#I WANNA KISS HIM ON THE FOREHEAD AND RIP HIM APART WITH MY TEETH

[tangirlisfangirl]

CONFUCIUS MY FUCKING BELOVED

(now excuse me while i go feral in the tags)

[sapphism-and-cyanide]

The joke where a guy goes "I'm not gay, but the things I would do to that man would make you think otherwise" but it's me, an enby lesbian @ Dottore, Scaramouche, and Albedo. And like I guess Childe kind of but like more so in the "I'll like hit it once, throw you on the floor, kick you in the gut five times, and then just leave you there" way lmfao

[queer-n-here]

C..can i be Anon 🍷? Also i have a lil request, chuuya overstim + edging if u can 🙏🙏

Ofc bro! Welcome to my annon fam! (I did add you to the annon fam thingy on my pinned post earlier hehe) But look:

Same same. So here's the fic.

Also... Who wants a Loki x reader fanfic? Cuz I was watching Thor: Ragnarok yesterday and I have a scenario in my head that I can't get out. Lemme know if y'all want it!

(Read the Loki fic here)

Contents: Edging and overstimming Chuuya

Warnings: Smut, top male reader, biting, mentions of nipple play, edging, dacryphillia, overstimulation, rough sex with gentle after care.

Fuck, Chuuya couldn't take it anymore.

You'd been at it for hours, for fuck's sake. You kept fucking him, over and over and over again, and not removing your hand from the base of his cock, not letting him come.

And even now, holding the back of knees and pushing his legs further apart, you kept going.

Chuuya, his face stained with tears and throat already hoarse, couldn't even think anymore. He just pushed his face into the crook of your neck, sobbing and begging senselessly for the release that you were holding away from him.

"Please, please, please, please, [Name], please..." It became his mantra, begging you so pathetically, even though he could barely form words with that brain of his turned to mush.

"You wanna cum, Chuuya?" You said, teeth gritted against the feeling of him clenching around you so hard it was getting hard to thrust in and out. "You wanna cum so bad?"

He nodded furiously, sweat-soaked hair sticking to his forehead, eyes puffy and red from all that crying. His entire body was covered in hickeys that you'd left him, and his nipples were still swollen and erect.

"Hmm... Should I let you?" You muttered, slamming your hips into his with such brute force that his head hit the headboard.

Chuuya cried out, fingers gripping your shoulders so hard that his nails had long sunk into your skin.

"Go on then," You took pity, finally, finally, and let go of his dick, placing your hands on either side of his head instead to support your weight.

He came from the third thrust, his body jerking and spasming under you as ropes of come shot out of his dick, painting both your abdomens white. He fell back against the bed, arms falling limply on either side as he huffed and panted, bruised chest heaving.

But fuck, you weren't done with him yet.

And by the time Chuuya realised that, he was already crying again from the overstimulation, feeling your dick continue to rearrange his insides, hitting all the spots that were even more sensitive and sore now. He whined, thighs trembling as you wrapped them around your waist before thrusting in again.

A couple rounds of sex later, everything beneath Chuuya's waist was so numb he couldn't hold himself up on his legs for the life of him. You'd ripped orgasm after orgasm from him, up untill he was shooting blanks. You didn't look like you were stopping anytime soon, but Chuuya felt like he would pass out if this went on anymore.

"[Name]," He said, voice hoarse from all the abuse. "[Name], I can't... I can't go on anymore..."

It was too much.

You could tell from his blown out pupils and the way his soft dick faced down that he was right for once. He genuinely couldn't take anymore. So you pulled out, jerking yourself off till you came over Chuuya's already cum-stained thighs, and then lay down beside him.

He was a mess. You took him to the bathroom to clean up, and he fell asleep in your arms inside the bathtub, letting you wash the bodily fluids off of him.

You knew you'd been tougher than usual on him today, so you didn't say anything, cleaning him up gently and pressing chaste kisses into his temple even though he was asleep. After drying him off, you took him to your room and tucked him in in the clean sheets.

"I'll go clean up your room, too, okay baby?" You pressed another soft kiss against Chuuya's forehead, watching him sleep peacefully.

[cheollipop]

Ok why is this San…https://twitter.com/intimatespaces/status/1669599909702402049?s=20

Idk but I feel like San the type to go feral and fuck you at crazy speed and overstimulate you and see you squirm and he get off it. Love to teach a lesson but also praising and degrade you all the same time?!

(Sorry on my english)

nsfw link

your english is just fine love <3 (pretending I didn't punch a wall and howl when I first saw this)—thank you for giving me a reason to write jealous san~

nsfw under cut—minors dni!!

you moved with san's heaving chest—your body stuck to his with a mixture of sweat and your head rolled back to rest over his shoulder. his arm firm around your waist, his other hand reached to grab your jaw, angling your head sideways to meet your eyes.

"what are you thinking about, sweetheart?"

he was mocking you, you could tell. his voice lowered an octave and his eyebrows furrowed in faux concern. you didn't need a mirror to invision your appearance—eyes rolling back with every lurch of his hips, drool and tears coursing down the sides of your face, lips bitten and swollen from san's torturous nibbles. you barely registered the question, partly due to the loud reverberation of san's thighs slapping against yours, pounding his cock into you ruthlessly. your mind hazed in a thick fog of pleasure, you babbled uselessly— repetitions of his name broken up by pathetic whimpers.

"you were all over yunho earlier, but you're screaming my name now, aren't you, darling?" He cooed, brushing your hair off your forehead to press a kiss to your temple.

his hips ground languidly into your sopping cunt, the smooth glide of his cock between your walls sending you over the edge for the third time that night.

"how many times was that?" he rasped into your ear, your thighs trembling violently and shutting around the hand san sneaked between them.

"w-wait-"

"don't wanna," he peppered kisses to the side of your head, pushing your legs apart once again and hooking them over his thighs, hammering his cock into you and fucking you through the overstimulation. "my sweet girl wanted to be a slut for the day, so I'm gonna treat her like one." three fingers landed a firm slap on your clit, then another, feeling a coy smile against the skin of your neck before they began moving over the sensitive nub, flicking it back and forth while you writhed atop of san's body. "you didn't answer my question, slut. how many times was that?"

your body jerked away from him and—with a broken cry—rolled sideways. "three- f-four!" you shuddered against his chest, the press of his cockhead into your g-spot hurling you into another orgasm. "sannie, I-I can't!" you grabbed a fistful of the sheets by your head, your other hand drawing thin crescents over san's knuckles where they held onto your waist, his cock relentless as it continued to piston into you.

"you can take it," he slotted his thighs behind yours, the hand on your waist slipping down to hold your hips, squeezing the flesh to spread you open for him. he started with a slow grind, sheathing his length inside your overstimulated cunt and groaning into the crook of your neck. "my good girl wants sannie's cum, doesn't she?"

it hurt when you swallowed the drool pooling in your mouth, your throat scratchy and dry from the moans san ripped out of you. you nodded frantically, pushing your hips back into him, your walls clenching uncontrollably around his cock. "w-want it, please."

"of course you do," he sunk his teeth into your shoulder, moving back to lick over the marks he left behind. "my little slut wants her pussy filled to the brim, doesn't she? until she's dripping cum everywhere," he chuckled wryly, angling his cockhead just right and returning to his relentless pace.

his rhythm grew desperate, cock twitching between your fluttering walls and profanities slipping off his tongue as he chased his high. elongated chants of his name escaped through your gritted teeth while you begged him to cum, your nerves on fire as he worked them to their limit with skilled drives into your dripping cunt. he came with a guttural groan, the arm around your waist bringing you impossibly closer to him as he emptied his load inside you, hot ribbons of white shooting deep inside you and, once again, pushing you over the edge.

"fuck," san shuddered behind you, holding onto your hip while his other arm slid beneath you and over your chest. "such a good girl for me," a firm thrust to stuff his length into your used hole, "all mine to use," and another as he shot the last of his load inside. he smoothed a hand over your sides, soothing the violent spasms shaking your body, your walls clenching around his softening cock as you came down from your high.

a proud smile tugged the corners of san's lips upwards, a breathy mutter muffled over your shoulder, "five."

[danikamariewrites]

what do you think about virigin reader x rhysand ? everytime i read a fic the reader is always so experienced😭 do you think you wanna write one for the virgin girlies 👀 only if u want to ofc!! 💋

Be My First (SMUT)

Rhysand x reader

Warnings: smut

Sitting on the bed Rhys kneeled above you, straddling you as he cradled the back of your head. You smiled against his lips as Rhys moaned into your mouth. You ran your hands up his arms gripping his biceps.

Rhys lays you down gently, kissing down your jaw to your neck. Your make outs were usually heated but never like this. You knew where this was heading and you want to have sex with Rhys, you’re just nervous that you won’t be any good. Or that he’d judge you for being a virgin.

It’s not like it was a big deal. You just hadn’t found the right person yet. You felt like you had with Rhys. He’s the perfect gentleman, always making sure everything he does is ok with you when it comes to physical contact.

As your thoughts continued Rhys felt you lax under him. Not in a way that told him to keep going but to stop. He shifts to meet your distant gaze and cups your face in his hands.

“Y/n? Are you alright? Did you want to stop?” He rushes out. You tilt your head blinking at him. “What? No, I’m fine I was just thinking is all.”

Rhys gives you a concerned look. You could tell he was confused by your distant tone. Sitting up you wrap your arms around his shoulders. “I have to tell you something. But I don’t want it to change what we’re doing tonight.”

Rhys leans away to look at you again, looking even more confused. “Darling what is it? You can tell me anything you know that.” You nod a little giving him a small smile. “I know, but I just don’t want things to be awkward.”

“It won’t be, I promise.” Taking a deep breath you hold his hands. “I’ve never…I’m a virgin. But, I really want to with you. I just don’t want you to be disappointed and not want me anymore.” You felt like you were word vomiting.

Rhys’ lips broken into a wide grin. “Are you making fun of me?” You said, feigning sadness. “You’re making fun of me I knew it I’m just-“ Rhys cut you off with a kiss. He rested his forehead against yours. “I’m not making fun of you. I’m just happy that you trust me. That you’d be honest with me and tell me how you feel. Let me make you feel good darling, it would be my honor.”

You bit your lip looking up at him through your lashes. “Show me Rhys,” you whispered in a seductive tone, “make me feel good.” Rhys looked like he was about to pass out. He nodded slowly, attaching his lips to yours again.

You pull Rhys down as you lean back against the pillows. Your hands tug at the hem of his shirt which he pulls off immediately. Breaking apart he starts to pull your dress up. “Can I take this off?” “Fuck yes.” He lets out a breathy laugh ripping it from your body.

Rhys’ breath catches in his throat, looking down at you only clad in a skimpy pair of underwear. “You can touch me Rhys.” You breathe out. His fingers ghost over your breasts down your curves and then traces the band of your panties.

Your hips jerk up at the touch of his fingers. He smirks down at you, “You want me to take these off?” He purrs. You let out a shaky breath and nod. Rhys kisses down your stomach to your still covered pussy. He could feel the wet spot forming from your arousal.

Rhys takes the band in his teeth and pulls your panties down your legs, tossing them aside. He spreads your legs and starts kissing your inner thighs. “What do you want first, darling? My mouth or my fingers?” Before you can give an answer he drags his canines across your skin nipping close to where you need him most.

“Fuck-your mouth Rhys. Please need your mouth.” You whine out. “Relax baby I got you. You ready?” You nod letting out a small uh-huh. Rhys starts slow, placing careful licks on your clit as your hips twitch at the new feeling.

Your moans spur him on and he runs his tongue through your wet folds, teasing your entrance making you moan. “More Rhys, please!” Rhys hums against your push and pulls one of your thighs over his shoulder. He dips his tongue in and out of you, flattening it and licking up to your clit.

You arch your back grinding your face into him moving your hips back and forth. “That’s it darling,” he groans in your mind, “keep riding my face just like that. My perfect angel.” Rhys continues eating you out bringing his thumb to rub circles on your clit.

You feel an unfamiliar tightening sensation in your stomach and feel your walls clench around Rhys’ tongue. “Go ahead darling. Come on my tongue, I got you.” You fist Rhys’ hair pulling him closer to you. You moan so loud you’re sure all of Velaris can hear how well their High Lord is pleasuring you.

You come harder than you’ve ever made yourself. You scream Rhys’ name over and over like a prayer. Rhys laps up your release, placing kitten licks on your clit.

Your legs shake a little once he pulls away licking his lips making sure he got all of you. Rhys rubs up and down your legs to calm you down. You stare up at him with half lidded eyes. “Fuck.” A light laugh leaves Rhys’ lips. “Rhys that was amazing.”

He leaves a soft kiss on your cheek, smoothing back your hair. “You were perfect.” “Yeah?” “Yes darling, you taste divine. I don’t think I’ll ever get enough of you. So fucking sweet.” He whispered in your ear. A stupid smile breaks out on your lips.

You turn your head to catch his lips. As you deepen the kiss you taste yourself on him and moan. Your hands find their way to his dark hair again tugging at the short strands.

You wrap a leg around his waist pulling him into you. Grinding on his clothed crotch you feel his cock harden and Rhys moans into the kiss whispering swears against your lips. Breaking apart you start begging for his cock.

“Need more Rhys. Need you inside me, please.” You whine. He sits up, undoing his belt and pulling his pants off. “Of course angel anything you want.”

Your eyes land on his considerable size. It excited and scared you at the same time. You knew it would hurt but you were silently hoping it wouldn’t last long. Rhys must’ve heard your thoughts because he cups your face, running his thumb over the apple of your cheek.

“It’s going to hurt at first. Relax and the pain will go away after I promise, angel.” “Ok,” you nod. “And if you want to stop or if anything hurts you tell me right away. Your comfort comes first.” You pull him in for a sweet kiss. “Thank you, baby. I’m ready.”

Rhys climbs over you placing his forearms by your head so his fingers can lightly run through your hair. He places kiss down your neck while teasing your folds with the head of his cock. When he slowly started to sink into you it felt weird, but good.

“Can I keep going.” You nod, your eyes fluttering shut. Rhys pushed in more and more until he was buried inside you. You let out a his at the pain from the stretch of him. You gripped at his shoulders letting out steady breaths.

When the pain started ebbing away you told him it was ok to move. His thrusts were slow and deep, melting the pain into pleasure. You were so sensitive, you could feel all of him.

Rhys started thrusting into you faster, angling his hips so his cock hit a part of you that made you see stars. “Fuck angel, you feel so good wrapped around me. So perfect, you take me so well.” His praise made you feel amazing. Your pussy getting slicker with each thrust.

“Rhys, shit. Feels so good, so good.” The rest of your words turned into an incoherent mess. You couldn’t think straight. All you knew was that your orgasm was approaching and you didn’t want Rhys to stop fucking you.

After a few more thrusts you were coming around Rhys. Your head going fuzzy as Rhys chased after his own high. His thrusts were sloppy but still felt incredible. His moaning became louder until his release was painting your walls.

Rhys dropped his head in the crook of your neck, panting and stroking your head. Your chest was rising and falling slowly as you calmed down. You couldn’t think straight never mind speak.

Lifting your arms off the bed you started tracing Rhys’ spine letting out a satisfied hum. Rhys picked up his head to look at your face. You give him a tired smile. Rhys pecked your forehead and pulled you against his chest, moving to a sitting position.

“How do you feel angel?” “Perfect.” He hugs you tighter. Rhys moves you to hold you bridal style and slides off the bed. You let out a questioning whine. “I’m cleaning you up, darling. This is part of it so let me take care of you.”

tags: @wrotethestars @nyotamalfoy @auggiesolovey @bubybubsters @baybay123455 @msiecrane @aroseinvelaris @twsssmlmaa

[dean-winchester-is-a-warrior]

Love; for the First Time

Summary: Y/N's first time with Dean may reveal other firsts for both of them.

Warnings/Explicit 18+: Smut. Fingering, Thigh Riding, oral (m/f receiving), hint of overstimulation, virgin!reader, age gap, loss of virginity, unprotected P in V sex, fluff, angst if you squint, Dean being the sexiest motherfucker ever.

Pairings: Dean Winchester x Y/N

Word Count: 3,843

A/N: Okay, so here is the Masterlist for the whole First Time Series even though it's not a traditional series. But the stories are definitely more enjoyable if they're read together/in order. But if it's your preference, you can still read them on their own. I've started this one with a small excerpt (in italics) from the last part, since the story picks up exactly where it left off.

A/N 2: For all intents and purposes, this is the final chapter of this little one shot series. But I have a tendency to revisit my couples, so I may return to them in the future, you never know. But for now, I hope you've enjoyed this slightly odd "series" that isn't really a series. Lol!

The beautiful divider at the bottom was made by @talesmaniac89

“Please Dean.” She begged, dropping her forehead to his shoulder and rocking herself back and forth on his thigh. “I need you. I need…need…”

Dean tipped her chin up so she was looking at him again. “What do you need, Y/N? Say it.”

Her stomach clenched tight at the look of fierce desire on his face; she knew it was only echoing her own expression. With all the boldness he’d taught her and all the confidence he’d instilled in her, she lowered her hand to cup the hard bulge behind his zipper making him grit his teeth and growl.

“I need you, Dean. I need all of you. I need you to fill me up. I need you to touch me and make me crazy. I need you to make love to me. I’m ready.” She ground down against his thigh again, and her voice was ragged. 

“I’m so ready.”

Y/N watched Dean’s eyes darken, and his jaw clench. His voice was low and ragged, desire making it rough. But his words were reassuring, kind, loving - as they always were.

“Are you sure, sweetheart? You know there’s no rush, no pressure. I can make you feel good, make you fall apart, get you to scream my name even without going all the way.” He said the last with a grin, but his eyes still burned.

Y/N smiled and kissed him, commanding and controlling the kiss, so that Dean hummed in a tone of surprise. She pulled out of the kiss and rolled her hips, grinding down against his thigh again, catching her bottom lip in her teeth as pleasure shot through her body. She continued to ride his thigh, hips rolling, as she spoke breathlessly. 

“I know you can, Dean, and I wanna take anything and everything you give me. But I wanna…” She leaned her forehead against his and stared deep into his emerald eyes so he’d know she meant it. “I also wanna give you me. All of me.”

She shook her head. “I’m not afraid, I’m not scared or nervous. I’m just on fire, and I need you, more than I’ve ever needed anything - more than breath.” She rolled her hips against him again, hard and desperate, bunching her hands in his dark gray Henley, and speaking against his plump lips. “Make me breathless, Dean.”

She exhaled into his mouth, and ran her tongue along his bottom lip. Dean growled and then captured her mouth, plunging his tongue deep inside, nearly reaching the back of her throat. She whimpered slightly and his hands tightened at her waist. His mouth and hands flew across her skin. He pushed her shirt up over her head, tossing it to the ground before he dipped his head and nipped at the puckered bud of her nipple through her lacy bra.

Seconds later, he flicked open the hooks at her back, and ripped the garment from her body. His hands slid up from her waist, passing over her sides and then spanning her upper back so he could hold her in place against his mouth. He laved her breast with his wide tongue, before sucking on it deeply, and causing her to let out a harsh groan.

With her head thrown back she wrapped her arms around his neck and rode his thigh, drenching his jeans through her panties, her denim skirt now bunched around her hips. Dean moved one hand down from her back, shoving it between their bodies, and pushing her sodden, cotton panties against her sensitive clit, making her cry out again.

“God, Dean.” She rasped out. “Uhn, please, please.” She chanted into his ear. “I need you.” She repeated. Dean shifted to her other breast and bit gently into the soft flesh, making Y/N shout out in surprised ecstasy, and dig her nails into his back muscles, rippling beneath the dark cotton of his Henley.

“Dean!” His name was just a keening moan, and she felt him harden even more beneath her; his cock straining behind his zipper. It must have been painful but, ignoring his body’s rigid heat, he pulled away from her breast, and set his big hands on her cheeks to pull her into a kiss that once again left her breathless.

He shifted in the seat, scooping her into his arms, so he was holding her like a bride as he rose from the chair and walked slowly down the hall towards his room.

When he got there, he set her on her feet, and turned on the light. He wasted no time in shedding his clothes. She watched intently as inch after tantalizing inch of his skin was exposed to her hungry gaze, until he was naked and glorious in front of her. His cock was tall and thick, resting against his stomach and Y/N bit her lip, unable to look away. 

She wasn’t scared, she trusted Dean completely, but she was curious, because he simply seemed too big to fit into her body. Where was he going to go?

Dean’s voice was gravelly and tight. “Do you want to touch me, baby? You can if you want.”

Y/N nodded and then caught his eye; his expression said he was holding himself in check. His jaw ticked, and his muscles were strained, his fists clenching and unclenching at his side. She walked forward and reached out her hand to wrap it around his cock. He hissed and then groaned as she rubbed her thumb across the slit that topped the head of his cock. As she pressed there, a bead of white bloomed and then dripped down over his velvety skin. She circled her thumb around his spongy head, spreading out the slightly sticky liquid evenly.

Experimentally, she tightened her grip slightly and slid her hand up and down his erection. Dean’s hips bucked forward, seemingly of their own accord, and the hot, hard shaft in her hand throbbed, making her mouth run dry.

She continued to explore his body, running her hands over all his skin, and moving behind him to pet and massage all the beautiful muscles that rippled there. Feeling bold and encouraged, she ran her hand over his plump backside, squeezing it as she walked back around to the front of him. It was firm but giving beneath her hand and the feel of it made her heart race.

As she looked back up into his eyes, she reached forward once again to grip his cock, entranced as she watched a vein bulge in his neck as he strained hard, desperately keeping himself in check while she touched him all she wanted. She shook her head in awe.

“You’re so unbelievably beautiful, Dean.” She leaned forward, his dick still throbbing in her hand, and pressed feathery kisses across his chest. She looked up at him from beneath her lashes. “So, beautiful.”

Dean smiled warmly even as she felt his heart pounding beneath her lips. “I pale in comparison, sweetheart.” He said softly, tucking her hair behind her ear. Y/N smiled shyly and stepped away from him to shed her jeans and panties. She stood before him naked, and the blatant want and desire she saw in his face made her body glow.

She took up his hand and then pulled him after her. She turned to face him, walking backwards towards the bed.

“Make love to me, Dean? Please. Please show me everything.” She pulled his other hand into hers and placed them both on her breasts. She arched into his hands, and wrapped her fingers around his thick wrists. “I’ve wanted you for so long. I’m so grateful for your patience, for your good heart, and for the way you make me feel so safe.”

She ducked her head. “Maybe this isn’t the right time to tell you, but…I love you, Dean.” She looked up into his unfathomable gaze and admitted the truth. “I’ve loved you for a very long time.”

He didn’t respond immediately, and Y/N wanted him to understand something. “Please don’t think you have to love me back. I don’t want to scare you or pressure you. But everything here in this place, between us, has been based on truth, on saying what we feel, and leaving no space for lies. So…I just felt I owed you the truth.”

Dean’s expression clouded over for a moment, a deep furrow settling on his forehead, making a line appear between his brows. He reached out to run his knuckles gently down her cheek, shaking his head.

“It’s such a bad idea to love me, sweetheart.” She saw fear spark in his expression before he stepped closer and cupped his hand under her jaw. He pressed his thumb to her bottom lip and closed his eyes.

“But I won’t lie to you here either.” He opened his eyes and bent his head forward to pull her top lip into his mouth and suck at it gently. He let it go and dropped his forehead to hers, letting their breath mingle for a minute more before he spoke, so softly she almost couldn’t make out the words.

“I love you, Y/N, all of you and completely.” He shuddered slightly and the fear entered his voice this time. “It scares the shit out of me, and I need to warn you that there might always be a part of me that’ll be sure I’m gonna lose you.”

Y/N tried to speak at that, but he pressed a finger to her lips and shook his head. “No, it’s okay, sweetheart. I’m just telling you because…well, because no lies, right?” He shrugged. “I’ll work it out. And every day you're here beside me will be one more day to push away the fear.”

She nodded and tears sparkled on her lashes before spilling over. This moment was more than she’d ever hoped for, and as Dean settled his hands on her hips and pulled her against him, she felt the heady combination of love and want, lust and tenderness wash over her, making her dizzy. 

Dean ran his hands over the swell of her hips and down over her backside before he wrapped one arm around her waist and reached his other hand between her legs from behind, pressing gently at her entrance and making her legs give out. If he hadn’t been holding on to her, she would have melted into the floor. 

She threw her head back and let out a guttural moan as he eased his thick finger inside her. Dean took advantage of her exposed neck to lay a trail of blistering kisses across her skin. He licked and nipped at her pulse and Y/N felt like she might burst into flames as she rode his hand. She instinctively lifted her leg up to wrap around his hip so that he could sink further into her body. He added a second finger and pushed them both in deeper, pumping them faster, as she clung to his neck and panted, dewy and warm across the tattoo on his chest.

He scissored her open on his fingers, stretching her with a pleasurable burn, before pressing his fingers back together and pushing hard on the sweet spot inside her, the spot that made her see stars, and nearly pass out from pleasure. He pressed it repeatedly, until her thighs trembled and she clenched hard around his fingers, ripples of rapture spreading out across her body.

She fell, boneless, against him, and he scooped her up again to lay her out on the bed. Instead of laying beside her as he’d done in the past, though, he climbed onto the end of the bed, shuffling forward so that he knelt between her feet. He let his fingers trail lightly over her soft curls, and caught her eye.

“I wanna kiss you,” he dipped his middle finger into her folds, causing Y/N to lick her lips, her breathing picking up, “I wanna kiss you, here.” The rough pad of his finger pressed against her clit and Y/N raised her hips, trying to get more friction. But he pulled his hand back and simply stroked her sex, giving her only a tiny bit of pressure when she desperately wanted more.

“Can I kiss you there, Y/N? Can I taste you? I wanna see the view from between your thighs when you come. I wanna take you apart and feel you explode on my tongue. Want you to dribble your juices down my chin. Say yes - tell me I can devour you.”

Y/N listened to the heated, intimate, and arousing words that were dripping from his lips and all she could do was nod, and croak out her agreement. “Yes. Yes.” She said quickly.

“Good girl.” Dean said warmly, rubbing the delicate skin of her pussy, and scratching his blunt fingernails through her curls. 

He sank down onto his stomach, and his face disappeared from her view just seconds before she felt him lick a stripe, wet and messy, through her folds. She let out a completely shocked shout, having no time to recover from the unexpected delight of his talented tongue, before he was pulling her bundle of nerves between his lips and sucking lightly.

This time she screamed and clawed at his shoulders. It took him less than thirty seconds to rip her second orgasm out of her. But he didn’t stop there. He took her over the edge again and again, sucking, licking, nibbling at her sensitive flesh. The blankets and bedsheets beneath her were drenched and completely twisted from her thrashing body.

But Dean never slowed. His tongue speared her, it twisted in circles around her clit, the tip flicking back and forth against her. He pushed his fingers into her welcoming body once again, continuing to stretch her, pushing in a third finger slowly, inch by inch while his tongue licked patterns into her tender flesh. He did take her apart as he said he would, over and over. It wasn’t until she was a shaking mess, her body quivering and her throat raw from her shouts of bliss, that he finally moved his body up hers, settling his hips between her legs.

She could feel his heavy cock resting against her slick folds as he leaned on his forearms, his strong arms on either side of her shoulders, keeping her safe under his weight and within the shelter of his arms. He pushed her sweaty hair from her forehead and then trailed his forefinger down the bridge of her nose and then over her parched lips.

She opened her mouth and sucked on the tip of it, before she let it go to smile at him. “You know,” she told him quietly, creakily, “the first time I ever saw you, I remember thinking that your hands looked so strong, like they could keep me safe.” She reached up to take his hand, and pressed all four fingers to her lips.

She shook her head, her eyes shining. “I had no idea just how right I was.”

Dean nodded. “I will always, always do whatever I have to, to keep you safe. I swear it.”

Y/N felt a tear slip down her cheek, happiness bubbling over. Dean sipped it from her skin, and then moved to kiss her, soft and sweet. He took hold of his cock and slid it through her slick; the contact with her overly sensitive clit had her biting her lip and pressing her head back into the pillow. 

Dean kissed the underside of her jaw, and spoke softly. “Keep your eyes on me, baby.” She looked at him, her eyes unfocused with lust. “I need to know how you’re doing.” She felt the spongy tip of his cock press bluntly against her entrance. “No matter what, if you need me to stop, I’ll stop, okay?” 

Dean’s voice was strained and his muscles were tense with unreleased tension and power, but she didn’t doubt him for a second; so she nodded to tell him that she was good. “I’m good, Dean.” She pushed her heels into the backs of his thighs urging him forward. “Please, come into me.” 

Dean groaned at that, and pushed forward.

Y/N felt herself stretch as he moved into her; there was a mostly pleasant burn as he opened her wide. He entered her slowly, giving her body plenty of time to adjust to him. She could feel the way his muscles vibrated with his restraint. As he finally sank into her to the hilt, he groaned savagely and buried his face in her neck.

“Fuck, fuck.” He mumbled. “You’re paradise, sweetheart. Hot, wet, paradise.” 

Y/N chuckled softly. She knew the feeling. Having Dean joined with her so intimately, to be so stuffed full of him, to feel him throbbing deep inside her, did indeed feel like heaven. She couldn’t imagine anything feeling better. 

Then he moved.

He moved slowly and shallowly, pulling back barely an inch and then pushing forward again. Again the stretch of him burned, but the friction of his hard cock gliding over her pulsing core walls made fire explode in her body. She wanted more, she wanted him harder, deeper.

He moved slightly again, easing her body open carefully, slowly carving a path for more vigorous movements as he slid out further every time. Until he was pulling out all but the tip before rocking his hips forward languidly. He gritted his teeth against his need to slam into her, trying desperately not to hurt her. 

But thrust by thrust, Y/N was losing any need for gentleness. It stung a bit, but she didn’t care, she needed him to ram into her body, she needed to feel him so deep, he’d leave an imprint, brand her, mark her. 

“Please, Dean. H-h-harder.” She gasped out. “Please!” She begged.

Following her urging he pulled out almost completely and then slammed himself back into her so deep she felt as though he was breaking her in half. But still she didn’t care. She wanted him to break her.

“Dean!” She shouted, her throat raw and scratchy, “Break me open!” She cried, half insane from her unfulfilled desire. But Dean heard the desperation in her tone, and knew it matched his own. So, he began to jackhammer his cock into her hot, dripping, body, watching her closely as her climax built and then exploded across her face. Her nails dug hard into his sides where she gripped him, and he shouted out his pain and pleasure, as he continued to ram into her with abandon. 

He was vaguely aware that she came again as he pounded into her body one last time, spurting into her, hot and thick. It felt like his orgasm wouldn’t end. He just kept shuddering and thrusting, pumping more and more ropes and of cum into her tight, clenching heat.

Finally his muscles gave way and he landed heavily on top of her. He meant to move off of her, but before he could muster the energy, she wrapped her legs tighter around his thighs, and her arms around his torso, keeping him where he was - head pillowed on her breast, listening to her hammering heart slow down in sync with his own. 

They laid that way for a long time, basking in the aftermath. Finally Dean worried he was crushing her, so he very reluctantly rolled off of her and out of her body. Y/N made a incoherent complaint that ended when he pulled her across his chest. They both dozed for a while, replete and more at peace than either of them could ever remember feeling.

Eventually they roused, Y/N kissing Dean’s chest as she drifted in and out of consciousness before finding his nipple and licking. Dean woke fully and growled, so Y/N woke too, and began to nibble his skin. And they began again.

They turned to each other two more times in the night. The last time, Y/N was too sore to take Dean inside again, so he just feasted on her instead, licking her soothingly, and undulating his tongue against the abused entrance to her body, dulling the throbbing there while still increasing her pleasure until she came on his tongue. 

Then he taught her how to take him into her mouth, how to suck him tightly, and how to pleasure him with her tongue. As his climax crested, he tried to pull away so he wouldn’t explode in her mouth, but Y/N wouldn’t let him, trying to swallow him down completely. She came close, licking her lips and scooping up what slid down her chin.

The whole night was spent in intervals of fierce rapture and idyllic tranquility. It was the most beautiful and soul-fulfilling thing that had ever happened to either of them. 

When they eventually fell asleep for good, they slept straight through until one o’clock in the afternoon. Dean woke up first, a delicious kind of ache in his muscles causing him to stretch long, and groan deep, rousing Y/N with his movements. Being unaccustomed to such vigorous night time activities, her body ached more, and her pussy was raw and tender. She hissed as Dean cupped a hand over her gently. 

Contrition shone in his eyes. “I’m sorry, baby. I’m gonna go run you a bath, and we’re gonna make that feel better.” Y/N nodded, but pulled his mouth down to hers for a long, passionate kiss. 

They were gasping as she pulled away and grinned at him. “It was worth every owie.”

Dean grinned back and then began to get up, but Y/N sat up and pulled him back down beside her. She smiled at him, a little shy, but beaming. 

“Dean, I meant every word I said last night. And it was an absolutely perfect first time, I couldn’t have asked for anything more incredible.”

Dean smiled back and brushed his lips across hers. “Me too, sweetheart, me too.”

Y/N giggled lightly. “It was your first time too?” She said, pretending astonishment.

Dean chuckled, and then shook his head, his face becoming more serious. “It was actually.”

Y/N frowned at him, still smiling. “What?” she asked in confusion.

Dean looked down at his lap for a moment before looking back into her eyes. “It was the first time I’ve ever slept with someone…someone I love.” He blushed slightly, and Y/N couldn’t believe what she was seeing; her confident, sexy hunter looked shy and unsure for once. 

He cleared his throat. “First time I was with someone that I plan on making a life with.” He shrugged. “I’m not sure exactly how this goes now.”

Y/N smiled widely and climbed into his lap to wrap her arms around his neck. “Well, looks like we have tons of firsts to explore together then.” She kissed him softly and then smiled against his lips.

“First time for everything, after all.”

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Almost: Levi Ackerman x Reader

Modern AU Levi Ackerman x Reader fanfic I've been dying to write! Levi is my latest hyper fixation so this was bound to happen. There will be other AOT characters in the mix, but remember this is a modern AU!

Chapter 4 - Tequila

Chapter Summary: Levi has to tend to some work things, which leads you to turn to your second favorite drink to coffee: tequila.

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☕︎⋆˙⟡♡☕ LEVI ☕︎⋆˙⟡♡☕

Fucking Erwin. He never bothers me, but when my dick is hard and I'm making out with a beautiful woman, he decided to call.

"What." I say through my teeth, turning towards the wall.

"Why are you so grumpy?" Erwin asked with a slight giggle.

"It's Saturday, my day off, and you're calling me."

"You never care if you have to take work calls on weekends. Unless -"

"If you finish that sentence I will punch you right into next week."

"Jesus, Levi." I could tell Erwin was shaking his head on the other side of the phone. "We need you to come to the office. One of the stakeholders has dropped out of the latest project and the team is in shambles."

I sucked my teeth, leaning my head back. "I'll be there soon."

The last thing I wanted to do was leave you because 1. I enjoy spending my time with you. 2. My dick is hard as fuck and now I'm gonna have to jerk off later tonight to relieve myself.

When I turn around, you're already up and grabbing my coat for me. Your eyes have a slight sheen to them, almost like you're about to cry.

"I had fun." Your smile is kind, which makes leaving that much harder.

"I'm sorry." I grab my coat from your hands, a sigh leaving my lips.

"We'll talk soon."

☕︎⋆˙⟡♡☕ BRATTY BARISTA ☕︎⋆˙⟡♡☕

"We'll talk soon." Levi kissed your forehead, leaving your apartment.

What the fuck does that mean? Levi is so elusive, you think you know what he's thinking when in reality you have no idea. You couldn't believe he just... left. You knew it was work related, but still.

But what the hell do you know about being a CEO.

You slid your phone out of your back pocket and typed in Nina's name.

You: Let's go out tonight.

Nina: You've never asked for a girls night out... what's up?

You: Can't I be spontaneous?

Nina: Nope.

You: Well I wanna go out tonight. Are you in or no?

Nina: Duh. I'll be at your place at 8.

Did you want to go out because you wanted to be 'spontaneous' or did you want to go out to get your mind off Levi?

The latter. Obviously.

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Staring at yourself in the full length mirror, you glide your hands over your curves that Levi was touching before. You swear you could still feel his firey touch.

You turned your body to the side, nodding in approval of how your ass looked in your dress. Your heels twist as you take one last look in the mirror before hearing knocking at your door.

Your dress is a black, high neck, ripped dress with a slit to show off your thigh. You paired it with black strappy heels and small gold hoops. Your makeup is different from the usual - still glowy but more dramatic and your hair was in loose waves.

Truth be told, you didn’t want to let yourself fall to fast for Levi. You had 2 dates with him - that didn’t mean he was yours. Not that you even knew what you were, the dating climate is so fucked up that it seems like everyone just wants to hook up but never have a mental and emotional connection.

You’ve hooked up with plenty of guys before, but they’ve never made you cum. How sad is that? With the amount of dicks that have been inside you, not one actually pleasured you.

“Knock knock!” Nina interrupted your thoughts. “Can you let me in?”

The sound of your heels against the hardwood floor echoed. “Sorry!” You open the door with a smile. Nina greets you with a hug and a bottle of tequila.

“I brought your favorite so we can pregame! The club won’t be actually fun until like 11.”

“Give me that.” You swipe the bottle, unscrewing the cap and pouring a shot in your mouth.

“Damn, bad date?”

“Not bad, but he left when we were getting hot and heavy.”

“Um what?” Nina’s eyes were in disbelief.

“Yeah. Let’s not talk about it.” Your mind wanders to your phone. You put it on do not disturb and haven’t checked it since you asked Nina if she wanted to go out.

Nina could talk for hours. She told you about her latest flings, some work gossip, and how she thinks she’s now lactose intolerant.

4 shots later, you and Nina were buzzed. Nina called the Uber, and you both were off.

The club was about a 15 minute drive away. It’s a newer club that everyone was at every weekend.

You felt your phone buzz in your purse, but did nothing. The Uber pulled up to the club around 10:30. You could faintly hear the music from the building, bodies flooding into the doors.

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“Tequila pineapple, please.” You ask the bartender, handing him a $10.

“There’s so many cute guys here!” Nina wiggled her hips to the music, sipping her drink.

Nina is right, there are a lot of cute guys here.

None of them come close to Levi Ackerman.

But that man is not yours.

Bzzzzzz.

You ignore your phone again, swaying to the beat. You feel a body crash into yours, slightly spilling your drink.

“I am so sorry.” A taller man said, grabbing napkins from the bar behind him. “I should look where I’m going.”

The man had light brown hair that matched his eyes. His body towered over yours as he handed you napkins. “My name is Jean.”

You tell Jean your name, shaking his hand softly. “It’s okay, no big deal.” You sipped your drink, feeling your anxiety fade away. “You owe me another drink though.”

“Honestly, I wanted to get you one anyways. You look gorgeous.”

A blush graced your cheeks as you walked to the bar, ordering another tequila pineapple.

Bzzzz.

Bzzzz.

Bzzzz.

Nina found you and brought 3 new friends: Eren, Armin, and Mikasa. Eren had longish hair with green eyes, Armin sported blonde locks with stunning blue eyes, and Mikasa was one of the most gorgeous women you’ve ever seen. Dark and sharp features. You might also be scared of her.

“You found Jean!” Eren laughed, punching his shoulder lightly. “We’ve been looking for you!”

“Yeah, yeah.” Jean placed his hand on your waist swaying slowly to the beat of the music.

Bzzzzz. Bzzzz. Bzzzz. Bzzzzz.

“Ugh, one second.” You pulled away from Jean, taking your phone out of your purse.

Levi: 10 unread texts

Levi: 11 missed calls

As you were putting your phone in your purse, a call popped up.

Levi is calling…📞

“Hello?” You covered one of your ears, trying to hear him over the music.

“Where the fuck are you?” Levi’s tone was filled with anger. “I’ve been calling you for hours.”

“I’m out. Is that okay?” The sarcasm jumped from your tongue.

“Where.”

“Where what?”

“Where are you?”

“Ummmm. The club is called Vibe. I’m not sure where though.”

“Why haven’t you been -“

“Gotta go!” You pressed the big red button, throwing your phone in your purse.

Jean dances with you for a few more songs, asking about your life as much as he could since it’s so loud in the club.

Then you feel a familiar hand on your waist, forcefully pulling you into him.

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MAFIA

Pairing: Kim Taehyung x Reader

Genre: Mafia!AU

Word Count:  1.6 k

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I. Want. Taehyung!

You were just going crazy. Taehyung and Jungkook decided to drive you crazy. Taehyung in that during the entire time you were in the hospital, he did not go further than a kiss on the forehead or on the hand. And all because the fucking stitches in your thigh ripped the day after you tried to do more than just kiss. And Jungkook with his cares about you like a child, almost feeding you from a spoon!

But finally you returned home. No more doctors or reasons for Taehyung to reject you. You hugged Taehyung from back as he took off his shoes, sliding your hand under his shirt to rest on his abc. Taehyung took your hand, placing a kiss on it before walking forward, discussing ordering for dinner.

You pulled your hand away from Taehyung's, stopping. “You seem to want this fucking pizza more than me!” you shouted at him, no longer able to contain your irritation at his tenderness and innocence towards you.

"What?" Taehyung turned in your direction looking at you in confusion.

“I'm tired of your baby kisses! What? When I said that I love you, are you no longer interested in me? Did you want me before just because you couldn’t have me?! What, now I don't excite you anymore?!? You don’t even want to touch me?!” you continued to scream loudly at him, surprising yourself with how angry you were.

You exhaled loudly as Taehyung slammed you into the wall, knocking all the air out of your lungs. He squeezed your throat, not allowing you to even squeak, looking at you with a heavy, hungry gaze. "SHUT UP !!!" Taehyung shouted. “Fuck... shut up,” his low tone made everything inside clench. “Do you even have any idea how much effort I spend trying to restrain myself from to fuck you till unconscious?! What??? What did you just say?! I don’t want you???!?!?!?” goosebumps ran across your skin as Taehyung pressed his hard cock into your stomach. “Don’t take my self-control for lack of desire, baby!” Taehyung growled, pressing his lips to yours.

Jungkook's loud sigh made Taehyung take a big step back from you. You growled... And when did this child manage to come in?! You swore in your mind, watching as Jungkook continued to scold Taehyung, who bent over with his palms on his knees, trying to somehow hide his boner. “Not even an hour has passed since she was discharged from the hospital, and you have already pounced on her like a hawk on a defenseless rabbit? She was shot! Twice! Don’t be afraid, nuna, I’ll protect you from this pervert!” Jungkook said as he continued to slap Taehyung on the back.

You grabbed Jungkook by the hair, squeezing it tightly. “I rented an apartment for you, so why are you here? Who are you going to protect? Wanna die?" you growled, sending Jungkook a death glare.

“Oh, sorry, hyung. It seems I got it all wrong. The horny pervert here is not you!” Jungkook laughed before running out of your house as you picked up the first shoe you found, throwing it at him. You slammed the door, taking out the batteries from the lock on the front door, so that no one could come in.

You exhaled loudly as Taehyung pinned you against the door, sinking his teeth into your shoulder. His hand slid under your shirt, squeezing your breast. He turned you to face him, pressing his lips to yours. You turned into melted ice cream in his hands. One kiss with him practically brought you to orgasm. You wrapped your legs around his waist as he lifted you up, pressing you completely against the door with his body.

Your head was spinning with pleasure, you didn’t even remember how you ended up naked on the kitchen table. Your legs were on Taehyung's shoulders as his tongue drove you wild. You clung to the table, moaning loudly as you came from his tongue.

“Fuck,” you growled along with Taehyung, when the next moment he pushed his full length into you, making you gasp. “Taehyung... Fuck... so deep,” you moaned as Taehyung made deep points into your pussy.

“Baby, you are so incredible that everything seems like a dream...”

“Slow down Taehyung” you tried to pull away.

“Don’t even think that I will restrain myself even 1% after your words.” Taehyung pressed your hands to the table. “I will show every depraved and dirty thought I have about you! So that you never even have the thought that I don’t want you!!!” Taehyung growled as he continued to thrust his entire length deep into you. Taehyung pulled out of you, pulling you with him. He grabbed the knife before stabbing it into the countertop near the sink. You exhaled when the next moment you found yourself pressed with your face next to the knife. “Let's start with the first depraved thought that visited me in this house!”

“Fuck...” you moaned as he gave a hard thrust into your pussy.

"Do you remember that night baby?" Taehyung growled in your ear. “You acted so fearlessly in front of me!” Taehyung laughed. “I spent the whole night jerking off, lost in fantasies of pinning you down here and fucking you until you begged for mercy.” Taehyung gripped your hair, pulling you onto him. “But you know what, my baby... even then I wouldn’t have stopped!" you screamed in pain as Taehyung's teeth dug into your skin. Taehyung turned your head and kissed you. Your eyes widened when you tasted blood.

You won’t have to go back to the hospital after this, will you??? You thought, realizing that there would hardly be at least one spot left on your body that was not damaged.

Taehyung squeezed your hands behind your back, pounding into you harshly. The pain from his bites and your wounds mixed with pleasure, driving you crazy. You were completely lost in time... just like Taehyung, who was completely consumed by his dark fantasies, making you cum again and again...

You opened your eyes found you on the floor looking around the dark living room, unable to understand whether it was earlier morning or already evening. You moaned in pain. You couldn't even take a normal breath because Taehyung was lying on top of you. You laughed quietly when you felt a pillow under your thigh, on your injured leg. Even in the form of a ruthless beast, he does not forget to take care of you. You raised your hand and groaned. Taehyung really intended to eat you, you thought, looking at all the bite marks and red marks from Taehyung’s fingers around the bandage that was on your wound. You turned your eyes to Taehyung, who was still sleeping. You covered your mouth to prevent yourself from laughing out loud. It seems Taehyung has a rage and now you have too. You ran your fingers over Taehyung's shoulder, which had marks from several bites. For a moment, you wondered how long Taehyung continued to fuck you. Wow... You didn’t even expect such a reaction to your words. It’s not that you didn’t have hope for her... but the fact that Taehyung would blow his mind to such an extent came as a surprise to you.

It made everything inside you clench. Fuck, you moaned when you felt Taehyung’s dick was still inside. The sensations made your pussy throb, clenching around Taehyung's cock, which became harder and bigger each time.

“You're a $&*%_/&!*#" Taehyung muttered something under her breath, squeezing your body tightly. You exhaled as his hips began to move slightly, causing his cock to move slightly inside you. Gosh, even in sleep his body fucked you...

“Taehyung” you moaned as Taehyung ran his tongue along your neck, biting it lightly. You chuckled as Taehyung's body tensed, stopping his thrusts.

“Baby,” Taehyung muttered sleepily, breaking into a wide smile. “It seems that even in my sleep, my body wants to fuck you!” Taehyung laughed quietly, meeting your gaze.

“Of course I’m flattered, but could you please pull your dick out of me?” you moaned

"Why I must do such silly thing?" Taehyung ran his tongue over your lips. “You're clenching around me so hard, it's like your pussy is begging to be fucked,” Taehyung moaned, thrusting shallowly into you. “So hot... So dripping... so needy...” Taehyung continued to thrust slowly into you, making all your body tremble. "Your head doesn't seem to know at all what your body wants." Taehyung lightly tapped your forehead with his finger. Taehyung knelt between your thighs, removing his cock before slowly thrusting his full length again. “Then it’s worth fucking you every time until the moment when your head turns off and only your true desires remain.” Taehyung continued to practically pull out and push in the full length of his dick into you. You were trembling, each thrust made everything inside turn over.

“Taehyung” you gasped as Taehyung lifted your hips, each thrust hitting your g-spot. "Fuck"

“Yes, baby... I really liked the way you cursed when I tried to stop..." Taehyung pull you into his hand. "How you begged me not to take my dick out of you. How you moaned my name, telling me how and in what positions you want me to fuck you.” Taehyung moaned as he pushed you down onto his cock. You wrapped your arms around his neck, enjoying every thrust. “I’ve never dealt with drugs... but your body is the only thing I’m willing to be completely dependent on!” Taehyung left kisses on your neck. His tenderness drove you even more crazy than his wildness...

“I love you” he whispered in your ear

“I love you too, Taehyung!”

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Foolish dumbification but he’s the one being fucked dumb

I mean, he's already a himbo, but I'll see what I can do ;) Enjoy~!

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When Foolish came to you with his request, you initially laughed it off. "I dunno Fool," you'd chuckled. "You're a bit of an airhead already. Are you sure you wanna make that worse?" The determined, yet submissive look you received in response had been your answer.

So here you were, stroking your deity of a boyfriend, alternating between his dual members while a machine with his favorite toy fucked into his plush ass. Foolish was absolutely wrecked as he fell against your chest, another orgasm wracking his body. You smiled softly, watching him fall apart at your hands.

"Gods look at you Foolish," you cooed, holding his face still in your hands. You chuckled darkly at the whine that left the shark hybrid's throat; he really was a mess. Drool dripping from his lips where sharp teeth bit into his gag, hair absolutely frazzled, and emerald eyes glassy with lust. "What's that make baby, six orgasms?"

An incomprehensible response came from Foolish, the cog wheels practically audible as he struggled to offer you a response. "You don't need to talk sweet boy," you said with a smile. You brushed his messy hair away from his face, your chest swelling with pride as this literal god looked to you with such reverence.

"Think you got one more for me?" Foolish whined softly, and you could practically taste the indecision. You knew he was torn between "more, more, more!" and "no more, I'm done". Thankfully, you two had a safeword. Gently, you undid his gag, a gush of drool following behind. "Tell me sweet boy, if you can."

A soft groan left golden lips, throat raw from his pleasured screams. "...?" was all you got in response. Not satisfied with your answer, you tried a more physical method. Lifting his huge hand from where it held him up, you helped support his weight as you held his hand.

"Yes or no baby, do you want to keep going?" you asked, slightly stern in your question. It took a moment and you stopping the machine for Foolish to formulate an answer in his foggy mind. Slowly, he tapped the back of your hand once; "yes".

You kissed his forehead and with a flick of your wrist, had the machine back on fully blast, fucking into your totem boyfriend. Foolish cried out, his voice crackling under the pressure. You let him fall into your lap, sweet praise falling from your lips. "Such a good boy for me, my good dumb boy," you told him, fingers running through his hair. "But if you can think that much, you're not where we want you, isn't that right?"

Foolish only whimpered, hips bucking from the pleasure. You watched in awe of this hybrid before you, toned body writhing and shivering as waves of pleasure flooded his form. Feeling generous, you slipped your hand back down, soft skin enveloping both his members.

With a final cry, the harshest orgasm he'd ever felt ripped through the totem hybrid. Hardly any cum fell from his dual cocks as his entire body shook and shuddered. You turned the machine off quickly, not wanting to overstimulate your godly lover anymore than you already had.

Arms failing, Foolish fell face first onto the plush surface of your bed. You were quick to help him roll onto his side, reaching for the water you'd put nearby preemptively. "Easy baby," you soothed, helping him sip the water as it cooled his overheated body and helped him rehydrate. "You did so good for me Foolish, you were so good."

A tired smile met his lips as he looked up to you in adoration. Not a thought crossed his mind as you began to pamper him, ground him with physical touch. He may not have had a thought behind his emerald eyes, but Foolish was truly lucky.

He was your lucky mindless boy.

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WHATEVER YOU WANT! ⌇JEON JUNGKOOK ࿐

— PROMPT: waking up next to you, breakfast in bed, a party with his friends— jungkook swears his birthday can’t get any better, or can it?

— PAIRING: jungkook x f!reader

— GENRE: established relationship, smut (minors dni)

— WORD COUNT: 1.89k

— WARNINGS: birthday sex <3, rough, unprotected sex (don’t even try it), no plot whatsoever, kinda shitty, brief mentions of exhibitionism, lots of dirty talk ;), whiny!jk, domish(?)jk, spanking, praise, panty ripping, cervix fucking (maybe?), creampie (let me know if i missed anything)

— A. NOTE: FOR THE PERSON THAT REQUESTED THIS THANK YOU & IM SORRY. if this is actually horrible, ignore it LOL… um yeah not proofread so shhhh p.s. ty all for 400 followers ily <3333 p.s.s happy birthday jungkookie i luv u with my entirety forever n im sorry this is so late :,)

jungkook thinks he’s had the best day of his life. he woke up next to you, his beautiful girlfriend. you cooked him the most delicious breakfast and served it to him in bed. he was showered in love and praise by you and his bestest friends. and to top it all off, you threw him a party claiming, “you’re 25, baby, you need to live it up with your friendssss!”

and just when he thought the night was over, you had yet another surprise waiting for him at home. the surprise being you.

“koo,” you whine, back pressed against the cool door of your apartment. his head is shoved in your neck as he eagerly nips and bites at the sensitive skin. “koo, wait t-till– oh, fuck,” you whimper as he finds your pulse point. “unlock the door, first,” you tell him breathily as you throw your head back against the wood.

he shakes his head, “baby, you said i’m the birthday boy,” he reiterates your very own words. “said that i can do whatever i want,” his head dips lower, mouth on your collarbone as his voice gets an octave lower. “so, if i wanna fuck my girl outside, then m’ gonna do just that.”

your knees nearly give out with his sexy, deep voice shaking you to your core. the idea of your neighbors walking outside to the two of you going at it like bunnies excites you. it makes you leak.

“you’re so fuckin’ sexy, baby, goddamn,” he grunts, his hard cock digging into your lower abdomen. as you let out another soft moan at the feeling, he chuckles darkly, “so sensitive, too, you want me to fuck you, baby?”

you nod your head ceaselessly giving him pleading eyes. “wan’ you to fuck me however you like, koo, please,” you whisper, breathlessly. your thighs squeeze together to relieve the dull ache in your core, “m’ so wet for you, need you so bad.”

jungkook almost sees red at your words, hastily searching for the keys in the pocket of his jeans, muttering about how good he’s gonna fuck you and how he’s gonna make you feel so good under his breath. when he finally gets the door unlocked, he lets you in first before quickly trailing behind.

before you can do or say anything else, he slams the door and pulls you in for a kiss. it’s a sloppy kiss, your tongues dance, and your teeth clash. it’s intense and fiery and, fuck, it’s making the two of you mind-blowingly horny. his hands trail down your body before finding your ass, taking a handful and squeezing the flesh. it makes you let out a gaspy moan and jungkook can’t help but groan back at you. 

“need to fuck you,” he moans needily into your mouth.

you pull back slightly, resting your forehead against his heated one. “take me, baby,” you beg, exasperated. “koo, please,”

he’s quick to nod, taking you in for another kiss while guiding you to your shared bedroom. in the process, he’s peeling your tight shirt off your body only breaking from the heated kiss for a second to pull it over your head and fling it to the side. you moan into his mouth, tugging at his baggy, black shirt in hopes he’ll take it off. 

your attempts are futile as you hit the end of your bed, suddenly falling down with a gasp escaping your lips before you hit the soft mattress. his hands don’t wait before tugging your skirt off and throwing it behind him. 

he hisses at the sight of your body adorned with black lace, jungkook’s favorite. “fuuuck, you’re a sin,” he groans. “pussy’s probably so wet f’me, hm? waiting for me to split you in half and have my way with you?”

he reeks of confidence and you can’t help but gush like a fountain at his demeanor. he’s looking at you like he wants to ravage you and you’re more than willing to allow him. you nod as you squirm on the bed, hands falling to the sheets and gripping the fabric as if your life depends on it. 

“say it,” he demands, his authoritative voice drawing a small mewl from you just for it to get caught in your throat. 

“wan’ you to split me in half, koo,” you pant needily, missing his touch. “please, fuck me… touch me… make me yours, baby.”

he throws his head back as his confined cock twitches at your words. “turn around, baby,” he grunts, words nearly slurred.

you hum in compliance, quickly flipping yourself onto your stomach before perching on your hands and knees. you raise your ass up for him, wiggling it around in hopes of feeling his touch sooner rather than later. 

when you hear the loud clank of his belt, your stomach swirls in anticipation. he’s going to fuck you so soon and you can’t contain your excitement. so much so, that your panties are absolutely drenched in your arousal and you can feel it starting to leak. 

his hands finally find your skin and you gasp loudly, your body sensitive to his touch. they trail up and down your ass, griping the meaty flesh every so often. you don’t say anything, bottom lip finding purchase between your teeth. it’s when his heavy, tattooed hand slaps the skin harshly when you cry for him. your body jolts forward as the strike sends heat straight to your core making you clench around nothing. he repeats his action on the other cheek and you’re still not  prepared. you shove your head into your pillow to muffle your moans, but jungkook’s not having it.

he slaps your ass again, harder this time, “lemme hear your pretty voice, angel.” he coos and that’s how you know he’s not punishing you, but merely teasing you.

“jungkook, please,” you beg meekly, tears of pain and pleasure threatening to spill from your eyes. he hums, contemplating if he wants to continue teasing you. you resort to something you know he can’t deny. 

“koo, wanna feel you, your fat cock! need to feel you stretching me out, need your cum,” you desperately whine, trying to rub against him. you admit that you sound needy, but you know your boyfriend. you know how he gets even more desperate than you when you tell him all the dirty things you want him to do.

so when his breath hitches and his grip on your red ass tighten, you know you’ve won and you’ve awakened the most feral parts of jeon jungkook. 

all of a sudden, you feel his hands tracing the lace of your panties, trailing down until he finds your dripping hole. he takes ahold of the soiled panties from each side before using his strength the completely tear the flimsy fabric. 

you gasp once more, “jungkook!” you yell to scold him, but before you can, he quickly pushes his cock into your drooling hole. you feel all of him as he presses in, swiftly filling you up and stretching out your tight cunt. “f-fuck! shit, baby, oh my g-g–”

“tight fuckin’ cunt wraps around me so well, baby, shit,” he moans as you wrap tighter and tighter around him the deeper he goes. “made just for my cock. you’re my fuckin’ girl.” he mumbles, inching in even further pushing past the resistance. 

“jus’ for you,” you slur, eyes rolling back as it feels like he’s shoving into the deepest parts of your cunt, parts no one but him could ever reach. “fuck, so big, t-too big!” you cry, arching your back to ease the sudden full feeling.

“yeah? but you can take it, you always do,” he hums, voice cracking slightly. “like a fuckin’ champ, like my good fuckin’ girl.” as he bottoms out, he grunts out words that you can barely hear with the ringing in your ears, “gonna split you in half with my ‘fat cock,’ that’s what you wanted, no?” 

you feel the bulbous head of his dick mere centimeters away from your cervix and it has you reeling with a spinning head. your arms give out as your chest falls flat against the cool sheets on your mattress, yet your lower half stays up thanks to jungkook’s bruising grip on your waist. 

and when he pulls all the way out to slam back into you, you scream his name, tears reforming in your eyes even as they’ve rolled to the back of your head. “b-baby!” is all you can say. 

he whimpers softly. the term of endearment always brings warmth to his cheeks plus the feeling of your unrelenting arousal soaking his dick so he can glide in faster has him completely and utterly disheveled. much like you, he’s at loss for words, lucid thought becoming a foreign concept for him. 

“feels so fucking good, baby, pussy’s too fucking good,” he whines, slamming in and out of you. the room fills with the lewd noises of his balls smacking against your sloppy, wet pussy, your loud moans, and the soft creak of the bed frame as he rocks into you at a godly pace. “w-won’t last,”

and in one fluid motion, jungkook’s inked arm snakes under you as he pulls you flush against his chest. the tip of his cock kisses your cervix and you cry out, “koo! baby, fuck, there!” you throw your head back on his shoulder as he fucks into you panting in your ear like a dog in heat. 

your tits fall out of your bra, and with one arm wrapped around your waist to hold you up, his free hand moves to tweak your perched nipples. you moan even louder, clenching around causing his own string of moans to leave his mouth.

“fuck, baby, m’ gonna cum soon,” he pants, licking one of the many marks he left littered across the skin of your neck. “sh-shit, baby, are you close?”

you nod, “uh-huh, sooo fuckin’ close, baby,” you mewl. “m’ gonna cum, kookie, gonna c-cum! please, please, cum with me,” you babble as you feel the undeniable pressure in your stomach and battered core. 

jungkook groans, hand moving to rub vicious circles into your clit. you clench like a vice, gasping as you feel yourself about to erupt. his strokes nearly bruise your cervix and his uncoordinated rough touch on your clit sends sparks through your firey body. all it takes is one more stroke in the right place and–

“cumming! fuck!” he whines in your ear and your face contorts as you feel his cum spraying against your soaked, velvet walls. with a loud cry, you clamp down like a vice around his uncontrollably, twitching cock as your powerful orgasm washes over you. your legs shake while you’re filled with a hot load of cum. 

after a few minutes pass, you’re about to collapse, but jungkook holds you upright, cock still lodged deep in your pussy keeping his cum inside of you. 

“baby,” he whispers in your ear.

“hmm?” you hum, still out of your mind after the euphoric orgasm he ripped from you.

“thank you.” he presses a kiss to your shoulder. 

“mhm, happy birthday, baby…” you mumble, sleepily, “you still owe me new panties, though.”

he chuckles breathily, “anything you want, angel,” he mutters back at you. “lemme take care of you first.”

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[saetoru]

oh to have draken's balls in my mouth <3

notes: fem! reader, hand jobs, ball sucking, slight fingering at the end, i made this way softer than the other ball sucking drabbles lmao oops draken makes me soft

draken’s tired. he’s always been a little wonder, you suppose, always carried himself around even when he really couldn’t, but you think it’s time he gives himself a break.

so, with soft touches and a lingering gaze into his eyes, you slowly pull his hair out of his ponytail, letting the dark locks fall to his shoulders. he closes his eyes, sighing at the way you thread through his locks. and when your hand leaves his hair, wandering to other parts of him, down past his broad shoulders and defined abs, right past his v-line and to his member, he doesn’t have the heart to stop you. because he’s too tired, and he needs this.

“working so hard, kenny,” you murmur, pressing soft, wet kisses to his jaw. he hums, tilting his head and giving you more access as his rough hands find purchase of your hips, squeezing lightly.

“‘s been busy at the shop,” he groans out as you palm him through his pants. you climb off his lap, sitting yourself in between his spread legs as he stares down at you. and if he wasn’t hard before, he’s rock solid when he stares down into your eyes and sees the clear devotion in them. he slants his hips up and lets you slide his pants and boxers past them, exposing his leaking cock.

pressing a soft kiss to the flushed tip, you rub his thigh slowly, watching as his clenches his jaw and closes his eyes, letting his head fall back against the couch. he knows you’ve got it from here.

“i know,” you murmur. “never any alone time for us,” you pout softly, and he can’t stop himself from leaning down and stealing one, two, three soft pecks from you when he cracks an eye open as sees the curl of your lips. you taste so sweet, and he groans, missing the feeling of you after hours of work.

“i’ll get a day off for you, princess. we can do whatever you—ah fuck,” he hisses, cutting himself off when your thumb collects the pre cum at the tip of his stiff cock, making his hips buck slightly. slowly, you wrap your hand around his length, stroking him languidly as his head falls back once more, soft moans spilling freely from his mouth.

trailing sweet kisses up his thigh, you inch closer until you can take a heavy ball into your mouth, sucking gently as your hand works his dick at a steady pace. he grunts loudly, thighs quivering at the added stimulation.

“shit, baby,” he groans, large hand falling to the back of your head, keeping you in place. his hips thrust up into your hand, letting out deep grunts when you squeeze just a little tighter. “like that, babe—ngh, fuck.”

“love you, ken,” you whisper as you pop off of one ball, moving onto the other. he chokes on a gasp, harsh pants ripping from his chest as he approaches his orgasm slowly, face flushed and mouth hung open as you jerk off his aching member. there’s a soft whine from his throat when your thumb runs over the vein on the bottom of his cock, and you press your thighs together at the sound, arousal dripping from your core as you watch your boyfriend’s large figure fall apart right above you. “always take care of me, wanna do the same,” you murmur.

“yeah?” he chuckles, looking down at you fondly. affection swirls in his dark eyes as he looks down at you, and his gaze shifts to your hand wrapped tightly around his thick girth. and when your mouth reattaches to his balls, sucking the sensitive sac again once more, his breath hitches in this throat as he grips the cushion tightly, a breathy, drawn out moan falling past his lips as his orgasm crashes over him in waves.

thick, hot spurts of cum shoot from his tip, coating your hand as you stroke him through his high, watching in awe as his face slacks in pleasure, eyes squeezed shut and bottom lip tugged between his teeth. sweat glistens on his forehead, and you feel your chest swell up with pride that you make draken fall apart like this, putty in your hands.

“f-fuck, baby—oh shit,” he curses as he cums hard, hips bucking up faster as he chases the friction of you fisting his member, a ghost of a whimper bubbling from his throat as the last spurt of his cum spills from his tip.

grinning, you climb back up onto the couch, cupping his cheek with your good hand, gaze softening when he leans into your touch. he catches his breath for a moment before cracking his eyes open and meeting your gaze, pulling you into a sweet kiss.

“wanna cum in you this time,” he says in between kisses, nipping at your lower lip as he pulls you straddle his hips, fingers slipping past your waistband and sinking into your wet heat.

[38riku]

FROM ME TO YOU | EREN Y. & ARMIN A.

synopsis: eren let’s armin fuck his girlfriend as a birthday gift.

warnings: 18+ content minors do not interact; gagging, unprotected sex, voyeurism, oral (m. receiving), hair pulling

EREN grit his teeth as he watched you giggle for the umpteenth time at something ARMIN had said. He knew he had nothing to worry about, you were his girlfriend after all, but something about the small, unnecessary touches rubbed him the wrong way.

“You alright?” He blinked and you were no longer seated next to his friend, instead taking a place beside him with a worried expression.

“Yeah, just having trouble with a problem that’s all.” You raised a brow, leaning over to observe his paper that he had no trouble at all completing. “Seriously,” He used his arm to cover up the questions, “But I got it now.”

“Hmm, okay. I’ll be back in a bit.” Kissing his forehead, you left the study room, leaving the two males in an tense silence. Eren isn’t one to beat around the bush. So, without missing a beat, he asked.

“You wanna fuck my girlfriend don’t you?”

Armin merely chuckled at the question, “Everyone wants to fuck your girlfriend.”

For some reason, he couldn’t bring himself to be mad at the statement, finding his honesty amusing and appreciated.

“Say, your birthday is coming up.” He stated aloud, tapping his pen on his chin as he watched the blonde’s face scrunch up in confusion. “How would you like to fuck her?”

The question hung in the air, his face growing red by the moment. “W-What? She’s your girlfriend! And you’re crazy about her.” He said, biting on his bottom lip.

“Not to mention she’d never agree to that.” The brunette laughed loudly at his claim.

“She loves to please me, and, if I say watching someone else fuck her gets me off she’ll do it. Yeah, I’d probably kill you under any other circumstances but color me curious.”

Armin would be lying if he said the thought hadn’t plagued his mind. Your relationship was purely platonic, and he was good with that, good with viewing you as the smart friend who helped him find research papers and texts.

But when you started dating his best friend six months ago, well, it was as if a flip switched inside his head. His feelings escalated into something that can only be described as a forbidden desire.

“So?” Tapping his fingers on the wooden table, Eren grinned mischievously, knowing he had him right where he needed him.

“Okay.”

“F-Fuck” Armin whispered as he watched you slide your tongue on the underside of his dick. Your doe eyes wide and seeking approval as you stared at him expectantly.

Fully taking him in your mouth, he withheld a groan, his hands clenching the bedsheets. “Got a mouth on her doesn’t she?” Eren commented, knowing the feeling of your throat squeezing around his length all too well.

“Yeah,” Was all he managed to say before an unhinged moan was ripped from his chest. His hands flew to your hair, his hold gentle as he watched you deep throat him. The gag you let out made his head spin with pleasure and pride.

“That’s it baby, you’re doing so well.” Your boyfriend praised you, watching from his seat at his desk as you sucked off his best friend.

Another moan floated through the air as you continued your ministrations tenfold, feeding off of his praise like a leech. Armin’s grip on your hair tightened as he began to thrust into you. Nowhere near as rough as your used to but enough for you to know he was close.

Slowly, you removed him from your mouth, wrapping your neatly manicured fingers around his dick as you started to jerk him off. “On my chest okay?” You fluttered your lashes, words dripping with a honeyed sweetness as you watched him fall apart.

With your free hand you cupped your exposed breast. Taking your nipples between your fingers, pinching and pulling in a pleasurable manner.

“Go on.”

His eyes rolled back as hot, white ropes of cum spilled onto your breasts. Armin’s chest heaved up and down as he watched you scoop up his mess with your fingers and lick them clean.

“A vixen isn’t she?” Eren asked as he walked over to kiss your neck sweetly, whispering “Fuck him good baby, I’ll be watching.” And with another butterfly peck to your collarbone, he went back to his seat.

Climbing over the blonde, you held his dick in your hands, positioning it so it hovered over your needy hole.

You couldn’t believe you were doing this. But, whenever your boyfriend asked you to do something with those jaded irises and syrupy tone — you couldn’t say no.

Sinking down on him in one fluid motion, a loud smack echoed in the air as your ass met his thighs, lewd moans ripping out of the both of you. He was wider than Eren, the stretch burning more than expected but it was intoxicating.

“You feel so good gorgeous I- fuck,” He groaned, eyes rolling to the back of his head as you started to roll your hips. Wanting to ground himself as much as possible, he held your waist, nails digging into your side semi-painfully.

Eren watched with blown out eyes. He never thought he’d enjoy something like this but damn, you were doing it because he told you to, to fuck his friends brain out as a birthday gift.

A hard fall would follow the power trip he was currently on but he didn’t care.

Not when he fisted himself to the same rhythm you held. Not when he listened closely to the sweet nothings you purred to the blonde at his command, knowing it would drive him mad.

“Cum with me Armin? Doin’ this together yeah?” Your high pitched voice was borderline unrecognizable, reflecting the overwhelming pleasure that was building up within you.

He nodded dumbly at your statement, not caring how pathetic he must’ve looked because you had the best pussy he’s ever felt.

Your orgasm came first. Slamming your lips on his in a searing kiss as you moaned in his mouth, still moving your hips at a slow pace as you gushed around him. The extra warmth paired with the vice-like grip caused load after load to pour into you.

Eren grunted, his release in his hand, head still clouded by lust as he noticed the mess you two made. The white ring around his dick and wetness on his torso glimmering under the low light.

Breaking away from the kiss, you stared down at the boy in front of you. His oceanic eyes were lidded, pupils dilated as he started at you half conscious. You had to admit he looked positively beautiful at this moment. No one looks better under you than your boyfriend, but, he was a close second.

“Happy birthday Armin.”

a/n: not proofread. please excuse any mistakes. <3

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[queer-n-here]

I JUST SAW YOUR POST ABOUT WANTING TO BRANCH OUT TO DIFFERENT FANDOMS

AND THAT YOURE OK WITH MHA

BAKUGOU X READER PLS PLS PLS

Like brat Bakugou x brat tamer reader, breaking down his rudeness until he’s begging for it. PLS I wanna fuck him till he cries pls

(Sorry for the hornyposting oops k bye)

Yes yes yes yes yes yes yesssssss!!!

Fuck yeahhh brat taming Bakugo let's go!

(This was my initial reaction to recieving this req, no shit)

Contents: Lil headcannons bout taming Baku! Hope you like em!

Warnings: Smut, top male reader, edging, mentions of overstim near the end.

Bakugo, his ENTIRE character, screams 'I'm a little brat' like nothing else.

So I can see him being rude to you, too, mocking and joking around about some of your habits to piss you off. What that dumbass doesn't think of, however, is the consequences of his actions.

You grab Bakugo by the wrists and pin him to the bed you two were sitting at, press your knee between his legs and push them apart, holding him down despite his struggles.

"Look at you, all riled up just from some jeering." He says, smirking and completely oblivious of his fate. "What is it, haven't taken you- mmf!"

You cut him off with a kiss first, letting go of his wrists momentarily to rip his clothes off of his body.

Bakugo wouldn't admit it if you put a gun to his temple, but he loves being manhandled like this. You're stronger than him, which is something he tried to be in denial about earlier, but not anymore.

So when you enter his asshole without preparing him, he gives up the struggle and scrambles to find purchase to ground himself.

You fuck into him, making his hips buck up into yours. You hold him down, and began thrusting into him at a pace so slow it has him losing his mind.

You're hitting all the right spots, and the stimulation is making his back arch and eyes water, but its not nearly enough. Bakugo tries clenching around you, trying to rile you up to get you to fuck him senseless the way you sometimes do, but you just hiss and tighten your hold on him, pace slower than ever.

And it doesn't take long for him to lose his composure and fall apart in your hands. He's reduced into a needy mess soon, chest jolting as his breath hitches, hands grabbing at your shoulders so tight you feel his blunt nails dig into your skin.

"More, ah! [Name] faster!" Is the only string of comprehensible words that he can utter soon.

"Oh?" You grit your teeth against the sparks of pleasure each thrust is sending up your cock. "You wanna get fucked, hmm? Then why weren't you acting like it just now, Baku?"

And he just whines, feeling your tip barely brush against sweet spot this time, the denial of that pleasure he knew you could give him so intense it made him see black spots in his vision that he had to blink to clear.

So he begs, he begs like the whore he is in bed, like the cock-addicted little slut you've made him, who wants nothing more than to have you rearrange his insides to the shape of your cock.

You take pity on him, like c'mon, you can't keep edging him forever when your own cock is pulsing with want, right?

So you bend him in half and plunge into him, your pace like that of a wild fucking animal as you thrust into him, finally giving Bakugo what he wants.

Bakugo lays there, his brain slowly turning into mush as you finally, finally fuck him, his moans loud even over the sound of skin slapping against skin with each of your thrusts, sweat soaked hair sticking to his forehead.

I mean, the night is still young tho. Maybe you can overstimulate him next, rip orgasm after orgasm from him till his entire frame his shaking, till his dick is shooting blanks, till he passes out on the bed under you from exhaustion, leaving you to clean up the mess on the bed. Who knows? 😉

[purple-babygirl]

hi im not sure if you’re taking requests so you can ignore this if you’d like, but i really liked your mafia bucky fic !! and i was wondering if you could do one where maybe someone breaks into the house and the reader has to force themselves to be big for a little bit just so they can fight them off and then she runs to the little safe room and goes little there and Bucky finds her there and comforts her and it’s just all fluffy? sorry if this is so specific i just loved the last fic sm 😅

Pairing: Mafia!Daddy!Bucky Barnes x f!little!reader

Word count: 1,958

Warnings: reader gets attacked (includes harassment and mentions of violence, cursing, guns), reader gets hurt, mentions of killing, Bucky's softness (yes it's a warning), ddlg dynamics.

A/N: I've been holding onto this one for forever now I'm really sorry for taking so long, dear nonnie🥺 it means the world to me that you liked mafia!daddy!bucky and i hope i delivered with this one and that you like it as much, love. Please enjoy ily xx💜

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safe

You’re a big girl.

You’re a big girl.

You’re a big girl. You can do this.

It all happened too fast. She woke up to guns shooting, Bucky’s men yelling at each other before all the voices suddenly stopped and the door to their bedroom was violently kicked open.

She didn’t even have time to scream before she was dragged from under the large bed by her ankle.

You’re a big girl.

You’re a big girl.

You’re a big girl. Just like Daddy taught you.

“Let go! You don’t wanna do this!” she shrieked, warning the person trying to snatch her off the floor, her leg kicking as she struggled to flee his vice-like hold.

She’d suddenly forgotten every single self-defense move Bucky has ever taught her and was thrashing in panic.

“Oh, I don’t?” the man laughed, his grip painful on her limb as he tried to get on top of her.

She screamed when he dug his fingernails in the flesh of her shin, forcing her legs apart.

“Such a delicate little thing.” He licked his lips when he drew blood, running his gun up her bare leg, pressing down when it reached her inner thigh, “beg me to let you go.”

The words infuriated her big self. If Bucky had taught her one thing that she could never forget it was how dear and precious she was.

“Do you know who my man is?” Her free foot collided with the intruder’s chin, hitting him just right for his teeth to slam together, making him groan and loosen his grasp.

“I beg no one for nothing.” She spat, clumsily standing up, rushing inside Bucky’s large walk-in closet.

“You’re gonna regret that, you little bitch!” The masked man threatened, banging his fist on the door, “I’m gonna make that man of yours weep blood over your dead slut body!”

Her breath was coming out in puffs as tears blurred her vision. With trembling fingers, she moved Bucky’s hung-up suits to the side, revealing the metal door to the panic room.

You’re a big girl.

You’re a big girl.

You’re a big girl. Just a bit longer.

She could hear the man take a few steps back and she knew he was going to shoot the closet open. Her shaky fingers pushed the buttons and typed the number code, the date of the day Bucky had asked her to be his.

I feel safe knowing I have you, angel, so it’s only fit that we make it the safe room code, he'd told her with a playful shrug.

She slid inside as soon as the door moved, pushing her back against the concrete wall, trying to take her breath. The door clicked shut right before the wooden one to the closet was thrown open.

You’re a big girl.

You’re a big girl.

You’re a big girl. You got this.

She let out a relieved sigh that broke into a sob as she tiredly slid down the wall, still hearing the scary man curse, bang and shoot on the safe room door.

Where was Bucky? She couldn’t hold on any longer. This wasn’t a situation she wanted to be present in. Her body started folding up, taking fetal position as her mind led her to the safer side against her better will. Even her fists closed upon themselves, tears leaving her eyes and traveling down the bridge of her nose. She was losing consciousness of her present surroundings, pictures of Bucky’s eyes spreading in her vision instead of the dull, grey walls of the room.

She was crying too loudly to hear the firing of Bucky’s gun right outside the door or the peeping of the door as it slid open once again.

“Angel!” Bucky’s voice sounded so distant. She felt like she was drowning with how muffled his calls were to her ears.

Seeing her body shake with sobs on the floor like that made Bucky want to walk out and shoot the man’s dead body again and again until he couldn’t be identified.

How dare they send someone here? How dare they violate the sanctity of his home? They were certainly not going to live another day to repeat or repent from their sins.

“Angel, are you hurt?” He kneeled beside her, gently untangling her limbs to check if she was wounded anywhere.

Aside from a couple of nasty scratches by her ankle, she was physically okay and Bucky could breathe a little better as his body sagged on the floor.

He swallowed and lifted her on his lap, signaling his men to leave when they stepped in the room to check if they were needed after ‘cleaning up’.

“Get me water.” Was all he said and they were running to the nearest fridge.

“I’m sorry, my angel. I’m here now. You’re okay.” Bucky mumbled, lips hovering over her temple.

“Dada.” Her body leaned into his warmth but her cries didn’t stop and Bucky could only hold her closer as he tried not to let guilt rip him apart.

She was like that now because of him. Had he been a normal man with a normal life, she would’ve been safer. She didn’t deserve to be startled awake only to be chased by a criminal in the middle of the night. She didn’t deserve any of the bullshit that hit her because she was with Bucky.

He kept planting kiss after kiss to her head, wishing he could go back and be there to protect her.

“Shh, you’re okay, my angel. You’re safe,” he kept telling her as he supported himself up with her in his arms.

Her cries were dying down and she was getting comfier in Bucky’s protective hold, fingers digging in his shoulders afraid he would leave again.

“Please, calm down, baby. I’m here. No one can hurt you, angel.” Bucky took her out and to the bathroom so he could take a look at her leg.

“Baby, are you hurt anywhere else?” he asked after sitting her down on the cold counter.

Instead of answering, she pressed her forehead to his chest and kept sniveling, hands clutching Bucky’s jacket. She wasn’t ready for him to let her go yet. She may be too far gone but her body knew it needed to be close to Bucky’s.

“Baby, please come back to me,” Bucky begged, tears threatening to spill from his once hard, cold eyes.

“Angel,” his thumb brushed her cheek and she finally looked up to him.

“Dada, I was so scared.” She sobbed, shaking at the memory.

“I’m sorry, my angel.” Bucky pressed his lips to her forehead, “I’m here with you, baby. No need to be scared anymore.”

“That man- he-” she hiccupped.

“You’re okay, angel. Breathe.” Bucky stroked her back warmly as she buried her face in his chest again.

He took the bottle of water from one of his men, waving him out of the bathroom.

“Here, baby, drink some water.”

She wouldn’t move. She just wanted to be close to Daddy. She was scared and Bucky was safety. He was home.

“For me, baby. Just a tiny sip.” Bucky twisted the bottle cap open, gently cupping her cheek to coax her away from his body.

His heart swelled when she leaned her damp cheek on his palm, enjoying the warmth. Her smaller hand cupped his and her eyes closed, her face further pressed into Bucky’s hand as a soft sigh escaped her lips.

Bucky bit his lip, holding back the waterworks. He should’ve been here; should’ve prevented it all from happening. His thumb brushed her chin and she opened her eyes.

“Drink a little, angel.” Bucky offered a kind smile.

She nodded, sitting up straighter, her lashes wet with tears as she looked up to Bucky, her gaze holding no blame.

He brought the bottle to her lips and she gulped down, the chilled water soothing her sore throat.

“Better?” Bucky cocked his head to the side and she nodded, sniffing.

Bucky bowed, holding his forehead against hers. He just wanted to feel her breathe soundly; wanted to make his mind stop telling him he almost lost her forever.

“Dada.”

“Yes, my angel.” Bucky pecked her lips.

“My leg hurts.” Her voice was awfully small as she pointed to the burning scratches ruining her beautiful skin. Bucky wished he could hide her between his ribs in place of his heart.

“Daddy’s got you, angel.”

Bucky cleaned her wound, apologizing with a kiss to her cheek every time she hissed. He had her tell him what happened to distract her and it worked. She wanted him to be proud so much she eagerly told him all about kicking the bad man. Tears gathered in her eyes once again when he applied ointment but she continued with her story, Bucky’s smile keeping her calm.

“Angel, you were so brave! I’m so proud of you, baby.” Bucky kissed her bandaged leg, “how did you do that?!”

“Kept thinkin’ dada thoughts.” She hugged Bucky again.

Bucky was a puddle on the bathroom floor. She was telling him she was brave like that because she was thinking of him through it all. He adored her so much he didn’t know who he was if not her man.

“I promise this is the last time you would ever have to go through anything like that,” Bucky assured, chuckling lovingly when she squeezed him harder and nodded.

She believed Bucky. She knew he could keep her safe. This wasn’t a usual occurrence, Bucky’s always made sure she was protected. She had no doubt anything would change. She trusted her Daddy with all her heart.

Bucky knew that and it scared him to death. He was scared one day he might not be up to the trust she’d put in him. He feared disappointing her; not being there for her in time. He was terrified a day would come where he might let her down.

“Never again. You’re safe, my angel. You’re always safe with me.”

Bucky’s soft lips placed a languishing kiss to her forehead. Her eyes were next, Bucky kissed her eyelids and under her eyes. Then he left wet kisses on both cheeks before pecking her nose. She smiled shyly when he pressed his mouth to the corner of hers.

“I love you, angel,” Bucky whispered against her lips before kissing her.

~

Bucky carried her back to their bed. The room was organized again, nothing was out of place and she was in Daddy’s arms. She was safe once more.

Bucky held her to his chest all night, his mind too loud to let him fall asleep. She went back to bed almost immediately though. Bucky’s presence was all it really took for her to feel peaceful enough to close her eyes and dream again.

When she moved out of his embrace in her sleep, Bucky carefully left the room and went to his office to review the security cameras footage. He knew watching the attack would make his blood boil again but he had to see what happened and how the unlucky asshole got inside his mansion.

While she already told him she’d defended herself, Bucky was the proudest seeing it unfold on the screen.

“Do you know who my man is?... I beg no one.”

The words brought the largest smile to Bucky’s lips. He was so proud of his angel; so amazed by her courage. He thought he couldn’t love her any more than he already did and he was wrong. His heart has picked the right girl and for that he was grateful. Bucky took one last look at the shining ring in his top drawer before shutting it and walking back to continue cuddling his precious sweetheart.

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a piece of cake

© @jamesbrnes

bucky barnes x reader. ⎢ masterlist.

Something happens at Shuri's birthday party that leads to a heated fight.

word count: 3k words. (fuck, it worth every damn word)

warnings/tags: nsfw, +18!!! angry jealous sex, let's start there. unprotected sex, oral sex (face fucking and ridding), fingering, brief daddy!kink, brief praise!kink, language, cursing, handcuffing, mention of bodily fluids, and probably i'm forgetting something else, i just lost my mind. bucky being the cutest and loving man on earth at the end.

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You had never been so quiet, but you knew that opening your mouth only could cause a storm inside the car, on your way back home. Believing you could have a pinch of luck, Bucky wouldn't notice that something was raving you mad since the moment you watched him letting another woman give him a spoon of cake. Straight to his mouth. You almost choked on your drink, talking to Shuri about how excited she was to celebrate her birthday in New York, when you witnessed the scene hearing their laughs and watching how they dared to touch his metal arm constantly. Your boyfriend was talking with some of his old friends from Wakanda, not even knowing he made friends there. He never said a word about it. Even so, they didn't have the right to flirt with him. Unless he didn't say anything about you.

But Bucky wasn't stupid. Or at least, not like you thought. Gazing you by the corners of his blue eyes, he was conscious that something was going wrong. He licked his upper lip briefly, slowly. He tasted the waters putting a hand on your thigh, which was your favorite gesture while he was driving, deriving with your fingers laced and him placing kisses on the back of your hand. But you didn't move an inch, still staring through the copilot's window with your elbow nailed there and your chin resting on your knuckles.

“What's wrong?”

“Nothing”.

Your passive tone and the lie as a response caused him to frown, pulling over the car to focus on you. He turned on his seat and placed a hand behind the headrest of yours.

“Spit it”.

You couldn't help but raise an eyebrow ironically, looking at him for a second. If he had to ask it was because he wasn't really seeing the dilemma there.

“I'm just tired and I wanna go home, James. That's all”.

James. James. You did it unconsciously, but he didn't take it as an innocent manner of calling him. Unexpressive, the soldier joined the highway driving faster than he used to. You had pissed him off, but it wasn't your problem. He had hurt your feelings with something he didn't give any importance to. The only thing you wanted was to take a shower, put on your comfier pajamas and go to sleep, probably you'd see tomorrow that situation differently than today and you could move on from your insecurities and the jealousy running through your veins.

You arrived at your apartment in record time, keeping the car inside the parking under the building. You removed the seat belt to wear your leather jacket and grab your purse on your feet, stepping out when you were ready. But Bucky stayed inside, just turning off the engine. He didn't have any intention of leaving it, maintaining his hands tightly gripped around the wheel. You ignored him as soon as you couldn't pretend you were just tired anymore. It was the first time something like that happened and you were having a strong desire to throw your guts up.

Three minutes later you were under the warm water with your forehead resting against the cold wall and your eyes closed. Maybe you were overreacting and the rational, mature behavior would be to go to talk with him, tell your boyfriend what made you feel upset. Sighing as you nodded two times, determined to put the cards on the table, you shut off the faucet and walked out of the bathroom wrapped in a towel.

“Oh, fucking hell!” You growled because of the scare of your life when you found Bucky already in your shared room.

He had his back supported on the wall, a leg flexed, and his hands behind himself. No expression on his face, but expecting an explanation from you. You were hoping for something from him too, maybe I don't know what I've done to make you feel like that, can you give me a clue? He just stared at you in silence, drying the pearls of water decorating your body before wearing a pair of black panties and your forgotten pajamas instead of one of his t-shirts impregnated on his scent.

“Com'ere”. Bucky whispered, stretching his flesh hand on air when you were about to go to sleep.

“No”.

Well, that wasn't the proper way to talk like grown adults. You crossed both arms on your chest, standing next to your side of the bed.

“What'd you say?” He squinted incredulous, slowly standing from the wall, pretending you hadn't uttered that word.

“I said no, you fucking punk”.

“The hell d'you think you're talking to, darling?”

“To the cretin who let other women flirt and touch him”. You replied with evident annoyance. “Why don't you go to show them your daddy's skills, uh? Sure I can find someone who respects me in the meantime”.

Suddenly, a grimace you hadn't seen before on him appeared like a thunderbolt. You weren't sure if you just made him feel more furious or if you just broke his heart. But before you could figure it out, Bucky shorted the distance between both in two fast strides and his hands gripped your throat and the back of your neck respectively, pinning you to the closest wall and tossing the lamp on your nightstand to the floor. You complained slightly —with his tongue wildly invading your mouth— because of the strength he used to put you against the wall.

You tried to push him away, to not fall into his charmings, but he made your mind blank when his fingers were firmly nailed in your ass and his body was accommodated between your legs. Your fiery provoked a bulge under his pants so painful that in every rock against your core he wasn't sure if it hurt or if it was some kind of pleasure he couldn't handle. Out of breath, Bucky attacked your neck, digging his teeth in your neck with so much passion that you screamed delighted his full name while pulling his hair. That gesture drove him insane, losing the less sanity he had at that point. With just a push, your boyfriend ripped off your shirt to strip you, in anticipation of your panties suffering the same fate.

Bucky threw you to the mattress on your abdomen, perfectly positioned to what was about to happen. He was so eager, so desperate for showing you what he was feeling that he didn't lose time taking off his clothes, just undoing his belt and unzipping his jeans to pull them down to his ankles along his boxers. You heard him spitting in his hand to use it as lube, although you were sufficiently soaked and ready for your Buck that neither of you needed his saliva. He rammed his dolorous erection into your cunt, crashing his pelvis and pressing it against your ass with all his strength, causing you to drown a loud cry in the sheets.

Tangling his fingers with yours and lacing your arms around your neck, putting all his weight onto your back, Bucky pounded you with an insanely quick rhythm, not giving you any chance to mold your throbbing walls around his length. Your pleased vocals echoed inside your room in total sync with the hits to your g-spot. Your body received with every one of them soft cramps mixed with pain and pleasure, making you roll your eyes and tear your throat.

“'S that wh— what you wanted, uh?” Bucky snarled against the back of your neck, totally gone, not giving you a break or showing any mercy.

“Fuck, no…” You replied, challenging him.

He swallowed a rough moan, wrapping his cold fingers around your throat while using the other to pull back your hair and arch your body. “Don' fucking… lie to me, doll… You wan— wanted your daddy to make you… feel desired over tho— those women”.

And yes, he was right. More or less. But you didn't expect him to react like that. Bucky was rabidly fucking you, moving the bed from its position with every angry thrust into your pussy. You knew you weren't going to last for too long if he continued impaling you against the mattress, just like that. But you both had to recognize that it was the best session of sex of your life.

“You were… fucking mad watch— watching 'em touch my arm… your arm, right?”

You whined at the brutality he used to push his hard cock beyond your limits, holding it there as he tilted your head to crash his lips on yours. Bucky devoured them until they were shiny, swollen, slightly ached because of the bit he left on your bottom one.

“If you don't tell me… the truth… I swear I'm not gonna let you come”. The whisper fell into your ear with such a raspy tone of voice, conscious of him being very capable.

“It was… your fucking fault, James. Not… Not mine”. You grunted, feeling him going a little deeper. “I di— didn't let anybody flirt with me… as if you didn't exist”.

That was the truth, but the wrong answer for him. Suddenly, Bucky pulled out his dick covered in your arousal, freeing you from any grip. A pause that only lasted the time he took to grab the handcuffs from your nightstand to place them in your wrists and secure them around the headboard. Now you were under his total control, defying him by strongly closing your legs and frowning at him, panting and sweating.

“Lemme tell you something”. Your boyfriend said, dangerously crawling over the bed till reaching your knees and forcing them to be separated, wide spread for him. “If you think I was flirting, but you didn't see… how uncomfortable I was… This situation is not my fault”.

The tables were turned as he finished his sentence, settling himself between your legs yet kneeling to raise your ass above his lap. “Not so mouthy now, are you, doll?”

You wanted to speak back, to say something after having a second to reconsider the reason why you were so angrier at him when Bucky pushed you down and rammed his dick back to the place it belonged. You forced unconsciously your hands gripped, wanting to put them on him —wherever—. As soon as he handcuffed you, your desire for touching him used to be suffocating. But you were the one who played from the start, instead of telling him how you were feeling about that situation at Shuri's party.

Bucky didn't even let you kiss him, stabilizing you on top with an arm around your waist and his cold hand holding the back of your head. His hips rocked straight to your g-spot once and once, making you lose any kind of control over your body as your boyfriend didn't have any compassion, needing to find relief to his sorrowful erection by cumming inside your clenching walls. You were driving him crazy, maintaining your eye contact at all moments and almost drinking your delighted, obscene crying, aware that only him could cause you to be so dirty.

“Feels good, uh…? You like it?” Your boyfriend brushed your lips with his, depriving you of his kisses or any other touch. “Bec— 'cause you take your daddy... so damn good, baby girl… So tight… so tight you could kill me”.

“Yes, da— daddy”. You whimpered nodding your head. “Only you… can fuck me li— like that… Only you”.

“That's it… that's it, oh, fuck… fuck, doll”.

You saw him roll that pair of beautiful blue eyes to the back of his head, feeling Bucky's thighs tensing under your legs. You didn't want anything else than making him cum, after overthinking about how he felt, and not about what you witnessed. He was right, more or less. He was still being so innocent in those kinds of situations that he used to feel like a scared kid.

You suddenly fell back to reality when the emptiness sensation invaded you. Bucky pulled out his length from you again, causing you to beg in silence for not denying you the orgasm you were about to reach. But he warned you. Bucky asked you to tell him the truth and you chose to challenge him. Letting you sit on the mattress, he flexed a leg to guide his twitching cock to your mouth, not needing to tell you what he wanted you to do. You just parted your lips, receiving him without protesting, curling your fingers when he forced your limits, and positioned both hands on your head. Twirling your tongue around his base as you could, with your cavity completely invaded, Bucky provoked you a strong gag. A gesture that led to his warm seed being spilled down your throat.

“Fuck my life, baby girl!” He couldn't help but howl driven by the pleasure as you coughed and made vibrate his sensitive skin.

Just holding his dick trapped by your lips for a second, he freed your mouth, taking his time to admire you swallowing his cum and showing afterward your tongue. God, you looked so beautiful disheveled, with teary eyes and swollen lips because of the effort.

“Want me to tell you something else?” Bucky asked while cleaning the sweat in his forehead with the back of his arm, taking the small key to liberating you with his free hand.

You didn't reply, not needing to, as he rubbed your wrists to comfort your skin before lying by your side.

“Com'ere”. He whispered, yet trying to recover your breathings. Bucky wrapped you with his flesh arm, rubbing his iron fingers up and down your tense belly, creating a contrast that caused you goosebumps. “'M so sorry for making you feel like that”.

He kissed you. Slowly, passionate, tasting his own juices mixed with your saliva. Caressing your tongue with the tip of his, and no rush. You felt his digits touring down your skin, till finding your throbbing and needed clit. You weren't able to hold back a sweet moan when he circled his fingertip over your sensible pearl, gladly drinking your vocals.

“When I wanted to react… she was putting that damn spoon into my mouth. It felt horrible, doll, I promise”. He murmured, venturing his long cold finger to part your folds and sink it inside you —moaning at the fulfill sensation—. “You always save me from those awkward situations… but you were having fun with Shuri and I didn't want to interrupt you”.

You were feeling like shit, looking at him through your eyelids as he curved a second finger into your cunt and increased the pace of the pounds with his hand made of vibranium. Bucky spread some gentle kisses all around your face, ending with a tender bite to your lips.

“When you told me you wanted to go home, I felt a huge relief… 'Cause that was everything I wanted. Go home with you. Maybe watch a movie… cuddle… fall asleep on the sofa”.

“Oh, God, Bucky”. You wept onto his mouth, as soon as a third finger filled you, nailing his hand in the perfect position to be moved up and down. “I'm so— sorry, Buck… I'm sorry”.

“Fuck, no”. He let out, thrusting you harder, faster, creating a melody of filthy sloppy sounds while your moans were louder and louder. “I should stop 'em, I didn't… I didn't. But I respect you more than anything, doll… I love you with all my heart. I care 'bout you, 'bout your feelings… Can you forgive me? Can you… Can you cum for me?”

You nodded your head running out of words, seeing your boyfriend snaking his body down the bed to between your shaky legs, yet having his fingers knuckles deep inside you. “Keep 'em open for your man”.

The blow to your abused cunt provoked you a lash up to your backbone, landing your hands on his head as Bucky sank his face straight to your center. His digits fucked you savagely, while his tongue took control of your swollen pearl —sucking, licking, kissing, pulling it back—. He wasn't going to deny that pleasure to you, quite the opposite. You pressed unconsciously his face a little closer to your pussy, swinging your hips and riding his mouth when his caresses and his pushes became too much for you.

Bucky made you cum harder than ever, crying his name till you didn't have any strength and you were just a sack of bones under his expert mouth, devouring you and drinking your juices as if it was the elixir of life. And when he was satiated, you glanced at him using the tip of his tongue to trail a path up crossing your abdomen, the gap between your breasts, your throat, until kissing you again getting comfortable on top of you. It was a kiss full of love, and guiltiness, and necessity, and pure devotion for you.

“Did I hurt you with what I said?” You murmured, still enraptured by the fireworks fluttering within your belly.

“This isn't 'bout me”. Bucky clicked his tongue, hiding his face into your sweaty neck. “This is 'bout what I let happen”.

“That doesn't answer my question, Buck… I'm sorry about what I said. I was just… I feel insecure". You confessed stroking his scalp and back with your hands, lacing your legs together. “I didn't mean it. I would never try to… find someone who respects me more than you do. That's impossible. And not talking about how much you love me”.

“I love you with every inch of myself”. He swore, he promised, raising his face to look straight at your eyes. “I can't imagine a life without you”.

“Me either… Your love makes me feel alive”.

Bucky left one last tender kiss on your lips before suddenly standing up and holding you onto his arms to carry you to the bathroom and take a shower together —wash your hair, worship your body again as if it was the last thing he was going to do—.

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[bugsabound]

Closer Closer Closer

HEY heres a kinda spicy zadr oneshot i wrote a bit ago but wanna post here. im moving in the morning so this might be it for a hot minute but thanks to anyone who donated to my kofi to help me out of this place as fast as possible, it means more than you could possibly know. 

Tw for: choking and asphixiation(in a hot way but also kinda in a murder way), blood, fighting, and generally vaguely 18+ content you've been warned

word count:   1184  It felt like flying. The pain was almost inconsequential against the feeling of soaring through the air, of tumbling, of falling falling falling until his back hit the ground with a crack. His whole body lit up with aches and burning pains, not too far from what he imagined it’d be like to be hit by a truck. It was a wonder nothing broke from the height Zim threw him- it was a wonder he wasn’t dead. It was thrilling though, wasn’t it? To be so so close to death, for the air to be forcefully taken from his lungs, for his heart to be the only sound to break through the ringing in his ears. Zim was soon after him, on top of him, PAK legs around him like a cage, like a spider ready to attack at any moment, like a jail made of blades that could slice him open at the slightest of touches. The cold morning dew was soaking into the back of Dib’s shirt, and his fingers felt numb from the cold. For once, between the two of them, Zim was the one burning the air around him.

There was a slice on Zim’s forehead, one Dib had put there with a well-timed swing of a rock. Pride swelled in Dib’s chest that he was the one to make that thick pink blood drip down Zim’s temple, fall and splash against his own cheek. Zim’s eyes looked crazed; he was practically shaking with anticipation, though for what Dib didn’t know. Maybe he’d kill him and get it over with, maybe he’d kiss him and take him right here on the lawn, maybe he’d knock him out and leave him tied to an observation table to watch him decompose right in front of him. God, that’d be exhilarating, wouldn’t it? 

Zim’s smile was full of too many teeth, too sharp, too full of blood. Dib was so cold, he was freezing, but Zim was hot, he was burning and searing and Dib thought he might kiss him. He considered kneeing him in the chest, he considered headbutting and taking his chances against the PAK leg cage, he considered ripping Zim’s wig off and yanking his antenna out. 

“You’re shaking,” Zim hissed. “Are you afraid? Afraid I’ll kill you?” His face was so close, so close, so close. He burned. Dib’s hand was shakier than he wanted it to be as he slowly raised it, swiping a thumb through the blood on Zim’s forehead before bringing it to his mouth. He’d always wanted a taste. His eyes almost flew upon with surprise when he deliberately licked the too-viscous blood off his thumb. It was sweet, exploding on his tongue like sour candy. Maybe he’d drain him of all of it and bottle it to keep, to study, to drink whenever he missed him. Dib let a smile crack at his lips. 

“You taste good.” That got him. Zim’s smirk fell into a confused grimace. He curled his hands in Dib’s shirt, pulling him up just to slam him back into the ground. Fireworks of pain burst behind his eyes when his skull hit the dirt. 

“Shut. up.” Zim growled, but Dib could see his face grow hotter, see how he was leaning down closer than ever. Dib laughed a little defeated hiccup-y laugh. He let it bubble up his chest and tug his lips until his teeth were fully bared. A hand curled into Zim’s tunic, he felt like he just might burn his fingers off if he touched him. Dib could burst into flames under his glare, he couldn’t help the way his eyes kept flicking to that grimace, to those teeth, couldn’t help how his mind kept imagining how they’d feel tearing his throat open, pricking holes into his skin, ripping him apart. Dib couldn’t help it, he couldn’t help himself. With a snarl leagues away from his earlier laugh, he lunged up as much as he could and yanked Zim’s mouth down into his. 

Zim didn’t hesitate. He slammed his eyes closed, dropping to the ground and yanking Dib’s skull into his hands. He grabbed Dib so hard he pulled blood from his scalp. He pulled at Dib’s hair, he bit at his lips until the human’s blood was all he could smell, all he could taste. Every sense was flooded with Dib. Dib yanked and pulled and bit right back, filling his every touch, taste, and smell with Zim. He scratched at Zim’s back, he ground his hips into his, he tugged at Zim’s wig until his antennas were exposed enough to get a grip on, and then he pulled at those. 

It was just as violent and competitive as their fights, if possible even more. Dib’s tongue caught at his lips and forced its way into Zim’s mouth. Zim was eager to return the favor, his segmented tongue finding its way into Dib’s mouth and shoving down his throat. Each rib and segment seemed like it caught in a new way to cut off his breath. It burned and choked and gagged, but Zim didn’t let up.

When he pulled away just enough to let the human breathe, he kept one hand right over his throat- not scratching, not pressing, just resting there as he watched the human pant for breath with hungry eyes. It was a reminder, a warning, a way to say “one wrong move, and I’ll kill you.” It was like lightning through his veins. Dib’s eyes had barely opened halfway before he was back on top of him, taking away his breath all over again.

Dib knew Zim was winning. He didn’t care. How could he when his body felt like fire, when the aches and stings only added to it, when Zim was practically glowing in the blurs of his vision. He ran his hands over Zim’s back, and his PAK burned to the touch, searing his fingers, making him yank back and flinch into the frozen ground. Zim followed him, pressing their bodies closer, closer, closer. So close Dib couldn’t tell where he stopped and Zim started, so close that Dib was completely at his mercy when Zim shoved his tongue back down his throat to choke and gag him, this time until the pleasure and panic of lack of air combined into one crescendo, and his vision went black. 

He woke up a few hours later, sore, tired, and drenched in sweat, but in his own bed. When he lifted his head, a headache pounded against his head like his brain was trying to press against his skull until it cracked from the pressure. A few of the worse wounds were wrapped in bandages he didn’t remember doing, done precisely as if by someone with years of experience, (albeit by someone who’d deemed the scraps of Dib’s ruined shirt appropriate material for a bandage). And right across his chest was something scribbled in Irken using big hot pink letters. Dib couldn’t read it, but he’d be willing to bet it said something along the lines of “I win.”