#Till blood sweat drips down my balls

[vicsplinters]

When you're talking about your favorite houses from the Locked Tomb and accidentally start singing Get Low...

Because it's 3, 6, 9...

[fairy-hub]

𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐤𝐧𝐨𝐰 𝐥𝐢𝐤𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐟𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐤 𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐭, 𝐠𝐢𝐫𝐥 𝐠𝐞𝐭 𝐧𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐲

𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬: quiet nerd!pleasure dom!choso, heavy praise/light degradation, dacryphilia, choso has a size kink, choso’s pov, oral (giving and receiving), knife play/no blood, light pain kink, pussy drunk/obsessed choso, squirting, fingering, light begging, light choking

𝐫𝐞𝐪𝐮𝐞𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐝 𝐛𝐲 @vampress7; Hi baby girl I hope you’re doing well, I have an idea: nerdy, loner, and unassuming freak choso who absolutely wrecks reader after class during a study session ((I need this so badly))

‘He is wearing those sweat pants, I keep sneaking glances at his cock, I wanna see it. No need to see it, I'm dying of thirst! He can feed me his cum! I don't really care much for giving blow jobs but something about Choso makes me wanna gobble his cock till he is a whiny mess.’

‘Damn ily but you’re down too bad for a man you haven't even touched.’

‘I cant help it! Have you seen Choso?! I want to hear how he sounds when he cums.’

‘Aren’t yall supposed to study for friday’s exam you can’t fail this one!’

Writen in your text bar; ‘its hard to focus on what he’s saying. Choso’s thick arms in his black muscle t-shirt’

Choso’s cheeks are burning, his ego swelling, nerves churning, and disbelief whispering. Sliding his fingers through his hair, there is no denying you want him.

Glancing down at his cock, perfectly outlined by his thin sweats. His cock is getting warmer, longer, and thicker with each soft pulse. If you want his cock, you can have it any way you’re willing to take it.

You come back holding the fuzzy stripped criminal. “He broke my lamp, got it cleaned up but he’s ground.” You bend over for Jasper to jump to the floor, running away from you with his fluffy tail in the air.

Your shorts rising up your soft ass. “I’d hit ya from the back if I didn't want to see the face you make when you take my fat cock first the first time.” Your beautiful eyes widen, locking onto your phone in his hands.

Grabbing his hard cock, stroking himself through his sweats. You glance down. “Im torn between wanting to fuck that bratty mouth outta ya and eating you out till you’re trembling.” Your mouth looks so sweet and fuckable. You’d look so beautiful sucking his cock with tears running down your face.

“For me to be a good teacher I need to help you focus. If I help you cum will you pay attention more. We can snuggle while we study.” Holding your phone out for you to grab. Quickly discarding it on the coffee table.

His heart beating faster when you get on your knees in front of him. “If you were paying attention to the text then you’d know,” tugging his sweatpants down, “I won't be able to pay attention until I hear what sounds come out of that pretty mouth of yours.”

Moaning when you grab his cock, your hand soft, in your hand his cock has never looked so big before. “You can hear me moaning in your soft cunt. I don't think you understand nnn!” Loudly moaning when you take his cock into your hot wet mouth.

Bobbing your head, taking him deeper with slow strokes soothing the uncomfortable tighteness building in his of his cock. “Honeybun I jerked off to the thought of eating you out before comin’.” Cupping your cheek, jerking hips fucking your soft wet mouth.

“Been slutting you out in my head since ya walked into class.” Choso leans his head back, sliding his fingers through his soft dark hair. “We can do both, Im dying to taste ya sloppy cunt. I'll gag you with my fat cock nnnn oh fuck that’s iiittt! Grabbing a handful of your hair, fucking your soft mouth till spit is dripping down your chin.

Choso is getting off on your beautiful eyes sparkling with tears that trickle down your cheeks. “Are ya gonna be my whore help me take care of my fat cock?” Pulling you off his cock with a soft pop. His too heavy to stand up, hitting his cock.

Grabbing his cock, smacking his tip on your lips. “Wish it stood up, but what can ya do?” He knees wobble when you cup his balls. Lovingly kissing along his cock, easing the ache and tension, with sweet soft pleasure.

Your hand feels so good, his cock softly tingling. Smiling up at him. He can feel his heartbeat in the quickly pulse of his cock. “You’re so perfectly thick and heavy that you hang, nothing wrong with that handsome.” Licking up his cock, swirling your tongue around his fat head. He groans when watches himself slip inside.

Letting go of your hair, slipping his hands beneath your shoulders. Picking you up, you wrap your soft thighs around his waist. He feels strong holding you close, keeping you safe. “Gonna take good care of you, and your sloppy cunt.”

Squeezing your ass, carrying you with one hand. You grab a handful of his hair, and a tingle shoots down his spine when he feels your nails. “Bedroom is the last room on the right.” Taking you down the hall. “Please all I want is you. Wanna be your whore, ruin anyone else for me with your fat cock.” Trailing loving kissing along his jaw, his cheeks burning.

Opening and shutting the door behind himself. “Ill show you how badly I've been needing ya.” Gently setting you down, closing your curtains. Taking his shirt off, dropping it on the floor.

You’re making quick work of taking your shirt and shorts off. Admiring your beautiful body Choso forgets everything he’s doing. You give him one thought when you spread your legs showing him your soft wet cunt.

He needs to make you cum.

Kneeling, grabbing your soft thighs putting them over his shoulder. “So so so beautiful.” Kissing your soft clit, gently sucking, steadily stroking you with his tongue. Making sure his barbell rubs your clit with his swipe.

Nudging a thick finger into your tight cunt. You’re perfectly soft and wet, clenching his finger. Slowly pumping his finger, he’s going to find your g-spot. Clenching his head with your soft thighs. Grabbing his hair tugging, he groans from the sweet pain.

Focusing on your sweet spot. Taking pride in how easily you tremble because of his tongue and finger.

“They say the quiet ones are freaky, what about you? What do you think about when you're touching yourself?” Choso doesn't want to take his face out from between your legs. He’s found heaven, but he can't ignore your question.

Rising up, causing you to fall on your back, your legs over his broad shoulders. His cock hangs, his tip lightly grazing your soft, wet cunt. “Wanna take you to mine, get you high, give you a safe word,” trapping your head in between his hands, “tie you up, drag a knife across your skin, see you squirm, help you cum, hear you cry and beg to be my sweet little whore.”

His cock aches from having you folded up beneath him. “I wouldn’t mind trying some freak shit, get a knife from the kitchen.” Kissing your forehead, cheeks, and soft cunt. Carefully slipping your legs off his shoulders.

Choso is quick to grab a large knife from your kitchen.

Leaning over you, “Safe word is red.” Lining his cock with your soft cunt, rolling his hip. Dragging the knife up your side, gently kissing your soft lips. Groaning, grinding his thick cock on your sloppy cunt.

Squeezing your neck, pinning your hips with his, keeping you from squirming too much. Slipping his tongue past your lips, deepening the kiss. You’re so needy, and desperate, digging your nails into his back.

Loosening his grasp on your neck. “Ya good sweetheart?” Dragging the knife over your soft nipple, pulling his cock away. You’re so sexy, stuffing two thick fingers in your sweet cunt. “You’re getting so sloppy for me.” Curling his fingers, remember where your sweet spot is.

Smirking with pride when you moan, “Chooo please please please!” Gliding the knife down your stomach. Marveling at how you squirm, your cunt getting so tight around his thick fingers.

Your cunt’s lips and puffy clit wet, soft and beautiful. “I’m obsessed with how sexy you are begging’ for me, clenching my fingers.” Pressing the side of the knife to your clit, lightly rubbing your clit.

“I’ve been waiting long enough please please fuck me. Need to feel your fat cock in my cunt!” Choso’s cheeks burn with how you’re looking at him. He wants to remember the look of adoration, lust and pleasure on your beautiful face forever.

Lifting the knife off your clit, kissing her. “I didn’t prep ya enough yet sweetheart.” Dragging the knife along your thigh, adding more pressure than before testing what limits you have.

Stroking your clit with his thumb. “Nnnn oh fuck.” Pumping his fingers faster. - the pain- pleasure-I didn’t think!” You trail off moaning louder, biting your bottom lip, closing your eyes.

Holding the knifes to your neck, “Look at me or I’m stopping, look at whose making your tight little cunt feel so good.” Smiling when you look at him. “That’s it beautiful, lemme see the sweet look into your eyes when you cum. Whose slut are you?”

Rubbing your soft clit faster. “Your’s! All yours my tits, mouth, ass and cunt are all yours.” Dragging the knife down your neck, between your collarbones and swirling around your nipple.

“What are you? Need to hear you say it beautiful.” Messaging your sweet spot at a steady pace. You’re quivering, your cunt squelching, making his cock ache with how hard he is. His pulse quickens, making his head throb.

Swiping your nipple with the knife. “I’m your sexy good lil’ slutttt!!! Nnnn!” You’re squirting on his fingers, fingering your soft, squelching tight cunt. Playing with your puffy clit.

Jerking your hips away, he drags the knife down above your belly. Forcing you to have to keep still, your thick cum trickling from your spasming cunt. “There are so many nasty things I wanna do to you. I’m gonna ruin you, make your cunt crave my cock.” Gliding his fingers out.

Sucking your thick cum off his fingers, groaning from the flavor. Dragging the knife to your sloppy, sensitive cunt, sliding the knife around your sweet cunt. Groaning when your soft cunt clenches around nothing. “Beg for my cock.”

Oreo creampie’s m.list

[henneseyhoe]

FUNERAL.

Joey badass x BLACK!FEM!reader x Skepta

WARNING: smuttt, SHORT, mentions of !!blood!!, VAMP!Joey, VAMP!Skepta, orgasm t*rture, overstimulation, degradation, rough, !SLIGHT CNC!(consent+non-consent), spit.

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Sweat and tears wet my face just enough that the reflection of the streetlight on the outside of the small window bounced off of my skin, giving them the perfect view of my tired expression. The room was dark, my eyes only being able to see nearby bodies and shadows. My lips were swollen and my jaw was sore from holding the gag for so long. My knees ached and both my wrists and arms burned from the rope holding them behind my back for an extended time, but there was no feeling that beat the constant pulse from my clit, the vibrator placed on it only allowing it to throb more.

I cried out for the fifth time that night, my eyes squeezing closed as my hips attempted to move backwards away from the toy, but considering I was hoisted up mid air and nothing supported my lower body apart from the ropes that held my legs up and apart, I had no luck. My actions earned me a harsh smack on my ass that had me crying out to my maker, beginning to mumble pleads to stop. I couldn’t even count how many times I had came, but I knew the floor was beyond wet with how their boots hit the floor with ever stride and how soaked their shirts were.

The younger one kept the toy against my clit as the other man circled around me with that same terrorizing paddle in his hand, the same paddle that made me cry in the first place. It was black and had the word ‘slut’ carved out into the flat part, the purpose of it being to mark up anyone who was hit with it, giving them the name that was carved. No matter how light or dark you were, if you were hit hard enough, that word was definitely gonna be imprinted on your ass with bruises surrounding the sensitive area.

They started to call it a reminder.

It was a hell of a reminder. Sometimes the pain felt good on my skin, the sting lingering so long that it had me tensing my muscles until it was completely gone and only the tingling of my flesh was left behind. I allowed myself to melt into rhapsody, a loud holler erupting from my throat which was muffled by the black ball forced between my teeth. It had been there for so long that saliva was falling from my lips, coating my chin. Sometimes it would slide back and run down my cheeks, dripping to the hard floor when I got tired of holding my head up to see what they were doing.

“You like it, don’t you? Don’t pretend, be a proud bitch” I heard one of them say, his hand holding that same damned vibrator against my clit. I had already been humiliated passed feeling shy for that question. Used to the degradation and name calling, I just nod before flinching, feeling wind whoosh past my backside. I thought I felt another hit coming, but it was only the teasing of the other man. He purposely swung the paddle in my direction, my entire body tensing up from the feeling of strong winds hit me right before the painful smack. He hadn’t hit yet, but I knew once I stopped expecting anything and quit flinching, he’d show me I had a reason to be fearful and on edge.

I had wondered when they were gonna let me go, when I could go home and rest, but both of them had different plans.

Before I had been tied up completely, they went back and forth, using me till I almost lost all consciousness, stretching me out and filling me up to the hilt with dicks only a few inches below the size of 12in rulers. One of them had flashed their fangs at me while pounding away, threatening to bite again and break skin for the second time, and the other was already having his taste, carelessly feeding from a small slit on the palm of my hand that he made himself with his own teeth. The taste of warm blood lingered on his tongue long after he was done, giving the other man his turn to taste me.

Their lips were coated in the color crimson, the liquid dripping down from the corners of their mouths and falling to the floor they fucked me on. They were rough with their feedings, just as rough as their actions were. The older one took his time to stroke into me, but when we collided, it was rough. He sucked softly, opposing to the other one that drank me up like he had never drunken before. The feeling was so euphoric with the thrusts that I didn’t care about the soreness of my legs, knees, and throat, or care about the life dripping from my had.

It had stopped after a while, but before I knew it, I was focused on a ‘situation’ much, much bigger.

“Just like that. Go all the way down like the good bitch you are” the older one commanded, his irises swirling with a creamed white color, flashing at me like headlights every time he got close to his edge. He didn’t even have to tell me to go all the way down, with the way the other was holding onto my hips for dear life, forcing the deepest arch I could give while using his dick to invade the deepest part of me, I had no choice but to go all the way down. His balls slap my clit repeatedly with every push forward, sending me directly into the hold of the brit. His hands palmed my locs as he shoved himself deep down my throat, making me gag with a shiver. Goosebumps appeared down my arms and hairs raised on the back of my neck. My knees and thighs were scraped up now from both the hard wood and their low cut nails scratching me up whenever they needed something to brace themselves before they came, but I had a full night to survive before I’d get a break.

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“Such a pretty girl. Open that fuckin’ mouth” The one with the more American accent spoke. Really a mixture between Jamaican and Newyork, extremely strong, and extremely deep. I complied and opened my mouth for him, welcoming his the saliva that dripped from his tongue before he slurped it right back up from my lips, giving me a kiss. I tasted myself on his tongue, sweet and strong with iron lingering from the stream he took from my hand.

I was pushed passed my limits now. I was happy they had realized.

“That wasn’t too rough for you, right?Love?” Joseph asks with consideration, untying me from the hooks strewed to the ceiling. I couldn’t speak if I wanted to, my voice was long gone. I smile with a shake of my head, my sharpened teeth peaking from underneath my plump lips. Jo’Vaughn smirks and helps me up to the first floor of the house, carrying me bridal style while Joseph stays behind to finish clean. “I told him you could take it. I’m proud of you, baby”

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Ps. I’m working my ass off to get the rest of these fics out by the end of the month cause I underestimated how much I was gonna write so bare wit me chile! But enjoy this unedited nasty lil treat tho lmfao. Idk how I came up with this pair but I love it.

[ewanmitchellconnoisseur]

𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐚𝐛𝐨𝐮𝐭...

Thinking about the Patient!Ettore x Psychiatrist!Reader fanfic chilling in my google doc...

Tw: Talk of: DubCon, Smut, Oral Sex (f and m receiving), facefucking

Word Count: 712

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Mainly thinking about how much Ettore adores his new psychiatrist...

He enjoys the little smile you give him when you first walk into the room. How you’re always so polite and kind to him even though he's unstable. How you always look over him as if you're checking him out. The way you "innocently" touch his shoulder before sitting down. How you always lean forward slightly and he can get a small view down your shirt.

He likes how you bite your lip while writing and wishes he could do it himself only until he breaks the skin the tiniest bit, just enough so a pinch of blood would paint his lips a blush red, how you'd look up at him while he does it with doe innocent eyes.

Oh, how he wishes he could darken those eyes.

He commits the small sounds you make while listening to him talk in memory for later but gets lost in them imagining what other sounds you can make.

What do your moans sound like? Could he make you moan? Do you want him to make you moan?

He notices how you cross your legs or press your thighs together when he stares at you for too long. Or how you fidget with your pen when he tries to ask you questions about yourself.

He thinks of how it would all start. Part of him wants to take you without permission and wants to see the fear in your eyes while the other part of him wants you to want it and to beg him for it. He'd initiate it quickly not giving you a chance to fight back.

He imagines you on your knees in front of him taking his cock down your throat till he hits the back. How you'd cry pretty tears while he'd fuck your throat. How fucking gorgeous you'd be all teary-eyed, swollen-lipped, hollowed cheeks and his cock in your mouth. He knows you'd gladly swallow his cum and give him that same cheeky smile you do when you sneak him an extra lollipop.

His thoughts travel back to your thighs and how his head would feel between them as he kisses his way upwards. He knows you'd be a squirmer and would enjoy it all the more, his arms already holding you from trying to move away.

He watches your face as he slowly eats you out angling his face so his nose rubs on your clit while his tongue does its work. He likes the way you grind against his face and hold onto his hair to keep him in place as if he'd ever stop. Eventually, he's adding fingers stretching you out for later. He'd overstimulate the fuck out of you until you're begging him to let you cum. He'd stop just before saying he wants you to cum on his cock.

He loves the way your mouth hangs open as he slowly pushes himself inside of you, inch by inch until he’s balls deep. He's mesmerized as he watches where your bodies join together, focused on that white ring forming around the base of his cock. He would try to wait for you to get used to his size but that would fail quickly and he'd start ramming into you at a relentless pace. He'd wrap a hand around your throat to hold you still and put a leg over his shoulder.

As you'd get louder he would lean down and put his fingers in your mouth telling you to "shut the fuck up". He would leave bites and hickeys on your neck and you'd bite into his shoulder to stiffle your moans. He'd whisper over and over how much of a good girl you’re being for him how you’re taking him so well and that he's proud of you. The praise sends you over the edge cumming around him squeezing him so hard you pull his release out of him and he cums deep inside of you.

When it's all over he would smile knowing you're walking out of here with his cum dripping out of you and your panties soaked just from him.

As you pack up your stuff to end the daily session Ettore is snapped out of his fantasy. Small beads of sweat from how real it felt to him, his cock straining agsint his scrubs fully hard. And only one thought plagues his mind.

He has to have you.

a/n: ....so that was my first time ever writing one of these. But also my first time writing anything on tumblr! So if I missed anything like a warning or maybe if someone has a recommendation for formatting please tell me! And id love feedback ive never done this before!! Thank youuuu!

(The crazy thing is I have a whole story chilling in my Google Docs about this...)

[surplus-of-sarcasm]

I Do Not Believe in Giving Up

Part 2

TW: Blood, violence, choking (no death), death threats, unconsciousness

I lay there, facedown, on the stone cold floor, shivering slightly. I hurt all over. There was stuff running down my face. Sweat, blood, and I tried to convince myself that the tears coming out of my eyes were from the cold.

"Get up and fight like a man, you coward!" he spat, kicking me in the ribs. I was about to mutter a swear word, but I decided against it, groaning instead.

"I. SAID. GET. UP. RIGHT. NOW." He kicked me harder this time. As tempting as it was to give up, to just lie there and let him finish me, I wasn't going to do it. It may have hurt a lot, but it would never hurt more than to die laying on the ground like that. He wanted a fight? That's exactly what he's getting!

Pride would be the end of me, stubbornness being the poison I injected into my own veins. But is it really living, even if for a moment, if your life is not your own? Your last moment, no more than a choice wrenched out of your hands by fear? I couldn't live with it, not if I tried.

I got up, slowly, but it was happening. I staggered towards him and a managed to parry a punch. That gave me a bit of confidence and I lunged at him, but that was a mistake. A terrible mistake. He punched mercilessly. Slapped my face like how someone would swat an insect. He kicked me in the gut and when I tried to get up, he pinned me down and balled his hands into fists and sent them smashing down on my ribs with such force, that it only took three times till he fractured some. I bit my lip to stop myself from howling in pain; I didn't want to give him the satisfaction of that. I couldn't stop myself completely and a strangled cry came out.

Then, he lifted me up by the neck and if his fingers were clasped just a little tighter, he would've choked me to death. I tried kicking and flailing, but it was no use. I could feel his rancid breath against my face, and he sneered at me then said in a tone dripping with so much contempt, that it would degrade even the proudest of people to the level of literal garbage, "Before I kill you and throw your body where it belongs, weakling, let me see your face. I want to see the fear, I want to see how much of a coward you really are. I see it in your eyes, but I wonder what the rest of your face has to say about it."

I tried to resist, but it was no use. I painfully contorted my face into a scowl. I tried to look far braver than I felt, and as he removed the hood covering my face, I wiped some blood and sweat off my face and smeared it on his own, as one last insult before my death.

When he saw my face, the look he wore changed quickly from condescension to shock. I felt his grip around my neck loosen, and he slowly whispered, "You're just... a boy." He let go of me, and I fell to the ground, trying not to wince.

"You can't have come here on your own accord. Who made you fight me? Is there someone involved, who is NOT a child, boy?"

"I made me fight you. Also, I'm not talking. You've seen before that I'm not afraid of you killing me or beating me to shreds." I gave him a death glare. I really didn't care if my attitude was making him mad. I wasn't going to beg for his mercy and snivel like some loser. I tried to get up, but he pinned me down. Except it wasn't as strong as the first time. It was almost like he didn't want to hurt me. "I won't hurt you. I do not fight children. I want to know which cowardly person sent a mere boy to fight in their place."

"I'm not a child! I told you, I will not talk. Stop wasting time and fight 'like a man'!" I swatted his hand away, and spat out that last part sardonically.

I leaned on the wall for support to get up. I was done with this. The only thing that really scared me was if he got to my sister and my friends, no, not friends, brothers. I didn't need anyone to feel sorry for me, especially not some dolt, who thought people were below him if they couldn't beat him in a fist-fight. I had a mission, and I was going to try to finish it, even if it landed me in my grave. I wished I could've done it too because I suddenly felt weak and fell to the ground, everything turning pitch black around me.

Notes: I swear I'll write smth fluffy! I'm sorry for all this angst I'm posting! Anyway, no pressure, but feel free to tell me what you think. Fun fact: This was one of the first fight scenes I've ever written!

[danqiel0010]

David Prikop

I just need him to stick his white reproductive organs inside me. Just go in dry. Balls deep. And stroke my guts with his uncut dick until I'm my intestines is leaking its juices. I want his dick real wet. I want my hole all loose and numb from him sliding himself in and out of me. I want him to bust a heavy white nut inside me, then use his red and sensitive cock to rub that cum all over my rectum. The type of thick and viscous nut that sticks to anything that's wet. I want him to rub it in deep inside me and smear his warm load across every fold of my violated and injured guts. Just in and out of my ass, churning our fluids together with his pink wet dick. All hot and swollen. I want him to get off on watching me, face down on my belly and ass up, get impregnated with his dank cum that could make the whole room reek of unprotected sex and possible STD's. And when he pulls out, his dick flicks out and splashes our juices all over my back while a my loose hole explodes with our fluids.

And just when I think he's finished, he slides his uncut white dick inside me all over again. I want to feel that intense burning sensation of getting re-penetrated. That feeling of my used hole getting violated and injured, and that loosened feeling of me feeling like my shit is being pulled out of my body. Except when I look down, all I see is a mixture of blood, cum, and gut juices dripping down from my nutsack and into whatever surface I'm laying on. I want to turn my head around and see his face behind me, him mounting me to maximize his control as he breeds my body. To keep me from twitching away to relieve myself of my burning asshole. His arms on top of mines. His sweat soaking my back and his chest, mixing with the fluids from my ass. And we'll fall together with him on top of me as he shoves himself balls deep into my body to pump out his last load of the hour. And we'll stay like that till he's refilled his scrotum with fresh semen.

And I want him to keep breeding me until I wake up with a crust of our dried fluids covering my entire ass and back, and mouth from him getting tired of my loosened ass and moving on to fuck my tight throat. Throat-fucked so badly that my jaw gets locked open with spit, mucus, and semen dripping out of my throat. Pain that makes me pass out and wake up several hours or days later, barely able to move with my lower half completely numb and my mouth still stuck open. Left eye barely able to see through the crusty layer of dried cum, spit, and mucus that cover my entire face. Right eye glued shut with dried cum. I can only taste blood and semen as I crawl forward to the bathroom to wash off. Except I wouldn't make it that far with David standing there, with his solid uncut white dick extended, still dirty from having explored and busting nut in both ends of my gastrointestinal system, looking down at me. watching me. With each move, my expanded belly presses up against the floor and forces semen to squirt out my hole. Him smirking at the idea that my body is signaling him for several more rounds of gut-wrenching fucking.

[bemylord]

haikyuu boys have a size kink

characters: ushijima, kuroo, atsumu, bokuto, tsukishima.

warnings: smut, oral, belly bulge, degrade, breeding and size kink, anal, gagging.

ᴜꜱʜɪᴊɪᴍᴀ ᴡᴀᴋᴀᴛᴏꜱʜɪ

like every boy who has a thick cock - he'd be smug whilst fucking your cunt to see how your belly is bulging due to his cock.

you'll boost his ego if you'd scratch his back or biceps, so ensuingly in the morning, his back would be dotted in the red patterns; screaming his name like it's the one word you know.

a big daddy in the bed. wanna stay all day in the bed and receiving cuddles and smooches? call ushijima daddy or captain. it would blow his mind, hearing your broken voice, thanks to his cock, moaning and whimpering.

'd-daddy!' you're getting lost in ushijima's thick cock, lacking of his deep, but morbid kisses. ushijima is biting your lips, immediately licks the blood that flowing down into your chin. strikes are powerful, beating moans and whimpers from your mouth every time his balls are hitting your ass. ushi hoists your up from the bed you were laying on: with one hand his holding your waist whilst another one is keeping the buttocks. nudging your tight and dripping pussy on his cock, feeling the closest orgasm.

'my baby, i'm close, i-' you're kissing the protruding bone on his collarbone, leaving there small hickeys that will come off in a couple of minutes. ushijima presses his lips against yours, increasing his tempo, pulling your closer to his body. 'let's do it together, honey, cum on my dick'

'cum inside me, ushi, i wanna feel your sperm inside me' you murmured wheezing, bouncing on his cock, feeling the wave is overwhelming you, bringing what you've been needy for a long time. as wakatoshi felt your creampie on his dick he bowed his head back, making his last movements 'till he did the last like you. he kept nudging into you a couple of times, make sure you've got off his semen in your belly. he kissed your sweat forehead, carrying you to the bathroom.

ᴋᴜʀᴏᴏ ᴛᴇᴛꜱᴜʀᴏᴜ

kuroo likes to do it in a raw when you aren't prepared, just enough to feel how a big cock is stretching your walls, going in until his balls squish against your ass and going out, bursting inside with speed, beating out of you desperate, concupiscent moan.

being complacent through the whole intercourse, degrading and humiliating you by calling you slut or needy puppy.

kuroo adores when you're taking the initiative by getting fucked into his lap, controlling the pace, and watching your lover's lustful expression.

'bouncing on my fat cock like that should be illegal, babe, ah~' he groaned when you take his member all, drooping down, moving the pelvis forward and backward. 'jumping on it, babe' kuroo thrusts hips up, forcing you to grab his shoulders. you looked into his eyes, taking the massive dick which is destroying your cunt.

'kuroo, ng~' you whimpered, when kuroo put hands on your waist burying himself deeper. you put yourself at the risk, slightly blowing on kuroo's ear, moaning quietly as you're cumming. your walls are squeezing his dick so tight, that he groaning, bend you over.

'did you had my permission to cum? now, i'm gonna fill your cunt with me hot sperm until it'll be enough to dripping from your pussy'

ᴀᴛꜱᴜᴍᴜ ᴍɪʏᴀ

deep oral - his favorite one. as a punishment, when you wake him up in his dick inside your tiny mouth. frankly speaking, his dick is so massive that it barely fits in your mouth: you could suck only his glans, clearly can't put a cock deeper because of the length.

another one who would be smug when you can't take his cock entirely. would be grinning and laughing at your gagging face, when you're attempting to pull away to have a breath of air.

enjoys thrusting his pelvis up when you getting down on the dick, just to make sure he's the leader.

'gag on it, sugar. feel every inch of my thick cock' atsumu did a fist of your hair to use your head as he wants. atsumu didn't have time to breathe, practically choking by his dick. atsumu might be a boy who would cherish and loving a boyfriend, but when the last ray of sunshine leaves the earth - you should call him daddy. licking his balls to the pink head, being forcing to put a dick until the glans will touch your throat.

'those tears, baby girl, that's because it's big, isn't it? taste my cum, girl' atsumu wen crazy, when he sees your tears - he's the one who can ruin your makeup, making your eyeliner run down your cheeks, leaving the black patters. your closed eyes tight, open your throat to take his cock and semen. your lover came with a loud groan, making a serial of hits in you. the mouth is filled with a hot liquid just as atsumu wanted it. you swallowed the sperm, staring at his smug and sassy facial expression.

'now sit on my face, i'm gonna eat you dripping pussy'

ʙᴏᴋᴜᴛᴏ ᴋᴏᴛᴀᴜʀᴏᴜ

he's kinda clingy and tactile: pressing you against his muscle, interlacing your fingers, kissing your lips softly and lazily, contrary to his painful strikes in your pussy.

when he first made a push in you, he was over and over asking 'how do you feel?' or 'can i move, my angel?' when you get used to his size, bokuto acts more confident - he doesn't like seeing you crying because of his cock.

bokuto is a sweet pie when it comes to the aftercare - his treasured part. bokuto will spread smooches all over your cute face, making you blushed and smile.

'my little owl, it-' bokuto groaned, when you scratched his back, pulling him closer by his torso. he kissed your lips, running hands all over your body, trying to feel every curve, smooth skin, and irregularities. if there's kink named: the man who's obsessed with your body - it'd be koutarou's kink. the captain is terribly obsessed with you. every your 'defect' that you're trying to hide, bokuto adores.

'you're gonna make your captain cum, i-' before he could finish, the spontaneously wave of orgasm made him push inside you deeply. in addition, your walls are wringing out the last of his sperm. both of you felt your high note suddenly, remaining with his breath knocked out, drowning in each other arms.

'let's have a cuddle session!' you've got no way to run.

ᴛꜱᴜᴋɪꜱʜɪᴍᴀ ᴋᴇɪ

honorable master of degrading you. doesn't care about phrases he's talking whilst pumping into you. he'd degrade and humiliate through all the night you'll be fucking. actually, tsukki is tremendously affectional after that.

the perfect way to show who's the host? anal sex for sure. your hole isn't scratched for his massive cock - amazing for him, painful for you [could be a slogan for your night-life]

scoundrel when he watches how your facial expression changes from the 'wrong hole, tsukki, it hurts' to the 'please rub my clit, i'm gonna creampie, tsukki please'

'tsukki-'

'you know my name, slut, call it!'

tsukishima spanked your ass with a resounding sound that left the mark on your booty. you're on ll fours, hair pulled, back arched - as your daddy loves to. it hurts so much that you couldn't feel anything, but his dick. you screamed his nickname when tsukki found the right nerve profoundly in the ass. kei pulled your hair back, facing your ear, biting and licking. he knew what'll be if he dares to do that - you felt the familiar feeling inside your belly. a new batch of orgasm is about to come, kei rubs your clit as he learned to read the mind. unconsciously, you squeeze his dick while finishing, uttering the nickname. you sank to your elbows with a dick inside you.

'd-daddy'

'that's right, now daddy is gonna cum and cum until your ass will drain my balls'

//~~//

why i did bokuto so sweet it must a nsfw work, but i hope you liked it!

highly recommending to listen 'lights down low' while reading it. omgfd it feels different.

[liitlesunshiine]

Villainous Taste

(Detective reader x Villain Bakugo)

Warnings: NSFW, smut, mentions of death, degradation, manipulation, very bad bad stuff, dubcon, noncon, assault, sub/dom themes, don’t read if sensitive to violent themes

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You sighed in frustration at your desk that was fully covered with a mountain of papers. It’s been over year now since you’ve been assigned to the notorious Bakugo, Katsuki case; and you’ve made little to no progress on catching the pesky fucking villain. You were losing your patience by the day. Especially since it felt like a personal attack on your ego that you still haven’t managed to pin this guy down. The great detective Y/N, Y/LN getting played and taken a fool by the villain himself. It’s not like you’ve made no progress though. There were times, many instances in fact, when you managed to pin the villain down. The constant face to face encounters only ending with the villain toying with you and taunting you. It’s honesty a surprise that you’re still alive considering all the chances he has had to kill you. Condescending dick, you were sure he was getting off by the chase. This all seemed to be a game to him and it infuriated you even more since you were practically entertaining it. He was thriving off the little interactions with the quirkless detective.

The way he would cockily stride his way to you with that big smirk smeared across his face. Eyes devouring your body that left an unsteady chill run down your spine. His presence held such power and intimidation that you couldn’t help but take steps back with every step he took forward. You always felt like a deer in headlights whenever he swaggered towards you. No amount of experience or expertise will ever get you accustomed to his predatory gaze.

“Go figure they’d send a quirkless bitch my way. They must really hate’ya.” He said with a rather amusing look, never breaking his eye contact with you. He grabbed a piece of your hair twisting it softly between his fingers, as if he were inspecting it. You could’ve sworn he was sniffing it too.

Yea, you were quirkless but you managed to hold your own ground. Having to work ten times as hard, having to prove yourself among your peers and having to earn the respect and position you have worked so tirelessly for years. While being quirkless was a hinderance or handicap as some would say, it was a mountain that you decided needed to be climbed. You reached its peak and planted your flag years ago. This title wasn’t given to you mindlessly. You dedicated tears, sweat, and blood to get to where you are now. Gained recognition from higher up heroes themselves and even managed to get assigned to Bakugo’s case; the most wanted and powerful villain in Japan. Now, you weren’t in denial either, you were well aware you stood no chance against the hero toe to toe. Hell, even the top tier heroes themselves barely made it out alive. You were simply here to pinpoint his locations and set up an area for his arrest. What seemed to be a simple task ended up as a wide scale massacre with Bakugo skimping through all the heroes nonchalantly. It was a complete blood bath. All the pro heroes who were posted for defense that day were to be blown up to pieces; the graphic scene till this day haunts you in your sleep. Sleepless nights and paranoia became a norm, with the image of him dripping with blood casually stalking towards you was something that you have not been able to shake out of your head for months now.

He had forced you into an alley that day. You were trying your best to steady your breathing and figure out an attempt to get the fuck out of this predicament. Your eyes skimmed for any opening, avoiding his intense gaze, looking anywhere but his blooded face.

You felt your back hit against the wall. He was now sickly close to you, you placed your head down in shame looking at his shoes rather than his face. Knowing damn well there was no way out of this situation. Beads of sweat ran down your back and colored your forehead. He slammed both his hands against the wall, causing you to jump, your head now trapped in between his forearms. His body hovered over, the smell of blood forcing its way into your nose. The intense body heat radiating off of him, had your head spinning. You felt frozen in place, every worst case scenario rushing through your mind, trying to stay steady while silently sobbing to yourself.

“My eyes are up here slut.” He gripped your chin roughly forcing your eyes to meet his. You took in the rough image of the villain in front of you. You saw the spiky unruly hair sticking out in every direction, some parts drenched in the blood of his victims. His sharp facial features looked even more intimidating under this light, little scars freckled his skin here and there scattered throughout; and his 5 o'clock shadow appearing in patches. It was his eyes that took you by surprise most. None of the pictures posted online, none of the documents you saw ever matched what appeared in front of you. The dark ruby colored eyes stared curiously back at you, analyzing your every move. The stare felt strangely intimate, and it probably would’ve been considering the circumstance. Y/N wasn’t sure if she was really fully conscious of what was happening, but having him so close was making her feel unnerved. Hell, even as a villain there are many people who admire and drool over the criminal. But seeing him this up close drenched in the blood of your peers was when the fear and guilt washed over you and you quickly snapped out of his trance. You were brought back to your senses and reminded of your current predicament. The images of the heroes fighting and dying at the hands of this animal quickly flooded in. Anger now overwhelming your sense. You reminded yourself that you were quirkless, not helpless. And with that thought, you broke your intense gaze away from him, slapping his hand off your chin and quickly spitting in his face. The action caught him rather off guard and you took this delayed response to knee him in the balls and bolt for it “FUCKING BITCH!” He roared.

~

Ever since then your encounters with Bakugo have been rather odd to say the least. You didn’t really know how else to describe it. You couldn’t tell what he was thinking. There were instances where he would get rather “touchy” and others where he would straight up just physically hurt you. It was a wind whirl of emotions and odd behavior whenever you encountered him. You didn’t know what to make of it either. He could’ve killed you months ago and the fact that he hasn’t, has left you feeling uncomfortable and confused. You felt yourself wanting to avoid him now, you haven’t been prioritizing his case anymore and you’ve lost all the spunk and passion you had in the beginning. Continuously failing to catch him and having countless of pro heroes dying at the hands of his explosions was something you no longer had the heart to bare.

Especially now that whenever you found him he’d just toy with you. It was beginning to seem as if he's looking forward to these little encounters, like he’s waiting for you. You began to notice the issue when he was becoming purposefully sloppy in hiding his tracks, it was if he was screaming to be caught. And after working his case for over a year Y/N knew his actions, how careful and precise he could be when he wanted to. A perfectionist in his own right but now, now he was practically waving a flag yelling at you where he is and to come and get him. This was a total 180 from his usual behavior and tactic and with each encounter becoming more unseemly; Y/N thought it was best to take a break from the scandalous villain. You decided on no longer participating on the missions. You couldn’t shake off the eerie feeling of this situation and where you were once so headstrong stepping into the battlefield, your courage and pride was stripped from you. Now the only thing you prioritize was staying the hell away from him. So with whatever information you did find on the villain was quickly handed over to the hero agency without any hesitation.

~

After a few months of you steering clear from the villain, his crime scenes were becoming more brutal and graphic by the week. His killing sprees drastically increasing and the victims were piling up. Y/N couldn’t help but to let guilt consume her. Thoughts of Bakugo infiltrated Y/N’s mind. From the moment she woke up, to while she’d desperately attempt to sleep. You felt yourself slowly going insane. As if your movements were being watched at all times. Your mental state began taking a toll on you and was affecting your work. You could no longer focus on anything for a span of time without the mere image of a bloodied Bakugo appearing in your head.

His case was one you guiltily found compassion in. One of the top students in UA Academy showing nothing but absolute potential to become a top ranking hero crumbled and fell to villainy after his long time friend Izuku Midoriya, was killed trying to save him. It appeared the guilt ate him up inside and as a result, Bakugo quickly blamed the heroes for being weak and unable and decided on taking matters to his own hands by killing everyone involved that day in Midoriya’s death. This paired on with him living in an abusive household led to what he is now, at least that’s what Y/N assumed. Y/N’s heart felt torn in two feeling somewhat sympathetic towards him due to his rough upbringing and traumatic past but either way it did not excuse the atrocities he was committing now. You felt yourself falling deeper into the rabbit hole because of this man. You finally decided this couldn’t continue on any longer. You requested a transfer, figure you cut your losses with Bakugo’s case and move on with your life.

~

It had been two weeks since you’ve transferred departments and moved into the inner city of Tokyo. It was new, it was adventurous, and it was a step forward. A perfect way to start fresh and move on. You felt the withdrawals from Bakugo’s case every now and then, mainly the guilt consuming you at night or whenever you saw the news appear on TV with a new crime he had committed. You did your best to avoid those emotions though. He was no longer your problem and you did everything you could anyways. Regardless, your attempts at catching him always resulted with blood on your hands.

It was a particular long day at work. You decided on staying later than usual setting up the finishing touches in your new office. You figured you’d also catch up on some cases to avoid getting swamped on Monday. By the end of it you came to realize it was a quarter past midnight. “Oh shit, I gotta get the hell outta here,’ you mumbled to yourself while you quickly got your personal things and organized the remaining loose ends in the office. You locked up everything and exited out the building, deciding on taking the metro home since you felt exhausted and couldn’t commit to the 2 mile walk.

You weren’t used to the metro being so empty and silent, but it was rather peaceful you thought. While the doors open you took no notice in the looming figure behind you. Exhausted and empty minded you walked in, to the doors behind you closing. You were instantly snapped out of your daze when you got shoved against the pole and a hand quickly covering your mouth to silence your scream.

“I’m real upset quirkless.” You immediately recognized the voice and a chill ran down your spine. You looked up to see the reflection of Bakugo off the window, he was staring at you dead in the eye. His signature scowl heavily evident on his face.

“Are you trying to hide from me? Made me follow your ass all the way to Tokyo now? Come on quirkless, you know I hate being teased.” He positioned himself to have his crotch lined up with your ass. You felt the pressure only getting bigger with each word he spoke. Your heart was racing by this point, you tried to wiggle your way out of his grasp but he only gripped you harder as a result. He pulled your hair forcing you to look at him once again through the reflection.

“What happened slut, got bored of me? Am I not important enough anymore to catch? I’ve killed hundreds of people ya know, why did you stop trying to arrest me? Don’t tell me another villain got your attention. I don’t mind killing off the competition babe.” He gripped your hair even harder to the point where your skull was becoming numb, your cheeks already salted with tears.

“Fucking slut, I should seriously punish you. You’ve been making me work overtime.”

The train did a gradual stop and the doors open once again with two individuals walking in. Y/N felt a bit of hope wash over her until Bakugo moved to sit down on the opposite direction, forcing you on top and both your backs facing the two people who just walked in. Since he was wearing a hoodie no one would be able to recognize him from this angle. Right now the situation looked like two people who are just foundling on the train. You now sat directly on top of the villain’s lap. His hand still covering your mouth harshly. When you felt the bulge in his pants fully erect is when you began to whimper.

“Awe, did my slut miss me? Don’t worry detective, I’ll give you some nice warranted attention.” His free hand began to stroke your exposed thigh. The action immediately had you squish your thighs together and attempt to get away. But he simply responded with gripping you tighter.

“Try anything and I’ll fucking take you right here, right now. I’ll blow up everyone in this fucking train. Try me bitch.”

He placed a testing hand on your thigh and tapped it softly as if waiting for your reaction. You stayed still not daring to move. “Come on baby, open up for your favorite villain.”

You silently nodded your head no, more tears springing out. He gripped your thigh roughly.

“Y/N, I won’t ask again. Fucking open.” The authority and venom that came from that demand left you having goosebumps. The fear reached you and before you knew it, you had your legs opened and spread for him.

"Atta girl.” He hummed satisfied and began stroking your inner thigh. Absolute shame and guilt overtaking your senses, you felt completely out of control and held prisoner. Your mind trying to disassociate itself with the current reality you’re in right now. But only to being brought back with his rough hands violating you and his threatening tone looming over you. “Now, I’m gonna release my hand from your mouth. If you make any fucking noise, I’ll kill everyone in this metro and make you watch while they beg for their lives, m’kay.” You nodded rather quickly, you wouldn’t be dumb enough to even dare to do such a thing. Too many people have already fallen victim to this animal, you refuse to take part in anymore blame for it. You’d figure you just let him use you and quickly get over the situation and forget it ever happen. Maybe you’ll set up an attempt to try and kill him yourself. Either way, the sooner this is over the sooner you get to go home and ball your eyes out and come up with a plan. He hummed again with your response.

“Good girl.” His hand slowly and hesitantly left your mouth and snaked its way to your thighs. He gripped both of them and forced your legs to open wider.

"Really liking the skirt baby. Makes accessing you so much easier.” He chuckled in your ear, mocking you. Ironic considering this is the first time you’ve worn a skirt in over a year. Your fucking luck. This whole thing was just entertainment for him, bastard.

His hands slowly made themselves lower reaching the inner most part of your thighs. He pulled the skirt up, completely showcasing your thong and pantyhose. You practically heard him salivating behind you. You tried to close your legs feeling painfully embarrassed.

“Tsk. What did I say Y/N” he forced your legs apart once again but with more aggression and speed, that lead you to buckle your hips onto him. You instantly became flushed, feeling the heat rise to your cheeks at the realization of what you just did. You heard him groan.

“Such a fucking tease.” He ripped your pantyhose apart, giving him full entrance to your underwear. The cold air had a cooling sensation on your inner thighs and you felt yourself softy throb. You let out a silent whine and he quickly shoved two of his fingers in your mouth while the other started doing soft circles on your clit.

“Fuck quirkless. You’re so wet, always knew you were a fucking whore for me.”

Even to your surprise you didn’t expect yourself to be this hot and ready for him. You felt completely betrayed by your body but you couldn’t help in relishing in the sensation. It felt so good to finally be touched by someone even if it was someone as vile as him. Is this what it feels like to have the most dangerous man about finger fuck you on the metro train? Maybe you can just pretend you’re getting touched by Jim- the cute and quirky coworker of yours, but with every flick even that was seeming to be difficult already. You were sucking and licking his fingers shamelessly and subconsciously grinding down on his erection. You were definitely disgusted from yourself. But you’d be lying if the thought of fucking this villain hasn’t crossed your mind. Especially with the constant harassment you faced whenever you crossed paths, how he’d violate you but never to this extent. Always leaving you in an array of emotions. Even now you’re having a hard time understanding what exactly is happening.

Your eyes snapped right open when the fingers in your mouth left to slap your pussy. You glared at him with a concerning look. He only smiled in response, the sadistic kind.

“You seemed distracted baby. Got me doing all this work and you’re not even paying attention.”

His wet fingers hooked your underwear and causally pulled them off. You were now completely exposed and the reality of the situation was settling on you. “Bakugo please don’t.”

“After you were sucking and grinding on me? Don’t act so innocent now bitch, you’re fucking soaked. Pussy is practically begging for my cock.”

He slipped one finger inside slowly, as if he was exploring the inside of your pussy. His fingers were thick and scarred due to years of using his quirk. The sensation alone was enough for you to throw your head back on his shoulder, opening your legs wider for him. You couldn’t grasp the reason for your actions. Here you were shamelessly opening yourself up and enjoying the fingers of a villain who has caused so much destruction and brought about so much pain in your life. How is it that you’re enjoying this? You really are a terrible person.

“Fuck baby, this is quite the sight.”

Any attempt in trying to hide what you and Bakugo were doing was completely thrown out the window by the sloppy and lewd noises from the villain fingering you. You began to bite your bottom lip in attempt to hold back the moans trying to escape you when he added a second finger.

“Don’t hold them noises back, let these people know how good you feel from just by my fingers slut.” By this point you couldn’t control the soft noises coming out of you even though you were trying. He was fingering you with such expertise, you were feeling yourself beginning to melt under him. When was the last time someone had touched you liked this? Are you so touch starved that you’re about to cum from out of all people- Bakugou Katisuki? Your mind was spinning.

The train reached its second stop. You tried to close your legs and compose yourself before the doors had open but Bakugo didn’t stop his assault. “Bakug-“

“Keep them open baby. We’ll put on a show for whoever sees. I don’t give a fuck.”

The only two passengers who were on the train walked out rather quickly and with no one else entering, it was just you and this villain inside. You couldn’t tell if that was a good thing or bad but at least the risk of him hurting someone else isn’t looming over your head. Instead of taking this moment to escape you threw your arms up gripping Bakugo by the neck. Might as well and try to get this over with. Sooner this ends, the sooner you get go home and bleach your skin clean and pray for forgiveness to whichever god decides to listen. This action did indeed catch him slightly by surprise but he stopped fingering you momentarily and ripped your shirt off revealing your bra to him. He quickly gripped both of your breasts massaging them in his hand.

“Turn around.” He huskily said into your ear. Already lost in the sensation of how good he was making you feel, you quickly got off him to then get back on straggling him. You were now back on him facing him with your cunt completely exposed, skirt crumbled up to your waist, and your breasts directly in his face. He was smirking down on you. He gripped the center of your bra and activated his quirk leaving the bra in shreds.

“Any idea how long I’ve been wanting to fuck this pretty little body of yours?” He gripped your neck, choking you slightly while his mouth made his way to your nipple. “Way too fucking long. Gonna devour your little cunt. Gonna make you pay for all the trouble you’ve been causing me.” His hand left your throat and began squeezing and pinching your nipple. The action causing a moan to rip out of you. “Fucking bitch, you’ve been such a distraction.” You were gripping and pulling his hair now while grinding furiously against his crouch in a desperate attempt to feel some type of friction. “Bakugo-“

“Katsuki,” he corrected, “we’ve been past the formalities for a while now”

You blushed, you rarely call anyone by their first name but Bakugo could be the exception. Besides it’s not like he wasn’t fingering your pussy like a jackhammer on a public train 5 minutes ago, not like you were grinding on him like a desperate dog in heat right now...

“Suki,” you said hoping the cute pet name would be enough to grab his attention, you attempted to sound as desperate and needy as possible, “please make me cum already.” You pleaded while placing your hands on his shoulders. Makeup smudged from the tears and sweat, lipstick smeared on your chin from him covering it, clothes all ruined and your hair a mess, you already looked so fucked out, Bakugo just ate the sight up. He had his hands gripping the side of your hips caressing them. You leaned in wanting a kiss until he quickly gripped your face squeezing your cheeks together preventing it so. “On your knees baby.”

While still squeezing your face you slowly get off his lap on your knees in between his legs.

“Open your mouth and show me your tongue.” He released his tight grip but kept his hand in place, you opened your mouth and slowly stuck out your tongue. He gave a devious smirk, in which you saw something enlighten in his eyes. The bright red color seeming more mahogany now. He leans in lining his mouth above yours and spits on your tongue. He nods his head allowing you to swallow, which you complied easily to. You now waited patiently for his next orders, your full submissive side completely taking over, not like you have much of a choice anyways. Regardless, the desire to please him and the desperation from under is consuming your every thought and sensation.

“Go on slut, suck daddy’s cock.” He leans into the seat with his legs fully spread to you. You slowly unzip his pants with shaking hands allowing his dick to spring free. You nearly drooled at the sight wanting to taste him badly. He was completely erect, a huge vain running down the base of his cock, the tip already covered in precum looking swollen and red. You lean in his dick using your hands to pump him, you slowly bought the tip towards your mouth giving it small kitten like licks. As you began sucking the villain in front of you, he lets out small grunts and groans throughout. He eventually pulls your hair and shoves his dick entirely in your mouth forcing itself to hit the back of your throat. 10 seconds pass by and he hasn’t removed his hand, 11, 12… your eyes begin watering and you’re desperately attempting to get fresh air. You begin pulling away only for Katsuki to laugh and hold you down tighter. “Aha’ha choking on my dick detective? Such a cock hungry whore… this outa teach you a lesson, maybe I’ll get some hand cuffs late-later on and treat you like you really deserve, yea-yeah. That sounds soo good.”

While Bakugo goes back and forth with himself, you begin getting red faced and losing consciousness he pulls your hair up forcing you off and you while you take this opportunity to weed in gaps of air desperately and choking, he quickly shoves himself back inside your mouth. This time he moved your head in up/down motions, you attempted your best to slurp and suck with minimal oxygen entering your system, but it was proven to be very difficult, luckily enough you notice the villain becoming slower and sloppier with his movements. You brought yourself to deep throat his cock once more until the warm liquid has finally entered your mouth. The taste sour and sticky inside, this is what sin must taste like you thought.

As on cue, the metro did a halt and you instantly recognized the location. You gave a side eye to the villain next to you who also knew this was the stop to your neighborhood. He self confidently got up and immediately zipped his pants. He took off the hoodie he wore only leaving the black tank top underneath and shoved it over your head. The hoodie was long enough to cover your whole body and you were thankful since your current garments were in shreds across the floor. It also smelled strangely sweet, odd, like burnt caramel? Maybe the lack of oxygen is making you slightly delusional? You assumed, well hoped- this is where you would go separate ways with the villain. Have this memory go to the grave with you and forget it ever happened. But to your lovely surprise he picks you up bridal style and carries you out the metro. You looked at him questioningly, the feeling of dread looming over and suddenly becoming overwhelming just waiting for his response. He simply smirked.

“You’re clocking in overtime tonight detective.”

[theblackpearls]

Mirror Mirror

Synopsis: You are Chris Evans date for the endgame Premiere. That is if you can make it on time.

Warning: Smut. Oral Sex (Man receiving). Raw Sex (Use condoms IRL. Safe sex is the best sex) Mirror Kink (if that's a kink)

A/N: Had this in my drafts...enjoy!

You look at yourself in the long mirror of your walk-in closet. The dusty rose shirt that has a deep V-neck complements your honey skin perfectly. Your boobs look great and real compared to Rebecca’s fake ones. The Black leather skirt on you inches your waist and stops short above your thighs.

You smile as you see Chris in the reflection He wraps his arms from behind you and lays his chin on your shoulder.

“Damn,” Chris said. “I am the luckiest man alive.”

You smile at his words and look at you both in the mirror. He was a guy and didn’t exactly dress up but when he did, God himself could not look away from the creature he sculpted. Chris has a green t-shirt on and a black blazer over it. His blue jeans hug him in all the right places. You thank God every day that he is yours and that You are his. Life was good. Chris was perfect. You weren’t perfect but shit that didn’t matter. As long as Chris thought you were perfect you didn’t care.

“And don’t you forget it,” You say softly.

“Never,” Chris says as he kisses your shoulder blade.

He continues to kiss your shoulder and then moves up to your neck. You look in the mirror and meet his eyes. Chris loves to watch you react to him. His blue eyes darken, and You know that you’re going to be late to the party. You don’t mind, you didn’t want to go anyway. Chris continues to kiss your neck, not taking his eyes off of you in the mirror. You watch as his hands slips to your long legs and then pulls up your skirt.

You cannot see your sex in the mirror, but that doesn’t mean that Chris doesn’t find it. His hands run over the lace underwear and You hear him groan.

“I’m tired of you and this damn underwear,” Chris says. “I like you bare, makes it easier for me,”

“I didn’t think we’d do this so soon,” You say. “I at least thought you would have saved it for the limo,”

“Oh,” Chris said with a wicked smirk. “Don’t think I won’t fuck you in the limo too,”

Your cheeks flush at his words. At this rate, you were never going to make it to the party. As long as you were being touched by Chris, you didn’t care if you ever left the house. Chris’s hands don’t slip in your underwear. His hands skim over the fabric that covers your sex and you moan.

Your eyes do not leave Chris as you get down on your knees. Your hands move to Chris buckle and before you can move he grabs your hands to stop you. You never pictured yourself doing this, but you’ve done it for Chris multiple times. At first, you were uncomfortable but then as time went on You enjoyed it. After all, you were pleasing Chris and that’s all you ever wanted. Both of you needed to enjoy sex and this came with it. Chris brings your hands to his lips and kisses them.

“You know you don’t have to do this,” Chris reminds.

“I want to,” You say.

Chris smiles at your words and then places your hands on his hips. You move your hands to his buckle and undo them. You slide his pants down and look at his hips. His member is not well hidden in his black Calvin Klein boxers. You’ve had many boyfriends, but Chris was different. You didn’t have sex with them, you waited till marriage, till Chris. But every time Chris made love to you, you knew that his size and length was not normal. You thought that penises the length of your forearm and the width of your write was only in Wattpad books. But with Chris, you soon found out that it wasn’t a myth.

Your hands pull down Chris’s boxers and you are met with his penis, erect and ready for you. You look up at Chris and he still has that worried look. You want to show him that you can do it and that you want to, for him. This is the time you’d get on your knees and not pray. You move one hand to his penis and hold it softly in your tiny hands. Chris hisses at the contact, your soft hands feel the blood pulsing in his length.

You do not take your eyes off of Chris, he likes watching you. You want him to watch you. You run your hand up and down his length, pumping him slowly. You thought you could use one hand, but Chris is big that you always end up using both of your hands. As you pump with both of your hands, Chris hisses and meets your eyes. You love that he is becoming weak just by your touch. You then smile at him and kiss the tip of his penis.

“Fuck…” Chris hisses and slowly his eyes.

You want him to open his eyes and watch you. You kiss the sides of his length while the other hands go to his balls and massage them. Chris opens his eyes again and looks at your work. You smirk as you sit on your knees. You then open your mouth and suck on the tip. You flick your tongue over the opening and Chris groans. You swirl your tongue around while playing with his balls as well. You want to go further and give him the pleasure he gives you. You move your hand farther down his length and your mouth follows the same motion, taking more of him.

“Baby…” Chris moans.

You ignore him and move down until his length fills your mouth. You then move your head up and down in a constant motion. Sucking, twisting and turning, you give Chris pleasure like he’s never known. Chris’s hands move a few stray hairs from your face and holds it. You look up at him as you continue to suck him. His mouth is open and phantom curses fall from his mouth. His eyes close and he is fighting to keep his balance. You feel his penis harden and you know this feeling all too well. Chris would never release in your mouth, he loved you too much to disrespect you like that. But maybe he wants that tonight, so you continue. Chris then pulls his hips away from your mouth and you look at him, upset.

“No, Babygirl” Chris says. “I want to come inside you,”

Chris then gets on his knees and lays down, his head at the base of the mirror. You then smile and straddle your husband. You hold his length up, ready to ride him and then you groan.

“What?” Chris asks with pain in his voice, he needs to release.

You quickly move off of your husband and remove your underwear. You then position yourself over him again and roll your eyes. Chris is smiling and waiting for his smart comment.

“I told you,” Chris said. “No underwear makes this so much easier,”

“I’ll listen for now on,” You say as you rub your sex over his and let out a soft whimper.

“Look at yourself,” Chris command. “I want you to see how fucking sexy you look,”

You look at yourself in the mirror and blush. Your hair is messed up but that isn’t what he wants you to see. Chris wants you to watch yourself fuck him. You position yourself above his length using the mirror. You then slide yourself on his tip and you both let out a moan. You close your eyes at the sensation and Chris slaps your ass hand.

“Don’t close your eyes,” Chris says.

You open them again and smile at him. You then lower yourself onto Chris bit by bit. With each movement, you see Chris slowly sink into you. Your heat widens as his length fills you. Once he is fully encased in you, you moan. You then place your hands on his check and slowly begin to move your hips. You don’t know if it’s the mirror or your husband, but this sex feels better and different. You move your hips up and down meeting Chris thrust. His hands fall on your hips and digs his nails into them. You let out a hiss but keep your eyes open. Your breasts bounce up and down in the shirt and you’re kind of upset that you aren’t fully naked. Chris always have good ideas about sex, and this was now one of your favorites.

“Having fun?” Chris groans still meeting your thrust.

You don’t speak, just nod and you continue to bounce on him. Sweat drips down your head and the sound of skin against skin fills the air. A thrust caused you to shutter and Chris can tell he’s found your spot. Chris then pulls your hips closer to his and lights himself up. He then wraps his arms around your waist, his back facing the mirror, but you can still see yourself. Your legs are wrapped around Chris’s torso as are your hands around his neck. You can see the desire in your eyes, your messy hair and lustful glow that encases you both.

“Chris?” You question.

“Keep going, baby,” Chris says. “You’ve never seen yourself, come. It’s an amazing sight, and I want you to see it,”

You nod and kiss your husbands’ lips. You hold onto each other and continue to make love. His wanton thrust meets your accepting ones. You moan and grip him tighter, his speed picking up. Your breast hit his chest with every powerful movement. You feel yourself being, going over the edge, the only way Chris can. You lay your head on Chris’s shoulder and still have your eyes open, you want to see it. You want to see how Chris sees you.

Your back arches and you fight to not throw yourself back. Chris pulls you closer into his chest and You keep your eyes on the mirror. The veins on your neck peek through and your mouth falls open as you release onto your husband. Seconds later, he releases in you, filling you with his essence.  You can see Chris’s shoulder tense from the mirror. Once he is finished emptying himself in you, his back relaxes.

“Chris…” You whimper.

As you come down from your high, you rest your head on his shoulder. He holds you and doesn’t disconnect from you. He likes it, being encased by you. You don’t mind for there is no place you’d rather be. Chris rubs your bag and chuckles at the moment. Chris realizes you only have ten minutes left to make it to the party.

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Idk if anyone else has asked, but I’d be like to see the first time naga!Tommy nommed Wilbur, if that’s alright?

Here’s the angsty naga noms I was talking about and completely forgot to actually write….sorry if you didn’t want something this angsty anon. But as I was writing I just kept adding warnings. Sorry not sorry.

This is part two to another story I wrote. This takes place like a month or two before the other one.

(Warnings: safe vore, mouth play, fearplay, swearing, talk of death, thinking one is going to die, talk of not safe vore, panic attack, minor injury)

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Willbur ran through the woods sweat dripping down his face. He looked back to see he was still being fallowed. He was, trees were being torn down behind him. He yelled as he almost his a tree when he looked forwards again. He stumbled into a clearing, his legs were going to give out he thought. He tried running through the clearing to get out of direct sight, but he wasn’t quick enough. A giant pale hand reached from him from the trees. He screamed only just dodging the clawed hand. He had to get out of here! He was so tired and he knew he was only being played with. He was almost tempted to just give up, but he know he would die if he did. He didn’t want to die. He screamed as yet another giant hand reached for him.

He had been trying to get to Tommy’s cave. A young naga he had meet a few weeks ago. He had first thought Tommy was going to kill him. But the red naga only seemed to want a friend. So he talked to the kid for a few hours and he was let go. He had gotten more curious and had gone back to find Tommy. He got lost and Tommy found him. He seemed surprised that Willbur had come back to see him. He spent the night in Tommy’s cave. He started to actually like the giant naga. So he kept coming back much to Tommy’s surprise. And today was supposed to be like any other meet up. But he had been found by another even bigger naga on his way there. This one was green and had made it very clear what he wanted to do with Willbur.

Willbur gasped for air as he was picked up in a tight fist. He struggled as much as he could. But it wasn’t going to do anything. He was going to die. He was pulled close to the green nagas mouth and screamed as a forked tongue slipped out to taste him.

“Mmhmm… very nice.” They naga smiled. “You taste even better then you smell.” The naga purred.

“N-no! Don’t eat me!” He got one arm free from the grip. He tried pushing the nagas face away from him. He only succeed in getting his arm licked more. “Let me go!” He screamed, his voice already sore.

“I don’t think I will little snack.” The naga smiled showing off all their sharp fangs in front of Willbur.

“N-no! The village will know I’m missing and come after you! W-with swords and hunters!” He yelled. “You can’t kill me!”

“You think some little humans scare me? Just more snacks to me.” He brought Willbur even closer to his mouth. So he could feel the hot humid breath wash over him.

“You can’t just-” Willbur was cut off as he was shoved half way into the nagas mouth. He yelled as he felt sharp teeth clamp down on his waist. He kicked his feet a little so scared to move much. Or he’d cut in half. He push trying to force open the mouth. His arm slipped on the slick surface, he cut his arm on a sharp fang. He long tongue instantly curled around the injury tasting his blood. He sobbed, pretty sure he was having a panic attack. He realized he’s not going home tonight. The wet tongue curled around him coating him in thick saliva. He had lost all his energy to fight back long ago. All he could do was lay limp as he was sucked on like he was a piece of candy.

“I caught it, it’s mine.” They green naga said.

“It was in my territory, so by the rules it’s mine to eat. Unless you want me to tell the grand counsel how you are disobeying the rules Dream.” Tommy said firmly.

Willbur froze hearing Tommy call him a it. And mention how he was going to eat him. His panic riddled mind couldn’t fully figure the rest of it out. Counsel? What was that? All he knew was that he now had two nagas wanting to eat him. One of which he thought had been a friend….

Willbur whimpered as apparently Dream, as the green naga was called, growled at being told to hand Willbur over.

“You won’t.” Dream said glaring at the younger.

“You know I will. And you know Phil will listen to me.” Tommy threaten. He looked a little smug about it too.

Dream squeezed Willbur in his fist making him scream. He could feel his already bruised ribs bending at the pressure. He thought he might pass out. Finally he was let go, dropped into a more familiar pair of hands. He curled up, too weak and scared to move. More gentle fingers curled up around him rubbing his back. He hated that he felt comfort from it. Tommy wasn’t going to keep him safe. Not anymore.

“Well?” Dream questioned.

“What?” Tommy growled. He wanted to keep Willbur close to comfort him, but he couldn’t with Dream still here.

“Are you going to eat it or what?” He glared. He wasn’t leaving till he saw the human taken care of.

“I- I like eating in private.” Tommy cursed his stuttering. This wasn’t the plan! Dream was supposed to leave.

“No. Eat it now, or I will.” Dream said with a growl.

“I-“ Tommy looked panicked looking down at Willbur. He didn’t look good…. Tommy couldn’t help but think he looked broken. In more ways then one. He could eat Willbur and keep him safe at the same time. But he hated to do that to the human. But he didn’t have another choice.

“Fine, I’ll eat hi- it now.” He sighed. He brought Willbur up to his mouth being as gentle as possible without it being noticeable. He placed Willbur in him mouth cringing at the taste of blood. He hope he wasn’t too injured.

“Tommy…?” He whimpered as he was out in yer another mouth. He hoped Tommy would feel at lest a little bad about eating him.

The tongue slid over his arm making him gasped in pain. Everything froze, going still as he held his arm close, crying at the pain. Then everything moved. Gravity shifted and he slid back to the back of the mouth. “No, no no no no no..” Willbur muttered. “No! Tommy don’t please! Don’t do this! Please I don’t want to die! Tommy!” He screamed as he was swallowed back.

Tommy felt his heart beak hearing Willbur scream for his life. He wished he could tell him he’d be ok. That Tommy was just keeping him safe. He glared at Dream in full anger. “Now leave.” He said voice cold and calm. To calm.

Dream seemed to understand he wasn’t welcomed and slithered out of sight. “I better not see you again Dream! I’ll kill you! If I see you again!” Tommy yelled after him. He sighed head foggy from rage. He gasped as he remembered he needed to check on Will. He placed his hands over where he felt the small human in his brooding pouch. He wasn’t even moving… Tommy’s began to panic. “W-Willbur? Are you ok?” He asked gently pressing down on him.

Willbur curled up tight in a ball not bothering to move from where he had fallen into the stomach. He huffed hearing Tommy ask if he was ok.

“No! I’m not alright you dickhead!” He screamed. He was confused angry and sad. He just stared yelling. “How dare you do this! I thought we were friends! You- you said you wouldn’t hurt me. That you’d keep me safe. Was all that a lie? We’re you just going to eat me this whole time?” He was sobbing by the end of his rant. Hot angry tears ran down his face.

“No, of course it wasn’t all a lie! We are friends Willbur. I promise you’re safe. I just had to eat you so Dream wouldn’t.” He wanted to cry hearing Willburs words. He really thought he was going to die.

“Oh? Then let me out of here if you’re not going to hurt me!” He challenged.

“I-I can’t. I’m so sorry I would, but you’re so injured I don’t want to hurt you worse by bringing you back up.” He started to head home. Back to the cave.

“That’s what I thought.” Willbur sighed. He struggled to move and get more comfortable. Though he was probably going to be really uncomfortable in a second….

“I promise that your safe. You’ll see, in the morning I’ll let you out. Promise.” Tommy said. And he will. Willbur might not even come see him again. But at lest the human world be alive. Willbur hating him, was better then Willbur being dead.

He didn’t have enough energy to think let alone do anymore yelling. His whole body hurt. He curled up with the small hope burning in his chest, that maybe Tommy was telling the truth. He’d just have to see in the morning. He drifted off to sleep not wanting to be awake if he died.

Tommy got back to his cave curling up in his nest. He curled his tail protectively around his middle. He felt Willbur get heavier as he fell asleep. He hoped he could explain more in the morning. He had finally found someone who actually seemed to want to hang around him. But of course Willbur would never want to see him again now. He quietly cried himself to sleep that night. He had lost his only friend.

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A lioness

Logan x reader (wolverine)

Warnings: Gore, sweating, placed in Logan, character deaths, intimacy, angst, age gap, anxiety, anxiety attacks, mentions of needles

18+

You aren't related to Wolverine.

Your mutant thing:

The Lioness

Genetically made in a lab. A test subject. You were originally human and made mutant. They made your bones into metal like Wolverine and Laura.

You have enhanced everything really xD, cat like. Your finger nails grow into metal claws along with your toe nails, your quick and self healing.

You stared at the TV, you hadn't seen one in a very long time. You flicked through the channels admiring the moving picture. Your leg bounced though and your heart was too quick. You kept looking out the window every minute hoping no strange men would show up again. Your mind always flashed back when you looked outside. Flashed back to the moment you were stolen from your home.

���Y/n!” you heard a hushed cry. You jolted away seeing your mother crawling in. You shot up and went to her, her stomach area full of blood.

“Mum!” you said but she covered your mouth.

“Run” she whispered as her eyes closed. Lights blared in through the windows and the doors. Men shouted and footsteps echoed up the stairs as something hit you. Your body swayed your world blurry as the men continued shouting and rummaging.

You awoke with agonising pain throughout your body. You cursed and tensed trying to move. You heard panicked shouts around you as your world blurred again and went dark.

The second time you awoke was too soft beeping and less agonising pain. You felt a numb throb all over but that was it. Your eyes wouldn't focus and you kept rolling your head side to side.

“She’s awake sir” you heard a woman speak.

“Good” a man this time answered. Your eyes finally focused, it looked like a hospital room only- more creepy. You looked around saw needles in your arms as your heard sped up.

“What’s going on?” Your anxiety was kicking in, you hated doctors, hated needles.

“What’s happening?!” You shouted pain glaring through your knuckles.

“Sedate her now!” You heard as you began to thrash and cry. It was too late though the woman had injected something into your drip bag, the clear liquid going to a more creamy colour. You stopped thrashing, your words were slurred as you fell asleep once more.

You snapped out of your day dream as a car pulled up, you frowned seeing a man step out confused. He was in a large limo car, the hell is he doing here? You watched a woman come out and froze. The man didn’t want any part of her apparently as they fought, you saw a young girl also. You went outside your senses on edge.

“Sorry ma’am” the man spoke to you making you flinch.

“Y/n Y/l/n” you turned to the woman who spoke your name.

“You’re alive” she whispered.

“Do I- do I know you?” You asked as glass shattered.

“Hey! I told you to put that ball away!” The receptionist woman came out. The other woman gushed at her begged her to leave the girl alone before she sighed and went inside.

“My name is Gabriella” she said to you.

“I don’t know you” you said.

“I know you were under medication while I was with you” you froze, she was a nurse? Maybe a doctor?

“The hell you do to me?!” You snarled rushing forward.

“Hey!” The man stopped you a strong hand on your upper chest. You hissed at him and he raised an eyebrow.

“I didn’t do anything! I was just a nurse, I was told to write notes, I worked at two facilities” she said making you frown. You were breathing heavily that uncontrolled rage boiling. You backed away from the mans hand glancing to him.

“What were they doing to me in there?” You asked.

“I know you have many questions, please come with us to North Dakota, Eden” she said making you frown.

“What’s Eden?” You asked.

“A safe place for your kind” she said and you flinched.

“My kind? I was a normal human before this fucking thing!” You snarled again.

“Calm down!” You glared at the man who shouted at you.

“All right let’s all calm the fuck down” he said as you paced.

“We need to leave now” the Spanish woman begged.

“Now please, 20 grand now and 30 when we get there” she said directed towards the man.

“Please Logan!” She begged.

“I’ll be back” he grumbled snatching her phone and putting something in it, a phone number probably.

“Thank you” she whispered as you stood there.

“Y/n” she called and you looked to her.

“Please come sit” she said beckoning you over to her room.

You sat with her trying to remember her face out of your brief moments of consciousness.

“I helped you get out, I dosed your medicine made you go into a frenzy in a sense and you escaped” she said making you sigh.

“What- what am I?” You asked.

“A mutant” she said.

“No I’m not mutants are born not made- this is a fuck up” you huffed leg bouncing again.

“Mutants are gone, almost all of them Laura here and other children were genetically made” she said softly pointing to the sleeping child.

“What’s she then?” You asked.

“She has Logan’s DNA” She said.

“The man with the big car?” You asked and she nodded.

“He’s a mutant?” You asked again and she nodded again.

“The wolverine” she said and you froze.

“The-“ you stuttered and she nodded.

“Your DNA is like his but they changed it somehow” you blinked at her words.

“Laura is his daughter” she said and you looked to the child.

“What does that make me?” You gulped.

“No, no your aren’t related, different genes different DNA” you let out a small sigh though it didn’t make you feel better.

“But I have- I have claws” you muttered.

“But you also have heightened senses, much more than Logan and Laura” she said.

“I do yeah” you mumbled running a hand down your face. You twitched slightly hearing a car down the road, a familiar type of engine.

“They’re here” you said as her eyes went wide. She grabbed her phone typing away as she woke Laura also.

You went outside waited for the two cars to come. Two big black trucks armoured, with armed men in side.

“I’ll be damned” you heard someone muttered.

“You’re alive!” The same man said as he walked up front. You stared at him, you didn’t know who he was.

“Our little mistake” he said and you glared.

“Y/n? Isn’t it? Yeah I was there when they were making you” he chuckled as your heart pounded and rage boiled.

“The lioness they called you!” He chuckled and you frowned.

“Though I really-“ you stopped his talking quick as you sliced through most of his men. Till they injected you with something.

You heard commotion and your world blurred again.

You awoke groggily, you groaned and shifted expecting to be tied up.

“Logan” you heard someone say and you jolted.

“Easy” you flinched as you sat up. You were in a moving car on some highway by the looks. The Wolverine driving beside you and old man in the back and the young girl Laura.

“What?” You began to shake and cursed.

“Logan pull over” you heard commotion but you were gone. You shook and cried as you curled into the door. Your mind flashed through everything and you couldn’t focus. The car had stopped you felt it, you felt being pulled out the car and onto the ground.

“Hey!” You flinched at Logan’s voice and turned away from him. You could make out speech between him and the old man but couldn’t focus on the words. You were whimpering, tears rolling down your face. When they injected you with this mistake it enhanced everything, your anxiety attacks included.

You felt arms go around you and you were pulled to a warmish body. You stopped shaking so violently and gripped the persons arm. You felt your heart slow down eventually, your body trembling every couple of seconds. You were exhausted as you went like jelly.

“They enhanced everything in her human body, her need to eat so much, drink, her emotions, her mental state also” the old man said.

“Get out my head” you whispered feeling him in your head.

“I’m just trying to calm you down” he said weakly. You gripped the arm the was around you and leant against their chest.

“I’m sorry” you said quietly and heard a soft grunt in response.

“We need to keep moving” Logan said and you nodded. He helped you back in the car and you leant against the door with your full weight, not bothered by the rattling and bumpiness. You were in and out of sleep, to exhausted from the attack you just had.

“We need a place to rest, Logan” Charles spoke.

“Damn it Charles” Logan said and you looked to him. He was gripping the steering wheel tightly, his knuckles white.

“We need food and a good nights rest no matter how risky, we won’t get far like this” the old man fought. Logan smacked the wheel and gave in with a sigh.

You pulled into the closest motel, Logan went to grab takeaway and you went with him. You didn’t talk during your trip, you ordered a lot of food, gave Logan all your money, took your food and stumbled back to the car without a word. You began to eat stomach so empty.

“You gonna eat all that?” He raised an eyebrow at your three burgers, two chips, two hash browns and coke.

“Yes” you said with your mouth full. He sighed and rolled his eyes as he drove back to the motel.

You all ate in silence before Logan helped Charles into bed.

Laura came up to you, held your hand in inspected it. You were confused by the action and stared at her.

“She wants to see your claws” Charles said a small smile on his face.

“Oh- no you don’t see them” you faked a chuckled as she showed hers with a grunt.

“Oh” you said staring at the two knives coming out of her knuckles.

“Mine aren’t like that” you gulped.

“Also very painful-“ she gave you begging eyes and you sighed.

“Ok” you grumbled. You held your hand up and winced as your nails fell off and metal claws came through.

“That’s disgusting” Logan said looking to your nails on the ground.

“I know” you muttered as the girl looked at them in awe.

“I can do it with my toes too” you said and she perked up.

“Not today” you said chuckling softly and she huffed.

“Watch this” you said forcing your eyes to go into night mode. It made them dark and reflective before going back to normal.

“Cat senses” you shrugged putting your claws back. Your nails grew back, you didn’t watch trying to keep those three burgers, two cups of chips and two hash browns down.

“You’ve got three that come out?” You asked Logan and he grunted nodding. He was old looking, worn down, he sounded like a raspy wolf, grunting and growing all the time. Though probably a Wolverine seeing as his name is Wolverine also.

“Not as disgusting as my nails though” you tried to joke but sighed. Charles chuckled softly half asleep though.

“Get some rest we leave in the morning” Logan said sternly and you sighed.

You took Laura to the other double bed and tucked her in. You laid down, your back to them and stared at the wall. You had found others, but it wasn’t like you were expecting.

Next Chapter

[aetheternity]

Hello! I’ve read your work and fallen in love! I don’t know if your requests are open, but I really like the Armin x you x Levi post you wrote🥰 may I please request a smut of this? Thank you!

First of all thank you! I'm so glad you're in love with my work. 😊 Second of all I'm sorry this took a while I got sick and writing smut while being sick is honestly disgusting. Plus I recently fell in love with Saiki K and have been binge watching it . 🤭 N e ways! Hope you enjoy this.

Warnings: Polyamory, threesome, Nsfw content.

Ok you'll be honest with yourself four years ago you didn't expect to be as happy as you are now. 

After you'd grown sick of your living arrangement with your parents. You'd left that life behind. Moving into the small empty bedroom your best friend since your last year of middle school had open in his surprisingly tiny apartment. 

And when you said tiny. You meant tiny. 

Some rooms in the apartment weren't even big enough for someone to stand in with their arms outstretched. Not to mention a couple of your nights were spent huddled next to Armin on the couch with a huge blanket around your bodies because the heat randomly shut off. 

You'd think a situation like that would be worse. But weirdly enough it had been the best for both of you as your relationship had always had a sort of looming sexual tension that went unexplored. 

Long lingering touches to your waist got just a little bit longer while trying to squeeze past you in the bathroom. "Sorry I just need my brush." Armin would whisper. Warm palm against your hip. The ghost of his pelvic bone so close yet so far away. Just the realization making you arch in his grasp. You'd hold his gaze and in the back of your mind you could watch the soft slither of his tongue as it wet his gorgeous pink lips so many times over. 

Of course it escalated with neither of you ever saying a word about your feelings. You spraying water from the sink on a shirtless Armin during a heat wave that just wouldn't let up as he walked into the kitchen wearing only grey sweatpants. (Yup.. only sweatpants.) The way they hung so low on his hips practically begging for your tongue to stretch across the expanse of his pelvis. 

Him hugging you tight around the waist for literally any reason he could think of. (And he found a new reason everyday.)

And then it escalated a little further.. you pulling back the shower curtain to "complain" about him eating your leftovers. Him pulling you into his lap while the two of you watched tv. 

And one day it just ended. And by ended it meant you two opened a bottle of wine on New Years and the ball wasn't the only thing that dropped. He had you laying ass up, legs spread and pussy sobbing as he rocked your hips for eight fucking hours with no stop. Did that table break? During hour five but Armin managed. 

And then you guys moved. After a mutual agreement that the two of you were aware of each other's feelings and wanted to be together. You'd both managed to pool enough money together to afford a bigger place with two bedrooms. One unused and one that was immediately broken in with Armin over stimulating you the second the boxes were halfway unpacked. 

Fast forward to a man named Levi moving in across the hall, him developing feelings for you over a long period of seeing you daily thanks to his best friend absolutely adoring you and constantly inviting herself into you and Armin's home.

After a while you'd started picking up on the signs of his affection too. His long glances that sometimes didn't even break when you looked back at him. The little gifts that began to show up at your door. The way he'd bring over food when he knew Armin wasn't home. 

Once you'd started to develop feelings too Armin allowed you a night. One night to see if those feelings were actually real and what they might mean. Cue a night of carriage rides, roses (lots and lots of roses), stargazing and a kiss that damn near floored you and it was more than one night. 

Two nights and Levi had had you on his couch with him snuggled in what would soon become your favorite blanket. Three nights and Levi had you eating his mom's homemade spaghetti. And by a week you were begging for Levi to fuck you harder, fingers shaking on his white tiled kitchen floor. His relentless thrusts still causing your thighs to tremble hours after. 

He looked so lost in bliss in a way you'd never seen him before and you hugged onto him so tight you didn't even go back to Armin that night. Just curled up under your favorite blanket on his couch with his cock nestled deep inside you. His kisses littering your face till the moment you fell asleep. 

It was definitely a cause for fear. An unrelenting kind and you sat down on the couch with Armin the next day explaining how deeply you loved them both. Only to be shocked when he brought up the topic of polyamory. It definitely shocked you a ton when Armin agreed to it after some explanation of his own feelings but the real surprise was Levi explaining how he'd also thought about it and would be up for it. 

And thus began the beautiful bloom of a poly relationship after him and Armin had gotten better acquainted. You know after you guys all moved because Levi hated living in the apartment. 

The three of you left to live in a gorgeous house. (For once you were living in a place with more than one floor and an island in the kitchen.) A place you'd been calling home for over a year now. 

~~~~ 

Your breath hitched soft moans stuttering off your lips. You don't even remember who started it but here you and Armin were, his breath tickling every bit of your face with sweet languid kisses. One hand brushing over every curve you possessed while the other was softly brushing in between your pussy lips. 

Your body perched in his lap as he sat against the headboard. Pillows scattered around the two of you as you writhe and begged for more of his touch. 

You were probably drawing blood where you were grasping his shoulders but you couldn't even begin to think about it. Armin's warm breath tickling your lips in a soft chuckle. The tips of his fingers softly caressing your clit as you let out little whimpers of pleasure. 

"You promise you'll moan nice and loud for daddy's fingers?" He asked, closing the distance between your lips with a much slower kiss. 

"Yes." You could feel his nail brush inside and you almost buried his fingers but his harsh grip on your ass paused your movements. Your thighs shook and you rubbed your forehead against his. Leaned into his broad chest with both hands. "Please daddy.." 

"Good girl." 

With one more small kiss he laid you out flat on the bed free hand coming up to squeeze your areola. With a tap of your outer thigh you spread for him watching the way his spit dribbled off his lips and directly onto your already wet hole. The mixture making a much wetter sound as he pumped two fingers fully inside. 

With a gasp you yanked the sheets hard, almost squeezing your thighs together. His fingers curling, snatching your breath away. The bed creaked a little as he repositioned himself, stomach flat against the sheets with his mouth on your thighs. Spreading a soft array of little open mouthed kisses. 

"A-Armin.." 

"Keep your ankles in the air, love. I don't wanna punish you tonight." He breathed 

You sucked in a breath, reaching out to hold your ankles. Almost immediately you felt embarrassed by the high pitched moan that fell off your lips at the first long slide of his flat tongue over your pussy lips.

And then right in between them in a beckoning motion over your clit that had you biting into your lip. The smile on his lips so evident over your core. 

You lifted your head in time to watch the slow drip of more of his saliva stretch between your clit and his bottom lip. Tongue immediately outstretched with eyes drawn to your features as he lapped it back up again. 

With his free hand he spread apart your pussy lips a little further giving your clit an almost harsh knead with his thumb. The friction making you cry out and almost drop your legs onto his back. 

His fingers carefully slipped out of you to your own dismay. The slow drag against your walls almost painful, that is until his tongue was sliding in to replace them. Giving your inner walls a massage that made your gaze fall white. 

You felt him hum. Sweet vibrations flowing through your cunt as he slurped down every bit of your juices. His arms snaking around your legs to yank you so much closer as he pushed his tongue impossibly deeper. 

"Daddy.." You begged 

"Shh, keep moaning for me baby.." He hummed, flicking your clit with his thumb. 

You obeyed with an arch that probably could've launched you off the bed if not for Armin's tight hold. Your eyes squeezed shut, brain going completely empty. 

"Such a good girl." He breathed "So good for daddy." 

The pad of his tongue stretched over both sides of your lips with little nibbles. Sucking the skin into his mouth roughly. You could feel his eyes on you, practically see those bright blues pop with lust as he pressed his tongue back inside with languid thrusts. 

Your heartbeat pounded in your ear and you felt the hold he had on your legs loosen. His two fingers delving and sliding back into your warm fluttering cunt. The overwhelming pleasure forcing your hands back on the bed holding out for dear life. 

"Daddy.. daddy please.." You cried 

"Getting close baby?" When you nodded vigorously he smirked. "Come on baby almost there." He hummed 

He sped up his tongue, fingers stretching you open quickly adding another. Your breath caught with a high pitched cry that left tears  flowing over your cheeks. An endless chorus of his name flooding off your lips. His own moans sending vibrations through your core. 

Your stomach tightened, toes curling in the air as you tried and failed to steady your breathing. One of your hands unfurled itself from the sheets now sticking to your sweat soaked body. Carding it in the beautiful blond locks between your legs. 

"Baby.. baby I'm about to-" He sucked your clit into his mouth and your eyes went hazy, head falling back. 

"Finish baby, come on.." He whispered 

Your lips spewed curse words between every breath lost. When his fingers tapped smoothly against your g-spot you knew that was it for you. And with one last shudder you came around his fingers, screaming his name as your orgasm racked over you in a loud burst. 

And he licked up every drop, nose buried to collect it all like it was the best thing he'd ever tasted. 

"A-Armin.." You shuddered body flush and hazy. 

His fingers feel wet, a combination of your pussy juices and the sweat between both your bodies. You slowly blinked in the darkness combing strands of his hair back as your lips made contact. The mixture of your taste and his on your tongue, in an almost overwhelming way. 

You tensed under him. Hands stretching over every part of him you could reach only for him to back away a bit. With your nails still gently grazing over your back he pressed his damp forehead into yours, fingers sweeping over every bit of bare skin. 

With barely any warning he hoisted you to your feet next to the edge of the bed. And you reached out for his shoulders as he slipped his boxers down his legs. Inching himself back up to the headboard. 

"Take a seat." He gestures, laying back. 

He's got a hand around your waist in seconds. His cock soon just below you, so so close to where you wanted it. Where you needed it so badly. 

Your knees came down on both sides of him, carefully administering your weight evenly until every inch of his hot cock was stretching you open. His tip soon resting firmly against your cervix like it always did and you both relinquished a sweet gasp. 

"F-fuck.. so full.." You huffed 

It felt like it had been so long when in reality it'd probably only been a week. And yet you were moaning like you'd been starved of him. Rocking your hips like he'd punished you with no cock for months. 

Suddenly his arm wrapped itself around your waist again. He hoisted you up with a strong hold moaning directly in your ear as he thrusted up into you like it was the first time. His knees pressing your thighs open.

A hiss falling off your lips as he kissed over your shoulder and collar. Hands squeezing both your breasts like they were his personal stress balls. 

You hadn't been aware of how hard Armin was going until the rough knocks of the bed hitting the walls finally began to settle in your ear. But you could barely care Armin's cock was hitting every spot inside of you and your leg was starting to twitch where it was forced outward. 

His breath grew more ragged with every thrust. Sweat dripping off your forehead onto his. His sweet murmurs of praise turning you on even harder.

"Love, you take me so well.. You're doing so amazing…." He moaned 

You leaned your head into him, feeling that sweet familiarity deep in the pit of your stomach. You reached around to the back of his head, yanking a little rougher than intended on his scalp. 

The uneven slaps of your skin meeting managed to keep the two of you distracted  until the sound of the door practically slamming into the wall shook you both to a halt. 

Levi's dry sigh filled the once noisy bedroom. "Do you two have to make so much noise? I'm busy with a work project." 

Despite Levi's gripes Armin angled his cock back towards your g-spot barely grazing it but it was enough to force a little mewl from your lips. 

He laughed, pulling you a little closer. "Mm sorry Levi. Didn't know we were being so loud." 

There was a small glint in Levi's eyes. The quick dart of his pupils to where you and Armin were joined and then back up to your face putting a devious grin on your face. 

"You should take a break, daddy." You said 

"Tch." Levi huffed, "This thing needs to be done by tomorrow. I don't have time for this." 

You reached out for him with one arm. An arm that unsurprisingly didn't even reach close to him from his stance near the bedroom door. By this point Armin's thrusts were going at almost the same pace as before. Not as rough but enough to resume the gentle rock of the bed. 

You let out a soft moan as Levi took the bait, slowly walking over to the bed. His finger carding affectionately through your tousled hair. He leaned in, pecking your kiss swollen lips. 

If there was anything you knew for a fact about Levi it was that he always had a hard time saying no to you. 

To be completely honest it didn't surprise you that Levi was already more than a little hard. Though it did surprise you how easily he gave in today. Watching with unchanged expression as you pulled his belt from the loops and buckle, undoing it with a light clatter which quickly followed the almost inaudible sound of his zipper being pulled down.. 

You let out a relaxed hum, lip pressed between your teeth at the sight before you. His thick cock poking out over the hem of his underwear. You grasped at the sheets with one hand a little shaky as you slipped his boxers down over his ass until they pooled at his ankles. 

Armin slipped his hand under you right up against your stomach. Levi immediately followed suit already knowing what he was doing. He stepped over to the edge of the bed as Armin laid you down on your stomach. Levi's wet tip dangling in front of your lips. Before you could even register it Armin had your hips in the air slipping all the way back inside with a loud gasp. 

Meanwhile you were wetting your lips. Hand curving up and down the length of his dick. You inched forward on your elbows to slowly surround Levi's dick in the warm confines of your mouth. The hiss he let out sending shivers over your spine.

"How's it feel? I know how much you love taking two dicks." Levi grunted 

Armin reached forward, tugging your hips in close with one hand. The other hand on your ass as leverage. Allowing him to ease out to his tip before slamming back inside. Your eyes rolling back with pleasure. 

As if it wasn't already difficult enough to take Levi he wasn't even fully hard yet. Just expanding in your mouth as you coaxed your throat into relaxing enough to slide every thick inch down. 

"I know that pretty mouth can do so much better than this." He reaches out with zero warning to grab a fist full of your hair. Yanking you forward with barely any restraint. 

Though you must admit the sound that leaves his throat when he does is almost worth the tears pricking over your hollowed cheeks. 

"Baby I'm so fucking close.. I'm gonna fill your pussy." Armin sighs, his hand comes down to wrap around the base of your throat angling your mouth into Levi's rough thrusts. 

Your heart is hammering but you close your mouth as best as possible without biting to take Levi's cock. Already feeling the effects on your jaw as he presses in a little harder with a deep moan. 

By now his cock is fully hard rocking you back into Armin with deep rough thrusts that almost make you gag. 

"That's my g-irl.." Levi grunts, even though they're small his nails dig into your scalp so roughly you could swear you felt something trickling down to the back of your neck. 

You grip the bed sheets with both your toes and fingers, the creaking around you unmistakable. 

"I'm cumming.. I'm cumming!" Armin cries out and you'd honestly give anything to see his gorgeous blue eyes roll back and the little smile that curves against his lips as he climaxes. 

You finish just a couple seconds ahead of him. Eyes unfocused where they roll into shut. Little sounds muffled by the thick dick stretching open your throat. The feeling of Armin's cum flooding your walls makes you whimper and he lets out the softest moan as his orgasm slowly whittles away. 

Your gaze soon fixes on Levi only to be met with the prettiest tint of pink brushed right up against his cheeks. His eyes pressed tightly closed, lips parted over every harsh breath. 

It didn't take long for the sweet drag of Armin's cock to begin again. His light touches to your spine making you arch a little higher. 

"You look so fucking pretty, you know that?" Armin mummered, cock slamming into your g-spot. "Doesn't she look gorgeous, Levi?" He asked with a little whimper. 

Levi's eyes fluttered open a hint of a smirk cresting on his lips. "Like she's gonna.. pass out.." He combed your hair back again gripping it a little tighter forcing your head up. He paused at the back of your throat. "Can't take it baby? Want me to pull out?" 

You grunted at every slam of Levi's dick until that all too familiar sound flooded your ears, followed by almost every curse in the english language. 

"You're doing so well.. f-uck.." He moaned "Swallow my cum.. swallow it. I'm almost there.." 

Levi hoisted his leg up against the already shaky foot of the bed using as much leverage as possible. His fingers tugging your head forward on every pump of his thick cock. Mixing with the loud gasps of Armin behind you as he also neared his end. 

And with one more deep thrust Levi was spilling down your throat with a choked groan. Cock head nestled deep in your tired throat holding you still as his orgasm flooded from his body. 

You were a little relieved when he stepped back allowing your jaw to relax. The still wet tip pressing sweetly against your lips. 

"Such a pretty girl.." He said, so low you thought you imagined it. 

"Switch with me." You heard Armin say 

You sighed as his cock left you, feeling yourself immediately being flipped onto your back. His large hands coming down from where he now stood over you to perfectly envelop your breasts. Meanwhile Levi was pulling your hips close and sliding in as effortlessly as he always did. 

"Levi!" You threw your head back 

Armin smirked over you, his hands kneading a little rougher. You arched into his touch pressing the balls of your heels into Levi's back, pushing him just a little deeper- 

God it was perfect. The feeling of his dick so much different from Armin's but honestly just as perfect. The moan you let out was downright pornographic and you pressed your head back into Armin's thigh. 

One of Armin's hands came up to your face brushing aside your hair soaked in tears. "You look perfect. But I wanna make you more perfect." 

He pulled himself off the bed, sliding a hand over your cheek. "I wanna paint your face baby. It's so perfect.." He mumbled already pumping his long dick over your face. "You'll let me right.." He whimpered 

When he leaned in again it was to press a little kiss to your lips. "P-please.." 

The curve of his lips made your heart flutter in your chest. "Mm.. let Levi see when I'm finished." 

One of Armin's hands sat rather aggressively on the edge of the bed. And you could see the way every vein in his hand moved. Grip tightening a little with every pump of his cock, back and forth his knuckles practically ripping through his skin. 

You gasped as Levi leaned over you, fat cock pressing into your G-spot. "Stop ignoring me." He grunted 

He slid his teeth beneath your earlobe administering a barrage of sweet nibbles mixed with more aggravated bites. 

"Levi.. Levi!!" 

Armin gasped above you, "Almost there.." He moaned 

A bright white was starting to take over your vision as you shut your eyes, mouth hung open for Armin's cock with absolutely no sound coming out as Levi continued to use your tired pussy. 

Small huffs of fuck littering the air. You bore your nails into Levi's back and chest. His leg shaking against you as he pushed through his last thrusts. 

"I-I'm.. I- shit!" Armin came first, missing Levi's head by a hair (literally) as ropes of hot cum plopped onto your face, you barely registering it as your own orgasm hit you like a two ton truck. Levi's thumb coaxing small spasms from you through your clit. 

Levi huffed, face scrunched, lip bitten and eyes shut as he came for the second time with a hard gasp. 

The room went quiet for what couldn't have been any longer than 2 minutes before Armin was pulling himself up from where he'd slumped over the bed. 

"Levi, look how sexy she looks with my cum all over her face." He cooed 

It stuck to your eyelids as you blinked though ultimately chose to keep your eyes shut. You felt Levi's small chuckle and the brief feeling of him slipping out of you to your own disappointment.

"Open baby." Armin said 

As soon as you did his fingers slipped into your mouth. The salty/sweet residue of his cum littering your tongue. Quickly joined by Levi who swiped his thumb across your eyelids before pressing it into your mouth. 

"How're you feeling?" Armin asked as you opened your eyes slowly. 

You blinked in their faces standing above you with a small smile. "Tired." 

"You can't sleep until you've washed off. It'll be better for you anyway." Levi replied, heading into the bathroom. 

Armin quickly followed after carefully lifting your fatigued body off the bed. It took a couple minutes for Levi to get the temperature to perfect but once he did you slowly felt yourself sinking into perfectly warm water. 

The soreness in every part of your body already beginning to dissipate as you leaned back against the edge of the tub. 

"We did a number on you hmm?" Armin asked, carding your hair back. 

"I'll make you some tea once you're cleaned up. Then we can cuddle under your favorite blanket." Levi said 

"Thank you guys but I feel like I could fall asleep here." You say lifting your thighs for Levi to clean under. 

"I promise I'll pay you back big time tomorrow." Armin replied, rubbing your arm with soap. 

Your lips curled up deviously, "Now that I look forward to." You grab his chin pulling him into you, pecking his lips. 

[miaurri]

𝐂𝐚𝐥𝐥 𝐌𝐞 𝐁𝐲 𝐘𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐍𝐚𝐦𝐞

Synopsis: Incubus!Yuuji never knew he could bottom this hard Contains: Switch!Yuuji, Begging, Dacryphilia, Cowgirl, Hairpulling, Creampie, Somnophilia, Fingering, Squirting, Overstimulation

A/N: Lil Nas x recent song was a huge inspiration if you couldn’t tell aha, but also not that many AU!Yuuji I’ve seen outside of the Tiger Cub kinds (which are cute btw no hate- considering I may do my own) “Hm, she looks like a good target” Yuuji thought to himself, his tail swaying beside him. Seeing you sleep so peacefully was already making him hard He couldn’t help but just head over to you. Floating over you to admire you even more, how your soft lips breathes in and out, how your chest rises and falls. But not only that he can see that you’re naked under the thin sheets He slowly starts to get on top of you. But thanks to his Incubus abilities he would feel light as a feather as he starts to caress your face, his claws dragging so delicately against your cheek. He leans in and starts to kiss you, being deep yet so loving before he slipped his snake like tongue inside your mouth. At your end though your dream slowly became more sexual, which wasn’t a uncommon thing but this time you felt like you were actually being kissed Yuuji can feel you whimper in his mouth which only encouraged him to continue on, his lips pressed more firmly against yours as his hand dragged down to your breast and started to fondle them. His eyes glued to the way your facial expression started to twist into something more lustful He only smirked to himself before pulling away and suckled at the crooks of your neck, trying to find your sweet spot till he hears your sudden gasp. Found it He slowly licks his tongue all over your neck before bite down at your spot, drawing blood. He watched as your body twitches, hearing you suddenly letting out a noise he completely forgot to not do too much to you As last time, he almost got caught from getting carried away. So he needed to remind himself to be careful, but the way you look and act was making it so hard not to eat you up But he had to be careful still. So cautiously he started to move his hands down to your slit, rubbing circles and feeling how slowly wet you we’re getting for him. He sees your body becoming more weaker and weaker, having you subconsciously spread your legs more. Allowing him more room he slid one finger inside you before gently fingering you You felt the pleasure being very intense, knotting up your stomach you didn’t even knew if this was a dream anymore. It felt way too real not to be, as you felt another finger inserted in you were practically squirming and moaning from the pleasure of it all. Yuuji watched as your body jerked and moved under his touch, seeing you arch your back slightly you started to pant a bit. So close to your orgasm, Yuuji couldn’t help but continue to insert another finger into you, getting carried away of overwhelming you with pleasure. He felt your walls tighten into his fingers. You felt so wet and warm inside he could feel his fingers being practically sucked into you. So cute and precious where your moans to him as he kept on moving his fingers, jerking them into you before“A-Aahhh!~” You cried out. In the middle of your orgasm you squirted all over the sheets and onto Yuuji just a bit. His eyes widen at the sight of you cumming with the spurts of your juices shooting out Trying to calm for you highs, you panted before slowly opening you tired eyes. Your face was flushed red, sweat dripping from your forehead as your eyes scan the room until your eyes lays on the incubus with the pink hair Squinting close you see that this demon in your bed was shirtless, with tatted marks all over his built body, his horns that protrude his head and tail swaying with a heart on its tip. He looks over at you with a shocked expression. He didn’t know what to do, either hoping you might fall back to sleep or perhaps faint from the shock. But instead of that you suddenly removed the sheets from you, scooting back as you sat up from him. “WHAT THE HELL?! WHO ARE Y-” Your telling gets covered by his large hands as he tries to silence you. “H-Hey! Please be quiet”He sounded nervous as he looked around the room to see if anyone near by heard. He lets you move his hand out off your mouth but turns to only see you squinting at him more closely. He leaned back a bit from how suddenly close you were with a tint of pink on his cheek. “No, seriously...what are you?” You could only tilt your head at him. Yuuji’s face slowly turn away until you grabbed his cheek and pulled him closer. Yuuji only was able to let out a yelp before feeling you move his face at different angles, looking up and down at him.“Huh? What’s with those marks? And your eyes are slit, are those real? What about those horns?? They real or like some kind of hat?” He barley had time to reply to your questions, but something you did next sent shocks down his body. “W-Wa- Ahhh!~” He moaned feeling you tug at his horns. Your grip on him was hard and the strength you had to be able to pull him like that made him throb. You let go after hearing those noise coming out of his mouth as he looked at youFlustered than ever with his now slowly hardening cock he rubbed his horns. “W-What was that for?!” “I-I don’t know! But the hell was that noise you made?” You felt your cheeks heat up seeing how he reacted, yet in a weird way you wanted to do it again “Ugh, As I was about to say...I’m a incubus. I’m those sex demons you might have heard of before” Yuuji leaned against his hands as he explains himself. That you were targeted by a sex demon and thats how you were able to feel such a intense orgasm. You nodded as he explained himself, showing that you were genuinely interested. The whole conversation was now on the misconceptions of what a lot of people think of them Though you had cut him off in a middle of explaining about how tails can be rather sensitive for incubuses and succubuses alike. “Wait, so your job is to basically just give people orgasms? But that’s it? Like, what about you?? You just leave with some blue balls?” Yuuji thought for a bit. Looking to the side before back at you “Well, it’s our job to pleasure those. Regardless about our feelings we’re only here to please others, Though if we do end up climaxing cause of someone i-its more or less an act of ownership to that person” Though, the thought of being owned by you was something he wasn’t apposed to. “Soo, If I get to make you cum...I basically own you?” You slowly crawled over to him with a suggested look on your face, Yuuji seemed to slowly lean against the sheets the more you started to get on top of himNow with his head on the bed and you on top, his demeanor was now shy and nervous but also excited? He didn’t know how he felt about this but for some reason he was really excited to see what you were gonna do to him. He was on his 4th orgasm. Your hips rocking against his hard aching cock as his face was on the side of the pillow, tears dripping down his stained face while he mewls and moans from his orgasm. “A-Ahh!!~ P-Please!! I- I came t-too much!!~ So e-empty!!~ No more!!!” He was sobbing at this point, his chest rising and falling from his orgasm highs. You only smirked, down at him more. Panting and moaning as well while you rode him. “I-I own you now~ Y-You’re mine and only mine, and y- Nnghh~ better not forget it” “O-Of course!!~ You o-own my body and soul!!~” Yuuji felt like he couldn’t breathe. His head was so foggy and dizzy he barely knew what was even going on at this moment. Suddenly he felt your fingers run through his soft pink tuff before moaning out loud when you yanked him to face you directly. “A-AHH!!~ H-Hurts!!~” “You like it, baby don’t deny it~” You cooed at him teasingly. Feeling his cock twitch inside you start bouncing onto him faster. Skin slapping against skin you starts to feel yourself climaxing against him “I-I’m gonna c- Ahhhh!!!~” Yuuji wasn’t able to finish his words as he felt the rush of pleasure washing over his weak body. His cock spazzing before shooting his hot load inside your warm pussy. You feel it drip out once again, the warm load inside you spilling out as you get off of his weak cock now softening you lay down beside his tired body. Both panting and sweating from all of that you turn to him “So, what would you like to do as your first day being my personal incubus?” Silence filled the room till Yuuji turned around “C-C...Cuddle...y-you” Yuuji weakly spoke, his voice raspy but his request made you look over at him with a surprised. But who could ignore a request like that? A fool thats who-  Suddenly he felt your fingers run through his soft pink tuff before moaning out loud when you yanked him to face you directly. “A-AHH!!~ H-Hurts!!~”  “You like it, baby don’t deny it~” You cooed at him teasingly. Feeling his cock twitch inside you start bouncing onto him faster. Skin slapping against skin you starts to feel yourself climaxing against him  “I-I’m gonna c- Ahhhh!!!~” Yuuji wasn’t able to finish his words as he felt the rush of pleasure washing over his weak body. His cock spazzing before shooting his hot load inside your warm pussy. You feel it drip out once again, the warm load inside you spilling out as you get off of his weak cock now softening you lay down beside his tired body. Both panting and sweating from all of that you turn to him  “So, what would you like to do as your first day being my personal incubus?” Silence filled the room till Yuuji turned around  “C-C...Cuddle...y-you” Yuuji weakly spoke, his voice raspy but his request made you look over at him with a surprised. But who could ignore a request like that? A fool thats who- 

[navegandoaciegas]

Lock and Key

Pairing: priest!Bucky Barnes x Reader

Summary: You own the key to Father James’ pleasure, quite literally.

Warnings: smut, explicit language, 18+ content, oral sex (f receiving), orgasm control (chastity cage), dom!reader, one slap on the face, unprotected sex. It’s all consensual.

Father James is on his knees, head hung low, chestnut tendrils framing his stubbled cheeks.

He’s a sobbing, trembling mess, naked except for the cross around his neck, the collar that chains him to the handcuffs around his wrists, and the chastity cage that’s been restricting his aching cock for days.

The shiny, golden lock sits prettily against the coarse hair on his pubic bone, its matching key perched between your tits, tantalizing him.

A needy whimper shakes his body when you spread your legs, revealing your glistening cunt to his hungry eyes.

“Such a sinner, aren’t you, Father? Breaking your vows like this,” you tut, shaking your head, “You want to touch me, don’t you? Want to feel my tight pussy around your cock, want to fill me up with your cum and watch it drip out of my hole?”

“God, yes, please. Please,” he whines, so desperately that you almost give in. You can’t let him yet: he needs the control you have over him, and the punishments you put him through, just as much as you do.

“Let me feel you, touch you, please angel,” he keeps blabbering, tears pooling in his crystal eyes, “I need you. Let me please you, I’ll be so good to you, I promise.”

“You know you’ve gotta work for that, baby boy,” you hum, cocking your head to the side, “Be a good puppy and show me how bad you want me.”

He nods eagerly, and crawls toward his desk, settling himself at your feet between your spread legs. He inhales a deep breath, and looks at you through half lidded eyes, waiting for your permission.

“Go ‘head.” you urge him.

He doesn’t waste any time before he dives in your dripping wet cunt, delving his tongue in your folds. He eats you out like a starved man, lapping at every drop of your tangy arousal.

The pressure builds steadily in your lower belly, until your walls are burning and throbbing and you’re barely coherent.

“Fuck, baby, you’ve gotten so good at this.” you moan, clutching his hair and tugging at the roots, eliciting a low growl out of him.

The vibration travels straight to your core, making your walls clench around nothing.

You grind your hips against his face, fucking yourself on his pretty pink lips and moaning like a possessed woman, loud enough that God himself could hear you.

“Yes, yes, just like that,” you hiss through gritted teeth, arching your back when he licks a straight line from your entrance to your bud, “Fuck, harder.”

He doubles his efforts then, moaning on your pussy, latching on your swollen clit, teeth barely grazing the sensitive skin around it. He sucks on the bud, tongue swirling between your lips.

“Oh, fuck, fuck, yes,” you shriek, throwing your head back and biting down on your lower lip.

The orgasm is earth shattering, and shakes you from the core to your limbs. The tight coil in your belly snaps, and you gush on his face, covering his mouth and chin with your slick as praises fall from your lips.

Your good boy, perfect, sweet boy.

You see him tug against the handcuffs, accidentally choking himself. A high pitched cry of frustration leaves his lips as he ruts his hips forward, chasing a release he can’t reach. You know it makes him feral, arousal clouding his judgement.

He hasn’t been able to touch his cock, or have a hard on, in days, and he won’t until you decide to let him.

You’re the key to his pleasure, but you intend to keep him caged and desperate a little longer.

“Two more, puppy. I’m sure you can give me two more, don’t you think so?”

He gets to work immediately, and your chuckle at his eagerness.

His tongue prods at your entrance, and he swipes his nose over your clit. Lewd noises soon fill the office. He keeps sucking, lapping, slurping you up until you’re shaking and singing his name, completely debauched.

He brings you over the edge again, and your vision almost blacks out at the intensity of your orgasm.

“Fuck, look at you, so fuckin’ pretty on your knees,” you pant, grunting when he resumes working your cunt with his tongue, “What would the people say if they saw their priest-, fuck, yes, right there-, their priest eat some girl out in the back of the church, right after Sunday mass? No fuckin’ shame you have, puppy. Cross still around your neck.”

Your clit is tender and overstimulated, and his stiff tongue on it is making you writhe and double over above him.

“Couldn’t even wait till Monday,” you snarl, feeling the muscles of your lower belly tighten again, “couldn’t wait to get on your knees for me. I bet you’ve thought about me all weekend, haven’t you?”

You bite your lips, willing yourself to hold back your third orgasm, even though the pleasure he’s giving you is maddening.

“I bet you wanted to reach in your pants and stroke your cock thinking of me, but you couldn’t. Bet that was real frustrating.”

You grip his face, and he looks up at you, red faced and soaked in your release.

“Answer me when I talk to you,” you bark, slapping his face.

You never hit him hard enough to hurt him, just loud enough that the sound bounces off the walls, the way that makes his cock jump.

He whines, fidgeting on the spot, “Yes, I wanted to touch myself for you, angel.”

“Good boy, now gimme one more, and maybe I’ll free you and touch you myself, would you like that?”

“Yes, yes, please, angel, I’ll do anything.”

A slow, adorning smile spreads on your lips. You caress the sticky, sweaty hair away from his forehead as he brings his face between your legs again.

Kissing, worshipping your cunt until the knot in your core unravels, and you’re so overstimulated that your clit is tender and even his breath between your legs hurts.

You sit there, panting, James’ head resting on your lap.

“You’ve been so good, baby boy. So good for me.” you praise, lowering yourself to his level.

His eyes are blown out, darkened by lust, his cheeks are flushed and stained with dry tears, and his chest is heaving.

You twirl the golden key between your fingers, James’ eyes following the movements carefully.

“You deserve to feel good too,” you say, “It’s okay to feel good baby, you understand that?”

You bring his wrists to your lips, tenderly pecking the skin. He nods, lips wobbling a little.

“I need the reminder, sometimes.”

You make quick work of freeing him of the handcuffs and collar, trailing soft kisses from his shoulder to his collarbones, up to his neck, jaw, behind his ears, down again to his nipples, revelling in the way he shudders under your touch.

You roam your hands down to his abs, reaching for the steel cage around him.

“What do you want?” you ask, nibbling one of his stiff nipples between your teeth.

“Get me out, please. I want you so much.” he begs, brushing his knuckles over your hips.

You reach for the key around your neck, painstakingly slow. It clicks when you open the lock, and James takes a deep breath in anticipation. After unfastening the ring around his base and balls, you slip his soft cock out of the cage.

He groans in relief, resting his head in the crook of your neck as you stroke the velvety skin of his length in twisting motions.

The kiss you share is slow and sweet until it’s not, until blood flows back to his cock and he hardens in your hand, achingly swollen and leaking at the tip.

“Please, angel. I need you so bad, need to be inside you now. I’ll be good.”

You nod, and sit back on the desk, spreading your legs for him to settle between.

Your breath gets knocked out of you when he sheathes himself inside you, your slick walls fluttering and accommodating his girth.

You missed the stretch of his cock, the burn of it inside your pussy as he thrusts in and out of you, the slow build up to the throbbing pressure in your core.

You bite his skin, scratch his back, pinch his nipples. Praise him, love him.

His hands worship your body, tenderly caressing every inch of your skin.

“Please let me cum, angel, I need to cum inside you.” he whines, hips stuttering.

You feel him swell inside you, and your own orgasm near.

“Fuck, baby, cum inside me, lemme feel you, fill me up with all your fuckin’ cum.”

With a couple more thrusts, he cums inside you, filling you up to the brim with his release. His orgasm triggers your own, and you cling to his shoulders, eyes rolling to the back of your brain.

His pleasure wrecks him so much that he slumps against you, gasping for air. You can feel his heart beat wildly against your arm.

“Can you hold me?” he whispers, voice soft.

You stay locked in each others' embrace, basking in the warmth of your sweat slicked skin until you both start shiver, and dress again.

You help him in his cassock, fastening the white collar around your neck.

“Did you mean it? When you said I deserve to feel good?” he asks, rubbing his nose against yours.

You hum, pecking his lips.

“You deserve the world, baby boy.”

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Read more priest!Bucky on my masterlist!

A/N: someone on ao3 suggested that punishment might help priest!bucky deal with the guilt of breaking his vows, and I couldn’t agree more! so this is the result.

I hope you guys liked it. Please leave some feedback!

[lenle-g]

Oh absolutely! <3333

Scott, making his way up to their Father's desk ready to slide his completed mission report into the holo-records, has no idea that his astronaut brother is even home until he discovers a pale, John-shaped lump sprawled limply in the middle of their circle of sofas.

“What the…?” Scott’s breath catches, his eyes blow wide. His heart does a funny, sharp twisting thing in the middle of his chest that it's probably really not supposed to, and there's a beat or two of pure, unacceptable shock in which Scott's world just tunnels in on the presence of what is clearly blood smeared across John's lax, waxy face.

Big brother's chest attempts a hitched, stunted thing that can only be called breathing in the barest sense before Scott is sprinting across their living space and bellowing into the Comm watch at his wrist for help.

“virGIL?!?” Scott trips down the step and into the circle and, in an action his patella will regret later, crashes hard to his knees at his unconscious brother's side, yelling his head off for the most experienced medic in the family as he does so. “VIRGIL! GET IN HERE, NOW!"

The ‘on my way’ is instantaneous - Scott’s tone had clearly sparked a need for speed. No time to do anything but pull up the GPS location and run because there's a messy line of blood leaking from the astronaut’s nose, similar splotches of red pooling in his ears and an awful jagged slash scabbing across his forehead. John's breathing is light and shallow, his skin tone verging on grey and, perhaps most worryingly, he hasn’t responded at all to all the shouting Scott’s been doing and that’s just strikingly wrong. John's always first awake, first to respond - the young man has to be up and about in an instant if any of Thunderbird Five's alarms sound and so he’s trained to spring awake and into action at the slightest thing. They have to be careful not to walk past his room at night, for goodness sake, in case the sound of feet in the corridor wakes him.

This is not right.

Scott takes a sharp breath, the air like glass and his heart racing with terror as he reaches a fearful hand toward his sibling.

"John?" He tries, his fingers bumping against a hard chest. He lays his palm flat over his brother's heart and gives him a shake. "Hey Johnny, come on, wake up." John’s head lolls limply with the motion, and Scott feels a little sick at it, but gets no other obvious results.

"Ok.” He says aloud to himself, trying to think past the rising gorge of panic in his throat. He feels like a deer in headlights in a way he never would on a rescue. "Think Scott!" He slaps a palm against his own forehead, starting to get angry with himself now. "Patient non-responsive. What do you do?" Try and wake them up seems like the obvious answer, though that's failing so far.

Should he roll him into the recovery position, or should he not move him at all? Should he pinch his nose shut or might he choke? Should he...

"Come on John." Scott taps his brother's cheek softly, then a little harder, getting desperate to stir some kind of response now. Scott has to make a conscious effort to avoid getting blood on his fingers from the sheer amount of it that’s smeared across his brother’s face, still leaking sluggishly from John’s nose and spotted on the cushion that's supporting his head from where it's dripped from his ears. There's blood on the astronaut’s fingertips like he'd been trying to stem the flow before he'd passed out.

Hell. That’s not a sign of anything good.

A hundred horrifying scenarios come to mind. There’s so much that can go wrong living in space, and it can go wrong so quickly that you don’t even know you’re in danger until you’re dead. John could be dying right now in front of him and Scott doesn’t know what to...

"Scott! What's going…?" Virgil, skidding into the room with slippery socks against polished wood, trails off as he goes through a similar process of discovery shock to Scott’s, his eyes wide as saucers. “Jesus.” He says before he can stop himself. “What happened?” 

“I don’t know.” Scott can barely breathe around the anxiety. His whole mouth tastes like it's crammed full of fizzy static terror. He scoots around the back of the sofa, leaning over it to give Virgil, who's had the sense to grab a medkit from the wall, more room to work. “I just found him like this.” Scott explains, “How can I help?” He's kept his palm against his brother’s chest the whole time - the feeling of John's heart fluttering beneath his fingertips is the only thing keeping him from freaking out right now. 

Virgil’s knelt at John’s side, his fingers pressed to the pulse at his brother’s wrist. There's a deep, worried furrow between his thick eyebrow.

"Oxygen?" Scott suggests, loitering nervously, but Virgil shakes his head.

"Wait till the bleed stops. His BMP is a little fast. Help me roll him on his side so he's less likely to choke." Scott, complying, nearly kicks himself for not doing that earlier. It's hard to ignore how limp and silent their brother is as they do so - there's something incredibly unsettling about just how floppy he is - like a dead thing washed up on the beach.

Virgil distracts Scott by handing him a pair of latex gloves, snapping a pair on over his own fingers to match. He guides his brother's hand to pinch John's nose hard around the cartilage, clearly hoping it'll stem the bleed. Scott grimaces like he's just been asked to chop the man's leg off, but, to his credit, he holds on tight.

"What's brought this on then, hmm John?" Virgil asks, busy wrapping a pressure cuff around a limp forearm. "Some kind of sudden onset space-related injury?" He muses, inflating the cuff, honey brown eyes glued to the numbers, "Something must have gone wrong with re-entry.” 

He guesses, “A change in pressure in his head from being back on the planet could have ruptured something." 

And John's just been up here bleeding, alone, for who knows how long.

“Ah, his blood pressure is sky high.” Virgil reports the result grimly, noting them and his other readings down holographically at his wrist. "Barotrauma makes sense." It also means that this isn’t going to be a quick fix, John could be out of action for weeks. But what’s happened has happened and all they can do now is treat the symptoms. 

“Right. Let’s get him patched up. Astronauts typically lose ten to fourteen percent of their blood volume while up in space,” Virgil explains, ripping open a packet of steri-stips with his teeth and fumbling to peel one from its backing with his big fingers. “It usually takes a day or two home to regain it, so keep holding his nose while I patch up this cut. John can’t afford to lose much extra right now.”

Virgil pinches the gash together and works on sticking a neat, clean line of steri strips along it to try and keep it from bleeding.

"He's had long enough to get changed out of his spacesuit." Scott points out, he's been thinking about this while he watches his brother work. "But he didn’t flag anything up with us. It must have happened pretty suddenly." Only that doesn't quite add up because the angry red scrape at his temple that Virgil’s precautionarily sticking back together suggests some kind of earlier accident that they should have known about. “The way he’s hit his head looks like he collapsed, but there’s nothing hard to hit it on here.” There's anxious sweat, sticky around Scott's collar at the puzzle of it all. “Why wouldn’t he have called us?” His fingers ball into tight fists, his nails digging hard into his palms. Both rows of perfect teeth press hard against each other, grinding on his rising anger.

"I don't kn…" Virgil starts, but then stops, abruptly. Scott nearly drowns in a wave of terror that John's just died or something, but then he notices the same flutter of ginger lashes that his brother clearly has.

John’s coming round.

"John?" Scott prompts carefully, leaning further over the back of the sofa in a way that has Virgil worried that he's going to end up on top of them. "Hey, can you hear me, bro?" There's a pinched, pained scrunch appearing on their sibling’s forehead, tugging at the new plastic stitches. Slowly, the fluttering turns into blinking, but it takes a minute or two for hazy blue-green eyes to work out what focus is.

“John.” The relief in Virgil’s voice is almost palpable. “Do you know where you are? Do you remember what happened?”

It seems a bit early for interrogation. John is blinking glassily at Virgil, his breathing a little hitched. He’s clearly just as confused to be there as the rest of them are. Scott lets up on pinching his nose and both hovering brothers are relieved to find the bleeding seems to have stopped.

“H-Happened?” John eventually asks, blearily. He’s... not sure. All John knows for sure is that he hurts very badly, all over. His head is pounding and the world seems distant and fuzzy like he’s viewing it through a veil of gauze. His brother’s voice sounds muffled and warped, like he’s listening from underwater. "I... I don’t know…" John's mouth shapes the words, though they taste coppery and strange and the vowels sound wet. One of his brother’s presses the hard plastic of an oxygen mask over his mouth and throbbing nose and that doesn't much help his comprehensibility either.

"It’s ok, I should have expected you’d be confused." Virgil smoothes a calming hand the size of a dinner plate gently over his brother's hair, the fine ginger strands slippery between his fingers. "Give it a minute or two, ok? It looks like you hit your head.”

While he waits, Virgil finds a sterile wipe and begins ever so gently cleaning rusty red from John’s skin. A horrific amount of colour leeches out into the fabric as he does so, the stain spreading through the wet fibres and creeping up toward his fingers. John sinks into silence again - staring blankly to the side, blinking lots like he's dizzy even though he’s lying down.

Last thing John really remembers clearly he’d been in the Space Elevator, making his way down from Thunderbird Five. It’d been a rougher ride than usual, but nothing that had screamed imminent danger. Though… if he thinks harder about it, he realises his head had started feeling floaty around halfway down, and there’d been that warning bleep on the 02 readings that he couldn’t explain. He remembers a brief, strange spill of red pressure readings onto his holoscreens, a warning error message, or several, but he would swear they hadn’t felt significant at the time. He’d just felt… floaty and distant. Which should have been a warning sign all of its own.

From the way his head is pounding now, John realises that the craft must have been depressuring around him without him even noticing. It’s a lucky thing that the Elevator is so fast from orbit to Earth. A cold, horrible realisation slithers up John’s spine that, had it been any slower at it, he probably would have died.

"I… the readings were wrong." John manages, though as he does so Virgil notices flecks of blood on his lips and teeth from where it's trickled down the back of his throat. “I think the Elevator was venting atmosphere and I didn’t…” He blinks again, slow and sluggish. “It felt off, but not… I didn’t think anything of it.” He adds. “I… My head hurts.” He squeezes both eyes shut again, his face noticeably growing paler.

“Hang in there J, I’ll give you something for the pain and to lower that BP in a sec,” Virgil promises, his voice considerately much quieter. He lays a palm against his brother’s forehead to feel the heat of it, and is relieved to find it warm but dry. No fever. “We’ll get Brains to check the Elevator over before anyone goes near it again,” Virgil promises, from somewhere above him. “Do you remember hitting your head?”

“I think… uh, I think I fell down the stairs.” The astronaut decides promptly without even opening his eyes, surprising neither of them. “I remember being at the top after getting changed in my room... but I’ve got no memory of anything after that…” 

Scott’s got an awful mental image of his brother dragging himself semi-consciously to the sofa before he passed out and feels sick about it.

“Jesus John...” Big brother echoes Virgil’s sentiment from earlier, then trails off, not knowing what else to say. Virgil clearly sees right through him, recognising Scott’s indecision and wallowing fear as something that really won’t help John right now, and shifts into his all-business-get-things-done-mode.

“Right.” The bigger man says, clear cut, “I want to get a brain scan to check everything’s all right in there.” He imagines there’ll be some cerebral swelling and he’ll have to go through all the cognitive and hearing tests, but John seems much more lucid now than he’d anticipated and that’s a good sign. “And we’re having a talk about your platelet count when you're conscious enough to process it." Virgil promises, narrowing his eyes at John, who, to his credit, at least has the decency to look sheepish about it. “If you’re feeling ill from re-entry… more ill than usual,” He corrects himself, “You need to let us know.” There’s a sigh and then Virgil’s voice goes a lot softer. “You shouldn’t feel like the world has to end before you stop working, John. You shouldn’t be working like this at all. If you’re going to live up in space for such long stints you need to…”

“Take the proper precautions. I know, I know.” John rubs a weak hand over his throbbing eyes. He clearly thinks now isn’t the time for a lecture either. “NASA trained, remember?”

“Oh, I remember.” Virgil isn’t letting this one go. “Sometimes you need to remember it too.” He adds, pointedly. “Right, let's get you to bed for now. I'll have to do some scans and a blood test and monitor your pulse and breathing, but I don't see any reason that can't happen in your own room - clean sheets, blackout blinds, the works." He knows the signs that John’s got a space-induced headache from a mile off, and this must be a particular cracker of one, no pun intended. “I'll have to get some saline and glucose in you to bring your levels up to something acceptable." He adds, apologetically, because that means an IV, which John hates, but really it can't be helped. “We'll have to sit with him in shifts.” His focus shifts to Scott. “If he throws up, check for blood and let me know.”

“I’m not gonna throw up.” John tells him, but he doesn’t sound convinced. “Let’s go...” He shifts his bodyweight, his head wobbly and weak and, with both his brother’s diving to provide support, he makes to sit up. The world shutters abruptly into black and white static but, somehow, John remains sitting, waiting for it to pass.

“Hey Virg…” After a few moments, a weak hand curls its long fingers around his wrist, and Virgil finds his bloodied brother looking guiltily up at him. “I… Sorry about this.” There’re flecks of paint at his brother’s cuffs like he’d been interrupted while painting. He turns to his older brother and makes a note of the fear still there. “Scott, I… thankyou.” John breathes, in a rare, awkward moment of vulnerability. “I don’t…” He can’t actually imagine what might have happened if they’d not been there - if he’d been alone like he usually is.

“I’m just glad you’re ok.” Scott presses a warm hand to the back of his brother’s neck, “You sure scared me there, little bro, I thought...” He trails off, leaving Virgil to hum something agreeable in his place as he scoops a thick arm around John’s back.

“Right.” Virgil says again, focusing himself and his brother’s firmly away from the what-ifs, “Time to get you to bed.”

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𝙺𝚑𝚊𝚒'𝚜 𝙹𝚘𝚞𝚛𝚗𝚊𝚕 | 𝙴𝚗𝚝𝚛𝚢 #𝟹

𝚍𝚎𝚜𝚌 ; 𝚓𝚞𝚜𝚝 𝚜𝚘𝚖𝚎 𝚜𝚌𝚛𝚊𝚙𝚜 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚜𝚗𝚒𝚙𝚙𝚎𝚝𝚜 𝚒 𝚠𝚊𝚗𝚝 𝚝𝚘 𝚜𝚑𝚊𝚛𝚎, 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚢’𝚟𝚎 𝚋𝚎𝚎𝚗 𝚜𝚝𝚞𝚌𝚔 𝚒𝚗 𝚖𝚢 𝚍𝚛𝚊𝚏𝚝𝚜 𝚋𝚘𝚡 𝚏𝚘𝚛 𝚊 𝚕𝚘𝚗𝚐 𝚠𝚑𝚒𝚕𝚎...

“𝙰 𝚙𝚘𝚜𝚜𝚒𝚋𝚕𝚎 𝚌𝚘𝚗𝚝𝚒𝚗𝚞𝚊𝚝𝚒𝚘𝚗 𝚘𝚏 𝚜𝚎𝚝𝚜 𝚘𝚏 𝚛𝚊𝚗𝚍𝚘𝚖 𝚒𝚖𝚊𝚐𝚒𝚗𝚎𝚜, 𝚜𝚌𝚎𝚗𝚊𝚛𝚒𝚘𝚜, 𝚘𝚛 𝚜𝚖𝚊𝚕𝚕 𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚗𝚐𝚜 𝙺𝚑𝚊𝚒 𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚗𝚔𝚜 𝚊𝚛𝚎 𝚗𝚘𝚝 𝚠𝚘𝚛𝚝𝚑𝚢 𝚏𝚘𝚛 𝚑𝚒𝚖 𝚝𝚘 𝚠𝚛𝚒𝚝𝚎. 𝙱𝚞𝚝 𝚖𝚊𝚢𝚋𝚎 𝚘𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚛𝚜 𝚌𝚊𝚗.

𝚒𝚗 𝚘𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚛 𝚠𝚘𝚛𝚍𝚜, 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚌𝚊𝚗 𝚝𝚊𝚔𝚎 𝚒𝚗𝚜𝚙𝚒𝚛𝚊𝚝𝚒𝚘𝚗 𝚏𝚛𝚘𝚖 𝚠𝚑𝚊𝚝𝚎𝚟𝚎𝚛 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚏𝚞𝚌𝚔 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚜𝚎 𝚊𝚛𝚎. 𝚗𝚘 𝚌𝚛𝚎𝚍𝚒𝚝 𝚘𝚛 𝚠𝚑𝚊𝚝𝚎𝚟𝚎𝚛 𝚓𝚞𝚜𝚝- 𝚢𝚎𝚊𝚑. “

khai's extras !! ;- 𝚙𝚕𝚎𝚊𝚜𝚎 𝚏𝚎𝚎𝚕 𝚏𝚛𝚎𝚎 𝚝𝚘 𝚝𝚎𝚕𝚕 𝚖𝚎 𝚒𝚏 𝚢𝚘𝚞’𝚕𝚕 𝚕𝚒𝚔𝚎 𝚝𝚘 𝚖𝚎 𝚝𝚘 𝚌𝚘𝚗𝚝𝚒𝚗𝚞𝚎 𝚘𝚗𝚎 𝚘𝚏 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚜𝚎 <𝟹

࿐ 𝚂𝚒𝚗𝚌𝚎𝚛𝚎𝚕𝚢, 𝙺𝚑𝚊𝚒.

“𝙽𝚎𝚔𝚘𝚖𝚊'𝚜 𝚚𝚞𝚒𝚎𝚝 𝚜𝚎𝚝𝚝𝚎𝚛“ | CW / TW: fighting/fights, blood, yelling (M!Reader)

Everything else was a blur. Within a blink felt like years just happened, dramatic as it sounded. Finding yourself in the courtyard not so far away from the gym where the Nekoma team practiced in is all you really remembered. Oh, and the fact you had punched someone. Right in their face. Maybe it was a few... or couple times as you easily remember seeing the blood dripped down from their nose. Your least dominant hand grasping the collar of their shirt tightly, most dominant hand clenched into a fist as if preparing the next blow.

Before you could raise your arm into motion you were abruptly stopped. Tensing at the familiar voices you heard come into clear through your ears, as if every sense of moral and composure was gone not so long ago. As if it was just muffled and blocked to your mind. Instinctively you started tensing up, realizing why this all started. And you wanted to continue on the person infront of you. 

Shortly relaxing you were kept distance away from the other, being pressured with questions. Known for being silent, you kept your mouth shut. Your eyes kept on the person from the other side before Kuroo grabbed your face with both of hands to face him. To stare at him and not the guy you were about to beat into a pulp. “Keep your eyes on me Y/N. Not that idiot over there, now mind telling us what happened in private?” His voice stern, knowing how the scheming captain can be when he’s serious, you obliged. Replying with a soft huff through your nose and gaze averting away from Kuroo’s amber ones.

"𝙻𝚊𝚝𝚎 𝚗𝚒𝚐𝚑𝚝 𝚜𝚑𝚎𝚗𝚊𝚗𝚒𝚐𝚊𝚗𝚜" | was supposed to have content for Suna too. (M!Reader)

→ Kageyama’s afterschool plans were commonly occupied due to his practices and often personal practices with him by himself in the gym or with Hinata staying late per usual. they were cut short occasionally due to you, having days where you were held back with whatever you did within the school. clubs, assignments, studies, and such.

→ he knew you studied quite often alone in the library to wait for him around a certain time, mainly when it almost gets late till the janitor or a teacher kicks them out of the gym.

→ whenever he sees you at the doorway of the gym watching him set against a wall before he flinches as the ball hits him back in the head. a snicker leaving your mouth.

→ “Sto-stop laughing! You distracted me idiot!!”

→ “Yeah yeah... I’m the idiot here. Didn’t get hit by the ball did I now, huh~?”

→ “I’ll throw this ball at you till you get out of my sight.”

→ “You won’t-”

→ “Try me, babe.”

→ seeing him pick up his bag and the ball, he began to walk over towards the door, where you stood still. before deciding to dash away towards the gates of to leave, speeding up hearing Kageyama bark n yell at you from behind with you just laughing softly hearing him.

→ “Get back here! You can’t run from me that long..!!”

→ “Yes I can!!”

→ in the end, Kage usually catches up to you, either missing the throw or hitting your head with a soft serve, always one or the other.

"𝚂𝚞𝚖𝚖𝚎𝚛 𝙷𝚎𝚊𝚝" | Osamu Miya x Idol/Popular M!Reader

⤷ Owner of Onigiri Miya, has a little rumor running around his company. He has been single for most of his year working. But time to time his employees and regular customers has noticed someone behind the lil’curtain that kept vision clouded from public eyes of the kitchen that was behind the counter. Only seeing the lower part of the strangers shoes of black boots and Osamu’s own pair of shoes accompanied with the uniform.

⤷ Not even his employees has caught glimpse of the stranger’s face. Only see them depart as soon one of them arrives at work in the morning. Like it was timed and was supposed to be a secret.

⤷ Being questioned by his employees with simple talk of a relationship, he only brushed it off. Not seemingly interested in anything, like his usual answers before the stranger’s appearance.

⤷ Osamu cupped your face, the gathering warmth that collected started to get overbearing, moving your face instinctively. “..’Samuuu- Don’t do that too long, your hands are usually warm and today’s too hot for thaaaaat..” You had whine wiping your face with the sleeve of your light coat feeling light sweat just being formed.

⤷ Only receiving a chuckle from him, he went off to go close down the shop for the day. Leaving you to sit at one of the tables by the glass walls, having the door wide open as a summer breeze began to pick up. Cooling you down.