his cock twitch in his pants, growing harder the longer he feels your soft lips on him

“don’ mind me, jus’ appreciating my boyfriends sexy body,” you speak in between kisses,

now he wants to laugh for real, it’s kinda hard to stay focused on the task at hand when your hands are sliding over the deep cuts of his v-line, fingers so very close to the hem of his baggy sweats,

sliding down between the counter and his strong legs, balancing your ass on the heels of your feet as you start to practically makeout with his abs, feeling the vibrations on his tummy as you let out small moans into him,

“h-aaah baby cmon,” he turns off the stove with one hand, shoving both pans off the heat and onto the back burners, running his large fingers through your hair

you lean into the touch affectionately, fingers smoothing over his lithe figure where your lips can’t reach from your current position between his legs, “thought you woke up starving huh?” he states, making eye contact with you, veiw slightly blocked by the massive bulge he’s now sporting in his sweats,

you look up at him through your lashes,”hungry for somethin else now,” smiling, you standing back up, sliding your fingers underneath the band of his sweats and teasing the tips of your fingers there for a second before walking away, using the hold you had on him to pull him along with you like a dog,

“oh, where are you takin me cutie?” his eyebrows shoot up, happily trailing behind you

spinning him in front of you, you pushed him down onto to the couch you were resting against prior to the attack you assaulted on your boyfriend,

he lets himself relax into the cushions, hand sticking out to caress your thigh as you reach underneath your (his) shirt and slide your panties off your ankles before straddling his waist, core placed right over his lower abs,

“want you to just lay there toru,” you lean down into his ear and whisper, making a open mouthed toothy grin appear on his handsome face, “yeah? you gunna ride my abs baby?”, he breaths out, landing heavy hands down on your ass with a smack, massaging your cheeks in his massive palms,

“mhm,” you whimper, pulling your shirt up between your teeth, beginning to rotate your hips in small circles, pressing your soaking cunt into him

“oh shit, you for real? gonna get ur wet little cunt off by rubbin on my muscles?” he bites his lip watching the scene unfold

breath hitching, you stared intently down at where your leaking pussy meets his abs, humping your hips back and forth now, clit catching on the deep indents of his solid core,

“fuck t-toru,” throwing your head back you let the shirt between your drop, covering your body once more, humping him with a newfound vigor

he’s breathing so heavy watching you use him to get yourself off, his neglected cock twitching for attention as he pulls and pushes your ass cheeks together, helping you rub yourself off on him faster,

“makin such a mess on me, look how fucking wet you are!” he groans, pushing the shirt back up your body so he can get a good view of the juices from your cunt flooding his torso,

“feel good baby? i can feel your pussy twitching, she wanna get filled up after you cum all over me?” he’s babbling, feeling on the verge of cumming himself, not even having touched his cock, just from watching your reactions to grinding hard on him, and feeling how you squeezed around nothing at his filthy words,

“y-yeah toru, feels so fucking perfect oh my g-god,” high pitched moans leaving your mouth, one of your hands that was previously on his chest helping you hold yourself up was now sliding up his solid figure, two of your fingers sliding in his open mouth,

closing his lips around them and sucking, using his tongue to lick around them, feeling the vibrations of his moans shake your digits

hes rolling his eyes back, massaging your ass impossibly harder before youre popping your fingers out of his mouth and tracing your spit covered digest down his neck,

reaching his nipples you make quick circles over the hardening pink buds, he bites his lip and throws his head back, trying not to moan like a little bitch at the new sensation,

hes flexing his abs in perfect time with your thrusts, clit getting the perfect stimulation you needed, “please don’t stop p-please please” you’re babbling, hips losing their rhythm and moans getting higher and higher, shorter and shorter, little “ah ah ah!”s leaving you,

“yesyesyes give it to me pretty give it to me, cum all over me, need ‘t feel it please,” he huffs out, he’s mirroring your expression with a slacked jaw, watching intently as your hips almost come to a complete stop before you he feels your cunt gush,

squeezing around his torso with your thighs, your back arches forward each time you’re hit with a wave of your orgasm, barely able to rock on him by yourself anymore from the intensity of your orgasm, he took it upon himself to use your ass to rock you back and forth on his abs, helping you ride it out,

both of you breathing rapidly when you finally come down from your high, looking down at his chiseled body to see the absolute mess you made, abs really glowing now from the sheen of cum you left on him,

“looks like that felt ‘s fucking good,” he says with a dopey grin on his face, chest heaving, your arms fall back behind you to brace yourself, one accidentally landing on his crotch and you freeze

turning you torso and neck in time you look down at his once light gray sweats and see a big damp spot on his crotch, cock twitching in the aftershocks underneath it, when you turn back around he’s looking more fucked out than ever, “looks like i wasn’t the only one who got off on that,” you giggle, breakfast he was working so hard on long forgotten about

i need u all to understand how much this photo makes me giggle

i need her so bad its not even funny

Korra x Fem!Reader <3

Pairings: Korra x Fem reader

Warnings: 18+ !!Minors DNI!!

Word count: 3k+ (longer than anticipated 💀)

Notes: I'm really jumping in head first... This is my first ever story (if you can even call it that) I'm posting public and it's smut. Yay me. Anyways, I know my writing style isn't for everyone and if you have any kind of CONSTRUCTIVE criticism, please share. I have actually no idea how to use this app though sooooo.... Also, I know LOK is one of the older fandoms but I was rewatching it and I'm obsessed (again) anyways enough yapping, here ya go you thirsty fuckers <3

Korra was losing it.

She had been at sea for almost a year, helping out a friend of hers and it was killing her. The merciless thrashing of the rickety old boat, the smell of fish and bad hygiene and the fact that she was incredibly lonely was driving her crazy. Despite the whole crew of workers and shipmen, she felt isolated. Miserable. All she could think about? You. Your beautiful (color) eyes and the way your hair was effortlessly perfect no matter how intense, brutal and merciless the day had been towards you. And don't even get her started on that sweet, kind gaze of yours.

Just thinking about you made her heart swell as if she were standing on a cliff, parachute cord in hand and she loved it. What she didn't love, however, was how far she was from you. Hundreds of miles of vast blue ocean kept her from the person she loved most. It was almost too much to bear. It had been so long since you had said goodbye. So long since she had felt your warm hands in her cold ones, felt your gaze on her skin, smelled your perfume. Tasted your li-

Her thoughts were interrupted just in the nick of time, saving her from having to deal with the sensitivity pooling between her legs had her thoughts continued down the path they were headed. The thing that had pulled her from her individual paradise? The boat's horn which signaled they were docking. Korra almost sobbed in delight when she saw just where they were docking. It was the island she had departed from in the first place, the island where you resided. She hadn't even realized where she was headed until she saw the island.

She was the first one off of the ship, nearly tackling civilians with the force of a NFL quarterback as she bolted through the busy streets. She knew where she was going, she could find your house even if she were blind. She owed her thanks to all the times she snuck off and climbed through your window at the dead of night just to escape it all. She would knock a special little pattern so you didn't even have to bother asking who it was. She'd climb through the window and sigh in relief. Every. Single. Time. Like clockwork.

At first she'd act as if it was just a casual hang out between friends but then came the ranting. She would tell you absolutely everything; from what she had for breakfast to how much pressure that came with being the avatar. Having the whole world rely on her to save and protect them wasn't easy baggage to carry. What a load for just one girl in her early twenties. Her visits were routine for the both of you at that point. You loved listening and it was nice for her to be able to let her strong facade fall- even if it was just for a moment. But none of that mattered now. All that mattered was the fact that Korra could see your house in the distance, her heart swelling as she conjured a ball of wind to carry her faster than her feet could move.

Even though she was zooming through the town, earning concerned or intrigued glances by its inhabitants, it still wasn't fast enough for Korra who had been waiting to see you for longer than she would like to think about. Finally, after what felt like hours, she finally arrived at your humble yet cozy home. Wasting no time, she walked over to her signature window and thought about performing her signature knock but decided to leave her visit as a surprise and pick the lock instead. She climbed inside and perched on your bed, listening intently for any kind of footsteps.

Her ears pricked up like a dog when she heard you singing that same little tune which she had always wondered where it had originated. Your sweet voice was wafting through the air as you rummaged through the kitchen. Growing ever impatient, Korra blew a waft of air from her lungs, knocking down one of your books from the shelf before running into the closet. Hearing the unusual sound, you made your way to your bedroom to seek out the source.

Your eyes landed on the book that was currently out of place and you picked it up, brushing it off and straightening a few pages before placing it back on the shelf. Korra moved silently. Like a ninja– except she was wearing bright blue. She cleared her throat as she stood tall and excited, eager to see your face and feel your gaze on hers. When you finally turned around, everything was a blur. Next thing Korra knew; she was on the floor with a thumping head and a bump to match.

“Korra!? Oh my god I'm so sorry! I thought you were an intruder! Although you kind of are, seeing as you broke in through my window– but I didn't mean to hit you!” You spoke, remorse and guilt prominent in your voice as you threw the object responsible for the bump on Korra's forehead to the floor; a frying pan that luckily hadn't been on the burner yet. The pan landed with a loud clink on the hardwood as you fell to your knees next to Korra. When Korra began to laugh, you became even more worried. Maybe you had accidentally given her brain damage..?

Korra looked up at you and you could swear you saw a couple tears of relief well in her eyes before retreating. Strong arms enveloped you in an almost suffocating hug, dragging you down to the floor along with her. You couldn't help but let out a small giggle, happily returning the hug and moving your body as close as it could possibly get. The two of you stayed like that for what felt like hours before you finally sat up and used your waterbending to conjure a small ice cube, placing it on the bubble on Korra's forehead.

“Yknow, you really shouldn't sneak up on someone like that. This is what you get.” You joked, giggling softly as you helped the swelling go down. Korra just rolled her eyes. “How was I supposed to know you were gonna hit me with a frying pan?” This caused the both of you to explode in laughter at the sheer dumbness of the situation. Once you had caught your breath, you tucked a stray strand of hair behind your ear. “What are you doing here? I thought you wouldn't be back for a couple more months?” You asked, a slight smile painted on your face.

Korra shrugged before getting off of the ground and brushing herself off. She reached a hand down and you took it without hesitation. You barely even had to move as your brown haired lover did all the work, yanking you to your feet as if you weighed no more than a baby penguin. You landed against her muscular chest with a soft oof sound, pressing your palm flat against her as you looked up into her crystal blue eyes. Before you could pull away, her slightly chapped lips landed on yours, sucking the breath right out of you.

Months of yearning, of desperation all built up had dug their way inside of the avatar and made the kiss their escape plan. This resulted in you quickly being enveloped by her strong body, trapping you between her chest and arms, forcing you to rise to your tiptoes just to reach her. Your arms wrapped around her neck with not nearly as much force and strength as hers. You were suffocating and you loved it. She devoured your lips like a starving predator who had been teased with a slab of juicy meat for the past year.

When she finally loosened up and allowed you to pull away, you were panting, your face about 10 shades redder than its previous color. “Wow…” was all you could muster out and you couldn't help but tighten your lips at how pathetic and breathless you sounded. Korra just giggled, pressing her soft lips against your temple.

"Sorry I've just... You have no idea how much I've missed you."

“Judging by that kiss? I'd say you missed me a lot.”

Your comment earned a soft flick to your forehead but before you could make another sarcastic comment her lips landed on your collar and any kind of witty remark you had planned to say suddenly turned insignificant and flluttered out of your train of thought.

Your hands found their way to the back of her head, tangling in her shaggy brown hair as if they had a mind of their own. Her name blew through you in a single breath, granting a satisfied hmm? from her as she moved her lips against your skin. She lifted your body with ease, placing you gently on the bed as if you were a precious piece of glass. She maneuvered her body to rest above yours, supporting herself on her hands which rested on each side of your head.

How did things escalate so quickly? You asked yourself. Not that you were complaining. Quite the contrary actually.

You couldn't help but wonder how you had managed to make someone like her fall for you. She was absolutely beautiful from her ocean blue eyes, silky hair and perfect body all the way to her braveness and selflessness. Everything about her was enough to make you swoon on the spot and here she was, the avatar, hovering above you as if you were the whole world in her hands, admiring you with lidded eyes and mouth slightly parted as she took in the sight before her.

You hadn't realized it, but you yourself weren't making this any easier for her either with the way you were staring up at her. You had this…innocent look on your face that went right in direct contrast with the way your body responded to her touch, the way you made those soft little gasps and moans every time her lips found a new sweet spot. She knew your body like the back of her hand. Every bundle of nerves, every little spot that- when kissed in the right way, pushed you right over the edge. You were sitting in the palm of her hand and you wouldn't have it any other way.

Korra resumed her previous actions but progressed them by slipping her tongue past your plump lips, entangling it with yours as you let out soft breaths only for them to be lost in the kiss. Hot breaths and eager lips further warmed the kiss and when you felt her leg slip in between yours, you practically came undone right at that simple yet effective movement. You clutched her closer, growing impatient. Skilled hands unbuttoned your blouse, throwing it to an unimportant corner of the bedroom as she admired your smooth chest for the first time in months.

She took her time with you. Stopping at every birthmark, every dent in your skin and peppering light kisses over it before unclasping your bra and taking one of your rosy buds into her mouth. You let out a shaky fuck. As your hands pulled on her hair ever so slightly. Korra couldn't leave your other bud out, could she? So she took the other one between her thumb and pointer, rolling it back and forth and continuing her motions on the other. She knew how this got to you and soon enough you were arching against her, grinding your hips against her knee as she smirked against your skin.

“Someone's eager~” she teased with a devious grin. You turned your head to the side, a shade of red growing on your cheeks. “You're the one that started this.” You responded. You were always known for your sarcastic remarks and that's one of the many things Korra loved about you. She giggled softly as she continued her journey down your ethereal body. At least, it was ethereal to her. She made her way to your legs, peppering kisses along your inner thighs, courtesy of your skirt. She rolled the fabric up, completely exposing your most secretive parts.

Korra grazed her teeth against your skin, causing you to gasp and instinctively close your legs around her head. She clicked her tongue as a teacher would before parting your legs once again and holding them in place. Her kisses grew sloppier as they moved up to that place where she had been dreaming about for months. She placed a kiss on your panties, the thin fabric not putting up much of a fight nor offering up adequate protection to your sensitive nub. All of this, she knew, of course.

The brunette chuckled at your reaction, relishing in how sensitive you were, just as she remembered. She began pulling down your panties, inch by agonizing inch until you were left with nothing but your skirt which was tangled in itself at this point. That had to go too. Your clothes lay scattered throughout your bedroom but that was insignificant. All that mattered to you now was your brown haired, blue eyed lover who was tying her hair up in a messy ponytail as she gazed down at you with a certain intense hunger only she could possess.

That first lick along your aching core always sent shivers down your spine and your hands flying down to grasp at her hair, usually earning a teasing remark such as “so responsive~” which didn't help very much with easing your growing arousal. When her first finger traced a gentle circle around your clit, your legs jerked and attempted to squeeze together once again but they were not allowed. Korra was being too slow. She was savoring the moment, yes, but maybe she was savoring it a bit too much. You groaned and tugged her closer, hoping she'd get the message.

She did.

Without warning, she plunged a finger into the depths of your core causing your back to arch off of the plush mattress below. “This is what you wanted, isn't it?” She asked with a raise of her brow but you were too lost in the feeling of her finger curling against a certain bundle of nerves to even think about uttering a response. Just the way she liked it. She added a second digit, further stretching you out as she continued her previous motions. Every curl of her fingers, every sloppy kiss or word of praise pushed you further and further towards the edge.

She pressed her textured tongue flat against your clit, earning a strangled gasp and a pull at her hair from you. She hummed against you, sending vibrations up all the right places as her fingers grew even bolder. Her tongue flicked over your clit again, and you were ashamed of the whimper– almost cry that erupted from your throat as you felt your climax inch ever closer. You called out her name but your voice just came out as some sort of croak. “Shhh…it's okay. Just relax princess, I've got you~” She cooed and it would have been wholesome if she wasn't currently scrambling your insides with three of her thick fingers.

She lapped at your folds with a certain intensity, a certain hunger as if she was starving and you were the only source of food around for miles. She pushed her fingers as deep as they could go and within seconds, you were coming undone around her. Your chest heaved up and down as you yanked your lover up so she was face to face with you before pressing your lips against her wet ones and tasting yourself in her saliva. She pulled away with a huff. “Can I try something?” She asked. You would have panicked slightly but something in her eyes comforted you before you could even attempt to overthink the situation.

“What kind of thing?”

“You'll see~”

And with that, she ran into the kitchen and hurried back with a cup of water. “What are you gonna do with that?” Korra just gave you an almost frightening look of excitement as she placed the cup down and began undressing. You raised a brow but decided to help her strip anyway. “God, So. Many. Layers.” You huffed, peeling away layer after layer of cloth like one of those Christmas present pranks. "Sorry..." She muttered in response with a small giggle and no real guilt behind her words. You were extremely relieved when you finally got to see your lover's bare skin. But before you could finish admiring her, you were pushed onto your back. The avatar began bending the water from the cup as she looked down at you with a smirk. Before you could question anything, you felt an incredibly cold and hard object press into your core.

You gasped loudly and looked down to see that Korra had bent the water into a phallic object and was currently pushing it into you as well as herself. You looked up to see her biting her lip as she felt the same sensations as you. Once both of you had met in the middle of the ice shape, she began rocking her hips slightly. You whispered out her name as she pushed all the way inside of you, leaning down to press your bare chests together. F-fuck… she whispered into your ear. The sound of her arousal sent blood rushing between your legs as you wrapped your arms and legs around her, pulling her closer.

The two of you gripped each other close as the sounds of your pleasure mixed, molding into one. Her brows furrowed as she let out small moans. Her hips grew faster, more erratic as she chased her own orgasm and soon enough she was on the cusp.

“I'm- fuck…almost there.”

“Me… me too. Don't stop”

The two of you froze in place, both meeting at the top and feeling your highs at the same time. Korra gave one final thrust before turning the ice- which had dwindled significantly in size- back into water and placed it back into the cup along with all other loose drops and puddles of the water. She collapsed onto you, chest heaving up and down as she held you close.

“F-fuck. I missed this– missed you. So. Much.” She said, punctuating each word with a soft kiss in different spots on your face. You giggled and held her close, relishing in the sensation of her soft and muscular body against yours.

“I can't believe you just fucked me with water.”

“Well, judging from the way you were moaning? I'd say you liked it.”

i need her so bad...

okay so yk how sex toys existed during the edo period in Japan? How’s Mizu’s strap game? Can you write for Mizu and fem!reader using a strap on for the first time? I want her to talk me through it 😫 I’d bet she’d be such a tease too.. only pushing the tip inside or rubbing the dildo over your clit and making you beg for it

This is... fascinating knowledge. Thank you for sharing it.

Pairing: Mizu x Fem!Reader

Tags: nsfw, smut, toy use, strap-on, gentle to rough sex, teasing, dirty talk, clit stimulation, praise, slight voice kink, begging, soft dom!Mizu

Word count: 1.8k

A/N: I definitely do not think of this. No I do not. You do. Not me. You.

"A-Are you... really gonna fuck me with that?" You weren't gonna pretend that you're not dripping from looking at the toy and how well it seems to fit on Mizu. "I know I said I'd take your cock if you had it but... I didn't think you'd actually get one."

"It wasn't me. It was Akemi. She uh, I may have gotten drunk one night and told her what you said so she got us this." Mizu was a tiny bit sheepish about this now that she actually had the toy strapped to her. It took both of you to figure how to even put it on.

"I think it looks good on you." You licked the palm of your hand and rolled it down the firm shaft to get it wet and slippery. You weren't expecting for Mizu to gasp and jerk her hips forward into your hand. She couldn't feel your hand but it was clearly doing something for her on some level. It was exciting and scary at the same time. "I'm... a little nervous I'll be honest. Usually it's just your fingers and this is a bit thicker." And not to mention harder.

Mizu nodded in agreement as she placed her hand over yours, moving it faster, "But I know a good girl like you can take it."

Heat bloomed in your cheeks and spread lower, "I didn't say I can't." You grinned up at her, meeting her smirk. Mizu pulled your hand away and gently pushed you down on your back, her hand palming at your pussy, the heel of her hand on your clit and her fingers teasing around your opening.

When she moved forward to do the same thing with the toy you shifted a little backwards. "Is everything okay? We can stop if you don't want to keep going?" All the teasing was gone from her tone, replaced by her soft tone that you were able to hear a lot more then others. "I can do it on the outside first, let you get used to the feeling of... uh... my cock?" The words felt so strange to say. She of course had to pretend to have one for years but this... it's the closest she ever got to actually having one.

"Yeah, talk me through it. I helps when I listen to your voice." She already knew you liked her voice, both of them equally.

"Whatever you say." Her rough hands pushed against your knees so she could push between your legs. The dildo slid over your clit, smooth and wet from your spit. From this angle the tip ended right bellow your belly button. She pulled back down and again rolled it over your clit, making sure you feel the structured tip. "My compliments to the carver, they made this really well. I really want to see your cunt take this. Wonder if I can fit all of it in you?"

The cock may be a work of art but in your view so was the person wearing it. Mizu always looked beautiful to you, whether she had her hair up or down like she did now. You angled your hips a bit upwards, trying to get the tip against your clit some more.

"Patience is a virtue beloved." Her words alone made you stay still. "I want to make sure this, and you, are really wet first okay? Can't have you hurting when I put it in." She cooed but you knew she wanted to tease you more, taking the dildo in her hand and pushing just the tip over your clit. It felt like being hit by lightning over and over, your body jolting because of the constant appliance of pleasure just on that one sensitive spot.

She could just do this and you'd be able to come no problem. The visual of her strap against your clit made your head spin and your legs weak. But that wasn't all she did, she used her fingers to spread your folds so her cock could glide through them, getting coated in your slick every time her hips rolled forward. She was getting herself ready for you, by using you to lube herself up.

"Going to put to the tip in now okay? If you don't like it you can tell me." Mizu wanted to make sure you were as comfortable as possible right now. For all her teasing she could be such a gentle lover when she needed to be. Not even a second after you nodded she spread your pussy open with her thumbs and pressed the tip against you. "Just the tip love, take it for me okay?"

"I can take a lot then that." Well it's more like you really wanted to. Weather you would was up to her to decide. You closed your eyes when the broad tip pushed in, fitting in perfectly. Mizu kept her eyes on your pussy, watching it clamp down and flutter. "Am I being good for you?"

"So good. Yes, you're amazing, just perfect to me." To her. And it was the only person who mattered really. Mizu sunk in a little more, her breath hitching for a second when she saw more of the cock go in. "I need to take these off." You knew she was being serious when she took her chest bindings off. This was getting to her, she was getting excited by getting to fuck you like this. "Can I try to push all of it in? I can't really feel you so you'll have to tell me if it's too much." You could sense by the strain and longing in her voice that she wanted to feel you. She had to use her imagination, recall how your warm cunt enveloped her fingers and try to imagine it now too.

"I think I can take all of it." You really hoped you can take all of it. You raised yourself on your elbows to get as best view as you can when her hips pressed against yours. She was inside you, her strap, her cock was all the way inside of you.

Mizu let out a long sigh, your fingers tightening on your hips. "You really took all of it." One of her hands cradled the back of your head and pulled you a bit more up, "Look at how well you take my cock." She almost sounded like she was bragging. "Oh. Did you miss it?" She pulled back, leaving only the tip in, the surface of the cock glistening with your wetness, "It's so wet right now. You really like it huh?"

You felt the toy push back inside you, you saw it too, it going in until Mizu's hips were against yours again. Your hands found hers and pulled her closer when she tried to pull away.

"Oh. You really, really like this." Mizu chuckled, "I can fuck you harder." Her voice dropped to that spinetingling raspy tone she had when she threatened someone. Except she was threatening you with a very good time right now. "I want to hear you say you want me to fuck you."

You gripped her hands so hard your nails dug into and broke her skin. "I want... you to fuck me hard with your cock, Mizu, please, I need it hard." You weren't shy anymore, you couldn't afford to be when you and Mizu tried something different. You know how much she loved hearing you tell her how you want her, to look at her like she's your everything. It always made her heart hurt from the amount of love in your eyes. "I want to be one with you."

Mizu had a lot of libito when it came down to it. She didn't get to express it a lot, she didn't even care about sex for years, it was the last thing on her mind. But now that her life was a peaceful she could let her desires out. Her hand ran up to your chest, feeling your breast for a moment but more focused on your heartbeat.

"I'll pound you so hard the only thing you'll scream is my name." You could see the desire darkening her blue eyes. Mizu angled her hips so every inch of her cock stimulated your inner walls perfectly.

The constant thrust felt so good you wrapped your legs around her hips, you wanted her close to you. Mizu grunted and pushed them aside, murmuring about not being able to pull back if they're closed around her like that. You positively purred at the fullness and smacking of her thighs against yours. Your cunt clenched hard around the invading toy, pressing hard around it.

Mizu took a deep breath when she saw your pussy clenching around the dildo, "I wish I could feel you. Fuck, I want to feel your pussy around my cock. I know it'd feel so good, so warm and slippery and inviting for me."

"Fuck. More." Your legs tried to close around her again, her hands immediately flying down to hold them open. You struggled against her grip, the way at which her cock rammed at your insides making you whimper in desperation.

She started a quicker pace that made it impossible for you to ignore how fast your orgasm was approaching. "I'll give you what you need." Mizu rasped as she took in, devoured the sight of you taking her cock, your pussy eager and spread for her.

You rocked your hips against her vigorously, fucking yourself on the toy until Mizu grabbed your hips and impaled you against her while she pounded into you. Mutual groans and whimpers filled your ears, your turning more and more high-pitched the closer you got.

"Look at me while you come." For someone who usually shied away from eye contact it was very important to her when it was time to see you come. The sharp sounds of Mizu's thighs smacking against yours weren't able to cover the sound of your voice breaking as you came, the white spots invading your vision as your orgasm finally hit. You couldn't tell if Mizu came as well but her voice sure sounded like she did.

She didn't pull away until she saw your body still on the bed. She took the toy out slower then she usually did her fingers. Once again her eyes looked down, glued on the way your cunt closed around nothing. "Do you want more?" One orgasm was never enough for Mizu. But given that this was the first time you got this intense she knew she shouldn't push it.

"Not unless you want to break me." The silence was way too loud, "W-Wait... do you?"

"No! I... it felt good seeing you want something of mine so much. I wouldn't mind seeing it again soon." She scrambled to put the toy away as quickly as possible, "I'll have to clean that later, but could I hug you now?"

It was a silly question. The only way you could answer was by finally getting to wrap your legs around her, and your arms too, until you melted against each other. "I'll give you the world if you want it."