#dom top reader

[tsunaso]

HEAR ME OUT

Aventurine and his partner have been together for a while when they somehow try working through Aventurine’s past trauma by showing him what a true master is like (reader)

Note - heavy bdsm, master/slave, anything else you’d like but I would prefer this being a healthier one so not non/con or forced

Thank you! 💖💖

“LET ME SHOW YOU WHO I AM”

pairing. Sub!Aventurine x Top!male reader

synopsis. In where Aventurine finally submits on his own terms, he learns what it means to be touched without being taken. — 4.3k

warnings. mdni, nsfw, amab reader, master/slave kink, collaring kink, light bondage, fingering, blowjob, handjob, overstimulation, begging, dirty talk, praise kink, degradation kink, subspace, aftercare, safe word use, past trauma, discussions of past abuse, implied SA (not graphic), hurt/comfort

The room was quiet.

Not sterile. Not cold. It smelled faintly of lavender and wax polish—warm light spilling from a shaded lamp. The blinds were drawn. The door was locked.

Aventurine stood in the center of the room like a model in a glass case, posed. Perfect. Still. He had removed his gloves first. Then his rings. Then his coat. Every motion methodical. Almost clinical.

You’d seen him negotiate with CEOs more relaxed than this.

You sat on the edge of the couch, legs slightly parted, arms resting on your knees, watching him like he was something fragile. Not in the way that meant he’d break—but in the way that meant he already had, at some point, and learned to glue himself together into someone flawless.

And he was flawless. That was the problem.

"You're not breathing," you said quietly.

Aventurine blinked. Then inhaled like he forgot that he needed to. A short, clipped breath. He forced a smile. "I'm just… preparing."

"For what?"

He paused. "To give you what you want."

You let that sit. Let him feel it.

Then you stood—slow, controlled—and stepped into his space.

"Look at me."

He did. Carefully. He always looked carefully, like his gaze was a scalpel and he was afraid to cut too deep.

You reached out, brushing your knuckles against his jaw. He didn’t lean into it. He didn’t flinch either. He simply absorbed the touch like it was something he had to endure—an input to be processed, not felt.

“I want you to listen,” you said. “And I want you to listen as Aventurine. Not as someone performing. Not as a client trying to impress me. As you.”

His throat worked as he swallowed. “…I’m listening.”

“I’m not asking you to submit because I want to dominate you.”

He stiffened.

“I’m asking you to submit because I want to keep you safe.”

A silence followed. Longer this time.

You let your hand fall from his jaw and gently, deliberately, took his hand in yours. You turned it palm-up—his fingers were smooth, trembling ever so slightly.

You pressed a kiss to the inside of his wrist.

“That’s the only reason,” you said. “Everything else—the commands, the structure, the rules… those are tools. Not punishments. Not games. They're ways to show you something you weren’t allowed to believe.”

He stared at you, eyes flickering. “Which is?”

“That being owned can feel like being protected.”

His lips parted—then closed again. He didn’t speak.

But he was still listening.

So you guided him to the couch. You sat down first, then tugged him forward by the hand until he was kneeling between your legs. Not to humble him—to center him.

"Now," you murmured, letting your fingers brush along his throat. “Let’s make something clear before we go further.”

Aventurine swallowed again. You felt it beneath your fingertips.

"You are mine only if you choose to be. And that choice doesn’t disappear just because you're in a collar or calling me Master."

His breath hitched. Slightly.

"You have a safeword. And you will use it."

You felt him tense—but it wasn’t fear. It was confusion.

“Why?” he asked softly. “Do you think I’ll regret it?”

“No,” you said. “I think someone else made you believe you weren’t allowed to.”

He froze.

And there it was.

That flicker. That twitch beneath the surface. You saw it behind his eyes—how he wanted to deflect, wanted to throw on that trademark smirk and laugh you off, pretend none of it reached him.

But it did.

Because the first time you called him "slave," he hadn’t flinched. But he hadn’t melted either. He had looked like someone waiting to be hurt. Obedient, yes—but not present.

You didn’t want that again.

“I don’t want obedience like that,” you whispered.

His lashes flicked up. His eyes were wet—but not crying.

You kissed the space between his brows. “I want your devotion. Your trust. Not your fear.”

He went still.

“…Then I don’t know how to be yours,” he said softly.

You tilted his chin up.

“That’s okay,” you said. “I’ll teach you.”

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The collar was black. Supple leather, lined in deep velvet. Not flashy. Not harsh. Nothing sharp or ornamental. It wasn’t a trophy. It was a promise.

You fastened it slowly around Aventurine’s throat, adjusting the buckle until it sat snug against his skin, resting in the hollow between his collarbones. His breathing had grown shallower with every click, every brush of your fingers. But he didn’t pull away.

He didn’t stop you.

And now—now he knelt.

He looked beautiful like that. Not just in the aesthetic sense, though he always had a way of appearing curated, even when undone. No—this was deeper. He looked like something offered.

The room was low-lit. Heavy drapes. No mirrors. No performance. Just you and him, framed in candlelight and silence. Your voice was the only thing allowed to break it.

“You’re trembling.”

His eyes flicked up, fast. Shame tightening his jaw before he could stop it.

“I’m not—”

“You are,” you said gently. “And that’s okay.”

He exhaled like the air had been trapped in his chest for years.

You reached out, brushing his hair from his forehead, slow. He didn’t lean into it, but he didn’t pull back. Still learning. Still testing the depth of the space you’d carved open between you.

“I want to hear you say your safeword.”

“…Now?”

“Yes.”

His lips parted, then closed again. A flicker of pride, of resistance. Not defiance—just fear dressed in finery.

You tilted his chin up, thumb dragging along the edge of his jaw.

“Say it for me, Aventurine.”

“…Citrine.”

The word hung in the air. Soft. Almost delicate. Like it didn’t belong in his mouth.

“Good,” you murmured. “That word is power. Not weakness.”

You saw it flash in his eyes. That old wiring. That ache. The way he’d been taught that power only came through performance or control, through being sharper, cleverer, faster.

And now here you were, asking him to surrender.

You reached for his shirt. Silk, crisp, fitted. The kind of thing he wore like a second skin. You undid the buttons slowly, not ripping or demanding, but unwrapping him like something valuable. Something earned.

By the time you slid it off his shoulders, his breath had quickened again.

“Color?” you asked softly.

He blinked. “Huh?”

You smiled. “Give me your color.”

“…Green.”

Safe. Uncertain, but safe.

You trailed your fingers down his chest—bare, smooth, too still.

“I want to see you move when I touch you. Not freeze.”

He swallowed hard.

You leaned in, lips brushing just beneath his ear. “You don’t have to be perfect here. You just have to be mine.”

He shivered.

“…Yes, Master.”

There it was. That subtle quake beneath the surface. Not fear. Relief.

You reached for the tie you’d laid on the bed earlier—rich crimson silk, soft and long. A blindfold, if needed. A restraint, if wanted. But tonight, just a tether. You looped it gently around his wrists behind his back—not tight. Just a suggestion.

“Sit back on your heels.”

He obeyed.

You let the silence stretch, letting him feel the leash of your presence even without a word. Your gaze burned into him—watching the way his chest rose and fell too fast, the way his fingers twitched behind him, even restrained.

Then you spoke. Low. Commanding. Steady.

“Say it.”

He blinked, caught off guard. “Say… what?”

“Who you are.”

His throat bobbed.

You took a step forward, letting your fingers trail beneath the collar at his throat.

“Say it, Aventurine. Who do you belong to?”

“…You.”

“That’s not enough.”

He shuddered.

“I belong to you,” he whispered. “I’m… I’m your slave.”

The words cracked on the edge of something old—something raw.

And you knew. That this wasn’t the first time he’d said it. But it was the first time he wasn’t punished for saying it wrong. The first time he wasn’t being used like a toy to be broken and left behind.

This was the first time he said it and wasn’t afraid.

You stepped around him slowly, trailing your hand across his bare shoulder as you did.

“You’re mine,” you said, voice smooth as heat. “Because you asked to be. Because I said yes. And now… I’m going to show you what that means.”

You stopped behind him, let your hand drop lower, brushing the curve of his spine.

“You’re going to listen.”

Your hand slid lower—over the waistband of his slacks, down to his thigh.

“You’re going to obey.”

You knelt beside him now, brushing your lips over his temple.

“And if I touch you and you shake, I’ll hold you.”

He let out a small sound—too raw to name. You felt his breath stutter. His entire body leaned just slightly into yours. Like the tension in his shoulders had finally started to give.

“Color?” you asked, voice warm.

“…Green,” he whispered.

You smiled.

“Good slave.”

His eyes fluttered shut. His lips parted. And for the first time since you’d collared him, Aventurine didn’t look composed.

He looked free.

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You guided him onto the bed slowly. Not forced. Not posed. You didn’t bend him—you invited him. And he followed.

The sheets were dark—deep maroon silk, soft enough to slide against bare skin without a sound. The collar caught the light in a subtle gleam as Aventurine lowered himself down, legs folded beneath him, arms still behind his back. You sat in front of him, letting the room fall to quiet.

He was breathing a little too fast again.

You reached out, cupping his jaw in one hand. His lashes fluttered.

“Color?”

“…Green,” he whispered.

Your thumb stroked his cheek. “You’re doing beautifully, treasure.”

His breath hitched again, this time from something that almost sounded like relief.

You leaned in and kissed him. Soft. Just once. And when you pulled away, you saw the dazed flicker in his eyes.

You didn’t ask for more yet. You just started touching him—slow strokes of your fingers over his chest, his arms, his thighs. Mapping. Worshipping. Letting him feel like something sacred.

“You’ve been holding yourself together for so long,” you murmured, tracing the hollow of his hipbone. “You don’t have to anymore.”

Aventurine’s body twitched under your touch, heat flashing across his face. He was already hard—aching against the front of his slacks, pulse pounding through him in quiet, desperate waves.

You kissed his collarbone, then lower. “I want to see what you look like when you come apart.”

He made a noise—small, breathy.

“I want to see how messy I can make you.”

Another whimper. This one sharper.

You undid the button on his slacks. Pulled the zipper down with slow, steady fingers.

"You’ve kept yourself so clean," you said. "So controlled."

You slid his pants down, along with his briefs. His cock sprang free, flushed red, already leaking.

"But this isn’t clean," you whispered, wrapping your hand around the base. “This is filthy. Needy. And it belongs to me.”

He shivered violently. You felt his knees twitch beneath him.

“You’re mine, Aventurine.”

He nodded. “Y-Yes, Master.”

You pumped him slowly—light pressure, thumb teasing over the slit. You kissed down his thigh as you worked, feeling the tension begin to fracture.

"That’s it," you whispered, lips brushing his inner thigh. “Breathe for me, pretty boy.”

He did. He tried. He was panting now, head tilted back, fingers clenched behind him like he didn’t know where else to hold the sensation.

“Such a good thing,” you crooned. “So obedient. So sweet. So ready to break.”

Your tongue flicked over the tip. He jerked—gasped.

"Color?" you murmured against him.

“…Green,” he rasped. “F-fuck—green—”

You hummed in approval, then dragged your tongue up his shaft, slow, tasting every drop he’d spilled.

"Look at you," you whispered, mouth just above his cock. "So wet already. You’d let me ruin you with just my tongue, wouldn’t you?"

He moaned—loud.

So you took him in. Not all the way. Just the head. Just enough to pull a shudder from his hips before you pulled off again.

“Not yet,” you murmured, hand stroking him again, firmer. “You don’t get to cum until you beg.”

You leaned up, lips brushing his ear.

“And not like a businessman,” you whispered. “Not like a negotiator. Like a whimpering little thing.”

His cock twitched in your fist.

"Say it."

“I—”

"Say what you are.”

“…Your p-pet,” he gasped.

You squeezed.

"Not good enough."

“I’m your—your toy—your slut—”

"Good," you growled. "Getting closer."

You tugged his head back by the collar, made him look at you.

"You’re mine, aren’t you?"

“Yes—yes, I’m yours—please, Master—please let me cum—"

And then he choked on a sound. His whole body jerked.

And the word fell from his lips:

“Yellow.”

You froze.

Not in fear. Not in failure.

In readiness.

Your hand left his cock instantly. You released the collar. Your voice softened.

“Hey.” You cupped his cheek. “You did perfect. You’re safe.”

His breathing was erratic. His eyes were glossy. But he wasn’t panicked. Not quite. Just too much. Overwhelmed. Drenched in sensations he’d never let himself feel before.

“I didn’t want to stop,” he said, voice breaking. “It just—just hit too fast—”

You nodded. Kissed his temple. Held his jaw steady.

“You did everything right,” you whispered. “I’m proud of you.”

He shivered. A small sound leaked from his throat—frustration. Shame. Something old.

You held him.

“You said yellow,” you murmured. “Not red. That means we slow down. We breathe. We check in.”

You reached for the silk tie around his wrists, undoing it gently.

He was trembling now.

And when he whispered, “I’m sorry,” you cut him off immediately.

“Don’t apologize,” you said. “Not for taking care of yourself. Not with me.”

He went quiet. Eyes searching yours.

“…So we can still—?”

You smiled.

“We’re going to continue. If you want to. And this time?”

You leaned in, kissed him slow, deep, open-mouthed.

“I want you to give me your surrender.”

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He was still shaking when you brought him back to the bed.

Not from fear. Not from regret. From how much it was.

He let you hold him without asking. Let you kiss the top of his head, run your fingers down the back of his neck, cradle him in your lap like something precious. And when your hand slid to his thigh again—he opened his legs without hesitation.

“I want you inside me,” he whispered. “Please.”

Your fingers traced the line of his inner thigh, featherlight. “You sure?”

His breath caught.

Then, “Yes, Master.”

You smiled, leaned in, and kissed the side of his mouth. “Then I’ll give you what no one else ever did.”

He blinked, eyes fluttering.

“What’s that?”

You kissed his throat, tongue dragging over the edge of the collar.

“Time.”

You laid him out like he was something sacred—chest to the sheets, legs parted, cheek resting against a silk pillow. He looked wrecked already. Hair wild, skin flushed, cock twitching against his stomach. He still had the collar on.

Your hand ran down his back slowly, fingers trailing the curve of his spine. You watched his hips twitch in anticipation.

And then you whispered, “I’m going to stretch you open now.”

Aventurine shuddered.

“Not like them,” you added, voice low and warm. “Not fast. Not hard. Not careless.”

You pressed a kiss to the small of his back.

“Like this.”

Your hand slid between his legs, parting them more. You took your time with the lube—warm, slick, worked between your fingers before you ever touched his hole. You let your thumb rest against the rim, not pushing, just being there.

“Breathe for me,” you whispered. “Color?”

“Green,” he rasped. “Fuck, I’m green—just—please.”

You slid one finger in. Slowly. No resistance. Just heat. Just a shaky, desperate moan beneath you.

“That’s it,” you murmured. “That’s my good boy.”

He gasped into the pillow, his whole body tensing—then softening.

"You're so tight," you praised. "So soft inside. You were made for this."

You curled your finger, watching the way he arched, hips twitching.

“M-Master—”

You hummed, kissing the dip of his back.

“I know. It’s good now, isn’t it?”

He nodded, whimpering.

You took your time. You didn’t rush the second finger. You didn’t stretch him to watch him squirm—you stretched him because you wanted him to be ready. You wanted to give his body the chance to welcome you.

Not endure you.

Aventurine was panting now. His cock leaked freely onto the sheets. Every twist of your fingers sent a sob through him.

“You’re doing so well,” you whispered. “Letting me open you. Letting me feel how warm you are inside. This hole is mine now, isn’t it?”

He moaned—wrecked, high, humiliated.

“Yes, Master—it’s yours—just yours—”

You slipped in a third finger, carefully, watching his back arch as he cried out.

But he didn’t say yellow.

He didn’t say stop.

He pushed back.

You grinned.

“Oh, you’re greedy now,” you murmured against his ear, one hand reaching around to grip his leaking cock. “You want it all, don’t you?”

He whimpered. Nodded. Twitched in your hand.

"Say it."

“P-please,” he sobbed. “Please fill me—break me—fuck me full—I want to be yours inside—please, I need your cock—”

You laughed—low, hot, proud.

“Oh, my sweet little slut.”

He gasped—choked on it.

You leaned down, kissed the back of his neck. Then whispered, “You like being called that now, don’t you?”

“…Y-yes—”

“You like being my toy. My slave. My obedient little hole.”

His whole body seized.

“F-fuck—!”

You pulled your fingers out—slow, careful, teasing.

He sobbed at the loss.

You lined yourself up, pressed the tip against his stretched, slick entrance.

He pushed back instantly.

"Greedy thing," you growled. "Beg for it."

“Please, Master—please—fuck me—ruin me—make me your cumdump—please—”

And you gave him exactly what he asked for.

You sank in.

All the way.

Slow. Measured. No brutality. No rush. You slid into him inch by inch, letting him feel it, letting him open around it, letting the stretch burn sweet and thick as your cock filled his aching hole.

Aventurine gasped—his voice a cracked moan as his body trembled beneath yours.

“Oh, f-fuck—” he choked out, knuckles white as they dug into the sheets.

You leaned down, one arm braced beside his head, the other gripping his hip tight, keeping him spread open as your cock bottomed out, balls resting snug against his skin.

“There it is,” you whispered into his ear. “Feel that? That’s me, inside you.”

He whimpered. You felt the clench around you—tight, slick, hungry.

“This is what you needed all along. Not a man who takes. A man who fucks you like he owns every inch.”

You pulled back—slowly—and thrust in again, long and deep, your cock dragging against the sweet spot that made his legs shake.

He moaned—loud, broken. His cock throbbed untouched against the sheets.

You kept the rhythm slow, heavy, grinding deep with every thrust, pushing the sound out of him with every roll of your hips.

“Y-you’re so deep,” he gasped. “I—I can feel you in my stomach—Master—please—”

You kissed his neck, teeth grazing the collar. “You’re taking it so well. My pretty little whore.”

He shuddered. “Yes—yes—call me that again—”

You thrust deep—he jerked, crying out.

“Say it.”

“I’m your whore,” he whimpered. “I’m your obedient whore—use me—please—just—”

He clenched around you, hole fluttering, walls pulsing like he was already about to cum.

You grabbed a fistful of his hair, pulling his head back.

“Don’t cum,” you growled into his ear. “Not until you break for me.”

Aventurine whined, a high, needy sound, mouth open, drool slipping down his chin as you kept fucking into him—slow, deep, deliberate.

“Faster,” he sobbed. “P-please—Master—please fuck me harder—need it—need you to ruin me—”

You slammed in hard. He screamed.

“Oh, that’s it,” you growled. “You like it now, don’t you? You like being fucked stupid.”

“Y-yes—yes, I do—please—don’t stop—”

You pulled the leash tighter, using it to anchor him as you began thrusting fast, hard, pounding into his slick hole until the slap of skin-on-skin echoed with every deep, bruising thrust.

“You gonna cum like this?” you hissed. “Face in the sheets, used, leaking, begging?”

“Yes—yes—I’m your cumslut—I’m yours—only yours—”

His words collapsed into gasping cries, voice breaking every time your cock slammed into that same aching spot deep inside.

You reached under him, fisted his cock—already wet, throbbing, twitching.

“You want to cum, slut?”

He nodded frantically, tears slipping down his cheeks.

“Then fucking ask.”

“Please—Master—please let me cum—let me make a mess for you—please—”

You grinned.

“Cum for me, slave.”

He screamed.

His body seized, hole clenching so tight around your cock it almost pushed you over the edge. His cum splattered across the sheets in thick, hot streaks, and he collapsed beneath you—shaking, moaning, drooling, trembling with every aftershock as you kept fucking him through it.

He was babbling now. You didn’t need to understand. It was all yours.

You growled low, thrusting one last time and spilling inside him, hot and thick, grinding deep as you filled him to the brim. He sobbed into the sheets—completely broken open, your cum leaking from his fluttering hole as he whispered, “Thank you, Master,” again and again.

You kissed his shoulder.

“You did so well for me,” you murmured. “So good. So obedient. So mine.”

He made a small sound—something close to a sob—but there was no fear in it.

Only peace.

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You didn’t let go of him. Not once. Not when he came undone under you, not when his body collapsed into aftershocks, not when his sobs started—quiet and broken, into the silk sheets.

You stayed inside him, shallow and warm, one hand on his waist, the other splayed across his chest. His breath came in shivers. His body twitched with every small pulse of aftershock, still spread open, still marked by you.

And still, he whispered, “Thank you, Master.” Over and over again. Like a prayer. Like a child afraid of silence.

You kissed the back of his neck. Gently. “You don’t have to thank me for not hurting you.”

His fingers curled in the sheets. He didn’t answer right away.

You pulled out slowly. Your cum dripped down the inside of his thighs, hot and wet, and he didn’t move. He just exhaled—long, cracked, like the last of his performance was melting out of him.

You left only briefly. Warm towel. Cloth. Water. When you returned, he hadn’t shifted.

He was still kneeling.

Silent.

Shaking.

You moved behind him and eased him into your lap. Chest to back. He folded like he’d been waiting to. You wrapped your arms around him and held him there—wet, ruined, open—and he let you.

You cleaned him gently. Slow, soft, reverent. Not possessive now. Not hungry. Just present.

“I want to hear your color,” you whispered.

“…Green,” he breathed. “Just… slow.”

“Slow is good.”

Another breath. Then, quieter: “I don’t want to go back to my room.”

“You won’t.”

You tightened the towel around him, pressing your palm over his heart. The leather collar was still warm under your fingers.

“Does this still feel good?” you asked, thumb brushing it.

“…Yes.”

“Does it still feel like a leash?”

“No.”

“Good.”

You tilted his face toward you. His eyes were red, wet, shining.

He swallowed.

“I kept waiting for it.”

You blinked. “For what?”

“For the part where you stopped asking,” he said. “Where you just… took.”

Your breath stilled.

He looked down, shame creeping like old blood into his voice. “They didn’t ask. Not after I was sold. The first ones just—”

You adjusted your hold—firmer now. Grounded.

“I know.”

“There was a man who called me by my serial number,” he said. “Said names were for people.”

You didn’t speak. You held him tighter.

“I used to think… if I offered it first, let people use me, I was in control. If I moaned loud enough or spread my legs fast enough, maybe they’d forget I didn’t want it.”

His voice cracked. His jaw clenched.

“But none of them ever stopped.”

You found his hand. Laced your fingers through his.

“…And you did.”

You didn’t say of course. You didn’t say I’m not like them.

You said: “You said yellow. So I slowed.”

And something inside him shattered.

He didn’t break pretty. He broke real. Face crumpling, shoulders shaking, tears falling hard against your skin as he buried his face in your chest and wept.

Not from shame.

From being seen.

You rocked him gently. Back and forth. Holding him through every sob, every tremor, every time he tried to apologize only to collapse again.

“I didn’t think I could ever be like this again,” he whispered.

“Like what?”

“Soft.”

You closed your eyes. Kissed his hair.

“You’re not soft. You’re just safe.”

His breath hitched.

“I don’t remember the last time I felt wanted,” he said, voice thin, “without needing to win something first.”

“You didn’t win me,” you murmured. “You let me hold you.”

His lashes fluttered. His voice dropped to a whisper:

“…Was I good?”

You cupped his cheek, thumb wiping a tear from his flushed skin.

“You were perfect.”

He laughed. It broke halfway. “I look pathetic right now.”

“No,” you said, smiling. “You look mine.”

He flinched—just slightly—but he didn’t deny it.

You kissed his nose. Brushed his damp hair back.

“Can I ask you something?”

“…Anything.”

“What do you want me to call you now?”

You didn’t rush it.

“You can keep Aventurine. Or Slave. Or…” You paused. “Kakavasha.”

He blinked.

His breath caught in his chest.

“I haven’t heard that name in so long,” he whispered. “It feels like it belongs to someone else.”

You nodded. “It does.”

He looked at you, startled.

You smiled.

“But maybe… that someone still lives here.” You placed your hand gently over his heart.

He didn’t answer. He couldn’t. His throat worked. His lashes fluttered.

You leaned close, nose to his cheek.

“Until you decide… I’ll call you what I see.”

He swallowed.

“And what’s that?” he whispered.

You kissed the edge of his collar.

“My beloved.”

[carnalcrows]

MEOW - PARK MIN-SU

pairing: min-su x top male reader

synopsis: min-su reminds you of a cat- so you decide to put your theory to the test.

content warnings: 18+, bottom min-su, spit used as lube, full nelson, semi-public sex, mentions of a threesome

word count: 1.1k

The oppressive atmosphere of the living quarters was suffocating, with the grim reality of the games pressing down on everyone. Yet, in the dim, flickering light, your gaze kept wandering to Minsu.

He sat curled up on his bunk, arms wrapped tightly around his knees, his eyes darting nervously at every sudden noise. He flinched when someone raised their voice, shrinking into himself like he wanted to disappear.

A scaredy cat, you thought. And the more you watched him, the more the comparison fit. His skittish demeanor, the way he seemed to seek small, hidden spaces, and even the soft, plaintive looks he gave when he thought no one was watching.

The idea stuck with you, an unexpected distraction from the horrors of the games.

Lights out came, and as the dormitory descended into uneasy silence punctuated by muffled whispers, you slipped off your bunk. Moving carefully to avoid the patrolling guards, you made your way to the dingy bathroom where Minsu had retreated earlier.

The flickering bulb overhead cast a pale glow across the cracked tiles. You found him near the sinks, leaning against the wall with his arms crossed, head ducked as if he were trying to make himself smaller.

“Minsu,” you called softly.

He jumped, almost slipping on the damp floor. “What—what are you doing here?” he hissed, his voice barely above a whisper.

“Relax,” you said, raising your hands in mock surrender. “I just wanted to check on you. You seem... tense.”

He frowned, his expression somewhere between confusion and suspicion. “Why do you care?”

“Because,” you said, stepping closer, “you remind me of something.”

His brow furrowed. “What?”

“A cat.”

His reaction was immediate—his face flushed red, and he stammered, “A c-cat? Are you serious? Why would you—”

You grinned, leaning casually against the sink next to him. “Yeah. A scaredy cat, to be exact.”

Minsu’s mouth opened and closed like he was trying to come up with a retort but couldn’t find one. His flustered expression was too good to resist.

“See?” you teased, stepping closer, watching his ears go pink. “You even look like one when you’re embarrassed.”

“I—I don’t know what you’re talking about,” he muttered, looking everywhere except at you.

“Sure you don’t,” you said, tilting your head. “But I think there’s one way to prove my theory.”

Before he could ask, you leaned in, your lips brushing his in a fleeting, deliberate motion. Minsu froze, his wide eyes meeting yours as his breath hitched.

For a moment, he stayed like that—still, hesitant. But then something shifted. His hands gripped the front of your shirt tightly, and he pressed back, his lips warm and insistent against yours.

What started as cautious quickly turned messy. His lips moved clumsily against yours, a mix of eagerness and inexperience, and you couldn’t help but smile into the kiss. You tilted his chin slightly, deepening it, and he let out a muffled sound of surprise that sent a shiver down your spine.

The kiss grew hungrier, his breathing ragged as he pulled you closer, fingers clutching at your shirt like he couldn’t bear the idea of letting go. Your hands found his waist, steadying him as he leaned into you, his back brushing against the cold, tiled wall.

Minsu let out a soft, breathy whine as you nipped at his bottom lip, and you couldn’t resist teasing him. “You sound like—”

“Don’t,” he interrupted, but his flushed face and half-lidded eyes betrayed him.

You pressed your lips to the corner of his mouth, trailing down to his jaw, and that’s when you heard it—a soft, low vibration.

You froze for a moment, pulling back just enough to meet his eyes. “Are you... purring?”

Minsu blinked at you, his face turning impossibly red. “No! I—I’m not!”

But the sound was undeniable, a steady hum coming from his chest.

“Oh my god,” you said, grinning so wide your cheeks hurt. “You’re actually purring.”

His hands flew to his face, muffling a groan of embarrassment. “You’re the worst,” he mumbled, the vibration still faintly audible.

“And you’re adorable,” you countered, leaning in to kiss him again, this time slower, savoring the way he melted against you.

Your hands slowly went to the hem of his sweatpants, tugging on the strap. He yelped at the friction, wide eyes looking up at you.

“Do you want to do this? I can stop if you give me the word,” you stated, to which he said nothing for a moment, before he brought his lips to yours once more. 

Taking that as a sign to continue, you pulled down his sweatpants and boxers with one firm tug, revealing his aching cock.

You flicked the tip, making the other man let out a small squeal.

Cute.

He steadied himself by placing his hands on your shoulders, as you lifted him up onto the sink. Your hand travelled past his length to his hole, that was twitching around nothing. 

Two of your fingers went towards his face, prodding at his lips. “Suck.”

Minsu complied, meekly letting your digits into his mouth, swirling them around with his tongue. The sight alone made you hard. You wondered how his mouth would feel around your–

Soon, you removed your fingers and placed them at his hole, slowly sliding one finger in. Minsu gasped at the intrusion, his hands gripping onto your shoulders much tighter than before.

You slid another digit into his hole, then another– three fingers were gently pumping in and out of his hole. Your other hand was covering his mouth. As much as you wanted to hear his pretty sounds, you didn’t want to risk a guard barging in.

Once you felt that he was fully prepped, you removed your own sweatpants and boxers, before removing your fingers from his entrance and replacing them with your hard cock.

“This might hurt just a little bit,” you whispered in his ear, before slowly sliding the head in. Minsu gasped, the sudden intrusion doing wonders to his brain. He had never felt this full.

You on the other hand, let out a low groan. ‘He must be a virgin,’ you thought. You had never fucked anyone this…tight.

You gently bottomed out into him, whispering sweet nothings into his ear to calm him down. You lifted him up from the sink, and held him in a full nelson, before starting to thrust into him. 

The new angle was making your cock hit his prostate with every thrust. His eyes rolled to the back of his head, and he let out a loud moan. Your other hand hand gone to his waist to hold him upright.

You fucked into him like a wild animal, savouring his every sound. Logical reasoning had flown out the window a long time ago, you were going to die anyway.

“Fuck–I’m cumming, please–,”Minsu rasped out, to which you only sped up your thrusts.

“So good f’me baby, that’s it–”

The bathroom door opened.

“Minsu my boy! Better vote O tomorrow– What the fuck.”

“...”

“...Can I join?”

“No.”

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[scruus]

★ [𝐌𝐨𝐦𝐦𝐲'𝐬 𝐡𝐮𝐧𝐠𝐫𝐲]

✎ : power bottom afab Al-Haitham x dom top gn amab reader notes: aphrodisiac (in chocolates), dirty talk (very), reader is called daddy, haitham calls himself mommy, overstimulation, mentions of pregnancy(?), creampie, slight degradation, al-haitham being very very slutty

author talks: yea….this happened. Sorry.

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“Okay then, you two lovebirds now have fun~”, Childe’s sheepish grin was the exact reason you adopted the habit of meditation and the path of ‘patience’. Which, by the way, was running at its limit. Not a single giggle or smile was cracked as he continued to humor his own joke and so to save face from further embarrassment, Zhongli dragged him back to their room.

Yanfei picked up her trolley bags, quite easily you noticed, and unlocked the room just opposite yours and Al-Haitham’s. Hu-Tao mumbled something to your boyfriend and his reaction remained the same whatsoever while she was giggling. You two bid goodbyes to the girls as they entered the room whereas you stepped inside your own, setting the bags down on the floor and taking in the room’s wide layout.

The group (mainly Childe) had hastily decided on a quick getaway before university would start and the routine of crying, screaming and chugging down caffeinated drinks till everyone’s body water content changed to dark espresso was to be set in motion. You and al-haitham being the only couple was the target of Childe’s teasing. And it was pure horror when he took the role of booking the hotel rooms without informing anyone. You were sure it would be some love hotel or a shady inn he would put everyone into but what a great surprise it was upon arriving at the place. Cozy, classic and modest.

You stretched your arms and cracked your back, “oof….am like an old granny now”. Haitham plugged both of you guys’ phones to the charger and then skipped to unpacking clothes from the bag like the responsible one in the relationship. “If you just joined me on my early morning walks everyday, you wouldn’t be an old raisin”, you gasped at his response, the cockiness just smoothly rolling from his lips and that gorgeous face of his is so damning you can’t even argue back.

“I am gonna go wash up”, grabbing your clothes from the bag, you threw one last glance at his figure which was hovering over the complimentary snacks counter, before entering the bathroom. They looked a bit different than the usual tea sachets, and chocolates, with the red heart drawn on but you didn’t give them much thought.

That was your biggest mistake.

After getting all clean and smelling like fresh lavender, you decided to take a nap in your bathrobe while Haitham decided to follow after into the washroom. “Honey! Wake me up if we need to go out!”, you shouted from the bed before cozying up inside the warm duvet.

Ah, peace.

With a weird feeling of hotness around your groin and the teasing licks of something wet, you woke up half-asleep from your snooze. Turning your gaze down, you saw Al-Haitham’s lips on your cock. His face looked flushed and the water was still dropping from his wet hair, strands sticking to his forehead.

“H-Haitham?”, you questioned, your voice all groggy yet having the element of surprise. He looked up at you and you felt your breath hitch. His eyes looked different. The composed and intelligent look was now exchanged with that of a hungry desperation. He never once stopped licking your shaft, gliding his tongue up and down while the eye contact was never broken. Plump lips sucking the tip of your thick cock as your nervousness soon drifted to lust.

He took his lips off with a pop yet his hand remained at its place, slowly massaging it up and down while he stared at it breathless. As if he had never seen it before. “W-what are you doing?”, you asked again, slowly. Your hands began to itch. It's like they wanted to force his mouth back on your dick. Make him take it all until his throat bulges. But you wouldn’t do that. You were too nice.

“mmm…I was hungry”, he licked like a kitten at the head, lapping up the pre-cum that was leaking, and it made you clench your jaw. “What?”, you bit your bottom lip trying to stifle a moan. “....was so hungry for daddy’s cock”, he groaned before putting your dick back in his mouth and slurping it up. A choked moan came from you when you heard his words. Daddy?.....DADDY???

Were you dreaming? Was it the end of the world? No, maybe you are still asleep and t-

“Ahmm~’, you whimpered as Haitham suddenly forced your cock inside his throat. You knew it was too big for him that's why you never coerced him to deepthroat you nor did he ever take the initiative, but now? He was whining with your cock stuffed inside him, throat clenching around it as spit dribbled down his chin. Gagging around it like some cockslut with tears welling up in his eyes. “Oh please…I wanted this so bad”, liquid trickled down his chin as he took our cock out all the while moaning in a low whine.

“Honey…wh-whats going on?”, you stretched out your hand and cupped his cheeks, worried that maybe he wasn’t feeling well. He stared at you before nuzzling in your palm, taking a deep whiff of your scent with his eyes closed. Trying to make his body realize your smell and let it wire inside his head. “Fuck….this won’t do”, he stood up on his knees, grumbling. The white bathrobe which was hiding his tanned porcelain body was beginning to shed, a working by his own hands.

“Can you tell me what’s goi-”, your eyes widened in surprise as they trailed down from his face to his cunt the moment the robe dropped down. It was dripping. A swollen clit showing itself off while his inner thighs were coated with slick.

….did he get this wet just by sucking me off?, your face contorted in confusion. Nothing was registering inside your mind.

“hmm…I don’t know”, his voice was soft and low. “I wanted to kiss you all day long”, he looked at you with doe eyes, “but didn’t know how to with everyone present”. His lips slowly formed into a pout, “and…and then I ate that chocolate and…..I felt so hot”, his hands started running down his body as if trying to tell you where it was burning. Chocolates?, you thought. But ho-

You remembered Childe’s winking face and it finally struck you.

Aphrodisiacs. That son of a bitch.

“Ngh~you’re not focusing on me”, he whined like an irate kid, his deep voice suddenly sounding a different pitch. His flushing cheeks now had tears trickling down them just because your eyes had dared to wander away from him. “Nonono Honey!”, you took his hands in yours, oddly happy seeing him like this, “I always focus on you….you’re the only thing I ever see!”. A shy smile popped up on his face and his turquoise eyes sparkled. “Really?”, he asked and you had never nodded so fast in your life. “So then…..do you see how wet this is?”, he pulled his hands back and reached down to his lower part, “do you see that it's so empty and aching so much?”. You gulped, trying to satisfy your parched throat but every inch of your body was hot right now. “I-It really needs your cock inside it”, he mumbled mindlessly, not having any idea about its effect on you.

“Mommy wanted Daddy’s cock all day”, he moaned as he slipped a finger inside his hole, “wanted daddy’s thick cock to stretch this starving cunt out”, his gaze burning a hole into your own as his lips parted open in a soft gasp. Mommy??????

Ohmygodohmygodohmygodohmygodohmygod.

Stars. You were seeing literal stars around your room because this was unreal. Your lover, the great al-haitham, who would never beg you for a kiss let alone your cock, who would always judge when you would call him corny nicknames in public is now being filthy?? Is this what aphrodisiacs do? Turn normal people into mindless sluts?

“And now…Mommy has caught daddy”, he suddenly bent down, crawling towards you as his pecs flexed like a pair of tits and you had half a mind to just reach out and grope them. “So daddy will breed mommy like a good cumslut, right?”, his voice was sultry with a hint of patheticness as he positioned himself up.

Your cock was so painfully hard, it was embarrassing. The veins looked like they were about to burst and you were really concerned that it would take you just a second to ejaculate if your lover came anywhere close to your dick. For your boyfriend, it was a different case.

He was looking down at your shaft with hearts in his eyes. Ragged breaths leaving his mouth while a blush crawled up his body. He swiped his tongue across his bottom lip, in an act of devouring you and your member. Your dick was standing erect and if he lowered himself a bit, the tip would be easily rubbing his pussy folds.

And that’s exactly what he did.

He slowly lowered himself, and the moment your dick touched his wet muscles, he hissed, eyelashes fluttering while his body relished the sensation. Trying to push himself down as your crown forced itself inside his hole, it was clearly too big but the burn felt so good. “F-fuck…..you’re so big”, he cried out once your tip finally settled inside his hole but the entirety was still remaining. Your eye looked at his nipples, all perked and red, and you really wished you could suck on them but you had to be the rational one right now.

His whimpers gained decibels as he worked himself open on your cock, trying to take it all. “Ngh~ my tight pussy just can't take you…hah”, his voice, his face, his pussy, everything was driving you insane. “Fuck it”, you growled as the last thread of reason snapped.

Pulling him down on your cock in an instant, Al-haitham screamed your name. His walls clenching around your throbbing dick as sticky fluids dripped out of him. The poor boy had jolts of shock coursing through his body as the orgasm fired up his nerves. He had already come.

“Look at this whore”, you wrapped an arm around his waist and pulled your trembling boyfriend closer, “I put my dick inside you and you cum immediately?”, the ridges of your dick rubbing along his sensitive insides and out came a meek whimper. The shame felt good to him, like it was something that was so natural. It was the way he was whining, the way his body felt limbless and his cunt so full that made him look all the more perfect for you to ruin. Although he was already mindbroken.

Placing your hands on his butt and groping that tender flesh you growled, “you wanted that cunt of yours to be fucked right?”, your eyes burning with lust, “so get ready”. Grabbing his ass, you made him bounce on your cock while your sobbing lover gasped in surprise. “Oughk- yesyesyes s’big kgghh-”, words slurring and his tongue lolling out. He was completely drunk on your cock and it was fucking wonderful.

“Who’s pretty pussy is this?”, you licked his neck aggressively while he just moaned in response. Angry, your hand left its position at its buttcheek to pinch his clit and Haitham almost felt his soul drive out of his body. “Whose is it!”, your voice sounded a lot more stern and demanding now as Haitham babbled, “yours~ s’yours daddy ugh-”. Truly reduced to a brainless nothing.

Haitham’s walls were contorting to the shape of your pulsing member inside and the pain suited him. All warm, wet and aching, as his gummy walls hugged you in a desperate fervor. He had never felt this good before. Oh, how he wished now to be a free use fleshlight of yours so that you could pick him up anytime and fill his pussy until it's gaping, spilling it all out like a pathetic slut who can’t do a single job. A slut who knows nothing except having his daddy’s cock splitting him open and breeding him.

“S-shit haitham you’re so tight”, you croaked because his gummy walls were clenching down on your shaft all the right ways and it felt heavenly. Fat globs of tears rolled on his cheeks as his guttural pleas of “too much!” and “sho good~” sang in your ears. His hand trailed down to his stomach and he felt your dick bulging through it. Giggling he drooled, “daddy shooo huge”, your eyes scanning his unkempt hair and erotic face while he inched closer to you,”I can feel you all up in my tummy”, he whispered mischeviously. Fuck, this man is gonna be the death of you.

His head jerked back and he howled as you angled your thrust at a spot that made him blank. Hips stuttering and nails digging on your shoulders, you knew he was close. “Bab-oh oh, Im gonna cum”, you moaned before nibbling on his neck then moving to kiss his lips. He moaned into your mouth, chasing after it, the ache between his legs and the tingling sensation on his clit told him he was close too. “Close…m’close ngh”, he keened in a high pitched voice as your rhythm turned erratic, faster and more brutal inside him.

“Insideinsideinsi- cum inside pleashee~”, choked whimpers of relentless begging turned your head dizzy and you complied because there was no way you were missing the chance of filling your boyfriend’s pretty pussy up when he was being so cute. Your palm rubbed against his swollen nub while Al-Haitham felt your tip prodding at the entrance of his cervix, good god you were so deep it was turning his brain into mush. He’d end up getting knocked up by you at this point, an idea Al-Haitham was suddenly getting fond of.

And as you came with a low moan, your hand tightly gripping his waist, your lover felt the burning knot in his abdomen finally fall apart. As the feel of your thick, warm cum rushed inside him, he could feel his eyes roll back and his body convulse in your arms due to the shockwaves. Orgasm so shattering, nothing but croaking gasps left his mouth and he was aware of how his pussy was sucking out every last drop of your seed. A ravenous beast.

Carefully settling his head in the crook of your neck, you looked down below at the white ring around the base of your cock and the few trails of fluid dripping down your cock. Oh god, your eyes widened as the realization hit you, oh god he is gonna kill me. The pleasure felt so good you forgot the consequence of going rough on your lover’s cunt, taking him to poundtown like some madman. But dear lord was it so scandalously good. All the more sinful to commit.

While your brain pondered scenarios as to how you would explain stuff to Haitham or maybe firstly go and kill that ginger in his room, a slight hint of pain erupted in your cock. You thought that maybe it was because Haitham was still wrapped around your length, that it was his hole clenching around you, but you were so wrong. The slow grind of his hips as you felt your soft cock turn hard inside him made you realize your incorrect assumption.

“Wh-what-?”, a finger was pressed on your lips as Haitham looked up to face you. “Mommy is still not done yet”, he whispered as you saw the outline of hearts appearing in his eyes again. “I told you right, you need to turn me into a cumslut”, a sly smirk appeared on his lips, “need to breed me until all I can think of is daddy's fat cock messing up my insides”.

“Get to work”, he instructed.

You silently gulped. Oh this is gonna be a long night.

— – — — – —

“Y’all they are really late, should we go by ourselves?”, Yanfei mumbled angrily. The group was waiting for you two to come out of your room but you both had refused to answer any calls or texts and so the rest were huddled in Childe’s room.

Ding!

“Guys, we won’t be able to go out today, Haitham’s a bit sick”, Zhongli read out your message to the group and they all sighed, maybe with the question that how did he even get sick. All except childe.

“Should we go and check up on h-”,asked Zhongli, “No!”, to which Childe’s abrupt reply silenced all. Everyone looked at him, confused.

“This is a different kind of sickness….you guys won’t get it”, he smiled a knowing smirk, something the others innocent minds had no idea about. He urged everyone to get out of the hotel and enjoy the day along the beach with drinks and food. Just like his two friends who were having the time of their lives, rutting into one another.

[finsplurtz]

— put a leash on denki kaminari

y’all know the choker he wears stays on during sex, let him know just how pretty he looks wearing the choker, makes him act up. clip a leash onto him and use him like a bitch you’ll have him moaning like one

“OhHh..~! fuckkk ye..ah~” His face is smushed against the sheets, his knuckles turning white due to how hard he was gripping them. Holding onto the leash and and use it to fuck deep into him while pressing on his back to deepen his arch.

His voice is starting to tremble and turn into small sobs, his smile quivering. you’re slamming so deep into his tummy, his prostate being so roughly grinded against.

“k-keep go..’ng..bou—ta… com..~” He can barely keep his eyes open, his face is covered in tears and drool, his bangs sticking to his forehead, a mess.

He screams a moan, finishing all over the bed. fill him up to the brim and leave him twitching, a stupid fucked out expression on his beautiful face.

[dykeriver]

⠀ from eden. ⟨ ellie w. ⟩

⠀❝ i slithered here from eden just to sit outside your door. ❞

or ;; you eat out your girlfriend, ellie, & then she rides you into high heaven.

wc: 1.6k

cw + oneshot under the cut . . . !

cw: 18+ MDNI, strap on usage, vaginal sex e!receiving, dirty talk, fingering e!recieving, oral e!recieving, riding e!recieving, slightly bratty bttm!ellie, praise

scarred skin soft against your fingertips, short auburn hair a mess. a quiet moan catches between your connected lips.

ellie williams is a force of nature, the storm after the calm, but here, now? she’s something else entirely. shushed gasps slipping from her pale pink mouth, eyes squeezed shut. she’s so handsome, so desirable, so yours — paint splattered freckles on her rosie cheeks like stars, pale green eyes hazy.

her boxers are stuck around her ankles, shirt pulled up to just above her belly. a dark, wispy auburn happy trail lays pretty against her tummy. ellie’s legs, pale and thin, shake as you lick her clean. liquid nectar of the gods spills from her core and drips down your chin. her clit is puffy and swollen from all the stimulation, hot against your tongue.

“y/n,” she chokes out, voice raspy and overwhelmed. “i-i can’t, it’s too much.”

you hum into her, the vibrations buzzing against her center. “you can though, isn’t that so? because you’re such a good girl. my good girl.”

ellie jolts at the praise, even be it spoken with a condescending edge. “shut up,” she huffs either way. stubborn girl.

you draw your tongue around her rim, and the salty-sweet taste of her makes your own cunt seep. unabashedly, you squeeze your legs together to relieve some of the tension.

but you pull away from her, an eyebrow raised. “i asked you a question, ellie.”

“um,” ellie says, blinking a few times. you barely hold back the smug grin that threatens to cross over your face. “…what?”

“i’m not going to repeat myself. think.” you whisper in the same condescending tone you’d used a moment prior, reaching your hand up to gently stroke her cheek.

see, ellie loves when you get a little mean.

“i’ll use my fingers if you can answer me, sweetheart.” you promise her, tracing your hand down ellie’s chest and to her cunt, lightly brushing her clit.

“i can, fucking touch me again, i can,” she mutters in a grumpy plea, spreading her legs even further. you love when she gets like this, desperate to feel good, ready to do anything for the promise of pleasure. only for you, though. your girl. she’s never let anybody else have her like this, always the giver, always the pleaser.

you smile at her, gentle and doting. “thats it, good girl,” you draw out, and then without warning, you slide two fingers into her.

she grunts in relief, clenching down and rocking against you. and when you lower your mouth to taste her once again, she throws her head back and lets out this beautifully broken moan.

you fuck your fingers into ellie at her favorite pace — an even tempo, hard. her thick, scarred eyebrows scrunch together, another cute sound escaping. “please don’t stop,” she begs, and then “fuck, just like that.”

she’s so fucking wet, so soft around your fingers as you fill her up, as you lap her up. and you desperately want her to cum before the next part of your plan, so you curl your fingers accordingly. your tongue flicks against her just how she likes it, fast, straight lines up and down her clit.

“fuck!” she gasps, “y/n, fuck, i’m-”

you moan against her, curl your fingers again and she gushes against you. ellie’s head slams down against your pillow as she cums, legs squeezing around your head. you can feel the wirey muscles of her thighs clench against you. ellie practically sobs in relief as she’s granted her release, hips grinding against your mouth unknowingly. you move your mouth from her pussy, but don’t pull away your hand just yet.

you slow down, giving ellie a moment of reprieve before your oncoming actions. “did so well for me, pretty girl…” you coo at her, tilting your head to the side a bit. “does it feel good? you’re meant to be filled up, aren’t you, ells?”

“god, h-how can you just say stuff like tha- shit!”

after you’ve given her a few moments of reprieve, you begin to quicken your pace — harder, faster.

“ohgod,” ellie groans, slurring the words together and reaching for your free hand with her own. you give her what she wants immediately, intertwining your fingers with hers. she holds on tight, as if scared that you’ll disappear.

you slide a third in alongside the other two, and the girl underneath you shudders. “sweet girl… so good, just laying there and taking it like you were born to.”

ellie squeaks, lifting her head a little. her short hair is sticking out in every which way, messy locks knotted and chaotic looking. “you’re fu-fucking insane.”

you finally let the smug, satisfied smirk fall over your face. “insane? so, you don’t like this? i guess i could stop, then…” you murmur, a teasing tone creeping into your voice.

“you should…” ellie agrees immediately, and before you can portray your confusion, voice your concern, she continues. “…so i can ride you to hell and back.”

oh.

it takes a moment for you to collect yourself after she says that, and you know she knows it, because that cocky little grin on her face speaks a million words.

“oh, you’re gonna ride me, hm?” you finally manage to say, praising yourself internally for sounding more collected than you actually feel. your stomach is churning with desire, vicious butterflies fluttering against your insides. you reach over and open your bottom bedside drawer, pulling something out and sliding off the bed momentarily to putting your legs through the straps of your harness.

“you bet your fuckin’ ass i’m g’na ride you.” she snips, always the fucking brat. she’s pulled herself into a sit by now, legs crossed, waiting for you to be ready to take her. her eyes are heavy, lips now red and bitten. ellie williams is a goddamned vision, one you’ll never stop getting breathless over.

you sit against the headboard, legs spread, cock dripping with the lube you’ve slicked against it. “c’mon then, baby.”

her face flushes — a bloom of color that only furthers the ball of heat at your core — and crawls over to you on her knees. a silly, clumsy, and unequivocally endearing maneuver that truly just makes you want to pull her in by the cheeks and kiss her deeply, deeply, deeply. ellie settles over you, legs open over your lap, face mere centimeters from yours.

“ready?” you ask softly, reaching up to stroke that freckled cheek. your other hand falls to her hipbone. she makes a sound of agreement and readies herself to sink down, but you grab her at the waist before she can. you look right into her perturbed gaze, lips pursed when you say “words, ellie.”

“yes,” she snaps, rolling her eyes, “you’re so- oh!” ellie goes to bitch, but the words are stolen from her mouth as you tug at her hips, sinking her onto your cock. you feel her dull, short nails scrape down your back as she drops down and a high, throaty noise sounds next to your ear.

“you’re perfect,” you praise her, running your hands up and down her sides in a soothing gesture. “always take me like a charm…”

“l-like i said,” ellie breathes out, voice still in a bratty lilt despite the unsteady stutter, “you are fucking insane.”

you thrust upwards — not experimentally, not testing the waters — in the way you know drives her crazy. a few slow, deep grinds, enough to leave her shuddering against you. steadily, she rises and falls, shaking breaths against your neck and wet kisses on your collarbone.

“tell me how you feel, ellie.” you request, soft and caring but also stern in the way that makes your girlfriend’s pace stutter.

“i… good,” ellie sighs, and when you cup her face in your hands her eyes, clenched shut, begin to open and you can see the clouded fog of arousal that is thrumming through her body.

as you thrust upwards, she moves her hips down — perfect synchronization only reachable from those madly in love. sweat beads on her temple and you kiss her, fucking into her heat and gently tugging the short hair at the base of her neck. ellie’s head tilts backwards and you leave wet kisses up her neck.

“fuck,” she pants, movements growing shakier and shakier as time goes on. “fuck, please touch me.” the words spill out of her mouth in a frantic jumble, desperate to feel more, more, more. you reach down and god is she soaked, wet enough to make it hard to find good friction on her clit, but she cries out in relief nonetheless. “i, i’m g’na cum,” she squeaks.

“go ‘head, baby,” you soothe, hand still moving between her legs. ellie’s so hot there that your stomach twists in agony at not being able to really feel your cock up her cunt.

she lets out this sweet little sound, something between a whimper and a choke, and her nails rake down your back again. she’s gasping for air, flying higher, higher, higher in the sky. and you touch her through it, rubbing circles around the hard button at her center like there’s no other way for you to survive.

“that’s it,” you coo at her, voice gentle and proud, “that’s it, pretty girl, i’ve got you.”

ellie sobs, swiveling her hips downwards and chasing the end of her high, one hand moving up to your neck before she leans in and kisses you. you kiss her back deeply, lovingly, slowing your movements as she calms down, as she comes down.

you stroke her messy auburn hair as she lays against the crook of your neck, breathing together, feeling each other.

“well god fucking damn,” ellie eventually rumbles, voice dry and sounding thoroughly debauched. “good game, dude.”

“…i am balls deep inside you and you say good game, dude…” you smile to yourself. an idea. “nice play, sport.”

[pastelclovds]

breeding kink w/ mitsuri kanroji~ ♡

(dom!gn!amab!reader)

mitsuri was always stunning to you. her past lovers were fools to believe that she was anything less than perfection. if only they were to see her now, then perhaps they would consider taking her back. but unfortunately for them, you would never let them have mitsuri. because now-

"p-please- ah! hah, let me cum darling!" mitsuri was your angel. her ass was littered with bite marks and strands of her slick that stuck to your pelvis everytime she thrusts her pussy to the hilt of your cock. mitsuri's back arched when the head of your dick hit her pleasure spot that made her see stars.

mitsuri’s legs tightened around your thighs and put her hands on her chest to play with her nipples as she continued to ride you, desperately wanting to reach her climax. If only you could see her pretty face twist and turn every time your cock abused her sweet, tight, walls.

slaps of skin against skin and the lewd squelching of mitsuri's pussy taking your dick filled the room alongside her whiney breaths and begging. "i'm so close! please f-fill me up- nghhh! i-i don't care if i get pregnant, just cum with me!" mitsuri pleads breathlessly. deciding on having mercy on your angel, you smack her ass, watching as it jiggles and mitsuri lets out a loud squeal before grabbing her thighs and pulling her legs up to her quivering boobs and began to mercilessly thrust up into her wet cunt.

"dirty angel, wanting me to finish inside her and get her pregnant. are you really that cockdrunk?" mitsuri yelps out a confirmation, her eyes rolling to the back of her head as she tried to grind against your pounding. "ah ah ah-! i n-need your warmth! need your baby! f-fuck- i'm gonna, g-gonna!" mitsuri couldn't warn you fast enough as she was creaming around your cock, her slick squirting onto your bedsheets.

you didn't stop, you kept railing into mitsuri's used pussy, her drooling smile and lidded eyes fueling your goal to stuffing her pussy until she was bred. her walls squeezing your cock like a vice helped you reach your release, and you thrust yourself deep and filled her pussy to the brim. colors danced behind mitsuri's closed eyes as she felt your mixed releases leave her loose cunt, making a bigger mess on your sheets.

you breath out heavily, but you couldn’t help your lips curling into a smirk. mitsuri gasps when your fingers slither down to thumb her swollen clit, "think you can handle another round, angel?" you were very different from your angel, you were a greedy demon. a demon that mitsuri lets herself get ravished by, and will continue to let you use her like a thoughtless cumdump.

[kisakis-boyfriend]

Husband Ajax HCs

Husband!Ajax who proposed during a sparring match. Yes, you read that right — Ajax asked you to marry him while his nose bled all over the ground and your weapons clashed; causing literal sparks to fly between yourselves.

Husband!Ajax who's ecstatic when you agree to visit his family after your engagement. You've been over there plenty of times when you two were friends, and after you started dating, but this is a pretty big milestone.

Husband!Ajax who never really leaves the "honeymoon phase" of your relationship. Every second spent by your side feels just as special as the last.

Husband!Ajax whose love language is spending time with you, buying take-out and spending the night at your place, and being affectionate with you.

Husband!Ajax who smiles so brightly when you surprise him with your cooking. Especially if you learn some recipes from his homeland, or ones that his mother makes.

Husband!Ajax who will gladly hold you and listen whenever you're feeling upset. And when you do the same for him, Ajax may just cry harder when you treat him this gently.

Husband!Ajax (in modern times) who definitely has a picture of you as his phone wallpaper. And several candid shots of you laughing or smiling that he treasures and looks at whenever he needs a pick-me-up.

Husband!Ajax who's such a family oriented man — he cries and pleads for you to knock him up. His torso is pressed against the mattress, hips held up by your tight grip as Ajax takes the pounding of a lifetime, begging to have your babies.

Husband!Ajax who has mad stamina… sometimes it's hard to keep up with, but he's so sweet and will happily accommodate you when you need a break.

Husband!Ajax who adores when you get feisty and manhandle him. Treat him like a ragdoll during sex, and he may cum so hard that his entire being just…short circuits.

Husband!Ajax who's so loud during anything related to sex. So loud… Ajax is loud when you're making out, when you're giving him a blowjob/handjob, when he's giving you a blowjob/handjob, when you're softly fucking him, when you're bruising his prostate, when you're making romantic love to him. He's just excited and can't hold in the noises that you wring out of him~

Husband!Ajax who welcomes toys into your sex life — because you're too good at finding the things that squeeze out all of his best reactions. Vibrators are his favourite, even though you always make him cum in his pants while he's working/in the middle of combat (not that the latter is a difficult task…)

[cleolovesrin]

Hiori as the sadist he is can he be teasing m!reader whole day and then later on gets pegged (he achieved exactly what he wanted) (only soon realised that once hes out of the trance and his mind has recovered from having his guts rearranged and mind blanked out silly) (I love your work pls don't explode and live as a micro ash for the rest of your life)

NO SHARING

sub! hiori yo x dom! male! reader

— cw: aged up characters, degredation, anal sex, dacryphilia, very rough hate sex hmm yeah, breeding, ass slapping, mentions of bruising, reader is just rough in general, lmk if i missed something!

— a/n: hiori is so mmm, i like how he’s such a sadist while looking so breedable lmao. neways thank u sm! dw i wont explode, i still have to write men crying <3

— MINORS DNI. Not proofread, will encounter grammar and typo errors.

Hiori is absolutely and intentionally tormenting the shit out of you— and oh, did it made your blood boil. He always made sure to bend over and arch his back sluttier when you were around. Making sure to find a way to brush his ass to your hips in the most subtle way. His hands though, they’re always on your body whenever no one was looking.

His body screamed at you to touch him, which you almost did. But once your hand was about to reach him— he pulled away, doing something else far from you.

At first, you thought it was just some light teasing. You can handle that, sure. He always did that, you knew he loved teasing you.

Until he started to act clingy to Isagi,

And Karasu.

You knew he was just teasing you— testing you. But of course, as the absolutely head over heels boyfriend you are; you couldn’t help but let your blood boil with pure jealousy.

You think you just popped a vein on the forehead when he caressed Karasu’s arm, as if you weren’t in front of him the whole time. Or when he completely ignored you, going over you to talk to Isagi.

You honestly thought he was genuinely upset with you— but when you saw the subtle smirk on his lips when he looked, seeing your agitated face every time. Enjoying every moment of your struggle.

It was hard to have a boyfriend so sadistic,

But honestly— you’re just as sadistic as him.

Practice has ended, now you’re driving home. With him on the passenger seat, uncomfortably quiet now.

He just now realized you were beyond pissed, seeing how you stayed quiet the whole time on the way home. Your jaw clenched, hand gripping the steering wheel until your veins were popping, and more importantly— you had a raging glare when you glanced at him.

And Hiori honestly thought it was so hot, a warm feeling growing a tent on his pants as he watched your large hands gripped the steering wheels— will you choke him that hard later?

He cleared his throat awkwardly at the thought, hands trembling while reaching for the keys in his pocket. Now standing in front of the door of your shared apartment. His heart thumping— not knowing if he should rush to open the door or not.

And immediately, the moment the door clicked open— your hand gripped the back of his neck. Throwing him inside like easy weight.

His body stumbled forward, but just as he was about to fall, you pulled on his hair and guided him to the living room. He whimpered when he felt your death grip on his light blue hair, dragging his body as if he wasn’t a six foot athlete. Feeling so little when you threw him on the edge of the couch.

His body bended over the edge of the couch, his face hitting the couch seat while his legs trembled and hung in front of you.

Without second to waste, your hand collided with his clothed ass. He flinched at the sudden contact, the hairs on his arm standing at how rough you treated him.

You pulled down his pants and underwear in one swift move, his pale ass wiggling as it hit the cold air. A quiet whine escaped his lips as you kept slapping his ass. He tried pulling away, but you grabbed his hips and kept slapping harder.

“[n- name]…” Hiori cried out, his pale ass turning a dark shade of pink from the countless of slaps his ass had received.

“This is what you wanted, right? Don’t tell me you’re backing out now.”

You gave him a harsher slap, his hips trembling and his hard dick twitching in anticipation.

You also pulled down your pants and underwear with one swift motion. Your hard length bouncing out, tip had a burning red shade while precum dripped out of it. You placed the tip on his rim, while he moaned at the sticky feeling of your leaking tip.

“Take it all like a good boy.”

You spread his ass cheeks apart, revealing his twitching hole more exposed. Lining your cock to his hole, you groaned as you entered with one swift thrust. Forcing your length in side his tight walls— not even giving him the time to prep.

Hiori let out a pained moan, his voice echoing throughout your apartment. He arched his ass and pushed his ass away due to the pain.

But you grabbed his hips and pushed him back to your cock, while your own hips snapping towards his roughly. Your cock pushing deep down inside him, tip kissing his prostate while his tight walls pushed your cock in— gummy and wet walls swallowing you whole.

You groaned in pleasure then smacked his ass. Hiori on the other hand, was already fucked out— despite the fact you still aren’t moving your hips. His legs trembling and he was already gripping the couch pillow for his dear life.

“You know that I don’t like sharing what’s mine, Yo.”

You slowly dragged your cock out of him, stopping exactly when the tip was the only thing inside him. Hiori arched his back, moaning in pleasure as you cock grazed all the right spots. His legs trembled uncontrollably and his small cock started to twitch. An immediate knot inside his stomach started to unknot— his pink tip started to squirt out so much cum.

Seeing how he came, his body shaking and his shaky moans— all happening just because you dragged your cock out of him. A small grin curled your lips, knowing that a simple move could ruin him.

“I’m gonna ruin you until you can only slut yourself up with me. And me only.”

You snapped your hips and thrusted in one go. Your tip kissing deep inside him again. Then, your hips started moving erratically. Ravaging his insides like a rabid animal. Your hips kept moving faster and faster, pounding inside his tight walls with an unforgiving phase.

Hiori screamed out a moan, shocking himself at the sudden thrusts. His dick started to twitch again— another round of thick, white liquid squirting out of its tip.

His ass bounced with every thrust, his ass turning a dark magenta color from your slapping earlier and your hips slamming against his roughly. His pale ass painted now with a large evidence of your roughness.

The couch was moving and creaking along with your thrusts. Struggling to keep still from your rough movements.

You moaned out, feeling his tight walls squeezing you, yet still not stopping your thrusts, forcing your cock through his tightening walls. Loud squelching noises filled your apartment, your precum acting as lube from your rough thrusts.

While Hiori sobbed out in pleasure, tears streaming down his face while he stuck his tongue out— struggling to breathe out because of your large cock reaching deep inside.

His face was pinned down by your hand, while the other held his hips up. Fucking him while his body laid like a rag doll. Body only moving if you moved, his back bending with each thrust. An animalistic grin plastered on your face as you thrusted harder.

And faster, and rougher. Giving him no room for recovery with every thrust.

“I’m cumming.” You grunted out, your length feeling even more sensitive as it neared your orgasm. Your hips losing its rhythm, yet thrusting harder and faster. Your loud thrusts still not stopping.

Hiori kept on moaning your name like a chant, rolling his teary eyes back as he felt his prostate abused relentlessly. Drooling over the couch as his mind couldn’t comprehend the pleasure and roughness all at once.

His dick twitched again, he whimpered at the feeling of stimulation all over again. Legs started writhing and his body shook like a leaf. His tip squirting out a thin, white liquid.

You slapped his ass again, earning a moan from him. You kept on pounding deep inside— his inside getting rearranged for hours now.

A moan escaped your lips as a knot formed inside your stomach. Your hips thrusting as deep as you can, tip buried inside his guts.

Your tip started releasing a thick, warm load inside. Filling him up to the brim— his walls now painted with your heavy cum. Breeding him dumb, as he let out a meek moan.

You pulled away, satisfied with the sight of his bruised ass all wet and hips trembling along with his gaped hole leaking out your cum. Slapping his ass one more time, making his hips twitch and your cum leaked out even more.

He whimpered, slowly realizing how fucked out he was. Too lost in pleasure to even notice he was sticking his tongue out the whole time. The feeling of your thick cum inside him and the after feeling of getting fucked so hard lingered. His hole twitching and gaped— all because of your huge cock.

“You’re mine. Only mine, my slut.”

[ornithicwen]

𝜗𝜚 photography ‧₊˚ ⊹

꩜ pair ; mr. reca x male reader

✧ tags ; taking intimate pictures, subbottom mr. reca, domtop reader, sex toys (vibrator usage), dacryphilia, edging, mentions of bites and bruises, slapping, begging

Photography was one thing, capturing fleeting moments not just in memory, but also in pictures. It was your passion, but using it during sex? It wasn’t something that you’d ever considered— at least, not until you met Mr. Reca.

Everything about him intrigued you, from his appearance and presence to the way he carried himself as one of the mighty director of the universe. But now, as you sat on your chair, camera in hand, the image before you couldn’t be further from his usual self.

You never intended to use it for anything beyond its original purpose. But things changed when he entered your world of art. Now, he wasn’t just a subject; he became the center of your existence, your muse in every sense.

As you scrolled through the various pictures, ignoring the cries and sobs that escaped from the man, the thought of imprinting him on every passion you hold dear makes you want to hold even his life. As if the mere click of the shutter was no longer just the sound of a photography being taken, but also the sound of you claiming him, capturing his essence, and weaving him into every piece of everything you loved.

It was a turn in your life you had never anticipated, a path you hadn’t intended to tread. But as you scrolled through the pictures on your camera, one caught your eye— a perfection. You pressed onto it, your thumb hovering for a brief second before marking it as a favorite.

“Mr. Reca,” you called softly, lifting your gaze from the camera to look at your beloved. He was on his knees on the bed, his flushed cheeks and parted lips betraying the pleasure that coursed through him as the toy vibrated deep inside of him. A whimper escaped him as he tilted his head toward you, the haze in his head interrupted by the sound of your voice.

“What do you think of this one?” You ask him, rising from your chair and holding up the camera to show him the photo you’d just taken a few moments ago. His hair was disheveled, his teary eyes rolled back, and drool dribbled down the corner of his mouth. His skin was flushed with red, adorned with bite marks and bruises. “Pretty good, don’t you think?” you teased with a grin. He tried to respond, but only a soft moan escaped him, his body trembling under your lustful gaze.

“Please, [YN],” he sobbed, his voice cracking under the weight of his desperation. Even saying your name was a struggle, not with the vibrator buried deep inside him, its medium setting relentlessly tormenting him, gazing those sensitive spits but never enough to tip him over the edge. “Please… let me cum,” he cried, his tear-streaked face turning up to you, eyes glossy with need. His pleading carried hope and prayer— a silent prayer for mercy.

However, you were not merciful. Instead, a sharp slap met his cheek, the sting making him gasp as his head snapped to the side. The sound echoed through the room, leaving only his broken sobs to fill the silence. “Not yet,” you murmured coldly, watching as his tears fell faster, his body trembling.

“Naughty boy,” you growled as you grabbed his chin, forcing him to meet your gaze. His trembling lips parted, a soft gasp escaping him. “What did I tell you?” you frowned, your thumb pressing firmly against his lower lip, feeling the warmth of his shaky breath as he shook his head.

“I’m sorry, Master,” he stammered, his voice barely a whisper. However, the apology wasn’t enough. Not for you. And he knew it.

“Master, please, I’m so sorry— ah!” His apology was abruptly cut off as a strangled cry tore from his throat. You had switched the vibrator to its maximum setting, the remote now in your hand where the camera was previously held. He didn’t even noticed the chance until now.

“Please! It’s— hng!— too m-much..! he begged, his voice breaking as his body convulsed under the vibrations. His hand clutched desperately at the sheets, knuckles turning white from the strain. He wanted to reach out, to touch you, but he didn’t dare. The unspoken rule hung heavy in the air— if he so much as laid a finger on you without permission, there would be consequences.

“It’s okay, puppy,” you cooed softly, a smile gracing your lips as you gently caressed his tear-streaked cheek. Your knee sank unto the soft mattress as you moved closer. “You can touch me,” you murmured, and his hands flew to your shoulders, gripping tightly.

You could feel him trembling and as your gaze lowered, you could see his cock twitch uncontrollably, aching for release. A sly smirk tugged at your lips as your hand lowered before slapping the tip of his cock, the sharp sound cutting through his cries.

His reaction was immediate— his head snapped back, his eyes rolling with a loud scream. His body convulsed, and he came. Hard. His release spilled out in thick pulses, his grip on your shoulders tightening briefly before his arms gave out, leaving him overstimulated as the vibrator further continued.

Finally, you turned the vibrator off, and he collapsed onto the bed. His chest heaved as he tried to catch his breath, relief washing over his face when he thought that it was finally over. But that was short-lived.

Without warning, you grabbed his hips and flipped him over, positioning him on all fours. “W-wait—“ he was caught off as his flushed face pressed against the sheets as he whimpered, already overstimulated when he felt the tip of your cock on his rim. “I’d like to help myself,” you purred, slapping your cock against his asscheeks teasingly.

Suddenly, your cock slid deep inside him in one swift motion, his walls clenching instinctively around you, making you groan. A loud, broken moan escaped his lips as his body convulsed, and he came, again. His release spilled onto the sheets beneath him, his trembling arms barely holding him up as you began to move, arms wrapping around his fragile body as you continued to finally fuck him.

What a long night it will be.

[eve209]

~Your beautiful baby~

LEVI ACKERMAN X TOP MALE READER

!WARNINGS!- Fluff, soft but rough sex, comfort, pet names, semi-riding??, crying (outside of sex), and age gap (your 29, Levi’s 36)

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Levi hated it. He hated everything. After the war, he was pretty obviously roughed up. Losing his ability to walk, several scars across his face, and missing both the index and middle fingers on his right hand was pretty bad for a strong soldier like him.

He hated it…he hated that he needed help with pretty much everything now. He hated that he had to call out your name for everything. Don’t get me wrong, he loves you…so so much but he feels like he’s taking your life away from you. No matter how many time you tell him that he isn’t he wouldn’t listen.

“Come on baby, let’s go take a showe” you said, walking over and picking him up your guys bed. “Put me down you brat….” He said, mad again, “I wanna do it myself.”

You sigh and continue walking to the bathroom, “Put me down damn it!” He says. Fuck, why does he have to be so difficult? “Baby no, let me wash you and we can go to bed.” You say as you look down at him with a sad face.

You hear sniffing and small little whimpers coming from levi. You at him, your eyes widen, “baby…why are you crying?” You say in a worried voice. “I-I hate y-you…” he says in a whisper. You sit him down on the bed and ask him, “why baby, what’s wrong?”. It’s not everyday that you see thee Levi Ackerman cry. And you were scared. Shitless.

“I-I fucking h-hate you...” He says looking at you. Is he actually crying? Ok now you were scared cause what the fuck. You don’t know what to do, so you hug his waist and squeeze him tight, whispering, “tell me baby…what’s wrong?”

“P-please go….i want you to g-go…”. You look at him, grabbing his cheeks with one hand to make him look at you and ask, “why baby? talk to me. Why are you crying?”. Levi calms down, looks at you and starts to say, “I want you to leave me…I want you to live the new life everyone fought for…”.

You sigh and look up at him, rolling your eyes before saying, “Y’know I’m not going to do that, right? No matter what you say I’m not going.” You look at him again and rub the sides of his waist before adding on, “Tell me, what’s goin on in that sweet mind of yours?”

He sighs, wraps his arms around your neck, and kisses your forehead before saying, “I want you to go live..I’m taking your life away from you and I want you to experience the new things that were brought to us, I hate that I can’t go one second without you…and I know you didn’t wanna be a care taker when you signed up for this relationship.” He says, squeezing his arms around your neck more. “I hate that I can’t do anything for you or without you…I can’t change my clothes, I can’t take a shower, I can’t eat most of the time and I can’t do anything for you during sex..”

You giggle and burry your face in his neck, “what do you not like about sex? And I thought you liked taking showers with me….��� You say fake frowning and looking up at Levi.

He hits your head, rolls his eyes and rests his cheek on your head before saying, “I do like taking showers with you but I know you wanna have some privacy sometimes…and I hate just laying there and not doing anything to pleasure you during….sex”

You laugh and squeeze Levi more but still gentle, “You give me more pleasure than you like hunny..” Levi frowns and looks at you while combing through your hair “Stop lying you brat” he saying kissing your forehead again.

“I’m not! Swear, you make me feel amazing and I’m happy with what we do, but if you’re not we can try something new…” You say, looking up at him.

Levi widens his eyes and blushes but tries to act normal, flicking your forehead and whispering, “You’re an idiot…”

“Come onnnnn…tell me~” you say smirking at him and sliding your hands up and down on the sides of his tummy. “What? Do you wanna ride me or something?”

Levi rolls his eyes and looks away with an annoyed look and a blush on his face. “Pfffff, wait did I guess it?” You say laughing and smiling at Levi looking away.

“Yeah” he said looking at you then turning away again. “So let’s do it!” You say, still on your knees next to the bed, looking at him with your arms on each side of your thighs and hands on his waist.

“H-huh, but how, I have no strength in my legs so I’ll have to use my arms which would take forever..” he says, looking down at you, a little bit of worry in his eyes.

“Don’t worry, I’ll help you a little bit.” You say moving the hair out of his face and kissing his lips. He moaned quietly as you pick him up and lay him on your lap as you lay on your back on the soft bed. Gripping his thighs as he holds your face roughly making out with you.

Levi breaks the kiss, looking at your eyes and waiting for what you want him to do. You catch your breath before asking, “Can I take off your pants baby? I wanna prep you first so it doesn’t hurt…” As you ask the question, you slowly rub circles on Levi’s waist to make him comfortable.

“Y-yeah that’s…fine” Levi says kissing you again, placing his small arms in between both of your guys chest. You close your eyes start to make out with him again, picking his bottom up to take off his pants and boxers. You blindly reach over to get the lube in the drawer and squirt some in your palm before squeezing Levi’s butt with the other hand.

“You ready?” You whisper into Levi’s ear, rubbing his back gently with the hand that was on his butt. “F-fuck, yeah I’m ready..” Levi says, giving you one last kiss before laying his face on your chest. You smile and gently slide two of your fingers in Levi’s ass. Levi whines louder, gripping on the white dress shirt you were still wearing. All Levi could think about was why the hell were your fingers so long and thick…

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After a couple of minutes of moaning, rough make outs, and a shit ton of fingering, you pull away from Levi’s mouth and whisper to his lips, “You think you’re ready baby?”. Levi nods, catching his breath before grabbing your face with two hands again and sharing a quick kiss before saying, “After your done putting your dick in my stomach, I do all the work got it?” You blush and nod before whispering, “Got it…”

He smirking and unbuttons your pants just for your dick to come out and starts to jerk you off slowly, “Already hard, huh?” He says chuckling. You bite your lip and lean your head back and immediately bringing it back up, just to see him grab the lube, putting a lot of the cold liquid on your dick before looking up at you with his tilted head, “what?” He says, confused on why you have been staring at him for the past 3 minutes…

“Nothing….you just look really pretty right now.” You say, smirking and rubbing the sides of his waist. “Shut up before I punch you in the balls.” He says, turning his annoyed face on but still not hiding his blush. You laugh and apologize before kissing his hand and telling him to continue.

Levi sighs and places his hands on your ab area while arching his back, looking down at you, and biting his lip. Honestly, He was thinking the same about you, he liked you under him a little more now that he thinks about it.

Levi leaves his right hand on your stomach, pushing his body up with all his strength and reaches behind him to grab your dick and sliding only your tip inside him. “S-shit…why the fuck do you keep growing your damn dick you brat?” Levi saying before taking a deep breath and sliding himself all the way damn on you. You chuckle as you observe Levi’s movements. God he’s gonna be the death of you, his body is so…elegant and beautiful you just can’t keep your eyes away from him. As he moves one of his arms to tuck his bangs behind his ear, you can see the bulge from his stomach. The whole outline of your dick was on display and it’s turning you on, a lottttt.

“I’m g-gonna move, got it big boy?” Levi says looking up at you, and using all his strength from his arms and slamming down on your cock.

You moan and throw your head back, “fuck baby c-calm down..” you say slightly grabbing his waist and taking some of his weight off to help him move better. Levi smirking at your reaction and starts to go faster. Bouncing on your cock like it’s the last time he ever will….moaning your name and kissing your forehead when he’s close enough too.

After what felt like forever, he slows down and places his hands on your own that was on his waist, looking up to you and saying “I’m t-tried…help me..” You smirk and start to move him up and down on your dick, making him slightly arch his back to hit his good spot…

“Fuck! G-good Boy (M/n)!….good b-boy..” he says, grabbing your waist and biting your lip to slide his tongue in. He moans, squeezing your shoulder to tell you he’s close and you get the signal, going faster. “G-god…cum inside me, o-ok?” He says kissing you in between words. “K baby…I will I promise..” you said grabbing his dick and jerking him off.

“S-Shit! Fuck I’m gonna cum! Please..~!” Levi said, trying to catch his breath before jumping on you harder. In a few seconds, Levi moans loud as hell and throws his head back, coming on both of your guys stomachs. You curse and slam his ass on you one more time before coming inside of him….

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He falls on your chest, breathing heavily as his legs shake. You bite your lip, throwing your head back and rubbing Levi’s back up and down. “You did good sweetheart…” you said, while pulling his body up more to hug his waist. He stuffs his face in your hair and kisses your head before whispering, “thank you…y-you too..”

You smile and kiss his collarbone before saying,

“i love you..” as you drift into sleep, to tried to clean up.

Levi squeezes your head and kisses you again before whispering, “I love you more baby…” as he drifts off to sleep as well. Feeling more safe than he’s ever been…in your arms.

[tsunaso]

hiii, I love ur writing, could u do a fic where Jason Todd is a mafia boss, and the male reader is his most loyal 'guard dog'? Jason literally treats him like one—giving him orders, rewarding him, keeping him close. Maybe there’s a moment where he calls male reader his 'dog,' and male reader just smirk and say, ‘Yeah? And who put the collar on me?’

thank u sm!

“BARK LIKE YOU WANT IT”

pairing. Sub!Mafia Boss!Jason Todd x Top!male reader

synopsis. In Gotham's underworld, Jason Todd holds the city by its throat. But every king has a dog at his heel—and M/n is loyal, brutal, and always watching. Jason calls him a mutt. But he forgets one thing—who put the collar on who? — 2.3k

warnings. Guard Dog AU, mdni, nsfw, amab reader, dubcon, possessive behavior, praise kink, degradation kink, minor physical restraint, mutual obsession, mafia politics, overstimulation, powerplay, collar kink, facefucking, blowjob, spitting, choking, humiliation, breeding kink, dirty talk, oral fixation, crying, subspace, manhandling, aftercare

Jason Todd ruled Gotham’s underground like it owed him blood. And in many ways—it did.

The Red Hood Syndicate didn’t move without his order. Rivals were ghosts before they made it to sunrise. Contracts vanished. Witnesses disappeared. And yet, for all the stories about Jason Todd’s brutality, his trigger temper, his high body count—

There was one man even the worst of the underworld feared more.

His shadow.

His guard dog.

You.

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"You’re late."

Jason’s voice was sharp, not raised, but biting all the same as you stepped into his office, the double doors clicking shut behind you. You didn’t answer him. You never did when he was in one of his moods—irritable, pacing, hands stuffed into his pockets, a fresh line of blood drying down the corner of his jaw like he forgot to clean it off.

Or didn’t care.

He looked you up and down once. His mouth twisted slightly.

"You smell like smoke."

You stared, unbothered. "I burned a man alive in his own Porsche tonight. You wanted it done quiet."

He laughed. Dry. A little sharp around the edges.

“Messy job for quiet work.”

“Your note said ‘make it hurt.’ So I did.”

Jason stopped pacing. The city light from the penthouse windows caught across his eyes—green-blue, sharp as broken glass. He licked his lips once, slow. Then, “Come here.”

You didn’t hesitate.

Your boots echoed on the polished floor, each step solid. Intentional. Controlled. You moved like a weapon kept in a velvet box—danger tucked into civility, teeth beneath tailored suits.

Jason sat on the edge of his desk as you approached. Still calm. Still composed.

But his fingers twitched once where they gripped the edge of the wood. You saw it. You always did.

“You want to be praised?” he asked, tilting his head, voice half-daring.

"No." Your tone was even, flat, as you stopped in front of him. “I want you to stop testing me.”

Jason’s smile twitched. “But you’re so good when I do.”

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It was like this. Always.

The tension. The push-pull.

He gave the orders. You obeyed. He treated you like property—his muscle, his executioner, his dog. And you let him.

But Jason, arrogant as he was, had always mistaken obedience for submission.

And that was going to cost him.

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His hand lifted to your collar, two fingers brushing the sharp seam of your dress shirt. His knuckles grazed your throat, casual. Thoughtless.

But that’s where his control ended.

Your hand closed around his wrist.

His eyes jumped to yours, sharp with surprise—but not fear. Never fear.

“You like to call me your dog,” you said, low and measured. Your grip tightened just slightly—not enough to hurt, but enough to make him still. "Throw me scraps. Snap your fingers. Expect me to sit."

Jason’s breath hitched. Just a little.

Your voice dipped, threading a heat beneath the threat. "You like pretending I belong to you."

He didn’t speak. Didn’t need to. His mouth was parted, his pupils wide, and every inch of him was screaming yes.

"So let me ask you something, Todd." You leaned in, lips brushing the shell of his ear, voice dark with knowing.

"Who put the collar on me?"

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Jason shivered.

It was subtle—but it was there.

The slow exhale. The twitch of his thigh muscles. The flush creeping into his neck that had nothing to do with anger and everything to do with being caught.

Owned.

He swallowed thickly. His hands clenched into fists against the desk.

And you—still gripping his wrist—lowered your mouth to his throat and let your teeth drag just beneath his jaw. Not biting. Not yet.

Just reminding.

Of what?

Of everything.

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He jolted slightly under your touch. A sharp inhale. A curse under his breath. Then his voice—thin, almost petulant:

“You’re supposed to take orders.”

Your smirk was razor-edged.

“I do. Because I want to.”

Your grip dropped. But you didn’t move back.

Instead, you leaned in closer.

Jason didn’t flinch. He never did. But his breathing was heavier now, pulse hammering against his throat—visible. Vulnerable.

"You bark all day, but when I get too close," you whispered, dragging your hand down his thigh with deliberate slowness, "you start to sound like a mutt that wants to be bred, not obeyed."

Jason made a sound in his throat. Half-growl, half-gasp.

"Fuck you."

You grinned.

“You’d beg.”

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He hated how much it was true.

He could sit on his throne all day—snapping orders, collecting blood money, running the city from his penthouse and dark alleys—but when you stepped into the room?

He was something smaller. Simmering. Waiting.

He wanted you to tear it out of him. To push him back onto the desk, force his legs open, make him say please.

You didn’t even need to touch him to get him there. He was already half hard just from your voice in his ear.

And you knew it.

You always fucking knew it.

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“You don’t really want a guard dog,” you said, low against his throat. “You want a muzzle. You want a leash you can wrap around your own throat when no one’s looking.”

Jason’s fingers twitched again—this time reaching.

But not for a weapon.

For you.

And you let him. Just this once.

You let him grab your shirt, let him yank you in like he was desperate for something he couldn’t name. Your hand slid up the back of his neck, tangled in his hair, pulled his head back until he was looking up at you—eyes hooded, breathing uneven.

You watched his mouth part.

You watched the fight bleed out of his body.

And then, just loud enough to ruin him—

"Good boy."

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The leash comes first.

Black leather, clean and heavy, pulled from your coat pocket like you were always planning to use it.

Because you were.

You knew Jason would mouth off. You knew he’d call you his dog again.

So now you’re going to make sure he was your bitch instead.

You’re sitting on his desk, legs spread, Jason on his knees between them—cheeks flushed, eyes glassy. Still pretending to be angry. Still acting like he’s got pride left.

"Take your shirt off."

He hesitates. Barely. Then obeys. Peels it off like it’s armor, like maybe the fabric will hold him together.

It won’t.

You pull the collar tight around his throat and let the buckle snap into place. His breath catches.

"Doesn’t it suit you?" you murmur, thumb brushing the pulse at his neck. "No tie. No suit. Just a collar. That’s how I like you."

Jason mutters something low under his breath.

You grab his jaw. “What was that?”

His mouth twists, defiant. So pretty like this. “Fuck you.”

You smirk. “You’ll get there.”

You shove two fingers into his mouth before he can talk back. He chokes slightly, but glares up at you through his lashes. You drag them deeper, until his throat works around the intrusion and his spit starts to run down his chin.

"You wanted to talk back?" you murmur. "Then earn the right to use your mouth."

Jason moans around your fingers, eyes fluttering.

His knees shift. He’s already grinding down against the floor, trying to rub the ache building in his pants. You grab a fistful of his hair and yank—his eyes fly open.

"Are you hard just from choking on my fingers?" you whisper. "Are you going to cum from being used like a toy, Jay?"

He shakes his head. He wants to say no. But you curl your fingers around the collar, tug—not hard. Just enough.

He whimpers.

"That’s what I thought."

You unzip. Jason’s eyes drop, hungry. You slap your cock against his cheek, watching the weight of it sink in before gripping his hair again.

"Open."

He does. Mouth wide, eager.

You sink in slow—and he moans. Not a groan. Not a grunt. A real, ruined moan, like he’s been waiting for this all week.

"You love this, don’t you?" you growl, hips pushing forward until he gags. "Love being on your knees like some two dollar whore. Mouth wide open. Ready to be used."

Jason’s face is dripping. Spit down his chin, lips stretched wide, pupils blown. He nods. He nods.

You grab the leash.

Just the feel of it in your hand makes him shudder.

You wrap it around your fist and pull. Not hard. Just enough.

"Good boy," you murmur.

Then you start fucking his throat.

He chokes.

Of course he does.

You don’t stop.

You let him gag, let his shoulders shake, let his tears spill over—he loves it. He’s rutting against the floor now, desperate, whining around your dick like you’re the only thing he needs to breathe.

"You gonna cum just from getting facefcked like a bitch?" you hiss.

Jason nods—fast, frantic.

You laugh. Spit in his mouth. Slap his cheek. Pull the leash again and hold him there while your hips snap forward with brutal rhythm.

When you pull out, he’s wrecked. His jaw is hanging open, tongue out, spit dripping down his neck. And he looks gorgeous like this.

You grab his face. Make him look at you.

“Say it.”

He pants. "Wh-what?"

"Say who owns you."

Jason hesitates—just a second.

Then: "You."

"Say it louder."

"You fucking own me," he moans. "I’m yours. I’m your fucking dog."

You grin.

"Now beg to get fucked."

He doesn't even pause.

“Please,” he gasps. “Please use me. Please, I—I need it—I’ll be good, I swear, just—please.”

And just like that, Jason Todd—the Red Hood, the most feared boss in Gotham—is on all fours, begging for the dick you’re about to be giving him.

Face red. Lips swollen. Hair stuck to his forehead. He’s panting now, thighs trembling as he tries to hold himself together, cock hard and leaking with no relief. The collar glints under the light, tight around his throat, leash trailing from your fist like a reminder.

Jason Todd doesn’t look like a mafia boss anymore.

He looks like a dog.

And he’s about to get treated like one.

“Get up,” you say.

He moves. Clumsy. Obedient. You shove him over the desk, chest flat, ass up, back arching perfect for you. The position makes him groan.

His pants are already gone. You never gave them back.

His thighs part without being told.

Ready.

“You were begging so sweet a second ago,” you murmur, palming his ass. “What happened to all that pride, Boss?”

Jason bites his lip. Doesn’t answer.

So you slap his ass. Loud. Sharp.

He jolts. “F-fuck—!”

“You forget how to talk?” you growl, leaning in close, letting your weight press into him from behind. “You forget who owns this?”

Your fingers drag down to his entrance. Wet. Twitching.

Jason gasps. “N-No—no, I know—I know—”

“Then say it.”

You shove two fingers inside him without warning. He screams. His back arches off the desk, legs shaking instantly.

“Fucking say it.”

“You—y-you own me,” he moans. “Please, please—I'm your fucking toy—”

You laugh against his ear.

“Yeah, you are.”

You press your cock to his slicked-up hole, teasing, dragging the head against him until he’s shivering and whining, back arched beautifully. The moment you press in—

He sobs.

"F-fuck—you're big—slow, slow—"

You don't go slow.

You grip the leash and pull as you sink in, one sharp thrust that fills him to the hilt. Jason’s scream gets buried in the desk wood, his fists clutching the edges like he’s trying to ground himself.

"You’re taking it," you growl. "Every inch. Just like you begged for."

Jason moans—high, desperate.

You start fucking into him, pace unrelenting, cock pistoning in and out as his hole squeezes around you so tight it hurts. He’s already leaking onto the desk, leaving a wet spot beneath him.

“Gonna cum like this?” you hiss. “No hands, no touch—just getting bred like the good bitch you are?”

He nods frantically, words lost in sobs and moans.

You feel the tremble before you hear the whimper.

Jason’s voice cracks. His whole body shudders. And then—his cock twitches untouched, shooting over the desk as his body clamps down around you.

He’s crying now. Quiet, desperate.

“C-Came—fuck, I came—”

You don’t stop.

“You think we’re done?” you growl, voice filthy. “You begged for it. Now fucking take it.”

You grab the leash, twist it around your fist, and pull his head back as you thrust harder, pounding into his overstimulated, raw hole until he’s a sobbing wreck on the wood, dripping and broken. You feel it building. Heat low in your spine. Jason’s still twitching, every thrust making his legs shake, tongue hanging out as he begs for more, whimpers turning breathless.

“You want it?” you growl. “Want me to fill you up?”

Jason nods frantically, barely coherent.

“Fucking say it.”

“Please—please cum in me—want it—need your cum—breed me—!”

You snarl, bury yourself to the hilt, and let go.

Hot, thick, endless—you spill into him like you’re trying to mark him from the inside out. Jason gasps, back arching beautifully as he milks you, his hole clenching greedily with every spurt of release.

The air reeks of sweat, sex, and ownership.

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He collapses the second you pull out, limp and twitching, cum leaking down his thighs in thick streaks. His face is flushed. His eyes are barely open.

You wipe him clean with your handkerchief. Gently.

You kiss his shoulder once. Then his temple.

He breathes slow. Even. Peaceful.

And the collar? You don’t take it off.

You brush your fingers over it softly, smirking.

“You looked better on your knees than you ever did behind a desk.”

Jason—wrecked, dazed, marked from the inside out—manages a breathy laugh.

“Then put my name on the fucking tag next time.”

[carnalcrows]

FREAKY ON CAMERA - MYUNG-GI

pairing: myunggi x top male reader

synopsis: Your batchmate looks familiar. Almost too familiar for your own good

content warnings: 18+, college!AU, bottom myunggi, camboy myunggi, full nelson, breeding, creampie, drunk sex, dubcon recording.

word count: 1.9k

A/N: req, but i changed it around a little 😭😭

giggle333 is live.

You sat up straighter, quickly plugging in your headphones as the stream loaded. And there he was—shirtless, his toned chest on full display, that familiar birthmark just above his heart making your stomach flip. His voice, low and teasing, filled your ears.

The party wasn’t for another hour, and you were sprawled out on your bed, phone in hand, scrolling through notifications. The dull hum of your roommates chatting in the kitchen barely registered as you opened the app—your favorite app, the one you never mentioned to anyone. 

 “Missed me, didn’t you?” he said with a smirk, leaning closer to the camera. His hands trailed down his torso, and you couldn’t help but bite your lip. This guy was intoxicating, an enigma who never showed his face but somehow had you—and thousands of others—completely hooked.

The comments flooded in:

@User89: God, I’d sell my soul for a glimpse of your face. @Horny4Giggle Take it off already! @Me: We definitely missed you. Don't tease us too much.

You chuckled at your own boldness, even though you knew he’d never see it among the sea of messages. Still, the way he leaned back with a wicked grin, in a way that carefully covered his eyes–his identity, somehow made you feel like he was looking right at you.

“Patience,” he purred, his fingers grazing his jaw. “Good things come to those who wait.

His hand slowly trails all the way down his torso, inching towards the hem of his trackpants, slowly sliding them off to reveal his hardened length, glossy at the tip with pre-cum. It stood proudly, with a prominent vein travelling from the base to the head.

He wraps his fingers around the base, slowly bringing them up to meet the head, before sliding them back down. As he jerked off, his other hand held a blunt– lazily moving it from finger to finger as the mild smoke filled the room, occasionally taking a puff.

God– he was really fucking hot.

You’d completely lost track of time when your roommate banged on your door.

“Hey! Are you coming or what? Party’s starting!”

You yanked out your headphones, your heart racing from a mix of guilt and excitement. “Yeah, yeah, I’m coming!” you shouted back, quickly closing the app.

The party was already in full swing by the time you arrived, a cacophony of laughter, bad karaoke, and the faint, questionable smell of spilled beer wafting through the air. It was one of those nights where everyone seemed to forget they had papers due, part-time jobs to show up for, or any semblance of self-respect. Naturally, you let yourself get swept up in the chaos because who were you to argue with free booze and bad decisions?

You’d come with a group of friends, but somewhere between your second and third shot, they’d vanished into the throng of students. Which left you to your own devices. Not a great idea, if you were being honest.

“I’m gonna live forever!” one of your batchmates shouted, launching themselves into an ill-advised beer pong dive that sent cups flying. You cringed and grabbed another drink to distract yourself.

It was then that your eyes landed on Myung-gi. He was leaning casually against the counter, nursing a drink and looking like he’d rather be anywhere else. Myung-gi had that mysterious, brooding vibe that seemed to get everyone’s attention, including yours. The guy rarely spoke to anyone unless he had to, and even then, it was usually in short, clipped sentences that somehow made him even more intriguing.

You, however, were a little too drunk to care about the “don’t bother me” energy he radiated. “Hey, Myung-gi!” you called out, sidling up to him.

He raised an eyebrow, barely looking at you. “What?”

“Why’re you standing here like someone forced you to attend your own funeral? This is supposed to be fun.”

“This is fun,” he deadpanned, taking a slow sip from his cup.

“Wow,” you said, mock-impressed. “You’re like a walking carnival.”

He gave you a flat look, but the corner of his mouth twitched, and you counted that as a win.

Hours later, the party showed no signs of slowing down, but you and Myung-gi somehow ended up stumbling into an empty bedroom together. You weren’t even sure how it happened—one moment, you were arguing over the merits of pineapple on pizza (he was staunchly against it), and the next, you were closing the door behind you to block out the noise.

“This room is so damn hot,” Myung-gi muttered, tugging at the collar of his shirt.

“You’re just drunk,” you replied, slumping onto the bed.

Ignoring you, he pulled his shirt off and tossed it onto the chair. That’s when you saw it—the birthmark. A distinct shape, just above his heart. The same birthmark you’d seen countless times before on your favorite camboy’s chest.

You froze, your alcohol-addled brain struggling to process the revelation. Myung-gi, your quiet, brooding classmate, couldn’t possibly be him. Could he?

“Uh…” you said, sitting up straight. “Nice birthmark.”

He frowned, looking down at himself. “What about it?”

You stared at him, your heart pounding. “It’s, uh, familiar. Very familiar.”

“What the hell are you talking about?” he asked, crossing his arms.

“Are you…” You paused, trying to find the right words. “Are you giggle333?”

Myung-gi’s entire body stiffened. “What?” His voice was sharp, defensive.

“Don’t play dumb with me!” you blurted, pointing at his chest. “That birthmark—it’s exactly like the one he has. You can’t tell me that’s a coincidence!”

“Shut up,” he hissed, glancing toward the door like someone might overhear. “You’re drunk.”

“I was drunk,” you shot back. “Not anymore. Not after this.”

He groaned, running a hand through his hair. “You’re insane.”

“Am I, though? Because this feels pretty damning.”

For a moment, he just glared at you, his jaw clenched. Then, with a defeated sigh, he muttered, “Fine. Yes. It’s me. Happy now?”

You blinked, the confirmation sending a thrill down your spine. “Oh my god.”

“Don’t make it a big deal,” he snapped. “I only do it for the money. College isn’t cheap, you know.”

You couldn’t help but grin. “I knew it. I knew it! You’re—”

“Shut up,” he interrupted, stepping closer. “You’re not telling anyone about this. Got it?”

You raised an eyebrow. “Or what?”

Before you could say another word, his lips were on yours, silencing you in the most effective way possible. The kiss was rough, desperate, and completely unexpected. For a moment, you froze, but then you found yourself kissing him back, your hands tangling in his hair as the tension between you snapped like a rubber band.

The two of you tumbled onto the bed, the world outside forgotten. His hands were everywhere—gripping your waist, trailing up your sides, pulling you closer as though he couldn’t get enough. Your heart raced, every touch sending sparks through your body.

“You’re insufferable,” he muttered against your lips, his voice low and heated.

“And yet, here we are,” you shot back breathlessly, a teasing grin on your face.

You pulled him closer to you, if that was even possible, before latching your lips onto his once more.

As the two of you tumbled around in bed, you managed to get both your pants and boxers off, leaving your lower halves naked to the cool night air.

Myung-gi shuddered as you yanked at his shoulders pulling him onto your lap. You searched through the back pockets of your discarded khakis to find a small packet of lube.

“Did you come prepared for this?” Myung-gi questioned, to which you simply smirked before ripping the packet with your teeth and pouring its contents straight onto your erection.

He simply watched as the clear liquid slowly slid down your cock, making it glisten in the moonlight invading the room.

Wordlessly, you picked him up from the bed and turned him around, making his face smush against the plush pillows. Before he could utter a word of protest, you slid your lubed cock into his hole.

A wanton moan left his mouth, the pain of being stretched combining with the pleasure of being so, so full.

You slid all the way in, feeling the way your cock stretched out his tight hole. As you bottomed out, you steadied him, resting your hands at his waist.

“Gonna move now baby–” you uttered before pulling out to the tip and then slamming back in with full force.

You swear he almost squealed.

You had been going at it for almost an hour, when an idea popped in your head. Myung-gi’s phone was lying somewhere on the bed, so you fetched it and told him to unlock it. He did what you said, feeling too cockdrunk to think about what you were going to do with his phone.

Scrolling through his apps, you finally found the one he used for streaming.

giggle333 is live

You then placed the phone at the foot of the bed and waited for the magic to happen, as you positioned yourself and the other man in such a way that he was sitting in your lap and both of you were facing the camera, the angle hiding both of your faces to maintain privacy.

As you expected, comments started to flood in, ranging from shock, confusion, and obvious horniness.

@User89: Oppa is online– wait, is that another guy with him?? @Horny4Giggle Man– now I’m hard @User230: Never knew giggle was a fag lolololol

You merely smirked at the comments before holding Myung-gi’s thighs all the way to his shoulders, putting him in a reverse mating press of sorts.

Once again, you resumed your thrusts, making your length hit his prostate every single time. He simply blabbered this and that, his hands mediating between flailing and holding up his thighs for balance.

“Fuck–please I can’t!” he squealed, to which you simply sped up your thrusts, making his head fall back against your chest.

Your thrusts slowly began to stutter, and without warning, you released into his hole, painting his insides pearly white.

Myung-gi came soon after with a drawn out moan, staining his torso with his release. You let him lay there for a while before gently pushing him off and reaching for his phone. The viewer count had almost reached a million, while the comments made you chuckle.

@PussyEater: God I could watch this all day @User12294732: Unfollowing now– didn’t expect gay bullshit @Horny4Giggle : I just came I think

You turned off the live and fell back onto the bed, exhaustion coursing through your veins.

Later, as you both lay sprawled on the bed, catching your breath, you couldn’t help but reach for your phone. A little secret insurance, you told yourself, snapping a quick photo of his flushed, disheveled form before he could protest.

“Seriously?” he groaned, throwing an arm over his face. “You’re unbelievable.”

“Hey,” you said, grinning mischievously. “A little souvenir never hurt anyone.”

He glared at you, but there was no real anger in his eyes. Just a hint of amusement and maybe even admiration. “You’re going to be the death of me.”

“Maybe,” you replied, leaning in for another kiss. “But at least you’ll enjoy it.”

As you both lay there, basking in the afterglow of sex, the bedroom door opened, and standing at it was none other than your roommate– Thanos.

“You two seem to be enjoying yourselves,” he smirks, “care for another round?”

© carnalcrows on tumblr. Please do not steal my works as I spend time and I take genuine effort to do them.

[dinkandballz]

NSFW

Imagine Giyuu riding you

His big, pretty, blue eyes full of tears as he fucks himself, bouncing up and down and messing up his ponytail

How his little pecs wound bounce with his movements, unable to stop himself from rubbing his own nipples as he rides you, so desperate

And the best part is his gorgeous hole, fluttering softly around your cock, so loose and wet from all your teasing a few minutes prior, greedy as it sucks you in even deeper

Giyuu is such a good boy, drooling and crying as he rides you, he’s so well behaved

[finsplurtz]

fucking minsu in the bathrooms when lights go out pls?

park.min-su

— dom ! male.reader x sub ! park.minsu

— contents : virginity loss , bathroom sex , creampie , praise , use of good boy perchance…

warning : none i’d hope

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you and min-su quickly got along stuck in this hell hole. he found you and se-mi very safe and liked being around you two. you always made sure to keep him safe, defending him when namgyu picked on him, comforting him when he started to spiral.

He doesn’t know what he’d do if you died leaving him all alone. you’re just such an amazing person, looking out for poor min-su, you’re an innocent soul..

he didn’t know you could be so mean under the sheets. I mean it happened so quickly, he said he would use the bathroom and you asked to go with him just in case something went wrong, and next thing ya know he’s up against the stall door, tightly clamped hand around his mouth.

his jacket and shoes being the only things on him, he’s flushed and embarrassed to be so exposed.

you’re so rough with him, you’re holding his leg up to hit deeper and harsher. “mhmhpp..!” he’d wake up all the others if it weren’t for you keeping him hush.

“that’s it, min-su… try to stay as quiet as possible.. don’t wanna wake up the others, hm..?” you say just above a whisper, looking into his glossy eyes as he nodded frantically.

“good boy, min..~” you kiss his jaw and continue to destroy his insides, he’s never felt so good in his life, he could stay right here in this stall for the rest of the night taking your cock deep in his guts, staying quiet just for you, anything you want.

you lift his other leg making him yelp and quickly wrap his arms around your neck. you’re manhandling him, he weighs absolutely nothing to you, you’re fucking him like some doll, small groans leaving your mouth and into his ear.

his dick twitches at how hard you thrust into his prostate, his bites his bottom lip, another pathetic moan leaving him.

“AaH— s..slo..STop..!” you smash your lips into his, shoving your tongue into his mouth to shut him up. you’re noises get sloppier and stutter when you get close. you let go of the kiss and bite down on min’s shoulder earning a painful yet pleasurable moan from the smaller.

“auuhn so…deep..~” Min-su whines, his body threatening to give out completely.

“did so well, min.. milked me perfectly..” you whisper into his ear, huffs leaving the both of you. he only whimpers in response.

you promise to keep him safe, nothing will hurt him as long as you’re with him.

a/n: stop minsu is so cute illl DESTROY HIM

[kisakis-boyfriend]

Something something being a teacher at Paperfold University and having a secret (not really, the students definitely notice) relationship with Mr. Reca.

Before class starts, Mr. Reca stops by your classroom to drop off something, his hand lingering on top of yours just a tad longer than usual… the students sitting in the front row definitely saw that smirk on his face as he bid you adieu.

Having some quiet "me time" in the faculty lounge, enjoying your nice lunch break until that dramatic voice cuts through the silence. “Well hello, dear Mr. L/N, what a pleasure it is to run into you here~”. Lunchtime becomes flirty time, can't even eat your salad in peace…

Passing each other in the hallway, Mr. Reca stops you and whispers something in your ear — probably something regarding a student, or an upcoming exam, the other people in the hallway assume. (“Stop by my classroom after everyone leaves…I'm already prepped for you, sweetheart~”)

Then he winks at you as he continues on his way, leaving you with a faster heart rate than before, forced to act like what he said was normal and innocent.

Just as he promised, his hole was already stretched from keeping a toy inside of him all day. You were able to jump straight in, folding him in half right there on his own desk, knocking papers off of it with your sharp thrusts. You really need to silence him, unless you want to get caught. Just kiss him or shove a cloth in his mouth or something, anything! Reca is one of the loudest men, no decorum nor shame. Nothing except loud, theatrical moans.

After you're done creampieing his ass, take a picture with your phone. Reca will smile pretty for you, even if he's dazed and worn out. 😘

[cleolovesrin]

hii there, i saw that u have reqs open & it's a first to see someone writing for dom!reader

can i request sub rin with reader who likes to tease him?

WHAT A MEANIE!

Rin is the type of man to be short tempered. But what if his own lover loves to push his buttons?

Sub! Rin Itoshi x Dom! Male! Reader

CW: aged up characters, you and rin r a couple, dry humping #bringbackdryhumping, fucking through clothes, monstrous amount of lube, breeding, degradation, dacryphilia (as always), anal sex, sloppy sex, ass slapping, size difference if you squint, lmk if i missed other warnings!

MINORS DNI. Not proofread, will encounter grammar and typo errors

Rin is known as a feared man, everyone would walk on thin ice whenever he’s in the same room with him. The moment he gets upset over something, he’s already cussing them out as if he’s a second away from punching them straight in the face.

And the only person keeping him sane was you— his lover. You’d been his best friend way before he turned this cold, but nonetheless of his change— you still stayed by his side until adulthood came and both of you had been a couple for years.

You had a teasing personality, people already hate it whenever you’d have a conversation with them. Knowing that you’re going to be teasing them to death. You enjoyed teasing, especially when it’s your lover. Seeing him get agitated and flustered riled you up.

“J- Just put it in!” He groaned out in anger, his face red as he turned around at you with a scowl. But you just chuckled, continuing to knead his clothed ass.

When you meant you enjoyed teasing him— you meant you enjoyed seeing him on all fours in your bed while you stationed behind him. Both of you were fully clothed, which made Rin irritated. The lack of skin contact drove him crazy, his skin was begging to be free, to feel your skin, to be touched without any barriers of fabric.

He was growing frustrated, you were growing amused. Seeing him wiggle his ass impatiently made your boner harder. The fabric of his pajama hugged his ass so perfectly, its muscles were stretched nicely as he arched his back onto the bed. The round shape of his ass only made your mouth drool. You wanted to pounce on him already, but you knew your day wouldn’t be complete if you won’t tease him for a while.

“Your ass is so perfect, baby…Did you workout your glutes more for me, whore?” Your palm collided with his ass, completely enjoying how it bounced every slap. Rin whimpered at the collision, glaring at you as you slapped his ass again. Playing with it like a stress toy.

“Are you gonna put it in, or what? Your lukewarm teasing isn’t working.” Saying that as if his face wasn’t red as a tomato while his voice was growing whiny every passing second.

“Oh please, I can hear your voice getting whiny. You that fucking desperate?” Your large hands squeezed his ass cheeks, spreading them apart. Rin moaned as he felt your hands toy around his clothed ass even rougher. Shaking his head immediately when he heard your response.

“I- I’m not desperate… Stop teasing.” Rin whined out, his hips bucking the air as his dick screamed for any physical contact. Throbbing underneath his pajamas. You grabbed his hips, holding it firmly and roughly.

“What? I’m not teasing! Just showing you what I’ll do later, like this—“

Your hips thrusted hard, clothed cock hitting his clothed ass. Rin screamed out a choked moan, his ass bouncing as your hips slammed into him. Then he whimpered, still not feeling your cock. Your hands dug its fingers deeper to his ass’ skin— spreading his clothed cheeks apart again.

“Just showing you how hard I’ll pound into you later.”

You collided your hips with his ass once again, harder than before. His ass rippling again as your clothed boner nestled in between his ass cheeks. Rin whined, feeling your huge boner graze his ass along with your painful fingers spreading his ass apart.

“See? Ain’t it fun, you’re practically prepping here, you know?” You slammed your hips again, and again, and again. Then grinding both your clothed crotches against each other. Completely lost in the sight of Rin’s ass bouncing and your boner digging deep between his clothed ass cheeks.

Your hips humped against his roughly, letting your clothed cock slide in between his ass. The rough fabric of your pajamas grinding against each other, Rin’s pajamas growing a wet patch on his crotch. His pre-cum seeping through the fabric.

Rin moaned at the feeling of his balls and ass get stimulation from your clothed cock, rubbing into them roughly. He arched his back, trying to push back onto your dick. Needing to feel more of your length.

Your lover struggled to keep composure, feeling every bit of his agitation slowly turn into arousal and humiliation. He could feel your hard dick through both your clothes, it felt so big— he immediately wanted it in him. His mind wandering imaginations, like how’d you pound your dick inside him like how you were teasing him right now.

“P- Please— Jus- Just put it in—! Fuck! Ngh, please!” Rin felt his cold facade crumble, growing impatient for your cock. You slapped his ass hard and slammed your hips onto him hard for the last time. Hands grabbing his green hair and pulling his body up, he moaned whilst he felt the hem of his t-shirt get pulled up. His upper body now bare.

He whined as he felt the cold air hitting his skin, his nipples growing hard. Your mouth found its way to his neck, marking every crevice of his skin until it’s stained with hickeys. Making sure to bite and suck on the sensitive parts of his skin, making Rin whimper. The overwhelming feeling of you cock grinding against his needy ass and your mouth sucking, biting, and licking the sensitive areas of his neck.

Your hands made its way to his nipples, both hands twisting both his nipples roughly all at once. Rin moaned in pain, arching his back to push his ass back to you and his chest to your hands. You squeezed his pecs, twist his nipples, and slapped it again and again. Playing with his chest until he cried from the underwhelming pleasure.

Then suddenly, you let go of him all at once. Pulling your hips, mouth, and hands away. His body falling forward to the mattress below you. He whined while he turned around from the sudden abandonment of touch, seeing you grab the lube from the nightstand. His heart beating loudly as he realized what was about to happen.

You pulled down your pants and underwear, your large cock bouncing out. Laying it in between his clothed ass. Letting out a teasing chuckle once you saw Rin realize your teasing wasn’t over.

“[n- name]…Put it in, please.” Rin whined, his hands clutching onto the bed sheets like a life line. His heart wildly beating from anticipation as your huge and long cock reached his lower back when you placed it between his ass.

“And let you have all the fun? Nuh-uh.” Your said the last word in a sing song tone. Making Rin whine out in frustration, wiggling his clothed ass against your cock.

Your fingers wrapped around his ass once again, spreading the cheeks apart, making your dick dig deeper between his ass cheeks. You opened the bottle of lube— pouring a generous amount of it on your bare cock and his clothed ass.

Rin shuddered when he felt the cold slick of lube seep through his pajama. You thrusted your hips, your cock sliding between his wet, clothed ass roughly. You groaned in pleasure, his ass felt so good it could honestly make you cum.

Your fingers pushed his ass cheeks together, squeezing your cock in between them. Thrusting rougher and harder— turning his ass cheeks into a flesh light. Pouring more lube, and thrusting faster. Squelching noises and the slapping of your hips against his filled the room.

Along with Rin’s moans and whimpers as he relished the feeling of your cock slide and graze on the rim of his hole. His ass felt so wet from your pre-cum and lube, that wet the fabric until it was practically see through. Revealing the crevices of his ass and small dick, especially now that he wasn’t wearing anything under his pajamas.

“H- hah, you didn’t even bother to wear any underwear. What a slut.” You slapped his ass, seeing it bounce and tremble under you. You gathered saliva in your mouth, spitting on his ass. All the liquids from previously mixing together as you grind your cock against his ass.

Rin felt his mind turn to mush, he was too humiliated and pleasured. The overwhelming feeling of your teasing along with the underwhelming pleasure you gave him fucked his mind dumb. He opened his panting mouth further, his tongue slipping out while drool dripped down on it. His mind finally entering a sub-space.

“I- I’m your slut! Y- yes, just fuck me so good with your dick— Mgh.” His hips moved in sync with yours, moving like a slut as he rocked it back and forth. His back arching beautifully as he moved so erratic. Chasing his own pleasure as if your dick is actually inside him.

“Sh- shit.” You moaned out, thrusting harder then pulling away to pull his pajamas down swiftly. Your cock resuming thrusting in between his now bear ass. Grabbing lube again and pouring a lot in between his ass, the squelching noise and skin slapping turning louder and sloppier.

Rin whimpered as his skin felt the cold, thick lube and your veiny cock, he bounced his hips harder, the feeling of your large cock graze against his finally bare ass made his tip spurt out a thick white liquid. His legs quaked as his orgasm came crashing down on him, cumming untouched.

“H- hah, look at you. Begging me to put it in, but you just came without anything in you.” You groaned out a tease, continuing to thrust your cock between his hips. Rin’s legs trembled, still feeling the aftershocks of cumming and your dick rubbing against his hole. He felt so pleasured, yet at the same time it didn’t feel complete. His mind spiraling at the sensation.

“Look! Like hotdogs between buns. What a slutty buns, hah.” You chuckled, still teasing him while your dick nestled between his asscheeks. His round skin shiny from the liquid spread across.

“Mm- Mmmh— ! Put it in— Please!” He moaned out, begging with desperation. His previous orgasm messed his thought process, he couldn’t grasp to keep his legs up properly. He couldn’t kneel properly, his trembling knees slipping against the sheets.

You grabbed the lube, pulling your dick away for a second. Spreading his lubed ass apart, revealing his twitching hole. His desperation was evident by how slick and hungry his hole was, twitching aggressively— as if trying to beg for your cock inside. You squeezed more lube onto his ass, the thick liquid spread across his cheeks and hole. He let out a whimper as he felt the cold lube drip into his hole.

“Say ahh,” You mocked him, your tip pressing against his hole. Pushing an inch inside. His body twitched as he felt your cock’s huge tip.

You grabbed his hair and pulled his upper body, his head now laying on your shoulders as your tip teased him. He faced you. You kissed him— then shoving your tongue inside his mouth. Rin moaned on your mouth, his lips trembled while he struggled to keep up with the kiss. Your tongue exploring the inside of his mouth, wetting everything inside while he moaned weakly into the kiss.

You pulled away, pulling his head back. Then you gathered saliva in your mouth, spitting inside his gaped mouth.

“A- aahh.” Rin stuck his tongue out even more, drool dripping down his pink tongue. His eyes rolled to the back of his head, completely lost inside the feeling of your tip.

“Fucking slut, can’t even stop cumming untouched.” You slapped his ass one last time before shoving in your length. Rin’s eyes widened, tears falling down even more. Getting more stretched out as your length slid into him.

You slid your dick in until it reached hip to hip with your lover, your crotch making contact with his ass and your whole length nestling in him. The man below you whimpered, his legs trembling from both pleasure and pain of your cock now trying to ease in him.

The squelching noises of his lubed up ass filled the air while you moved slowly. He moaned along your movement, after longs hours of teasing— your cock is finally inside.

“H- harder, please.”

“Gladly.” Both your hands slapped his ass then gripping it to spread apart. Your grip was so tight it could lift up all his weight. You shoved your cock full inside him again— except harder this time.

You pulled half your length out, then slamming your hips back into him. Your thrusts getting rougher as your dry humping earlier.

And it sent Rin to heaven— his prostate getting hit with every thrust. Your thrusts had his tongue rolled out, cross his teary teal eyes, and scream out your name like a chant.

“[n-name]! O-oh my— Please—! A- aaah! Nghh! It’s shoo big!” Rin screamed out, a whimpering mess whilst you pounded into his boy pussy. His hole squelching every thrust, and his ass bouncing every slam of your hips.

You lifted his trembling frame, thrusting harder and rougher. Your grip on his hips controlled his ass, moving it back and forth in sync with your thrusts. Making the one and only Rin Itoshi into your personalized fleshlight.

“I- I’m cumming! Don’t stop! P- please!” Rin arched his back, your dick digging dip into him as you fully controlled his whole body. His body that convulsed with your every thrust. He moaned and screamed out your name continuously— the overstimulation from your cock turning his mind dumb.

“Cum all you want, my greedy little cum dump.” You shoved your lengthy into him. Every thrust felt like you reached the deepest part of his inside. Hitting all the spots you needed to reach. From his prostate, to his most painful spot, and to his cervix. Everything was reached and beaten up by your huge cock.

His insides and mind turning into mush completely. He felt like all his organs were rearranged, by how rough and deep you’re going in. His hands pressing down the large dent in his stomach you created from your huge length.

“Y- yes! I’m cumming— ngh—! I’m your greedy fuck—! Cum slut! A- aah!” He screamed out, his back arching hard, his nipples grazing the bed sheets with your rough thrusts. His tip squirted out another round of cum. Its white and slightly thick cum escaped his small dick.

You moaned along with him. Your thrusts going harder and faster as you felt your dick tense inside him. The man below you weakly screamed, overstimulated as you fucked him even after cumming so hard.

Your hips pounded into him messily, chasing your orgasm. His limp body bouncing back and forth from your thrusts. His body felt like your sex toy, completely limp and used to your own desire. He didn’t protest with your rough treatment, just moaning weakly and taking all the pleasure and pain like a good slut.

Your hips slammed in him one last time. Digging deep inside, your heavy balls slapping on his ass so loud. The slap echoed inside the room, along with Rin’s whimpers as he felt your load unleash inside him.

Your cock pushed out all the cum it has been holding. His warm, tight, and pink wall getting painted white with your thick cum. His hole leaked from the amount you came, flooding his insides until it overflowed out his hole. The thick cum dripping down his ass to his balls, staining the sheets underneath you.

“Shit. So fucking good for me.” You pulled out, your cum gushing out his hole even more. Making Rin whimper out as he felt his hole clench around nothing but your sloppy cum and lube. You slapped his ass, seeing his wet skin and dripping hole bounce from your palms.

You chuckled, slapping it again. Completely mesmerized at the view.

“Stop teasing…” Rin whispered, his face red and flustered from your endless teasing.

“You looked like a glazed donut.” You snorted— foundling with his ass as if he was a toy. He let out a meek whine, trying to pull his ass away. But you pulled it closer, slapping it one last time.

“Let’s give this cute cum dump a bath, yeah?” You carried your lover bridal style to the bathroom. Kissing his cheeks gently, while he blushed cutely.

“J- just forget I said that. Don’t be Lukewarm. H-hey, don’t laugh…stop teasing!”