#amab reader smut

[heartfullofleeches]

[18+, suggestive, Amab Reader]

Bashful Darling who refuses to kiss their Yan for one, incredibly embarrassing reason- Something they could never tell another living soul. A secret shame they'd sooner take to their grave, but Yan is so understanding and gentle in their advances. Whatever's troubling their beloved will be safe with them. If someone hurt their precious angel in the past they'll-

"I... I get aroused just from kissing! M-my first kiss... I almost came in my pants when their lips touched mine. You must think I'm a huge pervert. I'm sorry..."

Oh.

That wasn't the answer the were expecting- but it's not like they repulsed by Darling's confession.

Quite the contrary. They'll never forgive the bastard who stole their love's first kiss, but it left them with some rather exciting information.

Soft, supple lips. Pressed against their own, Darling can't help but imagine what they'd feel like elsewhere. Their cheeks, their neck, their chest...

Yan soothes Darling's worries with a kiss that clears the tears building in their eyes. If their love gets that riled up from a mere touch of skin, they can't wait to see what happens to them when they show the full extent of their admiration to them.

[boykisser4]

Can you make an Alpha!Geto/Gojo x reader older brother omega where the two alphas plan to lose their virginity with the older brother, using their alpha pheromones to arouse the reader? If possible, show the consequences a few days later (pregnancy). I'm here for the nsfw, but I also want to see plenty of angst 🤭 thank you ❣️

Cursed Bonds 😋

pairing: alpha!Suguru Geto/gojo satoru x older omega male reader, nsfw so minors begone

warning: male reader, smut, omegaverse, pregnancy scare, oral and anal sex, a little bit of angst and fluff

"You're always so tense, Gojo," the young man's voice echoed through the room, a hint of amusement tugging at the corners of his mouth. Geto, lounging on the couch with his legs casually thrown over the armrest, studied his friend with a raised eyebrow.

The room was dimly lit, the curtains drawn to keep the prying eyes of the outside world at bay. It was their sanctuary, a place where the two of them could be themselves without the constraints of their pack's expectations. The air had anticipation, the scent of their unspoken desires hanging heavy between them.

Gojo Satoru, the stoic and powerful alpha of the juvenile delinquents, sat in his favorite chair, his eyes never leaving the figure before him. The reader, an older omega male with a quiet strength that belied his position, stood nervously by the door, his hands fidgeting with the hem of his shirt. He knew what was expected of him, but the reality was far more overwhelming than he had ever imagined.

Geto's smile grew wider, his eyes glinting with mischief. He had always found the older omega intriguing, a challenge that his alpha instincts craved. He knew that this moment would change everything between them, and the thrill of it made his heart race. He leaned in closer, his own scent becoming more potent as he whispered, "We both know what we need tonight."

The reader's cheeks flushed, his eyes darting to Gojo's before he nodded, swallowing hard. The room grew warmer as the two alphas' pheromones filled the space, a heady mix that was impossible to ignore. Geto's eyes narrowed slightly as he watched the omega's pupils dilate, his breathing becoming shallower. The effect was intoxicating.

Gojo's gaze remained intense, his body language speaking volumes despite his silence. He stood from his chair, the fabric of his pants straining against his growing arousal. His steps were deliberate as he approached the reader, his hand reaching out to cup the omega's face. The touch was gentle, yet firm, as if claiming the reader as his own. The omega's breath hitched, his body responding to the alpha's dominance.

"We've both been waiting for this," Gojo murmured, his voice a low rumble that seemed to resonate through the very core of the reader's being. "We won't take it from you, we'll share it with you," he assured, his thumb brushing against the reader's plump lower lip. Geto watched with rapt attention, his own desire spiking at the sight of the omega's vulnerability.

The reader's eyes searched Gojo's for a moment before he nodded again, his voice barely above a whisper. "I trust you both."

Gojo's smile grew more tender, his thumb now tracing the sensitive skin of the omega's neck, feeling the pulse quicken beneath his touch. "Good," he said, his voice thick with need. "You're going to need to trust us completely."

With a gentle push, Gojo guided the reader towards the bed, the soft mattress sinking slightly beneath their combined weight as they sat down. Geto mirrored Gojo's movements, his eyes never leaving the omega as he stepped closer. The reader could feel the heat radiating from their bodies, the potent alpha scent making him ache in a way that was both terrifying and exhilarating.

The tension in the room grew palpable as the two alphas began to undress the omega, their movements calculated and precise. Gojo's eyes remained locked on the reader's, as if he could read every thought and emotion that passed through his mind. He gently tugged the shirt over the omega's head, revealing the pale, unblemished skin beneath. Geto stepped closer, his own arousal clear as he took in the sight of the reader's chest, his nipples already pebbled from the cool air and the anticipation of what was to come.

The omega's breathing grew more erratic as Gojo's calloused hands slid over his skin, exploring every curve and plane. The alpha's touch was surprisingly tender, a stark contrast to the power he exuded. The reader's body responded instinctively, his scent growing sweeter as his arousal grew. Geto watched, his own hands trembling slightly with excitement as he began to undo the reader's pants.

The fabric fell away, revealing the omega's straining erection. Gojo's eyes darkened as he took in the sight, his own need growing more intense. He leaned in, his breath hot against the reader's ear as he whispered, "You're so beautiful." The omega's body shuddered at the words, his cock twitching in response.

The two alphas exchanged a heated glance, their need for each other and the omega between them a tangible force. They worked in unison, stripping away the last of the reader's clothing until he was laid bare before them. Gojo's hand found its way to the reader's hardened length, stroking it slowly as Geto knelt beside the bed, his eyes never leaving the omega's face.

With a soft, almost reverent touch, Geto traced the line of the omega's thigh before moving to his inner thigh, his fingers ghosting over the sensitive skin. The reader's hips jerked at the contact, a whimper escaping his lips. Gojo's grip tightened, his strokes growing more deliberate as he watched the omega's reactions.

The air grew thick with pheromones as the alphas continued their ministrations, the scent of desire and submission filling the room. The reader could feel his body responding, his cock growing slick with pre-cum as his mind raced with thoughts of what was to come. He knew that this night would be one of passion and intensity, a bond formed that could never be broken.

As Gojo leaned in to kiss the omega, their tongues dancing together, Geto's mouth found the reader's neck, his teeth grazing the soft skin. The reader gasped, his body arching into the dual contact. The alphas' pheromones were overwhelming, their combined scent making him dizzy with want. He had never felt so alive, so desired.

Geto's hand joined Gojo's on the omega's cock, their fingers intertwining as they worked in unison. The reader's hips rocked, his breath coming in short pants as pleasure built within him. He could feel their desire, their need for him, and it was intoxicating. They were so powerful, so dominant, yet they handled him with such care, it was as if he was the most precious thing in the world.

With a low growl, Geto stepped back, his eyes never leaving the reader's. He unbuckled his belt and slid his pants down, revealing his own impressive length. "Suck it," he ordered, his voice low and demanding. The omega's eyes widened, but he didn't hesitate. He leaned over, his mouth watering at the sight of the alpha's cock, and took it into his mouth.

The reader's lips wrapped around Geto's cock, his tongue swirling around the head as he took in the salty, musky taste. He sucked eagerly, driven by his own desire and the need to please the alphas. Geto's hand found the back of his head, guiding him deeper. The reader's eyes watered, but he didn't protest, his mind consumed by the feeling of being used and owned.

Meanwhile, Gojo had moved behind the omega, his own erection pressing against the plush cushion of the reader's ass. He slid a hand down the omega's spine, his thumb lingering at the base before moving to tease the sensitive entrance. The reader tensed, but Gojo's touch was gentle, reassuring, and soon he relaxed, his body begging for more.

Gojo's lubricated fingers began to penetrate the tight, warm channel, the reader's moans muffled by Geto's cock in his mouth. The alpha's movements were slow, careful, as he stretched the omega open, preparing him for the claiming that was to come. The reader's body shivered with pleasure as Geto's hips began to rock, his cock sliding in and out of the reader's eager mouth.

The alphas' eyes met over the reader's bent form, a silent conversation passing between them. They had both wanted this for so long, and now that it was happening, the intensity of their shared desire was almost overwhelming. Geto nodded, his expression one of pure lust as he pulled away, his cock glistening with the omega's saliva.

Gojo positioned himself behind the reader, his own need pulsing through his veins like a drumbeat. He watched as the omega's body trembled, his eyes glazed over with arousal. The alpha took a moment to appreciate the beauty before him, the way the omega's skin flushed with passion, the way his cock bobbed eagerly between his legs.

With a firm grip, Gojo guided his own erection towards the reader's tight hole, pausing for a moment to allow the omega to adjust to the feeling. The reader's breath hitched, his eyes squeezed shut tightly as the head of the alpha's cock breached the entrance. The sensation was new, foreign, and yet, it sparked a deep-seated need that had the omega's body begging for more.

Gojo pushed in slowly, inch by inch, his eyes never leaving the reader's face. The omega's mouth was still full with Geto's cock, muffling his whimpers and gasps. The alpha felt the reader's muscles tense around him, a silent plea for patience. He gave it, moving at a pace that was both gentle and maddening, allowing the omega to adjust to the intrusion.

Geto watched with hooded eyes, his own arousal reaching new heights as he felt the reader's throat work around his length. He could see the raw emotion playing out on Gojo's face, the concentration and restraint it took not to plunge in fully. It was a dance of power and care, and Geto was eager to see it unfold.

With a final, gentle push, Gojo was fully seated within the reader, his cock buried to the hilt. The omega's body quivered, a guttural moan vibrating through Geto's shaft. The alpha couldn't hold back any longer; he began to thrust, setting a rhythm that the omega's mouth soon matched.

The reader's eyes rolled back in his head as the alphas took him apart piece by piece. Each stroke of Gojo's cock sent waves of pleasure through his body, making his own cock throb painfully between Geto's tightly clenched fist. The feeling was indescribable, a maelstrom of sensation that had him teetering on the edge of oblivion.

*a few days later*

The reader's mind raced as he stared at the little white stick, the pink line glaring back at him like an accusation. The past few days had been a whirlwind of passion and pleasure, but now fear had settled in the pit of his stomach. The room felt too small, the walls closing in on him as he tried to comprehend the gravity of the situation.

He had been feeling off, more tired than usual, and when his heat had come a few days early, he had brushed it off as a fluke. But now, holding the pregnancy test in his trembling hands, he couldn't ignore the possibility that the night he had shared with Gojo and Geto might have had consequences they had not anticipated.

The omega's mind raced with scenarios, each more terrifying than the last. What would the alphas say? What would the pack think? His heart hammered against his chest as he tried to calm his racing thoughts. He knew that alphas could impregnate omegas with just one encounter, but he had hoped that their care and the contraceptive measures they had taken would be enough to prevent it.

Gathering his courage, the reader approached Gojo and Geto, his eyes downcast. They were in the living room, deep in conversation about pack matters. Their heads snapped up as he entered, their expressions immediately softening at the sight of him. But as they took in his ashen face and trembling hands, the mood shifted to one of concern.

"What's wrong?" Gojo was the first to speak, his voice gentle as he stepped towards the omega.

The reader held out the pregnancy test, his eyes pleading for understanding. "I-I think... I might be..." His voice trailed off, the words lodging in his throat like a boulder.

Gojo and Geto's expressions darkened, the atmosphere in the room changing in an instant. Gojo took the test from the omega's trembling hand, his eyes scanning the results before he looked up, his gaze a storm of emotions. "Sit," he ordered gently, guiding the reader to the couch. Geto was beside him in a heartbeat, his hand on the omega's shoulder, his eyes searching his face for any sign of distress.

The silence was deafening as the two alphas exchanged a weighted look, the implications of the test's result hanging heavily in the air. They had been so careful, so considerate of the omega's boundaries and needs, but fate had thrown them a curveball that neither had expected.

Geto was the first to react, his hand moving to the reader's cheek, his thumb brushing away a tear that had escaped the corner of the omega's eye. "It's okay," he murmured, his voice thick with emotion. "We're here for you, no matter what."

Gojo sat on the edge of the couch, his hand resting on the omega's thigh, offering what little comfort he could. His mind raced with the potential repercussions of the situation. Pregnancy was a rare and precious thing in their world, but the timing was terrible. The pack was on edge, and the alphas had enough to deal with already.

"We'll figure this out," Geto said firmly, his eyes never leaving the reader's face. "We'll tell the pack together." The omega nodded, his eyes brimming with unshed tears. He knew that the alphas would stand by him, but the fear of rejection from the pack was a very real concern.

[iceman-soup]

amab masc!reader x bot!price

Your captain who just adores to bury his face into you, no matter when or where.

On a mission? He'll nuzzle into your shoulder in the truck or helicopter between locations. He's not even fussed when the others wolf-whistle or take pictures, just hums and gives them the middle finger.

In the mornings? You'll wake up with him snuggled by your side: as close to you as physically possible, fast asleep with his beard tickling your bare skin. You run a hand through his tussled hair, watching his pretty eyes flutter open as he murmurs a tired "mornin', my boy," and wraps his arms tighter around you.

You need to fix something high up? He'll come up to you with a soft smile, then burrow his face into your thigh, one hand on your lower back to make sure you don't fall off the chair or desk you're precariously standing on.

You're hard? This gentleman will be on his knees the second you ask him to, taking as much of you in his mouth as he can until he's at the base, teary eyes closed as he nestles his nose into your course hair, breathing in your musk and trying not to gag.

[vmp3ater]

I had seen an a.i bot proposal like this but I wanted something written.

Sub!Aventurine that gives chocolates an aphrodisiac (he gets the dose wrong and adds more than expected) and ends with the bodyguard!Reader fucking him into oblivion, male reader please <3

I've been loving the daily content, I appreciate your efforts <3

subbot aventurine x domtop amab reader

AVENTURINE NGH. also amab reader is closest i can give u for male reader </3

aventurine who offers you, his dearest bodyguard, some chocolate that were laced with an aphrodisiac. but you didn’t refuse, cause it’s a sweet treat of course!

but it results in you fucking him into the mattress, drooling and babbling incoherently about bow hard you are on him as you press the tip of your cock against his prostate. he’s moaning and grabbing the sheets until his knuckles turn white, smirking as this is what he wanted all along

his untouched angry cock throbbing for some sort of release while you continued fucking him, stuffing him full of your warm cum as he drools at the feeling of your cum seeping inside of him

[prttykittes]

You.. you just like me fr! >^<

Catboy!reader x Fatui Scara?

We’re in heat and Scara corrupts and fucks us! ☺️

Love your blog btw!! 💟

you just like me? Yeah, you're just like me ^~^ . I did AMAB reader which means gender neutral but reader has a weewee:3

cw. heat, anal sex, handjob, corruption kink, virginity loss, innocent and naive reader, reader is inlove with scara and an agent, power dynamic(boss(?) X agent), dubcon(?), grammar mistakes(?)

note: Cat!reader meow, I would love doing cow/dog/cat/bunny!reader stuff, I hope you enjoy this one!!! :33

Your tail curls around your leg, you feel hot in your lower area, you are stumbling around. You had no idea what was going on with you! Your hand was stuck between your legs, you walked over to Scara's office. You knock on the door, you can hear him groaning as he yells for you to come in. You walk in, you bite your lower lip as your pants felt tight and something was poking your hand! “Master Scara!” You cry out, your knees give out and you fall down, Scara gets up and walks over to you. Everyone knew you were his favourite, which is why everyone left you alone, and you were sad that none seemed to be with you. “What's wrong?” He says, his arms wrap around you and you mewl as you feel your pants rub against the ground, it felt nice but it hurted as well. He turns you around, your back against him, he doesn't say anything as he sees a tent on your pants. He chuckles, it makes you squirm when his breath hits your ear. Your cat ear twitches as he grabs ahold of it. “You're in heat, kitty” he whispers, you raise an eyebrow, in heat? “I can help you if you like” he says, nodding your head as you feel hot and in pain. His hand reaches down to your pants, you gasp as his hand rubs at the tent, you moan. “Have you ever been touched before?” He says, you shake your head, this was the first time anyone had touched you there! He laughs and he licks your ear, you whimper and he pulls down your pants. You wonder what he is doing, he lifts you up so you're more against him. He slaps your hip as he pulls down your underwear, you moan as he gives it a small smack. It stands tall, leaking so much. You moan as he touches your skin, he pushes you onto the floor, you’re on your hands and knees, your butt facing. “Your so fucking gorgeous” he leans more into your butt. His tongue pokes at your hole and you let out a moan. He begins to tongue-fuck you, his wet hot tongue slides in and out of you for minutes, he laughs as he hears you whine. He spits on his hand as he rubs it over his dick, using it as lube and using his pre-cum as lube as well. He reaches under you as he gathers some of your pre-cum, his fingers are coated with your pre-cum, he rubs it over your butthole. He spanks your ass before he finally enters you, he lets out a moan as he enjoys the feeling of the tightness and warmth. Your face is pushed against the floor, your dick rubs against the cold floor, you moan and drool. Your heat covers your pain, he lets out groans and grunts. He is taking your first time, your mind begins to go hazy, your tongue rolls out. Your eyes roll back and he begins to go faster, he stops as he fills you up, your dick spurts out. He breathes heavily but this doesn't satisfy your heat, he licks his lips as he can continue playing with you.

[sleepingdeath-light]

the difficulties of a (not so) long distance relationship ; 18+

kinktober day eleven

pairing ; billy lenz x non binary amab!reader insert

fandom ; slashers / black christmas

masterlists ; fandom | kinktober | ao3

content ; dominant!reader, submissive!billy lenz, phone sex, masturbation, dirty talk, praise kink, likely very ooc!billy

minors and ageless blogs do not interact

Billy Lenz is a strange man. You love him, of course you do, but even you can’t deny how… eccentric he can be sometimes.

Right now you’re being subjected of one of Billy’s more enjoyable habits: his petulant insistance that you help him get off over the phone when you’re unable to climb up to the attic and help him in person. And, of course, being the oh-so-loving partner that you are, you’re all too happy to lend a hand — even if you do wish he’d stop calling the landline when your housemates are literally only a handful of feet away from you and could very easily walk into the hallway and catch you red-handed.

But the scolding can wait for another time, when you don’t have a needy, whiny boyfriend on the line waiting for your attention.

—————————————

‘Billy, baby, are you really that desperate that you can’t wait a few minutes?’ You tease, smiling against the receiver of the phone when you hear a shaky whimper through the speaker. ‘Need me that bad, huh honey?’

‘Mhm,’

‘So are you gonna be a good boy for me? Gonna be quick and quiet? Don’t want anyone else to hear us do we, baby?’

Another shaky gasp echos through the phone before he all but shouts his next words out, forcing you to pull the phone back a few inches to protect your hearing. ‘No! No! Billy will be good! Billy is good!’

‘Yeah?’ You laughed affectionately in response, fighting the urge to shake your head as you continued. ‘Well then, let’s make this quick and then I can come up and take care of you properly. How does that sound? Good?’

The only confirmation you get is the sound of Billy’s pants being shoved down to his knees and a throaty groan when, you assume, he finally wraps his hand around the base of his aching cock. And that’s more than enough for you to finally start giving him what he wants — after a cursory look around to make sure you won’t be interrupted, of course.

‘Are you touching yourself, sweetheart?’ He grunts his affirmation into the phone and you hum your approval. ‘Are you doing what I do, baby?’

‘Mhm,’ he affirmed in a gasp, ‘but your hand feels much — ah — nicer than Billy’s,’

‘I know, baby,’ you reassure breathily, before continuing in a lower tone, ‘maybe you need some more lubrication. Spit on your hand and use that to jerk off — can you do that for me, honey?’

Immediately you can hear him following your instruction, quickly followed by the lewd wet sound of him fisting his cock.

‘Good boy, Billy… fuck…’

From the shameless sounds he’s making you can picture exactly what he must look like right now and it takes every ounce of self control in your body for you to not hang up the phone and run up to the attic to join him: you can see his brows furrowing and his jaw clenching as he works himself closer to climax; you can envision the delectable bobbing of his Adam’s Apple as he throws his head back and swallows and gasps through all of the delightful moans and groans and grunts you’re hearing; you can imagine how his cock, angry red and drooling, must look right now — curving up towards his clenching stomach as he fucks his own trembling fist; you can picture, clear as day, the trembling of his lips and the unfocused teary look in his hooded eyes as he begs and pleads for you to keep talking. Predictable. Desperate. Perfect.

And you tell him as such, praising and degrading him in just the way he likes as you talk him through to his climax.

‘Keep going, sweetheart,’

‘That’s it, good boy, let me hear you,’

‘Why don’t you play with your balls, sweet thing? You love it when I do that, maybe that’ll get you off faster,’

‘So desperate for me, I fucking love it,’

‘You close yet, baby? Gonna cum from my voice? You’re so shameless, I love you,’

‘Go faster, Billy,’

‘Think you can be a bit rougher with yourself, sweets? Good boy,’

‘Ah ah ah! Don’t be too loud or my roommates will hear you and know what’s going on. Unless you want everyone to know what a needy little pervert you are?’

‘Fuck you sound so hot right now,’

‘Is your hand over your mouth right now? Stop that. I wanna hear you, baby,’

And for his part, naturally, your Billy is as vocal as ever and makes no effort to hide exactly how much your words are affecting him: shameless moans, throaty groans, stuttered grunts, sobs, whimpers of your name and his favourite little pet name (‘piggy’, of course), pleas for something he never quite gets around to specifying, and repeated loud calls of ‘gonna cum’ and ‘close’ that have your dick hardening and aching in your pants. Frankly for how loud he sounded over the phone you’re shocked that you can’t hear him through the ceiling — but, then again, you know that this isn’t the first time he’s gotten himself off in the attic so you’re sure he’s found all sorts of ways to keep you all unaware of his activities up there.

From there it only takes one more sentence from you to have your sweet little Billy falling apart at the seams with your name and a string ‘thank you’s on his lips that manages to be as endearing as it is arousing.

‘Alright then, pretty boy, go ahead and cum for me,’

Yeah, Billy is a real handful sometimes. But, as you’ve found over the years, he’s more than worth the trouble.

[nanaslutt]

waiting outside the car while u wait for their boner to go down after u kissed them

ʚ incl: gojo, geto, nanami, toji, choso, sukuna, higuruma, shiu, ino, uraume, ijichi

ʚ cont: suggestiveness, crack

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[servicpop]

family trip adrien ( deliquent oc ) x bttm m reader

ⓘ established relationship au

Through the excessive amount of visiting each other's houses almost everyday of the week, it was only natural that your families would grow close.

It wasn't a surprise when you received a pretty little invitation by Adrien to come join him and his family on a small trip to the coast. Since you had nothing better to do that weekend, you gladly accepted. Adrien brought up his family's van and offered you a ride in which you also agreed.

You never thought to ask Adrien about his family, assuming it was a topic he didn't particularly like as he never talked about them anyways. So seeing two little girls and a young boy that were the splitting image of Adrien if not his parents. They were a rather rowdy bunch as Adrien's mother rounded up the little troublemakers into the 2nd row of the van while her husband was busy packing things into the trunk.

“Why didn't you tell me you had siblings? And so many,” You question, turning to Adrien who seemed to be on his last straw trying to get his siblings to calm down.

“Didn't think I seemed like an only child,” he quipped.

You stop yourself from rolling your eyes when Adrien's mother walks up to you. She's gorgeous, straight nut brown hair, short and slim like a doe. It's strikingly different from Adrien's rough appearance.

“Oh dear, it seems like there's only one chair left,” Mrs Castillo's voice is like a hydrating balm to the soul as she places a hand on her cheek.

You open your mouth to propose a solution — as the responsible person you are — but you're acutely cut off by prince charming himself.

“He can sit on my lap, no problem.” You can see the relieved expression Adrien's mother carries before she walks off into the passenger's side of the van, leaving you absolutely speechless.

“Since when did I agree to that?” You sigh, but it's ultimately the only solution you can think of on the spot.

Adrien slips into the back seat first, getting himself comfortable before patting his thighs. There's a sour expression on your face as you climb in, settling yourself on Adrien's lap. He slips on the seatbelt from behind you and slides his arms around your waist, holding you close.

“Don't worry, I'll be your seatbelt.”

“I wasn't worrying.”

The ride was anything but smooth. You were profoundly aware of every single movement Adrien made underneath you, the soft thumping of his heart rattled against his chest every time you leaned back to rest.

Not to mention his demon-like siblings turning around to ask you bizarre questions.

“Did Adrien kidnap you?” “Do you think you can do a cartwheel and then the splits because I can.” “How much money did he pay you to be here?”

You couldn't even answer one question before another was interjected. Even Adrien seemed annoyed by this constant noise.

“Stop bothering him,” His tone caught you off-guard; it was harsh and grounded like he truly meant it. It didn't seem like the kids understood the message until Adrien swatted at them to turn around.

He sighed, leaning back into the car seat, pulling you down with him.

“They can be a damn handful sometimes,” He exhaled, letting his forehead rest on your shoulder.

The soft gesture, the heat radiating off his face to your shoulder, and his forearms locked tightly around your waist made something in your heart ache ever so slightly. Your fingers hesitantly move to rest on Adrien's arm, patting it gently like you're consoling him.

A few more hours pass by and the kids have already fallen asleep, not a sign of liveliness from the three. Your own eyelids start to grow heavy until the van drives over a rather large speed bump. From the scratchy sound of tires crunching along gravel, you can pretty much assume that the road is going to be filled with dents and bumps.

A barely audible groan comes out from Adrien's throat and you freeze up. Did you hurt him? Your movements are cautious as you turn your torso to look back at him, trying not to move so much so you don't hurt him further.

“Shit, are you okay?” Your eyes narrow and your nose crinkles in concern, Adrien has his head lowered before he lifts it up to meet your gaze.

The hands planted firmly around your body tighten and he pulls you back up against him.

“Just— Stay still,” he grunts out, forehead returning back to your shoulder.

You shuffle just back to get comfortable just enough that you practically grind against the tent growing in Adrien's pants. It takes you a moment to realize what was happening. A small gasp escapes your lips as you grip the flesh on his arm, keeping your head dipped.

The van drives over another bump and you feel it now. Adrien's hand clasps around your shoulder blade and he muffles a strangled grunt again. Your body grows hotter by the second, heat pooling in your lower half.

Now you were both hard.

“Ah shit, prez, you're gonna kill me,” He lets out a dry chuckle, hips twitching from underneath you. You crave it just as bad as you're rocking your body against his in a steady pace. There were too many people in the van, it was way too dangerous to fix the little problem.

“Wait it out,” You whisper, patting his arm once more like trying to calm down a dog.

He doesn't respond, instead, he grumbles into your shoulder.

The van finally comes to a stop. The engine whirrs off and the kids are hustled out of the doors before you and Adrien climb out behind them. There's a satisfying crackle and pop of your joints as you stretch, letting the good ol' sunlight kiss your deprived skin.

Getting the bags out of the trunk wasn't much work since you packed only for 3 days so you rolled your suitcase into the lobby alongside Adrien's family. A small notification pops up on your screen, a check-in from your family which you happily reply to.

Since it was such a large gathering, the family had split into different rooms with you and Adrien sharing one.

The reception hands Adrien's mother the keycard to each room and she hands them out, passing one to Adrien.

You turn your attention to him to see the guy already racing his way towards you, grabbing your wrist and pulling you past his family. You can hear a brief exchange of words between him and his dad, picking up on the lousy excuse that you're 'tired.'

Through the lobby, past the pools, around the bar and to your shared room. Adrien smashes the key card against the reader and he slams the door open.

“Fucking finally,” he sighs, shutting the door behind himself and burying his hands into the back of your head. He's tangling his fingers in your hair, pulling it back before latching his mouth onto yours.

He's practically welding himself to you, devouring your lips in a heated kiss. He pulls back to look into your eyes before he goes in for a second serving. Adrien guides you towards the bedroom, lips never leaving yours as he gently pushes you back onto the bed.

“You know how hard it was to keep myself in line?” Adrien chuckled against your cheek, his hands beginning to descend your body, tracing all the way down to the waistband of your pants.

“That's your job baby, not mine.”

You have half the heart to complain when he's pulling off your pants, lifting your hips off the bed to help him slide your clothes off. He pulls both your legs up and over his shoulders before kneeling onto the ground beside the bed.

“Adrien,” you call out his name almost breathlessly, fingers finding purchase in his thick hair.

He responds with a small hum that causes his throat to vibrate ever so slightly. Adrien's hands are coiled around your thighs, palms laying flat on your lower stomach as he leans in to kiss your inner thigh.

His lips tickle your skin and you can't help but jerk your leg from the sensation—which you're prevented from doing so by his arms holding your legs hostage.

Warmth envelops your lower half as Adrien wraps his mouth around your cock. His breath is hot against your trembling skin and he forces the most obscene noises out his throat. Slick slurping sounds mixed with groans and sighs like he's been starved a hearty meal.

The hand on your stomach slides up, pushing your shirt further so he could feel the flat plane of your torso. Your squirms and thigh twitches are held down by his built arms—it honestly seems like he trains just for this.

“Could do this for days.” its hard to tell what he's saying since all his words and muffled and gurgled.

He pulls off for one second to fish out lubricant from the hotel drawers, applying a hefty amount to his fingers before returning back to you.

Sliding back down to his knees, he prods a finger to your winking hole, teasing and pushing past that ring of muscle and pulling it back out just to watch it shiver from the loss.

“Pervert,” You grumble under your breath.

“Who's the one who asked me out?”

You shoot Adrien an irked glare but the annoyance fades from your face the moment he wraps his mouth around your dick once more. Your eyes flutter as he finally pushes that finger in, sliding in a second to slowly scissor you loose.

He's more skilled than you with his tongue and you can't help but wonder what his past experiences were like; you dismiss that thought as quick as it came.

You look down at him from half-closed eyes, watching as he hollows his cheeks to take in more. You're practically whining and thrashing around in his grip. He's buried his face to the hilt, nose brushing against your pelvic bone. Its almost a ticklish sensation, feeling him breathe against your skin.

His fingers press and pressure your walls, pushing them apart to ready you for his cock. He's rhythmically pushing his fingers deeper, curling at the apex before pulling them back, repeating that process in a steady pace. You can feel them hit your prostate, sending jolts straight to your dick.

It's too much for you to handle; your hips are rising to meet the bob of his head, back arching off the satin white sheets.

“Wait— Adrien pull off I don't want you to—” Your words are all diced up, spoken in short gasps as you try to pry his head off from your aching cock.

You succeed—for a bit—before he's dipping all the way down again, holding your hips steady as he forces you down his throat. He's fucking loving it too, moaning with your dick in his mouth as his fingers speed up, pistioning two fingers into your hole.

Your hips raise even more and he encourages it.

His name comes spilling out of your mouth like a mantra as your muscles spasm from the intensity of your orgasm. Adrien keeps sucking like he's trying to wring every last drop from you. You feel his tongue swirl over your slit, lapping up your sweet fluids.

He slides himself off of you, letting you rest on the bed for a bit as he tilts his head back. His Adam's apple bobs while he swallows, and he lowers his head back down to smile at you.

“Don't tell me you're tired already, I haven't even taken off my pants yet,” he tsks at you, shaking his head disapprovingly while he joins you on the bed. You're still dazed from how hard you just came but a warm hand pulls you back down to earth.

Adrien's hand grazes over your cheek delicately as he hovers over you, caging you in with two arms on either side of your head.

“Just relax prez, I'll do all the work, 'kay?” He takes your little grunt as an 'okay,' rolling you onto your stomach and guiding your head to rest on the pillow. It smells so distinctly of freshly cleaned hotel sheets with a hint of citrus and bleach that you take a moment to close your eyes and enjoy the scent.

You can feel the mattress dip on either sides of your hips as he plants his knees there. He leans his head down to peek at your blissed-out face, pressing a light kiss to your cheek. You can feel his hands run down the curve of your spine, running over your lower back before he settles them on your waist.

“Are you relaxed?” He hums, leisurely rolling his hips against you. His tone is so sultry it causes your muscles to visibly relax under the siren call of his voice.

A hand moves down to where your leg meets the curve of your ass, parting the round flesh for him to comfortably slide in. He had stretched you out enough that it slipped in with ease, hugged by your warm velvet walls.

He sucks in air between his teeth while he steadily rocks his body back and forth, tuning into the wet squelching sound with each thrust.

“Feel it yet?” He chuckles, poking fun at the fact that you've been too dazed to respond to him. You nod against the pillow, your hair spilling over the silk case like spilt water. A small, shaky exhale leaves your nose as he begins to hasten his thrusts. It's almost bruising as he slams himself against your tailbone—you know you'll be whining about the soreness tomorrow morning.

Your voice gradually gets louder as he pounds you into the bed, fingers curled up in the sheets as he slams his pelvis against your ass. You can feel him throb from inside you, twitching and ready.

A particularly deep thrust has you crying out into the pillow but you can't squirm, not when Adrien is pinning you down with his body weight. He's pushing against your prostate over and over again and you can feel that familiar feeling of an orgasm creeping up on you.

“Fuck, Adrien,” You hiccup, muffled by the fluff of the pillow, eyes flickering like you're struggling to keep them open.

“Yeah baby?” You can hear the smirk in his tone as he keeps at the rough pace. He's hitting all the right spots and your dick appreciates. You feel a hand dip under your neck, cupping the curve of your throat as Adrien lifts your head up to face him.

He moves in to kiss you, soft and gentle as he wraps his arms around your whole body, holding you in a tight grip while continuously slamming himself deeper into you. Your loud cries and moans are enveloped by Adrien's mouth, swallowed up.

“You gonna cum? Feels so good you just can't hold it in?” He cooes, chuckling against your swollen lips as he feels you tremble underneath him. You swear stars enter your vision and your eyes roll back, muscles jerking and tensing as you let out a string of whimpers while your orgasm comes crashing onto you.

Adrien buries himself to the hilt before emptying out all he's worth, coating your insides with his dna. He groans as he pulls out halfway just to watch his semen flood out of your hole, still tightly clenched around his cock.

He sits up, raking his fingers through his tousled hair and sighs with satisfaction like drinking an ice cold soda in a hot summer day.

“You tired prez?” He asks, smiling down at you. His eyes narrow and concern settles in when you don't move or answer him.

“Baby?” He quickly leans back down to look at your face only to see your peaceful expression, eyes closed and mouth slightly agape. He lets out a relieved chuckle before pulling out, sliding off the bed to grab a towel.

He figured he'd get you some fruit to replenish your energy, pulling on some of his clothes after cleaning you up and getting you comfortable in the bed. He makes his way to the buffet, piling all favorite fruits and sweets onto his plate before he spots his family.

“Where's your boyfriend?” Adrien's mother asks, also holding a plate of food. Seemed like the two of you missed lunch.

“He's uh—” Adrien tenses knowing that he can't just openly admit to his mother that he fucked the daylights out of you.

“Taking a nap.”

[frosttbitten]

warnings: amab ellie, unprotected sex, needy/whiny ellie, breeding kink, overstimulation, porn no plot lol but established relationship. not proof readddd

ellie's hands were tight around your hips that it hurt, the pain was dizzying. you could feel her cum leaking out of your poor, abused pussy, but you could also feel her cock pumping in and out of you after god knows how many rounds.

"baby," ellie's breath hit the shell of your ear, her voice a low whimper. you didn't know how long she'd been going, or how many times she'd cum, you could barely form a single thought at all, "need– fuck, babe, i need to knock you up."

her hips picked up in speed and the sound you let out was almost a scream, so overstimulated it almost hurt. ellie's pitiful cock was aching from how many times she'd cum, she was exhausted, but she didn't dare stop. she wanted to breed you, she needed it.

needed to see your tummy swell with her babies, needed to watch her cum spill out of your pussy just so she could stuff it back inside with her fingers. the little squeaks that kept leaving your mouth were so adorable, she couldn't help but grab one of your legs to place it up on her shoulder.

the new angle made your mouth fall open in a silent moan, your shaky hands came up to rest on her hips, nails biting into her skin, "e–ellie," you cried out when the tip of her cock hit your cervix. one of your hands held the back of her neck, keeping her head pressed against your shoulder.

"gonna look so– so fuckin' pretty, sweetheart," she panted in your ear, her fingers curling into the sheets beside your head as her cock throbbed inside you. your walls clamped down around her with the force of your rapidly approaching orgasm, making her choke on a groan.

a whimper tumbled from your mouth when two of her fingers came down to rub your clit in sloppy circles, involuntarily bucking your hips up to suck her cock in deeper. her other hand lifted the back of your knee so your other leg was on her shoulder too, her cock impossibly deep inside you, "oh, fuck!" your nails dug into the nape of her neck as she repeatedly rammed her thick length inside you over, and over again, clamping down hard around her when your juices gushed all over her cock.

ellie fucked you through your orgasm, reluctantly pulling her fingers away from your clit. she picked up her speed a tiny bit, using you like you weren't her girlfriend anymore, like you were just a hole for her to fill. ellie buried herself inside you to the hilt, spilling her sticky load inside you for what felt like the hundredth time tonight.

ellie's voice, her cock, her cum, it all made your head spin. you weren't even sure if you could handle another orgasm, or if you could handle more of her cum. your pussy couldn't hold any more of it, it was evident in the way it leaked from your hole and onto the sheets underneath you.

your girlfriend noticed, as she always did, and it made her pout.

under any other circumstances, you would've cooed at her and called her adorable, but you knew that look, she wasn't done. god, you didn't know if you could take any more.

your theory was proven right when she pulled out of your weeping pussy, hearing her whine when her cum spilled out onto the sheets. she wanted to breed you, but how was she supposed to do that when her precious cum wasn't where it needed to be?

ellie's fingers came up between your legs, making your thighs shake when she scooped some of her cum out from your cunt, then bringing her hand up to your open mouth and stuffing her fingers in your mouth. you were surprised at first, but then you sucked on the digits eagerly, swallowing every bit of her cum on them.

and while you were distracted, ellie was already inserting her cock back inside you, rolling her hips into you lazily. her middle and ring fingers pressed down on your tongue when you tried to protest, leaning over you to kiss your nose, "just let me have this? i gotta get you pregnant, babe, i need it."

you listened with a whimper, of course you did. you might've been tired, but you wanted this as bad as she did.

so with a bob of your head, you spread your legs wider for her, a tear of overstimulation slipping down your face.

ellie smiled at the sight, lowering her mouth down by your ear, "that's my sweet girl."

i need ellie to get me pregnant so bad its actually concerning now

also thanks for 300 followers :3

[cowgirlvi]

mdni. sub-top vi with a dick. power-bottom fem-reader. dry humping. dacryphilia. short drabble.

vi masterlist

girlcock!vi who gets so needy and sensitive over every little thing. even the slightest touch against her skin sets her off, leaves her trembling beneath you, helpless and whining like a dumb mutt.

right now, you’re straddling her lap, kissing her slow and deep, until her lips are swollen and bruised. already, her hands are shaking where they cling to your waist. she’s whimpering, her hips rolling up against you without meaning to, desperate, restless—as if she’s never been touched before, mewling like a virgin.

her cheeks are flushed as pink as a tea rose and you can feel the hard, throbbing heat of her cock pressing against her pants, straining for relief. the fabric is damp, soaked through with a growing patch of precum that almost looks like she pissed herself. and it’s hilarious, so of course, you laugh against her lips—how can you not? she’s just so easy.

she’s obediently letting you fuck your tongue into her mouth, humping your clothed clit over her bulge. she’s acting too comfortable, too eager, as if she actually expects you to let her fuck your pussy tonight—but that’s not on the agenda. she won’t know the heavenly feeling of being inside your gummy walls. no, you’re having too much fun grinding against her sensitive cock instead, making her suffer.

“what a pathetic baby,” you coo, and vi can only whine like a sad puppy, pressing closer, needing more.

she gropes your ass, forcing your pelvis against the rigid line of her cock with clumsy desperation. she’s like a bitch in heat, all instinct and hunger; no thoughts for anything but the relief she needs so badly.

“please, please, please,” she chants, a desperate mantra spilling from her swollen lips.

you settle all your weight on her lap, effectively pinning her to your bed so she can only take the crumbs you’re giving her. you grind your hips in slow, deliberate circles, putting just the right amount of pressure against her slutty cock to make her cry, to make more arousal dribble from the swollen head. it’s completely obscene how wet her dick always is, the way it leaks and squirts precum like a broken faucet.

vi writhes beneath you, skin buzzing with white-hot pleasure, and she hisses and whimpers like a needy whore. tears of frustration—agony and bliss—cling at the corners of her eyes, but you don’t care. this is what she gets for being so pathetic, for having such a sensitive cock. 

she’s clenching her teeth, moaning from deep in her throat, drool dribbling down her chin, and she looks like a dog slobbering over a piece of meat. she paws at the globes of your ass, dragging your warm core against her own—which is a poor attempt at finding relief for her dick, because all it does is make her cry even more.

”unghh, babe—can i put it in? i need it, ‘gonna die without it—hnggf!”

(and it’s tempting, it really is, because normally when she’s buried inside you, she comes in messy, shuddering waves, and it feels so good—so warm inside your pussy. buckets and buckets full of her come will pulse from her cock, filling you to the brim with her cream until it dribbles out of your hole. desperately, she’ll use her fingers to try and push it back inside you, whining about how you’re wasting her seed).

but not tonight.

instead, you shake your head, a perverse smile teasing at your lips when vi groans in agony. “i know, baby, i’m sorry. your cock must be hurting you so much, huh?”

”uh-huh, yes, yes—! hurts, it hurts,” vi agrees, choking on gasps and moans, and she can hardly speak.

her tongue feels swollen—almost too big for her mouth—lolling out lazily, making a drooling mess all over her skin as endless amounts of saliva drip down the pink muscle. her bubbly spit slides down to her chin, then trails over the curve of her throat, until it collects in the delicate dips of her collarbones. she looks like a whore that just got their mouth fucked.

vi’s face is a picture of agonized ecstasy, her features contorted in a rictus of pleasure so intense it borders on pain. tears stream down her cheeks now, leaving glistening trails on her flushed skin. her eyes are glazed and unfocused, staring up at you with a mix of desperation and adoration that's almost comical in its intensity. almost.

she grinds her pelvis up against yours, as if she can somehow manage to escape the confines of her pants and pop the head of her dick inside your warm hole. however, god isn’t on her side, so she lifts your body up like a rag doll with a pathetic sense of urgency, before slamming you back down over her clothed cock, tossing her head back with a pitched whine.

her hands tremble violently at your waist, fingers digging into your flesh with a desperate, almost painful grip. she clings to you as if you're a lifeline—fraying at the edges, unraveling beneath you.

”you’re just aching for something tight and wet to squeeze around your cock, right?” vi nods, nods, nods like a bobble head—mindless and eager—dark pupils swallowing up her powder-blue irises.

“too bad this is all you’re getting tonight, baby,” you coo, sympathetic and condescending.

vi blubbers and then cries some more.

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(2/23/25)

[boykisser4]

My Sweet Baby

pairing: young naive Kageyama tobio x male reader, nsfw so minors begone

warnings: AGE GAP (18 - 23) male reader, smut, possessive, corruption, pervy m/n, violent thoughts/intrusive, exhibitionist, oral, overstimulation, praise

summary: m/n found Kageyama to be as cute as ever. but Kageyama aren’t exactly the smartest in the room according to him. luckily, m/n more than happy to help his sweet baby succeed, and he will not let Kageyama forget him.

The library was an eerie sanctuary in the heart of the academy, a bastion of silence where whispers of knowledge danced between the dusty bookshelves. There, in the quietude, sat a young man with a furrowed brow, wrestling with the complexities of a book that seemed to hold the secrets of the universe. His name was Kageyama Tobio, a boy whose youthful innocence was as stark as the white pages he studied with feverish intensity.

Entering the library, the m/n couldn't help but notice the desperate look etched on Kageyama's face. With a knowing smile, he approached Kageyama, whose eyes flickered up with hope at the interruption. "Having trouble, Kageyama?" he asked, his voice a gentle caress that seemed to echo in the hallowed space.

Kageyama nodded, his cheeks flushing slightly. "It's this assignment," he whispered, his eyes pleading for salvation. "I just don't get it." The m/n's smile grew, a hint of mischief playing at the corners of his lips. He leaned in closer, the scent of his cologne wrapping around Kageyama like a warm embrace. "Maybe you just need the right kind of... guidance," he murmured, his fingers brushing against the nape of Kageyama's neck. The younger boy shivered, his pupils dilating at the touch.

"What do you mean?" Kageyama stuttered, his curiosity piqued. The m/n leaned even closer, his breath hot against Kageyama's ear. "I mean, I could help you. But it's going to cost you something," he whispered, his voice a seductive promise. Kageyama swallowed hard, his heart racing in his chest. He knew what the m/n was implying, but the thought of failing his assignment was too much to bear.

With a shaky nod, Kageyama agreed, his eyes never leaving the m/n's intense gaze. The m/n's smile grew into a grin, his teeth flashing white. He slid his hand down Kageyama's back, resting it possessively on his hip. "Come with me," he said, standing up and offering a hand. Kageyama took it, his palm sweaty, and allowed himself to be led to a secluded corner of the library, where a single desk stood, shrouded by tall bookshelves.

Once there, the m/n pushed Kageyama's chair closer, his thighs brushing against the other boy's. He leaned over, his breath warm against Kageyama's cheek as he pointed at the text. "Let's see what you're dealing with," he said, his tone low and intimate. As Kageyama tried to focus on the words in front of him, he could feel the m/n's eyes scanning his body, lingering on his neck and the soft swell of his chest beneath his shirt. The heat from the older man's body washed over him, making it hard to concentrate.

The m/n's hand began to trace lazy circles on Kageyama's thigh, his fingers inching closer and closer to the growing bulge in his pants. Kageyama's breath hitched, his eyes darting around the library, fearful that someone would see. But the m/n's grip was firm, his gaze unyielding. "Don't worry," he whispered, his voice a dark promise. "I'll make sure you understand everything."

Kageyama felt his resolve waver, his body responding to the m/n's touch despite his mind screaming for him to stop. The m/n noticed his distraction and leaned in, his teeth grazing Kageyama's earlobe. "You're so cute when you're desperate," he murmured, his breath sending shivers down Kageyama's spine. His hand slid up, cupping Kageyama's growing erection through his pants. "But let's get to work, shall we?"

The lesson began with the m/n explaining the assignment, his voice a soft purr that seemed to coax understanding from the very pages of the book. But his touch remained constant, his hand moving in slow, maddening strokes that had Kageyama squirming in his seat. He tried to focus on the words, but his mind kept drifting to the sensation of the m/n's hand on him, the promise of more just out of reach.

The tension grew with each passing moment, the m/n's grip tightening, his strokes becoming more insistent. Kageyama's cheeks burned, his body betraying him as he grew harder under the older man's touch. His eyes darted to the m/n's, searching for any sign of mercy, but all he found was a glint of possessiveness, a hint of the predator claiming his prey.

The m/n leaned in closer, his nose brushing against Kageyama's neck as he whispered, "You're doing so well, baby. But I think you need a little... incentive." With that, he leaned down and placed a soft, wet kiss just below Kageyama's ear, sending a jolt of pleasure through his body. Kageyama's eyes rolled back, his mouth falling open in a silent gasp.

The m/n took the opportunity to slip his hand into Kageyama's pants, his warm fingers wrapping around the younger boy's erection. Kageyama's hips jerked, his eyes snapping back to the m/n's, wide with shock and arousal. "Is this what you want?" the m/n asked, his voice a low growl. "To be mine, to have me help you like this?"

Kageyama's voice was a strangled whisper. "Yes," he managed to croak out, his entire body trembling with need. The m/n smirked, his grip tightening, his strokes becoming faster. "Good boy," he murmured, his other hand coming up to pinch Kageyama's nipple through his shirt. "Keep going, you're almost there."

Kageyama's eyes squeezed shut, his teeth biting into his bottom lip to stifle his moans. The library's silence was a stark contrast to the storm raging within him, the m/n's touch setting him alight. He could feel himself getting closer, his orgasm building like a crescendo in his core.

And just as he was about to reach the peak, the m/n stopped, his hand withdrawing from Kageyama's pants. "Not yet," he said, his voice a command. "You still have work to do." Kageyama whimpered, his body protesting the sudden absence of the m/n's touch. But the m/n was unrelenting, his hand returning to the text. "Focus, baby. You can do it."

The next few minutes were a blur of words and sensations, the m/n's hand guiding Kageyama through the assignment while his other hand teased and tormented him. Each time Kageyama thought he couldn't take it anymore, the m/n would slow down, whispering sweet nothings that kept him on the edge. It was a delicate dance of power and submission, the m/n expertly playing Kageyama's body like an instrument.

Finally, with the assignment completed and Kageyama's mind hazy with lust, the m/n leaned back, his eyes gleaming with victory. "Good job," he said, his voice a purr. "Now, let's discuss your payment." Kageyama looked up at him, his eyes glazed with need. "What do you want?" he asked, his voice barely above a whisper.

The m/n's smile grew wolfish. "I want you," he said simply, his hand moving back to Kageyama's thigh. "And I want everyone to know it." Kageyama's heart skipped a beat, his eyes widening in shock. "What do you mean?" he stammered.

The m/n leaned in, his mouth hovering over Kageyama's. "I want you to be mine, in every way. And I want to show you off." His hand moved to Kageyama's chin, tilting it up. "You'll be my little exhibitionist, baby. You'll do anything for me, won't you?"

Kageyama's breath hitched, his body responding to the m/n's dominance despite his racing thoughts. He nodded, his heart pounding in his chest. "Yes," he breathed, his voice shaking.

The m/n's smile grew, his hand sliding back into Kageyama's pants. "That's what I thought," he murmured, his thumb brushing against the sensitive head of Kageyama's cock. "Now, let's seal the deal."

With a firm grip, the m/n began to stroke Kageyama again, his movements swift and sure. Kageyama's hips bucked, his body begging for release. The m/n leaned in, capturing his mouth in a brutal kiss, claiming him as his own. Kageyama moaned into the kiss, his hands gripping the edge of the desk as the m/n's other hand slipped beneath his shirt, pinching and tweaking his nipples.

The m/n broke the kiss, his teeth grazing Kageyama's bottom lip. "You're going to come for me," he said, his voice a demand. "And when you do, you're going to scream my name so everyone in this library knows who you belong to."

Kageyama's eyes went wide with a mix of fear and excitement. The m/n's hand moved faster, his thumb pressing down in a rhythmic pattern that had Kageyama's toes curling in his shoes. The older man's eyes never left his, a dark promise in their depths that made Kageyama's stomach flip. He tried to hold back the moan building in his chest, but it was a losing battle.

The m/n's other hand slid down to Kageyama's waist, his fingers digging into the soft flesh, leaving little bruises that made Kageyama's skin tingle. The pressure built, his muscles tightening, his breaths coming in short, desperate gasps. "Yeah," the m/n encouraged, his voice low and gravelly. "Let it go, baby. Show me how much you want this."

With a strangled cry, Kageyama came, his body arching off the chair. The m/n's hand never stopped moving, drawing out every last drop of pleasure, until Kageyama was boneless, panting heavily. The silence in the library was deafening, the only sound the rustle of pages and the occasional cough to cover the noise. Kageyama's cheeks burned, his eyes downcast, but the m/n didn't let him hide. He leaned in, his voice a gentle command. "Look at me."

Reluctantly, Kageyama lifted his gaze, his eyes meeting the m/n's. The older man's eyes were dark with desire, his own arousal evident in the bulge in his pants. He leaned in, capturing Kageyama's mouth in another kiss, one that was far from gentle. It was a claiming, a branding of ownership that had Kageyama's heart racing even faster.

When they broke apart, the m/n's hand was still on Kageyama's hip, his thumb tracing circles through the sticky mess on his stomach. "Good boy," he murmured, his voice a low rumble of satisfaction. "Now, let's get you cleaned up before we move on to the next lesson."

Kageyama's eyes widened, realizing that this wasn't the end of their rendezvous. The m/n stood up, pulling Kageyama to his feet and leading him to the bathroom. He pushed him into a stall, locking the door behind them with a decisive click. "Take off your pants," he ordered, his tone leaving no room for argument.

Kageyama complied, his trembling hands fumbling with his belt. The m/n stepped closer, his own pants now open, his cock standing at attention. He watched Kageyama with a predatory gaze, his eyes hungry. Once Kageyama's pants were around his ankles, the m/n stepped in, his hand wrapping around his throbbing length. "You're so obedient," he murmured, his voice thick with lust. "It's going to be so much fun breaking you in."

Kageyama's face was a mask of shock and arousal as the m/n bent him over the sink, his firm grip on his hip keeping him in place. The cold porcelain sent a shiver down Kageyama's spine, a stark contrast to the heat of the m/n's body pressing against him. He could feel the older man's cock against his ass, the tip teasing his entrance. "Please," he whimpered, his voice barely audible.

The m/n chuckled, the sound echoing off the tiles. "Please what?" he taunted, his breath hot against Kageyama's neck. "Please what, baby?"

"Please, just do it," Kageyama begged, his voice shaking. The m/n's grip tightened, his other hand coming down to slap Kageyama's ass with a resounding crack. The pain mixed with pleasure, making Kageyama's cock twitch. "You'll have to do better than that," the m/n said, his voice a dark challenge.

With a growl, the m/n pushed into him, the head of his cock stretching Kageyama open. Kageyama's cry was muffled by the m/n's hand over his mouth, his eyes watering with the sudden intrusion. The m/n didn't stop, pushing deeper, filling Kageyama completely. Kageyama's body tensed, his mind reeling from the sensation. It was too much, too overwhelming, but he couldn't deny the way his body was responding.

The m/n began to move, his thrusts deep and powerful. Kageyama's moans grew louder, his body moving in time with the m/n's rhythm. He could feel the m/n's hand on his stomach, the pressure building, the promise of a bruise that would be a constant reminder of this moment. Each slap of flesh against flesh was a declaration of ownership, a promise of more to come.

The m/n's hand moved from Kageyama's mouth to his cock, stroking him in time with his thrusts. Kageyama's eyes rolled back, his moans becoming more desperate. "That's it," the m/n murmured, his voice low and approving. "You're going to come for me again, aren't you?"

Kageyama nodded, unable to form words. The m/n's grip tightened, his strokes growing more insistent. Kageyama felt himself building to the edge, the pressure in his stomach unbearable. He could feel the m/n's cock pulsing inside him, the older man's breaths growing ragged. "Come for me," the m/n grunted, his voice thick with need. "Come on, baby."

And with that, Kageyama's body obeyed, his orgasm ripping through him like a bolt of lightning. The m/n's hand on his stomach tightened, the pain mixing with the pleasure until Kageyama was seeing stars. The m/n groaned, his hips stuttering as he emptied himself into Kageyama, his cum filling the younger boy's ass.

"Now you're mine," he said, his voice a soft whisper. "And don't you ever forget it." Kageyama nodded, his legs shaking Kageyama trembling

[whokilledsamara]

hii!! I saw you write for homicipher so i was wondering if you could write some dark/yandere sfw & nsfw headcanons for mr scarletella 🥹 thank you so much & take ur time!!

MR. SCARLETELLA HC {N/SFW}

a Mr. Scarletella {homicipher} x reader n/sfw hc list.

{thank you for your support and nice words! :3}

warnings! : stalking, non-con, dub-con, hardcore, marking, slight gore, rough sex, violence, rough fingering, biting, cunnilingus, blowjobs, smut, murder mention, somno

{an : i didnt quite get what you meant when you said "dark" so hopefully this is what you meant. this is really hardcore. to the soft hearted people and people who cant handle ACTUAL freaky stuff, i wouldnt recommend reading this. there is a small section underneath the regular nsfw hc with a cw on it, so if you cant handle certain topics, there is still an nsfw section without it. he is my favorite character from homicipher ommggg hes so hot. id give him my name HAPPILY.}

SFW HC

sfw relationship/meeting him hcs

when you first meet him alone, he is very unexpected. his presence and constant facial expression is unnerving to say the least, but as long as you can manage that you will be fine.

if you end up "accepting" him, the relationship would be very weird.

he would be a wonderful partner despite the obvious other reasons, but dont think he wont be watching you constantly.

he will bring you daily gifts, consisting of anything he can find that he thinks you will like.

as for touch, he will let you touch him. usually he wouldnt let anyone even accidentally touch him, as he would teleport away, but one you are in a relationship with him, most boundaries he had before are gone.

he is rather fond of holding you. whether that be in his coat {for some reason} or just in general.

in Japanese culture {from my research, i am NOT Japanese!!} holding an umbrella with someone is a sign of love and acceptance. therefore he always likes you to hold it with him.

he isnt one of those "down-lo" kind of people. he makes it known everywhere that you are his.

he will do whatever it takes to please you. you are literally his princess/prince. even if that includes killing someone {he does it anyways}

if he catches anyone staring at you, or even remotely close to you, he will either teleport you away {if you are friends with the person} or kill them on the spot.

no matter how much he seems to be emotionless, anything involving you in pain or discomfort, it will flip a switch in him.

he has to be near you always. whether you know it or not, he will be there.

he hasnt quite grasped the concept of kissing or "romantic" things, but whatever you do he goes along with it. he rather enjoys hand holding or pressing his face into your neck.

he is the delulu type {this whole fandom knows it} and anything you do he will take as flirting. dont deny it though, hes too obsessed to care

he has a big thing for the height difference. he is a little over 8 feet tall, and feels a need to protect you at any cost.

any cost.

NSFW HC

what its like to have sex with him.

starting off, this man is a BEAST during sex.

he is a quick learner, and whether he is using his hands, mouth, or any part of his body, he will find those spots that makes you squirm.

one of his favorite things is you riding his thigh in public. say he was talking with Mr. Silvair, and happened to be sitting down. he would want you on his thigh "discreetly" getting off. bonus points if you cum.

he wouldnt be opposed to a threesome, but he has to trust the other person. a rare occasion.

anything you want to do, he will immediately comply. need him to go down on you? hes on his knees. even in public. need his fingers inside of you? absolutely. need his dick? against the wall you go.

he has a big dick, and luckily he knows it. he wont force everything inside at first, but eventually he will. you can take it. he thinks

he loves your body, and he makes sure you know it. even in his strange language, you can understand the things he is saying because he is touching you while he is doing it.

he makes little to no noise during sex, but not because he isnt enjoying it. he LOVES sex with you, but he prefers to listen to your noises. he would have it on repeat if he could.

you could look like anything and he would still find you to be the most attractive person on earth {or his earth, whatever}

for afab, he isnt one of those guys who has a hard time finding your clit. in fact, he doesnt even have to look. immediately his fingers will be circling that little nub that he loves so much.

he is a very dominating person, but it probably wouldnt be hard for him to let you dominate him. i say let because in no situation do you actually have control.

his fingering sessions are borderline violent, the pads of his fingers hitting that perfect spot with every curl.

cw! its about to get very dark and possibly triggering! viewer discretion is advised!

if you are one of those people who get off on your man killing for you, then he is the man. he will torture people in front of you as you touch yourself.

his sex isnt even borderline violent, it IS violent. if hes angry especially, he doesnt care if he hurts you.

afab, he will bruise your cervix and make you bleed. his tip hits so hard with his brutal thrusts that you will.

on certain occasions, {tw!!!} he will force himself on you. while it is rare, r...pe can happen, so be careful and dont piss him off.

he doesnt need sleep, so if hes horny enough then he will fuck you while you're sleeping. if you explicitly ask him not to, then he will just jerk himself off over your sleeping form.

dont expect to walk away from a rough fucking WITHOUT marks all over you. he makes it a mission to bite, claw, tear, any part he can. he wants you covered in blood, it gets him off faster.

will probably brand you with something

if you have a trauma kink he WILL use it to his advantage.

thats all bye bye!!! :3

{ made by @whokilledsamara }

[prttykittes]

Hihi! First time requesting so sorry if it's a bit unclear, can you do bsd characters (please include Akutagawa if you can) giving amab reader a bj? Have a nice day <3

— Of course I can! I picked some characters and akutagawa! (⁠ ⁠◜⁠‿⁠◝⁠ ⁠)⁠♡ I hope you have a nice day as well!

๑ Akutagawa, Atsushi, Ranpo x AMAB!Reader [you/your]

— Synopsis:: You had decided to make your lover go on his knees, you made him face at your crotch. You pull it out and make him suck it

CW. blowjobs, Dom reader, hair pulling, pet name(baby), praise kink(akutagawa, Atsushi,ranpo) , brat taming(ranpo), degradation(ranpo)

A/N :: Reader has a pp, blowjobs is what bj means! Meow, I hoped you enjoy this anon! — written by a minor

[MASTERLIST] — my works there!

AKUTAGAWA — (⁠♡⁠ω⁠♡⁠ ⁠)⁠ ⁠~⁠♪

He was on his knees, his head tilt up as he glared at you for your next actions. "What do you want now?" His eyes never leaving your form. You pat his head and he closes his eyes briefly. He lets out a sigh, Akutagawa glares at you slightly. "You know!" He tilts his head and Akutagawa looks at your crotch. His face turns slightly red so does his ear, he swallows and you rub your lower clothing and slowly take it off. You stop and Pat your thigh, he nods his head as he takes the rest off. Your dick sticks up, it hits his face and some pre-cum rubs over his face. He coughs slightly, he licks the tip and you moan. You twirl his black hair, his hands wrap around your dick and he starts to suck on the tip. You moan and gently put his head down your dick and he moans, he grips your thigh and some tears brim at his eyes. You pull his hair gently and he gags. You smile and continue pushing his head down more, he moans you throw your head back at the vibrations. "Fuck— your so good.." you say and he moans, he moans at your praise for being able to take him. You go faster as you chase after your orgasm, his hips start to move as he starts to jump at your shoe. "Fuck—" you say as you cum, you pull out your cock and your cum splatters on his face. White cum over his face, he moans and licks up the rest. You can see a wet spot on his pants.

ATSUSHI — (⁠｡⁠･⁠ω⁠･⁠｡⁠)⁠ﾉ⁠♡

He looks at you and looks back down, he gulps. "Hmm.. do you want me to it now?" He asks and he has a awkward smile on his face, you nod your head and smile at him. "Yeah, go ahead!" You say, he smiles and pulls down your clothing. He rubs your dick and he tries to put it in his mouth but he hesitates. "Take your time, baby!" You say and ruffle his hair, he blushes and he puts the tip in his mouth. He moans at first a she can taste your pre-cum. You let out a sigh and gently grip his hair, he gags as he goes lower. "Let me do it" you say and he looks up at you, he gives you a thumbs up. You grab his white hair and put his mouth on your dick, you put his head deeper on his cock. "Good boy, just keep sucking" you say, he moans and he goes lower. You groan and you move his head faster, he gags at first but began to moan. You grip his hair as you cum in his mouth, you pull out and you see him with a mouthful of your cum. He swallows and he opens his mouth, he shows you it's all gone.

RANPO — (⁠•⁠ө⁠•⁠)⁠♡

He take out the lollipop, he gives you a playful smile and he kisses you. You can taste the favour of the lollipop, he pulls away. "Hehe!" He giggles and sits down infront of you, you roll your eyes. He looks at your crotch and teases you by rubbing your crotch, he goes near it and breathes on it. You groan as you can feel his breath, he pulls away and laughs at your reaction by his actions. You pull him by his hair, his eyes widen before he closes them once again. "Awh—" that's all he says before you put his mouth onto your dick, you smile as he gags. You can finally shut him up, he moans. He takes so much but he is actually a cock whore. He moans and his head slightly tilts up at you and you can feel his teeth glazing at your dick. You glare at him and he tries to smile but he can't because his mouth is full of your cock. "Ugh" you say and you grab is hair and shove him deeper. His eyes open and widens, he gags than starts to moan. He began to shamelessly humping at your shoe, you can see a wet spot forming on his pants. You groan and he moans, his jaw starts to hurts. You put his head as his nose touches your adomen, you grip at his hair as you arch your back. You cum as you can hear him gag, he lifts back up his head and his cheeks are filled with your seed. He tries to swallow your cum and some drips out of his mouth, somes like you need to teach him to swallow it all.

[sleepingdeath-light]

a better use ; 18+

kinktober day nine

pairing ; mammon x non binary amab!reader insert

fandom ; helluva boss

masterlists ; fandom | kinktober | ao3

content ; dominant!reader, submissive!mammon, brat!mammon, brat tamer!reader, oral sex, deepthroating, slight breath play, semi-public sex acts

minors and ageless blogs do not interact

Mammon, the arachnid prince of greed, is a brat.

A brat with a remarkably foul mouth and an even fouler temper that only seems to be remedied when his mouth is stuffed with your cock. Of course you aren’t always around to shut him up and calm him down — you have a life of your own and being your boyfriend’s full time babysitter just isn’t feasable for you… or most people, honestly — but, thankfully for everyone around him, today you managed to free up your schedule enough to attend his little competition which meant you got a front row seat to both the incredible performances on the main stage and to the explosive temper tantrum your boyfriend had about halfway through the third group’s act.

Which then led to you promptly dragging him away to somewhere a bit more private to properly punish him for his outburst. Granted the area you’d settled on was by no means private — shit, the only thing separating you from the main seating area is a decently thick bit of fabric that is muffling fucking nothing from your side or theirs — but at the very least there weren’t any prying eyes to watch as you put your bratty boyfriend in his place… for the second time today.

Christ he really doesn’t learn his lessons does he?

Mammon’s unending stubbornness and immense ego aside, you have to admit that there’s something particularly attractive about seeing him on his knees for you like this: lips sucked in to cover his sharp teeth as you fuck his mouth, drool trickling out of the corners of his mouth, jaw hanging slack, hands weakly gripping at your wrists in a weak show of defiance even as you can see how much he’s enjoying himself from the imprint of his cock as it strains against his pants. He looks so delightfully pathetic that you can’t help but laugh over a moan even as you continue to mercilessly, messily, fuck his face.

Usually you’d be much more vocal, degrading and scolding him until your voice was so hoarse that you could barely even hear yourself talk, but you reluctantly bite your tongue for the time being in favour of not drawing attention to yourself and risking someone interrupting you. The scolding can wait until you get home, for now you’ll just focus on showing him your disapproval instead of verbalising it.

Then again between the low sounds you’re trying desperately to bite back, the faltering of your neutral facade, and the telltale throbbing of your cock against his tongue, it’s unlikely he even feels like he’s getting disciplined at all. And when you look down you can see a mocking glint in his eye that both steels your resolve and, more annoyingly, sends another shockwave of heat straight to your leaking dick — so, to get back at him for his bratty attitude, you tighten your grip on his hat and shove his face so far forward that his nose is buried in your pubic hair and you can hear him choking and sputtering around your length as the leaking tip hits the very back of his throat.

You leave him there for a few seconds, just long enough to hear and feel him struggle to adjust to the new position, before loosening your grip and pulling him far enough back along your cock that that he can breathe properly again.

He looks far less cocky now and you almost want to pat yourself on the back for a job well done: his costume is all askew, his white eyes are watery and unfocused, two sets his hands now rest limply on his lap while the other two paw helplessly at your waist, and you can see a damp spot on his pants where he’s clearly enjoyed his punishment far more than you intended (maybe you ought to choke him more often). It’s messy, its debauched, its so delightfully sinful you wish you could take a picture of it and keep it with you forever.

But before you even get the chance to reach for your phone Mammon pulls a devious little trick with that devilishly dextrous tongue of his and sends you sharply careening over the edge of climax — the feeling so toe-curlingly, eye-wateringly intense that you’re barely able to stop yourself from crying out in ecstasy and alerting the crowd of exactly where their dear prince went with his lover... which seemed to be exactly what he wanted to happen.

Brat.

[nanaslutt]

asking them if they’d put it in soft and let it get hard inside

ʚ incl: gojo, geto, nanami, toji, choso, sukuna, higuruma, shiu, ino, shoko, uraume

ʚ cont: suggestiveness, crack, fluff

MINORS AND AGELESS BLOGS DNI

°❀⋆.ೃ࿔*:･°❀⋆.ೃ࿔*:･°❀⋆.ೃ࿔*:･°❀⋆.ೃ࿔*:･°❀⋆.ೃ

[servicpop]

flowers for a little someone ♡ valentines special callahan ( detective oc ) x bttm m reader

NSFW⠀ⓘ⠀you're on house arrest but in his house , alastair (oc) mention , choking , degradation , phone call interruption , i wanted to make this freaky for valentines . . . so slightly cringey

Walking into his office on Valentines day was like if a mortuary celebrated Halloween; completely out of place for what they did. Red banners were haphazardly thrown over the walls and windows. The decorations had little to no cohesion, just oddly placed in the hopes it represented Valentines enough for people to notice and move on.

Callahan pushed through and ducked underneath ribbons and lace dangling from the ceiling to get to his office. It was a reserved space just for him—previously a small library room—in an attempt to persuade him to stay with the agency.

Sinking down on his slightly worn office chair, Callahan sighed, circling his temples with his index finger as he tried to soothe the oncoming headache. Seeing all the hearts and blindingly vibrant decorations made his head reel more than it already was. Red was a harsh, headache-inducing color, though he didn't particularly mind the soft pink elements of the cupid posters and occasional lace.

Before he could get up to brew himself a morning cup of black coffee, three sharp knocks were delivered to the door of his office. Callahan didn't even move and the man was already walking inside.

“Flowers for you sir,” A man with platinum dyed hair with a dark undercut and silver rimmed glasses chimed in with a bundle of roses in his right arm. He pushed his glasses up his nose bridge before striding over to Callahan's table and placing them down on the wood.

“From who...?” Callahan eyed the officer with a narrowed look.

“Not sure. A blonde lady if I saw correctly,” Alastair shrugged, reaching over to flip the card attached to the bouquet towards Callahan's prying eyes. It had a woman he's never heard the name of before neatly scribbled on it.

“Right,” Callahan curtly nodded, glaring down at the bunch of roses carefully placed together by a commissioned florist. The petals had a sultry red color, encased with black paper to deepen the natural tint of the flower. Tulips would've been better, or perhaps peonies in a gentle pastel.

“It's fitting,” Alastair smiles, “It's all dark and brooding—just like you.” He's waving his hands around like he's physically picturing and comparing Callahan with the roses. When he doesn't reply, Alastair flashes a sheepish smile, scratching the back of his neck as he speaks up for the silence, “No? Too much? Okay.” He backs up to the door and slips out without further conversation.

Callahan stares back down at the flowers; he had no use for it, though one thought stopped him from chucking the roses out into the trash.

Walking out of his office, he spotted Alastair again, casually chatting with a co-worker of his with a cup of milky coffee in his palms. With everyone in the building, Alastair was the one man who would drop his work in a futile attempt to impress his superior. And Callahan planned to use that.

“I'm taking my break early today, if anyone needs me, don't call; I won't pick up.”

Callahan had to brace himself for a second, pushing the door of his home open before scanning the open area for any signs of the little thief he had locked down in house arrest. He found you calmly nestled within the fortress of the pillows and blankets you'd pulled from his closets, on the couch with a cheesy 2000's Valentines movie playing.

He had to suppress the urge to call out 'I'm home,' since it was instinct to do so when someone else was home. You weren't meant to be his roommate let alone a friend. You were a criminal he'd swore to keep his eyes on.

His footsteps were heavy—a sign that he had come home if you couldn't hear the door unlock—as he loomed over the back of the couch, staring down at the crown of your head.

“Enjoy.” He tossed the bouquet of roses onto your blanketed lap carelessly, watching as you bring it up into your hands to get a better look at it. There's a strange feeling in his gut seeing you appreciate something he's brought home, like a cat hauling a dead rat onto its owner's porch. He'd only play it off as accomplishment to giving something a better use. Nothing more than that.

“It's pretty.” He can hear the smile in your voice and it pushes him to roll his eyes. “Thought you didn't like red roses though.” You tilt your head back to look at him, but you're met with narrowed eyes and a slight scowl to his face.

“I don't. That's why I gave them to you,” he scoffed, circling the couch before taking a seat a few pillows away from you.

“Why'd you come home so early?” You turn your attention away from the movie to him, gauging his reaction.

The question struck him like lightning, and his whole body tensed up. There was no other reason why he came home early than to give you the flowers, to see your facial expression change from the most insignificant gesture—in his eyes.

“You ask too many questions, brat,” He sighed, relaxing his body into the comfort of the couch as he spread his arms across the back, just shy of reaching you. His gaze is fixed straight before a slight rustling catches his attention.

From the corner of his eyes, he can see you look up at him, then back down to the roses, then back up again to flutter your eyelashes. His eyebrows knit together as he tries to decipher your looks before it dawns on him.

“Fuck, fine, I'll let it slide just 'cause its Valentines day.” He groans as he snatches the bouquet from your hands and treads toward his bedroom door, expecting you to follow him.

Callahan's got you laying flat on your stomach while he's standing on the edge of the bed between your parted legs. Both of your clothes discarded onto the floor, rumpled from the rough handling. He leans over your body to reach over the neglected bouquet to the side of you on his bed.

Callahan's fingers hook under the perfectly tied ribbon, undoing it with a simple movement. The flowers fall apart on his bed, scattering as the ribbon holding them together comes undone.

His palm slides under your chin, lifting your head up as he folds the red satin over your nape and around to the front column of your throat. His hands are surprisingly experienced with tying a bow, securing it just above your Adam's apple.

“This romantic enough for you?” He bites out, fingers curling along the ribbon at the back of your neck before he tugs at it. It strains against your neck, forcing your head to tilt back.

“You've got rose petals, a nice house to stay in, a pretty ribbon around your neck, and a fucking great guy to take care of you.” It's a sarcastic jab at himself, knowing how he's defying all his moral codes just for you—and it doesn't feel wrong at all.

He holds you there, observing how you just take it with no complaints, and that scarily turns him on more than he'd want to admit.

Callahan finally releases you, letting you catch your breath for about one good second before he's stuffing himself into you, sliding his thick ridge past that tight ring of muscle. He groans like he's restraining himself from liking it as his hand instinctively grips the ribbon—not pulling it yet.

He's holding you like he's gripping a saddle, and he plans to ride out his high for tonight.

He leans over your back just slightly to drag himself—even if just a centimetre more—deeper as he pushes until his own body slaps against yours. Callahan can feel you fluttering around him, stretching and adapting to his girth as he gently rocks himself forward to speed up the process.

When he assumes you've adapted enough, Callahan pulls out just enough that his tip is still keeping your hole stretched and open for him. He leans back to get a good view of your body connecting with his, gripping and groping the plush flesh of the back of your thighs before he spits on his dick and shoves it back into you.

The sudden intrusion has you yelping into the pillow, nails clawing at his pure white sheets, threatening to rake scratch marks all over them.

He pounds into you, the slick sound of lube and his spit mixing together while he's fucking an imprint into your walls. You feel every thick vein pulsing with need and it makes your legs tremble with each thrust.

“Don't act like you haven't been sleeping around like this before I caught you,” he grunted, giving you a sharp tug to the band around your neck. “But shit if those bastards aren't lucky,” you can't pick up what he's muttering under his breath from the obscene sound of wet slapping and creaking.

You'd protest if you're teeth weren't clamped down around the fluff of Callahan's pillow. The constant slide of his girth dragging along your walls makes you squirm like its ticklish.

Your neck is lightly throbbing from the pressure of the ribbon, but it's in a way that's sickly enjoyable. Not to mention your own cock is rubbing against Callahan's sheets, adding to the mind-numbing stimulation.

“You're quiet today. Where's that mouthy boy I know?” He says it as if he's gently cooing to a dog or a pet, but to you, its a sardonic mock. Callahan grips the satin like a rein, jerking your head up to let all those filthy noises spill from your lips.

His balls draw heavy with the burden of pleasure seeing you arched so much alike to a cat. One hand grips the spot where your waist meets you hips, and he digs his fingers deep enough for crescents to form. With the way you're whining out in esctasy, it tells him that he's found your prostate, and he's actively bumping it every time he thrusts.

There's a sharp vibrating sound that comes from Callahan's phone on the night stand and his screen lights up blue with the words 'Glasses police officer' on it. Callahan mentally curses out that son of a bitch, especially since he was explicit when asking him not to call.

“What?” He growls out into the phone, slotting it between his ear and a hiked up shoulder as he continues to roll his hips back and forth into you. He hears your whine and how you're turning your head to look back at him but he just pushes your face back down, not wanting to deal with your dejected look because he's diverting the tiniest bit of attention away from you.

“When are you coming back to work? You've got a few important paperwork you need to fill out,” Alastair's voice was like nails on a chalkboard right now, especially when that static sound coming from his phone was drowning out your cute moans.

“Do you think doing this will make me want to come back?”

“No... But sir I—”

Callahan's mind is pulled away from the phone call for a minute as he discries the small trembling of your torso, and how eagerly you're pushing back against him like you're trying to encourage him deeper.

“He's about to cum,” He voices his thoughts shamelessly to the officer on the other line, “I'm not coming back 'till tomorrow.”

There's an air of silence from Alastair's part before he speaks up with a flustered and almost out of breath voice, “He's– Who? What—?”

Before anymore questions were thrown at Callahan, he hangs up and tosses his phone to a random corner of the bed, turning his full attention to you. More so to the slight jolting movements you're doing and the breathless and elonged moan you're sobbing into the pillow.

“Jesus christ,” He draws out; the sharp shock of his orgasm comes without warning from watching you lose yourself, and he's overbrimming you with his pleasure. No matter how hard you're squirming or twitching, Callahan holds you down with his hands, pushing down at your neck and the base of your spine, keeping you still as he pumps his generation into you.

Callahan pushes his hair back as he lets out a content sigh—as content as he could physically make himself sound.

“Who was that?” Your voice was so small and hoarse it almost made Callahan feel bad for making you scream your lungs out. Almost.

“Just go to sleep, I don't need your jealous whining,” he huffed, carefully taking off the ribbon from your neck and absent-mindedly rubbing your neck to soothe the pain he inflicted out of instinct.

You held your tongue just so he wouldn't notice he was doing it.

a / n ; hopefully this wasn't too freaky . . . m'not good at hard-core stuff T T , divider credits –> @/roseraris