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[rinsnumber1fan]

When they accidently hit you...

Includes: rin itoshi, sae itoshi, isagi yoichi, Michael kaiser

Itoshi Rin:

He was just looking for his book that he left on the top shelf, just to make sure that you don't steal it and hide it to annoy him.

You stood right by his side where he had his arm stretched all the way up to the top shelf on his room to find the book. "Rin, I feel like eating some Chinese food today-" you said, fidgeting as you stood by his side.

He gave you a side long glance and grabbed the book, and when he tried to put his arms back to his side, his elbow hit your face.

His eyes widened immidiently and he panicked, "a-are you okay?!" He said, looking down at you who covered your face and winced in pain.

Rin quickly looked to his left and right as if something were to appear and he quickly stepped back, "I'll go get you some-" you grab his hand, "that was... amazing."

Rin blinked..

"What?" He asked as if hoping you didn't mean what you said.

You pulled your hand away from your nose which felt broken because of his elbow, "that was... amazing, do it again." You said with a slight head tilt.

"You.. want me to- to.. hit you..?" He asked as if in confusion.

"Yeah but like really mean it!"

"Nope, no. I'm not doing this-"

He tried to run away and you captured him. Hugging him from behind, "I always knew getting hit by you would be amazing-" his cheeks turn red and he almost dies.

Itoshi sae:

Sae was at a party and he was allowed to bring one person and he bought you the only one he could tolerate.

Sae stood in the main area filled with glitter and RGB lights trying not to interact but these girls were making it pretty difficult for him..

You stood by his side trying your best to be professional while a bunch of girls throw themselves at him bacically.

The blonde twirls her hair, "so you're good at working with balls huh? Me too... kinda.." she tilts her head. It didn't take a genius to recognize what she was trying to say. You kept your mouth zipped but then a few other girls join in.

"Did you know im the shortest girl in this party?"

"I heard you like athletic women! Well I can play with balls too."

Your eye visibly twitched. Sae didn't really say anything just stared off in space with an irritated frown on his face.

But when he feels one of the girls resting her head on his shoulder,

He feels disgusting.

He puts a hand on that woman's head and pushes her off of him harshly.

"Don't you ever fucking dare to-" he immidiently regrets it, noticing the person he just pushed was you.

You looked up at him and he paused and froze for a moment his eyes remained wide, "im sorry- i- didnt-" you licked your bottom lip. "Uh no.. sorry I shouldve.. considered you were already overwhelmed by the-" he grabs your face gently and plants a kiss on your forehead.

"If I ever do that ever again, just kill me, okay?" Sae says, looking at you dead in the eye but more emotion than he's ever shown before.

He's just that scared of hurting someone he loves.

Michael Kaiser:

"Okay and how many times do I have to explain it for your dumb little brain to understand that-" "HEY IM NOT DUMB!" You shouted as kaiser sighed, glancing at all the notebooks and books scattered over your desk.

"You want tutoring, and I'm giving you tutoring. so, stop being lazy and hurry up and solve it." He pressed the pen against the paper roughly.

You pouted and reluctantly grab the pen from his hands, starting to solve the whole problem. "I've been at it for five hours-" "just five hours? I practice soccer for 15 hours every day."

You blinked at the man.

"There's no way you actually-"

"Shut it-"

You obliged and continued.

You got the same problem wrong after like three tries and once again now.

Kaisers brow twitched, "how many times do I have to-" he accidently held your arm a bit too tightly, losing control of his anger.

You winced in pain.

He paused for a moment and quickly let go, he didn't apologize though. Not untill you pouted and your voice was wobbling and your eyes had tears in them. Kaiser sighed in annoyance, or feigning annoyance "are you kidding.. me..?" He glanced at you and for a moment felt a pang in his heart.

"You hurt me!" You announced, although it didn't hurt at all you just wanted to make a show because you loved making kaiser feel bad.

"I didn't even do it that hard!! Okay.. fine.. I'm sorry.." He murmured, grabbing your hand in his and planting a kiss over your knuckles. "Pretty?" He tilts his head and you pouted, only to kiss his cheek back

And then give him the best head ever later.

Isagi yoichi:

Isagi was alone, or so he thought. Watching a movie late at night, a horror one thinking he needed a change, and then you sneaked up behind him. You placed a hand on his shoulders and shouted "BOO!"

The moment his hand collided with your face you knew it was over.

He slapped rhe shit out of you and threw you down to the floor.

Leaving a red print on your cheek.

"Oh my God! You scared the life out of me!! A-are you okay?!" Isagi yelled as he glanced at you on the floor.

You totally deserved it but isagi wasn't the type to admit that.

You lift yout head slowly and smile at him with blood running down your nose. "OH MY GOD!! IM TAKING YOU TO THE HOSPITAL!!!" He grabs you and runs.

"I-isagi wait!! Its no- I'm fine!!"

And you had to get nose surgery after that.

Happy ending

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[cassandrathescalie]

I love trans musicians!!!!

[seongwars]

mornings

I managed to pull TWO of the 5 star Caleb cards from the new banner in one go, so here's some smut to celebrate

Word Count: 1075 Warnings: SMUT, yandere dad caleb, period tracking, unprotected sex, p in v, unproofread, mentions of impregnation, caleb malewifing manipulating, manhandling part of the lads!dadverse

Caleb’s day started at 5 AM, as it always did. 

He stretched his arms over his head, rolling out the tension in his muscles before pressing a kiss to your cheek. He took a moment to admire your sleeping face before moving through the motions of the morning: starting a pot of coffee, pulling out ingredients for breakfast, and prepping lunch boxes.

By 6:30, the first stirrings of life began.

Ciel prided himself on being the oldest at six and got himself ready without any help. Archer, however, was still wrapped in his blanket, clutching his dinosaur plush and groaning in protest when Caleb nudged him awake.

As for the twins, transitioning them to toddler beds had been your idea and Caleb was starting to question it. Eden had turned the mattresses into his personal trampoline, while Stella lay sprawled on the floor, too lazy to get up. With a resigned sigh, Caleb scooped them both up and carried them to the kitchen, where their older brothers were already waiting patiently for breakfast.

By 7:30, the house was empty. The car was loaded, and everyone was buckled in for school and daycare drop off. 

Caleb's day started at 5 AM, just as it always did. He made sure everything was taken care of just the way you liked it. There was no reason for you to lift a finger.

Because when you woke up, he wanted your focus to be on him. 

You felt it the moment you opened your eyes. Every hormone in your system seemed dead set on one thing: getting absolutely wrecked by the man who had just finished the school run.

Somehow, Caleb always timed it perfectly, as if he had mapped out every fluctuation, every shift in your body like clockwork. As if he had studied you. Tracked you. Controlled you in ways you hadn’t even realized.

You padded sleepily toward the kitchen, drawn to the smell of coffee and there he was, standing menacingly by the fridge, fresh from the shower wearing those damn gray sweatpants.

It wasn’t fair. No man should look that good after wrangling four kids, doing the laundry and cleaning the house from top to bottom. His hair was still damp with droplets clinging to his skin and his muscles flexed as he reached for a glass of water. And those sweatpants? They clung just right, taunting you to pull them down and wrap your lips around his cock. 

Caleb turned at the sound of your footsteps, a slow, knowing smile creeping across his lips.

"Morning, baby," he murmured, like he’d been waiting for you.

And just like that, you forgot everything else.

Your body reacted before your brain could catch up, every nerve screaming at you to jump his bones—to shove him against the counter, to drag him back to bed, the counter, the floor, any surface to hold you up as he fucked your brains out. 

And your husband happily obliged. 

“How’re you still so tight after four kids?” he grunted, slamming his hips into you from behind.

You didn't respond, too fucked out on his cock as his balls slapped against your swollen pussy. Instead, you pushed your ass against him, the couch shaking as you gasped into the cushions. 

How many times had you cum? You didn’t know—you’d been too preoccupied with begging him to fill you up, as you were faced down and ass up.

“You’re so slutty, mommy.”

He growled and leaned forward, pressing his chest into your back, all while continuing his brutal pace, hitting that spot that had your eyes rolling into the back of your head. 

Your body jerked forward with each thrust and there was nothing you could do to stop it, to stop him. He was relentless in his need to plant his seed in  you, and it left you helpless to do anything but take it.

His large hand slid from your hip up to your tits, squeezing roughly, before rolling a nipple between his calloused fingers. The sound of your squelching pussy spurred him on, urging him to fill your empty womb to the brim. You didn’t think it was possible, but he somehow managed to fit in another inch.

“Gonna put another baby in you. You’d like that, huh?”

“Hnng I love it. Please, please baby, I want it. Cum in me,” you begged, tears pricking the corner of your eyes from the pleasure. 

Caleb's fingers reached down to your clit, circling your sensitive bundle of nerves that brought you over the edge. As pleasure wracked your body, your mouth dropped open in a silent scream. It didn't help that he continued pumping his hips into you as he rode out his orgasm.

His hand lingered on your stomach, fingers pressing lightly as if he were mapping out his territory. You sighed, sinking into his embrace, completely missing the way his eyes darkened as he flipped you on to your back. 

“Caleb!”

“That’s not my name.”

His lips found your breast, latching onto one of your nipples as his tongue flicked over the hardened peak. His other hand cupped and kneaded your other tit, pinching and fondling just enough to make you arch into him.

“Baby!”

“That’s more like it.”

He smirked against your skin, the warmth of his breath sending another wave of sensation through you. His lips moved from your chest to your neck, your jaw, your cheek, peppering kisses that made you giggle. 

But there was nothing soft about the way he held you.

You didn’t the way he had meticulously designed your life to keep you tethered to him.

The kids, your beautiful babies, were his strongest hold over you. He knew you would never abandon them, and in turn, you would never abandon him. The chores, the cooking, the late nights when they were sick? He took it all upon himself, so you never had to worry.

So you’d never have to imagine what life could be like without him.

He made himself indispensable, carving himself into every aspect of your life until the mere thought of doing anything alone felt impossible.

All you saw was the perfect husband. The devoted father. The man who did everything for you, who loved you so much it was almost overwhelming.

Caleb’s lips curled into a slow, satisfied smile as the sharp chime of his phone interrupted the moment. 

It was time to pick up the kids.

[zolass]

His Omega Bottom Male Reader Omega x Top Male Omega

Soo I had this in my head since like two days and couldn't completely concentrate on my new book as it is also omegaverse.. But I didn't want the usual Alpha x Omega or Beta x Omega nah bitch I wanted Omega x Omega action.

It's poorly written though because I just wanted to get it out of my system ngl- anyways I hope it's somewhat satisfying.

cw: smut, omega x omega, unprotected sex, voyeurism and exhibitionism, weird omega top, dub-con ?, and maybe more but I'm not sure-

800+ words

You didn’t know how it came to this, you might’ve slept around with some Alpha’s and Betas it was… simply what made you feel alive and wanted. Being neglected your whole life as an omega, was like a hot iron rod piercing through your soul and ripping it apart, you needed – no craved to be wanted and loved.

Maybe your tactics weren’t the best, especially now that multiple hungry eyes laid on your exposed and displayed body. 

You should feel shame but you can’t, it was basically getting fucked out of you literally. The male behind you thrusted roughly into you, after he displayed you on the table for alphas and betas a like to see, your legs spread while the cock was bullied into you over and over again, making you moan and drool shamelessly while your eyes rolled to the back of your head.

It was crystal clear how much you enjoyed it. 

Even pushing your hips back to get even more friction, while the cock stretched you nicely. A hand grabbed a fistful of your locks, pulling your head back, while the loud music of the club that was crowded with the people right in front of you, along with your moans that were still audible enough for the people around.

You came to the club for another hook-up, expecting an alpha or beta to be rearranging your guts, but instead it was another omega who fucked you senseless, turning you into a cock drunk whore. But he didn’t look like the other omegas you came across, he could easily be mistaken as a beta or even alpha. 

And now that he had his dick in you – you couldn’t help but doubt him to not be one of those two. His cock made a bulge appear in your stomach, every time he thrusted into you, shaping and molding your hole for his cock and you loved every second of it. 

The omega behind you grunted from time to time, but not even an ounce of tiredness seemed to be coming from him, rather the opposite. It seemed with every clench around his cock, with every moan spilled from your lips the energy seemed to be charged back up. While the sound of the squelching or the way your sweaty cheeks meet with his sweaty hips, seemed to drown underneath the music but to you it felt like it was the only thing you were able to hear. 

Suddenly he pulled your head even further back, making your back arch while the taller male leaned down, his teeth nibbling at your earlobes as a chuckle left the man, “Who do you belong to?” the omega grunted into your ear, while butterflies seemed to erupt inside your stomach, besides his dick.

“To you,” you moaned out.

Your breath hitched as his cock twitched inside of you, “That’s right… you’re my omega. Isn’t it funny? An omega being a bitch in heat for another omega,” the male, from whom you didn’t get the name yet, taunted and teased you with these words. The words simply made your hole clench as he thrusted back in, while your own cock twitched and bobbed uselessly between your thighs. 

Suddenly there was a sharp pain on your ass cheek, while the man simply bit into your scent gland, having you moan out loud as your vision went white. Your head dropped back against his larger shoulder, while your cock spurted ropes of white cum. 

Your body shook, barely registering the groan from the other omega until warmth spreaded in you as the man behind you emptied his own release inside of you. Biting your lip, you couldn’t help but enjoy the way he held you close as your body lightly trembled while he rode your highs out. 

Until you seemed to realize what exactly he did, making you freeze in place with your eyes widening. As you turned your head, you only saw a dark look directed at you and suddenly you didn’t know how to feel. 

You wanted to flee, which the other seemed to notice as he simply captured your lips with his own as he started to slide his cock back in and out, making the load inside of you slosh and dribble out of your hole. He simply would fuck you until you forget the thought of leaving, because binding was something that shouldn’t be done on a whim.

It was uncommon between two Omega’s at that, not once did something like this happen at least not to public knowledge. Even the other patrons that had their dicks out and watching seemed to pause at that, but the omega didn’t seem to care only focused on continuing to give both of you pleasure and maybe even take you back to his home later on.

And as slowly the rational thoughts were fucked out of you with every thrust that made your thighs squeeze and tremble, the panic that first settled in your chest disappeared only with the chance of confronting it the next day.

[cowgirlvi]

mdni. ass tribbing. sub-bottom loser vi. fem-top reader. one night stand. riding vi’s ass prone bone.

vi masterlist

word count: 1.2k

loser!vi doesn’t get much pussy (surprise, surprise), so she’s not entirely aware of the procedures that lead up to sex, and she’s especially caught off guard when you roughly shove her onto your bed, yanking her pants down her legs in one swift motion. stuck on her stomach, her underwear follows in suit, and she’s suddenly laying there with her pale ass out, while you grope the round, muscular globes with painful squeezes. you’re rough and unrelenting, like a woman possessed, leaving red imprints on her skin.

flustered and out of her depth, vi asks, ”ohh, um—should i turn over?” she sounds so dumb and unsure; cutely innocent.

”just stay still for me, sweetheart,” you say, and vi obliges like an obedient dog.

you hum, satisfied, playing with her ass like a stress ball, shoving her ass cheeks together and then spreading them apart so you can admire both her tiny holes. vi stiffens and tries to hide, one hand weakly shielding her backside—and it’s a useless attempt at maintaining what little modesty she has left, because you can still see her large, engorged clit peaking out from her pussy lips.

she should relax, just sit tight and let you take the lead, because this is what she wanted out of her friday night—for a pretty girl to play with her. vi wasn’t subtle about it either; leaning against the bar an hour ago, round ass perked in the air and straining against her black jeans, looking like a teasing whore yet being surprisingly naive.

fuck, you knew straight away that you needed to rub your pussy against her ass.

you press sweet kisses to vi’s shoulder blades, down her back, over her ass, biting and sucking marks onto each individual cheek—and it makes vi’s pussy wetter, makes something ache and throb deep within her core—but that’s about as much patience as you can muster. you’ve waited long enough, forced to make boring small talk with vi at the bar, as if you both didn’t know you were gonna take her home and use her.

you gather saliva in your mouth before letting it dribble onto vi’s backside. with slow, deliberate circles, you rub your spit into her skin. her ass is impossibly soft—plush, warm and pliant beneath your fingers—and you know she’ll make a good fuckdoll.

“fuck, look at you, babe,” you say, and vi involuntarily whimpers—a sound so small, yet undeniably raw. she’s never been treated like this before, as if she’s a delicate little thing, some sort of all-consuming beaut. but she likes it—likes the way it makes her head feel cloudy, how her ears fill with static.

you press your bare, drenched cunt to vi’s right ass cheek—skin to skin, heat to heat—and it’s all happening so fucking fast, the way you start humping against her in long, firm strokes; how your swollen clit is pressed snug against the round muscle. and, embarrassingly enough, vi’s asscheek is glossy with your spit and arousal, making you suddenly aware of just how soaked your pussy has been all this time.

vi gasps at the sensation of your wet cunt—almost feeling scandalized at the realization that this is really happening. and, admittedly, she wishes you had a mirror in here, that way she could watch the way you’re humping your pussy against her ass, using her like she doesn’t matter, as if she’s only an object to you—which is degrading and humiliating, but a sick part of herself likes it.

you’re puffing hot breaths of air against her neck, moaning all sweetly and soft, and the juxtaposition is funny, because at the same time you’re clawing your nails into vi’s shoulders, holding her still so you can fuck your pussy against her just right.

your thrusts speed up expeditiously, pressing your breasts to her back. your movements become more purposeful, more controlled, but your hips stutter when you feel vi perking her ass up—trying to press against further you, to be closer to you, offering herself up for the taking without even realizing she’s doing it. it’s almost endearing, how desperate she is for you, despite the fact that her own cunt isn’t getting any relief this way.

vi’s trembling beneath you, white knuckles gripping the sheets, and you brush your lips against the shell of her ear, murmuring, “such a good girl. letting me use you like this.”

“nghh—uh-huh, y-yes—mmm,” vi tries to speak in agreement, but embarrassingly enough, all she can do is moan.

glancing down the strong line of the back, past her intricate tattoos, you can see the way her obscene bubble butt is jiggling each time you rut against her. fuck. it makes heat bloom in your stomach, it makes you hump against her with more ferocity. and vi’s gasping beneath you, trying to suppress the tiny, desperate sounds that slip past past her lips, but you can hear them anyway, can feel them vibrating through her body.

”ahhh, mmm, uhhh—“ vi’s whimpering, gurgling around the spit pooling in her mouth, while she tries to hump her own pussy against your bedsheets. she’s crying as she does, because with this angle she’s hardly getting any relief. all she can do is lay there, pitifully on her stomach, while you use her ass to get off.

“poor—haah—poor thing,” you coo satirically. you’re stuttering over your words, falling deeper into a fuckdrunk haze, moaning more unabashedly. “you wanna, mmph, feel good too, don’t you?”

you grit your teeth, rutting against her plush rear like a stray bitch in heat. it feels so good, so intense. you’re completely disoriented and dizzy, head swimming with it—and by god, you might actually be creaming against vi’s fat, round ass—which is sexy and humiliating all at once.

“god, you’re such a sweetheart. just take it… let me, ahh, use you. then i’ll take care of your pretty pussy,” you rasp, voice thick, almost slurred.

you’re so close, you’ve never come this quickly before and your vision is going blurry, eyes crossing. in the next moment, your eyes flutter shut, pleasure mounting, a wave cresting so fast you can barely brace for it. it’s too fast, too intensely powerful.

and somehow, vi can tell you’re about to orgasm, as if you have a telepathic connection, because she tenses her ass and rolls her hips back against you—just enough to push you over that final hurdle. 

you choke on your breath, pelvis stammering against vi’s butt, and then—fuck—you’re coming, slick and messy, leaking like a sieve against her skin. you’re moaning shamelessly, hissing through clenched teeth, but you’re too far gone to care how wrecked you sound, too lost in the intoxicating heat of it all.

vi shudders at the obscene wetness coating her skin, squeezing her thighs together, and you can feel the way she’s trying to hump her cunt against the bed with newfound desperation. she’s been such a good girl this entire time, so you know you should stop, should give her what she needs, but the aftershocks keep rolling through you, and you can’t—not yet.

your movements slow, but you keep rocking against her, dragging your oversensitive, swollen clit along the curve of her ass, riding out every last tremor. vi whines quietly, shifting beneath you, until the last few graces of your orgasm die out, and you’re collapsing against her back like a felled tree, heavy and unmovable, surrendering to the weight of your orgasm.

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(3/22/25)

[clawsdevour]

hard day?

wc: 1.9k content warning: post-timeskip, established relationship, iwaizumi hajime (27) athletic trainer x reader, smut, rough, mention of slapping, back-scratching, creampie, not proofread

ꪆৎ 𓈒 ° .

the sound of the door being loudly shut caught your attention. turning your heard towards the entrance of your house, your husband arrived back home more tense than when he left for work.

"haji, how was work?" walking out of the kitchen doorway to greet him.

iwaizumi's body was stiffer than earlier, thick eyebrows furrowed together while his stern face intently focused on watching you sway your hips toward him—a smile starting to appear on his lips that were once pressed together. his arms drop his training equipment roughly on the ground, the jingle jangles being unleashed as his beefy muscular arms open up for your embrace.

"..good. mm, well besides oikawa showing up to work" iwaizumi let out a chuckle as he took a good whiff of your freshly shampooed hair while melting all his worries in your arms.

"was him showing up that bad to the point you looked so serious coming back home?" you asked slyly, your hands making their way up and down his clothed chest that looked extra perky in his fitted uniform polo that hugged him in the right places.

"maybe, maybe not.. you know him." iwaizumi spoke in a deeper, more husky tone as his eyes make contact with yours, his hands sliding down towards your waist.

"enough oikawa. i missed you" pulling him in for a quick kiss on the lips which triggered a growing surge in iwaizumi from below, his cock swelling against the fabric of his pants that made his mind go blank.

"you better take responsibility for what you're about to get yourself into" his grip on your waist became stronger, his toned arms lifting you in the air and slinging you onto his shoulder.

before iwaizumi took off with you he landed a stinging smack on your ass before hastily walking down to your bedroom to take care of business. this man moved with haste, and lustful intentions ever since you initiated. he knows what you've been waiting for and iwaizumi is a man who waits for his cue.

in the bedroom, he throws you on the bed as you watched him with need. iwaizumi pulls his shirt off from bottom to top, revealing his rippling and fit body that never fails to make you drool, on top of that his bulging biceps that you wanted to get choked by. his natural scent on top of that made you extremely wet, like an animal in heat.

getting back to where he left off, he's on you. starting from your lips, and moving down. kisses and soft moans escaped your mouth while he worked his magic on your jaw and neck, peck by peck.

"haji.. take your stress out on me" catching his attention, he can't help but think to himself about what good he's done to score someone like you.

"you sure 'bout that?" planting a kiss in the middle of your forehead while you nod with eager.

he slips a warm large hand under your satin nightgown searching for your breasts that perked in the cool air. once found, he's gently toying around with your nipples, making you drip even more with arousal—imagining what he's gonna do when he's really gonna relieve his pent up stress.

you lend a helping hand, pausing what you were doing to take off your whole nightgown to reveal your bare and rosy breasts and lacy undergarment that made iwaizumi's clothed tent even more visible. reaching back for his touch, he's going at a rougher pace, sloppily kissing you hastily with not a want but a need. his left hand’s massaging your breast, while the other reaches lower, sinching the curves on your waist with his calloused but tender grasp.

his head full of thick short hair moves lower along with his hand, practically leaving his marks on your prominent collarbone to your soft breasts. with his lips occupied, he uses his hands to part your legs from each other to feel your intimate area despite the piece of lacy fabric that kept his cock throbbing with desperation.

"this good?" iwaizumi asked with a sinful grin on his face, eyes half-lidded with a flushed hue. his fingers are rubbing small circles where your clit is, the fabric creating a delicious friction that made you rock your hips against the mattress.

"yes, but i want more" biting your bottom lip while sitting back up to grab his pulsating cock through his pants.

"shit. you're crazy" fingers working at his belt for your satisfaction to get his torturous pants off.

unleashing his cock from near death suffocation, it stood tall and made you get on your knees. teasing iwaizumi, you licked his cock starting from the base to his tip that leaked with precum. at his tip you can't help but swirl your hot tongue all over and swallow it which made him even harder under your secure grasp.

just right before he thought you were gonna go down on him, you only stop at the tip—making popping sounds with your saliva. the sensations of holding back for so long made him shiver, ready to bust at any moment while you took your time.

he's watching with intense eye contact that bored into you from above, observing the way you sucked on his cock like your favorite lollipop. he gulped watching your tits bounce with the rough movement of the you bobbed your head on his length, the lewd sounds of saliva echoing in the room. leaning his head back, he needed more and abolsutely can't take you at this speed as you felt a powerful push on the back of your head.

your vision blurred as your face met the base of his girth, his tip meeting the back of your throat. it was so big you thought you couldn't breathe before pulling back as tears stung your eyes, coughing as a normal reaction to the sudden sharp movement.

"fuck, i'm sorry. i shouldn't have done that" petting your head of hair in worry.

"don't worry about it, i just took too long" you reassured iwaizumi, making a quick recovery before getting up from your knees and taking off your panties while he watched you drop them on the ground with vigorous eyes.

his palms lay flat on the sides of your hips, stabilizing you as you climbed onto his lap with your whole bare body on his. putting a hand around his neck to keep yourself steady as you 'adjusted.’ well, more like rubbing your dripping folds against his hardness to which you both let out a few moans from the satisfying sensation. his toned body rocked against yours, basking in your essence before you were ready to slip it in.

"put it in yeah?" you whispered in his ear seductively to get him going.

oh how fast he listened, grabbing his slicked girth to search for your hole that never fails to pleasure him upon entrance. the tightness of your cunt slowly wrapping around the head of his girth forced a moan of relief out of his mouth. at the same time, you held onto his shoulders with all your might taking him in.

his size was always a struggle but always worth the while as he engulfed you completely, filling in all the spots and crevices that no other men can reach and pleasure all at once. the more you tasted iwaizumi's cock it drove you mad, the stretch was intense and always resulted in iwaizumi having to cover up the scratch marks you give him.

"fuuck haji.. you're so big i don't know if it'll fit," you teased in his ear, out of breath and still in the mood to play around.

"don't be too sure babe. we've already done this a thousand times."

obviously, he knows you're just kidding and increases his grip around your hips to push you down in one quick movement. your entire body jolted while you yelped in shock, his tip kissing your cervix making you arch your back. you could feel the pleasure pulsing and surging through every vein in your body as he started to slowly begin moving his hips up.

"you don't know how much i needed you today" his deep brown eyes keeping contact with your half-lidded, dazedness. the smile turned into a smirk watching you try to keep yourself composed, breasts bouncing with your rhythm that he watched with no shame.

"wanna feel you all over haji" you whimpered out, clawing at his back with your nails.

fuck.. did he like the way you made his back sting. returning the favor, he can't help but land a hard smack across your plush ass that made the room echo along with your mixed moans and the sounds of skin on skin slapping. you scream his name out in pleasure, savoring the delicious tingle left on your ass that swelled a hue of pink in his imprint.

"hmm..? really now?" iwaizumi notices the sloppy and slow pace you've became. turning it up a notch, he picks you up and throws you back down onto the sheets and switches into a mating press.

this position always finishes you off. aiming deeper, he's scratching every good point in your pussy and hitting your cervix even easier. shit, did you really cling onto him like he's gonna disappear. the sex is so intense he can't even feel you claw deep into his back since the pleasure completely washes over.

the pace iwaizumi's moving at and the mixture of essences creates a rim of milky white at the base of his cock as he continues to chase his high. his entire body is working overtime, simply flexing as he works at you in a painted layer of sheen sweat.

"s-so good..! harder!!" you sobbed out in delight throughout moans, almost too in the moment.

the grasp under your plush thighs increased, pushing his whole weight down on top of you as you gasped in surprise. increasing the momentum, iwaizumi bucks his hips deeper and harder as if he was burying himself in you. you might die out of happiness from how long you've waited for him to come home.

"you take it so fucking g-good. like you want me to cum inside you" iwaizumi says with a sly smirk on his face that made you wanna take his whole load.

"fill .. ngh, me up" putting a soft hand on his face that glistened with sweat.

breaking the moment, he returns your legs to their relaxed position out of his bruising grasp and into missionary. you're so close, a moaning mess under his sculpted figure. overstimulated with pleasure and ready to cum, you wrap your hands over him and bring him to a soft kiss to which he exchanges one back.

"need to cum?" iwaizumi whispers, kissing your tearstained cheek as you nod.

lowering a helping hand, he's roughly circling your swollen clit making you jolt and twitch. at this point your body's trembling from all the overwhelming sensation, making your eyes see white the moment you came on his cock that continued to powerfully thrust into you.

"you did so good, now it's my turn" at his breaking point, he's noticed your body gone limp meaning you reached your climax.

iwaizumi grunts before giving you his last and hard thrust to which he spills his hot and white load inside, painting your gummy walls a milky white. he doesn't immediately pull out, making you keep his release inside you while his heavy and damp body lays above you with his deep breathing tickling your skin.

"still stressed?" your sleepy eyes meeting his, feeling a finger move your strands of hair out of your face.

"maybe. maybe not" iwaizumi softly chuckles, with the soft crinkle at the ends of his eyes.

masterlist here

[e1e4n0r5]

Their Little Plaything: 4

Part 1, Part 2, Part 3

Fandom: Arcane: League of Legends

Pairing: Bullies Cait & Vi x Loner Nerd Reader

Words: 4500

Synopsis: Cait and Vi try to earn your forgiveness...in their way.

Warnings: Bullying/mocking, power imbalance, FFF threesome, ANGST!!!!, fingering (r! receiving), strap-on, description of masturbation with sex toys, gaslighting/emotional manipulation, dub-con sex (r! is emotionally distressed throughout but never says no), dub-con filming of sex, oral sex (r! receiving, r! giving), mild degradation, dirty talk, praise kink, finger sucking, anal fingering (r! receiving), anal sex (r! receiving), double penetration with straps, that thing where one person uses their mouth to give someone a drink 👀

Notes: Poor Reader really goes through it, folks 😣

You sat at your usual corner table, quietly and miserably reading a textbook, trying to get back into your study habits, when a soft accented voice spoke.

“Sorry to bother you; are you Y/N?”

You looked up, really not wanting to talk to the pretty redhead with freckles. “Can I help you?”

“Sorry, we haven’t met before. I’m Maddie. Can we talk?”

You frowned. “I'm sorry, Maddie, it's not a good time for me. I-I’m just getting over a sickness-”

She ignored you. “Cait and Vi. Caitlyn Kiramman and Violet Lanes. You're with them, right? I was too, last summer. At least until they just stopped texting me.”

Your stomach twisted. Great. An upset ex. Just what you needed in your vulnerable state. “Maddie, I don’t know what happened between the three of you, and I really don't want to talk-”

She regarded you closely. “Have you found the cameras yet?”

Your heart stopped. “Excuse me?”

“In their house; in the backgrounds of some of the photos they send you...?”

In the house?! Where were they hidden? You hadn’t just had sex in the bedroom, they would have footage from all over the house.

Your jaw clenched. “Listen, I don't know what you're talking about-” you tried to deny.

“Do you guys have a group chat?”

“Uh...”

“What's it called?” she asked, tilting her head like a challenge.

“I don't think-”

“Is it called Plaything?”

You felt sick again, like the world was spinning. You had to swallow down bile. “How did you-?”

“Because that's what ours was called too,” she explained as she sat down across from you, holding her phone out to show you. It was a group chat history. At the bottom, it said ‘Unknown and Unknown have left the chat’, and at the top the name was clearly listed as ‘Plaything’.

She scrolled up to the very top of the chat for you. “Go ahead, have a read. See if anything’s familiar.”

You took the phone out of her hands, skimming through it as your own hands shook.

You [Maddie]: have either of you found my underwear? I can't find them

Unknown: those are ours now

You: what?! You can't keep them!

Unknown: And why not? We earned them last night. Several times over

You read further down to a few weeks later.

You: ok this has to stop, I'm running out of underwear! Are you guys going to replace what you've taken? Or at least give it all back?

Unknown: not a chance

Unknown: And don't get greedy, darling

You: I'm not being greedy but you've taken so many! I need them! I only have about ten pairs left!

Unknown: not our problem

You: It’s your fault though!! You take them every time

Unknown: So you think you deserve a treat?

You: I’m not trying to sound greedy or ungrateful but one of our families is super rich and could definitely afford to replace my stolen underwear 👀

Unknown: We’ll see. Maybe if you’re a good girl for long enough, you can have a treat

Your stomach twisted. That was exactly what Cait had said to you.

Still scrolling, you saw thousands of messages spanning a few months. And then, inevitably, you came across pictures. Checking the dates, they had been together for roughly the same amount of time as you had.

Maddie was more confident with the camera than you were, not afraid to get up close to it. One photo was a close up of her smiling, fucked out face, chin glistening with juices. Another video had her fucking herself with a toy whilst Vi stood over her and she ate her pussy, Cait obviously recording. Photos of Cait’s manicured hand squeezing Maddie's cheeks firmly, Maddie sticking her tongue out as her blurry eyes tried to focus on the camera. GIFs of them both fucking her at the same time, in the same position they had with you for the first time.

Disgusted and queasy again, you put her phone down on the table, a little harder than intended.

“What do you want?” you demanded, crossing your arms, trying to keep your coffee in your stomach.

She shrugged. “I'm honestly not sure-”

“Then why did you bother coming up to me? If you don't know what you want, why couldn't you just leave me alone?” you snapped.

She looked you over. “Oh, yeah, you’ve found the cameras. I remember crashing out like this when I found one in the kitchen.”

“Kitchen?!”

“Yeah, it’s hidden in the wall near that bit of island. Did they make you bend over it whilst they fucked you?”

Your heart broke. “They did all this to you too?” you whispered.

Maddie smiled at you in pity. “Oh, my love, I think they've done this to lots of girls. We're just the latest ones.” She raised her coffee cup to yours in a mock toast. “To the victims of Cait and Vi.”

“How many others are there?”

She sipped her iced latte. “Well, there’s you, then me just before summer. Before that was Kylie, in the spring. Andrea was last fall, so this time last year. There were a few others before that but I don’t know much detail. One girl left the university; she was so fucked up.”

“How do you even know all this?” you asked sceptically.

She smiled ruefully. “Exactly like this. Kylie came up to me and told me everything she’d been through, showed me the photos and videos too. The group chat called Plaything. A shocking pattern of behaviour from Cait and Vi, I have to say. Kylie was more investigative though, she was able to use social media a lot more thoroughly than I ever could. She could show you a presentation with a timeline if you wanted.”

You blanched. “What? How?”

“Well, it was quite impressive. Got to say, it did feel a bit stalkerish, but still impressive! If her degree doesn’t work out, she could be a PI. Basically, she compared photos and videos that the previous girls had sent her, to Cait's and Vi's social media. Like I said, a bit stalkerish, but a lovely girl nonetheless.”

Your head hurt and your heart broke. How many girls had they done this to?

Cait opened the door, looking at you in pleased surprise.

“Hello, sweetheart,” she smiled, letting you in. “To what do we owe this pleasure? Are you feeling better?”

You nodded numbly. “A bit.”

“Good, I'm pleased to hear that. Vi will be too; she's a bit of a germaphobe. But we've both missed you terribly.” She smiled down at you, and you struggled to stay angry. “Vi's in the shower at the moment. Shall we entertain ourselves until she's out?” she winked at you, leading you into the sitting room.

“Well, I was looking through some of the photos you sent me,” you said, getting your phone out and tapping through it.

Cait smiled. “Oh, yes? Which one was your favourite? Should we recreate it?”

“This one,” you turned your phone around to show her the image of the two of you kneeling on the bed, the one you’d showed Powder.

She nodded. “That’s a good one; you look quite lovely in that.”

You hardened yourself not to blush at the compliment. “Do you know what my favourite part is?”

“You tell me,” she instructed softly, her pupils dilating.

“This part,” you turned the phone back to you and zoomed in on a section of the photo, turning your phone back to her.

The playfulness left her eyes but she kept the smile plastered on her face, unmoving.

“You know what that is?” you asked.

She hesitated, then shook her head. “No,” she lied. “Enlighten me.”

“It’s a camera. More specifically, a HexTech Pocket Camera 3000. Brand new this year. Very expensive, almost six figures. Your parents’ money bought it though, I suppose. And I’ve already checked the manufacturer’s website: that little red light means it’s recording video.”

Cait said nothing. Her hands trembled slightly, so she crossed her arms.

“Except when you took this photo, you never mentioned another camera.”

“Is this going somewhere, Y/N?” she demanded stonily.

“How long have you been doing this? Recording me, during sex? Without my knowledge? Because I remember the first time you asked to do it. But now, I can’t imagine that being the first time you actually did it.”

She said nothing.

“Cait!”

“Piltover is a one-party consent-”

You laughed coldly in her face. “Don’t even try that. Don’t even fucking try that with me, Kiramman. You knew what you were doing was wrong. That’s why you hid it! That’s why you didn’t tell me you were recording, because you knew I wouldn’t have wanted you to! Who else has seen this?!” you screamed at her, brandishing your phone.

“No-one,” she replied firmly.

You scoffed. “You really expect me to believe that the girls who secretly films people having sex are so above showing it to other people?”

“I mean it: no-one else has, or ever will, see any of the photos or videos we have.”

“Is that supposed to make me feel better about you invading my privacy?”

Cait laughed bitterly. “You were very enthusiastic at the time.”

“For the sex! And the one photo that you specifically asked if you could take. Not for the recording you didn’t tell me about!” Your eyes were slowly filling with tears. “Why do you do it? Hmmm? Take sneaky videos of people? Is it some weird kink or something? Some fetish? A control thing?”

Cait rolled her jaw, looking away.

“How many other girls have you done this to?”

That made her head snap back. “What makes you ask that?”

“Who the fuck is Maddie? And Kylie? And Andrea?”

She took a breath, looking physically wounded from a blow. “They were a long time-”

“It was not ‘a long time ago’! You were with Maddie at the end of Sophomore year, that is not ‘a long time ago’, Cait, we’re Juniors! You were both fucking her for months, doing the same thing – taking sneaky photos and videos – but she never confronted you about it. Yes, she found out,” you snapped at Cait’s alarmed face, “She knew you were doing it but she never said anything because she didn’t want you to break up with her.”

“We weren’t in a relationship, there was no ‘breaking up’.”

“You ghosted her over summer break, blocked her number and socials, then came back this year and acted like you didn’t know her. And the reason you acted that way was because you found your new fixation. Me. You didn’t need Maddie anymore, you had me. Your new Plaything. Very unimaginative of you, by the way, using the same group chat name with us all! And yes, I’ve seen the messages!”

Cait staggered back a few steps and began to pace, laughing in discomfort. “You are being so…Dramatic right now, Y/N,” she said tersely.

Your mouth opened, but no sound came out. It felt like your chest was splitting open. “I trusted you both. I actually thought-”

“Oh, please,” she cut in, rolling her eyes. “You like being wanted. You like being fucked by two women who know how to handle you, you like being our good girl. Don’t act like some innocent virgin now just because you found a little camera in the background of – what was, undoubtedly – one of the best nights of your life.”

You flinched. Your lip trembled.

She saw it. She went too far. And for a moment, something flickered in her eyes. Then she stepped toward you, slower now. Controlled. Calculating.

"You’re angry," she said, voice softening. “I understand.” Her tone dropped as she closed the space between you. “But you still want this.”

“Don’t,” you said hoarsely, taking a small step back.

Her hand came up, barely grazing your hip, testing you. “You came here because you wanted answers,” she murmured. “But I think you also came here because you want us to make it up to you. And we will, in the best way we know how.” Her hands cupped your shaking jaw. “You want us to take away the anger, don’t you, the hurt? You want to feel our hands again? Our mouths on you?”

You were shaking, but you weren’t pulling away. “You can’t seduce your way out of this,” you whimpered as you cried.

She chuckled throatily. “Well, let’s just see if we can.”

And then she kissed you. Hard, possessive, without apology.

And God help you, you kissed her back, even as the tears streamed down your face. How could you be so weak? How pathetic could you be, giving in after a single kiss and some sweet words whispered in your ear.

She pulled your dress up over your hips, squeezing your ass firmly, kneading your flesh. You whined into her mouth. She pushed your bag and jacket off your shoulders, pulling your dress all the way up, breaking apart from your mouth briefly to throw it over your head.

You realised you still held your phone in one hand. You pulled away, sniffing, looking for somewhere to put it down.

“No, baby, come here,” she urged softly, pulling you by the hand to a nearby chaise longue. She sat you down, pushing you back gently. Settling herself between your legs, she kissed your stomach and breasts, squeezing them tenderly.

“Open the camera, sweetheart,” she ordered, looking you in the eye as she sucked one of your nipples through your cream lace bra. A treat from them, they liked you in white underwear.

“What?” you asked shakily, your face still wet with tears.

“Do as I say,” she said firmly, switching to your other nipple.

With a whimper, you obeyed, opening your camera app.

“Put it on me, baby, and take whatever you want. As many photos and videos as you want. We’ve got all night.”

Your lip trembled as you wanted to say no. But she gave you her stern look that melted away all your resistance, and with a sad hiccup, you pressed record.

Looking straight at you through the camera, Cait kissed down your stomach until she got to your covered pussy, never breaking eye contact with the camera lens as she slowly, seductively, eased your panties down your legs, looping them a few times around her wrist.

“Do I look good, baby? Is the lighting okay?”

You nodded weakly, watching her through your screen.

“So does this,” she pressed a kiss to your clit, “look okay?”

You whimpered, “Yes.”

“And this?” She licked up your slit.

You whined. “Yes.”

“What about this?” She wiggled her tongue over your clit from side to side.

“Fuck!” you cried out. “Yes! Yes, that's good!”

She laughed. “Just wanted to check.”

She closed her eyes and started feasting on your pussy. Licking up and down your slit, sucking your clit, sliding her tongue inside you. All the while, you panted and cursed, still pointing your phone at her. Every so often, she would open her eyes to see if you were still recording. When she saw you were, she winked at the camera, emboldened by its presence.

“What’s going on here?” asked a playful voice.

Vi.

You looked up from the camera, seeing Vi leaning against the doorjamb, a pristine white towel around her waist. Just peeking out the top of towel was a black harness, barely visible. She was strapped up.

She approached you both, the outline of the strap becoming visible through the towel. Cait didn't respond or acknowledge her girlfriend, just kept eating your pussy, moaning into your skin. Vi knelt next to the chaise longue, stroking your tear-stained cheek.

“Are you sad, baby?”

You nodded pitifully, your cheeks still wet and puffy from tears.

“But how can you be sad when you're getting your pussy eaten?” she mocked, licking away some tears.

Before you could respond, Vi captured your mouth in a deep kiss, swirling her tongue with yours. Cupping your jaw in her hand, she moaned into your mouth, sucking your tongue. You moaned back, your hips starting to move against Cait’s mouth.

“You gonna cum for her, sweetheart?” Vi asked, running a hand over your breasts.

You nodded breathlessly. “Need to cum.”

“How badly do you need to cum?”

You groaned when Cait slid her fingers inside you. “So bad! Need to cum, Vi.”

She hummed thoughtfully. “Well, we could let you. I suppose?” she taunted. She cupped your breasts over your bra, feeling their weight in her hands. Bending down over your chest, she pulled your bra down, kissing and licking your breasts. “Fuck, your tits are perfect,” she breathed, pulling your nipple into her mouth, sucking deeply. The pressure made you gasp, your pussy clenching on Cait’s fingers. Switching nipples, she tugged the one she just released.

“Gods...” You whimpered, moving your hips into Cait’s face. She moved to your clit in response, sucking your button and flicking her tongue over it. “I need to cum, I need to cum!” you gasped.

“Ask nicely,” Vi commanded, taking hold of your throat.

“Please let me cum, Vi! Cait, please!”

“Your decision, Cupcake,” Vi said to Cait.

The blue-haired woman took pity on you, sucking your clit harder and working her fingers faster. With a cry, you orgasmed on the chaise, your hips rocking back and forth as your free hand held Cait’s head to you.

Vi eased the phone out of your hand, moving down to kneel next to Cait. She filmed Cait’s fingers slowing down inside you and spreading your lips to expose your leaking hole. You squirmed uncomfortably under them, watching them watch your pussy. It was hot – seeing them almost obsess over you – but you also felt very exposed. Vulnerable. The rabbit in front of the wolves.

Cait scooped up the last of your juices on her fingers. Vi flipped the camera to use the front lens, recording Cait slide her fingers into her mouth, moaning as she got her first taste of you, your bare pussy and spread legs still visible in the shot. Vi kept eye contact with the camera as Cait thrust her fingers in and out of Vi’s mouth, eventually sliding all the way in and hitting Vi’s gag reflex. After that, Cait withdrew her fingers, and Vi stopped recording.

You made it upstairs, and the hours that followed were delicious yet emotionally draining for you. Vi and Cait seemed to want to overload you with orgasms, but never stopped taking photos and videos. Always in your view, always announcing when they picked up a phone or a camera. ‘Let me take a pic, baby’, ‘You look so perfect, I have to save this’, ‘Let me show you what you look like, sweetheart’.

While Vi lay back on the rug in the middle of their bedroom, you straddled her and slowly slid down the strap. But only after Cait announced the camera she had set up on the floor between Vi’s bent legs, offering up the perfect view of your pussy stretching over and sliding down the silicone.

You suddenly became conscious of the view that would be captured, but Vi’s hands on your face and firm kisses distracted you long enough to get the toy into your pussy. She held your mouth to hers, intertwining your tongues, until she could hear you panting for breath. She released your mouth, but held your head looking at her.

Cait moved behind you – which you couldn't see because of Vi’s grip – and you heard something screwing open, followed by a wet sound.

“What’s happening?” you asked Vi, panicking as she held your head and neck tightly, not letting you look around.

“Don't worry, baby, it's fine,” she said softly, slowly starting to move the toy inside you. But it did nothing to comfort you.

“Vi, please,” you begged, starting to cry again. “Cait, what are you doing?”

“It's alright, sweetheart,” she said, stroking your back hole with her fingertips, rubbing the expensive coconut oil around your ring.

You gasped when she did, jolting against Vi, who had the strength to keep you in place.

“See?” Vi soothed. “Nothing to worry about. We've done this before.”

“Breathe for me,” Cait instructed softly, lining up her fingers to your hole. Vi helped you breathe, then Cait slowly slid two slick fingers inside you. You whined when she did, already feeling full from the toy in your pussy. “Rock for us, sweetheart,” she asked, rubbing her hand over your hips. Vi moved one hand to your hips, helping you grind between her toy and Cait’s fingers.

An involuntary moan escaped your lips, the slight stretching in your pussy and ass making your clit throb as you rocked your hips. They praised you well, possibly hoping to ease your tears. It didn’t work. Your tears kept pouring even as you moaned, your body taking over. Maybe because it felt so good? Maybe to protect your heart from breaking?

Cait settled on her knees behind you, rubbing the tip of her slicked strap against you. “Ready to do this again, sweetheart?” she asked in your ear, already sliding into your ass.

You keened, long and low, as she filled your ass, rubbing up against Vi’s strap in your pussy. You sobbed at how good it felt; hating how good it felt, how good they made you feel. Vi kept kissing you, ignoring your tear-stained cheeks, rocking her hips under yours.

You came three times between them before they did, your traitorous pussy leaking juices over them every time.

When she finished, her own cum coating her thighs, Cait withdrew from your ass, getting up from behind you, knocking the camera over. She headed into the bathroom, sweat coating her brow. She took off her strap, washed her hands and face, and poured a glass of water.

Heading back into the bedroom, she approached you both.

“Sweetheart, you need a drink,” she said softly.

Draped on top of Vi, her strap still inside your pussy, you moaned weakly. You struggled to prop yourself up, but managed eventually. You waited for Cait to hold the glass to your lips, but she didn’t.

She held your jaw, her thumb stroking your cheek. “Do you forgive us, baby?” she asked softly.

Fuck you.

The words burned in your chest, and your eyes burned with tears again.

Seeing your distress, Cait smiled. “It’s alright. It’s okay. Here,” she held up the glass to your lips, letting you drink slowly as you glared at her.

When you swallowed, Vi gently rolled the two of you over, her strap never leaving you. “Give me some,” she asked Cait. She swallowed a few gulps, then propped you up in a half-seated position under her, her muscled arm supporting your torso without issue. She took a mouthful of water, keeping it in her mouth, and pressed her lips to yours. To your surprise, she forced your mouth open and shared the water with you.

You coughed and swallowed, not expecting that. You couldn’t tell if you liked that.

She did it again. Taking another mouthful from the glass, she pressed her mouth to yours again. Knowing what to expect, you opened your mouth, more prepared the second time.

Vi nodded at Cait to finish the glass and go get some more. She looked down at you, nudging her hips into yours. “Ready to go again?”

Hours later, Vi angled the camera on the coffee table at the side of you so you could see.

“What about this, baby?” She straightened up behind you, showing the camera the sight of her behind you, your ass in the air, your back gracefully curved. “Do you like how this looks?” she asked, giving a few small thrusts inside you.

How was she not tired?! You were exhausted and aching, sure your pussy would soon be swollen shut.

You moaned, gasping when Vi slid deeper into you, able to tell the depth from the side-view in the camera.

She chuckled. “I’m so deep, baby. So deep inside you. Put your hand on your tummy, do you feel me?”

You moved your hand to your lower stomach, gasping when you felt movement under your palm.

Vi laughed. “Now, do you want the rest?”

Your head almost shot round.

“Yeah, baby, that's not it,” she slowly moved a little deeper, making you groan as she went deeper than you thought she could.

“Can I hop back in?” Cait teased, rubbing her clit in front of you.

You wanted to say no, that you were still so fucking furious with her, that she didn't deserve to have her pussy eaten. But as she stroked her beautiful wet pussy in front of you, your mouth watered, and you wanted her.

You nodded, lifting your head a little. She sat down in front of you, spreading her pussy open for you. You pulled her hips forward and latched onto her clit, sucking like you hated her. She gasped as you did, unused to the pressure from you. She rocked against your mouth, running her hands through your hair.

“God, baby,” she moaned, “you’re so good at this.”

“We taught her well,” Vi bragged.

You wanted to shout, to scream, to bite. But you didn’t. You rocked back against Vi as she fucked you with her strap, and you fucked Cait with your mouth and tongue. You got her moaning like a whore, then slowed down your attention until she begged for more. You repeated the cycle, tormenting her, and she let you.

When she came, you forced her to do it again. Vi picked up on what you were doing, wrapping her hand in your hair.

“Don’t get cocky, baby,” she scolded. “Don’t make me fuck your ass harder than this.”

They fucked you until the early morning, until all of you had nothing left to give. You’d passed out together on the floor, wrapped up in a pile of limbs.

You eventually woke, propping yourself up on your elbows, looking around the room. Toys discarded, an empty glass of water knocked over, the small camera discarded and out of battery.

Cait roused next to you. “Do you feel better now, sweetheart?” she asked, kissing your shoulder.

You didn't say anything, just sat up. “I want to see all the photos and videos you have of me.”

Cait tensed a little beside you, but recovered. “Absolutely. Why don't we have a little watch party tomorrow-?” she asked, trailing her hand up your back.

You glared at her over your shoulder.

She removed her hand.

You gingerly got to your feet, walking unsteadily off to the bathroom.

Vi and Cait watched you go, the latter tapping her nails on the floor in thought, your panties still looped around her wrist.

“Don't think she's forgiven us yet,” Vi commented quietly, curling up around Cait.

The blue-haired women hummed. “Give it time. She will.”

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If ur still taking requests, do u write for Jason Todd? 👀

Wanna manhandle him and rail him against a wall in Crime Alley, bonus points if we get to grab him by his gay little mask

The Alley ||

pairing: jason todd X top male reader

warnings: creampie, manhandling, slight rough sex, short

He tries to pivot away from your body, but you grab his jaw hard with one hand, turning his masked face back toward you. His red helmet’s long gone- discarded or smashed in the fight' and all that’s left is the domino mask clinging desperately to his sharp cheekbones, already starting to peel at the edges.

“You think you can just walk away from me, Hood?”

Jason snorts, mouth twitching like he wants to smart off, but your hand slides up the back of his neck and grabs a fistful of his hair, wrenching his head back.

“Still pretending you’re in control?” you growl, voice low and dangerous. “Even like this?”

He shudders. Doesn’t answer. But his hips twitch forward, just slightly, brushing yours.

You slam him back against the graffiti-stained brick wall, one arm across his chest, pinning him in place. The other hand rips that little mask from his face—slow, deliberate. He gasps like it’s wired to his nerves.

“Don’t—” he starts, but you toss the mask to the ground, and his eyes flutter shut, lips parting like he’s just orgasmed.

“Yeah,” you whisper, leaning in to nip his throat, relishing in the breathy moan you earn. “Bet you like that. Bet you get off on being seen. No helmet. No mask. Just you—flushed and shaking for me.”

He whines when your thigh slots between his legs, grinding against the bulge straining in his Kevlar pants. You kiss him hard, punishing, biting his bottom lip until you taste copper.

His fingers scramble for your shoulders, gripping tight like he wants to fight or fuck—doesn’t matter which. You break the kiss only to whisper, “Gonna rail you right here, Todd. Just like this—wet, messy, desperate so that you know my name."

His breath stutters.

Oh, he clearly liked that.

You spin him roughly, chest to the wall now, his palms slapping against the bricks. You yank his belt open and shove down his pants just enough to get what you need, letting the cold air bite his flushed skin. His back arches, and you don’t miss how wrecked he already looks over his shoulder—eyes glazed, mouth open, no trace of Red Hood’s steel left.

“Beg,” you say, lips brushing his ear. “You want it? Say it.”

He growls at first—defiant—but then: “Please. I want it. Fuck me. Right here. I need it.”

You used your spit and precum to slam into him. Jason was a little masochist anyway only proving your point as you could feel growing wet spot on the front of his suit. You ignored the rattle the fire escape above you.

His moan echoes off the alley walls, feral and cracked open.

You set a brutal pace, hand tangled in his hair again, wrenching his head back so he’s got no choice but to take it. You whisper filth into his ear:

"You're so tight around me."

"You feel just like a onahole molded for my cock."

Yet, he only groans louder, pushing back into every thrust.

“Fuck, you love this. Getting ruined in the same street you bled out on,” you pant, slamming deep. “You’re mine now, Jason. Say it.”

He’s boneless now, trembling. “Yours,” he gasps. “I’m.. fuck- yours.”

When he comes, it’s with a broken cry and his face turned up to the sky like it’s salvation.

You don’t stop until your own release hits you like a detonation, lips pressing hickeys into his skin, fingers bruising his hips. And you inevitably filled him up like the good cunslut he was.

Afterward, he slumps against the wall, panting. You pull up his pants and hook a finger under his chin, making him look at you.

“You dropped your mask,” You murmur quietly.

He stares at you, dazed, then huffs a laugh. “Keep it. I think you earned it.”

[scap34]

sub! bottom! sugarbaby! Toji x top! mean! manipulative! sugar daddy! sadistic! male!reader

warning: cussing, dirty talk, degrading, praising, sex

Fucking away your sugar baby’s bad habits <3

“A narcissistic, rude, temperamental,” you said grunting, rutting your hip against him with each word. Pistoning your cock into his warm hole, aiming right for his prostate sending him into a state of bliss. Cries and moans leaving his swollen lips. 

The defiance in his expression disappeared without a trace. He had no comeback other than sweet whining and begging to cum. 

“Slut,” you smirked and thrusted into him harder, bending him forward. His knees almost touching the mattress, calves trembling in your hold. You folded him, until his eyes met you, laying flat with his hole in the air. 

You grinned staring into his watery eyes. You weren’t even sure if that dumb whore could understand you, his eyes glazed over utterly pliant under your touch. 

Pressing your cock back into his loose hole you fucked him into the mattress, holding him roughly in position. Your eyes locked on his flushed, desperate face. 

You felt your orgasm building in your stomach, his pathetic cock twitching with pearly drops of precum. You wiped his pre cum up with your fingers and shoved it into his open mouth. He whined around your fingers, hot silky mouth immediately sucking on the digits. 

“However,” his pleasure addled mind must have registered something other than your cock fucking into his stomach. He looked up at you with a slight question. You could see a hint of trepidation behind the question. 

Fuck, it was prefect. Your sweet cock whore, so fucking worried about disappointing you. You could fuck it out of him. You will. 

You pull your cock out and slam it back into his hole. He gasped, his whole body trembling with pleasure. The question in his eyes disappeared, moans slipping out his mouth from around your fingers. 

“You take my cock so well, almost like,” you leaned in whispering against his ear. “You were made for it.” He whined and when he realized he couldn’t speak around your fingers, frantically nodded his head. His hole clung to your cock, as if he never wanted you to leave his body. 

You chuckled and continued your brutal pace, whispering degrading phases wrapped with praise. 

“Such a dumb bitch, only meant to be filled with cum. Gonna fill you up, baby. Nice and good. But you're still gonna come crying for my cock tomorrow aren’t you? Pathetic bitch. I should just keep my cock in you all the time.” 

Toji’s mind was filled with only two thoughts: yes and more. 

He was a broken mess of sobs and cut off whining. Saliva dribbled down his mouth, your fingers forcing his mouth open. 

He wanted to cum. He wanted to cum so fucking bad. He wanted you to cum in him, leave your mark deep in his guts.

Another deep thrust and you were cumming. He cried out as his own cock spurted out cum over you and his own stomach. His sharp teeth accidentally nipping your finger. 

Metallic blood, your blood, filled his mouth. He greedily sucked on your finger. You barely even felt the wound, pulling out your finger, you wiped your blood against his lips, painting them red like lipstick. 

He looked beautiful.

You pulled your cock out of him, watching it drip down his ass and onto his stomach. Smiling, you kissed his lips, lazily pulling back when you both ran out of air. 

“5 stars would fuck again.” He took a minute to process the statement. Then flushed darker than when you fucked him. 

You let his calves go with an affectionate squeeze. Rolling your shoulders, you reached over to the bed stand hiding a smirk. Pulling out your black card you held it out for him. “Good job. Go get yourself a treat.” 

You fucking piece of shit. He glared at the card then at your smug face. The effect of his glare was ruined by his cum covered body, the marks you left on his body and the way your blood stained his lips, smudged like lipstick. 

To you, he looked adorable like a wet kitten pretending to be tough. You held back your smile and frowned, urging him to take the card. 

“Well?” He glared at you harder, unconsciously tugging the sheets under him to cover his body from your cold impersonal gaze. The cum on his body, and sweat sticking to his skin, making him cold in a way he hadn’t felt. 

“Sorry,” his voice was hoarse, gruffer than usual. You didn’t feel threatened by his glare or him. His eyes were averted from yours, hands clenching the satin sheet as he sat up. 

It was clear he didn’t know what he was apologizing for. He just wanted your affection again. After sex wouldn’t you take care of him like before? He wanted to lay in your arms, spoiled and pampered under your touch, as you cleaned him up. 

He sucked in a deep breath and moved forward, crawling towards you with the grace of a big cat. He nuzzled his face against your hand and looked at your with a dependent gaze. 

“Take care of me?” Your baby exceeded your expectations. Your eyes widened briefly before you pulled him close to you. Kisses pressed into his hair, and all over his face. Your arms wrapped around him pulling him flush against your warm body. 

You had just wanted him to make him regret being a cold asshole, just a bit. Withholding aftercare and treating him like a prostitute seemed like a good idea. But Toji’s hurt eyes, begging for affection hit your heart.

“Yes. Fuck. I’m sorry. Love you. So fucking perfect.” You babbled as you smothered him with affection. He gladly leaned into your touch and wrapped his arms around your waist, burying his face in your neck. 

“Love you too.” He mumbled against your skin, breathing in your scent. Don’t ever leave him. You were his and he was yours.

[puckpocketed]

AGAIN (AND AGAIN AND AGAIN) sources & transcript below the cut

Kopitar // women in STEM // forever? // ⧖ - by user @.sidui // wormhole illustration, Klein 1982 // Oilers eliminate Kings in 7 // Oilers eliminate Kings in 5 // Oilers eliminate Kings in 6 // Time After Time - Cyndi Lauper // enemies in every universe // good morning kings // The Guest - Anna Akhmatova, tl. Carl R. Proffer // Kopitar, Draisaitl, McDavid talk // Oilers celebrate behind Danault // Kopitar skates away // this time loop fucking sucks // Another Playoff Clash // ghosts dancing - oliver gilet // Time Warp - Richard O'Brien (The Rocky Horror Picture Show)

Web weave about the Los Angeles Kings and Edmonton Oilers’ repeated meetings in round 1 of the Stanley Cup Playoffs themed around time loops, featuring edited photos and memes. ID’s are in order of appearance.

(1) Single frame of StarPark’s untitled animatic. Black text on white. Text reads: “Do you think we are enemies in every universe?”

(2) Tumblr post screenshot: “I support women in STEM (Scary experiments, Time loops, Existential dilemmas, Madness).”

(3) Closeup photo of Anže Kopitar in profile during a faceoff. His mouth is open, his eyes are wide, water speckles his visor.

(4) Headline that reads: “Are the Edmonton Oilers and Los Angeles Kings destined to battle forever?”

(5) Fake series of Tumblr posts edited from the originals to look like the LA Kings talking to each other. Each timestamp date coincides roughly with the beginning of playoffs and the times when the Kings were eliminated, ending with a post at the exact time the Kings announced clinching playoffs on their Twitter in 2025. Posts read:

anzekopitar11 (May 2, 2022): good morning kings let’s push this boulder

piplup-danault (May15, 2022): bad news about the boulder everyone

anzekopitar11 (April 17, 2023): Good morning kings let’s push this boulder

fifiala-k (April 30, 2023): bad news about the boulder everyone

anzekopitar11 (April 20, 2024) Good morning kings let’s push this boulder

clarke4norris (May1, 2024) Bad news about the boulder everyone

anzekopitar11 (April 5, 2025 - 10:03 PM 7 hours ago) Good morning kings let’s push this boulder

(6) Photograph of an analogue alarm clock on a grey background. The clock is gold, it sits to the far left of the frame. It is gold, with gold hands and a white face. It is behind cracked, frosted plastic.

(7) Illustrated diagram of a wormhole and the fabric of time. Space is represented by a grid with holes in it, with root-like tunnels that lead down and away from the holes and tangle with each other in a mass of tunnels below. The diagram is labelled “The wormhole connections in the time-space continuum (Drawing from Klein 1982, 12)”

Edited on top are three headlines from when the Kings were eliminated by the Oilers, each with a red line drawn connecting them to the nexus of wormholes. The headlines, from top to bottom, read:

- Connor McDavid, Edmonton Oilers cap Round 1 comeback, eliminate Los Angeles Kings in Game 7

- Draisaitl, Oilers eliminate Kings with win in Game 5

- Yamamoto scores late in Game 6 to lift Oilers over Kings, into 2nd round

(8) Photo of Oilers teammates Leon Draisaitl (left) and Zach Hyman (right) celebrating. Between them, just behind, is Kings Captain Anže Kopitar with his back to the camera, skating away. Text in the top left reads: “Kill me once, shame on you”

(9) From Time After Time by Cyndi Lauper: “Time after time” repeated 7 times, then, “Time after, Time”

(10) Photo of Oilers teammates Evan Bouchard, Matthias Ekholm, and Connor McDavid celebrating. In the foreground, very blurred out, is LA Kings player Phillip Danault skating off. Text in the middle reads: “kill me twice, how did you do that”

(11) From The Guest by Anna Akhmatova. White text on red. Text reads:

I asked: “What do you want?”

He replied: “To be with you in Hell.”

(12) Photo of Oilers teammates Leon Draisaitl (left) and Connor McDavid (right) facing away from the camera while they chat to Kings Captain Anže Kopitar, who is between them. Draisaitl has a bare hand on Kopitar’s chest as though to push him back. Text in the bottom right reads: “kill me three times, this time loop fucking sucks”

(13) Headline that reads: “Oilers & Kings Appear Destined For Yet Another Playoff Clash” published March 31, 2025 by Brian Swane. Body text reads: “With just over two weeks remaining in the 2024-25 NHL regular season, it’s looking more and more like the Edmonton Oilers and Los Angeles Kings will be meeting in the first round of the 2025 Stanley Cup Playoffs.”

(14) Experimental photograph of white, ghost-like beings dancing in a grey field. They are holding hands and seem to be spinning in a circle, going so fast that there are afterimages.

(15) From Time Warp by Richard O’Brian (The Rocky Horror Picture Show).

Black text on white: [Refrain: All]

Highlighted white text on red:

Let’s do the Time Warp again

Let’s do the Time Warp again

[kittenlittle24]

Roommates

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Every cell in your body was tired, your feet were killing you from being on heels for the last week, your patience was worn out after seven consecutive days with stuck-up people, your neck and back were cramped from the flight and all you wanted was to get home and curl up in bed.

Paying the cab driver, you noticed the orange bike parked outside the apartment building, meaning your boyfriend came home early from work.

Unlocking the door, you entered and put your suitcase aside. Greeted by your boyfriend sitting on the armchair reading a medical journal about cardiology.

“Oh goodie, you’re back, be a dear and put this on the door handle outside,” he asked, holding out his stethoscope.

Scrunching your eyebrows you chose not to question and just nod and follow his request. Then you sat down on the armrest, one arm rested his shoulder, and played with his hair while the other stroked his cheek down to play with his shirt collar.

“Missed me?” You asked as you opened the top button.

Looking down at your hand, then at your cleavage, and lastly your eyes, “Kinda busy.”

Stopping your actions and raising your eyebrows in surprise, “You’re declining sex?”

Pretending to think it over, he reached over to sneak his hand under your shirt and single-handedly unhooked your bra.

“If you put it that way,”

Laughing you took off your shirt and bra along with it before standing up, taking his hand in yours, and pulling him towards your bedroom.

You lay down on your bed, he immediately placed open-mouth kisses down your neck and then chest. “No need for these,” he said slowly. His voice was grave as he tugged on your pants and you nodded, quickly getting off him. He helped tug them down and your underwear came with it.

reaching a hand to his hair, deepening the kiss as you moved your position. Carefully straddling his lap, you subtly rocked yourself down against him. His hands immediately came to your hips, squeezing tightly. Stroking your hands down his neck, you began to undo the dress shirt he had on, one button at a time. You teased him when you got to the bottom of his shirt, having to pull it out from being tucked in, you lingered your fingertips around his waistline, tracing around the top of his belt slowly. You kept your kisses deep and sweet, taking in every second. Pressing your hands teasingly up his chest before cupping his checks. You looked at Greg and then to his lips. You moved closer and closer to him, eventually kissing him, keeping your lips hardly apart, “No foreplay, I need you.”

His hand was on your waist, pushing you down against his now hard cock.

He took a hold of his cock, before pushing it against your entrance. You moaned, looking into his blue eyes. You wrapped your arms around his neck, kissing him, sinking lower and lower on his length.

He moaned into the kiss. His tongue entered your mouth, exploring it. You circled your hips against his. You pulled away, closing your eyes as you picked up speed. Lips attached to your neck, sucking on your sweet spot.

Low grunts came from him. You ran your hand through his head, pushing him closer. You bounced on his cock, moans and whimpers left your lips and it sounded like heaven to him. Seeing you riding his cock, making all those pretty sounds for him, he could come right then.

Moving you to lay on your back, You reached your arms around him, feeling his broad shoulder blades. Spreading your legs slightly, you felt his hips touch yours, you let go of him for a moment to align with you before he returned on top of you and you wrapped your legs around him. You dropped your jaw feeling every inch of him sink in while he kissed up your neck roughly, impatient already, one hand tangling in your hair messily, as the other felt its way down to the back of your thigh adjusting your position a little to make it easier. 

“Greg,” your voice was shaky as you buried your face in the crook of his neck.

Digging your nails into his shoulder and bicep, you moaned in bliss kissing his neck. Gently starting to move his hips, you relaxed at the suddenly beautiful feeling rushing through your body. He was busy kissing your jawline as his pace became rougher. 

He continued his rough pace, you gasped, arching your back and rolling your shoulders back feeling his fingertips press deep into your back as he held you there for a moment. You pushed your chest up against him and couldn’t help wanting to touch every inch of him. Scratching your nails down his back as he buried his face against your neck.

Teeth gripping against your tender skin, you cum seconds before he does. He rested his forehead on yours, your sweat mingling as you both catch your breath. He waited a few minutes before he pulled out of you, kissed your temple, and went to the bathroom to bring a damp cloth to clean you both.

It was your stomach growling that pulled you out of your nap. You grabbed the first shirt you could find, which happened to be one of Greg’s graphic tees and a pair of panties before making your way to the kitchen.

“Greg? You want to go grab some-“You paused upon seeing a brown-haired man in a suit washing dishes.

Staring at each other in surprise you missed House coming up behind you.

“Wilson, meet y/n.” He introduced.

Reaching to shake his hand, “I assume Greg didn’t mention me, I’m his girlfriend. Now if you excuse me, I’m going to put on some pants.” You say awkwardly and rush back to the bedroom.

Wilson quickly pulled him to the kitchen and whispered shouted at House, “How long have you been with her?”

“Met her when Stacy and I were in Baltimore.” House shared.

"So you moved your hooker into the apartment just to make me miserable? I can find my own place if you’d stop deleting my messages."

"She's not a hooker." He admitted quietly looking anywhere but at his friend.

“She’s the reason you sent Stacy away,” Wilson concluded.

House sighed and nodded, he was saved from the conversation when you came back to the kitchen, “Anyone hungry?

Smiling wildly at you, “I’ll cook.” Wilson volunteered.

“You’re our guest, you shouldn’t cook for-“

Greg interrupted you, “Y/n, he offered, don’t insult him. Let the man cook.”

Both Wilson and you rolled your eyes.

“You can help by keeping me company and telling me about yourself,“ Wilson suggested.

Grinning you agreed.

[garciaasfluffypen]

stop embarassing me! (she knows everything you're saying)

pairing: jemily x reader word count: 3k warnings: jj and emily find it very hot that you can speak italian, illusions to sexy times at the end request from this ask a/n: everything y/n says that's in italian is translated at the bottom of the post! that being said, everything was written with a translator so please excuse any errors. also, enjoy the lore drop ;)

your italian grandmother was in town, and you were quite literally going to shit your dick.

you had cleaned your apartment top to bottom roughly five times since the news that your grandmother was coming in the off chance she asked to stay at the dingy little place. granted, you hadn’t been there full time in months, but she didn’t know that. while you had a strained relationship with your father, you were very close with your nonna. she had been there for you through all the battles you had to fight against your father as a teenager, including all the battles where he didn’t want you to take care of your siblings simply because of who you were as a person. while he saw your life through facebook, that was the only access he got to you after you turned eighteen. you only kept that line available simply so he could see how your siblings were doing. and that was it. he had created such a big fuss when you came out the month before your 18th birthday that you decided you’d cut him off as much as you could. he tried to alienate you from the rest of your family, for pete’s sake. he didn’t get to know shit about you anymore.

the joke was on him, though, seeing as the rest of your family was cool with the idea of you being queer. granted, you hadn’t dropped the bomb about being polyamorous, but you figured with how well your support system in DC was going, it would be okay. you had told your little brothers about a month prior, and all they wanted to know about emily and jj was if they were treating you right. and obviously, when they could come meet them. your older brother was in the army, so it took a little longer to get a hold of him, but he promised to stop by DC whenever he had leave next so he could meet them. 

but this? this was your grandmother. it was absolutely terrifying to think of losing her. she was one of your only relatives left that could fight for you, and even though she was in her seventies you were worried about losing her. if anything, you were worried that she’d lose you first, but you didn’t want to think about that or else you’d start spiraling. you stayed alive for not only yourself and your siblings, but for her too. and you would probably cry if she said anything that even insinuated that she’d leave you. either way, you figured that you’d introduce her to them before dropping the polyamory bomb. it worked, since hotch said you could give her and your two brothers a tour of quantico this weekend and everyone except for you had been called in for a mandatory paperwork weekend.

you met up with your brothers and nonna outside quantico, slipping into the italian you had shoved into the back of your brain easily. considering it was easier to speak italian with your grandmother since your dad had never really learned it, it was something you just naturally did whenever you were around her. you weren’t sure how the team was going to react to it, but you’d cross that bridge when you got there. you got them all visitors patches and explained all your favorite parts of the building, showing them every little nook and cranny that you loved to hide in when you didn’t want to talk to people except emily and jj. making your way up to the bullpen, you felt a jolt of nervousness flow through your system. you didn’t know how your team was going to react to them at all. they had known bits and pieces about your older brother, but you hadn’t told them about your two younger brothers. that was a can of worms you weren’t sure you wanted to open around them yet. 

“nonna, before we go meet my team, they can be… they can be a little excitable.” 

your nonna shrugged. “nothing i can’t handle. i raised your aunts and uncles.” she paused. “and unfortunately, your father.” 

“you bring up a very good point. and don’t mind anything derek says. he doesn’t really have a filter.” 

“is he the one who likes football?” your youngest brother, colin, looked up to you. 

“yep. i’m sure he’d love to talk to you about it, depending on how far into the paperwork he is. and let me… let me handle the introductions, please. at least the first ones.” 

“of course, sweets.”

jj was one of the first people to realize you had stepped into the bullpen, seeing you walk in from where she was making her third cup of coffee in the kitchen. she was about to come say hi to you, but then she heard it. that beautiful, mid morning husk that you had whenever you woke up late mixed with… was that italian? she had to grab onto the counter to stop her knees from buckling as you talked to who she only could assume was your grandmother, since you had been talking about her all week leading up to today. she wasn’t sure who the two younger boys were with you, but she was sure she’d find out shortly. the keurig beeped, shaking her out of her thoughts as she turned around to grab her coffee, a stirrer going in seconds later. 

she felt a wave of want go through her body, and she had to physically stop herself from going over to you and ravishing you then and there in front of everyone you had spent the past five years working next to. she knew it was hot when emily spoke in other languages, but hearing you speak so fluently and so carefree, with that giant smile on your face? it was one of the hottest things she had ever seen you do. granted, a lot of the things you did were hot, but this? this took the cake. jj took some cool water from the sink and rubbed it on her cheeks, knowing all too well that her cheeks were most likely a crimson red from just thinking about you speaking in another language to her. you didn’t know much about that aspect of jj and emily yet, considering you only been exploring everything for a few months. she knew so much about emily, yet she felt like she didn’t know anything about you sometimes. 

“you done coffee-ing that stirrer?” luke leaned up against the counter, a smirk on his face as he watched jj. “you’ve been stirring for five minutes.” 

“have i?” jj let the stirrer go, watching it go around in the cup. 

“you seem distracted, are you okay?” 

“i… yeah.” 

while luke knew the general aspects of your relationship with her and emily, she didn’t want to delve too much into it while on the clock. he knew there was more she wasn’t saying, but knew not to push too much. but that didn’t stop him from joking around about how hard she was very clearly simping for you in the middle of the office. 

“are you gonna stare and gawk at your girlfriend or are you going to say hi?” 

“i will, i just…”

luke smiled. “i see. go to the bathroom for a sec, i’ll cover you.” 

jj scrunched her face as luke started laughing. “ew. you pervert.” she jokingly punched him in the arm. “it’s just… they speak italian.” 

“okay… doesn't emily speak italian?”

“that’s different. she’s not… she’s not them.” 

meanwhile, you had started to make your rounds, slowly introducing your nonna to your team. she found everyone quite charming, and it relaxed you quite a bit knowing that they all made a good impression. even hotch came out of his office, introducing himself and engaging in the conversations. it was nice, introducing one of the most important people in your life to your found family. the next part, however, was telling your nonna about emily and jj. colin seemed to catch on very quickly when he caught jj staring, but didn’t want to say anything in case your nonna didn’t know, but he would definitely be facetime you tomorrow to talk about it. the longer you talked with your team, the more you realized you were subconsciously searching for jj the whole time. emily was at her desk, but jj was nowhere to be found. which was unlike her, unless she had taken a late lunch. which would also be unlike her. 

“y/n!” penelope’s voice carried through the bullpen as she walked out of the round table room, smiling and bringing you in for a hug the second she got next to you. “i thought you weren’t coming in today? and ms ruthie! it’s so lovely to see you again!” 

you visibly relaxed at her touch, “hotch said i could show my nonna and brothers around today.” 

“it’s lovely to see you again too, penelope. did you dye your hair?”

“i did. just filled my roots in a little bit.” penelope chuckled. “nothing too crazy, don’t worry nonna.” 

emily stood up, a smile on her face as she walked over to introduce herself. “you said she was italian, right?”

“yep!” 

“ciao signora, piacere di conoscerti!” 

“she speaks italian?” your grandmother looked over to you, excitement in her eyes. “che emozione.”

“i do, i lived in italy as a teen.” emily smiled. “prentiss. emily. emily prentiss.” she held her hand out. 

“è una da tenersi stretta, ed è anche carina!” your grandma raised her eyebrows at you. “she speaks italian!” 

you couldn’t help but blush. “nonna! mi metti in imbarazzo.” 

“oh hush, i’m not embarrassing you!”

“considerando che lei sa italiano, lei sa esattamente quello che dici, nonna.”

your other brother, justin, piped in. “y/n has a point, nonna. if her coworker knows italian she’ll understand everything you’re saying. you’re not very slick with that.” 

“oh it’s okay,” emily chuckled. “it’s quite amusing.” 

“let me not be rude,” your grandma turned to the rest of the team. “i’m ruthie. i practically raised y/n since she was a baby.” 

“dang, sweet thing, i didn’t know you came with another language!” derek chuckled. 

“derek the next thing that comes out of your mouth better be appropriate for my seventy six year old italian grandmother to hear.” 

“i was going to ask if your girls knew about that, is all.” 

you rolled your eyes, knowing that not at all what derek was about to say. “no, they don’t, but they’ll be meeting nonna this weekend if everything goes to plan.” 

“who am i meeting?”

“le luci della mia vita, le ragazze che ho frequentato.” you couldn’t help but sheepishly smile as you caught emily’s eye. “one of them is right here, actually.” 

emily wasn’t sure if the blush on her face was any indication of how she was feeling, but good god it was sending her into orbit hearing you talk in italian. over the five years they had known you, the fact you knew italian this whole time was the most surprising. there were bits and pieces that they had been able to get out of you, but you were pretty secretive about your life before joining the bau. penelope knew most, if not all of your story since you two had been friends since high school, but that was all she knew. besides the fact that you turned her on so easily. that was a given. she tucked a piece of hair behind her ear as she watched you slowly try to explain to your nonna about how you were dating two girls, not just one. the way you took so much care in choosing your words, explaining everything as easily as you could… it was endearing. 

she couldn’t take her eyes off of you, not until jj came to stand next to her, knuckles white as she seemingly held herself back. your face lit up as you saw jj, launching into another tangent to your nonna about how jj had been one of the first people to befriend you when you joined the team. within seconds, the two women started having a silent conversation with just their eyes. they both felt the same way, it seemed, and they were both going a bit feral over this new side of you. although emily did appear to be hiding it a bit better than jj was. emily nudged jj’s knee with her own, shooting her a smirk that could only be read by two people. you and jj. jj bit her lip, having to physically restrain herself once again as you seamlessly switched back into italian, your eyes lighting up as you explained the dynamics of the team to your nonna. 

“so tell me again, who are you partnered with?”

“i go out in the field with either derek or matt.” you pointed to them individually. “matt’s role is unique, he also helps the IRT team so he comes and goes depending on if he’s needed internationally. we like to joke we split custody of him with the international team.” 

“and the tall one?”

“reid? he’s the brains.” reid awkwardly waved from his desk. “he usually knows stuff that we don’t. kind of like how colin knows almost everything about football.”

“oh yes, that makes sense. and what about the lovely ladies?”

“well you know what pen does, tara and jj do a lot of the interviews with families, and i always say that emily’s job is to sit there and look pretty, but she usually goes out in the field and investigates with reid.” 

“you all seem to be a well oiled machine,” ruthie started. “i’m glad you’re looking out for my y/n. they had a tough life growing up, it’s nice to know they’re supported here.” 

“oh they’re a pleasure to work with,” rossi piped up. “a welcome addition to the team for sure.”

as your nonna conversed with the team, you couldn’t help but glance over to jj. you forgot how much she adored it when emily talked in italian, but hadn’t even considered the option of how she would react when she heard you speak italian. to you, emily appeared to be holding in her need for you relatively well. her cheeks were flushed, sure, but she was also in a turtleneck in the office where they blasted the heat the second it got below 60. jj on the other hand… jj looked like she needed a cold shower. you had to hold back a chuckle as you caught tara’s eyes, who also appeared to have clocked her reaction as well. jj’s jaw was slack as she stared at you, eyes filled with lust. while your grandmother was distracted, you took the moment to squeeze her hand lightly to see if she was okay. tara took the opportunity to close jj’s jaw for her, shooting you a small smile as she did so. emily had to hide a chuckle, covering her mouth with a hand as she nudged at the blonde. you locked eyes with jj, your eyebrows raising as she stared back at you, her gaze telling you everything you needed to know. you weren’t going to go all bratty on her here, since you hadn’t talked a whole lot about boundaries outside of the house, but you were tempted. 

“i didn’t know you’d act this way, jayje. i would have done this way earlier if i had known.” you chuckled. “you got a thing for other languages?” 

“only from you and em.” 

you squeezed her hand, resisting the urge to kiss her. “i’ll make it up to you, i promise.” 

tara, picking up on the mood shift between you two, suddenly stood up. “hey, i was gonna go grab a soda, do either of you want anything?” 

“nah, i’m good. do you want anything?”

“i’m good too, thanks t.” you smiled at tara, waiting for her to leave before turning back to jj and emily. “i’m sorry i didn’t tell you guys sooner.” 

“don’t be sorry, lovey, it never came up.” emily shrugged. “i will be using this information to my advantage, though.”

“what, so you can converse in secret in front of me?”

“mostly about christmas gifts, but yes.” you joined in on the joke, a sarcastic hint in your voice. 

“your nonna is very sweet.”

“she is.” you smiled. “i’m sure she’ll love to talk about your time in italy this weekend when you guys come for dinner. she doesn’t know i’m not in the alexandria apartment anymore, i figured this would be the last hurrah before i ended the lease.” you shrugged. “if you guys don’t mind driving out there.”

“of course not, baby.” jj squeezed your hand. “are you coming home tonight, though? or are you staying at the apartment?” 

you stared at jj for a second, your eyes narrowing. you crossed your arms in front of your chest before tapping your shoulder, eyebrows rising as if silently asking her are you in control? jj slightly nodded at you before tilting her head, waiting for your confirmation. you tapped your shoulder again in confirmation, making sure nobody in the vicinity besides emily had decoded your silent conversation. 

“i’ll try. i’m not sure where my nonna is staying, but i’ll let you know.” 

“i want you home by eleven.” jj’s eyes darkened, voice dropping slightly. “no later.” 

before the conversation could take a turn, you felt a light hand on your back. turning to see justin, you smiled. 

“what’s up?”

“nonna wants to know what the plan was, are we heading back to alexandria?”

“i uh… i was hoping to stay here, actually.” you tilted your head towards jj in silent explanation. 

“does she know?”

“well, she understood the fact that emily and i were together, at least.” you chuckled as you caught your nonna talking to luke and tara. “not sure she picked up on jj’s obvious simping.” 

“either way, it is a drive back to alexandra so if we want to go to dinner, we should go now.” 

“you’re right, we should.” you turned back to emily and jj. “i’ll text you guys when i figure out where i’ll be tonight?”

jj narrowed her eyes at you with a devious smile on her face. “11pm, y/n. no later.”

with a chuckle, you stepped away, letting jj’s hand fall back to her side.

“i’ll do my best.” you smirked slightly. “we have dinner plans.”

translations:

nonna- grandmother

ciao signora, piacere di conoscerti- hello ma’am, nice to meet you!

che emozione.- how exciting

è una da tenersi stretta ed è anche carina! - she’s a keeper, she’s pretty too.

mi metti in imbarazzo- you’re embarrassing me

considerando che lei sa italiano, lei sa esattamente quello che dici, nonna.- considering she knows italian, she knows exactly what you're saying, grandma

le luci della mia vita, le ragazze che ho frequentato.- the lights of my life, the girls i've been dating

taglist: @jayden-prentiss @idkwhatever580 @multifandomlesbianic @softestqueeen @xx-spooky-little-vampire-xx

[queenendless]

🍑 Juicy 🍑

A/n: Reapplying to college got me anxious. Commissions have hit a dead end. Family drama is stressful.

And seeing fanart of so much Gojussy, all of it combined, really pushed me to write of it at least once. Many writing firsts for me on this so please go easy on me. Forgive me for my smut writing, it ain't no masterpiece.

Pairing: Top!Dom!Adult!Male!Reader x Bottom!Sub!Adult!AFAB!Gojo.

CW: 21+ MATURE CONTENT.

🔞 EXPLICIT SMUT! SO MINORS AND AGELESS BLOGS DO NOT INTERACT! DO NOT REPOST, STEAL, COPY, EDIT, TRANSLATE.

Reblog, like, share, follow. Hope you enjoy.

Seeing that plump ass jutting out of a hole in the wall was what greeted you. Hearing his bubbly cheery voice become "Yap yap yap" in your ears as you lustfully eyed his wiggling cheeks. The dripping juices already trailing down that pussy along the rest of those barren legs made your libido stand.

Gojo's words get strangles in his throat as they turn to raunchy groans for your drooling mouth immediately covered his quivering cum lips. Your fingers parted the folds as your tongue dug deeply into his warm moist caverns. Rutting his hips backwards quite desperately made your ego spike, rewarded with your fingers now roughly rubbing his clit. "Mh~! Mmgh~! Ngh~!"

"The strongest sorcerer, reduced to the neediest slut." Your scorned remark reverberating against his cunt had him gushing hard down your throat and along your chin. "Bastard — AAH~!" Satoru's retort melted into carnal moans, those peaches squishing your face in with your nose deep in his albino pubes as you made out starvingly with his pussy.

"Nnh~ Y/n~! No wait – !" The fact that your skillful tongue hit that bundle of nerves was further proof of how beastly your lust is. No amount of cum devoured would be enough to satiate you. You were always parched for his milk. "I – I'm coming –!" He always came the moment he uttered those words.

Creamy thickness painted your face, stained the front of your clothes, splotched his quivering thighs and supple calves and toe-curling feet, forming puddles along the floor. You kissed those gooey flaps before diving right back on in.

His hands slamming and clawing the wall from the other side grew muddled in your ears as you became lost in his addicting sea of semen. He came at least a dozen times before your mouth popped off his, his ass and legs sagging in relief as his fatigued pants were heard from the other side.

"My beautifully depraved whore!" Feverish spanks to those jiggly phat cheeks came next. His erotic cries paired with his legs kicking in response, having you roughly grab him by his ankles, bending his legs, with your grip biting into his skin to remind him whose in charge. "My sweet Toru~"

Your sharp canines pricked his savory flesh. The red handprints and bloody marks on that once perfectly creamy skin always looked perfect, your inner wish being that you wished they would stay, as further physical proof that his ass is yours and only yours. "Take me already~" The eagerness could be detected in his breathy tone, his ass wiggling being the cherry on the top, got you pulling your dick out of its restrictions.

Clawing your nails into those dips he had for hips left scratch marks along with the bruises as you were sucked greedily in. Slamming relentlessly into his tight familiar jussy with gusto followed. "Too good~! So FUCKIN good~!" Your salacious groans made Gojo squirt harder, a ring of cum forming where you two intersect, and his legs hugged around your waist in his trapped angle.

The ardor in your thrusts was felt as the wall slams bounced around, the cacophony of your lewd shouts fused with his. Feeling you filling his abdomen to the brim was sheer perfection. You were reaching the edge. "Come to me, Toru~! COME~!"

Satoru came undone once again. Waves of fuzzy euphoria sparked through his very being as he came on high. The sight of your conjoined essence coming out between his marked rippling cheeks had you smashing your hips in pursuit of that ever-fleeting rush.

His lips fluttering around your staff, squeezing you for all your seed, pounding into him like the sex doll that he is to you, obsessively fondling and pulling apart his asscheeks in restlessness, Gojo's breathless wanton chants of your name, it all became a typhoon of desire that drowned out all sense of reason.

When it finally came time to come down from your highs, your shaft temporarily deflated, staying within him, slacking against the wall for support, picturing Gojo's messy hair sticking to his flushed dazed heaving face, wanting to see that face in person. "Y/n." His whispered plea just about did you in.

Demolishing the wall was all too easy. Getting your giant lover on his back, mating press him, your cock striking a new nerve bunde had him spurting along your V line as well as his stuffed oven, jostling your penis to life.

"Come for me again, Toru~ A dozen more~"

[princessseeun]

"Backseat Burn"

🎵Nasty - Tinashe🎵

pairings: top!jake x bottom!mreader

genre: smut

t.w. : car sex UwU

a.n. : this was so long ago i forgot the plot #sendmebannerideasPLS

The car was still running, heat turned up just enough to blur the windows. Y/N sat straddling Jake in the backseat, hoodie unzipped and slipping off one shoulder — like he knew what it was doing to him.

Jake’s hands were everywhere. Gripping hips. Sliding up bare skin. Thumbs pressing into his waist like he couldn’t get him close enough.

“You’re gonna kill me,” Jake muttered, voice low and cracked. “Coming in here looking like that. No shirt. Just this—”

He tugged on the open hoodie roughly, letting it slide further off Y/N’s arms.

Y/N just smirked, grinding down against him. “I didn’t want to make it hard for you.”

Jake groaned, head falling back against the seat. “You made it impossible.”

Then his grip tightened, and he surged forward — mouths colliding, teeth scraping, a kiss that was more claiming than sweet.

Y/N gasped into it, hips jerking when Jake rutted up against him. The friction between them was molten, wild, too much and not enough.

“Jake—” he choked.

Jake’s mouth moved to his neck, sucking bruises deep into his collarbone. “You sound so fucking pretty. Bet you’d sound even better when I’m inside you.”

Y/N’s whole body shivered. “Then fuck me.”

Jake pulled back just enough to look at him — flushed, hoodie slipping, lips wet, pupils blown.

“You mean it?”

“I’ve been begging with my body for the past twenty minutes,” Y/N panted. “Take the damn hint.”

Jake swore under his breath. “You’re such a fucking tease.”

He reached down, undoing both their jeans with one hand while the other grabbed the condom he’d kept stashed in the glovebox. Just in case.

Y/N leaned back, bracing against the seat, letting the hoodie hang from his elbows, baring his chest like an offering.

Jake stared. "You’re so fucking beautiful."

Y/N’s breath caught. Just a second — soft, open, real — before Jake grabbed his thighs and pulled him in like he was starved.

“I’m not gonna be gentle,” Jake warned, voice rough, almost apologetic.

“I don’t want gentle,” Y/N said, gaze locked on him. “I want you. Desperate. Filthy. Real.”

Jake groaned and lined them up. Y/N's legs wrapped around his waist as he pushed in, slow at first, but it was clear neither of them had patience left.

Y/N’s head hit the window with a soft thud. “Fuck—Jake—”

Jake hissed through his teeth. “So tight—so fucking perfect for me. You were made for this.”

Every thrust had the car rocking on its axles. Every moan spilled from Y/N’s throat like he couldn’t even try to hold back. He clawed at Jake’s shoulders, his back, grabbing fistfuls of the hoodie still hanging loosely off his arms like some undone ribbon.

“Touch yourself for me,” Jake whispered, biting at his jaw. “I wanna see you fall apart.”

Y/N obeyed, hand sliding down between them, already slick and aching. He gasped when Jake shifted his angle — hitting that spot that made him see stars.

“Oh my god, do that again—fuck—”

“You gonna come just from this?” Jake panted. “Just from me ruining you in my backseat?”

“Jake—fuck—yes, yes—keep going—don’t stop—”

Jake grunted, fingers digging into Y/N’s hips. “You feel so fucking good. I’ve wanted this forever. Wanted you. Like this. Begging for it.”

“I’m yours,” Y/N gasped. “Yours—always—Jake—”

And then he broke.

Y/N came with a strangled cry, back arched, hand sticky between them. Jake followed moments later, pulling him in tight and grinding through it with a guttural groan, burying his face in Y/N’s shoulder.

The car was silent except for their breathing. Sweat, skin, heat. The hoodie barely hung on anymore, sleeves loose around Y/N’s wrists.

Jake kissed his neck, his shoulder, his cheek.

“You okay?” he whispered.

Y/N nodded, breathless. “Okay. Fucked-out. Probably can’t walk for a minute.”

Jake chuckled, pulling him closer. “Good. Stay right here.”

Y/N let his head rest against Jake’s chest, the smell of sweat and cheap car air freshener all around them.

“By the way,” Jake murmured, brushing a thumb over Y/N’s lip, “that hoodie’s mine now.”

“Guess you’ll have to take it off me next time,” Y/N whispered.

Jake smirked. “Gladly.”

[zolass]

In The King's Embrace PT. 2 | PT. 1

Top King x Bottom Male Reader x Top Warlord x Top Right-Hand Man

Soo PT 2 of In The King's Embrace- I gotta say it's basically just smut straight up. Would there be room for a bit more details? Yes of course but anygays.

MDNI, it's not my problem what you consume.

content/warning: Smut, Foursome, Double Penetration, Face fucking, Deep throating, doggy and whatever position you want, Overstimulation, forced orgasms (?), if I missed smt I'm sry.

1k words

A soft sigh accompanied by a breathy moan left you, your arms looped around Raymond’s neck, as your lover's large warm hands kept your hips steady while helping your exhausted legs, moving you on his dick. Soft grunts left Raymond while he took in your pleasured face, a soft and pleased smile formed on the king’s lips.

His grip on you was tight, like he never wanted you to leave, which he really didn’t. How many people wanted to see you just as a toy by the king’s side, the man himself knew better what he felt and thought of you.

“You’re taking me so well,” Raymond grunted, before he started to thrust upwards, as he pushed your hips down. The moans spilling from your lips was firing him up to keep going, to give you pleasure until you were satisfied. 

But just as he was about to push you over the edge, the doors to your shared bedchamber were pushed open, and in came Raymond’s brother, Edric. Edric wasn’t only your partner's brother, but also a warlord, a good one at that, coming back home victorious every single time. Yet as he pushed those doors open, both of your attention snapped over to the intruder, who had a faux apologetic look on his face, “Oh– didn’t know some action was happening in here,” yet the man didn’t even take his eyes off of you two, his eyes raked especially over the expanse of your back, to the two globes of your ass.

“What do you need Edric,” Raymond asked, as he covered you up with the blanket and a raised eyebrow directed at his brother, who stepped into the chamber and slowly stalked over to you with exaggerated big slightly swinging steps, reminding you of a child that’s about to do something mischievous, yet Edric wasn’t a child. As the tall man stopped just a step away from you two.

A small smirk formed on the warlord's face, “Well I thought you already asked your beloved about that little– idea.” the words made you glance between the brother’s before settling on your lover, “What does he mean?” you tilted your head lightly, while Raymond gently caressed your hip beneath the blanket.

“Well..” 

This was how you found yourself in the position, Raymond’s and Edric’s cocks buried alongside in your hole, thrusting in and out of you, while one hand played with your nipple and one jerked your cock, and the cock of none other than Edric’s Right-Hand man in your mouth, thrusting inside as the man abused your throat with his relentless thrusts. 

You were a shaking and moaning mess, your legs trembled, your jaw ached and your cock twitched uncomfortably by the merciless stimulation. Pathetic moans sounded in your throat, as you looked up at Moren through wet lashes. The hand of said man, was grabbing tightly onto your hair, as he pushed your face against his groin, a groan left him before he came down your throat, “Fuck– your little lover knows how to please-” Moren said, before he pulled his dick out of your mouth after you swallowed the last drop of his cum.

The two men who were still thrusting into your hole, had watched. Raymond’s heartbeat quickened, as you looped your arms back around his neck and snuggled your face against his neck, “ Ray– ‘s too much–” a whimper left you, as you felt another load filling your ass, pushing your overstimulation further and over the edge. 

You were on the verge on becoming a cock drunk mess, and despite not wanting to share you, Raymond swallowed hard at your lewd face and moans, as his cock slipped out of your hole giving Edric the chance to grab both of your hips and thrust roughly into your puffy and cumdripping clenching hole, fucking you through your orgasm and making you hold onto Raymond who pulled you into a sloppy open-mouthed kiss. 

Suddenly Edric leaned over your back, blanketing you as his mouth latched onto your shoulder, he groaned as his hips pistoned as the wet sound of skin hitting skin reverberated in the room, as his hips met your plump ass. “God– knowing how he feels, how he sucks me in so greedily, makes me jealous that you have him all for yourself, brother,” Edric spoke, as he looked over your shoulder at his brother. Your hole clenched at his words, which in return made said man fall over the edge, slamming into you one more time as ropes of white shot into your hole.

A broken moan spilled from your lips, your ass was pressed flush against Edric, but the moment he pulled out Moren spoke up, “You can take one more– right?” These men were insatiable, and so one more round actually turned into two, in which Moren fucked you in front of the other two, filling you with his own load, after having to wait for his turn.

You laid bonelessly on the filthy bed, the last two rounds had taken the rest of your energy making you fall asleep, face planted into the sheets while Moren had rubbed your bruising hips gently, before his place was replaced by Raymond. While you slept, the three men conversed for a bit, while Raymond cleaned you tenderly and freshened the bed again, before he pulled the blanket over your figure. 

“Didn’t think the day would come in which you actually find someone you love like this, brother,” Edric spoke up, as he lazed on a chair his eyes focused on his brother, who didn’t respond immediately, “Things change, don’t they?” “I guess so,” the men said their good night’s as the two other men would join you and Raymond tomorrow during breakfast in the garden.

While the two men went to another wing, close to Edric’s bedroom to continue fucking like two rabbits, Raymond laid down beside you, pulling you into his arms. He kissed your nape gently, as the events that occurred replayed in his mind– he couldn’t help the possessive feeling blooming in his chest. 

The start of your relationship hadn’t been one out of a fairytale, but it was yours and now Raymond didn’t want to share you– but he did once now led by curiosity. He did enjoy the way the three men ruined you, making you look at him with this lewd face, giving him most of your attention. It was undeniable for him, despite not wanting to share you romantically– he would enjoy watching you become a cock drunk mess like this again.

[lionizingheathen]

HERMIONE GRANGER SMUT BUT MAKE IT LIKE GOOD LUCK BABE…. if you could pretty pretty please consider writing it 🧎‍♀️

Okay you've won me over this request might be my favorite one yet.

Hermione Granger x Fem!Reader

Warnings: Smut, angst, fingering, biting, top!Hermione, bottom!reader, breakup

This is the last time.

You gasped as you stared up at the ceiling, feeling Hermione's fingers deftly working between your thighs, curling to hit the perfect spot each and every time without any instruction as she left deep marks on your neck and shoulders.

This is the last time before I tell him yes.

It's her way of saying goodbye, giving you a mind blowing orgasm... But the two of you had had a thousand last times, and you doubted that this one would be any different. Within a week you had no doubt that your face would be buried between her soft, perfect thighs again, her fingers thrusting so quickly inside you that any coherent thought was far from possible.

"You were made for my fingers." She grunted in your ear, completely animalistic in comparison to how she normally spoke, how pristine her language could be. It made you shiver as you dug your nails into her smooth, warm skin, wrapping your legs around her waist.

You wanted her as close to you as she could be, you wanted to feel her skin on you for as long as humanly possible.

"Ha... Mmm... Harder..." Your voice didn't even sound like it belonged to you - too wanton and needy, but it was how it always sounded when Hermione was fucking ruining you.

"Need more?" You nodded before remembering that she wasn't looking at you.

Speak.

"Mhm! Close, so close... Just... Harder... Please..." You choked, and Hermione let out a dark chuckle, pushing up so that she could get a better angle, her hand roughly squeezing at your breast as she added a third finger, making you gasp as she quickened her movements, a slick sound accompanying each one.

"Perfect..." She leaned in, ghosting a kiss over your lips before she bit down on the lower one, pulling it between her teeth, leaving a pleasant sting behind when she let go. "You're gonna cum for me? Good girl, cum on my fingers... Cum... Please..." That did it, it sent you spiraling over the edge, the heat that had pooled in your stomach spreading over your entire body as you writhed beneath her, digging deep into her back before you bit down on her shoulder, just for a moment.

Nothing could distract from this release, shit...

"Fuckfuckfuck! Hermione! Yes!" The world was still spinning as she slid her fingers out of you carefully, murmuring praises as you laid flat on the bed, breathing heavily... It was criminal how good she was at that. "Merlin's beard..." You breathed, looking over to see her slipping her fingers between her lips.

"Mmm..." You covered your face, feeling it burn as your cunt throbbed... Fuck, you were ready to go all over again just from seeing how she savored you.

"Shit, that's always so hot." You groaned, and she pulled your face away from your hands, leaving slow, hot kisses on your cheek before she pulled back, grinning down at you with a warmth that you knew would be gone in a few minutes.

It never lasted long... Sex softened her, but once it was over she was back to her plans.

"You taste so good." She sighed, leaning down to kiss you once more, gently stroking over your cheekbone before she cleared her throat and turned away. "Merlin, I wish you could stay forever... But it's time for you to go." You nodded, gathering your clothing up but not putting it on right away.

Normally there wasn't this much haste.

"I'll send an owl-." You paused as she did, wanting to hear what she'd say.

"No, don't. We're done. This was the last time, remember?" She said and you frowned, shaking your head before letting out a chuckle and crossing your legs... This wasn't your bed, it was hers, you should start dressing...

But starting to dress felt like accepting that it was possibly really over this time, and you didn't want that.

"Right, I'll see you next time, Hermione." You said, hoping that that would get through to her to remind her that there was never really an over with you two.

Instead, she just sort of looked over her shoulder, not even giving you the courtesy to fully turn around.

"Y/N." Your heart plummeted.

You knew that tone.

"What?" You asked, watching as she got dressed without even facing you, a new habit she'd picked up over the year. Before she'd let you help her, she'd kiss your hands as you straightened out her collars or she'd smile at you as you buttoned her pants... Now there was no warmth.

There was nothing.

You were in love, she wasn't.

"This was actually the end. I hope you know that." Hermione said carefully, and you sighed, pulling your pants back over your hips as your heart twinged in spite of yourself... You knew what she meant by that, she'd always been very clear that she had her life laid out a certain way, and she didn't like when things strayed from her plan.

You were the stray in her plan. This was the run in her previable fabric.

"What do you mean?" You asked, already knowing what she was going to say, but needing to hear it for yourself no matter how painful it was.

"I mean that I'm going to marry a man... I'm going to tell Ron yes on Monday, that I do want to be more than friends, that I'd love to be his wife, and that's just the truth of it." You grimaced, looking away from her as you felt her warm hand on your thigh, like she was trying to comfort you despite speaking to you like you were something that she could simply throw away. "Can you imagine the fuss if the Minister of Magic was married to a woman?" She asked, and the way she said it told you that she found it to be ridiculous, but you didn't.

Being married to Hermione would be heavenly... You dreamed about it quite often.

"I can imagine that we'd make a hot Minister couple... I can't imagine much else." You mumbled, and she sighed, shaking her head like you'd agreed with her despite doing the opposite.

She'd always been good at hearing what she wanted to hear.

"Exactly." No. I'm not on your side in this. "I'm already breaking molds left and right, I don't need to have another thing setting me apart from the lot, love." You frowned, wanting to prove her wrong, wanting to hear her say that she was kidding, that this was a cosmic fucking joke.

How could she make you fall in love and then leave you like it was nothing when you didn't fit her plan?

"But we have fun together." It sounded pitiful leaving your lips, but it was the best you could do right now and it was something that Hermione couldn't explain away.

She nodded, which gave you some comfort - at least you knew that you hadn't imagined that.

"We do." Then why not keep having fun. "But that's all it is. Fun." You raised an eyebrow, shaking your head.

No, because she hated when you talked to other girls, she got nervous when you seemed like you were over her... Why do all that just to leave you now?

"You were jealous when I was talking to Ginny the other day, you-." She cut you off, looking at you like you were crazy... But you weren't crazy, she'd been acting like a jealous girlfriend.

Part of you almost had forgotten that you weren't in love.

"Overreacted." You winced, looking away from her with a heavy heart. You recognized the look in her eyes, she was looking at you like you were a project that she'd completed, something that she could put away and never think of again. This really was her end. "I'm going to be someone's wife someday, but it won't be you." Fuck, did she have to say it like that? Did she have to make it sound like you weren't even human?

Sometimes you admired how well she could move on, and other times, this time, it felt like she was jamming a hot knife into your chest.

"You'll still think of me then." You said, and part of you was hoping that she would admit that she would - it was wishful thinking, if anyone could forget, it would probably be her.

Hermione would cast a spell on herself to forget you if she had to, she'd told you that late one night, tangled in your sheets after a particularly productive session... You'd laughed then, but it was clear now that it was no joke.

"I won't." ouch. "I can compartmentalize quite well." Yeah. Lethally well, you knew that.

You pulled in a shaky breath, looking at her with tears clouding your vision.

If she wanted to be like this, you could be cold right back.

"Trust me, you will." Your tone came out clipped, angry, and you saw the mask slip for a second, and the gentle woman that you'd fallen for all those moons ago was there - for a split second, it wasn't Minister-to-be Hermione Granger, it was Mione, the girl who'd spent days tutoring you in Transfiguration so that you'd pass your final year at Hogwarts, the girl who used to memorize your favorite things from Hogsmeade and surprise you with them just because... The girl who used to pull you down corridors for a quick, secret kiss... And then she was gone. And Hermione Granger remained. "And when you do, don't come crying to me with the time that you've wasted with him... I wish you the best of luck with your plan that I have no part in." You snapped, your eyes brimming with tears as you pulled your jacket over your shoulders, apparating away from her flat as quickly as you could.