#Anyways my knee keeps touching my pant leg and I hate it so much it still hasn’t fucking scabbed over yet

[magpiesbones]

oooooo I HATE the curb

[becca-e-barnes]

I want to see PornStar Bucky and innocent neighbour reader just spending some time together maybe watching a movie at his place with his arms around her when reader shyly asks if she can try giving him a blow job 😳 she’s always wanted to try and he helps her out all the time she just wants to have a little taste of him.

I slept in this morning, I have so much to do but omg I want to talk about this 🤤

❤️ PS!Bucky Masterlist Here!! ❤️

Because I can imagine them spooning on the sofa or something, just watching a movie. There's no awkwardness in the friendship even though you have the lil arrangement. But you've had one thing on your mind all week. You've been a little embarrassed to raise it before now but you can feel his dick pressing against your ass through his sweats. He's already hard and it's making your mouth water just thinking about the suggestion that you want to make.

So you take a deep breath and roll over, facing him on the couch and he looks at you with a lazy smile, holding your waist and stroking his thumb gently over the exposed skin where your top has ridden up a little. Every touch from this man, innocent or otherwise could make you quiver because he's shown you time and time again what his hands can do to you.

"You gonna tell me what's going on in that pretty head of yours? You've been trapped in there all week." He smiled softly, ignoring the urge he gets to kiss you because you look painfully timid and he wants to take whatever anxiety you're feeling away.

"Wanna try something Bucky." You mumble, forcing yourself to look at his face even though it's the last thing you want to do. "Never tried it before but... You know how you use your mouth on me?" He hates that you feel you have to be nervous admitting this to him but he nods anyway, an eyebrow raised in interest.

"Well I-I wanna use my mouth... On you. Want to make you feel good. But I've never... So if it's not good, can you tell me?" He swears his heart shatters because you're still so unsure of yourself but of course he nods, giving you a gentle kiss before telling you that you're more than welcome to try it but there's no pressure on you.

He sits up on the couch, pushing his sweats down and lets you sit between his legs with a cushion under your knees and God, you wonder how those women who do this for him on the daily aren't intimidated as all hell by this view. You swear he looks even longer and thicker up close like this, both your hands wrapping around him to jerk him off while you try to work up the courage to add your mouth.

After a second, you lean over, taking just the tip in your mouth, looking up at Bucky to make sure you're doing okay. His lips are slightly parted, his brow is a little furrowed and he looks to be enjoying himself as you gently flick your tongue over the tip, still working his length with your hands.

"Holy shit, baby, that's so good. Oh my God." He pants out, his left hand fisting in the throw covering the couch and his right grabbing the back of the couch behind him to hold himself back from pressing your head down on him. This is for you, he wants it to be entirely at your pace but damn you feel good. He can tell you've done your research. You don't need any guidance by the look of things so he's happy to just let you explore as much as you want to without him needing to say a single word.

After a little bit, you work yourself and take more of him, slowly inching your mouth down on his dick, slicking him up with your spit until you feel the nice, heavy weight of his dick right at the back of your tongue. You've found your rhythm and if there's one thing you learned from his videos, it's that he likes this to be as sloppy as possible. So you indulge him, keeping him nice and slick, excess saliva dripping down the inches of him that you don't have in your mouth, using it to help jerk him off.

But this man is in Heaven. He's so blissed out, watching your cheeks hollow around his dick, you're sucking just right, swirling your wet tongue over his head, paying special attention to his piercing and he has to look away because he knows he'll cum in your mouth if he watches you too much longer.

His head rolls back on the couch, a groan leaving him as he feels his dick twitch but when he looks down, you're looking up at him, as timid as ever, terrified that you hurt him.

"Oh baby, you look so fuckin' perfect like this. Fuck, you feel so good, your mouth feels like it was made for this. Where did you learn to suck dick like this holy shit, you're a natural." He's babbling, caressing your cheek and he feels your lips tug into a little smile around him.

"Baby please, this isn't fair... I shouldn't be having all the fun. F-fuck I'm gonna cum." He groans. Your free hand shifts from resting on his thigh to between his legs, rolling his balls while you suck on him and it's so overwhelming, he's losing it so quickly.

"Angel, oh God, I'm gonna cum baby, please." He moans, trying to give you enough warning so that you can take your mouth away if you want to. You're so keen to please him, you keep your mouth in place, sucking on his tip just a little harder until you feel him release with the most broken moan.

His eyes are glued on your face as his balls empty into your mouth, thick streams of salty cum painting your tongue and dripping down the back of your throat.

"Just like that, that's perfect baby, mhm please, you feel so good. So so good for me." He babbles, finishing up before you pull your head off him, admiring how much of a mess you turned him into.

"Y-you don't have to swallow baby, I won't be offended if you wanna spit it out." He breathless and dazed and so damn euphoric that he'd give you the world right then and there if you asked for it but when you open your mouth, sticking out your tongue to show him you already swallowed, he thinks he's truly gone to Heaven. That sweet, innocent girl who looked so timid and unsure of herself is now beaming in front of him, smiling with pride at how she swallowed his load and he can't resist the urge to lean forward and pull you into the most passionate, searing kiss

[chippedaxe]

Hello, can i pls request Karl eating the reader on the kitchen counter? Maybe use this prompt "Are you wearing my shirt"

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Title: Kitchen Counter

Warning(s): cursing, NSFW, degrading, praising, teasing, bit of biting, bl00d mention, orgasm denial, tell me if I should add any more warnings.

Pronouns: they/them, afab

Synopsis: Karl eats the reader out on the kitchen counter.

Pairing: c!Karl X Switch/sub! Reader

Word count: 1.2k

Note: unedited*

- Reader is mainly sub in this but there are some times when they try to dom.

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You threw yourself out of bed and waddled to the cupboard, opening the door and scanning for any ol’ shirt to slip on. You didn’t care what clothes you put on since it’s not like you were going anywhere.

Your eyes were blurry and you were still half asleep when you put the grey shirt on, walking down the stairs without any pants and making your way down to the living room.

You heard the soft ringing of the kettle and rubbed at your eyes, smiling gently at the voice of your loved one “took you long enough to wake up!” Karl called out as he heard you stumble into the kitchen where he was boiling water.

“Good mornin’” you yawned and leaned on the bench, Karl smiled softly and looked over at you. His smile faltered for a quick second before restoring itself “oh uh- are you wearing my shirt?” The tips of Karl’s ears turned red and his cheeks grew pinker.

You glanced down at the grey shirt you were wearing, you didn’t even notice it hadn’t belonged to you! You looked back up at Karl “oh sorry, I can go change it now if it bothers you!” You spoke and just as you were about to leave, Karl grabbed you.

His hand grasped onto your arm and pulled you back to his chest, you gasped softly and quickly regained your balance “No. Leave it.” Karl muttered in your ear. You felt his hands drop to grip onto your hips, you smiled to yourself before gently removing his hands off of you.

“You’ve gotta keep an eye on the kettle, don’t want it to overflow and burn you..” you teased him as you sat on the kitchen counter and waited for him to finish what he was originally doing “why don’t you keep quiet instead of telling me what I’m supposed to be doing? I’m in charge here, not you” Karl pointed out.

“Why not? Why can’t I be in charge? I mean- I’m more powerful than you anyways” you shrugged “you can barely last one second riding me!” Karl exclaimed “and you can barely focus on one task at a time, keep an eye on that kettle” you crossed your leg over the other.

“I’ll show you who’s boss alright! After I’m done with this-“ he seemed flustered by your words, clearly he was getting pent up by your behaviour. Karl continued to watch the kettle boil, his finger tapping the counter gently as he waited patiently.

“You gonna make yourself a drink? Make me one too” you gave a sweet smile “make it yourself- or are you not capable of doing things for yourself?” Karl crossed his arms “oh, are you salty that I’m trying to dominate you?” You smirked “No- I’m not salty!” He put his hands on his hips now.

“Shut up!” Karl grumbled at you, you pouted before getting a bratty idea “Make. Me.” You exaggerated your voice to get into his head. Karl turned around and pinned your hips to the kitchen counter, his mouth latching onto the skin on your neck and starting to suck.

You let out a loud gasp, not expecting him to have let go so quickly “Y-You listen so well to instructions!” You tried to regain your hold of the situation but you knew that Karl already had you in his grasp.

Karl bit down on your neck, grazing it so that it’d show off his teeth marks. Karl smiled in delight as he admired his artwork “slide your underwear off, now” Karl demanded. You once again denied his request and told him that he’d have to do it himself. So he did.

Karl tore off the fabric, throwing it to the ground. Your eyes widened as you suddenly realised how much power he had in this very moment. Karl grabbed the bottom of your shirt and pulled it up “hold this with your mouth” he said.

You bit down on the shirt and let out a muffled moan when you felt the cold air hit your sensitive nipples. Karl stood there and stared at your body for a good couple seconds “you know.. I could just leave you like this, leave you craving me..” Karl thought out loud.

You wanted to say something in rebuttal but remembered your mouth was occupied by your shirt. Karl dropped to his knees suddenly and quickly parted your legs, head moving to rest on your soft fleshy thighs. It was as soft and cushiony as a pillow!

You looked down at the brunette boy and whimpered softly, you hated to act so submissive like this but you couldn’t help it. You bucked your hips up to try and get him to touch you where you needed him the most but he only laughed at your pathetic attempts.

He kissed the inside of your thigh gently “you know- your a whole lot better when you keep you’re not talking.. maybe I should silence you more often” Karl chuckled. You furrowed your eyebrows and made a disgruntled noise “if I stuffed your mouth with my cock then you wouldn’t complain, would you? Dirty thing..”

You whined as you felt Karl take a big bite of your thigh, teeth marks digging in deeply. Blood started to trickle down your thigh but Karl was quick to lap it up, the red liquid coating his tongue. You made a concerning whining noise which made Karl look up at you “are you okay?” You nodded in response “was that too much?” You shook your head.

Karl felt slightly guilty for making you bleed although he really enjoyed doing it and he was sure you did too as well but still. So Karl decided to stop teasing you, his hands moving to spread apart your flaps.

Your pussy clenched at the thought of him touching you “you’re so wet already, that’s quite impressive, darling..” his words felt condescending and patronising. Karl’s tongue flicked at your clit, his mouth sucking on the small bean very gently almost as if to tease you.

You moaned and rocked your hips slowly, hoping Karl wouldn’t notice. He noticed. Karl held your hips with his hands and forced you to stay glued to his face, his tongue slowly prodding at your entrance.

His tongue slid inside, the pink muscle exploring your fleshy walls. You bit down hard on the fabric inside your mouth and tried not to make any loud noises but it was really hard with how good Karl was making you feel.

You were getting so close, your legs were shaking and your hips were going numb from how hard they were being squeezed. You were feeling so good and you were about to cum but then Karl pulled away, turning his back to you and getting up to return to what he was doing.

“H-Huh??” You questioned and got off the counter “I need to keep an eye out on the kettle, remember?” He teased you “oh fuck you!” You whined “maybe later, darling” Karl grinned and blew you a kiss as he kept watching the kettle.

[omegas-playhouse]

Alpha!Kuroo X Omega!Reader

CW: Omegaverse, knotting, breeding kink(tiny tiny bit), creampie, elevator sex, AFAB, NSFW. If I missed anything let me know!

~**~**~** MINORS DNI **~**~**~

You groaned as you stretched leaning back in your office chair. The office was so much better not constantly filled with people asking you questions and stopping you every so often. You always worked better after hours once everyone had mostly gone home for the day. You enjoyed your coworkers for the most part but they were very distracting. Especially today in particular.

You looked back down at your paperwork before you picked up your pen and started working once again. Though after a moment your nose twitched before you frowned. You smelled him long before he darkened your doorway. You didn’t look up as he walked closer to your desk propping himself up on it. “What do you want Kuroo?” He smirked. “Just came to see how my favorite coworker is doing.” You rolled your eyes. “Wish I could be bothered to say the same. Now get out. I’m trying to get this work done.” He chuckled. “You’re so mean…you’ll hurt my feelings.” “I will hurt more than your feelings if you don’t leave.” He smirked again leaning closer to you with that stupid wolfish grin on his face. You hated how it gave you butterflies.

“You know for someone who claims to hate me so much your scent seems to say otherwise, omega.” You frowned your pen, halting its movements. You narrowed your eyes and you glared at him. “What are you talking about?” He smirked when you took the bait. “Can you not tell? There was a reason why so many of the guys around the office kept coming in. When was the last time you took a suppressant?” You blinked before freezing. Had you taken any recently? You frowned remembering that you’d given your last few to a coworker and you’d forgotten to get more.

Kuroo frowned as your scent soured. You were panicking. “Now don’t stress too badly. It isn’t too loud but even if you get your suppressants they aren’t going to help.” You groaned, laying your head on your desk. Kuroo chuckled. “You should probably get home before you get any worse.”

You sighed as you went to pack up your things. “Want a ride?” You open your mouth to tell him to get out before a shiver goes down your spine. You cursed softly, failing to bite back a whimper. Kuroo growled slightly before shaking his head. “You…really need to get home and fast…” You nodded as you finished packing up. “I’ll drive you home. You’ll attract the wrong kind of trouble smelling like that.” He said, staring at you. You glanced at him before looking away and nodding. “Fine..” He quickly left to grab his keys. He needed to get some fresh air. You smelled too good. He was so tempted to bend you over your desk and fuck you stupid. Hopefully the ride would be quick. Once he met you at the elevator you both went inside heading down to the garage floor. However as you descended a loud scraping could be heard making you freeze. You and Kuroo stared at each other before the lights went out and it stopped moving. Thankfully not too long after the emergency lights turned on so you weren’t in complete blackness.

“No…” you whispered, trying not to panic and failing miserably. “K-Kuroo..” You whimpered. “We’ll be alright..don’t worry..” he said softly moving closer to you as he used his scent to try and comfort you. You relaxed some before moving away. You knew he was trying to help but smelling him was going to send you fully into heat. “Why me..” You groaned. Of course you’d get stuck in here with Kuroo as you were starting your heat.

“Could be worse.” You looked in the direction of his voice narrowing your eyes. “Don’t say that. Things will get worse..” He chuckled. “At least you’re not alone in here.” “Ah yes…almost going into heat with a stupid alpha here is going to go so well.” You muttered as you heard him get closer, making you squeak and back up to a wall. Kuroo chuckled. “You’re so cute~” He muttered, pressing himself against you, burying his nose in the crook of his neck. You pressed your hands against his chest wanting to push him away, but you only gripped the front of his shirt. He smelled so good him just being so close was enough to make you wet.

Kuroo let out a shaky breath. “You smell so good. I can see why all those other alphas were after you. You’re lucky I scared them off..” He said softly. “Huh?” “I stopped them from showing up. A few of them were even planning on staying behind..” He muttered kissing the side of your neck, making you shiver. “Couldn’t let them do that.” He growled before pulling away. He took a deep breath. He needed to try and control himself before he pounced on you. “Kuroo?” You said softly, reaching out for him. He groaned. “Kitten…if you keep this up I won’t be able to control myself. It’s taking everything in me not to tear your clothes off right now.” You whined your thighs pressing together. “Besides you hate me anyway, right?” He asked. You sighed. “I..don’t hate you. Not really.” You said softly. “You just…I hate how much you affect me and get under my skin so easily…” Kuroo blinked before smirking. “Oh?” You rolled your eyes. “Stop looking so smug.” You said crossing your arms as you looked away. You couldn’t see him all that well, but you knew him well enough at this point.

You then heard him cross the elevator walking over to where you were standing. He chuckled as you pressed your back against the elevator. “Don’t shy away now..” he said softly. “I won’t do anything unless you give me permission.” He said softly pressing up against you. When you remained quiet he moved his knee in between your legs applying pressure. You moaned, grinding against his leg. “Come on pretty girl. I’ll be more than glad to help you out.” He said applying more pressure. “K-Kuroo plea-“ You started before he interrupted you. “First name, baby.” You let out a frustrated sigh. “Tetsurou..” You said softly a shiver running down his back. “Please…help me.” You said grinding more against his thigh. Your panties were soaked with your slick at this point and your scent was filling up the elevator making Kuroo’s head spin. “Not quite the begging I wanted but fuck…” He hissed, pulling you into a deep kiss, letting you soak his pants and thigh.

You sighed, kissing him back eagerly. “Testu…” You whined. “I know..” He muttered, starting to strip off your clothes. He kissed along your jaw until he reached your neck nipping and biting and leaving marks all over your skin. He pulled away after a moment admiring his handiwork. He wanted to make sure everyone understood that you were his. You huffed after a moment. He was moving too slow for your taste. You needed him now. You quickly drop to your knees making him blink before you quickly undid his pants and belt moving them out of your way before you reached out and rubbed his dick through his underwear. He moaned softly. “Impatient aren't we?” He said, smirking a bit. “Not my fault you’re too slow..” You mumbled reaching into his underwear and pulling out his cock. Your mouth watered as you stared at him.

You kissed the tip feeling it twitch in your hand before you ran your tongue along up from the base to the tip. You couldn’t help but reach down to touch yourself as you licked the tip before lowering your mouth on him, moaning softly. Kuroo cursed holding onto your head as you took more of him into your mouth. He bucked his hips causing you to choke, but you kept going, not picking up the pace like he wanted as you sucked him off. You looked up challenging him as he tried to get you to go faster. He growled before grabbing onto your hair and forcing all of himself down your throat making you groan. “Damn tease..” He growled again watching as your eyes water before he pulled you off letting you take a big gulp of air. “Do something about it then..” You replied after catching your breath, smirking up at him.

He glared at you before stuffing his cock back into your mouth. “Don’t complain when I’m giving you exactly what you are asking for.” He growled, grip on your hair tightening before he set a fast pace, fucking your throat. You moaned as you flicked and rubbed at your clit. You were getting so close too fast. “Fuck, your mouth feels good...glad it’s good for something other than you talking shit all the time..”He muttered. He was getting close and so were you. “Gonna cum...you better swallow all of it omega..” You looked up at him, eyes glazed over as you moaned around his dick, drool dripping down your chin and onto the floor. He cursed forcing you to take all of him and holding your head there as he came down your throat. It didn't take you long to tumble over the edge as he filled your mouth and throat with his warm cum. It was so good. His legs shook as he leaned back against the wall, letting go of your head. You slowly pulled away, panting as you looked up at him. He reached down holding your jaw. “Open your mouth..” You opened wide showing him that you had swallowed all of it like he’d told you. “Good girl~” He said softly.

Kuroo undressed himself before he had you lay down on the floor of the elevator. He wasn’t sure how long you both would be stuck in here before main power was restored so he didn’t have a lot of time to do everything he wanted to you. He then knelt down leaning over you. “Alpha please...need you..” You muttered. You were sweating and your scent was even stronger than before. You were fully into it now. The only thing you wanted was for Kuroo to bury his cock deep inside you. Kuroo grabbed at your legs pushing them close to your chest. He went eye level with your pussy. Just smelling you like this would probably send him into a rut if he wasn’t careful. He then ran his tongue along your slit, wanting to at least taste you a little even if he didn’t have time to fully devour you.

You moaned, legs twitching in his grasp, still being held up towards your chest. “Alpha…” You whimpered as he shifted positions hovering about you, his cock lined up with your hole. He then slowly entered you, moaning as your hole sucked him in and milked him. “Fuck…” He whispered before fully burying his cock inside you. You moaned, reaching up to wrap your arms around his neck, pulling him into a kiss. You squealed as he pulled out slightly before burying himself inside of you again. Despite how wet you were you could still feel him stretching you so nicely. His cock was hitting all the right places inside you. “More...please alpha more..” You whined wiggling your hips as he picked up the pace. Your eyes rolled back as he fucked you hard and fast. Kuroo cursed as he felt your insides cling to and wrap around him. He stared down at you as your eyes rolled back and your legs shook. “Close close close..” You repeated words slurred as you were completely lost in the feeling of his cock rubbing your sweet spot and the tip hitting your cervix. You’d never felt so full and so good. It was almost too much.

You whimpered feeling his large knot bump against your hole. “Knot me..please...breed me, Testuro..” You moaned. “Fuck...how can I say no when you ask me like that baby..” He moaned as he pushed into you harder, his knot stretching your hole wide before it popped inside. You convulsed clenching hard on his cock as you came which had him tumbling over the edge and cumming hard not long after, biting your shoulder. As tempting as it was he didn’t to mark you as his mate without you being fully coherent or without permission.

Your body twitched as you came down from your high. You reached up, pulling Kuroo down into a kiss. You stayed like that for a while enjoying being wrapped up in his arms as you were tied together and he scented you. You purred happily nuzzling against the crook of his neck, making him smile.

[sluttywonwoo]

take it off || k.mg x reader

Pairing: mob!mingyu x fem reader

Summary: as much as you hate to admit it, jealousy looks good on your fiancé 

Warnings: swearing, light smut (18+)

Word Count: 1.8k

a/n: reworked this old blurb originally posted on my tom holland fic account ( @wazzupmrstark )

Masterlist

“Mingyu, slow down,” you said with a sigh, trying not to roll your eyes.

“What was he thinking?” Mingyu spat, not acknowledging what you had just said. He gripped the steering wheel even harder.

You watched as his knuckles began to turn white and rubbed his arm soothingly. “Baby, take a deep breath. Relax.”

He just shrugged you off and cursed at the car in front of him.

“Don’t fucking tell me to relax.”

“It’s not a big deal, Gyu.”

He actually turned his head towards you and looked at you this time. “You’re joking.”

You shrugged sheepishly. “I’ve had worse.”

“Is that supposed to make me feel better?”

You winced, knowing you’d probably made it worse and that Mingyu was likely now picturing the grimy hands of ill-intentioned strangers all over your body.

“I should have him killed,” he snarled.

To most, that threat would sound completely ridiculous or utterly insane, but your fiancé was the head of the Seoul mob-the South West branch anyway- and he was no stranger to violence. Having someone killed would be as easy as snapping his fingers.

You scoffed to call his bluff.

“You think I won’t?” he challenged and you groaned.

“You promised you were done with that.”

It’s true, one of the conditions of your engagement had been that Mingyu agree to put the more sinister side of his business to rest, and although you trusted him, in all honesty, you weren’t sure how well he was upholding his end of the deal.

“I’d make an exception.”

“Well don’t. I don’t want some poor guy’s blood on my hands.”

At that, the car screeched to a stop right in the middle of the freeway. The cars behind you honked and flashed their lights at Mingyu as they maneuvered to avoid a collision.

You huffed in frustration, wanting to bang your head against the dashboard. This was exactly why you didn’t like for Mingyu to drive himself: he pulled dangerous shit all the time like this. Literally, all of his other men had drivers who took them places and you desperately wished Mingyu would hire someone, but he insisted that it was safest if he was the one driving (yet here you were in the middle of the highway).

“You could’ve fucking killed us!” you shouted, more annoyed than anything.

Mingyu took a deep breath. “I’m sorry. But y/n, he’s not just some poor guy.”

“He was trying to get a rise out of you, Gyu. He fucking hates you, of course, he’d go after me, and he was drunk.”

Mingyu narrowed his eyes at you, foot still pressed firmly on the brake. “That’s not a fucking excuse, you of all people should know that. Why are you trying to defend him?”

“I’m not trying to defend him, I’m just saying he doesn’t deserve to die. Can we please just get home?”

Mingyu relented and put the car back into motion making you breathe a sigh of relief.

Even though he didn’t say anything else you could tell his mind was still going a thousand miles a minute. You watched him chew at his lip in silence and wondered what was going on in that beautiful head of his. Nothing good, you could be sure of that.

Mingyu’s mind was darker than most. Occupational hazard. He carried so much pain that you hadn’t known about when you first met him. He’d let you in slowly, keeping you at arm’s length for months, until he almost lost you. And then he knew he couldn’t keep things from you anymore. It was still a challenge to understand his thought process sometimes, but you liked it that way. How could a ruthless, power-hungry mobster also be the most loving, family-oriented person you’d ever met in your life? How could someone who dropped a grand on a dinner like it was nothing secretly rather spend one more night picnicking with crappy Chinese food on the bedroom floor in your old apartment? You couldn’t think of an answer, and you didn’t want to.

The guy at the bar tonight had been some rival of Mingyu’s. You hadn’t seen him before, but you could tell because when Mingyu got up to get the two of you more drinks he swooped in and laid it on heavy. He looped one arm around your waist and placed his other hand on your knee and began attempting to seduce you. Sure, you were uncomfortable but more than anything you were angry. And tired. Tired of being used as bait, something to get to Mingyu.

You didn’t want to make a scene so you listened to the asshole talk about how much better he’d treat you than Mingyu until your fiancé eventually returned with your drinks in hand, face beet red, eyes dark with anger.

The man, you never caught his name, left the bar with a broken nose. Mingyu left with bruised knuckles. You’d thought it would end at that, but of course, once Mingyu got started it was hard for him to stop. It was a gift in the bedroom, but a curse in the rest of your life.

Then, so softly you almost didn’t hear it, Mingyu broke the silence in the car and said “I know what he said to you,” and it all clicked.

Normally, a hand on your shoulder, thigh, ass was enough to set Mingyu off, but combine that with the filthy words he’d undoubtedly overheard spilling from the man’s lips… no wonder all he could see was red.

“Mingyu, I-“

“Why didn’t you say anything?”

“I didn’t want to start something.”

“Start something? Is that true? Or do you think he’s right?”

“No, of course not.”

“Do you think he can satisfy you better than I can?”

“Mingyu!”

“Well do you?”

You shook your head and rubbed your thighs together, fighting a shiver. As irritating as Mingyu’s jealousy could be, the effect it had on you was even more infuriating. The man could already turn you on without doing anything and whenever he started acting a little jealous it was game over for you. It was pathetic, really.

“Why the fuck did he even think it was okay to look at you, let alone touch you?”

“I don’t know,” you shrugged finally settling in to play the game. “These big dudes with huge muscles just think they can have whoever they want.”

Mingyu whipped his head back towards you. “What did you say?”

You ignored him. “I mean he definitely wouldn’t be as good as you, but he could do some damage.” Mingyu was full-on glaring at you now, and you wanted to tell him to keep his eyes on the road, but you couldn’t give up so fast. “I mean, just one of his hands could probably wrap around my whole neck. Like they were giant, and you know what they say about guys with big hands-“

“Do you think this is funny?”

Any sane person wouldn’t even think about taunting Mingyu like this, not with his reputation, but you couldn’t be sane to be with someone like Mingyu anyway, and besides, you knew he was a big softie at heart.

“A little,” you admitted. “You look really hot right now.”

He really did. His hair was tousled with silver highlights from the moonlight streaming in through the windshield, his tan skin was flushed with adrenaline, and his white button-up was unbuttoned just a few times to show off his collarbone. You bit your lip. You were so fucking weak.

“That’s not going to work.”

“No?” You quirked an eyebrow and leaned over the console to see that he was already more than half hard in his dress pants. “Because it looks like it’s working.” You reached over and began to palm him through his trousers, smirking when he cursed and rolled his neck at the contact.

“Y/n, if I have to pull over, you’re not going to be able to walk for the next week.”

Oh no, that’d be horrible you thought to yourself and rolled your eyes. He had to know that’s what you secretly wanted, right? Right? Why were men so stupid?

Either way, you took your hand back and moved it up under the hem of your dress to where you were feeling a little desperate for some friction. You sighed deeply when you rubbed yourself over your panties, not even surprised at how wet you were.

“Fuck,” you hissed out and hiked your legs up onto the seat so you could give Mingyu a better view.

“Stop that.”

He said it so forcefully that you froze, fingers hovering over your panties, about to pull them to the side. Then you smiled.

“No.” You went ahead and did it anyway, slipping two fingers inside of yourself easily.

You weren’t one to defy Mingyu often, especially when it came to what he asked of you in the bedroom, but you knew how crazy it drove him and just couldn’t resist.

Mingyu groaned, trying and failing to maintain an angry expression. His eyes betrayed an absolutely sinful lust that made you want to melt and you wished more than anything he’d just pull the fucking car over.

“Fuck, Gyu,” you gasped, “I wish these were your fingers, you’re so good with your fingers.”

“Yeah? You sure you wish they’re my fingers? Not someone else’s?”

You shook your head vigorously. “Never. You’re the only one who knows how to make me cum that hard.”

“Is that what you want? To cum hard?”

“God, yes,” you moaned, pumping your fingers in and out of you faster.

“Take off your dress.”

“What?” you weren’t sure if you’d heard him right, you were still driving down the highway after all.

“You heard me. Take. It. Off.”

Not wanting to push your luck any further you didn’t hesitate to listen this time and pulled the loose fabric up and over your head.

“Good girl,” he praised and you whined. You were still wearing your bra and underwear and as much as you’d love to flash oncoming traffic, you hoped Mingyu wouldn’t ask you to take them off.

“You can touch yourself,” he said and you complied, knowing it was more of an instruction than an allowance.

It felt good, really good, but you still wished it was him instead of you.

“Fuck, darling you look so beautiful like that, God, I can’t believe I get to marry you.”

“If, you stop, killing people,” you managed to get out through gritted teeth and Mingyu laughed.

“I’m not going to kill him, baby. I made a promise. You’re too important to risk losing, even if he is a fucking prick.”

You whimpered, the mixture of complete head-over-heels love you felt for Mingyu and pleasure making you crumble.

“Don’t worry, baby,” he said, reaching over and taking you by the wrist, stalling your movements just as you were about to fall over the edge. “I’m gonna fuck you so hard you’ll forget you ever met that asshole.”

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[solarwonux]

59.  “I’m still sore from last night.”

single dad!jungkook x f!reader

w.c: 2.3k

warnings: fluff, non-penetrative unprotected sex. Jungkook thinks too much lol.

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sequel

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The single ray of light peeked through the slit of Jungkook’s dark curtains, making his eyelids flutter open in discomfort. He sat up on his elbows, looking over at your splayed-out body occupying the usual empty spot next to him. Arm lying lazily around his midriff and leg wrapped around his waist. In a poor attempt to hold him hostage. He could easily slip out without waking you up, but this was a rare sight for him. You in his bed, hair messily fanning out against his dark pillows, and his sheets hanging off your naked body. Your skin glowing under the peeking sun rays of the morning sun, painting tiny sunspots all over your body. 

It was a rare sight for him because you rarely stayed over, and he wanted to revel in the quiet and still moment as much as he could. As much as you allowed him to do so. Before you woke up panicking peeling your limbs away from his body in a frantic sleepy search for your clothes that occupied every inch of his one-bedroom loft.

He was outgrowing it in every sense of the word. Last week he had to replace the crib in the far with a twin-sized bed, leaving little room to comfortably move around it. It had been proven to him last night when you accidentally bumped your knee into the corner of his daughter’s bed while you helped him clean up his place, while she was away at her grandparents for the weekend. 

It was why you had shamelessly decided to stay over. It was why he was able to wake up next to you. Why he was contemplating on waking you up so the two of you could hunt for apartments together. Why he had been turning the same sentences over in his head, looking for the right way to ask you to move in with him. To marry him. Would asking the two questions side by side be too overwhelming, or will knocking two birds with one stone be the right thing to do?

He didn’t know, this was all new to him. Haneul’s mother didn’t want her, didn’t love her and left her to him before disappearing without a trace. You were the first person he called when he arrived at the hospital to pick her up. Having his daughter in his arms, a daughter he had no idea he had until that morning, was terrifying and in the midst of his breakdown, he dialed your number. You were his best friend back then, now you were his girlfriend and the only mother Haneul had ever and will ever know. He wanted everything to be official but he didn’t know how or if he should.

Frustrated, he lays down again, running his hand down his torso until it reaches your hand. He walks his fingers up your arm in a ghostlike matter, while humming quietly, contemplating the ever-present questions that he always found himself swallowing. It was never the right time, but the right time never seemed to come, so maybe he should just blurt it out and then hide away. 

“Good morning,” you croak, sleep still present in your voice. A smile creeps onto Jungkook’s face, his thoughts fleeting to hide in the back of his mind again. He turns to face you, wrapping his arms around your waist and pulling you close. 

“Good morning my beautiful girlfriend.” He hums leaving a gentle kiss on the tip of your nose before burying his head in your neck. You smelled like green tea and white sage; the scent of your body lotion and him. It made him feel calm. Though if he were to ever express that thought out loud you would just say that it was the work of your stress-free body lotion. But no, you smelled, felt like home to him and it made him feel calm. 

You twinkle your fingers down his bare back, the gnawing emptiness in the pit of your stomach returns. Your alone time with him was coming to an end and you hated it. “I have to get up, I have to go.” You whisper, planting a gentle kiss on the crown of his head. 

Jungkook makes a disappointed sound, tightening his hold around you. “No five more minutes.” He whines kissing down your neck and lifts his head. A smug smile painting his beautiful features. “I can convince you to stay.” He quirks a brow, rolling his hips into yours. 

“Babe.” You place a hand on his chest, your head hitting his pillow again, as the pleasure overtakes your body. “I-I can’t, I’m still sore from last night.” You breathe out as he grinds his half-hard cock against you. 

He hums, chest swelling up in disgusting testosterone-filled pride. He knows he rocked your world a few times last night. Still remembers how he had you screaming louder than usual underneath him, enough to have his neighbors banging furiously against his wall. “We don’t have to go all the way, we can just stay like this.” He whispers, kissing your temple, grinding his hips against yours experimentally. It was slow and careful. He didn’t want to work himself up to full mast without your verbal agreement. Jungkook always respected your boundaries and he knew your body better than anyone you had allowed to touch you in the past. So, if you were to tell him no as much as he wanted you not to he would stop without a complaint ever leaving his lips. 

You smile and push him down, straddling him. “Okay but relax, I could literally hear you thinking while I was still sleeping.” You roll your hips, your clit brushing against the tip of his fired-up cock.

He lets out a pleasure-filled sigh, resting his hands on your ass, “I got a lot to think about.” He winks before moving up his bed resting his back against the headboard of his bed, your chest now against his. “Keep going, I want to paint your pretty lips with my cum.” He mumbles kissing your cheek. 

“For a dad, you’re always horny. I thought having a kid would kill your sexual prowess.” You sigh running your wet pussy over his cock harder, your lips fluttering around him, ready to take him in fully. 

He laughs, bucking his hips against yours, a whimper falling out of your lips. “It did at first, remember?” He hisses when your clit brushes up against his angry head again. He wants to be inside you so badly, but he knows he’s already pushing it just with this, though, he can’t complain. When it comes to you, everything was euphoric. 

You nod, looking down at him with hooded lust-filled eyes, resting your palms against his shoulders to use him as leverage to go faster. “Y-Yeah, you couldn’t get it up for the longest time, now I swear, f-fuck, it doesn’t stay down.” You rest your forehead against his. 

Jungkook moves his hand between your bodies, his thumb on your clit, rubbing slow careful circles, making you jolt. “I can’t help it, you’re so sexy, everything you do is sexy.” 

“Mmm, don’t stop please.” You arch your back, your hard nipples brushing against his. The bars decorating them still catch you off guard. They had been an on the whim decision back in college during a particularly stressful finals week. You had held his hand throughout the entire piercing process and wiped away his tears as he made you swear not to tell anyone he cried in pain and came in his pants all at the same time. You did and have kept his secret ever since. Now using the ladder against him during sex.

He rubbed your clit fast, his cock trapped between the wet lips of your pussy, quiet pants falling out of chapped lips. The pleasure was building fast against the pit of your stomach, “I’m close baby, are you?” 

Jungkook hummed, grabbing hold of your hips and rolling them against him. The change of rhythm was much more intimate and arousing. There was no space between the two of you, your clit was brushing against the short course hairs against his mound, and it was driving you insane.

“Yes, baby, do you want me to pull away?” 

“No, no want to feel you close Kook.” You threw your head back, pulling on his hair, letting your desperate need take over your body. 

Jungkook moaned your name silently, moving your hips faster chasing both of your highs, “Gonna let me cum on you my sweet girl, gonna let me paint you with my cum. God, I wish I could fuck it into you after, but we can stop here, just let go please.” He bit down on your neck, making you arch your back. 

“Oh my-, I’m cumming Jungkook f-fuck.” You whimpered, letting your orgasm take over, moving your pussy harder against his cock, riding out your high. You looked so beautiful and fucked out, the image burning brightly inside the corner of his brain that kept all the dirty versions of you. Your swollen clit rubs over him one last time before he’s cumming. Hot sputters of his sticky white essence coating your cunt and his abdomen, your eyes wide as you watch him spill himself all over you, the immorality of it all, enough to get you going again if you could. 

“That was sexy.” Jungkook pants, making you roll your eyes. He leaves a delicate kiss against your collar bone before looking at you with soft doe pleading eyes. You never understood how he could have the dirtiest things spewing out of his mouth one second and the next he’s looking at you the same way Haneul does whenever she wants a chocolate bar before dinner. “Did I convince you to stay longer?” 

“Yes, but I might consider it more if you tell me what’s been bothering you since yesterday.” You tilt your head and stand up. Jungkook blushes when he truly assesses the mess the two of you had made, making his cock twitch at the sight. “Join me in the shower?” 

“Wait.” He wraps his fingers around your wrist and pulls you down on his lap again. “Not yet, wait a while please.” 

“Jungkook as much as I wanted to be covered in your cum, it’s a little gross to just stay here cuddling.” You pout, running your hands through his hair pushing his dark bangs back. 

“I know but,” he chews on his bottom lip, the questions from earlier return and he wonders if this is the right time. You sitting on his lap covered in his cum, or if he should wait until after the two of you have showered. This was truly driving him crazy and there was no way to hide from you because you knew him better than anyone else in this entire world.

“Babe, you're thinking again and loud. What’s wrong?” You run your index finger down the side of his, tracing the tiny minuscule freckles on his cheek connecting them. 

“This is so hard, I don’t know how to just ask you to marry me and move in with me. It’s been driving me up the wall for like two weeks now. And like I don’t even have the ring yet, because it’s still being made, but they told me it would take only two weeks and it’s been a month because they’re backed up but that’s okay because they're short on staff. But I wish I had everything with me because I want everything to be perfect, you deserve perfect always and fuck, I-I just want you here forever by my side. By Haneul’s side because you make us complete and god, I don’t know how to ask you.”

There was a brief silence before you’re bending over laughing against his chest. Jungkook is left there sitting dazed and confused holding you as you laughed against him. Did he say something funny?

“Jungkook, I think you just asked me?” You lift your head, placing a hand against your chest trying to calm your nervous laughter and the pounding over your heart. 

“Fuck,” he hits the palm of his hand with his forehead, his neck flushing red from embarrassment. “I didn’t want to ask you like that please, just forget about it.” He pleads sadly, tears brimming in the corner of his eyes. He wants the ground to swallow him whole. 

“I don’t want you to.” You say stubbornly wrapping your arms around his neck, “and I want to say yes I will move in and marry you, will you let me?” Your fingers play with the hair resting on the back of his neck making him shiver. 

He’s looking at you wide-eyed and in shock, “are you sure? We can forget about it and I can ask you when we’re not covered in cum and I have everything. I’ll even write a speech.” He says fast, his heart beating hard against his chest, threatening to fall out. The only other time he’s felt this way was when he held Haneul in his arms for the first time ever. 

You shake your head, pecking his lips softly, scrunching your nose, remembering that two of you still hadn’t brushed your teeth yet. “I don’t want a do-over, this was perfect, I mean I still want my ring so I can show it off, but this was perfect. It was us.”  

He lets out a sigh of relief, his shoulders falling forward, letting the tension leave his body. He was stressed out for no reason. “I love you so much,” 

“I love you, now can we shower?” 

“Yes, and then we can get breakfast and pick up Haneul together?” 

“Sounds like a dream come true.”

[oilivia]

"worth the wait" - w/ Gojo

a/n: this ended up much longer than i intended to, but after watching the new JJK op Gojo was the only thing on my mind. no beta and smut after the cut. hope you’ll enjoy it and reblogs are appreciated!

pairing: Gojo x fem reader

tw: teasing, corruption themes, size difference, masturbation, nipple play, knee grinding, multiple orgasms, mindbreak, cum play  

word count: 1.9k

You hate that you can’t hate him. You wish you didn’t find his stupid jokes so funny, or the matter-of-factly way in which he says “I’m the best” so attractive. It would all be much easier for you if you could snicker and roll your eyes at his confidence when he’d say “I know you think about me at night.”

Instead, thinking about him at night is exactly what you do. Hand between your thighs, fingers buried in your hole as you get off to the thought of him on top of you, pumping in and out of your tight cunt. You wonder how he’d react if one day you’d reply to his comment with an ‘Yes’. Would he laugh? Would he tease you? Or maybe you’d finally get to taste his lips, to wrap your fingers around his cock.

“What are you thinking about?” you flinch when you feel a hand on your shoulder. “Is it me?” he whispers in a teasing tone, a shiver running down your spine when his hot breath hits your ear. How much of an asshole can he be sneaking up on you like this? Well, fuck it, you think. What’s the worst that could happen?

“And what if I was, Gojo?” There is a short pause and you internally facepalm, maybe confessing it wasn’t such a good idea. But then he laughs and your eyes dart to him.

“So you’re finally admitting it. Took you long enough.” You don’t even get to say a word before his mouth is on yours. With a hand on the back of your head and one on your waist, he’s pushing you until your back is pressed against the nearest wall. He pries your legs open with a knee, pressing it against your crotch and when you whine, he pulls his tongue from your eager mouth with a smirk. “I thought you’d fight back a bit more. But I guess you find me irresistible, huh?” 

You feel your skin burning at his words and the way he’s rubbing his knee on your pussy with only a couple of thin layers of clothing separating you isn’t helping. “You’re such a jerk,” you retort, but he just chuckles.

“And you’d like it if this jerk railed you right here?” He gathers both your hands and pins them above your head. Your heart is beating faster, the way he’s towering over you driving you crazy, his luscious lips within inches of yours. You want to give in so badly. 

It’s now or never. “Not here,” you whisper, trying to convince yourself as much as him. You’re right in the middle of a hallway at Jujutsu Tech, not the best place to fuck. Not if you don’t plan on finding another job at least. It’s getting harder to hold in your moans the more he’s teasing your covered clit and at this point the spot on his pants that’s pressed on you must be wet as well. 

“Hmm, I’ll indulge you since it’s our first time,” he chuckles and picks you up. A few moments later, he gently throws you on a bed “I brought you to my apartment if you’re so shy, though I’d rather have taken you right against that wall.” You know some things about Gojo’s cursed techniques, but still, it never fails to amaze you just how strong it is. Maybe that’s part of the appeal. That, and the few times you had those otherworldly eyes staring down at you.

You don’t have much time to analyze your motivations, not with the man himself climbing on top of you, jacket thrown next to the bed and shirt half unbuttoned. He is going to make you work for it if you want to see him naked. He enjoys seeing the battle within you between your desire for him and your desire to remain unbothered. It amuses him. It’s always fun, making the cool and collected ones lose themselves with lust. Have them crawl to him on their knees. And he knows just how to do it.

“You look so pretty splayed like that on my bed,” he mutters as he runs his hand up your naked leg, leaving a trail of goosebumps from your calf to your inner thigh. “I think we should take these off, they’re drenched,” he coos, tugging down your panties. You whimper when you feel the cold air hit your drooling slit. His lips are closing in to your ear again “And I’m keeping them - a memento of how much you want me.” He loves watching your expressions when he pushes your buttons. It’s easy with you, you respond so cutely to his teasing, so sensitive, so needy. He can’t wait to see how you’ll squirm when he’s fucking you, how your eyes will roll at the back of your head. 

“Pervert,” you hiss, but he only chuckles at that. Gojo licks the shell of your ear, hand kneading your breasts. A whine escapes you and you feel the corners of his mouth tug into a grin as he’s planting kisses on your jawline - he’s breaking your defenses, slowly but surely. Why would you be resisting him anyways? 

“So you’re into perverts, hmm?” He slips a finger between your wet folds slowly and you moan oh, so prettily for him. “Moaning like this from just a finger, such a cutie. What are you going to do when I put my cock inside you? Good thing the walls aren’t thin.” He pushes in and out of you while he’s lifting your top, planting kisses on your stomach and moving up to your breasts. He frees them from the confine of your bra and latches his mouth on one of your nipples, sucking as he adds a second finger in your cunt. You whine and he relishes the way your walls are sucking in his digits. You’re gonna feel so good wrapped around his cock.

Tingles run through your body. When you do it yourself it doesn't feel nearly as good. But you want more - need more. So when you see him release your nipple with a pop and pull his fingers from your sopping cunt only to stare at you with an impish smile, you can’t help but whine “Gojo, please!”

“Call me Satoru,” he grins “You’re always so formal, even naked on my bed. And please what?”

“Please stop being such a tease and just fuck me already!” Your cheeks are burning up, you can’t believe he’s making you act like such a needy slut. 

“All you had to do was ask,” he chuckles, untying his blindfold “I want you to look at me while I make you cream on my cock.”

Gojo’s eyes are just as mesmerizing as you remember and staring into them feels like taking a plunge off a cliff, just to fall into the sky. You bite your lip, you could be so cheesy sometimes. But you can’t stop looking, barely registering the way he takes your hands and places them on his shirt, unbuttoning it with your own fingers and then moving to undo the clasp of his belt. 

“Just like this,” he coos, pushing you on your back once he’s done making you undress him. Your eyes widen when you see his cock, fully hard and drops of precum leaking from the tip. “You like it?”

“I-I’m not sure it’s going to fit-” 

“We’ll make it fit,” Gojo coaxes, placing your legs on his shoulders and pressing the tip against your entrance. You whine, the way he’s spreading your muscle rim both painful and delicious. Inch by inch he’s stretching your tight walls, your back arching. He’s rubbing against each and every one of your sensitive spots and you’re so close to cumming just by having him enter you. “Oh, look at you, you’re so fucking wet and still so fucking tight.”

He grunts, sheeting himself inside you fully with one deep thrust. He gives you a moment to rest, enjoying the way your walls clench around his length. Gojo had his eyes on you for a while. He saw the way you always hesitated for a second every time he teased you, how you’d fight laughing at his jokes. And how you swayed your hips so alluringly each time you walked away as if spending one more second in his presence would make all your defenses crumble. But he knew it was just a matter of time before you’d fall right into his arms. You were just too cute, too innocent - he had to have you. 

“S-Satoru,” you moan his name when he starts moving again. Each thrust is hard and deep and each of them makes the coil in your abdomen tighten. His hands are on your ass, spreading your cheeks. You cry his name over and over. And he just pounds into you, slamming his hips into yours. He isn’t going to be gentle just because you never had a cock as big. He can’t, he’s not that merciful. You’re just too pretty, how you whine and squirm, how your much smaller body shakes when he touches you, when he fucks into you. Your eyes are glazed over, but you don’t close them, no, you’re looking straight at him. Drool is dripping from the corner of your mouth, and slick is running down your thighs. 

“You’re such a mess. Such a pretty fucking mess,” he smirks and thrusts harder. Your hands grip the sheets. So desperate, so needy. You need to hold onto something to keep you from bursting. But when he leans on you and his lips wrap around your nipples once more - you can’t hold it anymore. The coil snaps as your mind goes blank, your body frantically trying to pull him deeper inside you, squeezing, milking him.

He’s panting as he keeps fucking you through your high. He’s chasing his own release, trying to decide which part of your body he should mark with his cum. Your bouncy tits? Your pretty face? Or maybe he should just finish inside you and watch as it drips from your well-fucked hole. He’s close, so close. And you’re still cumming - is it the second or the third time? It doesn’t matter.

Pulling out of your velvety walls, he strokes his cock while rubbing your clit. He wants to see you squirming for a little while more. His body jerks and with a grunt he sprays his cum all over your stomach and breasts, a few drops landing on your face as you’re cumming again from the pressure on your clit. 

He’d ask you if you’d be able to fuck another man after this, but there was no point. You are so out of it, your walls clenching around nothing and body still shaking - you couldn’t answer him anyway. Gojo will just have to wait until you’re coherent again. He knows you won’t be able to stay away from him anymore, you’ll just be crawling on your hands and knees back to him, begging for his cock. And he’s going to give it to you, he’s going to fuck you in every corner of the school. It seems the wait was worth it.

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[blooming-violets]

Here For You || TASM One Shot

Summary: Peter helps comfort his girlfriend receive a difficult medical diagnosis. 

Warnings: brain tumor diagnosis, mentions of vomiting and anxiety/panic attacks

A/N: I’m so sorry for this mess. I’m on day three of fever fueled sick weekend. I know I can do better but this is for my new friend and I wanted them to have it asap even if it’s subpar. Anyway we all know Peter would be the best comfort boyfriend ever. 

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“It smells weird in here,” Peter’s voice was quiet as he spoke directly into your ear. 

He was sitting on the hard, ugly patterned chairs in the hospital waiting room next to you. Your hand was clasped tightly between his. He kept you as close to him as he could without you actually sitting on his lap. 

You gave a soft sigh and turned to face him, “That’s what all hospitals smell like. You better gets used to it because I think I’m going to be here for a while.”

“Don’t say that,” he snapped. He hated when you implied that something was wrong with you. “You’re going to be fine.” 

His denial was glaring you both in the face. You had much more realistic expectations of your situation. You turned your head away from him and studied a generic looking painting hanging on the wall. He could sense you were getting colder with him and he nudged the top of his head into your shoulder like a cat begging for attention. 

“You will be,” he urged. “I know you will.” 

It was best for the both of you if you ignored his optimism. Just once, you’d like him to admit that something serious could be happening inside of you. You knew it was because he was scared. By acknowledging the situation, he would be allowing something bigger than himself to be brought into your lives. Peter could protect you from he the things he could see. He could fight away monsters and evil to keep you safe but he couldn’t fight the invisible. This was something he had no control over. You knew he hated not having control when it came to your safety. 

You couldn’t be mad at him for it. He was just as scared as you. Your leg bounced anxiously on the tiled floor while you waited for your name to be called. Peter placed his hand on your knee to steady your leg. His fingers massaged the top of your thigh through your pants. 

“No matter what happens, I’ll be here for you,” he told you. “I’m not going anywhere.”

A tiny bit of relief flooded through your body. That’s all you had wanted to hear. You turned to look at him with a small smile. It didn’t reach your eyes but you wanted him to know that you were thankful for his sentiment. 

He leaned forward and placed a quick kiss to your forehead, “You’re so strong. You’re stronger than I’ll ever be.” 

While you highly doubted that statement, it was still nice to hear. No one was stronger than Peter. Physically and emotionally. That man could handle anything. You just hoped he’d be able to handle this too because you weren’t sure if you’d be able to do it alone. 

You jumped when you heard your name called. Your heart started racing and you clutched Peter’s hand tighter. He gave it a comforting pat and nudged your shoulder. 

“You got this,” he whispered. “I’ll be right here waiting when you get out.”

You gave him a shaky nod and pushed yourself off the chair. The walk to the MRI room felt like a dream. The walls, floor, and ceiling all blended together into a white, overly bright, haze. Your feet didn’t feel like they were touching the ground. You were just merely floating along behind the nurse like you were already dead. Your head started to feel dizzy. It was hard for your eyes to focus on anything. If Peter was with you, he would have put his arm around you right about now. He would have sensed you felt lightheaded and taken the precautions to keep you upright. The nurse, however, was non the wiser. You did your best to breathe through the panic gripping at your throat. 

You’ll be okay. You’ve got this. You’re stronger than Peter. 

You repeated his phrases back to yourself. You did not feel stronger than Peter. You didn’t have this. And you would not be okay. 

It wasn’t working. 

The nurse lead you into a dimly lit room with a giant machine waiting for you. The air felt stale and chilly. She handed you a hospital gown to change into while she left you alone. Goosebumps rose on your skin the second you started to remove your clothing. Why was it so cold in here? 

You hurried to put on the gown and awkwardly attempted to tie it properly to keep your bottom from showing. Your eyes traveled around the small room while you waited for the nurse to return. There wasn’t much in here besides the machine. You eyed the round hole that you would be placed inside of soon enough. It looked so small. Claustrophobia wasn’t typically something that worried you but, looking at the tight space, it was starting to set in. 

The nurse pushed open the door with a smile and your heart skipped a beat. She cheerily instructed you on how to lay down and went over the entire procedure with you. It all sounded like gibberish in your ears. None of her words were making any sense. Her lips were moving but you weren’t picking up on anything. You tried to take another deep breath and focus yourself. Your throat was uncomfortably tight. 

After you laid down on the hard, skinny table, a cage was placed around your head. The machine slowly drew you into its depths. Your heart was beating fast the more enclosed you became. The machine started up. You had been told it was noisy but the sounds were extremely unnerving. They triggered your flight or fight response. Just as you were about to start panicking and begging to be let out, the music in your headphones started. The familiar sounds floated into your ears and cut through the panic. You took a deep breath and forced yourself to zone in on nothing but the words. 

When you were told you could listen to music inside the machine, Peter had been the one to suggest the soundtrack to (500) Days of Summer. It was your favorite movie. He knew even just hearing the opening monologue would be enough to soothe your mind. 

“This is a story of Boy Meets Girl. The boy, Tom Hanson of Margate, New Jersey, grew up believing that he'd never truly be happy until the day he met The One...”

A little smile flickered on your lips as you thought of Peter. The scenes from the movie danced in front of your closed eyes. The two of you had seen it so many times that you had it memorized. With the soundtrack playing, you allowed yourself to fall deeper into your own imagination. Relaxation flooded over you. Peter was good at this. He knew you too well. 

Before you knew it, the MRI was pulling you back out. You blinked up as your eyes adjusted back to the dimly lit room. The nurse opened the door and gave you another smile. It seemed she never stopped smiling. The anxiety flooded back into your stomach. You wished she show you some other emotion other than eternal happiness. 

“If you’d like to get dressed and head back to the waiting room, your doctor will review your results and call you in for a meeting in about a half hour,” her smile stayed plastered onto her face even as the door closed behind her. 

You decided that you didn’t like her for, no other reason than, her stupid smile. 

You scrambled to get your clothes back on and found your way back to Peter in the waiting room. He hadn’t moved from his spot in the corner. The moment he saw you, he stood up and pulled you into a hug. Your entire body melted into his chest. You inhaled the familiar scent of his clothes and everything in the world seemed to relax back into normal. 

“How’d it go?” He asked. 

You kept him held tightly in the hug, not ready to let him go just yet. All you could do was shrug. No one had given you any information. 

“They said it would be a half hour until we hear anything,” you mumbled into his shirt.

“Why don’t we go for a little walk then? Get your mind off of it?” He brushed a strand of hair behind your ear and gave you a small smile. 

You let him lead you out of the waiting room and through the halls. It was much easier to move when you had Peter guiding you. His steady hand kept you grounded to the floor. You no longer felt like you were floating. 

The winter air flooded your lungs and opened up your senses the second you stepped outside. It was a rather warm winter day and the sun shone high above in the cloudless, deep blue sky. Just leaving the hospital walls was all the relief you needed. You inhaled the cool air and snuggled into Peter’s side as he walked you down the sidewalk. 

“Did they let you listen to music in there?” He asked. 

You smiled and gave him a nod, “Yes. Thank you for that. It helped a lot. I was too busy playing the movie in my head to even think about what was going on.”

Peter gave you a side squeeze and left his arm around your shoulders, “You know, May had to get an MRI once. She said that if she didn’t have music to distract her, she would have gone crazy in there. It was really her that reminded me to find you something you’d enjoy.” 

“We should stop by that bakery that she likes on the way home and pick her up some cookies.” Your mind was already drifting onto other things the further away from the hospital you got. Maybe Peter was right. Maybe you would fine and this would all be something to laugh at later. 

The two of you found a wooden bench to stop and sit at. You draped your legs over his lap and leaned against his shoulder. Your eyes raked over the side of his face. He had a good amount of dark stubble growing along his jawline and cheeks. It occurred to you that he hadn’t shaved this morning because he was too busy taking care of you. You had been a mess when you woke up. With a sigh, you ran the back of your hand over his prickly face. He closed his eyes and smiled at your touch. 

“If I ever get too sick, Pete, I want you to know that it’s okay to leave. You don’t have to say until the end.” These were all thoughts that had been weighing heavily on your mind the past month. You were so afraid that if things got bad, Peter would be stuck with you. He’d be too nice of a person to run. He would be trapped. 

Peter turned to stare at you with an expression you had never seen on his face before. He looked absolutely appalled with you. His mouth open and closed a few times before any words even came out. 

“What the fuck are you talking about?” He said aghast. “You’re not dying! You don’t even know the diagnosis yet. We could go back in there and they could tell us that everything is perfectly fine and you’re healthy. Stop acting like the world is over. Nothing has happened yet. You’re here. You’re safe. You’re with me and that’s not going to change. I’m not going to sit here and watch you wallow yourself into a depression."

Sometimes you wished you could hate him. Sometimes you wished you could get angry at him. But, no matter what he did or said, he always right. It was incredibly annoying. You rolled your eyes and gave him an unimpressed look. 

“Maybe I want to wallow in depression?” You grumbled. 

“Well I won’t let you!” He stood up and pulled you along with him. 

“Where are we going?” You stumbled after him. 

“We’re going to get some fucking ice cream to shut you up,” he winked at you over his shoulder to show that his words were said with nothing but love. 

---

“Brain tumor.”

That was the only thing you heard come out of the doctor’s mouth. The second those two little words, ten simple letters, were echoed into the tiny office your ears shut off. Nothing but a low humming noise buzzed around your brain. Your eyes went out of focus and throat tightened.  

Brain. Tumor. 

A tumor inside of your brain. 

All you could hear was your own breathing. Your head turned to stare at Peter. He was frantically writing everything the doctor was saying into the notebook you had brought. You were notoriously bad at remembering information. You thought it would be smart to write down anything they said. Thank god Peter was with you because you didn’t even remember how to hold a pencil at this point. It felt like your entire body was shutting down bit by bit. 

You forced your eyes to stay on Peter’s face. While the rest of the room went out of focus, Peter anchored you to reality. You watched him turn to look at you. His mouth was moving. He was asking you something. You couldn’t hear what it was. Your face must have remained blank because his brow furrowed. You could see your name being formed by his perfect lips. You didn’t need hearing to know it was your name. You had watched it come out of his mouth thousands of times before. He reached out his hand and placed it over yours. 

The moment his skin came in contact with yours, the world exploded back into your senses. 

The doctor was still speaking. He was describing the next steps of your medical journey. His voice sounded about five times louder than it should have. The room was suddenly too bright. Everything was too much. 

You stood up from your chair. 

Everyone stopped to stare at you. 

“Bathroom,” you were able to whisper out. 

You turned and sprinted out of the door. 

You were floating down the halls again. It felt like you had entered a fun house at a carnival. The floors were tilting under you and you stumbled sideways into the wall. You had to drag yourself forward towards sign indicating the bathroom. You burst through the door and fell onto the cold floor. The door automatically locked behind you as you crawled to the toilet just in time for your stomach to empty out the ice cream you had ate earlier.

Your entire body contracted and seized with each gag. More and more came up. You couldn’t stop. 

Someone was knocking at the door. 

You couldn’t move from your spot wrapped around the toilet. 

The handle turned a few times but was caught by the lock each time. 

Eventually you heard the metal snap and Peter came running in after you. Through your haze of vomit and panic, you were pretty sure he had just broken the door to get to you. He knelt beside you, wrapping your hair up into a pony tail, and rubbing your back. 

“It’s okay. I’m here. I got you,” he said soothingly. 

You whimpered and your eyes watered with every heave. You hated puking. You hated it more that Peter had to witness you at your most vulnerable. No one wanted to watch their partner vomit. No one needed that image in their head. 

You tried to shoo him away with your hand but he refused. 

“Stop,” he ordered you. “I’m not leaving.”

You didn’t have the energy to argue with him. You gave few more dry heaves as most of your stomach contents had been emptied already then you slumped against the bathroom wall. Your teary eyes closed. All your energy was gone. 

“You’re okay,” he kept repeating. “You’re okay.” 

When he saw that you were done vomiting, Peter gathered you into his arms. He cradled you on the bathroom floor. His hands ran gently over your face and down your neck. He wasn’t going to leave you. He could watch you roll around in literal shit and he would still be in love with you. How did you ever get so lucky? 

“Did you even hear what the doctor said?” He asked. 

You shook your head no. All you heard was “tumor” before the panic took over. 

“It’s a benign brain tumor. It’s not very big. He said they could remove it with surgery. He said he wasn’t worried. It not the best news but it’s also not the worst. This is something we can get through together. It’s not a death sentence. It’s just a bump in the road.”

---

Peter had the living room set up with flowers, blankets, and fairy lights. He had filled a bath for you right when you got home. It was nice to sit and soak in the hot, steamy water to unwind after the afternoon you had just been through. You could hear him moving things around out there while you relaxed but you didn’t think much of it until you emerged from the bathroom. 

He had laid out your softest pajamas for you to change into. He, himself, was wearing a Spider-Man onesie you had bought him a few months ago at some cheap, knock off store in the city that sold unlicensed merchandise. Whenever you saw it, it always made you laugh. Today was no exception. 

Your light giggle filled the room and he held out his hand for you. 

“If the lady of the house would please accompany me to the theater room,” He spoke in a fake British accent. 

You rolled your eyes with a smile and took his hand. 

Peter had removed your bedroom mattress and placed it on the living room floor in front of a projector screen. Fake candles were lit around the room. Neither of you trusted your cat to keep from knocking over real ones. Rose petals were spread over the blankets and Stanley, your orange tabby, was rolled onto his back in middle of it all. He even wore a little bow tie around his chubby neck. 

“What a little gentleman,” you mewed at him. 

Peter scoffed, “He’s the gentleman? Of course the cat gets all the credit for my hard work.”

You laughed and placed a kiss against his lips, “Sorry but he’s the one who rules the house, you know this.” 

He nodded, “I do know this. Stanley is the king. Go make yourself comfortable!” 

He let you get settled on the mattress while he ran into the kitchen and grabbed two mugs of hot chocolate. He handed you one and snuggled in beside you. The projector lit up to life and 500 Days of Summer began to play. 

“It’s a little freaky how well you know me,” you commented, taking a small sip of the chocolate. 

“That’s because I love you.” He leaned over to press a kiss to the side of your head. “And I’m always going to love you. Even when they have to shave half your hair off to cut open your skull. We should both go bald together. I think we’d look cute. You’d look like a badass villain with a cool scar and I’ll look like a giant man baby.” 

You scrunched up your nose at the thought, “Ew. Please don’t shave your hair. You need to keep it for the both of us.”

You felt his whole body settle happily against your side. You could feel his love for you washing off of him and smothering you. It was a nice feeling. 

“Hey,” he whispered. “You’ll always have me. I promise. I’m going to be here to make your life as easy I can. Forever. Even when you’re 95 and in diapers. I’ll still be in that rocking chair next to you complaining about how I no longer have any teeth. I’m here for you. Always.” 

[poppy-metal]

Omg for the eremin x reader au, so Eren and Armin got together way before the reader joined the equation, so she’s hella insecure and shy around them even though they love her you know? Which leads to her distancing herself from them because they don’t need her anyway, right? Just imagine the soft and hot heated make up session they had once the boys find out that their princess feels like she’s not that important to them.

please. gonna make it a part two this 

Cw: eren is mean at the beginning but he makes up for it <3 smut, the usual.

you becoming armins girlfriend but it leaving an empty feeling in your chest because you like eren too, knows how he looks at you and wishes he would just act on it. he’s there when armin fucks you, when armin makes you cream all over his cock, and sometimes he’ll join in, but he rarely touches you, the closest he’s gotten is holding you against his chest and spreading your legs for armin to fuck into you. you’d been turned on but also jealous of the way eren had leaned over the lock armin in a kiss, their tongues tangling, wishing you could kiss him.

It comes to a breaking point when eren displays his possessiveness again, hating how much armin is falling in love with you and how much he wants you too. He uses your desire to please him against you, makes you sit on a chair and watch as he fucks armin. They look so hot together, but it makes you feel a little squirmy on the inside, not being able to participate. And its made even worse when eren turns armins jaw so he’s looking at you, tells him “look at your little girlfriend watching you get your ass pounded, baby. tell her how good your daddies cock feels”

Armin, lost in the pleasure, of course doesn’t know any better. Looks at you with big blue puppy eyes as eren fucks his tight little hole and moans, “d-daddies cock feels so good inside me” 

“Bet she wishes she could feel it” eren grunts. “Your girlfriends a little slut who wants your boyfriends cock, sweetheart, just look at her drooling over it. You wanna be armin, baby?” 

You squeeze your thighs shut and dont answer. But eren knows, “Yeah, you do. Wanna feel what he feels every night when i slide my fat cock into his little boypussy. Desperate slut, wanna remind me what a real cunt feels like? hm?” 

Armin whimpers under him, curling his legs around eren and dragging him down for a kiss. Eren keeps eye contact with you when he pushes his tongue into armins mouth, fucks him through his orgasm and coos in his ear, “that’s it baby, come for daddy, be my good little girlfriend and show me yours is the only wet hole i need” 

Armin doesn’t know what eren has done, doesn’t know he’s pushed you away with just that line. Thinks this was all just kinkplay, and he’s so sweet. Making grabby hands for you and offering to get you off, tugging you towards his face, but you pull away. 

When you leave that night, flicking a glance at the bed where eren cradles armin to his chest, watching you go with his jaw clenched, you send a message to armins phone, before blocking them both on all forms of media. 

‘I can’t do this anymore. I’m sorry’ 

You don’t know about the explosive fight that occurs between armin and eren the next day. Armin has never been more angry, and it makes eren backpedal, try to hold him but armin just slaps his hands away. Tells eren he loves you and he knows eren likes you too so why is he so mean? 

Eren can do nothing but clench his teeth together and stare at the ground as he admits he doesn’t want to lose armin, and doesn’t want to need anyone else but him. Armin reminds him he’s okay with armin needing you, so armins okay with eren needing you too. He wants eren to want you, has timdily encouraged eren touching you or having sex with you a couple of times, but never psuhed it, though he notices erens lingering stares on you. 

Eren feels horrible, for pushing you away, for making you leave armin, for making you leave him. He just wanted armin to be happy, he didnt expect to want to make you happy too, or to want to open his arms to you. He knows he has to make it right, not just for armin but for him too. 

-----

When you come out of your workplace, you don’t expect to see eren there, nor do you really want to. He’s leaning casually against the back of his car, smoking a cigarette, but he puts it out when he sees you, crushing it under one of his combat boots. He looks sheepish. 

“Hey-” 

You don’t give him the time of day though, breezing by him. You don’t have a car so you planned on walking to the bus station. Usually armin came to pick you up, but considering you’d basically ended things with him, you hadn't expected any rides anymore.

“Hey” Eren says again, and this time he’s right behind you, hand grabbing your arm to stop you. He turns you to him. “We need to talk” 

You wish he wasn’t so pretty. You let yourself look at him, his stubble, his  jade green eyes, the boyish way his hair falls into his eyes. But you shake your head.  “No, we dont. You made that clear” 

You pull away from him and start walking again. “Armin misses you” He calls out, but you don’t stop. 

“I miss you.” 

Okay, you stop at that. Don’t turn around though. You hear his footsteps approach, feel his warmth at your back as he stops, too close. “I miss you” He says again. “Come with me?” 

You turn to look at him again, “Why should i? You miss me? You don’t even like me, jaeger. If you hated me being with your boyfriend so much why did you even ask me too?” 

He bites his lip, shifts on his feet and you can tell his uncomfortable. You’d gathered awhile ago that he wasn’t good with emotions. Tough shit. If he wanted you to get in his car, he’d need to explain some things.

He puffs out his cheeks and palms the back of his neck, and to your surprise, there is a rosy blush that starts to bloom on his cheeks. You don’t think you’ve ever seen eren blush. “I don’t like sharing what’s mine. And armin is mine” He says that with finality. 

You nod your head, starting to turn again. “Right-”

He catches you again. “But so are you” His gaze traps you.”I let you be armins because i thought i wouldn’t care, he still belongs to me, and i belong to him and you...weren’t supposed to belong to anyone. I didn’t want you too” 

You naw at your bottom lip, dipping your head, wondering where he’s going with this.

“But you do” He breathes out, making you look up again. His eyes are sharp, serious. “You belong to armin, you’re his girlfriend and he’s not letting you go, if i hadn’t come today he’d be here on his hands and knees begging for you to come back. and...what’s his is mine so..”

“So..?” You prod, breathless. 

“So you’re mine” He concludes. “Ours. I really wanna fuck you” 

The last part is said so casually you jerk, but eren keeps you steady. Pulls you in. Leans down and tucks a strand of your hair behind your ear. “Let me bring you back with me” his lips brush against yours. “So i can finally fuck my girlfriend” 

You do in fact let him bring you back. 

---

It’s surreal being between armin and eren, having them both touch you. You’re used to armins touch, but erens is new. You’re all shaky and acting like a skittish virgin when eren leans back against the headboard, lazily stroking his cock as armin fingers you open for him. 

His soft lips at your ear, “You take my cock so nice, baby. But daddy’s big. He’s gonna stretch you so good”

“Keep talking about my big dick and im gonna nut before i even get to fuck her” Eren grunts, eyes glued to wear armins slender fingers are sliding in and out of your slick cunt. 

Armin just giggles “But s’true, daddy. You’re gonna split her wide open. She’s tight too” He croons, making you whimper when he curls his fingers just right. “Had her pretty pussy all to myself for so long and she still squeezes my cock, You’ll like it” 

Eren eyes are all heat, eating you up. “Oh, i know i will. Daddy’s been wanting to fuck that cunt for ages” 

“S’that so?” Armin sounds a little condescending, having not been apart of their fight, you can’t tell he’s being kinda petty when he says. “Gonna have to show my girlfriend how much you appreciate her then, if you want her to be your girl you’ll have to make her cum lots, kay? Otherwise im keeping her for myself and you can sit there and watch like you always do while i show her how a good boyfriend fucks their girlfriends pussy”

He dips his lips to kiss your jaw, keeping eye contact with eren when he does. “If daddy doesn’t make you cum stupid, i’ll dump him”

Your cunt squeezes around his fingers at the same time eren growls and reaches out, practically plucking you from armins arms and placing you above him. 

You brace your hands on his board chest as the tip of his thick cock teases your hole, “w-wait” 

“Mm, fuck that” He moans, and pops the head in, eyes fluttering shut and rolling into the back of his skull when your the heat of your fluttering cunt envelops him, silky and smooth and wet, he guides you down the thick length of him. His head thunks against the headboard. “Jesus, fuck”

“E-eren” you whine, poor pussy squeezing around him helplessly as its stretched wide and filled to the brim with him. 

He bounces you once, making you choke on a whimper. “That’s not what we call me” 

Your eyes fill with overwhelmed tears, but you feel armins lips touch your spine as he kisses your back, encouraging you. “Go on, baby”

You wrap your arms around erens neck. “D-daddy” you say, hesitantly, barely breathing the word. 

But eren groans so loud, and eats your lips up in a kiss, rocking you back and forth on his cock, grinding you on it. “Yeah, baby” he pants into your open mouth. “Daddy’s got you. Gonna fuck my sweet little girlfriend tight pussy like she deserves” 

“About fucking time you did” you think you hear armin mutter, but you’re already to fucked out to care. 

[earlgreydream]

jotun.

| loki x reader | smut | angst | fluff |

anon requested. dom!Loki where he goes into a Jotun heat and fucks the reader senseless 

cw: slightly dubcon?, aggression, crying, choking, d/s, kind of temp play?, jotun!loki, mentions of burns, bruises, blood etc, basically just super rough sex, Sa STRONG CONTENT WARNING

a/n: I don’t usually write stuff like this, so it’s new to me 

“Get out!” Loki’s vicious scream echoed off of the walls. 

“No, I’m not going to just leave you!” You ran across the golden floor of his chambers and dropped to your knees. You dragged the god into your arms, and you could feel the warfare tearing him apart from the inside. 

He was so cold.

Loki’s body wracked as he tried to breathe, as if just staying alive was exhausting. The tips of his fingers turned blue, and he tried to fight it off, keeping himself in his æsir form. His head tilted back, black waves falling back to reveal scarlet eyes. 

You swallowed hard, fear shooting up your spine. His skin slowly turned deep blue, ancient jotun patterns swirling across the skin like scars.

“Please, I’m begging you to go. I don’t want to hurt you,” Loki’s voice was impossibly deeper, dangerous. 

“I’m not going to abandon you. I trust you, Loki.” 

“It’s not me, it’s a monster!” Loki wept, gripping the shimmering Asgardian fabrics that draped over your body with icy fingers. 

You held him tightly, refusing to leave the terrified god. His stamina wore thin, and his icy jotun core seeped through, replacing every godly aspect of him with the blue skin of a monster. His touch was so cold it practically burned you, and very real fear burned like acid in your throat. 

Maybe you should’ve listened to him, and run when he’d told you. Now, it was too late. 

His clothing was gone in a simmer of fizzing blue magic, baring his entire monstrous form to you. You scrambled backward, looking up at Loki as he towered over you. His red eyes were feral, and he descended on you like you were prey. 

“Loki, my love...” you tried to speak, but you silenced as his hand wrapped tightly around your throat. He asserted his strength over you, pinning you down against the unyielding golden floor. His grip was tight, rendering you completely immobile. 

He gripped the fabric of your gown, tearing it into shred as he ripped it from your body. Your eyes widened, and you tried to wrap your hands around his wrist, but your touch recoiled, your palms red from the cold. 

Loki grabbed your thigh, shoving your legs open and exposing your sex to him. You screamed as he thrust himself all the way inside of you, making no attempt to ease into you or make sure you were ready. 

Usually, he slid into you with ease, but he was bigger in this form, and just different. It felt like someone completely different was shoving himself inside of you, and you supposed it was. You screamed as he pierced you open, forcing your body to accept him in your warm sex. Moisture blurred your vision, frightened by what was happening, and powerless to stop it, or ease up. 

He was absolutely feral, his mind only focused on taking his own pleasure from you. He felt like ice inside of you, and the unfamiliar cold sensation made you writhe off of the floor, arching your back as he slammed into you with inhuman force. It was a terrible, strange feeling, and you were overwhelmed by the intensity of how hard he was pounding into you. His other hand gripped your thigh, bruises blooming under his unforgiving touch. 

“Loki, please, you’re hurting me,” you breathed, trying to struggle away from his brutalizing touch. A threatening growl thundered from his chest, and you halted, wincing as his hand moved from your throat to roughly grope your chest. 

The cold of his hand on your throat left red frost burns, mixing with the deep purple caused by the tight grip he’d held you down with. 

You attempted to force yourself to relax, letting him fuck the life out of you, tearing up your sex. A choked cry of relief escaped your lips when he pulled out after his first orgasm.

Loki had never been so violent or rough with you, and you reminded yourself that it wasn’t him, that the god you loved wasn’t in control of his own body. He’d begged you to leave, knowing he wouldn’t be able to control himself, and you promised him you could take it.

You panted, trying to catch your breath, curling up on the floor and shivering. Your body burned from the inside and out, pain prickling up your spine from his aggression.

You were only awarded a few minutes of reprieve, yelping as he flipped you over, your chest smacking against the floor. You braced yourself with your forearms, and he dragged your hips up, gripping you so tightly you feared your bones would shatter. He continued fucking you from behind, slamming into you so roughly that your body cracked against the floor. He shoved your head down when you tried to push yourself up. 

Sharp pain blossomed deep inside of you, waves of agony washing through you with each thrust. You started to cry, sobs tearing through your chest. You screamed as he held you down, his hips pistoning against yours. His cold fingers gripped your hair, dragging you to your knees. He held you against his chest, and the cold overwhelmed your body in a cruel ache. He slipped in and out of your slick heat, and you were nearly certain you were bleeding.

Loki continued to ravage you until you couldn’t move, your bruised and aching body lying limp against the floor. You felt weak and raw, suffocated by the sobs that wracked your chest. You laid there, gazing up at him and whispering that you loved him.

“Please come back to me, Loki. I need you,” you whispered before the exhaustion pulled you into unconsciousness. 

You started to gain awareness, unsure of what time it was. Your eyes were heavy, and as you began to move, an intense ache flooded your body. Loki heard your choked whimper, and you registered the sound of him crying. 

“Loki?” your voice was weak, and you blinked slowly, adjusting to the light. 

He knelt beside you on the bed, his face streaked with tears and his shoulders trembling. Loki’s brow was knit together, and you recognized the horror in his gaze.

“What have I done to you? My love, I’m so sorry,” he breathed, reaching toward you but not letting himself touch your skin. 

He was himself again, fair, delicate, and gorgeous, with emotional blue eyes that glittered with an entire realm of stars reflecting in them. 

You reached out at took his hand, relaxing as you felt his warmth. He kissed the knuckles on your fingers, his soft lips gentle against your skin. Apologies fell from his lips like prayers, and he agonized over hurting you. 

“I never wanted to hurt you. I’ll understand if you hate me, but please know I would never do this to you on purpose,” he begged.

“I know, Loki. It’s alright-”

“It’s not alright! I’m a monster! I’m cruel, and horrible, just like everyone said I was. I deserve to die for doing this to you!” Loki wept, guilt overwhelming him. 

He’d woken up on the floor next to you, horrified by the sight of your unconscious body. You were covered in deep purple and black bruises, and red burns from where he’d gripped you with his icy hands. Your clothes were torn to shreds, and blood and come stained your inner thighs. You had bite marks, thankfully none too deep, and you looked like you had been brutalized. 

His heart shattered, hatred bursting through his chest. He hated himself, he hated the monstrous side of him that did this to you. Flashes of the night before filled his mind, making him sick. 

“I’m so sorry, I’m so sorry,” he repeated over and over again, torn apart by the knowledge that he was the cause of your state. 

Gentle green magic shimmered around the two of you, cleaning you up as much as possible. He lifted you onto the bed before sulking back, feeling too guilty to even touch you. 

He’d watched you sleep, delirious as he studied your breathing, making sure your chest was moving and the air was moving in and out of your lungs. 

“I promise you that I’m okay. I love you so much, Loki,” you reached out to him, closing your fingers around his wrist and pulling him toward you.

“I love you,” he whispered into your hair, kissing your face. 

You didn’t flinch away from his touch, no longer afraid of your lover. You wanted him to hold you, pushing the pain away as you crawled into his lap. The movement made the ache between your legs sharp, and the pressure on your bruised body was painful. You didn’t care, wanting to be close to Loki. 

He cradled you against his body, mindful of your injuries. His lips pressed to your forehead, whispering professions of love against your skin. You let the rhythm of his heartbeat soothe you, your cheek resting against his warm chest. 

“Let me make it up to you,” Loki begged.

“You don’t need to, but I’ll let you spoil me if it’ll make you feel better.” 

He kissed your lips, and you held his face in your hands. 

“I love you, unconditionally. I know you didn’t have control. I wanted to help you through it, I chose you, Loki. And I will always choose you,” you promised. 

“I don’t deserve you.”

“I want you anyways,” you kissed him sweetly. 

“Let me care for you.”

You agreed, letting him set you in a bath, jolting when the hot water soaked your damaged skin. 

“I’ve called for a healer.”

You sat in the water, letting him clean you properly beyond what his magic covered. His fingers grazed between your legs, and you grabbed his wrist, stopping him. 

“No, I’m still sore,” you shook your head, and he immediately took his hand away.

“Okay, not now, then.”

He washed the previous night from your skin, leaving you smelling sweet and clean. His touch was tender, nothing like the icy grip from before. You leaned into his touch, craving it and desperate for it. Trays of all of your favorite sweets appeared, as well as steaming cups of tea that you happily accepted, knowing they came from Loki’s desperation to indulge you. 

“Thank you,” you kissed his cheek, leaning into him in the bathtub. 

You struggled to stand as you tried to climb out, thankful when the healer walked in. Loki helped you to sit down, a fresh wave of guilt pouring over him as he saw the effort it took you just to take a few steps. He looked to the healer hopefully, taking her hand and kneeling before her.

“Please, help my love,” he begged sincerely.

“Of course,” she nodded, touching his shoulder.

“May I see, prinsesse?” the girl asked as you sat near the fire to stay warm. 

You let the towel drop from your body, and the healer assessed your injuries. She hesitated, glancing to Loki before laying her hands over your body, performing her ancient magic. She was clearly troubled by the marks that covered you, and it took over an hour before the bruises began to fade and the sharp ache reduced to a dull throbbing. 

“Your subjects love you, prinsesse,” she grasped your hand, her eyes snapping to Loki. Loki sulked with guilt, kneeling beside you and brushing damp hair from your eyes. 

“I’m alright. Thank you,” you squeezed her hand before she fled your chambers, disappearing into the castle to tend to wounded soldiers and Valkyrie. 

“They fear me.”

“No, my love.” 

You slipped into a loose white gown, sheened with gold and iridescence. You joined Loki on the terrace, watching dancers below, and a festival fully underway in the streets. Your legs were folded under you, and you laid back against your prince, gold jewelry clinking on your wrists and fingers as you traced shapes on the back of his hand that lightly rested on your thigh. 

He created illusions with his magic, entertaining you and making flowers bloom in the air, tiny daisies drifting down and weaving themselves in your hair and tickling your cheeks. 

“What are they celebrating?” you asked, watching the Asgardians in the city.

“They’re celebrating the end of spring. Summer is coming, and they’re honoring the change in season.” 

“It’ll last for weeks. When you’re up to it, we’ll go join them,” Loki promised, kissing you gently and offering you a sweet piece of fruit. 

“I want to go now.” 

“Are you sure? I know you’re still a bit sore.” 

“Please, Loki.”

He gave in, certainly not wanting deny you of happiness. In an instant, you were down in the streets, excitement erupting around you at the presence of their beloved prince and princess. 

“Prinsesse!” a girl squealed, running to you and grabbing your skirts. You giggled and gave her one of the flowers from your hair, smiling at her delight. Loki stood beside you protectively, making sure you were comfortable as young Asgardian girls took your hands and pulled you to the fountain in the square. 

You sat on the edge of the marble, and they climbed around you, going to braid your hair in elaborate styles. Loki’s fingers moved, providing them with flowers and and magical pins to use. 

“Tell us a story of your rule, prins,” a girl asked, her eyes shining up at Loki. 

He indulged them, his magic forming figures and acting out the story he told, and you watched him in adoration. The children adored him, basking in his attention, just as you did. 

“You are no monster, Loki. They delight in your presence. Don’t ever think you’re not loved,” you whispered in his ear, a smile creeping onto his face.

[sukirichi]

defeat (m.)

no thoughts, just sparring with naoya in his black tee and fucking him all sweaty

cw. sweaty sex, breeding kink, naoya and his wife are both ass people, doggy style, naoya is very touchy, lame fight scenes lol, creampie, unedited and just brainrot tbh

note. in honor of naoya being a canon ass man and overall just celebrating his sexiness (plus talking to my wife about naoya genuinely awakened my breeding kink) prompted by this ask!

# part of the trophy wife collection

“Let’s train. Gym, in five minutes,” your husband commands with a playful glare. Rolling your eyes at him, you lean back to make yourself more comfortable on your seat, arms crossed over the robes to show your defiance.

It’s not every day you tease him like this, but training in the middle of the day? You’re not in the mood of it.

One quirked brow from Naoya, though – merely a premise of what is to come if you don’t follow him to the training grounds – has you switching to your yoga pants and a fit shirt to match his outfit. The whole way there, you shamelessly stare at his backside that looks enticing and begging to be squeezed, especially in his light grey sweats that cling to his thighs deliciously.

“You done staring at my ass now?”

“Nope,” you chirp, popping the ‘p’ as he begins to stretch, rolling his eyes at you when you still very much openly stare at his ass. But it’s fine, since he’s doing the same and you’re prompting him to in the first place.

Out of your extensive wardrobe that your husband spoils you with, you had to choose a pair of dark yoga pants that are hugging the outlines of your legs, your shirt barely even keeping you modest as you extend your arms side to side. You and Naoya smirk at one another, cursed energy kept brimmed to the bare minimum as to not hurt each other. Despite always being cooped up in the Zen’in Estate per Naoya’s orders (and you don’t really feel like going out anyway), neither of you doubted your skills in sparring.

Long before he met you, he’s heard of your name spoken in high esteem, another special grade one sorcerer just like he was. This fact remains even as you’re married now, and Naoya closes the gap between your bodies, his gaze directed at your lips and hands trailing up to squeeze your neck, his eyes so hazy that it seems as if he’s not entirely aware of his actions.

“My love,” you purred, clasping the wrist connected by the hand where his thumb is rubbing circles over your vein. “Are we here to train or are you too distracted?”

“A sorcerer must never be distracted.”

“So keep your eyes wide open, sweetheart,” Ducking your head under his grasp, you ram yourself into his chest where he immediately falls on the ground, the wind knocked from his chest. Naoya’s reflexes are fast before he’s up to his feet again to mimic your stance, his arrogant grin showing that he’s not that irritated by how devious you could be, using your allure as his woman to take his attention away, if only for  a little bit. “You look a little tired. Want me to go easy on you, babe?”

“Don’t you dare.”

Cheater, he’s a fucking cheater! Faster than you could comprehend, Naoya already has you pinned before him, your legs locked in place with how he’s shifting his weight onto your ankles. You hated it so much every time he used his technique against you, but then again, there weren’t any rules that stopped him from doing so.

“Well?” he prompts and leans down, hovering his lips right before your ear while you pant under him. “Aren’t you going to fight back? I didn’t invite you here to be boring with me.”

Stifling a laugh, you use your strength to push him off you, and you spar heartily with your husband who seems to be in a good mood, considering the rare influx of compliments leaving his otherwise harsh tongue. It’s no easy feat as he’s skilled even without using his techniques, and the both of you are breathless by the time you’ve delivered and handled the other’s blow by blows, your palms and muscles sore.

Your husband is in no better state.

He’s struggling to catch his breath, his legs bent and his arm drawn over his knee. Naoya chuckles under his breath when you drape your sweaty arms over his back, shameless and wanting as you tap his cheek to urge him in for a kiss.

Albeit grumbling he doesn’t really want to touch you when you’re covered in sweat, he kisses you anyway, smiling before he hitches you onto his lap that you’ve proudly claimed as your throne.

“Where’d you learn to fight like that?”

“Sometimes you forget I’m just like you, Naoya,” you rub your nose with his, foreheads pressed while you rock yourself over his groin. His eyes darken in warning, large hands coming up to knead your ass that you know he worships so much, though he makes no move to stop you, and really, he never would. “Just because I’m your precious little wife who would gladly serve you tea, doesn’t mean I won’t hesitate to hand your ass back to you.”

“Oh, will you, now?” he chuckles, “I’d like to see you try.”

“I already did.”

“Only because I let you,” Naoya mumbles on your lips, his once curious kneading now turning more intentional, more heated. “You’re funny if you think I’m letting you win against me.”

“So then why did you?”

“Because if I do, you’ll let me do this.” This refers to tearing your shirt apart, exposing your sports bra to him that is now clinging to your skin from the sweat, droplets of perspiration dripping from the tips of your hair and down to your flushed chest. Gasping from the torn material, you try to slap your husband’s destructive hands away.

“Naoya, that’s my favorite shirt!”

“Because you like the brand or you know because I go crazy every time you wear it?”

“Both, of course,” you scoff, and Naoya silences your protests by capturing your lips for another feverish kiss. A cheater, a huge, immature cheater he was – he knows so well that you get so weak every time he’s like this, and it really isn’t beyond him to exploit other’s weaknesses for his own enjoyment. And as much as you enjoyed this too, you don’t really want to fuck in a room that smells like sweat.

“Naoya,” pulling away from his sweet lips (which is a shame, really, you could’ve made out with him a lot longer), you ignored the throbbing he’d caused deep within your core. “My love, if you want to fuck me, you should take me back to the room.”

“You’re ordering me around now?”

“You will take me to the room,” you repeated firmly, dragging him down by the collar to force him to look at you. “Be mean all you want, but at the end of the day we both know you want to be buried inside me.”

“You’re not any better, wife,” he remarked, and he squeezes your sensitive breasts as if to prove a point. “At the end of the day, we both know you want me deep inside your tight cunt.”

“So then let’s help each other out.”

Ordering him around was one thing, but compromise? Naoya is a man capable of it, he just doesn’t like to show it because he doesn’t want people questioning his power. Your husband who is mostly anger and greed, his mind clouded by the need to always be better than others, shifts a little just for you as he carries you in his arms, your legs wrapping around his slender waist like second nature.

Naoya must’ve been so eager that you’re back in your room in a flash, with your back bouncing on the mattress and him stripping above you.

“No!” you insist and stop him, “Keep the shirt on. Please?”

“What the fuck for? It’s sweaty and sticky.”

“Exactly, and you look sexy like that.”

“Fucking filthy,” he scolds, but keeps the shirt on anyway and lets you roll it back to his waist. His pants, however, they need to be off. Your husband watches with unmasked interest as you push the band of his pants until you’re throwing it somewhere on the room. In return, you shimmy out of your yoga pants that are now uncomfortably pressed to your skin, discarding all forms of clothing that irritated you. Settling down on the bed, you spread your legs right beside his hips, but Naoya only smirks, groping your knee with a chuckle. “What, you think I wanna fuck you like this?”

“How else then?”

“Oh, come on,” he prompts, “You kept staring at my ass the whole time. I think it’s time I return the favor.”

Without another word, he flips you onto your stomach and grabs you by the waist, giving you no time to relax before your head is pushed back down on the pillows. Naoya’s warm cock is throbbing from your backside and he groans, delivering a harsh smack to the skin before it aches under his touch.

“Such a pretty fucking ass that’s begging to be fucked,” in time to his words, you wiggle your hips at him in a silent complaint to get moving already. Naoya simply grips down on your hips to keep you still, spanking you once more as a lesson. “Don’t fucking move.”

“Naoya, please, just fuck me already.”

“Needy little wife, begging to be ruined, huh?” Another smack.

Shutting your eyes tight, you fist the sheets under you as tears come to life. “Yes, ‘em so needy for you, Naoya, want your cock so bad, please-” Your pleading is cut off when he slides into you in one fluid motion, his deep groans resonating around the room once he’s seated comfortably. Mouth falling open at the pleasure of being stretched so open and shocked by the fact you’d already been so wet, you could barely register the pace he’s started.

Naoya keeps fucking deep into you, slapping your ass repeatedly and calling you his dirty little slut – mine and all mine only, he said. You’re left immobile and whining under him, all of your consciousness centered on the burning sensation between your legs.

Beneath you, Naoya’s hands travel to tug your bra downwards. The material remains stuck under your breasts and you moan around his rough, calloused hands that are expertly kneading your breasts. His pace quickens until his hips are roughly slapping against yours, grumbles and garbled moans mixing in with your little gasps of his name in a desperate plea to be brought to your orgasm.

You feel so raw, so dirty, so filthy like he said.

Sweat and arousal is coated on your skins and everything about this position feels so primal, even more so when he begins to rub at your clit just to push you over the edge. “Oh, fuck!” you grasped his bicep with one hand, the soreness of your muscles extreme.

“Yeah? You like that? You’re such a good fucking girl, taking my cock like a bitch in heat,” he spits in your ear with lust dripping from each word, and his words are enough to make you cum around him.

Walls clamping down on his cock, you hear Naoya grunt above you, his chest now pressed onto your back. You’re crying around him but he only goes faster, he’s so close and like the good wife you are, you help your husband by driving your body back to meet him thrust by thrust. Naoya’s chuckles are stuttered and half mixing in with moans when he runs a hand through his hair, those same hands following in gripping your cheeks to face him.

His kisses are sloppy and short-lived; you’re too busy moaning and he’s struggling to breathe with your pussy convulsing around him. “God, so fucking tight!”

“Hmm, come on, baby, come for me,” you encourage by rolling your hips around his cock, ignoring the fact the oversensitivity is making your legs turn to jelly and your arms are seconds away from giving out on you. But you hold strong, this is the duty of his wife, and you look past your shoulders as Naoya digs his nails into your hips to keep you still while he cums inside you.

“Oh, fuuuuckkk,” prolonged groans spill from his mouth the same way his own cum is released in spurts from your pussy lips.

Satisfied and extremely tired, you fall limp on the bed. Naoya dips two fingers to collect the mess you’ve made and you shudder, but then he lets go of you until your lower body is sliding back down on the bed, eyes droopy from that heated fucking. The minute sounds of sucking is enough to let you know your perverted husband is most likely feasting on your cum, but nothing prepares you for when he pushes them back inside your pussy.

“N-Naoya!” you exclaim and stare up at your husband, whose attention is zeroed in on your pussy lips hungrily encasing his fingers and cum. “What’re you doing?”

“You think that’s enough to get you pregnant?”

“What?”

“Don’t answer that,” he narrows his eyes and begins to pump his cock that is half hard again, the sight making anticipation and arousal throb all over you. You’ve seen that look on him before, and it’s the face he makes when he’s dead set on accomplishing something. “I’ll keep fucking you until I’m sure you can grant me an heir.”

In combat, you’ll most definitely spar with your husband without fear of losing, but having Naoya in bed when he’s determined on breeding you is a different thing.

This, without a doubt, is the one thing you can’t beat him on. And not that you wanted to, anyway, having him fuck a baby in you does sound nice.

Locking your eyes with your husband, you willingly spread your legs open for him again.

[luminnara]

I always see how stories are like “he went so hard he touched your ceivix” I know I prolly spelt that wrong but I also heard that irl that’s supposed to like hurt a lot if the guy did that so could you do a story with Bakugo where they’re having sex and he does and then has to take care of reader. Plz and ty👉👈

Idk why people are so into getting their cervix smashed, like if you’re into that specific pain then I get it, and once in a while it can sort of be fun because you’re like oh wow damn my guts are getting REARRANGED but imo it is not GREAT LOL

Pro Hero Bakugou x fem!reader

warnings: nsfw

Bakugou is a guy with a big dick.

Enough said.

He loves the way it stretches you out, the way your tight little pussy feels when he’s fucking you. You just grip him so well, and no matter how long he spends getting you ready to take him, no matter how much foreplay is involved, it’s always a snug fit. The gorilla grip 9000, as you’ve referred to it several times, just to annoy him.

Normally, you love that your boyfriend is packing. You love the way he carves up into you, how you can barely fit his cock down your throat, how absolutely incredible it feels when he first slips it in and you almost feel like he’s going to tear you in half. He’s got the kind of dick that not everybody can handle, that only size queens like you really enjoy, and normally, that makes you all kinds of smug and proud of yourself.

Normally.

Sometimes, you have to admit that you’re human, and you’ve got your limits. Katsuki is a big guy (not as big as Eijirou, though, and from what you’ve heard, his dick is even bigger, which just seems ridiculous), and no amount of fingering and clitoral stimulation can change the size of your literal organs. Maybe if you had some kind of convenient elasticity quirk or something then you could take whatever you wanted, but unfortunately, you don’t, and your body is nice and normal and human.

That also means that sometimes, your shit moves around a little. Sometimes, your cervix just…sits a little bit lower, depending on where you’re at in your monthly cycle. And sometimes, that’s actually a very big, very painful, problem.

“Fuck, baby,” Bakugou panted, supporting himself with a hand next to your head. “So fuckin’ good…”

You moaned at the feeling of his cock pushing into you, the head parting your folds. “Katsuki…more, please, Fuck…”

He smirked as he leaned down to kiss you. You always wanted all of him right away. Rolling his hips forward gently, he sheathed himself inside of you, letting out a breathy huff as he felt the way you squeezed around him. It was the best feeling in the world, and he wanted to just stay like that forever…but his cock was already throbbing, begging for friction, and as your nails clawed at his back, Bakugou could tell that you wanted it rough.

“Want me to fuck you hard, baby?” He purred, leaning back and hooking his arms around your legs.

You nodded, biting your lips as you let him manhandle you. One of the perks of having a pro hero as a boyfriend was that he could toss you around like it was nothing, and you loved the way he could do whatever he wanted with you.

He angled you so that his cock drove deeper, and on the first stroke, you were feeling nothing but pure bliss. He hit all the right spots, every time, and when his calloused thumb moved to play with your clit, you let out a happy sigh.

“You like that?” He asked as he pushed you down against the mattress. “You fuckin’ like the feeling of my big fuckin’ cock?”

“Y-yes,” you moaned, eyes closed as you let him pound you. “Fuck yes…”

“I want you to cum on this cock,” he growled, driving himself into you harder.

“I-I wanna,” you gasped, feeling your stomach twisting in the most delightful way. “Fuck, I’m gonna—“

“That’s it, baby, just like that…”

“R-right there,” you breathed, already chasing your high. “Right there, don’t stop—Fuck!”

Your face contorted in pain as you yelped, squirming against him as you desperately tried to adjust your hips. The angle was bad, he was too big to fold you in on yourself like this, and every thrust was worse and worse until—

He heard your strangled little sound and felt the wall his cock hit and he backed off immediately, slowing his pace.

“Babe?” He asked, looking down at you with worry all over his face.

Your heart was pounding as the pain began ebbing away, Bakugou’s cock all but slipping out of you as he fell still. “S-sorry. I just need to move, you can keep going—“

“No way.” He scoffed, pulling out of you and gently lowering your legs down to the bed. “Not til I know you’re good again.”

You frowned. “I’m fine, really, Katsuki—“

“Babe.” He growled, pinning you down with his voice. “Don’t be fuckin’ stupid. I know when you’re in pain, you always make that face I hate.”

You felt your face flush in embarrassment. “You’re just big…”

He smirked. “Yeah, I know.”

“You just dick punched my cervix. I’ll be okay.”

His face fell. “Again? God damnit…”

It was your turn to smirk as he sat back and you followed him up. “Even I’ve got limits, Katsuki.”

He dragged a tired hand down his face, irritated with himself for pushing you too far. “Guess I forgot I can’t do that…”

“Not in that position,” you traced a finger over his chest before flipping over, grabbing a pillow to lay on.

He watched you with an arched eyebrow. “You good?”

“Yeah, I’m good,” you laughed, watching over your shoulder while you hiked yourself up onto your knees and wiggled your ass at him. “You fit way better from behind, anyways…”

You saw the way his red eyes seemed to darken and he was in you in moments, his hands grabbing your hips roughly as he nudged his cock back into you.

“You gotta tell me if it hurts,” he mumbled in your ear as he wrapped his arms around you and slowly slid in.

“I will,” you breathed as he filled you up with his cock again.

“Promise.”

“I promise.”

“Good girl.” His voice was a rumble, the vibrations going straight to your pussy. “Because I’m gonna fuck you til you pass out tonight, baby.”

[kingdaddydaichi]

can i request consensual hate sex between bakugou and f!reader

Oooooh yassssss! This idea got better and better the more I thought about it, Nonny. Love it! I hope you enjoy this naughty little slice of grudge fuck pie. 💖

Riding The Fine Line 💥 Katsuki Bakugou x f!reader 💥 NSFW

MINORS DO NOT INTERACT or I'll have my Big Scary BoomBoom Man blow your little ass up!

Word Count: 2k

"Oi! Who picked this shitty restaurant anyway?", Bakugou sneered as he walked towards the table.

You rolled your eyes and mumbled, "Oh look, Gorilla Man is here".

"Watch it, shitty girl. M'not in the mood for your shit tonight".

You'd made plans earlier in the week to meet Kiri and Mina for dinner. You knew Bakugou had been invited too, but after having suffered through it so many times over the past year or so of having some friends in common, you somehow managed to tolerate his presence. It helped that the drink you'd been sipping on made him somewhat less intolerable than usual.

It was like nails down a chalkboard every time Bakugou reared his big dumb head. His only redeeming quality was that he was quite easy on the eyes. Shame that such a hot guy is also such a huge asshole.

He's always given everyone a hard time, but unlike most people, you just wave a dismissive hand at him. And it makes him crazy. He doesn’t understand why he doesn’t get under your skin like he so easily does others. Oh, he annoys the piss out of you to be sure, but he doesn't hurt your feelings per se.

"Y'know, for such a massive ego yours sure is delicate, you meat head".

"Oh yeah? Well, for such a massive ass yours s-"

"God, Bakugou, do you ever just shut up?", you snipped.

Kiri and Mina both jumped in, laughing nervously and smoothing things over to lower the tension. He growled at you. You flipped him a subtle bird before looking away and trying to ignore him.

💥💥💥💥💥💥💥💥💥💥💥💥💥💥💥💥💥💥

Kiri's birthday was approaching and several of his friends decided to throw him a surprise birthday party. You, Denki, Mina, and ugh, as luck would have it, Bakugou, were are all put in charge of decorating his house while some other friends took him out for dinner. Midway through, Mina whined while sorting through various sacks, "Oh no! We forgot the disposable rainbow shot glasses!" Mina had a way of putting a cute touch on everything she had her hands in. Denki offered to go with Mina to procure the missing miniature party cups, leaving you and Bakugou alone to hang streamers in Kiri's living room. Probably not the wisest of decisions, but consider the source. 👀

It didn't take long after they were gone for Bakugou to start in on you with his bullshit. Only this time no one was around to referee. You groaned. This was going to be a free for all. You'd already both cut eyes at each other a couple of times.

"You're not doing it right, dumbass!"

"That's a matter of opinion and you can shove yours up your ass, dumbass".

He flipped you off saying, "You can shove this up your ass!", then turned back to his task.

You were so done. Without thinking, you reared back and hurled the roll of streamers as hard as you could, nailing him right in the back of the head. Damn, it felt good.

He whipped around, a vein popping out of his forehead, clenching his teeth. You were quite proud of your aim until he made little explosions in his free hand and said, "You're really pushing your luck with me, woman! If we weren't in Kiri's house right now I'd blast you right through that fucking wall!"

"Pfft, whatever! You wouldn't do shit. You're all bark and no bite, you fucking douche canoe!"

"You ever stop to think that maybe if you weren't such a bitch guys might actually want to talk to you?"

That did it. He'd finally found one of your hot buttons and you couldn't take his shit anymore. You marched right up to him and got right up in his face, height difference be damned.

"You know what, fuck you, Bakugou! I'm not normally like this! You're the only person who…drives me to this madness!", you spat with tears in your eyes.

A second later, his hands were on either side of your face, crashing his lips down onto yours. You were so shocked you froze before pulling away from him, staring at him in astonishment. He just stood there, huffing, glaring back at you, waiting.

You stepped forward and pushed him, his back hitting the wall, hard. But before he could protest, your lips were on his again. He grabbed you by your arms and spun you around, pinning you against the wall. You slipped your tongue past your open mouth, his meeting yours halfway as he pushed his knee between your legs. He pressed his thigh against your sex, shoving his growing cock against your thigh in the process.

Taking the bottom of his shirt into two fistfuls, you eagerly pushed it up to his chest, exposing his washboard abs and god-like pecs. He quickly pulled it over his head and threw it to the floor while your shaky hands got busy with his belt and zipper, urgently, like you couldn't get to him soon enough. But his will took over when he grabbed your wrists and pinned them above your head so he could peel your shirt off. He dipped down to take a mouthful of your tit, cupping what he couldn't fit in his rough hand, swirling his tongue around your nipple, sucking, then releasing you from the inside of his mouth to flick the tip of his tongue over your pink nub. You grabbed two handfuls of his ash blond locks and arched your back off the wall as he gave your other breast the same treatment.

You impatiently tugged on his hair, hungry for the taste of his sweet lips again. Your tongues once again fought for dominance and you gasped when he picked you up in one swift movement. You wrapped your legs around his waist as he carried you to Kiri's bedroom, swinging the door shut behind him before slamming your back against it.

"Put me down", you said forcefully.

He stopped sucking on your neck long enough to rasp, "And why the fuck should I?"

"Because I want to get into your fucking pants, asshole".

For once you two agreed on something and with your feet back on the floor, you got back to work on his pants before reaching in and wrapping your hand around his hot dick. Shit, you could barely get your fingers all the way around it, it was so thick. You stroked him a couple of times before pulling him out, exposing his manhood in all of its mouth-watering glory.

He ran his hand down his sculpted stomach, spreading his fingers to either side of his girth. "Like what you see?" You realized you were staring at his dick and the pre that dripped from it.

"Wouldn't you like to know?", you sassed.

He growled and spun you around, pushing your front against the wall and swiftly closing in behind you. Wisps of your (color) hair fluttered around his hot breath as he breathed down your neck. "You keep on tryin' to hide it, but you want me just as much as I want you, princess, and I'm gonna make an honest girl outta ya".

His battle-hardened hands found their way down your back, around your waist and all the way to your belly before he slid them down, his fingers reaching below your waistband. You willed him to push his hands further down, pressing your backside against his erection. He used one deft hand to unbutton your pants and work your zipper down, granting himself better access. When he mercifully slipped his middle finger between your folds, you couldn't choke back the moan that emerged from the back of your throat.

"Damn", he growled behind your ear, "for someone who can't stand me, your pussy sure is wet for me".

"Shut up", you gritted through your teeth.

The feeling of the rough pad of his finger teasing your swollen clit nearly sent you over the edge. But it was short-lived and you whined when he pulled his hand away to shove your pants down around your ankles, accompanied by your damp panties. Your hands slid down the wall as he yanked your ass back towards him. You hung your head and watched the head of his cock as Bakugou fucked your thighs, back and forth over your slit, coating his fat cock with your slick, readying himself.

When he began pushing into you, your legs shook from the sheer pressure as he slowly filled you up. When he bottomed out, he held himself still, at least considerate enough to give you time to adjust to his size. He waited until you started grinding against him before grabbing your hips, and slowly withdrawing.

"Now let's see if I can fuck all that hate for me out of you". Before you could retort, he slammed his cock back into you, your pitiful cry mixed with his loud groan echoing off the walls of Kiri's bedroom. He set his pace, steady and hard, the cold buckle of his open belt pressing into your skin with every crash of his hips.

"Yeah, who knows? Maybe if you'd get your dick wet every once in a while you wouldn't act like one", you quipped, voice faltering as he pounded into you.

He slowed his pace to bend over you, pushing your hair out of the way before biting down on the nape of your neck.

"Oww!! What the fuck?!"

He stood up straight again, laughing and said, "All bark and no bite, hah? You just hadn't pushed me far enough yet!" The sweet and salty mixture of his sweat and your need could be heard with every loud slap of his skin against yours.

"Fuck! Bakugou-", you whined in spite of yourself.

He grabbed a fistful of your hair and gave it a firm tug. "When're ya gonna stop callin' me by m'last name and call me Katsuki instead?"

"When you stop acting like a raging asshole towards me", you managed as he fucked the breath out of you.

"Brave words for someone in such a compromising position. Now - say - my - fucking - name!". Each word came with its very own plunge of his cock into your mess of a cunt.

Your legs started to give out. "Katsuki!" You hadn't meant to obey him, but he'd kept his word and made you honest.

"That's better". You could hear the smirk in his voice after hearing his first name fall from your quivering lips.

You turned to face him when he pulled out, kissing him hard, his fingers going into your hair. You inched backwards onto the bed, Katsuki crawling in towards you with a primal look in his crimson eyes before nestling his thighs between yours and sheathing himself deep inside you again. Your head rolled back as you arched your back off the bed. Gods, the feeling of him filling you up was quickly becoming your new favorite sensation.

He nuzzled his face against your neck as he rutted into you, pulling your thigh up to his hip bone, raking his teeth against your skin. His breathing had become more labored and he started thrusting faster, your pleasure mounting with the increased friction of his pubic bone against your clit until rays of bliss shot out from every pore of your skin at the speed of light.

"K-ka-tsuki, I'm c-cumming hahh oh goddd!" The pulsating grip that you had on him finally sent him to his end as well, growling your name and cursing between clenched teeth, burying himself deep inside you as he unloaded rope after thick rope of his white hot cum into your snug, soft warmth.

"Seems Shitty Hair’s gonna get more than one surprise tonight", Katsuki said, catching his breath.

You laughed so hard that Katsuki hissed at the feeling of your walls squeezing his sensitive cock so soon after his orgasm.

"You still hate me?", he asked, brushing his lips against yours, supporting his weight with his elbows.

"Hmm...that depends", you said thoughtfully, tracing the cut of his back muscles with your fingertips.

"On what?"

"On whether or not you'd still fuck me if I don't hate you".

He smirked. "I'd still hit it even if you love me", he whispered, showing his softer side as he kissed you, smiling.

[chasing-classics]

Our Little Secret Sessions- Nate Jacobs x Reader (2)

Pairing(s): Nate Jacobs x Reader

  Warning(s): SMUT, language, toxic relationships, older reader, NON-CON

  Summary: After landing a job as the high school’s new counselor you settle into your new home, unaware of what danger lurks just outside your front door. In Part Two, you meet another one of your students, only to be interrupted by the boy next door.

Part 1

 A couple of weeks had passed since your encounter with Nate, but the fear of what the teenage was capable of remained fresh in your mind. You could never forget the dominant, controlling look in his eyes when he had threatened you in your office. Since then, you had been unable to sleep properly and you found yourself constantly looking over your shoulder. On the bright side, you had not encountered him face-to-face since that day, but his presence could always be felt never too far away. He was like some sort of predator, a beast lurking in a dense jungle. Eyes sharp and ready to go in for the kill at any moment.

 ‘’Um miss?’’ a voice broke you out of your thoughts.

 You quickly snapped your head up, sitting straight up in your office chair as a young girl stood in the doorway. She was average height for her age, dark hair, glamorous makeup, and full lips. You had seen her walking down the hall a few times, an air of confidence always surrounding her. She reminded you of the girls you hated when you were in high school.

  ‘’I’m so sorry, please come in,’’ you extended your hand, gesturing to one of the empty chairs or the couch in front of your desk. She nodded, shutting the door behind her as she made herself comfortable.

 ‘’I’m sorry, I’m still getting used to everything here. I’m Miss y/l/n,’’ you held out your hand for her to shake. She looked down at it before slowly returning the gesture. Whether she just wasn’t used to people being polite to her or she just didn’t like you, you weren’t sure.

 ‘’Maddy,’’ she replied, her expression unreadable.

 ‘’Well how can I help you Maddy?’’ you offered a kind smile despite her semi-cold attitude.

 Her eyes flickered, searching for the right words to express her thoughts. Your brow furrowed as she visibly struggled.

 ‘’This is a safe place Maddy, whatever you tell me stays between us,’’ you encouraged.

 She bit down on her lip, hands twisting and fumbling in her lap as her leg bounced. Finally, she met your concerned gaze with a sigh.

 ‘’Do you think sexuality is a spectrum?’’ she blurted out.

  The question took you back, it taking everything in your for your mouth to stay shut.

  ‘’Well, in my opinion it certainly can be. There doesn’t necessarily have to be a one-size-fits-all or black and white approach to it. But I really think it depends on you and your preferences-‘’

 ‘’N-no. Not me,’’ she cut you off, still seemingly nervous. You arched a brow, trying to decipher what she was talking about.

 ‘’Is everything ok, Maddy?’’

  ‘’Look there’s this. . .guy who I’m seeing. And I found-‘’

 Knocking on your door made the two of you jump. A lump formed in your throat when the handle twisted and the door opened, revealing none other than Nate fucking Jacobs.

 You quickly cast a glance at Maddy who, for some reason or another, looked almost as petrified as you felt.

 ‘’Oh sorry Miss y/l/n, I didn’t know you were busy,’’ Nate practically hissed out the last word as his gaze fell upon Maddy.

  ‘’Mister Jacobs, I’m with Maddy right now. If you’d like we can schedule a meeting-‘’

 ‘’No! No, it’s ok, miss. I’ll be late for class anyway,’’ Maddy scrambled to collect her bag and rush out the door.

 ‘’I can write you a hallpass,’’ your words jumbled, practically pleading with the girl to stay so that you were not left alone with this sociopath. The smirk on Nate’s face made your blood run cold.

 Maddy murmured a quick ‘’bye’’ before the door shut closed behind Nate’s lanky figure. He scoffed, steadily turning his attention back to you as you shakily stood.

 ‘’You can’t just show up like that. I have a job to do and anyone could-‘’

 ‘’Take your pants off,’’ he abruptly interrupted you.

 A pitiful squeak, similar to that of a puny mouse cornered in a snake pit, escaped your lips as the air left your lungs.

 ‘’What?’’ you felt your heart began to beat faster as Nate took a step towards you after locking your door, sealing your fate.

 ‘’I said, take your pants off. And bend over your desk,’’ his deep voice shook you to your core.

 ‘’Nate, please,’’ you whispered, trying to sum up as much courage and dominance as you could as you stood straight and met his terrifying gaze.

 He didn’t respond as his hands descended on you. One locked itself onto the back of your neck and played with your hair as the other began to roughly grope your breasts through your flimsy shirt. His mouth pressed rough, hearted kissed onto the column of your neck as his breath fanned hot flames onto your soft skin. You felt paralyzed as his grip tightened, you having to bite your lips from crying out.

 You jumped when his large hand made its’ way underneath your shirt and the material of your bra. He easily captured a nipple between his index and middle finger and began to pinch and squeeze and tug on the sensitive bud, expertly rolling it however way he sought fit.

  ‘’L-leave,’’ you whispered. Half of you was praying and the other was making a rather pathetic attempt to reestablish authority over him.

 ‘’If I walk out that door, everyone will know how you slept with a student,’’ he threatened, biting at the soft juncture between your neck and shoulder, making you hiss in pain.

 ‘’I didn’t know!’’ you whimpered, cursing the way your body reacted to both his touch and his voice.

 Your nipples were overstimulated at this point, any rubbing against your bra or touch from Nate’s fingers had you mewling like a helpless kitten. Your knees locked together as you felt the heat expand downward from your arousal.

  ‘’The sooner you give in, the sooner I leave. The less chance you have of someone catching us,’’ he groaned, grinding his thickness into your lower abdomen so you felt what was awaiting you.

  You let out a shaky breath, nodding slowly as you nervously fumbled with your jeans. Nate all but growled when he saw the delicate lace material that hid your womanhood. His breathing labored and his cock twitched. Since he had last had you he had messed around with Maddy a few times, trying to placate his urges, trying to forget about his attractive new neighbor and school counselor. But something about you, the way you were allured him to you. He found himself craving you, imagining your cries and moans as he thrusted wildly into Maddy. He found himself becoming rougher at the thought of having you once again, all to himself. His little taboo. Today, he found he couldn’t wait any longer and found himself at your office door, ready to continue your secret little sessions.

 By the time your jeans had pooled around your ankles and your underwear shortly followed, your boots providing you with a little more height than usual, Nate grew tired of waiting. He shoved your paperwork, cleverly unhooking your phone in case anyone called, and shoved you down by your neck so that your body was painfully bent over the unforgiving surface.

 Your cheek pressed against the wood of the desk, your eyes searching for anything to focus on as you tried to block out the jingling of his belt and the sound of his zipper being pulled down. You felt the heat of his cock at your entrance as Nate folded himself onto you, his breath hitting your cheek and neck as his toned abs gently grazed your spine and ass.

 ‘’Be quiet,’’ he warned, one massive hand wrapping around your face to cover your mouth. You winced as he spit down onto your spread pussy, using his thumb as makeshift lubricate. He hummed in approval at the feel of your arousal and you didn’t need to face him to know he had a chesire cat grin on his pale face. You could feel him retreat his hips before he lunged forward and sheathed his massive dick into your tight canal. You screamed against his hand, although it was practically just muffled mewls given his tight grip as he began rotating his hips, stretching your tightness to welcome whatever he was about to give you.

 ‘’Shhhh, good girl, look at you taking it like a champ,’’ he mocked as he reluctantly pulled out, only to violently snap forward, your body lunging with his brutal movements.

 Tears pricked the corners of your eyes, but you were ashamed to admit they were in pleasure. The feeling of complete fulness outweighed the pain, but you made a pitiful attempt to reach behind you and shove him back. You yelped as his other hand locked your wrists and pinned them to the small of your back, your body helpless and completely on display as Nate continued his brutal pace. He felt every quiver, every squeeze that your sweet pussy gave him. He nearly came within the first few minutes of being inside of you, but he managed to hold off. The way you squealed under him, your smaller body rocking in tune with his thrusts, and the way your tight pink pussy latched onto him to the point he dragged your body back as he pulled out was nothing that he had ever had before. He pressed more of his weight into you, trying to keep his own grunts and moans quiet as he gripped your face and wrists.

 ‘’So good,’’ he kept repeating in your neck as he hammered into you. The wet noises and sound of his hips violently meeting your backside filled you with fear that someone would come in and catch you. Your squealing and cries slowly transformed into needy moans and whimpers, you faintly acknowledged your juices beginning to drip down your inner thighs and you felt your insides begin to coil.

 ‘’N-Nate,’’ you breathlessly cried against his palm, attempting to suck in as much air through your nose as you could. He bite down on your shoulder, tongue lapping at the faint angry marks, groaning as his pace did not let out. He was impossibly thick and girthy, filling you and hitting your cervix with every ram of his hips. Your hands twitched and knees buckled as his cock began throbbing along your velvet walls. You couldn’t help but squeeze him as your own climax began to form, causing him to hiss against your shoulder.

  ‘’Gonna fill you up, oh fuck,’’ you faintly deciphered him growling out as you were forced to take his thrusts.

 Your clit throbbed almost painfully, knuckles turning lighter as your fists clenched against your back. He abruptly released your wrists, opting to clutch the curve of your hip as he forced your body back to meet his awaiting thrusts, making you cry out every time he angrily entered you. As you cried out with each thrust, he groaned, feeling your release incredibly close. He angled his hips slightly higher and dove in, grinning as he heard your moans, your pussy locking onto his dick as your orgasm coated him. He slowed his pace just to watch the way he glistened from your juices, enjoying the sinful squelching noises you both produced as he shoved himself repeatedly into you, before regaining his violent momentum.

 His grip on you tightened impossibly as you lay limp underneath him, lost in the waves of your release. All you felt was your body being forced back and forth as Nate impaled you onto his angry member. You swore you saw actual stars bouncing around your vision before you were forced back down into reality as he removed his hand from your mouth (finally) and gripped your throat. Through his animalistic movements he angled your face back to meet his in a bruising, possessive kiss as he ensured every inch of him was buried to the hilt inside of you as he shuddered. You groaned as the warmth of his cum filled your abused pussy. He moved against you one last time before slowly pulling you out and stuffing himself back into his jeans and zipping it back up. You winced when you felt a finger trace your lower lips and shove some of his load back into your sore pussy.

 ‘’Get dressed,’’ his voice conveyed his relaxation and his gaze was surprising soft as he helped you stand up.

 You didn’t speak as you redressed, your face still flushed with a postcoital glow. He tucked some of your hair out of your face as his eyes searched yours, his thoughts unreadable. But just as his expression lingered on borderline affection, that cruel teenage-boy smirk reappeared as his hand thumbed the base of your neck in a warning grip.

 ‘’I’m going to need that hall pass.’’

[tomurasprincess]

Kinktober Day 10: Chikan (His Biggest Fan)

Day 10: Chikan Title: His Biggest Fan Pairing: Hawks x Reader Word Count: 1.6k Warnings: Dubcon, chikan, coercion, manipulation, public sex, exhibitionism, yandere Note: A bit of a shorter one tonight because I have a few coming up that are going to be much longer. Also, it is technically still October 10th here, so it is not late (let me just mentally have this reasoning, please.)

“You’re - you’re Hawks, oh my god,” you can’t help the words that slip from your mouth when you see the number two hero stand beside you on the busy subway. He’s been your favorite since the first time he made the hero scene, and you can’t believe he’s right beside you.

“Yes I am,” he gives you a smile that could win anyone over before moving to stand even closer to you. “Are you a fan of mine, little bird?”

The endearment causes your heart to race in excitement even though you know he’s probably this friendly to everyone. “Yes, I’ve been following your hero work for a while now, and I’m a huge fan!” 

You pause for a second before hastily adding, “that might make me sound like a stalker, I know, but I promise I don’t mean it like that.”

He reaches out to trail a finger down your bare arm, causing goosebumps to raise as you shiver. “Maybe I wouldn’t mind,” he chuckles at you. “You’re a cutie.” He steps towards you, putting one hand up above your head to clutch at the bar. He towers over your small form, close enough that you can smell the cologne he uses. Your heart is beating out of your chest in disbelief of what is happening. This has been a deep, dark fantasy of yours, one that you would never admit to anyone. And now it seems to be happening. 

His finger trails lower, tracing a pattern on the front of your shirt, dangerously close to your breasts. “And you’re even wearing my merchandise. You must be such a good fan.” 

You feel your cheeks go hot, embarrassment causing you to be unable to meet his eyes. You forgot that you were wearing one of your many Hawks fan shirts. Although you feel no shame when wearing it out, it feels different somehow when the man himself is the one who sees you in it.

He takes a finger under your chin and raises it to meet his eyes. “Since you’re such a good fan, maybe you could do me a favor.”

“I don’t know how someone like me could help someone as great as you, but I’ll do what I can!” Your thoughts instantly move to grand notions like helping him with a case or other fanciful notions that you know can’t be the truth but you can’t help wanting anyway.

But you were certainly not expecting him to grip your hips and pull you flush against him, grinding his hardening erection into your thigh. He grabs your hand and moves it downward, closing your hand around the bulge. “I think you can help me with this, little bird. Don’t you?”

“I - I don’t know,” you trail off a bit, unsure how to truly respond.

“So you won’t help me then? That’s fine, I know it’s probably too much for anything but a true fan to do.”

“But I’m a true fan,” you protest instantly, “I promise I am!”

“So you’ll help me after all,” he turns you around and pushes you against the bar as he humps against the curve of your ass. You hear the rustling of his clothes, and feel your skirt being lifted up. Everything is happening too fast for you and your head is spinning from trying to process everything.

“Wait, I’m not so sure about this,” you try to reason with him, “we’re in public, what if someone sees?”

You feel his chest rumble with a laugh. “You really are a good fan, worried about my reputation.” You see his wings spread out a bit, coming to wrap around you and cover you from view. A few people turn to look in your direction, but they smile and glance away, simply assuming that you’re his girlfriend and he’s being protective of you.

“Now no one can see,” you feel his hot, hard cockhead probing at your entrance. “You’ll just have to be very quiet so no one suspects anything, and since you’re such a good girl, I know you can do that for me.” And with that he begins to push inside of you. The sting of him stretching out your mostly dry walls causes tears to form in your eyes, ones that you rapidly blink away so that nobody sees. 

“Fuck, you’re so tight,” he groans deeply into your ear, burying his face in your neck as he bites down. “You feel so good clamping down on my cock like that.”

You whine a bit as he finally enters you completely, cockhead resting against your cervix as he gives you time to adjust. “You’re a true fan, to help me like this,” he grunts softly as he begins to move, veins and ridges of his cock sliding against your walls in a way that starts out painful but soon feels wonderful.

He reaches around to find your clit, rubbing down on the throbbing bead. You grip the bar you’re facing, biting into the meat of your hand to contain your moan as pleasure zings through you. His short, shallow thrusts inside of you quickly become harder as you grow wet and he’s able to move more freely. “I want you to cum around my cock, little bird,” he whispers into your ear. “Think you can do that for me?”

“Y-yes Hawks,” you whimper a bit as his fingers rub your clit harder, pussy clenching down around him at the stimulation. 

“Mmm, call me Keigo, little bird,” he reaches around to reach under your shirt, pulling your bra up so that he can grip your breasts, tweaking your nipples until they’re rock hard.

You move your hand just a bit higher on the bar so that you can push back to meet his thrusts. “Yes, Keigo, oh fuck it feels so good,” you whisper as quietly as you can. The squelching noises as his cock slams into you leaves you feeling both ashamed and oddly thrilled.

Your hero trusts you enough to help him with a problem. To stay quiet and not let anyone see what he’s doing to you to preserve his reputation. 

You would hate to disappoint him.

You feel your lower stomach tighten as you near your orgasm, and Hawks must sense it too, because he adjusts his angle to hit a sensitive spot inside of you that causes your pussy to pulse around him. 

He manages to stay quiet, letting out only sharp huffs of breath, but you fare much worse than he is. You’re biting so hard into your hand that you can taste blood as you try to contain your noises and gripping the bar hard enough that your hand is turning red.

“Fuck, I’m going to cum,” his blunt nails dig hard into your thighs as he speeds up. “Let me cum inside.”

You feel a sense of unease at that. You’re not on any birth control, so what happens if you get pregnant?

He must sense your hesitation, as he starts to reassure you with gentle touches across your body. “Please, your pussy feels so fucking amazing, little bird,” Keigo grunts into your ear. “You would prove yourself as my biggest fan if you just let me fill you up.”

A sense of excitement builds up in you. His biggest fan? Of course you’re his biggest fan, and you have to prove it to him. You have to let him know how much he means to you.

“Hhnggg, alright,” you groan, “please cum inside of me, Keigo, I want to prove it to you.”

“Such a good girl,” he chuckles at your response and grinds down on your swollen clit, and the pleasure shoots straight to your core. You’re thrown into such an intense orgasm that the bar you’re gripping is the only thing that keeps you standing, your knees wanting to buckle from the sensations rolling through you.

You feel his cock twitch inside of you, pace stuttering as hot cum paints your walls white. There’s so much that it leaks out a bit, dripping down your leg. Finally the stimulation is too much, and he pulls out of you in such an abrupt movement that you whine at the feeling of being so empty. 

He readjusts himself into his pants, pushing your panties back into place to prevent any more cum from leaking out. You pull away from the bar a bit, only to stumble and almost collapse as your legs buckle. Keigo catches you easily, smiling at your blissed out look. “Here’s what we’re going to do next. Are you listening?”

“Yes, of course,” you nod your head several times.

“We’re going to get off at the next stop, and you’re coming with me. Do you understand?”

“What do you mean,” you answer hesitantly, confusion overtaking your features. The idea of going home with him is an absolute dream, but you have so many things to do. “I’m on my lunch break, so - “

“You heard me. You’re coming home with me.”

“But what about work, I really have to head - “

“Little bird, you disappoint me,” he sighs dramatically, shaking his head at you in disbelief. “I thought you were my biggest fan, but apparently work is more important.”

“No!” Your voice comes out slightly higher pitched than you intended as panic almost overtakes you. This is your chance and you’re about to blow it over something as trivial as work. “You’re right. Work isn’t important, not when it comes to you.”

His smile instantly returns, looking like the sun coming back out from the clouds. “I’m so glad.” He wraps an arm tightly around you as he leads you to the opening door. “I can’t wait to finally get you home, my little bird.”

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[comfortbucky]

requests? did someone say requests??😌

fluffy headcanon, mafia boss!bucky comes home after being away for a week or so and it’s just a cute ass reunion between the reader & him with lots of kisses & hugs n shit

or(take your pick) :)

one shot, where john walker is really rude to reader(insults her & shit), but she stands up for herself. they(her & john) get into a fight & bucky finds out by surprisingly swinging by her apartment. of course bucky is pissed, but he tends to her wounds. then for some stupid reason, john shows up at readers apartment & bucky loses it. but it ends in bucky admitting his feelings to reader n some fluff 😩

hope you find motivation for at least one of these:😚

hi yes hehe i did say requests🙈

i’m a sucker for tfatws!bucky so- (and john walker is a rat bastard🤣 so lemme go off)

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pairing: tfatws!bucky x fem!avenger!reader

warnings: john walker (grr), violence! and descriptions of bloody injuries

A/N: also! i sort of changed the prompt i hope u don’t mind too much🥺 // this oneshot will not be taking place during the canon timeline btw but inspired by the events/themes of tfatws

word count: 1.5 k

my masterlist!

completed requests!

Y/N sighed, as she plopped onto the couch after a long day. She, Bucky, and Sam had spent the whole day researching the Flagsmashers to try and track them down. It took all day, partially because Bucky needed a little extra help with learning how to use his laptop. She chuckled at the memory, grabbing the remote to turn her TV on. Suddenly, a loud, aggressive, knock interrupted her thoughts. She sighed and leaned her head on the back of her couch, taking a moment to debate leaving her very comfortable spot, before getting up to answer the door. Y/N knew that she probably should have peeked through her peephole before answering, but she wanted to return to the comfort of her couch as soon as possible. She opened it to see none other than John Walker, greeting her with a smirk. Y/N rolled her eyes.

“What are you doing here, John? How the hell did you even get my address?”

“All government property has GPS tracking in it," he said, pointing to her laptop on the kitchen table behind her. She turned and frowned as he continued. "Look, you need us, me and Battlestar, to take down Karli.” She looked back at John, laughing at Lemar’s alias.

“No way I’m letting someone who goes by Battlestar help me out.” He glared at her comment. “Or you, a Captain America wannabe.”

John took an aggressive step closer, way too close for Y/N’s comfort, as he replied. “I am Captain America, whether you like it or not.”

"You'll never be Captain America," she snapped back. "You don't have what it takes." He glared at her and put his face right in front of hers.

"How would you know? You're a pathetic excuse for a soldier," he spat and Y/N grimaced at John's spit landing on her cheeks. He looked at her, his eyes examining her body. She hated every second of it, his stare making her feel grimy all over, like she immediately needed a shower. “Who’d you fuck to get into the Avengers anyways? Bet it was Steve.”

John’s comment was immediately followed by Y/N’s fist connecting with his cheek, forcing him to stagger back into the hall. She’d heard concerns about her abilities as an Avenger before, calling her weak, fragile, a bitch, etc. But she knew they almost always came from misogynistic men, and was able to shrug their comments off because she knew that she could easily beat all of them to a pulp, no problem. But thinking that she would sleep her way into becoming an Avenger crossed a line. Especially someone she respected and had admired as much as Steve.

John held his hand to his cheek, where he’d been hit, and looked up to make eye contact with Y/N. He smiled and before stating in a condescending tone, “That was cute.” John kicked her in the stomach, launching her onto the floor of her apartment. As she groaned and started to get up, John chuckled and kicked her down before she got to her knees. He went to kick her again when she rolled away, dodging his kick and standing up quickly, panting as she responded.

“God, do you ever shut the fuck up?”

She kicked her leg up to deliver a roundhouse kick to John’s face, spinning around to punch his nose. He stumbled a couple steps back, regaining his balance before swinging a punch towards Y/N. She caught his fist before it hit her and John took the opportunity to use his free hand to grab his shoulder and knee her in the stomach. She gasped, getting the wind knocked out of her. He then threw her into a shelf, shattering several photo frames on the ground. She landed on her stomach, attempting to get up by pushing her self up on her forearms. Y/N felt a warm liquid on her cheek and touched it, pulling it away from her face to see her fingertips covered in blood.

“Asshole,” she mumbled, before standing up to continue fighting.

Several moments ago, Bucky had made the decision to show up at Y/N’s apartment. He pressed some random keys on his computer, and now there was an error message that wouldn’t go away on his screen. Stubbornly, he tried to fix it on his own but ended up making it worse. He sighed in defeat, closing his laptop shut and tucking it under his arm before heading over towards her apartment. Bucky was just down the hall when he heard the sound of glass shattering, his leisurely stroll turning into a sprint to Y/N’s door.

Bucky arrived to see you pinned up against a wall with John’s hand around ur throat. Your hands were desperately clawing at John’s, attempting to free yourself from his grasp. Fear and terror consumed him before a wave of fury took over. Immediately, Bucky launched into action, dropping his laptop in the process. He ripped John away from you, tossing him on the ground. Bucky moved to hover over John, punching him repeatedly in the face. Y/N finally caught her breath and crawled over to Bucky, placing a hand on his shoulder, signaling him to stop. He kept his eyes on John’s bloody and bruised face, lowering his fist.

“Touch her again, and I’ll kill you,” he snarled, releasing John from his grasp.

John rolled over, took a moment to catch his breath. Bucky was standing, fists still clenched by his sides, as he watched John get up and exit Y/N’s apartment without another word.

He closed the door behind him and immediately spun around to see Y/N struggling to get up, attempting to push up from one of her knees. Bucky instantly rushed to her side, helping her to her feet. He grabbed one of her hands in his own and placed his other hand on the small of her back, as he guided her to the couch. He examined her and felt a pain in his chest, looking at her black eye, cut cheek, and her bruised neck outlined with John’s handprint. Without saying a word, he stood up and returned with a first-aid kit from her bathroom. He sat back down and immediately started to tend to her wounds. As Bucky started to disinfect the cut on her cheek, he spoke.

“That was stupid of you,” he mumbled, gently dabbing antiseptic ointment on her cut. It was a drastic contrast from his behavior only minutes ago, nearly ready to murder John. He took a bandaid from the kit and delicately placed it on her cheek. Bucky then moved his hand to assess her black eye, his thumb softly grazing a soft patch of skin under her eye. She frowned and lightly pushed his hand away.

“I would’ve been fine on my own, you know.”

“Sit still so I can take a look at your bruise.” He responded gruffly, lifting his hand and attempting to look at her bruised eye again. She shoved his hand away, this time more aggressively, and tried to stand up.

“Just leave me alone,” Y/N said, wincing and clutching her abdomen in pain, causing Bucky to grab her waist and slowly lower her back down onto the couch. Fucking John Walker.

“Y/N.”

She pulled his hands off her and reluctantly sat down to face him.

“You don’t need to defend me, Bucky,” she spoke, Bucky sensing anger in her voice. “I’m not some weak, helpless civilian. I’m a god damn Avenger for christ sake!” As Y/N shouted, her voice wavered and her eyes started to well up with tears.

Her arms were crossed in front of her chest and Bucky sat with his hands resting on his lap. Although she was speaking to Bucky, she felt like she was more-so trying to convince herself of what she was saying.

“I know,” he said calmly, but with a stern tone, keeping his eyes locked on hers.

“Okay, so leave me alone.”

“I can’t.”

“Why not!”

“Because I fuckin’ care about you!” Bucky shouted, causing Y/N’s face to immediately soften.

Her arms dropped to rest in her lap and she froze as Bucky softly raised his hand to cup her cheek, captivated by his touch. He cautiously moved, worried she would push his hand away again, but she didn’t. His thumb gently caressed her non-cut cheek and he pulled her face close to his. She felt his breaths fan her face as he spoke.

“I know you’re one of the strongest Avengers,” he started. “And I know you could kick John’s ass any day of the week. But I care so much about you and I need you to be okay.” Bucky’s lips hovered over Y/N’s, lightly brushing against hers.

“I need you, Y/N.”

She responded by crashing her lips onto his, moving her hands to hold his face closer to hers. The kiss was full of passion, love, and unspoken feelings. When they broke apart, gasping for air, Y/N smiled at him and ran a hand through his hair.

“I care about you too, Buck.”

Bucky had never seen such a bright light in his 106 years of living.