#and to have anyone be able to pull me around and manhandle me

[cecily-fairchild]

once again i am thinking about how the ideal way to hang out is to have my arms tied behind my back in an elaborate, aesthetically pleasing, and totally immobilizing bondage tie

[yawnderu]

Showtime — Keegan P. Russ x Reader

Kinktober day 4: Uniform kink

They don't hate each other I promise

CW: hate sex, hardcore, scratching, dirty talk, manhandling, creampie, just. Pure filth

"Fucking stay still." Keegan mutters between clenched teeth, trying to get you to stop fucking yourself on his dick. It was ruining the rhythm he set on his thrusts, and while any other time he would have enjoyed it, it ruined his orgasm three times already.

"Fuck you." You retort back, making him take a deep breath and wonder for a second if he should just pull out and jerk off instead of dealing with you. He shakes his head, grabbing your hips again and slamming himself all the way back inside in one thrust, basking in your loud moan before he pulled out again. Big, gloved hands pull you by the ankles as he swiftly puts you on your back, his hands folding your legs up with ease as he slams himself back in, quickly setting a punishing rhythm.

"Wanna act like a bitch? I'll fucking treat you like one." His voice is deeper and more raw, eyes shut as he holds your legs even closer to your body, the way your tight cunt is swallowing him up like nothing is making him go nuts. One of his gloved hands goes to hold the top of your head, angling it up so you can see his stupidly large dick fuck into you.

"Takin' me like nothing... how many dicks have been in this sweet cunt, hm? How many from the Ghosts?" He's simply trying to get in your head and he knows it's working by the way your half-lidded eyes open simply to glare up at him, a small frown forming on your lips as you refuse to answer.

"None of... your fucking business." Damn him and his massive cock, stretching your wet cunt out with ease as he pounds you into the mattress, using your own body to drive himself impossibly deeper inside you. The tip of his dick keeps slamming into the entrance of your abused womb, making a mix of pain and pleasure to shoot up in your body with every single deep thrust.

"The whole squad, huh?" He asked with a small, deep laugh, and you know him well enough to be able to tell he has a shit-eating grin under his skull balaclava. He lowers his body into you, arms wrapping around your waist as he hammers his thick shaft inside you, the lewd sounds of your squelching cunt and your combined moans are bouncing off the walls of the safehouse. You're mentally glad none of the other Ghosts are here yet, listening to your slutty, needy moans as Keegan uses your tiny cunt to jerk himself off.

"Maybe." You confess jokingly, though you're trying to make it seem like it's true. You've seen the way Keegan becomes possessive over you before, and you can see it now, as his light blue eyes narrow before he slams into you deeper and harder than before, his breath hot and labored right in your ear.

"Fucking slut." He says with a breathy chuckle, the way your squelching cunt is leaking all over the crotch of his uniform while you swallow him up is giving him the chance to ignore the way his heart strings get pulled at the thought of you with anyone else. His gloved hands hold the back of your knees, pulling them to your chest until you whine out. He thrashes inside you a few times before his arms wrap under the back of your knees, pulling you up with him.

"Hold on tight." Your arms immediately wrap around his neck when he lifts you up, wincing softly at the way his tactical vest is rubbing against your sensitive nipples. He moves your body up and down his dick slowly, hissing once your patience runs out and your nails scratch the only place uncovered by his uniform— the back of his neck.

"Bitch." He barks out, arms now wrapped around your waist as he begins to slam back into you, masked face hidden on the nape of your neck as he moans lowly, trying his best to fuck you as hard as he can despite his vest getting in the way. One of your hands holds onto his vest for support from his animalistic thrusts and he throws his head back, feeling the way your cunt clenches around him is already driving him over the edge.

"I'm not pulling out." He warns, as if he didn't have you begging for him to cum inside you every single time you've fucked. You simply nod your head, eyes closed as you feel the knot on your stomach coming undone, your orgasm hitting you like a tidal wave at the same time Keegan is milked, letting out a deep groan right into your ear while your greedy womb gladly takes his cum, filling you to the brim with his seed just as he had done so many times in the past. He holds you close to him and you don't register his balaclava is pulled over half of his face until you feel his lips gently kissing your neck.

"Attagirl."

[hooniebaekgu]

Insatiable

PAIRING : Park Sunghoon x female Reader

GENRE : smut

Warning : MDNI!! Reader is 5th member of Aespa, ft. Karina and Winter (Minjeong), size difference, cursing, use of the nickname 'angel', implied second round

Word Count : 1.5k

Yukki's Notes : this became quiet longer than what I anticipated

You're laying in your freshly washed sheets with Sunghoon. The room was dark, the lights turned off. You two were watching a movie, neither of you two was really paying attention to it.

You couldn't focus when Sunghoon's strong arms were wrapped around your waist, you sitting in his spread out legs with your back to his chest.

You had an obsession with his arms, his buff biceps and the veins on his hands. The way you could remember innumerable times his fingers were inside you.

And Sunghoon noticed, it was hard not to when your hands — tiny in comparison to his — were playing with his fingers.

Sunghoon was in love with how smaller you were in comparison to him. Your height difference makes you stand on tiptoes to kiss him.

How easy it was to manhandle you. How his cock made a bulge on your lower stomach.

He could practically hear your thoughts, how all you could think about was his fingers in you.

He knew he shouldn't, your members were right outside the door. The door which was unlocked and anyone could walk in on what he had in mind.

But the possibility of being caught had never been able to stop him, your whole relationship being proof of that.

His hand which was resting on your stomach slowly moved down, grazing over your exposed thighs due to the shorts. He was barely touching you, giving you a taste of what you could have.

He slithered his hands up, rubbing circles on your inner thigh, almost touching where you needed him.

Oh but he needed to hear you beg, he needed you to want him.

"Hoon, what are you doing?" you whispered, afraid to break the peace.

"What do you think baby?" he whispered back in your ear, teasingly nibbling at it.

His finger brushed against your core, you felt a gush of arousal when he had barely even done anything. Sunghoon always has that effect on you, always.

"B-but hoonie the others could hear us." you tried to reason, his fingers were dangerously close to your cunt. Your panties are already ruined from your arousal.

"Then you gotta be quiet, yeah?" he said, trailing kisses down your neck, softly sucking at the spot he knew made you moan. He was going to make sure you had a hard time keeping in the noises.

"You can do that for me, right angel?" he said, knowing what effect that nickname had on you.

You nodded your head, grasping his hand and pushing it to where you wanted him. You couldn't help but gasp at the feeling of his fingers pressed against your clothed clit.

"Already wet? I haven't even touched you baby." he said, sounding smug. Your panties were soaked, his fingers slowly rubbing circles on your clit through the soft material.

Your hands clamped on your mouth, always so sensitive when it came to him.

He pulled his hand away, almost immediately you whimpered at the loss of touch. He pulled off your shorts and panties, stretching your folds apart. You moaned into your hand at the feeling of the cold air brushing against your cunt.

He grazed your clit with his middle finger, touching you but barely.

"Baby, please" you said, not knowing what you wanted, but sunghoon always understands your broken language when you're desperate.

He continued to suck on the skin of your nape, knowing he wasn't supposed to leave marks. But what's the fun in that?

Knowing if he didn't give you what you wanted, you could start crying right now, he started to rub circles on your clit.

Your hand grasping his wrist, urging him to go faster.

He rubbed your clit faster, you threw your head back on his shoulder, moans muffled through the palm on your mouth. Your legs closing in on themselves, not being able to handle the pleasure. His other hand is pulling your legs apart.

You could cum just from this, and Sunghoon knows. But he isn't going to let you cum if it isn't on his fingers. So he pulls away, always a fucking tease.

"Why did you stop?" you whined out, looking back at him. Your lips pouty and eyes wide open, god you were just the cutest.

How could he say no to such a face?

"I'm sorry baby." he said, pushing his lips to yours, sharing a wet kiss. This angle was hurting his neck but he didn't care, not where he could taste your cherry lip balm.

Slipping his middle fingers in your cunt, he swallowed your moans. He gathered your arousal, coating his fingers with it. Pushing two of his fingers in you.

He moved slowly, pushing his fingers in and out, curling them and hitting that spot once in a while.

"Hoonie please, faster." you moaned, giving him doe eyes. You knew the effect you had on him.

Sunghoon cursed under his breath, plunging his fingers deeper and faster. Curling them just where you wanted him.

You threw your head back, your back arching as you bit your lip to keep the noises at bay.

Just then you both heard the sound of feet shuffling around outside the door, Sunghoon stopped moving his fingers. As much as he wanted to tease you and make you stumble over your words, he knew at the smallest suspicion, whoever was behind the door would walk in.

There was the sound of a knock, and a voice spoke up, "___? We're going out to eat, do you guys want anything?" it was Karina, always the concerned mother hen when it came to you.

Sunghoon rubbed your thighs, pulling up the sheets to cover your bottom half just in case.

"N-No, we're fine. I'll text you if we want anything." you said, biting your lip when you heard a brief moment of silence.

There was some more shuffling around and then you heard Minjeong, "Ok, have fun!"

Sunghoon suddenly curled his fingers in you, hitting the spot that made you see stars. Before you could slap a hand on your mouth, sunghoon put a hand on your mouth, pushing your head back till it rested on his chest. Your back now pressed tightly to his front.

"Be quiet, angel. Don't want them to hear you, yeah?" he said, chuckling softly.

"Hold your legs open for me baby." he said, it was more of a demand than a question. Your hands gripped the back of your knee, pushing them wide open.

Sunghoon moved his fingers in you at an insane pace, curling his fingers to rub against your sweet spot. You threw your head back, his hand still keeping a tight grip on your mouth.

You wet cunt made loud squelching sounds, sucking in his fingers.

Sunghoon let go of your mouth when he heard the front door close, resting his now free hand on your stomach.

Your legs fell open due to the pleasure you were feeling, your hands gripping his free ones.

You let out loud pornografic moans, his fingers buried in you to the knuckles. The pads of his thumb rubbing against your clit.

"You're clenching up, is my baby going to come? Make a mess all over my fingers, yeah?" he said, you frantically nodded your head. His words not really registering in your head, you couldn't hear anything past your moans and the noise your cunt was making.

"Oh my g-god, hoonie I'm gonna cum." you said arching your back. His hand gripped on your waist, trying to stop your squirming.

"Cum for me baby. Cum all over my fingers." he whispered, his fingers continuously rubbing against your sweet spot.

With a cry of his name, you fell apart on his fingers. Eyes rolling to the back of your head, as he fingered you through your high, stopping once you became too sensitive.

"You alright, angel?" he said, rubbing your thighs affectionately.

You wordlessly nodded, your brain a mush from the orgasm you've just had. Sunghoon chuckled, pecking your cheek.

"Take a nap, you must be exhausted." he said, softly pushing off of his chest. You looked at him questioningly, "What about you?" you said, looking down at his raging boner.

"I'll take care of it, it's fine." he said, trying to get up from his position. You grasped his shoulders, making him sit down. Getting on his lap, your legs on either side of him.

Bare cunt sitting directly on top of his clothed boner.

"But I want you." you said, pouting at him, faking sadness. You were insatiable, but who wouldn't be when he was so hot.

His expressions darkened, looking at you with a stoic face he said, almost as a warning, "Don't start something you can't finish, angel.”

You rolled your hips, cunt rubbing against the flimsy material of his shorts. His cock was rubbing against your clit. You wordlessly reached for a hem of his shorts.

Your eyes met his for a brief moment, before he was pulling you in an intoxicating kiss.

[smileysuh]

Yunhoe : Ateez

🌙 staring. Yunho x afab!Reader

🔮 preview. Your phone is so far away- and you’re too cock drunk to think much about donations or the chat room- but you do your best to be as vocal as possible, knowing that moans will make up for the fact that Yunho obviously could care less about good visual shots. 

cw/ tw. cam sex, dom/sir yunho, breast worship, gentle slapping, size kink, oral, blow job, fingering, dirty talk, finger sucking, multiple positions/orgasms, jealousy, man handling, unprotected sex, etc... I petnames. (hers) baby, princess. (his). sir.

👹 rating. 18+ explicit I wc. 5.5k

🍭 aus. cam girl reader, poly idols, idols sharing a fuck buddy, dirty boy idols, etc...

☀️ mlist + an. cam room directory here

“You didn’t tell me there’d be people at the dorms-” you whisper as the largest member of Ateez pulls you into his bedroom and closes the door behind you. 

“It’s just Mingi- and as you saw, he had headphones on- he’s not gonna interrupt us,” Yunho assures you. 

“Really? You’re sure of that?” You raise an eye brow at him. “So when he gets a cam room notification, and opens it to see us fucking- Mingi’s going to just … go back to gaming?”

Yunho grins. “I didn’t think of that,” he admits. “But I guess that’s why there’s a lock on my door.”

You shake your head at him- laughing at the situation. “You idols and your relaxed morals around threesomes-”

“I mean, if it’s gonna be with anyone, might as well be Mingi- and hey! I told you, the door’s locked.” Yunho’s eyes drag up and down your figure. “I will admit- your last cam show with those two members of Seventeen was pretty hot, but I want you all to myself now.”

“You do, do you?” 

You find yourself grinning as the idol approaches you, hands grabbing your waist to tug you to his chest.

“Uh huh.” His gaze shifts to your lips then back up to your eyes. “We’ve known each other a while- not just us, but you and all of Ateez. I remember the first time Seonghwa and Hongjoong told me you’d sent them a link to your cam show- Hongjoong had been certain he’d be the first of us to get a shot at you. But then you went on cam girl hiatus, and we worked with you on Legendary Kingdom and- I don’t know… I guess I had to have you… but that cam room you did last week definitely pushed me to make a move.” 

“Wow Yunho, I didn’t know I’d been on your mind for so long,” you breathe, seeing him in a new light. 

“Don’t be humble, gorgeous,” Yunho laughs, gently grabbing your jaw and swiping his thumb across your lower lip, “Everyone knows our little cam baby is a heart breaker.”

“Planning on getting your heart broken, are you?”

He grins, then his thumb moves down so he can grip your neck, causing you to gasp. Yunho leans in, lips brushing by your ear, when he says, “I think I plan on breaking you. But only in ways you’ll love, I promise.” 

You groan at how turned on you already are- nodding in his grasp. 

Yunho kisses you a moment later, releasing your neck in favour of grabbing your hips, tugging until your body is flush to his own. His tongue invades your mouth, gliding past yours and making you moan louder-

His hands slip down to your ass, and Yunho lifts you off the ground, forcing your legs around his waist. Instead of taking you to the bed, he presses you against the wall, pinning you right where he wants you while his lips move to your neck. 

It feels so good to be manhandled like this- your breath knocked out of you, body easily tossed around like a ragdoll- 

It feels like giving up control, and if there’s one thing you’ve needed today, it’s to let someone else be in charge. 

Yunho’s given you good vibes for as long as you’ve known him, and it feels amazing to be here with him-

With you pinned between his large form and the wall, your legs wrapped securely around his waist, Yunho is able to carry you with one hand, the other goes for your tshirt. 

“Off,” Yunho says against your throat, pulling away just long enough to help you tear the fabric from your form and throw it across the room.

“Yunho-” you laugh, enjoying his energy, but remembering the task at hand; “I should start a cam room-”

“Right-” his lips are on your throat again, and he doesn’t seem too intent to stop, but he allows you to manuver yourself to pull your phone from your back pocket. You adjust your grip on Yunho’s broad shoulders, a little wobbly while you begin to look for the right app.

“Yunho-” you groan, laughing again when he rolls his hips, pressing the front of his jeans against your core. 

“Is the cam room open?”

“Yeah, in one sec-” you hear Yunho’s own cell ding, signifying a notification for your cam show.

“Phone?” Yunho asks, pulling away from your neck and holding out a hand expectantly.

You don’t even think twice, placing the device in his large palm. He tosses it over his shoulder and it lands on the bed.

“They can wait,” he tells you, lips returning to your own and cutting off any bratty response you’d had bubbling inside of you. 

Yunho ruts his hups again, and you moan loudly at the feeling- your panties are already sticking to your core, and if Yunho doesn’t continue stripping you soon, you might just cry-

In fact, if his own shirt doesn’t come off soon you’ll probably cry- 

All it takes is balling your hands in the fabric for Yunho to pull away from you and tear it off, revealing his strong torso to your greedy fingers. You immediately begin to trace the muscular lines of his shoulders, and Yunho groans when he kisses you, pressing you tighter against the wall-

“Yunho-” you moan, already used to the feeling of his name on your lips-

“Call me sir, or daddy-” he responds, mouth returning to your neck while you tangle your hands in his dark hair.

“Fuck, never saw you as the kind of guy with a sir kink-” you admit, swallowing thickly. 

Although you’ve often had a preference for ‘daddy,’ you’d learned the hard way to only bestow it upon men that you truly want to baby you, and as much as you like Yunho, you’d like to be fucked by him, not treated like his little princess.

“There’s a lot you don’t know about me,” Yunho tells you. “How my tongue feels, how big my cock is, how well it’s going to stretch out that tight fucking pussy of yours-”

“Sir-” you groan, panties getting wetter by the second. 

 “I guess we can start now,” Yunho concedes, pulling you away from the wall to toss you onto his bed next to your phone. “Do you need to check who’s in the room so far?”

“Okay-” you nod, “yeah-”

When you pick up your phone, the camera naturally swings to reveal who you’re with, and you get to watch the chat explode.

Unlike during your last show, nct isn’t at a concert, so the room is full of Seventeen and nct members.

HeyChannie: first you cheat on us with svt and now ateez-

Tigerprince: I thought I was next > : ( 

KingArthurMin: yeah

KingArthurMin: I thought Hoshi was next

Hannie: kkkkkkkkkkk 

Thegentleman: my money was on cheol actually 

Gi: O.O uh

Joongie: i thought yunho was at home with you gi

Gi: he is….

Darkhwa: 👀

“Mingi’s in the chat,” you tell Yunho, lifting your hips to allow him to pull your pants off.

“Tell him we say hi,” Yunho responds, tongue swiping out to wet his lower lip as he looks down at you. “And give me the phone.”

You relinquish the device for the second time, blinking up at Yunho as he uses he camera to take a full body shot of you.

“Nice set, baby- do you always wear nice sets when you know you’re going to get fucked?”

“Yes, sir,” you nod, trying to hide a smile that threatens to work its way onto your face. You’re enjoying the shift in his tone, the dominant way he’s addressing you.

“Are you going to take your bra off for us? I think I can speak for everyone when I say I’ve been missing your pretty tits all week.” 

The way Yunho’s eyes scan your phone make you think he’s reading the chat, and the sound of donation coins indicates that he is most definitely speaking for everyone.

“Damn baby, these guys drop big money just for you to take your bra off,” Yunho says, gaze lifting to watch you. “You’ll be good and remove it, yeah?”

“Of course, sir, if it’s what you and the chat want-” You arch your back, slipping your hands under yourself to undo the clasp. 

You take your time with the straps, looking up at Yunho and the camera in an almost bashful manner as you slowly reveal your upper half.

“There you are,” Yunho breathes, reaching a large hand down to cup your breast. 

“Am I pretty enough for you today?” you tease, but your words make Yunho’s eyes lift from your breasts to look at you.

“Always,” he assures you quickly. He holds your gaze for a second or two before it returns to your tits, and his thumb brushes by your nipple, making you groan and writhe against the sheets. 

“Sir-” 

“Yes, baby?” Yunho asks. “Gonna beg for it already?” 

“Uh huh, I’m so wet-” You feel your skin flush as Yunho brings the camera down to your panty clad core, and you have no doubt that there’s an arousal spot showing through the thin material. 

“You are,” he agrees, free hand reaching down so he can press his thumb to your clit, massaging the wet fabric against your entrance. A small groan escapes you, and Yunho smiles. “Does that feel good?”

“Yes, sir-” you can hardly take your eyes off his muscular torso, and you’re already imagining how big his cock must be- how big it’s going to feel inside of you-

“Can I take these off of you, baby?” Yunho asks, fingers hooking in the waistband of your panties.

“Yes, please, sir-”

He tears the fabric down your legs, and you’re left completely bare. 

“I know I said I wanted to see those pretty tits of yours, but I’ve been thinking about your pussy for a while too, baby. It’s even prettier than your tits.”

His words make a rush of embarrassment flood through you, and you go to close your legs, only to have them forced open.

“Take the compliment,” he tells you, and you laugh a little at the way in which Yunho does praise. 

You’re still not fully used to him, but something tells you that by the end of the night, you will be.

“Thank you, sir-” you say, “I’m glad you like my pretty pussy- it’s ready just for you.” 

Yunho’s eyes lift from your core and he cocks a brow at you, grinning. “Yeah? What do you want me to do first, baby?”

“You could-” you swallow thickly, skin tingling from the way he’s making you be verbal for him. “You could kiss it a little, I guess-”

Yunho lets out a small laugh, and a moment later, he’s gently smacking the inside of your thigh. The contact is enough to make you yelp, a small sting jittering up leg and going straight to your core. Your pussy is practicly throbbing with interest, and your heart is speeding in your rib cage.

“When did you get so shy?” Yunho teases you. “I guess you’re too used to guys begging to eat you out huh? Haven’t had to ask for it in a while, have you, pretty girl?” 

“No-” you admit, mind going back to Mingyu, who had literally dragged your pussy to his mouth, “I haven’t had to ask in a while.” 

Another smack to the inside of your thigh has you letting out a high pitched squeal, reaching down to push at Yunho and his broad shoulders. 

“That’s for not calling me sir,” he tells you, pointing your phone up at your face to capture your shocked expression. 

Yunho’s grinning now, and you realize he’s the kind of guy who’s not truly aware of his own strength- your thigh is stinging slightly from the contact, but you can tell he’d meant it in a more playful way. 

“Sorry sir,” you apologize quickly. “I guess- seeing as I havent had to do it in a while, do you want me to beg for your tongue?”

Yunho’s eyes darken, and he nods behind the camera.

The sound of coins is on low volume today, but cam room donations spur you on as you begin to speak. “Please- sir, I’m already so needy- didn’t expect to have my inner thighs slapped and it felt so good- I need something- I want your cock later, but I know you’re gonna be so big- gonna stretch me out so well- I need your tongue first, please, sir-”

The idol between your legs looks hungrier and hungrier as you beg for him, and finally he snaps. Yunho tosses your phone onto the bed next to you, grabbing your hips to pull you to his mouth. His hands slip to the backs of your thighs, and he presses your legs up closer to your chest, curling your body in half and making it easier for the tongue that slips into your wet hole-

A moan escapes you as you reach down to thread your fingers in Yunho’s dark curls. You don’t even care that the camroom is left to stare at the ceiling again- the sounds that are tumbling out of you already are enough to let the men watching know that you’re being perfectly eaten out.

“Fuck- sir-” you throw your head back, eyes closing as Yunho sucks his lips around your clit. 

Every idol you fuck has their own pace, their own intensity when they’re eating your pussy- every single man that’s gone for your pussy like this has known what they’re doing, each in their own way. 

Yunho’s good with his tongue, and he’s definitely not shy about using it. You can feel his tasting your walls, groaning against your core and rubbing his nose to your clit-

Then there’s the way he applies pressure to the back of your thighs, keeping you pretzeled and at his mercy-

You can’t find it in yourself to verbalize praise for Yunho, and something tells you he prefers your moans and whines anyways. The pitchier you are, the harder he goes on you-

It must be obvious that you’re close to cumming, because Yunho’s mouth goes to your clit again and he lets go of one of your legs, a finger sliding into your entrance-

You adjust your thigh over Yunho’s shoulder and he adds a second digit, stretching you out while his tongue flicks at your most sensitive spot-

“Shit- sir- I’m gonna-” you can’t even finish your sentence, inhaling a sharp breath as your first orgasm is torn out of you with shocking precision. 

You buck your hips towards his face, clit throbbing at the way he continues to suck on it- but the hand on your lower abdomen pins you to the bed, forcing you back down. 

A strangled moan slips out of you and you grab the bedsheets, one last attempt to ground yourself while Yunho’s tongue and fingers guide you to cloud nine. 

“So good-” you whimper, on the verge of tears already, “so so good, sir- oh my god-” 

You can feel him smile against your pussy, and a moment later he’s letting up on your clit, fingers pumping into you slowly while he looks up at you. “Almost ready for me to fuck you, baby?” 

“Uh huh-” you swallow thickly, “yes, please, sir.” 

“How are your legs feeling?” Yunho asks, turning his head to press a kiss against your inner thigh. 

“Good… why?” 

“Cuz you’re gonna be riding me.”

“I am?” You blink at him, watching him pull away from between your legs to stand at the foot of the bed.

“Of course,” Yunho grins, taking out a small light ring and tripod that every idol you fuck just seems to have on hand- “it’s another thing you inspired me with during your last show.”

Your leg muscles are burning just thinking about it.

“I thought you said you were going to break me- how can you break me if I’m on top?”

“You’re cute, baby,” Yunho shakes his head at you while setting your phone in place. “When you get close, I’ll flip you onto your back and take over- Mingyu did the best he could under you while you sucked his friend off- but… I think I could do better- since it’s just the two of us.”

 The man who you’d once thought of as the boy next door type comes to join you on the bed, sitting propped up against the headboard.

You take a moment to appreciate his physique before getting onto your knees and crawling towards him, reaching out a hand to help him with his belt and pants. 

“You gonna be good and suck me off too, baby?” Yunho cocks a brow at you.

“Yes, sir,” you nod, licking your lips, “something tells me you’re really big- and I’m not usually a fan of lube so-”

“Yeah, I’ve noticed that,” Yunho tilts his head to the side while assessing you, “you’re usually wet enough, aren’t you, pretty girl?”

“Usually wet enough for guys with normal dicks, but like I said, sir,” you trail your finger over the bulge in his denim pants, “I suspect you’re big.” 

“Open your present and find out,” he shrugs, almost nonchalantly, and it only makes you even more eager to get your mouth around his cock.

You’re aware of the way your phone is set up, at the foot of the bed, and you can imagine that the camroom has a great view of your ass and pussy as you lean over Yunho’s crotch. You arch your back, shaking your bum just enough to tease anyone watching.

Yunho lets out a small laugh at your behaviour, lifting his hips to allow you to pull his pants and briefs down in one rough tug. His hard cock slaps up against his lower abdomen- it’s as big and pretty as the rest of him. 

“Fuck, I’m not going to be able to fit this anywhere, sir, least of all my mouth-” you tell him, wrapping your hand around the base of his length. 

“You’ll do alright,” he assures you, pushing a few stray strands of hair out of your face. “Don’t have to suck it for long- besides, I can already see you drooling, baby.” 

You are- it would be hard not to salivate at the sight of Yunho’s dick-

“Come on, my pretty little cock whore cam baby,” the idol encourages you, “it’s not gonna suck itself.” 

With a small shake of your head, you lick a stripe from base to tip, and Yunho shivers beneath you as your tongue glides over the head of his cock. He’s sensitive there, and you don’t mind focusing your attention on his pretty mushroom tip- for a short while at least.

Yunho lets out a groan, large hand gently applying pressure to the back of your head, urging you to take more of him-

No matter how many dicks you suck in your life, you don’t think you’ll ever truly be used to having your mouth full in this way- 

But you do your best, closing your eyes and breathing through your nose while you work Yunho over with your tongue. 

“You are good at this-” Yunho tells you, voice breathy, “I don’t know why I thought the other guys might be exaggerating- but they’re really not.” 

This makes you even more eager to show Yunho all you can do with your mouth, and you suck on him even harder, hollowing out your cheeks-

Yunho gasps, grip tightening in your hair, pulling you off of him. “That’s enough of that,” he tells you, assessing your puffy lips and the trail of saliva still connecting you to his cock. “Gonna ride me now, right, baby?”

“Uh huh,” you nod, “yes, sir, gonna ride you so well-” 

You go to latch onto his shoulders and Yunho’s hands find your hips, lifting you into position- he allows you to be the one who reaches between your bodies, grabbing his cock and adjusting it so you can slowly sink down-

“Fuck- sir, you’re so big-” you whimper, bouncing a little so you can take him easier. 

“Told you I was going to stretch out this tight little pussy, didn’t I, baby?” Yunho’s head is dipped, his gaze focused on the way you’re still trying to sit completely on his cock-

One of his hands reaches up to grasp your breast, massaging you and tweaking your nipple with his thumb.

“Come on, baby, you can take it-” he encourages you, biting his lip between his teeth while his eyes scan your body. “You’re our little cam baby, right?”

“Yes-”

“So that means you can take anything,” Yunho says, leaning in so his breath can fan across your chest. “Take it, baby,” he whispers, pressing a kiss to your collarbone, “take my cock.” 

“I’m trying- you’re so-” you groan in frustration, bobbing on his cock to take the last two inches- “fuck- so deep- sir-” you dig your nails into his shoulders, throwing your head back and closing your eyes.

“Just wait till I start fucking you, baby, that’s gonna be deep.” His hand slides down from your hip to grab at your ass. “Come on, ride it.” 

You adjust your anchor on his shoulders, thighs already shaking as you lift your body only to sink back down on his cock. The gentle sound of skin slapping skin is something you do your best to focus on as you find a slow rhythm.

You’re nearly lost in the feeling of Yunho, of being split open on him with each movement-

But it feels so good- has anything ever felt this good?

Then the man beneath you is leaning in, wrapping his lips around your nipple- your hands go to his hair, threading through the dark locks as more moans slip out of you. 

As you bounce up and down on him, rhythm increasing with help from the two large hands on your hips, you almost forget that you’re doing a cam show. 

Your phone is so far away- and you’re too cock drunk to think much about donations or the chat room- but you do your best to be as vocal as possible, knowing that moans will make up for the fact that Yunho obviously could care less about good visual shots. 

The idol’s teeth drag over your nipple, and then he’s pulling away from your chest to look up at you, cheeks a pretty pinkish colour. “You’re perfect,” Yunho tells you, voice low enough that the camera won’t hear him.

“Thank you, sir-”

“Enough with sir,” he cuts you off, planting one hand on the bed so he can roll his hips up to meet yours, “it’s Yunho now, call me Yunho, I want everyone to know who’s fucking you like this.”

“Fuck, Yunho-” you whine loudly, tugging gently on his curls to pull his lips to yours.

It’s an eager kiss, a clash of tongues and teeth- your nails drag by his strong shoulders, and he stifles your moans of pleasure as he continues to fuck up into you.

“You close?” he asks, gently biting at your lower lip.  

“Uh huh-”

“Your thighs are shaking, baby- should I take over?”

“Please-” 

Yunho’s abdominal muscles tense as he sits up fully, and two hands brace under your ass- in a quick motion, you’re thrown onto your back at the foot of the bed, head nearly lolling off the side of the mattress-

“There we go,” Yunho says as he slots between your thighs in missionary position, his mouth coming close to your ear when he whispers, “now all your other boy toys can watch you get properly fucked.” 

The camera is in the perfect spot, and when Yunho’s large hand wraps around your throat, he forces you to hang your head off the side of the bed, your back arching-

Your camroom will have a great view of you and your tits bouncing as Yunho takes lead, thrusting into you at an angle that has his cock practically rearanging your insides-

“Fuck- Yunho-” you gasp, hardly able to speak with the pressure still on your throat from his hand, “so deep-”

“Your close, right, baby?” He gently bites at your earlobe. “Why don’t you rub that pretty clit for me and cum?”

“What about you?” you ask, hand already slipping between your bodies to seak out your sensitive nub.

“I’m not done with you just yet-” Yunho chuckles, releasing your throat in favour of pressing kisses along your neck. “Just trust me- and be a good little cam baby who cums all over big dick.” 

“I can do that-” you nod, closing your eyes and enjoying the feeling of his cock sliding in and out of your tight hole-

“Squeezing me so good, baby,” Yunho groans against your throat, fucking into you even harder. 

“Don’t stop-” you whine, hands smoothing over his strong shoulders, nails teasing skin.

“I’ve got you,” Yunho promises, pace unfaltering.

“Fuck, Yunho-” each slap of his hips against yours has you closer and closer-

“That’s it, come on-” he cups your face, thumb gliding past your lips-

It’s the perfect thing to suck on, the perfect thing to be the cherry on top that throws you over the edge. 

You gasp around his digit, pussy clamping down on his cock while your own fingers rub at your clit, sending jitters of electric pleasure energy coursing through your entire body. 

“There you go-” Yunho groans in your ear, fucking you through your orgasm.

He’s so big, pinning you down to the bed as easily as ever-

All you can do is claw at his back and wrap your legs tighter around his waist while he helps you ride it out-

You wish he was cumming with you, your body already tired from two orgasms, but you suppose a guy with a big dick like Yunho might need a little longer to get there- 

The sounds he’s making in your ear tell you he’s close too, and you find yourself threading your fingers through his hair again. “Yunho-” you moan, “want you to cum too-”

“You done baby?”

“Yes- but I want you to cum-” 

Before you can finish your sentence, Yunho’s pulling out of you and manhandling you again. This time, you find yourself on all fours, ass up-

You think he’s going to fuck you doggy, but then he pulls you onto your knees, pinning you to his chest with an arm like a safety bar across your front, large hand cupping your breast.

“Here-” Yunho fumbles with something in the back pocket of the jeans that are still haphazardly pushed down his legs. He hands you his phone. “Open your camroom and read some comments.”

“What?” 

“You heard me,” he insists, kissing your neck and gently nipping at your skin. His thrusts, however, are anything but gentle, as he begins rutting into you from behind. “Read.” 

Joongie: this guy is crazy

Darkhwa: you say that as if it’s not OUR yunho

Joongie: that’s not our yunho

Gi: yeah he’s sir

Mountain: you’ve called him that a lot, huh gi?

Wooyoungthug: kkkkkkkkkkk

Gi: shut up san

Wooyoungthug: nice comeback

“It’s-” you begin to try to talk, but cut yourself off with a moan- Yunho feels so good like this- “it’s mostly your own members-”

“Yeah?” Yunho’s breath fans over the nape of your neck, and you feel him over your shoulder.

“San, Wooyoung and Gi are fighting-”

“Of course they are,” the man behind you sighs.

“Now Gi’s asking to come join-”

Yunho’s response is a quick “No,” and he tightens his grip on you. He brings his lips to your ear again, speaking low so only you can hear; “What about your beloved Seventeen and NCT? They’re not in the room?”

“They are-” you swallow thickly, scanning the comments.

Doie has donated $300

Tigerprince has donated $100

Doie: come on hoshi. Pay up

PuppyBoyWoo: yeah hoshi pay up

PuppyBoyWoo has donated $300

Tigerprince: settle down PUPPY

Tigerprince: rawr

Tigerprince has donated $200

“They’re bickering- as usual,” you say. 

“No steady dom in the room to tell them to behave?” Yunho grins against your throat, one hand moving so his fingers can rub your clit-

“Fuck- Doie-” your breath catches, “Doyoung’s trying to keep things in line-”

“He’s not the dom I was thinking of,” the man behind you scoffs. He’s quiet when he speaks, another line meant for your ears only; “Joong and Hwa said you have a thing for Johnny keeping the peace- isn’t your favourite dom in chat?”

“I-” your heart flutters as you realize NiceGuyJohnny isn’t a name you’ve seen so far- 

NiceGuyJohnny has donated $1000

“He’s in the room,” you confirm, shocked when something like relief floods over you.

“And you just love that, don’t you, baby?” Yunho whispers in your ear, chuckling. “Your pussy’s squeezing me so good now- tell me, is it from my fingers on your clit?” he rubs you harder, “or from John.”

“It’s from you-” you tell him, closing your eyes and leaning back against his shoulder. “Please- Yunho- I just wanna cum-”

“Yeah?”

“Uh huh- so badly,” you whimper.

“Fine.” The arm that’s been braced across your chest is suddenly gone, and Yunho pushes you down into doggy again, his phone discarded on the mattress next to your hand. “I guess if you beg for it- we can cum.”

“Oh my god, yes!” you moan at the new position, his cock sliding into you incredibly deep- “please, please, please-”

“Is that all you have to say for yourself?” Yunho’s fingers dig into your hips as he fucks you stupid. 

“Please make me cum, please-” you’re so close- reaching a hand between your thighs to rub your clit- “Cum with me- want it so bad-”

“Fuck,” Yunho groans, “almost there, baby, almost there.”

You’re not sure how Yunho has the energy to do it, but he picks up his pace, and you claw at the sheets with one hand, your sounds getting even louder as you hold off your orgasm for the perfect moment-

“That’s it- feels so fucking good, baby-” his thrusts falter momentarily- “cum with me- fuck, cum with me, princess-” 

You’re his perfect little cam baby cock whore princess, and you do exactly as he said, exploding for the third time since arriving in Yunho’s room.

It’s all consuming, the type of orgasm that makes you burry your head in the sheets and want to scream, your toes curling as sensitivity courses through you-

Yunho’s groaning behind you, rutting deep into your core even as you’re both overwhelmed with your orgasms-

His fingers dig into your hips, pulling you back to meet his thrusts-

“Fuck- Yunho-” 

His pace starts to slow, and you hear him let out something between a moan and a sigh. He’s still burried in your pussy, but he lets go of you, and for a moment you both simply catch your breath.

“You okay?” Yunho asks, hands returning to smooth up and down your back, a finger tracing your spine. 

“Uh huh,” you swallow thickly, still not ready to speak.

“Need a minute?”

“Uh huh.”

You both laugh a little, and you listen while Yunho takes another deep breath.

“Cam’s still on, so don’t say anything you don’t want them to hear,” he tells you. 

“Yeah? Like what?”

“Like… you know, how much you love me and my massive dick-”

“Oh my god-” you groan, shaking your head and grinning. “I think maybe you should be careful- if you’re any more sweet to me, people will know I have you pussy whipped.”

“Pussy whipped?” Yunho laughs in shock, and he squeezes your ass cheek roughly. “You sure about that?”

“Don’t forget that before we turned the cam on, you admitted that-”

“Woah,” suddenly you’re being pulled up to your knees, back to his chest with his hand around your throat, “no need to spill any secrets, baby.” 

You simply smile, voice teasing when you say “Sorry, sir.” 

“Okay, I think it’s time to turn your phone off.” With one last sigh, Yunho pulls out of your core, and you whine at the loss, reaching down to cup your pussy so none of his cum can drip onto his bed. 

With your other hand, you grab at your phone, pulling it out of the tripod and saying goodbye to whoever is still in the room. You’ve got bigger things to deal with now- like how to get to the Ateez dorm bathroom without running into Gi.

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Hi! Hope u are having a good day so far. I was wondering if u could write a yandere condescending Kakashi x reader NSFW with some degradation please .

You Only Talk to Me

Yan!Kakashi Hatake x Fem!Reader

Warnings: NSFW, Yandere themes, dominance, (I would consider this consensual sex, but some may view it as punishment sex or training), electric stimulation play, isolation implied, female orgasm denial, facial

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Note: Ugh! Thank you Adventurer for this lovely ask! I fucking love Kakashi and degradation. Got me fuckin’ kicking my feet. 🤘🖤

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His hand comes down quick on your mouth, palm molding to the pout of your lips. He doesn’t want you speaking. He doesn’t want to hear a singular syllable from you.

All he wants is your moans, your moans like that of a seraph’s choir, your whining and whimpering for him like an intoxicating drink. And fuck, he’s gonna get what he wants.

He looks in your eyes with his Sharingan, making you feel fuzzy in the head as he rips away your shorts with one hand. You look at him with pleading eyes, begging him to make you feel good. He has disciplined you enough by now to drill into your head that he’s the only one with the ability to take care of your drenched pussy.

“Yeah, you didn’t mean to talk to anyone in the village today. I know. I know. But if you can’t be smart enough to make good decisions, then maybe you shouldn’t be allowed to make any. You’re just a dumb little girl after all. I can’t have you going around making bad choices.”

Kakashi manhandles you, spreading you out on your stomach and raising your hips to meet his own. You no longer feel hazy, no longer looking into his red eye.

There’s a moment before he’s rubbing your cunt with the hand he used to cover your mouth, electric pulses from his chidori nipping at your folds. The light currents buzzing and vibrating, making you squirm as you bury your face into the pillow. It feels so good, too fucking good. Drumming your feet against the mattress, you beg him for his cock.

“K-Kakashi!” you whimper out. “Please! I- I need…ah! I need you! Kakashi, you’re all I need!”

The former Hokage absolutely takes pleasure in your neediness. In his opinion, he has trained you very well.

“You’re just such a little cock whore. Hmmm?”

“I’m a cock whore!”

“Whose cock whore?”

“Yours! Your cock whore! I want your cock in me so badly. Kakashi, please? I’m begging you!”

“Such a good little come slut,” he rubs your buzzing pussy as he relents the jutsu.

None too gently, he roughly shoves his cock up your cavern, sloppy and vicious in his pace.

“You don’t talk to any guys but me. Is that understood? Only me. Say it.”

“Only you! Only you!”

“That’s right, filthy bitch.”

A sudden shift in tone, slight, but you can still hear it. He has become more aggressive, as if the thought of you speaking to another man is making him pound your little throbbing hole even harder.

His fist finds your hair, pulling your head up from the pillow so his breath can ghost the shell of your ear.

“Naughty girls don’t get to come, do they?” he asks, his voice low, like a growl.

“No, sir, they don’t.” You could cry in agony at the mere thought of not being able to get off. His cock bullying that primitive little spot right in your very core. Your thighs twitch, sweat drips from your brow as you try to regulate yourself.

Don’t come. Don’t come. Don’t come.

Only punishment follows disobedience.

“They don’t deserve it. Only good girls can come on their lover’s cock.”

You gasp sharply as he withdrawals, pulling and pushing your hips until you’re flat on your back again.

You end up receiving his seed alright, just not in the way you want. As he fists his erection, he shoots a rope of white spunk all over your face and chest. You feel it seep into your mouth, and you sniffle as you swallow it, knowing better than to spit it out right in front of him.

Kakashi pulls you towards him as he settles himself between your legs. With each of the insides of your thighs resting on either side of his hips, his hands hooked under your knees, he narrows his eyes at you with that look that makes your head go all dizzy again.

“Ready for round two? Maybe if you prove how much of a good slut you can be, I might let you come this time.”

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Fighting Dirty

This pure smut one shot can be read alone, but it would take place some time after part 18 of the poly fic, We've All Got Needs, linked below.

Pairings: Zoro x Fem!Reader

Word Count: 2341

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Summary: You can’t help it when you get distracted by Zoro during training sessions, so he brings the sparring mats to the bedroom to teach you a lesson.

Rating/Warnings: Explicit Sexual Content, AFAB!Reader, She/Her Pronouns for Reader, 18+ Only, MDNI, Reader-Insert, Swearing, Smut, Established Relationship, Play Fighting, Self Defense Training, Brief Mention of How Reader Would React if Attacked, Discussion of being hurt and overpowered during sex with consent, Vaginal Fingering, Penis in Vagina Sex, Condoms, Choking, Rough Sex, Hair-Pulling, Anal Play, Anal Fingering, Mention of Rimming and Anal Sex, Praise Kink, Pet Names (including nickname, 'Needy'), Shameless Smut

A/N: Hope you enjoy the sparring session!

Hand to hand training always made you dizzy. 

As driven as you were to get stronger and prove yourself, you still couldn’t help but get distracted.

Zoro had to be going easy on you, but with your body smacking to the mats, skin stinging as new bruises were sure to form, it didn’t fucking feel easy.

You tried to watch the movement and the tells of his body instead of the beads of sweat dripping down his lickable chest to his abs.

But he pulled you to him again, before dragging your body to the ground, pressing into you with his weight.

Your ragged breath hitched as your hips met, his body forcing you where he wanted you. 

He leaned close to your ear, his voice taunting and wicked.

“Needy, how are you ever gonna fight if you wanna get taken so badly?”

“Fuck you,” you gasped, struggling as he grinded his lower body against yours, laughing at you when your eyes rolled back in your head. 

He smacked your ass as he lifted away from you.

“Go hit the showers, needy girl.”

Groaning, you laid there for a few minutes as your heart rate slowed down.

~

“Fuck,” you yelped, as you shut the bathroom door on a familiar hand.

“Not so fast,” Zoro teased, shoving his way into the room, locking the door behind him.

“We’re not done sparring yet.”

You couldn’t help but laugh at the playful glint in his eye, but your breath caught as he didn’t give you time to think.

His hands were on you, dragging you out of your sweat soaked clothes while you gasped, pulling at his hair.

“This is what you wanted, huh, Needy?”

“Mm”

He gripped your chin now, already free from his own clothes, his hard length teasing along your hip as he pulled you close.

“Do you like it when I throw you around like that,” he asked in a growl as you moaned softly for him. 

“You like it, don’t you, Needy? You want me to hold you down til you can’t move, want me to overpower you, huh, baby?”

Your breath was ragged, body trembling as he breathed down on you. He gripped your face harder, giving it a small shake.

“Well?”

“Yes…”

“Get in the shower.”

You felt shivers trail along your skin as you obeyed. Your body was tired and aching, but it was still aching for him. 

He watched you from the shower next to yours, watched as both of you cleaned the sweat off your skin. 

“My hair…”

You complained as he started to drag you out of the bathing room before you’d been able to manage it.

“You’re gonna need another shower when I’m done with you.

Luckily no one saw you in the hallway while Zoro manhandled you toward his quarters. You wouldn’t have been able to hide your parted lips, your fluttering eyes. Anyone could see how much you love what he does to you. 

With a gentle push, he forced you inside. Your mouth fell open at the sight of the sparring mats on the floor, the sound of him locking the door making you shiver. 

“Zoro…”

He ripped your towel away, dropping his own. You watched his long cock twitch as it filled with blood, readying for whatever he was about to do to you. 

“Don’t let me take you down.”

His dangerous voice didn’t stop you from playing, risking more.

“Or what?”

“Or you’re gonna have a rough night, Needy.”

You lifted your chin with a small, but eager smile.

“I can handle it.”

His eyes narrowed at your confidence, and you almost broke your stance, but you kept your smile. 

Zoro set his palm against your collarbone, pushing you backwards slowly until you were standing on the mat before heading to his dresser. 

Returning with a condom, he put it in your hand and smiled.

“Put this on me, and you’d better not make a sound.” 

He smirked, knowing you normally gasp when you felt his cock in your hands. You held in your reaction as you reached for him, enjoying watching him throw his head back, hissing slightly as you wrapped your fingers around him. You rolled the condom over his warm, throbbing skin, looking at him with a challenge in your eyes as you stood.

You couldn’t help but gasp then as his hand found you, fingers exploring your already wet folds as he smiled.

“Looks like you're all warmed up. Now get ready, Needy. Stay on your feet.”

He backed up, and you let your body relax into the stance he’d taught you. 

He looked so fucking smug, you wanted to kick him, but you didn’t think you’d get the opportunity today. 

His body was loose, giving slight movements and feints that had you shifting, readying for attacks that didn’t come. 

He was laughing at you as you tried not to admire his nude form, his muscles stretching or tensing, his long cock bouncing as he shifted his weight, teasing you with the anticipation. 

“Come on, Needy. You’d better fight back.”

You sucked your teeth, letting yourself feel the breath moving in your body, narrowing your focus. 

And he fucking teased you, his arm shooting out, just grazing along yours before he jumped away.

Then he was serious, and you managed to shift away, dodging his grasp and he gave a short laugh.

Then he had you. 

His leg was behind yours, and you fought to break his hold. He laughed some more at your desperate struggle before overpowering you, bringing you to the ground. 

Zoro had your arms pinned, shin pressing down on your thighs while you growled. 

“Too bad, Needy,” he taunted, breathing a bit heavy as you fought his hold.

But you hadn’t given up yet. You used all your strength to twist and squirm your legs, fighting to bring one of your knees between you as you twisted your wrists.

“Ooh, my girl does have some fight in unf-”

You decided to fight dirty. You knew if an enemy ever had you on the ground like this, you wouldn't stick to sparring etiquette. 

And you knew Zoro would be fine. 

You started thrashing, his weight on your legs starting to slip as you twisted away, until the only hold he had was your wrists. 

You managed to twist enough to bite one of his wrists, hard.

“Ow, fuck.”

He didn’t let go, but he loosened enough for you to squirm away, kneeing him in the back as you scrambled away. 

Zoro grabbed for your leg, but you kicked backwards, making him grunt before he gripped you hard, pulling you toward him. 

Your feet kept attacking, and he had to grapple you, laying his upper body across your thighs while he grinned. He was so close to your center, but you fought back, smacking at his arm.

Punching or clawing him in the face probably would have worked, but that felt too far for your play fight.

Breathless and thrashing, you were satisfied to hear Zoro’s groans as he tried to keep your body still. But you were trapped now, unless you truly wanted to hurt him.

“Looks like I’ve got ya now.”

You waved your free arms at him.

“Only because I like your pretty face too much to claw your eyes out.”

“Shit, my girl fights dirty.”

“I’ll do whatever I have to.”

A slow smile touched his lips, sending shivers over your sweat soaked skin. 

“You won’t let anyone else take you down.”

Biting your lip, you breathed out your promise.

“Only you, Zoro.”

Gasping as he lifted from you, you didn’t have a second to catch your breath before he pinned your arms, rubbing his hard length against you, sliding your wetness along him while you cried out his name. 

“You’ll let me take you, Needy?

“Y-Yes.”

“You’ll let me hurt you?”

Moaning as he rubbed against your clit, all you could do was nod. 

He leaned close, breath mixing with yours as he threatened you.

“Use your words.”

“Please… Hurt me.”

With a soft moan, he released one of your hands, only to line himself up with your entrance and slam into you. 

It was so brutal that you let out a small scream, before choking on three of his fingers. 

His thrusts were ruthless, but the look in his eyes had you melting. His gaze was soft, satisfied. It made your eyes roll back in your head.

His fingers left your mouth, twisting into your damp hair and pulling hard, making you yelp as he brought your eyes back to his. Your freed hand dug nails into his back as he kept fucking into you, trying to drive himself through you.

“My girl is vicious, huh? You fight dirty, don’t you, baby?”

“Mmhm.”

“I knew you were dark and dirty like me, Needy. You take everything I give you so fucking well.”

Your mouth was hanging open now as you panted through his punishing rhythm. That warmth was building up, your core twisting as you writhed beneath him.

Zoro’s hand left your hair to wrap long fingers around your throat. 

“Show me how much you love it when I hurt you, baby. Come on my cock while I choke you, show me what a freak you are, Needy.”

The pressure around your throat was intoxicating. You trusted him completely, knowing you were safe in his hands, but that didn’t stop the pleasure of the risk. Your body twitched around him, desperate, drawn out moans escaped your lips as you came. The pressure built up, and rolled through you, sending electricity through your skin. 

He let go of your throat, kissing along your jaw and neck while he kept thrusting into you. 

Suddenly your were empty, gasping as he’d pulled away from you.

“Flip over.”

Trying to scramble up, you couldn’t get your body to move yet. Zoro didn’t wait for you, manhandling you as he flipped you onto your stomach. 

Pulling your hips up toward him, Zoro gave your clit some attention, his fingers getting drenched while you gasped for him.

“Can you show me how dirty you are for me, Needy?”

“What do you mean?”

Zoro swirled the back of his thumb around your clit, before dipping it inside of you, covering it with your slick. He brought his palm to your ass, teasing his thumb up and down on your cheek. 

“Will you be a good girl for me, and take my thumb in your ass while I fuck you, baby?”

Your body clenched at his raspy, menacing words, and you couldn’t tell him no.

“Yes, please.”

He moaned at your ‘please,’ bringing his thumb back to your center until it was practically dripping in your pleasure. 

Waiting for the new sensation, first you felt his swollen cock tease along your clit before entering you so slowly. He set a gentle pace that felt so strange after the beating he’d just given your aching pussy. 

Your breath caught as you felt his wet thumb gently touch and circle your asshole. You had felt the pleasure of Sanji’s tongue there before, but had never gone further than that. 

“Mm, listen to those noises you're making. Does my needy girl want my thumb in her ass?”

The steady rhythm of his cock, and the teasing sensation of his thumb massaging around the outside of that sensitive ring of muscle had your body moving to meet him.

“Yes.”

“Hmm, yes what, dirty girl?”

“Please Zoro, I want your thumb in my ass, plea-”

The filthy moan you let out had Zoro chuckling as he’d pressed his thumb into you. His gentle movements were overwhelming, the sensation so intense as you felt yourself twitching around him. 

Zoro’s thrusts started picking up speed, and you clung to the mat beneath you as Zoro used your ass like a handle to fuck into you.

“Fuck yes, Needy, gods you’re so fucking hot like this. Such a little freak, just for me.”

“Mm, Zoro…”

“I know, baby. You love taking my cock, don’t you? You’re taking my thumb so swell in your sweet little ass.”

“F-Fuck…”

“Finger yourself, show me how fucking needy you are for me, baby.”

Your fingers found your dripping cunt, barely touching your clit before you came, moaning as you took in all the sensations at once. 

“Fuuuck, you feel so fucking good when you come, Needy, you’re gonna do it again for me. I’m not done fucking you like this.”

You were still twitching and clenching while he demanded you, and he fucked you harder through your orgasm, still driving you crazy with the teasing pressure in your ass.

“Z-Zoro-”

“I didn’t tell you to stop fingering yourself, Needy. If you wanna stop, you’re gonna have to come again first.”

His growl brought a gasping moan, but you obeyed, dancing your fingers along your swollen clit.

“Good girl, so fucking dirty for me. You’re fucking dripping, Needy. You like having my thumb in your ass?”

“Yes, Zoro, it feels so good.”

“Oh yeah,” he purred, hitting you with a few slow, but deep thrusts. “Does my needy girl wanna take my cock in her ass someday?”

Your whole body clenched, squeezing around him while you moaned, eyes rolling back. 

“Mm, that sure felt like a yes. Is my girl that needy? You can’t wait to fit my cock in your tight ass?”

“Fuck… yes…” 

You kept moaning now, as another orgasm ripped through you at Zoro’s filthy words. 

“Shit, fuuuck you feel so good, So fucking good. Keep milking my cock while I come, Needy-”

Zoro’s last few thrusts kept you twitching, and his groans had you biting your lip. The feel of him pulsing and throbbing inside you was fucking incredible, even with all the overstimulation. 

Finally, you were panting, laying on the mats as you both came down. 

Zoro looked over at you with his self satisfied smile that you still wanted to punch. 

“Alright, training’s over. Time to hit the showers, Needy.”

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Dark!Dad!Joel / Dark!Uncle!Tommy x Reader

Summery: You don’t want your dad to find out, so you let your uncle fuck you from behind.

⚠️ : Age-Gap (Joel is 53, Tommy 45, Reader 20), Rape, Dub-con, blackmailing, Dark!Joel, father/daughter relationship dynamics (everyone knows Reader to be Joel’s “adoptive daughter”), Reader calls Joel dad, confused Reader (Stockholm-Syndrom), father-figure Joel but messed up, manhandling, Daddy-issues, overprotective/obsessive Joel, manipulation, degradation-kink, throat-fuck/face-fuck, blow-jobs, breeding-kink, cum-eating, misogynistic-views/behaviour, name-calling, Uncle!Tommy (yes, it’s a warning from now on)

A/n: I had trouble giving Joel a title for this fic since he’s readers father-figure, kidnapper, rapist, pseudo-boyfriend—so I decided to just call him dad!joel and move on.

There will definitely be a part 2 because I’m not satisfied with the ending. Please like and reblog and leave me a comment—it will definitely motivate me to ACTUALLY write part 2 down instead of just thinking about it…

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Joel needed you today.

He needed your juicy little mouth that was always so eager to do and say whatever he wanted.

His heavy balls were resting on your chin, his throbbing cock was sticking out over your face. The mascara ran down your cheeks along with tears, sweat and spit.

Just five seconds ago you were suffocating on his cock, not daring to pull away. Not daring to fight back.

He might as well have killed you then and there, and you still wouldn't have objected.

You respected him too much…or maybe you were confusing respect with fear? After all, he still wore the face of the murderer of your father. Your real father. But that felt like a lifetime ago…

Whenever you tired to think about your beloved father, his face morphed into Joel’s.

“Good girl.”, he praised you for your obedience and you couldn’t help yourself but find comfort in his words.

Joel couldn't decide whether to cum on your pretty face or make you swallow his load. He liked to know you full of his cum.

One day he would get you pregnant, just to see you round and full of him. He wanted to watch you raise his children. After all, your place was right next to him—and a life in Jackson wouldn’t change that. He would make sure of that.

This damn place was full of soft little boys who all grew up in the comfort of a thick fence that kept danger far away from them. They wouldn’t know how to protect you. They were trying to get your attention, running after you like a bunch of dogs. Joel was sick of witnessing it and not being able to do anything about it but to play “overprotective-father”.

He was sick of pretending that you weren’t his bitch.

He would knock you up soon enough. He would make a little mommy out of you and ruin your pretty body for every men out there. He would tell Tommy and the others that a random boy got you pregnant, so that nobody would get suspicious of it.

Poor girl got herself pregnant and dumbed by a random boy at a party while drunk—sounded believable enough. Joel couldn’t let anyone find out that he was fucking his “adoptive daughter“—that would be a fucking scandal.

His brother’s bitch would definitely try to kick his ass out of Jackson and this time she would actually have a good reason to do so...

He tapped your flushed cheek, signalling you to open up for him. You did. You opened your mouth widely, bracing yourself on his thick hairy thighs. He put his cock back in your mouth, it belonged there. You closed your plump lips around him.

“Ya‘gonna take what I give you, alright?”, he mumbled and grabbed a fistful of your hair. You closed your eyes and nodded, knowing what that would mean; its going to be rough and unforgiving.

He pushed his cock deeper and deeper in your mouth, before hitting the barrier of your throat.

You felt so good to him. He let his head fall back, relishing the moment.

You gagged, your eyes sprung open. You looked up at the tall man with big painted eyes that only made him want to fuck you even harder.

He wore nothing but a white undershirt. His broad shoulders and strong arms looked even more intimidating from this perspective. He was so handsome.

You wanted to make him proud.

So you braved yourself mentally, dedicated to not give him a hard time. He started to fuck your throat like it was your cunt, picking up on speed and force. Pushing himself down your throat making you gag and spasm under his hold.

All you could focus on was to not bite him even though every cell in your body was screaming at you to do exactly that. You couldn’t though. Your punishment would be way, way worse than getting used by him like this and he would most certainly not let you go to your friends birthday party tonight…

“Such a pretty fucking slut.”, he hissed, searching after his release that was seemingly hidden somewhere deep down your throat. Thankfully, it didn’t took him a lot of digging to find what he was looking for…

He exploded inside you mouth in such an absurd intensity that his cum leaked down from your nostrils, making you cough and choke around him. He was holding you in place tightly, watching your struggles intensely. Breathing heavy, strong chest falling up and down.

For what felt like minutes to you, there was absolutely no way for you to get fresh air into your system. His cum was blocking your airwaves. This had never happened before.

You were panicking. He wasn’t letting you go.

You just looked too pretty like this.

Eventually though, he let go of you with an animalistic growl, pushing you away from him. Your head hit the wall and you started to cry from what just had happened. Totally overwhelmed.

Like so often, you felt like a used napkin. Trash.

You crawled over to his legs and hugged him, trying to comfort yourself. “I-I c-couldn’t b-breathe.”, you hiccuped and looked up at him.

He was still trying to come down from his high.

„Walking around all day long in that skimpy little skirt, what did you expect would happen?“, he panted. “Told you many times not to dress like a whore.”

“M’sorry.”, you sniffed and whipped your tears away.

He made you let go of him and you immediately felt lost. „M’gonna take a shower now, girl. Wanna join?”

You wished. Joel wasn’t a softy, little things like asking you if you want to take a shower with him were the most he could do.

You shook your head. „I can’t…I’ll be running late to Anna’s birthday party.“

Joel was about to walk upstairs but stopped in his tracks. „Birthday party.“, he repeated like it was a curse-word.

„I-I told you last week.“, you reminded him. „You said yes, dad.“

How many fucking friends do you fucking have? Being invited to some kind of party every other night…

Joel was sick of it. Sick of Jackson. Your place was wherever he was and not at some random parties, or hangouts.

„Did I?“

„Yes.“, you said, truthfully.

„Mh.“, he looked over at you. You were still sitting on the floor in your tight little skirt. Spit and cum drooling down your face. Mascara running down your cheeks and half of your cherry lipstick—that he had gotten for you on his last hunt for supplies—smeared on his cock.

You did good—and good girls get rewards. His own rule. That was their system. That was how Joel got you where you were; confused, obedient and submissive.

He couldn’t let a life in Jackson ruin that. But you did a good job today and therefore you deserved a reward.

Good girls get rewards. Bad girls get punished.

„You remember the rules, girl?, he asked sternly.

„I’ll be home at 9. No entertaining boys. No drugs.“, you repeated like a mantra.

„Which one of them sluts was Anna again?“, he frowned. He could never put a face to the names of your friends, even though a lot of them would spend a lot of time over at their house throwing heart eyes at Joel.

„The one with the black hair and nose piercing.“, you said. “She’s not a slut, dad.”

“Mh.”, he just made and started to walk up the stairs. “If ya ass ain’t home at 9, me and my gun are coming to pick you up.”

“I won’t be late.”, you said, smiling. “Big promise.”

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You whipped your face clean from Joel’s mess and tried your best to make yourself look presentable again. This was a special night after all…

You changed into a new shirt and applied another cover of lipgloss onto your lips.

You wanted to look your best for him…

It was a dangerous game you were playing—a deadly game even—but it was all too exciting.

Dean Winchester liked you. Really liked you.

He liked you so much that he wasn’t afraid to secretly meet up with Joel fucking Millers girl, risking to be caught. Risking to basically die.

Joel had a reputation in Jackson. Everyone knew about him and what he was capable of.

You had told Dean many times that if he wants to see you, it has to be discreet. Nobody could know about him and you, ever. You had told him that their relationship—no matter what kind of relationship—would mean danger.

For both of you.

Joel would kill Dean in a heartbeat, not even give it a second thought. However the things he would do to you would be much worse, because you had to deal with his outrage and anger for the rest of your life. He would probably start to tie you up again—he used to do that at the beginning, where he couldn’t be sure that you wouldn’t try to run away from him.

You didn’t want to go back to that stage of your relationship with Joel. You didn’t want to be tied up to trees, heaters or posts again. You didn’t want him to walk you around on a tight leash again.

“I don’t know if we should see each other again, Dean...”, you whispered.

You weren’t sure if Dean was worth the risk. You didn’t even like Dean that much…You just liked to have the attention that Joel didn’t give you.

It wouldn’t be fair for Dean to get killed just because you were bored…

“Your old man won’t find out, babe.”, Dean said, knowing what you where getting at. He kept on kissing your neck and kneading your tit from under your shirt.

You were at the stables. It was your little hideout. Nobody would be able to find you here.

“But what if he does?”, you asked, voice full of worry. “What then?”

You already knew the answer.

Dean sighed and let go of you.

“He’s not the only one who had to survive out there for a long period of time.”, Dean said, now sounding annoyed. “He thinks of himself as tough, but guess what? So am I. I was part of a Raider-gang. Clickers and runners were the least of my problems. I had to showcase strength and dominance every day in order to not get fucked with. It was like living in a cage full of starving dogs. I know people like Joel and I know how to deal with them-“

Dean saw your big fearful eyes, hanging onto every word that left his mouth. He decided to better shut the fuck up before drying you out too much.

“Babe, don’t worry.”, he softened his voice again. “You are too pretty for that.”

He started to stroke your bare leg, making your skin prickle.

“C’mon let me make you feel real good, ya?”, he whispered in your ear before placing kisses all over your neck. He let his hand vanish under your top again, playing with your nipples. He was a good kisser and as you found out, you really liked being kissed on the neck. He made your eyes roll back.

Joel never kissed you like this. He never kissed you ever.

Dean’s lips eventually found yours, his tongue immediately entering your mouth, dominating your tongue. His hand wandered downside, finding his way between your legs. You jumped a little at the contact.

“You are not wearing panties.”, he realised and couldn’t believe his luck. He smirked into your mouth.

You blushed. Joel always liked it more when you didn’t wear any underwear around the house, so you figured Dean would like it, too. You could find a lot of similarities between them actually. Dean wasn’t like the other boys in Jackson, he was older and more experienced. Maybe you picked him because he was so much like Joel?

Dean was good with guns, good in killing clickers and a survivor. That’s why he got a position as a hunter—just like Joel.

“God, you are such a little tease, babe.”, he said and carefully slipped his finger inside you. You were wet since Joel had face-fucked you and you got nothing in return. Maybe Dean would give you the sweet-release you so desperately wanted. His hands were as skilled has his tongue. He fingered you in such a manner that you were surprised to actually feel your orgasm forming.

“Can you…can you keep kissing my neck, dean?”, you managed to get out without sounding too pathetic. It just felt soo good and it would help you cum.

He liked his name on your tongue like that.

“‘Course, babe.”, he whispered and started to kiss your neck again.

“And-and can you…can you call me…a slut?”, you whispered.

He stopped doing what he was doing.

Was that weird to ask?

You didn’t know. It was certainly normal for Joel to call you that.

You opened your eyes and blushed.

“What?”, he asked, confusion written all over his face.

“Never mind.”, you murmured in shame. You closed your legs and straightened your skirt.

You felt dumb.

“Wait, wait, wait.“ Dean said, not liking what you were doing. “You want me to call you…a slut?”

You nodded, face turning red. There was no point in denying it. Although you thought about acting like that was not what you said.

“That’s whatcha like to hear? You like being degraded like that?”

Joel always called you mean names like that when he was fucking you. At the beginning you didn’t really like it. It was hurtful to be called such nasty names all the time when you already felt bad about what was going on. It made you cry and you asked him to not call you that. You didn’t know what shifted inside you, but at one point you started to like it. It felt like a compliment to you. The only kind of compliments Joel was willing to dish out to you. You liked to be Joel’s slut and you wanted to be Deans too.

“Yes, it’s…it’s hot.”, you simply said.

Dean smiled at you in awe. “Damn, you really are a bombshell trough and through...”

Of course he would call you a slut. Dean was holding back anyways. This whole „boyfriend-act“ was knew to him too. He figured that the rules in Jackson were different than what he was used to outside. The only rule he knew was „take what you want, or someone else will“

However he was not with the raiders anymore. He couldn’t just take you from your father. He needed to make you fall in love with him first and soon he would’ve a cunt to warm his cock again. Dean liked a challenge anyways.

And you definitely were the biggest challenge in town.

“You should work on your compliments, son.”, a voice suddenly appeared from behind.

You jumped up from your spot and turned around. All colour left your face when you came face to face with…

“Uncle Tommy…”, you gulped, nearly choking on your own words. “What-what are you doing here?”

Tommy was standing there, hands casually tucked inside his jacket. A cigarette hanging from his lips.

How long was he standing there?

How much of your conversation did he witnessed?

Oh how embarrassing.

“Hi, sweetheart.”, he said to you and smiled, cigarette dangling between his lips. “Oh, well you know, I like to watch the horses while I smoke.”

He pointed at the stables behind him with his thump.

Oh this was the beginning of the end of your life.

Dean who was still casually sitting on the bench, one foot dangling over his leg and arms outstretched, looked over his shoulder to Tommy and greeted: “Mr Miller. Nice to meet you.”

Judging Deans very relaxed body language and the lack of horror in his face, you couldn’t tell if he realised how bad the situation was for him—and you.

“Nice to see’ya too.”, Tommy replied.

There was a tension building pause between all of you. Tommy was the one breaking the silence.

“You should go home now, son. I put’ya on patrol together with Joel tomorrow morning.”

“Yes, I’ve seen the protocols.”, Dean nodded and rose up from the bench to his full height.

“You will definitely need to be well-rested, is what I’m sayin.“, the threat in Tommys sentence was hidden but there.

Dean nodded, in amusement and understanding.

Your worried eyes wandered back and forth between the men. You were close to hyperventilating.

“Yes, it’s late.”, you awkwardly said in hopes to debunk the situation. “I’m tired too.”

Another heavy pause placed itself onto everyone. You looked up at Dean, non-verbally telling him to please play along and just go home. That it wasn’t worth it. He looked down at you and winked, before tuning his attention back to Tommy.

“Good night, babe.”, he said while looking at the older man, provocatively.

Tommy kept his cool. He wasn’t impressed by Dean at all and he most certainly wouldn’t let him ruin this promising night.

“Mr Miller.”, he eventually said and walked away, leaving you alone with Tommy.

Tommy watched Dean wander away. He scoffed and shook his head in amusement. He took one last drag from his cigarette before throwing it to the ground. “What a charmer.”, he murmured more to himself than to you.

He walked around the bench and took a seat, grunting. “If it was up to me,”, he started, “I wouldn’t let that prick anywhere near a gun, but you know, Joel was quite pleased with the way the boy handled himself out there. Skilled. The kid has experience, many people in Jackson don’t.”

You didn’t hear a thing Tommy just said. You heart was beating too loud and too fast, you feared to suffer a heart attack.

“Uncle Tommy, I-I’m…please don’t tell Joel.”, you begged. There was nothing but worry in your eyes.

“Sweetheart, relax.”, he laughed. “I was young once too. You don’t even wanna know what bullshit I pulled behind my parents backs…”

You cracked a little smile at that.

“And, believe me, ya don’t want me to tell you about Joel’s business when he was your age…”

That made you giggle. You couldn’t even picture Joel as a young man.

“Ah, you’re smiling again.”, Tommy pointed at your face proudly. “I like to see that. C’mon sit down next to me.”

“I should go home, uncle Tommy. I have to be home at 9 or else…”

He looked at his wristwatch. “Got planty of time then.”

He was right. You still got half an hour. You nodded and placed yourself next to Tommy.

You met Tommy for the first time here in Jackson. Joel had told you a lot about him during your journey. You warmed up to Tommy almost immediately. At first you were a little sceptical about the man, he looked a lot like Joel. However he was nothing like him—Well, maybe only a tiny-little bit. According to Joel’s many stories, Tommy was pretty badass too. „We used to be a duo“, Joel had told you.

Tommy was definitely more charismatic though. Everyone in Jackson liked him. He was warm and welcoming towards you, immediately accepting you as part of their family.

“You will not tell Joel?”, you asked again, just to make sure.

“Nah.”, Tommy shook his head. “M’sorry for ruining your little date, sweetheart.”

You smiled. “It’s ok, uncle Tommy. I’m not mad at you.”

He smiled. “That’s nice to hear.”

He paused for a second before speaking again:

“As your uncle though…I feel like I have to give you the speech.”

“The speech?”, you repeated, not knowing what ‘the speech’ was.

“Yea, the speech.”, Tommy sighed. “He’s your first boyfriend, right?”

You looked at Tommy, unsure what to answer. Dean wasn’t your boyfriend yet—and he probably never would be. Joel was. Was he? No he was your dad.

“Guys like Dean…they mean trouble for girls like you. Gonna take a bite out of your heart before spitting it back out. Ya understand?”

“I…I don’t think so, uncle Tommy…”, you truthfully said.

Tommy leaned back and looked up at the night-sky, thinking of the right words. He turned his attention back at you. “M’tryin to say is, you are a pretty girl. That’s all guys like Dean care about. You give him a bit of yourself and he will expect more and more, until you’re left with nothin more to give. That’s when he gets bored of you and leaves.”

Your eyes widened at Tommys cryptic message. What he was trying to say is “if you let him fuck you, he will not be interested in you any more”—but that would be to harsh for you to hear.

You couldn’t help yourself but think…Will Joel get bored of me too?

You kept quiet, biting your lip. Not sure what to say.

“Maybe I should tell my brother about this, about Dean...”, he suddenly said and making every alarm bell inside your head ring. “That Dean kid is bad blood. Joel should scare him a little, make him understand that he shouldn’t break ya heart.”

You grabbed his arm and frantically shook your head. “No, no, no! Uncle Tommy, please don’t! Joel will kill him.”

“Sounds just about right to me .”, he chuckled.

“No, you don’t understand. He will also punish me. I’m not allowed to see boys. He thinks I’m at Anna’s birthday party. He will be very, very angry with me. I don’t want him to be angry with me. Please you don’t understand, uncle Tommy.”

Tommy was studying your reaction closely. Oh he did understand.

“You really don’t want me to tell him?”, he asked, playing dumb.

“Yes, please don’t. I’ll do anything.”, you nodded. “I’ll bake you the carrot cake you like so much!”

“What if I want something else?”, he asked voice suddenly lower, his eyes darker.

He sounded much more like Joel now.

You frowned, not understanding. “You want me to bake you another cake?”

“Close. I do want something sweet from you.”

“Something sweet?”, you repeated still confused about what exactly he wanted “Like…chocolate?”

“Ya can’t be this dumb, sweetheart...”, Tommy chuckled.

You opened your mouth, but closed it immediately.

Dumb?

Tommy never called you dumb before.

“…Or should I say ‘slut’?”

That answered the question you had earlier; he did indeed heard everything you said to Dean…

You wished to drop dead on the spot, feeling utterly embarrassed.

You seriously didn’t know what to say. You just looked down and swallowed the wave of emotions down that were otherwise going to burst out of you in form of a mental breakdown.

“I’ll go home now.”, you whispered, when you found your strength to speak again. You stayed seated though, not making the move to stand up and go, as if you were waiting for Tommys permission—Something told you that he wouldn’t let you off the hook this easy.

He nodded and made a clicking sound with his tongue.

“I’ll bring you home…after you’ve convinced me not to tell Joel about the fact that his girl begs strange guys to treat her like a common whore. Wonder how he will take that...”

Tommys soft tone didn’t fit his vile words.

You could feel yourself shutting down—this happened a lot at the early stages of being with Joel, after he had brutally killed your father in front of your eyes and forced you to be with him, to act like everything was totally fine. You stared into the void, not willing to acknowledge the level of betrayal you were experiencing right now. He was blackmailing you.

You liked Tommy.

He was one of the good guys.

Tommy looked at you intensely, analysing your soft features. There was a war going on inside your confused little head, he could see.

He had always wondered how you still look this stunning during the end of times while everyone else’s looked like they been through the gutter. Even on the day you and Joel arrived at Jackson for the first time after a year of living in the wilderness that was now the whole country—you still looked like an angel. Joel did a good job of taking care of you, Tommy had to admit.

Tommy admired your devotion towards his older brother. The way you would look up at him, as if he was your god. Always searching for his approval, his affection, his permission. Joel was a cold bastard, leaving you empty and starved.

Or maybe he was just smart really, since you couldn’t get enough of him no matter what.

And when Joel introduced you to him that day, your pretty eyes lit up with excitement. Uncle Tommy, you called him, even though you were not the same blood. You called him that out of respect for Joel.

Tommy wasn’t stupid. He could see right through Joel’s facade of protective-father. Tommy was his brother after all. He could tell that Joel’s liking in you wasn’t of…innocent nature. Quite the opposite. It was much, much darker. He always knew. Your dynamics always seemed a little off to him. Joel hadn’t even looked at another women since he was in Jackson—he had no need to. He had you.

Tommys suspicion was confirmed when one day he saw Joel touching your ass. It was a few month ago at Christmas dinner. You were standing in front of the sink—washing dishes like the little slave you were for Joel—when suddenly he walked up to you, seemingly to bring you more plates to wash, when his hand grabbed a fistful of your soft ass, so tight his knuckles turned white—and you didn’t objected.

At first Tommy was angry. Disgusted even. Joel was like your fucking father. You called him “dad”, for fucks sake. It was disgusting, vile and wrong.

But then Tommy felt stupid for not putting one and one together much earlier. Why else would a guy like Joel take care of a girl that wasn’t even his own blood? What did he get out from feeding another mouth? What was his merit? What could a girl like you possibly give to a man like him that he wasn’t able to get for himself?

The answer was so obvious.

Tommy heaved himself up from the bench and let his eyes wander over the era, looking out for potential witnesses…

“Ya’got two options, sweetheart.”, he started. “First option; we go home and I tell my brother what just happened between you and Mr Bombshell. The kid will die most likely tomorrow on patrol and Joel will not let you out if his eyesight for the rest of your life. Second option…”

He looked down at your bare legs and licked his lips.

“You stand up, turn around and bend over…”

He paused for a second. “S’up to you.”

„Second.“, you whispered, you didn’t even need time to think about your answer—not that you where thinking anything at all right now. Your mind was blank.

There was nothing that Tommy could do to you, that Joel hadn’t already done. You feared Joel more. The answer was easy. Second option.

You hadn’t even realised that you got up, turned around and bend over. Holding onto the back of the bench tightly.

It was only when you felt Tommy lift your skirt up and your bottom was exposed to the cold night and Tommys hungry stare that you realised that there was no turning back.

You couldn’t see what Tommy was doing behind you, and a part of you was thankful for that; at least you didn’t have to look him in the eyes.

Tommy pulled his cock out. He was hard the second he heard you beg Dean to call you a slut. He gave himself a few pumps and then lined his cock up with your entrance. He wasted no time, immediately ramming all of him inside your juicy cunt.

Dean had worked you up good for him.

The invasion was sudden and forceful. You whined and your knees buckled. You clenched your teeth together.

Tommy started to fuck you the second he was in, leaving your body no time to adjust to his length. He was fucking your hard and fast. He was holding onto your petite shoulders tightly, hurting your flesh and bringing your body down to his in a forceful manner.

The sound of clapping skin was loud and sinful. It sounded so wrong in your ears. And it only got worse when Tommy started to grunt like an animal.

„Shit, girl. Never fucked a cunt as tight as yours.“, he hissed. „Fuck.“

You started to cry. Not because you were in pain, but because you were about to cum…

„Stop please.“, you cried. You didn’t want to cum. Not for Tommy. You didn’t want him to think you enjoyed his assault.

“Your body is betraying you. You like it.”, you remember Joel say to you the first time he took you against your will.

This isn’t normal. I’m not normal. I’m sick. I’m a sick girl.

You started to cry even harder, or were you moaning?It was a mixture of both and it was pathetic. Your were so close. You cunt got even tighter around Tommy. He could feel it.

“You wanna cum little slut?”, he laughed, a nasty dirty laugh. He gave your ass a hard slap.

“No!”, you cried out. “Please stop!”

It wasn’t your fault. You were wet since Joel had fucked your throat earlier today and left you on the ground sexually frustrated. Then there was Dean who had spend minutes fingering you while kissing your neck. It wasn’t because of Tommy.

It’s not because of Tommy.

It’s not because of Tommy.

It’s not because of Tommy.

The more you tried to work against it, the pressure inside you only intensified. You couldn’t hold it out any longer.

You came.

You came around his cock.

First your legs started to shake—it was like a wave—then your whole body. Your thoughts were completely flushed away. Your were biting your lip so hard that you could taste blood on your tongue.

“That’s my girl.”, Tommy praised and kept fucking you hard. “God, you are so hot, sweetheart. I see why Joel keeps you around.”

After you came down from your orgasm you were basically jelly. Without Tommy holding you in place you would be panting on the ground by now. He kept ramming his cock inside you a few more times before pulling out.

He turned you around and manhandled you on your knees.

“Hold your palms out, bitch. C’mon.”, he barked and grabbed your wrist and yanked them up.

You put your palms together and held them up.

He frantically stroked his cock while grunting and growling like a wolf before finally releasing himself inside your hands.

A poodle of your uncles warm, sticky, hot cum could now be found inside your shaking hands. You didn’t dare to drop it. You didn’t move, holding your palms up as if his cum was holy.

The tears had dried on your face. You looked up at Tommy, waiting for him to finally end your suffering.

You wanted to run home.

He put his cock back inside his jeans and pulled out a cigarette. Exhausted.

“Eat it.”, he said and pointed his cigarette at his cum.

He wanted to see how far he could go with you. He wanted to know how well his brother had trained you.

“C’mon, eat it up.”, he repeated when he saw your confused face.

You hesitantly brought your shaking hands closer to your lips. If you had anything in your stomach right now, you would’ve puked it all out. You carefully took a small lick from his cum and cringed a little. It was salty. But soon you found the taste to be familiar. It tasted like Joel’s.

“Be careful not to drop anythin. We don’t want Joel to find cum on you, do we? He might think it belongs to Dean…”

You shook your head and carefully licked your palms clean. Eating your uncles cum.

Tommy watched you intensely. You looked like a little kitten drinking her milk. He was already hard again. He would definitely think about this image of you when he would fuck his wife later tonight.

“Good job, sweetheart.”, he praised you. “Now C’mon. Let’s get’ya home. And you better thing about an excuse why you look like someone had fucked you silly…we don’t want Joel to get suspicious.”

He pointed at you puffy red eyes and ran down mascara.

He helped you up from the ground and you silently followed him home.

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[miniwheat77]

Training. (141 x Reader.)

(This is pt. 2 to Ice Bath.)

!CW! NSFW, implied smut, 141 manhandling reader, oblivious reader, BLURB THIS IS SHORT TOO.

A request helped me decide what I’d put into part 2. You can find that here.

After that night in the mess hall, after the crew watched the little show you’d put on, they did everything they could to make you whimper like that. Just so that they could hear it again. Soap started trying to startle you, poking at your sides so you’d release little gasps, but that’s all they ever really got out of you, were just gasps. They wanted to hear what noises you had made, but the more ice baths you took, the better you were at controlling yourself.

It wasn’t anyone’s idea in particular. Just an average day of sparring with each other, working on your hand to hand combat just in case. Since you weren’t nearly as bulky or big as the rest of the task force, you always got overpowered. But you always surprised them at the fight you always put up. You started with Gaz at first, and did pretty well. But as you sparred against more of them, your body started getting tired, and by the time you were fighting Soap, you were sweating. You let out a whimper when he drops you to the ground a little harder than he intends, and he freezes up, glancing around at the other guys.

He’s just found a way to hear you again. “Ah! Soap-“ you pant. “I’m tapping.” You gasp, trying to pull away as he pins you to the ground, pressing a little hard on your lower stomach with his knee. “Oh Cmon, you’ve got more of a fight in you than that.” He rolls his eyes. You’re panting, letting out groans and gasps as you try to fight him off, face turning red in frustration. “No- ah! Soap!” You shove him back. He finally takes a step back and that’s when the rest of them step forward, looking at you lying on the ground. Panting, covering your face with your hands. Beat red skin and sweat covering you. “Come on, next exercise.” Captain Price says. “What?” You ask. “You’re going to try to take all of us.” He smiles. “What? How is that fair?” You ask. “It’s not about being fair, Sergeant. It’s about what you can handle. What if you get cornered by a bunch of terrorists and nobody is near you? You need to be able to fend them off for long enough until help comes.” He explains. You nod your head. “Okay- fine.” You breath. Taking in a deep breath to steady your racing heart.

Staring down 4 of the biggest men you’ve crossed paths with, having to fight them. They all stand there, Gaz with a grin on his face. Like you’re a piece of meat dangling from a hook. Gaz closes the distance first, and you do pretty good fighting back against him, until you start to get tired of course. As soon as he steps back, Captain Price takes his place. He goes a little easier on you than the others, but Ghost doesn’t. The moment there’s enough distance for him to step in, he’s folding you up and slamming you on the ground. You cry out, moaning as you try to wiggle your way out of his grasp. He pushes your knees up against your stomach, holding you in that position as you struggled to breath. “Ah! I’m tapping!” You pant. “Sweetheart, Soap hasn’t even tapped in yet.” Ghost taunts. You’re frustrated with Ghost and the way he’s holding you, tears pricking your eyes as you continue trying to squirm out of his grasp. They notice how frustrated you are, and it only eggs them on further. Soap rolls you over until you’re on your stomach, pulling one of your arms behind you. “Soap-“ you moan out. “I said I was tapping.” You cry, moaning into the floor mat.

“Call me Daddy and I’ll let go.” He smirks. “Fuck you MacTavish.” You wrap a leg around his foot, sweeping him off his feet and climbing on top of him, trying to pin him down. You’re breathing heavily, and Soap lets you overpower him for a very short time before rolling over on top of you, pinning your arms above your head, Gaz jumping in to pin your legs to the ground.

You lay there, completely at their mercy. Panting. Your chest is heaving, still sweaty. “Fuck-“ you moan out. “I need to work out more.” You laugh. “Least in combat I’ll have a knife or gun to even out the playing field.” Your chest rising with each rigid intake of breath, eyes shut tightly, lips parted slightly. Each of them are rock hard in their pants, imagining that this is how you have to look after taking all of them.

And not in a fight.

[riboism]

ungodly hour

pairing: j.yh x (f) reader content: pool sex, established relationship, valentine’s day, public sex, manhandling, dirty talk wc: 900

a/n: I think about that yunho dubai poolside pic maybe 2-3 times a day

“Yunho.”

He only hummed into your lips, having no intention of breaking away from the kiss just yet, no matter how much you whined. It was Valentine’s Day weekend, and Yunho surprised you with a trip to a couple’s retreat in the city. The hotel you were staying at has a pool, and your boyfriend begged you at the odd hour of midnight to come down and join him for a swim.

It was innocent at first, until a game of tag led you to be pushed up against the edge of the pool while Yunho locked his lips with you from above and teased you with his bulge below the water. He had been rubbing fronts with you for a while now, and you could feel him growing as he did. You finally managed to break away from the kiss, gasping for air as you tried to warn your very excited boyfriend.

“Someone can walk in and see us!”

He clicked his tongue and pulled you closer to him by your waist. “Trust me, no one’s going to come in this late. Come on, it’ll be fun. Didn’t you say you wanted to spice things up a bit?” He winked.

Being busy and working adults, sex with Yunho had become pretty mundane and predictable, even with all the manhandling. You suggested spicing things up and trying new things this weekend, but public sex wasn’t necessarily on your list. “I don’t know…”

Yunho’s lips trailed down to your chin before he made it to the sweet spot between your neck and shoulder. His fingers toyed with your swim top’s strap, slowly pulling it down from your shoulder. “Please baby. Need you right now.” He mumbled into your skin. He was rock hard now, mindlessly rutting his thick bulge over your clothed clit. He was so far gone that it would require a lot of work to get him off you, but if you were being honest with yourself, you didn’t want to stop just yet. Feeling his cock tease you like this only made you want him more, and you weren’t sure if you’d be able to wait until you made it back to your rooms to continue.

Reaching down into the water, you undid the knot on his swimming trunks while Yunho looked down at you with a boyish grin. He loved the pained look on your face and was completely smitten over the fact that you wanted him as badly as he wanted you right now. Trying to pull his trunks down was more difficult under water, and you looked at him with desperate and pleading eyes when he didn’t bother helping you out. “Yunho,” you cried in frustration “hurry.”

With haste, Yunho pulled his trunks down just enough to release himself. He lifted you up from the back of your thighs and you immediately locked your legs around his waist. He pulled your panties to the side and began lining his leaky tip up with your entrance, forcing a small gasp out of your lips when you felt him rubbing against your achy core. “Fuck, gonna take me right here right now, baby?” He teased.

The stretch is usually a little painful because of Yunho’s size, but the pool water helped ease you onto him better. It was too slippery for you to move, so you wrapped your arms over his neck and held on the best you could while he grabbed onto your waist and moved you up and down his length to his own pace. Sometimes, you let him choose the pace, allowing him to use your body at his will. Afterwards, he’d kiss the bruises he left from his tight grasp on your waist.

It was hard to keep quiet with the way Yunho dragged you over his cock, his hard tip reaching so deep inside you. If anyone was around, they’d definitely know what you two were up to. Yunho adored how vocal you can get, but he also didn’t want to get kicked out of the hotel in the middle of the night.

“Gotta do something about those pretty little moans baby.” He said, before dismantling you from him. His hands took authority over you, guiding you to turn around so you were sandwiched between him and the edge of the pool, your back pressed against his chest. You knew what he wanted to do next, but you let him pull your hips closer to him before he rammed into you from behind. Yunho caught your moans with his palm, his long fingers squeezing your cheeks as he did so. “Have to stay quiet, baby. Fuck, you feel so good.” He whispered into your ear. “Tiny little pussy taking my cock like this…gonna take all my cum too?”

You let out a muffled yes into his hand, earning you a chuckle from Yunho. “That’s my girl.”

The sound of your skin slapping together got more and more delayed, a sign that he was close. You dipped your hand under the water to work your way up to your own high, but Yunho already beat you to it. His fingers glided over your clit perfectly, giving you the perfect amount of pressure before you two finally reached your peaks.

Your walls clenched around him, squeezing out every last drop of his essence. His head fell into the crook of your neck, and you kissed his head softly as he calmed down.

“We have to do this again.” He panted.

You giggled at his enthusiasm. “Absolutely not.”

🎧 ungodly hour- chloë x halle

[active-mind-15]

I've got some more chronic Akashi brainrot for y'all...

I had re-watched parts of Last Game not too long and I remember the scene after Team Vorpal Swords won when Riko's dad bought a bunch of snacks and drinks for everyone to celebrate. While eating, Midorima asked Akashi (referring to the haphazard way snacks were spread across the table), "Are you sure you're okay with something so sloppy, Akashi?" And Akashi looked at him and said, "What are you talking about? We used to sit around and celebrate like this in middle school all the time."

It really stuck in my head for a reason I kinda mentioned the other day, when I was talking about Akashi's dynamic with Hayama. I won't explain that entire post, but I was mainly discussing how Hayama is touchy with Akashi but Akashi never minds, and the last sentence of my post regarding that was, "Akashi seems to be very unfazed whenever he's manhandled by his Rakuzan teammates which shows that he was never really that uptight about people touching him to begin with and people just assumed he was". This brings me to the main topic of this post: Akashi Seijuro and the assumptions the KNB cast has about his personality.

As I love to point out on this godforsaken app, Akashi has been done dirty by every adult in his life with the exception of his mother. So much of what went wrong in his 3rd year at Teiko was due to high expectations and the idea that Akashi was not allowed to be anything less than perfect at whatever he did, but at the root of all of this are assumptions.

False assumptions that he was able to handle such a heavy workload. False assumptions that he was ready to be captain in his second year. False assumptions that he was coping with stress well. False assumptions that he wasn't already cracking before he even enrolled in Teiko. He was let down so many times by so many people because people assumed he was okay when he wasn't and hadn't been for YEARS.

And I think it's a big reason as to how and why the rest of the Teiko gang unintentionally isolated Akashi back in middle school. They put Akashi on a pedestal and assumed that there was some sort of invisible barrier between him and the rest of the team. In the same way when, during Last Game, Midorima assumed Akashi would stick his nose up at... eating chips and drinking juice with the homies... everyone has this idea that Akashi is more haughty than he actually is? Akashi isn't haughty at all. In fact, the Replace Plus Chapters highlight the fact that he's the complete opposite. This boy saved a baby in one chapter, and as the mother of the baby profusely thanks him, he says "Anyone could have done that." As if he didn't showcase superhuman reaction time and reflexes by pulling a baby out of a runaway stroller coming down a hill at high speed right before the stroller was obliterated by an oncoming truck. 💀

These assumptions make even less sense when Akashi has already shown people how much he doesn't want to be put on a pedestal. Again, back to the scene in Last Game, Midorima assumed Akashi wouldn't be down for the "sloppy" afterparty, but Akashi had to remind Midorima that they'd already done things like that in middle school. Momoi has cute nicknames for every member of the Teiko gang except Akashi, who she refers to simply as "Akashi-kun". Maybe that was her assuming Akashi would never accept being called by a cute nickname. Never mind the fact that he already was being addressed as "Akashicchi" and "Aka-chin" by Kise and Murasakibara, respectively, and then later was being addressed as "Sei-chan" by Mibuchi. And you can't even argue that she didn't want to make Akashi uncomfortable, because Midorima has outwardly expressed before that he didn't wanna be called "Midorin" but Momoi just kept calling him that.

And don't get me wrong, I'm not saying they're shitty friends for doing this. I just think that there was a lack of communication within the Teiko gang, and in an attempt to respect what they assumed were Akashi's boundaries, they unintentionally excluded Akashi from activities that he would absolutely participate in if he had just been given the chance.

This post is long asf so I'll just conclude here, but one of my delusional headcanons for the Teiko gang post-Extra Game is that Akashi becomes more open with them about how he feels and also about wanting to be included in more of their activities, and so he finally gets to experience having a regular hangout with friends like a regular teenager. I just think he deserves that so bad after feeling alone for so many years.

[8myass]

.. egotistical .. pairing. jeong yoonoh/jaehyun x female reader genre. angst, smut (w some plot) pov. second person (you, yours, yourself, etc.) (‘y/n’ usage) synopsis. you were too cocky, so jaehyun decided to put an end to that superiority complex you seemed to illude. wc. 2.3k cw. yandere!jaehyun, brat taming dom!jaehyun, bratty sub!reader tw. cursing, name calling (‘bitch’, ‘idiot’, ‘trash’, ‘lowlife’, ‘whore’, ‘slut’), mentions stabbing, reader is such a bad person ngl, degradation (smutty terms and not so smutty terms), manhandling, slight strength kink, blood, pet names (‘honey’, ‘baby’), slapping, fingering, unprotected sex (wrap your meat fellas), dirty talk (js jae tbh), dacryphilia, nipple play, daddy kink, sucking on fingers, dumbification, breeding, biting, hickeys a/n. fifth work for jae’s birthday! omg i literally couldn’t stand writing the mc, but i love this and i think it turned out PHENOMENAL 🥳

You scoffed, rolling your eyes in the most condescending way possible, “Really? Were you dropped on the head as a baby? Are you really so stupid as to think I’d be able to fall in love with someone like… Well, like you?”

God, you made his blood BOIL. You were such a fucking bitch, he just wanted to smack you, smack some damn sense into your smartass. You were so conceited, it irked every bone in his body. This wouldn’t be the first time you’d said something like that to him, it wasn’t much different from anything else you’ve ever said to him, really. I mean, anything along the lines of “How could someone with as much to offer as me be with such a lowlife?” Or maybe even something like “You fucking idiot, are you seriously degrading me so much as to say I’m worthy of being with trash like you?” Sometimes it’d even be “Oh, so now you’re calling me ugly?”

You’d take his eagerness to be with you as an insult to yourself because he was nothing to you, not even near the level you were on. You were so great because you were rich, that’s fucking it. All your confidence and cockiness and ego built up over years, it was all because of the amount of green you had to your name. Fucking pathetic, that’s what that was.

Sure, he did love you. More than he can even put into words. But he loathed you all the same.

I mean, you insult him, call him names, bully him into some puny form of obedience like some trained mutt, you’re awful to him. He just loves your beauty, that’s all he can really say about you anymore because he hates that wretched personality of yours. Something’s gonna have to change about that if he’d ever want to see himself with you for the rest of his life again, without stabbing you fifteen times for one single comment.

“Why is it that you have to insult me all the time?” he finally spoke up, causing your laughter to echo through the halls as you strutted along, not paying much attention to his rageful gaze burning holes into the back of your head. 

“Are they really insults? Honey, I feel I’m just speaking facts here. You are a nobody to me, nothing but a mutt that I simply bend in whatever way I choose to,” you weren’t even phased by his question, heels clicking on the hardwood floor up until you stopped in front of your door, pulling your keys out to unlock it before spinning around to look at him with an all-too-amused expression. “Besides, I find it really difficult to fall in love with anyone other than myself because I’m so fucking amazing.”

You stepped into your place as soon as the door was opened, but you were unable to close it, a foot being trapped between the door and the doorframe.

“Get your damn foot out of the door, what the hell is wrong with you?” you snorted, but then his hand found contact with the door, shoving it open all the way so he could walk inside. You were easily shoved with the door because of your weak frame, your strength was nothing compared to his. You watched him with narrowed eyes as he shut the door behind him gently, turning to you with those same rage-filled eyes that he gave you earlier. “Why the fuck do you think it’s a good idea for you to be in my dorm? Do you not have any common decency?”

“For being such a rich bitch, I’m surprised you chose to stay in the dorms,” he muttered, taking a few steps toward you until he could easily place his hands on either side of your torso, holding you in place, even as you started squirming in protest, an expression of disgust displayed quickly over your features. He was so close to you now that he could smell that whorish perfume you always wore that you claimed was so expensive but you really just bought it at a corner shop, your hot breath warmed his chilled lips, the blush spreading across your cheeks at such an intimate interaction was fully available for him to see now that you were directly in front of him, in his grasp.

“Unhand me, dickhead,” you punched at his chest as soon as you realized squirming wasn’t getting you anywhere, but he just laughed. His laugh was deep, low, it sent chills down your spine, your fists hesitating their movements, and eyes meeting his piercing ones. In an instant, you were picked up, practically thrown over his shoulder. You were fighting; kicking and screaming for him to let you go, put you down, at least, but he didn’t listen one bit. You had wound up in your bedroom, thrown onto your bed in the midst of the chaos. But as soon as you attempted to stand up, you were quickly pinned back down, a pair of lips locking with yours.

You struggled under his hold, his tongue bickering with yours in such a callous way that made you whimper underneath his strong hold. Soon, it became too much for you, losing your breath, desperate to be freed from his unforgiving grasp, you bit hard onto his bottom lip. His grip on your wrists only tightened as his lips moved against yours rougher now, the taste of metallic seeped into your mouth, more whines and soft cries falling from you as his knees assisted in spreading your legs apart so he could press his clothed cock against your already soaked panties, grinding against you until your skirt was fully lifted up and he could feel the moisture seeping through his pants.

Finally, he pulled his lips away from yours to smirk down at you, your eyes fluttering shut as your lips had become swollen, coated with the crimson that you caused to escape his own lips. His eyes trailed down your body to catch sight of the patch of wetness you transferred onto his pants, mumbling, “So you like being treated like a little whore, is that it?”

“Don’t talk to me like that,” you snapped, eyes locked with his, only for a second because you weren’t able to watch the cockiness bubbling inside him. “I-I’m no whore.”

“You’re my whore, how’s that, baby?” he leaned down toward your ear, lips brushing against your lobe as he seductively whispered. You subconsciously tilted your head so he would have more access to your neck. One of his hands left its grip on your wrist to trace down the center of your stomach until his fingers were able to slip into your panties, two fingers quickly curling inside you. 

You let out a breathy gasp as your free hand grasped at his shirt, “N-no, Ja-Jae, please. St-stop it.”

“What’s the matter? You don’t like this?” he hummed, leaving gentle kisses along your jawline. “Or do you want more? Is that the problem?”

You shook your head, unable to deny his question with your words. Every time you tried to speak, the air was only met with another choked-out moan from you.

“Jae, pl-please, don’t wa-wanna cum like this,” you cried, finally managing out a jumbled-together sentence with the last sane fiber of your being.

“You want my dick instead? It’s okay, baby, just say it. Say you want me to fuck you like the whore that you are,” he chuckled, adding a third finger into your cunt as soon as you began clenching around the first two. “I’ll give you what you want if you just ask nicely.”

“N-no,” you squeezed your eyes shut tightly, shaking your head over and over again, your brain scattered. “F-fine, fine. I-I want your dick, Jae, pl-please, fuck me.”

“Good girl,” he praised, pulling his fingers out of you to fumble with his pants, shoving them off of him, shirt coming off next. You wanted to help him, but you had so much shame built up inside you that all you could do was keep your eyes shut, waiting for him to make the next move. Your face was brightly flushed red, lips pink and swollen, remnants of wet droplets rolling down your cheeks. 

He shoved your panties to the side, pushing his erect cock between your folds, hissing at the way your walls clung to him out of desperation. He had let go of your other wrist by now too, using that free hand to massage your boob from overtop your shirt as he slipped himself into your tight hole. You squealed as you covered your face with your small hands, which he allowed only until he had fully bottomed out, balls sloppily slapping against you as his pace was fast from the start. He grabbed your hands away from your face, pinning your wrists above your head with one hand as the other pinched at your nipples. 

You cried in pure pleasure, wincing from the level of bliss you were experiencing.

“Do you like this, bitch? Hm? Gonna admit that you like being treated like a whore yet? Gonna admit that you’re my whore yet?” he growled, smacking your cheek weakly, gripping your chin to force your head to the center, your eyes popping open to lock with his at the impact, which caused you to sniffle. “You’re letting such a lowlife, a loser, a piece of fucking garbage fuck you like a slut and you’re fucking loving every moment of it.”

“Don’ li-like,” you slurred, mind blurred and vision fuzzy as an overwhelming knot grew in your stomach. 

He smacked that same cheek again, a soft cry falling from your parted lips, “Why can’t you just fucking tell me the truth, huh? Why do you have to be so fucking difficult?!”

“I-I’m so-sorry!” you squealed, a train of tears rolled down your cheeks, the saltiness from them stinging the newly reddened hand marks on your face. “I-I love this! Yo-your slut, your wh-whore! I-I’ll be whatever you want, daddy!”

A smirk formed on his face the moment he heard your words, the same three fingers he had inside of you not too long ago slipping past your lips and all the way into your mouth, choking you only a little before you began sucking on them out of comfort as your moans vibrated his flesh, eyes rolling back, head dizzying, legs trembling more and more with every thrust he made into you.

“Try acting all high and mighty when you talk to me now,” he scoffed, moving his fingers in and out of your mouth slowly, gagging you each time he pressed them down the back of your throat. “Every time you do that shit, I’m just gonna have to remind you what a good cumslut you are for me and fuck you stupid, just like this.”

You whimpered against his rough movements, yet you really were loving every moment of it. You choked out some incoherent phrases against his fingers, but no one would even be able to understand you by this point, you were long gone, losing yourself in the pleasure you were feeling.

“Goddamn, I’m gonna cum so deep inside you that you’ll fucking bleed my seed,” he groaned, teeth making contact with the skin on your neck in rough bites and sucks. You shook your head as soon as you heard his words, the thought of him cumming in you was too much for you to handle. You tried to shake him off you, but your panicked attempts were met with a dark chuckle as his fingers exited your mouth. “Go ahead, speak.”

“N-not inside,” you whined, more tears streaming down your face, leaving behind paths of moisture on top of the dried tears.

“Nonsense,” he snapped, smacking your face as harshly as the last two time combined. You cried loudly, squirming aggressively under him, but his hips didn’t slow down for even a second. His thrusts might’ve gotten sloppier, but his movements, if anything, got faster. “You’ll take everything I fucking give you with absolutely no complaints, do you understand, whore? You will take all my fucking cum and you won’t waste a single drop.”

“Pl-please, no, no!” you cried, yet your body was opposing your protests, shaking in pure esctasy. Giving up, your next phrase moaned loudly was, “Shi-hit, fill me up, daddy! Need your cum in me right now! Need it all!”

“So demanding,” he purred, fingers rubbing circles around your sensitive bud as his mouth collided with yours. You cried against his lips, body convulsing violently underneath his strong body, head spinning. Soon, your warm cum soaked his cock, his own cum shooting out as strands inside you. He made sure he held you tightly in place with both hands gripping your hips to fuck his cum as deep as possible, head thrown back. Your own hands trailed along his perfectly toned abs out of curiosity, running along the bumps with a soft smirk falling over your beautifully curved up lips.

“Fuck,” he muttered, popping out of your cunt, leaving you clenching around nothing, missing his cock filling you up, feeling empty without him. He fell down onto the bed next to you, gazing over at your gorgeously glistening body, layers of sweat coating your delicate skin.

“We… had sex…” you shakily spoke out, too afraid to look over at him for even a second. You were ashamed of yourself and how you acted, and reacted, with him. 

“I ruined that cocky ego of yours, huh?” he chuckled, sitting up to look down at you exhausted figure, now being in your line of vision. 

You blinked repeatedly as you stared into his now cocky eyes, rolling yours, “You’re a douche, you know that?”

He laughed again, crawling back on top of you, causing your breath to quickly be caught in your throat, unable to spit out a reply to his disgustingly egotistical laugh.

“Oh, honey, I’ve only just started.”

[probablynothelaenaa]

Risky moves were happening in formula 1 and Charles didn’t like it one bit.

Now don’t get him wrong he was estatic about Lewis being his future teammate and he was also very proud of Carlos for having the strength to move on, but what he was disturbed about was how quickly the news of Lewis’s move got out.

He was disturbed at how the fans found out 8 hours before the teams put out their statements.

That made him think about his own secrets and how they could easily be uncovered by anyone, just like they did with Lewis.

What were his secrets?

Charles has signed a multi year deal with Ferrari.

That wasn’t the secret tough.

The secret was that he had also signed a pre-contract with Red Bull.

A pre-contract that stated ,once his contract with Ferrari was terminated he would have to sign with Red Bull.

Shocking , but what can he say.

A man can only lose so much and a certain dutchman was also very persuading…

Max wasn’t obviously the only reason he was joining Red Bull , but oh boy did he help.

And yes ,you heard him right ,his contact with Ferrari would be terminated.

He didn’t intend on staying with Ferrari for more then 3 years. This year , a year with Lewis and maybe one more just for shits and giggles.

Hell he was getting giddy just thinking about Red Bull and driving that rocket ship. He would never admit that to Max tough.

Speaking of Max , he was currently upstairs searching for something in what the two of them called the racing closet. They had devoted the smallest closet in their shared apartment to race suits and other gear.

Charles was sprawled out on the couch scrolling through instagram.

“Hey schatje?!”

“What?” he said not wanting to get up from his comfortable position.

“Come here for a bit!”

Charles got up with a sigh and walked to their shared bedroom where Max was yelling from.

He saw Max sitting on the edge of their bed with a Red Bull suit in hand and tilted his head in confusion.

“Come here.” Max smiled ushering him closer and Charles obliged, now standing in between Maxes legs and staring confused at him.

“Take your pants off.” Max said bluntly. Reaching for the suit.

Now closer to it, Charles could guess by the red stripe across the under arm and leg it was from 2019.

“I’m sorry ?” Charles asked taken aback.

Max looked at him and then repeated his words more slowly.

“Take your pants off.”

He grabbed the suit and unzipped it looking expectantly at Charles.

Charles took a step back and took his sweatpants off leaving his underwear on.

Max took the suit and held it up for Charles to put his legs through the leg holes.

“Max, what the fuck,?” Charles chuckled while putting one leg trough, then the other.

Max shushed him and lifted the rest of the suit up Charles’s legs reaching to his hips and grabbing the zipper, pulling it up a couple of inches before getting up and taking Charles shirt off.

Charles just sat like a doll and let Max undress him.

He was surprised at how well the suit fit him and realized how he was almost the same size as 2019 Max.

That made a shiver go down his spine.

Realizing how big Max was compared to him. How much more muscle he had.

Charles thought back briefly to all the times Max was able to manhandle him and lift him up like he was nothing.

If you looked at them side by side, they weren’t that different.

Max wove his hands trough the sleeves and zipped up the front of the suit buckling the velcro at the neck.

He sat back down with a sigh admiring his work.

He looked at Charles and smiled lovingly.

“ Why are you so stiff?” he asked giggling. He then twirled his finger.

“Do a spin for me.”

Charles spun around. When he looked at Max he saw nothing else but love and admiration.

If racing with ferarri for 3 more years didn’t kill him, being teammates with the most godly man on the planet would.

But nevertheless….

He looked at Max.

Max looked at him.

Charles’s secret would be fine.

Even if it wasn’t, he couldn’t give a shi.

[talxns]

omg omg omg pLEASE give us more wolfbat brudick ramblings that ask had me like 👀🥵😮‍💨

with pleasure! a lot of these ideas were shared between me and @ohcherry-art !! they are responsible for this idea in the first place ❤️🍒

shameless mindless brudick (wolfbat)-monsterfucking rambles under the cut

If WolfBat Bruce goes on a rampage, countless lives could be lost, and if, no, when, they figure out how to turn Bruce back to normal, the man would be devastated to learn of his destruction.

So the beast must be contained, or distracted, or subdued with the least amount of damage to others and Bruce himself as possible.

It’s really not a coincidence that Dick is the first to be there, to stake his responsibility over Bruce. If anyone could take care of Bruce in this state, it must be him.

When Dick hits the scene the Beast is on him in an instant. He would have smelled him coming, and raced to meet him. He’d chase him around, Dick being too quick and slippery to be caught unless he wanted to be. Dick would need to lead him somewhere more private, somewhere that Bruce couldn’t hurt anyone if they got too close.

He twists and twirls out of Bruce’s reach, and despite Bruce’s growls of frustration at always being a second too late, his tail is wagging back and forth.

Dick can’t keep jumping around forever, or the Beast might get tired of this impossible game and break away to wreak havoc. He finally approaches Bruce when he’s panting harder (as a wolf beast Bruce isn’t expending his energy nearly as efficiently as he usually would), Dick’s own hard breathing something strained. He calls to him softly, in question, and Bruce’s pointed ears twitch forward, head tilting slightly in recognition of the sound, but there is little understanding behind his fiery eyes.

Dick continues his slow approach and doesn’t flinch when Bruce takes the opportunity to lunge forward, snarling, teeth bared, but Dick isn’t afraid. The wolf nearly bowls him over, grabbing at his torso and pulling him against his muzzle to sniff him fervently, as if confirming that it truly is Dick (his sense of smell is much better than his vision!)

And then Bruce is sniffing him… everywhere. Manhandling to snuff around his hair, his neck, grinding his incisors against the heady skin, tongue coming out to lave wet streaks against his exposed jaw. And the air in the abandoned building Dick has led them to starts feeling heavier and stuffier, Bruce’s own scent so strong in this beastly form.

As the wolf is trying to tear Nightwing’s suit off his neck with his teeth, Dick realizes a better way to keep Bruce distracted until the others can find a cure or solution.

Dick would unlatch his own suit before the Beast starts trying to rip through it with his claws. Bruce would know how to take it off him with his eyes closed, but the wolfbat can’t seem to think past his need.

The instant the suit is off Dick’s neck, Bruce is shoving his nose right against his mark, huffing at it like he’s surprised to find it there at all. Dick would coo to him, petting his thick fur, like that’s right big boy, all yours.

It’s shocking how fast Bruce ends up tearing the rest of Dick’s suit off (Dick’s going to make him replace it if he lives through this), and Bruce easily rips the last tatters off his own hulking body.

To a witness, it would look too savage to survive and to be fair, if Dick didn’t have near meta levels of durability, he might not be able to.

Bruce is big. But wolfbat bruce is enormous.

He towers over Dick, one of his monstrous hands is the size of Dick’s torso, and one of his thighs is thicker than Dick’s waist.

He’s heavy, if he put his full weight on a regular person it would easily crack open a rib cage.

Wolf!Bruce completely covers Dick when he’s pinned him, and Dick isn’t afraid. Not even when Bruce’s hot and dripping breath fans across his shoulder, sharp teeth rubbing across his skin, as the impossibly large creature mounts him.

Dick is so devoted to Bruce that he has a sick sense of duty and pride in that he’s the one doing this for Bruce. He spreads his thighs for him. He invites him in.

Bruce can’t understand the words, but he understands through Dick’s tone of voice. He obeys when he hears Dick warn him, easy, easy… and reacts to every cry and whimper that leaves Dick’s lips, ears twitching.

And in the slow moments, when they are face to face, Dick can see Bruce in those eyes, lust tempered by the intimacy, and holds him close, as Bruce rumbles out what Dick knows are mournful apologies for his lack of control, like he knows deep down that he’s doing something not exactly right, and Dick would reassure him with his moans and caresses and praise (such a good mate), a hand on his muzzle, holding eye contact, telling him with his eyes that he knows Bruce is in there and that he loves him

Wolf!Bruce can’t help but be destructive, and Dick is left with many bruises and shallow bite marks, which are always lapped at when Bruce has a more cognizant moment. Bruce gets a fair share of his fur ripped out from strong clutching hands.

And yes, they do it in all manners of ways, because the beast is insatiable and wants Dick on his back, on his stomach, lying against him, under him, on him, just any new angle where he can nest in deep. (Bruce’s prefered position seems to be any one where he can drag his tongue up Dick’s throat when he knots him) And he delights in licking up Dick’s own release when it clings to his flesh.

Ugh and Bruce’s endurance would be the ultimate test of Dick’s limits. Dick would need to make Bruce pull out completely every couple rounds (much to Bruce’s growling protests) just to release some of the pressure inside of him. And somehow Bruce is just observant enough to notice that Dick stops ejaculating at some point, despite his back arching and shaking and twitching, but doesn’t understand why, so he tries licking at Dick’s member just to get kicked in the fat head because Dick can’t take the overstimulation.

And they make quite a mess, Dick is panting and flushed and sticky after every round, especially along his thighs, stomach, and backside, but Bruce obediently laps it up, and wraps himself around his shivering mate to keep him warm and protected in his bulk. snarling at anyone who would dare try to approach

[thithesandofferings]

  “Strength Training”

¶Pairing: Ichigo x Reader x White Ichigo:

¶Synopsis: Ichigo is known to be a little brass, but still very controlled. But sometimes, he just wants to let loose, he wants to see how far he can really go. Ichigo doesn’t know is own strength, but he’s very excited to experiment on you.

¶Tags: Overstimulation, Rough Sex, Biting, Marking, Overall Possessiveness, Mating Press, Hollow..sex?

Kinktober Masterlist

You know that Ichigo hasnt been around anyone weaker than you in a very very long time. And he doesnt mean to say that like its bad thing. Everyone around him is practically immortal.  Honestly, every time he talks about how "weak" you are, his get a tad darker. But its gone in a blink and you are confused if you even saw it. You even think you saw a tinge of yellow briefly. But you tried not to really think about it. 

But that was just poor foresight on your part. 

Because its so easy to forget how strong ichigo is. How he just..picks you up and softly manhandles you if you just happen to be in his way. Makes your thighs squeeze together so tightly when he picks you up by the waist and helps you grab that thing from the top shelf. He does it so often that he'll do it instinctively. Even around others. And will always have the audacity to blush and tell Renji to shut up when he teases him about it. 

One time you mentioned about your insecurity of maybe being heavy and the way Ichigo looks at you- as if you had insulted him, and says,

"I throw enemies 10 times the size of you with one hand, I doubt a few pounds will do anything to my physique" And you hope he doesnt catch the shiver trapping down your spine. 

What also makes it even worse is when his hollow comes around and snickers at you for it. Aiding in the torture that is ichigos strength. The hollow loves the thought of considering himself a Prince to you. Willing to carry you to the kitchen bridal style just so you can get a drink of water. You adore them both, and you dont mind getting carried, so you dont mind indulging them.

So when its movie night and midway you are lifted up into Ichigos lap, you think nothing of it. 

Until he starts kissing your neck and grinding up into you slowly. Making sure to grab your hips, with steady strong hands, strong enough to make sure you dont move. 

"You okay?" he whispers, its muttered fast, as if he's singularly being the only reason he's holding back. 

But you wouldnt mind if he did more. 

And so you that. And his grip becomes tighter 

Hands tugging and pulling a little too hard and youre a little struck surprised when squeezes your tits disrespectfully. He's usually so gentle, concentrating on you- always wanting you to come first. 

His hands are hot as he grabs on to rapidly moving downward until he pulls you closer, your back hitting his chest as he spreads your legs wider, hard enough to leave bruises. 

"Want more princess?" The gravel snickering makes you freeze. Huff out an astonished breath as a white hand close fully around your still clothed cunt. And the other gripping at your neck.  Cupping and squeezing as he waits for your surprise to abate. 

"I've seen how you look at me Princess, like you wanna see how someone like me can make you scream. And I can, beauty- you wont ever have to question it again." He squeezes your cheek and hes too eager and gripping too hard, but you moan regardless. The pain is divine. 

You have to try to sit up and clear your head while he's kissing down the back of your neck because 

"I-ichigo, what about-"

"You dont need to worry about King, he's right here- waiting. He's just decided that its about time to share his prize" The yellowed eyes and twisted mouth were definitely put upon in a pout. As if theyve been arguing about this for a while. 

"Think King just likes to tease me, making sure to call me every time you two fuck- to watch him slide his cock in you and not be able to touch you." You gasp as he wrestles you and flips you underneathe him. Its so easy for him to use his brute strength. Crowding your space and forcing you to wince and put your hands on the arm of the couch, with a gruff "keep them there" that oddly sounded like Ichigos voice, as he slides a slender finger inside of you. 

"Fuck youre already so wet, you wanted to fuck me? Couldnt wait until you got your hands on me huh, is it hot knowing that your boyfriend and I are one in the same- that we want the same thing?" He leans in further towards your lips, brushing them back and forth, grinning when he bites your lips so hard they bleed a little. 

"To ruin you. Throw you around and make you feel it."

"All wet and desperate just because im manhandling you."

"Ha. I doubt it, you both dont have the guts to even fuck me the way I want"

And maybe you should have kept your mouth closed, because you see a flash of both the Hollows and Ichigos eyes go gold and still. 

He grabs your jaw hard, forcing your mouth open to slide his hollow tongue into your throat, making you gag. The kiss is famished. Hot, and wet- messy. Saliva dripping down the side of your chin as you try run away. His laugh becoming maniacal, and he chases you and ruts his cock against you. Barely paying mind to the small ounce of clothing that your wearing, you can feel every part of his dick through his pants. Him only pausing to bite at your bloodied lips before shoving his tongue back down, iron filling your mouth. 

And you're starting to get whiny, you want him inside now. 

"So fucking cute, begging like that- cant believe he kept this from me."

The Hollow grumbles this as he sucks big dark bruises into your neck that sting. And from the looks of it, itll look like you've been mauled tomorrow when you see everyone. Ichigo looks pleased as punch at that thought. 

"You want it?" You can tell that its your orange haired lover at this point, but he is...different. Grabbing his cock and smacking it against your slit- hard. 

But you dont run, if anything you want more. Anticipation overriding any emotion as he slides your sleep shorts to the side. Humming and pinching your clit meanly making you squeal and try to close your legs. He holds your legs open so easily, no matter how much you struggle. And you hope you dont moan loud enough for him to hear how much that turned you on. 

He pins your hands harder above the couch, pushing them further down into the cushions, your readiness liable to kill you. 

Ichigo pauses for a moment, considering- before he completely rips open the crotch part of the sleeping shorts- leaving a gaping hole of fabric falling off. Him humming about how much better it is. About how much he wants to abuse your cute insides. Make it theirs so no one else will ever have to touch you again. 

He folds you in half, feet close to your ears, and he slides into you before you can even blink. Hole convulsing around you as he buries his dick deep. He's gritting his teeth as he shoves his cock into you, so hard its making you yelp. He's completely flushed, eyelashes fluttering and eyes flickering from Ichigo and hollow in blinks as he processes the pleasure. Groaning when he hits your spot perfectly over and over. 

Fucking Ichigo always feels like a warm river, nice and flowing and steady- sometimes changing- but comfortable, nonetheless. But it seemed today, he had an agenda, fucking into you without prep. It makes you choke on your own breath as pleasure and pain crash down on you tenfold. The maniacal laughter is the only thing that makes you remember that the hollow is still there. Making sure you feel wave after wave of pleasure. Not taking long to come crashing down. Screaming at how brutal and intense he's got you. 

"Such a good fucking hole. Fuck, youre gonna make me come already." He doesn’t mention that he plans to keep going until you’re fucked braindead, especially when you realize he hasn’t gone soft at all. Coming inside you and continuing to thrust, loving the way you cry out of oversensitivity and try to push him away. Ichigo grabs both your thighs and forces you closer, making sure you're encasing him fully in warm heat and it makes you scream at being filled so full and so fast again. 

"You can take it until i come right?"

[steves6nuggets]

“When’d Steve get so hairy?”

Pairing: Steve Harrington x (female) Reader

Summary: Steve takes Y/N to lover’s lake so they can stargaze together. Steve has an idea to go swimming while no one’s around, the only problem? They didn’t bring bathing suits.

Warnings: smut, semi-public sex (I guess?), fingering, penetrative sex (penis in vagina), praise kink, manhandling, hair pulling, language, dirty talk, consensual unprotected sex, nipple play, brief mention of best friend!eddie, brief mention of best friend!nancy, minors DNI

A/N: firstly, this is my 100th post on this blog - woohoo! secondly, this is the first time I’m posting my own original work online! I really hope you guys enjoy it. I’m sorry for the length… the story just kind of got away from me with this one! and before anyone comments on how ‘unhygienic’ having sex in a lake is, remember that this is a fictional story set in the 80s in Hawkins, Indiana where there were no other large bodies of water for the teens to go swimming in. they definitely didn’t care lol. thank you <3. title from stranger things season 4, ep. 6

Word count: 4k+

This is for people 18+ only. Minors do not continue reading. By clicking ‘keep reading’ you are hereby agreeing that you are 18 years of age or older.

Y/N could tell his arm was starting to go numb beneath the back of her head, and the small stones under her red and black picnic blanket were beginning to poke through into his sides. However uncomfortable the setup was, there was no denying the thought behind it all was incredibly romantic.

Y/N’s boyfriend Steve had asked her to go stargazing with him at Lover’s Lake. At first, she said no. Rain was forecast for the entire week and the sky was completely overcast. Y/N couldn’t imagine a worse time to go looking at stars than tonight.

Unfortunately for Y/N, or perhaps very fortunately – depending on how you chose to look at it, Steve was exceptionally persuasive. Albeit, not very organised.

When Steve first pulled up, Y/N was shocked by the amount of parking spaces available. She had never seen Lover’s Lake this empty before.

As this date was spontaneously planned, Steve hadn’t thought to pack anything to cushion where he and Y/N chose to sit – down by the water’s edge. Luckily, Y/N still had her thin, checked blanket rolled up in the backseat of Steve’s car from their anniversary lunch two weeks ago.

“Am I squishing you?” Y/N asked Steve, turning to look at him.

Her eyes were met by her boyfriend’s side profile, as he stared up into the night sky. Stars were beginning to peek through the breaks in the clouds that slowly rolled by. He hummed in response.

“Did you want me to move?” Y/N suggested, as she lifted her head off Steve’s outstretched arm.

This small movement by Y/N snapped Steve out of his daydream, as he turned his neck to look at her. His big brown eyes narrowed in on her face.

“What? Where are you going?” He asked, as his thick brows knitted themselves together in confusion.

“Nowhere.” Y/N laughed.

“I thought your arm was going numb under my head, so I thought I’d do the polite thing and move it.”

“Oh.” Steve chuckled.

“Yeah, your fat head was crushing me.” He teased, turning to look at his hand.

Steve stretched out his fingers and balled his fists repeatedly to get the blood circulating back into his arm again. Truthfully, he hadn’t even noticed it fall asleep under his girlfriend's head.

“Shut up.” Y/N pouted, pushing at Steve’s chest.

“It’s just heavy from studying. I have the entire biology syllabus up in here, you know?” Y/N said, tapping her forefinger against her temple.

“That wouldn’t shock me. I haven’t seen you for days. All you’ve done lately is study.” Steve said, raising his eyebrows pointedly at Y/N.

“That’s not fair, Steve. You know I have my finals coming up.” Y/N frowned.

“No, what’s not fair is me not being able to see my girlfriend for, what? Almost a week?” Steve said, more like a statement than a question. He knew exactly how long it had been since he last saw Y/N, right down to the second.

Y/N knew Steve was mostly joking, but there was still some truth behind what he was saying – he was hurt.

“Well, I’m here tonight, and that’s what matters. That we’re here together and we have the whole of Lover’s Lake to ourselves!” Y/N said excitedly, trying to lighten the mood again.

“We’re only here right now because I’m the master of persuasion. You didn’t want to come at first.” Steve said.

“And as it turns out, tonight was the perfect night to come because the weather warning kept everyone else away.” He said, smirking at Y/N.

“I’ll admit, tonight is the perfect night to be here crowd-wise, but it’s not exactly the best for stargazing.” Y/N said, pointing up at the clouds that were beginning to roll in again.

Steve sighed, as his gaze followed the point of Y/N’s finger up into the night sky. A single rain drop landed on his forehead.

Steve reached up to wipe the wet spot from his face.

“Is that rain?” Y/N asked.

“Barely.” Steve replied.

“It was a sprinkle at most.” He said.

“Should we start packing up and head home for the night? We can watch a movie at mine.” Y/N suggested, moving to sit upright on the blanket.

“Head home? When we have this whole place to ourselves?” Steve scoffed.

“How likely do you think this is to happen again, Y/N/N?” Steve asked sincerely.

Y/N thought about it for a moment. This was definitely the first time she’d been to Lover’s Lake with Steve and there’d been no one else around. She hadn’t come here before Steve; she had no reason to. But from what her friends Nancy and Eddie had told her, it always seemed to be busy.

“I have an idea.” Steve’s words broke Y/N from her daze.

“And what’s that?” Y/N asked, intrigued by what her boyfriend of six months could possibly suggest.

“We’re at a lake, Y/N/N. Why don’t we swim?” Steve gestured towards the large body of water in front of them.

“Swim?! Steve, it’s going to rain!” Y/N said, poking him gently on the forehead, reminding him of where a raindrop had just landed.

“And?” Steve laughed.

“Either way, we’re going to get wet. Now, would you rather get soaked in your pretty little dress sitting here with me, or… we can jump in that lake and have some fun.” Steve said, smiling mischievously.

Y/N felt her breath hitch in her throat as Steve moved his hand that was once under her head, around to rest on her exposed thigh. She swallowed thickly, darting her eyes from Steve’s face to his hand that was now slowly inching up her leg to the hem of her dress, out to the lake in front of her to steady her heart rate.

The water was calm. Tranquil. Still, besides the few and far between rain drops that were falling from the sky above them. It looked inviting.

“So?” Steve broke Y/N from her thoughts.

“What will it be?” he asked, fiddling with the small frays at Y/N’s dress hem.

“I haven’t got my bathing suit, Steve.” Y/N said lowly, as if she was making sure no one could hear her. Seemingly forgetting that there was no one else around them for miles.

Steve chuckled as he watched Y/N’s cheeks burn red.

“Neither do I.” He said in return, his volume matching Y/N’s but his tone was teasing in nature.

Steve stood up in front of Y/N and kicked his Nike sneakers off to the side of the picnic blanket. He leant over to peel his socks from his feet and stuff them inside his shoes.

“What are you doing?” Y/N sat up quickly, spitting those four words at her boyfriend in a hushed tone.

With his back still facing her, Steve turned his neck to look at Y/N over his shoulder.

“Going for a swim.” He said, giving her a wink.

Steve turned to face back towards the lake and pulled his shirt over his head. He yanked the yellow garment up from behind, knowing that this turned Y/N on.

Y/N’s eyes were burning holes into Steve’s back, taking in every detail. Every mole, every freckle, every scar. She took note at how broad his shoulders were getting and lowered her gaze as soon as Steve bent down to pull off his dark blue jeans in front of her. He turned around to look Y/N in the eyes, in nothing but his underwear. Y/N bit her lip as she began to feel that all-too-familiar sensation pool between her thighs at the sight of him. A feeling she only ever got when she was around Steve.

That’s when she saw it. A light shadow in the middle of her boyfriend’s chest.

“When’d Steve get so hairy?” She thought to herself.

“Hello? Earth to Y/N?” Steve waved his hand in front of his now drooling girlfriend’s face.

“What, sorry?” Y/N cleared her throat, feeling incredibly warm all of a sudden.

Steve laughed. “I asked if you were coming in, or if you were just going to sit there gawking at me all night?”

Y/N felt a raindrop fall on the bridge of her nose. After quickly wiping it away, she realised that her boyfriend was right. She would now either get drenched in her clothes while running back to the car that Steve had parked on the main road, or she could let loose a little and go swimming with him. And with no one else around, who was going to stop her from stripping down to her underwear for a late-night dip in Lover’s Lake?

Without saying a word, Y/N stood up on the picnic blanket and kicked off her shoes just as Steve had done only minutes before. She stuffed her socks into her Mary Janes and took a deep breath. She could feel Steve’s eyes on her, so she looked up to meet them. She reached her hands down in front of her, gripping at the hem of her dress. She slowly pulled it up over her head and dropped it beside her.

All that could be heard in that moment was the dull thud of dainty fabric hitting the red and black blanket beneath her feet. That, and Y/N’s heartbeat in her throat. Both her and Steve were still staring at one another.

Y/N stood in a mismatched set, a pale blue and lacy bralette with black cotton briefs. Steve was the first to break eye contact, having slowly lowered his gaze onto Y/N’s chest. She felt her cheeks turn red again, fighting the urge to cover herself with her arms.

Steve quickly shot his eyes back up to Y/N’s face when he realised that he had been staring at her tits for probably a few seconds too long and gave her a comforting smile. He extended his right arm and opened his hand for her to take. She did, and without saying a word, Steve pulled her body against his. Y/N was shocked at how warm he still was considering he had been in his underwear longer than her. Not to mention it was November in Hawkins and there was an unforgiving chill in the air.

Steve dropped Y/N’s hand and slid his body down hers just a little to wrap his arms around the back of her knees. She felt the tickle of his chest hair against her silky and exposed skin, making her grow wet between her thighs. He picked Y/N up with ease and tossed her over his shoulder, jogging into the water until he was about waist deep. Y/N squealed, kicking her legs in protest, as she knew what was coming next.

“Don’t you dare do it, Harrington!” She warned, hearing him stifle a giggle.

“No, Steve! I don’t even know how cold it is yet. I need time for my body to adjust to the temperature, you might give me a heart att-” And just like that, Y/N was cut off by Steve tossing her into the water in front of him.

Even underwater she could hear the high pitched, maniacal laughter coming from her boyfriend’s mouth.

Emerging from below, Y/N used both hands to push her now drenched hair back off her face. She narrowed her eyes at Steve and inhaled sharply through her nostrils, winding her more dominant hand back in the water to violently splash his face.

“Shit, Y/N! That’s freezing!” Steve yelled, tensely raising his shoulders. He clearly hadn’t braced himself fast enough for the incoming payback that he knew he was bound to receive.

“You think I don’t know that?!” Y/N yelled back, gesturing to her fully wet figure in front of Steve.

It was silent for a moment before they both burst out laughing together.

“Come here.” Steve said lowly, opening his arms for Y/N to swim into.

She did just that, not needing to paddle far. Y/N wrapped her arms around Steve’s neck and her legs around his waist to keep herself steady, while Steve didn’t hesitate to submerge both his arms underwater to hold Y/N up by her ass. He spread his large hands to get a good grip on each cheek and lifted his arms a little to pick Y/N up to sit higher on his waist. He could now feel her crotch directly in line with his dick. The only thing separating the two were the thin layers of undergarments that they were both wearing.

Y/N swallowed thickly as she felt her boyfriend’s semi rut against her crotch under the water. She was surprisingly hot considering the low temperature of the lake; her chest flushed a lovely shade of pink that matched her cheeks perfectly.

Steve moved one hand from Y/N’s ass to the small of her back, pulling her body closer to his. They were now chest to chest, with their noses and foreheads touching. Y/N could feel Steve’s warm breath against her lips, and she instinctively parted her own, as if welcoming him to kiss her at any moment.

“Do you want me to kiss you?” Steve whispered, his lips ghosting Y/N’s.

Y/N’s eyes fell hooded at the feeling of her boyfriend’s lips grazing against hers, she was so incredibly turned on by this. All of this. She had never been swimming in public at night, let alone in nothing but her underwear with a boy. And not just any boy, the king of Hawkins High. Steve Harrington. Her boyfriend. She could easily name a million girls that would kill to be in her place right now. But they weren’t. It was her with him. And anyone could catch them right now, which was something that surprisingly excited Y/N.

Y/N nodded in response to Steve’s question, shaking herself from her own thoughts.

“Where do you want me to kiss you?” Steve asked.

“Here?” He began, kissing the left corner of Y/N’s mouth.

“Here?” He said again, kissing the right corner of Y/N’s mouth.

“Or here?” He asked, a little more seductively as he dipped his head to kiss just below Y/N’s jaw.

“Or maybe even here?” He smirked against Y/N’s skin as he kissed just behind her ear, in a spot he knew that drove her crazy.

Y/N let out a soft moan, rolling her head slowly to the side to allow Steve more access to that exact spot.

“There we go.” Steve mumbled into Y/N’s neck.

“Good girl.” He growled, pulling his head away to focus on holding his girlfriend up with one hand, while snaking the other between his and her body.

Knowing where this was going, Y/N locked her ankles around Steve’s waist to help keep herself upright and close to him. She arched her back a little to give her boyfriend room to slide his dominant hand to her throbbing pussy.

Steve moved Y/N’s panties to the side, running his middle finger between her warm slit.

Goosebumps immediately arose on Y/N’s skin, spreading like wildfire up her spine.

Steve flicked his tongue along his bottom lip before trapping it between his front two teeth. He gently ran his finger up and down Y/N’s pussy, teasing the entrance – lightly tracing circles around her tight hole.

“This okay?” Steve mumbled, looking into Y/N’s eyes for confirmation.

All Y/N could do was nod in response, her arousal already taking full control of her body.

Steve placed a gentle kiss on his girlfriend’s lips before dragging his finger back up between her folds and to her clit. He began massaging the sensitive spot, painfully slowly.

Y/N let out another soft moan, rolling her hips forward rhythmically.

“That’s my girl.” Steve cooed, applying more pressure to Y/N’s clit.

Steve loved to watch how Y/N’s body reacted to each of his movements. The way certain hairs on her body would stand when he kissed a particular spot, or the way she would scrunch her nose when he licked between her breasts.

But what Steve loved most was the way Y/N’s hips moved involuntarily when he fingered her. He stopped rubbing Y/N’s clit momentarily to readjust her on his waist, lifting his girlfriend a little higher for better access. His fingers meeting her now aching pussy again, but this time, back at its entrance.

“S-stop teasing…” Y/N managed to say, but it sounded so pathetic coming from her mouth. Steve couldn’t take her seriously.

“Try again, baby.” Steve said, as he pulled his finger just far enough away that Y/N could no longer feel it, but she still knew it was close.

Y/N rocked her hips against nothing but the gentle waves she herself was creating by moving, trying to reach Steve’s touch that was so cruelly taken away from her.

“Stop teasing.” She said again, and this time it was serious.

Steve smirked. Truthfully, he didn’t want to tease Y/N either. So, without hesitation, Steve inserted his finger into his girlfriend’s beckoning hole.

Y/N let out a guttural moan, one that not only shocked Steve, but herself. Her cheeks burned red, and Steve noticed.

“Do that again.” He said.

“W-what?” Y/N stuttered, shyly.

“Do. That. Again.” Steve wasn’t asking, he was instructing Y/N.

Y/N gulped. She didn’t have to be told a third time. Steve inserted another finger so that both his middle and ring finger were inside his girlfriend’s tight pussy hole. He started to move them in and out slowly, letting Y/N adjust before he picked up the pace. Y/N began rolling her hips to match Steve’s speed, and with that, she let out another raspy moan.

Steve finger fucked Y/N as she eagerly humped his hand, unable to help herself. His thumb coming up to massage his girlfriend’s clit at the same time his fingers worked her. He began moving his fingers inside her in a ‘come here’ motion, and when he felt Y/N’s body start to convulse against his, he knew she was ready to come undone.

Steve held Y/N’s back tightly. His nails dug in slightly to keep his firm grip on her, leaving little crescent moon shaped indents on her soft skin’s surface. Y/N entwined her fingers with the tight curls that formed at the nape of her boyfriend’s neck from sweat, tugging gently.

Steve decided to take this opportunity to remove his fingers from Y/N’s hole and pull his underwear down to his mid-thighs, freeing his hard-on beneath the water. Neither of them could see how much pre-cum was leaking from it, but boy, could Steve feel it. He took his dick and lined it up with Y/N’s entrance, pushing her panties to the side again.

“Ready, princess?” He asked, gently nipping at Y/N’s collarbones.

Before saying anything, Y/N tightened her thighs around Steve’s waist and removed her arms from around his neck, pulling the straps from her bralette down her arms. She didn’t know where she acquired this newfound confidence. Maybe it was the thrill of being seen catching up with her again. If anyone were to spot them now, she may as well give them a proper show, right?

Once her arms were fully free from the straps, Y/N’s bralette fell at her waist, still clasped tight at the back so she didn’t lose it in the lake. Her tits spilled out over the band of her bra, nipples immediately hardening. This was likely due to a mixture of both arousal and the cold air.

“Ready.” Y/N said.

Steve’s eyes fell to his girlfriend’s breasts. Full and perky, he leant down to take one of her hardened nipples in his mouth. Sucking and licking, he took it between his teeth and pulled back gently. Y/N whimpered at the sensation this was causing not only to her nipples, but her pussy too. She began to start humping at nothing again, desperate to feel Steve’s cock inside of her. Barely grazing the tip, Steve shuddered and let out a low moan of his own.

Steve swallowed thickly as he slowly pushed himself inside of Y/N. Pushing until he had filled her up entirely with his cock. There, he just held it for a moment. Feeling it throb inside of her as her walls tightened and released around him almost in sync.

Y/N wrapped her arms back around Steve’s neck, running both hands through his hair, grabbing handfuls to tug at.

“F-fuck…” Steve barely managed to say, pussy drunk by just how good Y/N felt around him.

“Fuck!” Y/N cried out in response.

“You’re such a good girl for me.” Steve said, as he finally started moving inside Y/N.

Those words set her body alight. Y/N loved when Steve praised her.

She began to ride Steve’s cock beneath the water, pushing her tits against his chest. Letting out a loud moan while revelling in the moment, Y/N’s thighs trembled as she tried her best to hold herself up.

“Don’t worry, baby. I’ve got you.” Steve said, moving his hands so they were now both firmly grasping Y/N’s ass. One hand on each cheek, Steve squeezed his girlfriend’s perfect butt before he began moving her hips.

The pressure of the water made it hard for Steve to go as fast as he wanted. Although it was cold, beads of sweat formed along his hairline as he moved Y/N up and down on his cock.

Y/N lurched forward at this new sensation, pulling Steve’s hair as her chest rose and fell against his.

The light rain drops that both Y/N and Steve had managed to mostly dodge during this time had now built up to become a pouring rainfall. Y/N turned her head towards the water’s edge to see hers and Steve’s clothes getting drenched, along with the picnic blanket. Steve forcefully grabbed Y/N by her jaw, turning her head back to face him again. His usual kind, honey-coloured eyes now dark and filled with lust.

“Look at me while I fuck you.” Steve said, more like a command than anything else.

Y/N swallowed hard as she panted in Steve’s face, she was breathless, and her eyes welled with tears.

“You’re close, aren’t you?” Steve asked.

Y/N nodded. “Uh-huh.”

“Be a good girl and cum for me then.” Steve said, leaning his head down just to lick back up again between Y/N’s breasts.

Y/N let out a whimper. Those words were enough to send her over the edge. Steve’s hand still cupping her jaw like a vice, holding her head in place so that he would have the perfect view of her face when she fell apart.

“Oh shit,” was all Y/N could manage to choke out as the waves of pleasure finally crashed through her body. Her entire body shook and convulsed, her pussy and thighs clenching around her boyfriend’s dick and waist. Her eyes looked pleadingly at Steve, her mouth open, jaw slack, with nothing but soft moans quietly escaping her lips.

With that sight unfolding right there in front of him, it didn’t take Steve long to reach his high as well. His eyes screwed shut as his hips stuttered. Steve’s cock twitched inside of his girlfriend’s pussy as he moaned, feeling his warmth flood inside of her.

Steve’s pace might have slowed down, but he was still lazily thrusting into Y/N as the two of them came down from their high. After a few minutes, Y/N unwrapped herself from Steve’s waist and he removed himself from inside her.

“You’re such a good girl for me, Y/N/N.” Steve said, placing a kiss on his girlfriend’s forehead.

A comfortable silence fell upon the couple, as Y/N submerged herself shoulder deep in Lover’s Lake, pulling her bralette straps back on while Steve pulled up his underwear.

The pair ran as fast as they could in water back to the lake’s edge, grabbing their clothes and balling them up against their chests. With no time to get re-dressed in the pouring rain, they ran back to the main road in their underwear. Jumping in Steve’s car and locking the doors, the young couple laughed breathlessly as rain pelted on the BMW’s roof.

“Now, you still down for that movie?” Steve asked, grinning at Y/N.

Y/N beamed at Steve, biting her bottom lip. “Of course.”

“Good.” He said, leaning over to the passenger side to land a kiss on Y/N’s cheek.

“Let’s go.”

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Masterlist

A/N: I hope you guys enjoyed this piece of writing by me! if you did, please make sure to leave a like or reblog. I am hoping to do some more writing soon. they probably won’t all be as long as this one though lol. sorry again. please don’t hesitate to send me requests if you have any! I’m only planning to write for Steve Harrington, Eddie Munson, Robin Buckley and Nancy Wheeler so far (sorry if your fav isn’t mentioned) <3

[kingkatsuki]

hehehehahaha

bakugou getting hard from the way you almost manhandle him into your lap. it bordered on mindless. you just noticed that the seats in the limo on the way to another hero’s birthday were dwindling and bakugou was fighting internally on whether to scoot closer to you or let some extra bump into him on the ride.

“pardon my hands” is all the warning he gets before you grab his waist and under his knee to pull him into your lap. arm angled oddly behind your head and a leg cramped against the back of the limo. his hair brushes the velvet ceiling and bakugou refuses to look down at you.

because then you’d see how red his face was. then all he’d be able to smell is your perfume and that shampoo that you’ve used the whole time he’s known you. then maybe if he ignores the growing bulge in his pants it’ll go away.

god bakugou wishes your arm wasn’t still draped over his knees.

🍵idk if an anon uses this emoji but i’m on semi hiatus rn and i don’t want anyone to see me

I’m quite insane really. It’s just the thought of him wanting to tell you to get out/up so he can sit down first and then you can sit on his lap, but the limo is full and you’re running late. The sound of protest falls on deaf ears as you tug him into the vehicle, and it’s like the moment he settles on top of you he begins to short-circuit.

Bakugou’s trying to keep his weight off of you, his hand reaching up for the handle as he mutters “Jesus christ, woman” beneath his breath as his friends inside don’t even bat an eyelid at your position. Eagerly handing out champagne and talking about the awards ceremony you’re heading to tonight.

You reach out for the glass offered to you and your breasts push against his side and he’s gone. Nostrils flaring as he feels his cock begin to chub beneath his slacks, a heat rising in his cheeks as he almost snatches his own glass. Hoping the alcohol will at least calm his racing heart, if nothing else.

But because of how you’re both sitting and his elevated position on your lap, it has his crotch even closer to your mouth as he thinks about how easy it would be to press his palm to the back of your head and push you down on his lap to have those pretty lips wrapping around his semi.

And now Bakugou is certain he’s going to cum in his pants before you even make it to the event.