#but seriously that pool looks so naughty

[augustinewrites]

“sorry i'm late,” you sigh, hurrying into the teacher’s lounge much later than usual. shoko’s the only one there, feet propped up on the coffee table as she flips through a medical journal. you throw your coat over the back of a chair before joining her, trying to rub the sleep from your eyes 

“morning, sunshine.” shoko chuckles, handing you a mug. “this is a double shot, but maybe i should have gotten you a triple? what kept you up last night?”

“nothing," you quickly defend.

“you sure? because i'm not above blocking all the exits until you tell me.”

“you promise not to judge?”

“not out loud.” 

you roll your eyes at your best friend, but wring your hands tightly in your lap as you recall the events of last night. “have you ever had a…a special dream–”

shoko sits up straight, eyes wide as she says, much too loud, “you mean a sex dream?”

“shh!” you swat her on the arm, glaring. 

shoko ignores your obvious distress, grinning from ear to ear. “who are you having sex dreams about? is it ijichi? akari? oh my god, is it me? is it gojo? don’t tell me it’s gojo…”

“i may have been dreaming about…kento.”

“nanami?!”

heat immediately pools in your cheeks. “you can’t tell anyone, especially gojo. and hey, don't say it like that!” 

“i swear i’m not judging!” she promises. “if anything, i approve!”

“ugh,” you groan, heading over to the counter to put your unfinished mug in the sink. “i don’t know what’s going on with me.”

“fantasizing is normal. i’ve fantasized about everyone here. you, nanami, even gojo.”

“seriously?”

she takes a sip of her coffee, shrugging. “i'm a scorpio.”

that explains nothing and in no way makes you feel any better. if anything, you’re starting to feel a little possessive over someone who isn't even yours. 

“well i need to stop thinking about him like this,” you mutter, frowning.

“back to your dream. did you guys…do it?”

“shoko!” you gasp, gaze darting to the open door.

“so you did,” she deduces. “was it good?”

it was great. not that you’d tell her. 

“hey, naughty is good. naughty is sexy,” she laughs.

you rest your hip against the counter, shaking your head. “i can’t dream of him like that again. i can’t go on missions with him if i’m having these…inappropriate thoughts.”

“why? cause you want to be his good girl?”

some clears their throat loudly. 

both your heads whip toward the door, where nanami’s standing with his briefcase. “good morning.”

as he walks further into the lounge you wonder two things. first, how much he heard. second, how much force would it take to put your head through the wall–

“excuse me.” your entire body stiffens when a hand is placed on your waist, nanami gently moving you to the side as he grabs a mug from the cabinet. 

memories of last night’s dream invade the crevices of your mind, causing you to quickly step out of his reach. with his back turned you look to shoko for help, who simply makes a circle with her thumb and index finger and–

you feign casualness when nanami turns to face you, sending you a small smile before taking his coffee and making a swift exit.

shoko bursts out laughing as you groan, wishing you could melt into the floor.

_____

“look at them. they're totally talking about us,” gojo mutters, peeking into the teacher’s lounge.

“so?” nanami asks, prying gojo’s hand from his sleeve. 

“so, what do you think they're talking about? oh– oh, shoko just pulled out her phone. maybe they're talking about the thirst trap i posted for–”

nanami grabs the back of gojo’s shirt collar, dragging him away from the door. “why would they be talking about a picture you posted for your fiancée?” 

“because i'm hot–”

“please stop talking.”

“you’re hot too, nanamin! someone’s been giving you the look lately.” 

that makes him pause. “really? what look?”

the sorcerer wriggles out of his grip, an irritatingly wide grin on his face. “got your attention, did i?”

“what did you mean by that? what look?”

“the look. you know, the one where you’re picturing someone naked. fantasizing about them. caught her once while you were cooking us dinner. speaking of, what’s that one dish you made with the…”

nanami tunes out gojo’s nonsensical rambling, focusing on the few important things he’d shared as they walk down the hall. you were picturing him naked?

interesting. 

_____

when you open the front door of your apartment, nanami is standing there with a bag of groceries and a bottle of wine.

oh no. this is how the fantasies always start. 

“i was on my way home and wondered if you’ve eaten yet.”

you’d eaten two hours ago, but you step back to let him inside and get set up in the kitchen.

soon enough, your little kitchen is filled with the sound and scents of a home cooked meal. nanami is a natural in the kitchen, tossing veggies in a pan and stirring his homemade sauce.

(it almost looks as good as nanami does with his shirt sleeves rolled up to the elbow, cooking dinner in your apartment.) 

you’re snapped out of your thoughts when he reaches over to refill your glass. he refills his own, covering the pot and leaving it to simmer as he turns to where you’re perched on the counter.

“i wanted to talk to you about something,” he says suddenly, sweating his glass down. 

“hm?”

“i’m not above a few fantasies of my own.”

you almost choke on your wine. “gojo told you–”

he’s standing between your knees now, taking the glass from your hand and setting it aside. “i fantasize about you too.”

“you do?”

“i could tell you about them,” he suggests, voice dropping to a whisper as the tip of his nose nudges yours. “if you’re a good girl.”

[imloyaltoscoups]

naughty temptation | yoon jeonghan

You sit in biology class, as you glance over at your boyfriend, Jeonghan, who seems to be lost in his own world. With a gentle nudge, you whisper, "Hey, pay attention to the professor."

Jeonghan looks at you with a mischievous grin. "But babe, I've got more interesting things to focus on," he replies playfully.

You raise an eyebrow, not quite sure what he means. But as the discussion shifts to the reproductive system, you suddenly feel his hand creeping up your exposed legs.

"Jeonghan!" you hiss, trying to suppress a giggle as you swat his hand away. "Not now, we're in class!"

He chuckles softly, his eyes sparkling with mischief. "Can't help it," he whispers back, leaning in closer. "You're just too distracting."

"Stop it," you say firmly, squeezing his hand as it inches dangerously close to your underwear. He just smiles, his eyes twinkling with mischief. "You know we shouldn't..."

His smile widens, and he leans in closer. "But it's so tempting, isn't it? Just think of all the naughty things we could do..."

You can't help but feel a rush of arousal at his sudden boldness, your breath hitching slightly. "I know, but... we really shouldn't..."

He chuckles softly, his fingers tracing tantalizing patterns along your skin. "Maybe we shouldn't, but that doesn't mean we can't have a little fun, does it?"

You take a deep breath, trying to steady your racing heart, and glance at Jeonghan, who seems to be thoroughly enjoying himself. With a quick scan around the classroom, you realize that you both are sitting at the back, with no other students beside you.

"Yoon Jeonghan, seriously," you whisper urgently, trying to keep your voice low. "Not here, okay? We'll get in trouble."

But Jeonghan just chuckles softly, his eyes twinkling mischievously. "Come on, babe," he murmurs, his breath warm against your ear. "Where's your sense of adventure?"

You bite your lip, torn between the thrill of his touch and the fear of getting caught. But as his hand continues its tantalizing exploration, you can't help but feel a surge of arousal coursing through you. Despite your best efforts to resist, the temptation of his touch is simply too strong to ignore.

As Jeonghan's fingers traced small circles on your skin, you found it increasingly difficult to concentrate on the lecture. "Jeonghan," you whisper, trying to sound stern despite the shiver his touch sends down your spine, "We really shouldn't be doing this in class."

He leans in closer, his breath warm against your ear. "But you're not stopping me," he murmurs playfully, his fingers continuing their tantalizing movements.

Your cheeks flush as Jeonghan's teasing words send a jolt of arousal through you. "Jeonghan, stop," you whisper urgently, feeling the heat pooling between your thighs.

But he only smirks, his fingers continuing to brush against the fabric, making you squirm uncomfortably. "You're really getting wet, aren't you?" he taunts, his voice low and husky.

You bite your lip, trying to stifle a moan, and instinctively close your thighs in a feeble attempt to regain control. But he's having none of it. "Open them up," he demands softly, his gaze intense as he meets your eyes.

Your breath catches in your throat as you reluctantly obey his command, feeling a rush of excitement mingled with apprehension at the thought of being so exposed in public. You slide your thighs apart, giving him easier access, your heart pounding in your chest.

As his fingers slip inside your underwear, you can't help but gasp, your hand instinctively flying to cover your mouth to stifle any sounds of pleasure that might escape. His touch sends shockwaves of sensation coursing through you, and you struggle to maintain your composure, torn between the need for discretion and the overwhelming desire building inside you.

You try to focus on the lecture, but Jeonghan's fingers persistently tease and tantalize, making it increasingly difficult to concentrate. Every subtle movement sends a wave of pleasure coursing through you, and you struggle to keep your composure.

Glancing back, you see Jeonghan's other hand casually resting on his chin, his gaze fixed on the projector screen where the professor is talking. It's as if he's completely absorbed in the lecture, his expression unreadable, while his fingers continue their illicit exploration beneath the desk.

You bite your lip, feeling a flush of heat rise to your cheeks as you realize the audacity of his actions.

Unconsciously, your hips begin to move in rhythm with Jeonghan's teasing fingers, betraying the growing arousal coursing through your body. You know you should stop, but the pleasure is too intense to resist.

You hear him chuckle softly, leaning forward to whisper in your ear, his voice low and suggestive. "Enjoying yourself, aren't you?" he murmurs, the hint of a smirk evident in his tone. "You can't resist me, can you?"

His words send a shiver down your spine, and you bite your lip to stifle a moan, acutely aware of the risk of being caught.

As Jeonghan skillfully inserts a third finger inside you, your head lowers instinctively, a mix of embarrassment and pleasure flooding your senses. His movements become faster, more urgent, driving you to the brink of ecstasy.

Suddenly, the professor's voice cuts through the haze of arousal. "Is everything alright?" he asks, concern evident in his tone.

Before you can even respond, Jeonghan smoothly interjects on your behalf. "Oh, she's just feeling a bit under the weather, but she'll be fine," he says, his voice calm and collected, as if discussing the weather.

The professor accepts Jeonghan's explanation with a nod, returning to his lecture without further inquiry, unaware of the illicit activity happening right under his nose. You exhale a shaky breath of relief, grateful for Jeonghan's quick thinking, though you can't help but marvel at his audacity. Despite the close call, the forbidden thrill of the moment only serves to heighten the intensity of your shared desire.

Jeonghan's whispered words draw you back to reality, the gravity of the situation sinking in. "We almost got caught because of you," he teases softly, his breath warm against your ear.

You're about to shoot him a glare in response when his fingers start moving again, igniting a surge of pleasure that makes coherent thought difficult. Your grip on his arm tightens instinctively, a silent plea for him to stop, but also an admission of your own inability to resist.

"You're such a menace," you mutter under your breath, a mixture of frustration and arousal lacing your words.

Jeonghan chuckles softly at your remark, taking it as a compliment rather than a reproach. "I'll take that as a compliment," he says with a smirk, his fingers moving even faster now, driving you closer to the edge.

You can feel your climax building, a tidal wave of pleasure threatening to consume you. "Jeonghan," you gasp, your voice barely a whisper, "I'm... I'm going to..."

But he interrupts you with a mischievous grin. "Let go," he murmurs, his voice filled with desire and command, pushing you over the edge into ecstasy.

As you reach your climax, you lower your head again, biting down on both hands to stifle any sound of pleasure that might escape. You feel the intensity of the moment wash over you, leaving you breathless and trembling with ecstasy.

Jeonghan withdraws his fingers from inside you, and before you can even process what's happening, he brings them to his lips, licking the remaining juices with a satisfied expression. "You taste delicious, babe," he murmurs, his voice husky with desire.

You blush furiously at his bold actions, feeling a mixture of embarrassment and arousal at the intimate exchange. Despite your protestations, a part of you can't help but be thrilled by his uninhibited desire.

Afterwards, Jeonghan acts as if nothing out of the ordinary happened, returning to his normal demeanor as if he hadn't just sent you spiraling into ecstasy. You can't help but marvel at his ability to switch between playful seduction and casual nonchalance, leaving you both exhilarated and utterly captivated by his charms.

As the bell rings, signaling the end of the lecture, Jeonghan leans in to whisper, "Thank you for making this class bearable."

You roll your eyes playfully. "I didn't learn anything, thanks to you," you retort with a smirk.

He grins back at you. "Well, who needs lectures when you can learn so much more interesting things with me?" he replies with a wink.

You playfully smack his arm. "You're just horny 24/7," you tease, unable to suppress a giggle.

He chuckles, unfazed by your comment. "Guilty as charged," he admits with a smirk. "Since we don't have any classes for today, why don't we head to my dorm and continue where we left off?"

You raise an eyebrow, considering his suggestion. "Hmm, tempting," you say with a grin, already imagining the possibilities. "Lead the way."

....... ≿━━━━༺JEONGHAN༻━━━━≾ .......

[svltzmans]

playing pool with hope mikaelson

suggestive content ahead

hope leans over the billiards table, setting up the perfect shot. her hand is delicately resting on the table, her eyes focused.

she's competitive, and she knows it. staying at a fancy hotel with her girlfriend was not the time to take a game of pool so seriously.

but regardless, she was. she wanted to win.

and she was willing to use some... unfair tactics to do so.

she wore a silky red dress that reached the floor beneath her, her hair resting lightly on her back.

she knows she looks good, and she knows she's affecting her girlfriend.

her plan was working.

y/n started to regret suggesting a game of pool after dinner.

she curses herself for not taking hope back to the bedroom instead.

when hope finally makes her move, she knocks one of the numbered balls into the pocket effortlessly.

as badly as y/n wants to watch the game, she is entirely too distracted.

hope is bent over the table each time, and y/n's thoughts are consumed by what she really wants to do with hope on the table.

and it sure as hell wasn't playing pool.

hope's voice snaps y/n out of her trance.

"your turn, gorgeous," she looks over, her voice sultry. she hands y/n the cue, her hand lingering on hers.

y/n feels weak at this point, and her hands are shaky when she tries to make her move.

hope takes notice, and decides to step in. she leans over y/n, the front of her body directly against y/n's back.

she guides the cue in the right direction, adjusting y/n's shot.

"there you go, like that," she teases, feeling y/n take a deep breath under her.

when y/n finishes her turn what feels like an eternity later, hope takes the cue from her again, looking her up and down.

when hope bends over again, y/n takes the opportunity to stand behind her, pretending to watch as she sets up her next move.

y/n swears she's dreaming when hope presses her ass against her, still preparing to shoot the cue ball.

she inhales sharply, enjoying the contact, when hope looks back at her.

"if you beat me, maybe i'll let you do some... very naughty things to me tonight," hope mutters, turning her attention back to the game.

y/n stands in shock, knowing that she now definitely has to win this game.

a/n: i had a dream about this concept and i wanted to write it really quick lol, i saw something like this on here a while ago but i forget who wrote it :( whoever it was thank you for the inspo and my beautiful dream lmao

[katasstrophy]

This and shidou and date night need i say more?

—𝐇𝐈𝐒 𝐋𝐎𝐕𝐄'𝐒 𝐋𝐈𝐊𝐄 𝐀𝐍 𝐈𝐍𝐒𝐄𝐂𝐓'𝐒

cw. SMUT. MDNI! fem! reader. exнιвιтισиιѕм (the tiddies are out). fιngєяιng. pet names (babydoll + baby). one (1) cheeky ass slap. implied nιρρℓe play. implied violence. window fυ¢кιng. it's shidou — he's horrible and fucked in the head! // this man does truly nasty delulu things to my brain chemistry.

oh my GOD you better hope and pray that shidou doesn’t find out how easily he could just have that sexy little dress off your figure in a matter of seconds with a clever twist of his fingers because he will use it to his advantage. shamelessly. in public. he does not care.

he distracts you thoroughly by pawing at the meat of your thighs with his greedy fingers where the silver chains dangle, only to untie the flimsy black straps resting at the back of your neck when you least except it, exposing your bare chest to the cool air outside and everyone else watching in your proximity, but most importantly, exposing you to him. he doesn’t get to leer at your gorgeous pair of tits for long, however, as you scramble to quickly cover some of your modesty with your hands, a horrified gasp falling from your lips as the front of your dress continues to uselessly pool around your waist.

and shidou, like the absolute scummy bastard he is, has the audacity to whine in protest, mind far away from thinking of how to help you cover up and more leaning towards prying your fingers away from your breasts so he can see your pretty, peddled nipples again, maybe lean down and even suck on them a lil’, he’s generous like that.

“ryusei, what the actual fuck? we’re in public, you fucking cockroach!” you snarl, your eyes blazing like the gates of hell. the sight makes shidou’s cock stir in his pants. how he adores it when you get mouthy with him.

“aw, c’mon, babydoll. i haven’t seen your tits since this mornin’, you can’t fault me for wanting another looksie. i even stood before ya so the others wouldn’t see. aren’t i a gentleman?”

his grin is sharp and feral like the slash of a scythe as shidou licks his lips, like the air tastes sugary just from soaking in your embarrassment and heated cheeks. he means every word he says.

you resist the urge to tell him you want to castrate him for sport. knowing him, it’d just make him hornier.

“you’re seriously fucked in the head,” you spit at him instead, squaring your shoulders and spinning around to locate the bathroom and fix yourself up with as much dignity as you can muster in your vulnerable state.

“babydollll,” he giggles after you, all lulls and foreboding. “don’t be like that! ya should’a double knotted.”

to stick it to him, you make sure to quadruple knot the straps of your dress lest he gets any more brilliant ideas of undressing you for everyone to fucking see — a decision shidou makes you regret a couple hours later when he drags you back to his sky-rise penthouse, shoving you up against his floor to ceiling, crystal clear windows, rucking your dress up to sink his thick, unforgiving fingers into your tight heat until your knees buckle from the onslaught of pleasure.

“ryu-seiii,” you hiccup, completely out of it but hungry for more of his punishing touch. “please, uh, i need more, touch me more.”

shidou has the tells of your body mapped out and committed to memory, knows that by now your cute, puffy nipples that you denied him from looking at and feeling up earlier to his twisted heart’s content must be sore and aching for his attention, so he coos at you, void of any sympathy, reminding you this could have all been avoided if you would have just showed your breasts to him earlier like the good little angel you usually were for him.

it’s not like he would’ve let anyone escape without two bulging black eyes if they dared to stare at what was his.

“you know i’d love to play with your tits, babydoll. but i just can’t reach ‘em ‘cause of y’re naughty—” shidou brings his palm down on your exposed asscheeks, your yelp at the sting of his slap drowned out by the lewd squelching of your arousal as he pumps three fingers in and out of you like he hates you. “—little dress of yours. shouldn’t’ve made so many knots, hm? if you untie your handy-work i might reconsider thoouugghh.”

your trembling fingers scramble to the back of your neck again, almost clawing at the neat, sturdy knots you made only hours before out of retaliation, desperate for your sadistic boyfriend to pinch and and abuse your nipples just the way you like it until the flesh is raw and tender.

but when the dress finally slips off you yet again, shidou only pushes you more harshly against the glass, squishing the fat of your breasts into the cold, hard planes, chuckling cruelly as you thrash helplessly in his iron hold while he shimmies out of his pants.

“no, ryu, please, you promised. you promised to play with me mmmf—”

as much as he adores you being mouthy, as shidou shoves his fingers coated with your slick into your mouth until he hears you gag, he thinks it’s time you learned a lesson.

“sshhh, baby. you’ve already been bad today, so be good f’me now, yeah? time to put on a real show.”

then he’s bottoming out in your sloppy cunt in one brutal thrust, fucking you within an inch if your life as you writhe and sob on his suffocating fingers until your mixed juices trickle down your legs and soak into the expensive carpet, putting on a show to any lucky by-walker who happens to peer up at your debauched lovemaking.

because shidou does love you. so much. just like the cockroach you called him — ugly, incessant, and indestructible.

[xxfanfiction-emo-trinityxx]

Naughty or Nice - Pete Wentz x Reader

Prompt: N: Naughty or nice? (How has your character been this past year? Are they a trickster or a good of heart?) (from this list)   Reader: Reader and Pete are married and have kids but no pronouns or gender specific terms are used Word count: 668

It was supposed to be a way to get the kids to bed. You knew that. Pete knew that. But instead? Absolute havoc.

Admittedly: most kids were all nice and followed their parents' instructions once they were reminded that Santa Clause would bring gifts only to the nice kids. And this close to Christmas, with decorations being put up all over the house, you had seriously expected it to work. Instead your five and three year old sons froze on the spot where they had been rolling around in their pyjamas on the carpet and the moment they looked up to you with shining eyes you knew you had messed up somewhere along the short way of a simple sentence.

“If naughty kids don’t get any presents from Santa,” the slow way the older of the two spoke even attracted Pete’s attention who had been sitting on the sofa scrolling on his phone, “then does Dad get any presents?”

Oh.

Shit.

“Uh, I guess,” you answered carefully, already knowing what direction this was about to go into. Judging by Pete’s widened eyes, so did he.

“But...” the three year old seemed to have caught up on his brother’s plan, “he was pretty naughty this year.”

Trying not to laugh, you raised an eyebrow at your husband who tried to sink as deep into the sofa cushions as possible.

“Oh really,” you mused, knowing they were about to tell you all the things Pete had done and successfully hidden from you. “I thought he was rather good this year. He planted lots of veggies for us to watch grow and eat, and he went on many hiking trips with us, and he read us many good night stories,...��

Taking the chance of the kids not jumping around wildly, you picked up the younger one into your arms, carrying him towards the kids’ bedroom. The older one followed without you having to say anything. And so did Pete, knowing he was about to be exposed.

“Daddy fell into the pool,” the child in your arms started telling you excitedly. “He still had his clothes on, and, and then he went into the house, and everything was wet and then he said it was the dog.”

Putting your son down on the bed you turned to Pete who stood in the door.

“I-”

“And!” His defence was interrupted by his older son, “We all played soccer in the living room, and he kicked that frame off the wall and said it was an earthquake.”

The excitement in the children’s eyes was precious. Somehow they even automatically tucked themselves in while spilling all of their father’s wrong doings over the past year.

“And he bought us chocolate pudding,” the younger one went on, “even after we’ve had sweets at home.”

“And you ate it!” Pete screeched as if his biggest secret had just been exposed.

“You told us too!” the five years old defended.

“Okay, okay, that's enough now,” you decided, lifting your hands up in the air. “I’m sure Santa knew all these things already, and will make sure Dad gets the correct amounts of presents.”

“What about us,” the two asked at the same time.

“Oh, Santa knows that you’ve been going to bed just like I asked right now, so maybe that will make up for eating chocolate pudding even after already having had sweets.”

You winked at them and kissed their small foreheads, wishing them a good night. Pete did the same, gently tucking the blankets in place before turning on the night light and switching off the ceiling lights.

Once you were back in the living room, you turned to face him.

“An earthquake, really?”

“Well…” embarrassedly he rubbed his neck.

“It was our wedding picture,” you scolded, trying not to laugh at how guilty Pete looked.

“I got it fixed,” he reminded you, pointing to the picture above the fireplace.

Rolling your eyes, you laughed a little. “Remind me again: why did i marry you?”

“Hey!”

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[crimsoncorpz]

Unlocked Window (JJ Maybank/ fem!Reader)

18+ ONLY! Minors DNI, I mean it.

Warnings: 18+! Minors DNI (seriously), CNC, unprotected (stay protected, folks), slight breeding?, fantasy-filling, language, choking, fingering, SMUT! (If I’m forgetting something, please let me know)

Pairing: JJ Maybank/ fem!Reader

Note: I was told it’s Rudy’s b-day, so I’m posting a JJ smut story! Woo! (Happy Birthday, dude!)

The wooden floorboards cracked under the pressure of my bare feet as I walked to turn off the kitchen light, almost casting the room in darkness. The new LEDs I had installed along the base of the cabinets were the only source of light now. A faint warm glow meant to provide enough of a light for that midnight glass of water. One of my favourite things about the kitchen now, other than cooking.

Checking the clock on the oven, I cringed at the late hour. My parents were going to kill me for showing up late to the bruncheon with them and the Camerons. Some stupid set up between myself and Rafe. Not that my parents ever cared much for my personal interests. I wanted to keep my nose in my books and finish my last two years of college before running off to travel the world. I wasn’t interested in social status or arranged relations.

I sighed, my bangs lifting with my exhale before I leaned back into the kitchen to grab myself a glass of water. If I were honest with myself, I was just avoiding going to bed, and pinching myself for brushing my mother off with a yes to whatever she had been asking. I knew better than to answer her calls while I was studying, yet I did it anyway.

The floorboards cracked again, alerting me to another presence in the kitchen. I widened my eyes, knowing I had been alone in my small house. The block of knives was on the island behind me, but I wasn’t sure how fast I could get one. Maybe they hadn’t noticed me in the kitchen? It would be hard not to with the lights, but if it were an intruder, maybe they were looking for something of value.

I had been wrong.

A warm hand covered my mouth as a heavy weight pushed me into the cabinetry, hot breath heavy against my ear. A muffled scream left my lips, late and totally what they were expecting. The persons other arm was snug across my chest, holding me steady but pinned down. I tried to wiggle out of his grip, push him back or something, but I only heard him inhale as he laughed against my ear.

“Where ya going, baby?” I felt his lips curl in an assumed smirk.

I mumbled aggressively against his warm hand, trying to shake myself loose. How the hell did he get in here? I usually lock up before I turn off the lights, per my routine.

“Wondering how I got in here?” He pulled my head back with the hand still over my mouth, shoving a leg between mine, forcing them open. Angry tears began pooling in my eyes. I blinked to keep them from spilling over, feeling annoyed at myself for getting emotional. “Maybe I’ll tell you, or maybe I’ll keep it to myself so I can visit again.”

He brought his arm down under my breasts and slid his arm back a little to palm at me through my small top. It was easy to do since I was in nothing but a spaghetti top and a pair of underwear. It didn’t mean that I was done fighting, especially now that I knew his intentions.

I was able to get my tongue out enough to lick his hand, the taste of salt hitting my taste buds. “Oh, naughty girl! Too bad for you, I like that,” he purred, that smirk still present on his lips. He nuzzled my cheek for a moment, causing me to try to jerk away, before licking the shell of my ear. “Go ahead, keep struggling, baby. Feel how hard it makes me,” he moved his groin against my ass, forcing the very obviously large cock between my cheeks.

I tried to yell, push back from the counter with my hands, scratch at his arms with my filed down nails, but it only encouraged him. His hand left my mouth only long enough to wrap his now noticeably ringed fingers around my neck. The cool metal of his rings gave me goosebumps compared to his hot hand. I had to close my eyes, trying to force my body to not react to his touch.

“Oh, she likes it!” My eyes flew open at his words. The arm fondling my breast had moved down, caressing my ass beneath my panties, his fingers slipping by his knee to my pussy lips with ease. 

I tried to shake my head. “N-No,” I gasped, still held in his grip.

He leaned over my back, pushing my chest flush against the cold countertops, causing me to gasp. More goosebumps appeared on my skin, but he didn’t care, his fingers had better access now. Easily slipping a finger inside me, he groaned as I ground my teeth together, trying my best to hold in my own moans. 

“I told you, you liked it,” he withdrew his finger before an ill-timed whine escaped my throat. “Don’t worry, cupcake, the night’s still young.” He squeezed my throat a bit harder, cutting off my circulation as he suddenly spun us around. My stomach hit the island just as I felt my panties pool at my feet. “Lift one leg for me,” my attacker demanded, shaking my neck a little as a threat. 

One I was taking seriously. 

I did as I was told before his thigh was back in place between my legs, keeping them apart for him. He gave another harsh squeeze before letting go completely, causing me to inhale and cough as sweet oxygen filled my screaming lungs. I heard some rustling behind me before I heard the familiar sound of a zipper being undone. 

“H-help!” I croaked, coughing as my voice strained to get out.

The sweating hand was clamped around my neck again as he kicked my legs further apart. “You’re going to regret that, cupcake.” His fingers found my pussy lips once more as he roughly shoved three fingers inside me. I grunted at the sudden intrusion, expecting one, but not three of his fingers. He barely moved them before he pulled them free. 

“Oh yeah, you’re ready.” He guided his cock head in between my pussy lips, lubricating himself before pulling back and thrusting up into me as if he were home. My body trembled against him, moan after moan leaving my shameful lips.

Both of his hands came down to my arms, gripping below my elbow as he pulled my arms back with each thrust, gaining a little more access. “Oh fuck,” I whined into the counter, now hovering above it as I felt that familiar tingling making its way into my belly. I was going to come on his cock if he kept up this pace.

As if he knew how close I was, he released my arms to push me flat on the island, one hand on my back to keep me down and the other reaching between us to my clit. He began rubbing agonising circles into the little bud, earning little whines of approval from me. “Come for me, baby,” he demanded.

I was putty in his hands as I came undone a moment later, his hips slowing just the smallest amount as I rode out my high. “That’s it.. cream all over this cock, cupcake. Fuck yes,” he slipped his hands to my hips, driving against me in slow strokes. “I love seeing my cock slip in and out of this dripping pussy, baby. You feel so damn tight.” He groaned against me.

“P-please, stop.” I was still feeling floaty from my own high, not feeling strong enough to fight him off.

“This pussy is just too good to give up. Oh yeah, baby, you’re going to take everything I’ve got tonight.” He pulled out of me, throwing me on my back against the wooden floor before quickly following me down. I whimpered as I tried to scoot away from him, my attempts failing as he grabbed my legs to yank me back to him.

With a single thrust, he was back inside me, going at an unrelenting pace. My legs wrapping around him as I moaned, my body forming to his as if I wanted everything he was giving me. Maybe I did. I couldn’t tell anymore as my ears began ringing, another toe-curling orgasm ripping through me. He silenced me with his lips, soft and salty as he kissed me for the first time that evening. I wanted more.

He pulled away from me, the sounds of skin slapping against skin and loud moaning filling the kitchen. “Fuck, baby, I think I’m going to enjoy filling you up tonight.”

I widened my eyes, realising exactly what he meant. “No! No, you can’t!” I squirmed under him, pushing at his chest.

He placed his hand around my throat again, squeezing as he stared at me with a smirk, “Too late, cupcake.” He snapped his hips into mine a few more times, emptying himself completely inside me. He suddenly crumpled above me, laying his body flat against mine as a chuckle left his lips. “How was that?”

I joined in his laughter, ending the façade. “That was great, J. Thanks for entertaining one of my fantasies.”

“Anytime, cupcake.” He gently rolled off me, getting up to grab paper towels from the counter before helping to clean us up. “Sorry for scaring you in the beginning.”

“It’s alright, I’m glad you didn’t break character and kept going. Totally worth it,” I sat up, looking at him. “How did you get in anyway?” We hadn’t exactly discussed the details or planned this little event. I had only told him the other day about how it had been an intriguing fantasy of mine to have an intruder use me for pleasure. He definitely got some brownie points tonight.

He offered me a hand up, “I unlocked one of the windows.” I took his hand and let him pull me to my feet. “Now, text your parents you’re already seeing someone and you’re not interested in Rafe… and I’ll show you one of my kinks upstairs.”

“Deal.”

[casspurrjoybellbittner]

Wreckless - Just Like Finn

*Warning Adult Content*

Finnegan

Rhys has a coloring book of animals and games.

One of the Power Rangers and one of cars and trucks.

I take that one and we end up on our stomachs, chins on hands, ankles crossed in the air.

I haven't sat in this position in longer than I can remember.

We've been coloring for at least fifteen minutes when he says...

"It's okay if you want to be Finn. Or need to be. I don't mind."

It's not that.

"No, I want to play I just... it's hard sometimes."

"Yeah."

He looks at me and smiles.

"I know. 'Cept for me I go Little at bad times. Sometimes at school during free hour or if the kids are doing an art project I sort of slip up. But I catch it, I'm a good teacher. I can stop. But sometimes it sneaks in."

I bet it does.

"I'd probably mess up at school with kids too. But I wear a suit and work with all grown-ups and I'm really new at being me around other people."

"Well Emmett seems really nice, Finn and now you can practice with me and Quincy. Hey, did you get your tattoo?"

I didn't and now we're leaving soon so I might not.

That sucks.

"No. I wanted it, too."

"I'll make you one," he offers, holding his marker towards me.

"I think we'll get in trouble."

He sits up and very seriously says

"Why? It's washable. See?"

He points to the marker and he's right, it says washable.

"But we can have them for today. I'll do one for you and you can do a bunch for me. Like yours, please? I want arms like you."

By the time Quincy comes up to get Rhys for his nap, I am sporting a new shell and his name on my arm.

He has done most of his left arm himself, he has practically a whole sleeve that he's done as similar to mine as possible.

I've drawn, at his request... Floppy on his right arm along with a bunch of stars and the moon.

We're so engrossed that neither of us hear him come up the stairs and then he bellows

"RHYS."

Rhys jumps up and hides his arms behind his back.

"Hi Quincy."

"What did you do, bunny? Huh?"

"We colored."

"Yeah, I see that. Why don't you show me?"

"It's washable," he announces.

Granted, it's important but I'm guessing Quincy already knows.

Quincy nods a bit.

"Yes, I guess they are. Show me, bunny."

Then he leans out the door and yells down the steps...

"You might want to see this, Emmett."

Rhys slowly presents his arms and he's smiling so wide that even Quincy is having a hard time frowning.

"I'm pretty like Finn. And I have a Floppsy. Finn made it."

"Very cute. Does Floppsy have tattoos too?" he asks.

Good question.

Rhys just laughs.

"No, just me. And Finn. I made him a shell. Show him Finn."

Emmett appears in the doorway as I hold out my arm and then he sees Rhys and his eyes get wide.

"Wow."

I think he's trying not to laugh.

"Luckily it seems to be contained to their arms," Quincy replies.

"Rhys, it is nap time."

"But we not done."

Quincy chuckles.

"Oh, yes you are. That is enough tattoos for anyone. Put everything back in your back-pack."

Rhys immediately starts cleaning up and I help because there are markers everywhere.

"Good boy. Thanks for helping, Finn."

He takes it from Rhys and slings it over his shoulder.

"Now go and use the toilet and then come into our bedroom, bunny."

"Do I get a spanking?"

"Do you want one?"

Rhys just kind of smirks.

He might.

"Milk time," he says.

"Bye Finn. We can play again after nap-time, okay?"

"Okay."

Emmett walks over and offers his hand.

I take it and stand up.

"Time for lunch, you must be starving. I have to admit that you guys were playing so nicely that we didn't want to bother you. I figured you'd come running down the stairs when you got hungry but I guess you were too busy. Come on down. We'll give them some privacy."

I accidentally let my frown out and he laughs.

"Naughty boy... come on."

I end up on a stool and Emmett makes us both sandwiches.

"Can we go in the pool?"

"Sure, this afternoon. Let me get a better look at this shell."

He puts his plate down next to mine and sits.

"Not bad, actually. Is that where you want yours?"

"We don't have time now to get it but yes, I want it right there."

He raises his eyebrows.

Okay, that was whiny.

"I booked you an appointment for tomorrow at eleven. Thought we'd pack up the house and then do it on the way home so you could get as much pool and beach time in as possible."

Oh, he did? 

He didn't forget.

"I like being in the water."

"I know and that's easier without a fresh tattoo."

"You're smart, Em. But we can stay in tomorrow afternoon, right? Or go to the arcade."

But I wanna go to the beach, he's right.

And the tattoo place won't be open Sunday probably.

"I don't know."

"You can decide tomorrow morning, grasshopper. Now, Quincy and I are gonna grill for dinner, how does that sound?"

Yummy.

"I love bar-b-que."

"Me too. Honestly, he's gonna do all the work, wants to thank us for letting them stay and I'm not sure I can grill without burning everything or giving us food poisoning. What I can do is shop. You wanna come with me or stay here and relax? Won't take me long."

I'm barely Finn and if I go outside with people I'll have a hard time.

"I'll stay and watch a cartoon, okay?"

"Absolutely. I'll get you all hooked up before I go. What's your favorite food off the grill?"

"Hamburgers."

They're the best. 

"With cheese."

"Hamburgers and cheese, it is."

I hop onto the couch and he drapes a blanket over me and turns on the cartoon channel.

"And I want 'roni salad please, it's yummy."

"Roni? Macaroni, you got it. I will look for it."

"Thank you, Em."

He leans over and kisses my forehead when he gives me the remote.

"Be a good boy while I'm gone."

"I will."

[hillsandpoon]

The Sudoku Book - Short story

I wrote this story about 7 years ago it's part of a set of three. Not quite sure what I was thinking about or the reasons why but I don't think I did a bad job?

OK so it's no match for Messrs Dahl, Fleming or Conan-Doyle nor is it going to win the Pulitzer or Booker prizes but there is always scope and hope.

Hope you enjoy it and please leave feedback if you could be so kind.

I lie on the plastic sun bed by the pool as crisp as a red tomato it creaks in protest as I adjust my position with too much rich food and cheap alcohol the reason to blame. Factor 8 daubed carelessly all over my body, my hair lightening rapidly in the sunlight from the first week of my 2 week vacation. Sunglasses balanced on my head in a precarious position. Somewhat bored now of the seriously desperate although mildly amusing shag, marry or kill game which has kept my mind largely occupied thus far.

Let’s face it there could have been some very lucky ladies this week if only they knew the results of my thoughts (wry smile) but now I’ve actually resorted to scraping the bottom of the barrel in desperation and I’m currently filling in numbers haphazardly in my new Sudoku book

Sitting alone trying to get comfortable, my towel covered in body sweat trickling down my back like a waterfall from the intense Greek sun or is it the Greek sun isn’t the sun the same everywhere? Why do people say Greek sun or Spanish sun or Mexican sun there is only one it’s surely the same for all?  It’s dilemma after dilemma though does that number 4 go there in the middle or in the top right corner? My mind relaxing for a moment and then a thought enters my head “Oh god did I remember to turn the boiler off before I left home”? Thinking I can’t actually do much about it now as several uncontrollable beads of sweat falls from my face and land in the middle of the page of my Sudoku book.

So if the 6 goes there and the 1 goes there where does the 7 need to go? I ask myself as an old lady hauls herself out of the pool, loses her footing and falls back in creating a splash which splashes my legs providing me with some entertainment and respite from this sweltering heat I kick my legs for some reason to remove the excess and think to myself why do people bother to dry off as the heat of the sun will have them dried off in 2 minutes anyway.

Suddenly there is movement as some new blood arrives and the shag, marry kill game is reinstated briefly at least for now. Two women appear in near matching striped bikinis with their hair tied back and faces shadowed by brimmed hats both armed with those big daft Longchamp bags tossed in a carefree manner over their shoulders.

The game is on is it sisters? Is it two friends? or is it a mother and daughter? I get curious and for now Sudoku is the last thing on my mind. Sunglasses are lowered, belly fat sucked in, fingers quickly run through damp hair, a quick innocuous self breath test with the cupped hand as they head towards me and place their towels on two nearby sun beds and start to make them selves comfortable and place the big daft shoulder bags under their sun beds.

By now naughty scenarios play in my mind and I just adjust my shorts just in case they look over at the handsome man with sunglasses on, taking a seriously unhealthy interest in what they are doing. Women never look like this at home I think to myself why do they both look like sure fire shags and that a holiday ménage et trios with a mother and daughter would be very nice.

All of the sudden the silence is broken by a chirpy male scouse voice shouting “Karen, Becky, do you want drinks girls?” I look over and across by the bar are their partners one donned in a Liverpool shirt and one in a Tranmere Rovers shirt.

The ladies respond in kind replying in a broad scouse dialect “Yes please Dave” and shout their orders over to what obviously are their partners and for me the moment of hope of a holiday romance is over again, totally extinguished and my hopes dashed.

Sunglasses up, belly relaxed, hair tousled, Sudoku book picked up again and in taking that action more sweat runs down my face and back but this time I use my towel to take the worse of the sweat off. I move my knees up and create a table again to rest my book before getting back into puzzle mode. There are more big decisions to be made. Does the 8 go there and if that is the case where does the 9 go it can’t go in that row because there is a 9 there already?

As a final insult as the two luckiest guys currently in the world bring the drinks over to their partners I overhear one say to the other in a Bootle brogue voice “I think we’ve picked the wrong hotel mate it’s so lifeless that fella there has resorted to doing Sudoku” before the four of them burst into a chorus of giggles and chuckles at my expense.

At which point I suddenly realise that Sudoku is in so many ways actually very similar to life just a load of jumbled and pointless numbers you have little or no chance of ever working out and with that I decide to return to my room to cool off and as I pass the wasp ridden waste bin tentatively the Sudoku book is discarded finding a new place to reside in the great dustbin of life.

[southparksimulation]

SIM-ulation Tweek: Part 12

Well, it was bound to happen eventually. While Tweek was trying his hardest to enjoy the festival and make some lasting friendships, a certain whirlwind of chaos appeared on the scene. 

And he immediately attacked every snow angel and igloo he could find.  Eh. I guess that’s not too terrible. This kid’ll have to turn up the heat if he wants to be on the same level as the real Eric Cartman.

Yes! Like plotting diamond heists with your cat! Now THATS a SIMulated Cartman!

Still, Tweek managed to finally have some fun right at the end of the festival, despite Cartman’s sudden appearance.

He and his new friends had a good time hanging out by the iconic disgusting rotted tractor. Tetanus-y!

But the best part by far was when he made a big ol’ snowman with Craig and Kyle. I guess Tweek managed to make some good friends after all!

That pool though... Maybe a dog bone wasn’t the best shape idea, maxis.

What is this SIM-ulation??

[the-iceni-bitch]

*nicely screaming for Lloyd* 📢

Alright, more of our two crazy exhibitionists for you guys.

Warnings for aftermath of violence and murder, mentions of sex work, public nudity, these two are freaks, implied future public sexy times, no minors!

Lloyd frowned as he wiped the blood off his hands while he stepped away from the body, nodding at Curtis and Lance as they moved to start cleaning up after the not insignificant mess he had made. That had taken a little longer than he had intended, and now he was going to be late.

“Make sure you pay Marie for the work Angie is gonna miss because of this asshole.” The door opened and he let his face soften when you walked in, smiling at you when you flounced towards him with a huff and pouted like there wasn’t a maimed body ten feet away. “Ma pie, you look beautiful.”

“Thank you, we have to go though, mon grand.” You whined when he reached out to cup your cheek, leaning into his touch and twirling the hem of your skirt through your fingers. “I wanna spend all night dancing with you.”

“Coquine, I want that too, I gotta clean up, though.” He chuckled when you gave him another bratty huff, kissing your forehead while you gave him a sullen glare through your lashes. “C’mon, don’t you want me to look good while I touch you in front of the whole fucking club? I know you do.” Lloyd cupped your cheek and cooed when you nodded for him. “You wearing your present, ma chatounette?”

“Yes, mon loup.” You preened when he let out a soft growl and stepped closer to you, trying not to press your body into his since he was still covered in blood.

“Show me.” His command was gentle, but the way his hand slid down to curl around your throat and give it a soft squeeze was making you feel faint.

You bit your lip and giggled softly as you slid the straps of your dress down your arms until it was pooled around your waist, Lloyd squeezing your neck tighter and groaning appreciatively at the sight of the diamond covered bars that were running through your nipples. He didn’t even notice the thud of Lance dropping the body and cursing to himself while he tried to pick it back up, Curtis admonishing the man that he must have a fucking death wish if he’s actually dumb enough to look at you before rushing him out of the room.

“Pretty, pretty girl.” Lloyd was looking at you like he was going to eat you, it was making you throb. “And so naughty, nothing under your dress? That’s gonna make it so much easier for me to fuck you right on the dance floor. Gonna buy your even more sparkly things if you let me stick it in that tight little ass.”

“Hmm, those earrings from Tiffany’s?” You squealed when he nodded and tried to climb into his arms, huffing when he held you off and cooed about not messing up your dress. “Mon homme, I’ll let you do it now, I want those earrings.”

“Mm-mm, you know I like having an audience.” He slid his hands down and cupped your breasts, running his thumbs over your nipples and making you moan as he kept teasing you. “Go on, cherie, you go drink and dance with kitten and that hellcat, and I’ll be there soon to split you open and make you scream so loud on my big cock, Appuzzo is going to seriously consider banning us from his club.”

[avanatural]

Unconventional

Summary: Dean and Y/N are on their very first vacation together. Unfortunately, Dean forgot his swim trunks at home. Y/N finds an alternative that leads to some fun for both of them.

Pairing: Dean x female Reader

Category: Smut, fluff, angst, 18+

Word count: 5.6k

Warnings: Spoilers for the season 15 finale, explicit sexual content, some dom!Dean, oral sex (both male and female receiving), 69, penetrative sex, unprotected sex (wrap it up!), choking, cum shot, cursing, the Rhonda Hurley story

Square filled: Wedding @spnmixedbingo​ 

A/N: This story contains smut! Do not read if you are under the age of 18! I wrote this for @all-alone-he-turns-to-stone​‘s Make-Me-Horny challenge. Congratulations again on reaching this wonderful milestone ❤ I hope you like my contribution to your challenge! 😊 In the gif that I received, the man has longer hair. So, I decided to let Dean grow out his hair for this fic 😉 You can see the gif in the according scene down below. Dividers by the talented @talesmaniac89​ 😊

Dean Winchester Masterlist

SPN Mixed Bingo 2021 Masterlist

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“Find anything?”, Dean asked, his gravelly voice bouncing off of the hotel room walls.

“Yup,” Y/N replied, kicking the door shut with her sandal-clad foot. She was holding a paper bag, her eyes twinkling with a hint of amusement. “They didn’t have a lot of variety, so… Don’t get mad.”

He arched an eyebrow at her, snatching the shopping bag from her hand. After taking a single look inside, his face was quick to fall. “What’s that supposed to be?”

“The only ‘swim trunks’ I could find. Look, it sucks that you forgot yours, Dean, but these will have to do unless you wanna keep skinny dipping.”

A sly, nostalgic smile made Dean’s lips curve upward. Him and Y/N had gone skinny dipping in the ocean the other night. The waves had rippled around their wet, grinding bodies. That memory was going to be imprinted in his mind forever.

This was their first actual vacation together. Unfortunately, he’d forgotten his swim trunks at home.

After their last hunt, Dean and Y/N had decided to take a break. They needed space from that one case that had almost killed Dean Winchester for good. As he’d stood there, impaled on a nail in a run-down barn, he’d sworn to his girl that if he survived, he was going to take her to the beach. He was going to make up for all the quality time they’d already lost while hunting.

After that last hunt, they’d first taken a lengthy break at home, just spending time together around the bunker. A break during which Dean’s body had healed, his hair had grown out, and his love for Y/N had blossomed like a sea of wild roses. Getting to look at her face every day after waking up, knowing there was no impending death, no injuries awaiting them, truly felt like heaven.

And now, here they were, on a cheap, but nonetheless beautiful vacation.

“I don’t mind skinny dipping,” Dean husked.

His voice sent a shiver down Y/N’s spine. “Neither do I,” she replied with a smile, “But I think the families down by pool might. So, what’s it gonna be?”

Dean pulled the small heap of black fabric from the shopping bag – tiny swim trunks that looked like a g-string for men. He could already feel the material disappear between his butt cheeks just by looking at it. “It’s not gonna make much of a difference if I wear this or nothin’. Do I look like the kinda guy who would wear this? Seriously?”

Y/N dug her teeth into her lower lip to contain herself, but she couldn’t stop her mouth from spilling the beans. “Well… You did tell me about Rhonda Hurley.”

Dean froze, looking like his soul was leaving his body. “Wh- What- When?”

“We got crazy drunk that one night, remember? You were starting to feel better after…” Y/N took a breath and tried to ban the image of Dean almost dying from her mind. “And we told each other all kinds of naughty secrets.”

Suddenly, it dawned on the emerald-eyed hunter. After what had felt like a hundred shots of Whisky, he’d told Y/N about trying on Rhonda’s pink, tiny panties at the delicate age of 19. He had told Y/N how much he’d loved wearing them. His ears and cheeks heated up as he remembered.

“Hey… I’m sorry,” Y/N said, not wanting her boyfriend to be embarrassed, “I wouldn’t have brought that up if I’d known it was gonna make you uncomfortable.” She stepped forward, taking his free hand in hers. His hands used to be hard and calloused. Now that he didn’t hunt, they were soft and more welcoming than ever. “And I wouldn’t have bought those trunks if I didn’t wanna see them on you.”

“You…” Dean’s eyebrows twirled in an insecure dance. “You wanna see them on me?”

Y/N shrugged, a tiny grin spreading on her lips. “I like seeing as much of your body as I can.”

He rolled his eyes playfully, a smirk tugging at the corners of his mouth. Y/N knew just how to draw him in, and he loved it. “So… If I was to… Try these on…” Dean carefully held up his finger, the trunks dangling from it. “You’d like that?”

She nodded her head, her Y/E/C orbs pinning him down with a sultry gaze.

Dean narrowed his eyes at her. “You’re not messin’ with me, are you?”

“No.”

“Y/N…”

“I’m not,” she vowed, holding up her free hand.

“Huh.” He looked at the piece of fabric that was hanging on his finger, a sense of excitement coursing through his body. There would be no harm in trying them on, would there? “I, uh… Wait here, okay?”

“Okay.” Y/N let go of Dean’s hand, watching as he slowly retreated to the bathroom.

He walked backwards with a shaky smile, looking both excited and nervous, almost tripping over his own feet. He sent Y/N a quick wink before shutting the door.

The sound of the door knob being turned caught Y/N’s attention, making her look up from her suitcase. She had just changed into her little bikini, hoping for Dean to at least join her in one of the outdoor jacuzzis.

When he stepped out of the bathroom, Y/N’s jaw dropped, her lips parting involuntarily. Her brain stopped working for a second. Dean was like sex on two gorgeous bowlegs.

His upper body was a perfect combination of firm and soft, his freckles standing out even more after having spent a few days in the sun. His torso was glistening deliciously, the heat creating a sheen of sweat on his tanned skin. Not to mention the trunks didn’t do anything to conceal his impressive cock. His length was straining against the black bottoms, leaving absolutely nothing to the imagination.

Dean stopped in his tracks as well, his jaw tightening, his eyes glued to his half naked girlfriend. He took in all of her body – her face, her breasts, her legs. He still couldn’t wrap his mind around the fact that this stunning woman was his partner.

The two of them ravaged each other with their gazes. Their minds filled with all the dirty things they wanted to do to each other. Until Y/N cleared her throat, breaking their lustful trance.

“I think it’s safe to say we’re not leaving this room for another couple hours,” Dean determined. His jade eyes held a primal glimmer.

“You sure we should risk another noise complaint?”, Y/N inquired, taking a few faltering steps back. Her boyfriend looked ready to pounce, making her insides tingle with excitement.

“Let ‘em complain all they want,” Dean grunted, suddenly taking off to chase after her.

She squealed, her instincts making her jump out of his grip. Her attempt to get away was weak though, probably due to the fact that she wanted nothing more than to be caught by her chiseled, long-haired lover.

Dean secured his arms around her, pressing his front to her back. He trapped her against his chest, turned on by the familiar feeling of her skin against his.

Y/N could feel his dick stir against her ass and pushed back against him. The way he growled against her neck made her clench around nothing. She needed him inside her. 

One of Dean’s arms remained around her torso, while his other hand went to her groin. He snaked his fingers into the front of Y/N’s bottoms, greeted by her slick folds. “Who would’ve guessed that little piece of fabric was gonna get you this wet?”, he breathed into her ear.

Y/N’s eyes fluttered. His puffy lips against her ear drove her wild. “Fuck me, Dean.”

His hot breath fanned across her sweaty skin. He was straining against his bottoms. The soft material felt incredible against his member. The only sensation that was going to feel better was burying himself in Y/N’s wet heat. “As you wish.”

She squealed again as Dean scooped her up in his arms. He carried her bridal style to their queen size bed and dropped her onto the mattress. 

Y/N laughed freely, happy giggles easily tumbling out of her mouth. She had never been as happy as she was when she was around Dean Winchester. He was her partner in crime, her savior, her best friend. His name was carved into her heart forever.

Once Y/N was resting comfortably on the hard mattress, she stared up at Dean wide-eyed. He looked like a powerful, aroused, muscular God as he climbed onto the bed. If her mind hadn’t been such a sexual, incoherent mess, she might have considered taking a picture.

Dean knelt between her thighs. He held onto her knees and slowly, sensually, pushed them apart to make more space for himself. His deep green eyes focused on her body, most of which the bikini did a terrible job at hiding – much to his liking.

With a devilish smirk on his lips, he began tugging Y/N’s bottoms down her thighs. She lifted her legs to help him rid her of the fabric. As he peeled the bottoms off all the way, one of her feet remained on his shoulder. Dean then flung the material to the floor in a single, fluid movement.

With her foot resting on his shoulder, she was opened up nicely for him. Dean’s eyes darkened at the sight of Y/N’s bare pussy. He could almost taste how ready she was for him.

“You look so fucking hot right now,” he mumbled.

“You should see yourself,” Y/N retorted, dragging her lower lip out between her teeth. Her eyes went to Dean’s member that was pushing impatiently against his tiny trunks.

He didn’t miss the way she was admiring the view and glanced down at his own dick. “You’re really into that, huh?”

Y/N reached behind her back, opening her bikini top with a simple flick of her wrist. “Aren’t you?”

“Feels awesome,” he admitted, his previous doubt long forgotten. Dean knew that he was safe with Y/N. No matter what he was into, she was never going to make fun of him. A sudden surge of gratitude overcame him, mixed with a grain of sadness. He’d almost died, back in that barn. Dean hated the idea of leaving Y/N behind. Of not being able to experience this kind of bliss with her anymore. Not being able to show her how he felt about her.

“Hey,” Y/N’s voice interrupted his train of thought, “You okay, babe?”

Dean smiled at her. One look into her caring eyes, and his feeling of gratitude defeated his sadness. “Gotta taste you,” he grunted. Holding Y/N’s thighs down, he bent over and brushed his nose against her clit.

Her muscles twitched in response, the tiny touch making her crave more. Dean had a way of turning her on with the simplest, smallest of touches.

Dean straightened his tongue and licked a stripe from Y/N’s entrance up to her clit.

“Mhh, Dean… Please.”

He smirked against her wetness, reveling in the fact that she was already begging him. He pushed the tip of his tongue against her clit, gently circling it a few times.

Just as Y/N was certain he was going to work his magic, he pulled away and pressed kisses to her inner thighs instead. She tossed her head back against the mattress, already frustrated. Not that the trail of kisses on her legs didn’t feel good – it felt amazing. Dean’s lips were so plump, so soft. His growing beard rubbed against her skin, leaving a delicious burn. God, how she loved that beard of his.

Y/N’s hands went to his hair again, feeling the long strands between her fingers. She loved his hair. At first, Dean had insisted that he was just too lazy to go out and get it cut. But Y/N knew that he had grown to like his longer hair just as much as she had. After all this time of teasing Sam about his hair, the older Winchester had finally succumbed to letting his own mane grow in all its natural beauty.

Dean delivered a bite to Y/N’s flesh, sinking his teeth into her inner leg. She moaned, curling her hands around his hair and tugging. 

He groaned, loving the feeling of his hair being pulled. The sting made him feel alive. To reward his girl, he latched onto her clit, closing his lips around the nub and sucking softly.

She sighed happily, hooking her legs around his wide shoulders. As Dean started to suck harder on her clit, she rolled her hips against his face. He moaned in response, sending vibrations through her lower body. In moments like these, he lived just to please her.

Prying her knees apart, Dean freed himself from the grip that Y/N’s legs had on him. He caught his breath for a second, almost feeling high from pleasuring her. His lips were coated with her juices, making him want to never stop. He suggestively licked his mouth, making sure that Y/N could see how much he enjoyed the taste of her.

Dean dove back in, this time pushing his tongue inside her. In the meantime, his thumb applied pressure to her clit. The sounds she released were angelic, making Dean wonder if he had indeed died and gone to heaven. If he somehow managed to end up in heaven, he wanted to experience this exact moment in a never-ending loop.

Staring up at her through his thick eyelashes, he observed Y/N intently, refusing to miss a single one of her facial expressions. He wanted to see every twitch of her brow, every curl of her lips, every glimmer in her eyes.

“Dean!”

The way she cried out his name was sweet music to his ears. Turned on beyond belief, he started to grind his manhood against the mattress.

Y/N’s fingers clawed at his hair, at the back of his head. Her back arched, pushing her lower regions even closer to his face. 

Dean took the opportunity to close his lips around her clit again. He alternated between sucking and licking, driving his girlfriend crazy.

“Dean... Just like that. I’m so close!” Y/N’s body subconsciously squirmed away from his grip, the pleasure almost too much to bear.

Instead of giving her what she so desperately needed, Dean smirked deviously. He pulled away entirely, sitting up on his knees and brushing his damp hair back. He then delivered a sudden slap to her pussy.

Y/N gasped loudly and stared up at the ceiling, huffing in frustration. “You’re gonna be the death of me, Winchester,” she complained under her breath.

A low laugh rumbled through Dean’s chest. He slapped her pussy again, watching her body jerk with pleasure. He just loved teasing her, taking his time with her, turning them both on to the point where all they could do was behave like animals in heat. “Come on.” Dean gently patted her thigh. “Want you to sit on my face.”  

Y/N hummed, smiling to herself. That sounded like a wonderful idea. She pushed herself up while Dean laid back against the pillows. Facing his lower body, she threw her leg over him, her dripping core hovering right above his handsome face. Her bikini top was hanging from her torso, having slipped out of position. She quickly pulled it off and flung it across the room, leaving her entirely naked.

Dean’s enormous hands came to rest on her thighs, pulling her down on him. The tip of his nose scraped against her sensitive clit again, making her shiver. His hot breath teased her, making her impatience grow to an insufferable level. 

She knew it was her turn to make him squirm – payback.

Y/N palmed him through his bottoms, receiving a guttural grunt from him. She then hooked her fingers into the black material and started to push it down his bowlegs. 

Dean aided her by planting his feet on the bed and lifting his ass, making it possible for her to take off the tight pair of swim trunks. His heavy cock hit his stomach with a satisfying slap, fully erect. A drop of pre-cum was already dripping down his shaft.

Bending down, Y/N didn’t hesitate to take the leaking head of Dean’s hard dick into her mouth. 

His body twitched, a quiet whoa leaving his lips. 

She smiled around his member and swallowed him down, letting him hit the back of her throat. Humming, she tasted his pre-cum, enjoying the salty flavor.

“Fuck, Y/N…,” Dean groaned, digging his short finger nails into her thighs. His voice was muffled by her pussy. He cussed some more, letting the stifled profanities slip from his lips as his girlfriend worked him over. He then caught her clit between his lips, giving it a few firm strokes of his tongue.

“Oh my God, Dean...” As she moaned for him, his cock slid out of her mouth. Her hand made up for it by lazily curling around his length, pumping him while she ground herself on his face.

Dean swirled his tongue around her delicate nub and pushed one of his thick fingers into her opening. It slipped inside so easily, so smoothly, that he felt the need to add another.

A sinful whine escaped Y/N’s parted lips as Dean stretched her open with his fingers. She took his manhood into her mouth again, sucking on the velvety tip. She playfully dipped her tongue into the slit, loving the way Dean started to writhe under her administrations, grunting against her heat. There was nothing better than having this tall, strong man at her mercy. She started to bob her head, using her hand to stroke what she couldn’t fit into her mouth.

An abrupt gasp left her lips when Dean’s hand landed on her butt in a sharp slap. He cupped the globes of her ass in his hands, squeezing her flesh. He loved her body so much, he couldn’t contain himself. Dean smiled against her soaking entrance and slapped her ass again, using both of his palms. He then hooked his arms around her legs. Trapping her in his hold, he indulged in her wetness like a starved man.

Their lovemaking turned into a competition. Who could make the other give up first? Who would be first to send their partner into the orgasmic spiral of bliss?

Gently, Dean scraped his teeth against her bundle of nerves and pulled it back into his mouth, suckling on it until she couldn’t hold back anymore. Y/N squirmed on top of him, held in place by his powerful grasp.

His hard member slipped out of her mouth again. She was losing the fight. “Dean… I can’t… I can’t focus,” she stuttered, letting her forehead rest against his thigh. Her body went limp, shivering with pleasure. She surrendered to him. The rubber band was pulled further and further until it finally snapped. All the tension was released at once, making her toes curl, making her voice scream his name. She felt every wave of pleasure, every twitch of her muscles, every spark of euphoria.

As she climaxed above him, Dean hummed in victory. He kept lapping away at her pussy, not wanting to miss a single drop of her sweetness.

Y/N was breathing heavily, feeling like she’d just been struck by Cupid’s arrow. Tired and satisfied, she pushed herself up into a seated position.

Dean let go of her and grinned to himself as she climbed off of him with trembling legs.

Exhausted, Y/N fell back against the mattress.

Dean laughed, his face shining with mischief as he crawled on top of her. “Good?”

“You know damn well that was better than good,” she muttered in between labored breaths.

Dean laughed again, just as pleased with her response as she was with his skills. Leaning over her, he attached his lips to her pulse point, showering it with damp kisses.

Y/N moaned, running her hands up his back. His muscles rolled and moved under her touch. His distinct scent and his signature warmth overtook her senses, hitting her like a sweet hurricane. She felt safe, pinned to the mattress by his strong body.

Dean licked a stripe across the side of her neck and bit her earlobe. “Wanna fuck you so bad,” he rasped.

“Then what are you waiting for?” With zero patience left, she challenged Dean, tearing him away from her neck by his hair.

The sting made him groan. When his eyes locked on hers, they darkened, holding an animalistic sparkle. With a possessive grunt, he took a hold of her thighs and pinned them to the bed, opening her up to him. He didn’t break eye contact with her as he pushed the tip of his dick through her dripping entrance.

Dean pushed his forehead against hers as he drove himself into her, inch by inch. They watched each other intently, communicating their longing for each other without a single word. 

Y/N stared up at him in awe, consumed by the proximity, the anticipation, the stretch. Once he was buried to the hilt, her pussy clenched around him, making him release a deep, content sigh against her lips. He lifted one of her thigs and hooked it around his waist, leaving a hot handprint on her flesh.

“You’re perfect,” he declared hoarsely, his plump mouth brushing hers.

A fresh swell of desire rose inside Y/N’s chest. His devotion to her, his sincerity, it made her want to cry, to smile, to scream at the top of her lungs how much she needed him.

“Fuck me, Dean,” she whispered, watching his pupils dilate, the forest green color of his irises disappearing almost entirely.

He couldn’t take it anymore, couldn’t wait any longer. Dean responded by delivering his first thrust. 

She groaned loudly, digging the heel of her foot into the curve of his lower back.

“You’re so tight around my cock,” he breathed, hiding his face in the crook of her neck. He felt every inch of her hot pussy as he slowly dragged his hard dick out of her. With one sharp push, he buried himself inside her again.

Y/N arched her back, hooking her arms under his armpits and grasping his protruding shoulder blades in her hands. She sighed happily as Dean repeated his calculated movements. Slowly pulling out, harshly thrusting back into her. Leisurely dragging himself out, roughly slamming back in. Together, they found a perfect rhythm. 

Y/N’s back straightened and curved in accordance with his thrusts. She lifted her legs and dug both heels of her feet into his ass, begging him to keep going. To keep loving her.

“Faster, Dean,” she whined, needing more. Needing all of him.

“Mhh, so desperate for me,” he taunted, pushing his dick into her as deep as he could go. Without pulling out, he rolled his hips, his swollen tip bumping mercilessly into her g-spot. Grinding against her, he refrained from speeding up his movements just yet.

“Oh, fuck,” Y/N sang, her hands coming up to clutch his long hair again. She was certain now – Dean Winchester was going to be the death of her. “Don’t stop. Don’t stop,” she rambled.

Deep, breathy grunts emerged from the back of Dean’s throat. He shut his eyes tightly, reveling in her tightness, her wetness, her lust. He could feel the drops of sweat running down the side of his neck, down his hair, dripping onto Y/N’s body. As he opened his eyes again, his hand came up to cover her throat, his fingers squeezing just slightly.

Y/N bit her lower lip. Feeling the pressure of Dean’s massive hand around her throat made her feel like she was falling into a bottomless well of arousal. The raw possessiveness in his eyes, the green and golden specks of greed, turned her on beyond belief.

Dean could clearly see the desire on her face. His lips stretched into a knowing smirk. He leaned down and kissed her, his fingers looped securely around her throat. “I wasn’t the only one who spilled his secrets that night,” he whispered into her ear, his mouth tickling the sensitive shell.

Y/N shuddered at the low, seductive sound of his voice. During their drunken night together, Dean had told her about Rhonda. In return, she had told him how she liked a possessive partner. How a hand on her throat made her feel not only wanted, but also secure, safe. While out on hunts, she would never allow anyone to touch her throat, let alone squeeze it. But having someone she trusted with her life, someone who had her best interest at heart, grab her throat was a huge turn on in the bedroom. The weight of a hand that meant no harm, that wanted her to feel good, it gave her the chance to let go. To give away control. To turn a deadly gesture into an intimate, loving one.

If there was anyone in this crazy whirlwind of a world she trusted, it was Dean Winchester.

Y/N purred from deep within her chest as Dean squeezed her throat and claimed her lips. Their kiss was rushed, passionate, dirty. Their tongues met, battling to gain the upper hand. 

Finally giving her what she wanted, he picked up his pace, jamming his length into her soaking core. A satisfied gasp left Y/N’s occupied lips. It gave Dean the opportunity to plunge his tongue into her mouth and win their flaming battle for dominance.

The bed creaked with Dean’s forceful, rapid movements. His low moans mingled with Y/N’s groans of pleasure. His long fingers remained around her throat while his free hand tangled in her Y/H/C hair.

When Y/N cried out, his hand wandered from her throat to her mouth. The warm skin of his palm covered her pink, kiss-swollen lips. Dean shushed her, his nose grazing her cheekbone. “You hear that?”, he asked, his voice nothing but a breath, “Listen to how wet you are.”

A shudder overwhelmed Y/N’s body. His hand on her mouth combined with his words in her ear sent powerful sparks of arousal through her entire being. Her body continued rocking in perfect sync with Dean’s movements, but she went silent, listening closely. Indeed, it was audible how soaking wet she was for him. She could hear the obscene squelching sound as her heat engulfed Dean’s dick over and over again.

Then suddenly, he tilted his hips just right and threw her straight into another climax. Her eyelids dropped and her stifled grunts escaped through Dean’s fingers on her lips.

Hissing at how she tightened around him, he pulled his hand back and rolled his hips harshly into her g-spot. “That’s right. Moan for me, Sweetheart.” He helped her ride out her orgasm, praising her for being such a perfect match to him. “Fuck, you feel so good wrapped around my cock. So good...”

His name left her mouth a few more times before she fell back against the bed in a heap of limp body parts. Dean was still thrusting his length into her, chasing his own high, nearing his end.

“Your turn,” Y/N murmured sleepily into his ear and kissed his neck. She caught some skin between her lips and sucked a mark into his throat. She knew how much her boyfriend loved being marked up by her. “Are you gonna come for me, baby?”

Dean groaned wantonly as she sucked on his skin. His hips faltered as he felt himself get impossibly harder. “Fuck. Yes.”

“Are you gonna come all over me? Mark me up?”

Dean’s member twitched so hard, he thought he was going to pass out. He forced himself to pull out of Y/N, leaving the comfort of her dripping folds.

She was quick to take his warm dick into her hand, jerking him fast. They could both hear the wet, sloppy sounds that rang out on every upstroke of her hand.

The muscles in Dean’s abdomen clenched. He fought to keep his eyes open, to watch Y/N as she pleasured him. His brow creased as he felt his balls tighten, his release rising to the surface. Soon after, Dean called out her name, observing as white streams of pleasure erupted from his member, coating her breasts and her stomach.

“Oh, wow,” Y/N chuckled, impressed by the amount of cum he was covering her with. His white fluid dripped down her hand, down his shaft. The viscid drops landed everywhere, on her nipples, her belly button, her thighs. She collected a few droplets on her fingertip and sucked on it, tasting him.

Dean’s body jerked as he pushed the last of his release out onto her pussy with a long, heavy groan. His chest moved up and down with rapid breaths. “Holy shit,” he croaked, entirely spent, sitting back on his feet, “I need water.”

“Got’cha.” Y/N got up on wobbly knees and crawled over to the bedside table. After handing Dean a bottle of water, she pulled a few tissues from the tissue box on the nightstand.

Dean gulped down a few generous sips of water, his mind hazy from their intense lovemaking. He watched with hooded eyes as Y/N wiped his cum off of her breasts and stomach. God, he adored her. Most of the time, she didn’t even know how sexy she was.

Y/N was resting comfortably on Dean’s broad chest. Biting her lower lip, she absentmindedly circled his nipple with her finger. The pink nub grew harder under her touch. “Let’s get married,” she muttered, the skin of her face sticking to Dean’s sweaty chest.

His body froze, and he glanced down at her with skepticism. He couldn’t deny the tiny rush of hope that vibrated through his chest, but this kind of request was incredibly out of character. Not just for Y/N, but any hunter, really. “What?”  

She pulled back, ensuring that she could look him in the eye. “Let’s get married,” she repeated.

Dean’s eyes bounced back and forth between her facial features, trying to figure out her intentions. “Are you kidding? Because I seriously can’t tell right now.”

“Would I joke about something like that?” She rested her chin on his chest, contemplating whether she should take her request back. Was it too late to kiss him and pretend she never said anything? Judging by the serious expression on Dean’s face, it was. But if there was any chance for them to live a normal, married life one day, she would be damned to let that opportunity go.

“You wanna marry? Me?”

“No, Brad Pitt. Of course, I wanna marry you,” she blurted despite the rush of anxiety that dashed through her veins, “I love you, Dean.”

Dean’s brow wrinkled. He was still getting used to hearing those words from her. Before the barn incident, before his almost-death, they had refrained from using that phrase. Out of fear, out of cowardice. Whenever Y/N said that she loved him now, Dean felt like he was born again, like he had a second chance at life.

“I love you, too,” he replied, his voice merely a breath. He still had to work on his declarations of love, he knew that. But every time he told her he loved her, he felt those words so intensely that it terrified him.

“I’m not gonna pressure you into anything,” Y/N clarified, “I just want you to know that I like the idea of us getting married. It doesn’t have to be now. Or ever, if you don’t want to. To be with you is what I want, married or not.”

Dean took a moment to think. To imagine Y/N wearing a white, unafforable dress. To picture himself in a tux, his hair gelled back, waiting for her to walk down the aisle. Their families and friends sitting on beautiful benches, wearing fancy clothes, eagerly watching the couple as they struggled to recount their vows. It didn’t seem right. It wasn’t who they were. He couldn’t see it.

His eyes narrowed in concentration as his mind took a turn to a simpler mental image. Him and Y/N grinning widely, stumbling into a chapel in Vegas. Neither of them wearing anything elegant or expensive – just them in their regular clothes, with their regular banter and their regular cheap booze. The only thing extraordinary about them was their immense unconditional love for each other.

“Let’s do it,” Dean agreed after a few minutes of utter silence.

Her eyes locked on him in disbelief. She had already been waiting for his rejection. “You sure?”

“I’m sure,” he agreed, “I would be insane not to lock this down.” He smacked her ass, earning himself a heartfelt giggle from Y/N. “Let’s go to Vegas.”

She hummed in reply. “You gonna go down on one knee?” She playfully arched an eyebrow at him.

“No way, Sweetheart. You were the one who proposed to me. Let’s make sure to remember that.”

She laughed, her heart about ready to burst with excitement. Did she really just propose to her boyfriend? “Oh, I see, you’ll use that to stroke your own ego, huh?”  

Dean chuckled and pecked her lips. He was definitely going to brag about how this knockout of a woman had asked him to marry her. Because deep down, he still thought she was way out of his league. How he had gotten so lucky, he had no damn clue. 

“I think we have this whole thing backwards,” he stated, kissing the crown of her head, “Isn’t the honeymoon supposed to happen after the wedding?”

Y/N shrugged. “We’ve always been a little unconventional.”

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[bibblelevi]

there's one punishment that levi loathes above all others: the chastity cage. you only use it when he's been especially bad, and it will fix up his behavior for at least half a month after. before you put it on him you make a point to gag him, so that all he can do is mewl and whine while you put it on him with the most pitiful look on his face.

Oh no……… my fingers… just started moving…. and wouldnt stop….

Warnings for cock cages/chastity, punishment, begging, orgasm denial, gag, restraints, crying, dom/sub undertones, edgeplay, mommy kink at the end, some degradation, femdom, subby Levi, implied afab! Reader

It starts off the way it always does: heavy petty and making out, until one of you breaks and starts pawing at the other’s waistband.

You have him on the bed, his wrists restrained above his head, the slack completely removed from the ropes. His body is completely stretched out, and his pale torso glows from sweat, cheeks a deep shade of pink.

“Fuck, fuck, fuck— “ he curses. He undulates his hips as your hand continues the same torturous up and down motion around his cock. So fucking slow. Keeping him right there. “I’m gonna come, I’m gonna, no— “

A frustrated huff leaves his lips when your hand leaves his cock, instead dropping lower. Your thumb traces his round balls, which are turning purple from fullness, a darker hue than his dripping cock.

He catches his bottom lip between his teeth and tries to roll his hips again, chin jutting out as his head lazes into the soft skin of his raised arm.

He’s so damn pretty like this, and he doesn’t even know it. Every inch of him bare, sweaty; how slowly his hips roll in tiny, almost embarrassed circles, like he’s chasing every one of your fleeting touches. He’s not even trying to be sensual, but it is.

“Fuck, you have no idea how good you look right now,” you curse, returning your hand onto his cock. He inhales sharply.

His lashes flutter against the blindfold. “Mmn, I was close. Why’d you— “

“Shhh,” you hush him. Your hands move over his spread thighs, massaging the skin, your lips leaving a trail of saliva wherever they press. “Not another word, Levi.”

He tries to obey—he tries to he good. But it’s so hard. He’s so hard. He gets close, teetering on the edge, your strokes too slow to give him that final push, and he sputters, a loud and frustrated whine tearing from far back in his throat.

“Please, please. Come on. Just let me— “

You can see the strain in his arm muscles as he fights the restraints, and how he tries to squeeze his thighs together; but you leave him, his cock laying hard and twitching over his pelvis.

“Didn’t I say no more talking?” you ask. He can hear the disapproval in your tone, but he merely wriggles in response.

When he feels the rubber ring prodding his lips, he opens his mouth.

“Wider,” you demand.

He doesn’t want to give you anymore reason to punish him, so he stretches his jaw until it hurts, and nearly chokes at how far back you push the ring. The leather straps bite into the corners of his mouth, secured at the tightest notch at the very back of his head. Drool already pools at the bottom of his mouth and seeps out, leaving a messy trail down his chin and onto his chest.

You shake your head. “Such a naughty little slut you are, Levi.” You give his cock a few more jerks, your thumb prodding his sensitive slit. “Did you think I’d seriously let you get away with that behavior of yours last week?”

He goes rigid, only a weak, apologetic noise escaping the gag that sounds closer to a mew than anything coherent.

“Nope,” you continue. “I considered a spanking, but you get off on that shit. Little pain slut.”

You slide the blindfold off his head and he blinks, adjusting to the lighting. You wipe some sweat from his brow.

“What a messy boy. All covered in sweat. Drooling all over yourself.” You pull his tongue out, causing more saliva to trickle down. You smear some over each of his nipples. “You’re dick is leaking like a goddamn faucet and you still haven’t come, and guess what?”

He whines, his chin caught between your fingers she he’s forced to look at you. His eyes are almost pleading, and you smile.

“You’re not going to.”

He pushes air through his noise. He yanks on the restraints. He knows exactly what this means, and he’s borderline furious despiste knowing he deserves it.

“I don’t know for how long, but… “ You reach over him, into the nightstand drawer, and retrieve the dreaded silver cage and the key. “I’m thinking longer than last time.”

Last time was a week. A whole week of nothing, and he nearly went out of his fucking mind.

It’s so hard for him to look serious when he’s drooling like this and unable to say anything sensical. All he can do is moan like a bitch in heat and twist in his restraints.

You edge him a few more times, reminding him of the release just out of reach. You’re more cautious, too, only using a finger or two, never stroking for too long in case he doesn’t let on how close he is to trick you into giving him an orgasm.

And then he watches, mouth stretched wide open, tears building on his waterlines as you cool down his cock and cage it away. It looks absolutely pathetic. He looks pathetic.

But you pacify him, stroking his stomach, pressing kiss after kiss up his abdomen until you’re close to his lips. A broken sound leaves him, and his hands clench into fists. He’s pissed, but hot.

“Now,” you hum, moving up. Your knees are positioned on either side of his face, panties soaked through. “Show Mommy just how sorry you are, and maybe she’ll consider being nice.”

[spikesbimbo]

Better love

Summary: Niichan always takes care of you <3

cw: yandere niichan gojo but the reader actually likes him being a yandere, pseudo incest, blood play, possessive tendencies, violence, oral sex

wc: 1.9k 

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Your slight smile was hidden behind your fake, worrisome appearance as you looked him in the eyes, your doe eyed expression bringing him back to reality as his hands rested on your waist. 

You did not know why the guys following you around campus did not get the hint of “no”, and that your niichan would easily get rid of them if you asked. But you didn't want him to know that you, his sweet little angel, thought that way; so you conveyed it to him in a more discreet way. 

Crying, not so fake as you were frustrated and scared, but you easily let the tears fall to show him how distressed you were as he waited for you outside leaning on his car as you ran up to him, noticing that your precious little eyes were ruined as he embraced you in his arms.

What you didn't see, but felt, was the intense glare he gave them as he opened the door to set you in the passenger seat, trapping them in a barrier that you couldn't see as he drove you home.

As he finally got you washed up and in bed, tucking you in your favorite blanket, he left the house after giving you a kiss on the top of your head. You weren't really asleep as you heard the car starting, your heart racing loudly at the thought that he would go this much out of his way for you.

You knew what was going to happen as you got up, still a mess but for a ‘good’ reason now, your hands shaking from excitement and not fear as you tried to bring the glass up to your mouth. He was one of the only people in your life now, slowly getting rid of them one by one, whether it was just convincing you to cut them off or other methods.

But you didn't care, he's been the only one you could count since you met him Calling him niichan within a month of being with him, and still calling him it even though your ‘relationship’ has changed.

 He made you feel like you were the center of his world, universe. Thinking about how effortlessly he would slip you off your feet and catch you in his arms as you brought the glass down from your lips.

He quickly snapped his fingers firing it at them, the men disappearing besides the bloody remains left behind on him and the ground. He brushed some off walking straight back to his car, not wanting to waste another second without you as he sped down the highway.

You heard the door open, swiftly running to see him. Exclaiming “Toru!” as you wrapped your arms around him, he let out a little laugh not even through the door yet as your need for him made the seriousness in his head drop.

“You know why it did it, right sweetheart?” he whispered into your ear as he bent his tall frame into yours. Your hands working their way up to his jaw, wiping off some of the blood splattered there with your sleeve. Him showing it off in a sense after your reaction from this happening before, same situation different scenario.

He did it in front of you with no second thoughts as their disgusting hands reach out to grab your ass, coming to his senses when he saw the mess he made laid out before him.

And when he turned around, his mind was racing as he thought he was going to have to lock you away to stay with him, but the last thing he would've thought to see was your face flustered, eyes beaming as you clung onto his now dirty shirt with your fingers, muttering out “you did that....for me?”

“You needy honey?” he said letting you cling onto him as he walked to the bedroom. “I thought i told you to go to sleep.”

“m’sorry niichan, i was worried about you.” You pouted as he laid you on the bed taking his shirt off, thinking how ironic it was that you were the one wanting his attention. 

He always had you at his call, expecting you to respond to his texts directly unless you were asleep, which he knew of, his tenseness whenever you brought up another man that wasn't him, his eyes never leaving you whenever you two went out.

“Worried about me? That's so sweet of you baby” he said sitting beside you. “so worried about me that it got you this worked up?”  

His big hands were resting on your nightgown, lifting it up enough to see another mess he had to take care of. “Fuck sweetheart, you’re soaked for me. You want niichan to fuck you that badly?” he asked teasingly, grinning at your image.

You hid your face in the sheets, embarrassed of the reason he got you like this as he pulled them down with ease. Your fragile little arms being nothing in comparison to him”

“Cmon angel, u gonna let me wreck that dripping little cunt of yours or what? he said tugging on the string of your panties.

You whined out softly as you wrapped your arms around his neck pulling him into you. His bright hair shining in the moonlight as it tickled your skin ,putting out a false complaint playing into the game he created. 

“Why, is it because niichan is dirty right now? I can take care of that sweetheart.”

“No! Tor-”

“No?” He chuckled out, seeing your hips grind in place as his dirty hands worked their way up your body. Freeing you from your nightgown, only being left in your panties as you leaned up and kissed his blood covered face. The iron taste spreading in your mouth as you held him close.

“You like me all messy, hmm? Messy because I had to take care of you... what a naughty girl.”

The tease in his voice never left as he kept muttering filthy words, your squirming body being the highlight of his day as his breath got closer and closer to your aching cunt, dripping though your panties as you moaned out when he touched you.“Fuck baby you got like this for me, im flattered.”

“You know niichan loves you.... and that he’ll do it over and over again if it gets you like this.” he says pushing his middle finger into the slickness of your hole immediately, thinking about claiming you in and out had his head going dizzy along with your scent.

Your tightness around his fingers is making his cock harder at the thought of stretching you out. He shushes you, cooing while rubbing your clit to ease you up, his finger curling into you as you thrashed around in his hold.

“Niichan’s the only one who can make you cum, you know that right? You know i'm the only one allowed to touch you here.”  he said, grabbing the base of your neck, wanting to instill it on you that he would be the only man to ever see you like this as his fingers tightened.

“Y-yeah, toru, please” you whimpered as he put another finger in, buried knuckle deep inside of you as he started thrusting them. He pulled out his cock, stroking it while he leaned his forehead onto your thighs.

Crying at how his lips attached to your clit, sucking the swollen bud intensely, so impatient to make you cum so he could fuck you. “Fuck baby, you're so sweet”

“You want my fat cock in there? Is that what you want baby?” he smirked, rubbing the area around your cunt. “You gotta tell me like a good girl or i don't know what to do.'' he said, removing his fingers from your hole to your protest as you gasped, nodding heavily to the point where you got dizzy.

His hands trailed up your sides, focusing on your pretty body before ruining it. His long fingers rubbing your thighs and tummy, grabbing the fat in his hands while spreading your legs open. 

“Such a pretty pussy, for my eyes only.” he observed gazing into yours, the blue turning white as he wouldn't let your vision go. You let out another whine at the feeling of his eyes burning holes into you.

“Shh angel niichans here to take care of you, like always” he said with your sloppy cunt spread open for him, your ankles besides your ears as he moved them there. The heat leaving your body as his cold hands gripped your thighs, locking them in place as he pushed his fat cock slowly into you.

“Fuck you're so tight, always sucking me up.” he groaned, his hips thrusting upwards as you moan out. “You got such a greedy little cunt, baby, you always wanna have something in you. Don't worry sweet girl, i'm gonna stuff you full like you deserve. Fuck you till youre all swollen and pretty with my cum.”

“Toru-” you sobbed, face being in his chest met with the dried blood that your hands were scratching against as his pace was ruthless. Your little hole clenched  so tight around him that he can ballet thrust in and out of you.

His hands grip harder on your thighs, pushing himself even deeper as his hips slam into yours, fucking you as fast and rough as he can. “That’s my girl, you this huh? Tell me.”

Your voice chokes out, head dramatically falling back as his cock was ramming into your cervix. “Yes, yea, nii-chan, p-please, cum in me ple ― ah.”

“Of course.” he grunted out, your cries being background noise at this point, mixing in with the sound of his balls slapping into your wet cunt. “Just like i always do.”

His hips rut into you faster as you feel your stomach clench up. You feel him throbbing inside you as your vision goes white. Your nails digging to the flesh of his back as you feel his warmness fill you up.

He lets you rest your head as your limp under him, pulling out slightly enough to see how much cum he left in you, seeing the slick pool out too. He doesnt let it slip as he fucks it back into you quickly. Loving how you're always ready to be fucked and bred, whenever he wanted.

“Are you okay?” you asked, voice half gone as he fucked it out of you, making sure the blood was just there’s and not his.

“Yes baby i'm fine.” he answered, kissing you on the forehead before slowly pulling out as he had to clean you two up.

“nii― ” You voiced as he got up, picking you up along with him as he took you to the bathroom, due to the fact that he was unfortunately covered in someone else and not just you.

“Everything i do is for you, remember that.” he interrupted, his gaze hardening as he sat you on the counter while he was below you, running the bath to wash you.

But not before he placed his mouth into the mess he made, licking his cum out of your messy cunt then smothering your lips with it, covering you completely in him, in and out.

[salemwritesxx]

work

↳ pro-hero hawks x lieutenant m. reader

summary: Y/n has to go to work while Hawks stays at home, recovering his wings from a fight the previous day. Safe to say Keigo gets bored pretty quickly and he starts “bothering” Y/n at work.

w.count: 3.9k

content warning: smut, porn without plot, snapchat sexting during work, size and height difference, male squirting, hickeys / marking kink, shower sex

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The soft pitter-patter of someone’s naked feet on the parquet flooring made you turn around, a smile, that formed into a grin quite quickly, on your lips as your boyfriend stood in front of you. Hawks was only wearing a much too big button-up of yours that exposed his heavily marked chest a little as well as his inner thighs, hickeys spreading along his delicate skin.

“Already leaving?”, Takami asked, still a little tired as he had woken up just a few minutes ago – since he was still rubbing the sleep out of his eyes and his hair was even messier than usually, falling into his pretty face.

“Yeah. I’ve got a lot of work to do, solving crime mysteries and all. How are you feeling?”, you were about to put on your shoes, though now, you stepped back from the little entryway into the corridor again, basically towering over Keigo as you stood in front of him, since he was so small and cute.

“Hmm, I‘m okay. Just tired. Wish you could stay home with me. You look so handsome in your uniform.”, a tired grin immediately played around his lips to match your own sneaky one, his hands already teasingly playing with your tie and pulling on it so you would lean down a little.

Hawks had a fight yesterday, hence why his wings were mere stubs and he had to rest at home for the next days for him to recover them and get back into the field.

“Mhhh, don’t tempt me, Baby. You look incredibly cute and so absolutely ravishing as well. Maybe I should mark you just a little more, hm?”, you snickered, your big hand cupping his cheek and pulling him closer, Takami immediately melting into your touch and kisses, his hands gliding up your chest to sling his arms around your shoulders while standing on his tip-toes.

“Hmmm Y/n.”, humming delightfully, he tilted his head just a bit as you kissed over his jaw to his neck, giving him soft kisses and pulling him even closer into your strong arms, only to shudder once you started traveling down. Kissing his body through the button-up he wore – such a tease – Keigo’s heart fluttered in his chest like a little hummingbird. Golden eyes fixated on you as his hand buried itself into your hair as the other had taken your police hat and put it on himself.

Gasping softly as you reached his leg, he didn’t stop you when you touched and slung it around your shoulder, exposing his soft cock and even more marks that were hidden underneath the button-up.

“Y/n!”, with his raspy voice, he kind of laughed and quietly moaned at the same time as your teeth sank into his skin, sucking on his already heavily adorned inner thigh while your other hand was caressing his other leg, traveling from his shin up and underneath his shirt to his hip, placing your hand there and rubbing circles with your thumb.

“I might seriously just attack you, you know, Pretty Boy?”, hearing those barely breathed words made Kei shiver and bite his bottom lip, definitely having to bite back his want as he shook his head a little.

“We can’t, you need to go.”, even though he didn’t sound convincing at all, especially when his actions also contradicted his words, pushing your head just a little closer against him.

Though in the end, you also pulled back and after a newly formed hickey, you let go and stood back up, Keigo purring and snuggling against you, almost making you cave in honestly.

“When I come home tonight, be prepared. I won’t hold back, okay?”, you also purred in such a seductive tone that Hawks’ eyebrow twitched in anticipation, his pretty lips escaping an interested “Oh?” as well.

“Then don’t let me wait, okay, Handsome?”, with an alluring grin on his lips, Kei gave back your police hat, just to let his hand sneak into your neck and pull you down to his height for one last intimate kiss, making himself softly moan against your lips as your tongues fought playfully. “Hmm, love you…”, he said out of breath as he pulled back just an inch, not really wanting to let go to be honest, though he knew he had to.

“Hmm, I can’t wait for tonight.”, and with that, and one true last kiss against his lips, you whispered, “Love you, too, Baby Boy.” Hawks let you go for real, watching as you put on your shoes and then take your bag and walk out the door, leaving him all alone – already bored and hoping you would come back soon.

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In the early afternoon, however, Hawks was feeling overwhelmingly lonely and horny – even though he tried distracting himself with a little bit of work regarding his agency papers and all. Though after showering that morning after you had left, he had just thrown own the same button-up again, maybe that wasn’t such a good idea…

Because now, as he bit his lip and let hand travel to the collar of the t-shirt to sniff it, your scent that still lingered on the fabric made him even more horny and lonely; and so, he dared to send you a message first before going all in, “How’s work Babe?”

You were sitting on your desk in the office, doing some paperwork when the message came in, the quiet sound immediately catching your attention. A smile flitting across your lips as you responded, “Boring. Doing paper stuff, you?”

And that was all Keigo needed since he knew you had your own private office so no one would be able to see his little thing he had planned. Standing up from his home office chair and walking into your bedroom, he flopped onto the bed and opened his private snapchat that was only for interactions with you.

Biting his lip and teasingly tilting his head he snapped the picture and wrote, “Waiting for you to come home and fuck me 🍆 I’m so desperate for your cock, Handsome 💗💗”

A bit confused, since the snapchat ping went off and not the normal message sound like before, you opened the snap only to suck the air between your teeth in surprise.

“Fuck, Baby Boy. Yesterday night really wasn’t satisfying enough for you, huh? So insatiable. Just wait till I come home, you won’t get a second to catch your breath 💕”, you sent back, paperwork pretty much forgotten.

“Hmmm.”, he hummed and giggled in lustful excitement when you answered him, giving him the okay to continue as he rolled around after throwing the t-shirt onto the ground, being completely naked. Stretching himself out seductively, he snapped another picture to tease you, not revealing anything past his chest though – not yet at least – then he wrote, “Hmm, I can’t help it. Your cock makes me fly without needing my wings 💞 I wonder what you would do to me when you come home? You wouldn’t punish me for being horny, right? 🥺”

“Damn…”, you mumbled to yourself as he once more showed you his already very well-loved body, his chest adorning hickeys and little bite marks, his nipple red and erect with teeth marks around it - delicious.

Slowly reaching down, Hawks started playing with himself, teasing his sensitive bud just a bit; just like you would tweak and twist them to make little jolts of pleasure rush through him, before he grabbed his phone again when a snapchat arrived. The picture was your already growing bulge in your uniform pants and the text read, “Oh Pretty Boy, maybe I should punish you a little for being so horny and greedy 😘 You know, when I come home, I’ll take my time with you and prepare your cute little ass first. Make a mess out of you with just my tongue until you cry and beg me to fuck you already, but I won’t budge until you cum so hard with my tongue you scream and sob👅🍑”

His cock was already growing and lightly twitching when he simply imagined how he would feel if you would do that to him, hissing a bit in delight as he softly dragged his nails over his own chest and nipples before gliding down and spreading his legs, snapping another picture and clumsily writing with one hand, “Don’t get my hopes up, I’d love to be fucked silly by your tongue, Y/n 👅💟💕🤤”

After he had sent the photo, he also filmed himself, starting at his face where he sucked on his finger and traveling down with the phone to his spread legs, showing off his hard cock and drops of precum on his belly and his pink little hole that was twitching, before he stopped, muted the little video, just in case, and wrote, “Just look, Y/n 😩 I’m already sooo wet 💦 and my pink little tight ass is all excited now😖💞” while he smeared his own spit around to soften his hole a bit.

When you received both the photo and the short video, you seriously had to bite your tongue to not let out any sounds, especially when you saw how wet and excited he was, the bulge in your pants growing and feeling the throbbing in your pants quite vividly. Before it was too late and you couldn’t walk out anymore, you stood up and pulled up your pants properly, thankfully the uniform pants were quite loose, thus calmly walking to the bathroom as to not catch attention, you then hid in a stall and pulled down everything.

“Ah! Fuck!”, he moaned quietly and hissed in bliss again as he teased himself by rubbing over his hole, ‘punishing’ himself by not entering more than the tip of his finger, only to hastily grab the phone and open another snap from you. “Y/n! Nhh”, he couldn’t suppress whining your name when he saw the picture of your freed cock in your hand, your pants pooling around your ankles. Keigo was proud of himself that he made you retreat into the bathroom so quickly, knowing he could rile you up so much in such little time.

“Just look what you have done to me, Baby Boy! 😥 How am I supposed to keep going if you do this to me during work? Such a naughty boy. I really have to punish you tonight, just wait. I’m going to split you in half with my cock and fuck you so hard you will only know my name by the end and nothing else💗”, read your message.

As Kei spit onto two of his fingers, he started rubbing his pink hole again, making a video of teasing himself by now entering and just spreading his ass and showing off how tight he still was. This time though, it took a little longer as his other hand was a little shaking as he wrote, “Y/nnn I just want your cock inside of me. so. badly. How badly I want to be in the office, just sitting on your cock while you work right now, getting split in half like that💕 Can’t wait until you come home and just rail me, Baby 💞💞”

Seeing that snap was literally pure torture in the sweetest way possible, but you didn’t want it to end, though you knew, you just had a few minutes or people would get suspicious, and so, you took a deep breath and snapped back, “Promise me you won’t cum Baby Boy. Be a good boy and wait till I come home, okay?”

“Mhhh”, whining disapprovingly once he opened your snap, he, however, pulled back his hand from his twitching hole, a pout on his lips as he snapped you back, “You are so so sososo mean!!! But I’ll wait… just because it’s you, Y/n! And you better not let me wait too long or I’ll start without you!😖”

Hawks was on a high, his cock was twitching and leaking and yet, he stopped completely, laughing at himself that he was so obedient, definitely not something others would probably expect about him, but he loved you and he loved being teased and ‘punished’, knowing it will feel even better if he listened to you, even if it was brutal to edge him like that.

“Good Boy I love you so so much Kei, I won’t let you wait Princess cuz this cock can’t wait to feel your tight little ass around it💞❤💕”, you sent back one last picture of your cock, before you neatly put back on your clothes and got out of the stall to wash your hands and then get back to your office.

After looking at the photo, he snapped one last picture where he was obviously pouting and wrote, “You better keep that promise cuz your Princess is very VERY impatient 😘🥰” before sighing as he threw the phone back onto the bed. Rolling on his tummy and resting his head in his crossed arms, he mumbled, “Such a tease.”, and yet, his heart was thumping excitedly when he thought about tonight.

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Once the door opened to your shared apartment, you were greeted by your boyfriend leaning against the wall, naked and with just your spare uniform jacket and police hat on, his “Welcome home, Baby.”, paired with that tempting grin immediately riled you up.

“Hmmm, you look so… goddamn fine in my jacket, Baby Boy.”, you grinned as well, frustrated that you had to wear heavy duty shoes that you couldn’t just carelessly toss to the side.

“Yeah, I thought I’d borrow it, since I was so cold.”, Hawks almost purred as he walked up to you, slinging his arms around your shoulders and throwing away your hat carelessly, until you were finally able to slip out of your shoes.

“Ahnh~”, moaning delightfully (and maybe a bit exaggeratingly) once your big hands grabbed his little thighs, he willingly let himself get picked up, lips already colliding with yours and an intimate kiss igniting as you carried him into your bathroom.

“Do you know just… how fucking hard it was to calm down?”, Hawks wantonly groaned into your mouth, pressing his barely clothed body against yours.

“Mhh you don’t have to tell me, you know?”, you sat him onto the washing machine so your hands were free to undress you from your uniform while your lips were clumsily moving against each other as you groaned, “I had to go back to work with a massive boner. Because you’re such a tease.”

And your boyfriend’s answer was a mere wide grin and chuckle as he swiftly opened the tie and throwing it onto the floor. Stepping out of your uniform pants and underwear eventually, Hawks also stripped himself off any of your clothes, both of you naked finally as you grabbed him again to carry him into the shower, his red wings small and already grown back a bit.

Water was running over your bodies as your lips met once more, tongues lustfully fighting and his hands gliding through your wet hair and burying them in it eventually as his hips were starting to grind against your thigh.

It, however, didn’t take long until Hawks had enough, pushing you away and turning around and leaning against the shower walls as he presented his ass, head turned slightly to look back just to whisper, “Please… fuck me. I waited all day. I was a good boy, no? I deserve being fucked silly now, no?”, which certainly was enough for you.

“Hmh, fine.”, you purred and leaned down to kiss along his little wings, making him shudder and his wings flutter a little before reaching his sensitive back that was also adorned in so many love bites, Hawks immediately melting and leaning his forehead against the cool wall as you grabbed the bottle of lube that was always ready to use, since you both loved shower sex quite a bit.

Taking just enough so it wouldn’t drip everywhere and you wouldn’t slip, you put the bottle back as you rubbed it between his cheeks, Keigo’s impatient groan as he wiggled his butt simply earning him a small smack that made him gasp in delight.

“Hurry.”, he almost whined, pressing his ass back against your massaging fingers that were playing with his hole, definitely ready and prepared enough, because all he wanted was to be filled by your cock now and-

“Ahnh!”, throwing his head back, he interrupted his own thoughts with his loud moan as you had grabbed his hips, positioned your cockhead and pulled him back harshly so you rammed into him in one go with absolute ease, both of you moaning in synch as he was so warm and wet while Hawks was completely overwhelmed with joy and lust to finally be connected.

“Fuck me! Fuck me! Come on. Rail me so hard I can’t stand tomorrow! Y/n!”, he cried out, pressing his ass back against your cock and moaning even louder when you granted his wish as you started slamming your hips against his ass, your dick penetrating his sweet spot almost perfectly that he saw blinking little starts.

Water was drumming on your back as you had leaned down to kiss and nibble on his neck, Kei tilting his head to give you more space while you held his small hips in a tight grip, probably leaving marks already, though he didn’t mind, instead he only pushed further against your hard thrusting, needing to be fucked silly since all that was on his mind today was your cock after all.

“Ahnh, ah~!”, not holding back his moans, your own deep grunts and growls sent shivers down his spine, knowing his ass could make you feel so good as well, feeling always a sense of pride as he swallowed your cock so effortlessly. Your wet skin slapping against his making the lewdest sounds.

Reaching between his legs, your big hand wrapped around his cock, earning his high-pitched cry as his hips stuttered against your palm when you started to rub against his bright red, cute cockhead.

“Ahh d-don’t t-tease me, or I’m-“, he laughed and moaned at the same time, being too overwhelmed by everything, before another cry left his lips as you pushed him fully against the wall, only your hand in-between him and the coldness in front of him, while you changed pace to slowly grind into his tight hole.

“Just let loose, Baby, don’t hold back. This is just the beginning after all.”, you purred deeply into his ear, before licking along the outside edge of it, his little body shuddering and writhing in pleasure as he moved his hips in synch with your own, vividly feeling your cock pulsating inside of him.

“N-no, Y/n, ah, ah! I- I feel- ah!”, he couldn’t speak properly as his hips jerked into your hand that was just stimulating his cockhead vigorously, knowing exactly what you wanted and he didn’t know if he should push more into your palm or pull back as his head was spinning and his legs shaking.

“Y/n! Y/n! I- Ahh!”, Hawks cried once more as you slowly started thrusting again until you were back to literally ramming into him balls-deep, your boyfriend flying high on cloud nine as his legs seriously quivered, hence why you slung your big arm around his hips to safely hold him if he couldn’t hold himself up any longer.

Which only happened just a few moments later as Keigo was now officially not able to hold himself together anymore, throwing his head back and wings puffing up, little red feathers falling onto the shower ground as he cried your name, voice breaking and tears of pleasure dripping down his cheeks as he squirted against the shower walls. Fluids covering your hand and his hips jerking in desperation, squirting all over the place as his cock bounced once you let go.

“N-No-no! Y/n- AHNh~!”, Hawks cried, sobbed and moaned, too much overwhelming pleasure almost making him black out, even though this was just the beginning, but it was what he had craved all day long after all.

If this wasn’t in the shower, he would have been drenched by his own fluids.

“Shhh, I got you Baby Boy. That was really intense, huh?”, you chuckled, your ramming stopping as you almost softly swayed your hips against his while you protectively held him.

“You… made me do it again…”, only hiccupping, he instantly snuggled back and into your arms, though he wasn’t complaining, not at all, your chuckled “I know. It felt good, no?” making him also giggle as if he was high – well he was, high on serotonin and overwhelming pleasure.

Reaching back, he pulled your head forwards a little as he had also turned his to connect your lips a little clumsily while you rested in that position for a moment, water still running over your bodies.

“Next, you’re gonna make me cum, right? For real…”, he purred against your lips, that smirk you loved so much back on his lips and your own forming immediately as it played around your mouth.

“Hmm, I will. This was just the appetizer.”, with that, you pushed him back against the wall, having him moaning into your mouth without restraint as you made love to him once more.

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“Hey, Sweet Stuff.”, your soft purr made him groan a little as he turned around to instantly snuggle against your broad chest, before slowly opening an eye to look at what you had gotten him.

“Thank you.”, Hawks barely mumbled as he sat back up a bit to take the glass of water and gulp it down quite quickly, only to lay back into the bed and cuddle against you once more, your arms immediately slung around him protectively while your lips were showering him in sweet kisses, making him giggle.

“Hmmm I love you.”

“I love you too, Handsome.”, he mumbled back and sighed in bliss as he was smushed underneath your body – feeling absolutely satisfied and in heaven after your thorough love making in the past hours with little breaks in between to recover, though with how horny you both were, recovery time wasn’t that big of a deal.

Bathing in your sweet affection after a day full of sexual tension and sexting and just…craving your love was absolutely the best way to end it all. He had never once felt like an object or just someone to have sex with, but those moments just made it even more impossible to feel that way. Hawks didn’t know he could love like that.

He had been a player, not taking relationships really seriously before, sex was to have fun, anonymous, to get rid of stress, but now? It was different. It had been different for over three years now and he couldn’t be any happier.

“So, Lieutenant Y/n, tell me. Was I a good boy today? Or do I need to be imprisoned?”, Keigo teased you with that grin, making you laugh a bit and press your full lips on his before whispering against them, “I think you don’t need to worry at all. You were a very good boy and behaved very well.”

Both of you giggling again, two grown men, just being happy and in love, as you rolled around in bed whispering sweet, and maybe a little bit stupid, things to each other, bathing in the aftermath of your very nice evening together.

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writer’s note: am I projecting my unbelievable kinky and chessy af fantasies onto fictional characters?... maybe… but what’s new here? 🤪 once again, I declare my love for birb boy! hawks is. so. goddamn. fine. ✪ ω ✪

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𝒖𝒏𝒍𝒆𝒂𝒔𝒉 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒃𝒆𝒂𝒔𝒕 ➤ 𝑱𝒂𝒔𝒐𝒏 𝑫.

Nothing but porn w/o a plot. There actually is a plot and if anybody is confused on the ending, I can explain but it’s more porn than anything.... so, here you go, you filthy animals. 

WARNINGS: choking, degradation, use of a gun (brief), a lot of dirty talk... of course. Oral, m on f / f on m. Fingering. Squirting. (brief.)

!! Female reader. Readers pronouns are she/her. !!

ps: if you enjoy my content and have a dollar or two to spare, here’s my ko-fi. 

“You don’t know me, but something terrible is going to happen. That boy you call your boyfriend isn't a man at all, in fact, he's a monster and he's only using you to kill you, for your blood to be on his hands, for him to be the cause of your death. He's twisted, that way.  He's not as nice as he portrays himself to be. If  I were you  — and once upon a time ago, I was in your shoes, I was you —  I'd get the hell out of that relationship and quickly."          Jason looked up from the letter his girlfriend,  (Y/N), had received in her locker. His lips are pressed together tightly into a white slash, his jaw clenched and in a sharp tone, he asks, "So.... what? You're going to break up with me over a  letter that a complete stranger put in your locker?" He sneered, grinding his teeth together before he stood up, moving the chair back as he does so. 

The piece of furniture loudly squeaks against the floor, making (Y/N) grimace and flinch at the obnoxious  noise. It's not the only thing in the room being annoying, though.    "No." (Y/N) answers,  giving an eyeroll in return to his question as she folds her arms across her chest.  "I want to see the monster you supposedly are, that's all." She adds.  "This isn't the first or even the second letter that says those words. There's been an endless amount and quite frankly, my beloved J.D, I'm suspicious  on what it exactly means."  "You believe the notes, do you?" He questions,  stepping closer to his girlfriend, eyebrow arched as he waits for her response.  "I do..... or I don't. That's up to you to decide for me. So, enlighten me, Jason, are you a monster in disguise or are you not and someone's simply playing a trick on not only me but the both of us?"  "What is it you're trying to do to me, (Y/N)?"  "Oh my God, fuck me like you hate me, fuck me like the monster that you supposedly are, according to the pieces of paper I receive every day.. I want to see whether or not it's true."  Jason is silent, as if he had gone mute. He was standing inches away from her face, doing - saying - nothing. Only... staring, like he was a starved predator and she was his only prey, his first feast of the day.  

Though, she knows the air conditioner isn't on, and neither are the windows open, (Y/N) shivers as if it were cold. But it was his eyes  that were frosty. His eyes were two lifeless pools of abyss-black, an ice-cold stare he was giving. Finally, he speaks for what feels like ages since he last talked, although it had only been a minute or two since he did, "I hate you. Despise you, actually.  Don't even know why we continue to have this fucking conversation. You're seriously so fucking annoying," He spat.  (Y/N) wasn't sure if he meant the words or not, either way, it did feel like a stab in the chest.  She purses her lips together and she goes to say something but before she could, his hand is wrapped around her throat and her back is pushed up against the wall.  "I should strangle you."  "Is that a promise?" She gasped out.  "Once I start, I might not be able to stop." He informs, clicking his tongue against the root of his mouth.  His grip, however, gets tighter and as fucked up as it may sound, (Y/N) grows wetter, she squeezes  her thighs tighter together and has to bite back a moan at the feeling of his hand around her throat. "I don't care what you do," (Y/N) replied truthfully, voice low and groggy, as if she had just woken up. "Just fuck me."  "My pleasure."  To her disappointment, Jason  drops his hand down at his side before gesturing to the floor with a motion of his finger.  "Get on your knees, this cock isn't going to suck itself."  (Y/N) is more than happy to oblige as she crashed to her knees,  quickly, undoing  his belt buckle and unbuttoning  his jeans.  In only a matter of seconds, he's got his pants and boxer briefs off, hanging down his ankles and his dick is being swallowed by his favorite cock-slut.  

Her eyes are fluttered shut as she tries to concentrate  on pleasing him. And as always, she's doing a great job at doing so. Then he remembers — this was a punishment and she deserved to be punished.  She wanted for him to unleash the beast, after all, right? So, he would be doing that.  Jason growls and grabs the back of her neck, fingers finding their way up to her hair as he then forces  her further down onto her cock, making her sputter and choke, a few drops of spit soaking his shaft as he face-fucks (Y/N)'s throat.   "Take it, slut. You wanted this, remember? Wanted to see the man behind the mask, well, here I am, baby, standing proudly right in front of you. Take my cock, choke on it like the filthy, little bitch you are. That's all you are, isn't it, sweetheart? You aren't important enough for me to keep around, according to the letters you get. Only keep you around so I can fuck you like the desperate whore you are. Is that what you want to hear? Huh?"  (Y/N)'s eyes are full of tears and she knows, without even looking in the mirror, her cheeks are stained with mascara and her lipstick is smudged, as her throat is getting pounded by the man above her, his grip on her hair is too tight, it's too much and yet not enough. 

She wants more — no, scratch that —  needs more.   "Desperate cock-hungry bitch, aren't you, baby? Starving for me to feed you my cock, to feed you my cum. You'll just open your legs to anyone, everyone, too, huh?  Especially me, even when you know exactly what I've done.... letters or no letters, you know the kind of person I am.. and yet, I'm the monster? You're no saint, either, miss (L/N).You're as crazy and as fucked up as I am."  (Y/N) nearly  (key-word there) makes a mess in her panties. And she hasn't touched herself at all yet, neither has Jason placed a finger yet on her.   

 Jason, on the other end, notices how her fingernails are digging themselves into his bare, naked thighs rougher than they had been previously. There's also more sweat pooling at the top of her forehead, too. He was making a complete mess out of her and was loving every single second of it.  "What is it, baby girl? You want to cum for me? Going to cum for me, untouched? Oh, so naughty, filthy little thing," He cooed, slowing down his movements as he continues to push his dick further down her throat, feeling more saliva spill out of her mouth and wetting his cock as he does so. 

 "Go on then, baby. Make a mess all in your panties. I know you can do it." And, well, yeah, just like that (Y/N) is coming, untouched, all while Jason does the same, feeding her his cum with a grunt of her name escaping his lips.   (Y/N) hums happily as she pulls back, wiping what remains on her cheeks onto her fingers, coating her digits with his  ejeculation and slips the juices into her mouth, making sure to poke her tongue out and give Jason a show — she wanted to prove how much of a slut she really was, and how desperate she was to have him bury his cock in her pussy. She needed the pain, wanted to feel it. She wanted it rough.   "So... what else do you have in plan?"  (Y/N) wonders, looking up at him with a smirk.   That little grin placed on her lips is quick to fall down into a worried frown when Jason pulls a gun out at her, pressing it against her skull.   "I could kill you since I got what  I needed." His voice was as devoid of life as an ossuary and his eyes were still soul-penetrating.  Not even a hint of a smile, not even a sign of amusement in the tone of voice. Surely, he wasn't being serious.... was he?  He presses the end of the gun to her mouth, making her lips part open as he presses  the gun inside.  "Could blow your brains out, right here, right now.... since that's all I'm going to do to you, anyways, right? I'll kill you eventually, why not now?"  Jason pulls the trigger.   

It's a blank.  Of fucking course it is.  "I'm only kidding," He said, chuckling lowly as he places the gun back into the pocket of his trench coat.    "You're a fucking dick." (Y/N) hisses, getting up on her feet and raising her hand up, slapping him on the cheek. "Don't scare me like that,"   "You're the one who was sucking my dick, first of all.... and you are also the one who wanted me to show you just how awful I could be... so, it's your fault." Jason said.   "Oh, shut up and kiss me already. 'm tired of this roleplay. Just want you inside me. Now."  "As you wish, your majesty." Jason laughs, bending forward as he picks his girlfriend up, throwing her over his shoulder and carries  her to his bedroom, kicking the door open with his foot. 

He then falls down onto the bed, letting his girlfriend fall on the mattress as well, (Y/N) squealing loudly as she tries to get comfortable and find a cozy spot along the mountain of pillows that rest against the headboard of the bed.  "Can I at least see if you're as sweet as you look?"  Jason asks,  licking his lips.   For obvious reasons, (Y/N) doesn't argue.  All she does is nod her head and lets a breathless pant out, answering with a, 'yes, please'.  She shimmies out of her pants, pulling her panties down as she strips out of both. Once they're off, she throws them elsewhere, not worried where they end up nor does she have time to worry about such things because the moment she's naked, Jason is pulling her legs apart and is quick to bury his face in her thighs.

 "Oh, God, fuck. Should've given me a warning, baby." She whines, fingers brushing through his hair as she tugs his black locks, pulling him closer, dragging his face closer to her cunt. "Need you so badly...." She murmurs, feeling the smile of her boyfriend's face against her heat. His tongue dances against her clit, flicking this way and that. He was always phenomenal with his mouth, more so his tongue than anything else. (Other than his dick, of course.)  (Okay, everything about J.D, other than his temper, was amazing.)  There were no words to describe it other than perfection and magical.  "Jason, baby..."  Hearing her pleas and knowing he's doing an excellent job, he continues, this time adding a finger and pushing it deep inside, earning a loud gasp to spill from (Y/N)'s lips. "Jason, fuck!"   She's wet, this much is obvious, but she's leaving a puddle not only on his face but beneath her. She'll have to wash the comforter later, she hopes she isn't leaving any stains behind either and can wash it out in time before it does leave an imprint.  

 These thoughts are replaced when Jason adds another finger, and she isn't so sure if he has two inside or three, all (Y/N) knows is it feels so fucking good and if he doesn't stop, she's going to cum soon. "S-Stop, Jason, please.... want to cum by your cock, wanna cum with you."   Jason doesn't stop, despite her cries. He's pushing her thighs down, holding her still as he continues to pump his fingers in and out, his tongue is everywhere and she feels so hot, feels as if every part of her body is on fire.  "Jason, Jason,"  (Y/N)'s moans come out like a broken record; only able to play the bit of his name on repeat, only able to speak his name and nothing else. "Jason, baby, oh.... I'm.... I'm going to cum!" And within a matter of seconds, that familiar sensation she had been feeling for the last few minutes in the pit of her stomach finally explodes and she's shooting her orgasm all over his fingers and on his face and... wait, did she- "You squirted, holy shit..." Jason pulls back, laughing as he wipes his face off of with his shirt. "That's a first. Just by my fingers too, fuck, baby girl.... can't even begin to imagine what you can do when I stuff my cock deep inside your cunt."  "Well, don't imagine then and just do it. Fuck me." Jason chuckles as he takes off the rest of his clothes.  Which wasn't much other than his coat and the shirt. (Y/N) giggles, not realizing that was all he had on. Nothing but his trenchcoat and a shirt underneath, his lower half being completely bare.  "What?" He asks, dropping the jacket and his shirt at the end of the bed before he's crawling up and over on (Y/N), wrapping her legs around him as he presses the tip of his cock at her entrance, teasing her for  a second or two.  "Nothing. Just waiting for you."  "Anything for my darling." With this, he presses his cock steadily at her entrance before he's leaning forward, pressing his chest on top of hers, Jason slides his cock deep within her walls at a slow pace before he's fully inside her, his own mouth parting open at the tightness that clenches around him. "Always so tight, (Y/N), fuck." "I'm not going to last long," She answers honestly.   Jason agreed, nodding his head rapidly as he moves, little by little, bit by bit. "Me, either, baby. You feel so good, always fucking so good."   "Jason...." (Y/N) mewls, feeling that sensation clouding over her once more, every thrust he gave sent a wave of electricity to shock her. Her orgasm would be stronger than the one she had a few seconds ago, this much she knew. 

 "Jason, baby, fuck.... you feel so good. Love feeling you inside me," She gasps, her feet were pointed like a dancer's, her toes curling and uncurling. Her pelvis rose from the bed as if seeking something in the air, Jason had to hold her down against the mattress, placing her hands above her head so she could remain still.  "Jason, please, I'm so close, I'm-" He cuts her off by pressing his lips onto hers. "Tell me you love me." He whispers, slowing the movements of his hips.  She laughs, pulling back and presses her face in the crook of his neck, playfully giving him a bite. "You're the one who lit the match and burned me earlier, telling me you hate me.... why should I say it first?" "Cause you and I  damn well know I don't hate you, I could never hate you, darling, so tell me you love me, please."  "I love you, Jason Dean, now cum inside me and fill me up like the desperate, cum slut I am. I wanna feel you."  Jason groans as he presses (Y/N) back against the pillows, leaving one hand off of her arm as he now cups her face, crashing his lips back against hers hungrily. "Cum with me, baby girl, cum with me."  (Y/N) musters a few curse words, letting them fall into Jason's open mouth as they kiss wildly and crazily, the type of kiss you'd only see in pornagraphic movies.   (What they were doing too, obviously, could be in a film as well.)  "I love you, I love you, I love you."  Jason groans and spills his seed, filling  (Y/N) up as he shoots his load deep inside her walls, moaning the same words she just said into the kiss. "Fuckin, goddamn..." He groans, pulling back as he falls next to her. "Never realized you were so naughty."  "Yes you do. That's why you started dating me, why you fell in love with me... shall I continue?"  "Correction: Didn't realize death was such a turn on for you."  "That's fair." (Y/N) answered with a giggle, grabbing Jason and cuddling up into his side, pressing a kiss to his chest.   "I've still got to thank Veronica for being part of this, giving me the roleplay idea and everything."  "Still don't understand why you're best friends with my ex," "She introduced us. If it weren't for her, I wouldn't be here; We wouldn't be together." "That's fair." He mocks her words, chuckling as he kisses the top of her head.  "Still, I'd never hurt you. You know this, right?" (Y/N) nods and hums, drawing tiny figures on Jason's chest with the tip of her finger.  "I know. Unless I ask for it." She jokes but she and Jason knew there were truth in her words.  "Filthy thing, you are (Y/N) (L/N)." "Yes.... but you love me, though, Jason Dean." "That I do." "And I love you."  "I love you too... although you fit the label; 'geek in the streets, freak in the sheets'  perfectly." He jokes. 

"Can't believe you squirted still and love being degraded as much as you do,  love being talked like your feelings aren't valuable... never expected this from you, missy."  "Says the one who killed others... you crazed bastard.  I knew what I was getting myself into when I got together with you, J.D. I'm not stupid."   "And see, that's why I love you. You love me and the monsters in my closet."  "Yeah, yeah, yeah. Shut up and kiss me, killer."  "Keep that attitude up and I'm gonna have to kill that pussy of yours." "Do it. I'm ready for a round two." (Y/N) replied with a smirk.  "Just can't get enough of this  cock, can you?" "Nope." "Truly are a cock slut." Jason replied with a 'tsk'  before he grabs (Y/N), placing her on top of him. "Ride me, baby girl. You already know what Daddy likes." "Don't have to tell me twice."

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Shigaraki x Reader x Dabi-NSFW

summary: Shigaraki dressing up his little pet whenever Dabi comes back from a mission, buying(stealing) the most beautiful and downright naughty dresses in which she has to prepare dinner for the poor exhausted man😇

❗️warnings❗️: noncon, dubcon, crying(seriously a lot of it), praise, manipulation, mind break, forced orgasm?

He's hiking up your skirt whenever he has the chance, showing off your cute pink cheeks while he strokes his thumb over your panties.

Dabi is not amused, sitting himself down and only sparing you a glance when you bring him his food.

And Tomura is pissed off. Really.

So he sits you down on the table, brings your hips to the edge of it before he pulls up a chair

Dabi fucking knows, he can read the freak like an open book at this point. So he chews on his food slowly, leaning back in his seat.

You're all red and embarrassed clenching your legs shot when he tries to pry them apart, looking at him with wide eyes.

When he ignores your pleading stare and just forces them apart, you look over at Dabi who has the biggest grin on his face.

He's not eating anymore, he's almost close to laughing at your shame and it's making your eyes glossy with tears.

Tomura grabs the back of your thighs, mushing his nose against your clothed cunt. His large hands dig into your plump flesh as he finally mouths over your hole, damping your underwear with his drool. He's looking at Dabi with the corner of his eye, excessively moaning at your taste in hopes of getting any reactions.

Yet he can't see the bulge forming in his pants, however, his expression easily masking how turned on he is.

He doesn't give two fucks about Tomura, but hell he can look at you crying all day.

You try to hide your face in your shoulder, looking away from the both of them.

”C’mon doll, don't be shy, help your boyfriend out a little” Shigaraki scoffs at this, nudging your panties to the side with his teeth.

Tears are now freely rolling down your cheeks, your sniffles filling the room, almost drowned out by the sudden slurping against your slit.

The sound makes you even more flushed, your eyes closing in an effort to make everything less real. Yet you can make out the faint sound of a zipper and they r snapped open again.

Shigaraki hums against your pussy, a toothy smile stopping his actions.

”Look at our guest love, don't be impolite, and to think I praised your obedience” you gulp, trying to fill your lungs with as much air as possible before turning around and holding your breath.

Your cheeks are puffed up and you got tears rolling freely down your face and now you can't stop it, your body shaking as you try to pry Tomura off of you, pulling him by the hair.

There's rattling beneath the table the sound of a belt and a pair of pants hitting the floor and your only instinct is to follow the sound.

The other villain looks blissed-out, drool smearing over the corner of his lips as his mouth is slightly parted and curved into a smile.

You're looking at him, with fear and shame in your eyes and it makes his cock leak, silking up the friction between his length and his fist.

Before you know it, he's on his feet, moving so that he can get a better look at your drenched pussy, his eyes focusing on the way Tomura's tongue dives into your clenching walls, making your legs twitch and wrap around his head.

You're turning your face again but hot fingers dig into your cheek, gripping your jaw so that you have to hold his gaze, his fist speeding up as your tears drip over his hand.

Tomura's fingers join the assault on your core, prodding against your G-spot while he suckles on your clit. You're gonna be a good girl and you're gonna cum for him. You know you have to, yet every muscle in your body is protesting, trashing around until something in you finally breaks, making you look down.

Your eyes fall onto the pierced cock disappearing into Dabi’s large palm, the rushed pace telling you he was so so close, the intruding push on your face becoming bearable as his focus is turned onto something else.

You look up to see his head leaned back, his eyes shut tight and his teeth biting onto his scarred lip. He's listening to your whimpers and your desperate breathing, lungs barely working from your continuous crying.

Shigaraki is humping his own pants, his legs squeezing his cock head against the rough material when he finally feels you spasming around him, sucking his fingers into your greedy cunt while your juices gush onto the table.

He can hear a loud growl all while you can see the final twitch of Dabi's cock, a sense of relief overflowing your mind when thick cum pools into his fist.

Shigaraki followed soon after, creaming his underwear and hissing at the unpleasant warmth seeping through his pants. But he got what he wanted.

Moving away from your pussy, he looks over at Dabi, smirking at him and licking his own fingers clean.

You're not crying anymore, in shock of everything that just happened, so mad at yourself for getting off.

You almost don't notice the nudging of two money fingers parting your lips, not until your taste the thick bitter substance smearing over your tongue.

Battling your gagging, you lick the fingers clean, not wanting to anger any of the two men in the room.

Tomura lets it slide, sitting up and settling between your open legs to kiss at your forehead.

"Good girl." Your chest swells with pride, a disgusting giddy feeling bubbling up inside you.

Another kiss is placed in your hair but by Dabi who recoils soon after, leaving the intimacy to his friend.

"See it wasn't so bad...you're just dramatic" and you're so easily convinced, nodding with a smile on your lips, your brain deciding that it's better for you if you accept it.

You lean into him as he carries you to your bed, cocooning you in your favorite blanket with your favorite stuffy. He goes as far as whispering a very quiet "I love you" before turning the lights off.

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