#its been fun squirming and playing with my bruises

[hyperparasomnia]

My masc friend has been going through some stuff and just wanted to hit something so I offered my ass 💘

[puppyjune]

kill her. kill her. kill her.

she looks so beautiful. the bruises. the tears.

but the blood. the blood is holy. divine; the original temptation. once i see scarlet spread across her skin, i can barely stop. the lust, the drive, the carnal desire for brutality.

eyes starting to glaze over, i finally lessen my grip on her neck. so close, edging myself with her life. can i really hold myself back? what if i dont stop?

theres always next time.

why must i be so angry? its all ive known. walking into existence brings me these feelings. part of me wants to grow, but the comfort of that angry impassionate shell is so tempting. i try to step out, brave the new world of emotion. it backfires. over and over, all i know is negativity. oh, but how satisfying that rage is. grab that bat, lay her down whether she wants it or not.

…that may not be "kind", or "empathetic". but what else do i know? its just so easy to do. shes practically begging for it, im actually being nice by abusing her; right?

no no no, i get told that isnt the right way. but if so, why does it feel so good? is this the forbidden fruit? let me bite into her skin and learn what true sin is, carve it into her so she can be enlightened. oh, to be cut. the beauty of those lines, they make shiver with delight.

ah. empathy. that thing. do i really need it? i do? thats fucked. well, lets try a different approach.

brushing away some hair, i kiss her forehead and pull her close. the weight of her head on my body, the way she smiles, it just warms my heart. maybe i can understand what it means to be kind and empathetic. but why does she look at me that way? i must be imagining it. she couldnt possibly want… that. i blush, thinking of how close i came last time; shes probably thinking im blushing from her beauty right now. but all i can think of is the image of her choking herself for my pleasure. the knife on her skin.

i cant stop myself, i need that. violence, god does it make me feel fulfilled. its my one true passion, my vice, the thing that keeps my heart beating and my lust fueled. and why shouldnt i indulge? shes asking for it. obviously. cmon, that was totally what she was thinking, i dont need to ask. its more fun if i dont ask her.

ah, here again. layed out before me, a canvas to play with. i start sweet, checking in after every hit, watching where i hit and how hard, making sure to kiss her marked body.

hit, hit, hit. i look into her eyes, shes starting to squirm, maybe the pain is a bit much? i start to think about asking her if i should tone it down, or maybe just tone it down without asking, play it safe.

oh fuck, shes starting to squirm. this is what i need, the nectar ive been craving. i cant stop myself, i cant hold back. keeping her pinned down, swing after swing of that whip crashes down. my vision blurs, i feel such immense lust i cant think of anything else. how many hits until she fights back, until i have an excuse to really raise the stakes? oh please little pet, try and fight me. i need you to, then i cant be blamed for what happens next. but i get stopped. some part of me pulls me back, telling me to slow down. she gets to live a little longer.

i cant just stop now, i need to get these feelings out. "turn over. now."

good, now i have a fresh canvas to once again paint with pain. over and over, i whip her. its just, not good enough. i already did this, im over it, the rush is gone. i need to kill.

looking over, i see my bat. or specifically, a kendo sword. those bound strips of wood, that slight bend, just adds such a wonderful sprinkle on top of the pain from the swing. shes still down, dazed from the whip.

hit. hit. hit. kill. break her legs. she cant run. she cant resist. one swift hit to the head, bash her face with the bat, then there will be no resistance.

oh, ive done it again. i nearly couldnt stop myself. here i am, having mounted her, bat pressed against her neck, my entire weight and strength being offered for her demise. i need it, i need her to die. i need to kill. the marks on her legs shine against her pale skin. i made sure each leg had a good enough mark to make it difficult to walk, impossible to run. along with every. other. bruise. god, does she look beautiful. i feel true pleasure fill my heart as i look into her eyes. those divine eyes. tears silently rolling down her reddened face, the look of pain only brought by my abuse, the way you can see just how close she came to death. those dull eyes, barely able to comprehend what they see. if i could only have one wish, it would be to watch the life drain from peoples eyes as i use them for my pleasure.

[bellasmumblingsandmusings]

WIP WEDNESDAY

SPOILER WARNING for What Could Have Been (Chapter 3 on Tumblr)

Also my new favorite kind of smutt - Flashback smutt

When things were good CW: WIP, NSFW, Rough Sex, PnV sex, mild allusions to exhibitionism, and generally AA gets a bit freaky, wanton destruction of property. Smutt after the jump - just a tease, a sample, an amus bouche if you will.

A year and some time ago...

With little warning, he hoisted her up in his arms, walking her to the nearest table. He swept everything aside in one motion and set her down on the surface, pinning her wrists on either side of her head. His eyes burned with a deep, possessive hunger.

Sima laughed and moaned as she hit the table with a thud, a wicked smile on her face as he pinned her arms, a small struggle she knew he relished. Before she could wrap her legs around him, he gripped the front of her leather waistband and tore the garment apart. Sima gasped at his ferocity, her lace panties unable to hide the glistening drip from her folds. "By the hells," she whispered, taking in his newfound strength.

Astarion grinned, feeling the heat in her core as she felt his strength. He did the same with her bodice, and his fingers found one of her hardened nipples, teasing and pinching it gently. "Oh, we're going to have so much fun, my dear," he promised. He quickly removed her panties and threw them aside, leaving her bare before him. He leaned over her, his breath hot against her ear. "And I promise, you'll have plenty of bruises to enjoy come morning."

Sima moaned and whined as he pinched her nipples the way she loved, her brown skin glistened with sweat, and her coiling ache made her only clench more. She struggled against his hold, craving his rough touch. She managed to nip his ear before he pulled away and moaned, "Stop talking and touch me...gods."

"So demanding, little love," Astarion teased, his voice low and husky. "But if it's a touch you want…" He captured her mouth in a scorching kiss, his hands caressing every inch of her skin. He marked a trail down her jaw, leaving kisses and love bites. As he did, he slid a hand between her soaked thighs, roughly parting them and finding the folds he wished to mark as his. "Gods, I need you," he whispered, his voice barely audible as he circled her clit with his thumb. "So wet. So ready for me. All mine," he murmured as he explored her.

Sima groaned into the kiss, loving the roughness of his touch. When his fingers pushed roughly into her, she whimpered with need, bucking her hips against his hand. She needed more, a desperate hunger growing inside her. She bucked and rolled, her moans a symphony to his rough pleasure.

The sight of her writhing in bliss beneath him sent a spike of carnal heat through him. He continued his ministrations, his fingers stroking with practiced skill. His free hand rested on her hip, pinning her to the table. "Ah ah. Not yet," he whispered, his thumb slowing its pace. "Be a good girl and let me enjoy this first. Patience, darling."

He wanted nothing more than to dive into her, but he wanted to feel her squirm, to tease her until she was fully worked up. "My needy girl," he said softly, his tone affectionate. "You'll get what you want soon, I promise. But this is a time for play," his fingers brushed against her inner walls, searching for that spot that would make her mewl and quiver.

Sima moaned as his hand found that spot and  pushed against it relentlessly. She bucked her hips in earnest, rolling them against him. The table rattled, items falling from his rough movements. Her eyes were blown out with lust, her back arched. The sound of their skin meeting and the wetness filled the room, likely the room beside them given the thin walls. But she didn't care.

"Shhh," he whispered, increasing the pressure as his fingers moved, his thumb working her clitoris. "Can't have any of the neighboring guests hearing how I bring you to the peak of pleasure. Unless you want to give them a show." He grinned against her skin as the table shook, his teeth against her neck as the pace of his hands increased. He loved the way she squirmed and panted, her body a masterpiece for him to play with. He lifted her leg with one hand, the other continuing its work. "I'd take so much pleasure in watching you unravel," he said softly, his breathing ragged. "As the rest of our so-called friends hear me ravish you. To hear you crying out my name as I taste your sweetness, all while they'll be nothing but envious, powerless things listening. Nothing but a show…for us to revel in," he purred, feeling her grow tight.

"You're close, aren't you?" he whispered, his thumb circling her clit as his fingers delved even deeper and curled into her soaking core. ....and that's a little something coming up soon! There's much more Cheers!

Bella

[pervspace]

Hey bby!! Could u do smut but its vendetta leon x a goth reader??? I mean like, romantic goth?? I was thinking him n the reader experimenting with new kinks??? Idk

warnings: nsfw, m.reader, age gap!!! (leon is late 30s reader is early 20s), choking, pain play, mean leon :(, daddy/master/sir kink, marking and bruising, aftercare!!

word count: 1079

note: this was so sweet to write ty anon!!

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“leon, can we talk for a second?” leon placed his beer bottle down before turning away from his computer to face you, he gave you a gentle smile before beckoning you to his lap. you happily sat on his lap, he noticed that you were holding his journal. ah shit. “don’t get mad but…i read through your journal and…do you really wanna try that impact stuff with me?” he stared at you blankly before letting out an airy laugh, “let an old man have his fantasies, geez kid.” you felt his leg start to bounce making you giggle, it’s not like you weren’t flattered at the long paragraphs written about all the different ways he wanted to hurt sexually you. “tell you what mr. kennedy, i’ll let you try out the whole impact play shit you’ve written about me. that’d be pretty fun hm?” leon instantly perked up at your words, he was instantly intrigued. “babe…have you read it? i feel like you should-“ “i’m a grown man, i know what i want. and what i want is you, leon.” time for prepping!

you and leon went through everything you needed to before starting, safewords, nonverbal cues, what to do and not to do. he was very cautious since he could easily get caught up in what he was doing, he just wanted to keep you safe. “again, baby, if you want to change your mind now you can, i promise i won’t be mad.” you placed your hand on his cheek before peppering his face in your black lipstick, “it’s okay leon, i promise. i know what to do if it ever gets too much.”

IMPACT PLAY + DEGRADATION

‘i want to hurt him, i know it sounds bad but the thought of hurting him and leaving bruises on him makes my cock throb. i want to see him cry from all the pain and the names i call him. i want to see him bruised up and wanting for me, i couldn’t possibly tell him this though. he would definitely think i’m a fucking creep.’

smack.

you let out a pained cry as his hand came in contact with your soft cheeks again, you couldn’t focus on anything but the pain he gave you. your face was burning and your thighs were scarred and bruised, everything hurts on your body but it feels so good. “how many?” what? how many? “h-huh?” you looked up at him confused, what the hell did he mean how many? “how many times have you been hit today, hm?” you we’re trying to remember, you were trying your very best. you couldn’t focus with him staring daggers into you, you squirmed in discomfort. “…i-i don’t know…” leon looked annoyed and frustrated, you looked down ashamed with yourself. “i-i’m sorry! i’ll try to remember-“

smack.

you fell over holding onto your cheek, he continued to hit the back of your thighs and ass with a riding crop. you tried to crawl away from him, only to feel his hand push the back of your neck down, effectively locking you down. he placed his knee on your lower back and applied only a little bit of pressure, you wiggled under his weight. “don’t try to run away, slut. you wanted this, and i’m going to give it to you.” you whimpered at the harshness of his voice, he yanked you on your back to see your face covered in tears. he smiled at his hand work, his eyes trailed down to your hardened cock that was wet with your precum. “aw look at your pathetic cock, want me to touch it? want me to make you feel good?” you nodded frantically, raising your hips to feel any type of friction on your sensitive cock. “pl-please i’ll be go-good. i’ll be s-so good! just j-just make me cum please…pleaseee…?” he thought for a moment before taking the tool in his hands and dragging it across your twitching cock, you groaned in discomfort, you just wanted to cum and he was being so mean to you.

“here the deal, im not gonna touch your slutty cock. so i’ll just use my favorite toy on you, you don’t even deserve my touch.” “w-wait no! d-don’t use-“ you let out a loud cry of desperation and pain as he started to smack your cock around, aiming directly for your wet tip. each hit sent painful shocks throughout your body, but it somehow still felt so good. you quickly felt yourself nearing your orgasm, “puh-pleaaasee can i cum? please please please?” you grabbed onto his shirt desperate for his approval, you wanted to cum on his terms. “tch, desperate slut.” he used the tip of the tool to quickly run against your sensitive tip, you arched your back at the sudden action while letting out a loud shriek.

“what do you say when daddy gives you what you want, hm? don’t tell me you’ve already forgotten.” you felt his hand grab onto your throat, hard enough to knock the wind out of you. “th-th-thank you d-daddy- mph- i-im cumming thank you!l” his grip on your throat didn’t falter, it only got tighter as your orgasming hit you full force. you grabbed onto his forearm trying to gasp for air, your back was stuck in a permanent curve, your toes curled, your cock jumped with each rope of cum that spilled out of it. you couldn’t breathe but the orgasm made up for it, your eyes were rolled back as you slowly started to fade. “baby, look at me, are you alright?” you we’re tired, your body ached, and your throat was killing you. you could only manage to nod at his question while giving him a small smile, he returned the smile before picking you up bridal style and walking to the bathroom.

“gonna get you nice and clean up okay?” you nodded, he never let go of you during the cleaning process. keeping your hand firmly in his, gently washing the sweat and sore spots of your body, kissing places that you winced at. when it was finally time for bed he dressed you himself, tossing you in one of his shirts and wrapping you in a giant blanket burrito. “you did so good for me, such a good boy.” your face warmed at the praise, he kept you firm against his chest before you felt the warm of sleep taking you over. “so cute, good night lovely.”

[yanderenightmare]

Can we pwees get the darling rebelling against intimacy with Todoroki and Deku and Shinso. Plz mizz nightmare. I need them!!

yandere ! BNHA

TIP-JAR

goodiebag WARNINGS: yandere, abuse, nsfw, noncon/dubcon, degradation, threats, manipulation, mind-control, Shinso's darling is always a neko hahah

TODOROKI SHOTO

“Why do you reject me?” Shoto’s nonchalant voice broke through your whining noises of discomfort.

Where he had you on your back on the bed like always. Your thighs spread to each their designated place on either side of his arm, as he played with your heat in his cold hand.

“Am I not desirable to you?” He pouted. His slim eyes fixed on the disgusted look on your face.

Your hands busy making a pointless effort of twisting your fist out of where he had them pinned above you. Ever so nonchalant, as though his grip wasn’t bruising or burning.

You didn’t bother answering him.

You didn’t know much about what went on inside Shoto’s head. But, thought that ignoring him would hurt, or at least upset him the most.

“Do you want someone else?” He asked then. His hand retracting itself to rest on your thigh.

You had half the mind to bite out a bitter ‘anyone, but you’. But, held your tongue as jealousy was not a color you’d seen on the man’s face yet.

And you weren’t exactly dying to know if it was an emotion expressed through burns or frostbite.

He squeezed some on the flesh of your thigh with a look of deep thought painted on his porcelain face. Before deciding to share his thoughts.

“The same idea has crossed my mind…” He mumbled. Earning your puzzled look.

His next comment making your stomach fold.

“I wonder how much you’d squirm beneath Bakugou.”

His voice calm and nearly innocent with its complete candidness.

Plain look on his face even when looking into your eyes that had gone completely moon-wide now.

“Much more than what you do with me I wager…” He smiled softly. Voice still smooth as he looked down into your pitiful pools of building anxiousness. “It would be fun to watch him ravish you.”

Your throat was tight as you swallowed. Trying to convince yourself he was only being cruel in his strange ways.

But something about the excitement in his bicolored eyes told you otherwise. Along the fact that he’d never been one for jokes.

“Or perhaps you’d like Midoriya instead?”

You shook just a bit by the thought. Recurring stories Shoto’d told you about the man. Stories resembling a callous and calculating villain, much less the number one hero. You wouldn't want to be caught beneath that nor the former.

“I can’t promise you he’d be any less rough than me though.”

You flinched when his hand started up again. Stopping in messaging your thigh to run fingertips so very cold up you belly and chest to where you heart couldn’t seem to calm down.

“Hm- Maybe one isn’t enough for you at all?” He questioned.

His slender hands rubbing your throat now. Stroking his thumb up and down your jugular.

“Would you like them both?”

He leaned forward until his bangs brushed against your forehead and his breath fanned across your lips. So close, you could see the blitz in his eyes. A look so crippling you felt he was undressing your soul just like he’d done your body.

His voice still so soft it was smothering.

“Maybe they’d bring along friends and we’d get to see how much you could take before breaking.”

You shuddered and broke from his eye-contact. Bowing your head with a small sniffle, followed by a whimper breaching from you as you shook your head.

“What’s this? You changed your mind?” He remarked.

“I don’t want anyone else.” You whispered weakly in the only voice you could manage at the moment.

Shoto’s icy palm cupped your cheek and raised your chin so he could level you with his eyes.

“No? You certain?” He whispered back and your entire body sprung with goosebumps. A tear running slowly down either side of your face as you chewed some on your lip.

Hands slack in his grip above your head.

“Yes, Shoto. I only want you.” You sniveled.

Another small smile crept onto his face as he looked upon your teary features.

“Such enthusiasm.” He commented. “My friends got you so hot and bothered.”

He blew on your neck and your breath hitched on your trembling lips.

While his firm lips kissed your throat.

“One phone-call, snowflake-” He moaned and placed another kiss upon your collar. “They’d be here in minutes.”

He let go of the grip he had around your wrists and moved to rub a nipple between his fingertips.

And his other hand moved to where it had been before.

Between your thighs, with cold digits running over your warm and soft core.

“Bakugou would be thrilled to break my girl over his knee… and Midoriya would love to comfort you afterwards.” He continued in a low murmur, but you shook your head at the nauseatingly scary thought.

“I don’t want them, I want you. I only want you.” You vowed with a tiny cry, as though you were begging.

“Mh…” Shoto hummed, peeking through his bangs at you before kissing a nipple and rubbing your clit. “Then act like it.”

MIDORIYA IZUKU

“Bunny~ I’m home!” Deku’s voice came booming from the outer-door.

You’d heard him pull up the driveway some minutes ago and were expecting him.

It wasn’t as if you thought it would help to hide…

But, knowing that wasn’t enough to stop you though.

“Bunny?” His voice came again, but you didn’t answer.

And then that nerve-wreaking chuckle came rumbling like thunder and you swore you were going to choke on the tremors of your own heart.

“You’ hiding from me, little one?”

You knew you were supposed to greet him by the door. Throw yourself into his arms as though he was all you’d been thinking of all day. But, you just couldn’t bring yourself to do it.

“Come out and play, baby-face~” His voice called once again and you had to cover your ears.

The crinkle between your brows just deepening where you sat on the cold hardboard floor of the closet. Rocking back and forth with your lip caught between your teeth. Trying to hold back the tears of dread

“Daddy’s brought a present for you~”

You nearly whimpered at that. Hiding your head between your knees

“Coming to find you, Bunny…”

You heard steps in the hallway leading to you. Massive thunderous steps you convinced yourself shook the thin walls of the wooden closet you sat in.

“And when I do…” He began warning. Another cripplingly low chuckle following the rumble in his rust. “We’re gonna go straight to bed.

Eyes wide as your stomach made a twist by the thought of hosting his massiveness inside. Cunt twitching involuntarily by the thought. Mouth watering as though you’d bitten your tongue too hard.

“We can have dinner later…” He dismissed. “‘Cause right now…”

His voice was close.

“All I want…”

Right outside.

“Is you.”

The closet door flew open and in the opening the giant stood towering in the light.

“There you are, Bunny.” He sighed. Eyes an ill luminescent green. Eerily lighting up his face like foxfire.

“No-” You whimpered. Hands stretched forward in and effort of warding him off. “Stay away- S-stop-”

He ignored you. Blissful smile on his face as he grabbed your wrist and threw your small body up over his shoulder.

“Why so jumpy, Bunny?” He asked innocently while putting his massive palm over the dome of your ass. Strong thick fingers carving into goosebumbed plush flesh before giving you a tiny smack

“Please, Izuku-” You yelped. “I- ah- I don’t want to- have sex with you. I don’t want-” You began crying. Banging your tiny fist on his back, even when it seemed so utterly pointless.

“Silly Bunny.” He dismissed with a chuckle. Kissing your hip. “Don’t you know?”

He bounced you off his shoulder for you to land on the bed.

“You always change your mind in the end.”

He climbed over you before you could gather yourself enough to crawl away.

“You always tell me you love it and make such happy noises for me when I make you cum.”

Your will and pride and anger told you to fight back, but fear and helplessness made you cry as you carried out your pathetic efforts. His words making you shudder and cringe as you felt the roughness of his hands greedily stroke upon your smooth skin.

“No-” You whined, trying to shove him away.

His wild curls tickling the skin of your chest as he buried his face between your warm pillowy tits.

“You just need to feel me first.” He urged in a mumble against your flesh.

Rubbing his stubbled chin against you while you wormed in discomfort beneath him.

“I’ve been wanting to feel you all day long.” He groaned. Grinding his bulge against your thigh. “I’m so ready to get inside you, I don’t think I’ll let you go again.” His voice moaned intrudingly load against you.

His large hands holding you still for him to use as he so wished.

“Just you and me, wet and warm and sticky until morning.”

Another cry broke form you, but was interrupted by the man’s distraction.

“Oh-” He exclaimed. “Almost forgot.”

His hands removed from you to fish something out of his pocket

“Your present…”

Pulling out a pink choker with a little jingle bell attached to it. He made some intricate adjustments with his fingers and the locking mechanism came undone.

“A pretty collar for my pretty pet.” He purred while snaking the necklace around your throat. Keeping it snug, though thankfully slack enough to be comfortable.

The humiliation wasn’t as merciful though.

Your eyes downcast, but could still spot Izuku’s salacious smirk where he leaned forward admiring his pretty possession.

“With this I won’t lose you again.” He voiced. Fingering a lock of your hair. Looping it around his pointer until you bit your lip and another tear slipped down your cheek. “No matter where you might wind up lost...”

He caught the rebel droplet on his knuckle while stroking your face. Giving your forehead a kiss, he began dragging the zipper to his hero-suit down his chest. Whispering.

“I’ll find you.”

SHINSO HITOSHI

You had your back hunched. Claws drawn.

He was back and it was time to stand your ground.

Your tail coiled tall in the air.

Sharp fangs flashed hostilely.

Eyes narrowed at the man in front.

Clad in only frilly lavender underwear and the collar you couldn’t for the life of you seem to rip off.

“Heh, kitten…” Your captor chuckled. “Best thing about coming home is you.” His mockingly sweet voice mouthed in that sarcastic drawl all his words always drip with. Endeared by your wild disheveled hair while casually removing the gadget belt to his hero costume.

Visibly happy to be home.

“I hate you.” You seethed and the man cocked his head at you. His face splitting into a wide yet lazy grin. Accompanied by an ugly chuckle dry in his throat. As jaded as his eyes.

“Oh?” He piqued. Unbothered, or rather amused, as he lifted his black sweater off over his head. “You hate me?”

He left the article on the floor. His complementary dark cargo’s hanging low on his hips without the support of his belt. A path of purple fluff peeking out, running from his crotch up his firmly carved stomach like an ant-trail.

Capture weapon dangling like the bands of a mummy around his shoulders. Crossing over his puffed chest decorated by tough scars and bruises.

“Nothing to say?” He teased and her eyes narrowed some more as she lowered herself even further.

Ready to leap.

“Nothing at all, Kitten?” He pushed. Slight edge to his tone with his hands held at the reins. Scarf stretched and winding between his firm fingers.

Ready to ensnare.

“Come on... pet. Say that again.” He coaxed, snapping the band between his fists. “Let me hear you loud and clear.”

You thought about it. As overwhelmed and frustrated as you were, filled with boiling rage and vexation towards your insane captor.

But, ultimately, you couldn’t risk being tricked into triggering his quirk.

“No?” He asked. Taking a threatening step towards you with brows high and testing.

Clicking his tongue with a sigh when you didn’t answer.

“Fine then-” He mumbled. “I guess foreplay’s over.”

Cracking his neck with a groan, he seemed relaxed and neutral with his eyes closed.

Before they snapped open again with newfound focus.

“Time for the main event.”

Binding-cloth flew towards you before you could even as much as think of clawing at the air in front of you.

Captured instantly.

All you could was whine and worm.

“Struggle all you want, Kitty.” Shinso chuckled, while pulling you towards him.

Like a spider would its prey.

“We both know you'll end up a wet whiny moaning mess once I get started with you.”

He had your wrist neatly secured behind your back with his capture weapon in no time.

Twirling you around, he pushed you onto the bed. Stomach first and face down.

Your tail up.

Curling around and just begging to be yanked.

Something of which Shinso did with glee.

His fist grabbing onto the tip of the soft brush. Before proceeding to wrap it around his hand like one would bandage a cut until hitting the base. Pulling some more. Making you hiss before crying.

“You can’t help the way your body reacts to me.” He purred. His lilac eyes reveling at the sight of your thighs starting to shake.

Giving a little gleeful chuckle. His other hand made itself known.

Stroking two thick fingers up the puff of the sore little pussy he’d fucked raw before leaving for work only some hours ago.

Still full with his cum. Still with the feeling of him deep in your guts. And of how he’d bred you dumb.

You couldn’t help but mew at the feeling. His rough finger-pads rubbing over the fine silk of your panties. Such playful friction it made you shiver. Where all you wanted was to rock yourself backwards and beg for more.

Shinso chuckled some again. Smirking once your cute ears parted atop your head.

“It’s only natural your instincts recognize who’s in charge.”

His smile wide and lazy as he watched you try to contain yourself. Even when he could smell it in the air as well as feel it in the heat warming his fingers just how wrecked and ready you were for him.

“Though… you should do yourself a favor, Kitty, and start listening to yourself-”

You made a hiss and bit out a flustered comment. “F-fuck you-”

Funny you’re the cat, but Shinso’s the one who’s always got your tongue.

And mind and body.

“Exactly right...” He simpered.

Admiring how your tense body turned soft and fight-less. Your back becoming a smoother slope as your ass arched into him. Your pretty face blanking as his quirk brought you to your knees as it always does.

“Fuck me.”

TIP-JAR

BAKUGOU, KIRISHIMA, DENKI, ENJI

SHIGARAKI, HAWKS, DABI

[kaizoku-gary]

For your eyes only

Pairing: Buggy x female reader

Genre: smut

Word count: 2490

Warnings/Tags: dom/sub play, masturbation, teasing, cursing, dirty talk, rough sex, squirting, Buggy putting his DF to good use.

Summary: Buggy wants you to pull a little show for him.

A/N: "His penis can fly too." Eiichiro Oda.

Read it on AO3

Cover: credits to the author.

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It is high noon. There isn’t a single cloud in the sky, and the blazing midday sun is cooking everyone on deck alive. Being the lookout on such a hot day would be torture if you hadn't brought an umbrella with you.

"Oi! Y/N! Are you up there? The captain wants to see you...now!" Galdino's voice rises effortlessly above the lively sound of the men working on deck. There's a hint of discomfort in his tone, but you ignore it; climbing down with considerable expertise. 

"~ On my way ~" You reply in a sing-songy tone, jumping down the ropes when you're sure the height won't break your legs. The man throws an unamused look at you and you chuckle teasingly before leaving.

"Right before lunch. I swear to God..." You hear Galdino mumble between his teeth as you hurry to the captain's cabin, unable to hide your excitement.

You've been dating Buggy long enough to know the meaning behind his urgency. If he'd only wanted to talk or spend some time with you, he'd come to you personally. Unless he's got something else in mind. Something way more fun than just having a chat.

You reach his door and remain still for a moment, taking a few deep breaths to calm you down. Your heart races with expectation after you announce your presence with a distinctive knock on the door. Buggy's voice coming from the other side puts an end to your nervous fidgeting and you step into the room.

"How can I help you, captain?" You coo, closing the door behind you and walking towards his desk. All the while letting your eyes wander on his features.

The room may not be as hot as the surface, but it is warm enough for Buggy to be wearing a tight tank top. His strong arms and broad chest instantly catch your attention and you bite your lower lip as you ogle him. I hope you bend me over that desk and fuck me blind. You think as you wait for an answer.

"Take off your clothes," Buggy commands in a rough tone without taking his eyes off the papers in front of him.

From the way he writes on his logbook -almost like stabbing its thick pages- you can tell he's dealing with a lot of stress. The captain is a time bomb about to explode and you're happy to find yourself inside the blast radius, even if that means you won't be able to sit or walk properly for a couple of hours. Maybe days if you're lucky enough.

"As you wish, captain," you reply, noticing your core already throbbing with anticipation. Following his orders, you step out of your shoes and slowly pull your shirt up, revealing a collection of hickeys scattered across your torso. Some of them -the recent ones- have a dark purple tone, others are barely visible.

"Flashy," Buggy says in a deep voice, admiring his masterpiece. The beautiful sight of your abused skin distracts him from his work, and he is eager to mark you further in case you dare to forget to whom you belong.

Buggy's greedy hands float towards you. The tips of his fingers trail the bruises on your ribs, before traveling to your belly. You squirm under his light but electrifying touch and the temperature of your body raises, making your ears go red. His hands wander to your back and a needy whimper scapes you when he firmly grabs your buttocks. There is nothing but lust in his dazzling blue eyes and you tremble knowing what awaits you.

“Go on,” He commands, giving your butt one last squeeze before letting go of you.

Unbuttoning your shorts is not an easy task when you're desperately aroused and sweat makes your fingers slippery. But you manage to unzip them and pull them down in a slow movement before kicking them away. Your thighs are also covered in marks and Buggy grunts at the sight, leaning back on his chair with a devilish grin on his face.

Without wasting time, you unhook your bra and free your soft breasts; eliciting a pleased hum from your captain. His predatory gaze is setting your skin ablaze and your whole body aches for him. You are impatient to feel his weight on top of you, and hear his low groans as he sinks into your soaked slit.

"Play with them, pet,” Buggy demands in a deep velvety tone, bringing you back to the present. The captain licks his lips as he places a hand around your neck, letting his thumb ghost over your pulse.

Your fingers tease the underside of your breasts and you close your eyes to let the delicate sensation engulf you. Sweet quiet sighs leave your mouth as you cup your breast and rub the palm of your hand against your hardened peaks. Your body begs for more and you indulge in pinching your sensitive nipples, moaning at the intoxicating sensation.

"On the bed. Now,” Buggy orders, giving your cheek a gentle pat. His pants have grown uncomfortably tight and he wonders how long will he resist his own hunger.

You climb on the mattress to rest your back against the pillows, while he moves his chair in front of the bed. The bulge in his pants catches your attention and your mouth waters. Fuck me now, Buggy. You think, rubbing your thighs together for a little friction.

"Let me see that sweet pussy of yours," Buggy hisses and you buck your hips to the sound of his voice. I'll let you do whatever you want to this pussy. You think, considering all the delicious possibilities.

In a single swift movement, you get rid of your soaked panties, and the piece of fabric meets the rest of your clothes on the floor. The pounding in your chest intensifies when you notice the weight of the captain's gaze on you. Your half-lidded eyes meet his and you spread your legs, finally exposing your wet folds to him.

"Touch yourself," Buggy demands, leaning back to enjoy the show. "Imagine my hard cock teasing your wet little cunt," he adds, letting out a low grunt while he leisurely strokes his clothed erection. His deep dark voice and the lewd way he looks at you are driving you insane.

Letting lust take full control over your body, you open your legs further; giving yourself more room to play. Your hand ghosts over your lower belly until the tip of your fingers reach your nub. You let your head fall back, closing your eyes as quiet moans leave your mouth. Your digits move in a slow circular motion and the intoxicating sensation makes your toes curl.

"B-Buggy... Please" you pant a few moments later as you increase the rhythm of your fingers. Your whole being is begging for him to come and fuck you into the mattress. To use your body as he pleases until you pass out from sheer pleasure.

“What is it, pet? Need a hand?” Buggy teases, letting out a breathy chuckle when you moan an affirmative answer.

With your eyes still shut, you don't notice his hand floating towards you until two fingers push smoothly inside your throbbing entrance. The sudden but welcomed intrusion makes you choke a moan and you open your eyes to meet Buggy's mischievous gaze. The captain teases you g-spot and you lose the ability to form coherent words.

“So fucking naughty” Buggy whispers when you begin rubbing your clit desperately, seeking for that sweet release. "I love it when you're nothing but a horny mess, my treasure," he adds increasing the tempo and you scream his name.

Buggy's fingers undulate inside you, hitting that sweet spot, again and again, while you moan and curse aloud. The tension between your legs becomes unbearable and when he adds a third finger, you go over the limit.

"Fuck... Buggy~" you cry out his name as the climax overcomes you in warm violent waves; making your muscles spasm involuntary as your juices spill on the sheets, leaving a wet spot on the bed.

"So tasty," Buggy growls, looking at you with lecherous eyes as he licks his fingers clean. "Are you ready for another round, pet?" He teases, unzipping his pants to free his rock-hard erection. A clear stream of pre-cum drips down his shaft and you lick your lips.

"Yes, captain,” you plead, using your fingers to spread your folds open; inviting him to lose himself in you.

"Not yet, my treasure," Buggy chuckles, detaching his member. "I want you to play with it as you do with your toys," he says with a predatory tone, moving to the edge of the seat to rest his forearms on his thighs. The crimson blush on your cheeks and the nervous way you avoid his gaze let him know this isn't the first time something like that crosses your mind.

You wrap your hand around Buggy's erection and something primitive and wild possesses you. A long drawn-out moan scapes you when you bring its velvety tip to one of your nipples, coating it with pre-cum as you tap its head on your oversensitive skin. From the noises coming from Buggy, you can tell he's having a hard time controlling himself.

“Fuck, pet,” Buggy pants, closing his eyes to relish the enticing sensation as he groans deeply. "Should I go over there and work that dripping pussy open?"

"Yes, captain... Please," you beg, letting go of him; wishing he would join you at last.

"Open your eyes," Buggy commands, and you do as told.

Locking his gaze with yours, the captain takes off his hat. His silky blue hair falls over his shoulders and he ties it in a loose ponytail, perfectly aware of the effect it causes on you. The muscles in his torso contract and stretch as he leisurely takes off his clothes, and you mewl, eager to run your hands down his well-built body. His skin is also covered with bruises and bite marks... Just in case he dares to forget to whom he belongs.

Buggy climbs on the bed to place himself between your legs and you hold your breath. His intense blue eyes are full of animalistic desire and he holds your gaze while entering you slowly; allowing you to savor the feeling of his girth stretching your walls.

You moan wrapping your legs around his waist to take him even deeper. His mouth finds your neck and you melt under his body when he begins sucking on your skin. Later you'll be proudly wearing his new mark.

The world around you disappears as your bodies heatedly press together, crashing like ocean waves. His length sinks over and over into your heat and all you do is moan his name like a prayer; clinging to him as if you were going to float away otherwise.

"Fuck. You're so wet," Buggy breathes against your collarbone, making your walls clench around him. 

You tug lightly at his hair, guiding him to your mouth until your lips meet in a hungry kiss. His taste is strong and intoxicating, and you sigh happily under his spell; welcoming him as he deepens the kiss and pounds harder into you, setting an agonizing pace.

"Oh, Buggy,” you moan, digging your nails into his back; leaving red trails on his skin as he continues to massage your walls so delightfully.

"You feel so fucking good, my treasure" the captain groans, pounding harder into you. Pleased at the way your warmth engulfs him so perfectly. 

"Turn around," Buggy orders, suddenly slipping out of you and sitting on his heels. You follow his command without a second thought, lifting your hips for him.

Buggy takes a moment to admire your dripping slit. Your folds are swollen and he teases them with the tip of his fingers, making you whimper against the pillows. He knows your body is aching for him and his chest puffs with pride seeing you so desperate.

"Are you ready, pet?" Buggy teases in a dark tone, positioning himself against your entrance before giving your butt a firm slap. "Let's see how loud you can scream my name," he concludes, digging his nails into your hips as he sinks into you.

"Fuck, Buggy," you cry out as the captain slams his hips against yours. The wet obscene sound of your squelching juices mixes with his low growls, making your core throb.

"You take it so well, my treasure," Buggy growls against your ear before pulling your hair; forcing you to arch your back. The sharp pain in your scalp combined with Buggy's merciless thrusts feels like heaven.

"Come on my cock, pet," Buggy growls, letting go of your hair to hold your hips in place as he uses his remaining energy to bring you over the edge.

The fire burning inside you finally grows beyond your control and your body combusts in an explosion of ecstasy. You squirt for a second time and your mind goes completely blank. Your body floats in a sea of bliss and time seems to stop.

Seconds after, Buggy sinks his teeth into your shoulder as his thrusts become more and more erratic; letting out a muffled growl when his own release takes over, spilling himself inside your pulsating walls.

"Fucking flashy,” Buggy pants in your ear as his body spams against yours, and you chuckle. 

With eyes closed and a soft smile on your face, you lay prone on the bed. Exhausted and sore, but extremely happy. Buggy drops next to you with the same foolish expression you're wearing.

"Was I helpful, my captain?” you tease once you get back your breath. Reaching out to stroke Buggy's chest.

“Fuck yes, you were, baby,” Buggy replies letting out a breathy laugh as he runs his fingers over your arm. "Are you alright?" He says rolling on his side to look at you. His fingers grace over the new bite mark he left on your shoulder.

"I am," you reply moving closer to kiss him softly, letting your fingers play with his hair.

"Are you hungry, baby” Buggy asks, breaking the kiss and staring lovingly into your eyes.

"I’m starving,” you reply sitting on the bed.

"Hey, you out there! I know you can hear me! Your captain and the love of his life need food! NOW!" Buggy yells and you cover your ears, shaking your head as you chuckle.

"What?” Buggy asks as "Right away, captain" can be heard from outside.

"Nothing... What do you think we can do in five minutes?” You ask jokingly, leaning down to kiss him again.

"Change the sheets and then... cuddle?” Buggy replies and you laugh.

"I love you, Buggs,” You say, standing up to search for clean bedclothes.

"Who doesn't?” he replies jokingly.

"Idiot,” you chuckle, throwing a pillow at him.

"I love you, too." He replies blowing you a kiss.

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[bnha-dumpster]

Hear me out

Step-brother Shigaraki shoving a vibe in (male) reader during a dinner and Shigaraki is controlling the vibrator and then after dinner Shigaraki fucks the life out of Reader

i was gonna work on monster stuff but this is just *chef's kiss* i think i'm going down the road of a pseudo-incest kink whoops and laughs at myself as i add plot for no reason (also gives you guys a visual reference of the toy in the fic)

pairing: step-brother shigaraki x male reader content tags/warnings: dub-con, pseudo-incest, mild exhibitionism, choking, sex toys, degradation, mind break word count: 2.1k

Things around the household have changed drastically since your mother remarried. You love your mother and want her to be happy, but you feel that things have changed far too fast and far too much.

You had been told that your step-father wanted you to move in with him for two reasons. One; you don't have a job since you're attending university full-time and two; his house is pretty close to your university. You've seen his house from the outside and you can't deny the thought of living in such a large house is pleasant. It's a good deal. But if you had been told that your step-father has a shut-in son that lives with him before moving in, you might've reconsidered it.

Shigaraki is rude and has zero social skills. While you don't actually mind people that don't have social skills- it's often times not their fault- there's something about your step-brother that just unnerves you. You see him and alarm bells go off in your mind.

He likes to catch you off guard. Coming into your room to watch you, pinning you to surfaces, groping you, watching you shower- there's something really wrong with him.

"Tomu-"

You're trying to walk downstairs to go eat dinner with your mother and step-father. Trying, being the keyword. Shigaraki has you pinned to the wall once again. One of his hands is able to completely hold both your wrists- he's not even that much bigger than you! He's using his free hand to tug your sweatpants down to your knees. The pinning isn't exactly new, but he's never actually pulled your clothes off.

"I bought something for you. It's a little present for having such a cute brother." His voice makes you shudder, but the item he holds up next to your face makes you tense up. It's a brand new, probably expensive, sex toy.

"Tomura- hey- let's not-" You squirm and shake your head.

"Don't cause a fuss. Just let me do this, 'kay?"

The lube on the toy is your only saving grace as he nudges your legs apart with his knee and tries to put it on you. It doesn't work very well, the lubed up toy sliding against your limp cock a few times before Shigaraki growls lowly.

"I'm taking my hand off and I expect you to stay still." True to his word, the hand on your wrists disappears. If this were the first time he tried to do something like this, then you might've run away. But you've unfortunately learned through experience that your step-brother is far stronger than he seems. It's only because of your knowledge do you stay.

His hand is cold and calloused, an uncomfortable feeling against your skin. You grimace as he grabs your cock to slip the ring over it, making sure it’s snug against the base before he pushes the vibrating part of the toy into you. It doesn’t actually seem that bad until he turns the toy on. 

“Shit-” You’re not oblivious to the toy’s function but you didn’t expect it to be so snug against that spot inside you. Shigaraki grabs you before your legs buckle, laughing at your state. 

“Wow, you’re that sensitive?” He’s taunting you, making fun of you. “Is my little brother just a slut in disguise?” 

Your pants are pulled up and a small slap is given to your ass. It brings a small yelp out of you, making you turn around to glare at him. He doesn’t seemed fazed by it. Instead, it spurs him on and you can feel him grind against your ass. Even through the fabric of both of your sweatpants, you can feel how hot and heavy his cock is. You can tell it’s thick and that’s barely hard. 

A sliver of arousal makes itself known with a twitch of your cock. The realization makes you stand up straight and shove your step-brother away, adjusting your clothes to hide the erection beginning to strain underneath your pants. 

It’s difficult to sit down at the dinner table and act normal. You give your mother a small smile as you squirm in your seat for a moment. The toy’s low vibration stimulating every part of you- the base of your cock being teased, vibrations going through your balls and taint, the dildo pressing snugly against your prostate- and it’s difficult to hold your composure. 

“Are you okay, dear?” Your mother is looking at you with concern.

“O-oh, I’m alright, mom.” You force another smile.

“Go lay down after dinner, okay?” 

You give a small nod before you start eating, not waiting for your step-brother to sit down. He’s probably snickering to himself and thinking of what he should do. The sudden increase of vibrations of the toy surprises you and you choke on a piece of food. 

“Honey?” 

“Don’t worry, he’s just a little out of it, right lil bro?” A large hand comes to rest on your shoulder. As you turn to look over your shoulder, Shigaraki stares down at you with a small smirk. You can see the small remote in his hand and you almost want to reach out and grab it. But that’d cause a scene- the last thing you want at the dinner table.

He slides into his seat, not bothering to eat. All he’s doing is staring at you and analyzing your reactions as he plays with the remote in his pocket. 

“Yeah, j-just a little bit out of it.” You try your best to keep yourself together. Eating your dinner as fast as possible is your goal, hoping that this torture is only for the sake of humiliating you in front of your mother. 

The vibrations of the toy change rapidly. It seems like Shigaraki’s just cycling through them for the first time, gauging your reactions as he does so. He’s trying to find the best setting for you right now, surely. The one that does you in is the low and slow pulsing of the toy. 

He’s learning so much about you. You’re smart enough not to fight him physically but still have the guts to snap at him with your words. You prefer to be teased with a lack of stimulation rather than overstimulation. You won’t tell your mother about anything he does so she’ll stay happy. The best part... You’re easy to read.

Now that it’s been a few minutes of dealing with the toy, you’re settling down. It’s still uncomfortable, the low stimulation keeping your cock hard, but you’re able to eat your dinner for the most part. You’re eating quicker than normal just so this can end. 

“Thanks for dinner, mom.” As you stand from the table, Shigaraki cycles through the toy quickly to put the vibrations at its most intense setting. You curl in on yourself and groan, facing contorting. 

“Dear?” 

You give her a reassuring smile despite the heat pooling in your stomach. As much as you want to leave the table, you’re not sure you can do it yourself. It seems to be part of your step-brother’s plan. He puts his arm under yours, holding you up to help you shuffle back upstairs.

“I’ll make sure he’s alright, don’t worry.” 

They can’t see it, but you’re glaring at him as he helps you up. With him being the only reason you’re still standing however, that’s all you can manage to do. You hold onto his torso as he takes you up the stairs and opens the door of your room. 

“You’re close, huh? You were about to cum in front of our parents, weren’t you?” Shigaraki throws you onto the floor of your room with a thud, using his foot to turn you onto your back. He stares down at you and steps on your cock, moving it back and forth. 

“Alright little bro, cum for me.” 

With a particularly large amount of pressure, almost painful, you tense and spurt ropes of cum inside your pants. A stain begins to seep into the fabric and Shigaraki looks down at you with a sneer. You’re squirming under his foot, the toy still vibrating aggressively inside you and around the base of your cock. 

He picks you up by the hair and drags you to your bed, manhandling you so your face is against the comforter and your ass is in the air. He doesn’t even bother turning the toy off as he takes it out of you and slides your cock out of the ring. Your ass clenches around the air pathetically, teasing Shigaraki. Even with something inside you, stretching you out, your ass still looks tight and almost untouched. The only thing eluding to its use is the lube smeared around it. 

You’re given no warning when your step-brother grabs your hips and slams his cock inside you. When did he take it out? You don’t know.

“Shiiiiiit- Do you know how tight you are?” He doesn’t give you a chance to respond. Shigaraki begins to fuck you with abandon, thrusting into you with no care for your comfort. The stretch of his cock, how it reaches almost too deep inside you- it’s horribly uncomfortable. There’s a tinge of pleasure from the stretch of his cock pressing against your prostate almost constantly, but not much else. 

His balls slap against your ass with every heavy thrust and the grip on your hips is bruising. You can feel his nails digging into the skin and you’re sure they’ll leave marks. He’s leaving reminders of this.

A hand leaves your hip to hold your limp cock, pumping it aggressively. The sudden stimulation is painful and you squirm. 

“Now, now, little bro. Be a good slut for me and let me play with you.” Shigaraki sneers at the way you stop squirming at his words. “There... See, you’re a pathetic little slut for your big bro, aren’t you?” 

You refuse to answer, only burying your face into the sheets to hide your humiliated tears. It’s not like it matters. He continues to pump your cock at a fast pace, enjoying the way your walls twitch and tighten because of it. Even if you’re not feeling anything, he is. Your pleasure is more of an afterthought, a bonus. Then your cock begins to twitch back to life. 

“Seriously? You’re feeling good?” Shigaraki leans against you, biting your ear. “Getting off from your step bro treating you like a whore and fucking you? You really must be one if you like this.”

“I’m not!” You protest, turning to look at him. Tears are falling down your face, cheeks red from the embarrassment. “It’s your fault! You’re forcing my body to feel like this!”

Both of you know it’s a lie. You’re definitely enjoying it. As cute as your denial is to your step-brother, he isn’t in the mood for you being like this the whole time. He wants to have to shut you up so your parents won’t hear you begging for his cock. 

With a bit of reluctance, he pulls out of you. You’re allowed a brief moment of confusion as he decides how he wants to position you. Once he decides, he flips you onto your back and hikes your legs over his shoulders. In this position, he rubs your cocks together. His is undeniably thicker than yours, but your length isn’t too drastically different. There’s only a few seconds of rutting them together before he lines his cock up with your ass and slams back in.

Much to his surprise and amusement, you let out a confused moan. The new position must feel good. Your face contorting into pleasure with a mix of self-disgust is beautiful to him.

“Little bro, come on. Just let yourself feel good.” His thrusts slow and he reaches for your neck. The grip on your throat is intense and you can feel yourself becoming lightheaded almost instantly. It’s an intense feeling that mixes with pleasure, clouding your senses. 

Maybe it’s the lack of oxygen or just you giving up, but you begin to buck your hips against Shigaraki’s. Your jaw goes slack and your mouth is open, eyes rolling back into your head. The choking keeps you from making much noise so all you can let out are strangled groans. 

“Finally. Let yourself go. Become my whore, my pathetic cumdump of a little brother. Just be my personal cock sleeve, yeah?” 

The words go in one ear and out the other and you let out a string of agreements. Your back arches, cock twitching and covering your stomach in your own cum. It’s the sudden tightness around him that pushes Shigaraki over the edge. He stills inside you as deep as he can and cums, filling your ass. As he comes down from his high, he lets go of your throat. 

“Good boy.” He smacks your face gently and chuckles at your lack of response. “Gone already? Come on, we’ve barely started.”

[dabisbratz]

GENTRIFY.

Warning: Daddy kink, quirk play, thigh riding, hints of choking, light ds relationship, badly written smut. reader can be read as afab or amab

Rutting against the gentle cloth covering Dabi’s knee is almost enough to send you over the edge. His grip on your waist is tight enough to bruise, but he only holds you down so you remember where you are. He looks down at you with blown out eyes, pink lips bitten raw as he sinks the sharp edge of his canines into its corner. He lets you do as you please, watches you squirm against the large expanse of his thigh with as much urgency as you want.

He knows part of you enjoys the idea of him ignoring you, leaving you to cum as many times as you see fit- whenever you see fit. There’s only so much he can ignore, though, seeing as your heavy eyes are zoning in on the outline of his cock through his sweatpants. He wants you to look at him, straight into the blue of his eyes when you cum. Because he can feel it, right on his thigh. Behind the patch of wetness ruining the cloth, he can feel you twitching. He lets out a long, drawn out groan just to hear himself speak, letting go of the left side of your waist. His large hand traces up the contours of your body until it reaches the base of your neck.

His fingers are so big, the perfect size to sit on your tongue while his fingers coax drool out of your mouth, the perfect size to leave bruises that’ll last for weeks, the perfect size to reach the place deep inside you- the place only he can reach. No one can do it like him, and Dabi knows that. His hand, adorned by veins and scars, snake up to grip your jaw impossibly tight. It’s a warning.

“Eyes up here, either look at me now or I’ll be the last thing those pretty eyes get to see ever again,” He’s bluffing, lying straight through his teeth, and just to see you shudder. He chuckles, lets go of your jaw to grip something else, and relishes in the sound of you shrieking. Dabi hums, and lets a loud, rhythmic sound of wet skin meeting fill the air. “Shh, Sugar. You wanna be my good boy, don’t you?”

He hushes the quiet sobs that escape from your lips. His lips, pretty and pink, curl into a devilish grin that exposes dimples on either side of his cheeks. It’s funny, seeing someone so angelic edge another man with a smile that is closest to a demon’s. He waits for your eyes to fog over with something glossy, something floaty, and grins. “There you go, honey. Taking it all, I knew you could.”

He catches you when you go slack in his arms, your hips burning with fatigue because you've been doing this for so long. You whine into his shoulder, huff out hot breaths straight into his ear while he mocks you. He makes a whiney sound, high in his throat, then sniggers. It’s a bit scratchy, the raspiness of his throat taking away a bit of the desperate sound, but it’s almost spot on. He’s making fun of you. But you can't help it, even hearing him laugh makes you grind against his thigh with choppy movements. He clicks his tongue, pressing his palms into your hips so you can’t move.

“Wha-“

“Burns, doesn’t it, Honey? You want Daddy to make it better, don’t you?” He manhandles you until you’re chest to chest, and the way he lifts you like you’re weightless has your eyes rolling to the back of your skull. His breathing sounds like a gentle purr, and it warms your chest just as it does your face. He sinks his lips onto yours, messily licking at your bottom lip and moving his lips just as you relax into the flow of his mouth.

“Sit still. ‘Gonna fuck you the way you like it. Maybe I'll record it too, you wanna watch your pretty little hole splitting apart on me later, don’t you?” His laugh is breathless and strained when you nod with your last few ounces of willpower, but he doesn’t mock you for it this time. He feels it too.

[goldenheartgirl1]

Extras of “Contract Query” (+13) TWST Mafia AU

“Jamil, I assure you those treatments are for the stubborn ones, Jackson is more of a quiet man.” Azul stood up, walking directly behind Jamil which caused the man to stop drinking his water, and he whispered calmly to him. “There is another matter I wish to discuss today..”

“Is it about the loans for your construction project?”

“No, it’s about our contract, the file that is coded “Toxic barb” if I remember right.”

Jamil’s eyes widened a fraction as he seethed out between his teeth. “Let me guess, you want to make alterations again?”

“Precisely, but there is another thing..”Jamil instinctively turned and nearly elbowed Azul in the cheek, making the flint colored eyes widen in surprise as the mafia leader stepped back to avoid the swing, a gloved hand quickly shot out and grabbed ahold of Jamil’s arm and pinned it to the wall. “Jamil? What is with the assault?”

“Assault?!” Jamil snapped back and tore Azul’s grip off his arm, but the other man only stepped closer to move his knee between Jamil’s legs. “That’s a lot coming from you Azul..”

“Can you blame me for wanting to touch you?” Azul smirked, moving his arms around Jamil’s waist and whispered against his lips. “It’s been so long since our last meeting Jamil, I even know when to stop working to have fun.”

Charcoal eyes burned in hatred and his cheeks flushed with anger and embarrassment, he took the chance to viciously kiss Azul only to bite his bottom lip until the copper taste of blood overwhelmed their senses taste and smell. Azul carefully but quickly managed to squirm away, releasing Jamil and hastily took out a handkerchief to dab his bottom lip, glaring at Jamil with displeasure. In another act of spitefulness, Jamil spat out the leftover blood into one of the glass cups by the refreshments, taunting the mafia leader with a grin. “Don’t act as if you have me wrapped around your finger Azul, being seductive was never your strong suit or flirting for that matter.”

“Is that so?” Azul grumbled, looking at the bloody white cloth before tossing it into the garbage bin after the bleeding had slowed down. “Because if I remember correctly, you were the one to show up at my door last time after I asked you to.”

“That’s not how I remember it.” Jamil spat back and crossed his arms. “You begged me to come over that night, you wouldn’t stop calling or texting me. All because you were lonely.”

A bitter chuckle left Azul as he began to move closer again, like a predator that didn’t learn to keep away from an equally dangerous predator. “Lonely, that’s a laugh. Remember how you clung onto me and refused to let me breathe? I swear you were very active that night, almost like you wanted to agree to my terms.”

Oh if he wanted to play this way then Jamil was armed with his own memories. “All I remember is you crying beneath me for more, and I gave you more because you refused to let me leave until you were satisfied.”

“Let’s not play around too much Jamil, we wouldn’t want Kalim knowing his best friend is in “personal ties” with its leader~”

Jamil only glared as they were only centimeters apart, neither of them moved a hand forward to touch or leaned in for a kiss, it was just a staring contest and seeing who would break first. “And I’m certain there are many people in Pomefiore that would love to know you’re a masochist.”

Azul grimaced as he replied in a hiss. “Not like you helped there, you sadist.”

Tension was wound up so much that both broke in unison, Jamil yanked Azul back into a bruising kiss while Azul quickly pulled Jamil’s body to his. Their private arrangement has gone on for a year, with rendezvous at each other's homes just for a night of peace, to sate their desires and continue life with no strings attached. At least that was the plan originally, while Jamil still refused to hold anything to Azul, the mafia leader laid a claim to him and dismissed the idea of having anyone take Jamil. This was not the time or place to have their normal activities, but both could at least quench their pent up needs. Without breaking the kiss, Jamil forced Azul to the wall and moved his hands up Azul’s sides before dragging his nails down, even with the shirt in his way he groaned at the gray haired man's moan. In a similar situation, Azul took care to force Jamil’s kiss to be slower and softer as he encouraged their tongues to play, he shuddered feeling the pierced tongue run across his raw bloody lip.

Yes, Jamil had a tongue piercing, nothing fancy, but the small metal ball always made Azul tremble in excitement. Both men closed their eyes to lose themselves into the lustful lip-lock, Azul’s fingers dragging through Jamil’s hair while the darker toned man continued to scratch through the fair skinned man’s clothes. The smell of leftover blood was intoxicating to Jamil, making his mind dizzy and his tongue eagerly licking at Azul’s swollen lip, and Azul moaned as his fair skin started to turn red on his cheeks. Azul’s arms slowly drifted down to feel Jamil’s rear and his lower back, impressed with how toned and yet slim the man was as he continued to caress his body. Jamil however did not share the same fascination, he enjoyed seeing how red the mafia leader could become, he was fascinated with how a composed man could be reduced to tears and begging under his touch. Saliva coated each of their lips and when the demand for oxygen became too great they broke away with a small string connecting them. The two panted gently before Azul smirked at Jamil and commented. “So, that was just throwing caution to the wind?”

Jamil glared and wiped his mouth from the saliva before turning around and walking back to the filing cabinet. “Let’s just take care of the file..”

[hoodhookage]

nmmhhhh here’s a random mutual masturbation (ish?) turned thigh riding and handjob with kaeya<3 that accidentally came out longer than expected

did i see these panels while thinking of kaeya just to have my brain connect the two??

the answer is yes i did.

i am that horny.

your eyes fixed on kaeya and his half-naked body, how he’s teasing himself and you at the same time; hands slowly stroking his dick and own eyes on you...body moving desperately against your fingers.

the pace is slow. kaeya’s hungry eyes never fail to miss the way you work your fingers, desperately plunging another once more along with the other. your fingers are almost moving in and out of you on their own to the mouth-watering site before you:

kaeya with his chest exposed, tan thighs spread and hungry lips turning to form a hazy smile as he faces you. he’d keep this up all day if you don’t make the move! it’s what he wants, don’t keep him waiting.

quickly getting up to pushing kaeya back against the couch, hands placed on his shoulders to maneuver yourself over him. your body positioned so that your legs are on each side of him, cunt landing directly onto his thigh. once adjusted to the new position, you waste no time attacking his deprived body with your own.

alternating between nipping and pressing sloppy kisses hungrily at whatever skin you can, leaning to start at his chest. momentarily staying with your mouth next to his nipple, darting out your tongue against kaeya to feel him pant a little harder.

dragging your lips against the rest of the sensitive skin on his neck gently with the little self restraint you have left beginning to grow thin. your other hand moving down his abdomen to wrap your hand on his aching cock, palming him before squeezing his shaft gently.

you move your head from its spot on kaeya’s bruise ridden neck from the suction of your impatient mouth. his dick is already leaking precum onto your fingers as you continue to toy with his dick, both your bodies reacting to one another’s as if you haven’t been reunited in months.

already overwhelmed from your eagerness to taste and touch him, your thighs immediately squeeze him when you feel the sudden friction of kaeya’s leg pressed into your needy cunt. “oh, is that something you like?” he gives a breathy laugh, looking up at you with heart eyes when he notices just how worked up you’ve gotten alone from just getting to touch him.

pulling you against him closer, he presses his leg into yours once more. this time, he has his hands held onto your hips...basking in the unintentional whine you let out from the contact, moving forward to initiate a messy kiss.

it’s uncoordinated and needy, full of spit and tongue. kaeya’s mouth is wet and hot, and it makes you want to suck on him. his fingers gripping your waist tighter to help roll your hips against him, every gasp and moan you let out is swallowed up by him.

“please” you speak, almost whispering while avoiding eye contact. continuing to look down at his dick in your hand as you try to bring yourself to ask. you tense up a bit at the feeling of his rough palms moving against your chest, massaging at your breasts to relax you.

“can i?”

“tell me what you want” kaeya rolls your nipple between his thumb and index finger smoothly, waiting for you to give him your answer. you let your eyes slowly wander up the features of his face and looking at him alone made you feel soaked and he knew it.

opening your mouth not only to finally respond but gasp from the way he continues to tweak at your nipples, answering as you exhale. “on your thigh-“ you start, sounding a bit unsure of yourself. “can i...ride it?” starting over again. “-please kaeya, can you let me ride your thigh” god. you clench as the words leave your mouth.

he lets out a scoff, hand coming to caress your cheek. “wasn’t that naughty of you to ask, aren’t you feeling brave tonight?” grinning at you as he lets his thumb slide past your lips. you feel embarrassment add to the heat in your core as you suck lightly on his thumb, revelling in your plead. “you really are so much fun to play with. can never keep your hands to yourself either, can you?” it’s a rhetorical question, but still, you nod frantically.

satisfied with your silent confirmation, both of you know to keep going. kaeya moves you a little closer to him once more before the hand gripping your side begins to pull you forward. you let out a satisfied sound at the feeling he gives you when your clit rubs on his thigh again.

your chest is slumped against his, hips moving on their own as soft pants and quiet moans fill the room. every press of his leg that you’ve straddled has you fighting the urge to smother yourself in kaeya’s neck, your hand pumping him as he throbs in your palm. “keep going, like that. i’ve got you” kaeya throws his head back against the couch as you never let go of his dick.

your breathing is strained as he continues to drag you, you’re wet and he can feel it; enjoying how you’ve silently marked him, in more ways visibly than others. “feels s’good” you mumble before letting out the broken moan you’ve attempted to suppress.

your attention is now solely on the tip of kaeya’s dick, running your thumb over the head as you stroke him. he lets out a groan as he feels your hand speed up, beginning to move you to get you off just as quick. your hips stutter as the pressure continues to build, the both of you humming in relief.

your hand twists his shaft and kaeya whines yours name, brushing your shoulder for you to sit up. “—you’re going to make a mess on me” his statement would’ve sounded a lot more commanding if it weren’t for how it came out like a whine, the tightness in his voice evident you were making him feel good.

you shake your head, drinking in his dazed expression. “please. cum, just from my thigh” he groans again, swatting your hand off his dick in hopes you’ll focus on your orgasm. you push his hand back and continue to jerk him knowingly that he’s close. the feeling is almost unbearable, kaeya’s pretty moans in your ear from the way you touch him, how fast he’s moving your hips and the way he’s almost begging for you to cum.

“i wanna cum!” you sob against his neck. letting your hips thrash against him, “‘wanna cum for you”. kaeya smiles from your confession, eyes closed as he starts to squirm, hips bucking into your hand.

he pants, leaning his head against your forehead. both your bodies trembling from the much needed stimulation you each provide, “you’re so good”cursing at the feeling. “can i— please?” you nip at his ear, making him jolt. “please, yeah?” he repeats your question. “‘need to cum so bad, please” you hold your breath awaiting his confirmation, making kaeya let out a moan.

digging his fingertips into your ass to keep you in place, he puts his other hand forward: thumb right against your clit. you cant help but grip his shoulder and arm, trying to hold yourself up. feeling his hand behind you move you onto his thumb sends your eyes rolling back as you let yourself get lost in the feeling of his thumb nudging your sensitive clit, letting out a silent and choked cry of his name. cumming all over his thigh.

“oh my god” kaeya mumbles, following you quickly and releasing into your hand in hot spurts, cum landing on his abdomen, corner of his thighs and your hand. the both of you letting out a satisfied moan as you bring each other through the orgasm washing over you. trying to catch his breath he gently moves your head, pushing the strands stuck to your forehead behind your ear. “that was,” you take a deep breath before closing your eyes again. “-really dirty” kaeya laughs, bringing his messy hand to yours. gathering whatever cum off your fingers and his stomach he can get before lifting them up to your mouth, and you comply.

you drag your tongue across them in its entirety, swirling it as you reach the underside of his slim fingers. his taste is unmistakably sweet, letting him pull his fingers from out of your mouth. you to bring your own fingers to where the rest of his cum sits back to your mouth, kaeya watching you as you swallow.

“dirty girl” he sighs in content and you giggle. his head back against yours as you properly crawl in his lap. chest pressing against yours and arms coming down to drape over your limbs.

that was good, you think as kaeya begins to cuddle you harder, really good.

i’m hard again, kaeya contemplates, as his dick prods against your ass, she’s gonna kill me.

[dragon-kazansky]

Say please | Helmut Zemo

Requested by anon

Warnings: SMUT! Female Reader!

It's been a while since I last wrote smut, so I hope I do Zemo justice 💕

Thank you @cherry-season for the Russian pet names.

Seven years is a long time to live without the person you adore most in the world. Not once had you stopped thinking about him though. Baron Helmut Zemo had been on your mind every hour of every day since he was taken from you.

Now, you were lonely, but you could only imagine what he had been through. While you still roamed around on the outside, he was confined to a cell with nothing but his books and his memories for company.

Tonight, while he was here with you, you would give him a far more memorable night than any other. It had been too long and you needed him.

You were tucked up in bed, naked as the day you were born. You didn't plan on messing about, this wasn't going to be a might of just passionate fucking. You were going to make love to him like the world was ending.

Zemo enters the room wearing only his robe. The door closes with a click and he stands with his back to it. His eyes automatically land on you as he stands there.

He was thinking exactly the same thing as you, it would seem. However, you were not about to let him have control.

You hold one hand up, beckoning him over with your finger. His lips curl into a mischievous smirk as he takes purposely slow steps toward the bed. He walks around until he reaches his side, standing there in the low lamp light. His hair is slightly damp and his cologne overwhelms your senses, even from where he stands.

"Great minds think alike."

You grin and sit up slightly, the bedding almost dropping all the way down, but it doesn't. Your bare collarbone is enough for him to know you're not wearing a single thing under there.

"You're overdressed."

"It would seem that way, yes." He pulls lightly on one end of the belt keeping his robe closed. The knot unravels and the belt falls loose, the robe falls open. He was wearing nothing else.

Your eyes travel from his face, down his neck, his chest, all the way down to his very prominent erection.

"Already?"

"Well, when you're all I think about, it's always hard," he gives a sly grin. His eyes focus on how you run your tongue along your bottom lip.

"Get on the bed, my love."

"You're giving me orders?"

"Yes, I am. Get on the bed Helmut."

As Zemo drops the robe to the floor and climbs onto the bed, you throw the sheets off you and get on all fours. You make him lay back, head against the headboard, as you crawl over him. His hands rise to hover over your waist as you bring tour face close to his.

Your nose is overwhelmed by the scent of his cologne and the soap he had used. He smelt good. With slightly parted lips you inhale that scent.

His hands settle on your skin, a need for him to touch you. You settle in his lap and run your hands over his chest. His erection twitching under you. Oh, how could you resist? You roll your hips over him and watches he stutters for a moment. His hand clench at the flesh on your waist.

"You're playing a dangerous game," he hisses quietly against your lips.

"I know. I like danger." You give your hips another roll and kiss him, swallowing the groan he lets out. The kiss is slow, tongues fighting one another. One of his hands trails up your torso to your breast, fondling it harshly. He has you gasping into him.

"How do you like it?" He growls, catching your bottom lip between his teeth.

"I love it, but I'm having my way with you," you say, grabbing his hand and bringing it down to your clit. "Put those fingers to good use, Baron."

His claims your lips again. His fingers work their magic. It starts with just one finger rubbing at your entrance, prodding at you, getting you to squirm in his lap. When you roll your hips over him a third time, he inserts it into you. You have to break the kiss to moan. You look him in the eye with a slight glare. He smirks.

With one hand, you dig your fingers into his hair and pull his head back, you go in to kiss his bare neck, but use your teeth to nibble at him instead. In response, his finger slides in and out of you quicker. You're most likely leaving a mark or two on him.

You lick over the bite mark and sit back up. His lust filled gaze is on you again. He inserts a second finger and try to bite back the groan. It doesn't matter either way, the rise and fall of your chest tells him all he needs to know about what he's doing to you.

"Faster." You groan into his ear.

He pumps his finger faster into you. Your other hand, runs over the hair on his chest, making its way down to his aching erection. Your fingers curl around him and you feel his fingers halt for a second.

His head is tilt back, his eyes staring right at you, lips parted. You run your thumb along his length to test his reaction. You see the way he glares at you. He's begging you with his eyes to do something. Agonisingly slowly, you pump your hand up and down the length of him.

"Don't stop on your end."

He does not play nicely. At the speed his fingers are moving, you're finding it very hard to focus on what you're doing. You can't let him take back full control. You squeeze him, rubbing the tip with your thumb. He slows down. You find your rather again, speeding it up slowly. Painfully slow.

"Y/N." He gives off a warning tone, but you're not paying attention to his voice.

He has to stop pleasuring you because of what you're doing to him. All of a sudden you're speeding up and building up the pressure.

"Y/N!"

You stop. His chest is rising and falling quickly. He goes to grab at your hips again, but tour grab his wrists and push his hands down. You lift your bottom off his lap, letting his erection standing there without anything to rub against. The cool air on his penis makes him feel all the worse.

"No touching," you warn him.

You let go of his hands and pleasure yourself right in front of him. You use one hand on his shoulder as support as the other is busy focusing in yourself.

All Zemo can do is watch.

A part of him wants to take you here and now, but the rest of him is enjoying the show you're putting on for him. He can't resist breaking the rules a little bit. His hand covers your breast, rolling his palm over your nipple. You glare at him, but don't make a move to stop him.

The knot in your stomach tightens. You keep going, pumping those fingers in and out, in and out. You tilt your head back and feel his hand on your breast squeeze.

You soak your fingers as you ride out your first orgasm of the night. When you've come down from your high, you remove your slick fingers from your clit and settle on his lap again. Zemo's erection pokes at your tummy.

"Want a taste?"

His hand is around your wrist in seconds. He brings your hand to his lips and instantly shoves then into his mouth. He sucks on each digit, his tongue running over each finger. The warm wetness of his mouth already turning you on again. You pull your fingers from his mouth slowly.

"Delicious," he licks his lips.

"I wonder how you taste."

You crawl backwards until your face is level with his crotch. He can only watch as you poke your tongue out to lick the tip of his dick. It sends a shiver down his spine. His hands clutch as the sheets on either side of him.

To really make the torment last, you lick along the underside, slowly. The pace you were torturing him with was painfully slow. You were playing with him and he hated it as much as he loved it.

You take the head into your mouth, sucking lightly to start with. He groans, but it's more out of impatience than pleasure. The way you're looking at him tells him you know what you're doing to him.

"Perhaps we should get to main event, my darling?"

You sit up, using your hand to attend to him instead.

"Are you enjoying the attention I'm giving to you?"

Zemo sits up some more, trying to ignore what you're doing to him. He reaches out for you. You let him, deciding to give him a free pass right now. He pulls you back up the bed so you're basically draped over him again, he claims your lips in a hungry kiss.

"I'm done playing games," he growls against your lips.

You kiss him again and situate yourself over his erection. You tease him a little further by rolling your hips over him again, this time with a little more pressure. He groan that escapes his mouth sounds more like a warning this time around.

"котенок."

"What does that mean?"

"Give me what I want and I'll tell you."

"I was suppose to be the one in control here," you mutter, glaring pathetically at him.

"Oh, I'm giving you control, Schatz, but let the wolf have some fun too."

"Any other pet names you to get out before I fuck you senseless?"

Zemo lets out a deep rumble of laughter.

"Mon amour. Anima mia. дорогая."

"OK, I get it. You can speak more languages than I can." You roll your eyes.

"Which one turns you on the most?" He asks, grinning smugly at you.

"All of them."

You align yourself perfectly and take him slowly. His hands on you hips will later definitely leave bruises on you. Once you've taken as much of him as you can, you sit there smugly. Your stubbornness to rile him up is working. Zemo gives a little thrust.

"Ride, my love."

You bring his lips to yours in another hungry kiss, starting slow. The pressure he is applying to your hips with his hands really is indicating he is done with your shit, but the more impatient he is, the more joy you get out of it.

You ride him a little faster. The kissing gets sloppy as he tries to match your quick pace. When you reach the perfect pace, where he hits the right spot, you tip your head back as you clench around him. His grunts and groans are much quieter compared to your own, but you know you're giving him what he wants.

Play time was over.

You look at him as you bounce up and down on his cock in utter bliss. His half lidded eyes are on you and he grins. You can't help but reach up and caress his cheek, he leans into the touch. His arms snake around you and pull you as close to him as possible. He buries his nose into your hair, inhaling the beautiful scent that is simply you. His teeth graze along your neck, the sensation causing you to clench against him further.

"Oh~ The things you do to me," he groans right into your ear.

His sharp thrusts are getting a little hard to keep up with as you lose yourself completely to him. Your nail claw down his bare back as your moans grow in volume.

The knot in your stomach is growing tighter. You practically push Zemo back against the headboard and take hold of his shoulders again as you focus all your attention on riding him hard and fast.

You can barely focus on his hazy gaze. The knot becomes too tight to bare and it's his name that breaks past your lips as you cum all over his cock. A few more sharp snaps from him and you feel him fill you to the brim. You feel every twitch, every drop, inside you.

You sink against his chest. His arms encasing you against him. He presses kisses to the shell of your ear, his pants fluttering your hair. He lets out a little chuckle.

"What's so funny?" You whisper, eyes closed and hand brushing through his dark hair.

"Nothing. I was just wondering who enjoyed that more?"

You chuckle softly.

"Was it worth the wait?"

"More so." He lifts his face from your neck and looks at you. He kisses you softly, savouring the taste of you. You smile, lifting your head away from his.

"I should get off you now."

"I'm not complaining," he mutters quietly.

"Well, maybe we can stay like this a little longer." You rest your against his shoudler, lips brushing against his neck gently. He settles his head against yours and closes his eyes.

He relishes in your warmth. It's going to be a little messy when he pulls out of you, so he will savour this moment of comfort before he starts cleaning up after the pair of you.

He had missed you greatly.

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[after-witch]

Corsets and Blackmail [Yandere Dabi x Reader]

Title: Corsets and Blackmail [Yandere Dabi x Reader]

Synopsis: Dabi wants you in a corset. What Dabi wants, lately, Dabi gets.

Word Count: 1630

Notes: Yandere, implied noncon, mentions of body mods, improper use of a corset, very uncreative title

You inhale, eager to catch your breath, and you instantly regret it. The relief of a full breath is instantly replaced with an uncomfortable pressure, as he uses the moment to further tighten the corset he’d tossed at you earlier that afternoon. It took bribery, then outright threats, but you eventually agreed to let him put it on you.

Another decision you’re regretting.

“It’s not--” you try to exhale, to catch more breath. “It’s not supposed to be this tight.”

In response, he merely gives the bottom laces another firm tug, and you can feel the flesh of your hips underneath the leather squishing out, pushing in vain against the firm material that he’s tightened to a ridiculous degree.

You grunt, and squirm, but there’s nothing you can do about it. Your hands are pressed up against the wall, and you occasionally lean your forehead against n the cool material for support. But it’s not like you could fight Dabi off (you never could, even when you were actually dating and your fights were playful) and even if you could manage to get away from his grip, you’d never make it out of the room without a bruising grip and heated warning.

“Don’t be so dramatic, babe. Just think about all the women in history or whatever who wore these all the time.”

You bite back a smart-ass response about the myths of corsets and how movie scenes depicting women being laced into them like torture devices were based on misconceptions and myths. A corset should be supportive, not so tight that it makes you feel faint. But he’s not in the best of moods based on your initial refusal to play dress up, and so you keep your knowledge to yourself.

When he’s done--you hope he’s done, your entire midsection feels compressed and uncomfortable and your breath comes in shallow intervals--he spins you around. A few months ago, this would have been cute. It would have made you feel good. The way he’s looking at you appraisingly, approvingly, pinning you with his gaze would have made your stomach flip into butterflies.

But that was before you broke up with him. Or tried to, anyway. Before he threatened you--and your family, and your friends, and any neighbors you were particularly fond of--and eventually forced you to move in with him. To keep an eye on you, he’d said. To spoil you.

If dressing you up like some kind of fetish doll in an exaggerated shiny black leather corset counted as being spoiled.

He hums in approval and grabs your now-compressed waist, pulling you closer. You can smell his cologne and body odor and smoke, mingled together in a way that used to get you excited. Now it triggers an instinct to run.

His lips brush against your ear, kissing and teasing, and you can’t help the way your skin prickles in goosebumps, the way your stomach flips. You hate him. You wish your body would get the message more often.

“You look so fucking good. I could just eat you up.” He pulls back and tips your chin up with a finger, tilting your face to the side like he’s inspecting a prize pet at a county fair. You suppose he is, in a way.

“You want me to do that? Make you feel good?”

You shake your head, softly. It’s a stupid move, you know. You know you’re on thin ice. You know you should nod and let out a breathy sigh and let him lead you to the bed, where you’ll lay in an uncomfortable position as he slides off your underwear and makes your body respond in ways that your mind hates. But you don’t.

The instant you decline he’s gripping your chin, hard. The thin ice is definitely cracked--and you’re falling into ice-cold water.

“Why are you being so damn difficult?”

The oxygen must be getting to your brain, you think, because instead of placating him by backtracking and begging him to take you on the bed, you want to explain yourself. As if rational thought has anything to do with your current situation.

“You know why I’m so--so--” you inhale, sharp and short, hating the way your chest feels for a myriad of reasons. “--difficult, Dabi. Why can’t you try to understand how this makes me feel?” 

You feel tears pricking at your eyes and you wipe them away, not wanting to deal with the drama, the fighting, the back-and-forth guilt tripping that crying usually brought on. 

“Fine,” he says, practically spitting on your cheek.

He drops the subject--and drops your chin-- as his eyes stray to the side, where there’s a dust-streaked mirror propped up on top of the dresser. He stares at his own reflection for a moment before looking back at you, his expression far less pissed and far more thoughtful. Thoughtful scares you more than pissed, and you can feel your nerves begin to tingle in anxiety.

“Hey, you know what would go perfect with this corset?” His voice is softer now, all the harsh edges from earlier gone. It worries you just as much as his thoughtful expression.

You shake your head. You don’t know. You don’t want to know. But he’ll tell you anyway.

“How about some piercings, huh? We can match.”

Your stomach feels like it’s dropped out of your body. Your gaze flits from his grin to his own modifications. He wouldn’t--would he? Before all this, before you tried to break up with him, he’d casually suggested them once--but never again once you made your stance clear. No piercings, no tattoos, no body mods. And now…?

“I--” You swallow down your stronger objections, very aware of the dangers lurking if you chose the wrong words. “I don’t think that’s a good idea. But thanks.”

“No, no,” he argues, voice so jovial and light that it’s making you want to throw up. “It’ll be fun! Like a bonding exercise. Couple’s therapy. You’d be surprised how quickly tongue piercings heal, too, so don’t worry about missing out on takeout.”

You want to cry. Could you even breathe right if you started crying right now? The more emotions you feel, the tighter the corset feels against your waist. You swallow and dip your head back, fighting against the tears.

“Dabi… you… know--you know I don’t want piercings.” You keep your voice level, even as your stilted breathing. Avoid a fight, avoid a fight, avoid a fight.

“Oh?”

He shrugs. A casual, fuck-you gesture that stings. 

“And I want to throw you on the bed and eat you out. But if you won’t give me what I want, why should I care what you want?”

You don’t have an answer. The thick, blubbery tears you’ve been fighting are practically screaming to be let out. But you dip your head back again, determined not to cry. Crying reminds him that you don’t want to be here, and it never ends particularly well. 

So instead you force yourself to be casual. As if you’re not a captive begging your captor to not forcibly modify your body. As if you’re his… partner, having an argument about what to eat for dinner that night. As if he couldn’t just push you onto the bed and have his way with you, if he really wanted to do so.

“Dabi, c’mon…” 

The thought occurs to you--to throw in some of the snarky bite you two used to share for good measure. It’s a risk. It’s a big risk. But the idea of Dabi shoving needles through your tongue, into your skin, wherever he pleases to remake and modify you, makes you take a leap.

You grin. And oh, is it forced. But it’s all you can manage.

“Don’t be such an asshole.”

His breath is hot on your cheek as he suddenly leans grabs your arm and pulls himself in, his nose pressing against your cheek in a way that would have been endearingly mocking before; now it’s only another invasion of your space, another way to make you uncomfortable. Or maybe he’s trying to pretend that it’s the old days, too.

“Hey, that’s up to you, doll. You know that. So you gonna be my sweet girl? Let me spoil you?” He trails the back of his hand down your cheek, your neck, your collarbone; down, down, until he’s gripping the waist he laced so tight just a few minutes before. “Or do you want me to run out and get a pack of needles?”

You have a choice. 

You can’t hesitate to jump into the opening he’s given you, so you don’t. You lean up and kiss him, a soft little chaste kiss, part of the routine you used to share; you start with sweetness, with pecks and whisper-light touches, and he grips your hair and doesn’t let you go until you’re breathless from his kiss. Then he’ll take you to the bed and you’ll hate yourself afterwards.

Your thoughts are bitter as your mouth responds automatically to his own lips, to his tongue that finds its way into your unwillingly inviting mouth. 

At least the corset will make you breathless faster.

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Glory and Gore | Toji Fushiguro x F!Reader

CW: Predator/prey, non-con, degradation, violence, and mind-break. 18+ ONLY.

Word Count: 2.6k words.

Taglist: @babyybitchhh​, [Ask if you’d like to be added to the taglist for future pieces!]

Your lungs burn, your legs starting to ache unbearably from the strain of running as fast as possible. The air in the night feels thick and oppressive, sticky sweat covering your forehead and body as you push yourself to your limits. Dark trees go as far as you can see, the breaks in the treetops allowing starlight to barely illuminate your path. Your instincts are telling to you run harder, faster, but your heart is pounding so hard in your chest that you can barely think. A twig breaks ahead of you and you nearly scream, covering your mouth at the last second. 

“You’re trying so hard, little bunny. But you’re just prolonging it now.” The deep voice sounds from the shadows, forcing you to turn on your heel from the thing you’d been running from. It’s futile, though - your shoe catches and you fall to the ground, hard. The air is knocked out of your lungs as you scrape for purchase, chest heaving. Leisurely footsteps approach you, the figure coming out from behind the trees with a sick smile on his face. He approaches you and uses his foot to kick you over, the impact making you wheeze even harder. 

Toji Fushiguro towers above you, dark hair slicked back and gaze predatory. Fear floods your veins and you gasp, trying to force words from your throat. He puts his foot on your neck and presses down, smiling when he sees you thrash from the pain. The pressure gets heavier and heavier until you think he might crush your larynx, but he lets up at the last second, licking his lips.

“Your screams from earlier were so pretty. It’d be a shame to shut you up before I have my fun.” He stalks around you, like a predator sizing up its prey; you never stood a chance.

[ A shout from the lobby of your workplace alerts you - you scramble to find your phone, dropping it when the next scream is bloodcurdling. No... Your organization - a small but well-renowned company that helped support Jujutsu Sorcerers - was supposed to be completely safe. The sorcerer that guarded the entrance was Grade 1, and yet... Your eyes widen when you see a stranger enter your floor, hands dripping with blood. A sinister smile paints his face, and he zones in directly on you.

“All alone up here? I’d guess you’re not a sorcerer, then...” He laughs as he watches you cower, trapped. The only exit was directly where he was standing. “It was too easy down there. How about we play a little game?” He sidesteps away from the staircase, crossing his arms. “Run away, little bunny. See how far you can get. Maybe I’ll spare you if you show me some fun.”

You don’t respond, horrified. Your feet carry you forward before you can think, your instinct to survive kicking in. The carnage downstairs makes your stomach heave, and you start to cry. The only thing pushing you forward is your instinct to run. ]

“P-p-please,” you manage to whisper. All it earns you is a laugh, Toji leaning down to leer in your face. Now that he’s closer, you can see the pinpricks of his pupils and the controlled look in his gaze. He wasn’t the crazed sorcerer killer that the rumors painted him as; he was calculated, cold. Masterful in his killing, creating carnage so disgusting that even experts who had seen it all were horrified. Your throat dries out at the final realization that you are utterly and truly alone with him, trapped.

Toji stands up to his full height again to look over you. You dare to look up at him and your stomach heaves when you see the sizeable bulge growing in his pants. He notices your look and palms himself, letting out a hiss of pleasure. “Nothin’ gets me going more than seeing little sluts like you realizing their place in the world.” He leans down and uses one hand to tear your blouse open, the buttons popping off and scattering amongst the dirt. “Someone with a set of tits like these belongs locked away.” Toji crouches over you, his knees on either side of your hips. He towers over you, even on his knees. His calloused hands pull your bra down so that your nipples are exposed, the fabric uncomfortably pushing your skin up as he gropes the flesh. Toji twists one of your nipples, his cock jumping against your abdomen when you whine in pain. “What a cute little bunny you are.”

“S-stop, please, I-I’ll do anything-” Your eyes widen in horror when you realize what you’ve said, Toji’s sadistic grin growing wider.

“Anything?” He replies, tone mocking. “Okay, I’ll do something else.” Toji leans down and takes one of your nipples into his mouth, sucking hard - you cry out, but it only encourages him. He alternates between rolling your nipples harshly with his rough fingers and sucking them with fervor, his tongue darting out to flick the sensitive buds. The uncomfortable feeling makes you squirm, your body reacting against your will as you let out a garbled moan. Toji lets your nipples go as he looks up at you, the oversensitive buds aching in the night air. “See? Your body knows what it wants. You were made for this,” He purrs. Toji bends down and captures your mouth in a bruising kiss, forcing his tongue in your mouth. You feel disgusted by his sloppy kiss, his lips and tongue assaulting your mouth as you struggle beneath him. It forces your breasts to rub against his chest and you whine again, tears of frustration welling up in your eyes. 

Toji finally pulls back, a line of spit connecting his mouth to yours, his eyes half-lidded. “You can’t handle it anymore, huh?” Toji stands up and slides his pants halfway down, revealing his cock. Your eyes go wide - it was thick and veiny, so girthy that you didn’t know if it would fit. His balls were just as impressive, hanging low and heavy beneath his cock. Toji pumps himself, rolling his foreskin down to reveal the bulbous red head, precum pearled at the tip. “Like what you see, little bunny?” You shake your head, the tears that had collected in your eyes beginning to fall. Toji laughs, pumping himself a few more times. “Cry any harder and I won’t be able to control myself.”

“No, I don’t want this,” you cry, cowering as Toji steps closer to you. He tsks and leans down to flip you over, manhandling your body like it was nothing - and it was nothing, to him. Toji was preternaturally strong, his muscles bulging beneath his clothes. You try to slap his hands away as he goes to rip off the skirt you’d worn to work, and Toji responds by slamming your head into the dirt and holding it there with his free hand. You whine as he holds you there, using his other hand to rip your skirt off like it was nothing. He rips your panties and throws them to the side, leaving you completely bare on bottom. Only a second later you feel his hot length pressing against you, his cock’s fat head nudging your entrance. “N-nooo,” you whine. Toji slaps your ass hard enough that the sound echoes and you cry out, helpless.

“Your cunt is dripping,” Toji leans over you, his heavy body practically crushing you into the ground. He nips your ear lobe and nudges his cock through your slit, collecting the juices that you shamefully knew had collected there. You didn’t want this - you wanted to be anywhere but here, but your body was responding to Toji’s harsh treatment without your consent. “I bet your little pussy has never had something so big in it,” Toji rasps, rutting against you again. “You’ll never be satisfied with anything else.”

Before you can brace yourself, Toji aligns his cock with your dripping entrance and pushes in, jolting your whole body forward. It feels like you’re being torn apart as his fat cock stretches you out, the veins rubbing against every ridge inside of you - it feels like there’s no room but he just keeps going, filling you to the absolute brim, until you’re sure he’s going to break you. “Oooh,” you cry, your mouth hanging open. “Too much, it hurts-”

“Just relax, bunny,” Toji says. His tender voice tricks you into complacency for just a moment before he’s shoving his fingers in your mouth and forcing it back, his fingers affixed like a hook in your mouth. It stings but it’s nothing compared to the way he’s fucking you, his hips already snapping against you at a brutal pace. “See, your little pussy was greedy, it’s taking me so well,” Toji growls, pulling his fingers harder. You drool around him, your face a mess as tears, runny makeup, and saliva cover your skin. Each thrust sends pushes you forward as he slams into you. “So damn tight-”

Toji doesn’t let up, and you think it might never end - the burning stretch combined with his cock rubbing against your walls is almost too much, the pleasure-pain becoming indistinguishable. He’s fucking you in just the right spot so that you can feel heat building in your stomach, and despite all you want to do to stop it, you can’t. “Ooh gohd,” your slur out over his fingers, tongue lolling out the side of your mouth. Your walls tighten around his cock and Toji grunts.

“I knew you were a slut, knew you’d get off on this,” Toji doesn’t struggle at all to speak through his thrusts, his pace unrelenting. “Come on, then. Cum on my cock, you whore.” 

You cry out over his fingers, garbled, as the pleasure building in your lower half snaps, half pleasure and half shame as you clench around his cock. You hear Toji grumble explicatives from behind you, your tight walls proving too much for even him. It only takes a few more snaps of his hips before you feel hot ropes of cum shooting inside of you. Toji pushes you down on the ground, crushing you, as he forces you to milk his cock. The damp scent of the earth and the heady scent of his sweat fills your nostrils, tears welling in your eyes again. It hurts and it was wrong but your pussy is still throbbing, aftershocks of pleasure coursing through your body even over the crushing weight of Toji’s muscles. 

He pulls out and leans back up, taking his weight off of your body. You gasp for air, your mouth sore from where his finger had hooked into it. Maybe he’d leave you alone now - you jump when you feel his hard cock slap against your ass, stomach twisting in revulsion. You slowly turn your head to look back at him and see his cock standing at full attention again, shiny with a mix of your juices and his cum. He smirks. “You thought I was done? I said I wanted some fun, little bunny.”

Toji bites his lips as he looks down at you, thinking. He grabs your ass with his hands and spreads your cheeks apart, making you writhe in embarrassment. Toji notices your discomfort and his cock twitches - you’d sealed your fate. “You have a cute little hole, huh? Ever been used before?” He spits, the liquid foreign and uncomfortable against your asshole. 

“Not there, i-it’ll hurt,” You plead, eyes starting to water again. “Can’t you u-use my mouth?” Toji merely laughs as he pumps his cock, using two fingers to swipe through your messy slit before he spreads it over his cock. 

“It’ll be fine. Your cunt is so sloppy that I don’t need lube,” Toji replies, pumping his cock one more time. He gets up on his knees and hikes your hips up so that your lower half is planted on the ground, your legs and hips aligned with his cock. “Just relax, or it’ll hurt worse. And you don’t want that, do you, bunny? I certainly don’t mind.” 

You shudder, turning your head back and willing yourself to relax as best as you could. Your body is tense, every muscle telling you to run, but you know you won’t be able to make it an inch before Toji catches you, or worse... 

“Good girl,” Toji coos, mocking. He wastes no more time allowing you to adjust, pressing himself against your tight hole until the tip of his cock breaches it. “God damn,” Toji hisses, letting his cock slide in inch by excruciating inch. You dig your fingernails into your palm so hard that they leave red-shaped crescents, the stretch and pain of Toji’s cock inside of you unthinkable. It burns but you can’t deny the uncomfortable pleasure rising out of the pain, feeling shame as your cheeks burn. Everything about tonight was wrong and disgusting, but your body had been responding with eagerness. Maybe Toji was right, maybe you were just a whore - you can’t think of anything else, not when his cock is so deep in your ass. He finally bottoms out and groans so loud that it makes you shiver. “Fuck, you’re tight. You feel so damn good,” Toji rasps. “M’glad I spared you.”

The reality of the situation is lost on you, your only response a strangled moan. Toji grunts in pleasure from behind you, slowly pulling his cock back before he pushes back into you again. He grabs your hips tight enough that you know they’ll bruise before he starts pumping in and out of you, mercifully starting his thrusts at a slow pace. You claw at the ground, no longer sure what to do, your mouth hanging open as you drool onto the dirt beneath you. If you just gave in, you’d be better off for it - your body relaxes when you shut your mind off, giving in to the man behind you.

“That’s better.” Toji takes advantage of your decision to give in, pistoning his hips against your ass as he fucks you like an animal on the forest floor. His heavy balls slap loudly against your pussy on every thrust, the mix of juices and his cum producing a wet slapping sound that makes your lower half pulse. It was so disgusting and wrong but it felt so good now; it felt so good to be used like this, to give in. 

Toji was a predator, and you were prey. That was the way of the world.

It takes Toji less time to reach his peak, your tight virgin asshole sending him over the edge as he cums in you again, panting. He pulls out and uses your discarded shirt to wipe his cock off, paying no mind to you. The lack of his support makes you collapse on the ground - you feel pathetic, laying there with both holes spent and leaking out his massive loads. Toji regards you with disgust, sneering at your position.

“What a disgusting whore you are.” He kicks your side and you cry out in pain, rolling on your back and forcing yourself to look at him. To him, you must have looked lower than dirt. Toji tilts his head to the side, giving you a scrutinizing look. “I did say I’d spare you if you were fun.” He smiles, sinister. “And you were. You have potential. It’d be a waste to kill you... or to let you go.”

Toji leans down and scoops you over his shoulders like you were a sack of potatoes, your body weight not even registering to him. You should fight, or scream, or do anything - but you don’t, instead closing your eyes as you rest uncomfortably over his shoulder. He pats your ass once before he starts to walk.

“I’m taking you home, little bunny.”

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For Us Sinners

Soulless Sam x Reader

Word Count: ~4130

Warnings: This is 100% pure smutty religion-themed filth. Sam is dressed as a priest. There’s sex in a confessional, severe perversion of the Hail Mary prayer, and a lot of blasphemy happening. Like. A lot. Orgasm denial. Squirting. Non-explicit mentions of Winchester threesomes, gun play, and knife play. 

A/N: For @stusbunker​‘s “Jam Basket” fic exchange! This is for the lovely @rockhoochie​. I managed to squeeze a decent amount of her jams in here. Sarah, my dear, I hope this makes you even a little bit as happy as your friendship makes me. 

Thanks to @cracksinthewalls​ @fangirlxwritesx67​ and @fookinghelljensensthighs​ for lore, encouragement, and inspiration! 

You’re frowning at the trunk arsenal, wondering if it’s possible to sharpen a machete too much, when movement catches your eye. Sam rounds the corner of the old warehouse, and you grab a knife and a whetstone just to have something to focus on that’s not him and his stupid smirky face or the way his shoulders look in that suit. 

The whole priest thing is a really good look on him. 

“Dean’s not back yet?” he asks, without preamble, sitting on the edge of the trunk next to you. You focus very intently on your knife. 

“Nice to see you too, Sam,” you snark, to cover the way you’re blushing. “Why yes, I did have a super fun afternoon of doing fucking nothing! Waiting around for you two is exactly how I wanted to spend the last three hours, thanks for asking.” 

He laughs. “Weren’t you just telling me that I should stop pretending to be normal polite Sam?” 

“Whatever,” you mutter. 

“Lemme see that,” he says abruptly, and plucks the knife from your grip before you can protest. He takes one look at it and laughs at you, twirling the blade in his fingers. “Working out some frustration, huh?” 

“I don’t know what you’re talking about.” 

“What’s really going on? You’re only like this when you’re hungry or horny.” 

“Bullshit,” you snap, but he’s totally fucking right. He’s way too perceptive these days. 

You’ve been refusing to play poker with him ever since this whole soulless deal came to light. He’s like a walking polygraph test… a very attractive, muscled polygraph who’s really good in the sack. 

He’s analyzing your expression with his head cocked. “The knife thing?” 

“I don’t know what you’re — that’s not—”

He holds the tip of the blade to your throat, and you stop stammering immediately. You close your eyes and swallow hard. 

“That’s not new, though,” he says thoughtfully. 

When you open your eyes, ready to protest, he’s tucking the knife back in its sheath and twisting to set it in the trunk. 

“How’d you know about that?” you ask reluctantly. 

He just smirks, that godawful not-Sam not-smile, with his dimples popping and his eyes glittering. 

“One of these days you’re going to realize that I’ll never judge you,” he says, low and sly. “C’mon. Tell me.” He puts on a prim, sanctimonious face, pointing at the collar, and says, “Confess your sins and all will be forgiven.” 

He ruins the pious effect by licking his lips and aggressively eye-fucking you. 

You try to laugh, but it comes out all squeaky. You’ve never been good at poker, and if Sam’s smirk is anything to go by, he can see exactly what’s written all over your face. 

“Shut up,” you say preemptively. “Asshole.” 

“This is totally doing it for you, isn’t it?” Sam asks. 

“Shut up.” 

His smile is gleeful. “Oh my god, it is!” 

“That’s not — I’m not—” 

You grit your teeth and stand up abruptly, and it’s not like you can go anywhere but you need to move; it’s impossible to think straight when he’s right there and he smells so good. 

He gets up so quickly you barely have time to blink before he’s in your space. He backs you against the warm metal of the door, caging you in with one big hand planted on either side of your head, and you have to tilt your chin up to meet his wickedly sparkling eyes. 

“Don’t lie to me,” he says, soft and heated, lips curling up in a familiar dangerous smile. “Lying is a sin.” 

“Oh, for fuck’s sake,” you huff, but you can’t stop staring at his mouth. 

“Besides, I can always tell. Admit it.” 

“You are so fucking—”

Without warning, he’s tugging at your zipper, yanking the button open, and shoving a hand roughly down the front of your jeans as he murmurs, “You are so fucking into this.” 

Before you can protest (not that you’d really want to) he’s got two fingers sliding into you, curling sweet and easy where you’re ridiculously, undeniably, outrageously into this. 

“Maybe a little bit,” you sigh. 

He’s just smiling, watching you squirm, playing with you like a cat might play with a mouse, and as much as you’d like to be angry about it, he knows exactly how to use those clever fingers. Then — 

“Dean’s back,” he says calmly, and before you can even process that, he’s sucking his fingers clean and walking around the car to greet his brother. 

You have about three seconds to button your pants, thank your lucky stars that you were on this side of the car, and generally get your shit together before it’s back to business. 

“It’s a goddamn garden statue,” Dean is saying. “Some crazy old bat donated it to the church and then just up and left town. First person disappeared the next day.” 

“So we wait til dark, take it down, break the curse.” Sam shrugs. “Easy enough.” 

“Like a chant ‘n’ smash,” you offer. Both the boys give you blank looks, and you try to pretend like your brain isn’t totally scrambled. “You know. Like a salt and burn. A good old-fashioned chant and smash… no? Okay, whatever.” 

Sam is barely containing his laughter. Asshole. 

“I could use a nap before we do that, I’m wiped,” Dean grumbles, taking off his clerical collar as he slides into the driver’s seat. Sam keeps his on. 

As you’re all getting buckled, he says, “Why don’t you just let us handle this one, Dean? You should take the night off.” 

“If you guys want some privacy to bone, you can just say so,” Dean grouches. “But get another motel room, don’t bring Baby into it.” 

“Yeah, we know. We will,” Sam reassures him. 

Dean does not seem reassured. He looks at Sam suspiciously. “So, what, you’re just being nice?”  

“Oh, absolutely not,” Sam says bluntly. “You look like shit and I don’t want you hunting with me when you’re this sleep-deprived.” 

Dean rolls his eyes. “Yeah, okay, that I buy. Man, this whole soul-free honesty shit is gonna take some getting used to.” 

“You and me both,” you sigh, and Sam gives you a wink in the rearview mirror. 

 * * *

“That is the creepiest-looking angel I’ve ever seen,” Sam comments, striking a match. “And l’m including Zachariah in that. Okay, here we go.” 

He lights up the little bowl of herbs he’s concocted and says a few things in Latin, and then the smoke coming up from the bowl turns eerie green and seems to sink into the worn concrete. 

“Is that it?” you ask dubiously. “How do we smash it?” 

“That’s the fun part,” Sam says. He attaches a silencer and loads his gun, quick and practiced, and when you’re both out of shrapnel range he aims almost lazily while you try not to stare at his fingers. Bad enough that he’s still wearing the priest getup. Watching him shatter an angel with a few perfect shots shouldn’t be a turn-on, but…  

“Shouldn’t” is one of those words that lost most of its meaning when you and Sam started fucking. In the last two weeks, he’s managed to discover kinks you’ve never even admitted to yourself. 

Speaking of — 

“C’mon,” he says, and when the gun is deposited safely back in the arsenal, he grabs your hand without waiting for an answer, leading you around to a side door. The door isn’t even locked. Sam’s smile is gleeful in the moonlight. 

“What are we doing?” you ask, as he leads you inside. 

It’s almost completely dark, just a faint glow from the emergency exit signs to light the sanctum, until Sam takes out his matches and lights a few of the tall pillar candles that are arranged in nooks around the altar. The golden glow flickers and dances on the walls. 

Sam grabs you by the wrist, and you halfheartedly attempt to tug your hand away. He’s got that glint in his eye that can only mean trouble. 

“We really shouldn’t be here,” you hiss, as he pulls you over to the confessional. 

“What are they gonna do, condemn my soul to hell?” he says flatly, and you stifle a giggle. “We established a while ago that my immortal soul is fucked.” 

“Mine isn’t,” you mutter. 

He looks at you with another of those smirks and says, “That’s why you’re the one who needs to confess.” 

“Oh, you gotta be kidding me,” you sigh, but instead of answering, he crowds in close, pressing you up against the smooth dark wood of the confessional, and kisses you, all teeth and tongue and liquefying heat, until your lips feel bruised and your entire body is tingling. 

“Confess,” he whispers, and with one last grin, he points you toward one curtain and slips behind the other. 

If you’ve learned anything about Sam over the years, soul or no, it’s that there’s no point arguing when he’s made up his mind about something. 

Sam seems to have made up his mind. 

You pull the curtain closed behind you and sit on the little bench, and you have to breathe through some long-buried memories before the words come to your lips. 

“Bless me, Father, for I have sinned,” you whisper.  “It has been… a long time since my last confession.” 

The flickering candlelight cuts through small gaps around the curtain, casting dancing shadows through the cramped space. Your cheeks are burning. 

“Sam?” you ask tentatively. “This feels stupid.” 

He lets out a low, cocky chuckle, and his voice is all sorts of promising when he replies, “Trust me, I’ll make it worth your while. Play along for me.” 

Fine. 

“Where do I start?” you mumble. “I drink, frequently. I have been dishonest. I gamble, and I do not dress modestly, and — I don’t know. What else?” 

“Do you have impure thoughts?” You can hear the smile in Sam’s voice. 

“Yes.”

“About what?” 

You swallow hard, closing your eyes, thinking about the way he looks right now. No preacher has ever looked so good in that black suit. “About… about you.” 

“Go on.” 

“About the way you feel inside me. About the way you fuck me.” 

“What did you think about last time you touched yourself?” 

Your breath hitches. “I thought… I imagined that you —” 

“Lying is a sin.” 

Fuck. 

That’s the thing about Sam; he won’t let you get away with politeness, or with half-truths, or with telling him what most guys would want to hear. 

Fuck him and his creepy polygraph spidey senses. 

“I imagined that it was Dean,” you whisper, cheeks burning. 

“And how did that go, in your fantasy?” There’s no trace of surprise or hesitation in his voice. 

“I was — he bent me over the hood of the car.” 

“That’s not the first time you’ve thought about him, is it?” 

“Sam, I don’t — this is weird,” you say, squirming slightly. 

“Why?” he says, and you keep waiting for the jealousy or the disgust to color his words, but all you can hear is curiosity. “Do you think about him while I’m fucking you?” 

You let out a long, measured exhale. “Yes.” 

“Have you thought about him walking in? Listening to us?”

“Yes. Sam, I don’t—” 

“Were you thinking about him a couple days ago, in the middle of the night? When you couldn’t seem to keep quiet?”

You shudder, pressing your thighs together. “Yes.” 

“Tell me.” When you hesitate, he continues, “I wondered… felt the way you were squeezing around my cock every time it got too loud. You wanted him to hear.” 

“I wanted him to — to imagine. I hoped he was awake, and that he was turned on, and—” 

“You wanted him to join in,” Sam supplies, when you falter. His voice sounds husky, now. “You were imagining both of us, huh? What else?” 

“Sitting in your lap, in the backseat, while he watches in the rearview,” you mumble, and now that you’ve started talking, it’s hard to stop: “I think about getting on my knees for both of you. Letting him have my mouth while you fuck me, or… one of you holding me down.” 

“Have you imagined us handcuffing you? Taking turns with you?” he asks calmly. 

“Well now I’m imagining it,” you huff, and your nervous giggle breaks the tension for a moment. 

“I know you’re holding out on me,” Sam purrs, when the silence starts to stretch. “Leave my brother out of it, if you’re getting all hung up on that. What else?” 

“I don’t know,” you mumble. 

“Trust me. God isn’t judging you and neither am I. Tell me what you want me to do to you.” 

You can’t bring yourself to spit it out, even like this. “That’s it.” 

“Don’t lie to me.” His voice is silk and steel now. “Why don’t I take a guess?” 

“Fine.”  

“Knives,” he says bluntly, and your inhale is too sharp to be innocent. “You like the way a knife looks in my hands, the way it’d be dangerous if I didn’t know what I was doing.” 

“Yes.” 

“You want to know what it’d be like: cold metal on your skin. A knife at your throat, or... a gun to your temple.” 

You’re shaking. 

“How’d you know?” you whisper. 

“I pay attention,” he says simply, voice ragged, and then there’s a long pause before he asks, “Is that the end of your confession?” 

You’d almost forgotten where you are. You’re grateful the screen is still between you and Sam. 

“Yes,” you say, and because old habits die hard, you add, “I am sorry for these and all the sins of my past lives.” 

“As for penance…” You can hear the teasing note in it, and some of your self-consciousness dissipates. “You can begin by taking off your clothes.” 

“Here?” you laugh. “Sam…” 

“Here. Now.” 

You let out a tiny, nervous whine of protest, but you’re too turned on to care, not when you’ve already crossed so many lines tonight. 

Then you strip, taking off your clothes with shaking hands and setting them in a neat-ish pile in one corner of the tiny booth. It’s chilly, and you wrap your arms around yourself, feeling goosebumps run down your bare skin. 

“Okay,” you say softly. 

“Now... you can say ten Hail Marys,” Sam says, with that smirk in his voice again. 

“I — really?” you ask. 

Just as you’re thinking that’s all?, Sam is ducking through the curtain of the confessional, crowding you in and pushing on your shoulder until you sit back down on the narrow bench. Even in the barely-there flickers of light you can see the wicked smile on his face as he drops to his knees in front of you.  

“And you may not come until you’re finished,” he orders coolly. 

Then he’s hooking his arms under your knees, grabbing you by the hips and pulling you forward so that he can get that filthy smirking mouth on you. He licks a hot slick stripe up your center, swirling his tongue over your throbbing clit, and —

“Holy fucking shit,” you gasp, letting your head fall back against the wood with an echoing thunk, because whatever Sam’s doing with his lips is sending sweet fluttering waves of heat through your belly. “Oh my God, Sam, that’s—” 

“If you keep taking the Lord’s name in vain,” he growls, nipping at your inner thigh, “I’ll double it.” 

“Hail Mary, full of grace, the Lord is with thee,” you start, and it’s been a while; Sam’s not the only reason you have to pause. “Fuck. Blessed art thou among women, and blessed is the — the fruit of your womb, Jesus. Holy Mary, mother of God, pray for us sinners now—” Your voice breaks as you whimper, and you finish in one long rushed breath: “— and at the hour of our death, amen.”

“There you go,” Sam says, practically moaning the words against slick skin. You’re already having trouble thinking straight. 

You start all over again, trying to rush through it as quickly as possible, but you stutter as Sam fucks you shallowly with his tongue.  

“That wasn’t so bad, was it?” Sam says, curling two long fingers into you.

Except it’s bad. In the short time you’ve been doing this, Sam has learned your sweet spots like nobody’s ever learned them before, and he’s not touching them now. This is barely a tease, compared to what you know he can do to you. It’s bad, and it’s going to get so much worse. 

You start to stammer through the third prayer. You’re so wet — from the thrill of the setting, as much as what he’s doing with his tongue — you can hear the slick thrust of his fingers inside you, dirty and distracting. 

When you pause for breath between “Mary” and “mother of God,” Sam hums low against your cunt, and you know he enjoys this, you know he gets off on it, but he lets out these noises that never fail to make you feel feverish, and now is no exception. It doesn’t feel chilly any more. By “amen,” you’re burning up. 

“Three down,” Sam murmurs. 

On the fourth “grace,” he closes his lips around your clit and sucks gently, and you make a high, squeaky, mortifyingly desperate sound. Your voice keeps breaking as you stumble through the next lines, until you end on a long, relieved groan. 

“Good girl,” he croons. “Six more.” 

“I can’t,” you hiss. 

“You can. And you will.” 

On “full,” Sam twists his knuckles, and you gasp, arching your back, squirming. He fucks you in the same rhythm as your words, dragging friction across your g-spot with every syllable, and when you try to speed up, rushing through it, you can’t even get to “sinners” without breaking off in a moan. He stops completely as you pant for breath, and as you mumble through the last lines, painfully slow, you’re rolling your hips, trying to fuck yourself on his fingers, desperate for more. 

“That’s five,” Sam says. “I’ll give you a second to catch your breath.” 

With his free hand, he grabs one of your wrists, guiding your hand to the back of his head. His eyes flick up to you, watching hungrily, until you slide your fingers through the silky strands and tug lightly. 

You sigh. “You’re gonna kill me.” 

“Hope not,” he says, smirking against the crease of your thigh. “I’m into some weird shit, but I like ‘em warm and breathing.” 

“Ha fucking ha, Sam, that’s — fuck,” you choke, as he fits his mouth to your clit again, and this time he sucks lightly in time with the slow thrusts of his fingers.  You forget what you’re saying, somewhere around “God,” and stumble to the end in bits and incoherent pieces. 

“Six.” You realize you’ve got a death grip on his hair, all your muscles tensed-up and rigid with electricity that’s got nowhere else to go, but when you ease up, he pumps his fingers in deep and growls, “Harder.” 

He adds a third finger, and it’s so fucking good, so fucking much, filling you with fizzing pressure, and it takes most of your willpower to stop yourself from going under. 

You grit out, “HailMaryfullofgrace.” Lightning lances up your belly, and you squirm— “TheLordiswiththee.” — twist your fingers in Sam’s hair— “Blessedartthouamongwomen.” — muscles quaking, cunt clenching around perfectly curled fingers— “Blessedisthe. Fuck. Fruitofthywomb. Fuck — Jesus!” — tension surging and swelling  — “Holy Mary, mother of God, prayforussinnersnow, fuck, Sam!” — you’re almost there, almost, and he stops, refusing to give you what you want as you gasp out, “And —at the— the hour of our death, amen.” 

“Seven,” he says harshly, and you can feel him breathing hard, damp hot air teasing your slick swollen skin, and his mouth is so close to where you want it. He gives you a second and then: “Keep going.” 

You babble out a few words at a time, and your voice is ragged and broken, but it must sound close enough to what he wants; he’s winding you up again, fingers crooking expertly against that sweet spot. The heel of his other hand digs into your lower belly, right over that point of white heat, and it’s so intense, suddenly, that everything goes sparkly and distant.  

“Pray for us,” you groan, and he sucks, fast and hard. “Pray for us — us sinners —” 

There’s this pressure, right there, right where his fingers are stoking a fire, and it’s blazing, and —

“Sam, I can’t. I can’t, I’m gonna—” 

He’s not holding back, and you can’t either. You buck helplessly against the incredible suction of his mouth, holding him with both hands fisted in his hair as you bow up and cry out. All that pressure peaks, crashing down in wave after wave of relief, pulling you under like a rip tide as you come dripping-wet and messy. 

It blinds you, for a moment. You’re out of your body for who knows how long, lit-up and paralyzed by the high-voltage shock of it. 

When you come back to yourself, Sam is scooping you up and swapping places with you in one smooth movement, manhandling you so that you’re straddling him; he’s got his pants open just enough, can’t seem to wait any longer, and the breathless urgency is so unusual for him that your head spins. 

You’re still clenching through the lingering quakes of your orgasm, trembling, boneless like a rag doll, and it’s not you sinking down on his cock so much as him pulling you, filling you up inch by inch as you squeeze and quiver around the thick length of him. 

When he’s as deep as he can be, his arms wrapped around you and practically crushing you to his chest, you both pause and take a ragged gulp of air. 

“What even was that?” you slur, bracing yourself with a hand against the wall and trying to adjust. He lets out a rough groan through gritted teeth. 

“That is what I’ll be seeing every time I look at a confessional now,” he pants, starting to rock up into you. “Never gonna be able to walk into a church without getting hard.” 

He wraps an arm around your ribs, and the heat of his splayed hand on your shoulder feels like it spans half your back. Your naked skin seems even more obscene as it brushes the stiff cloth of his suit, and you can feel your own wetness soaking the fabric in places. You shiver, roll your hips, and you can feel the way he reacts, shuddering under you. 

“Seems like I’m not the only one who likes this a little too much,” you say, breathless. 

“Who said anything about too much? No such thing.” He barks out a laugh, bucking up in a way that makes you moan. “I’ve been to heaven, and trust me when I say, this right here—” He twists his hips viciously to emphasize the word. “— this is so much better.”

“God, this is so —” you whimper. He fists a hand in your hair and bites your neck, and you jerk helplessly against him. 

“God doesn’t care,” he growls. “God wasn’t listening to you just now.” 

“That’s not —” You’re pretty sure he’s missing the point, but with the way your cunt is throbbing at every perfect thrust, you can’t remember what that point is; you can’t remember anything. 

“God’s not going to answer those prayers,” he says hoarsely. “I’m the one who’s going to handcuff you and bend you over the hood of the car and fuck you until your legs give out.” 

“Holy shit, Sam.” Your brain is shorting out. 

“I’m going to make sure Dean sees you when you’re all strung-out and begging for it,” he promises. He jerks up with a vicious twist of his hips, and you grind down to meet him, every inch of your skin singing. “I’m going to hold a gun to your head while you ride me. I’m going to give you anything you want.” 

“Please.” Your moan sounds more like a sob, and you can’t see straight anymore; it’s all going distant, until the only thing that feels real is the aching, pulsing heat of him inside you. 

Sam claws at your back, dragging his open mouth up the side of your neck until he can snarl against your ear: “God doesn’t answer prayers, but I do.” 

He surges up to meet you one last time. Your vision flashes bright white as you come, one exquisite pulse after another rolling through you, and it feels like a purer sort of ecstasy than any religious experience you’ve had in a church.

This is worth a little hellfire. 

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There is now a follow-up drabble here!

[bakugohoex]

“aren’t you my good little kitten”

pairing: jean kirshctein x female reader

cw: established relationship, kitten!reader, fluff, nsfw (MINORS DNI!, master!jean, leash pulling, kissing, shoe fucking, nipple play, ass slapping, ass grabbing, female masturbation, thumb sucking, consensual sex, unprotected sex, creampie, biting, marking, bruises, aftercare)

word count: 2400+

a/n: yeah so i finished the fic yay, hope you enjoy hybrid reader ive never done something like this before but hopefully it worked

other information: hybrid collab by @ultimate-astridwriting

summary: in which you’re jean’s little kitten, spending the night getting off whilst he goes through paperwork before finally he has his way with you

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He was too pretty to resist, the way he flicked the pen between his tongue and finger as if he was teasing you. His eyes occasionally looking down at you as you kneeled patiently at his leg, a low mewl coming from your mouth. He always told you about his job, how he’d come late from the office with more paperwork he needed to go through. The time he spent away from you always had a purpose, it was to provide for you.

You brushed your cheek against his leg, his suit trousers being a flimsy material as he had discarded the jacket to the other shirt, shirt sleeves rolled as he unbuttoned the first three buttons with his thick fingers. “Patience, kitten,” your ears faced forward as the swish of your tail moved enthusiastically as you kneeled with his favourite lingerie set.

The black cupping your chest as your cunt had already drenched through the black lace. Your favourite part was the black collar that suffocated against your neck, the gold clasps of metal of a leash that was fastened against his other hand. A gold ringing bell swished as his hand moved to his knee, your tongue licking at the back of his hand, before going to each individual finger.

“What did I say?” His voice was harsh as he moved his hand away from your mouth and instead tugged on the leash making your wet cunt hit the top of his shoe. He had forgotten to take them off before he had entered the apartment but by the way you had given a loud moan at the impact he couldn’t help but smirk as he looked down at you.

“M…master,” you mewled as you rubbed against the shoe, it helped to gain some relief but made Jean chuckle.

He dropped his pen putting a hand through his brown locks, tugging at the end pieces as he watched how your tits bounced every time you moved back and forth against his shoe. “Having fun,” he looked down as he tugged at your leash again watching how your tongue fell from your mouth, eyes closed as you continued to hump against his shoe.

“Mmm…ye…yes…more…” your moans were always so pretty, the way his other hand moved to stroke the back of your ears as you flustered at the feeling, ears almost folding in as you moaned. He had begun tapping his foot at each brush of your cunt, making you move down just as he moved up.

Saliva dripped from your mouth as it went down your chest and to your thighs, “such a good kitty,” he comforted as your tail wagged at the praise continuing at your movement. “Why don’t we take these off?” Jean had disregarded his work as he pushed his chair away from the desk giving you more room.

He kept a grasp at your leash, wrapping it around his hand as his knuckles had become whiter. He undid the bra as your chest fell for his eyes, he licked his lips before motioning for you to remove your underwear. You looked up with pleading eyes as you gave him our soaked underwear, he held them as he stuffed them in his pocket.

Your eyes never left his brown ones as he looked down at you, “continue.” It was a command as you got pulled towards him, chest moving up and down as your bare cunt hit his brown shoes. He could see your slick hit the shoe at the new darkened shoe.

He went to grab the paper reading them as our moans filled the office, he already knew Connie had filed the paperwork due to the shitty format that had somehow been allowed. Signing as he occasionally looked down at your agape face, he watched as one had gone to grab his thigh before the other went to your hard tits.

The way you arched your back making your tail brush against the desk as you pinched at your nimble tits. You were always a sight for sore eyes, the way you’d be at the door in a matter of seconds, brushing your head against his legs as he stepped inside. The way you’d lick at his face to wake him up in the morning and sit on the table waiting for a kiss and breakfast to be served to you.

What he loved the most was seeing you trying to get off on every part of him, thigh riding had become a favourite of yours but trying to get off on his shoe was different but the way you did it so effortlessly had him intoxicated. “Wan…want to cu…cum ma…master,” he smirked once again as he looked down pulling at your leash as he watched you lick your lips, spit and saliva against your face, your ears dropping down as you could feel the orgasm hit.

“Cum kitten,” Jean cooed as he moved closer to your face, his hand nuzzling against your cheek as you brushed against him instinctively. The coil in your stomach snapping as you mewled loudly as your white gush fell onto his shoe and the wooden floor. “All dirty aren’t we,” he watched you nod enthusiastically through your tired state.

Dropping the paperwork down he tugged at your leash making your stand before, cum falling down your thigh as he grabbed at your ass. Just brushing the start of your tail as you shivered, feeling his grip to the fat before giving a harsh slap against one cheek. “That’s for ruining my shoes…” he paused as he grabbed your waist, the pain still seething through your backside as he watched your movement.

The way you fell onto his thigh as your ass hurt even more from hitting his thigh, you purred slowly as your tail wagged in excitement, your hand finding its way to his hard. You could already see it form as your other hand moved to play with the back of his hair. The hair against his chin and jaw brushing against your neck as he left soft kisses, even when he did punish you for ruining something he always came back to comfort you.

He gave a moan as your hand moved against the fabric of his trousers against his cock, “go to our bed, don’t fucking touch yourself, okay?”

You nodded but his hand grabbed your jaw, thumb brushing against your lips as he wanted a proper response, “yes master.”

He let go of your leash as he watched you leave the office, cum on his trousers and shoe as he looked at his dark office. He finally stood up after five minutes, removing his shoes as he chucked them in the bin before beginning to unbutton his white shirt.

His thick fingers easily did it as he discarded the shirt to the ground, removing the rest of his clothes as he was left with his boxers and nothing else. He heard low whimpers coming for your shared bedroom as he peeked through the door seeing your cunt rut against the sheets, back arched as you couldn’t help but disobey his order. He opened the door slowly making the door creak as he entered watching intensely, “stupid whore couldn’t wait.”

His voice was a mutter as you tensed, stopping in your grinding against the sheets, drool falling onto your thighs as your eyes widened, “master.” It was a cough as you watched Jean’s tall stature come towards you, it only took two large steps before he knelt on the bed.

The view of the dark city coming from the open windows, the curtains open as a sensation swept under your thighs of the silk sheets. Jean grabbed your throat as he pushed his thumb into your mouth making you fluster.

His other hand went to the back of your ears as he scratched at them, hair moving through his fingers every time he moved his nails to them. His thumb pushed into your mouth as your eyes felt heavy as you looked down at his toned body, seeing the bulge already push against his boxers.

Your mouth opened up as he removed his thumb, saliva coating the finger as he gripped onto your face, letting his thumb brush against your cheek before letting his other hand move from the back of your pointed ears to the leash around your neck holding it as he lifted you up to his height making you get on your knees before kissing you.

Saliva and spit mixing with one another as his tongue divulged inside of your wet mouth, he could taste all of you before his other hand moved off your face and down to your tits, his fingers rubbing against the nub as the bell on the leash made a sound once more, he stopped kissing you as he looked into your eyes.

“Turn around, kitten,” you compiled as he let go of you, your ass rubbed against his bulge as your tail spiralled past his open arms resting close to his side, fur brushing against him as you pushed your ass up to his front, his broad palm pushed your face onto the sheets as he grabbed the leash once more, having a perfect view of your cunt as he held your firmly with the leash.

Pulling his boxers off with one hand and letting them fall to the bed, his cock springing up to hit your ass, he watched you squirm as you felt his cock glide back and forth between your ass and cunt. “Tell me how much you want me.”

It was a command as he tugged on the leash making you moan as his other hand went to grab onto your ass cheek. Your slick coating his cock to help him divulge into your cunt once you answered, “want you so…so fucking…much master.”

“That’s my girl,” he muttered before slamming into your cunt, a loud muffled moan erupted from your mouth as you remained on fours feeling him continue to slam back and forth into your pretty walls.

The low groans and continuous moaning from both of you caused you to tense around him at every hit he took inside of you. His hand on your ass leaving harsh prints as he continued to squeeze and hit it.

Your tail falling at the sheer pleasure you were feeling as you had begun to drool on the bed through your mewls. The way he spoke affirmations of his pretty kitten, the way each time he slammed into you he gripped onto your ass cheeks even harsher. “So…so good kitten…”

He could barely breathe as he continued to slam into your walls, “J…Jean…” the way your lips had spoken his name had intoxicated him as his pace had increased in a matter of seconds. The harsh thrusts become faster and go deeper to hit the back of your cervix.

“Gonna fill you…fill you up kitten,” he groaned as he tugged the leash making your body harshly move closer to his own. Back hitting his chest as he repositioned himself inside of you making you ride his cock as both hands went to massage your tits.

Mouth making contact with your open neck as he continued to move his hip upwards letting your drool hit his hands. The squeezes of the fat on your chest making you moan even more and the bites he had left with the brush of the stray hair from his hair nuzzling into your neck. “Love you kitten,” he groaned lowly into your ear as you gave a tired smile.

“L…love…love you too,” you responded back feeling his pace begin to quicken once more, he wanted you to feel him all. His thick cock began to harshly move in you as you couldn’t help but lean your head against his shoulder.

You could feel cum begin to build up once more in your stomach a coil ready to snap and by the way your cunt clenched, Jean knew it as well, “gonna cum baby,” he murmured almost teasingly, “cum for me kitten.”

Feeling the coil snap in your stomach as white gush flowed out once more from your cunt, the squelching of Jean’s cock pushing the cum back into your cunt surrounded the room. You moaned loudly at the feeling of his aggressive grabbing of your chest and sides as he wanted to cum inside of his pretty kitten.

“Be my good kitten, make me cum, c…come on,” he spoke as he watched you move your hips just as he moved upwards you were coming right back down. Feeling all of you as he bit at your neck as you continued with your actions, “aren’t you my good little kitten,” it was a statement as he moaned it out feeling his own high coming.

He didn’t give you a warning as his cum began to fill you up, feeling yourself slowly move on his cock. Cum spilling from your cunt and onto your thighs and silk sheets, he gave another groan as he felt flushed at the feeling. You steadily got off of him as you went on fours stretching your limbs as Jean finally looked down at you.

You nuzzled your head onto his thigh, as he looked down picking you up softly to sit on his lap, “we need to clean up,” he spoke softly as he touched your scalp massaging it gently, he saw just how tired you had gotten,

Jean placed your drowsy state on the bed, taking the silk sheet off as he threw it to the side, he put his boxers on, checking on your position as soft snores escaped from your mouth. He went to grab a shirt for you to wear with a new sheet to put on top of the both of you.

His white shirt he wore on a daily basis was in his hands as he lifted you up, putting you in the shirt before lying beside you with the silk sheet on top of you. He instantly felt you turn over meeting his chest as your hands laid on his stomach. “I love…you, Jean,” you murmured in your sleepy state as you snuggled into his side.

Jean put his arm around you as he looked down at you softly, “I love you too, Y/n.” He kissed your temple before closing the light, holding you in his arms as you both fell into a sweet slumber.

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[seka1-k0k0ro]

night of fun

y e s

i had way too much fun with this thank you anon for feeding my mind u-u

see part one here!

summary: a week has passed since the ‘incident’ and megumi’s thoughts have gone haywire and are utterly filled with you.

cw: smut with a semi plot (shes long cuz i got carried away), fem! reader

[lower case intended + not proofread]

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the air was thick and it was hot. megumi was training with the third years while you sat on the sidelines with yuuji and nobara. his focus was all on you. how your skin has a slight glow from the heat; how the sun rays caused your skin to heat; how the heat caused you to hike your skirt up though it was against school rules. you were infecting his mind—his body.

panda landed a ruthless blow into megumi’s stomach, launching him a couple meters across the field. coughing, megumi sat up, and the third years walked over.

“what’s up with you megumi? you’ve been so distracted lately,” maki began.

“tuna,” inumaki agreed from behind her with one hand on his hip. with a final throat-clearing cough megumi began,

“i’m fine. just have a lot on my mind. nothing serious.”

“is it y/n?” megumi’s head jerked in shock, and he could feel his cheeks slightly heat. he only hoped he could mask it and blame it on the hot day. “it is so y/n,” maki smirked, “did y’all fight or something?” megumi deadpanned.

“no, we didn’t.”

“she blue-ball you?” she asked again. megumi scowled and stood, his cheeks now flaming.

“it’s not like that. stay out of it. it’s my business.” he stomped away like a child. the third years huddled together and unanimously agreed that it indeed was like that.

megumi approached the group of three sitting on the sidelines. he saw you sat in between yuuji and nobara showing them something on your phone. he looks at your thighs which were missing their stockings from you possibly running late. your uniform jacket was missing--replaced by the tight, white button-up shirt you wear in case it gets hot. he’s always loved that shirt.

then he noticed how seemly close yuuji was sitting to you. he knows neither of you would ever do anything but he’s always felt slightly self-conscious of yuuji. yuuji was physically stronger; yuuji had pure power and he didn’t. he saw yuuji place his chin on your shoulder and snuggle into your neck.  

you noticed megumi’s presence and gasped. your eyes sparkled and you had the biggest smile. you dropped everything you were holding and ran over to him, holding megumi in a hug. though megumi knew he shouldn’t feel the way he did, he felt smug and looked at yuuji in the eyes with a glare and a smile as he hugged you. yuuji looked back confused.

“we were just watching part of a movie that yuuji watched while he was training with gojo.” his smile returned to a frown. for the past couple of days, yuuji has all you’ve been talking about. it’s been yuuji this and yuuji that. “speaking of yuuji, i’m gonna be in his dorm after school helping him study.”

“oh? until when?” you shrugged.

“i don’t know. whenever we finish.” megumi sighed and pulled away. 

“alright. well, let me go back to--” yuuji interrupted him.

“y/n come back so we can play the movie.”

“gimme a second, yuu,” you said back. megumi turned to you confused.

“yuu?” you cocked your head to the side and giggled.

“what? it’s just a nickname, megumi. anyways get back to training before they yell at you.” you turned around and went back to the duo waiting for you. megumi stood there shocked for a second then turned and walked back towards centerfield. all he could think about was the stupid nickname and how you didn’t kiss him goodbye. 

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the sun was now setting. megumi was gathering his things and inumaki came up to megumi. he handed him a note.

just talk to her, don’t let things get between you two because you didn’t voice what was bothering you. you know what’s wrong, but she doesn’t. instead of staying quiet, use your words and open up. that is the only solution.

inumaki left megumi to think on his own with a final shoulder pat. megumi looked back at the note and read it over again. he sighed and rubbed at his eye in exhaustion. he folded the letter back neatly and slipped it in his pocket.

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“nothing is working!” yuuji laughed as you continued to complain. “i mean, think about it. we came with this plan to make megumi jealous and nothing has worked. i didn’t even give him his good-bye kiss today!”

“well, there’s still one last thing we could do.” you rolled your eyes.

“and what might that be oh wise one?”

“megumi always gets to the dorms at 8:30, right?”

“yeah, and?” 

“we’re supposed to be studying, right?” your shoulders slumped, and you groaned.

“where are you going with this?”

“if megumi hears some...uhh...well- how should I put this?...questionable noises as he passes by the room--that’ll be his last straw.” you nodded understandingly. you agreed to the plan with one final worry,

“i just hope he doesn't break up with me.”

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the corridor was dark as usual on his training days. never missing a beat, megumi walks down the hallway expecting to only hear his footsteps, though we don't all get what we expect.

“yuu! fuck-- please!” megumi’s footsteps stop right before he can fully pass itadori’s dorm. 

“come on, y/n. try a little harder and maybe i’ll give you what you want.”

“yuuji, please, I need it. please!” the little show was accompanied by grunts and groans from you. 

megumi felt something inside of him snap. he tore the door open almost breaking the doorknob in the process. he saw both you and yuuji standing while yuuji held something--he assumes its school supplies--over your head while you’re trying to grab it. both of you are in casual clothing and out of your daily school uniforms. you both stare at megumi in the door entrance.

megumi fumes and grabs you by your wrist. he dragged you into his room, locking the door behind him. megumi turned on a couple of the lamps in his room. he drops all of his stuff and turns jaggedly to face you.

“what has been going on?” he asks surprisingly calmer than he looks.

“what do you--”

“you know what i’m talking about. what between you and yuuji, huh?” you crossed your arms and frowned.

“first of all,” you stepped closer and turned your nose up to him, “do not interrupt me. second,” you turned around sheepishly, “itadori wanted to see what you would seem like jealous, and” you slumped, regretful, “i agreed.”

megumi sighed and rubbed his hand across his face. he walked up and hugged you from behind. “so you still love me?” you scoffed.

“what? of course I do.” megumi nodded. you two stood in silence, until he spoke up with an idea.

“will you make it up to me?” 

“i will...but how?” his hands slowly lift your shirt, letting just his hands under. he moves his head from your neck to rest against your ear.

“i have something in mind,” he said. his left hand reached towards your right tit while the other hand played with the waistband of your athletic shorts. you leaned back into him feeling him harden. you turn in his embrace and kiss him. the kiss was passionate but soft.

megumi led you towards the bed, laying you down. he caged you in, pinning you to the bed. he sat on his heels to see you. your face was flushed, and you were slightly trembling.

“don’t just stare.” he laughed breathlessly.

“i’m sorry, y/n. you’re just so pretty,” his voice trailed to low whisper as he leaned into your neck, “it makes me wanna go all the way.” he peppered feathery kisses onto your jaw—so intoxicating it made your mind spin in circles and your body squirm.

“wait,” you said. “are you sure?”

“what?” he asked lazily, still suckling on your skin.

“what if gojo comes in and—“ he kissed you, then rested his forehead against yours.

“forget gojo. i want you,” he went back down to your collarbone, “i want to make you feel good.”

“megumi,” you managed to say.

“hmm?”

“take me.” he stilled, but the words shot straight to his dick. the way you would say his name in the breathless, pitched voice made his cock twitch. he stuffed his face in the dip of your neck and groaned. he collected himself and crashed his lips into yours. it was messy. teeth would clash and spit covered each other’s mouths. though the love each had for one another never diminished. you could feel him pouring his love, heart, and soul—telling you, through the kiss, to take him as well.

his thumbs hooked the waistband of your shorts and pulled them down along with your panties. you sat up and took your shirt off and your bra. he pushed you back down and kissed you. he kissed you and kissed you, and you felt your lips bruising from his force. your hands reached to his shirt, and you signal for him to take it off. swiftly, he took his sweats and shirt off, leaving him in his boxers.

he went back to kissing you. he couldn’t get enough. megumi wanted to kiss every angle, crevice, inch—he wanted to kiss all over—he wanted to make sure not piece of you was left untouched. if you’d let him, he’d ravage you in one blow.

his hands began to tease your inner thighs, but always too high or too low. his kisses began to follow the path down you jaw to your collar bone. his fingers finally touched you where you wanted—needed him most; his middle finger spreading your wetness between your folds. his kisses turned impatient. he marked you with his teeth, leaving love bites behind as he moved farther down.

your gasps, breaths, and soft moans were music to his ears. they made his mind go fuzzy and his eye sight waver. he was drunk on you; he was drunk on the sounds, the smell, the taste of you.

megumi’s lips attached to you left breast which made you yelp. at the same time, a finger slipped into your cunt, followed by a second, then a third. one by one, each stretching you out, and preparing you for him. the sensation made you wriggle around. your knee dug into his cock, making him moan out. you continued to pleasure him, the vibrations from his sounds heightening your own pleasure.

“megumi—“ you whined, “please. i need more.” he chuckled and detached from your breast with a slight pop. his lips hovered against yours, not entirely kissing you.

“patience, princess.” his fingers sped up and his thumb grazed against your clit, making you arch your back.

“please,” you whimpered back. “fuck me, megumi. please?” you bucked your hips into his hands, in attempt to convince him more. with a final cry, megumi cursed at himself and removed himself from you, leaving you on the bed catching your breath and your thighs twitching. megumi got rid of his boxers—throwing them on floor with the rest of the scattered clothes.

his rummaged his drawers for the condoms maki got him as a gag gift for his birthday. megumi tore the packet open with his teeth and slipped it on. you look over to see him walking back. the bed creaked with his added weight, and a smile of anticipation graced your face. megumi gave some final kisses to your inner thighs while he got comfortable. he held the back of your thighs up, using his shoulder as leverage.

you helped line up his cock, and he pushed in. finally in, megumi moaned while you let out soft puffs, trying to adjust. he moved slowly, not wanting to hurt you as the way felt against him made it awfully hard to.

“so good—ahh!” you couldn’t help but get louder. “megumi,” you moaned, “you feel so good—fuck!” your hips moved along with his, and megumi felt something in him snap. he groaned and apologized,

“i’m sorry, baby. i can’t help it.”

“s’ okay,” you managed out before your head finally turned to mush. megumi’s thrust sped, and his hands moved to your hips pulling them into him harder and harder. megumi’s eyes crossed, getting lost in the pleasure. he felt your walls flutter against him, signaling you’re close. his right thumb found your clit again. he felt you tighten against him. “oh! megumi, i’m gonna cum!”

“cum for me, baby.” you tensed, and your voice cracked at your final wail. he rode out your orgasm and into his. he came into the condom, and he dropped next to you. you took the condom off and tossed it in the bin.

megumi welcomed you back into bed with kisses and cuddles under the covers. “that was amazing,” you whispered.

“it was,” he whispered back with a smile. he dug his nose into your hair with his arms around you and dozed off to sleep.

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the door being opened harshly startled megumi awake.

“rise and shine-“

“gojo-sensei!” megumi yelled, stirring you awake. gojo saw the bedsheets fall from your bare shoulders and understood what had happened. gojo bursted out laughing and closed the door, still laughing after it was fully shut. “shit!”

“what’s wrong, baby? who was that?” you asked still groggy.

“gojo.” the sleepiness was replaced with adrenaline quickly, and you bursted from the bed naked.

“gojo?!” megumi smiled seeing you flail around for your clothes.

after both of you were decent, you walked out of megumi’s dorm, and gojo was still laughing. yuuji was also laughing. megumi rolled his eyes.

“hey megumi, did you at least wrap it before you tapped it?” gojo’s laughing increased.

“yeah, you two were quite loud. please remember the thin walls next time,” yuuji snickered.

“sorry, yuuji. his dick was just too big.” you shrugged and dragged megumi away past the bathroom area. both of you were laughing after seeing yuuji’s disgusted face and gojo’s eyes popping out of sockets from laughing too hard.