#AND ITS FUCKING RINGING AND I CAN FEEL THE PRESSURE INSIDE AND ITS FUCKING DRIVING ME CRAZY TO NOT HAVE A GODDAMN FUCKING BREAKDOWN ABOUT IT

[uchu-no-bashira]

Murmurs of Obedience - Gyomei x Fem!Reader

Authors Note: This is something that I wrote a while back. Just reposting because I've always been a Gyomei stan and you guys are kinda inspiring me to write for him again lmfao. Hope you guys enjoy, if not, oh well lmfao.

TW: MINORS DO NOT INTERACT, Anal Beads, Explicit Sexual Content, Vaginal sex, Breeding, Dominance, Power play, Bodily Fluids, Size Kink, Restraints, Teasing, Black Reader Because I said so. Word Count📃: 1127

The sound of pleasure permeates the room, the murmurs of obedience cascading from your lips unabashedly as you’re fucked into your mattress. All that’s allowed now is incoherence as Gyomei drives deep into your greedy pussy, it sucks him in and covers him in slick, a feeble attempt to take him in his entirety, so needy, so full.

Saliva pools in your mouth, dribbling down the side of your cheek the harder his hips thrust. Wet slaps reverberate the room as your essence thickens into a viscous white ring and the hums of his delight augment with the tantalizing sensation of pressure around your waist.

The frigid feeling of plush caresses your skin as you lay face down, ass up, both your hands pinned to your lower back by a much larger one as your body is drawn into his pelvis. He’s a mess in more ways than one, relishing in the sound of your wanton moans and pleasured cries. A grunt escaping him, filling your ears as the squeeze of your slick walls cradles his thick cock.

“There’s my good girl.” He tones lustfully, his head falling back as he admires the feeling of the mess you’ve made on him. His thumb trails along your precious ring, he smiles at its fullness as he pushes the silicone, beaded object deeper inside you. As you whimper, his hand pulls back and strikes your thigh with an exultant slap. “Mhmm~” He hums knowingly, picking up his pace to hear the needy tone of your voice and the squelch of your perfect pussy in his ears. He wants you undone completely, wants to feel all that you have to offer and he won’t stop until you’ve unraveled at the seams before him.

He figures it won’t be long now, the tremor of absolute pleasure in your voice says it all, and your eyes disappear into the back of your skull when you feel yourself on the edge of orgasm. Nothing is left of your mind except for the ability to generate profane language, and he listens for his favorite sound that you make; a guttural moan that lets him know he’s right where he needs to be.

As soon as he hears you he grins like a Cheshire Cat. He’s found it; that spot you love so fucking much. The spot that makes your knees weak as you beg for more than you can handle. He loves the feel of your body trembling on the tips of his fingers, it’s so tantalizing, so unforgettable. His teeth find his bottom lip and his brows knit together when he feels a gush of fluid cover his pelvis l, his chest vibrating as he praises you over and over again. “Such a messy, messy girl… I love when you keep it open just like that.” He whispers sternly while pressing into your sweet spot, untying the knot of your orgasm while he works his hips sloppily into your creamy pussy.

Your breath hitches as bliss traverses your body, your skin warm like the sun as your climax lingers right on the edge. The sound only lasts a moment, but Gyomei certainly doesn’t miss it. He pushes himself deep, bullying his thick cock through your suffocating pussy to rest his tip at your cervix, a smug smile on his face as he leans down to show you a remote control. He offers no words as his thumb traces the ‘plus’ sign, then he waits until there’s a soft silence, save for your whimpering, before a small ‘click’ is heard by both of you.

Sporadic pulsating vibrations cause your body to writhe in ecstasy. The sound of your pleasured screams fill the air as you wriggle and pull your back into a deep arch, clenching your teeth and panting heavily as your voice quivers. Gyomei hums in delight at the feeling of your insides vibrating, losing himself in the constant opening and clenching of your pussy as you reach your orgasm. You could hear him behind you beginning to moan loudly as your body rocks back and forth into him rhythmically.

“Ah!~ Agh fuck~ Too m-much!~”

“Don’t give out on me now.” He husks, his breath full of desire as he traces his top lip with his tongue, burying himself deep into your tightening walls.

“s’good~ m’gona~...”

“I can’t hear you my love, speak up.” He teases while pulling out and pushing himself to the hilt, his cock rubbing heavy against your sweet spot.

“Fuck! I’m gonna cum! It feels so good! Ahh!~” The over-stimulation was too much and you couldn’t stop your body from jerking. The involuntary trembling of your knees and gasping of breaths had Gyomei enthralled as he listened to the submission to your orgasm, relishing the way that you squirm under him. A deep growl fills the room as he fills your pussy to the brim with his cum, pulling out and using his cock to gather the spatter that oozed out just to push it back into you. His over sensitivity causes him to paint your walls again with his seed, his massive cock pressed fully against your cervix, lifting your hips to keep his load inside as he holds his sweltering palm against your back, keeping you in place as you moan his praise into your pillow.

After a moment, his lips trail up the middle of your back, then rested at the base of your ear. “Good girl.” He coos softly, sticking his thick finger into the loop of the toy buried deep in your second hole before tugging on it slowly. Your insides are rubbed as they pop out gently, one by one.

17 inches and 6 spiked, ribbed and sleek anal beads later, you found yourself sprawled out on the bed, a fucked out expression in your face and shaking before feeling the space around your waist tighten. Open mouthed kisses caress your cheek and neck, an attentive lover as always and aftercare was his specialty. He had no problem babying you for comfort, or running you a hot shower. After cleaning your body and his own, he runs a bath just for you, just so you can come down from your high.

After a quick change of sheets, Gyomei helps you out, carrying you back to bed. The feeling of sleep coast along your eyelids after your rush of dopamine, endorphins and oxytocin wear off. Two thick arms around your waist seals a deal with the sandman. The last thing you hear and feel before drifting off into sleep, is the sound of your husband’s low and honeyed voice.

“I love you so much, my love. I’ll take care of you in the morning as well… Just in case your body is sore."

[1-800-cybersaint]

bakugou wants to try anal.

cw: self-explanatory, fem reader

you know this because, whenever he's about to cum while hitting it deep in doggy, the pad of his thumb ghosts over your tight little hole. teasing the rim before he's working the finger in up to the first knuckle. it's not long after he's done this that his other hand is grabbing your hip almost tight enough to bruise and burying his cock as deep as he can go in your cunt before emptying inside you.

it's taboo to him, something he's never brought up, and you think that's why it turns him on so much.

so when you tell him you want to try it, you feel elated at the sight of his entire chest and neck flushing red, and the way he adjusts in his seat before shrugging.

"if that's what you wanna do, then..." he agrees casually, as if he's not tenting in his sweatpants at the thought.

he's quick to get ready for bed that night, taking a ten minute shower and putting on only his boxers while he waits for you to finish changing. by the time you're done, he's already hard, trying to seem relaxed while waiting for you in the middle of the bed.

he works you open carefully— you, with your ass in the air and your cheek to the sheets, moaning quietly as he fucks your hole with his thumb and plenty of his spit and lube. you watch him over your shoulder, the desperate look on his handsome face, but occasionally you'll peek between your legs to watch him grip his cock at the base.

it makes your mouth water to see it: painfully hard, long and thick with a tip that's grown so red, leaking pre onto the bed.

"fuck, katsuki, i want it." you whine, making him curse as you rock back and forth into his finger. your pussy is drooling and throbbing around nothing, and you tease your clit to ease some of the tension.

"alright, alright," he gripes, but you can see the inhale he takes, hear its shakiness. "fucking impatient."

you moan when he plants one of his feet on the mattress to stabilize himself. you're about to get fucking wrecked.

he doesn't even breathe as he slowly works his way into you, with his eyebrows scrunched and his eyes nearly rolling back into his head. when the flared head finally pops past the first ring, he moans louder than you've ever heard him.

"fuck, baby, it's so fucking tight."

katsuki's cock does a perfect job of stuffing your cunt every night without fail, but this is something else entirely. the pressure hurts in the most delicious way, has you drooling into the sheets as he takes his time sliding in. you've never felt so full as your pussy clenches around nothing.

you whine again when he stops to rest a hand on your lower back, and tries to breathe through his nose to steady himself. his eyes are half open and his brow is still scrunched, the vein in his neck thick and full with blood as he tries to hold back.

you swirl your clit again before dipping into your empty, fluttering hole to coat your fingers with slick, and then you smear it across the underside of what of his cock is still out of you.

"you're gonna...ah, fuck— " he stares down as your hole tries to suck him in, mouth falling open as you slowly start to rock your hips back and forth. "you're gonna make me fucking cum."

"katsuki," you keen. the hot ache in your pussy is becoming too much, your clit throbbing. the feeling of him sliding in and out of you, however small, has you seeing stars. "yes, fuck, i want you to fuck my ass."

he moans again at your vulgarity, too turned on to care, and his hands go to your hips so he can pull you back even further on his cock. he throws his head back to face the ceiling as he starts a pace that has his hips clapping against you.

it's painful and too much and yet not enough. the stretch of him sliding in and out is driving you insane and pushing closer and closer to your crest as he twitches inside of you. you can't take it anymore: you reach down to dip your fingers in your empty cunt, pressing your heel into your aching clit, and then you're cumming harder than you ever have.

"fuck, oh fuck," katsuki gasps, "you're so— fucking tight, fuck!"

his cum paints your insides as he bottoms out in your ass, thighs shaking. it seems like he cums forever, but then he is finally slowly inching out of you and holding you open to watch his spend slowly leak out. you moan at the feeling of being so exposed, seeing him so fucked out.

"oh my god," you moan, your eyes heavy as he slowly strokes you again. "that was so— wait, what are you doing?"

you watch him over your shoulder as he stands back up on his knees, stroking his already swelling cock in hand. your eyes go wide as he nudges your leaking hole with his tip.

his pupils are entirely blown out, no iris to be seen.

"you said you wanted me to fuck your ass, didn't you?"

[goldenkirstein]

cw: smut (18+ minors and ageless blogs DNI), female genitalia (pussy, clit), ass play (f!receiving), mentions of anal, riding

osamu x fem!reader

Just thinking about riding samu on the couch, your chests brushing against each other, sending shocks of pleasure down your spine.

He has this fevered look in his eyes, mouth agape as you plant wet hot kisses across his face and neck with every bounce on his cock. It's driving you mad how well he fits inside you, how good the shape of his dick feels against your plush walls.

The two of you are lost in each other, touching and grabbing at each other's bodies, drinking in the pleasure of being so intimately connected.

Osamu's hands grasp the globes of your ass, dragging you up and down his shaft till the only sound that can be heard is the thwack of skin-hitting skin.

You're so lost in chasing after your orgasm that you don't register one of his hands inching towards the middle of your ass until you feel his finger slide and touch your puckered hole.

A shaky gasp falls from your lips when you feel pressure against it, his finger slowly working its way against the tight ring of muscles.

Your eyes lock, and you do your best to moan out his name, but all samu does is let out a breathy laugh when you clench around his cock when his finger pushes inside your other hole.

"oh fuck, you like that baby? You want me to finger your pretty ass while I fuck you?"

It's a little mean how he says it to you, but all you can do is nod in your dumbstruck state—the new sensations making your mind go hazy with pleasure.

His finger remains inside you while the rest of his hand splays across your ass, holding and guiding your cunt as it wraps around his cock.

Samu is losing his composure, every thrust a little sloppier than the previous, grunting at how you clench as his cock drives into you while his finger works your ass.

When you go to hide your face in the crook of his neck, the tension building in your abdomen becoming almost overwhelming, his other hand comes up to grab at your neck, forcing you to look into his eyes so he can memorize the way your face contorts when he fucks into you.

It's pointless to hide anyways, Osamu knows your every tell, and he doesn't shy away from telling you.

His finger slips out of your ass, and his hands grasp and pull apart the globes of your ass while his thrusts speed up.

His voice is hoarse as he speaks, finger slipping back into your tight ass, "you know how I know when you're cumming, darling? Your pretty pussy spasms around me."

His words make you keen out his name, toes curling as your clit bumps the base of his cock with every thrust, making you squirm against samu as he pushes you over the edge of your orgasm.

His voice is hot against your ear, barely heard over your own panting, "now that I know your ass does the same, I wanna know how it'll feel around my cock."

[purpleph4se]

Plspslspslpsls write a Namor x f reader with a breeding kink🤭

i made this extra special since ur my first ever request! im sorry if i took to long to write i’ve been busy with uni but tysm for requesting and i hope u like it <3

namor x reader

warnings | smut, fem/afab! reader, dom! namor, BREEDING (ofc), praise, possessiveness, overstimulation

translations | in yakunaj - my love, in k'áatec - i love you

namor’s lips feel so yielding yet passionate against yours, your little sighs mixing and brushing against each other's skin. its been so long since he’s been intimate with you. his duties as the god of his people have kept him away from you, leaving you needy for him.

his tongue licked softly at your lips to part them at the seams, licking some more inside of your mouth to find your tongue. he was breathing so heavily into your mouth, and you returned the same to him. you were starved for each other. all of the oxygen in your lungs being replaced by his might not even be enough to satiate your desire.

namor pulls you into his lap, his arms drawing you against his chest - tight enough that you couldn't possibly get closer. every touch is careful and thought-out, his fingers dancing lightly over your waist because he knows that's your weak spot. "i love you so much," namor sighs deeply into your neck, his own urgent sense of desire taking over his every thought.

his eyes never once leave yours, he wants to see that pretty face you make when he pushes the head of his cock up against your hole. “so wet…all for me..” namor mutters against your lips, his grasp letting your hips start to lower onto his cock. "i’ll take care of you, in yakunaj."

you nod, breathy pants fanning against his gaped lips as your hips press flush against his. you'd forgotten how tense it felt when he was bottomed out like this, a bite of sharp pressure flitting through your spine. "ah—“

"i know," namor whispers through a tense expression, one hand caressing your cheek as the other draws you against his chest. "i know it’s a lot, i’ll be gentle."

the pressure of his thick cock snug in the hilt of your cunt was immense, but you missed it. he always took his time, letting you take control and grind your hips and bounce as much as you could take.

but namor can't help himself, and neither can you - and all in a moment, namor’s hands grasp your waist and help you up and down, up and down on his cock to the point where your shaky breaths become uncontrollable whines.

“oh-oh fuck—!” you stutter out each time you bounce on his hips, your body so easily maneuvered , he just loves taking care of you like this. “just like that, my sweet girl," namor grunts out between shaky breaths, beads of sweat forming on his skin. "you're doing so well. i missed you so much, in yakunaj."

your attempt at a response was futile, your words wrung out in your throat by a whimper at the pleasure. it boils in your gut, seeping through your limbs and buzzing along your skin - you're so close, and namor knows because he is too.

"m’ g-gonna cum-" the words are broken with each bounce, each slap of your hips on his, over and over his throbbing cock driving into you like it's the last thing he'll ever do.

"i know, i know," namor groans out, his eyebrows furrowed and his face tense and flushed. "i’m here, i’ve got you. let go for me."

and you did just that, spasming underneath him and gripping his cock without mercy. juices gushed out from your core, a white ring of cum covering the base of his length as you bit your tongue to suppress your cries. you cling to namor as he fucked you through your release, his pace never faltering.

"oh, that's my girl," he pants onto your gaped lips that glimmer with a sheen of saliva, fucking up into you faster and faster. "just a little more, and i’ll fill you up, hm?"

tingles shiver through your skin and it's so euphoric when his face tenses up and his head digs itself into the crook of your neck, filling you with every last rope of cum. it spills out around the base of his cock, seeping onto your skin in recognition of how starved the two of you are.

but he wasn’t finished. he needed you full. he had to get it nice and deep inside of you. he holds your back as he lays you down against the sheets, being careful of not pulling out.

“namor—! s’ too m-much!” you keened as he began to move his hips again. he was mesmerized with how perfectly your eager cunt swallowed him. namor pressed his lips against you, lifting his hips up slightly, bucking into you, softly but forcefully.

you cried, slinging your arms around his shoulders as he pressed his face into the crook of your neck, hammering into you in quick little thrusts. his balls slapped against your ass obscenely, the snaps of his skin against yours echoing in the air of the room.

"you feel so good around me, like your body was made for me, all mine—all mine." he rambled against your neck in a hushed tone as he thrusted into you, his narrow hips slamming against yours. he kissed the side of your neck as you writhed underneath him, bucking up into him with needy mewls as he fucked you.

"im yours! y-yours, namor—“ you screwed your eyes shut, your hand shooting to the back of his head, pressing him into you as he grazed his teeth against the tender flesh of your neck, "i-i belong to you my king, my g-god—ah!” you cried out as you felt him suck on your neck.

he chuckled, lifting his upper body, not ceasing the thrusting of his hips to take a good look at you underneath him. his hair was a mess, slick with sweat as his wide, muscular chest heaved, little beads of sweat rolling down his defined abdomen and down where your sexes met.

"that’s right, taking your god so well, in yakunaj.” his voice was breathy as he licked his lips, your hands resting on his forearms as you made eye contact, your vision hazy as arousal thrummed in your belly.

with a particularly forceful thrust, namor pressed his hips flush against you and groaned as you let out a little whine, your gummy walls gripping his pulsing length, sucking him in. he swore under his breath.

his lips searingly hot against your own as he captured your mouth with his, fucking you into sheets, sweetly filling you with his thickness, his tongue writhing against yours as he thrusted in and out, in and out, faster, yet still, so tender.

"im going to breed your cunt—make you mine. you would love that wouldn’t you? fill you until your spilling with my children, hm?” namor purred, pressing his forehead against yours, tearing his lips off of yours as he dug his fingers into the sheets beneath you.

“yes! yes, p-please! i need it—need you!” you cried out, feeling his erratic breaths fan over your lips in heated little blasts as he grunted with the effort of fucking you, your legs bouncing in sync with his thrusts.

his grueling pace and the possessive way he bore down on you was enough to fling you over the edge. you came hard, bucking and spasming as your clit throbbed like a heartbeat. you desperately moaned his name over and over.

namor let out a throaty, guttural moan, inside your mouth, biting down on your bottom lip as his hips stuttered and stilled over yours as you felt hot, thick cum flood your cunt, again. he grunted and whined as he snapped his hips forward again and again, shooting his cum deep inside you. his trembling and panting seemed to go on forever before you felt the twitching stop, replaced with the dull throbbing of your own orgasm dying down.

“in k'áatec.”

[darkficsyouneveraskedfor]

Carpe Noctem 14

Warnings: dark elements, noncon, age gap, gaslighting, manipulation, other dark elements. Proceed with caution. (short!reader)

Note: Please let me know what you think as it helps me a lot with ideas and I love interacting with you all.

Part of The Club AU

Lloyd eases you back against him. You feel awkward, naked, your back flush to his torso, in the large tub. There’s more than enough room for both of you but it’s crowded nonetheless. He drags his hand up your side and grazes the curve of your chest. You feel the twitch beneath you.

He nudges your head back to rest on his shoulder. The tension tapers away from his body as he reclines beneath you. He keeps his hand just below your chin as his other walks up and down your figure, from thigh, to hip, to waist, to tits. You can’t help but be on edge.

You grip the side of the tub, too nervous to let all your weight down on him. His breath rocks you subtly as he purrs with each breath. He’s getting harder for the minute and entirely unashamed of it. He dips a hand beneath the surface, lifting you slightly to let his dick pop up completely.

He lets you back down, his erection firmly against the small of your back. You try not to shudder. You’re not necessarily revolted, not by him, more disappointed in yourself. You feel your pelvis burning already. You’re too weak, you can’t take anymore.

His hand crawls over the top of your thigh as his other hand hooks under your arm. He gropes your tit, meanwhile his other hand finds its way to your vee. He taps on your tender flesh and you squeeze your legs together. It’s a poor show of resistance as he pokes between them and you splay open to his touch.

You whimper as he delves between your folds, his warmth revealing the cool slickness there. He tuts and bites the shell of your ear. He centers on your clit, spreading your lips with ring finger and index, as he roll his middle finger over your bud. He draws tight circles that quickly have you quiver.

You heave and clutch the porcelain tighter. He follows the line of your arm and unclasps your hand from the tub. He guides it up and over your head, nestling it against his own. You can’t help but grip him tightly, hips rocking under the water as you goad him on.

How does he do this to you? You don’t understand. You don’t love him, not like you do Johnny. He’s barely more than a stranger, yet that thought alone is enough to spark a spatter of heat through you. You close your eyes and tilt your head back, babbling and begging as Lloyd’s fingers dance frantically.

You clamp his hand between your thighs and buck, cumming with a splash of water as he chuckles. The pique is short lived and leaves you to your shameful afterglow. You forged the tugging need that drove your body over your mind and turn your head to dwell in regret.

What would Johnny think? Maybe he was right all along. You were loyal to him but look how quickly you became… this?

“Don’t think about him when you’re with me,” Lloyd warns as his hand trails down further and he curls his fingers inside you, “or I’ll have to make you forget.”

He moves his hand, pressing against your clit as he builds the pulsing pressure. You croak and tear your arm down to grip his wrist. It hardly deters him as he wiggles his hand faster and faster. You ache hotly around him, overworked but desperate once again for another release.

“The only thought you should be having about that cuck,” he growls against your head, “is how I’ve already fucked more orgasms out of you than he ever could.”

You gasp and spasm, his words driving your climax as much as his touch. You shake atop him, wrapped up in his hold and the pleasure he deals. Your eyes roll back and all you can think of is that moment and the blinding heat that overtakes your being.

👄

The path from the tub back to your bed is hazy. You only know that the maid must have taken the opportunity to intrude. The bed is made neatly and your belongings are in the corner with the basket of goodies. Lloyd sits you against the headboard and you pull a pillow between you and the hard frame.

Before he can pull away, you catch his wrist. He looks down at you with half a scowl, staring at how you clutch his wrist. You look at the bruises around his eye, the swelling in his nose, and the small split along the bridge. You frown.

“I’m sorry he did that to you,” you murmur.

He tugs but relents, turning to you completely with a crooked smirk, “Let me say the asshole isn’t so tough when his punching bag hits back. Trust me, he looks worse.” He gently slips his arm from your grasp, “always has but now he’s hideous as fuck.”

“Oh,” you swallow.

“Don’t take it to heart, babe, I’ve had worse–”

“Did you put ice on it? It’s starting to flare up–”

“Look, sugar tits, I’m fine–”

“Do you have witch hazel? Those bruises are only going to get darker–”

“Christ almighty, I’m fine. Why don’t you take a look in the mirror before you worry about my face?”

“But… I owe you,” you frown, “and it has to hurt.”

“The only thing you owe me is a good fuck once you’re back on your feet,” he scoffs, crossing his arms as the towel droops low on his hips, “I can take care of myself.”

“I’m not saying you can’t, but…”

“I’m not a baby.”

“I didn’t say that either. I just… want to help.”

His brows furrow and he huffs. He shakes his head and stomps away. He goes to the bag he hastily packed and takes out the lamp, setting it to the side as he searches the depths. He pulls out a long tee, the striped one you wear on your period.

He nears you again and drops it over your legs. You thank him but that alone makes his wince.

“Like I said, we fuck and we go on our way,” he backs up, “you should get your shit together. You got work tomorrow.”

He spins on his heel and swiftly leaves the room. You sit puzzled, groaning as you reach for the tee shirt. His sharp shift in demeanour reminds you of Johnny in some ways; one moment sweet as pie, the next cold and distant. Similar but not the same.

[pursuitseternal]

Hi! 13 - 19 Raphael x reader (if its still open)

thanks!💕

“Punishment:”

Raphael x f!Reader | Smut Ask Prompts

CW: BDSM, mean Mdom, bondage, suspension, orgasm denial, punishment, rough sex, possessive devil behavior

“Can you tell me what you did wrong, little mouse?”

The question hands heavy in the air, almost as heavy as you feel, suspended in silken tendrils of rope in his boudoir. Shadows lick at the corners of your vision, the burgundy, scarlet, and gold tints of his room seem darker as he extends his great, leathery wings for a moment. He purrs at you, tail twitching like a cat… like a predator, ready to pounce and devour his prey.

Hanging from his cage, bound for his pleasure, every one of your prey instincts makes your numb digits twitch and your body writhe.

You tremble, trying to catch the floor with more than the tips of your toes to take pressure off your aching shoulders. But whatever relief you find is minimal. Your struggle just makes the Devil’s laughter ring in your sensitive ears, the pain of your body heightening all your senses to their limits. “Master,” you whine, “I… only…”

Raphael’s fingers lift your chin, nails like daggers as he turns your face into his. Gods, you forget how much taller he is in this form, his wide wings fanning into the shadows, his horned head arching like a crown far above his stature. “I want no excuses, no tiring explanations. One word, one simple word for what you’ve done wrong, like the dumb slut you are.”

“Disobeyed,” you reply, shivers raking down your spine as his claws grip tighter, as his cherry red face cracks into a fanged smile.

His thick brow arches. “Ah, so the slut can follow orders. How refreshing,” he chuckles, releasing your chin. “Now, beg me for my forgiveness, for my magnanimous mercy,” he slips his searingly hot fingers inside your cunt, easing some of the quivering ache he’s let fester there for too long. “Where are your manners for your master?” he croons.

You fight for air, the ache of your arms lessens as pleasure roils in your belly. “P… Please…” you stammer, too quickly lost to the sensations of pure hellfire racing in your veins. Breathing rough in your parched throat, you arch your back, swaying from the ropes as your feet barely touch the ground. Closer and closer he drives you, burning fingers buried deep inside, making your very cunt boil. Fuck, it’s good…

Until he pulls his hand from you with a snarl. “Oh, naughty mouse, where are those pretty little apologies? If you stop, I’ll stop.”

The pathetic whimper from your lips makes him roll his shoulders and sway with sadistic joy, his long forked tongue licking your juices from his fingers one by one. “Well, don’t keep me waiting. I’m not known for my patience, after all.”

“I’m sorry,” you let the words fly from your lips, a melancholic chant, a pitiful refrain over and over again as he does nothing but suck his fiendish digits clean. “I’m sorry,” you keep repeating until the words mean next to nothing, until your body simply says them on its own, like your need to breathe.

“You made a fool of me,” he hisses, damp hand clawing around your neck and squeezing. You gasp and gag as his hand closes harder. “In front of clients, in front mortals so easily swayed… you decided to tout your own victories against the Brain. Think of all the souls I could have reaped as my reward for… deigning to give you aid.”

Your head pounds, stars and darkness clouding your vision. This is it, your end… not a tenday in his bed and you’re paying for it….

Air rushes into your lungs as he releases you, and your shoulders find relief as he picks your body up and instantly spears you on his long, ridged cock. You scream, the pressure of him deep inside you splits you apart, but it also grants you that antidote to the burning ache left smoldering for so long. Summoning the last dregs of your strength, you cling to the ropes around your arms, pulling yourself up as he pounds up into you. Claws dig into your ass, your weight cradled by his arms wrapped under your thighs.

“Mine… you’re all mine…” you hear his voice rumbling, a final tether to keep you bound to consciousness.

“Hmm?” You barely mutter through your lust drunk, blissed out stupor as your orgasm threatens to tear you apart.

“Say it,” Raphael hisses, nails drawing blood as he clutches tighter. “Say it!” He commands, no room or argument, no tolerance for disobedience.

You manage to raise your head, arms shaking as you keep a hold. Those black and yellow eyes bore into your soul, branding you as his forevermore. More than your arrogant, flagrant, foolish disobedience could challenge. Pleasure coils to bursting as he bottoms out inside you, your legs quaking as you shatter in a million broken prices for him. “Yours!” you scream. “I’m yours.”

His grunts deafen you, your body numb as you let go of the rope. As you hang limp, suspended for his use, he pummels you. The snap of his strong hips steadies, his breathing rough and rasping in your ear, his own climax so close. A few growls, a punishingly deep thrust, and he stills, flooding your insides with hot, scalding cum. “There now, mouse,” he pants, capturing your lips in a kiss so tender, you forget the numbing pain-pleasure that consumed you at his hands. “The pools await. Let’s get you presentable once more…”

A smile crosses your lips, your body settling in his arms, as you drift off asleep against the warm flush of his chest.

A/N: While I didn’t manage to get all the prompt lines in there, I weaseled several in for your enjoyment 😈

[behoright]

could you do a kids night blurb for brady skjei? 🥺

kids night with fiancé! brady

this is late SORRY but I mean who doesn't want this at any point. so. warnings: smut, smut, smut. breeding/ pregnancy kink n cursing lol

hahahhaha sooo

basically

you guys have been dating FOREVER

recently engaged tho

you had the most beautiful proposal

stuff from your dreams

brady is the sweetest man but honestly

he's wild in the bedroom

he likes sex to be really dirty and nasty most of the time

you guys are veeery private about it

usually no public sex or anything like that

because he likes to have his space and privacy to

literally say and do the nastiest shit to you

and not have to worry about it

he's very good at hiding his arousal in public

there's only been a couple times that you saw it affect him

he'll just play it cool until you get home

we will say this

brady loves the shit out of you

he is 100% sure you're the only one for him forever

the only reason he took a while to propose is

bc he wanted every. single. thing. to be perfect

he feels the same about your wedding

you plan to be engaged for a while and take it slow

take as long as you both need with the planning

he has very much big heart eyes for you

and yes

he does dream about seeing you pregnant or as a mom

he thought about it beforehand but

it took him by surprise when it SPIKED after the engagement

seeing that ring on your finger just does something to him

he dreams about the most domestic shit

coming home from a roadie and seeing you play with your kids

or in bed rubbing your belly

he's actually been dreaming about it

a lot

and he's very overwhelmed by it

every single night a new wholesome dream but it gives him a huge throbbing hard on

he hasn't said anything to you bc its just a phase and

lowkey scared of putting pressure on you

so he's shhh

but uh kids night rolls around

and seeing you mess around with the kids

or hold TWO babies at once

feed them a bottle oof

the fantasies plague him all day long

he's so disconnected and people notice

especially you

but he's "fine, all good. no worries."

he squirts a lil extra water in his face throughout the game bc

he legitimately cannot stop thinking about you so happy with those babies

what if one day you guys have twins

two baby boys that would look ju-

THE GAME FOCUS FOCUS

during the surge tbh

yes there's many kids around but

he knows where you sit in the crowd and he finds your gaze

looks at you ALL THROUGHOUT

does not break eye contact with you from the ice

everyone notices it

you squirm a lil in your seat sjkdfkjdc

he pins you to the wall as soon as you get home

his tongue deep in your mouth

while he grinds up into you

when he takes you to the bedroom he's still kissing you

you're lucky you don't stumble and fall over anything

as soon as he's pushing his leaking cock inside you

he knows he has to say something god damn it he can't hold it back anymore

and that's when it happens

"god, brady, I just kept thinking about you filling me up and getting me pregnant the whole day"

he's so taken back

his eyes, widen. pupils huge

and his whole face and chest get red and splotchy

it takes him 3 seconds to process what you said before he starts hammering into you

"oh, y/n, that's so fucking hot"

"yeah? is that okay? not weird?"

"fuck no. I've been dreaming about you, as my wife, as a mom and it's fucking driving me nuts, baby."

his head in the crook of your neck

he'd move his hands to grab and play with your tits

"I cant wait till these swell up for me too"

"you want a baby, yeah? you want it so bad, huh, baby?"

"I'm the luckiest man in the fucking world, fuck"

"you feel so good, inside, you're so hot for me, for my cum"

sweat dripping from his hair and forehead

eyes are squeezed shut bc

as soon as he makes eye contact with you as you cum

his cock starts twitching inside you

"oh, brady, are you close, baby? you want to cum, inside me? i love it when you fuck me without birth control baby, I love that you can feel how ready my body is for your cum. breed me, breed me, breed me."

he fucking LOSES IT

legs tense

they TWITCH

he fully bottoms out with his legs fully extended all of his weight onto your pelvis

and he sees stars

his eyelids fluttering he's never heard you talk like this usually its the other way around

he groans for a couple of minutes bc it lasts that long

when he comes back down to earth he just stares at you incredulous

"did you like that brady?"

"I'm so dizzy"

dfjdhakljfh he legitimately has to lie down and YOu have to clean him up this time

bc he's so sweaty and lightheaded

new kink unlocked and he might um

attempt to speed up the wedding a lil bit

just to get to the next chapter of your life teehee

[theharrowing]

😎 rules: post 3 snippets from published work, and 3 from your wips

thank you so much @eoieopda and @daechwitatamic for tagging me, i am obsessed with you both!!! no pressure tags: @sweetestofchaos @park-jimin-isnt-real @monvante @sabiekay @star-my @jessikahathaway @written-in-flowers @moonleeai @minisugakoobies @moccahobi @kithtaehyung & anyone else who might want to play! this is your tag!!! (if you dont have 3 fics or 3 wips that's ok! just post whatever!!!) as we all know, i have zero self control, so these snips are long! enjoyyyyyy!!!

3 Published:

Carnival of Terror

“Come one, come all!” a loud, deep, welcoming voice booms over the noise. “Welcome to Carnival Bizarre! The greatest show in the world!” When the other Kim brother you recognize from the posters – Namjoon – suddenly appears in the center of the ring in a burst of smoke, you feel surprised and a bit confused. The performers circle around him, and he holds his arms high, blood-red suit bright under the shine of the many spotlights. Although you cannot perfectly see him from this distance, you imagine that he is not only smiling, but that he is staring directly at you. A chill shimmies down your spine, and you want to look away, but you find that you cannot; your eyes are fixed on the magnanimous man in the swelling center of the encircling chaos.  Held in Namjoon’s hand is a cane, the top end of which is glowing bright like fire, and you watch as he twirls and points with it, following its path as the music crescendos, feeling a heavy weight in your chest that threatens to overwhelm, if only you could tear your eyes away and allow yourself to think clearly.  And then the music stops, and the lights shift off, save for a bright white spotlight that glows on Namjoon. He opens his empty hand, and something that looks like a burst of orange, glittering fire rises from his palm, shimmering in the air as it lifts up, up, up, to the top of the tent, so high above that you lose sight of it.  Vaguely, it feels as if tears are running from your eyes, staining your cheeks in warm streaks, but you cannot lift your hands to check, nor can you blink. You sit stunned and stiff as a board, staring up into the dark tent, waiting to be told where to look next. 

The Hooksborough Demon

cw: some light violence/gore

To explain the anger that occurs within this place, imagine there is a constant noise just in the periphery that you cannot find a solution to, and you cannot shut out. Like somewhere, in the corner of your mind, there is a faucet drip, drip, dripping, and it is slowly driving you crazy. You cannot think straight because it will not stop drip, drip, dripping, and you are becoming more and more frustrated, more and more confused, more and more agitated. Somewhere in the back of your mind, it is almost as if there is a voice whispering, “Kill him, kill him, kill him,” and you stand seething, seeing red, wanting nothing more than to reach out, wrap your fingers around his throat and squeeze, squeeze, squeeze the fucking life out of him. That is how I felt, looking at Yoongi while he told me there was meant to be nothing, that he had never seen a café kiosk in any of the floorplans, much less in the location where I thought it should be, nor the location where it is now. And Jimin, standing there with a Polaroid between his fingers. Jimin, who had his fingers on two photos but never set one of them down in front of me or on camera. I wanted to bash his head against the counter, watch as his skull cracks and his grey matter and blood seep out, painting the laminated wood of the countertop. Whatever this surge of anger was caused by within the walls of this building was swirling inside me, pouring from my mouth and eyes, and I wanted them both dead from my bare hands. And then it stopped. I blinked, and it was gone. As if a mist within me had dissipated, and my mind was clear.

Dollhouse

It always feels weird to wake up in someone else's body. The discombobulation of space and time, adjusting for hand-eye coordination in a new skinsuit with different length limbs and overall proportions, acclimating as quickly as possible to carry out the tasks at hand. But he always adjusts quickly because he is the best. Nobody is better than Jung Hoseok. This assignment is the same as any assignment: find the target and either confiscate or terminate. This time, he has to do both. It just so happens that the target individual is in possession of the target information, allowing Hoseok to kill two birds with one stone and get back into his own body by dinnertime. Easy peasy. "What do you see?" a female voice asks inside Hoseok's head. Hoseok glances around, blinking heavily, unaccustomed to wearing glasses. He appears to be in a bedroom, plain walls with mahogany paneling encasing him. "I'm in a bedroom. Sitting up now." "The target will be here shortly, mister Jung. Meet him in the study, two doors down and to the right." "Got it." When Hoseok sits up, he feels a little dizzy, holding the host's hands in front of him. They're paler, wrinklier, and thicker than his own. Hoseok closes and opens them, turning them around for a moment; he always stops to marvel at the small things.

3 WIPs:

Collateral

And then you run. Your feet are sweaty and they slide against the floor, but you push forward as fast as you can. Once at the door, you shove at it with all your strength, and when it flies open, revealing Yoongi and Namjoon standing close, muttering sweetly, you gasp; you were not expecting to find the two of them this easily.  Namjoon stands to the left, gently cradling Yoongi's chin with both hands, and Yoongi stares up at him, hands lifted to Namjoon's sides. Despite Namjoon's more casual attire, Yoongi is in his usual black button-up and black slacks.  You mutter, "Yoo—" and halt in place when he turns his attention to you, smile faltering as his one visible eye holds you in its gaze.  Although Yoongi's hair is down and wild, you can see the black eyepatch covering his other eye. Above the patch are little black stitches that rise up his forehead, and you worry you might faint once more.  "Darling," Yoongi says, dropping his arms from Namjoon's sides to fully face you.  Namjoon's hands only fall to Yoongi's shoulders, and the look he gives you is indiscernible and maybe even a little cold.  "I'm sorry," is all you can say as your right leg twitches in an attempt to continue forward, held back by the full-body weight of your fear.

Devil With the Mint Hair

“Hmm,” you respond, stepping close enough that he could reach out and touch you. “My safe word is Jimin.” Yoongi tongues the inside of his cheek, then sits back, placing his palms against the white comforter on the bed. “Really?”  You chuckle as you nod and say, “Yup.” “You’re going to scream Jimin’s name when you want me to slow down or stop?” “Correct.” Yoongi laughs, clearly amused, then he nods and says, “Alright. Works for me. Any other boundaries? Things you’re not into?” Truthfully, at this moment, there is nothing you can think of. So you shrug and say, “Nothing as of now…but I’ll tell you if I think of something.” “You’ll moan my hookup’s name if you change your mind,” Yoongi mutters with a smirk.  “Yup.” Yoongi rolls his shoulders and then sits up straight before slowly beginning to stand. You take a step back, feeling nervousness sink in over the fact that this is really happening, especially with the way Yoongi stands tall with his shoulders square and his expression flat.  “Repeat your safe word for me,” Yoongi commands.  “Jimin,” you respond, much softer than intended.  The corner of Yoongi’s mouth rises for a split second, then he squints as if he is disgusted by what he sees. Instinctively, you take another step back.  Yoongi is quick as a serpent, hand snapping up to grip onto your jaw and make you gasp – startling you.  “Where do you think you’re going?” he asks in a sharp snarl.  Although you move your lips, all you are able to mutter is vowels, unsure what to say.  “You’re mine, baby girl. You don’t so much as move unless I command it.”

Truth or Dare

Suddenly, you are eager to touch and taste him, uncertain whether you want to continue playing the game. Taehyung catches you staring and smirks, then he pats his legs and asks, "Truth or dare?" with his eyes on you. "Dare," you breathe softly as you get onto your hands and knees to turn and crawl back to his lap. He appears to have scooted a few inches away. "I dare you face me," Taehyung says, lifting a brow. "Straddle my lap." You continue to crawl and cage in Taehyung's legs with your hands and knees until you have nowhere more to go and sit, settling down on his lap. Even sitting up straight you are just slightly shorter than Taehyung, and being this close, you fight the urge once more to kiss him, licking your lips while gazing hungrily at his. When Taehyung mimics the motion, licking his lips in return, you lift your gaze to his, feeling shy.  "Don't worry, pretty," Taehyung teases softly as he wraps his arms around your waist, "I saw that. You want to kiss me so badly, don't you?" With a shrug, you respond, "I haven't picked truth, so who's to say?" "Cheeky," Taehyung mutters with a wide smile, then he nibbles on his lower lip, pulling your attention once more and making you wonder how he tastes.  "God, you should see them, hyung," Taehyung groans loudly enough for his voice to travel without taking his eyes off you. "They can't stop looking at my lips." You blink rapidly, attempting to pull yourself from the trance that Taehyung is clearly becoming a master at putting you under, and you turn to your boyfriend, who stares at you with wide, eager eyes.  "Truth or dare, babe?" "Truth." "What are you imagining, right now?" Hoseok chuckles and shakes his head. "So many things," he mutters.  "Elaborate," you urge.

someone please hold a gun to my head and force me to finish Truth or Dare lolol.

[justsomekpopstuff]

Get to know me!

Thank you for the tag @irlkpop !

Do you make your bed: Yeah, its part of my "I need routine to keep my sanity" Routine - I know I don't HAVE to but it feels weird if I don't now

What's your favourite number: 2, 3, and 5 are my lucky numbers, so I guess those?

What is your job: I am an Associate Marriage and Family Therapist, working to be a licensed therapist! I work in private practice right now, and I have some cool specializations that I'm working towards!

If you could go back to school would you: I might end up doing that in the future to get my doctorate. Just one of the many options I'm considering once I have my license!

Can you parallel park: Definitely not. Not even a little.

A job you had that would surprise people?: I worked at the YMCA before going off to grad school?

Do you think aliens are real: Yeah I do! There's so much we don't know about space, so its definitely a possibility!

Can you drive a manual car: Absolutely not

What's your guilty pleasure: peanut butter M&Ms and Josh Groban's entire discography...does that count?

Tattoos: Yep! I have five total, but plan to get more. One on each ankle, a quote/saying on each arm, and then a heart with my grandparent's initials. I would talk about them more, but we do NOT have enough time.

Favorite color: I love teal, maroon (like a red wine color), and black

Favorite type of music: oh god I don't know if I can answer this, I listen to so much...anything from the 80s, kpop, musical theater, whatever the fuck Hozier makes...I listen to A LOT

Do you like puzzles: YES! I absolutely love them! I have a ton and I work on them regularly!

Any phobias: spiders for sure, heights is a close second

Favorite childhood sport: Baseball and soccer (specifically women's soccer, I really couldn't care less about the men's game...sue me). I didn't get into hockey until later!

Do you talk to yourself: sure do. Gotta talk myself through things sometimes, it happens.

What movie(s) do you adore: another hard question to answer...The Mummy (1999), Pride and Prejudice (2005), Inside Out, The Lord of the Rings trilogy, and SO many more!

Coffee or tea: coffee, 1000%. I can do tea every now and again, but I gotta have my morning cup of coffee to feel like a functional human being

First thing you wanted to be growing up: ironically the first thing I remember wanting to be was also a veterinarian

I now tag (NO PRESSURE): @vcrnons @welcometomyoasis @daydreamingyuta and anyone else who wants to!

[ladventures19]

August

Freaking out -the wrecks

I’m not really sure what happened. Under the stress of it all I keep finding new ways to keep quiet. I’ve been quiet inside and out for a really very long time now.  I’m not the jarringly loud student anymore. I’m not the present and satiated person I know I once was.

I hope that one day I’ll be just loud enough. Just right and just wrong. Balanced. I’d wish that my conscience wouldn't tell me I’m creating problems to distract myself from reality; Munchhausen- Maybe I could learn to listen when all my alarm bells are ringing.                                                                              

I don't really remember when I started thinking that key phrase,

“Something is wrong with me”

Something has always been wrong with me. Complaining constantly and I think that maybe people just got tired of hearing me complain; that I’m tired or I’m in pain. That I can’t think, I can't sleep- I don't dream. And sometimes I prefer the pain of my sore eyes before I go to bed because the rest after an emotional comedown feels more complete. You don't fuck around with a girl who just wants to feel something. Well worse, many want to.

Just as a volcano rumbling on the brink of eruption, pressure must eventually break its limit. So I imagine that if you don't speak for years, it comes out all at once.  

I’m not sure that I’m the same person every day. And I’ve come to know myself as unpredictable. What do you do when you can’t trust yourself?

As positive as I can be, I take all negativity in stride. Look how strong I’m getting. I love feeling nothing and everything. Under-stimulated and overwhelmed. Chaotic. Powerful. The very nature of chaos makes it randomized. In the end, the duality of infinite good and bad only defines chaos as predictable and destructive, chaos restores natural wealth.

Maybe that's why I have to write again. Drunk. At 3:03 am on a Thursday morning.

So I can control the chaos a little. Maybe to keep it from consuming me any longer. I’ve more or less completed a small goal and now I struggle to report more. I wanted to be happy, my new medication fixed that. But honestly, I’m losing it a little.

I wanted to stop living with my parents and be financially independent, maybe save up for things I’d like. And while I pay very little on the rent of my room in an apartment that I share with two people, I still help my parents with the bills and rely on them for rides to work. I wanted a car that could take me far away and I do have one, the old family car. I hate almost every memory in that car. But it's mine now. Unregistered, uninsured and I remain unlicensed. But if I really wanted to, that car could take me anywhere. Anywhere at all. Impulsively, I have half the mind to drive off somewhere now but I know better.

I wanted money and recognition of hard work and I'm currently training for my promotion. I wanted my family in my life and now I've reconnected.

I wanted to party and be adored. Now I have good friends and a good life.

I must have the key to the universe in my heart because after realizing that i didn't want to die, i took some of the opportunities that came my way and somehow ended up with a little bit of everything i had ever dreamed of. Just enough hope to push forward to each fleeting moment. The only problem is that I’m truly not used to dreaming bigger than sex, money and love.

For now I've decided that I'll let each moment matter and trust that me being my best person will continue encouraging the understanding of flaws. Maybe I'll open my heart. Maybe I'll stop joking and open my heart.

Aand maybe I'll go to bed now because it's 3.37 am. I’ll keep trying so that maybe someone else who's trying can find me. Maybe then, we could just try together.  

[phoenix-before-the-flame]

Me- *actually chill for once, vibing. Has had a string of good days in recent weeks*

Random medical issue-

[genshingarbage]

Neck Bites/Kisses From The Boys || Headcannons ||

This is all fueled with my need to make Mod Kaeya squirm, she has a thing for neck bites/kisses so this is why this post now exists lmao. Enjoy the boys claiming you to themselves~ fyi this isn't exactly smut or fluff so like... I dunno... its just random at this point - Mod Diluc

Mod Diluc's really mean to me guys :( - Mod Kaeya

Kaeya

He will just do it randomly.

No reason other than he has looked at you and decided; "yea i wanna do that now."

He loves you and finds everything about you attractive down to the last small detail, so he has to make sure he makes everyone aware you are his.

Yes that is how he sees it 100%. Claiming you as his.

Its almost just a pure predatory action that erupts from inside him.

He will often kiss your neck gently and slowly, planting them like small gifts against your skin.

He likes to make you feel relaxed and more easy to 'dominate' so when he does strike you'll show little retaliation.

Gentle nips with added licks of his tongue to persuade amusing reactions from you.

Before sinking his teeth in and sucking at your skin roughly, he will add pressure because you know he wants to brag about this.

He cannot have disappointing neck bites for a result when he brags about how you're his.

He will not be happy but will understand if you hide your neck when leaving your house into public.

If he sees you leaving the house with a scarf on he will chuckle to himself with a massive smirk plastered across his face.

Nonstop teasing will ensue btw.

"A scarf in summer? Are you feeling okay Y/N?"

He will relish in the fact you're embarrassed over it and trying to act so calm around him.

However if you do decide to show it off it'll fill him with uncontrollable joy.

He will be smiling all day and keeping you by his side with the most smug and content face you've ever seen him have.

Either way he is gonna still love you and plan to keep marking you as his in the future.

Childe

You are his.

End of. You are just his.

Whether you agree or not he is going to leave a very sizable and noticeable hickey.

If you even attempt to refuse he will just laugh in his playful way while holding your hands above your head.

You are not escaping this.

He will bite down hard on purpose to just to hear you squeal and feel you squirm under his weight.

You are truly stunning to him and you drive him up the wall with how sexy you are, so he would be insane to not claim you immediately.

He definitely sees this as a territorial thing, almost a battle actually.

Sinking his teeth into your neck means he wins the fight however- and is made victorious by the fact you are now his and everyone is very much aware of this matter now.

You will NOT be allowed to hide it, at all. No, absolutely not.

You are his and everyone needs to know this as clearly as possible.

Wearing a scarf? He will pull it off.

Turtleneck? He will just tear the top of it completely off while giggling manically.

He won't brag per say but he will hold you to his hip with his arm round your hip, you are glued to him at this point.

He is allowed to be clingy and possessive now that you are officially his.

A dumb goofy grin plastered across his lips all day and everyday to come- as long as the hickey is still prominent.

The moment his mark starts to fade from your skin you can bet your life his mood will change and he will become like a tantrum child.

Eventually he will snap and just do it all over again- but if you mention it to him first and expose your neck to him he will in fact go buy a ring to propose to you later that day.

Its been made official, you are going to be his FOREVER.

Xiao

He's doing this for you. Be grateful.

Whose gonna fuck with you when you've been claimed by him?

It'll give him peace at mind to know your weak self is safe when he's not there to physically protect you.

It's one of the few ways to show and express he does actually care for you a great deal.

It's because he loves you but he'll never admit that. Not right now anyway.

He will keep it to himself that he also enjoys seeing you claimed by him. Despite being so weak and feeble he still wants you as his alone.

He doesn't know how to be smooth about doing it however.

He'll probably just hold you down and bite right in, probably mistake your cry of shocked pain as surprising pleasure.

But he'll mutter in a short breathy take; "Mine."

You know yourself your heart will flutter at that as you've got the angry adeptus now crazy enough about you that he needs to mark you.

The hickey will be very big and visible and probably hurt for a few days after still.

Slight stinging or aching because ya know, he used his demi god like power to just claim you.

But don't expect much sympathy from him, you wanna be with him then deal with the consequences honey.

He won't bother thinking about having to remark you however since he used enough strength and power to keep you marked for months.

However when he does clock onto the fact his hickey has faded from your neck he's gonna grow infuriated with the fact you haven't told him.

Are you trying to avoid being protected? Do you think you're allowed to go around without a trace of him on you? No.

"How are the other pathetic mortals suppose to know you're mine. Remind me next time understood? Tsk."

Albedo

He's not sure why he wants to do it, he doesn't often care for the physical aspects of a relationship.

But he wants to do it with you for some reason, it may even be because he knows you like it secretly.

He does seek to please everyone and you're no exception.

He'll do it very awkwardly at first- because he's so out of touch with being intimate.

Kissing your neck gently and softly running his hands up and down your body.

You'll be right in the thick of that warm fuzzy feeling of being close and intimate with him-

And then he just blurts out "Do I bite your neck now? Is that something you want?"

Completely destroys the mood- poor boy doesn't understand, forgive him.

You'll probably try stop it there but that will just spur him on so he'll end up suddenly sinking his teeth in anyway.

It'll feel good I can assure you that. Despite being so inexperienced with most intimate things he'll somehow manage to make it feel pleasurable.

Deep down he'll actually feel very happy that's he's been allowed to mark you as his. He's not a very primal type of guy. But he knows what this action means.

So when he sees you throughout the day he can't help but crack a small smile at the sight of his small dark hickey planted on your neck.

A sense of pride for some reason- being a man of science he'll back up this feeling with logical explanations.

He'll keep redoing it too when it starts to fade because he'll oddly start to enjoy doing it as well as seeing the reactions of other people when they see.

I think you just gave him another kink. Congratulations.

Zhongli

He'll find this very inappropriate.

Trying to be a gentleman an all- biting and marking you at the neck doesn't seem very sensible.

However he will have an inner voice urging him to comply with little restraint.

Deep down he's gonna be so thrilled you bought up the idea- and he's gonna also realise how much he actually wants to do it.

The bite will sting, mostly because he's probably unaware of just how strong he actually is compared to a mortal.

If he applies to much pressure and hears you let a sound of discomfort out he'll pull away and apologise.

He'll probably be a bit hesitant to try again- but if you keep pushing and asking he'll give into his inner voice again soon enough.

Doing it a lot more better next time around- kissing and licking along your neck slowly before planting the 'eternal kiss' as he likes to call it.

The hickey will be dark and big, very noticeable basically. It'll look more painful than it actually was- it was actually really pleasurable for the both of you.

Unbridled pride ensue afterwards however.

You'll see him have more of an upbeat attitude for the next few months.

If people notice and question he'll simply chuckle off the questioning to you.

Answering for you with sentences like "Well that's hardly any of your business good sir."

And when the time comes where the mark starts to fade he'll get an irritated itch scratching in his mind.

Till eventually you'll just hear him one day when you're both alone together just shyly say;

"Y/N. Do you... mind if I claim you again? The mark is fading and I'm ashamed to say but I can't stop wanting to put it back."

Venti

Hes too wholesome.

He'll probably be thinking about doing this like this to you alot. But he'll never voice them out to you.

YOU will have to be the one who asks him to do it.

He'll feel his heart flutter when you do and probably blush hard in response.

A stuttering and stumbling mess- he'll look so adorable it'll become too much to cope with at some points.

He'll be more than happy to comply however. Very excitedly getting closer to you and getting a bit carried away.

Planting quick soft kisses along your neck while muttering honey covered compliments to you.

Before swallowing down and then hyping himself up slightly inside before biting down on your skin.

Surprisingly nice feeling straight off.

Considering its his first time doing something like this, he's more than just good at it.

You'll be more than willing to show off the hickey your sweet anemo archon has given you.

He'll be blushing more than you will if people question its sudden appearance and whereabouts.

Giggling and chuckling and just planting a soft kiss on his cheek to soften his nerves and embarrassment.

Give him time to get use to doing something like this, it's all new to him.

However once he does get over his initial embarrassment he'll become rather... different.

He'll start biting you more often before the old hickeys even begin to fade. Eventually you'll be painted in hickeys all over your neck.

He's gonna get too into it. But his new found likeness in claiming you has awoken something in him and he wants to do it more and more. Becoming more dominant and daring.

You've possibly planted a seed of a growing beast now. Too late to back out however. Goodluck.

Diluc

He doesn't wanna do it at first, at all.

He thinks it's slightly wrong of him to impose on you in such a way.

He doesn't think it's right because he'll find it like an attempt to own you which he doesn't wanna do.

He wants you to himself of course but he wants to make sure you're comfortable and have your own say.

However if you do ask him nice enough and beg with just the right amount of puppy eyes and pouty lip he'll eventually waver and give in.

Hes very smooth and straight to the point.

He'll hold you against him with a strong warm embrace while kissing against your neck.

His hot lips pressing against your skin before saying "You wanted this. So don't kick a fuss later."

And with that he'll sink his teeth in. It'll hurt a little but the sting will mix with the sensation of pleasure and just become enjoyable.

He'll suck on the skin somewhat a little roughly and make sure the mark is big and noticeable.

Mostly because he'll get carried away. Having finally been able to dive into his own urges a little there himself.

Faint blushes will ensue the next time you're out and you've chosen to not hide the mark.

People staring and muttering while you're beside him and his hickey on your neck is on full display.

Embarrassment will grip hold of him a lot but eventually he'll begin to feel happy inside.

You were wanting of this and that's all that matters.

He's been able to claim you and your beautiful body to himself- with your entire consent. Nothing could be better.

He'll be too busy to notice it fading however.

So if you want him to do it again you'll have to remind him, which he'll just smile too and beckon you over to do so again.

However on the odd moments where he's speaking with you and does glance to your neck to see the mark is fading he'll not think twice about just suddenly mentioning it to you.

"Y/N. Come here, the mark is fading. I need to do it again. I don't want people to forget who you belong to now."

What happened to that attitude before about not wanting to own someone Diluc? Mhm.

Note to you lot, this post was a draft looooong before we added Kazuha to the list; so I am sorry for anyone who wanted to see Kazuha here but it just wasn't made at that time and this was a small back up post I made months ago. - Mod Diluc

[weaselbrownie]

Can I request a draco smut with overstim and possibly squirting?? I'm a whore for that LOL. Thxx 💞💞

warning : smut

a/n : should i host a sleepover lol?

MASTERLIST

"You’ve got somethin to say?"

Draco hissed as he ruts into your overused cunt. Tonight he's a bit frustrated, having to lose to Gryffindor once again, he's taking his anger out on you– not that you mind. He's gotten you to cum three times already and you could already feel yourself slipping.

Your muscles ached as he gripped your calf– hoisting it up to his shoulder to get a better angle. You opened your mouth to speak but your body betrayed you, a whine falls out of you as your back arched– your high just around the corner.

"Yeah, I thought so... Enjoying yourself hm?" Draco proceeded to pound into you as his mouth lingers on the side of your jugular, sucking colorful hues into you that will unquestionably show tomorrow. His lips continued to travel down your body, stopping on your chest to catch your left breast in his mouth, sucking and slightly biting the hard bud– jolting electricity within your body.

"Drac– O-Oh fuck yes" You threw your head back– eyes shut as you found it hard to speak with the amount of pleasure you are receiving. Without having to see what's happening you could feel Draco's wet lips letting go of your nipple followed by the rough pad of his palm grabbing onto your jaw, shifting your attention to him.

"Watch that mouth or I'll stuff my cock down your throat again" His movement stops, your eyes jolting open to meet his eyes piercing into yours to make up his point,  "Do I make myself clear?" He asked again through gritted teeth, the grip he had on your jaw tightens, slightly squishing your cheeks upwards. You gradually nod your head not wanting to upset him. "Good" His voice sharp before moving his hips again, his pelvic bone hitting you just right, rocking your whole body again.

It didn't take long for the euphoric feeling stacked at the bottom of your stomach to come back, your toes curling, and your muscles tightening. Your body is numb yet you can feel Draco's hand slithering down the side of your body, the sensation lightly ticking you before his hand rests upon your clit, bringing his thumb to rub circles over the sensitive nub, dragging one loud whine out of you.

"C'mon angel you're right there" He encouraged as he started pounding into you again, the feeling of the veins on his cock rubbing against your tight walls and his rough thumb circling your clit was simply too much. Your hand found its way home to Draco's shoulder, sinking your nails onto him– leaving your marks as your high approaches you. "Let it go... I'm right behind you" His breath raspy as he dips his head down to the nip of your neck, his lips lingering on your clammy skin.

Your eyes rolled to the back of your head and your mouth formed an o yet no sound came out, arching your back as you hooked your arm around Draco's neck to keep him in place– his thrusts starting to become uneven. Draco's fingers didn't stop moving, helping you ride out your high until you eventually become too sensitive. He gave you one last powerful thrust before staying still, emptying himself into you.

You could feel it as thick ropes of cum started to fill you up. The sensation of his fingers on your overstimulated clit and his member twitching every once in a while made you whimper his name. Draco started to leave small nips of kisses down the side of your face, drawing himself up before pulling out of you.

Your chest heaved up and down as the feeling of his warm cum slowly leaked out of your overused cunt and onto the emerald sheets below. You started to get dizzy from the lack of oxygen– closing your eyes to take a breath as you saw stars gliding across the closed lids of your eyes.

Just as you thought you were finished you felt his lingering touch on the inside of your thigh, guiding you to open your legs again as he settles in between them. "Dray n-no" You muttered as your hand roamed the sheets in search of his.

"C'mon, why don't we try to pull one more out of you... you wanna be my good girl, no?" He murmured into your thigh, leaving kisses up until he was met with your cunt. "Look at this... so beautiful hm?" His fingers tracing around the outer lips of your cunt, gathering all the leaking juices and shoving them back into your warm hole.

"N-Nooo I wanna shower... " A whine slipped past your swollen lips, your fingers wrapping around his hand to stop him. You could see Draco's head lift up from the space between your open legs– delivering soft kisses on the inside of your thigh.

"You wanna use the safeword?" His head resting on your thigh, waiting for an answer. You bit your lip and tightened the grip you have on his hand before slowly opening your mouth to speak.

"I mean– N-No it's jus–"

"Then don't interrupt me" Draco dives back into you before delivering a harsh slap on your clit. Your body jolted up as you slightly closed your legs just for him to open them again. "That's what you get, hm" He hums as he entered his middle finger into you– slipping in so easily as the juices leaked out of you, making you squirm under his touch.

Draco lets you hold his left hand as his right started thrusting into you at a rapid speed. Since he didn't give you time to cool down another orgasm was fast approaching, stronger than the last one– you squirmed under him, lifting your hips to try to get away from his strong grip. "Stay still, won't you," He slipped another finger, in which your cunt gladly accepted with ease, swallowing his fingers greedily.

The once silent room is now filled with the sounds of his fingers driving itself into you and the soft mumbles of his name escaping your lips. You knew it wouldn't be long before you reach your high again– the fifth one of the night.

"You like my fingers?... Hm, tell me how you feel angel" His soft voice luring in the air as you gathered yourself to answer a simple question he asked. You nod your head and squeezed his hand but he didn't take it. "No, none of that c'mon... use your voice" He tuts, purposely slowing down his fingers just when it felt good.

"G-Good... So g-good Draco– I like y-your fingers" Your voice slurring– feeling his cold tongue on your clit, tracing shapes as his fingers thrust at a much faster pace. Your free hand went to roam his scalp, gripping his blond locks as you grinded yourself onto him which you know he loves.

"So close aren't you..." He mumbled as his tongue began lapping at your sopping cunt. He didn't need an answer to know that you were, the grip you had on both his hand and hair is tight, your back arched off the mattress and your toes curling– whining his name as you shut your eyes. "...there we go, so good f'me yeah?" His voice vibrated through your body, adding an insane amount of pressure on your oversensitive cunt. “Cum for me angel,”

For a moment everything went dark, all you felt was the adrenaline rushing through your veins and Draco's voice– far far away. The ringing in your ear surfaces for a split second before everything came rushing down. You felt him again, his tongue and his fingers helping you ride out your high. Your breath started to become heavy again as you felt Draco slowed down his movements, coming to a stop and giving your sensitive clit a kiss before getting up.

You didn't notice it at first as your vision was still blurry but Draco's face was wet, wetter than it should've been– then it hits you "Shit!... I'm so sorry did I do that?" Panic lacing in your voice as you tried to get up just to be pushed down by Draco again.

"Hey hey hey, slow down... Why are you sorry?" He asked as he leaned to the side to grab a towel, wiping his face before placing the towel on your cunt. Your face heats up as the embarrassment starts to take over you, letting go of his hand to hide your face in your own. You could hear him chuckle from the other side before he gently removed the hand covering your face.

"Angel, I really don't know what to tell you, but that was the hottest thing I've ever witnessed... don't start apologizing cause this is definitely not the last time I'm gonna make you do that," He said, affirming you before bringing your palm to his lips, leaving a kiss on each.

"Y-You're not mad?" You asked, unsure and scared for his answer.

"No of course not...You did so good, always so good f'me" His hand taking yours to place them on the back of his neck. Your fingers trembling as you played with the hair on his neck.

"Now let's get you that shower you wanted, yeah?"

TAGLIST : @microwavedhampster @whenuwereyoung @o-rion-sta-r @willowmores @youreso-golden @mzmalice3 @desiredmalfoy @hyuckiesgf @yiamalfoy @acciodignity

[ser-rctslcyer]

Hunger || Steven Grant + Rydal Keener

Pairing: Rydal Keener x AFAB! Gender-neutral! Reader

Word Count: 700+

Synopsis: Returning from a night out only leads to one thing.

Warnings: NSFW, Polyamory, Coded Language (clit & cunt), Light Boob Worship, Breeding

A/N: this was suppose to be an ask for  @mccnknightstcrdst  but i lost my fucking mind

The door was shut just as fast as it was opened; locked and left creaking against the frame as your body was pressed into it. Steven’s lips fit snug against your own, stealing the very breaths away from your lungs and filling them with a burning desire. Rydal’s hands worked quickly over the button of your shirt, warm hands kneading the soft flesh of your hips for a moment, before freeing you— you shake as the cool are from the flat hardens your nipples.

A hand snakes its way into your pants, fingers brushing and rubbing over your folds; tingling shooting through you as you felt his ring enter your core— finger curling inside of you. Moans leave you, devoured by Steven’s own as he cups your breast; his thumb rolling the pebbled buds as he licked the inside of your mouth. It was silent other than the soft needy panting between you all and you relax into the door as your lovers get you off.

Its not for long before your being whisked away, tucked between the two of them as their lips find purchase on every inch of skin they can reach. Hands wander and knead, drawing whines out if you as you cling to keep yourself steady. Your moment of reprieve is only when their lips find each other and they share a lustful kiss.

They pull away from you briefly, getting you out of your bottoms and shoes quickly, leaving you exposed for the both of them. Steven cups your cunt, peppering you jaw in kisses while Rydal’s fingers work you clit, nipping at your ear. You wobble and their grip tightens before they exchange a knowing look.

Steven moves behind you and Rydal moves upfront, holding you upright as the curator’s hands finally leave your body. You hear him struggle to undo his pants, too eager to pull his cock— quiet curses echoing from behind you as he finally gets a hand on himself. A few strokes and his hand is already back on your hip, and in one swift motion he pushes his cock all the way inside of you, knocking the air out if you.

Whimpers leave the both if you as you adjust, clamped around his cock like you want to keep him there. The boys keep you in places from moving, driving your brain into deeper pleasure as you feel the pressure in your lower stomach where he’s buried inside. After a while, his hand trials over your stomach, pressing against the small bulge as he grinds his hips— back and forth.

Back and forth.

Back and forth.

Before pulling himself out nearly all the way and shoving himself all the way in. The sudden thrust makes you cry out as Steven begins rhythmically slamming his dick into you with such precision your toes curl. He moans against your neck, soft whines of “moonlight” and “love” leaving his lips; his other hand  finds your chest again, squeezing, and letting more whines free from your mouth.

  Blurry-eyed you look back to Rydal, who watches, licking over his lips before falling to you knees. You can barely make it out but you see him, pumping his cock, eyes glued to Steven fuck your sloppy wet hole. He notices your gaze, winking teasingly before leaning in and placing his mouth over your cunt— tongue flicking over your clit. The whine gets caught in your throat as he times his lapping with Steven’s thrusts, pleasured shiver wracking over your body and your stuck.

  Stuck with this overwhelming sensation growing in your belly. With every flick and press of his tongue, with ever sharp thrust and squeeze of your tit, the soft wet smacking sound that echoes between you three— its damn right intoxicating.

The fire in your belly boils, dam breaking as you cum so hard you see white. Relishing in the cries into your neck as Steven buries himself inside of you; hand pressed firmly against your stomach as he fills you cunt up. Both of you are panting as Rydal licks you through the aftershocks until you begin to squirm. He stands, licking his own wet lips and placing his own cum covered fingers into your mouth for you to clean.

Once you’re done he kisses you, groaning at the taste of himself— and then Steven captures your lips, licking the rest from your mouth. Worn looks are on all of your faces and yet desire still lingers in your eyes.

  Minutes of needy kisses pass and it is decided— there’s still a bed to ruin.

[ohbuckie]

FLUORESCENT ADOLESCENT II

college!bucky x fem!reader (first part isn’t a necessary read prior to this one) summary: bucky fucks you in the back of his car at a drive-in. warnings: smut, semi public sex, implication that reader has hair long enough to pull word count: 2k masterlist

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Your hand is on Bucky’s thigh.

It’s customary for the boyfriend’s right hand to be on the girlfriend’s left thigh, but his only real hand is occupied by the steering wheel, and he can’t hold the wheel with only his prosthetic. So, you fill the role, fingers tapping against the inside of his muscular right leg.

He looks pretty when he drives—with his arm outstretched to display his sculpted muscles. His hair is fluffy and shiny and soft, and his lips confidently mouth the lyrics to the songs that play through the car. He was wearing sunglasses before the sun disappeared below the horizon, and they’re now atop his head, holding his hair away from his forehead, with the exception of a stubborn strand that dangles between his eyebrows.

You stare down at Bucky’s phone, held by your free hand, adding music to his Spotify queue. Just enough to bring you to where you’re going. “How much longer?”

He shrugs. “I don’t know. Maybe ten minutes.”

It takes twelve.

He pulls the car between two posts in the very center of the dirt lot, parking it and unlocking the doors so that you can hop out. While he sits in the front and tunes the radio to the channel indicated on the slip of paper that the teenage girl at the front booth gave you, you spread out the plush blankets and soft pillows, making the trunk—and backseat, with all of the seats down—mostly habitable, at least for a few hours. Pillows are pushed against the backs of the front seats, a small blanket covering the area beneath you, leaving the comforter that he brought from his bed against the side to be put over your laps once you’re both ready to sit.

It’s already dark, and the cold air bites at your nose, nips at your fingertips. Bucky turns the headlights off and climbs over the center console, laying over the setup you’ve created. You lift yourself into the trunk, kicking off your shoes onto the ground beside the car, settling beside him. He looks at his phone for the time, and announces that the movie won’t start for another ten minutes.

He says it with a suggestive smirk and a hand on your waist, and you roll your eyes playfully just before he captures your lips with his. You lay on your back with your arms around his neck as he hovers over you, leaning on one elbow and using his other arm to hold you close to himself. Your fingers twirl around the thick hair at the back of his head, dark brown and intentionally unkempt.

“I’m not doing this during the movie, you know.” You breathe against him, and he pulls away.

“Why not?”

“We paid thirty dollars to get in here. We can shove our tongues down each others’ throats at home.”

“Then we should probably get it all out now.” He doesn’t wait for a response before kissing you again, hand slowly trailing down your back to grab your ass. The old-timey drive-in commercials play in the background of the hot, wet kisses that he delivers to your mouth, and your jaw, and your throat. He sucks a mark into the side of your neck, most definitely too high to cover with the collars on any of the shirts that you own.

The screen goes black suddenly and the opening sequence starts; a rumbling storm, birds chirping, Echo and the Bunnymen. He sighs, pecking your lips a last time and letting you shift to get more comfortable. For you, that means pushing your back against his chest and pulling the thick blanket over the two of you, putting your hand over his, which rests on your waist.

“All good?”

“Mm-hmm.” You put your arm under your head for a better angle of the big screen. He kisses the crown of your head sweetly.

It doesn’t take long for him to start fidgeting with the hem of your hoodie. He pulls at the fabric, twists it, inches his fingers beneath it. You squirm in response to his cold touch, and feel him smile against your shoulder, soon finding your neck with his lips.

His fingers trail down your stomach and nestle underneath the waistband of your sweatpants—his sweatpants, actually—stopping to ask for permission.

You nod, but he makes a gentle demand. “Words, sweetheart.” “Do whatever you want.” You say softly, almost shyly.

His hand slides down your pants, teasing you over your panties. He presses his middle finger against your core, making you grind against him for more friction. With pressure on your clothed clit, he kisses down your neck, leaving goosebumps in his wake. His lips are dry from the chilly air, but his kisses are delicate.

He removes his hand and taps your lower lip with two of his thick fingers. You take them in your mouth, tongue slithering around them, coating them with saliva to help him out. They nearly touch the back of your throat when your lips reach the knuckle, and you pull off slowly when they’ve been properly lubricated.

He pushes his hand down the front of your underwear, finally making contact with your skin. His fingers are warm now, from being between your legs as well as in your mouth, and you’re grateful not to be shivering anymore. He rolls your clit between his fingers, moving down to your entrance to spread around your wetness, which is already abundant.

You inhale sharply when a fingertip probes you, slipping in carefully and letting you accommodate. “Bucky.”

“Gotta be quiet.” He reminds you, mouth against the shell of your ear.

“I know.” You squeak.

“Shut up, then.”

The words go straight to your center, making you tighten around him and swallow hard. He gives a couple of slow pumps. “Another?”

“Mm-hmm.” You whine, and he takes his hand out for a moment, pulling it from your pants. He shoves it in again, down the back this time, and stretches you around two of his fingers. You bring your hand to your mouth, biting on your sleeve to keep quiet. “Fuck.”

He moves his hand with purpose—which is, of course, to make you cum—while the giant screen in front of you plays a movie you’ve both seen before. You can hear the words in your head before the actors even say them: Oh, please, tell me, Elizabeth, how exactly does one suck a fuck? You want me to tell you? Please, tell me.

It takes your mind off of the fingers breaching your entrance; helps you last at least a little bit longer. He pushes and pulls, twists and curls, while you writhe beside him, trying desperately not to make any noise.

It makes an obscene noise—a wet slurp that serves as evidence of how quickly he can drive you crazy. “You’re so fucking wet.” He mutters against your cheek.

You swallow a moan, whining somewhat loudly. “Bucky.”

“Yeah?”

“Please fuck me.”

“You don’t wanna cum first?”

You shake your head. “I need you.”

He pulls his fingers out slowly, making sure you’re looking behind your shoulder at him when he sucks your taste off of them, releasing them from his mouth with a pop. He gets up on his knees, reaching to close the trunk for at least a little bit of privacy.

He tells you to get on your stomach in front of him, and he shoves a pillow beneath your pelvis to prop your hips up. With two hands, he yanks your pants and underwear down and over your ass, exposing you to him. You point your ass upwards, giving him a view of your wetness.

You hear rustling, and assume it’s him shoving his pants down his thighs. A crinkle and a rip alert you to the opening of a condom.

“You seriously had a condom in your pocket this whole time?”

“Of course I did.”

“You’re such a tool.”

“Yup.”

He spreads your ass and spits on your pussy, putting his painfully hard cock against your entrance. He pushes into you, bottoming out quickly and holding onto the driver’s seat for leverage.

“Fuck.” He whispers.

“Shit, Buck.”

He pulls his hips back, far enough so the head of his cock threatens to slip out, before slamming forward again. You slap a hand over your own mouth, feeling him find his rhythm.

It’s safe to assume that everyone around you knows what you’re doing. With the trunk closed and the inside lights off, they can’t see anything, but the SUV wobbles on its suspension in the loose dirt and alerts everyone of your activities. You try to keep quiet, because nobody needs further confirmation that you’re being had in the trunk.

This position makes it easier for him to hit all the right spots—more specifically, the one deep inside of you that makes your legs shake and your toes curl. The stretch you feel with every thrust stings only a little bit, but doesn’t hurt. You always need a minute to get used to him, anyway.

You moan quietly, lips sealed, and arch your back so that you’re pushing back into him.

“You’re so tight like this.” He says, and rests his metal hand on your lower back.

“Bucky-y.” You whine, unable to conceptualize any other words.

“Lift up your hips up for me.” He requests. “On your knees.”

You do as he asks, bracing your hands on the floor in front of you when you rise to your knees. He puts a foot up to balance himself after he removes his hand from the seat and grabs hold of you, using your hips like handles to hold onto while he slams into you barbarically.

He pulls you backwards with every thrust, but your clothes—still covering as much as possible, since it’s cold and this was meant to be a quickie—muffle the sound of you hitting against each other. It’s only a soft clapping; much more innocent than the usual slapping of damp skin that’s shared between you.

You hear his necklace jingle with every movement—a ball chain with a pendant on it that reads your first name, hammered crookedly into a circle of aluminum, letter by letter, with a small mallet and metal stamps. It hits his clothed chest and rings like a bell as a sort of reminder to you that it’s him who’s making you feel this good.

You feel him tangle his flesh fingers in the hair close to your scalp, balling up his fist and tugging. You moan, and he allows himself to do the same, all the while holding your head back at an uncomfortable angle.

“I’m close.” He mumbles, releasing your hair suddenly and quickly finding your clit. He briefly pulls away and spits on his fingers, pressing against you again, this time letting his saliva cover you. He rolls the sensitive part between his fingers, and soon starts tracing circles. They’re small, and fairly gentle, at first, but he quickly heats things up. He adds more pressure, and increases the size of the circles that he draws like his life depends on it.

Your breathy moans that you try hopelessly to conceal grow louder with every passing second, and you’re soon being dropped over the edge. Your head drops between your shoulder while you cum, and you clench around him unwillingly, triggering his own release. His hips falter and he spills into the condom, staying inside of you until he’s milked dry.

When he’s ready, he pulls out, ties up the condom, tosses it in the bag of trash that he keeps dangling from the shifter in the front seat. He pulls your pants back over your ass, and does the same to his own, waiting for you to maneuver yourself around to face him so he can kiss you.

It’s much gentler than the sex was, and his pink mouth seems to melt against yours while he holds your face, breath fanning over your cheek. You pull away, glancing at the foggy windows, dripping with evidence of your actions.

“Let’s get outta here.”

“Is that you asking for round two?”

“Uh-huh.” He smiles. “Just not in the car. My knees hurt.”

“Tell me about it.”

[atticuswritesstuff]

Sharing is Caring Katsuki Bakugo x Eijirou Kirishima x F!Reader

Summary: Bakugo decides to share his girlfriend with his best friend for a night

Warnings: NSFW, threesome, sneaky sex, overstimulation, degradation, praising, oral (male receiving), graphic sex, swearing, (dubcon?)

Word Count: 3k

Movie night was always looked forward to, especially when everyone had suffered through a long week of pro-hero training. You, however, were dreading this night, knowing what your boyfriend had planned. Before you left your dorm room, you sent Bakugo a picture of the dress he asked you to wear, a message alongside it.

"You sure about this?"

His response was instant.

"Yes, you look beautiful."

You sighed, unsure if you really wanted to go through with it. While your mind was unsure, your body was telling you otherwise with a familiar pang in your lower abdomen along with a growing wet spot in your panties.

I almost forgot!

You slipped your panties off, discarding them in your dirty clothes hamper before grabbing your blanket and heading off to Bakugo's room.

Your heart was pounding as you walked to Bakugo's room. You felt so exposed with no panties on, especially given you were wearing a dress that just barely reached mid-thigh. Thankfully, it was common to bring your own blanket at movie night, so no one would question it.

Approaching Bakugo's door, you happily let yourself in before closing the door behind you. Only Bakugo and Kirishima so far, sitting on his bed against the adjacent wall, but you had already guessed Kirishima was there given they were besties.

"Hi guys," You chirped, taking your shoes off at the door.

"Hey kid," Kirishima greeted, "We can't decide, scary movie or rom-com?"

"Scary," you replied, crawling onto the bed in between him and Kirishima, "I don't really like rom-com movies."

"Alright," Kirishima replied, leaving the bed so he could set up the DVD player.

As soon as Kirishima's head was turned, Bakugo pulled you onto his lap, your back against the headboard as you sat adjacent to his body. You unfolded the thin blanket, draping over you both yours and Bakugo's legs. His hand immediately found its way to your inner thigh, pushing up your dress, resting his hand at mid-thigh level.

And so it begins.

Kirishima popped the CD into the DVD player, rejoining you on the bed, "Thanks for bringing a blanket, I didn't get a chance to go to my dorm and grab mine!"

You mentally cursed him as he moved to sit next to you two, lifting up your legs and putting them on his lap so he could sit right next to Bakugo.

Suddenly, the door opened and Mina and Sero came in simultaneously. You exchanged greetings before watching as they sat on the floor in front of Bakugo's bed.

Thank God.

Denki and Jiro arrived shortly thereafter, cutting the lights as the movie started. Snacks were passed around, blankets and spots were fought over. Ultimately, everyone else sat on the floor, leaving the three of you on the bed. Meanwhile, Bakugo's thumb rubbing up and down over your slit was driving you insane.

Everyone quieted down rather quickly as the movie started, thankfully, you'd chosen horror knowing people would be too enveloped in the screams and jumpscares in case you happened to make any noise.

Your focus, however, was entirely on Bakugo. Where his hands were, his erection poking your leg through his pants, even his heartrate. When the movie started to get a bit louder, Bakugo slid his hand up further, now pressing directly against your sex.

You rested your head against his shoulder, turning your attention towards the movie, you knew you would have to have an easy way to hide your face if he made you too flustered.

Quickly thinking, Bakugo brought his arm around you and pulled you closer, making it look like you were simply being held in his lap. He decided to begin his plan as the first jumpscare blared through the speakers.

Pushing your thighs open slightly, Bakugo started swirling his middle and ring finger around your clit, barely adding any pressure in order to tease you.

You bit your lip, trying to subtly spread your legs further. You were frustrated with Kirishima for putting your legs on his lap and practically sitting on Bakugo with you, but there was nothing you could do about it now.

As Bakugo added pressure to your clit, he watched from his peripherals as your eyes fluttered shut, your face nestling into his neck. After surveying his friends, he subtly tapped Kirishima with his elbow, letting him know it was clear to move.

Bakugo brought two damp fingers to your lips, grabbing your chin and forcing you to look at him while you cleaned them with your mouth.

Instead, your attention was brought to Kirishima side-eyeing you, only then did you realize you felt another hand creeping up your thigh. There was no way this one was Bakugo's, you could feel both of his hands in relation to each other, this was definitely Kirishima.

This wasn't part of the plan.

You held eye contact with Kirishima as he started rubbing his fingers in a circular motion around your clit. Kirishima found it wildly amusing that you looked at him with desperation as soon as he touched you as if you'd already accepted the pleasure he was giving you. Not that he could really tell with Bakugo's fingers down your throat.

In your mind, Kirishima touching you while Bakugo just watched was frustratingly hot. However, both of them stopping simultaneously as Jiro got up to use the bathroom, annoying the hell out of all three of you.

Kirishima took this as an opportunity to move spots from against the wall with Bakugo, sitting against the headboard next to you, getting under the blanket and draping his legs over Bakugo's in the same fashion.

"Yo anyone got a spare blanket they're not using?" Kiri asked the group, “Bakugo is hogging all the blanket up here.”

"Here, you can have mine," Sero laughed, happily handing over his blanket and re-covering himself with part of Mina's blanket.

"Thanks, bro," He replied.

Sero's blanket was thick and fluffy, meaning Kirishima could cover you three a bit better. He was able to cover his legs as well as build a wall of blanket that hid his hand making its way under your dress again.

Bakugo caught on to what Kiri was doing, pulling your dress up and exposing your pussy to the both of them as they pried your thighs open under the blanket.

You felt a heavy blush setting in all over your neck and chest as Kirishima started nonchalantly fingering you, his head turned towards the screen. Bakugo rubbed his hand up and down your inner thigh soothingly, enjoying watching his best friend finger fucking his girlfriend. The sight alone made his cock twitch.

You could feel yourself creating a wet spot on Bakugo's sweats as Kirishima's fingers scissored inside you. You had to tuck your head into Bakugo's neck, letting out your quiet moans and whimpers directly into his ear so he could hear how good Kirishima was making you feel.

Hearing Jiro come back, Kirishima covered his hand and your exposed pussy with Sero's blanket, waiting for her to settle in before uncovering you again. Bakugo took this bit of privacy as an opportunity to subtly pull his sweats down, guiding your hand to his hard cock.

You looked around at the group before wrapping your hand around it, slowly jerking him off as Kiri pumped his fingers into you at a sickeningly fast pace. Your other hand rested on Kirishima's wrist, squeezing to let him know how good he was making you feel. You were just surprised no one could hear the squelching sounds of your pussy over the movie.

As you started to pump Bakugo's cock, Kirishima's ministrations quickened, this time curling his fingers inside you. As you moaned softly into Bakugo's ear, your legs started to tremble. Your grip on Kiri's wrist tightened, signaling you were close.

Bakugo joined in on pleasing you, rubbing your clit as Kiri fingered you. Within seconds, you were biting down on Bakugo's neck as you came, your pussy gushing all over their hands and Bakugo's sweats as your legs shook uncontrollably. Your pelvis rutted against their hands as you rode out your high, finally going limp against Bakugo when it was over.

"Shit," You heard Bakugo's voice barely even coming out as a whisper for fear of being caught, "I need to be inside you."

Hooking his arm under your thighs, he lifted you up just enough for Kirishima to help guide his cock into you.

It took everything in you to not moan out loud, you were shaking harder from the overstimulation. Bakugo's cock stretching you and filling you up was enough to cause tears to stream down your cheeks, you were whimpering in his ear a bit louder now.

Kirishima pulled your thighs open once more, watching as Bakugo's cock twitched inside you. His own erection was straining against his boxers, thankful he had two blankets to hide it, he started rubbing your clit once more. This time, a lot more slowly than previously, matching the motion as he palmed himself under the blanket.

Bakugo wanted so badly to fuck your warm little cunt, Kirishima wasn't helping either. Rubbing your clit was causing your walls to flutter around his cock, soft moans and whimpers escaping your lips just for him to hear.

Tapping Kirishima's arm briefly, grabbing his attention, Bakugo mouthed something wicked to him:

"Make her cum again."

Kirishima grinned wildly, understanding immediately increasing the pressure and speed that he rubbed your clit.

You started shaking almost immediately, you tried to ignore Bakugo's cock throbbing inside you as Kiri abused your sopping cunt. You were sobbing silently at the overstimulation, shaking and sniffling into Bakugo as they continued to please you.

Bakugo pulled the thin blanket up around the two of you, tucking it around you so he could pull the front of your dress down. His hand snaked into your bra, roughly groping your breasts, alternating between the two of them respectively.

"Gonna cum, gonna cum!" You whispered harshly in Bakugo's ear.

His hand flew to your mouth as your walls tightened around him, you were fighting your own hips as they bucked against Kirishima's fingers, trying to get away from the deadly assault on your clit.

To no avail, you took every ounce of pleasure Kiri gave you, cumming around Bakugo's cock, your cunt throbbing around his cock as your entire body tensed up.

"Good job, princess," Kirishima praised in your ear, licking your mess off his fingers, "I wonder how many times you can cum before the movie is over."

Bakugo grabbed your jaw, forcing you into a searing kiss, "Let's find out, shall we?"

--

In the span of an hour, Kirishima and Bakugo made you cum six times.

The first three were from Kirishima rubbing your clit, Bakugo's cock throbbing and twitching inside you while you suffered at the mercy of Kirishima's fingers.

The next two were from Bakugo playing with your clit as Kirishima groped your breasts roughly, and the final one from Bakugo guiding your hips to roll against his cock, grinding while he was deep inside you, Kirishima returning to rubbing your clit as you helped overstimulate yourself.

To say you were sobbing was an understatement. You were an absolute wreck. Each orgasm made it harder and harder to keep quiet, you wondered how the hell no one noticed.

As the screen slowly started to fade to black, Bakugo pulled the blanket up around the both of you again, resting his head on yours to pretend he'd fallen asleep. Your face was tucked into his neck, not even visible to the others. However, that didn't stop him from slowly rubbing your cunt under the blanket.

"That movie was really scary, "Denki complained loudly.

"Shh," Kirishima hushed, pointing at the two of you, "You don't wanna wake them."

You heard a few giggles and whispers as your friends cleaned up their blankets. Kirishima handed Sero his blanket back, telling the group he was gonna stay and hang out with the two of you, it didn't quite make sense to them, but they didn't protest.

You started to shake against Bakugo again, enjoying his warmth as you felt the exhaustion from your orgasms hit you like a train.

Kirishima shooed the group out of the room, quietly closing the door behind them, "They're gone."

Bakugo wasted no time pulling the blanket off of both of you, lifting you off his cock, and setting you in the middle of the bed.

"Fuck!" You groaned at the loss of his cock. You weren't able to hold yourself up well, "I literally hate you both."

They just chuckled at you, pulling their own clothes off, "And since when did Kirishima become a part of this?"

"Bakugo asked me to help relieve some of your stress," Kiri said cockily, "How could I say no?"

You scoffed, pulling your dress off to join the two naked men. Kirishima sat in front of you, beckoning you to come to suck his cock, "You gonna fuck her first?"

"Of course I am," Bakugo scowled, waiting for you to start sucking Kirishima's cock, "I've been waiting for an hour and a half."

As soon as you were on your knees, bent over with his cock in your mouth, Bakugo bottomed out, setting a rough pace.

"Fuck, I've been waiting all night for this," He groaned, "Waiting for the moment I can finally pound your wet little cunt."

His thrusts rocked you so hard you didn't have to put any effort into sucking Kiri's cock, not that it mattered, your head was being bobbed up and down his cock for you.

"God I love making her into a cock drunk little slut," Bakugo groaned, his hands bruising your hips, "Taking two cocks like such a good girl, aren't you baby?"

You weakly moaned around Kirishima's cock, only hearing half of what he said.

"You're doing so well," Kirishima moaned, placing one hand on top of your head, the other cupping your chin so he could fuck your mouth, "Fuck Y/n, I love this mouth of yours."

You went limp, letting them chase their highs as they used you. You didn't even try to stop your coming orgasms as Bakugo's cock brushed over your g-spot. You came twice in the span of a few minutes as Bakugo fucked you.

"Can I fuck her?" Kirishima asked shyly.

"Hmm," Bakugo pretended to think about it, "What do you think baby, do you want Kirishima to pound your little cunt?"

You nodded and moaned Kiri's cock still deep in your mouth. He pulled you off with a pop, pulling your face to his so he could kiss you passionately.

Bakugo pulled out of you to switch with Kirishima, missing the warmth of your pussy. You were guided to the end of Bakugo's bed so he could stand and fuck your mouth.

Kirishima slowly entered your pussy, wanted to enjoy every inch filling you up. Bakugo, however, pulled you down onto his cock instantly, hitting the back of your throat as you gagged. You could taste your cum on his cock as he came, hardly lasting as your tongue swirled around his tip, massaging his balls. He caressed your cheek as you swallowed his cum, holding his gaze. Your eyes were puffy and red from crying, but he adored you all the same.

Kirishima started pounding into you at an ungodly pace, you went limp, laying your chest on the bed so he could finish. You let him use you like a toy, thoroughly pounding you. Bakugo came up beside him, his hand trailing underneath you to rub your clit. Between Kirishima's cock, Bakugo's hand, and the fact that you'd cum more than just a few times, you were practically screaming into the sheets.

"One more time baby, cum for us one more time," Bakugo purred.

His words pushed you farther, you fell over the edge seconds later, clenching around Kirishima's cock as you squirted all over him and Bakugo's bed. Even with you being face down, they could hear your screams and cries as you shook. Kirishima finally reached his high from your pussy spasming around his dick, pulling out and cumming on your back as your orgasm ended.

Bakugo scooped up his discarded shirt, quickly cleaning up and scooping you up bridal style. He sat on the end of the bed and held you in his lap, petting your hair and soothing your cries and hiccups. He knew they thoroughly overstimulated you, and you enjoyed every second of it.

"Hey Kiri, mind getting dressed and finding us some water?" Bakugo asked quietly.

"Yeah, no problem bro just give me a sec." He was panting but quickly pulled on his clothes so he could venture out to find some water.

Bakugo held you tighter, rocking back and forth to soothe your aching body, "You did so good princess, so good."

You hummed weakly, "This was fun."

"It really was, shitty hair seemed to have fun, too," he confirmed, glancing at Kiri as he grinned stupidly, "You better thank her, we put her through heaven and hell all in one night."

Before leaving, Kiri left a kiss on your forehead, "Thank you for an amazing night, Y/n."

"No problem Kiri." You said quietly, feeling hazy in Bakugo's arms.

When Kirishima left, Bakugo carried you into the bed. Pulling the comforter back, he laid on his back as you laid on his chest, already passed out.

Kirishima came back with cold bottles of water minutes later, seeing how you already fell asleep, he left them on the desk, "I'll get out of your hair."

"No, stay," Bakugo demanded, pointed at your sleeping form, "You can be the big spoon."

Kirishima chuckled, turning off the lights and making his way to the bed. He snuggled up to you, wrapping his arm around your sleeping form to spoon you.

"Goodnight, shitty hair." Bakugo hummed.

"And goodnight to you too, Bakugo." He replied.